My Aunt Pat by Tayla Mom informed me at breakfast that her sister, Patricia, was coming to stay with us for a while. She said that her Aunt Pat had been in the Peace Corps for years and frankly was now just burned out. My little brother snickered at me when mom said that Aunt Pat would be sharing my room and my king-sized bed. I hadn't seen this woman since I was four years old. Damn! This is great, just great, I thought. My room is my haven. Behind my locked door, I like to roam around naked. Oftentimes I have my best friend Andrea sleep over and we really get busy on each other's pussies! Now some old sun-withered woman, probably more like Pat of Saturday Night Live fame, would be invading my space and my privacy--sleeping in my bed. I met Andrea at the end of the block and we walked to the high school together. I told her about my situation. "Bummer," she said. "You must really be pissed." "Pissed and .....," I voiced as I noticed a new girl on the next block. "Look at her, Andrea!" "I saw her yesterday. Hot looking, isn't she? We'll have to invite her to one of our sleepovers," mused Andrea. "I'm hot for that nice butt of hers already." I noticed the new girl around school most of the day. With all that black hair and red lips, I could just eat her up. Checking out an hour early, I went home to "play" with myself in my room before the "Pat" person arrived. As I turned my key in the lock, I heard mom's voice. "Honey?, Jessica?, is that you? Your Aunt Pat is here. Come and meet her again." I walked into our kitchen. Standing next to the sink with mom was not a "Pat" type at all, but a tall, shapely, beautiful woman. She had short black hair, tanned, unlined skin, blue eyes and the fullest red lips I had ever seen. "Come give your auntie a hug," she crooned as I stepped forward. Her back to mom, she embraced me, pressing our breasts tightly together. She enveloped me in her fragrance as she kissed my cheek. "Audrey, she is gorgeous, just as you said," Pat called over her shoulder. I disentangled myself from her embrace. My nipples were hard and my pussy wet. "Mom, I need to get an assignment from Andrea. I'll be back soon. Please show Aunt Pat to my room. Nice to have you here, Aunt Pat", I said as I backed out of the back door. Andrea's house was fourth down the block. I got there in record time. I was impatient as I leaned in on the buzzer, knowing her parents wouldn't be home until later. When she opened the door, I grabbed her and pumped my tongue in her mouth as I slipped my hand inside her baggy shorts. "Gee, Jess, you're really hot for some, aren't you? Her name is Cari, the girl. Did she get you this worked up?", Andrea asked as she humped up against my hand. "Shut up and take your clothes off. I need to fuck you right now." I took her on the plush carpet of her living room floor, first eating my fill of her sweet pussy, then screwing her senseless with my mound. The release was wonderful as I imagined myself screwing Aunt Pat. Dressed in a summer nightgown, I was restless that first night with her in my bed. Through slitted eyes, I watched her as she slept and dreamed about fucking her when I finally dozed off. Late that night, I felt lips on mine. My eyes flew open as Aunt Pat's tongue pushed past my lips and teeth. She kissed me with such passion and such wild abandon that I moaned, wrapped my arms around her neck and gave up to the feeling. Aunt Pat released my mouth enough to pull the nightgown over my head. I was already naked underneath. Slowly, her slightly roughened hands rubbed me from my head to my feet. Her wet tongue traced the path of her hands. Aunt Pat's tongue found my mouth again and took it lazily. Moving downward, she kissed my throat and shoulder blades. Her tongue licked the valley between my breasts just before her lips took my peaked, sensitive nipples. Hungrily, she devoured my globes and nipples as if there were an exotic treat. Leaving a trial of wetness, she moved down to my navel, plunged in her tongue and swirled. My pussy was so, so wet when she at long last found it with her tongue. Biting my hand, I arched by back as she drove her erect tongue into it. I came. Aunt Pat continued to feast on my pussy as she moaned deep inside her throat. I rewarded her with bursts of my sweet juice which she licked greedily. "You taste and feel wonderful, Jess," Aunt Pat said lying next to me. "It's been so long since I've had a woman that I am greedy. When I saw you, I had the feeling that you would not be turned off by female advances. This is certainly not your first time with a woman, is it?" she said as she slipped a finger inside me. "No, Aunt Pat. "I had one this afternoon when I left here. I was already hot for another girl, but when I saw you, I was turned on to the hilt--for you. You were not what I expected. I fucked my friend Andrea, we do it all the time, on her living room floor thinking about you. The real you is so much better." Rising from my position on the bed, I said, "Aunt Pat, you haven't come as much as me. Let me show you how good I am with a pussy." I put Aunt Pat's trembling legs on my shoulders, brought her wet mound to my face. It was her turn to bite her fists as I made her come and come. Six-thirty the next morning, mom knocked on our locked door to announce that breakfast was in one half hour. Lying at the foot of our disarrayed bed, my legs were entwined with those of the most beautiful woman in the world, our mouths whispering, our mounds humping towards each other in orgasm, I called out shakliy, "Coming, mom." And I did--all over her baby sister for the umpteenth time. Aunt Pat pulled her mouth from mine and announced, "Now that were're lovers, Jess, You can drop the "Aunt" and call me Pat. If you do anything whrthwhile today, "do it" with a woman.