Erotic Story/Edymaniac: Horny Ibrahim and the sex starved guardian (Part 6)

He did not use any of the techniques he might have employed with Ebube in an attempt to bring her to orgasm. Horny Ibrahim and the sex starved guardian [Part 5] His mouth devoured the lips of her pussy as he drove his tongue as far into her as he could go, trying…

Ibrahim felt his heart leap in his chest as his aunt bared her pussy for him and he covered the exposed flesh with his mouth. His face was immediately covered in her natural lubrication and he became dizzy upon her scent.

He did not use any of the techniques he might have employed with Ebube in an attempt to bring her to orgasm.

His mouth devoured the lips of her pussy as he drove his tongue as far into her as he could go, trying to find the source of the nectar that came from her body.

Aisha cried out as her nephew, HER NEPHEW her mind screamed, ate her pussy like it was his last meal. His tongue penetrated her like a dick and the slurping sounds filled her ears like a music concert. She scratched his head and circled her hips, swiping her clit across the bridge of his nose. Another cry escaped her mouth and then she settled into a series of gasping sobs punctuated by excited squeals.

At last Ibrahim feasted on her nectar and he focused his attention on her clit. His tongue teased the nub hidden beneath its hood and was slowly rewarded as it grew out of its confinement. He fluttered his tongue across it and he could feel his aunty’s excitement but still she would not cross that line.

“It’s okay aunty,” he said after pulling his face away from her pussy. Juice from her sex dripped from his chin onto her stomach.

“Cum for me. Cum on my tongue.”

Once again he worked her clit over with the butterfly touches of his tongue. The rapid stimulation once again sent her catapulting over the cliff and she pulled his face tight against her thrashing hips as she gave in to her dark desire. Gasps tore the breath from her body and she felt herself losing control as the orgasm ripped through her loins.

With supreme effort she sucked air into her lungs and then turned her head into the back cushion of the couch and expelled a muffled shriek.

Ibrahim felt the flood wash over his face and he tried to drink the tide. When at last his aunty released him from her grasp he was drenched with the evidence of her climax. He crawled up her body and held her tight in his embrace. Aisha trembled uncontrollably for untold minutes until at last she was too exhausted and she slipped into the inky blackness of sleep.

He felt his aunty relax, her breath still coming in ragged gasps but less so with each passing moment. Ibrahim felt his erection begin to fade as he was filled with concern for his aunty. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there with his aunty asleep in his arms but after a time he became worried that his uncle might catch them.

“Aunty,” He whispered, shaking her shoulder.

“Aunty o, you need to wake up and go to bed.” Ibrahim repeated his words several times before Aisha stirred. With blinking, unseeing eyes she looked upon him.

“You need to go to bed now aunty,” he repeated.

Aisha nodded numbly and tried to stand. Her legs weak and shaky, she stumbled and slumped back onto the chair. Ibrahim stood up and lifted her to her feet once again and guided her down the hall supporting her weight. When they reached her bedroom door she pushed against his chest and stood on her own.

In the darkness, she could feel his concern and she nodded encouragingly and pointed Ibrahim towards his own room.

Ibrahim watched his aunty enter her bedroom and shut the door quietly. He waited outside expectantly, hoping against hope that his uncle was still asleep. After a time he heard the sound of water rushing through the pipes and he guess that she must have used the toilet. Satisfied that his uncle had not woken up he returned to the living room and retrieved his discarded clothes before returning to his own bed.

Aisha used the toilet and then splashed her face with cold water. Perhaps if she had not been so thoroughly drained she might have felt guilt over what had happened with her nephew. Tomorrow, or the next day, there would be time to worry over such things she told herself. As she returned to her bed and climbed in Hassan turned over and faced her with open eyes.

“Where have you been?” He asked calmly. Aisha raised her arm and showed him the bandage on her wrist. “You okay?”

“I’m all better now,” she pronounced sexily.