Aunty’s years of sexual frustration was pouring out and she was moaning sexily.After kissing and nibbling her smooth neck I leaned in a bit and pres...ed my face against her huge breasts. Aunty sighed and caught my hair. I was feeling aunty’s huge breasts on my face, the softness of her breasts, the warmth of her breasts, all this through her saree pallu, blouse and bra were amazing.Her smell, my goodness. I wanted to make love to this woman my whole life. Then I dropped her saree pallu and. I grabbed a bottle of wine and the three of us made our way upstairs. By the time we got in position over the hot tub, looking down it seemed that the rest of the party had stripped off and got in, as even through it was an enormous tub a couple of wives where sitting on guys laps. I could see my girlfriend with a guy either side having her tits fondled and nipples pinched; she had a cock in each hand pulling the stem hard, while talking to nobody in particular about how she wanted to be. What is that?!”“Kiss me.”
“No. Oh... No. No!”“Why not?”“Help. What position is this?”“What do you mean?”
I grab her hips and position my penis at her entrance. I then push firmly and hard into her hymen. “Stop! You’re hurting me.”Another firm thrust and there is a breaking of her virginal barrier and I quickly slide into her to the hilt.“Oh my god! I didn’t know! Oh my god!”“What didn’t you know?”
“I didn’t know we could have sex like this. Take it out.”“Please let me stay in.”“But I’m a. I was hung pretty well -- 8 inches and a bit more and no complaints from any girl I'd bedded -- but neither I, nor Tom, nor any of the other men in the building stood a ghost of a chance of competing with Jethro. It just was what it was, and we go used to it. More than used to it. In a strange way it felt totally correct and it was incredibly hot. Though Tom fucked at least one other wife and one other girlfriend in addition to Jess -- and though he did a damn fine job of it too -- he'd allowed.