Erotic Story/Edymaniac: Horny Ibrahim and the sex starved guardian (Part 3)

Unable to control herself Aisha slipped a hand into her panties and began to rub her clit furiously as she imagined what would happen if she dared walk into her nephew’s room at that very moment. The creaking noises came faster and she fluttered her finger across her clit at the same frenzied pace.

Closing her eyes she imagined her nephew gripping his dick and fisting it slowly while his eyes spied her in the darkness. In her imagination Ibrahim toyed with his dick while looking into her eyes, daring her to step out of the shadows and do for him what she so desperately wanted to do.

He lifted his testicles with one hand and rolled them between his fingers while he toyed with the head of his penis.

Unable to control herself Aisha slipped a hand into her panties and began to rub her clit furiously as she imagined what would happen if she dared walk into her nephew’s room at that very moment. The creaking noises came faster and she fluttered her finger across her clit at the same frenzied pace.

Much too quickly she felt the explosion and a small cry escaped her lips.

Ibrahim felt his orgasm approaching and he concentrated on that feeling as he rubbed his dick faster. He imagined Ebube on her hands and knees before him as he pounded her from behind. He was trying to hold off the completion, enjoying that painfully exquisite pleasure that is the drop-off of climax. In his mind’s eye, he could see Ebube turning her head to urge him on but as the hair swung past it wasn’t his girlfriends face he saw, it was his aunty’s.

His mouth hung open in a silent cry as cum erupted from the head of his penis and splashed over his stomach. As the orgasm swept through him he heard a noise that froze his hand. He thought he heard a cry before it was cut off. The remains of his orgasm pumped slowly from his penis and Ibrahim milked it lazily as he caught his breath.

After cleaning himself up Ibrahim got out of bed and went to his doorway, looking up and down the lobby. About to turn around and dismiss it as nasty imagination, Ibrahim caught the scent of pussy.

Ibrahim sat for a moment. A Saturday night with the guys was good once in a while. It wasn’t the end of the world that Ebube couldn’t go out tonight, he thought, but it made two weeks since he had any proper relief and he was starting to feel the effects.

“Wonder how aunty is holding up,” He said aloud. He pictured his aunt standing in the dark waiting for him and Ebube to arrive so she could get off while watching them. Chuckling for a moment at the absurdity of it all Ibrahim suddenly had an idea. He jogged quickly to the front door and let himself in.

Trying not look directly at her hiding spot Ibrahim settled on the chair in the best position for his aunty to see him if she was spying. The light from the street light illuminated him clearly.

His dick was mostly hard already when he undid his trousers slowly, for the first time encouraging the loud sound of the zipper as he pulled it down. If his aunty had retreated to her room when she noticed Ebube was missing he was hoping to entice her back with his masturbation.

Ibrahim recalled the previous Saturday night when his aunty had listened outside his room when he had pleasured himself.

Pulling his dick out from his underwear he sat and stared at it for a minute. He wished it was bigger and thicker, but what guy didn’t. Perhaps some were happy with their size, but he figured it was like most girls who wished their boobs were larger, more pointed. He wondered if his aunty was looking at it now. He didn’t dare try to peek at her hiding spot; if he did he was certain he would scare her away.

“If she’s even there,” he added silently.

With deliberately exaggerated motions Ibrahim grabbed his dick and began to stroke it slowly. He rolled his head back against the chair and lifted his hips off the cushion to push in counter rhythm to his hand. The notion that his aunty was watching him was really starting to arouse him and he began to fondle his testicles gently. Letting out soft moans he rocked his head from side to side as he enjoyed the feel of his own touch, imagining that it was his aunty’s.

“Oh yes,” Ibrahim groaned, deliberately louder than he ever would have been had Ebube been there. He knew his uncle was asleep and he wanted to attract his aunty’s notice.

“Oh yeah baby, just like that. Do it the way I like it,” he continued as his pace increased.

“Suck my dick, take it in your mouth and suck it deep. Show me how deep you can take it. I want you to swallow my cum.”

Ibrahim felt odd saying the words to himself in the dark, but he imagined that if his aunt was desperate enough for sexual satisfaction to spy on him and his girlfriend his dirty talk couldn’t hurt. He wondered what he could say that would tempt her enough to reveal herself to him. Ibrahim wasn’t Casanova, but he certainly knew what Ebube enjoyed.

“If you suck my dick I’ll eat your pussy until you scream,” He said gravelly.

“I’ll lick your pussy until you cum all over my face.” Ibrahim licked his lips and tried to bring moisture back to his drying mouth. The idea of eating his own aunty’s pussy was really turning him on.

“I’ll pull your legs open and hold them wide as I make you cum with my tongue buried deep inside your snatch .”

Unable to control it any longer his hand was a blur on his dick as he rocketed to orgasm. Stifling the shout he grunted forcefully as he pumped the sticky load out all over his thighs and stomach. Sweat covered his body despite the air conditioning and he sat in the pale lamp light with his aching dick covered in his spent seed tightly gripped in his fist.

“Maybe next time,” Ibrahim whispered hoarsely. Wednesday evening Ibrahim stood in the kitchen eating a quick meal of rice and beans at the counter as his uncle and aunt prepared to go out for the evening.

“Don’t forget, you told Mrs. Badmus across the street you would help her with her dustbin,” Aisha said to her nephew. She stepped close to him and hugged him tightly.

“Oh aunty, it’s dark out already,” Ibrahim complained hugging his aunt back. His hands gripped her soft hips. He desperately wanted to slide his hands down along her backside and get a handful of ass.

“You told her you would do it today and when you tell someone you will do something for them you had better keep your word,” She scolded him lightly.

Her eyes glittered mischievously as she felt his hands slide lower on her body. Turning away from her nephew she pretended to lose her balance and pressed her breasts into his forearm.

“Oh sorry dear,” she whispered throatily. Aisha had to repress a grin from spilling across her face as she saw his eyes devour her cleavage on display in the plunging neckline of her dress.