The Movie My Aunt Never Finished Watching

Hello, I’m Marisol. I’m twenty-three and I live in Guadalajara. Not long ago I finally understood how my own desire works, and I want to tell you how it all began. First of all, let me tell you what I’m like. I’m five foot three, with light brown skin and black hair that I sometimes wear loose and sometimes tied up. I’m slim, with a defined waist, firm legs, small but perky tits, with sensitive nipples, and a perky ass that, without bragging, I’m proud of.

I grew up in a very traditional family, the kind where sex is a dirty topic nobody talks about. For years I carried that idea around like a weight on my back. I had a boyfriend in high school, and one afternoon, between kisses and caresses, I let him touch my pussy under my clothes. I was ready, wet, wanting him to put his fingers in me all the way, but he was so rough and so clumsy that he hurt me and I stopped him. He was offended, and not long after we broke up. He went around saying I was a cocktease, and it hurt me so badly that I came to think my family was right.

All that changed the day my aunt introduced us to her new boyfriend.

***

It was a weekend in May. My aunt called my mother to ask if she’d let us go to her apartment; she wanted to cook a meal and, while she was at it, introduce us to the man she was seeing. My mother agreed, so my brother Iván and I went to spend Saturday and Sunday with her.

My aunt picked us up, and from there we went to collect her boyfriend near a station downtown. Iván sat in the back; I rode up front with her. When we got to the intersection where we’d agreed to meet, my aunt turned on the hazards and he was already waiting on the corner.

He was a man of about forty-eight, tall, almost six feet, light brown-skinned, with an attractive face and just a little belly, nothing that made him look bad. As soon as he recognized the car, he walked toward us with a huge smile. My aunt motioned for me to move to the back. I opened the door and he offered me his hand to help me down.

“You must be Marisol,” he said, not letting go of me. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

He leaned in and kissed my cheek. Then he opened the back door for me to get in, and all I could do was obey.

That day I was wearing short shorts, my sneakers, and a top. I like dressing like that, even if my mother and brother don’t exactly approve. When I sat down and pulled my legs into the car, I thought I noticed him staring a second too long, his eyes fixed on my thighs, almost at my crotch. I blushed and felt a strange tingle between my legs. He got in quickly, kissed my aunt on the lips, and we drove off.

Saturday passed without incident. We ate at a restaurant, because my aunt can’t cook to save her life, and then we went back to her apartment.

***

When we got there, he —Gerardo, that was his name— opened the parking gate and again gave me his hand to get down. I’d swear I felt his gaze on my legs again, rising to the edge of my shorts, but I preferred not to think about it. Then he went to open the door for my aunt and, while helping her, he casually stroked her ass, squeezing it over her pants. They laughed like conspirators and went inside. I was left with a knot in my throat and wet panties.

When we visited, Iván and I always lay on my aunt’s bed to watch a movie, and this time was no different. We both stretched out, and she settled in beside us. Gerardo brought a chair from the dining room and sat next to the bed, because there wasn’t room for him anymore. My aunt kept insisting he lie down with us, but there really wasn’t any space.

We put on a movie and, after a while, Iván got bored. He got up, said he was going to the other bedroom to play on his phone, and left us alone. My aunt fell asleep almost at once; she even started snoring. Only Gerardo and I were still awake. I looked over at him.

“Hey, why don’t you lie down where my brother was? Aren’t you uncomfortable in that chair?”

“Thank you, Marisol, but how could I? It’s right next to you, and if your aunt wakes up I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. Better I wake her and tell her to move over.”

“No way,” I said quietly. “If you wake her when she’s really asleep, she gets furious. I swear she won’t wake up, and besides, she doesn’t have any reason to think anything bad.”

After a few seconds, he stood up, stretched, and went around the bed to lie down next to me. I got nervous. When he stretched his arms out, I couldn’t help looking at his crotch, and a thick, long bulge marked the fabric, dragging along his thigh and making it clear my aunt had a great time with that dick. My mouth watered without me meaning to.

He lay on his back beside me, with his arms crossed behind his head, and kept watching the screen.

***

I adjusted myself so my head was level with his chest, in the same position as him, but I made sure my top fit snugly, with my hard nipples pointing upward. The adrenaline of knowing my aunt could wake up at any moment, or that Iván could walk in without warning like he usually did, had me flying, my pussy soaked inside my panties. I didn’t know whether Gerardo could see what I wanted him to see, but I could do nothing but imagine that he did.

Every so often I glanced sideways to keep an eye on my aunt. The room was dark, but the light from the screen was enough. She was snoring and, at some point, turned her back to us. I looked the other way and found Gerardo had a huge semi-erection, the tip of his cock pressing through the fabric of his pants. I was sure he’d been staring at my tits for a good while without paying any attention to the movie.

I got up under the pretense of checking whether my brother was asleep already, that he was hungry again. It was a lie; I just wanted to make sure Iván wouldn’t barge in. Gerardo shifted aside to let me pass, and I made sure to give him a clear view of my ass, letting my shorts ride up with the movement and wedge themselves between my butt cheeks. I felt his eyes locked there, burning my skin.

I left the bedroom, pulled the door mostly shut, and peered through the crack. I saw Gerardo adjust his member to make it even more visible, pulling it almost up to his waist, gripping it over the fabric and stretching it upward. His dick was huge, thick, with a swollen tip. That got me hotter than ever. I felt a strong throb between my legs, a hot pulse that made me clench my thighs. I wasn’t indifferent to him, and he had realized he wasn’t indifferent to me either.

I feel like a slut, flirting with my aunt’s boyfriend.

The thought flashed through my head, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. There was something about that man I couldn’t resist, something animal, something that was screaming at me to fuck him right then and there.

I went to the other room and opened the door slowly. Iván was sleeping deeply. My heart sped up and I went back. Before going in, I peeked through the crack again: Gerardo was massaging the bulge between his legs, squeezing it with his hand, slowly moving up and down. He had a very interesting dick, long and thick. I opened the door suddenly and, like lightning, he covered it with a pillow.

“Oh, Marisol, you scared me,” he said softly. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“You almost got a hard-on… the heart,” I laughed, coyly, looking at the pillow covering his crotch.

“Very funny. Come on, come lie down and let’s finish the movie.”

“Okay. Can I call you Gerardo, or do you prefer something else?”

“Gerardo is perfect. Come here.”

***

I lay down beside him, nervous, not knowing what to do. So I did the most logical thing: I pretended to fall asleep. I think he thought the same, because when I turned toward him his eyes were closed.

Then an idea came to me. I looked for the remote control, which was near my aunt’s feet, and turned off the TV. The room went completely dark.

I waited a few minutes in case anything happened. When nothing did, I turned back toward Gerardo. He lowered his arm, offering it to me as a pillow, and I took it immediately.

I lifted my leg over his hip and felt his member, very hard and firm, against my thigh, throbbing under the fabric as if it had a life of its own. I got very nervous, very wet, so much that I noticed my panties stuck to my pussy, soaked through. I started breathing deeper and, unexpectedly, felt a brush at the edge of my tits. It was his finger, trying to touch me, slowly sliding up to get under my top. I hugged him and pressed myself even closer, rubbing my thigh against his cock.

His warm hand closed over my right breast and began to caress it slowly, feeling me all over, weighing it, until his fingers found my nipple and started to pinch it carefully, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. A sigh escaped me, and I buried it against his shoulder. My nipple got rock hard, so sensitive that every brush sent a direct jolt to my pussy. Just as discreetly, I moved my hand toward his sex. When I reached it, I brushed the tip through his pants and felt a warm, wet stain; he was leaking already. I started stroking him slowly, from the base to the tip, at the same pace with which he massaged my tit. His dick got so hard it seemed made of stone, and it was thick, much thicker than I’d imagined.

I dared to do more. I unbuttoned his pants very slowly, and lowered the zipper tooth by tooth so it wouldn’t make a sound. I slipped my hand under his boxer briefs and grabbed his bare cock, hot, with soft skin and the tip wet with pre-cum. He shuddered all over. I closed my fingers around it and started jerking him off calmly, going up to the glans, sliding my thumb over the crown, then back down to his balls, heavy in my hand, tight, loaded. He held his breath so as not to wake my aunt, and with every movement of my hand a tremor escaped him.

His hand slid down my stomach and slipped under the elastic of my shorts. He found my soaked panties, paused for a second as if he couldn’t believe it, and kept going until he moved the fabric aside and touched my bare flesh directly. His fingers parted the lips of my pussy and found my swollen clit, throbbing. He started making slow, expert circles, nothing like the clumsy groping of that idiot from high school. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He slipped one finger in, then two, and curled them inside, searching for that spot I didn’t even know I had. When he found it, my back arched on its own and I nearly screamed.

We kept going like that, jerking each other off in the dark, with my aunt snoring two feet away. I gripped his cock and worked it faster and faster, feeling it swell even more in my hand, feeling the fluid slip through my fingers. He finger-fucked me in and out of my pussy, soaked his fingers in my juices and rubbed my clit with them, then shoved them back inside me. I covered my mouth with his shoulder to muffle a moan when I felt the first orgasm coming, one that shook me from the inside out, making me squeeze his cock hard while my pussy clenched around his fingers, gushing.

He didn’t last much longer. I felt his body tense, his balls tighten, and suddenly his cock started throbbing in my fist. I put my hand on the tip just in time to catch the hot, thick spurts of semen that came one after another and filled my palm. He swallowed a gasp against my hair. I kept milking him to the last drop, feeling his dick soften little by little.

Then my aunt moved. We both snatched our hands away at once. I pressed the fist full of cum against my own thigh, hiding it under the sheet.

“What happened to the movie?” she asked, sleepy.

“It ended,” Gerardo answered, with a calmness that surprised me, considering he’d just come in my hand.

“And the kids?”

“Marisol is here asleep and the other one went to the other bedroom.”

“What time is it?”

“No idea. Let me go to the bathroom.”

Gerardo got up carefully, covering his stained crotch with his hand, and went into the bathroom. I’m sure he went to clean himself up and wait for it to go down completely, because I’d felt him rock hard right up to the end. I turned toward my aunt and pretended to be sleepy, my heart pounding in my chest, my pussy still throbbing, and my hand clenched under the sheet full of his semen. I brought it to my mouth as soon as she closed her eyes again and licked my fingers one by one, tasting him, salty and thick, with a tingle between my legs that wouldn’t go away.

We got up and went to the kitchen to see what we’d have for dinner, as if nothing had happened. But something had happened, and we both knew it. On the next visit, and the one after that, and the one after that, I learned from him much more than any boyfriend my age could ever have taught me: I learned to suck a cock all the way down my throat, I learned to take it in every hole, I learned to cum over him again and again.

That, however, is another story I’ll tell you soon.