Suki Jensen-Ramirez
Suki Jensen-Ramirez

Chapter One - An open and slut case

Chapter One - An open and slut case

Fear and loathing in Lisburn! Surely not. But I’m jumping ahead of myself. What is an American girl doing in Lisburn of all places?

Fourteen months into a job as Marketing Assistant with a multinational company, known for its production of a sparkling brown liquid, in this mini-metropolis in the heart of Northern Ireland, I am experiencing a sense of real trepidation. Have I bitten off more than I can chew? And not for the first time either.

Fresh from my heady days as a carefree student at the University of Ulster and armed with a first class honours degree in Communications, Advertising and Marketing, I am making my way in the Big Wide World of international commerce and, without actually meaning to, having acquired some deadly enemies of the very worst kind.

Of course, it’s all the fault of “SEX” - my too active libido combined with the apparent willingness of almost everyone I meet to leap into bed with me. I am quite the innocent party, really.

It’s not fair just to blame it on my thick, long jet black hair stretching to my waist, my slender brown limbs encased in the flimsiest of clothing, my satin-soft skin covering curves that would unsaddle any world class motorcyclist who encountered them on a road- racing track. It’s no good pointing to my piercing dark brown eyes, soft sculptured lips or semi-oriental features. No, you can’t even ascribe it to the perennial absence of underwear, the sweet, yielding smile and ever-ready willingness to please. Hell, even my pierced and shaven pussy is not to blame. It’s just not my fault. Okay?

Not every sexual encounter I have is a success story, of course. That goes without saying, so I’ve said it - to be sure to be sure as they say in these parts.

There was the time on one of my English Literature Extra-Mural classes at Queen’s University, Belfast, a few years back when I got so carried away in a tutorial - well, DH Lawrence just makes me horny - that I said out loud without really thinking about it - “I would like to have sex with everyone in this room!”

The fact that there were just two other people in the room at the time may mitigate in my favour, you might think, but not really. One was the tutor - a quirky old guy hauled back from retirement who wouldn’t have had enough vitamins in his system to cope with me and who would generally just stand in front of the class and mumble a lot, mostly to himself, I guess. The other was a dumpy girl of eighteen who went as red as a beetroot when I said this.

Afterwards on the stairs as we were leaving I turned to her and said:

“I suppose a snog in the alcove is out of the question?”

Miss Dumpy turned purple and just managed to stutter:

“Y..y..ou d..don’t r..really w..w..w..ant that d..d..d..do you?”

I responded by doing my favourite party trick which I’ve pretty much perfected and which I’ve never seen anyone else do. It involves slipping the two straps of my in-this-case figure-hugging lemon lycra minidress off my shoulders, taking a firm hold on the top of the garment at my cleavage with my right hand and in one swift single yank sending it to the floor to uncover my totally naked body beneath. I stepped out of the dress, now wearing only a pair of five inch lemon platform sandals (huh, typical student, eh?) and a sweet smile and said to her:

“Are you telling me you don’t really want this?”

The Dumpster was now beetroot with extra beetroot and starting to do an impression of a washing machine on its final cycle.

“Kneel,” I commanded and she did so as a reflex action.

“Lick me,” I growled like a girl from the seventies possessed, thrusting my shaven pussy towards her bloodshot face.

At this point she burst into tears and collapsed sobbing against the wall on the landing. She was in no fit state to lick a postage stamp never mind the world’s horniest nymphomaniac or me for that matter.

I stepped back into my dress and reinstalled my naked self into it with a single yank once more. (All these single yanks and none of them buying me flowers and chocolates. Is there no justice?)

“Seize the day, darling,” I said down to her. “Not have a seizure on the day.”

And with that I strode purposefully out of the building and out of her life while Dumpy strode into legend as the first and at that time only girl, when propositioned, to turn down Suki Jensen-Ramirez at a university. At that juncture my place at the bottom of the QUB/UU Premier Sexual League table might have shown me having played one and lost one. No goals and no points to show for my efforts. But things were not often thus and would soon change. I knew they would. It would only be a matter of time before my place in Europe was guaranteed.

Perhaps you might think my ego had taken a body blow, so to speak, over this refusal by a plain Jane but after much consideration, if not actual video review, I put it down to the sudden sight of my intimate genital jewellery.

You see I have a pussy lip piercing in the form of a small, ultra-light, silver rectangular bar dangling on a tiny silver chain attached to my left labia (or more correctly, if you are a Roman soldier, labium). It’s like a little clock pendulum hanging there for all to see (when I’m naked which is actually a lot of the time). It doesn’t tick like a nuclear clock but instead it lets people know that it’s time for sex. It’s ALWAYS time for sex.

It serves a dual purpose as I am also able to tether the cord of my joy balls, whenever I wear them inside me, so that in the very unlikely event that they should ever accidentally slip out they will not skittle across the floor and embarrass me. Instead they will dangle below the insubstantial hemline of my dresses and embarrass me.

For me my pussy is my “feel-good-factory.” It manufactures orgasms 24/7 for me if I don’t keep it in check. As a weapon I like it to be permanently set on stun. Its marketing strategy is based on the no- underwear principle and ranges from the Sharon Stone leg-cross through the tight skirt ride-up technique to the above-mentioned in-your-face quick-strip and thrust scenario.

You’ve got it in one - I’m an open and slut case! But am I a lesbian, you may ask?

No, I don’t think that technically I am. You see, I adore pussy but I also like plenty of cock. Does that make me a heterosexual lesbian or a lesbian heterosexual or even someone with designs on bisexuality? Designs perhaps but not the patents.

Confused certainly.

I don’t like labels being applied to me, not even designer ones. I’ve always thought of myself as being unique. Uniquely confused.

A psychiatrist would have ascribed my mixed sexual desires to my coming from a broken home. My parents split up when I was twelve. Was I subconsciously trying to recapture the love of both of them by having sex with both men and women? Was I shit!

Both of my parents loved me and I had a perfect upbringing and I love both of them. Apart from the logistics of them eventually living on opposite sides of the world their divorce caused me no real problems and we all get along like a house on fire. Maybe that’s the reason I’m so hot!

I get to see my dad Mike Ramirez and my older brother Vincent at least twice a year when I go over to stay in my original home city of San Diego, California, and also when they occasionally come visit me in Northern Ireland.

When they divorced Vinny chose to live with dad in San Diego and I went to live with my mom Linda (née Jensen) in La Jolla. About a year later she moved to live in Northern Ireland after meeting and marrying my step- dad John Marshall who works for the Northern Ireland Tourist Board. I went with her and have not regretted a moment of it.

Mom worked as a journalist in the States but here she runs a Guest House outside the city of Lisburn.

My dad Mike is a sales representative for a sports outfitter (yea, Mike the Nike man) and he used to be a baseball catcher for a few teams in the Minor Leagues.

My brother Vinny is an Anaheim Duck. I always say it serves my mother right for falling asleep at the lakeside. But he’s not just any old duck. He’s a Mighty Duck or as I prefer to think of him - “a right wee fuck.”

Just as my dad taught me to appreciate the finer points of baseball, my brother Vinny, who is two years older than me, got me to like watching ice-hockey when he started playing in the National Hockey League and the American Hockey League in his early twenties and I would be on one of my regular visits. After the games he liked me to come around to the locker-room and pretend to be his girlfriend. He said it gave him brownie points with the guys to have a hot chick on his arm.

Of course, I played along. You never know when a brother may come in handy. I’ve never fucked him though. He and Mike are maybe the only handsome men I know that I’ve never been in the sack with. You gotta have morals, I always say.

While the course of most American relationships between the sexes can be summed up in three little words - “snog, marry, avoid” - that could not be said of my parents Mike and Linda. They have remained friends and I think there still might be a few remnants there of the love they once felt for each other.

Mom is gloriously happy with John but whenever Mike comes over to visit me he stays at the Guest House with us and she won’t accept so much as a dollar from him.

As well as a liking for certain spectator sports my dad and Vinny kindled in me a love of working out in the gym to keep my body in trim and in particular an interest in martial arts. From the age of eight I started martial arts training and continued the interest when we moved to Northern Ireland to live when I was thirteen.

I found that it gave me poise and confidence as well as keeping me fit and toned. Don’t get me wrong - I don’t have muscles on my muscles. I’m feminine to the core. I’m talking more of an inner strength, I guess.

I also enjoy water sports and when I was twenty I joined the Donegal East Sub-Aqua Club (Women’s Section) and have spent many a happy hour in the waters of the Atlantic, Lough Foyle and off the North Coast of Ulster. DESAC is based in the little village of Muff which has produced a lot of underwater practitioners over the years and exported them to the four corners of the Earth so that there are now Muff divers wherever you look.

At the age of twenty-one during one of my long summer vacations spent in San Diego I developed another of my interests and earned some extra cash by some part-time work as a photographic model. I’ve also done a little bit of semi-pro cat-walk work here in Northern Ireland while a student. That’s when I wasn’t waitressing.

In San Diego I also took part in a couple of short porn movies which brought in some much-needed money at a difficult time. I’m quite proud of my performances and not the least bit ashamed. If you have a talent for having sex you should let it out. No real acting ability is required. You just have to enjoy what you’re doing and do it well and I do.

From my mom I guess I’ve inherited my ability to write and now I spend my working days writing press releases and manning display stands where I smile and flirt with journalists and customers. I suppose I’m a Public Relations natural and maybe that’s why I’ve always been fascinated by having relations in public, but more of that later.

Back to San Diego and my eighteenth birthday. It was September 17, 2004. Vinny was in training camp with the other Ducks and Mike was in New York on business. Mom and John were in Lisburn and I was alone in Dad’s apartment.

My Aunt Sonia Jensen was on the way to visit at the request of her sister, my mother Linda, who didn’t want me to celebrate my coming of age on my own. As if!

Of course, everyone knew that Sonia, aged 34 at the time, was an out-and-out lesbian but she was also the nearest thing to family I had in the city and no one ever dreamed she might take advantage of the situation.

Sonia arrived in the early afternoon with a flourish as she always did. Among her many talents I admired her ability to kiss. Her kisses were all-enveloping - composed of tossing hair, flailing arms, full bodily contact, warm, wet lips on in my case soft, yielding ones and a loud lingering moan that indicated her level of satisfaction with the procedure.

I invariably loved being kissed by her and today being my birthday I knew it would be an extra special one.

However, I was not expecting the hands on my bottom nor the tongue down my throat nor, if I’m honest, the clinch to last a full five minutes, during which time Sonia carved a Sonia-shaped niche in my impressionable teenage curves and moaned like a lost calf in a wind-tunnel. Not that I’m complaining, you understand.

“Darling, you’re eighteen and the most gorgeous creature on the planet,” she emerged from the kiss breathless and still salivating, as was I. “Happy birthday, my dearest, sweetest one and only niece,” she added, handing me a present wrapped in left-over Christmas paper.

“It’s what every girl needs and what you should never, ever be without. If you don’t know already, I’ll show you how to use it later,” she explained the gift while I began to open the wrapping on the box. “There’s a card too, sweetie, with a message that I really mean.”

I found the card and opened it first. It read:

“To my favourite sweetheart of all time, Suki. I love you forever, XXXX Sonia.”

“Are these kisses or have you blanked out a naughty word?” I asked innocently.

“They’re whatever you want them to be, Suki precious. It’s your day. Everything that happens today will be how you want it to be,” she replied.

I picked up my present - a sleek, purple vibrator and absent-mindedly pressed it to my lips.

“I hope it’s the right size,” Sonia mused, strumming a little finger-dance on my bare forearm. “I’ve waited sooo long for this day, Suki. You don’t know how difficult it’s been for me trying not to be the paedophile auntie all these years when what I’ve always wanted to do is fuck you into the middle of next week.”

“Oooohhhh, Sonia!” I exclaimed. “But I fly back to Europe on Monday. This is all so sudden. Too much information and all of it too fast.”

“I’m sorry, baby, but it’s true. Your Auntie Sonia wants to fuck you. I promise you won’t regret it. You’ll always remember your coming of age. Apart from anything you’ll be an age coming. I’ve got specially long-drawn-out techniques which, of course, I’ll be happy to teach you. It’ll be totally tantric, sugarlips. In fact, I’ll teach you everything about sex that you’ve always wanted to know but were too afraidamundo to ask.”

“You’re embarrassing me, Sonia. I’ve always loved you and I always will, but …”

“The very place to start,” Sonia breathed, seizing me round the waist and pulling me towards her, before taking each of my butt cheeks in her hands and squeezing them gently. “Can I smell your pussy?” she asked.

“No, I had fish for lunch and with the kitchen door open you can still … I kinda burnt it a little, I guess … Oh, you mean … you were asking permission … Why don’t I make us a coffee? How do you want it?”

I extricated myself from her grasp and headed towards the open kitchen door.

“I like my coffee like I like my pussy - hot and sweet,” she purred, gazing at me with her big, bright blue eyes and tossing her long, blonde hair.

“And wet, I take it?” “Yep. Wet too!”

“Well, if you don’t stop being silly, I’ll wet myself,” I admonished her over my shoulder as I exited the room.

Sonia followed me into the kitchen. From her bag she produced a bottle of Champagne which she handed to me.

“Put this in an ice-bucket for me, Honey Sweets. We can have it later, after the coffee melts my little chocolate princess.”

I obeyed her. Obviously she was not for giving up.

When I was a kid Aunt Sonia always used to call me her little Honey Sweets and I adored it. Was I melting already?

“You can’t help but get a tan here in San Diego, I know,” I said softly. “I’ve been here just a month …”

“And already you’re golden delicious. The Candy apple of my eye, baby. Come here.”

I had my back to her at the sink, having filled the kettle. She came up behind me and snaked her arms around my waist. She withdrew one hand to enable her to push my hair to one side. Then she began to kiss my neck and work her way down my back as far as my strappy dress would allow before the naked flesh gave way to black lycra.

She covered the exposed area with warm, wet kisses, long lascivious licks and little intermittent nibbles. At the same time both her hands started to caress my breasts. She pressed her whole body against me, forcing me to grip the edge of the sink in order to stay upright.

Her hold on my breasts grew firmer as her fingers sought out my nipples. Once found through the material, many times tweaked. She was driving me wild. I hadn’t felt so horny in months.

Then she slid the length of me, her own breasts pressing tightly against my excited skin. She folded up the rear hem of my dress to my waist, revealing my string thong which she slipped to the floor. My butt cheeks trembled with a(u)nt…icipation.

She lifted my feet off the ground one by one like a blacksmith as she removed the thong from around my ankles. Then she unfastened the straps of my sandals and pulled them off. I was beside myself and my heart was pounding as though I’d just been out jogging a three-miler.

She kissed my right ankle and moved up my calf to behind the knee, kissing, licking and chewing as she went. Onwards up the back of my thigh before planting her passionate mouth on my right buttock. Then she repeated the process on my left leg.

My pussy was crying out for relief and it did not have long to wait.

Her hot, wet tongue burrowed deep inside me as the tip of her nose came to rest on my anus. She was breathing me in. Now is not the time to fart, Suki, I told myself. Her face was buried in my ass!

Oh, my God, was she slurping? Fuck me, but this must be heaven.

Suddenly, still kneeling, she spun me round and began to lick my pussy from the front. I looked down at her, my mouth panting and the moans of pleasure welling up in my throat. Her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes were fixed on mine. But her tongue had found my clit and was determined to lick it to ribbons. The more she swirled it around in my throbbing pussy, the more I wanted it. I wished at that moment that she would go on licking me forever.

But her lips closed around my clitty and she suckled on it, occasionally nipping it gently with her teeth. This was followed by more passionate licking, swirling and slurping and I could feel my legs start to give way. I clung onto the sink behind me as the mind-blowing, tsunami of an orgasm hit me and I lost all control over my lower limbs.

Sonia showed me no mercy. She continued to probe my pulsating pussy in search of further volcanic eruptions.

I realised I was screaming obscenities and squealing with delight.

Then I was on the floor on my backside propped against the kitchen cupboards and she was still crouched in front of me, pulling the dress up over my head, kissing my stomach.

Her lips found my nipples, one by one, and she sucked hard on them, taking each breast almost completely into her mouth in turn.

More kisses on my chest and throat followed before her mouth discovered my face and decided to shower every inch of it with multiple kisses.

My mouth opened wide to meet her lips and my tongue gave up possession of it as she took over. The invader was welcomed by my lips which sucked on it and by my tongue which yielded to its every touch.

I thought I could taste my own cum on her tongue as it explored every nook and cranny of my mouth, swirling, salivating and sending me into ecstasy.

We clung to one another for what could have been hours but was probably about 45 minutes, not uttering a word but all the time kissing each other’s mouths and gazing affectionately and with desire into each other’s eyes.

I felt as if I had been deflowered by Madonna. Like a virgin, fucked for the very first time. Of course, it wasn’t my first time but it was the first time that meant anything. I knew I would want it to feel like this again and again. Whoever I was with in the future I would always come back to this and compare it.

“How do you feel, Honey Sweets?” Sonia spoke at last.

“I never thought I’d be able to hold my licker quite like this,” I replied. “And we haven’t even opened the Champagne yet!”

“No need for alcohol when we have a luxury lollipop like you around, Suki. You are the most beautiful girl in the world and I have a “License to Lick” issued by the State of California which is valid in every civilised country in the world, as well as Canada.”

Sonia helped me up from the floor and I finished making the coffee. She refused to allow me to get dressed again, however. Instead she led me back into the lounge area and we drank our coffees on the sofa, her arm holding me close to her and her head resting against mine. She was still fully clothed and it felt strange to be naked beside her.

“Have you ever been with another female before, sweetheart?” she asked.

“I’ve made out with a few girls at my school back in Northern Ireland. It was Wallace High School in Lisburn but I’ve finished there now and I’ll be starting university in Belfast in a couple of weeks. It was nothing serious and never got beyond just kissing, but I enjoyed it though. I once spent a Saturday afternoon on the grass in Wallace Park at a cricket match snogging one of my classmates. She was a great kisser and we were there for hours. Those efforts to find two identical crickets can take forever, you know. I think we were the reason three of the batters were struck out LBW - that’s “Lesbians bugger wankers,” I think.”

“It doesn’t surprise me, my precious darling. Men are such idiots. They don’t deserve the likes of us. You are so beautiful, Suki. You won’t ever throw yourself away on a man, will you?”

“They have their uses, but on the whole they are superfluous to requirements,” I said, stroking Sonia’s cheek and gazing lovingly into her eyes.

“Speaking of which, what is the name of that place in Northern Ireland where you and my sister live now?”

“Lisburn.”

“No, I mean the county.” “Antrim.”

“Yes, that’s the one. Do you have any idea why hearing that name always makes me laugh,” Sonia chuckled. I shook my head. “It’s something I’d rather demonstrate than explain,” she giggled.

She took my right hand in her left and got me up off the sofa. Then she clamped both her hands firmly on my buttocks and picked me up off the floor, holding me aloft like a trophy. I clung onto her and looked down at her lovely face, staring up at me. My legs locked behind her back while she carried me into the bathroom. We kissed, open mouthed and passionate, both of us breathing heavily. I felt so safe in her embrace. The kissing became more intense. At last she set me down on the floor.

“You run the hot-tub, Honey Sweets, while I fetch the Champagne,” she breathed between warm, wet kisses on my ever-willing lips.

When she came back with the ice-bucket and Champagne she was naked and I was sitting on the tiled edge of the deep hot-tub, which was steadily filling with steamy hot water, testing the temperature with my fingers.

“Your loving Aunt is going to rim you, Suki baby, and she ain’t gonna stop come hell or high water,” Sonia declared.

“Rim me?” I queried.

“Don’t worry, my love. You’re going to adore every second of it.”

I gave myself up into her care. She poured the Champagne into glasses for us and toasted me.

“Happy Birthday, Honey Sweets. To the bestest girl in the world. All my love, always.”

We drank and then she helped me into the welcoming warm water. When we were on our knees facing each other in the tub only our heads were above the surface. She pulled me to her and we kissed again, allowing the water to surround us in a warm, steamy glow.

It was blissful and I let myself go. I was hers to do with whatever she wanted. There would be no holding back from me.

Her hot wet body pressed against my hot wet body was beginning to intoxicate me even more than the Champagne bubbles up my nose. What a perfect way to spend the afternoon. Surely it couldn’t get any better than this. Oh, yes, it could.

“Kneel on the edge of the tub for me, Suki, with your ass facing me,” Sonia commanded.

I did as I was told, the water dripping and steaming off my skin as I climbed out onto the tiled rim of the tub. So this was what rimming meant, I thought to myself.

Sonia took an ice cube from the Champagne bucket and inserted it in my asshole. The sudden shock of the cold ice on my anus made me scream.

As the ice started to melt the cold water dripped down the length of my pussy lips and down onto the tiled surface. The coldness I had felt in my anus was quickly replaced by Sonia’s warm tongue. She plunged its whole length into my asshole repeatedly and then began licking furiously round the edges.

I couldn’t believe how loud my screams could be. I yelped with the sheer pleasure of the sensation. Sonia’s response was to laugh and lick harder.

Then she shoved a second ice cube into me. This time it was my pussy which was on the receiving end of the short, sharp shock. Sure enough her long, hot tongue followed, tracing the length of its lips until she uncovered my clit.

The tongue circled my poor, defenceless clit, battering it on all sides before slurping its merry way back up my dilating pussy towards my eager anus.

Another freezing ice cube entered my asshole and then the red hot tongue, followed by another cold/hot mix in my pussy. My whole body shivered and trembled and pulsated as the process was repeated over and over. I could do nothing but close my eyes and count the spasms as orgasm after orgasm hit me. The bathroom echoed to a cacophony of shrieks and wild panting and helpless moans as wave upon wave swept through me.

At last she pulled me back down into the tub’s hot embrace. She held me from behind in a gentle envelope as the tears of pure pleasure flooded down my face while I convulsed under water. Her hands caressed my breasts, my stomach and my inner thighs below the surface. Then she flipped me round and her tongue lapped up the tears from the base of my chin, across my cheeks to my eyes. As I closed my lids she kissed both of them tenderly.

I smiled at her in a total state of awe and flung myself into a frenzy of kisses on her lips, neck, brow and cheeks. After the frenzy had abated I went over the same territory, lingering long and slowly over each kissing zone.

“That was so amazing, Sonia. But is there nothing I can do for you? Surely all the pleasure shouldn’t be mine.”

“You’re the birthday girl, my darling. Mine’s not till next June, sadly. But you’ve already made my day by letting me make love to you. It’s what I’ve wanted to do for at least three years. However, there is one more favour you can grant me. Have you ever heard of Nuru massage?

“No, I can’t say I have,” I pondered.

“Well, it’s nude and it’s rude and involves a lot of rubbing and once we’ve finished frolicking in the tub I’ll show you what it’s all about. Now, let me see. Is there any part of you I haven’t kissed enough today? I bet there just might be!”

If there was she proceeded to explore it with her lips at least half a dozen times before our bath was finished.

Sonia took a big, hot white towel and wrapped me in it, rubbing me all over as she did so. After drying herself with another towel she spread the towels on the bathroom floor and told me to lie down on my front.

She produced a bottle of massage oil and poured some on my back and buttocks. Then she sat astride me and massaged me with her expert hands. Emmm!

Divine!

After a little while she poured oil on herself and spread her whole body on top of me. Then she continued to massage all over, only this time rather than only using her hands she used her breasts, stomach and thighs, sliding up and down my body. She rubbed her oily pussy across my ass and my legs while her nipples slid over my greasy back.

She flipped me over onto my back and repeated the exercise, kneading my breasts for an eternity with her soft, oil-covered hands, caressing the area between my legs with both her hands at once and then rubbing her whole body against mine. Her pussy embraced each of my nipples in turn and danced tantalisingly in front of my face. The sight and feel of her sliding over me, the scent of the massage oil, the soft caress of her breasts against me, the intimacy of the sensation of a wet pussy gliding up and down and across me were all combining to good effect and I wanted to come again more than anything.

As if reading my mind Sonia slid down between my legs and spread them wide apart so that they were at right angles to me. She covered my pussy with her mouth and began to eat me as if I were a large slice of melon or corn-on-the-cob. I grabbed hold of my legs and pulled them back and up so that my ankles were level with my ears. This exposed even more pussy and anus to slake her hunger. She used her lips, her teeth, her tongue, even the tips of her nose and chin to arouse me.

“Come for me, baby,” she moaned as she heard the first of my screams and felt the start of my renewed tremors.

“Oh, God, Oh Fuck, Oh, Sonia,” I yelled at the top of my voice and dissolved into total meltdown.

A face full of my cum was Sonia’s reward and it seemed to please her.

“Thank you for this, for all of this, Sonia,” I said when she had finished kissing me on the mouth and breasts. “It’s beyond my wildest dreams. I’m so grateful. I don’t deserve such a sexy auntie really.”

She squeezed me tightly and pressed me to her chest.

My lips were close to her left nipple and I took the opportunity to close them around it and suckle contentedly for a while on it. I fell asleep shortly afterwards with her breast still in my mouth.

When I awoke I found myself lying naked on my bed in Dad’s spare room with Sonia sleeping beside me, also still naked. It must have been eight or nine o’clock in the evening. She looked like an angel. I had never felt so happy.

One thing I knew for certain. I would never again be able to visit the County town of Antrim without being able to curb my laughter or my bladder. It would be impossible not to pee due to the uncontrollable giggles that name now evokes for me.

And speaking of an uncontrollable need to pee, I rose and went off to the toilet to relieve myself and take stock of the direction my life was now taking.

Loving one’s relations is a good thing. Having relations with one’s relations is something else. And besides, distance romances never work out.

Nice nieces don’t have sex with their aunties. Do they?

Tomorrow I would have to let her down gently, I thought, back then in 2004. What had transpired between us would always be our secret. Well, at least until I wrote my autobiography and God knows whenever that would be!

Even though we had not got around to using my birthday vibrator it would always henceforward be carried in my handbag as a reminder of that wonderful September day in San Diego with Sonia. Oh, and there would also be another reminder to come of the sex between us which did not start and stop when I turned eighteen.

That little pendulum that now hangs from my pussy is a present from Sonia. She gave it to me on my nineteenth birthday and we went together to the tattoo shop to get the piercing. Yes, she did hold my hand while I was having it done and yes, she was the first to try it out, when we had sex with a strap-on some time afterwards. God, can’t a girl have any privacy?

I see her at least once a year and it’s every bit as heavenly as the first time.

I’m her niece and I love her, okay? Don’t fucking judge me or her!

Contact me:

Suki Jensen-Ramirez

suki@sukijensenramirez.com

 

 

 

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