Help auntie clean out her garage & get more than $25 of earnings…
“Yes, Aunt Missy,” I said, and then went back to tonguing her.
“You’re a fast learner,” she answered breathily. “Now.I want you to stick that tongue of yours inside my pussy, slowly.”
I did, and she squealed happily. I lapped up the juices that were beginning to flow, and moved up from where I had entered her. “That’s it.you’re going to feel a little button right at the tip.if you can reach.Ohmygod, you can reach.yes!” she cried.
I continued to lick and finger her to three or four orgasms, until she finally pushed my head away from her pretty mound. “Enough.” she panted. “Oh, God. You’re going to make some girl very very happy.and reduce her to a puddle.” She smiled. “That was amazing, Joey.”
I smiled, and said, “You are amazing, Aunt Missy.” I unconsciously licked my lips, savoring her taste, and she laughed.
She picked up her big bouncy beach ball. “Well, then, good luck. You’re gonna need it!” She climbed out of the tub, grabbed the ball, and bounced away!
I sheepishly got out, and looked around for something sharp. Finally, my eyes lit on a dental pick in the toothbrush holder. I carefully picked it up and gave chase, walking instead of running. She wouldn’t get far naked, after all, and I wanted to take my time watching her jiggle around the house with a huge beach ball. I didn’t really care about the score; just playing was a victory for me.
Sure enough, she sat naked on her ball in the den when I caught up with her. I strode confidently up to her, my cock still half-erect, and the pick hidden in the palm of my hand. “So,” she said, “do you think you can let the air out of my beach ball?”
I got to within arm’s reach and let her see the pick as I took a playful swipe at her beautifully inflated ball. She squeaked and rolled forward, grabbing my wrist and trying to turn it away. We struggled playfully for a good while; I enjoyed the way her breasts bounced up and down, and she kept looking at my cock and smiling.
Finally, I pretended to give up, putting the dental pick on the floor, where it nestled in the luxurious pile, and moved in for a kiss, just as she had. Her lips felt so soft and warm and yielding on mine that I could have spent the rest of my life kissing them, feeling her hot little tongue tease mine. Gradually, she pulled me on top of her on the beach ball, and we rolled around, laughing. I felt my member throb against the warmth of her womanhood. We rolled a bit sideways, and thunk! My trap was sprung. The curved point of the pick had slowly turned up as the ball had rolled over it, and our combined weight was easily enough to press the ball down until the point poked through the surface.
Aunt Missy got this mock-innocent look on her face, her eyes widening in an almost childlike way. I thought I was going to climax right then and there, but I managed to relax enough. “Oh, my!” she said. “You’ve punctured my ball after all!”