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I'll never forget the day. I'd stayed home from
school on one of those "sick" days when it was really only the weather
that was sick, not me. Just a dull, wet winter's day when a warm house
seemed infinitely preferable to a cold, draughty old school building.
By about 1 in the afternoon, however, I was beginning to regret my
decision to fake a stomach ache that morning. I was bored. When the phone
rang I hoped it was a friend to talk to, but it was my mother calling to
see how I was. She told me that her friend Pauline might stop by to drop
off something for her and that she'd be home about 6 to cook dinner. She
asked how I was and hung up, leaving me with a knot of excitement in my
now quivering stomach....Aunt Pauline...the object of this teenager's
sexual fantasies for several years.
Many a night I'd laid in bed, cock in hand, pulling on it to the thought
of that lovely, curvy body, usually seen dressed in severe, tailored white
blouse and tight black skirt. In my mind I'd undressed her over and over,
visualizing what those pointed breasts I saw straining against her blouse
really looked like, down to the hidden mysteries below her skirt.....I
could feel myself getting hard at the thought and I laid down on the
couch, on my back. I unzipped my jeans and pushed them and my briefs down,
allowing my swelling cock the freedom to expand. I held it and started to
slowly stroke it, enjoying the feel of it in my hand, when suddenly the
doorbell rang. Aunt Pauline! I stuffed my cock back in and ran to the
door, pulling up my jeans as I went, afraid she'd leave before I got
there. I opened the door and there she was, standing close against the
door out of the rain.
As I opened the door I had a sudden fear - had I zipped up again? I
couldn't remember and I certainly didn't want to grab at my crotch while
she was there. I stammered something and held the door open, turning my
lower body away from her. She came in, smiling...she looked so sexy and
untouchable, immaculate as always, except for the wet rain spots on her
blouse and hair. She told me she'd forgotten her umbrella then asked if
she could go upstairs to dry off . I took the package from her and dropped
it somewhere as she went up the stairs to the bathroom, her tight skirt
swaying deliciously on the stairs. I went back in the living room, saw
that my zip was indeed open and corrected it. Then I remembered her
looking down at me and realized she probably had seen me open. Well,
nothing I could do about that!
After about 2 minutes she came downstairs and told me her blouse was too
wet to drive home in - then she stunned me by asking if I'd mind if she
took it off to dry by the fire before she left. Would I mind! She laughed,
a little nervously I thought, and said it would be best not to mention it
to my mother - as if I would! She said I'd probably seen my mother in her
bra before and it was just like at the beach really...right!
She turned away from me and started to undo her blouse. I looked at the
wall, anywhere, conscious only of the tightness in my jeans as my raging
cock stiffened uncontrollably. Then she said something and I turned back.
I swallowed as I saw her standing there in her black bra, all lacy and
frilly, with the cleavage clearly showing the way to her magnificent tits.
She was feeling the bra, then she said it was wet too......I could see her
looking at the very obvious bulge in my jeans and I noticed her cheeks
were a little flushed and she seemed to be breathing fast. Well I was
breathing fast too and my heart was pounding against my ribs.
I'd never really even seen a grown woman’s naked breasts before except in
a few old pictures. There had been a couple of girls at school that I'd
managed to get to show me their budding titties...but nothing like the
large, firm breasts I could see tucked into that sexy bra. She turned
around and asked me to undo the bra....With trembling hands I reached out
and felt her warm skin for the first time. As I wrestled with the stupid
little hooks they put in the back of those things just to make life
difficult for horny young men, I felt her fingers stroking down the front
of my jeans. My cock was raging hard and I felt her trembling as her hand
ran over the outline of it, stretching me even further. Then the hooks
finally fell apart and she turned, still holding the bra in front of her.
She stood there for a long moment. looking at me, then slowly let her
hands drop. I gasped as her breasts came into full view, firm mounds of
beautiful womanhood topped with big, pink circles and stiff nipples. She
walked slowly towards me, then put her arms around my neck. “You really
are a very handsome young man” she said, then she put her lips against my
mouth and I felt the warmth of her kiss. I was stunned at first, then I
opened my mouth and felt her tongue probing for mine. We kissed
passionately for what seemed like hours. I ran my hands over her naked
back, loving the soft feel of her, then dropped them to her firm rounded
rear. I pulled her against me and felt her hips grinding against my raging
cock. She pulled back slightly and looked down at me. I could hear her
short quick breaths, even over the pounding in my own ears. Then she
reached down and started to slowly unzip her tight black skirt. As it fell
away and she pushed it down and stepped out of it I was treated to the
wonderful sight of her black panties and her garter belt holding up dark
stockings. With my senses stimulated I could even see a moist spot in the
front of the panties.
She sat on the sofa and gently turned me towards her. She bent her head
forward and flicked her tongue over me several times just above my belt,
.then she undid the belt and with some difficulty unzipped me. My totally
rigid cock made a tent pole of my briefs as she pulled down my jeans. I
stepped out of them and she ran her hands over my bulge. As she eased the
top of the briefs over my cock it sprang up, hard and quivering. With a
little moan she took it in her hands, squeezing it, kneading it, then she
totally amazed me by bending her head and taking it in her mouth in one
swift motion. I’d heard of this, joked about it at school with my friends,
talking about cock suckers- but I’d never thought I would experience it
for the first time from this incredibly sexy lady.
She started to move her head up and down on me, her lips squeezing me
tightly then relaxing as she took more and more of my cock deep in her
mouth with every stroke. I felt her nails on my balls, stimulating me
further as her mouth worked its magic on me. She must have known I
couldn’t last much longer as she lifted her head long enough to whisper in
a horse voice- “It’s OK - I want you to come.” That was just as well
because as she bent her head to engulf me again I felt wonderful things
happening deep inside me. I’d ejaculated many times before of course, in
fact sometimes I masturbated 3 or 4 times a day, but I’d never experienced
anything like this incredibly warm, enveloping feeling that grew and grew
until I felt I’d die if it didn’t finish then somehow kept growing
again……she could tell what was happening to me because she drew her head
back until the lips were just touching the end on the rock hard rod that
was my cock, waited an eternity then plunged down on me again as I felt
myself explode deep in her throat. She kept moving and sucking me as I
pumped load after load into her eager mouth, then even after I’d finished
she kept slowly moving up and down on me, gently now, until I was drained
dry.
My legs were ready to collapse under me as I sank down on the sofa beside
her. She caressed my chest and kissed my shoulder while my breathing
slowly returned to near normal then dimly I heard her get up and leave the
room - for a panicked moment I thought she’d left until I saw her clothes
still laying where we had dropped them.
A few minutes later I was still floating on a wonderful cloud, tingling in
every nerve, when she came back into the room. I looked at her then sat up
with a start when I saw she now had no panties on- her lush, curly black
bush was framed by the garter belt and those sexy black stockings- a
fetish I’ve retained to this day. She sat down beside me and leant against
my shoulder. We looked at each other and I saw a troubled look on her
face. “Please don’t think too badly of me “ she said “ it’s just been so
long since……” She stopped and I remember that the man I called Uncle
Eddie, her husband, was not well- I’d heard my parents talk about it. My
parents! I sat up with a start but relaxed as I saw the clock above the
fireplace - it was still only a little after 2. No-one would be home for
hours yet, although to my mind it seemed ages since Aunt Pauline had rung
the doorbell.
I struggled to find the right words. “No, of course n’ not” I stammered.
“In fact I think you’re just terrific, I’ve always thought you were….” My
voice trailed off as she leant and kissed me. “Well”, she said with a shy
smile “ I had noticed the way you looked at me, that’s why I thought today
would be alright.”
“Alright!” I exclaimed “I’ll say it was alright!” She smiled again and
reached down to stroke my already resurfacing cock.
“And the best part - is still to come,” she said softly as she started to
stroke me. “Oh, the advantages of youth” she continued as my cock started
to rise under her skilful handling. “One thing - I don’t think we can ever
do this again - but that doesn’t stop us making the most of it now, does
it?”
As she spoke she lay back on the sofa, stroking me with her stockinged
legs.
I watched in fascination as she put her hands down and started playing
with herself, running her fingers through the thick curly hair. I saw a
hint of pink, then she used both hands to spread her lips, giving me a
full view of her beautiful pink pussy. “And THIS” she said huskily “is the
best part!”
She lifted her hips and spread her legs wide above her as I moved myself
in front of her and guided my cock towards its destiny. I was hard again,
hard and longing to feel the inside of that inviting slit she had shown
me. She reached down and guided me, which was fortunate as I really didn’t
have a clue what I was doing. I felt something warm and wet on the end on
my cock then as she moved her hips towards me I pushed forwards and
downwards and suddenly I was inside her! She gave a gasp as my full hard
length penetrated her. She was warm, moist and incredibly tight, clamping
her muscles down on me, bending me, milking me. I suppose nature took over
as I bucked and thrust into her, at least she seemed to enjoy what I was
doing, moaning and panting as I fucked her , yes actually fucked a real,
live, totally desirable woman! As I thrust into her I could see her lovely
breasts heave and glisten . I bent and took a nipple in my mouth, rolling
it around my tongue as she pushed herself up into me.
Her movements and her moaning seemed to grow to a crescendo, then slow
down for a while until they grew again, then again and in a dim teenage
way I realized she was probably “coming” as I had heard women did, just
like men. I wasn’t sure I’d ever believed it but here was proof. Another
eternity passed, probably even longer than the last one as I had just come
until finally I felt those now familiar stirrings again. I could feel her
building up to another climax too, her body was quivering, her cunt
muscles gripping me tighter and tighter which in turn heightened my
reaction until I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. She writhed under
me in an ecstasy of her own as again I exploded, this time deep inside her
eager body. Again and again I thrust into her, feeling her pussy milk me,
taking every last drop as she pushed her hips up against me, draining
me……..
We lay there, panting, soaked with sweat and juices until she put her arms
around my neck and drew me down to kiss her. She sighed and I felt her
gentle hands on my back. “So good…so good…she murmured. We lay there for a
long time, me feeling so incredibly GOOD, so warm and satisfied. I knew
after today my life would never be the same and I luxuriated in it. At
last she sat up and started to gather her clothes. I started to speak but
she put a finger on my lips and shook her head. When she was dressed we
kissed again one last time, long and passionately, then she went to the
door and was gone.
I heard her car drive away and sat down on the sofa again, but this time
there was a huge smile on my face! |
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