Magic Wanda - Sex Stories

Magic Wanda

... towards me, smiling, wiggling her hips, her massive breasts swinging beneath her glamorous dress. She turned her back to me and bent over, showing me her shapely behind. She slowly lifted her dress until I could see the whole of her backside apart from the thin sliver of gold resting in the crack of her ass. She shook her hips from side to side, her backside a matter of inches from my face, giggled and stood again, letting her dress fall back to her knees. I still couldn’t speak. I could feel the sweat on my back and underarms and I must have had a look of terror on my face. The music seemed to be getting louder and was pounding in my head. Then she spoke and I knew without any doubt at all that it was definitely her. “Pammy told me you were a hot young thing, but she didn’t tell me you were this hot,” she whispered in my ear, emphasising the word ‘this’. She was leaning forward, continuing to gently gyrate to the music. I couldn’t believe my ears and realised she had no clue who I was. I was busy ogling down the front of her dress at her wonderful breasts when she stood up and stepped back, ready to remove her clothing. I suddenly got a grip and snapped out of it. “Aunt Wanda,” I blabbed. “It’s me, it’s Rick…your nephew.” The words seemed to hang in the air. She stepped back further to look at me, taking in what I’d just said. Then she screamed. Loudly. Before I knew what was happening, the two heavies wearing tuxes had burst through the curtain and charged at me. I’m not ...

... sure which one hit me first, but I went flying off the chair and through the curtain into the next booth. My head felt heavy and the room was spinning. I could taste bl**d in my mouth and as I started to re-focus, one of the bouncers was pinning me down, his hot smoke stained breath centimetres from my face. He was snarling and shouting at me. “No touching punk!” I couldn’t have moved even if I had wanted to. I heard Aunt Wanda above us, screaming at the heavy. “Get off him! Get off him! He hasn’t done anything!” “Yeah, get off dick-head.” I recognised Ringo’s voice, realising I must have been knocked into his booth. The grip loosened around my shirt collar and the bouncer lifted his heavy frame from me and got to his feet. He growled at Ringo and turned to Aunt Wanda. “What did you scream for then yer stupid bitch?” “I, I, I…thought I’d seen a mouse,” she stammered in reply. There was quite a crowd gathered round by this time. Dave was stood at the side of Ringo, their arms folded across their chests, trying to look as big and hard as possible. “Fuckin’ hell,” said Dave out of the side of his mouth to Ringo. “I’d hate to have heard her scream if Rick had touched her.” Aunt Wanda dropped to her knees beside me. Her delicate hands stroked my stinging face. I had the perfect view of her ample cleavage, her swaying globes inches above me in the stretchy fabric of her dress. “Ricky, Ricky, you alright? Oh god, you’re bleeding. Come on, let’s get you sorted out.” She helped me to my ...