Magic Wanda - Sex Stories

Magic Wanda

... “Wow. That was amazing Ricky. You’re a natural stud.” She playfully slapped me on the backside. We lay together for a time without speaking, Aunt Wanda stroking my hair. “I need to go to the toilet and get cleaned up honey,” she said gently into my ear. I rolled off and immediately felt a little chilly away from her body heat. I climbed under the covers and watched Aunt Wanda get up and walk to the bathroom. As she got round the other side of the bed, I noticed a stream of my cum was trickling down her thigh and over on to her stocking top. I was a little surprised by this. I suppose I had just expected it to stay inside her. By the time Aunt Wanda got back from the bathroom, I was fast asl**p. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * “Ricky, Ricky, wake up.” I felt my body being shaken and my head felt heavy, my mind and body not yet ready to start up for the day. I slowly opened one eye, forgetting where I was and wondering who could be shaking me. The first thing that came into view was Aunt Wanda’s swinging boobs. They were not more than a foot from my face. I then remembered. It hadn’t been a dream. I couldn’t help grinning. I was no longer a virgin. “Punch me!” I said loudly as I opened the other eye. “What?” said Aunt Wanda. “Doesn’t matter,” I replied, pinching my own leg just to double check it wasn’t a dream. “Your friends are having breakfast downstairs,” said Aunt Wanda smiling at me and stroking my hair. She was wearing a white towel dressing gown, unfastened at ...

... the front giving me another perfect view of her wonderful curves. “What time is it?” I asked. “Just gone ten o’clock.” “Bollox,” I said leaping out of the bed and heading for the bathroom. “What’s wrong sweetie?” she shouted after me. “We’re supposed to be out of our bed and breakfast at eleven and our train is at half past.” I quickly emptied my bladder and jumped in the shower, yelping as the cold jets of water hit me for the first ten seconds or so. I could hear Aunt Wanda giggling on the other side of the screen. I soaped myself down as quickly as I could, switched off the water and opened the door. Aunt Wanda had a towel in her hand and beckoned me to step out of the shower towards her. “Slow down big boy. Taxi’s picking you up in half an hour. If you skip breakfast, that gives us just enough time for a little more fun.” She started towelling me down as I pondered the options. “Okay,” I said grinning again. I thought my face would start hurting if I carried on smiling so much. “Okay what?” she said making an over exaggerated serious face. “Breakfast or a blow job?” “What’s for breakfast?” I asked playing along. She gave the towel a twirl and flicked it at my exposed body. It whipped my bum as I span round. “Ouch!” I exclaimed. It didn’t stop her. She proceeded to chase me around the room until she had me in a corner. Just as she was about to flick the towel again, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to me, our eyes locking and the smiles leaving our faces. It was as ...