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Aunt Ellen

By: Alex De Kok



This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcomed.

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Matt's my nephew; my sister Alice's boy. Alice is the oldest and I'm the youngest of mom's seven children, so I'm only five years older than Matt, twenty-three to his eighteen. I'd been away to college, had just graduated, had a big split with my boyfriend, my ex-boss, who had a wife he'd forgotten to tell me about and had come trailing home to lick my wounds.

So there I was; home, broke, unemployed and miserable. Matt's more like a younger brother than a nephew. It had been nearly four years since I'd seen him last, and the gangly young teenager I'd left behind was turning into a good-looking young man. Tall, lithe, well-built; quite a head-turner. He'd cheered me up quite a bit with his affectionate, but shy, welcome home and it was Matt who found me somewhere to stay while I got myself turned around.

Matt's friend Paul and his folks were going off to Europe for a six week jaunt. They had a ranch-style house with a parcel of land on the Lake Chance road. They also had two dogs. Now they could have just put the dogs into a boarding kennel while they were away, but they were fond of the mutts. They were also wary about leaving the house empty for so long. Paul and Matt were pretty good friends and they had been discussing this, when Matt had his brainwave. What happened next was that Jack Elsman, Paul's dad, telephoned me and asked me if I would call on him, 'to discuss a proposition'. Curious, I'd agreed and Matt drove me over in his pickup.

An hour later, I had somewhere to stay and a few dollars to help me look for a job. I had agreed to stay at the Elsman house and look after the house and dogs while the family took itself off to Europe. Jack Elsman told me it had been Matt's suggestion and I thanked him as we drove over to mom's, where I'd been staying since I got back.

"Matt, I'm really grateful. I have time to find myself a job and somewhere to stay now, without being under mom's feet all the time. I love mom, but I've gotten used to having somewhere of my own." I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Matt went bright pink. "Heck, Ellen," he said. He always called me Ellen, not Aunt Ellen, since I was ten and he was five, when I had decided that it was silly being called 'Aunty' when I was so young. So, "Heck, Ellen. When Paul told me they were worried about leaving the house empty and putting the dogs into kennels, it just seemed obvious that somebody had to stay and look after the place."

"And you thought of me." Now that is really sweet, I thought.

"Well, yeah. You told me you wanted somewhere to stay. I know it's only for six weeks." He shrugged.

"Six weeks without having to pay rent. Six weeks in a luxury home with a swimming pool. Six weeks and a hundred dollars a week just to stay. Matt, my boy, you're a genius."

He grinned. "Tell that to my teachers. Or Kathy Evans."

"Ah! And who is Kathy Evans?" I asked, my feminine curiosity antennae quivering.

Matt went pink again. "A girl at school."

"You sweet on her?" I asked, curious suddenly about my good-looking nephew's love life.

He shrugged. "I guess I am. I like her, I think she likes me."

"Have you dated her?"

"Not yet. I was going to ask her next Saturday."

"Go for it!" I grinned at him, yet I wasn't sure that I really meant it. Strange. "Matt," I said, "I owe you one for getting me into this. The Elsmans are leaving next Thursday. They've asked me to go over on Tuesday, learn the routine. It'll take me a couple of days to settle in. Next Saturday, come over for a swim, then I'll cook dinner for you. Sort of a 'thank-you' meal. Bring Kathy."

His face lit up. "That'd be great! I'll ask her at school tomorrow."

He was disappointed. I didn't see him until the Tuesday. "Still on for Saturday?" I asked. He made a face.

"I asked Kathy, but she's going away for the weekend with her mom." His face brightened. "She said OK for the following Saturday, if it's OK with you."

"Fine, I'll look forward to meeting her. But Matt?"

"Yeah?"

"You still come over on Saturday. I'll still cook you dinner, just for the two of us."

"You sure, Ellen?" He was pleased, I was glad to see.

"Certain, Matt. Come over about two." I grinned at him.

OK, something to look forward to on Saturday. In the meantime, I had to get myself to the Elsman house. They made me welcome, showed me the guest room where I'd be sleeping. Impressive. Double bed and its own bathroom. I loved the dogs, an ageing German shepherd called Prince and a black poodle called, for some reason, Amber. Jack Elsman was an architect and he'd designed the house himself. It was designed to be looked after easily and I could see no problems with looking after it by myself. I would still have plenty of time to look for a job and a place of my own. When he found out I didn't have a car, Jack took a set of keys from a drawer.

"Use the Honda, Ellen," he said. "It's in the garage."

"Well, thank you, Mr Elsman, that's very kind."

"You're welcome, Ellen." He laughed. "I know your family; did some work for your brother Ben last year. I wouldn't have asked you to do this if I hadn't already known the family. So anyway, let's change the subject. What sort of job are you looking for?"

"Computer programmer, if I can get it, or analyst-programmer." I enjoy programming. OK, I use a lot of the popular packages, but there's an extra zing in getting a computer to do just as you want.

He mused for a moment, then took a business card from his pocket and scribbled something on the back. He handed me the card. "Go and see Sol Levy at Levy Investments, corner of Cedar and 3rd. He might have something. Tell him I sent you. But don't go until Monday, he's away. I'll ring his secretary and fix you an appointment. In fact, sit down for a moment, Ellen. I'll do it now." He disappeared into his office and I looked at the card. He'd written, 'Sol, Ellen's a friend. Have you anything in her line?'. Well, nice of him. He came back.

"Ten on Tuesday, not Monday. OK?"

"Marvellous, thank you Mr Elsman."

"A pleasure, Ellen. Right, now on with the guided tour!"

The Elsmans set off on the Thursday and I was alone with the dogs. They were restless at first but as Thursday moved into Friday and I fed them and walked them, so they got used to me and settled down.

Saturday dawned bright and clear and the forecast hinted at temperatures in the low eighties. Nice day for a swim. I'd promised Matt a meal and I got everything ready for fried chicken and salad, then went to my room and took a shower. I rummaged through my wardrobe and checked my two bikinis. I decided on the slightly more modest one with the string ties and slipped it on, then put on a wraparound cotton skirt and a tank top.

Matt was punctual and rolled up in his pickup at the stroke of two. Prince and Amber knew him and greeted him with wagging tails. He bent and fussed over them then followed me indoors. "Thanks for inviting me, Ellen," he said.

"Nice to have company, Matt. This place is so big the nearest neighbour is nearly a mile away. The dogs are good company, but their conversation isn't marvellous."

He laughed. "Yeah, there is rather a lot of room, isn't there. Still, the pool is real-size, not dinky. You can really stretch out and go for it." He grinned companionably at me.

"You a keen swimmer, Matt?"

"Yeah, I made the school team." There was pride in his voice.

"Good for you!" So that's where the sleek build comes from. "Ready for a swim now?"

"Sure am!" He grinned at me. "Change in the cabana?"

Cabana? Then I remembered. There was a small bathroom beside the pool, with a shower and two tiny changing rooms. Jack Elsman had pointed them out to me to use if I had friends round for a swim. The family just used their own rooms. "Yes, Matt, you use the cabana," I said. "I've got my bikini on under these. I'll just drop them in my room and I'll be right out."

"OK." He smiled and went out.

I went to my room and discarded my tank top and skirt, tugged the bikini into a slightly less revealing position and went out to the pool. Matt was already in the water, moving seemingly effortlessly along in an Australian crawl. I watched him for a moment, admiring the grace of his movements. There was a smooth, raw power in him that suddenly got to me and I could feel a tingle in my cunt. 'Down, girl!' I thought to myself, 'That's your nephew, not some stud. Get in the water and cool off!'

I'm a good swimmer. Not in Matt's apparent class, but perfectly competent, so I took a racing dive into the water and sprinted to the far end and back, then, turned to my back and floated for a moment, relaxing. Matt came easing up alongside me.

"It's great, Ellen, much better than a commercial pool. Not nearly so crowded," Matt smiled.

"But no girls to ogle over." I was flip.

Matt's look turned serious. "Who wants to look at some silly girl when there's a woman as beautiful as you right here?" He flushed deep scarlet suddenly and looked very confused. "I'm sorry, Ellen, I didn't mean... Er... Oh, shit, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry for what, Matt?" I asked softly. "For calling me beautiful? You don't ever need to apologise for that!" I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for a lovely compliment." I turned away from him and did a gentle breast stroke along the pool. I had to, my cunt was tingling and I could feel my nipples becoming like pebbles in my bikini top. Luckily, my tits were under water and Matt couldn't have seen. I tried to still my racing heart, without conspicuous success. What was I thinking of? I had just had a vivid vision in my mind of a naked Matt vigorously fucking his equally naked Aunt Ellen. Wow, did I want this? My own nephew? Did I dare? I took a deep breath and decided to let myself cool down.

I trundled back and forth along the pool for a while but we'd been in the pool for about forty minutes and I was feeling a little tired, so decided to get out. I headed towards the steps. Matt was there before me and gave me a hand to get out. My good intentions were foiled, because the feel of the air on my wet skin caused my nipples to harden again.

I don't know whether it was the sight of my nipples showing through my bikini top or not, but Matt's eyes were fixed on my tits, at least until he caught my eye. He flushed and looked away, moving uncomfortably. There was a huge bulge in his swim shorts and when he caught me looking at it he went even redder.

My conscience fought a brief battle with my personal devil. The devil won. "Got a hardon, Matt?" I asked teasingly. He went an even deeper shade of red, which if I hadn't seen it myself I would have said was impossible and seemed about to say something, but his bulge was getting bigger and I guess he figured he couldn't deny it, because he nodded.

"I wonder, do you know what to do with it?" I asked gently. Have you fucked Kathy with it, Matt? Have you?

"Of course!" he retorted.

"Have you?" I asked.

"Have I what?" he asked carefully.

"Fucked," I said succinctly.

He paused for a moment, then reluctantly shook his head. "No, not yet," he muttered, avoiding my eye. He looked away, across the pool.

Oh, God! I thought, an eighteen-year old virgin. Gimme! "Would you like to, Matt?" I asked gently, trembling inside, and he looked at me, startled, apparently not believing his ears.

"You mean you and me? Here? Now?" he said awkwardly.

I nodded, smiling. "Yes, you and me. Here. Now." I could feel the excitement within me. I had the feeling that I was going to enjoy this. My throat was suddenly dry. My bikini was fastened by ties at the hips, neck and back. I didn't want Matt to get cold feet, so decided to present him with a fait accompli. I tugged at the strings and was suddenly naked before him. He was staring and my nipples got harder, my pussy got wetter, my... God, I was tingling. I was breathing heavily and held out my hand to him.

"Come on inside, Matt, and let's fuck!"

He took my hand and I could feel him trembling. I led him to my bedroom and stopped beside the bed, turning to face him. His eyes were smoky and he looked me over from head to toe. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I held out my arms to him. "Kiss me, Matt," I said. "Kiss me as your lover, not your Aunt. Kiss me as if you want me." I wanted him, I really wanted him, wanted his prick in my pussy.

"I do want you," he croaked, "I've wanted you since I was about fourteen, when you were staying with us. I..." He faltered.

"You what?" I prompted gently. Then I had a flash of inspiration. "What did you do, Matt, spy on me?"

He flushed again, poor lamb, and nodded, shame-faced. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it. But you were so beautiful." He raised his head and looked me in the eye. "You still are." Shaking, he raised his hand and cupped my tit. My nipples were like rocks and the feel of his hand on my breast made me shake. I pulled him closer and raised my face for his kiss.

His lips were warm, dry, firm. I revelled in the sensation for a moment then gently insinuated my tongue between his lips. He gasped slightly, then I could feel his mouth open to me, his own tongue slipping forth to twine with mine. My arms were around his neck, his around my waist, then I felt his hands moving down, gently, almost stealthily, until he was cupping my ass cheeks. His bulge was hot and hard against my belly, and I chuckled into the kiss, then drew my head back.

"Ever held a girl's naked butt before, Matt?" I asked. "Do you like it?"

He laughed, almost normally. "It's a first for me! I like it," he replied, squeezing my ass. "Mmm, nice," he said. "Lovely and firm, but deliciously squeezable."

"Lets try yours," I said, running my fingers down his spine. His swim shorts were almost dry from the animal heat we were producing and I gripped his butt. I almost drooled. The musculature created by his swimming meant that his ass was firm and strong. And, as he'd gallantly said of my own butt, deliciously squeezable. I unfastened the drawstring at his waist and put my hands on his waistband. I leaned back slightly and looked into his eyes.

"Am I the first girl to see this treasure?" I whispered. "Am I?"

He swallowed, then nodded. "Apart from mom, when I was younger, of course."

I grinned at him. "And me, when you were about two. Your mom let me help to bathe you one night. We won't count that, though. I mean adult type female persons, say fifteen or older?"

"You're the first, Ellen."

"OK, I'm going to unwrap my treasure," I said, grinning at him. Slowly, I peeled down his shorts. His prick, when it bounced free of its restriction, almost hit me in the face. I gasped, from anticipated pleasure. I'm twenty-three, and I first had sex when I was seventeen. I'm not promiscuous and I don't play around, so in my six years of sexual experience I'd only had seven lovers before now. My eighth was definitely the biggest.

Matt's prick was - is - a little over eight inches long, and as thick as my wrist. The head was deep red, the veins on the shaft clearly defined. I dropped my hand to it and squeezed gently. Matt groaned. I wanted him inside me, badly. Very badly. But I knew that there was a very good chance that he would go off bang at first contact, if I was his first. Unless he'd masturbated, of course, I suddenly thought.

"Matt?" I whispered.

"Yes?"

"Do you masturbate?"

"Yeah. It helps when I don't have a woman handy," he said wryly, "which is of course, all of the time. " He groaned as I gently fingered his prick. "Until now."

"When did you do it last?"

"Just before I came here." He flushed. "I didn't know if I could keep it down if I saw you in a bikini." He laughed. "I guess I couldn't, huh!"

I laughed with him. "Let's take a chance," I whispered. "Let's put that lovely prick of yours into my cunt and see what happens." I moved to the bed, still holding gently to his prick, and lay down. I spread my legs. "Come on, Matt, put it in me, put it in now, baby, I want to feel it inside me. Oh, Matt, I want to feel it so bad!" I was shaking.

He knelt carefully between my legs, then lowered himself until his prick was near my cunt. Taking no chances, I grasped him gently and steered him in. I was wet, very wet, and he went straight in. Jeez! He felt good, oh so very, fucking good. I wriggled slightly, a little uncomfortable at first with this monster inside me, but I soon adjusted. Matt was still, not breathing. I tugged gently at his hips.

"Deeper, Matt, deeper. I want to feel you deeper!" Matt groaned and pressed tentatively forward, until his balls were slapping my ass. I sighed deeply.

"God, Matt, that feels so good, so very, fucking good! Fuck me, Matt, fuck your Ellen!"

He began to move, tentatively at first, tiny movements, until he got more used to the feel of my pussy about his prick, then he began to move in and out, gently at first, gradually increasing the length of his stroke. I groaned; my cunt had never felt so full of prick before. My juices were liberally coating his prick, there was no sense of friction, just that wonderful feeling of being full of my lover's prick. He was wordless, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, an expression of intense concentration on his face. 

I was feeling good, stuffed so full of virile male. "Matt, baby, that feels good, baby, oh, so good. Fuck me, baby, fuck me. " I groaned, and Matt's stroke lengthened then, suddenly, an expression of intense surprise appeared on his face and his stroke faltered. I realised immediately what had happened and threw my arms around him, hugging him to me.

"Oh, baby, come for me!" I whispered, "Fill me, baby, fill me full!" Matt had come, too soon for both of us. I had more than half-expected this, had hoped he could last longer, but there was no way I would scold him. Poor lamb, he was at his most vulnerable.

Matt trembled at last into immobility, then raised his head and kissed me gently on the lips. "Sorry, Ellen. I came too soon. I couldn't help myself." His expression was wry.

"Don't fret, baby, don't fret," I whispered. "That was just a taster. We'll have a rest, then we'll go again. I'm going to make you come so many times you'll lose count!"

"It takes me ages to get it up again when I jack off," he said ruefully.

I grinned at him. "You've never had me around before," I said. "Ease out, and let's see what we can do about it." He withdrew carefully and I looked closely at him. He was still half-hard, but softening. I kissed his lips gently, then wriggled down on the bed. I looked up and he was watching me intently. "Are you going to..?" he began.

"Suck you off? I certainly am, Matt, I love the taste of male come and my own pussy juice, it always makes me horny!" Has done since I was seventeen. Matt's prick twitched in my grasp. I laughed. "Hey, it makes you horny as well!"

He groaned. "It's not that, Ellen, it's you. How do you think I feel? My favourite Aunt, the subject of all my fantasies, naked, her pussy full of my come, talking about sucking my cock!"

"All of your fantasies, Matt?" I asked gently.

"Most of them, about ninety-nine per cent. I admit, Kathy Evans has started to pop up now and again recently."

"What's she like, I mean physically?" I was curious about my rival for Matt's fantasies.

"Well, she's about five feet eight inches tall, I'd guess she's about your size. She has long, dark brown hair, to about the middle of her back, blue eyes and I've just realised, she reminds me of you!"

"I look forward to meeting her one day. I'll tell her all about what turns you on, when you're not listening."

Matt groaned suddenly.

"What's up?" I asked, alarmed.

"Nothing. I just had this sudden mental vision of myself in bed with both of you!" He shuddered. "That was a hell of a turn on."


Aunt Ellen Ch. 2



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This sequel has been a long time coming, and for those of you who took the time to let me know that you'd enjoyed Aunt Ellen and to ask for more, my thanks. And my apologies for taking so long to do it.

This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement, hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcomed.

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I enjoyed the shower, with Matt carefully washing me and me just as carefully washing him. Of course, his prick was standing proudly to attention by the time I'd finished washing it and I couldn't just let it go to waste, now, could I? I didn't say anything, just went down onto my knees, took gentle hold of his pole and put it in my mouth.

Matt gasped, then groaned as I let my tongue swirl over the head of his tool. My head was bowed forward and the warm water was cascading over me and over Matt's lovely cock. His prick was warm in my mouth, firm yet resilient, velvet over rubber over steel. I bobbed my head forward and back, nipping the head of his prick with my lips as I moved, letting it hit the back of my throat, running my tongue around the head as I pulled back.

I had done very little cock-sucking before, but for some reason I was really enjoying this, and I think Matt was too, as his vocal response consisted of sighs and groans, with little coherence to his utterances. His fingers were in my hair, holding me as my lips fucked his prick. 

Matt began to move, his fingers holding my head gently, his hips beginning to rock back and forth. He was fucking my mouth and I was loving it. As Matt's lovely prick moved in my mouth, I let my tongue move around it, adding sideways motion to Matt's thrusting.

"God, Ellen," Matt moaned, deep in his throat, "that feels wonderful."

I didn't say anything, I couldn't, not with Matt's prick in my mouth, but I glanced upwards, caught his eye and winked. He half laughed, half groaned and continued to fuck my mouth.

"Ahh, Ellen," he muttered, his voice hoarse, "that is so good, so fucking good." His fingers moved in my hair, caressing, his hips never ceasing their gentle motion. "You're going to make me come, Ellen. I can't last much longer!"

What little cock-sucking I had done in the past I had finished off with my hand. I had never had the taste of fresh come in my mouth, but this time it was different. If Matt was going to come in my mouth, I was going to taste it, swallow it, enjoy it, of that I was certain. Matt was beginning to pant and I knew he couldn't last much longer.

"Ellen!" he gasped suddenly. "Now, I'm coming now!" He stiffened and shuddered and suddenly this hot jet hit the back of my throat. I almost gagged, but managed to swallow, then began to move my head gently to milk the come from Matt's lovely prick. I don't know quite what I'd expected, but his juice was bland, slightly salty. Quite pleasant, in fact.

As Matt trembled into stillness and his prick began to shrink in my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the head and licked the last drops from him, then drew back my head and smiled up at him. He reached down and helped me to my feet.

"Thank you, Ellen," he said hoarsely, "that was marvellous."

I smiled at him, but didn't say anything, moving into his arms to kiss him. I still had a good portion of his come in my mouth and as I kissed him, I let him taste himself. He stiffened as my tongue met his, then relaxed and kissed me hungrily. I gently broke the kiss, swallowing the remainder of his come.

"Do you like the taste of yourself, Matt? Is it good?" I asked, grinning at him.

"Yeah, but that doesn't matter, Ellen. Did you like the taste?" he asked seriously.

"I did, Matt, another first for me. I've never actually swallowed semen before, but I think I might do it again." I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. He grinned back.

"I'll look forward to it." He stuck his head back into the still-running shower spray, then shook his head and glanced sideways at me. "You've eaten, how about me?"

My pussy spasmed at the thought of Matt eating me and I shuddered briefly. "Matt, honey, I would love to have you eat me." I hugged him fiercely. "But first, let's get dried and have some dinner. That will give us both the chance to get our strength back."

Matt laughed. "Anticipation, the best aphrodisiac," he murmured.

"The boy's a poet," I joked, appreciating the sentiment, because I was certainly looking forward to being eaten. I had a sudden thought. "Matt?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"How long can you stay?" Please say overnight, Matt.

"I'll have to be home tonight," he said ruefully. "Me, Todd and some of the other guys from school are going off into the desert for a week, starting tomorrow morning. We arranged it ages ago. Sorry, Ellen, I'd much rather be with you."

I was disappointed, but I hid it and smiled at him. "OK, if that's the way it is, but you're going to be limp when I let you go tonight. Come on, let's get dried and get some food."

So we did. Mind you, we helped each other to get dried and my pussy was wet, Matt's prick was hard, and we were both tight with anticipation by the time we were dry. We didn't dress, just threw bathrobes on. An hour later there were only crumbs and chicken bones left on our plates. We scraped off the debris and I stuffed the plates into the dishwasher. No way was I wasting valuable sex time on things like washing up. Food, yes, food gives energy and I wanted Matt raring to go.

I took his hand and led him through to the living-room. "Wait there for a little while, Matt, while I feed the dogs. Will you help me walk them later?"

"Of course I will." He grinned at me. "Hurry," he said.

I took him at his word and ran out of the room. The dogs greeted me in their usual affectionate way and after I'd set their food out I spent a few moments playing with them, before heading back to the living-room. I was barefoot and my steps were silent in the carpet of the hallway. I paused and peered around the door post. Matt was flicking through a magazine he'd found, sprawled on the couch. He looked totally relaxed and very desirable. He hadn't seen me so I pulled back, loosened my robe and dropped it on the floor in the hallway. Naked, I stepped into the room, swinging my hips and strutting towards him.

Matt looked towards me as I came in and his face lit up in a smile of greeting. He looked me up and down and as I reached the couch he stood up, discarded his own robe and took me into his arms, bending to kiss me with an evident, erecting desire that left us both panting. As he broke the kiss I dropped my head to his chest, then looked up at him.

"Are you going to eat me now, Matt?" I whispered.

He didn't say anything, just moved me gently so that I was sitting comfortably on the couch, then pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. 

"Yes," he said.

He smiled at me then leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. The kiss was gentle, loving, but I wanted more and I pulled him hard towards me. The kiss took fire and our tongues duelled for space in our hot mouths. Eventually, gasping, we broke the kiss. I was breathing hard, as hard as when I used to run the 100 metres sprint at college, totally anaerobic. Matt was little better, but he grinned at me and licked the end of my nose. I laughed, then moaned as he let his lips and tongue trail down my neck, nibbling at my collarbone, licking the cleft between my breasts.

His hands were on my thighs, gripping lightly as he leaned forward between my spread legs. He let his lips trail lightly sideways until my nipple was in his mouth. He nipped gently with his lips then gently took my nub in his teeth, biting delicately. I shuddered, trembling as he nuzzled his way across to my other nipple and repeated his loving assault.

My nipples were like pebbles, my whole being felt like it was on fire and I could feel my cunt getting wetter and wetter. Matt had reached my navel now and he pointed his tongue and pushed it in, then blew a rasp against my belly with his lips, making me giggle hysterically. My whole being was centred in my pussy, waiting for the touch of his mouth. I spread my legs even further apart, obscenely widely apart.

"Eat me, Matt," I muttered urgently, "eat me."

He smiled up at me and blew a kiss, then took a wisp of my pubic hair between his teeth and tugged gently. I managed to laugh, but I was getting desperate for the touch of his tongue. I shave my pussy, except for the little tuft at the front which I rather like, and I could feel my juices trickling down my crack. Matt looked up at me and extended his tongue. I closed my eyes, waiting, then shuddered as I felt his tongue sweep the whole length of me, from ass to clitoris. I couldn't help myself, I moaned as if I was in pain, my thighs clamping on Matt's head.

His tongue swirled over my clit, making me jump, then he lapped gently at my pooling juices. Every nerve ending in my pussy was ready, waiting, but he withdrew his head slightly, turning to kiss and lick at the inside of my thighs. I waited, screaming silently inside myself, then gasped anew as his tongue flicked my clit.

Matt's tongue flicked and licked all over my cunt, now lapping at my cleft, now flicking my clitoris, now licking my thigh. Sometimes he would purse his lips and kiss at me, cunt, clit, thigh, there was no pattern. I could feel the pressures building up in me; my breath was shortening, my belly was beginning to tremble and my whole being seemed centered in my cunt. My heart was pounding and I could hear my blood coursing through my very being.

"Matt," I moaned, "I'm getting close, Matt, you're going to make me come, Matt!" I was getting closer and closer to climax as Matt licked and sucked at me. I don't know if Matt could feel a change in me, or whether I screamed my release to him, but just before I knew I was going to come, that I was going to tip over the edge, that there was no way I could stop myself, Matt suddenly dug his tongue into my crack and ran it hard the full length, from ass to clit, then fastened his mouth on my clit and sucked.


That was it, I came. I came hard, shaking, screaming his name, gripping his head between my thighs, my fingers in his hair. I was just starting to settle when he did it again, tipping me over the edge once more, then again. I felt totally washed out, the incredible pleasure suffusing my whole being, warming me.

Gradually my thighs released their stranglehold on Matt and I eased my cramped fingers from his hair. I swallowed, my throat dry, then managed to speak. "Thank you, Matt," I whispered, "that was incredible!"

He looked up at me from where he knelt between my legs and smiled. "I enjoyed it," he said simply. "You taste good."

I grinned at him. "You're a messy eater, Matt, you've got me all over your face. Come here." I tugged at his hands, meaning to kiss him and perhaps lick some of my juice from his face, but Matt had other ideas.

He came up at my tugging, yes, but he gently spun me so that I was flat on my back on the couch, swung his leg over and before I realised what was happening he was in me, his erection buried to its root, his balls against my ass.

"Yes!" I exulted, "Fuck me, Matt, fuck me hard!"

There was no finesse this time, this was animal rutting at its most basic. Matt fucked me hard and furiously and I loved it, urging him on with grunts and cries. He was all fired up, fucking me so hard that he was moving me bodily along the couch. My fingernails were raking his back but he couldn't feel it and I knew that it couldn't take him long to shoot.

"I'm coming, Ellen," he moaned, and I could feel him tensing up.

"Come, baby, come," I moaned, "Fill me, lover, fill me!" I was clasping him tightly with arms and legs, hands and feet, I couldn't get him closer.

"Now!" he cried, as he tensed then shot his load into my depths, his ass jerking as he spasmed in release, to my amazement tipping me over the edge again so that my own jolts of ecstasy joined with his in our shared release.

Gradually, we stilled., sweat beading us both, until Matt awkwardly disengaged himself. I wriggled round and we collapsed onto the couch, side by side, our breathing gradually slowing, becoming normal. I took Matt's hand and twined my fingers with his.

"You've done that before," I said.

He looked at me in surprise. "Of course I have; with you, before dinner."

I shook my head. "Not the fucking, Matt, the pussy-eating. Yes?"

He flushed slightly, then looked at me. "You won't tell anyone?"

"No, Matt," I said gently, "I won't tell anyone. Who was it, Kathy?"

He shook his head. "Karen."

"Karen?" I asked, surprised. "Your sister, that Karen?"

He nodded, his flush deepening. "Yeah," he muttered, "sis."

"How so?" I asked gently.

Matt shrugged. "Karen came home from a date one night all strung up and edgy. The folks were away and there were just the two of us. I was still up, so I asked her what was wrong. She didn't want to tell me at first, but I guess she needed to tell somebody. She said she'd been feeling horny and she'd decided that she was ready to fuck Dave. He was her boyfriend at the time. Well, apparently, she scared him off."

I laughed. "Happened to me, once."

"What did you do about it?" asked Matt, curious.

"This," I said, licking my finger and drawing it through the folds of my cunt. "I masturbated."

Matt laughed. "That's probably what Karen should have done."

"So what did she do? What happened?" I asked.

"Well," said Matt, "I put my arms around her and gave her a hug, you know, little brother to big sister, and said, calm down, sis, I'll get you some cocoa or something." Matt smiled, ruefully. "Well, Karen said that what she needed was a man with a hard cock, not a hot cocoa. So I said, is there anything I can do to help. Karen looked at me for a moment, then said, yes, there is. I won't fuck you, because you're my brother, but if I suck your cock, will you eat my pussy?"

"What did you say then?" I asked, intensely curious about my nephew's experience.

"I was going to say no, we shouldn't," said Matt, "but then I looked at her and realised that she really needed to do this, that I would be helping her. I love Karen - well, most of the time - so I said yes, but I didn't know what to do, so she'd have to show me." He grinned. "Best time of my life before today!"

I laughed. "So, Matt, you've been holding out on me!"

"Not really," said Matt, "I said I hadn't fucked before, and I hadn't, but I have had my cock sucked and I have eaten pussy and I like them both." He grinned at me, happy.

"Karen taught you well," I said, smiling at him. "Just the once, or have you done it since?"

"Probably four or five times, until Karen started dating her new guy, Tommy. I guess he's keeping her happy." Matt was faraway for a moment, then he smiled. "I must say, the women in my family are certainly giving me an education!"

I laughed. "I'm enjoying being teacher, Matt, you have a very talented mouth and a very satisfying prick. All in all, an excellent student."

"Glad to be of service, ma'am."

"Talking of service, wash your face and put some clothes on and we'll take the dogs for their walk. Then we should just about have enough time for a nice gentle fuck before you go home and leave me to my lonely bed." I glanced at him, then laughed at his rueful expression. "It's OK, Matt, I know you promised to go on the desert trip. I respect you for being a man of your word."

Matt looked sideways at me. "I know where I'd rather be," he said.

"Matt," I said gently, "I'm here for six weeks, we can fuck again, if you'd like to, that is."

"Please," he said simply.

"Are you still planning to bring Kathy next Saturday?" I asked.

"Sure am, if it's still OK with you." He smiled ruefully. "Probably no fucking that day."

"Probably not," I said regretfully, then smiled at him, "but there are plenty of other days! Now, get dressed."

It was a beautiful day and we enjoyed being out with the dogs. We talked and talked about all sorts of topics, what we'd done, what we were planning to do, cinema, music, hobbies, books, the dogs, everything. Well, everything else, anyway. 

I coaxed Matt into talking about Kathy and I realised that, much as he'd enjoyed what we'd done together and keen as he was to do it again - be still, my pulsing pussy! - he knew, as I did, that it could only be an interlude, a very precious interlude, in both of our lives. I felt a strange mixture of regret and relief at that realisation. But I knew too, and contented myself with the knowledge, that Matt was ready, willing and able to fuck me when I needed it.

We were out for about an hour with the dogs, walking and talking, just enjoying each other's company. I knew, too, without it being said, that whatever else happened, Matt was my friend. Where we'd been walking we had been in sight of neighbours' homes, but now we were near the house and out of sight of anybody. I took Matt's hand in mine and squeezed it lightly.

"Only about a hundred yards to the bed, Matt. What shall we do this time?"

Matt turned to me and grinned. "What do you want, Ellen? I think I can promise you a good, hard prick." He grimaced and adjusted his jeans and I realised that he had at least a partial erection. "But I need you to tell me where and how you want it. Remember, it's all new to me."

I walked a few steps, just holding his hand, thinking. "Well, you've been on top, I've been on top. I've eaten you, and you've eaten me. We could just start at the beginning again and see how far we get?" I was beginning to get excited. Surreptitiously, I checked the crotch of my jeans. Quite damp. I wanted him again, no doubt about it, and preferably sooner rather than later.

"OK by me," said Matt. "Very OK."

We reached the house and turned the dogs loose in the back yard. I turned to Matt and hugged him, then stepped back a little. "Hey mister, whatcha got in your pocket?" I couldn't go on, just broke down in giggles.

Matt grinned, then he surprised me. He stooped and picked me up. "I have a hot present for my Ellen," he said, "and if I don't get her to a bed soon it's going to explode."

"We don't want that," I said in mock horror. "If you put me down, we could run, maybe get to the bedroom before the explosion, huh?"

Matt laughed. "Don't worry," he said, "I'll hurry."

He kept me in his arms and strode lightly up the stairs towards my room. I contented myself with kissing his neck, his chin, any portion of his face my lips could reach. I didn't care, if I ever had, that this was my nephew. He was a strong, virile, horny male stud who wanted my pussy as much as I wanted his cock and I found that a very satisfying state of affairs.

When we reached my room, Matt laid me gently on the bed and bent to kiss me. The kiss was hot and hard and if I hadn't already been fired up and ready to go the kiss would certainly have done it. Matt broke gently away, smiled at me and began to unfasten my jeans. I lifted my ass to let him get them off, then raised my arms obligingly as he removed my t-shirt. I hadn't bothered with a bra and it was the work of moments for him to slide off my soaking panties. I lay back on the bed naked while he undressed and drew in my breath unconsciously as Matt's cock was revealed, hot, hard and ready to go.

He surprised me. He took hold of me, flipped me onto my belly, knelt between my legs and pulled me back onto his pole. I was wet, soaking wet, and he bottomed immediately. I grunted as his balls slapped against my upper thighs. Matt's hands were on my hips and he began to move, easing himself almost out of me, so that I felt this sense almost of loss, then coming back into me firmly but gently so that I was conscious of being filled by him. I needed more and braced myself on the bed.




Aunt Ellen Ch. 3



This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism invited.

*****

Sunday was as empty as I had suspected it would be, with Matt gone on his trip into the desert. I enjoyed the company of the two dogs, and they listened attentively when I spoke to them, but they still weren't great conversationalists. I sunned myself for a while - naked, because the pool wasn't overlooked by any neighbour - then went indoors and tried to read. I really needed to brush up on my programming, because I was seeing Jack Elsman's friend Sol Levy about a job on the Tuesday coming, and it was a programming job I was after, but the words just blurred after a while and eventually I gave it up as a bad job. I knew I was a good programmer and I figured that what I was selling was my talent, not a meaningless piece of casual code. I laughed to myself then went to see to the dogs and take them for a walk.

The evening took forever to arrive. I watched television for a while but switched it off after twenty minutes desultory channel hopping and picked up my book again. I read for a while, more successfully this time, then decided to have an early night.

I sleep naked; I have done ever since I no longer had to share a room with anyone, like at home or my freshman year at college. I don't like the restrictions of nightdresses or pyjamas and I like the feeling of fresh sheets against my skin. Of course, as soon as I settled down I began to think of Matt and as I thought of Matt my pussy began to moisten and my nipples to harden and almost of their own volition my fingers crept into my crotch.

I enjoy masturbating. Don't get me wrong, I'd much rather have a nice hard cock with a warm man attached, but yes, I enjoy satisfying myself. I took it slow and easy, gently lifting myself, my breathing gradually quickening as my fingers played with my cunt, my other hand teasing my nipples into hardness, warming myself, my juices flowing. My hand left my nipples and I slid two fingers into my cunt, my other hand teasing my clitoris, the sensations building and slowly overwhelming me until suddenly I tipped myself over the top into that sudden ecstasy. My orgasm was quick and violent and I lay, cooling, for a while then went to the bathroom and wiped myself. I went back to bed and tried to settle myself, but sleep took ages to come and when it did it was broken, my dreams strange and it was well after midnight when my torment eased and I drifted into gentle, normal sleep.

Next morning I lay in bed for ages and it was only the need to feed the dogs that eventually stirred me. Once the dogs were fed and exercised I was in a much better frame of mind than I had been when I woke as their uncomplicated affection had soothed me. I ate only a light breakfast after I had swum several hard lengths of the pool - naked of course - and I felt re-invigorated when I finished. I thought for a while, then dressed in t-shirt and shorts and carefully backed the Elsman Honda out of their garage.

My sister Alice, Matt's mom, was pleased to see me. "Ellen! Come in." She gave me a quick, warm hug. "I was just going to have a coffee. Want some?"

"Please."

She busied herself with coffee, speaking over her shoulder. "Still taking it black?"

"Of course. My student days aren't so far behind me that I can take cream or sugar without thinking about the cost," I joked.

Alice smiled at me, gesturing towards the living room. "Let's sit in comfort." She led the way and I followed her, coffee mug in hand. "What brings you here, Ellen?" my sister asked, "I thought you'd be busily 'looking after' Jack Elsman's swimming pool."


I laughed. "I did that earlier. And talking of Jack Elsman's pool, Matt has certainly turned out a heck of a swimmer."

"Yeah. He made the team. Did he tell you?" Her tone was proud.

"He did. He showed me, too. I'm a good swimmer, as you know, Alice, but he left me standing when we had a little race."

"Thanks for inviting him on Saturday, Ellen. He was full of you when he came home," said Alice.

And I was full of him, sister dear, very full, but I don't think I'll tell you about that, I thought. Aloud I said. "I owed him for the Elsman thing, Alice. Anyway, he's good company. I enjoyed having him there." And there, and over there. I enjoyed the double meaning. "I need to get some of the clothes you're keeping for me, the ones I thought I wouldn't need for a while," I said, changing the subject.

"Which ones? Your office clothes?" Alice was curious.

I nodded. "I told Mr Elsman that I was looking for work. He asked me what kind and I told him programming, so he 'phoned a friend of his, Sol Levy?"

"I know Sol," Alice said, nodding.

"I'm seeing him at ten tomorrow." I shrugged. "I need something. I have no idea what kind of programming Sol Levy can give me, but I'll find out soon enough."

Alice was thoughtful. "I doubt if it will be for Sol," she said, "but I'm pretty sure Levy Investments has fingers in a couple of small software houses in town."

Ah, I thought, if they're small it will probably be contract work or possibly games. Either way it might be interesting. "I'll find out tomorrow, that's soon enough to worry about it. Now, tell me, how's Karen doing?" We spent the rest of my visit catching up on family gossip.

Back at the Elsman house, I unpacked my charcoal-grey business suit and a crisp white blouse and hung them to air. Deeper in my suitcase, I dug out an item wrapped in a silk scarf. Unrolling the scarf, I revealed my lime-green dildo in all of its revolting glory. I kissed it and tucked it under my pillow. Later, I thought.

On Tuesday morning, as I showered after my breakfast, I thought back fondly to the night before. Yes, I thought, there may be no man attached, but that dildo can still give me a buzz when I apply it right. And I had applied it right. Three gut-wrenching orgasms had left me so limp that the only thing I could do was sleep, and I'd had a quiet, untroubled night.

Freshly showered, I decided that it would probably be best to wear a bra for my interview and clothed myself in a pink silk creation with matching panties. My legs were tanned nicely and I chose not to wear hose and shoved my feet into a pair of low-heeled, black sandals. The blouse was plain cotton and buttoned up fairly high, but not so high that I couldn't show a little cleavage if I thought it would help. The skirt of my suit came to about three inches above my knees, which I thought was OK, so I shrugged into the jacket, grabbed my purse and set off to see Sol Levy.

I was a little early and the receptionist directed me to a comfortable seat to wait. She was pleasant and friendly, about my own age, red-headed and curvy. The reception area was quietly understated, in cool greys and natural wood. Sol has money, I thought. I was startled out of my musings by the receptionist.

"If you'd go in now, Miss Tranter?" Her smile was cordial, professional, but she seemed pleasant and I speculated about going man-hunting with her. Sol Levy was a surprise. I had expected some corporate shark character, power-suited, but Sol was an untidy teddy-bear of a man and I liked him immediately. Greying, half-bald, about twenty pounds overweight and only an inch or so more than my own five-seven. He held out his hand in cordial greeting.

"Good morning, Miss Tranter. Or may I call you Ellen?"

"Ellen, please," I said.

"Ellen. Jack Elsman tells me you're a programmer and you're looking for a job. That right?"

I nodded. "I was working for a small software company in Illinois, but the boss was my boyfriend and had a wife he didn't tell me about, so I left." Tell it all, Ellen.

Levy smiled sympathetically. "You came home to get away from it?"

I nodded.

"What sort of programming are you looking for?" The tone was friendly, but the eyes were shrewd and I reminded myself that this amiable teddy bear was one of the richest men in town.

"Ideally, the sort that suits my strengths," I said.

"And they are?"

"C, C++, Java or assembler. I can program in COBOL and VB, too, but I like to get my hands dirty." He smiled at my phrasing.

"Assembler. Which processors?"

"X86 or Motorola 68K, normally. I can usually hack the 8-bit, too."

He nodded. "I made a couple of calls before you arrived. There's a vacancy with Trueman Software. They do a fair bit of games programming. Bill Trueman wants someone who can work to a strict brief, without needing constant supervision. Can you do that?" Levy was blunt.

I was equally blunt. "Yes."

Levy smiled. "Go see him, then, he's expecting you at eleven. Ask Sarah to give you a cup of coffee before you go. His office is only two blocks down and it's only ten-twenty now. You don't want to be too early, do you?" He offered his hand again and as I left his office he was already giving his attention to something else.

In the reception area I paused. The receptionist looked up from her keyboard enquiringly.

"Sarah?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded. "That's me."

"Mr Levy said I should ask you for a coffee. I have an interview with Bill Trueman at eleven and Mr Levy thinks I shouldn't be too early."

Sarah smiled again, this time a natural smile, more of a grin. "You'd be better off being late," she said, "Bill's a lousy timekeeper."

"You know him?" Perhaps she could tell me something, but then, maybe it was 'hands off'.

Sarah's smile broadened. "All my life. He's my big brother. Come on, let's get that coffee." She led the way to an alcove, where a coffee pot gave off an enticing aroma. "How do you take it?" she asked.

"Just black," I said.

She looked at me shrewdly. "Are you a good programmer?" she asked, handing me the coffee.

"Yes, I am." I had no time for false modesty, not with my potential employer's sister.

"Good. Bill can talk to programmers, but he's not very good with women." She shook her head. "He's a genius, but he's very shy." Sarah studied me for a moment. "I hope he gives you the job. It will do him good, having to respond to a woman who isn't his mother or his sister."

I wasn't so sure, but I offered no comment. Hell, I hadn't even met the guy yet. I sipped my coffee reflectively. Sarah sipped her own, studying me. I raised my eyebrows in question. Sarah shook her head.

"I'm trying to decide whether I know you," she said.

"I'm from around here," I said, "but I just got back from Illinois."

"Did you go to university here?" Sarah asked.

"No, New York."

"High school?"

"Yes."

"You're twenty-three," she began, then laughed at my look of surprise that she should know. "Mr Levy likes to know who he's talking to," she said in explanation. "I guess you must have been a couple of years behind me in high school, that's probably why you look familiar."Sarah laughed. "Hell, who notices kids two years behind them!"

I laughed with her, then looked at my watch. Seven minutes to eleven. I put my cup down. "I'd better go. Even if Mr Trueman is a lousy time-keeper, I'd better not be late for a job interview."

"Good luck, Ellen," said Sarah.

"Thanks," I said, then went out. The office where Trueman Software was located was two blocks along and it took me only a couple of minutes, so that it was just coming up to eleven when I entered the office.

There was a room divider with a bell and a sign saying 'Ring for Attention'. Behind the divider were four workstations. Only one was occupied, but the apparent occupants of two of the others were involved in heated debate with the lone worker. No-one was paying any attention so I rang the bell. Nothing changed, so I rang it again. Zilch. I was the invisible - or should it be inaudible - woman.

"Excuse me," I said, but nobody took a blind bit of notice, so I said it again. Louder. Still nothing, so I took a deep breath and prepared to let out the kind of yell which is extremely unladylike but has been known to stop a New York taxi. Luckily I was spared the embarrassment because one of the spectators finally looked up and saw me, then nudged his colleague. "Company, Bill," he said.

The one he'd addressed as Bill looked up, saw me, and hit himself on the forehead with the heel of his hand. He turned and came across. "Miss Tranter?"

I smiled. "Yes, I'm Ellen Tranter."

He held out his hand. "I'm Bill Trueman. Sorry about that." He swung open the gate in the divider. "Come this way, please. Hank," he called to one of the others, "I'll be in the think tank with Miss Tranter. No interruptions unless it's vital."

Personally, I thought his phrasing was open to several misinterpretations, but the sandy-haired individual addressed as Hank just waved and carried on his animated discussion at the workstation. Trueman led me into a room off the open plan office. The room was untidy, with computer listings on every available horizontal surface. I smiled in familiar recollection, but I think Bill Trueman misinterpreted my look because he began to apologize for the mess. I stopped him.

"Mr Trueman, I'm a programmer, I'm used to having listings of work in progress just about everywhere except actually covering my keyboard." I smiled at him and saw him visibly relax.

"OK, Miss Tranter," He began.

"Ellen, please," I said.

He nodded. "Ellen. What makes you think you want to work for me?"

"Whoa," I said. "Mr Levy sent me down because he thought I might be what you're looking for, but I have no idea what you do, and I have no preconceptions about me being what you're looking for. What do you do?" I asked bluntly, "apart from argue and ignore visitors?" And I mentally consigned my chance of a job to the pits of hell.

Surprisingly Bill Trueman laughed. "That was an animated discussion," he said, "not an argument." He smiled. "Actually, we produce some damn' fine software, although rarely under our own name. We do a lot of work for the big name game producers." 

"I see," I said. "What would I be expected to do?" I asked. That started the interview off on a technical track and it was with some surprise that I noted the time as almost twelve-thirty when Bill called a halt.

"OK, Ellen," he said. "I'd like you work for me for three months on trial. If we suit each other, you get a two-year contract, and after the two years, if you want in, there's the chance of a partnership. What do you say?"

"I guess, 'yes'," I said, smiling at him. I don't know if it was then that he noticed me as a woman, but he flushed slightly and avoided my eye. I remembered what Sarah had said about her brother being shy. I hadn't noticed any sign of it during the interview, but then that had been technical and as Sarah had also said, 'Bill can talk to programmers'.

"Come on, I'll introduce you," Bill said. "Hank and I are partners already, and Jeff will be in a month."

Hank Walton was a thirty-year-old Canadian who'd headed south along the West coast from Vancouver, met and married a California girl and was busy raising kids. There were three tow- headed youngsters and a casually beautiful blonde woman in the photographs on his desk. Jeff Ellis was local, single and intense and as I later learned, a programmer who approached genius in his work.

"OK," said Bill, "you've met everyone. When can you start?"

"There's a slight snag there," I said. "I'm looking after the Elsman place while they're in Europe, looking after the dogs as well. Is there any chance I could work at home at first? It's only for five weeks. I have a lap-top computer. It's got a modem, so I can transfer work in, and I can come into the office every day for a while, if necessary. How about it?" I asked anxiously.

He paused for a moment, thinking, then smiled. "We'll give it a try," he said. "After all, I did want someone who can work unsupervised. When do you want to start?"

"Can we make it next Monday?" I didn't want to live on savings any longer than I had to, although the six hundred dollars from Jack Elsman had eased that particular problem considerably.

"Monday's fine, Ellen. Don't come in until ten, because we need to get you a set of keys in case you want to be in the office while we're aren't here." He rummaged in a drawer and passed me a folder. "If you have time, take a look at that, because that's what you'll be working on." He grinned. "Scribble on it if you like, I can soon print another copy. When you come in on Monday, we'll discuss your approach, then you can take it away and work on it."

"That's marvellous. Thanks Bill. I'll see you guys on Monday, then."

"OK, Ellen," said Bill. "Oh, Ellen, one other thing."

"Yes?"

"We don't have dress rules, so if you feel better wearing jeans, go ahead."

"Thanks. See you Monday." And out I went. I had a job, now all I needed was somewhere to live, once the Elsmans got home from holiday. I walked back towards the car and as I approached the Levy building, Sarah came out. Seeing me, she stopped and waited.

"How'd it go?" she asked as I drew near.

"I start Monday," I said. "Now I start looking for somewhere to live."

"Suzi Ellis at the real estate, she's a friend of mine," said Sarah. "Want to go down and see her?" I nodded and she linked her arm in mine.

"I was just going to lunch," she said, "but Suzi's office is just down the street so I'll introduce you before I go eat." 

Two hours later I had a three-month trial lease of a small apartment in the same block as Sarah, with an option to extend. My lease was due to start just before the Elsman family came back from Europe, but the good thing about the apartment was that it was only ten minutes walk from the office where I would be working. Which meant I wouldn't need a car, which was great as I didn't have one, not of my own.

I drove back to the Elsman house in contented good humour, fed and walked the dogs, watched some idiotic programs on TV, went to bed early, didn't give my dildo a single thought and slept like a baby.

Wednesday and Thursday were much like Tuesday but without the job interview and apartment hunting. I cleaned around the house and swam a lot, fed and walked the dogs and generally enjoyed my diminishing days left before I rejoined the rat-race. I read and re-read the specification that Bill Trueman had given me and made some careful notes on various points. Friday morning the 'phone rang. It was Matt.

"Hi, Ellen," he said cheerfully, "I'm just ringing to confirm that we're still on for tomorrow?"

"You mean you and Kathy?" I haven't forgotten, Matt.

"Yeah."

"Sure are, kiddo. Hi, guess what, your Ellen got herself a job."

"Great!" said Matt. "Programming?"

"Yep. With Trueman Software. I dunno if you've heard of them, probably not. There's only four including me, but Bill Trueman tells me they've got a good reputation."I laughed. "I'll have to make sure I don't ruin it."

"I'm sure you won't," said Matt, chuckling. I could hear girlish laughter in the background and I had a sudden thought.

"Hey," I said, "I thought you were out in the desert until tonight."

"We should have been," Matt said, "but Todd turned his ankle and he and I came back Tuesday. I've been staying at the Larson place to keep Todd company." He laughed. "At least that's the theory, but with his girl-friend Cindy around I might as well not exist. Still, Kathy's here, too."

I had a sudden twinge of jealousy, but stifled it, then had a thought about the coming day. "Matt?" I said, "can I ask a personal question."

"Yeah, of course," he said cautiously.

"Look," I said, "if there's anyone within earshot you don't have to answer."

"No, it's OK," he said, "the others are all in the pool."

"Kathy; have you fucked her yet?" Crude, Ellen, crude, but you need to know if what you're thinking is going to work.

There was a pause. "Well, er, yes, I have," he said. He chuckled. "Damn' good it was, too."




Aunt Ellen Ch. 4



This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism invited.

*****

"It's your turn now, Kathy," I said, smiling at my nephew's horny girlfriend.

"Hey, I need rest," said Matt plaintively.

"No, you need encouragement. Lie back." I wriggled out from his encircling arm and knelt beside him. "Kathy, you there," I indicated. She got it straight away and grinned and the two of us extended our tongues and licked at opposite sides of Matt's cock. Kathy got a thoughtful look on her face and took another lick, then to my surprise put her finger into her cunt and then brought it to her lips and licked. She smiled at me.

"We taste different," she said. "On Matt's prick I can taste him and you. I've tasted Matt before, so I know what he tastes like, so the new flavour has to be you."

"I guess it does," I said slowly. I put my finger in my own cunt and then licked it. I could taste Matt and myself. "May I?" I said to Kathy, reaching for her hand.

"Just a moment," she said, "I've licked it clean, I'll get fresh." She put her finger back into her pussy then extended it to me. "Here," she said.

I licked her finger. Similar, yes, but different. "You taste good," I said.

"So do you," said Kathy. She glanced at Matt whose face was alive with curiosity. He laughed.

"You should have asked me," he said, grinning, "I knew you tasted different."

"I guess we should, " I said. "Come on, Kathy, back to work."

We established a rhythm. We ran our tongues simultaneously up Matt's cock, then I would take the whole thing in my mouth, then release it. Then we'd do the same again except that this time it was Kathy who'd do the swallowing. It wasn't long before Matt's cock was hard again. I sat back.

"Your turn, honey," I said to Kathy. "Do you mind if I just watch, this time?"

"I don't mind at all," said Kathy, "It just makes me hornier!" She turned to Matt. "You ready, sweetheart?"

"Sure am," said Matt. "Just one thing."

"Yes?" said Kathy.

"Unless Ellen has got some rubbers, I'll have to go and find my jeans. I'm not planning to make you pregnant."

"In my purse, Matt, there should be a couple." I leered at the others. "Never know when you might need them." I grabbed my purse from the bedside table and rummaged for a moment, before passing the little foil packet to Matt. He passed it to Kathy, who smiled, tore open the packet and expertly unrolled the rubber onto Matt's rampant prick.

"You've done that before," I said, winking at her.

"A few times," nodded Kathy. She lay back and spread her legs. "Come on, Matt, fuck me while your aunt watches us."

Matt laughed and knelt between Kathy's legs. I was excited, I'd never actually watched another couple fuck before. OK, I'd been out, particularly back in my high school day, where a girl friend and I had ended up fucking our dates. But I'd never been in a position to watch. It was usually dark and modesty and caution dictated discretion. Now it was broad daylight and the participants had no objection to me watching. I was loving this!

I studied Kathy carefully. Her labia were flushed and engorged, moisture visible in the crack of her ass. She saw me studying her, grinned and spread her legs even further. I smiled in acknowledgement and watched fascinated as Matt put his prick to the entrance to Kathy's pussy. He pushed gently and I watched breathless as her lower lips spread to accept the blunt head of his weapon, the lips turning in slightly as he pushed gently into her, then out as he moved to spread her lubrication.

It was no time at all until all of Matt's prick was in her and his ass moved rhythmically as he fucked her. Kathy's legs came up around Matt's waist and she hooked her heels together behind his back as he moved. I glanced at her face. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was deep. Suddenly, I needed more. I reached under the pillow and groped for my dildo. I pulled it out and sat up, my feet together, my knees falling apart to reveal my cunt. Kathy felt my movement and opened her eyes. She grinned when I brandished the dildo and watched open-mouthed as I slid it carefully and sensuously into my soaking cunt.

I took a deep breath and sat for a moment just enjoying the feeling of being full, then began to stroke the plastic prick in and out. Kathy was still watching me carefully and her breathing was quickening as Matt fucked her steadily. I caught his eye and he grinned, never missing a beat in his rhythm. I matched my rhythm to his, my dildo matching his prick, stroke for stroke.

Kathy's eyes were closed again and her breathing was ragged. I thought she couldn't be far off coming and I began to stimulate my clitoris as I fucked myself steadily with the dildo. My own breathing was beginning to get ragged too and I could feel those wonderful sensations beginning to build in me. Kathy was panting now and she began to mutter.

"Fuck me, Matt, fuck me. Yes, Matt, fuck me, Matt, I want to feel you come in me, Matt. Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard. Hard, baby, hard!"

Her words got to me and I could feel myself getting very close. I thrust even harder with the dildo, pretending it was Matt.

"Oh, baby! I'm close," said Matt suddenly, urgently. "I - am - sooo - close!"

Kathy began to wail, then she shuddered and her back arched and she clutched Matt fiercely. She screamed suddenly, then went boneless. Matt stiffened, then he jolted as his climax came and he spilled his seed into the condom, shaking and juddering as he came. It was too much for me and I came myself, my own climax shaking me, my cunt crushing down on the dildo, the orgasm wracking me as I shuddered in ecstasy.

Gradually, we stilled. Kathy reached out and squeezed my fingers. "Best yet," she whispered.

I squeezed back. "I never watched before," I said, "it was incredible."

"You can watch me fuck Ellen later," Matt said to Kathy, then smiled at us both. He yawned suddenly. "It might be a while though, you two have gotten me bushed!"

"I think we all need rest," I said. "Give me a hand to straighten this bed. We'll have a nap, then a swim, then something to eat. I have to feed and walk the dogs later, but after that, it's evening and then the night. Do we all sleep together?"

"We do," said Kathy firmly. "It's what we do when we wake up that needs to be decided."

"Let it happen," said Matt, laughing, "we have tonight and tomorrow yet." He pointed. "I think you'd better take that dildo out for the moment."

When we had the bed straightened, we settled down for a nap. Matt fell asleep as if he'd been switched off, totally out. I wasn't really sleepy, just nicely tired from our lovemaking. Matt was in the middle of the bed, snoring gently and Kathy and I were on each side of him. I stretched out and I guess I must have dozed a little.

I woke, slightly disoriented for a moment, then relaxed. Matt was still asleep. I moved carefully so as not to wake him and looked across at Kathy. She was awake and smiled at me. I mimed 'talk' to her and raised my eyebrows in query. She nodded, 'yes', and we carefully got out of bed and left Matt to his dreams. Kathy and I tiptoed out, the two of us still naked, and went downstairs to the living-room.

"Do you want a robe?" I asked Kathy. "There are some in the cabana." "Not if you don't," she replied. She smiled. "I like being naked, it's summer and I feel comfortable with you."

I laughed. "That's just as well, considering what we've been doing."

Kathy giggled. "It was fun." She glanced at me, her eyes sparkling. "Did you enjoy watching Matt fuck me?"

"Gods, yes!" I exclaimed. "That was a first for me. I mean, I've been in situations where I've been fucking and there was another couple there, but never in daylight." I looked across at her. "How did you and Matt first get together?"

She smiled. "Well, we knew each other from school, of course, and we'd been out together in groups. You know the sort of thing, someone says 'let's go to the beach' and fifteen or twenty of you go together. I liked Matt and I was hoping he'd ask me out, but there always seemed to be someone else around. When he asked me to come over here with him I was really pleased." She grinned at me. "I mean, what sort of competition could Matt's aunt possibly be? But that first weekend I'd already arranged to go away with Mom, so we arranged to come over today. I have the definite feeling that if Todd hadn't turned his ankle so that he and Matt came home early and Matt caught Lisa and me playing with the dildo, then today wouldn't have been so intimate."

"Yeah, probably not," I said. "And don't forget, I seduced Matt on the spur of the moment last weekend. I didn't plan it, it just happened. If it hadn't, today would have been even more unlikely."

"Agreed," said Kathy, "but it was being excited by being with Lisa and playing with the dildo, I think, that made me say yes to fucking Matt."

"No regrets?" I asked.

"Only that I didn't try to seduce Matt myself, earlier." Kathy smiled at me and took my hand. "I love being with Matt and fucking, and I loved having you there to share it with me."

"I enjoyed it, too," I said. "I was a little hesitant about touching you, but when I did you felt so good."

"Mmm," she said, squeezing my fingers, "It was lovely!" She looked at me enquiringly. "Have you ever made love to a woman?"

"Not so far," I said, "I like a good, hard prick attached to a nice, warm man too much. Have you?"

Kathy dropped her eyes and shook her head. "No," she murmured, "not really." She looked at me. "I don't think Lisa and I did it properly. I mean, I kissed her tits and I stroked her and played with her pussy until she came, and she did the same to me." She flushed. "If you'd like to try it, then so would I." I didn't say anything, but I could feel my pussy moistening and I nodded. She reached out gently and took me in her arms. My arms went around her and I raised my lips for her kiss. Her lips were warm and soft and at first the kiss was one between friends, nothing more, then her lips parted and I could feel her tongue pressing gently. Almost of its own volition, my mouth opened and our tongues entwined. Her mouth was sweet and I could feel my breathing quickening, my heart beginning to beat faster. The kiss was long and I was loving it.

Her hand dropped to my breast and began to play with my nipple. She gently broke the kiss and for a moment I felt lost, then her lips closed on my nipple and I abandoned myself to the sensations. Kathy's warm hand was stroking my ribs, my hip, my thigh. My pussy was soaking now as Kathy ran her hand along my thigh, then back. As she moved her hand back, she moved it to the inside of my thigh then gently cupped her hand and pressed it to my pussy, stroking my cleft gently with her middle finger.

I shuddered with pleasure. My breathing was quick now and my aching nipples were as hard as pebbles. Kathy gently disentangled herself from me, pressing me gently back on the couch, running her lips down my throat, across my breasts, down my belly, licking my navel as she passed. I was tingling with anticipation, dying for the touch of her mouth on my cunt, expecting it, hoping for it, aching for it, yet it was still an incredible shock to my system as I felt her tongue lave me from ass to clitoris. Involuntarily, I moaned and Kathy looked up from her ministrations and winked.

"It feels wonderful," I said thickly, as she continued to lap at me.

Kathy raised her head briefly, her lips and chin glistening with my juice. "It tastes good, too," she murmured, then lowered her head again. Her tongue began its busy work again, but now she began to kiss at the inside of my thighs, to flick my clitoris lightly with her tongue, then suck it for a few moments before resuming her random touches. My pussy was soaking and my stomach muscles were beginning to ripple as Kathy brought me nearer and nearer to climax.

I was moaning as her tongue continued its delightful torture and I knew she had me on the brink of orgasm. "I'm close, lover, very close," I managed to say coherently when all I wanted to do was babble. Kathy glanced up at me, then as she took my clitoris between her lips she slid two fingers into my aching pussy.

I came. I nearly crushed her as my thighs clamped on her head. I uttered a strangled scream and my belly began to thrash as I climaxed. As I was coming down from my high, Kathy flicked my clitoris with her tongue and set me off again. Eventually I pushed her head away. "No more, Kathy, I can't take any more." I pulled at her and she came up into my arms. We kissed again, frantically, almost violently, until eventually I broke the kiss and pulled her into my arms, my head on her shoulder, shuddering.

When I was able to speak again, I said to her, "You've done that before, you must have!"

Kathy shook her head in denial. "No," she said, "I just remembered what I liked when Matt ate me and what I wished he'd done and figured you would enjoy it, too."

"You're damn' right, I did," I said with feeling. I laughed. "I still prefer the prick with a man attached."

"Me, too," said Kathy. She looked at me. "Are you going to eat me, now?" she asked, almost shyly.

I nodded. "Yes I am," I said firmly, then kissed her again. It was my turn to caress this time, my turn to stroke Kathy's beautiful, firm tits, to feel her nipples erecting under my fingers, my turn to bite her nipple gently between my teeth, to feel her shudder. My turn to kiss down the slopes of her breasts, across her taut belly, down through the sex-enhanced scent of her pubic hair. My turn to feel the heat of her cunt on my tongue, to feel her shudder as I gently bit her clitoris, to hear her moan gently as my tongue moved rhythmically over her secret places. It was my turn to bring her shuddering to the brink of orgasm, then push her over the top so that I in my turn was in danger of strangulation as her knees clamped on my head.

Slowly her trembling eased and she released her vice-like grip on my head. I was kneeling on the floor beside the couch while Kathy was sprawled spread-legged on its edge. I was leaning on her legs, my forearms on her thighs, the smell of her sex in my nose and on my lips. I was still wet myself from our shared excitement and I was so very ready for a cock in my cunt.

Kathy's eyes were sparkling and she must have seen him coming, but it was a shock to me when warm hands clasped my hips and I was pulled gently back onto Matt's rampant tool. He sank straight into me, so wet was I and paused for a moment, buried to his balls in my pussy.

"Surprise!" he murmured in my ear. "Sexy girls, I've been watching you two. Did I miss Kathy eating you?" he asked.

"You certainly did," Kathy laughed. "It was great!" She leaned across me and kissed him. "Don't worry, Matt, we've decided we both prefer a nice hard cock."

I didn't say anything, I was too busy just enjoying having my nephew buried to the hilt in me again. He began to move gently, almost withdrawing then pushing forward again. I was still leaning on Kathy's legs but she pulled gently at me until I was well between her legs so that I could brace myself on the edge of the couch. She lifted her hands and began to gently stroke my tits.

The combination of sensations, Matt behind me and Kathy in front, was marvellous and I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my feelings. I was readier than I thought and it seemed no time at all before I could feel myself on the brink of orgasm again. I clamped my cunt muscles tightly on Matt's lovely cock.

"I'm going to come, Matt, very soon. Come in me, Matt, come in my pussy!" I said hoarsely. Matt began to thrust harder, almost bouncing me into Kathy. She eased herself back and I kissed her nipple, sucking and licking. Surprised, she clasped my head to her and I switched my attention to her other tit.

Matt was muttering incoherently behind me, moving faster and faster and just as I was about to scream my climax to the world, Matt grunted inaudibly and thrust hard into me. I guess we came together but I'm not certain as I was too involved in my own ecstasy. Matt collapsed across my back and I sprawled into Kathy.

Gradually we stilled and disentangled ourselves. There was a look of awe on Kathy's face.

"What is it?" I asked gently.

"Your faces," she said. "When you came. I was watching both of you; it was incredible to see you." She shook her head. "Marvellous," she murmured.

"It's the last time you'll see me come for a while," said Matt. "This time I am definitely fucked out!"

"A challenge, Ellen," said Kathy, grinning.

"Yep, definitely. But for the moment, I'm going for a swim. Then I'm going to set dinner out. You two can do what you like, but dinner is in an hour, then we feed and walk the dogs. After that, well, we'll see," I said, easing myself to my feet.

"I'm coming with you, Ellen," said Kathy. She held out her hand and I tugged her to her feet. We looked at Matt, still on his knees, his prick half-hard and visibly wilting. He smiled up at us.

"Go on, I'll follow. In a year or two when I've got my strength back."

I laughed and took Kathy's hand. "Come on, Kathy, let's swim!" I smiled at her. "We can discuss Matt's fate."

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Comment and constructive criticism invited.



Aunt Ellen Ch. 5



 This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement, hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism invited.

This is the fifth episode in the story of Ellen Tranter, her nephew Matthew and his girlfriend Kathy. You'll find links to the earlier episodes - and other tales - at my profile page.

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It was a hot day and the pool was cool on our heated skins. Kathy and I swam side by side, up and down the pool and gradually it turned into a race. We were both breathing heavily as we rested after our sprint. I don't know who 'won' and I don't think either of us cared. Kathy smiled across at me.

"What next?" she asked.

"You mean, you, me and Matt?"

Kathy nodded. "I guess so."

"First, we eat. There's salad stuff already prepared in the refrigerator, with some cold chicken that I did before you arrived. We'll have that, then some ice cream. Sound OK?"

"It does to me," said Matt. We hadn't heard him come out and he stooped to the poolside and gave us each a kiss, before diving neatly over our heads and into the pool.

"Show-off," I called and he turned and grinned. I turned to Kathy. "Want to give me a hand?"

"Sure," she said and we climbed out of the pool

We showered together, comfortable with each other's nakedness, washing each other's back, cupping each other's tits, stroking.... Well, it was a bit longer than we'd planned to be in there. We got out finally and dried ourselves, then sauntered back to the kitchen, still naked.

I glanced out of the window towards the pool. Matt had obviously decided that he needed to get some other form of exercise, rather than that he'd been sharing with Kathy and me, because he was doing some hard laps. The Elsman pool was a good size by suburban standards but it was still a long way short of Olympic size, which meant that Matt was getting quite a lot of practice on his turns. Kathy joined me at the window and we watched in silence for a while.

"Impressive," Kathy murmured.

"Yes, indeed," I replied. "Go tell him to get out and shower, Kathy. By the time he's done we'll have everything ready."

None of us bothered to get dressed for dinner, but there was nothing sexual in the air, no tension. We were just three people happy to be naked together. I noted ruefully that while Kathy and I had our tits on display, and very nice they are too, even if I do say so myself, Matt's prick was hidden by the table. Later, it could be different, of course. We chatted amiably about everything and nothing and eventually, after we'd finished our ice cream, drunk our coffee and thrown all the dishes in the dishwasher I got up.

"Time to feed and walk the dogs, I'm afraid," I said. "You two coming?"

"Yeah, sure," said Matt. "Kathy?"

"Yup," said Kathy.

"You'll have to dress," I said, grinning at their theatrical groans.

We were out about two hours, thoroughly enjoying the walk, and the sun was well down when we came back. We were tired from our walk, from the fresh air, but most of all from the intimacy we had shared earlier.

"Anyone want to watch any TV?" I asked.

Matt smothered a yawn and shook his head.

"No," said Kathy, "I know it's only ten but I think I'd like to go to bed."

Matt leered dramatically. "Best idea yet," he said.

I laughed. "Come on then."

We already knew we were going to share a bed and Matt took us each by the hand as we went upstairs. My room had its own bathroom and Kathy and I used that while Matt used the guest bathroom. It was a warm night and I figured we'd only need a sheet at most against any cool in the night, what with there being three of us in the bed.

I was finished first and turned down the sheet, placing myself at one side. Matt came in then. "In the middle, stud," I said. He grinned and bounced into the middle, after carefully placing a couple of rubbers at Kathy's side of the bed.

"Thoughtful, Matt, Kathy will appreciate that."

"There's no way I'm going to put her at risk," he said quietly. He lay back, hands clasped under his head. A good-looking young man. I love Matt. After all, he is my nephew, but I knew I wasn't 'in love' with him. We heard the toilet flush and Kathy came out a few moments later, smiling to see us already in bed. She went around and got in beside Matt.

He put an arm around each of us and drew us gently towards him, giving us each a light kiss.

"I'm sorry, ladies, but you two have got me bushed. I need some rest before I can perform again, I think. If one of you would care to wake me in the morning?" He grinned at us and raised an interrogative eyebrow.

Kathy laughed and kissed him, then stretched across him to kiss me. "Goodnight, Ellen," she said.

"'Night, Kathy, 'night, Matt."

"Hnumph," said Matt, already asleep.

I laughed quietly, blew a kiss to Kathy and switched off the lamp.

I woke suddenly, startled, sensing something unusual, then relaxed as I realised. Beside me, Matt was gently fucking Kathy. It was the rhythmic movement of the bed that had wakened me. Matt caught my eye and grinned.

"Morning, Ellen, I'm sorry if we woke you."

"Yes, sorry Ellen," Kathy murmured, and stretched to kiss me. "It's all my fault. I found this hard thing pressed against me when I woke up, so I thought I'd do something useful with it." She grinned vividly. "Well, really, I suppose I'm getting Matt to do something useful."

I laughed and lay with my head propped up to watch them. I loved to watch the muscles in Matt's legs and ass move as he gently fucked his horny girlfriend. And, too, I loved to watch his prick moving in and out of Kathy's pussy, watching her nether lips adjusting constantly to his motion, the sheen of her juices clear on his pole. I was turning into a voyeuse. I could feel myself getting wet, just watching, and began to stroke myself. I caught Kathy's eye and she grinned at me, watching me in her turn as I pleasured myself.

Unconsciously, I found myself using the same rhythm as Matt and as he thrust into Kathy, so I thrust two fingers into myself. As he withdrew, so I withdrew my fingers, caressing my clit as I did. The rhythm was working on all of us and Kathy's breathing began to quicken to match my own. Matt's thrusts grew firmer, deeper, and my fingers matched them, my free hand coming up to finger my nipples, hard now with my excitement.

It couldn't last. It didn't. As my fingers tipped me over the edge, inducing a gut-wrenching orgasm that left me spent and panting, I heard Kathy begin to keen beside me until suddenly she gasped, then screamed tightly as she came, Matt's suddenly spasmodic thrusting counterpoint to my own moan of pleasure.

We lay, trembling, cooling, coming down from our shared high. Matt eased himself from Kathy, stripping the rubber from his half-hard prick and wrapping it in a tissue, then flopping to his back. 

Matt took a deep breath and sighed happily. "That was good," he murmured.

Kathy leaned across and kissed him. "It certainly was," she agreed. "You have a very talented prick, Matthew Hanson, very talented. Now, if you let me be its agent I think that we can make a lot of money."

"You want to sell me as a gigolo?" he asked, grinning like a fool.

Kathy sat up for a moment, wriggled down the bed a little, then lay with her head propped up, her free hand idly playing with Matt's prick. "Sell, no," she said. "Rent, maybe," she said thoughtfully. She frowned in mock deliberation. "Yes," she said. "It would have to be rental, because I'd want you back each night to tell me about your adventures, before you fucked me to sleep."

Matt laughed. "Would I have any say in this?" he queried.

Kathy frowned. "Maybe. I'd let you choose which of my possibles you wanted to have, but I would prepare the short list."

"So who would be included on your short list?" asked Matt curiously.

"Oh, good-looking widows, frustrated divorcees, spinster librarians, women like that. Maybe my Mom," said Kathy.

"Your Mom?" Matt's voice was a squeak, and I swear his prick stiffened noticeably. Kathy noticed too and gave me a startled look.

"Why your Mom?" asked Matt.

Kathy shrugged nonchalantly. "She's a good-looking widow, so she qualifies." She grinned suddenly. "But for her there would be a discount."

"Who would not be on your list?" I asked, amused.

"All good-looking teens and twenties. They can find their own!" Kathy said, laughing.

"What about Ellen, or Lisa?" asked Matt.

"They would be my partners and you would be free to us," Kathy said, winking at me. She frowned. "Cindy I'm not sure about, and Jennie Halliday is definitely off the list!"

"Who's Jenny Halliday?" I asked.

"Miss Round Heels 1999. And 2000. And 2001."

I laughed. Kathy winked at me and signalled with her eyes, indicating Matt's prick, noticeably stiff as she gently fondled it, gripping it lightly, sliding her hand up and down.

"Miss Tranter?" said Kathy.

"Miss Evans?" I responded.

"Would you care for a partners' trial of our latest stud? Guaranteed in full working order ten minutes ago, but recovery speed still to be established," Kathy said, grinning at me, her eyes sparkling. "Although recovery does seem to be well in progress," she said, eyeing Matt's erection.

"I would be delighted, Miss Evans," I said, winking at Matt, whose prick was now definitely hard. I flattered myself that it was because he wanted me, but it was a beautiful sight to behold.

"How do you wish to perform the trial, Miss Tranter?" Kathy asked demurely, her fingers still teasing at Matt's prick.

"Supine, Miss Evans, with my legs spread, my eyes closed and my prick-plugged pussy palpitating," I managed to say, although it was difficult without giggling like a fool.

"Please adopt your chosen position, Miss Tranter," said Kathy. "Now, Matthew, you heard the client's wish. Please now perform to the best of your ability to satisfy Miss Tranter."

Matt growled deep in his throat. I laughed and lay on my back with my legs spread wide, my eyes closed. I felt Matt move until he knelt between my legs, then lean forward so that his weight was taken on his braced arms. I felt his prick press against my pussy entrance, felt fingers and realised that Kathy was guiding him into me. He pressed firmly and moved smoothly into me, my juices from my masturbation providing ample lubrication to ease his passage, my senses revelling in the feel of his blunt-headed weapon piercing me.

I kept my eyes closed and my hands above my head. With Matt taking his weight on his braced arms it meant that we were touching only by virtue of his gorgeous prick thrusting into my soaking-wet pussy. I revelled in the sensations he was inducing in me and was startled to feel lips close gently over a nipple. I opened my eyes briefly. Kathy! She was sucking and licking at my nipple, biting gently, adding to the sensations I was feeling, sensations that were building in me. I closed my eyes again and just let my senses go along for the ride.

I began to focus my attention on the feel of Matt's prick in my pussy. My juices were flowing freely and there was no resistance to his thrusts, but he filled me full and there was an emptiness in me as he withdrew on each stroke. An emptiness replaced by that growing fullness as he thrust back into me, filling me, loading me, pushing me ever closer to that precipice of sensation from which we love to plunge in the exultation of climax.

And I was so close to that precipice, so very close. I opened my mouth to speak when Matt suddenly stiffened, then thrust violently into me, pushing me over the edge and off on my plunge into climax, my belly rippling, my pussy clamping, my exultant 'Yes!' hissed on an exhalation of ecstasy.

Matt's breathing was suddenly loud in my ear as we came back from our journey, his breathing matching my own gasps as we tried to replace our oxygen. I opened my eyes and looked up at his face, a sweat sheen shining on him, a smile breaking out on his face as our eyes met.

I glanced towards Kathy, unsurprised to see her fingers at her own pussy, and then smiled at her as she caught my eye. She grinned vividly and winked at me. I sighed happily, a vast contentment in me from good, hot, sweaty sex shared with people I cared about.

At last Matt eased himself from me and flopped onto his back between Kathy and me.

I bent over and kissed him lingeringly. "Thanks, stud. You pass," I said, smiling at him.

That turned out to be the end of our sex play that weekend. I think between us Kathy and I had Matt just about worn out. Poor baby, he needed some recovery time. Oh, we played a little 'touchy-feely' as we swam again, and we shared a few kisses between us, but shortly after three that afternoon I waved goodbye to Matt and Kathy as his pickup took them off in the direction of Kathy's home.

For myself, I got out the specification I'd been given by Bill Trueman and went through the notes I'd made. After all, I was starting a new job with his company tomorrow and who knew what that might bring. And too, I suddenly remembered, I'd agreed to meet Sarah and her friends for a drink in the evening.

I laughed. New job, new friends, new beginnings. I whistled the dogs back to me and went indoors.

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 This is the end of 'Aunt Ellen' as a chaptered part work, certainly for the present. It was never intended to be a novel and I apologise to any reader who expected my tale to follow that route. 

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