I'd seen a pussy before. Of course I had.

In fact, I'd seen literally hundreds of them, on a screen, in porn. I'd watched them get fucked and fingered and fisted. I'd seen them gaping wide after taking monster cocks. I'd watched, cock in hand, as they'd been fucked until they squirted. I'd seen hairy ones, trimmed ones and ones that were perfectly smooth. Ones with piercings and ones with tattoos. Big clits, little clits. Fat ones, skinny ones and inbetween ones. I knew what a pussy was. Or at least I thought I did.

As Sonia slowly pulled her panties to one side, revealing herself so teasingly, I realised that I had never known what a pussy was at all. Here, in the actual literal flesh, it was so much more than what I thought it was.

Sonia's pussy was chubby and soft and glistening. She had brown pubic hair, but it was trimmed short. Because of how she was sitting, her pussy was opened, and I drooled at the lips -soft and inviting- and all those little lines and folds of flesh that made her inner lips. Watching porn you got to see a pussy, but you never actually got to know a pussy. Her hole was there but not there, a dimple of black space that looked so small I wondered how it would ever fit a cock inside it. As I stared I saw that it wasn't a still thing but rather it was moving, flexing, pulsating ever so slightly. It was alive in a way that I never knew. Not just a thing to be fucked, but a thing in its own right as well. Her outer pussy (I don't know all the correct words, so bear with me) looked soft but dry, while her inner pussy was wet and shining. A little trickle of something I really wanted to taste leaked slowly and silkily from her hole.

I saw her clit too. A nub of something soft right at the top of her slit, slightly separated from the rest of her pussy, but at the same time enveloped and held by those folds. Again I'd seen hundreds of them, but knew then that until you had seen one in 3 dimensions, you hadn't really seen one at all.

"Tell me you like it," Sonia said softly.

I couldn't even reply. I just nodded and continued to stare. I heard her breathe deeply, and as she did her hole opened up a little bit more, before almost closing again, like it was taking a breath too. I never knew they did that.

"Tell me you like it, Paul," she repeated. "Tell me you like my pussy."

My throat felt so tight that I had to cough to clear it before I could speak. My entire body was trembling. My cock was harder than it had ever been before, straining in my boxers.

"I like it," I said.

"No, say you like my pussy. Say the words."

"I like your pussy."

"Again," she said, and I watched as she reached out with one of the fingers that were holding her panties to the side and began to stroke her clit. She dragged her finger over it, lifted it, and repeated. Her hole tensed and clenched a little.

"I like your pussy," I said again. "I like your pussy. I love your pussy."

Her finger sped up, the same rhythmic motion, but quicker, and she was pressing her clit harder. I could hear the soft, wet noises her pussy made as she rubbed herself. I could smell her.

"Touch me," she said.

I didn't hesitate at all. I reached forward to do as she said, but her finger was moving quickly and it bumped against my mine.

Without warning she moaned in frustration and pushed my hand away from her, my fingers pulling out of her with the softest, wettest 'pop'. I thought it was over, that she had changed her mind, or worse still that she thought I was shit, but instead she lifted her ass off the couch an inch or so, hooked her fingers into her panties and pulled them off in one quick motion. She settled back down with her legs spread obscenely wide, her skirt now around her waist, like a belt. Her pussy was red and puffy.

"My hole," she panted. "Finger my hole."

I straightened my finger out and pushed the tip of it against her hole, fingernail side up. At first there was resistance; my finger was too dry and I thought it was too big for that tiny little space. But the juices from her pussy quickly coated it and I watched amazed as my finger disappeared inside her. The feeling was like nothing else I'd ever felt. She was soft and wet and slippery and warm and tight and pulling and squeezing - all at the same time. I looked up at her face and her cheeks were red, her hair sticking slightly to her forehead, her eyes boring into mine.

"Fuck yes," she breathed, looking directly at me. "Deeper."

I pushed and felt her take my whole index finger inside her.

"Fuck it, Paul. Finger it hard. Fuck it."

I began to push my finger in and out of her and I felt her gripping onto it. I didn't go too hard at or fast at first because I didn't want to hurt her. She was now using two fingers to rub her clit, and her hand was a blur. She was grinding her body against her fingers and mine, her hips rocking back and forth, getting faster and faster. I glanced up at her, her tits still out, nipples erect, the soft mounds vibrating and jiggling. She was still staring down at me, her eyes bright with intensity, her breathing ragged and hungry.

"More," she gasped. "More. Another finger. Harder."

I'd seen pussies in porn take huge dicks. I mean actually massive monster cocks. I knew that they could, but she felt so tight that I didn't think I could get another finger inside her. And yet, as soon as I tried, it just slipped right in, her hole stretching and opening wider to accommodate it as I continued to finger-fuck my auntie as hard and as fast as I possibly could while she rubbed her clit for all she was worth. The only sounds in the room were her grunting with pleasure, and wet, squelching, schlurping sounds from her pussy.

"Turn them over," she instructed. "Turn your fingers round the other way."

I went to pull them out to do as I was told but she stopped me.

"No. Don't take them out. Just turn them over."

I twisted my hand round, turning inside her so that my fingernails were now down, her hole stretching and then closing back around them as I did.

"Bend your fingers. Rub inside my cunt."

Cunt. Such a filthy word.

I bent my fingers and could immediately feel the soft insides of her pussy. As I kept fingering her hole I also tried to rub against the velvet softness I felt my fingertips pressing into.

"Yes," she said, hungrily, almost aggressively. "Fuuuck yes. That's it. Right fucking there. Right fucking there you dirty little fucker."

She was now pressing hard against my hand, fucking herself against me every time I pushed my fingers deeper, her hips pulsating with short, hard thrusts. Her breathing was torn, broken, shallow. I knew she was going to cum.

I wanted to watch as she orgasmed, but Sonia didn't give me the chance. She leant forward, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me up from my kneeling position, kept pulling me upwards until my face was pressed against her right tit, until her nipple was pushing against my lips.

"Suck it," she growled. "Suck my fucking tit."

I didn't need to be told twice. I opened my mouth and sucked her nipple into it, pulling it in, running my tongue over its soft-but-hard surface, while at the same time pounding away in her pussy hole with my fingers.

Just like with pussies, I thought I knew orgasms. I had watched enough of them in porn to think I knew what to expect. And again, I was wrong.

When Sonia came the first sensation I had was pain, because she pressed my head so hard against her tit that I thought she might crack my skull. And then her entire body tensed and froze, just for a split second, like a calm before a storm. I kept sucking, kept fingering, kept doing exactly as she had told me to.

And then she released.

It fucking crashed through her, all breath expelled from her body in one huge outpouring of shaking and juddering and heaving and spasming. She clamped her thighs together and at the same time pushed my hand away from her pussy. Her back arched and her tit pressed even harder against my mouth, so hard that I couldn't breathe. She made animal sounds, deep and guttural and rocked and gripped and squeezed.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucckkkk.....k......k.....k......k.....k." That last consonant repeating every second, like it was caught in her throat, like she was stuck in a loop of pleasure.

It seemed to roll through her in waves, like powerful pulses of electricity. I watched as she lifted her hand to her mouth and bit down on the side of it, her teeth gripping so tightly I thought she might hurt herself. It got stronger and stronger until it seemed to peak and then began to fade away from her as her entire body relaxed suddenly, like a puppet that has had its strings cut.

I still had her tit in my mouth, and her chest was heaving as she fought to regain her breath. her legs fell open and I could smell her pussy, the scent stronger than ever in the still, heavy air of the room.

She started to stroke the back of my head, her fingers clumsy and loose in my hair.

She tried to say something, but seemed to struggle to form the words.

She giggled, then tried again.

"That," she said, her voice shaky, "Was fucking wonderful."

I finally stopped sucking her nipple and lay my head sideways on her chest instead, looking up at her. Sonia's heart was thumping against my ear.

It had been the best night of my life, but what I didn't know is that it was only just beginning.

She reached down and squeezed my still-hard dick through my trousers, her thumb and finger working round the head in soft circles.

"Give me a minute to get my breath back," Sonia said. "And then we'll deal with this."

Part 3 (probably the final part) coming as soon as I finish it. If you're enjoying my story let me know about it by giving it a vote. It's the only way that I know if certain themes are popular here or not. And if you've got any thoughts and ideas for future scenarios, let me know in the comments or by messaging me.