Erotic Story/Edymaniac: Horny Ibrahim and the sex starved guardian (Part 2)

His aunty was standing in the shadows of the kitchen, one hand furiously rubbing between her spread thighs while the other was pressed against her biting teeth. The sight of his aunty masturbating was too much and he pushed his dick upward filling her mouth with his dick. Struggling she tried to pull back but…

Ibrahim could feel the unrelenting wave crashing through an inadequate dam. He thrusted his dick up into Ebube’s mouth, his hips flexing uncontrollably as he struggled to attain his climax. A small noise caused him to jerk to a stop suddenly, his eyes flying open. In the shadow filled room he had to take a moment to focus but there she was.

His aunty was standing in the shadows of the kitchen, one hand furiously rubbing between her spread thighs while the other was pressed against her biting teeth.

The sight of his aunty masturbating was too much and he pushed his dick upward filling her mouth with his dick. Struggling she tried to pull back but Ibrahim’ grip was too strong and with the sight of his aunty commanding his attention he did not hear her choking.

With a croaky groan his dick pulsed and jerked, sending sticky hot streams into her mouth and throat. Spluttering Ebube tried to force the cum out of her mouth but as she started to clear room for air another squirt filled it and then another.

Ibrahim heard the whimper from across the room as his aunt jerked violently. Her orgasm coming only seconds after his. Her pussy flowing anew as the climax shook her body and threatened to make her collapse.

Ebube finally pushed her mouth off Ibrahim’ dick struggling for air. Gasping and choking she wiped cum and spit from her mouth.

“What the fuck was that?” She demanded loudly.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” Ibrahim said quickly in a hushed whisper. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Well you nearly killed me,” Ebube said with a harsher tone than she truly felt.

“I’m sorry, I won’t ever do that again,” Ibrahim promised.

He pulled her up onto the chair and kissed her face tenderly. Taking a deep breath he kissed her mouth, tasting the remnants of his orgasm on her tongue and lips. She had complained to him before that he never liked to kiss her after she blew him and how it made her feel cheap.

“I think you missed some,” She challenged after their kiss had ended. She indicated her chin which was still wet.

Ibrahim leaned forward and kissed the last remnants away lightly. He wondered if his aunty was still watching from somewhere in the darkness. Before he could look around Ebube lay down on the chair and was guiding his face to her panty covered pussy. He breathed heavily onto the cotton material that hid her treasures from sight. The flowery designed undies never failed to arouse him and he could feel life returning to his dick.

She ran her fingers on his head as he pulled her underwear higher up her hips causing the material to pull tight against her pussy. Ibrahim mouthed her protruding pussy lips and inhaled deeply, becoming intoxicated on the smell of her arousal.

“Come on,” She moaned impatiently. She lifted her hips and pulled her underwear down and then wrapped a leg over his shoulder. Sliding her fingers down into her pussy she opened her pussy with two fingers.

“Now kiss it baby,” She commanded, pulling Ibrahim back into position.

Aisha heard the words from her hiding spot. Her stomach tied in nervous knots while shuddering sensations bubbled up from her own overheated pussy. Her fingers plunged in and out of her pussy while she silently willed Ebube to talk more.

“Oh that’s it baby,” Ebube moaned,

“Right there. That’s the spot. Right there.”

Ibrahim had his face buried between her sweetly wet thighs. Juices dripped from deep inside onto his extended tongue as he lapped at her lips and explored her depths. He stroked her clit lightly with his lips as he slid a finger into her body and swirled it around. Her hips began to roll from side to side as she tried to direct his movements to where she most desired them.

Smiling in self satisfaction Ibrahim lifted her hips up and positioned her so that her pelvis was lifted off the chair completely. He grabbed her ass cheeks and held them tight as he placed his tongue atop her clit and began to flutter it back and forth in a steady rhythm. Her breathing shifted to a series of heavy gasps as he quickly brought her closer to her peak.

Her fingers scratched on his scalp and she began to pull harder as his tongue picked up speed across her sensitive clit. Just as she could feel herself reaching the top Ibrahim had slipped a finger to her ass and pressed lightly against her virgin hole. The soft pressure was just enough to send her blasting into orbit as her orgasm ripped through her loins.

“Oh Damn!” Ebube cried out clearly and then catching herself began to blabber incoherently as euphoric tremors wrecked her body. Ibrahim tried to keep his mouth in contact with her clit as she thrusted against him wildly. Finally Ebube slumped into the chair as he backed away from her hypersensitive body.

Aisha bit her knuckle deeply as she rode her own orgasm to its conclusion in the darkness of the kitchen. She leaned heavily against the cool refrigerator door a long while as she regained her breath. Several times her body spasmed as she replayed the sight of Ebube with her nephew’s faced pressed up between her thighs. After regaining her composure Aisha returned to her hiding spot for one last look.

Filled with pride, desire and shame, she watched as the young lovers kissed softly in the shadow patched room. Sighing under her breath she slipped away to her own room.

Ibrahim crawled into bed sometime later and drifted off to sleep clinging to the image of his aunty rubbing herself as she watched him and his girlfriend.

Aisha waited anxiously in the darkened kitchen the following Saturday night. As her nephew and his girl settled onto the chair for some alone time Aisha quietly loosened her robe and began to caress her breasts. Just as Ibrahim reached for Ebube a phone rang out.

“Hello?” Ebube answered.

“Oh okay, I’ll be right there.” She hung up the phone and looked sadly at Ibrahim.

“I’m sorry baby, I have to get home. ”

Ibrahim grunted good and then stood up to escort her home. As they headed out the door he paused peering into the darkness, wondering if his aunty was in her hiding spot again.

Aisha’s breath stopped and fear gripped her as if a huge spotlight had just shown down upon her. Ibrahim made no indication that he had seen her before he stepped out into the night and closed the door behind him. She listened for his footsteps as they walked away and when he had, Aisha quickly closed her gown and headed to her bedroom; her sexual frustration more painful than her nephew’s.

She lay awake next to her snoring husband and listened intently for her nephew to return home. Almost an hour had passed before she heard the front door open and close softly and then the sound of Ibrahim moving across the house to his room. Aisha got out of bed and crept to her bedroom door and peered out into the darkness.

Tiptoeing quietly down the lobby she made her way just to the edge of his door, moonlight streaming out from within. She held her breath as she heard his bed creak. Long moments passed in silence and then there was the distinct sound of the bed creaking steadily.

Aisha listened with longing as her own body ached for release.