I Became a Cock Sucking Fag Pt. 09 by SamanthaMeyers,SamanthaMeyers I became a cock sucking fag Pt 9 (AUNT)
I fucked my aunt. Well, better said, she fucked me. Let me explain. I call her my aunt because, by some technicality, I’m guessing we would be related by some – married to – “2nd” line of lineage. But by facts, we are not.
My uncle Chris, married a woman named Robin when I was about 8. Robin had an older sister named Claire. From time to time, as the years went by, I would see Claire at Christmas parties, 4th of July gatherings, or the occasional milestone birthday for one of our family members. She was a nice lady, always pleasant and friendly to me. She lived two hours northeast of us in a tiny rural community. She worked as an accountant for a company where she lived. Claire lived in a premanufactured home, set amongst a host of that style of housing. She never married and had taken care of her mother and father before they passed.
As the years went by and as I got into my mid-thirties, I started seeing her more at family events, because since she was relieved of elder care duties, she could attend more gatherings. She was 18 years older than I was. She was straight as far as I knew, but I never did hear about, or see her dating anyone. She had a rounded hourglass figure, with some very plump, C-cup tits. She had short hair, but it was always styled nicely. She had a warm heart and would give you the shirt off of her back. As the advent of cell phones and texting came into play, and as I saw her more frequently at gatherings, we exchanged numbers and began talking more and more via text, than we had in the previous years I had known her.
I was about two months out of my eleven-month situation with Geenah and was at a loss for where I was heading. I knew I was at a crossroads on whom I would date. In all reality, I had just spent more than 18 months (dating time-wise) of two years, having only dick. After I discovered Geenah’s lies, I jumped back into the dating pool for women. I resigned myself to give up trying to meet men, or transgendered women, veering away from getting dick. However, I believe in a lot of ways that my time of being on the other team, had worn deeper into my soul and sexual desires than I would have imagined. But the anger and disbelief in what Geenah had done, set me straight, for lack of better words.
I saw Claire at the family Christmas party that winter because my uncle had hosted it. Something inside of her must have seen that I wasn’t myself, so most of that evening, Claire was attached to my hip, talking to me and trying to lift my spirits. Over the next few weeks, she was texting me more frequently trying to see if she could figure out what was troubling me. By this point in my life, I had only told one other person about my bi-sexual tendencies and experiences. She was a very old friend of mine, whom I had known most of my life, and probably the only person I would trust with that information. But as the frustration and countless internal fights with my own heart and mind were growing larger, I needed someone else to talk to about this, and I found that release with Claire.
One night being a bit bold and wanting to talk to someone about my experiences and concerns moving forward in life, I felt I could trust her. I asked Claire some personal questions about her love life or what she believed was “right versus wrong.” And maybe in that conversation, I’d get the chance to reveal a bit more about myself, getting some advice from her. Amid our conversations (which I will not list out verbatim) I asked Claire if she ever had any sexual experiences with women. She replied she had, but not one-on-one, but only in threesome settings years back, when she was younger and (in her words) more sexually adventurous.
I continued with my line of questioning asking her if she liked it, would she date a woman exclusively, would she tell anyone if she did, etc., etc. Her answers all fell into the same heart-troubling, secretive, unsure feelings that I was having. Claire replied, that she did like it. She always felt she had wanted to experience it. She furthered she would consider dating a woman exclusively, but she would probably keep it a secret because even though it was more acceptable for women to date women, she was known by a large part of her community and even further, she wouldn’t want to upset her friends or family. Which were the same thoughts, feelings, emotions, and fears I was having.
After I probed for more in-depth questions about her experiences and what she felt like, desired, and went through, she asked me the big question, “Have you ever slept with a man?”
My ass puckered and my stomach turned sour. Here was my chance to answer, and as much as I didn’t want to say yes, I knew I had to. I wrote; “Yes. But it wasn’t a regular man, it was a couple of Shemales.”
Claire replied, “WOW, I would have never expected that. Good for you. Tell me about it.”
I proceeded cautiously to tell her about meeting Jillian and how that developed and then almost immediately after, I met Geenah online and slept with her for about a year. She asked me similar questions that I had asked her, about dating someone (with a dick) exclusively, would I tell anyone? Did I like it? Was I gay or bisexual? Did anyone else know?
We went back and forth for weeks discussing things and I felt I had an ally in my corner to talk openly and honestly about my life, my needs, and my desires. And in many ways, I got to hear some of hers. It wasn’t too long into the conversations that Claire invited me up to her area for dinner when I was free. At first, I just took it as an opportunity for us to sit down and have a face-to-face chat, but as the texting went on and the more, we talked “sexually” I started to believe she wanted us to hook up. And I didn’t care. You know me by now, any chance I get to fuck a woman, I’ll be there.
We set plans in motion and one dreary rainy late February Saturday afternoon, I jumped in my car and headed north. I arrived at her place about 5 o’clock and she greeted me as I pulled into her driveway. Claire was wearing a white button-up silky shirt, a knee-length black skirt, black nylons, and black high heels. Her make-up was done well and she was so excited I had finally come up to see her. She gave me a tour of her place and we set out for dinner. We had a wonderful talk, mostly just about ourselves and things in life, veering from the usual in-depth sexual conversations we had by text over the past few weeks.
We walked around the town a while after dinner. And I got to see some of the older-style mom-and-pop businesses in the downtown district. We stopped at a small café and had some coffee and I enjoyed spending time with her, without the stress of being on a date or hoping it would turn into something more. Long after the darkness set in and knowing I had a two-hour drive home, I decided it was time for me to take her home.
When we pulled back into her driveway, we sat and chatted for a few minutes. She asked me if I wanted to come in for a bit before hitting the road, but I declined because I wanted to get heading home. Claire held my hand, and even said, “We didn’t get to discuss some of our histories, I wanted to talk more about it with you.”
I appreciated her sentiment and I admired the fact that she hadn’t judged me, and even wanted to know more about my gay lovers. I told her we could speak about it more by phone or text and I was sure we’d have a lot more to discover.
Unexpectedly, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. When she pulled away from it, she looked me in the eye and said, “I have always admired the man you have become, I hope you know anything we talk about is between us.”
I nodded in appreciation and acceptance and was just about to let her hand go when she came back in for a second kiss. This time, it wasn’t a little soft lip, kiss, she went right in for a deep passionate kiss. We sat in my car kissing for a few minutes and I was very aroused and very excited since it was rather unexpected and even more arousing that it was someone I looked to as an aunt was kissing me.
Believe me, I was hard and I wanted to accept her invitation to go inside and fuck her. As stimulating as it may have been, it was the first time I had been alone with her. Truth be told, I was more worried about my family finding out I fucked her, than I was if they found out I had sucked dick. So, I refrained from pushing forward and as we pulled from the kiss, I told her, we should try to meet up again soon and spend time together.
Claire smiled, agreed, and eventually, she got out of the car. I watched her walk up to her door and enter her place before I reversed out of the driveway. All the way home I could smell her perfume in my nose and I could still taste her kiss. For some odd reason, she had gained my attention, and now I was fighting another internal battle to sleep with my aunt, versus the battle of being with another woman or with a man.
Over the next few weeks, Claire and I did text back and forth in conversations frequently discussing sex. And the questions went deep. We talked about oral sex, or anal sex, which she claimed she loved. She asked me a lot about giving head, or being fucked, and if ever had a threesome with two men or just two women. I asked her about her eating pussy, and whether she liked it more. Did she masturbate a lot? Did she watch porn, and if so, what kind?
Truthfully based on her answers, as much as I knew she liked men, I had no doubt, she wanted to be in a lesbian relationship because she did talk an awful lot about eating this one girl out several times during a few of her threesome experiences. In her original answers to my questions about lesbian sex, she had said it was only during the threesomes. But, one night she slipped up and “accidentally” revealed that she and that same girl hooked up a few times, one-on-one after the threesome, so she did have a private, personal lesbian experience. I didn’t judge. I didn’t care, I just think she was hiding some of her experiences at first, to not seem like a closet lesbian. Just like I had briefly explained some of mine.
It was like a door opened up. She wanted to know every aspect of my “gay” experiences. I think it was a turn-on for her. She asked me to describe in detail the first time I gave a blow job to Jillian. Did I spit or swallow? Which did I prefer? Was I a top or bottom? And she knew I had been fucked by Geenah, so a host of questions arose about me being penetrated. It was all rather exciting a really gave me the chance to open up to someone about my wants, my needs, and my desires and to talk about my experiences without fear, judgment, or ridicule. And in turn, I got to hear a lot about her lesbian experiences and what she liked about them. In all honesty, I got very aroused knowing she had been eating pussy throughout a portion of her life, all while keeping things secretive from friends and family, just like I had been doing. There’s something about that taboo, different lifestyle that always aroused me. And knowing she was eating pussy instead of sucking dick made my heart go pitter-patter.
It wasn’t too long into our continuing conversations that she asked me to spend the night with her, at her place, or a hotel. She even volunteered to come up to see my place and spend the night. I knew she wanted to fuck me. There was no doubt. Someone doesn’t just invite you to her place to sleep over or suggest we stay at a hotel, to just hang out. She wanted sex. And I am no stranger to fucking women and taking hints. So, as much as I was fighting my intuition because she was “my aunt” I was also rather aroused to see what it would be like.
Maybe it was the fascination of it that someone I had known for about 30 years, suddenly wanted to fuck me. Or that she was “family” which made me want to pound her pussy and slide my dick in her ass. But whatever it was, I was enthralled and I was going for it.
I agreed and told her I would get something together for us. I did a bit of planning and booked us a hotel room in San Jose, south of San Francisco to spend Saturday to Sunday. It was quite a drive for me, but I was willing based on what I knew was coming. I picked up her just before lunch late Saturday morning, and we stopped to grab a bite before hitting the road. We arrived a few hours later and checked into the hotel. We lounged around for a while, but eventually, she got up, showered, and got dressed for our dinner. I had made reservations at one of the steak houses in town and we both had dressed up more than usual for our date night.
She popped a bottle of champagne into an ice bucket before we left the room and we headed out on our adventure. Claire was dressed in a long winter-style sweater that was a warm neutral color, with a big thick collar, coupled with dark tight black women’s dress pants, and heels, and I was dressed in dress pants, a dress shirt, and stylish shoes.
After dinner we walked around the area of San Jose just seeing the town’s shops and stores, we held hands, we walked arm in arm, and as exciting as it was knowing what was coming, I was still rather nervous and unsure I should be fucking her. When we got back to the hotel, we popped the champagne open and sat on the bed sipping from the plastic cups the hotel had in the bathroom. Neither of us had brought wine glasses. Even though it was odd drinking champagne out of the little clear plastic cups, we both got a kick out of it.
We kissed long and deep at the edge of that bed, and although I was nervous, I was absolutely aroused. Our hands were all over each other and when the time was right, I slid her out of that long winter sweater and kissed my way all over her body. She was still in fairly good shape for being in her mid-fifties and her tits, albeit saggy, were still very sexy. As the passion ignited, we went back and forth slowly undressing each other more, and I made myself slow down a few times to make sure we didn’t rush through this, just because we were here.
When I slid my hand down into her panties as my mouth was sucking on one of her nipples. I felt she had a small, yet neatly trimmed bush. I was rather surprised by it because it had been the first woman I had dated in years who had hair on their vagina. I had to realize she was older than I was and was raised in a different generation. As my hand drifted further down, I could feel she was already soaking wet. I played with her clit for a while, swirling my finger around it until I slid a finger slowly and deeply inside of her. She moaned out in pleasure and as wet as she was, it almost felt like she was sticky, like this had been the first time, in a long time, that someone was in that pussy.
I fingered her to orgasm before her panties were even off and as deeply as we kissed during it, her mouth was whimpering and moaning. After she came, she guided me over onto my back, slid my pants off, then my underwear, and put my hard dick into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on it, getting it soaking wet with saliva. When she was ready, she edged herself up on top of me, grabbed my hard shaft, adjusted herself correctly, and slid me into her wet pussy. She slowly rocked up and down, just riding my dick as she leaned over to kiss me. She rode me for a while until she came again. After she came, she rose from my dick letting it out of her pussy, kissed her way down my chest, past my abdomen, and put my hard dick back into her mouth.
I wanted to eat her out, but she was crouched over at the edge of the bed and I wasn’t going to interrupt a blow job to try and re-adjust our positions. After sucking me for a while, she came upright and laid down next to me, kissing me, as her hand was still holding, stroking, and jacking me off. My hands slid down in between her legs, rubbing her pussy for a while bringing her closer to orgasm. I didn’t make her cum, but as she got close, I slid my fingers between the crack of her ass and I started rubbing around her asshole.
Before the night was over, I fucked her in the ass and came in her pussy while I was on top of her pumping away hard. We both were covered in sweat and breathing heavily. It was an incredible feeling to cum in a pussy again and seduce a woman. Even though I was still fighting internal thoughts of being with a man, it seemed to me being with a woman again, was just like riding a bike. It just took me a few minutes to get used to it.
We lay for a while and it was rather sexy to see her naked body pressed up against mine. To see her big tits resting against my chest, and to feel the softness of a woman next to me. The next morning, we showered together and I ate her out in the shower, only to get a full-on blow job after we dried off. We left the hotel and those memories in that room and made our way back down to her place. It was a wonderful night together and gave me a chance to reconnect with women, more than I had in a long time. It made me think that maybe my experiences were supposed to be just that, experiences. Feasibly I just needed to go back to making love to someone like her, who was open, honest, playful, and would do just about anything in the bedroom.
When I finally got home, I was relieved it happened but was now also in a panic that I had opened the door for a relationship with her, and that wasn’t necessarily where I wanted to be at that moment. The reasons for my concerns were endless. But the main ones were that she was “family,” she was older than I was by almost two decades, she lived hours away, and could not be with me immediately when I needed my sexual passions extinguished, or as often as I would like. I had not been with a woman in over two years, and it was incredible, but I didn’t want Claire calling family members, and telling them we were dating. Especially loaded with the information I had revealed about my bisexual experiences in case things didn’t work out, or she wanted revenge for me turning her down, or breaking up with her. I had to play this right and just keep things slow and steady in case it was just another sexual experience.
You might be asking yourself, what does sleeping with a woman, your aunt or not, have to do with you becoming a cock sucking fag? Well…. It wasn’t too many times into our occasion sexual relationship, we went to the local porn store in her area and bought a strap-on. And she fucked me with it numerous. And I do mean numerous times!!!
The more I sucked on that fake dick, and the more she fucked me with it, the more I liked it. And through those new experiences, I began to truly appreciate something long and hard fucking me in the ass. The more those nights happened, the more comfortable I felt “being the woman” of the relationship, and the better she got using it, the more I developed bigger desires for a real dick in me. That strap-on opened a bigger door for wanting it in my ass every time. The more I sucked it, and jacked it off, like a real dick, the more I wanted to be giving head again. At times it was like we were two men, sucking each other’s dicks in the darkness of our room.
Claire fucked me better with her fake dick than what I ever received from Jillian, definitely much deeper and longer than Geenah could, and I never had to worry about her coming short of the mark of really giving it to me. It was in essence, a real chance for me to get to experience hard dick and master sucking it and taking it in the ass, in every position we could think of.
As our situation developed and lengthened, there were points when I would spend the night by her, and she would ask me to wear her panties, a bra, or long women’s robes, negligees, or nightgowns. Sometimes we’d even role play, and on occasion, when we would head off to bed, she’d be wearing that “dick” and just pound me with it, like I was the woman and she was the man. Although, the crossdressing aspect never panned out further in my life than it did with her, the excitement of knowing I was “the girl tonight” made it so much fun.
Thanks for reading pls vote or comment As for the strap-on itself, well, I could suck on it for hours, and not have to worry about it cumming at all. It was a big turning point in learning how to take a hard cock for a long period of time. Learning how to suck a dick, better, longer, and deeper, which made me lean toward men even more than before. Whether she knew it or not, she actually turned me gay. In that, I only wanted to suck dick after her.
Of course, the penetration was mutual, it wasn’t like I was the only one being fucked. Both of us fucked each other in the ass and both of us were getting off as we did. Every time she fucked me in the ass with it, I’d fuck her in hers. There were times I never even penetrated her pussy; it was all anal for both of us. Our mouths always seemed to be full of cock and our asses all lubed up.
There were times, of course, that we would still make love like a man and woman would do. I would still pound her pussy, but it seemed as we developed and continued using the strap-on, it turned mostly into anal sex. Adding that little toy into our nights created such feelings and desires that I hadn’t experienced with a woman before that point. And much bigger desires for dick!
I’ll tell you all about some of the strap-on sex in the next chapter. Just know that I can’t reveal it all, but I will highlight some important moments. Her efforts and actions led me to the first man I ever slept with. His name was John. And I really liked sucking his dick.
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