The two bedrooms were next to each other and there was a door between the two bedrooms, but it was always locked. Auntie Yay slept alone in the bedroom and I never thought of that door.
The door between our bedrooms was an old door with a big keyhole, though I never saw any key, or anyone, to open it.
The door was a mystery to me. Having been taken down at one point, the doorknob appears to be very long, and someone once stuffed the keyhole with packing so you couldn’t get past it to peer next door.
To make a long story short, after my aunt and uncle left and Auntie Yay was all alone, I began to imagine stories about the door.
One day when Auntie Yay was out shopping, I grabbed a screwdriver and tried to dig that stuffing out of the keyhole.
After a long period of time, this filler obviously has a hole in it. It was actually stuck inside this metal. Be that as it may, after multiple hard pokes, most of it loosened up and I pushed it to the other side.
Examining the sight through this open keyhole, I saw that it was an excellent viewpoint to look all the way through yah aunt’s bedroom and bed.
Needless to say, I could hardly wait for Auntie Yay to get home and into bed that night.
And when Auntie Yay walked into her bedroom at night, I got the best reward of all.
Kneeling down and peering through the keyhole, I saw Auntie Yia removing her clothes, one after the other. The first thing that came out was her breasts, I never dreamed that Auntie Yay would be so voluptuous.
I watched Auntie Yah’s breasts jiggle up and down while she bent over and slowly removed her stockings.
Gazing through the keyhole, I saw at the same time that, in real life, the fresh buds on a pair of breasts were so large; and a large brown circle surrounded the buds.
When Auntie Yay removed her panties, the lustful pubic hairs on her honey spot were so clear, more striking than those I had seen in magazines.
When I saw the sight again, my whole rod got hard and
I began to rub my rod aggressively.
After Auntie Yayo gets naked, she usually lies on the bed and reads for a while, with her legs slightly apart.
I fantasized about my rod, burying itself deep into the black jungle between Auntie Yay’s legs, constantly moving in and out, going as deep as I could.
I rubbed my rod until cum squirted onto the door.
Spying on Auntie Ya in the dorm room, this went on for many nights.
As time passed, I memorized every part of Auntie Yay’s body, Auntie Yay’s firm, magnificent breasts, which jiggled up and down in waves whenever she moved around the room. When Auntie Yea was lying down, they looked as if they were about to fall out from her sides; and when she was moving, they looked like two large meatballs across her upper body, meant to be rubbed and savored.
I also fell in love with Auntie Yia’s honey spot, including the sexy black jungle with the beautiful slit hidden underneath, where Auntie Yia would occasionally absentmindedly place a finger, evoking warm and wet delights.
After one time, I forgot all about porn magazines.
After one time, I even got tired of masturbating.
I want a real honey hole, one like Auntie Yay, one that’s warm and tight and full of slippery nectar for my rod to plunge into properly.
I want to cum inside a honey hole.
I want orgasm after orgasm.
I want to fill it completely with cum.
However, the status quo remains unchanged. I wasn’t bold enough to just run naked into Auntie Yah’s bedroom and force a showdown with her, especially when she was still awake.
Only once, when I knew that Auntie Yayo was asleep, did I tiptoe into Auntie Yayo’s bedroom and quietly get into her bed.
I carefully pulled the bedding to the side and angled it over Auntie Yayoi’s body, my head very close to Auntie Yayoi’s honey spot.
But in the end, I lost my courage and had to satisfy myself by breathing in the aroma emanating from Auntie Yay’s honey hole.
Her hot, musky, powerful seduction spurred me on, and I began to masturbate, imagining my swollen rod, deep within the object of my desire.
It was enough just to think all in the air, I slammed the bottom of my hand and ejaculated in one gulp. My cum sprayed everywhere, Auntie Yay’s ample breasts, her belly, and a drop or two landed on her curly leg hairs.
After calming my breathing and feeling back to normal, I leaned over Auntie Yay’s sleeping body and examined the two pearly drops of cum on her pubic hair.
Stretching my fingers, I dabbed at the white, cloudy cum and worked my way down past the pubic hair to Auntie Yay’s honey spot, and then into the opening of her honey hole.
A few light touches and the petals inside Auntie Yay’s honey hole, as if they were alive, greedily accepted the precious semen I offered.
Auntie Yay sighed softly and rolled her body a few times.
Auntie Yay moved her ass up and down for a moment, then lay down quietly again.
Realizing that it was too risky to stay on, I pulled the covers back over Auntie Yay and retreated from the dormitory, promising myself that I would muster up even more courage the next time.
Once again, I mustered up enough courage to sneak into Auntie Yay’s bedroom. This time, I felt that my luck was too bad, because Auntie Yay was in the middle of her physiological period.
Pulling the sheet out from under Auntie Yay’s sleeping body, I saw the thin threads of a tampon dangling out of my honey hole.
This really poured a big bucket of cold water on me and needless to say, I had to meekly exit from the room. Not only did I curse my luck, but I also vowed to give up any chance of stealing a fuck from Auntie Ya.
However, this resolution didn’t last more than two weeks! Once, Auntie Yee and one of her female friends spent the night at home getting drunk.
The two of them slowly drained a four-liter bottle of wine, joking with each other and reducing the men in their lives for the same acquaintance to trash.
Much laughter and conversation rang out in the kitchen as they dispensed drinks and snacks, chattered and talked, and fussed like three nuns.
It was about 10:30 when Auntie Yay’s friend, her husband, called and wondered what was keeping her up so late. So she said she had to say goodbye.
Of course, I overheard the whole thing. Almost ten minutes after Auntie Yayo’s friend left, I heard Auntie Yayo try to crawl back into the bedroom.
I heard her trip several times along the way, but she finally made it back to her room and closed the door.
Peering through the keyhole of our room’s door, I saw Auntie Yia paralyzed on the bed without undressing or turning off the light.
It seems that Auntie Yay shouldn’t have not wanted to change her clothes, I think she was really drunk. After a very long time, I watched her passed out body on the bed through the keyhole. Hearing her snoring loudly, I knew this was the opportunity of a lifetime.
Upon realizing that Auntie Yay was drunk, I immediately got an erection from excitement.
I stripped fully clothed, entered Auntie Yay’s bedroom and walked over to her bed, reassuring myself that she wouldn’t catch a cold.
Pulling up my skirt, I moved my hands under Auntie Yia’s fat white ass and removed Auntie Yia’s pink panties, leaving one side of them on my legs so that they could be easily returned to their place.
The shock of seeing my honey hole up close made my rod almost ache, and my glans even turned purple from the rush.
After the last time, I no longer had an erection, or a wet dream, so the semen in my scrotum was, no doubt, aching from the need to relieve it.
Spreading Auntie Yay’s legs, I positioned myself between them and, with one finger, stroked her honey spot, probing its juicy interior.
Over the snoring, Auntie Yay softly began to moan, her body gently turning over.
My rod dripped with secretion, and when I placed it at the entrance of Auntie Yay’s honey hole, it trailed a long thin silver-white line starting from the glans.
It took little effort, and with a gentle push, the entire length of the rod went into the honey hole.
Unbelievably, Auntie Yee’s honey pussy gripped my rod tightly, as if by magic, and wrapped around it wonderfully.
It was a completely involuntary reaction; for I was certain that Auntie Yay had not yet awakened from her drunken stupor and was in a deep slumber.
Despite this, Auntie Yay’s wailing continued, gradually responding to my in-and-out thrusts with its own unique melody.
I began to thrust forward in earnest, faster and deeper, leaving all caution behind as I worked my way into Auntie Yayi’s pussy, controlling the rhythm of my rod and pushing it as deep as I could.
Quickly, I felt the first tug from my loins, a signal that I was going to cum.
If I had any qualms about ejaculating inside Auntie Yay, now would be the time to stop, but I only pause for a moment, just a moment.
The idea of cumming a large amount of cum inside Auntie Yia was so exciting and fun that I couldn’t stop.
I love the idea.
I love this idea.
I’m going to make it happen.
I want to shoot my hot cum inside Auntie Yee’s cunt.
I love the idea, and, if Auntie Yay knew, maybe she’d like it too.
Losing all self-control, I exploded into the depths of Auntie Yee’s pussy.
Deeply moistened in the honey hole of the rod, constantly shooting forward thick sticky liquid, shooting and shooting. The semen splashed straight into the cervix, feverishly competing to surge ah aunt’s uterus, looking for eggs.
Spasm after spasm sent wave after wave of cum from my young balls until Auntie Yayo could no longer hold all my seed inside. This warm, sticky liquid then flowed down the rod, past Auntie Yay’s ass and onto the bed, staining the sheets.
The intensity of my orgasm still shook my senses, and it seemed like an eternity passed before I cooled off, lying on my back on top of Auntie Yah.
When I woke up from this dream-like situation, the rod had softened but was still inside Auntie Yay’s pussy.
Twenty minutes later, the rod in my honey pussy had undoubtedly thickened again and was stuck tightly in it. I regretfully pulled out the rod, and Auntie Yee’s honey hole even seemed to pull back hard, as if reluctant to let go.
Pulling my panties back on and putting them back on, I helped Auntie Yay cover up.
Her snoring continued, and I don’t think Auntie Yah will ever know what happened that night. By the time morning came, most of my seed had entered her womb, and the semen that remained in her pussy would be absorbed by her body.
Some of the dried semen left on the bed, at the honey, would be taken as her own secretions.
At home I was free, I always thought so. And as I left the room, a contented smile appeared on my face.
But after a few weeks, I realized that the seed implanted deep inside Auntie Yayo that night had done its work, bringing me an unforgettable night, and unexpected consequences.
Auntie Yah came home from the doctor’s side, white as a sheet.
When I asked her what happened, she told me she was pregnant… but she didn’t know how it happened.
In the midst of my shock, it occurred to me that the night I stole into the room and secretly fucked her was exactly two weeks after her period (the time I saw the tampon).
When I fucked her, Auntie Yay was fertile, and I actually impregnated my own Auntie Yay!
What do I do now?