My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

My lesbian lust for Autie Evie 10 (The actual # 9)

** This is actually number 9. The site wouldn't let me release a 9A, or supplemental number for 9. Sorry for the delay.**

As my eyes opened early Sunday morning, a small stream of sunlight penetrated through the curtains that closed off our balcony, and I realized our time together was coming to an end. I was under the covers completely naked, my tits aching, my pussy hurting from multiple orgasms and fingers that Evie had shoved in me both Friday and Sunday night.

I wasn't proud of myself. I knew what I was doing. I was sleeping with a married woman. I knew she was older. Her pussy was worn out from years of dick, kids, and anything else she may have shoved in there. Her tits were saggy and getting lower from gravity, her face showing wear from years of life. But I was in love with her.

Looking back now, I don't know if I was in love with her, because she was my first true love. Because she was a woman, or because it was the first, real, hot lesbian sex I had. Or because it was different, something unexpected, or taboo. All I knew was that I wanted every inch of her forever. I didn't care how wide she was or how little experience she had. I just wanted pussy. I know that a bold statement from someone who is outside of a brief thing in college, didn't have a host of experience either. But I had come to terms that I would rather have pussy. And her pussy was the one I wanted.

After we both arose, we went down to the lobby for breakfast, and when we returned to our room, the silence was deafening. It was like the emotional, loving, wild, sexual appetite we both had over the last few days was suddenly turned off. Evie stood, packing, leaving out the clothing she would wear home and gathering her belongings, stuffing them into her suitcase. It was very awkward for me, because knowing this was our last few hours together before heading home, I thought we could have been a little more romantic. A little more loving and have one of those cuddled-in-bed talks, to reassure each other that this weekend was exactly what it was supposed to be.

I headed to the shower first. I figured I might as well get it over with, dress, and get ready to be at the train station so that we could go home. Just a few minutes into getting wet under the hot water, Evie stuck her head around the bathroom door and asked if she could join me. I had no problem with it, and just as she walked through the door completely naked, she was holding a small dildo in her hand.

"What is that?" I asked.

"I brought it for us, in case we wanted to try something different, but we never needed it. I thought it would be a fun ending to our weekend," she added.

Evie stepped into the shower with me and set the dildo down on the ledge as I shifted further under the shower head to let her get wet. Over the next few minutes, we both soaped each other up and gently washed each other's hair, backs, and sexy parts to make things more erotic. The whole experience was warm, welcoming, and rather sensual. Just feeling her hands on my skin, while wet, knowing it was her fingers washing my hair, her using the Luffa to wash my skin was something I had never experienced before, and after she rinsed me off. We were both huddled under the warmth of the shower head, with her arms wrapped around me, which made me realize just how much I wanted her even more.

Evie was behind me, rising off my back when she grabbed me at my hips and edged my body back. Her hand slid onto my back, and she edged me forward, hunching me over. Her other hand was rubbing between my legs, just gliding across my pussy. I could see from underneath me that she knelt down in the shower. I thought she was going to try and eat me out from behind, but as the second passed, her hands were rubbing on my ass cheeks. She spread my cheeks apart and leaned in, slipping her tongue right onto my asshole. I felt her face and head push in as far as she could get it in, while her tongue started swirling around my back entrance, like she was French kissing git.

I never had anyone eat out my ass, so the feeling was so wild and unique as her hands kept pushing my ass cheeks apart, and her tongue was ravishing me. I was moaning and groaning out in pleasure. As much as I wanted my pussy played with, I wasn't going to interrupt her newly desired interests and see where this all led.

Evie pulled away after a bit, spit on my asshole, rubbed her thumb hard against my entrance, teasing me even more, until I felt her slip her ring finger deep inside of me. I went up on my tiptoes as I felt her slide it all the way in. I stood hunched over, my hands on the shower walls, the water slightly hitting my head, running down the front of my body, as she knelt behind me, fingering me from behind.

"Yes, Evie, just like that." Slipped from my mouth as she pumped hard.

After a few minutes or so, she slipped her finger out, swung herself around, grabbed the dildo, slipped it into her mouth to lube it up, spat on my ass again, and wiggled it in, while I was still frozen in my position. Evie began slowly sliding it in and out, but then, as she continued trying to spit on it to lube it up further, she started ramming it in as deeply as she could, twisting it, thrusting it at all different angles, pleasing me, as no other lover had before.

I rocked back and forth, I moaned and groaned, I relished in the pleasure of that dildo being thrust inside of me, all while my hand let go of the shower wall and I started rubbing my clit. I couldn't say how excited she was about watching the dildo slide in and out of my ass, but I could surely tell you how excited I was that she was doing it to me.

This was the first time in my life that someone else had slipped a dick, or a dildo, into my ass. No boyfriend ever fucked me there. And even though it wasn't a man behind me, knowing someone else was fucking my ass with a "dick," that I wasn't using it on myself was completely erotic. I moaned and groaned. I begged for more. I kept telling her how close I was to cumming, until I finally chirped loudly before I rose up onto my toes, and let out a big, deep orgasm.

My body shook, my cheeks clenched shut, and I stood upright, just as I let it go, which stopped her momentum, but left the toy buried deep in my ass.

"Oh, MY Fucking God," I moaned out as my legs shook, while hot water was running down my back and down into the shower drain.

After she slipped it out, I turned around, looking down at her kneeling on the tub floor, a big, wide smile on her face, the dildo still in her right hand, and my pussy throbbing for more. I helped Evie up from her knees, brought her face-to-face with myself, kissed her deeply, whispered, "I love you," and held her so tightly under the warm, wet water.

I slid my hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. I wanted to get her off so badly that I would have done whatever it took to make her cum one last time before we left the hotel room. I was kissing her neck, her face, her shoulders, feeling her cold, wet hair on my face, as I rubbed so hard and deep into her clit, that I thought I might start rubbing skin off. She was whimpering and moaning, her body swaying, shifting, her height rising and falling as I rubbed and rubbed.

"Bella, don't stop, I'm gonna cum." She groaned as my hand was pushing in harder and deeper than it had seconds ago.

Her hand reached down onto mine, stopping my momentum just as she let go of her orgasm. Her legs quivering, her other hand still holding onto the dildo she had fucked me with. Our lips met, our tongues gently danced in each other's mouths. Our tits were pinned up against each other.

We stood tightly, loving, and feeling fulfilled as the water got us both so waterlogged that we needed to get out of the shower before it got colder. We dried each other off, kissing, touching, smiling, and being overly dramatic with our kisses and our passion for one another.

We left the hotel room a while later, took a cab to the train station, and patiently waited for our time to board the train home.

I was disappointed that the end was in sight. That she hadn't told me she was leaving Walter. That she didn't initiate the "I love you" that we had passed over the weekend. That she didn't tell me she wanted me more than life itself. But I felt comfortable knowing we had a wonderful weekend away. We boarded the train, found our seats, and just got settled in for the hour-plus ride home.

My ass was sore. My pussy was aching. The lips on my face were sore, but I must say I had one of the best weekends away that I had ever experienced. Not just because of the sex, but because I got to be with her all weekend. I got to sleep next to her. We got to eat whenever we wanted, talk about whatever we wanted, and have quality time together, away from life, away from jobs, away from bills, and away from Walter, without time frames and quick sneak-overs.

It wasn't just a few weeks after we got home that we got caught. All of our worlds were turned upside down, and we had some hard decisions to make.

I'll tell you all about that in the upcoming chapters. Stay tuned, this story takes a wild turn.