“You really need to scrub better you know that?” She said as water and soap dripped down my body. I couldn’t understand why my dick was so hard.... Like I said before, I had no experience in sex or even masturbation, hard to imagine I know, but the truth was that my family was very religious so I was indeed a late bloomer. I was completely at the mercy of my aunt. She kept scrubbing me and I tried to remain still. After a few seconds she moved on to my arms and back. “Turn around, so I can wash. To put it plainly: it's just smut. I see this story as a sexuallycharged odyssey that includes a lot of ideas and fantasies that havebeen gathered from a variety of places, including plenty of ties toother stories here on Fictionmania - so don't expect a ton of realism.And boy, this story can get fantastical at times.I possibly missed some details here and there when I got too caught upin the writing, so please don't hold me to any high literary standards.I'm the only author and editor, so I'm. There wasenough to allow me to triangulate the direction. Without fear, I beganmoving towards them. One step at a time, each one calculated, eachmovement considered and analyzed and accepted beforehand. Slowly,almost agonizingly slowly, the noises became louder, and clearer. I hadto fight moving faster, taking unnecessary risks with sound, because Ididn't want them to finish before I could see some of it. I had toweigh that desire against my fear of getting caught. So, like the. ”“Do you love me?” she asked suddenly.“Of course I do.”“But sometimes it doesn’t feel like it,” she persisted.“I love you, Mandy,” I repeated and took her clit between my lips.“You love my bits,” she said playfully.“You have very lovable bits,” I replied.“So do you,” was her unexpected response.“Do you want to suck me?” I ventured.“Not today,” she said.“Do you want me to fuck you, then?”“I want you to make love to me. Have you got any… rubbers?”“No, but I’ve got some latexes.”“Don’t be cheeky,”.