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Aunt Jane

By: Vic5



My wife and I occasionally see my Aunt Jane. She has been a widow for several years and lives in an apartment by herself. We think she is a very nice lady and always thoughtful to do something for others. When I was a little boy and my parents and I stopped in to visit her, she would pat me on top of my head and give me a cookie. Now, on occasions while I'm on my way home from work, I stop in to see if I can do anything for her. 

Friday evening while I was out running errands, I stopped by to see aunt Jane. After saying hello and a few words, I was ready to leave. She said for me to sit down as she wanted to talk. She asked me if I thought she was attractive. As long as I've known her, I always thought she was neat and clean, her hair was always dyed blond and looked very nice for her age. I didn't know what to say except I wanted to complement her. 

I told her, "You look so nice I think any man would be happy to ask you out." She said she hadn't had a date in a long time and there weren't many datable men her age available. She told me she was getting on in years and knew time was getting short for her. She wished to experience sex again while she was still attractive to men. She said, "I've known you all your life. I used to change your diapers sometimes, and I knew your little penis would grow to be big and make women happy. I know you are much younger than I am and you are related to me. You are married, but I wish and hope you would like to have sex with me."

That astounded me, I didn't know what to say. I thought, Aunt Jane does look attractive for an older lady, and maybe I can give her the enjoyment of sex again in her life. But what about my wife? This lady who just asked if I would have sex with her is my blood related Aunt. Several thoughts were running through my mind. I doubt that my wife would understand if I told her I wanted to give my older relative the joy of sex again. I was about to answer her to say that it would be an honor for me to have sex with her.

Aunt Jane interrupted my thoughts and said, "Guess this comes as a surprise to you and if I have overstepped the bounds of our relationship, please accept my apology." I responded, "It would be a big thrill for me to have sex with you. Are you suggesting right now or at some later time?" She asked if I could get away from home tomorrow afternoon. I said I would think of something to get out of my house. She commented, "I'm looking forward to your return. I would really like to have sex in my life again before I get too old to have sex for whatever reason"

Saturday afternoon I told my wife I needed to go to the hardware store and run a couple of other errands. When Aunt Jane answered the door of her apartment, she was dressed in a mini skirt, her hair looked as if she had just come from the beauty parlor, and I got a whiff of her perfume. For being a lady much older than myself, she looked pretty and sexy. We were sipping our drinks while we were sitting in her living room in separate chairs facing each other. Her mini dress had moved up high on her legs. She uncrossed her legs and I could see up her dress. She was not wearing panties. We continued sipping our drinks while making small talk. I didn't know when I should make a move on her. I didn't have to worry about that because when our drinks were finished, she got up, took my hand and led me to the bedroom. 

I faced Aunt Jane, put my arms around her waist and moved my hands down to her ass. She wiggled up to me and planted a light kiss on my lips. I didn't know if I should give her a sexy open mouth kiss or what I should do. I had never thought of having a sexy kiss with an older lady. My hands gripped her dress to slide it up so I could place my hands on her bare ass. Aunt Jane had a nice body, not too fat or too slim. Her bare ass checks felt good in my hands. I then lifted her dress up over her head and unsnapped her bra allowing her breasts to be released. I was surprised as I looked at her nakedness to notice her breasts did not sag and were nice and firm. I quickly undressed with her help.

As we laid down on the bed I nibbled on Aunt Jane's delicious nipples. I could smell her perfume and decided I was a lucky guy to get to fuck this nice lady. I kissed her stomach while moving on down. I kissed the inside of her thighs to tease her before kissing her pussy. She pulled my head up to her pussy as if she could not wait. I let my tongue slide up and down my aunt's pussy lips and then sucked on her clit. This was driving her wild. She told me she had forgotten how exciting sex could be. She was very wet. She was bucking up to my mouth and soon had an orgasm.

When Aunt Jane's body subsided, she suggested I lie on my back and she would sit on top of me. Before impaling herself on my cock, she sat on my legs and jacked my cock. Aunt Jane seemed fascinated with looking at my cock. She commented, "This is a nice big one and it sure is hard. I haven't seen or held one in a long time. While my husband was still living, his never did get this big or hard. I'm so glad you came over to see me today."

After saying that, Aunt Jane raised up and impaled herself on my cock. She was moving all around and up and down on me. I was really getting hot and about ready to cum. She leaned over to kiss me. I immediately held her face. Our lips opened and our tongues were searching for sexual bliss. Aunt Jane's kiss was just as sexy as kissing a much younger girl. She broke the kiss to raise back up so she could move up and down on my cock. I exploded in her pussy as she gasped and had a violent orgasm. 

Aunt Jane continued to sit on me as my cock was becoming small and was swimming in her cum filled pussy. I said we should get up because I must go home before my wife suspects something. She told me she really enjoyed the time we spent together and hoped I could come back to see her soon. 

I arrived home to greet my wife with a kiss. She sniffed and said, "I smell perfume, where did you get it?" I knew I had been had, should I tell her? I told her not to get mad because I did love her. I then I told her about my affair this afternoon with Aunt Jane. I said I felt sorry for her and wanted to make her happy. She didn't have a man and had no sex life. I commented that we had done little errands and jobs for her during the past years and I thought I was just being nice to her. My wife looked a little mad, but then smiled and said she had a confession, too. 

My wife looked directly at me and said, "I never did tell you before, but now I must. My brother, Tony, and I experimented with sex when we were back in high school. We didn't just jump in bed all of a sudden, but over a period of time, we started playing around with each other at home or when we had sufficient privacy. We went through the process of saying, I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Over the months this progressed to where I would suck him off and he would suck my clit whenever we had plenty of privacy. I was afraid to go any further because I didn't want a baby. About the time I was a High School Senior, he obtained a pack of condoms, so we had to try them out. I didn't see him much after he graduated from High School. That ended our sexual relationship. Now that he was recently divorced, he has been hitting on me again. I told him it was not right for me to have sex with him because I'm now married and have a husband I love very much."

My wife continued, "Today, just after you left, I took a shower. As I was stepping out of the shower, the door bell rang? I quickly put on my robe to answer the door. Guess who it was? My brother, Tony! When he came in he said I looked so very pretty and sexy in my robe. One thing led to another and soon we were kissing. He peeled back the robe from my shoulders and I let it fall to the floor. He didn't wait to go to the bedroom, but took me right here on the couch. His cock felt so good and I soon had an orgasm. His cock was buried in me when he shot his load. I hope my birth control pills are effective because he did not use a condom. It all happened so fast I can hardly believe I let him fuck me. But he did and I enjoyed it."

There it was out in the open between us, my wife had fucked her brother while I was with Aunt Jane. Guess we both are open minded about sex and it was alright with me. I told her I was going back sometime to give Aunt Jane another thrill. She agreed, but I had to agree for her to invite her brother back again. He is divorced and she felt sorry for him that he does not have a mate for sex. If Aunt Jane needs sex so does her brother. She said his cock was about the same size as mine, but he used it different and she really enjoyed having sex with him.

My wife said, "You are my husband and I love you very much, but I feel obligated to have sex with my brother since he doesn't have a wife or girl friend".

I called Aunt Jane to make a date with her on Sunday afternoon. She said she would be ready for me as she would be home by herself. My wife called her brother to see if he wanted to come over. He quickly agreed he would be at our house at one o'clock. She told him I would probably be here for a little while before leaving them alone. She informed him that I knew about their affair and it was alright with me. 

Evidently my brother, Tony, was anxious to be with my wife because he arrived a little before one o'clock. As he walked in, he looked up and down her body as if he was undressing her. He acted as if he could hardly wait to actually do it. He gave her a pretty bouquet of flowers and said, "To a beautiful girl and a very sexy girl". She threw her arms around his neck, and gave him a long sexy kiss. I felt a little pang of jealousy as I hadn't given her flowers since her last birthday. My cock was getting hard just watching them.

Tony said to me, "I'm glad to know this is alright with you. I've had the hots for my sister for a very long time, even before I was divorced. I've always wanted to see her naked again and have sex with her. I can hardly wait to get in bed with her now." 

With that my wife took her brother's hand and led him to the master bedroom. I followed and said, "I'm going to be here for a few minutes before I leave." Tony quickly undressed and then helped my wife undress. She laid back on the bed and lifted up her ass while he pulled her jeans down her legs to remove them. He removed her shirt and bra leaving her dressed in only her panties. 

I watched as my wife again laid back on the bed, lifted up her ass allowing her brother to slide her panties down her legs. Then he smelled of her panties and handed them to me as if they were a trophy he had won. I watched as he immediately began to eat her pussy. She wiggled her butt, smiled at me and gave me a wink. My cock was about to burst out of my jeans watching them.

She motioned for him to come on up to fuck her. Their lips locked in a kiss while she aimed his cock at her pussy. She pulled her legs back up high allowing him to penetrate her to the fullest. I watched his cock go back and forth in her. My cock was jumping and felt as if I could just about shoot a load in my pants. Their kiss was so sexy it looked as if they were trying to devour each other.

I didn't know if I should join them or leave. My wife broke the kiss long enough to look at me to say, "You should go on over to see Aunt Jane. Take your time over there because I'm going to enjoy sex with Tony all afternoon." I leaned over to give my wife a goodbye kiss while her brother was still moving his cock back and forth in her. Tony said to me, "You are a real buddy to let me fuck your beautiful sexy wife like this". I continued to watch them as I slowly walked out of the bedroom. As I started out the door, I heard Tony moaning as if he was cumming. I looked back to see his body stiffen as he pounded her pussy. I knew he was shooting a load in my pretty wife. I reluctantly left to go see Aunt Jane. 

Aunt Jane greeted me at the door with a kiss. Again, I could smell her perfume and she looked very nice. She handed me a drink as we sat side by side on the couch. We made small talk for a little while, then the conservation turned to sex. She thanked me for coming over yesterday to fulfil her longing for sex after a long dry period. She felt like a woman again. This time she wanted to try different positions.

When our drinks were finished, we went into the bedroom. She was wearing only a dress which I quickly moved up over her head. I shed my clothes and got on the bed with her. She said, "Yesterday, I didn't have a chance to take your cock in my mouth. Today I want to look at your cock, feel your cock with my hands, and take it in my mouth. I haven't had the pleasure of having a cock in my hand and mouth in a long time." I suggested we move into a six nine position so I could kiss her pussy, too. It was very light in the bedroom for me to see her pussy because the sun was shining through the window.

Aunt Jane commented again about her desire to see my cock, handle it and to love it with her mouth. She would deep throat me, then take it out to look at it and jack me a little, then back into her mouth again. She was playing with my cock as if this was the last time she would ever see one again. I was really getting sexually worked up as I was licking and sucking her clit at the same time. I couldn't hold back and cum in her mouth. While I was continuing to cum, Aunt Jane kept working her mouth up and down on me. I couldn't tell if she swallowed all of it, but I knew she had some tissues handy to clean up. 

While we were resting, I wondered what Tony and my wife were doing right now. I'm sure he was fucking her. Thinking about my wife being fucked by her brother caused my cock to harden again. Aunt Jane and I rolled over together with me on top. I started putting the head of my cock in her. She pulled her legs up allowing me to fully penetrate her pussy. I fucked her slow for awhile, then she wanted me to fuck her faster and hard. This bought the expected response of an orgasm for her. I yelled that I was cumming and emptied a load in her. I laid on top of her for awhile making small movements until my cock felt as if it would fall out. She grabbed some tissue to catch my cum as I pulled out. 

We went into the kitchen to make another drink. I decided to call my wife to see if her brother was still there. When she answered the phone, she was slurring her words. I ask what she was doing. She answered, "Tony and I just came out of the bedroom for another drink" I asked her how many drinks did they have. She responded, "Several"

Then I heard a squeal and asked her what was going on. She said, "We're here naked in the kitchen and Tony just goosed me in the ass. Now he has a finger in my pussy. Oh, Oh. Hold the phone" After a minute or so, she came back on the phone and said, "Some of Tony's cum was dripping out of me on to the kitchen floor. I'm now down on my knees wiping it up. Oh, Oh, Tony is now down on his knees behind me."

I listened as she continued, "Tony, you're trying to get it in the wrong hole, aim it a little lower for the other hole, the one with hair around it. Now you've found the right spot, go ahead, give it to me" She spoke to me again, "We are on the kitchen floor where he just shoved his cock in me."

My wife was still slurring her words I was hoping she wouldn't be too drunk because I wanted to fuck her when I got home. I then heard her say, "Tony, this kitchen floor is too hard on our knees, lets get up and go to the bedroom. Tony, say something to my husband". I heard him in the background say, "Hi, ol' buddy, your wife is so very sexy. Man oh man, she sure can fuck. I think she could fuck my brains out and still keep going. You are a real buddy, I mean a really good buddy to let me fuck my sister all afternoon". He was slurring his words and I knew he was fairly drunk from the way he talked. She cut in to say, "If you are still on the phone, I'm going to let Tony fuck me until I wear him down and he can't get another hard on." Then she hung up. Listening to that conversation gave me a very big hard on. 

While that conversation was going on with my wife, Aunt Jane and I were naked sitting on the couch with our drink She continued to fondling and look at my cock as if she hadn't seen one before. I asked what position would she like to have sex with me now. She would like it doggie style as we haven't done it that way yet.

Aunt Jane stood up facing the back of the couch, then got on the couch on her knees. I stood behind her and was the right height to enter my cock in her juicy pussy. I started back and forth movements allowing my cock to come nearly all the way out and then plunge in again. She held herself steady with one hand on the back of the couch leaving the other hand to rub her clit. I was not pounding her hard so she could steady herself. Since I had already cum twice with her this afternoon, I could easily hold my next climax.

In a little while, Aunt Jane had an orgasm. Then she put both hands on the back of the couch so I could really bang her. I fucked her fast and hard for awhile and then slowed down. I told her I wasn't ready to cum as yet and if she didn't mind, I would keep fucking her. She said she liked the feel of my cock in her and wanted me to fuck her like this for as long as I wanted. I looked down to watch my cock go slowly back and forth in her pussy. I could see her ass just above my cock. I thought about pulling out and sticking it in her ass. I didn't know if she would like that. I began to think I wasn't going to cum again. For an older lady, she really liked sex.

I kept watching my cock go back and forth in Aunt Jane's pussy. I began to think of my wife and her brother. What if he is fucking her right now just like I'm fucking Aunt Jane? I began to visualize this pussy in front of me was my wife's pussy and my cock was Tony's cock. My mind concentrated on watching Tony fuck my wife. This brought me to the brink of a climax. I yelled that I was cumming and emptied my load in her. 

I kissed Aunt Jane goodby after agreeing to meet again soon. I was anxious to go home to see if Tony was still there. I wanted to fuck my wife after he had been with her all afternoon. 

I saw Tony's car in my driveway and was wonder if I would see them in the bedroom. I walked in to see them sitting naked together on the couch with another drink in their hands. They acted rather giddy as they greeted me and I knew they were very drunk. I noticed there was a thick bath towel on the couch where they were sitting. Evidently my wife knew she would be leaking her brother's cum and didn't want to soil our couch. Smart gal! My wife was slurring her words and said, "We had a good time, didn't we lover?" I told them I thought she ought to go to bed. Tony struggled to his feet and with both of us assisting my wife, we walked her to the bedroom. We poured her in the bed and covered her a little. She was out like a light.

I told Tony he was in no shape to drive home, but I would drive him home and he could get his car later.

While on the way to his apartment, Tony became very talkative and slurred his words. He said, " I really love fucking my sister, I mean really. She is an extra good fuck, some of the best I ever had. You're lucky to have her as a fucking good wife. Oh, let me tell you, she can really suck a cock."

I asked him how may times my wife sucked him. "Oh, let me think, she sucked me dry two times if I remember correctly. Man, she really knows how to suck a dick."

I asked him why they drank so much. "Oh man, she wanted to get real wild, extra wild I think was the words she used. She wanted me to fuck her in all different of positions. She even thought about letting me fuck her in the ass. I was able to get the head of my cock started, but she yelled for me to stop. She thought she could take it being drunk and relaxed, but decided my cock was too large and it hurt."


Aunt Jane



"Why do I have to go to Aunt Jane's?" Joan asked, near to tears. "Why do I have to go away?"

"I told you, we'll be on the road a lot this summer with your dad's work and it just wouldn't work," Alice, her mother explained for the third time. "I know you'd rather not go, but I just don't know any other way."

"I can't stand her creepy husband," Joan said.

"He's not that bad when you get to know him," Alice said. "You just need to give him a chance."

"A chance for what?" Joan asked. "He's a creep. I'm eighteen. Why can't I just stay here by myself?"

"I wouldn't be comfortable with that," Alice said. "I need to know that someone's looking after you."

"Great," Joan said. "Just great."

"So go get your bag and I'll take you to the airport," Alice said. "Your dad won't be home until late but he said he'd call you first thing in the morning."

Joan sulked all the way to the airport and was near to tears on the plane as she thought of how horrible her summer was going to be. She was in dread as she walked off the airplane and saw her Aunt Jane standing there with a big smile on her face. At least she was cool, Joan thought, noticing how she was dressed. She had on really short shorts and a halter top that barely contained her breasts. And they were big. In the air conditioning it was easy to see her nipples sticking out through the material of the halter.

Joan went over to her and received a hug and a kiss, then Jane turned to introduce the young boy standing next to her. His name was Steve and he was a nephew of Jack's, her husband. Joan was surprised to find herself liking Steve. He was tall and good looking and didn't have the bad vibes that she associated with Jack. They gathered her luggage and got into the car for the drive to the house. Jane talked nonstop the whole way to the house and Joan was sure she knew every detail of her life by the time they got there. When they got to the house Jack came out and helped carry her bags in, but not before hugging her and giving her a kiss, one that smelled of alcohol to Joan. 

Joan was shown to her room and she unpacked, wishing still that she was back home by herself. They all talked until dinner and she found that Steve was a pretty okay guy, and that Jack hadn't changed at all since she had last seen him. When they finished dinner and cleaned up, they all went into the living room to watch TV and talk. Jack brought a bottle of rum with him and steadily drank from it, every once in a while letting Alice and even Steve have a drink from it. 

After a while Joan felt tired and unhappy and announced that she was going to go to bed. She said good-night and went to take a shower. When she had finished, wrapped in a towel, she went to her room, closing the door behind her before turning on the light. When she did she was shocked to see Jack sitting on her bed, the bottle of rum in one hand and his cock in the other. Joan was paralyzed with fear as she stared at Jack. She couldn't keep her eyes off of his cock. She had only seen one or two, but this was so big that it could easily be a small child's arm. And he was stroking himself while he stared at her standing there clutching her towel tightly around herself.

"Suck my cock before you go to bed," Jack demanded.

"I will not!" Joan said, her face flushing. "And you get out of here!"

"Ha, ha, ha," Jack laughed. "You think you can tell me what to do in my own house? You must be crazy."

"I'll scream for help," Joan threatened, frightened.

"Scream," Jack said, shrugging as he took another slug from the bottle. "But get your little ass over here and suck my cock while you're doing it," he said, suddenly reaching out and grabbing her by the towel, pulling her towards him. 

She had the choice of letting him pull the towel off of her, leaving her naked, or letting him pull her closer to him. She stood trembling in front of him as he sat on the bed, his monster cock hard and standing straight out in front of him.

"Now suck on it," he said, forcing her to her knees, his cock sticking in her face.

"You can't make me do this," Joan sobbed. "I'll tell Aunt Jane and I'll call the police."

"Go ahead and call Jane," Jack laughed. "And the police won't believe a word you say. They're my friends."

"I won't, I won't," Joan sobbed. "Jane! Aunt Jane!" she cried out, struggling against his hand on her shoulder holding her on her knees. "Oh, please, Aunt Jane, help me, help me," she cried as loud as she could, Jack's laughter ringing in her ears.

The door opened and Jane stood in the entrance, now wearing only a pair of skimpy panties, her naked breasts swinging in front of her.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," she said. "Just do what he wants and he'll leave you alone."

"But I don't want to," Joan choked out. "Won't you help me?"

"Honey, there's nothing I can do," she said, fidgeting. "It's just the way he is."

"Please call the police for me then," Joan implored.

"Them!" she said contemptuously. "They're not good for anything. I've called them myself, you know. But he's their friend and they always believe him. I gave up."

"Oh, god," Joan sobbed, hearing Jack laugh.

"Now suck it or I'll really give you something to cry about," Jack said, rubbing his cock on her face, smearing her tears.

"Go on, honey," Jane said. "It's just a cock."

"But I've never..." she started to say when Jack pushed the head of his cock between her lips.

He held her head tightly as he forced an inch or two of his cock into her mouth. She almost gagged when she felt his cock fill her mouth. She had to breath through her nose in order to avoid gagging.

"Suck it, damn you, suck it," Jack demanded, shaking her hard by the shoulder. "You suck it or I'll just stick it up your ass."

Crying, Joan tried to suck on his huge cock. She had never touched one before, much less sucked one and didn't really know what to do. Jack shouted instructions at her, telling her to use her tongue, how to probe the slit at the end of his cock, how to suck on it, how to swirl her tongue all around it as he slowly slid it in and out of her mouth. Then he reached down and grabbed her hands from the towel, putting them around his cock.

"You hold it," he said, leaning back and watching as she struggled to suck on him. 

She felt her towel loosen and started to reach to catch it. 

"Don't you dare let go of me until I cum," Jack growled, pushing even more of his cock into her mouth.

Joan was still crying and now she felt her face turn red as her towel slid to the ground, leaving her naked in front of him, his cock pumping in and out of her mouth. Against her will she could feel her nipples harden and she almost died when Jack leaned forward and pinched her nipples between his fingers.

"You've got nice tits," he said, groping her and squeezing her breasts. "Come feel these," he said. 

And that was when Joan realized that Jane had never left the room, that she had been standing behind her the whole time watching as Jack forced her to suck his cock. She groaned around Jack's cock when she felt Jane's hands slide around her body to cup her breasts, gently squeezing them and softly rolling her nipples between her fingers. Then she felt Jane nuzzle her neck, her mouth next to her ear.

"Suck him hard, honey," Jane whispered. "Do it fast so he'll cum and you can stop. He's been drinking and it'll take forever if you don't work at it. And don't spit it out if you don't want to make him real mad."

Joan continued to feel tears run down her face as she attacked Jack's cock, just wanting it to end. She was faintly aware of Jane massaging her breasts as she continued to suck Jack's cock. It actually felt nice but she was too disgusted by sucking on his cock to do anything but vaguely notice. Finally it came to a point where she felt Jack's cock actually swell even larger than it had been in her mouth and he groaned and hot cum started shooting into her mouth, quickly filling it.

"Don't forget, don't let any out of your mouth," she heard Jane whisper in her ear. "He'll make you pay."

Unable to do anything else, Joan gulped, swallowing all of Jack's hot sticky cum, only to feel even more shoot from his cock into her mouth, filling it again. Three times she had to swallow before he stopped cumming. Then she sucked him totally dry and clean before he would let her stop. She just knelt there on the floor, feeling dirty, tasting Jack's cock and cum in her mouth, her nipples hard and burning.

"You'll get better before long," Jack said, his cock hanging in front of him. 

"I don't want to," Joan sobbed, ashamed.

"I'll show you something," Jack said, his words slurring as he staggered to his feet. "Come here," he said, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her to her feet. 

Joan struggled to grab her towel and cover herself as he dragged her from the room. He pulled her down the hall to Steve's room, pushing the door open and turning on the light, revealing Steve laying on his bed.

"Get up!" Jack said sharply, reaching back and pulling Jane into the room. "Suck her pussy so she won't bother me," he told him, pushing Jane onto the bed that Steve hastened to vacate. "Get to it," he demanded.

Steve quickly knelt on the floor next to his bed as Jane lifted her feet up onto the edge. He reached out and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs and dropped them on the floor. Joan's mouth dropped open when she saw Jane move her feet apart and let her knees drop outward, totally opening her completely hairless pussy. Jane had never seen another woman before and she stared at the deep pink interior, saw the milky white fluid that filled her hole. 

Then Steve was leaning forward and sliding his tongue into her pussy, licking and sucking on it while she and Jack stood there and watched. She saw Jane close her eyes, her hand resting lightly on Steve's head as he pleasured her.

"That's enough," Jack said after a few minutes. "You do it now," he said, pushing her forward. "I'll hold the towel," he said, pulling it from around her, leaving her standing naked in the room. "Do it!" he demanded, forcing her to her knees in front of Jane.

Joan stared at Jane's wide open hairless pussy. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She knew she hadn't wanted to come here, and now this is what was happening to her.

"Do it!" Jack demanded, pushing the back of her head forward until her face was jammed into Jane's pussy. "Now suck!" he said.

Tears coursing down her cheeks, Joan slowly began to lick Jane's pussy, tasting a woman for the first time. It wasn't anything like Jack's cock and she found that it wasn't at all unpleasant other than the fact that she was being forced to do it and in front of Jack and Steve. She continued to lick and suck Jane's pussy and was surprised to feel Jane moving under her mouth whenever she used her tongue in a certain way. She concentrated on these spots and soon noticed that there was a steady flow of sweet thick juice oozing from Jane's hole.

"That's it," she heard Jack say at the same time his hand came down on her ass and squeezed it. "You just keep on sucking your Aunt Jane's pussy," he said, rubbing her ass and sliding his finger down between her cheeks to rub her asshole.

Joan tried to move away from his hand but there was nowhere to go. She continued to suck on Jane's pussy until she felt Jack slide his hand further down between her ass cheeks and slip a finger between her pussy lips. This caused her to sit up, crying out at the same time.

"Stop that!" she screamed, "stop that!"

"Okay, okay," Jack laughed. "Go on, Steve, fuck her," he said.

Joan just stood there shaking as Steve dropped his underwear and revealed his cock. Joan couldn't help but notice that it wasn't as large as Jack's but it looked nicer for some reason that she couldn't explain. Maybe just because it wasn't Jack's, she found herself thinking. And then Steve was lowering himself on top of Jane, his cock sliding easily between her pussy lips and into her hole. She could feel a heat that she didn't know existed between her own legs where Jack had touched her as she watched Steve fucking Jane.

All too quickly it seemed Steve groaned and thrust one last time into Jane's pussy. Joan realized that he must be cumming and hoped that soon the nightmare of her first night would end and she could go to bed and sleep and pretend that it had never happened. Slowly Steve stood up, his cock slipping from Jane's pussy, slick and glistening with the juices from their cum. She could see that Jane's pussy was full of cum, some of it dribbling from her gaping hole.

"Now eat her again and clean that mess up," Jack said, pushing her forward once more. "And be quick about it, I want to go to bed."

Joan thought she would throw up and she knelt in front of Jane and again began to lick and suck her pussy, tasting Steve's cum filling it. Maybe it was in her mind, but Steve's cum didn't taste near as bad as Jack's, she thought as she hurriedly ate Jane's pussy. When she had sucked all of the cum from Jane's pussy she sat up, cum smeared all over her face.

"Now clean Steve's cock and you can go to bed," Jack said with a laugh at the look on her face.

Steve looked at her with compassion in his eyes and shrugged. Joan turned around and opened her mouth, letting his cock slide down over her tongue before she closed her lips on his shaft. His cock wasn't as big as Jack's and she found it much easier to suck. She now knew that she was tasting both his cum and Jane's as she quickly sucked him clean, feeling him grow hard in her mouth as she sucked on him

"Okay, that's enough," Jack said, pulling her roughly back away from Steve's cock. "You can go to bed now," he said. "But you better be in my bed in the morning sucking my cock first thing or there'll be hell to pay," he said. "Now get."

Crying and not even bothering with the towel, Joan ran from the room and into her own, slamming the door behind her and throwing herself onto the bed, tears pouring from her eyes. She cried and cried until she fell asleep, blissfully unconscious.

Joan awakened the next morning totally disoriented, not sure what was happening other than the fact that she was being dragged down the hallway into Jack and Jane's room where she saw Steve standing by the bed.

"I told you I expect you in here bright and early so you can suck my cock," Jack said, pushing her towards the bed. "Next time I have to come get you it'll be my cock and your ass, and don't you forget it."

"Oh, god, this really is happening to me," Joan cried out, covering her face with her hands.

"And it better start happening to me real quick," Jack said, laying down on the bed, his hands behind his head. "Now strip out of them clothes and get to it."

Tears coursing down her cheeks, Joan undressed and began to crawl between Jack's legs towards his cock, a sick feeling in her stomach.

"No, do it the other way," Jack said.

"What do you mean?" Joan asked, not understanding.

"I don't want to see your face," Jack said. "You face my feet."

Flushing bright red as she realized the position that would put her in, Joan hesitated.

"Do it now!" Jack roared at her, scaring her into movement.

Frightened now, Joan crawled up onto Jack's body so that her face was at his crotch and her ass and pussy were right above Jack's face. Pulling his cock from his underwear, Joan began to lick and suck on it, disgusted again by the taste of it and the size of it. From the taste of his cock this morning Joan was certain that he must have fucked Jane already, because it reminded her of the taste of Steve's cock the night before.

Thinking of Steve, Joan looked up and saw that Steve and Jane were standing by the bed watching her, Steve's cock standing out in front of him and dried cum on the inside of Jane's thigh. She continued to suck Jack's cock, feeling it grow very hard in her mouth. She used both hands to hold it and to pump it, hoping that he would cum quickly and it would be over. But tasting him and having seen the dried cum on Jane's leg, she knew that he must have just recently fucked and cum and that it would probably be hard to make him cum again.

Then she felt Jack's hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks and then spreading them apart. She knew that she must be totally exposed to him and this made her feel even more sick than she had before. She gasped on Jack's cock when she felt his fingers begin to explore her pussy, poking here and poking there, rubbing here and there. As mad and angry as it made her, Joan also realized that it was making her feel good, excited, and this made her want to cry. It sickened her that Jack could have that kind of power over her, so much so that she didn't even have any control over how she responded.

She felt his fingers press into her virgin hole, sliding in and out as she sucked his cock. Then she felt him pulling her down and she knew what he was going to do even before she felt his tongue slide into her pussy. And then she came. She had never known what it was like to really have an orgasm, but she knew that that must be what she was experiencing as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. She could feel how wet her pussy was and she could feel Jack's tongue making her crazy as he ate her. 

She renewed her efforts on his cock and sucked like crazy, just wanting it to be done so that she could get away from him. The whole time he licked and sucked her pussy, causing her to have orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, until finally she felt his cock swell in her mouth and then he was shooting cum into her throat. And she gulped it down and then another mouthful before the flow slackened, continuing to suck his cock until there was no more cum. She lifted her face from his cock, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she tried to pull away from his tongue. But he held her tight and continued to suck her pussy.

"Suck Steve now," he muttered from between her legs before going back to eating her.

She wanted to cry. It was only eight in the morning and there was the whole day ahead of her. Steve got up on the bed and stood in front of her, his cock standing out in front of him. Opening her mouth, Joan let him slide his cock in and she began to suck on him. This time she held him by his ass cheeks, using her mouth like Jane's pussy and fucking him. She liked the taste of his cock and how it felt in her mouth, she realized. It was much nicer than Jack's, even if it wasn't as big. She found herself eagerly sucking on him, wanting to suck on him, doing it for herself to erase some of the shame of feeling like Jack's fuck slave.

Jack was still sucking her pussy, and at the same time he was finger fucking her with two fingers. She sucked Steve's cock with passion, feeling him get harder and harder until finally his cock got bigger and then began filling her mouth with cum. She sucked and swallowed, enjoying again the taste of his cum. She was disappointed when finally he stopped cumming and she gave him one or two last licks before letting his cock drop from her mouth. At the same time Jack gave her a shove, pushing her off of him onto the bed.

"That's enough for now," he said. "I have to go to work. But you can suck me when I get home."

Joan just lay there on the bed frozen, not believing the hell she had landed in. She had no control whatsoever over anything. Whatever Jack told her to do, she did. And even worse, she was enjoying parts of it. Like sucking Steve's cock, like eating Jane's pussy. She lay there on the bed, her legs pressed together as Jack dressed. The whole time Jane hadn't said a word, just stood there watching everything. When finally Jack turned to leave, not saying a word to her, Joan let her breath out, hardly daring to believe that her tormenter was leaving. She just had to get out of here, she thought.




Aunt Jane



"And don't you think of trying to go nowhere," Jack said suddenly from the door as if reading her mind. "Because I'll find you no matter where you go," he said, staring menacingly at her.

Joan froze even her mind at that moment. The totality of her enslavement was rendering her helpless to even think anymore. She hadn't realized what was going on until she heard the door slam and Jane let out a big breath.

"Gee, honey, I'm so sorry about all of this," Jane said. "But there was just no way to tell your mom how he is."

"And what's your excuse?" she asked Steve, staring at him.

"It's not my idea," Steve replied. "But I do have to admit I don't mind most of it."

"Oh, what do you mind?" Joan asked, feeling anger rise towards him.

"Sometimes Jack uses him too," Jane said softly, sitting on the bed.

"Why don't you leave?" Joan asked, crying. "He's so horrible."

"Actually he's not," Jane answered. "He just demands sex whenever he wants from whoever he wants. I like sex so it's no big deal to me if it makes him happy. And since I know it's just sex to him, well, it doesn't bother me so much when he uses someone else too," she said, unable to meet Joan's eyes.

"That's sick," Joan said. "You're helping him to rape me. And you too, Steve. I'm a virgin and I've never even been anywhere near sex before. This isn't what I pictured and it certainly isn't what I want."

"I don't know what to tell you," Jane said. "You're stuck here for six weeks until your parents are back."

"I'll kill myself first," Joan declared.

"No you won't," Jane said, the first hint of a smile on her face. "I saw how much you came when Jack was eating you. And I think you enjoyed sucking Steve's cock. And you ate my pussy like you couldn't get enough. No, I think it's just Jack that you have a problem with, and I agree that he's a problem. But in another week you won't think anything of any of this. You'll see."

"You mean you really like this kind of life?" Joan asked, not believing.

"Sure I do," Jane replied. "I get as much sex as I want and from as many different people as I want. And there's no problem about it."

"Well, I don't want sex. From anybody," Joan insisted.

"Here, you liked having your pussy eaten, didn't you?" Jane asked, smiling at her. "Steve, eat Joan's pussy for her. You owe her one, I think," she said, not taking her eyes off of her.

Joan's eyes got wide and her mouth opened to protest, but nothing came out. She just sat there as Steve put his hands on her knees and forced her legs apart, exposing her pussy. She wanted to cry out, to say no, to stop him, them, but she did nothing, just watched as Steve lowered his face to her pussy and slid his tongue up inside of her. And she came right away, groaning as her pussy betrayed her yet again. And Steve sucked and licked her pussy as she came over and over and over again, not stopping until she was almost unconscious with exhaustion.

"You sleep now," Jane said, smiling at her as she lay sprawled on the bed. "You'll probably need your strength for later. And you come here," she said to Steve, pulling him out from between Joan's legs and mounting him, his cock easily finding her pussy and sliding up into her.

Joan watched as Jane slowly fucked Steve, sliding her pussy up and down on his cock. She could see the moisture glistening from the shaft of his cock after it had disappeared a half dozen times or so into Jane's pussy. She found herself almost hypnotized by the rhythm of their fucking and must have fallen asleep, because she woke up to Jane gently shaking her arm.

"Come have some lunch," she said to her. "You need to eat. Food that is," she said with a laugh.

"I want to get dressed," Joan said, feeling naked now.

"Go ahead," Jane replied. "But don't wear any panties if you don't want to piss Jack off. He hates panties."

Scrambling off the bed, Joan went to her room and pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, trying to find a balance in what was happening to her. When she got to the kitchen, Jane was standing at the counter preparing some food while Steve knelt behind her, his face jammed into her ass, his tongue teasing her.

"He's such a dear," Jane laughed when she saw Joan's face. "About the only time he doesn't have his tongue or his cock in me is when it's in someone else or someone else is in me," she said, turning and at the same time dislodging Steve. "That was nice," she said, kissing him, her tongue swirling around his for a moment. "You know you're going to lose your virginity, don't you?" Jane asked as she set the food down on the table. "There's no way Jack would miss out on fucking you if he's got you here. And if you don't make him mad, maybe he won't fuck you in the ass."

"He does that?" Joan asked, disgusted at the thought.

"Oh, yes," Jane answered. "I like it sometimes, but I don't think Steve does yet."

"He's done that to you?" Joan asked him, shock on her face.

"You're not the only one he treats like a slave," Steve said. "That's why I said I like most of this. That I don't like."

"I don't think I'd like any of it," Joan said.

"You already like some of it," Jane laughed. "Remember," she said, running her finger into her pussy then holding it up to Joan's lips, rubbing them. "Go ahead and taste," she said. "See if that brings back any memories."

Unable to resist, Joan did lick her lips, tasting Jane's pussy juices, and she did remember how much she had found herself enjoying eating her the night before. 

"See, you do like it," Jane said, caressing her cheek gently, then bending forward just a bit to kiss her softly on the mouth. "And I liked it too."

They ate breakfast, not much conversation happening, for which Joan was grateful. There were so many conflicting thoughts running through her mind, not the least of which was what Jane had said about Jack taking her virginity. He had already violated her so much and the thought of him shoving his monster cock into her virgin pussy scared her badly.

"Joan, would you mind doing the dishes?" Jane asked when they had finished eating.

"No, I don't mind," Joan said, getting to her feet.

"You can fuck me now, Steve," Jane said, sitting on the counter next to the sink, bringing her feet up onto the edge and spreading them wide apart, opening her pussy for easy access. Joan stared as Steve walked up, his cock at the ready, and buried it in one easy thrust in Jane's pussy. She watched for a minute as Steve pumped his cock in and out of Jane's pussy, seeing it get all slick and wet. She forced herself to return to the dishes, clearing the table and washing up as Steve fucked Jane on the counter right next to her. She couldn't help watching and she felt herself get wet between the legs as Jane began to pant and rub her clit furiously while Steve slammed his cock in and out of her pussy.

"Oh, yes, now," Jane cried out as Steve slammed one final time into her, his balls exploding as her pussy spasmed in orgasm on his cock.

It seemed forever to Joan before they stopped cumming and just rested, both of them breathing hard. As Steve started to pull away from Jane, she took a deep breath.

"Oh, gosh, I'm so full of your cum it will all run all over the counter," she said. "Be a dear, Joan, and clean us both up with that sweet tongue of yours, will you?"

Joan just stared at her in shock, not believing that she had made such a request and made it sound so nice.

"Oh, now, you know you didn't mind it all that much last night, did you?" Jane said. "And you might as well get used to it, you know. Jack won't let you off easy. Please, sweetie, come on and suck my pussy clean for me, then you can suck Steve's cock too."

Not believing how crazy everything was that was happening to her, Joan found herself kneeling down in front of Jane's wide-spread thighs, her pussy oozing cum. Numb, she lowered her face into Jane's gooey pussy, slurping at the cum that filled it. And again she found herself liking the taste, much to her chagrin. Using her fingers to hold Jane's pussy lips as wide apart as possible, Joan licked and sucked to her gooey pussy, lapping up the cum cocktail that filled her. When she finally surfaced to breath, Steve was standing next to her, his cock hard again with all of the juices starting to dry on his shaft. Taking a deep breath, Joan opened her mouth and let Steve slide his cock in, closing her lips on it when it banged into the back of her throat. She let her tongue slither all around him, tasting the combined cum that had dried there. She sucked him past the point of cleaning his cock and Steve began to fuck her face as her tongue and mouth worked magic on him. 

Joan couldn't believe that she was so enjoying sucking Steve's cock. 24 hours ago the thought of sucking anyone's cock would have revolted her, and now she was absolutely loving it. Then she felt the by now familiar thickening of Steve's cock and he was blowing cum into her mouth, filling it. Joan gulped and swallowed, loving the taste as she continued to suck on him, trying to get all of his cum. Then Steve stepped back, his cock flopping from her mouth, and helped her to her feet.

"Honey, if you don't just love sucking cock I've never seen anyone who does," Jane said, shaking her head. "That was a labor of love if I've ever seen one."

"It felt unbelievable," Steve agreed, smiling at Joan. 

"You do like it, don't you?" Jane asked her.

"I guess so," Joan admitted, blushing. "I mean, it tastes so good and it feels so soft and hard at the same time."

"She's a natural," Jane laughed, jumping down from the counter. "I think paybacks are in order, don't you, Steve?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" Joan asked, again suspicious.

"I think we'll suck your pussy for you and make you cum a few times," Jane said. "It's only fair."

"Oh, you don't have to do that," Joan replied, embarrassed.

"Oh, we'd love it," Jane insisted. "Wouldn't you, Steve?"

"Oh, yeah," Steve said. "I can't wait to taste that pussy."

"Come on now, sweetheart, let's get those shorts off of you," Jane said, reaching out and unsnapping the waist. "I can't wait to taste you myself," she said, pulling Joan's shorts down to the floor and leaving her naked from the waist down. "The shirt too, I think," she said, pulling Joan's t-shirt off over her head, releasing her breasts with their nipples hard and pointing. "You go first, Steve," she said, helping Joan up onto the counter edge, then bending over to suck one of her nipples into her mouth.

Joan gasped when she felt Jane suck on her nipple, then again when she felt Steve's tongue invade her pussy, driving up her hole as he began to suck on her. Jane sucked on first one, then the other of her nipples, bringing her to a fever pitch of excitement as Steve continued sucking her pussy. Then she felt a wave of ecstacy wash over her body and she was trembling, cumming all over Steve's face and tongue. When she had calmed down and Steve had sucked her dry, he and Jane switched places, Steve first kissing her, driving his tongue into her mouth and letting her taste herself.

She felt Jane's tongue in her pussy and felt herself getting wet and excited once again. Then Steve lowered his attentions to her nipples, sucking on them and kneading them, making her feel very, very good. She felt Jane begin to suck on her clit and felt her driving her fingers in and out of her hole at the same time. Her whole body felt alive as Steve and Jane sucked on her, driving her to heights of excitement that she hadn't known existed. Then she felt herself begin to tremble again and she was cumming, her juices flowing into Jane's mouth as she sucked at her hole, her fingers now rubbing her clit.

Finally they stopped sucking on her and released her, watching her sit on the counter with her feet up and wide apart, her freshly sucked pussy spread and open, her chest heaving and her nipples hard as stones.

"That was so tasty, sweetie," Jane said, rubbing her fingers between her pussy lips. "You do taste fine."

"I think you're fine too," Steve said, fondling her breasts.

"Why don't you go take a nap for awhile," Jane suggested. "You'll be needing the sleep."

"I think I will," Joan agreed, sliding from the counter top and picking up her clothes.

"Did you like that, honey?" Jane asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Oh, it felt so nice," Joan replied. "I didn't know I could feel like that."

"You'll do fine," Jane said, kissing her and letting her hand stroke her pussy. "You'll do just fine."

Joan went to her room and collapsed onto the bed, spent but feeling alive. She didn't close the door and lay sprawled on her back, her mind a'whirl with the changes her life was taking. Her hand found its way between her legs and that's how she fell asleep, a smile on her face. She was awakened later by Jane gently shaking her shoulder.

"Joan, wake up," Jane was saying. "You need to wake up now."

"Oh, why," Joan asked, stretching, smiling at Jane. "It felt so good."

"Jack's home and he wants you right now in the living room," she explained. "So you'd better hurry."

"Oh, god, not him," Joan said, sitting up, a look of terror on her face.

"Come on, you don't want to keep him waiting," Jane said, encouraging her to get up.

"Okay," Joan said, getting to her feet and reaching for her clothes.

"I wouldn't bother with those," Jane said knowingly. "You know how he is."

"I hate him," Joan said, glaring at Jane.

"Now, now, don't think like that," she said. "He's really not as bad as you seem to think. You'll see one day," she added, taking her by the hand and leading her from the room.

Joan preceded Jane down the hallway, dread in her stomach as she wondered what Jack had in store for her this time. As she entered the living room, she stopped abruptly, causing Jane to run into her from behind. Sitting in the living room was Jack and two other men in business suits and a woman, also in a business suit. Joan was totally embarrassed to be naked in front of them.

"Ah, here she is," Jack said. "Isn't she sweet looking?"

"She certainly is," the woman said, smiling at Joan.

"She's not fully trained yet, but she's learning," Jack said. "Come over here," Jack demanded of Joan, looking at her with hard eyes.

Dread filling her, Joan stumbled over to stand in front of Jack, her nipples hard with fright and embarrassment.

"Suck my cock," Jack demanded, pulling his cock from his pants. "And if you do a good job I'll let you demonstrate how well you've learned for the rest of them. If you don't, I'll fuck you in the ass right here and now."

"What about me?" the woman asked him, a smile on her face.

"Don't worry, there's plenty for you," Jack laughed. "Now get to it," he said, staring at her.

Furious and embarrassed, Joan dropped to her knees and grabbed Jack's cock and began to suck on it. As much as she hated the way he treated her, she found herself realizing that it was easier to suck his cock than it had been, and that if she didn't think about it being Jack's cock she actually enjoyed the feeling and taste of a cock in her mouth. Eagerly and hungrily Joan worked Jack's cock, sucking it and teasing him with her tongue, trying to make him cum as quickly as possible. And she was soon rewarded for her efforts as his cock exploded in her mouth, filling it with hot cum which she immediately gulped down, sucking him until there was no more.

"That was just fine," Jack said, looking her in the face as she knelt between his legs. "Now show the others what you can do," he insisted. "Suck them too. And do a real nice job and I'll have something special for you."

Embarrassed again at the entire situation, Jack's cum streaked across her mouth and being totally naked in front of all these strangers, Joan turned to the man sitting next to Jack and saw that he already had his cock out of his pants. It wasn't as big as Jack's and he had a sort of kind face, so Joan moved between his legs and began to suck on his cock. And again she found herself loving the taste and feel of a cock in her mouth as she sucked him. She blanked all thoughts of anything else from her mind except the cock in her mouth and concentrated on sucking him and getting his hot cum as a reward. And it wasn't long before it happened, his cum gushing into her mouth and filling it two, three times before the amount of cum subsided and Joan was able to suck the rest of it from his cock. She finished by swirling her tongue around the head of his cock before kissing the tip of it and sitting up on her knees.

"That was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had," the man said, smiling at her. "Stand up and let me kiss you in thanks," he said, holding out a hand to Joan.

Blushing, Joan allowed him to help her to her feet as she licked the remaining cum from her lips and swallowed it. Still holding her hand, he pulled her close to him so that she had to bend over to kiss him. As he kissed her, she felt his other hand slide between her legs and rub her pussy, which by now was soaking wet. As he broke off the kiss and she stood back up, his fingers slid from her pussy, all glistening with her juices.

"And you have one sweet, juicy pussy, too, don't you," he said, licking his fingers.

Without responding, Joan went and knelt in front of the second man, taking his cock in her hand and beginning to suck on it. Her jaw was a bit tired, but as soon as she had his cock in her mouth she forgot everything but sucking on it, trying to make him cum. And it didn't take long at all with this man, as he groaned and began to shoot his hot load into her eager mouth. Joan finished sucking him dry and sat back on her knees, looking up at Jack to see if he approved.

"You're doing fine," he said, seeing her look. "But you have one more to do."

Joan looked puzzled until she saw Jack lay his hand on the shoulder of the woman sitting next to him, who Joan had gathered was his boss. For some reason the fact that she was the boss and also very beautiful surprised her that she would be involved in something like this, but then again, everything about this surprised her. The woman smiled at her, standing up and hiking her skirt up around her waist, revealing the fact that she was wearing no panties and that her pussy was shaved bare just like Jane's. Sitting back down with her ass on the edge of the seat, she brought her feet up and placed them on the edge of the seat also, effectively spreading her thighs and exposing her obviously juicy pussy. Joan dropped to her knees in front of her and quickly dove in, driving her tongue right up her hole as she slurped at the juices that were filling her. The woman sighed and let one hand gently caress her head as she ate her pussy, noticing how different it tasted than Jane's or even her own. But it tasted good, even as good as a cock and man-cum, she thought as she licked and sucked. She had a very big distended clit and Joan was easily able to suck it into her mouth and tease it with the tip of her tongue, feeling her twitch and writhe under her ministrations. And then she was trembling and Joan tasted the fresh cum that cascaded from her pussy, slurping it up and drinking her reward for her talented pussy sucking. When she stopped trembling Joan stopped sucking, sitting upright, pussy juice smeared all across her face.

"That was just wonderful," she said, leaning forward and kissing Joan on the mouth, tasting herself. "Very nice."

Joan looked at Jack, wondering what to expect next. And he didn't disappoint her.

"You did fine," Jack said, "and now you get your reward. Get on your hands and knees with your face on the floor," he demanded.

Not exactly sure of what was going to happen, Joan did as he ordered her, kneeling on her hands and knees, her ass high up in the air while her face rested on the floor. She knew they could all see her pussy and ass from this position and she blushed as she felt a trickle of pussy juice run down the inside of her thigh. The thought that they could see how wet she was, giving away how excited she was, embarrassed her. Then she felt Jack behind her, his fingers probing her pussy and rubbing her clit. She felt first one finger, then two, then three fingers pushed into her pussy, slowly plunging in and out. She felt her excitement rising as Jack stimulated her, heightening her lust.




Aunt Jane



Then she felt him remove his fingers and then something larger was rubbing up and down between her pussy lips. By the time she realized that it was Jack's cock, he had already pushed the head of it into her pussy, causing her to gasp in pain as the size of it nearly split her open. Trying not to resist him, Joan relaxed as much as she could as Jack slowly pushed his cock into her, filling her pussy beyond comfort as he took her virginity in front of all these people. Then she felt his pubic hairs tickling her ass and she realized that his entire cock must be inside of her pussy. And for some reason she felt a sense of pride in this accomplishment, remembering how big Jack's cock was compared to all the others she had seen.

Slowly Jack began to fuck her, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy. She gasped every time he pushed it back in, it was so huge. But her pussy quickly adjusted to the size of him and she began to enjoy the sensation as his cock fucked her. Soon she was rotating her ass and trying to thrust back at him as he fucked her. He picked up the pace when he realized this and really began to slam his cock in and out of her pussy. She just lay there taking it, enjoying it, until she felt his cock get even bigger inside of her and then she realized that he was cumming in her pussy, filling it with his hot seed. When he finished and withdrew his cock from her cum-filled pussy, Joan just stayed in the same position, unable to move for the moment.

"It looks to me like she wants some more," Jack said with a laugh. "So give it to her."

Before she could react Joan felt another cock sliding into her newly fucked pussy. It wasn't as big and didn't hurt as much as she was fucked for the second time. When he had finished the other man took his place and fucked her too. And then Steve got to fuck her. By this time she was so sore and full of cum that she barely felt his cock as it sloshed around inside of her. When Steve finally came, filling her pussy with his cum too, Joan was exhausted, having cum almost nonstop ever since Jack stuck his cock in her pussy. She just rested in the same position, her ass high up in the air, her pussy lips gaping and cum drooling from her well-filled hole.

"Go ahead, paybacks are hell," she heard Jack say, then felt a pair of hands on her ass, then a tongue sliding into her gooey pussy. She groaned as she felt the tongue sliding into her, feeling herself begin to cum yet again. Straining to glance behind her, Joan realized that the woman was the one behind her sucking her cum-filled pussy. Then she heard the woman groan and saw that Jack was behind her.

"I just love fucking this ass," she heard him say, feeling his thrusts into the other woman's ass as her face would jam into her pussy.

Jane must have passed out, or fallen asleep from exhaustion, because the next thing she knew she was waking up and saw in front of her the woman on her hands and knees, one of the men under her with his cock in her pussy, the other behind her with his cock up her ass, and Jack in front of her with his cock buried in her mouth. She watched as the three men fucked her, their cocks sawing in and out of her pussy, ass and mouth.

Then Steve moved to lay on top of her, kissing her as he slid his cock into her pussy once more. It felt so good to her when she felt his cock filling her pussy and she immediately arched her back to meet his thrust. He had established a nice smooth rhythm when Jane knelt by her head, inching forward until her pussy was over her face, then lowering herself onto Joan's waiting tongue. Joan ate Jane's pussy while Steve fucked her. She felt herself cumming again and again and enjoyed drinking Jane's cum when she came in her mouth. Then suddenly Steve pulled his cock from her pussy and slid up her body, nudging Jane out of the way and pushing his gooey cock into her mouth. She eagerly sucked on it, enjoying once again the taste of herself on a cock, and he quickly came, filling her mouth with his cum as she gulped, swallowing all of it.

At the same time, the other three men had all began to cum in the other woman, filling her pussy, ass and mouth at the same time. She saw her gulping it all down, not letting a drop of Jack's cum escape her sucking mouth. Then suddenly everyone was laying in a big sprawl on the floor, legs and arms entangled in their exhaustion.

"I think this was a good party to take Joan's virginity," Jack said from where he lay on the floor. "Now she just has to suck you clean and we'll be done," he said.

Wearily Joan crawled over to where the other woman was laying on her back, her legs spread wide and cum leaking from both her pussy and ass. Joan pushed her knees up towards her chest and began to feast on the cum that filled both of her holes. She loved the taste of cum and happily sucked all of it from both her asshole and her pussy before collapsing again, completely tired.

Slowly the others got to their feet and dressed, not leaving before kissing Joan deeply, telling her that they couldn't wait until the next time. When they had left, Jack took her by the arm, smiling at her.

"You were wonderful," he said. "You took it like a pro who really loves it."

"I do like it," Joan told him, "especially when it's my choice."

"Well, where do you want to sleep tonight, then," Jack asked, a twinkle in his eye.

"With you and Jane," Joan answered without the need to think about it.

"Then so it shall be," Jack said, taking her by the hand and leading her to the bedroom.

Three or four times during the night Joan awakened to Jack pushing his cock into her pussy. They fucked and fucked and fucked and she didn't think she'd ever get enough, especially since Jane sucked her clean after each fuck. When she finally woke up in the morning, it was because Jack had turned her on her stomach and was pushing his cock into her from behind. She met him thrust for thrust and then turned around and sucked his cock clean after he had blown his load inside her pussy.



Aunt Jane



Some of my fondest memories from my youth center around my mother's younger sister Jane – my Aunt Jane. My maternal grandparents remained sexually vital and active well into their senior years. Aunt Jane was an accident, so to speak, in that she was born eighteen years to the day after my mother was born. She was also born the year mom and dad got married. She is fourteen months older than I am.

When Jane was two, grandmother had to have hip replacement surgery, and was unable to take care of Jane, grandpa, and their home. Grandpa hired a woman to come in and cook meals and clean house, but grandma wouldn't let the woman take care of Jane. As a result, Jane came to live with my parents and me. We were raised as brother and sister for almost a year before, after a second surgery, grandma was again able to care for her daughter.

Even after Jane went back to live with grandpa and grandma, she spent a lot of time at my home. We lived only a short distance from one another, and our parents thought it was good for us to have someone about our own age to play with. All of the kids who lived near either of us were three or more years older than we were. So, Jane and I grew up together.

That was the way things stood until Jane graduated from high school and went off to college in Socorro. I was in my senior year at Belen High School at the time.

During her first year away from home, Jane, like so many college freshmen, was more interested in social life, and her newfound freedom from parental control than was good for her. She joined a sorority that had a reputation for throwing wild parties that on occasion turned into orgies. Jane lost her virginity at one of those parties. To this day she doesn't know who the boy was who, after he had come in her, pulled out and shouted to everyone else in the room, "Hey, look! I just popped a cherry," and waved his limp, blood stained cock for everyone to look at.

I bought a twelve year-old '54 Chevy that year, and after a lot of hard work got it to looking good, and even better – running good. I was proud of that car.

My eighteenth birthday was on a Saturday that year. I didn't want to spend it at home with mom and dad. I talked them into celebrating a day early by taking me to dinner in Albuquerque. I also talked them in letting me call Jane and arrange to visit her over the weekend. She had an apartment off campus and I knew that she would be a lot of fun to be with. We always enjoyed being together. At the time, I had no idea how much fun we would have before I returned home early, very early, Monday morning.

When I got to Jane's apartment she asked me in and showed me where to put my pack in which I had a change of clothes, my camera, and a package of rubbers. I was still a virgin, but had hopes that I'd be able to hook up with one of Jane's liberal minded girl friends before the weekend was over. Little did I realize that it would be Jane and not one of her friends who would be the first to feel my cock inside her.

I had to pee and asked Jane where her bathroom was. She grabbed me by the hand and drug me down the hall. When we got to the bathroom door, Jane pushed me inside and came in too. I was a little surprised, but hell, we had peed in one another's presence hundreds of times growing up together. I whipped my dick out and let a powerful stream splash into the toilet bowl. Jane just stood there grinning.

When I finished, I shook a couple of drops from my penis and while I was stuffing it back inside my jeans, I saw Jane sliding her jeans and panties off her butt. I hadn't flushed the toilet. Jane sat down on it and mixed her piss with mine.

Like I said, Jane and I had peed in one another's presence hundreds of times as little kids, but this time there was something different about it. Hearing the buzz of her piss splashing against the front of the toilet bowl, and smelling its odor made my cock stiffen in my hand. It got so hard so fast that I couldn't get it back inside my pants. I stood there in front of my Aunt with a red face, and a very hard cock.

Jane giggled and reached out to stop me as I continued trying to stuff my dick back inside my jeans. "Don't, Lang. Don't put it away. I want to look at it and touch it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Suddenly it dawned on me. We weren't little kids any more. We were not innocently playing doctor. We were two horny young people with raging hormones.

Jane only stroked my dick a couple of times, just enough to smear the pre-come that was leaking from it over the glans. Then, she stopped, wiped her pussy with a piece of tissue, stood, pulled up her clothes, flushed the toilet, and went to the sink to wash her hands.

I finally managed to stuff my cock back into the confines of my tight jeans, and washed my hands too. By then, Jane was back in her living room/bedroom drinking a Dr. Pepper. As I entered the room, she said, "There are more drinks in the fridge. Help your self."

I opened the fridge and saw that Jane had some St. Pauli Girl beer. On occasion I had sneaked one of dad's beers at home, and liked the taste of a cold brew. "Can I have one of your beers," I asked.

"Sure, you're a big boy now. But, only one. I need for you to take me up to the Waldo Mine. I left something up there yesterday that I need for class on Monday."

"Great. I've heard a little about the Waldo. Is it really a working mine?"

"It is, but it doesn't have enough ore to make it a commercially viable operation, so now its main function is as a laboratory for mining and geology students."

"You're studying English and journalism. What were you doing up there?"

"One of my assignments is to write a descriptive essay. I went up there to see for myself what I would be describing."

We finished our drinks. Jane packed a lunch. I emptied my clothes out of my pack, but left the camera and rubbers in it. I then put the stuff Jane had fixed for our lunch and some more drinks into it, along with an old GI blanket to spread on the ground while we ate.

The Waldo Mine is in the mountains southwest of Socorro. It takes almost forty-five minutes to get there. When we arrived, we checked in at the mine office, got hard hats and big, high-powered flashlights and went down into the mine to where Jane had left her notebook. Raul, one of the mining students whom Jane knew went with us and told us something about the geology of the mine and the things he was learning about hard rock mining. After we got Jane's notebook, Raul asked if we would like to see still more of the mine. I didn't wait for Jane to answer; I told him yes.

We spent another hour wandering there in the cold tunnels of the mine. Raul obviously lived and breathed mining. He enthused over practically every outcropping of ore, every stope, every place where it had been necessary to put in extra timber bracing to keep the mine ceiling from falling in. Later, back at my car, Jane asked, "Lang, why in hell did you go and tell Raul you wanted to see more of the mine? It's cold down there."

"I'm sorry, Jane. It's just that I'll graduate at the end of this semester, and I've got to think about going to college. I wanted to find out if I might want to come here to study geology or mining."

"Do you?"

"No. After an hour in there, I know that I need to be able to see sunlight. I think I'll go to UNM and study biology. I think I would like to be a wild-life biologist and work in either a state or a national park or forest."

"That would certainly keep you outdoors."

"Hey," I said, as I looked at my watch. Look at the time. No wonder I'm hungry."

"Yeah. I'm hungry too. Let's go someplace where we can spread the blanket on the ground and have a picnic."

"You know this area better than I do. Do you know a nice place?"

"Uh huh. There's a side road about a mile and a half up the highway that leads to a place the sorority girls sometimes use for their outdoor parties. There's a stream there, and a large grassy area, and even some fire pits for cooking food and for keeping warm at night."

"Sounds good to me."

We arrived at the place Jane had described about fifteen minutes later. From the main highway, the road is little more than two ruts wending up the hill side between piñon pines and juniper. My old car's springs and shocks took a real beating getting to the site Jane guided me to, but once we got there, I was happy with it. We were in a small glade next to a burbling stream. None of the trees had canopies to shield us from the direct sun, but some fairly tall ones on the west side of the clearing threw enough of a shadow to give us a little cool shade in which to sit as we ate.

I spread the blanket and started to get the food out of my pack. Jane had beat me to it. She had already set out the sandwiches, and drinks, but was looking for a tube of German mustard down in the bottom of the pack. What she pulled out was not the mustered; it was one of my condoms.

"And with whom did you plan to use this," she asked.

"I didn't have anyone in particular in mind. I just wanted to be prepared incase..."

"Oh!"

I don't know what that, "Oh!" signified, but it was said in a manner left me curious. I would have expected it to have been intoned as a question. It wasn't. It was very definitely an exclamation – an exclamation, the significance of which puzzled me.

Nothing more was said about the rubber as we ate our lunch. Both of us were hungry and polished off all of the sandwiches Jane had packed. We also killed two beers each, even though by that time they were a little warm.

After we ate, we bagged the trash in a plastic bag and stuffed it into my pack. Then Jane lay down on the blanket.

"Lang?"

"What?"

"I shouldn't have drunk so much beer."

"Oh, is it getting to you?"

"No. Not in that way, anyway. I've got to pee."

"Well take your pants down and do it."

"But, you'll see me."

"It won't be the first time. That never stopped you when we were little kids."

"But we were little kids then. It didn't mean anything to us then."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, this morning when we peed in the bathroom you got a hard-on, and I felt a tingle in my pussy that made me want you to touch me."

"And you're afraid that I'll get hard again if I watch you pee. Does that bother you?"

"No. I like looking at a hard cock. What bothers me is that you're my nephew. You shouldn't make me feel the things I felt when I saw your hard cock this morning."

"Yeah. I think I know what you mean. When I heard and smelled your piss, and got that erection, I wanted to reach down and feel your pussy. I wanted to feel the piss that was squirting out of you, and that surprised and scared me."

"Did you really want to feel my pee on your hand?"

"Yeah! It sounds perverted, but I really did."

"Is that all you wanted to do?"

"No. I, I wanted to watch it squirt out of you. I've seen you sit on the john and pee many times, but I've never seen where your piss comes from. I wanted to see it so bad. That's what made my cock get hard."

Jane's face got red, and she seemed to be having difficulty breathing. Suddenly, she blurted out, "Do you really want to watch me pee?"

"Yes. I just told you that."

Jane sat up, shimmied out of her jeans and panties and said, "Come on before I chicken out." She then led me over to a fallen tree at the edge of the clearing. She squatted on the tree trunk and spread her legs.

I knew that if I got down where I could really see, I would get wet. I started taking my clothes off.

"Lang, what the hell are you doing?"

"I want to see where your pee comes from, but I don't want my clothes to get wet."

"Oh. Okay, but hurry. I can't hold it much longer."

I hurried. When I was naked, I squatted down between Jane's knees, reached out and spread her hair covered outer pussy lips. I'd never before seen what a girl has between those big lips, but I knew her pee hole must be between them. When I spread the outer labia, the inner labia separated too and I was able to see the mouth of her vagina. At the top of her opening, just a little below the bulge that I later learned was her clit, there was a little bulge with a small hole in it. Without warning, that hole opened and a powerful jet of hot, golden, fragrant urine spurted out.

I was down so close to her pussy, trying to see everything, that I couldn't move out of the way fast enough. Jane's piss hit me square on the mouth. It did so with such force that some went between my lips. It was, damn it all, it was good. I opened my mouth wide and followed the stream down to its source. I was swallowing like mad, but couldn't swallow fast enough. Her piss flowed out of my mouth and down over her vulva and across her anus to fall onto the log between her heals.

As she continued to pee, I plunged my tongue into her vagina. Her pee tasted something like beef bullion, but what I tasted inside her cunt was entirely different. From that first taste, I knew I liked eating pussy.

Jane stopped pissing, but I didn't move my mouth from her vulva. I continued thrusting my tongue into her as deep as possible, and then licking up across her swollen clit.

My tongue on her clit must have felt especially good to her for once when I flicked it, she grabbed my head and said, "Oh, oh, lick me right there. Suck on me there."

I did. Jane's scream scared the shit out of me. I jumped back, but she was holding my head so tightly against her cunt that I jerked her off the log she was squatting on. I fell on my back. Her snatch was still glued to my mouth. She was shaking a moaning and having a fit.

After what seemed like a long time, but was probably only a few seconds, Jane calmed down and pulled off my face. I took a long, badly needed breath. She had almost smothered me, and asked, "Jane, are you okay? What happened to you?"

"Ummm, yes. I'm fine. You just made me come."

I had come a lot of times when I jacked off, and always enjoyed it, but I didn't know women also had orgasms. Jane's revelation was just that. A revelation.

Jane continued, "Lang, that was the best orgasm I've ever had. Thank you."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Have you ever eaten a girl before?"

"No. You're the first girl whose pussy I've ever seen, much less touched and kissed."

"You mean you've never fucked a girl."

"Uh huh. One girl I dated let me play with her tits inside her bra, but that's all I've ever been able to do."

"Then why are those rubbers in your pack?"

"Like I said; I like to be prepared. I was hoping that this weekend here I could meet one of your girl friends and maybe get a little action from her."

"Well, I'm not about to introduce you to any of them."

"Why not."

"Because, stud. I want that hard cock of yours for myself."

When she said that, I looked down. I knew I had a hard-on; I could feel it, but I was surprise to see how hard and large it really was. It never got that hard when I jacked off.

Jane grabbed my cock and started pulling me by it back to the blanket. When we got there she said, "Hurry, get one of those rubbers out of your pack and let me put it on you."

I was shaking like a leaf while digging down into the bottom of my pack. I couldn't believe it. My Aunt Jane wanted to fuck me.

I finally found the rubber and tore the foil pack open, but didn't take the condom out. I handed it to Jane.

"Come here, stud."

Jane again took my cock in her hand and pulled me toward her. I expected her to roll the rubber onto my prick. She didn't. She pulled me real close and then leaned forward to take my rigid shaft into her mouth. I almost came right then. I had never felt anything so exciting. My Aunt Jane, the most beautiful woman I knew, was sucking my cock. Had anyone told me the day before that this would happen, I would have told him he was crazy. Now I felt crazy – crazy with the most exciting, most wonderful feelings I had ever experienced.

As she bobbed her head back and forth, sliding my dick in and out of her hot mouth, Jane reached down between her legs and played with her own pussy.

I didn't even have time to warn Jane. My come erupted into her mouth in a series of rapid fire squirts. I felt Jane's mouth and tongue working frantically as she swallowed my come.

Too weak kneed to stand, I sank down onto the blanket next to Jane. There was a little bit of my white come on her lips as she brought her mouth to mine to kiss me.

I had French kissed a couple of times with girls I dated, but never had one of them kissed me the way Jane did. I could smell and taste my come on her mouth. I could feel her tongue as deep in my mouth as I had earlier stuck mine into her vagina.

We were both breathing heavily. I with a difficulty I've come to realize was a sign of my sexual arousal. Whenever I get really turned on, my nasal turbinates swell just as my cock does, and I have to breathe through my mouth. That's the only time that I don't hate having a stuffy nose.

My cock softened a little after it shot off in Jane's mouth, but never really went limp. Jane's kiss wouldn't let it. More than that, as we kissed, she reached down and began sliding her hand around all over my cock. It was still oozing come and a fresh batch of pre-come, and she was spreading all of that slippery stuff over every millimeter of my dick, bringing it back to life.

As soon as Jane convinced herself that I was hard enough, she broke that torrid kiss, took the rubber out of the foil and rolled it down over my throbbing hard-on. She then put her hand on my chest and pushed me down so that I was lying on my back.

Before I realized what was happening, Jane was astraddle my hips and had my rubber clad dick wedged between her labia minor right at the opening of her vagina.

Ooofff. I felt my cock being engulfed in the hottest, most glorious tight cavity one could imagine. Our short hairs meshed as she bottomed out and began making little circular motions that ground her clit against my mat of pubic hair. Then she began sliding up my shaft, and then plunging down again. Wow. I thought. No wonder all the guys at school talk so much about how good it feels to fuck.

It had been less than five minutes since I had filled Jane's mouth with the largest amount of come I'd ever shot out, but now I felt another orgasm building. I didn't want it. I wanted to continue feeling Jane's hot, tight vagina sliding up and down my rubber clad dick. I wanted to continue playing with the distended nipples, to watch her naked breasts bouncing and swaying as she rode me. I counted backwards from a hundred. I did algebra in my head. I did everything I could think of to keep from ejaculating.

Then Jane began to wail again and went rigid. She was coming. That was all for me. My come exploded into her tightness. I had thought coming in her mouth was the ultimate orgasm. Boy was I wrong.

Jane's orgasm was making her pelvic muscles squeeze the living bejeepers out of my cock, and that was making every spurt of come from my dick fight its way out into the little nipple at the end of the rubber I was wearing. Eewww damn! What a come. What a feeling.

Then it dawned on me. I was no longer a virgin. On my eighteenth birthday I'd fucked a woman. Hell – it wasn't just any woman. It was my Aunt Jane. She was only fourteen months older than me, but she was still my aunt. I'd had my first fuck, and committed incest doing it.

I didn't know what to think. Part of me was happy and proud, and wanted to shout to the world that I was a real man. I had fucked. Another part of me ached with shame. I had fucked my mother's baby sister.

Jane saw the confusion I was feeling. It must have been written all over my face. She kissed me and said, "It's okay, Lang. It's okay. I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted you inside me more than I've wanted any of the boys I've fucked since I lost my virginity."




Aunt Jane and His First Time



"Such a long holiday now you're at College," said his mother, "What are you going to do with yourself?"

"Off with my mates in August. Now? Thought I might drop down and see Aunt Jane for a few days."

"Aunt Jane? Well, that would be very nice of you. What put it into your head?"

"She was obviously pretty broken up with Uncle Bob dying, when she stayed with us. Thought she might like a bit of family company. She hasn't taken up with anyone else has she?"

"Not that I know of. They were very close. Such a lottery isn't it -- him getting so ill at only his age. Do you want me to ring her for you?"

"I was going to myself."

"Might be easier for me to find out if she really wants to have you staying. She wouldn't want to hurt your feelings."

"OK. Not really on to go so far unless I do stay." In fact he had quite another reason for wanting to stay, the idea of a gamble he might or might not take according to how things worked out.

He drove up in the late afternoon after a long day's drive. She lived in quite a large suburban house, up a short drive. He had not seen it since he was a child, but decided he did not like it -- Uncle Bill, his mother's brother, had been a beefy obvious sort of man who had bought an obvious house. Neither were much to his own taste.

His wife was another matter. When he rang she answered, looking far better than when he had last seen her soon after Uncle Bob's death. She was a fully built woman in her early forties, wearing a summer dress, her off-blond hair its natural colour.

She welcomed him, showed him to a pleasant room at the top of the house, gave him time to shower and change, and had made a real effort with the meal she had laid out for the two of them on the plain wood table of her large kitchen. They gossiped of family matters and of his first year at college, and got through the best part of a couple of bottles of wine. At last, over coffee, he broached the topic he had come to broach.

"So," he asked, "How's your social life? Have you taken up with anyone else at all?"

She looked rather surprised by this, but went with it. "Since you ask, not really. I have my friends of course. But if you mean men, no."

"Too soon? Not interested?"

"Quite an interrogation. Actually not too soon and not not interested. More opportunity has not knocked. Or, to be frank, it has knocked a few times but not to do with anyone I would want to spend much time with."

"You're a very attractive woman. There must be lots of worth while men out there who'd grab at the chance of you." He looked at her intently.

She seemed taken aback again.

"You think so do you? That's new on me. Since when?"

"Since when we were on holiday, do you remember, you and Uncle and mum and dad and me, in that hotel south of Venice."

"That's very precise. How come?"

This was the point at which he had to dare all.

"It was one morning. After breakfast. Before we went out into the hills for lunch. Do you remember?"

"I dimly remember the lunch. Breakfast and after breakfast have left no trace."

"I was coming back to my room after breakfast. It was just along the corridor after yours, on the other side. You'd left the door ajar."

"Had we indeed."

"I couldn't help hearing."

"Come on, spit it out. Hearing what?"

"Well, you calling out to him."

"Calling?"

"That you wanted him. It was so sexy. I saw you absolutely differently after that."

"Calling out that I wanted him? Sounds very elaborate. What was I actually calling out?"

"You were calling out -- you won't be offended?"

"I won't be at all offended. I'm intrigued. Not that I remember. I'll have to take your word for it."

"You were calling out, Fuck me, Fuck me, only loud, you know."

"You mean I was shouting?"

"Yes, you really were."

"And did you see anything?"

"No. Just heard you shout. Then I went past."

"And that turned you on?"

"Ever since then I saw you differently. As such a sexy woman. Big, lusty, brave, really sexy, the way you look, you move, everything, that I'd never realised till then."

She paused for thought, looking at him quizzically while he stared intensely into her eyes.

"Have you fucked anyone yet?"

"No, I haven't.

Another pause, then,

"I suppose there's always a first time."

She got up and went over to the deep, battered old black leather sofa that ran along one wall of the kitchen.

"I think I remember now," she said as she sat down, "I was on the edge of the bed." 

She lay back with her head and the tops of her shoulders just propped up by the back of the sofa and her bottom sticking out a bit from its edge. She looked at him as if to see how he was taking it. He stared.

"I remember I raised my legs, right up" -- and with this she raised her legs and held onto her knees right up just next to her shoulders. She was careful to keep her skirt between her legs to block the view, but it fell back from her full thighs, which looked so real to him, so unlike mere photos or the smooth featureless thighs of young girls at the swimming pool. She was giving him a chance he could take up or not.

"Was he -- fucking you then?" he asked.

"No. He was standing in front of me. Come over here if you want and I'll show you. Yes -- nearer, between my legs but not touching the bed, the sofa. There, that's better. I was looking at his cock. Telling him to fuck me, but before he did."

He stood there stalled for the moment. He was astonished at her cool. He could feel his cock was swollen but not erect, its head still lower than its root, its length pressing against the side of his trousers.

"Maybe if I gave you something to look at you would get the idea," she said, and pulled up her skirt so that her white cotton pants came into view, cut round the sides of her bottom, and with a loose pouch between her legs. He could not see the actual outline of her sex, but a few stray wiry hairs stuck out from the sides of her pants where her sex must be.

Slowly, so that she could tell him to stop if she wanted, he unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers then his underpants. She said nothing, just held her thighs open while he watched. He tucked up his shirt and started touching his cock, conscious that she was looking at it. He was too nervous for his touches to have much effect.

"It needs encouragement, " she said, "Take your damned shoes and the rest off."

"And my shirt?"

"No -- I like it with some clothing."

He fiddled about at his feet feeling embarrassed while he divested himself as required, than stood again. His cock, discouraged by this distraction, had further shrunk.

"That's all right," she said. She put her hands down the sides of her thighs, lifted her bottom, and started to draw her pants off, slowly. He gazed as the crack of her bottom started to appear, and she could lower herself again. Slowly like the curtain of a theatre the white pants withdrew to reveal, of all things, her anus - somehow, daftly, he had not expected it. It was so desirable, another surprise, so neat, a tiny hollow infolded among its radiating ridges, deep set in an aureole of dark brown flesh that gradually merged with the paler flesh of her cheeks. She had paused, obviously well aware of its fascination, giving him time. Then she tugged off the pants, pulled them over her feet, and chucked them away. The thick hair of her bush, the fat closed lips of her sex, were only a few feet from him. He clutched at his cock.

"Come back here and let me encourage it," she said, lowering her legs, "Turn round. Back over me."

He turned and planted his knees on the sofa on either side of her. She pulled him backwards, then pushed him carefully down to just where she wanted him. He felt a soft touch between his balls and his anus -- she was tonguing him, wetly stroking. Her right hand went up to encircled his cock from behind. She touched it so gently, smoothing it, stroking it as one might a pet, clasping it softly as it grew. She shifted him back a bit. His felt his balls dangling around her mouth and then the one that hung lower being taken into her, gently sucked. It was so exciting, not physically so much as in the idea of it and that idea actually happening, real. She pushed him forward a little and he felt her tongue in the ring of his anus, moving round and round its indentations and feeling and tipping at the centre. He thought with sudden and incongruous relief how fortunate it was that he always washed it after he had been to the lavatory. 

She pushed at his back. Lifted his bottom, said, "Go down. Go forward. Lick me." Then drew him back onto her.

He bent right forward. Below his eyes was her mat of hair and her fat slit. He managed to reach across with one hand and open the slit, not as easy as it seemed, disentangling the hairs. Inside she was pink, like the photos of sexes he had seen. But what he had not expected was how wet she was. She glistened. He pushed a finger tentatively inside her -- she was soaking. But he had been told to lick. He bent, got his tongue at her, licked down through what he knew were the shaft of her clitoris, the little knob at the end, her inner lips, her vagina. His cock jerked and throbbed in response.

She let go of it, pulled him back up. He was sorry at the interruption.

"Go and stand where you were," she said.

He did so, staring down at her, still in her dress, as she raised her knees again to offer herself to him. He held his cock, now rigid. She put a hand on her cunt, opened its lips, spread them for him, showing him the wet pink depths.

"Now - bring it to me," she said.

He bent over her, his cock almost touching her.

"Rub up and down with it," she said, "Gently." He sank it between her open lips, felt her wetness, rubbed his tip against her clitoris.

"Now," she said, "Slip it in. Carefully. Get the angle right."

He shuffled about, pushed at his cock, slid into her hole, slipped inside.

"How's that?" she asked.

"It's lovely. It's so soft. It clasps. So natural. At last. Such -- such a relief."

"You can say that again. Now go in and out. Easily. Not like machine gun fire. Take time to enjoy it."

He slid to and fro. It was wonderful. So easy. So right. His cock loved it. So much so that, to his surprise..."

"Oh, I think I'm going to come. I'm so sorry," - he knew enough to know she was only at the start.

She laughed. "That's fine. What I expected. Only natural, like you say. It's lovely for me too, to give it to you, to see you loving what I can give you."

He kept on moving and the swell, starting at the root of his cock, surged up it, flooded out if him and into her. The rim at the head of his cock quivered in ecstasy, so pleasurable it was almost pain, and his whole body seemed to vibrate in rejoicing.

He eased, slowed -- and did not quite know what to do next.

"It's nice to linger," she said, "But not in this position."

He eased out, half sat and half lay next to her on the sofa.

"Don't worry if you've gone off the whole idea now you've come, " she said, "Sometimes it just works that way. Give yourself a pause and a break and interest will revive, believe me."

He held her hand, and the two of them clasped one another. They lounged together, their bodies oddly half-clothed.

After a while, she bent over him, stroked his hair. "I'm not going to ask you to share my bed to-night," she said. "You may feel anything. You may want to get out now, go home. Don't feel guilty though. I won't. You wanted it, you wanted me, and I'm glad to give you both."

Another stroke of his hair, a quick kiss on his lips, and she was off. He lay back. Go off straight away? She had a point. Stay on? Then what? Do it again, he supposed. Did he want to? He could scarcely not if she wanted to. Or she might not -- might think enough was enough. Or they might do it in other ways - such as he had often imagined -- but then it felt quite different, the idea of doing them with Aunt Jane, which anyway might not suit her. He was so relieved it had happened, and proud he had taken his gamble. But he had no idea what he wanted to happen next.

He got up, opened the kitchen window on the warm sweet night air, and slumped back facing it, not so much thinking as just slumped.



Aunt Jane and His First Time Ch. 02



When he came down in the morning he found her dressed in a thick white cotton house coat and sitting at the kitchen table over a cup of coffee. She looked at him, cool and amused.

"What'll you have for breakfast," she asked, "There's most things." He saw a place had been laid for him.

"You didn't think I'd gone then?" he asked.

"The great detective saw your car was still outside the house."

He helped himself to orange juice and cereal.

"So," she said, maintaining her look of quiet amusement, "What would you like to do to-day? We could look around the town - a couple of interesting churches. Or there are some lovely walks, along the river, up onto the downs. While you think I'll make you some fresh coffee."

She stood up. Her housecoat was up to almost her neck, came down to her calves and concealed her figure. He was suddenly flushed with lust. He got up, grabbed her feeling for her shape under the shapeless coat, and kissed her abruptly. She did not open her mouth to his tongue, but backed off while holding him round the waist, keeping her cool."

"What's this? Enthusiasm for my ideas?"

"I want - I want to please you. This time."

"Do you? Please me? Yes, I suppose you could do that." She spoke thoughtfully, lingeringly. Then her hands pressed down over his bottom, slowly felt his buns, curved under to caress the swell of them from beneath. "Yes, I could adjust myself to that. I'll do your coffee then I'll go and have my shower. I'll think about just how you could please me. And when you're ready to go about it, just come up to my bedroom. You know where it is." She detached herself, busied herself at the kettle, put a fresh cafatière of coffee in front of him to brew, and vanished.

His ideas about how to please her were pretty straightforward, simplistic even, but his experience almost nil. After being overcome with lust, he was now apprehensive. She had been so good to him the evening before and he really did want to please her, but just what beyond the obvious might be involved and could he manage it?

Eventually he made his way into her room. She was seated at her dressing table, still in her house coat.

"Now," she said rising, "I've got just the thing for you to do that would really please me." She came and hugged him briefly, hand round the back of his head to stroke his hair. Then she went over to her big double bed, pulled the duvet off onto a chair, and lay on the bed with her knees and feet over the edge, much as she had been the night before on the sofa.

"You just kneel right there in front of me," she said. She raised her knees till her feet were on the bed and parted them, but continued to conceal herself under her housecoat. He duly knelt.

"Now you're going to give me a nice thorough licking," she said, "And I'm going to tell you all about how to do it. You'd better open me up with your fingers first. Then get yourself down there and lick up right from my bottom to the top of it all, nice and wet, slowly, and keep at it." 

She pulled her housecoat aside and lay back. He found himself staring the fat lips of her cunt and their sprinkling of off-blond hair, with her thick thatch above. Aunt Jane herself had vanished from sight - he could only see the swell of her stomach. He was glad of it. His education had so stuffed him with ideas about the whole person, the total relationship, woman as not just objects and so on - but here the object, her cunt, was exactly what he wanted to focus on undistracted. He stared at her lips and at the dry wrinkled skin of her inner lips between them, closed as if permanently in a twisting join, and fusing at the top into the slight swelling of what was presumably the shaft of her clitoris. He had thought of a cunt as simply a slit but it was not like that at all. It was a substantial affair. He thrust the fingers and thumb of his right hand down its sides and clasped its bulk, fascinated and with a degree of awe.

Suddenly remembering he was supposed to be pleasing his aunt, and grateful she had kept quiet and not hurried him, he put one thumb on each lip and pulled the two apart - not easy as the hairs were a bit tangled and her inner lips stuck together. Inside she was pink and extraordinarily complicated. How simple his own male apparatus seemed by contrast. No doubt all would become clear to him in time.

A faint thick smell of womanhood reached him. It restored him to lust. He thrust forwards and stuck his tongue in the crevice of her bottom as instructed. Then drew his tongue over the ridge of her anus, dipped into a tiny hollow at its centre, and ran over smooth ground till he hit the base of her cunt. But that had closed up again. He had to use his thumbs to open her again. His tongue abruptly slid right down into the indefinite, to rise again onto her moist inner plateau. Then he skidded unintentionally round the sides of her inner lips, which had closed though her cunt was open. All very complicated. It was not easy to insert his fingers and hold them apart so that his tongue could slide up between them. He liked her taste - sharp but not strong. He came up against the almost vertical bastion of her clitoris, surmounted it and slid away down its diminishing shaft till he was licking her hair. He went back to the base.

"Keep it wet," she said in friendly tones, "And not so hard. A smooth even glide, if you please."

He held the cheeks of her bottom apart, affording a lovely rank view of her wrinkled anus in its wide aureole of brown skin. He set off again. The difficulty remained her inner lips, which kept joining up and deflecting him round them, but he developed a way of letting a finger go first to part them. 

He felt he had sussed the thing out. More to it than he would have thought. But now he could relax and enjoy it. His saliva flowed generously over his tongue. He speeded up with greater confidence. He wriggled the tip of his tongue in that intriguing hollow of her anus, then round the larger and less defined opening of her vagina, and noticed that when he did so she quickly grew moister till she was wet, not just moist. He noticed she had raised her arms - he could not see, but reckoned she must be caressing her breasts. Her breathing grew deeper.

"Lovely," she said, "Just keep it going. No faster. No harder." He licked on, tongue fully extended and quite at home in its new area of activity.

"Lovely," she said again. "Now - put your tongue up to the shaft of my clit and just flick it gently to and fro and from top to bottom - it'll rub against the bone beneath - gently mind."

It was just as she said - he could feel the shaft under his tongue and it shifted to and fro as he flicked it. He thought it was swelling a bit, especially down at the lower end.

"Can you feel the little rim just before the end?" she said, "Just touch below it with your tongue, wriggle it the tiniest bit, gently, it's very sensitive."

He explored with the very tip of his tongue and found the rim, then titivated with the very tip just below it. She let out a great sigh. "Yes," she said, "Yes. Now. This is the main bit. Lick and flick up and over the tip of my clit. I'll let you know if you've got it right."

Pleasing her was a complex business but absorbing. He loved it. He got his tongue down onto the flat spaces of her cunt between her inner lips and flicked up over the knob. Feeling the knob under his tongue, it had swelled up as a tiny ball.

"Yes. Again. A little softer. Keep it wet. A little slower. Yes. Lovely. You really are lovely. Now keep it going just like that. Don't change. Don't start to speed up or do it harder when you feel I'm getting close."

Her breathing deepened. Her stroking of her breasts was slower. Her knees lifted and parted a little more. Her thighs swung too and fro. He licked and flicked, excited himself at her growing excitement. It was like someone climbing a slow mountain slope. 

But the slowness created a difficulty. His tongue got painful at the root from the unaccustomed and unvarying movement. He tried using his neck more than his tongue but his neck did not take to it much either. His knees were getting painful, stuck in the same position on the floor. It all became less of a matter of being excited himself than of making sure he did not ruin her rising excitement.

"Yes!" she cried suddenly and loud. "Yes! Keep going. Don't change. That's it. Yes! Yes! Oh! It's coming. It's coming. Don't stop for god's sake. Oh! Oh! Yes! This is it! It's here! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Her bottom leapt and jerked and he had a job to keep at her clit. Her thighs clamped tight round his head, jerked it up and down along with her bottom, him from side to side. He managed to keep licking. Her cunt flooded, pouring liquid down all over his trapped chin. It was extraordinary, a phenomenon, he was caught up in it literally and metaphorically, he had never imagined the like, this big woman in the throes of ecstasy and hurling him to and fro with her thighs.

Eventually, but not quickly, she calmed, lowering her thighs, releasing his head.

"Just lick softly, "she said, "Up and down my cunt. Go very easy on my clit. Ease me down gently."

He licked, amazed at how wet she was, her vagina like a well, and all tasting more strongly that at the start, and the smell of her so pungent. He went slower and slower, and that seemed to please her. Besides being easier on his tongue. Eventually he pulled back.

She sat up, bent over, took hold of his head.

"That was wonderful," she said, "But you know that don't you? You pleased me all right. Completely. Come up and lie beside me. Take your things off first.

He hastily undressed while she managed to rouse herself enough to shed her house coat and pull the duvet over to cover them. They lay side by side, their bodies touching. No need to say anything - each lingering in the feel of it all.

Eventually she stirred. 

"I'm going to do something very nice for you," she said, "And for me too, seeing as what pleasing me is your idea for to-day." She got up and headed for her bathroom. He looked at her full body and bottom, a real woman not a half-child or stick insect.

She came back with a towel, went over to her dressing table to get something and came back. "Lie back," she said, "With your legs apart. Close your eyes. Just relax." She tucked the towel under his bottom, then started to stroke his arms, his chest, slowly and lightly. "Relax," she said, "Relax. No effort from you this time round. Just relax." She stroked his legs downwards, and then the tops of his thighs, taking her time. He did relax, gave up control, lie and let her do as she was doing. Then she touched his cock. Very lightly. Barely touching. Stroked his stomach. Came back to his cock, held its weight softly in her hand. Slid another hand round his balls to press them ever so lightly. He breathed deeply a couple of times, really relaxing, giving himself up to her to do as she wanted. Holding his cock, she clasped it, rubbed it very softly, left it to stroke his thigh again, returned to clasp it and slide slowly down it and back, as it slowly expanded at her touch, distended though not yet hard.

"Now - I'm going to milk you," she said. "Lovely milk for both of us."

He felt her turn in the bed and return, then something cool dropped on the shaft of his cock, and she grasped it again and ran her hand up and down it, and he realised she had put on some sort of oil so that her hand slid smoothly up and down. Another drop, only a drop, fell on its head. With fingers and thumb she rubbed it into the ridge of his glans and, very gently, over the sensitive head of his cock, and the little eye at its tip. Then slid slowly down his shaft and back again. Another movement from her, another drop, this time on his balls, and her other hand eased the oil into his scrotum, pressed his balls softly and moved just a little over them, over the oiled surface.

This was all so completely different from when he masturbated, tugging quite fiercely at himself, quickly reaching a fierce climax. He lay, relaxed, letting it happen to him, slowly.

His cock was now hard, her hand slid up and down a little more rapidly. Her other hand wrapped right round his balls to press and rub the hidden root of his cock beneath them so that he was excited and hard from root to tip. With one fingernail she started to scratch the tight skin between his cock and his anus. He trembled with novel excitement.

She stopped moving up and down his cock and started pushing up at the rim of his glans with her fingers. She moved her oily palm over his tip where he was most sensitive. He felt rock hard, distended to the uttermost, cock bursting with blood. She pushed her thumb up and down at the join at the front of his glans. The base of his cock squeezed, the top of the shaft gripped in her hand, her thumb pressing against the centre rim of his glans - it was too much. Suddenly a great jerk of cum shot up from the base of his cock, surged up it and burst out of him. He cried out. Spunk splashed onto his stomach, the tip of his cock almost in agony from sheer pleasure. She ran her hand up over his tip, exacerbating pain and pleasure alike. Then, as the jets of sperm died down, she started milking him softly from the base, drawing out the last drops, soothing his cock, smearing the mingled oil and sperm over the head of it, slowing and easing him down and eventually, after some while, withdrawing.

She lay back. He opened his eyes, dazed. She rubbed the cum on his stomach with her fingers and palm and, to his great surprise, carried her fingers to her mouth and licked them off.

"A long time since I've tasted that. The real thing," she said.

"That was wonderful," he said. He felt so relaxed, so at ease, quite unlike bringing himself off.

"Lovely for me too. Also you needed to be milked. When you fuck me, we don't want it to be over too soon." When she said the word fuck she lingered on the 'f' and brought out the 'ck' as hard as possible.

"Time for a break," she said, got up, fastened her house coat, and vanished downstairs. He towelled himself off, went to the toilet, came back and sat upright in the bed feeling quite pasha-like. She came back with a tray, a couple of coffees and some biscuits.

What he liked so much, found helped him so much among such new experiences, was that she was so at her ease. Nothing they did seemed at all extraordinary or out of order to her. The domestic touch of coffee and biscuits felt reassuring rather than trite. She was in the utmost good humour.

"Thank you so much," she said, "You don't know what it means to me. After no sex at all or sex with clumsy cretins feeling ashamed of myself. Or wanking. Which is all very well but is not the same whatever they say."

"No, it's not," he said with feeling.

"You know, I come hardest the way you've just done it for me. But I love the feel of penetration, of having a nice stiff cock up inside me. And I often do come that way, but it's different."

They sipped and munched, the atmosphere remarkably peaceable.

"Now," she said, "I want my lovely fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Is it a bit soon? Do you think you can get in the mood? Let's see if we can get you interested again"

She shrugged off her housecoat. He found himself looking down at her breasts, full and loose and big nippled. He had not noticed them much until now, owing to the appeal of other elements. He reached across and put his hands on them, moulded them. He loved the way they gave under his fingers, loved holding their weight in his palms. He bent and sucked a thick nipple, squeezing her breast. His cock began to stir again.

She bent her head down and licked the top of it with her tongue. Then took the head between her lips and sucked softly, licking the tip the while. Then slid her mouth down the shaft and drew his cock into the wetness, licking wetly round it. And ran her mouth up and down. His cock slowly extended itself, stiffened.

"This will work best if I ride you," she said, "Lie flat." She pulled down a couple of pillows and stuffed them under his bottom, then sat over him facing him and waggled his cock till she found her entrance. Holding him upright, she slipped down onto him till she was sitting on his thighs with him right up inside her.

She said, lent forwards and thrust rapidly too and fro, her breasts dangling and bobbing before his eyes. He reached out to feel them. His cock responded to her thrusts and got harder. Her groin banged down against his.

She slowed a bit, sat up a bit, rode him to and fro, panting slightly, looking him in the eyes but as if absorbed in what she was doing, in her own sensations.

"Now - give myself a bit of help," she said, sat more upright, and inserted a forefinger between herself and his stomach, presumably onto her clit. "Ah - yes." She speeded up. A couple of times she raised herself too far and he slipped out and she had to push him back in again. Then she bent forward like a jockey towards the end of a race and really galloped, none of the slow and gentle now, and he squeezed her breasts, and she was panting and panting. "Oh - yes - it's coming - here it comes - shoot, shoot - spunk, fuck, fuck me, fuck me, fuck, spunk, fuck, spunk, fuck, yes, yes, oh, the works, this is it." She banged so fast he was surprised she could manage it, then suddenly collapsed on his chest.

"Oh. Jesus. That was good. An effort. Worth the effort. Fucking hell." Then after a pause, "But I didn't feel you come - did you come?"

"No. It's OK though."

"Its not OK at all. You have to have your come. Probably me doing all the fucking, of you. I'll roll over. You bang into me. You'll soon get off."

She put his arms round him and rolled over with him still inside her. Once on her back she raised her knees, put her arms round her legs to get hold of his bottom.

"Now," she said, "Do it for you not me. Fuck me. Fuck bang into me. Fuck me hard, fuck me."

He was smiting down straight into her. Her hands, clasping the cheeks of his bottom, pulled him into her at each stroke. She was right - really fucking her got him going. For the first time he started voicing it all,.

"Fuck", he cried, "Fuck you, fuck your cunt, fuck your wet cunt, fuck that wet cunt, fuck that great cunt, fuck your hair, fuck your cunt, fuck you, fuck you." - and, in a sudden greater stiffness and a sudden spurt, jetted his spunk out into her, panting. Then he in his turn collapsed on her chest.

She stroked his back and his bottom fondly. "Well," she said, "You made a comeback there all right. You're a proper lovely little fucker, aren't you?"

"Speak for yourself," he said.

"We're a pair."

"My god yes." 



Aunt Jane Ch. 01



With summer approaching and nothing compelling on my schedule, I had expressed frustration to both my parents over not being able to enroll in an appropriate computer science class at the local community college. Mom had mentioned this to Aunt Jane during a telephone conversation, and Aunt Jane had quickly suggested that I enroll in the course at the junior college near her and Uncle Dick's home in San Diego. She volunteered to keep me well fed during the eight-week course.

When Mom repeated Aunt Jane's suggestion, it took little reflection on my part to decide. A summer of one course and the rest of the day on the beach was pretty much a "no brainer." My enrollment was arranged over the next couple of days, and I began packing. My wardrobe needed to consist of little more than shorts and t-shirts, though I gave in to Mom's hectoring that I include some "nice things" for special occasions.

I had visited Uncle Dick and Aunt Jane's place a couple of times before, but as a child. The memory of the salt air that wafted in their open windows and patio doors was still clear in my mind. The patio of their townhouse literally opened onto the white sand of a long and beautiful beach in San Diego. The trip would be another first for me – a ten-hour ride on Amtrak.

After kissing or hugging everyone in the family goodbye, I rode with my dad to the train station. We were quick, as always, with our farewell, and I boarded the train with plenty of excitement. I had brought along a couple of paperbacks for entertainment, but the rapidly changing scenery held my attention for almost the entire trip.

The train pulled into the San Diego station shortly after 9:00 p.m. I stepped down from the train and breathed deeply, taking in the contrast of the great San Diego atmosphere and the diesel fumes generated by the engine. In less than ten seconds I spotted Uncle Dick ambling toward me in the distance. Like my dad, his brother, Uncle Dick is well over six feet, but he is of much heavier frame. He is a highly skilled machinist and works in the aero/space industry.

Uncle Dick extended his hand and gave me his trademark bone-crushing handshake. I grinned, and he grabbed my single duffle bag, tossing it over his shoulder as though it was weightless. We strode together to the parking lot, found his big SUV, and began the twenty-minute drive home. He warned me in advance that Aunt Jane had been baking up a storm in preparation for my arrival.

No sooner had we pulled up in front of their townhouse, than Aunt Jane literally bounded out the door to greet me. I hadn't seen her in several years, but my childhood perception of her as very pretty remained unchanged upon seeing her. She hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek. My failure to notice or remember her very large breasts is probably attributed to my age when last seeing her, but it was impossible to miss now. Though of very trim figure, Aunt Jane's bosom was magnificently endowed.

Grabbing me by the upper arm, Aunt Jane led me into the house, while Uncle Dick grabbed my bag and followed. She quickly directed me to a chair in the kitchen and slid a large slice of freshly baked chocolate cake in front of me, along with a tall glass of milk. I grinned and reached for my fork. Uncle Dick joined me, and in an interval of a very few minutes, we managed to do damage to nearly half of a very large cake. Aunt Jane just sat across from us with her chin in her palms, beaming from ear to ear.

When the cake was eaten, Aunt Jane dragged me upstairs and proceeded to help me unpack my things. Their townhouse is of modern design, with two bedrooms – both upstairs, each with its own bath. Both bedrooms open onto a rooftop deck that affords incredible views of the beach and the Pacific. I was thrilled at the prospect of sleeping here with the ocean air wafting through the screened windows. After turning back my bed, Aunt Jane gave me a quick peck on the cheek and told me she would knock on my door at 6:00 for breakfast.

A regular routine was established beginning early the next morning. Uncle Dick actually awakened me with a loud rap on my door and the announcement, "Daylight in the swamp, time for breakfast!" I stretched and took a deep breath, then bounced up and into the bathroom for a quick shower and shave. When I opened the door to my room I inhaled the aroma of eggs and bacon, and I bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen. I no sooner took a seat at the table, than Aunt Jane slipped a full plate in front of me. Uncle Dick was hidden behind the morning paper and drinking one of several cups of coffee. He left quickly for a shift that begins at 7:00, and I followed shortly thereafter to complete my enrollment and take my first class.

Class ended by 11:00, and I enjoyed the 20-minute walk from the campus back to the townhouse on the beach. After a quick lunch, I changed to swim trunks and headed for the beach. I made friends with several guys and girls on the beach, with whom I played volleyball, drank sodas, and told stories. There was no shortage of cute girls in scanty swimsuits, but there were plenty of guys as well. They invited me to a beach barbeque that evening, but I politely declined and took a rain check for a later time.

On the third night following my arrival, I went to my room shortly after 9:00 p.m. I had smuggled along a Penthouse magazine from Uncle Dick's vast collection of Playboy and Penthouse editions. After reading a few of the "letters" and scanning a couple of the pictorial layouts, my cock was rising toward full erection. I turned on my side, facing the wall, and while I continued to enjoy one of the photo layouts, I began stroking my cock. I must have been pretty intent on what I was doing, as I didn't hear the door open behind me.

I did feel the knee pressed into the bed behind my back, and I experienced one of those moments that last only seconds, but during which a hundred thoughts flash through your mind. Was it Uncle Dick? Aunt Jane? What on earth could I do? I couldn't bring myself to turn and see, but the uncertainty was quickly dispelled. A well-manicured hand with flame-red nail polish slipped beneath my own hand, and Aunt Jane closed her fingers around my cock. Her lips moved close to my ear and whispered, "Let me help you."

She began stroking my shaft, her index finger and thumb tightly encircling the head of my cock with each upward stroke of her hand. As her hand moved down my shaft, her nails would lightly stroke my balls. My cock had lost some of its erection when I felt her knee behind me, but she quickly restored it. Her hand moved skillfully up and down my cock, and though it embarrassed me, I was soon unable to lie still. My hips began to thrust in counterpoint to the movement of her hand. She sensed my increasing arousal and began to whisper into my ear. "Yes, baby, cum for Aunt Jane! You have such a nice big cock. Make it cum for me!"

Encouragement I didn't need, but it didn't hurt. My hip movements became faster, more urgent, and her strokes became more rapid and squeezed tighter. The orgasm overwhelmed me suddenly. My body tightened into a tense continuum from toes to chin, and the cum burst from my cock. Aunt Jane squeezed as it exploded from the tip, shooting a good foot and a half outward and onto the floor beside my bed. "Oh, yes, baby, shoot it for me! Let it go!" My hips thrust erratically two or three times, each time sending another burst of cum flying. I went limp, lying there and feeling flushed from head to toe. Aunt Jane kissed my cheek softly and reached across me to the box of Kleenex on the bedside table. She pulled three or four from the box, tucked them into my hand, kissed my cheek again and whispered, "Goodnight."

I listened to her pad barefoot across the floor, turning off the light as she closed the door. I lay there for more than an hour, staring at the ceiling and wondering how I could walk downstairs to breakfast the next morning.

To Be Continued... 



Aunt Jane Ch. 02



When I awoke the next morning, I lay there for several minutes recapturing the experience of the previous evening. I had to think it through more than once to convince myself that it had really happened – or my imagination at work in some other way. The air was full of the smell of coffee and bacon, and though this would normally stir my appetite, I was completely distracted by my thoughts.

My reverie was dispelled by a sharp yell from Uncle Dick, warning me to get myself downstairs for breakfast or he would throw it out. I brushed my teeth quickly, pulled on my usual shorts and t-shirt, and started down the stairs. I was in agony with every step. I could not imagine how to face Aunt Jane. In retrospect, I seemed to have no problem in facing Uncle Dick, I was just unsure of how to retain my composure with my aunt.

I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the kitchen, relieved to see Aunt Jane at the range with her back to me. As I slipped quietly into my chair, Uncle Dick moaned about a baseball score in the sports pages he was reading. I was briefly startled when Aunt Jane slipped a full plate in front of me and gave me a peck on the cheek with a cheerful "good morning!" I smiled weakly without looking at her, said "thank you" and picked up my fork. I ate quietly, saying nothing until Uncle Dick jumped up, grabbed his lunch sack, and barked his typical farewell. I said "See ya tonight," glancing up from my plate to make eye contact with him while avoiding Aunt Jane's eyes.

Shortly after the door slammed, Aunt Jane pulled a chair up beside mine and slid into it. She put her arm around my shoulders and pulled my head close to hers, nuzzling me in a way that was more sympathetic than affectionate. I continued to avoid her eyes and said nothing, but she broke the silence. "Honey," she spoke in a near whisper, "there's no need to be embarrassed about last night. What happened was perfectly natural, and I'm glad I was able to help you."

I said nothing in reply, and she squeezed me closer and asked, "Did you like it?" I nodded a very meek but affirmative reply. "Good," she said. I want you to tell me whenever you would like me to help you." She paused quietly for more than minute, then whispered, "Would you like me to help you now?"

Though I can't say for certain how I reacted or that I reacted, she just might have perceived a very subtle nod of my head. In any event, she slipped her hand into my lap and began caressing my cock through the fabric of my shorts. She stroked over it with the backs of her fingers and her nails, and the effect was almost electric. My cock responded quickly, and I know that she could see, as I could feel, its rapid growth. As it became increasingly hard, her fingertips stroked up one side and down the other.

After only a minute or so, Aunt Jane put her hands at the waistband of my shorts and pushed downward, urging me to raise my hips. I did so, and she slipped the shorts beneath my hips, along with my briefs, exposing my fully erect cock. "Oh yes," she whispered, as she wrapped her fingers around it and began to stroke up and down its length. She moved her hand away briefly, and I panicked – thinking she was going to stop. But she paused only to rub her fingers across the cube of butter in the butter dish on the table, then wrapped them back around my cock and resumed stroking – only now with a motion that was even more fluid.

Now each of her strokes brought increasing urgency to my brain and body. She alternated the grip of her fingers on my cock, sometimes stroking the shaft with the tips of her fingernails, other times gripping it firmly with her fingers wrapped around it. I began making involuntary upward thrusts of my pelvis, rocking up to meet the downward stroke of her hand on the shaft of my cock. When her fingers reached the head of my cock, she would rub her thumb lightly across the tip and stroke the sensitive spot beneath the head with the tips of her fingernails.

"Unnnnnhhhhh," I moaned, almost caveman-like. My hips moved with even greater urgency now, my pelvic thrusts becoming more pronounced. Aunt Jane sensed an approaching climax, and her hand moved more rapidly. She tightened her grip around my cock and held her lips close to my ear.

"Yes, baby, cum for me!" she whispered, urging me onward. "Shoot that big load for me." Her thumb rubbed across the head with each stroke of her hand, and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. "Let's milk your balls dry, honey!" she whispered hoarsely.

My hips literally lifted off the seat as her hand flew up and down my shaft. She sensed my imminent orgasm and snatched a paper napkin off the table. "Aaaahhhhhhhhh, " I groaned, as the first burst of cum shot up the length of my shaft. Aunt Jane slipped the napkin over the head of my cock as she continued to stroke the shaft.

"Yesssss, sweetie, shoot your load for me!" I responded with another sharp upward thrust of my hips as a second burst of cum streamed from the shaft of my cock, then a third, and maybe a fourth. This may well have been the most dramatic orgasm of my life to that point in time. A warm glow radiated outward from my balls, moving down my thighs and up my torso simultaneously. My hips dropped onto the seat of my chair, as my heart raced as though I had just run 100 yards.

Aunt Jane didn't wait for any "after-glow," getting up quickly from her chair as she squeezed the napkin around the head of my cock and kissed me again, lightly on the cheek. She simply took two steps toward the kitchen sink and began rinsing the breakfast dishes, her back to me. Though I didn't read it at the time, this was clearly a measure to minimize my embarrassment. I stared at her for a few seconds, still struggling to believe that this mature beauty was doing this to me. Her small round ass was poured into a pair of very tight, short shorts. A t-shirt hugged her torso, and as her hands moved in the sink, I could easily see the outer profile of her large, round breasts on either side of her ribcage. I snapped out of it, tugged my shorts up, grabbed my lunch from the counter, and slipped out the back door – being careful not to let the door slam -- and off to school, smiling broadly all the way.

To Be Continued... 



Aunt Jane Ch. 04



After completing my shower, I dressed in a clean t-shirt and swim trunks. Aunt Jane was back on the deck, sunning herself and reading a magazine. I spoke to her from the open patio door to my room: “I’m going down to the beach. ”

She raised herself on one elbow and smiled. “Stay out of trouble, Romeo,” she almost sang at me. I headed off for several hours of beach volleyball and trading stories with friends on the beach.

Two more days passed without incident, but on the third day I returned from school to find another “sticky note” on the refrigerator door. “Lunch is inside. Bring it up to the deck.” I retrieved the tray from the refrigerator. As I climbed the stairs, I couldn’t help but wonder if this lunch would proceed like the one of three days ago. My pulse rate increased with each step.

Aunt Jane was in the same spot, reclining on the lounge and wearing another of what seemed like a limitless supply of bikinis. This one looked to be of cotton fabric and had black and white stripes that angled across the bra and the bottom. Though it covered more than the crocheted number of earlier in the week, it still left little to the imagination regarding the shape, size and firmness of Aunt Jane’s physical attributes.

As I pushed the door open, she sat upright and turned to clear the small table between the two chaise lounges. She smiled brightly and said “hi” as I sat the tray down. I smiled back without remark and watched as she peeled the clear wrap from the tray. I loved to watch her bountiful breasts move with the limited restraint of the bikini top. Occasionally, when she bent her torso or shoulders at the right angle, I could see the edge of an areola and the hint of a nipple. Both nipples were fully erect and straining against the fabric of the bikini top. I could feel my cock beginning to harden as I watched her.

“There, let’s eat,” she said, as she organized the sandwiches and chips. I sat down and picked up a sandwich, consuming half of it before putting it back and reaching for a soda can. “How is class going,” she asked with obvious sincerity.

“It’s great, Aunt Jane! I can’t believe how much I am learning in such a short time,” I enthused. “These teachers seem to know so much more than the ones I have back home, and the computer lab is terrific.”

“I’m so glad it’s working out as you hoped,” she said. “I would hate for this summer to have been a waste for you.”

I grinned in spite of myself and mumbled, “There’s no way it would have been a waste.”

“I think you have your mind on something else,” she said with a sly look on her face. “You aren’t getting too distracted, are you?”

“Oh, no, Aunt Jane. I am really focused on my schoolwork, and I know that I’ll get an “A” in the course. I’m not distracted at all. Please don’t think that.” I was really concerned that she might have second thoughts about our “other” activities.

“Well, I’ll count on that “A”,” she said, as she stood up abruptly. She reached down for my hand, and taking it, she pulled me upright. “Let’s put an edge on your appetite,” she said with the hint of an evil grin. I followed as she led me into my bedroom.

She strode through the door without looking to confirm my following her). She sat in the same place on the edge of my bed. When I stepped in front of her, she unceremoniously pulled my shorts and underwear down. She smiled as my fully erect cock bobbed into view. As she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked upward, her eyes were locked with mine. She smiled as my expression turned to one of profound pleasure. “Mmmmm, baby, you like this, don’t you?” The question didn’t really call for a reply, and I didn’t make one. She continued to watch my eyes as her hand stroked up and down the length of my cock.

I put one hand on her shoulder to steady myself, and I watched as her tongue darted out to lick the tip of the head of my cock. I gasped quietly and slid my hand down to caress the side of her breast. She continued to stroke me, then lowered her head to close her lips around the head of my cock. I decided to risk another setback, and slipped my hand over the top of her breast, sliding my fingertips under the bikini bra. My fingers slid over her large, swollen nipple, and this time she seemed to ignore what I was doing, as her head bobbed up and down on my cock and her hand stroked my shaft.

Encouraged, I slipped the other hand over the top of the opposite breast, then took both nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. I tugged and stroked them gently as I watched her head and hand moving on my cock. Aunt Jane’s torso seemed to move slightly as I caressed her nipples. I pinched them gently then watched with surprise as her free hand reached to the back of her neck and untied the bikini top. The cups fell and hung beneath her breasts. I was amazed at seeing them in full splendor. My fingers alternated between pulling on her nipples and squeezing the full globes of her breasts.

Abruptly, Aunt Jane pulled her mouth away from my cock. “Damn!” she said in a loud whisper. She swung her legs up onto the bed and lay back, reaching for my hand and pulling me down over her. I moved awkwardly, slipping between her legs and supporting my torso above her on one arm. “Do you want this, baby?” she asked, her eyes full of sincerity, as she untied the bottom of her bikini and pulled it away.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered, almost choking on the words. I felt one hand on my cock and the other on my hip as she guided me. I looked down the length of our torsos to watch her rubbing the head of my cock between her pussy lips. There was a clear change of sensation as she pressed the head against her opening and tugged on the shaft, urging me to thrust inward. I didn’t require any more urging than that. I thrust eagerly.

“Oh, yesssssssss,” she breathed as my cock penetrated her. The sensation of her pussy enveloping my cock overwhelmed me. It was simultaneously warm, soft, wet and tight. The full length of my cock slid into her until our pubic bones were pressed hard together. I instinctively withdrew, pulling my cock at least halfway out, then thrusting in again. I felt her raise her hips to meet me, pushing hard against me. Then the unbelievable – the unacceptable – the reprehensible occurred. Almost without sensation, but in a molten rush, my load of semen burst from my balls and up the length of my cock, exploding into her.

I collapsed onto her, burying my head in her shoulder. I was embarrassed and frustrated, uncertain which I felt more. Aunt Jane caressed the back of my head and neck with her hand and whispered into my ear. “It’s o.k., honey. Don’t worry. Just lie still.” She continued to caress my neck, shoulders and back. As I felt my cock shrinking from her, I suppressed a groan of despair.

We lay there for several minutes, perhaps twenty or more. Then Aunt Jane tipped me to one side and rolled so that we faced one another. She extended a hand to caress my cock, stroking it as it responded to her touch. “See,” she whispered, “you just have to be patient.” She pressed a shoulder against me, urging me back above her as she moved fully onto her back. Her hand guided my cock once again, and for the second time I felt the glory of being fully inside her. I raised my upper torso onto my elbows and began thrusting my cock into and pulling it out of her. She put both her hands on my ass and gripped me there, guiding my movement. When I had penetrated her fully, she held me there briefly and then pulled at my cheeks to encourage my withdrawal.  Following the direction of her hands, I was soon slamming into her and withdrawing with a regular motion.

“Mmmmm, yes, baby, give me that cock,” she hissed. “That feels sooooo good!” She raised her pelvis to meet each of my thrusts, grinding against me when my cock was thrust fully inside her. The two magnificent globes of her breasts bounced with each of my thrusts. I couldn’t take my eyes off them as I alternately shoved and withdrew my cock. “You like those titties, don’t you?”

“Oh, man, yessss. I love ‘em.”

“Then suck them, baby; suck them while you fuck me,” she groaned. I responded by dropping my head and closing my lips around a swollen nipple. I sucked it in as I thrust my cock hard into her. My tongue and lips ground at her nipple, as my cock slammed repeatedly into her. I was momentarily alarmed when I heard a cry emanating from her throat. It sounded almost tortured, but the look on her face said otherwise.

“Oh,” she pleaded. “Oh, Barry, fuck me, honey!” She moaned non-stop as I thrust my cock into her hard and fast. She held onto my shoulders and pulled herself toward me with each thrust. Suddenly her body became rigid as she gasped in a long cry. Her body went limp, dropping to the mattress. Her hands, still on my shoulders, pulled me down on top of her. She held me there tightly, without saying anything. She remained quiet for three or four minutes, and I honored her silence with my own. I felt her kiss my cheek. She whispered, “Honey, that was wonderful.” I only smiled my response. She smiled back, and I felt her hand slipping between us, feeling my cock, which remained hard and inside her.

“Oh, baby, you are too good,” she teased. She pushed me away, forcing me to withdraw from her and pushing me up to rest on my shins. She rolled onto her knees, pushed her beautiful ass up into the air, and looked back at me over her shoulder. “Put that cock back in me, honey,” she whispered. I stared uncertainly. “It’s called ‘doggy style’, honey,” she said with a hint of impatience. “Now fuck me like a big doggy.” I pressed the head of my cock to her slit and was surprised at how easily it slid back into her. With one stroke I pressed it home and was surprised at how deeply at home it felt.

“Oh, Barry, that cock of yours feels so good!” She pushed back against me., and I took the hint. I thrust into her, then almost fully withdrew, and then thrust deep into her again. I could feel her gripping my cock with muscles in her pussy, and she thrust her body back to meet each inward thrust of my cock. I turned briefly to one side, and across the room in the mirror I could see us. Her magnificent tits bounced wildly beneath her as we parted and came togetherrepeatedly. I watched as I continued to thrust, and the combination of the visual and the grip she maintained on my cock brought me quickly to the point of no return. I felt the explosion building.

“Ohhhh, Aunt Jane! I’m going to cum!!!!” I groaned. She looked over her shoulder at me, a wide grin on her face as she thrust her ass back at me.

“Cum for me, baby! Fill me with your cum!” I thrust harder and faster and felt the roiling climax approach. I grabbed both her hips as I thrust into her hard and squirted the first of several bursts of cum into her. I groaned with each burst, pulling back on her hips and driving my cock in deep. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Aunt Jane’s movements became more frantic.

“Ohhh, yes, baby; give it to me! Give me that hot cum,” she moaned. Her body began to tremble almost uncontrollably, and she dropped her face and shoulders to the mattress, while continuing to grind her pussy back against me. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, as waves of orgasm overtook her. Her body trembled against me, and she collapsed onto her belly. I dropped with her to stay firmly pressed against her.

We lay there together for probably half an hour, saying nothing, nuzzling occasionally. Finally, she lifted a shoulder to tilt me off her and onto my side, and she turned toward me. She slipped one arm beneath my neck and the other over my upper shoulder, pulling herself close to me. “Do I need to talk about how private this is between us?” she asked quietly. I scowled as in protest and shook my head emphatically. She smiled, kissed the end of my nose abruptly, and hopped up without comment. She scooped up the pieces of her bikini and walked lightly and nakedly from my room.

I could hear the shower in her bathroom, and I rolled onto my back, smiling broadly, not able to recall ever feeling so good.

END OF CHAPTER FOUR 



Aunt Jane Ch. 05



Two days later, on my way down the stairs to breakfast, I overheard Uncle Dick’s remark to Aunt Jane:  “Barry sure has a bounce in his step and a smile on his face lately.  He must have found some cutie on the beach who’s sheathing his sword.”

Aunt Jane replied with a tone of irony.  “Don’t be so cynical, Dick.  What kid wouldn’t be happy about spending his summer like this?  I’m glad he’s having a good time.”

“Don’t get me wrong.  I wasn’t bemoaning his good fortune.  I was just taking note of the twinkle in his eye.”

I made enough noise at the top of the stairs to force an end to the subject, and I bounded down to take my place at the table.  Breakfast transpired as usual, and Aunt Jane made no comment other than her standard “have a great day” as I departed for class.

A surprise test kept my mind occupied during the entire class period.  I was pleased by the ease with which I was able to respond to each of the questions; and I felt more than a little gratified when classmates expressed their despair after class.  Most were offended both by the element of surprise and by what they regarded as the complexity of the test.  I tried to show sympathy, but inwardly I looked forward to the grades that would be posted on the bulletin board within a couple of days.

The walk home was always a pleasure, since the weather was always perfect, and the view was to die for.  Rather than racing straight home as usual, today I took my time.  I stopped where a small bridge spans a stream that drains into the Pacific.  I sat on the broad rail of the bridge, staring into the small stream that flowed beneath me.  My random thoughts during the past two were usually filled with Aunt Jane, and today was no exception.

Though I was having a great time, I was bothered by the dominant role that she always played.  Not that she wasn’t very tender and helpful in the way that she played her role, but she was dominant nonetheless.  I wondered how I might find a way to assert some of my own dominance and hoped that doing so would not change anything for the worse.

Since it was Friday afternoon, I could look forward to a weekend of more fun than usual, even though weekdays brought me more fun than any reasonable person could expect.  I turned and slipped off the rail and resumed the walk home.  The blast of the horn on a distant ship and the cries of the ever-present seagulls added sound to the marvelous sights and scents of this paradise.

I spent most of Saturday on the beach.  Following Aunt Jane’s almost dictatorial insistence, I returned home twice for new applications of sunscreen.  She applied the lotion to my back with maternal-like affection.  She and Uncle Dick shared the two chaise lounges on the deck, each attacking a stack of magazines and newspapers.

“I’m going fishing early tomorrow, Barry.  Want to come along?” asked Uncle Dick.

“Gee, Uncle Dick, I would love to; but given all of my goofing off today, I have some serious studying to do tomorrow,” I lied.

“Well, ya gotta have priorities in this life,” he said with sincerity.  “I’ll try to catch enough for both of us.”

I smiled and accepted Aunt Jane’s hug before bounding back downstairs to return to the beach.  My imagination was already at work with thoughts about tomorrow and its possibilities.

Sunday morning was usually a sleep-in day for me, but Uncle Dick rousted me out of bed shortly after 6:00 for breakfast.  He read the comics while wolfing down his eggs and sausages, and I alternated between scanning the sports page and stealing glances at Aunt Jane.  She was at the kitchen range as usual.  She wore sandals, very short shorts, and a knit crop top.  Her long hair was all pinned up.  She had greeted my arrival with a “good morning, Barry” spoken over her shoulder and without looking my way.

Uncle Dick got up in his usual abrupt fashion, reached across the table to tossle my hair (something I hate, though it is always difficult to resent his doing it), and said “see ya all this evening” as he walked out the door.  His fishing gear was already loaded on the SUV, and he was out the driveway and gone in seconds.

Without saying anything I got up quietly and ran up the stairs to brush my teeth.  When I came quietly down the stairs, Aunt Jane was at the kitchen sink washing dishes, with her back to me.  In spite of having a dishwasher, Aunt Jane seemed to like to wash dishes.  I stepped quietly up behind her, slipping both hands around her and beneath her crop top and squeezing both breasts firmly as I kissed the back of her neck.  She was briefly startled but relaxed quickly.

“Mmmmmm, what are you up to, mister?” she asked in almost conspiratorial but certainly rhetorical fashion.  I didn’t bother answering but continued to caress and squeeze her breasts through her bra.  I could feel her nipples swelling beneath my fingers, and I reached for the clasp at the front of her bra.  I unfastened it and pulled the cups aside, sliding my palms over both bare breasts and taking her nipples between my fingers and thumbs.  She kept both hands in the water in the double sink in front of her, but she ceased any attempt at washing dishes.  She moved her ass from side to side against me, as my hands stroked and caressed her breasts and nipples.

“I think you’re fixated on my tits,” she whispered, although certainly not in protest.  I kissed her neck again, then moved my hands down to take hold of the hem of her crop top, pulling it up and over her shoulders and arms, along with her bra.  I tossed them to a nearby chair and resumed feeling up her tits.  She leaned forward a little, putting both hands on the far edge of the sink to support herself.  She continued moving her ass against me in a slight side-to-side rocking motion.

My hands dropped from her tits to the waistband of her shorts, where I unfastened the button and quickly lowered the zipper.  I pushed her shorts down over her hips, forcing her panties down with them – both dropping around her ankles.  She stepped one foot out and kicked them both aside with the opposite foot, continuing to look straight forward.  She wore nothing now but her sandals and her rings.

My cock was fully erect and straining at my shorts.  I pushed the elastic waist down over my hips and let the shorts drop to the floor.  With my left hand just below her shoulders at the center of her back, I pressed Aunt Jane’s upper torso forward.  With my cock in my right hand, I rubbed the head between her thighs.  She responded by spreading her feed wider apart, and I rubbed the head up and down the length of her slit.  Aunt Jane said nothing, but she made regular little sounds – soft moans, sighs and the occasional “Mmmmmm.”

Her wetness became apparent on the head of my cock, and I pushed it between her labia, quickly finding her opening.  With the head pressed against her opening, I pushed forward and thrust half the length of my cock inside her.

“Ohhhhhhh, baby,” was her only comment.  I thrust again and pushed the full length of my cock inside her.  She pressed back against me, and I ground against her.  She leaned her upper torso downward, and when I reached for her tits again, I found them both suspended in water – the left one in soapy dishwater, the right one in the rinse water.  I slipped my hands around them and squeezed them as I repeatedly thrust and withdrew my cock.

Aunt Jane reached for my left hand and guided it down to her pubic mound.  Taking hold of two of my fingers, she pressed them to her clit and rubbed them against it.  “Oh, yes, baby, right there!  Now fuck me!”  With the fingers of my left hand, I caressed and prodded her clit, while I continued to squeeze and stroke her right tit in my right hand.  My hips moved in methodical thrusts, pushing my cock deep inside her and pulling it almost entirely out before thrusting it in again.  As much as all these sensations clamored for my mind’s attention, I struggled to think of something else to avoid ending this all too soon.  Aunt Jane did little to help.

“Fuck!  Give me that stiff cock, Barry!  You love to fuck your Aunt Jane, don’t you?”

“Oh, yeah!” was all I could reply without driving myself over the edge.  I felt her tightening her grip on my cock, and I bit my lip in the hope of distracting myself.

“You’re going to cum soon, baby!  Squirt that hot load into me!  Fuck me!”

The spirit was indeed willing, but the flesh was all too weak.  I felt the impending explosion building in my balls.  The first blast of cum shot up the length of my cock, and I thrust into her hard, groaning “Ohhhhhh, yesssssssss!”  She thrust her ass back against me, putting her left hand over mine again and rubbing my fingers over her clit.  I felt the familiar and abrupt tension as her body became as inflexible as a steel rod.  It quivered from ankles to shoulders, like the motion of a tuning fork just struck.

“Oh, fuck!” she groaned, as the spurts of my cum continued to blast into her.  She pressed her weight against the edge of the for support.  I continued to make brief, sharp thrusts of my cock inside her, squeezing out the last of my load.

We stood there for half a minute or longer.  I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and arms, crossing them beneath her breasts.  I kissed her shoulders and the back of her neck repeatedly.  She finally turned her upper torso toward me, and I withdrew my cock from her, permitting her to turn and face me.  She put her hands on my shoulders and drew me toward her, kissing me on each cheek – then on the forehead.

“You’re getting a little spunky, aren’t you?” she asked with her most coy expression.  “Am I creating a monster here?”

“Did you like it?” I asked with all too obvious uncertainty.

“No, baby, I didn’t like it.  I fucking loved it!  You rang my bell like it hasn’t been rung in a long, long time.”

She took my hand, leaving her clothes where I had tossed them, and picked up a towel from the counter.  She led me into the family room, placing the towel on the couch and being careful to sit on it.  Aunt Jane was, if anything, fastidious.  She pulled me to a position seated beside her.  Putting an arm around my shoulders, she pulled my head close to hers and spoke in a low voice.

“Baby, I should probably be worrying a lot more than I have about what I’m doing with you and to you.  I keep telling myself that I’m providing valuable sex education without the risks of disease and pregnancy that you might face elsewhere.  The truth is that I need this as much or more than you do.  I love your Uncle Dick like no other man alive, but there hasn’t been much to our sex life for several years now.  And it seems like my need for sex is far greater now than it has ever been before.  Darn poor timing, huh?”

I sat quietly for several seconds, and then I replied.  “Please don’t worry, Aunt Jane.  I won’t turn into some kind of head case.  I enjoy our time together as much as you do – maybe even more.  I’m really glad that we have this, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.”

She smiled and pulled me closer, kissing me on the temple.  She moved her left hand into my lap and raked the tips of her fingernails over the flaccid shaft of my cock.  “Is there any life left in this thing?” she whispered.  I grinned and spread my thighs a little, and she wrapped her fingers around my cock, stroking it softly.  It responded quickly, and when it was fully rigid, she leaned over and took the head between her lips, sucking softly.  When I moaned, she stopped abruptly.  Without standing up, she shifted her seat from the couch to the large coffee table in front of the couch.  She lay back across it, her feet on the floor, thighs spread wide, torso elevated on her elbows, and smiled at me.  “Do you want to stick your cock back in me, baby?”

I grinned and stood, leaning over her and positioning my cock between her thighs.  With my hands on the table and arms fully extended, I looked at her.  She reached for my cock and guided it as I thrust forward.  Once again I felt the indescribable pleasure of my cock being inside her.  I thrust hard and planted it fully within her.

“Mmmmm, Barry, that feels so good!  You like being in Aunt Jane’s cunt, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I groaned.

“Yes, what?” she whispered.

“I love being in your cunt, Aunt Jane.”

“Fuck it, baby!  Fuck my cunt!”

I began thrusting hard, ramming my cock into her.  I pulled it almost entirely out after each thrust, and then drove it deep inside her again.  Her magnificent tits bounced wildly with each thrust.  My gaze wandered back and forth from her eyes, to her bouncing tits, and to my cock sliding in and out of her.

“You love those tits, don’t you, Barry?” she groaned.

“Ahhh, yessss!  I think you love them too, Aunt Jane.”

“Oh, I do, baby, I do.  Suck ‘em while you fuck me!”

I leaned down to take a nipple in my mouth, sucking it ravenously as I pounded my cock into her over and over.  I rolled the nipple in my mouth with my tongue, twisting it and kneading it.  She raised her pelvis to meet each of my thrusts, grinding against me when my cock fully penetrated her.

“Honey, I’m going to hate when you leave.  This is so fucking good!”  She thrashed beneath me, my mouth holding firmly to her tit as my cock moved inside her.  The other tit bounced wildly, giving me more visual stimulation than I needed.  I felt the orgasm coming and released her tit from my mouth.

“I’m gonna cum, Aunt Jane!”

“Oh, yes, baby.  Cum for me!  You’ll make me cum too!  Fill me with your hot fucking cum!”

I groaned as the semen boiled from my balls and spurted inside her.  She thrust her pelvis upward, grinding against me.  A Neanderthal-like groan was the best that I could summon.  “Unnnhhhhhhhhhhh, unnnnnnnnnhhhhh, unnnnnnnnhhhh.”  Aunt Jane was a little more articulate.

“Mmmmm, so good, baby.  So fucking good!  Give it to me!  I want it all!”

I thrust into her two, three, four more times.  I pressed my body slowly down on her, forcing her to flatten out on the coffee table.  She cradled my head in her arms and against her breast, and we lay there together for two or three minutes.

“Want to take a shower with me?” she chirped.  I took the hint and lifted my weight off her, reached for her hand, and pulled her upright beside me.  As we walked through the kitchen, we picked up our clothes, and I followed her pretty, bare ass up the stairs.

END OF CHAPTER FIVE



Aunt Jane Ch. 06



We both smelled of sex. Aunt Jane took the steps one at a time, and being behind her, I followed suit. She led me into her bedroom, giving me my first look at it. The room was twice the size of mine, with a king-size bed centered on the wall opposite the sliding glass doors the opened onto the deck. It was decorated in bright colors that gave it neither a particularly masculine nor feminine look.

The bathroom was fully four times the size of mine. The floor, tub, shower and countertop were finished in a cream-colored marble. Aunt Jane had dropped her clothing on the carpet in the bedroom and proceeded without a trace of modesty into the bathroom. I followed her, still gripping my t-shirt and shorts in one hand and positioning them tactically in front of my private parts.

Aunt Jane turned the valves at the tub, tested the temperature with her hand, then stood and turned toward me. She grinned broadly as she pulled the garments from my hand, tossed them aside, and put her arms around my shoulders to pull me close. She pressed her lips to mine for the first time, kissing me hard and thrusting her tongue at my lips until I parted them. She wiggled her tongue into my mouth, touching everywhere and caressing my tongue with the tip of hers. Her body was pressed tight against mine, and I could feel the warm globes of her breasts and the firm mound of her belly. In spite of the lengthy workout we had just had downstairs, my cock stirred and began to harden.

The circumstances were obviously not lost on Aunt Jane. As she released her kiss, she moved her body just far enough away from mine to slip her hand between us and wrap her long, slender fingers around my cock. She stared into my eyes, grinning, and murmured, “Mmmmmmmm.” She stroked my cock lightly a couple of times, then released it and turned toward the bath. “Let’s get in!” she chirped.

She stepped in at one end of the tub and turned to sit with her back against the oval. I followed her but almost recoiled at the temperature of the water, wondering why it didn’t seem so hot to her. I settled into the tub slowly, trying to adjust to the temperature and hoping maybe it would cool if I took my time.

“You men are all woosies about bath water,” Aunt Jane chided. She splashed water on me, and I settled into the tub. The faucet and valves were positioned well off-center, and I leaned back against the opposite end of the oval. With my knees against the outer edges of the tub, Aunt Jane was able to slide her feet and legs toward me. With the toes of one foot, she toyed momentarily with my cock, smiling at me as she did. “There’s nothing like the stamina of youth, baby,” she said with a smile. I just grinned back at her, saying nothing.

As she slid gradually lower into the tub, Aunt Jane’s incredible and beautiful breasts bobbed in the water. She took note of my stare and reached for her nipples, taking each of them between an index finger and thumb. With half-closed eyes she sighed as she stroked her nipples, tugging gently upward and outward.  She cupped her right breast in her right hand, lifting it as she leaned with tongue extended to lick the nipple. Her eyes were fixed on mine as she licked, gliding the tip of her tongue over and around the nipple. Both nipples were hard and erect, and any absence of full erection in my cock was dispelled quickly as I watched her.

Keeping her eyes fixed on me, Aunt Jane continued to lick her nipple as she slipped her left hand between her thighs. She used a fingertip to spread her labia and begin caressing her clit. As the effect of her touch began to build, she lifted her hips clear of the bottom of the tub, pressing her pubic mound toward her fingers and moaning softly. She paused suddenly and looked straight at me, speaking softly: “Do you like to watch me masturbate, Barry?” I replied with two or three slow nods of my head. “Well, I like watching you too. Stroke that big hard cock for me!” She continued to play with her clit and nipples.

I slipped my right hand around my cock, pulling it fully clear of the water. I began stroking it, rubbing my thumb over the head with each stroke. Aunt Jane watched me intently as she continued her self-gratification. “Mmmmm, stroke that beautiful dick, Barry. It feels so good, doesn’t it? You know, that first night when I helped you . . . I knew you were stroking it, and I stood there at the door watching you before I volunteered to help you.”

“You did?” I replied somewhat incredulously.

“Oh, yes, baby. It turned me on big-time. I only wished that you were facing toward me.”

My hand moved more rapidly on my cock, as Aunt Jane’s words stimulated my thoughts all the more. Suddenly she stopped caressing her clit and gathered herself to stand. She turned her back to me and leaned forward to put her hands at the corners of her end of the tub, her ass extended toward me. Looking over her shoulder at me, she spoke with an obvious sense of urgency. “Stick that big dick in me and fuck me, Barry.”

I got clumsily to my feet, needing no further encouragement. I spread her labia with my left hand and guided the head of my cock to her opening. I pushed only the head inside her, but she pushed back, taking most of the length of my cock inside her. “Ohhh, yessssss! Fill my cunt with your cock, Barry! Fuck me!”

With my hands on her hips, I pulled Aunt Jane toward me as I thrust my cock deep inside her. The wetness of our bodies produced a smacking sound as we pounded together. I looked toward the mirror above the bathroom counter to our left and watched her glorious tits bouncing back and forth as we fucked. She turned and met my gaze in the mirror and smiled at me. “Oh, baby, it’s so fucking good. Pound me with that big dick!”

I pulled almost clear of her with each stroke, keeping just the tip of the head of my cock inside her and thrusting in deep again. My balls slapped against her with every thrust. I could feel my orgasm building, and she must have sensed it. She reached between her own legs with one hand and caressed my balls as I plunged deep inside her. “Do you have another big load for me, baby? Give it to me! Fill my cunt with your cum!”

It was more than I could take. The increasingly familiar sensation was building in my balls, and the caresses of her fingertips defeated any thoughts I might have had about holding off the inevitable. I gripped her pelvic girdle, pulling her back hard and thrusting deep as the first burst of cum blasted up the length of my cock. “Oh, fuck, Aunt Jane! Here it comes!”

“Yes, baby!  Shoot that hot load into me! Oh, baby, I’m cumming! I’m cumming so hard!”

Her knees began to buckle, and I held her at the pelvis to keep her from falling as I continued to thrust into her and drain my balls. As the orgasm began to fade for both of us, I lowered her carefully until her knees were in the tub. She turned and pulled me down on top of her, cradling my head at her shoulder and against one of those gorgeous tits.

“You love fucking me as much as I love it, don’t you baby?” she asked softly.

“Oh, Aunt Jane, I want to do it all the time,” I replied sincerely.

“Well, we’ll just have to work toward that goal, honey.” She kissed my forehead softly and stroked my shoulder and arm with her hand. We lay quietly together for several minutes, until she pushed me gently away and took my wrist to make me stand with her. “Let’s clean up in the shower and get dressed. You might want to spend a little time on the books before the fisherman comes home.”



Aunt Jane  Ch. 3



Two days passed routinely with nothing more than a regular smile and an occasional peck on the cheek from Aunt Jane. At times I began to wonder if any of the images that filled my mind so frequently had really happened at all. Then Thursday afternoon rolled around.

My class ended a little late, so my usual leisurely stroll home took on a little more urgency, stimulated by my hunger. I entered the townhouse noisily by the front door, but there was no reply to my cheerful “Hi!” I walked into the kitchen and immediately noticed a large yellow “sticky note” on the refrigerator door. Aunt Jane’s familiar script read, “Lunch is in the frig. Bring it up to the deck, and let’s eat.”

I opened the refrigerator door, and sure enough, a tray was laden with sandwiches, chips and soda cans. I dropped my knapsack to the floor and slid the tray from the refrigerator. Closing the door with my heel, I turned toward the stairs. Taking the stairs one at a time, I was careful not to spill or drop anything from the tray. I entered my bedroom to obtain access to the deck.

Aunt Jane was fully reclined on one of the chaise lounges on the deck. I stopped quietly at the sliding glass door to take stock. She was wearing one of the tiniest bikini’s I had ever seen. It was crocheted, and the “cups” of the bra did little more than cover the areolas and nipples on each of her firm, round breasts. The bikini bottom formed a small triangle at her crotch, covering only the absolute minimum and leaving little to the imagination. Aunt Jane was wearing a large pair of sunglasses and was reading a magazine. I bit my lip as I surveyed her firm, tanned figure and wondered how I could appear “casual” as I walked out the door.

When she heard the door slide open, Aunt Jane looked up with her usual great smile and chirped, “Hi, I was wondering when you would show up. I’m starved!”

“Class ran long,” I replied, “and my stomach is eating a hole in my backbone.”

“Let’s eat!” she said, raising the back of her lounge to a near vertical position as I approached with tray in hands. She motioned to the small table between the two chaise lounges, and I sat the tray down. I sat on the edge of the lounge opposite her.

Aunt Jane went about removing the plastic wrap from the tray, showing no signs of self-consciousness over her appearance. She handed me half a sandwich with a smile, taking another for herself and biting off a corner of it with enthusiasm. “Yummmm,” she almost moaned, “this probably wouldn’t taste so good if I weren’t so hungry.”

I alternated among bites of my sandwich, handfuls of chips, and gulps from a can of Coke, all the while discretely drinking in her body. A light gold chain around her neck and two clips in her hair were all that she wore besides the few square inches of bikini. She had a uniform tan that obviously covered her entire body, and a few beads of sweat glistened on her forehead and breastbone. The sound of the waves and the scent of the sea breeze made positive contributions to the near idyllic scene.

After finishing two sandwich halves, Aunt Jane pulled the dark glasses halfway down the bridge of her nose with a single finger. She stared at me over the tops of the sunglasses and asked in an almost menacing tone, “Are you staring at me, Barry?”

My gulp was almost audible, and I lied unconvincingly. “No. No!”

“Don’t you fib to me,” she hissed. “I could see you staring at me.” She paused long enough for my embarrassment to become patently obvious, then added, “Don’t be embarrassed, honey, I don’t mind. In fact, I kind of like it.” She grinned with the last remark, pushed her sunglasses back up, and reclined the back of her lounge about 45 degrees. “You haven’t asked me for any help lately, honey. Are you o.k.?”

Her question threw me off balance again. I cleared my throat and said, “Yeah, I’m o.k., I guess.”

“Would you like some help right now?” I barely paused before nodding my head in the affirmative, and she responded by gracefully turning knees and ankles together, putting her feet to the deck and standing. She reached for my hand, pulled me upright, then led me toward the house. She slid the screened door to my bedroom open, leading me inside and closing the screen behind us. She walked straight to the side of my bed and sat down midway between the headboard and the foot of the bed. She pulled me, still standing, to a position directly in front of her.

“Well, these have to come down,” she said, pulling my shorts and briefs down together, letting them drop around my ankles. My cock was already fully rigid, and she made a low whistle as it bounced into view. She looked up at me and smiled as she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around it, squeezing it softly. “Oh, baby, you do need help,” she said very quietly, but not in a whisper. The fingertips of her left hand slipped beneath my balls, touching them lightly, as her right hand began sliding up and down the length of my shaft.

Her hand moved very slowly up and down the length of my iron-hard cock. Her touch was both delicate and firm, stimulating chills or bolts of energy that cascaded up and down my arms, legs and backbone. My hips began rocking back forth involuntarily, moving in time to the strokes of her hand on my cock. “Feels good, doesn’t it honey?” she stated more than asked. I answered with only a low moan that was a clear affirmative. “You have such a beautiful cock, baby. It feels so good in my hand.” She tightened the grip of her fingers each time they approached the swollen head of my cock, generating a soft moan from me with each circuit.

Her incredible breasts rose and fell on her chest with her breathing, and I could see the nipples and areolas both swelling beneath the thin crocheted fabric of her bikini top. I bit my lip and allowed the fingertips of my right hand to slide along the outside of her left breast. When she made no move in response, I began lightly caressing the soft and very warm skin on the outside of her breast. She seemed to increase the tempo of her strokes on my cock as I moved my fingers over the side of her breast. Emboldened by this, I slipped my hand down over the top of her breast, sliding the tips of my fingers under the tiny patch of fabric that covered her areola and nipple.

She abruptly halted her strokes on my cock, moving her hand quickly to grasp my wrist, pulling my fingers from beneath her bikini top. She replaced my fingers at the side of her breast, saying nothing and resuming her strokes on my cock. I was disappointed but gratified myself with continuous caresses to the side of her firm breast.

The movements of my hips became more urgent. She looked up at me and smiled, then lowered her head, pressing her lips to the head of my cock. I watched through wide eyes as her lips slipped slowly down over the head, then sucked it gently. The feeling was beyond incredible, and the visual was beyond belief. This beautiful, bountifully blessed woman had the head of my cock between her lips, sucking it with apparent relish. My reaction, entirely automatic, was to thrust forward.

Aunt Jane responded to my thrust by moving both of her hands to my ass. She gripped the cheeks of my ass and pulled me toward her, forcing my cock to thrust fully into her mouth. She took its full length, the head undoubtedly pressing back into her throat, holding me there briefly, then allowing me to stroke outward. She moved her head back to get her lips tightly around the head of my cock again, sucking there briefly, then using her hands on my ass to push me full-length back into her mouth. The fingers of both my hands now caressed the outside of both her breasts, and the thrusts of my hips – propelled along by her hands firmly gripping me – became more rapid and urgent.

She pulled her mouth away from my cock just long enough to whisper, “Let it go, baby, cum for me.” Her lips closed tightly around my cock again, and her hands pushed at my ass to drive my cock deep into her mouth and throat. The idea of cumming in her mouth seemed outrageous, but the instincts that I was feeling overcame any sense of outrage.

The impending explosion began as a tightening sensation in my balls. I could feel the build-up to an orgasm, and I also knew there was nothing I could do to slow it down. I moved my hips faster and harder, and Aunt Jane seemed to sense what was happening. Her lips tightened around the head of my cock with each outward stroke, and she pushed me inward, almost with ferocity.

The eruption began in my balls, the cum bursting rapidly up the length of my cock, the first installment splattering into Aunt Jane’s mouth. I could feel her swallow and sensed the increased urgency with which she both sucked at my cock and pushed on my ass. The second blast of cum spurted into her mouth, followed by a third . . . and maybe a fourth. The bolts of energy fired up and down my body and seemed to energize every cell from my toes to my scalp. Just as quickly the energy seemed to drain from me, and I felt like I might fall down.

Aunt Jane continued to suck at my cock, then slowly pulled her mouth away from it, letting the head rub down over her chin as it dropped away. A glob of cum rested at one corner of her mouth, and she moved an index fingertip to push it into her mouth as she smiled broadly at me. “Baby feel much better now?” she intoned, almost in baby-talk. I grinned in a very languid way and put a hand on her shoulder to support myself.

She leaned forward to plant a firm kiss in the middle of my belly, halfway between my navel and pubic mound. Then she slipped around me, standing up, and whispered into my ear, “Go get cleaned up.” She walked through the door of my bedroom into the hall, and I heard the door to her bedroom close behind her.  I dropped to the bed and lay there for five minutes or more before deciding I had better follow instructions. I dragged myself into the shower, and as the stimulating spray from the showerhead restored me to a fully conscious state, I replayed the events of the past twenty minutes in my mind. By the time my shower was concluded, my jaw literally ached from smiling too much and too long.

END OF CHAPTER THREE



Aunt Jane Revisited Ch. 01



What I'm about to tell you happened a few years ago when I was twenty-four. I'd been married since I was nineteen -- far too young, I now realise -- and my wife and I had always had problems, as well as lots of good times.

Luckily we'd decided not to have children until we were sure we'd stay together, had a comfortable home, and I was earning a decent salary. 

It never happened. We split up after five years of marriage that included two years of boredom and drift. We sold the house, split the proceeds, and went our separate ways. We remained friends and occasionally saw one another but moved on to different things. 

A few months after the break up I went on a trippy tour around the UK. I had some money saved and no desire to stay in the town where I'd come to feel completely stale. I visited my closest friends, then some old school mates I'd sort of kept in touch with, then my brother and parents. 

It was my mother who suggested I call on Aunt Jane, who lived in a tiny Shropshire village and had been widowed two years before. 

My mother's youngest sister, 'Auntie Jane' had lived in the next street to ours and often sat for me and my brother until she moved North with her husband when I was eleven. We travelled up to visit her, as a family, every so often.

I'd always liked her. She was quiet but good fun, with a dry wit and a subtle, sensual presence, which disturbed me ever so slightly in my adolescent years.

As I drove up to the small, plain cottage I had no idea what was in store for me.

Jane made me feel welcome, and we immediately relaxed into one another's company. She was just as I'd remembered her - in fact, at forty two, she seemed younger than when I'd last seen her, at my wedding over five years before. 

So easy was the atmosphere between us that I believed her when she said I could stay for as long as I liked. Taking her at her word, I had the run of the house whilst she commuted daily to the next town where she worked as a legal secretary. 

Some evenings we spent together, chatting or playing board games in her sitting room, working our way through a variety of single malt whiskies; other times I'd keep to my room, watching television, or spend a couple of hours in the one pub in the village whilst Jane entertained gentleman callers.

This was just the change that I needed after the sustained tension of an unsuccessful marriage and the pent-up frustration of a drifting, unfocused existence. 

But I was getting more and more curious about my aunt's men friends, and perhaps a bit jealous.

To start with, I was intrigued by the casual, uncomplicated way she had arranged her personal life around my protracted visit. On the second evening of my stay she had said: 

"Oh, I've got a friend coming round about seven tomorrow evening. We'll need to be alone. If you want to stay in that's fine with me, but I won't be around for a couple of hours. Or you might think it's a good time to try the real ale at the Black Swan. I can recommend it." 

So the pattern was set: two or three evenings a week she would entertain one of these men in her bedroom, usually giving me a day's notice of her plans; most of the rest of the time that she wasn't working we would spend together.

When the change came it came swiftly -- on the surface, anyway, but it didn't take a genius to realise that it had been hovering in the wings, gradually drawing closer, since my first day at the cottage

The third Saturday that I was there we drove to the cinema to see Armageddon. Not really my kind of film, Jane remarked on the way back, but I enjoyed it anyway. So had I. The mood was set. 

We made a late, leisurely lunch, then Jane said that she would go and run us a bath. She picked up a two-litre bottle of mineral water and a large carafe of wine and went upstairs.

Fine, I thought, it's happening. And a small voice, further off, added 'at last'.

We lay in the foamy water, sipping the wine, each of us exploring the other's body; and I had to admit that, despite the eighteen years between us, hers was in better condition than mine - and I was in shape. 

"Alex," she announced suddenly, "I need to pee. Do you want a drink?"

There was no need to ask twice. Instinctively I moved forward and knelt up, whilst Jane stood up and bent right over in front of me, leaning on the end of the bath for support. I edged forward to put my mouth right up to her cunt and knelt back down on my haunches, drawing her beautiful arse back down with me, my lips pressed closely against hers.

"Ready?" she asked. I squeezed her thighs in reply, and she began to piss in a controlled, steady stream. I gulped it down as rapidly as I could, trying not to lose a single drop. It tasted fabulous -- there was the merest hint of cinnamon from last night's exotic dinner dessert.

When she had finished she sat back down in the bath, ran in more hot water and said: 

"That felt fucking amazing, I've been wanting to do it since you came here."

"Why did you wait so long? Earlier would have been fine for me."

"Oh, you know, outstanding commitments, that sort of thing. This is the first weekend I've felt enough space to start our love affair." 

She looked at me enquiringly and added:

"Do you think we can have a love affair? A real one?"

"No doubt about that. I'd say we've really got under way now, and it looks pretty good to me."

"I'm glad you said that. Stand up. I'd like to suck you off. Please."

I did as I was told. Jane eased up into a kneeling position, took hold of my cock, which had been rock hard for some time now, and took it into her mouth. 

Gripping my balls with her hand and stroking the underneath of my penis she slid it in and out, taking it far back into her throat, then almost out of her, just holding it in the front of her mouth and using her lips and tongue to stimulate the most sensitive part, then easing it back in with a gently rocking rhythm. 

About a minute of this was all it took before I erupted, and shot jets of spunk into her mouth. She gargled theatrically and swallowed. 

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

She smiled up at me. "I'm so glad this relationship is going to be civilised."

The rest of that afternoon passed in a magical blur of the most intense sex that I had ever experienced. We fucked in all the positions we could think of, and when neither one of had an immediate inspiration we would go into the 69 position where she sat on my face and pissed in my mouth whilst we licked and sucked one another to orgasm after orgasm. 

The wine and mineral water were all we needed for those few hours, and most of them I drank twice over.

From then on Jane decided that it would be fun to dress "for the occasions, so as to be ready at any time", as she put it, so when we were alone in the house together she would always remove her knickers and put on a microskirt that didn't even cover her arse and cunt fully. 

But it certainly drew attention to them, and she would make sure of this by bending over in front of me in an exaggerated fashion, especially if I was trying to do some quiet reading or seemed absorbed in some TV programme. 

Then I would be on my knees straight away, licking, kissing and fondling her cheeks, sucking and licking out her cunt, and playing with my tongue around her anus. 

Sometimes she would simply come over to me, tell me to lie down, sit on my face, and piss herself empty into my mouth.

Soon she started to put bananas up her cunt for me to eat, from a variety of angles, and strawberries or grapes. She was a great believer in a diet rich in potassium, vitamin C, flavonoids, and sex. 

But our all-time favourite activity, we agreed, was the 69 position where I drank her piss and we sucked one another off. As she said:

"It's so simple yet so fucking mind-blowing. Why doesn't everyone do it all the time? How can we all find so many other less pleasurable things to do so much of the time?" 

I thought for a bit. Yes, she seemed to be right about that too ...



Aunt Jane Revisited Ch. 02



In Chapter 1 Alex renewed acquaintance with his favourite Aunt after his divorce and ended up staying with her.

In this way we passed some idyllic weeks. 

During the day, whilst Jane was at work, I would potter around the house, doing odd jobs for her and tidying up, walk around the village (which took all of ten minutes) greeting the older members of the community who were out and about, surf the Net, and dip into Jane's extensive library of books on just about every topic under the sun.

One evening, curled up on the sofa together, we got to talking in some detail about her life in the village. She had moved there nearly twenty years before with her husband, a builder-decorator and amateur poet, who managed to pick up a reasonably steady stream of work in the surrounding towns. When Jane was appointed to her job at the solicitors where she was still working they were sufficiently well off to buy the two-bedroomed cottage that I was now lodging in so comfortably.

This agreeable existence had been abruptly terminated when Jane's husband, Nick, died: whilst replacing some tiles on a roof he somehow missed his footing and fell on to the concrete yard below. It was a bad fall; he suffered multiple injuries, including a broken neck. He regained consciousness briefly but never began the process of recovery proper; just four days after the accident he experienced a catastrophic loss of blood pressure, went into shock, and died within minutes.

Jane was not with him when he died but she had spent most of those last days at his bedside, and she told me how he was at times sufficiently alert to take active pleasure in her company: commanding and organised as ever, when she saw that Nick was maybe in a state to appreciate her attentions she told the nursing staff that she would like some private time with her dying husband. 

If necessary, she insisted. 

Then she drew the curtains of the small side ward, put a wedge under the door (for whose sake, she wondered . . who would really mind?), and coaxed some life into his failing soul, and body, with her beautiful lips and tongue (these are my words now, as I retell her telling). Usually she managed to build him to climax and swallow the last of the spunk that he would ever be able to give her.

She told me that she wondered, looking back, whether she had hastened his death, until a surgeon friend of hers assured her that her husband had done well to survive four days given the extent of his injuries. He added that the combined effects of the opiates and Jane's fellatio would have made his passing as pleasurable as he could have wished for.

That seemed to be borne out by her husband's reaction at the time: although he could talk only haltingly and in fractured phrases he was able to convey his love for her and his deep gratitude for her sexual ministrations. With the sensibilities of a poet and a vein of black humour his last whispered words to her were:

"I told you my love was undying. I can prove that now, by dying before my love for you does."

"He did not, no way, say that - did he? Even allowing that he probably wasn't at his best, being as how he was dying, it's offensively sentimental. And, for a poet - well, unspeakably tasteless."

Jane looked momentarily offended, then relaxed and laughed.

"OK, I was embellishing, but I think he might have been trying to say something like that. Or at least he would have done if he'd thought of it. I guess the dying can sometimes be a bit Me Me about things."

I sometimes wondered about her sardonic humour. I mean, there's dark, then there's dark. 

She went on to tell me how she had coped with life after Nick's death. On the surface nothing much changed but she became possessed of a sense of mortality and resolved to experience life's pleasures and joys. 

It was not in her nature to exploit or bully so she was not going to gratify herself at the expense of other people, but in her clear-eyed, intelligent way she realised that other people's desire for sex was often thwarted and turned into festering malevolence or self-destructive frustration. 

She did not want that to happen to her, nor to anyone that she could help (whilst she was helping herself), so she put her life on a frankly hedonistic course and launched into a series of sexual encounters, some of them one-off engagements, some longer term associations. 

Looking at the world in this way, opportunities presented themselves with remarkable frequency, even in the tiny community of sixty or so people that made up the village population. There were also episodes in the town that she worked in, naturally.

Her first liaison was with the local shopkeeper, George, an affable man, whose wife was fond of her husband but not that bothered about sex, which had never been particularly good to her. During one after-hours delivery to her house Jane invited him into her bedroom and they explored their desires and individual tastes. Finding a match they continued this relationship, as it became, for the past three years, until my arrival. 

George was one of Jane's gentleman callers that I'd seen in my first week with her. They met once a week to satisfy his passion for anal sex. Jane was not as much into it as George was, but once a week felt about right to her since she was so highly charged sexually and did so much other stuff. 

"I'd like to carry on seeing George. You're an important part of my life, Alex, but still only a part. Do you mind?"

I did mind. I wanted this astonishingly sexy, intelligent woman all to myself, but I had the sense to realise that I could easily drive her away by being clingy and possessive. Still, I couldn't help sounding a bit solemn as I replied: 

"Quite honestly, I'll find it difficult, Jane, but if you need to keep seeing George I can't say no. It's your life - and your house I'm staying in. As long as we can carry on as we've been I'll go along with whatever you want."

She kissed me lightly on the lips and gave my cock a little squeeze, before starting with a gentle rubbing motion.

"And Mark, Brad, Sue, Michael, Sergei and Mahmoud? Do you mind about them?"

I considered a minute. Had I expected she would ditch all her lovers because of our new, passionate relationship? Maybe I'd assumed she would, or half-hoped for it, without giving the matter much thought? 

Was I in an alternate reality Carry On film - Carry on Aunting, for example? 

"If that's what you want, Jane. I'm really uneasy though. Not because of you seeing other people - why only one woman, by the way? - but because of practicalities: I don't see how we can carry on as we've been if you're having to fit in - quite literally - all these others."

Still stroking me, gazing at my gradual thickening and rising, she replied slowly:

"That's the second time you've said 'carry on as we've been'." 

She looked up at me:

"We can, in a sense, Alex, but it's not going to be the same thing day after day, month after month. We'd grow stale. We can do all the delightful things we've been doing, be intense and really into one another. But we'll be doing other things as well. Or at least I will. What you do is up to you, but I don't want you to mope and start getting obsessive. You'll get yourself down. We've had a marvellous opening to our relationship and spent all this time together, fucking and finding out what else we're into. We develop from here."

She paused. I was reassured by her talking about 'our relationship' as something established, that had begun so well and would continue. I was also very close to coming. She knew this and bent down and took me in her mouth, giving me a series of nibbles, licks and sucks until the familiar torrent of spunk gushed out and down her throat. Well, maybe it wasn't really a torrent, but I could tell myself it felt like that. I leaned my head back against the sofa.

"I'm not into gang-bangs, Alex, with men or women. I think you know that."

I nodded. "Neither am I."

"Good. It's one at a time then. So we spend quality time together, quality time apart, and live our quality lives."

We laughed.

"A Quality Street life it is, then," I said, and reached for a chocolate, "do you want?"

"Please." 

I unwrapped it and placed it on her tongue. "Your reward. For being straightforward and honest with me."

"Put yours inside me and count to ten – if you can wait that long," she suggested.

I unwrapped a nut-centred chocolate, inserted it carefully into her cunt, pushing it some way up, and knelt in front of her as she slowly parted her legs.

"One, two, three ... "

* * *

"Tell me how you and Mahmoud met."

We were lying, half dozing, sated, in our favourite position. I ran my tongue softly around her clitoris, skimming across it once or twice. "Well?"

"Don't stop."

"Can-you-ever-have-enough?!"

Jane pulled back and looked down at me, her eyes wide in mock surprise. "And I thought you were getting to know me!"

I laughed. "Your whim is my command, Mistress."

She rolled over and lay on top of me, opened her legs and pressed her cunt down lightly on my face. I got busy with my tongue, and soon felt the exquisite touch of Jane's lips around the tip of my cock, drawing me in and working slowly with her tongue, sliding me in and out of her mouth. This time she came first, moaning with pleasure, then easing into one of her sequences of multiple orgasms, with a few moments of 'plateau' activity between them. I came then, just once, feeling her draw my spunk down her throat, kneading my balls to extract the last drop, as she climaxed one last time, let out a mighty shriek, and arched her back up and pressed down on my face hard. We relaxed, subsided, gently nuzzling one another, licking up stray drops of love juice.

At last she spoke, in a dreamy, far-off voice: 

"Mahmoud . . . I saw this young boy - well, he looked about seventeen, though it turned out he was twenty three - at the bus stop near the office. A sweet dark angel, leaning against the side of the bus shelter, gazing at nothing in particular. I only saw him for a few seconds; the traffic was moving slowly but it didn't stop - I'd been hoping it would, so I could drink in more of him.

"That was that. A vision waiting for public transport. Then the next day he appeared in reception. He had an appointment with Mr Singer - someone must have booked that in when I had a couple of days off the previous week, because normally I'd have known who was coming when. Still, I'm glad I wasn't expecting him; suddenly appearing like that - maybe he really was an angel, was my first thought. 

"Anyway, I made him a cup of coffee while he was waiting. He didn't want sugar so I wasn't sure about putting a little cunt juice into his coffee in case he tasted it and commented, but I risked it. I watched him and smiled and chattered like a maniac as he drank it, and felt myself melting. He was pleasant and friendly, answered me quietly - he wasn't much of a chatterbox himself - and when Mr Singer phoned through to say he was ready to see him he came over and put the cup on my desk.

" 'Thank you for the drink. What is your name?'

" 'Jane.'

" 'I'm pleased to meet you, Jane.'

" 'I'll see you again, Mahmoud.'

"He looked a bit startled at that. I laughed: 'When you come out of your meeting, of course. I expect I'll still be here.'

"He laughed then. He had a sweet, mellow laugh.

"When he came out I told him I could meet him at five o'clock in the café a couple of doors down to go through some details of his case with him. If he thought he was getting a surprising amount of attention from this firm of solicitors, first from the senior partner and then from the office secretary, he didn't say so. We met, we chatted, we went to a hotel, we fucked. We've been doing it ever since."

She looked down at me. "Are you okay with this, Alex?"

"Sure. I asked. You're telling me."

"It doesn't make you feel jealous?"

"A bit. But I've got to get used to that if I'm going to be with you, I've managed to work that much out. And it's me who's here with you now, with various bits of me inside you. Apart from that, I think I don't mind feeling just a little jealous; it keeps me sharp, keeps me appreciative."

"I'm not sure what you mean by that, my testosterone-fuelled nephew, but I'll take it that I'm going to reap the benefit of it."

Oh yes, mistress, you will. Every way that I can think of.



Aunt Jane Takes A Trip



Jane was nervous going through security, just the unfamiliarity of it all. And she was nervous checking in, settling into her seat, and when the plane finally took off. This was David's third trip to Vienna in three months and he was more focused on work than anything else. With his calm presence and the steady, droning confinement of the airplane, Jane finally relaxed. A little red wine with her meal and she was ready for a nap. David was working through a steel sector analysis as Jane quietly curled up and gently rested her head on his shoulder, quickly falling into a deep sleep. 

They looked like a typical couple, only she was looked a little older, maybe even old enough to be his mother. And she could be, except she was his mother's older sister, his Aunt Jane. His smiled down at her as she shifted slightly in her tight airline seat. It was his mother's idea to take along his aunt on this trip, to keep him company and to get Aunt Jane away for a little mini-vacation. A year had passed since Jane's divorce and she needed some time away, even just a four day trip to Austria. 

David worked for an investment bank, researching companies, doing preliminary inquiries, and beginning the long negotiation process before the lawyers and bankers stepped in. His company was interested in a small steel mill in Austria and he was trying to become a quick expert in heavy industry. He glanced up from his papers as the stewardess passed by with drinks for another passenger. She gave him a curt smile and he tried not to let his mind wander to what she might look like in his hotel room. With his aunt sleeping against his shoulder, he hardly looked or felt like the kind of guy who could pick up a stewardess. His aunt had surprised him, though, wearing a smart, but casual, outfit for the plane ride, looking quite attractive. Going through the airport, he had sensed more than a few glances at them as a couple, which he almost mentioned to her. He looked down at her hair and face, his eyes straying for just a moment down her chest and to her legs. "Not bad for 51, 52, maybe 53," he said to himself. Then he shook his head clear. "My mom's sister, Aunt Jane, what the hell am I thinking." 

The first two nights he worked until dinner, met her at the hotel, walked to a restaurant and chatted about family and travel and life and the news through a delicious meal. After dinner, Jane changed into her flannel pajamas, crossed the hall to his room, and watched his tv and chatted while he worked through his notes and explained parts of the negotiations to her. When David got out his laptop, Jane offered to rub his sore neck and shoulders. He laughed at first and she told him she was in strong shape and could give him a true deep shoulder rub if he let her. Jane was as good as her promise and David looked forward to the second night's massage as much as he dreaded the work he had to do. 

Jane's hands were working on David's neck and shoulders as he tried to type into his laptop, reaching back into his memory to capture the tone of what his notes said the other party's lead negotiator had said. He closed his eyes, trying to reimagine the scene in the conference room and the way the man spoke into his coffee cup every time he mentioned supplier relations. With his eyes closed, his mind wandered a bit and he relaxed further into the hands rubbing his sore muscles. Jane's hands worked over his neck and down his shoulders and he realized when he heard it that he moaned a little in appreciation. A wonderful woman massaging him, exactly what he needed. His mind worked up an image of a woman in one-piece black lingerie whispering into his ear as she rubbed his shoulders, imagined her long brownish red hair and her soft cheek bones, imagined her full and curvy and luscious body, her shaped held in tight by the satin and silk wrapped around her, bright green eyes, delicious lips. His mind was racing now, taking his body along with him. Jane's questions startled him back into reality.

"Do you have much more to do? Or is this too distracting?" 

"Oh, no, that feels great, but, yes, um, I do have more to do. Your hands are so relaxing I am afraid I would be asleep before I get any more of this done tonight." 

Jane bent down and kissed the top of his head, then released his shoulders and stepped back, saying, "Sleep well, don't stay up too late, and meet me for breakfast at 9, ok?"

He smiled to her as she went to the door, "Of course, breakfast, 9am sharp." 

Later, much later, David lay in bed and let his mind wander back to the woman massaging his shoulders, the woman in the one-piece satin and silk lingerie, the woman with the brownish red hair. Without thinking he reached for his growing hardness and brought the image into clearer focus, imaging legs and hips and breasts and a soft neck and lovely face. And his eyes opened wide as he realized he was thinking of Jane, imaging his aunt in lingerie, massaging his shoulders and coaxing him into bed. He looked down at his now solid maleness, feeling both incredibly turned-on and unsure, uncertain. After a few minutes of trying to think about work, trying to get his mind elsewhere, he turned on the TV, found a late night Europorn channel and watched mindless, plotless fucking until his mental images were littered with blonde German girls and hot Italian women. 

For their last dinner in Vienna, Jane decided she should buy her nephew a gift. A thank-you gift, for the trip, for being a great nephew, for everything. She wanted to buy him a suit, but knew he had a tailor back home, so decided to find a nice jacket, shirt, and tie, something casual enough to wear to dinner, but for a nice dinner out. Going through the racks in the men's department, Jane thought about his build, about the strength in his shoulders, neck, and arms that she felt last night giving him a massage. She imagined what he would look like in each jacket, taking her time with careful consideration. When she finally got to the counter, the saleswoman smiled and asked her something in German. Jane smiled back and answered in English, apologizing for not speaking German. 

"Oh, madam, I just complimented you on your selections. Your special friend will certainly appreciate his gifts." 

Jane's face flushed as she thought of David and started to tell the sales girl that her "special friend" was her nephew, but she stopped herself and just smiled. Walking out of the store, thinking about David, she wondered why she didn't say anything, why she kept it to herself, almost like a secret, that her "special friend" was her sister's son. 

Coffee and a croissant for lunch, then Jane felt a little sexy, a little frisky and playful, a little like a girl getting ready for a big date. She had seen a small boutique near the hotel which specialized in lingerie and she decided she should wear something special tonight, too. Not just the dress she had saved for their last night in Vienna, but something special underneath. As soon as the thought crossed her mind -- "something special for my special friend" -- she blushed and felt a little unsure, uncertain how she could be thinking such things. Jane almost walked passed the lingerie store, then rationalized for a moment and stepped inside. "Something simple and black and suitable for an old lady like me," she thought, and found just the right satin and silk piece in just her size. 

Jane had saved a special dress for their last dinner in Vienna, a long black dress with a velvet top, cut just a bit low in the front. Underneath, the new black satin and silk lingerie. Jane looked at herself in the mirror, thinking she could lose a few more pounds and maybe her chest was not as large or prominent as it once had been, but she also hadn't felt so sexy in a long time. David would certainly have an attractive date for the evening, maybe even turn a few heads. David had called when he was ready and suggested a drink in his room before they set off for dinner. She crossed the hall and watched his eyes roam all over her body when he greeted her. She felt sexy, wanted, desired, delicious, even if this was her nephew, it felt great to sense his obvious attraction to her. 

David was nearly speechless, trying to making some small talk in his room and then quickly getting them out the door and into a taxi. His aunt Jane was stunning, in a beautiful black dress, her face seeming to glow even more this evening than usual. His immediately thought of kissing her and clawing through her dress and ravaging her and he knew they needed to get out in public quickly. At the restaurant, he watched her walk away from the table to the ladies room, admiring her every curve and silk smooth motions. When he looked away, an older guy at a nearby table caught his eye and gave him a wink. David smiled, then felt a little foolish. This was his Aunt Jane, his mother's sister, and even though she was the most incredible woman in the restaurant, they were on the kind of date that ends with separate rooms and separate beds. And one aching hard-on. 

A delicious dinner, a bottle of red wine, a shared chocolate desert, and they were off. Jane had enjoyed every minute of the meal: David's attentiveness, his stories about traveling and work, his careful questions about her divorce, his ease with the German waitress, and the looks she got from other women around them. She was the center of this young handsome man's attention and she loved it. And they had enough delicious food and wine to make them both relaxed and happy and completely at ease in each other's company. They laughed about doing this kind of trip again soon. 

In the taxi, David said the name of the hotel and Jane laughed and leaned up against him. "I am so glad you speak German, dear, or I would be completely lost here." 

The cab driver said something, looking back at Jane and David as he started to drive. "What did he say, David?" 

"He said we looked like two lovebirds, a perfect match." David started to lean forward to explain to the driver that this was his aunt, not his date, but Jane put her hand on his arm and pulled him back. 

"Don't spoil it for him, dear, let him think we are a lovebird couple." Jane laughed with a little conspiratorial giggle. David glanced at her, then told the driver, in German, "take the scenic route, not so directly, understand?" The driver nodded. Jane asked what he said and David laughed in his own conspiratorial way. "I just asked for a quiet ride." 

Jane sighed and leaned against him. He slid his arm around her and she shifted her hips, resting her head on his shoulders. "Don't think I had too much wine, David," she said, "This just feels so comfortable, gliding around Vienna with you." David took one of her hands in his and rested his head on hers. "I know, I know." She moved their hands to his leg. Jane took a deep breath and wondered if she had ever had such a completely perfect date in her life. David looked up at the taxi driver just as he glanced back and winked. 

When they arrived at the hotel, Jane pulled herself up a little and smiled at David. "Such a pleasant evening." Before the doorman could let the cold air in, David leaned into Jane and gave her a light kiss on the lips, then said, "Such a pleasant trip." The door opened. 

When the elevator door closed, she leaned over to him and kissed him lightly on the lips and said, "Thank you for a wonderful dinner." David smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, saying, "And thank you for the new jacket and shirt." Jane smiled and stepped back a little. "No 'thank you' for the tie?" He laughed and went to kiss her again just as the elevator stopped. They looked at each as the door opened.

She laughed and started down the hall, her mind racing. Was she flirting, was she seducing, how could she seduce him, this wasn't a movie, this wasn't a pretend date, this was really her nephew, this was really the man who just enchanted and charmed her for the entire evening and who arms and chest felt so strong and comfortable and who kissed slowly and softly and she knew he was watching her every step down the hall. 

David stared at his Aunt Jane, in her glorious black dress with her deliciously round ass and the soft sway of her hips. He closed his eyes for a half second and imagined her kneeling above him, her full breasts swaying above his lips. He caught up to her as they reached his door. 

"Come inside for a glass of port, to round out the evening, the perfect after dinner drink." 

"My dear, David, you are such a gentleman, maybe a bit of port would be just right." 

Inside, he poured their drinks while she opened the curtains and looked out over the balcony into Vienna's night. "Beautiful," she said. Yes, you are, he thought as he handed her a glass. 

He stood behind and bent down slowly, lightly pressing his lips to her bare shoulder. She sipped her port and stared straight ahead. "How long have you wanted this to happen?" he asked. 

"This what?" she asked, smiling just a little and tilting her head slightly. For a moment, David was unsure, thinking maybe he had gone just a little too far. Their kisses had been just soft kisses so far, suggestive, yes, but nothing more. Then she leaned back just a little, letting her shoulders come back to meet his kisses. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nibbled her neck and said, "why don't you tell me exactly what you think, what you want to happen next." She sighed and rested one arm on his, taking a long sip of port before she started talking quietly. 

"I have thought about they way your lips would taste and imagined your eyes closed as your lips met mine. I have thought about your hands running through my hair and pulling my face closer to yours, your lips pressing more urgently against mine." He nibbled and slowly unzipped the back of her dress, revealing for the first time the black silk and satin lingerie beneath. She kept talking, almost a half-whisper, "I have thought about your hands linked together with mine, slowly exploring, slowly touching." He slipped the dress down her arms. "I have watched your hands and imagined them touching me, massaging me." His fingers pressed her dress down over her waist and over her hips and down her legs. He was amazed by the sight of her in the exact black satin and silk he had imagined. His growing hard-on was aching in his pants. 

"David, David?"

"Yes?" His teeth bit into her neck as his fingers ran up and down the length of her soft legs. "David, I have wanted you deep inside me, David." He groaned and pressed his hips against her, letting her feel how hard he was, how much he wanted to be inside her. She closed the curtains. "Yes, David, yes. Please." 

Jane reached behind her, set the port down on a desk, and pulled David hard against her, pressing her ass back against him. Everything felt so good. His strong arms. His soft kisses and bites. His cock pressed between her ass. He mind raced with the thought, "his cock." But even what she was saying felt good, just to say it, to say the words out loud and hear what she had been thinking and wanting. She felt him unbuckle his pants and step out of them, then press himself against her again. She leaned her head back. "Kiss my neck again, dear, please." His hands wandered over her hips and massaged her thighs, then shot up strong across her belly and nestled under each breast. And she started talking again. "When I massaged your neck I thought about kissing you, massaging you all over, running my hands down your back and legs." His fingers reached between her thighs and unclasped her lingerie. She let out a low slow moan as his fingers felt how warm she was. "When I sat across from you at breakfast, I thought about waking up next to you and resting my leg across yours, feeling your nakedness next to me." His fingers slowly parted her legs and gently cupped the soft mound of her pussy. He shifted against her ass, moving his hardened cock against the fabric of her lingerie. "When I put on my dress tonight I imagined you taking it off me, your hands ripping it off my body in a fit of pure lust." 

She moaned as his fingers danced across her pussy lips, just grazing her wetness, carefully exploring. She wanted to press his fingers into her, push her ass back against him, feel his tongue on her lips, her breasts, her pussy. She tried to say everything all at once, then just nuzzled back against him, her legs feeling weaker. "Keep talking to me, Jane," he growled, and his fingers slipped along the outside of her pussy lips, pressing them together. 

She wrapped fingers around his and gently led their hands in a slow stroke along the length of her pussy, pressing against her lips but not yet diving into her. With her other hand she reached back and felt for his cock. He bit hard on her neck as her fingers found him, then he growled again, "talk to me, Jane. Talk to me, Aunt Jane."

Hearing the word "aunt" made her fingers push his in between her pussy lips finally, snaking and sliding into her deepness. They both groaned a little then she started talking again, still guiding his fingers with her, moving them faster and deeper now. "David, David, David, I need your fingers, I need your kisses, I need your mouth, oh..." David slowed down their fingers and started slowly pressing just one of her fingers and one of his past the very edge of her opening, teasingly slipping inside and slipping out. "Tell me everything you want, Aunt Jane." 

She felt her body melting onto their hands, not sure she could still stand up. His cock was pressed against her ass, her cheeks opening for him. She wanted him, everywhere, now. "When you kissed me, David, when you kissed me in the elevator..." She suddenly pushed two of his fingers deep inside her, bending over just slightly, letting his cock slide a little closer against her ass. "That kiss was it. I knew I had to fuck you, I had to fuck you, oh, fuck, David." He bit her neck hard and she felt all her energy, all her feeling, every ounce of her body seem to rush between her legs. "I need your cock, David, my David, I need your..."

"Jane, I need to be inside you, fuck, I need to be inside you now."

"No, David, no, just, oh, fuck, just keep, oh, cum with me, David." She bent a little lower with each thrust of his fingers deeper into her pussy. He couldn't hold back much longer, his cock near bursting, his eyes soaking in Jane's beautiful ass as she fucked his fingers. "David, David, I am cumming now..." He held her up with one hand, pressed three fingers deeper into her sloppy wet pussy. "David, fuck, yes, your cock, I need..."

He exploded. His cock fired streams of white cum all over her soft ass and her black lingerie, the warm liquid goo landing all over them both, running down their legs, between her ass cheeks. She reached back and pressed his hips hard against her to feel the last burst of cum pulse through his cock. Jane's body shook and writhed on its own, just moving to move against him. He looked down and smiled, the mess he had made all over her incredible ass. 

She turned quickly, trapping his still hard cock between them. Jane looked straight into her nephew's eyes, and said, "David, I think I need a long shower." Then, finally, she reached up with both hands, held his face, and gave him a deep, long kiss, her tongue teasing him, her smiling finally overcoming their mouths. "I will join you in just a minute," he said. 

A few minutes later, David stepped into the shower as Jane soaked in the hot water. "What took so long, dear?"

"I had to make two calls." Jane was a little surprised, but saw the smile on his face. "I changed our hotel and our flight reservations. We are here for the weekend, Jane. Right here."



Aunt Jane



Tony's language was rather crude, but erotic. I let him ramble on. "Oh man, you are a good buddy to let me fuck your beautiful wife. I can't get over how good a fuck my sister is. One time I was on my back and she was sitting on top of me with my cock in her pussy. She made the most sexy and wild movements that I felt like I shot two loads of cum in her. 

Another time I was on my back when my sister was sucking my cock. Her long blond hair was hanging down over her face as her mouth was going up and down. I could see her pretty face through the strands of blond hair. Your wife was a picture of beauty. I felt like I wanted this to last forever." 

Tony kept rambling on in his drunkenness to repeatedly say my wife was one of the best fucks he ever had and that she was so sexy and pretty. I felt very proud of her, but I already knew my wife is a very pretty girl and very sexy, too. I felt bad that she drank so much and now Tony is telling me the wild times he had fucking her. However, it did turn me on to hear the details. 

We pulled into his apartment complex. He said he hoped it didn't bother me because he fucked my wife and he would like to do it again soon. He said I was such a good buddy to let him fuck her. No buddy could ever be any better.

I said he could call her sometime during the week to see if she was rested up and ready. I would leave it up to her. I told him next time I wanted to be involved as a threesome. He commented, "Man oh man, that's alright with me, we can both fuck her at the same time, my sister is so sexy and hot, I'm sure she can handle both of us. She can suck your dick while I fuck her pussy. Then we can switch places. I can hardly wait to fuck her some more." He kept rambling on in his crude but drunken erotic language as he shut the car door and I drove away. 

I returned home to find my wife in bed in the same position we had left her. I uncovered her and looked at her shapely body. Her ample tits were firm as I touched them. I let my hands feel of her long blond hair. These are the same strands of hair that were hanging down over her face for Tony to see her beauty as she sucked his cock. These strands of hair were not bouncing around now and they felt soft on my fingers.

She was lying on her side. I felt the soft skin on her shoulders and allowed my hands to roam down her body. The skin on her stomach was very soft and smooth to my touch. Her brother's hard body had been lying and rubbing on this part of her body while he had his cock in her.

I felt of her butt knowing he had banged up against this part of her body when he fucked her doggie style. I was looking at her butt cheeks and saw a glimpse of her pussy that Tony had used. 

I rolled her over on her back and spread her legs. She was "out" and made no move on her own. I stood back to look at my wife's beautiful body, the body my brother had just ravished. 

I knew she had enjoyed each stroke of her brother's cock, each squirt of his cum in her mouth and pussy. My hand moved down between her legs. She was still very wet with his cum. 

I moved my finger up and down her slit. I realized this same area was where her brother probably moved his cock up and down before easing it in her. I then stuck two fingers in her very juicy pussy. Her brother had shot several loads in her and it had not all drained out.

I got the dildo out of the night stand and proceeded to put it in her. First I moved the point up and down her pussy lips like Tony would have done with his cock. Then I slowly entered it all the way in. She was very lubricated with Tony's cum. I moved it back and forth the same way brother's cock would have moved. I even decided to turn the vibrator on a little to see if my wife would wake up. No, she was really asleep.

I removed the dildo and realized I had a very hard cock by reminiscing how her brother had fucked her. Should I or should I not add my cum to his cum. I had to undress to get in bed anyway. What position should I fuck her? I could roll her over on her side and fuck her from the back. No. I decided to move sideways in the bed, left up one of her legs over my body and fuck her that way. She didn't move while I positioned my body under her nearest leg. 

I moved up close enough to get my hard cock in. Some of her brother's cum was oozing out of her The one leg over my body was like a limp rag. As I was fucking her, I thought about his cock buried in her earlier today. I thought I might as well not rush. I kept fucking her for a long time.

During this time I remembered my sexy time with Aunt Jane this afternoon. She had given me a good blow job and I fucked her doggie style. I knew I was going back again to see her in a few days. I had my wife's permission as long as she could fuck her brother. That made me think about him fucking my beautiful, shapely, blond wife. Guess I wasn't really jealous because it turned me on so much to see him fuck her or to the hear about it afterwards.

Since Tony was my brother, it was all in the family, no strangers. She seemed to like his cock, too. Next time I want to stay to see him fuck her more than I did last time.

I was still slowly fucking my wife. I decided to speed up and cum. I groaned and my body stiffened as I shot a load in her pussy to mingle with her brother's cum. I then cleaned her up the best I could with some tissues. I rolled her over on her side, snuggled up to her back, put my arm around her to hold one breast, and prepared to go to sleep. I hoped her hangover would not be too severe tomorrow morning.

Sexual activity looked very promising for this coming week. Tony would probably call early in the week to make a date with my wife, his sister. He would fuck her while I watched and I would probably join in. Also, I would be going back to help Aunt Jane fulfill her desire for sex.



Aunt Janet's Farewell



Aunt Janet and I had enjoyed a quick shower and had gotten dressed. For having just turned 30, she certainly seemed to have hit the fountain of youth concerning sex. Aunt Janet had on shorty shorts and a skimpy camisole. She had a smoking body. She looked hot with her big, dark nipples poking through the fabric, barely hiding her assets. I started to get a tingle in the groin thinking about sliding my cock between those tits. 

Then Roxanne came through the front door. My wife of two months was only eight years younger than Aunt Janet. They had grown up like sisters. Roxanne looked as if she had run a marathon. Her hair was messed up and her clothes just weren't fitting as smooth as when I left her this morning. 

"Did you get the hot tub fixed?" Roxanne asked.

"It was just the circuit breaker," Aunt Janet explained.

"What were you guys doing all morning then?"

Aunt Janet was making sandwiches for lunch as she replied, "I kept Billy busy!"

After lunch Roxanne told Aunt Janet that she could see her boobs under the camisole. They were in full view when she leaned over. With that Aunt Janet walked closer to Roxanne and slid the camisole off.

"Would you like a closer look?" as she took Roxanne's hands and placed them on her boobs. "Pull on my nipples," she commanded Roxanne. Aunt Janet's nipples were growing more erect and getting bigger as Roxanne pulled on them. "Now suck on this one" as she placed her right nipple in front of her mouth. As Roxanne started sucking Aunt Janet's nipple, I slid my cock out from my shorts and started to stroke it. 

"Come here Billy." Aunt Janet commanded and I walked over. She grabbed my cock in her hand and started to stoke it. "We had lots of fun Roxy," she told my wife. "Would you like to see me deep throat your husband?"

"Oh yes, let me watch that!" Roxanne moaned.

Aunt Janet turned and swallowed my 8 inches. She bobbed up and down, swallowing my whole cock and then coming up for air and then back again. Roxanne moved closer to me and started to kiss me, murmuring "That is so hot!" Soon Roxanne was pulling hard on Aunt Janet's tits. Grabbing Aunt Janet's nipples, Roxanne was pulling those boobs as far off her chest as possible. Then she let go and started again. Aunt Janet was moaning while sucking my cock. The Aunt Janet told Roxanne it was her turn to blow me. Roxanne told me to sit on the kitchen table and was soon bent over sucking my cock. Aunt Janet was behind Roxanne and licking her back and ass. Then she grabbed her butt cheeks, pulled them apart and ran her tongue over and in Roxanne's puckered anus. Roxanne moaned in pleasure. Aunt Janet graduated to her middle finger. Slowly she inserted it in Roxanne's anus. Then she pulled it out and then back in. Soon she was finder fucking Roxanne's asshole faster and faster. Then to two and three fingers. Slowly she stretched out Roxanne's asshole.

"Roxy, Billy is going to fuck your asshole now. Take your mouth off his cock, spit on it and then get ready!"

Roxanne remained bent over the table as I mounted her anus from behind. As I entered Roxanne's anus, Aunt Janet slid her finger in my anus as well. "Roxy, I've got my middle finger in your husband's ass while he's fucking your ass! Do you find that hot?"

"Fuck yes! Finger his ass!"

Aunt Janet wanted me to come on Roxanne's face, so I pumped faster and faster in her ass. Her finger was deep in my asshole as I pumped my wife. I've never felt like this before. I couldn't delay any longer. I pulled out and Roxanne turned to take a load on her face. It was centered on her nose and eyes. Aunt Janet came to Roxanne and started to lick it off her face. Then she kissed me and stuck her tongue in my mouth and let me taste my own cum. Then she went back for more.

After we were cleaned up, Aunt Janet told Roxanne that she and I had been having all sorts of kinky sex the last two days. Roxanne acted shocked that I would have all those different kinds of sex. She had never known that I liked that.

"I'm not sure that I knew either." I replied. "But I know now. I want to visit your Aunt more often and I think that we should have a three way more often. And remember that you promised to fuck me with a strap on tonight and then I can fuck your ass again."

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Aunt Janet's Hot Tub



"Billy, you must remember Aunt Janet," said my newlywed wife Roxanne.

"Of course I do. How could I forget?" as I eyed her long and tall body that was adorned with what seemed like D cup boobs that had nipples thrusting out from her bikini top. She was cute with short curly black hair. We were visiting Roxanne's parents and relatives in Long Island after two months of marriage.

Aunt Janet invited us in and then we went out back. Aunt Janet sure seemed to be flaunting that body as she served us Long Island Tea under her umbrella at the small table by the pool. I was starting to feel that familiar feeling in my groin as I watched Aunt Janet walk around. I was hoping that Roxanne wasn't looking at the bulge starting in my shorts. Tonight Roxanne would be helping me get rid of that tension from my 8 inch cock. Perhaps a blowjob or maybe some doggy style fucking!

After some small talk Aunt Janet invited us into the hot tub next to the pool. We had swim suits in the car and I enthusiastically accepted, but Roxanne begged off and suggested she might take a nap inside. Aunt Janet was agreeable and after changing I left Roxanne inside and jumped in the hot tub, trying not to show my hard on to Aunt Janet. She was already in the hot tub. I slipped in on the opposite side.

"You know that Roxanne and I are like sisters," Aunt Janet said. "We're only eight years apart. I was born twenty years after her father. I was a surprise!"

"I believe it," I said. "You two could pass as sisters easy. I feels a bit strange calling you Aunt."

"I like you calling me Aunt Janet," she said. "It seems kind of kinky to me."

My cock jumped a little bit when she said that. Then she almost made me cum right away.

"I hope this doesn't make you feel uncomfortable," as she slipped off her bikini top. What a set of tits! I'm not positive they were D cups, but they were large, soft and hung down just perfectly. The areola were dark and the size of half dollars with nipples sticking out. They certainly looked excited to me! But then she started rolling her nipples between her fingers and the nipples got even longer.

My cock was as hard as a rock now and having trouble finding room in my swim trunks. I finally slipped my hand to my cock and pushed it out one side of my trunks. I didn't dare stroke it as I might have cum right away. All I could think about was how it would look thrusting between her boobs as she licked the tip of my cock on each up stroke. I was starting to think about her pussy now as well. I decided that I needed to exert some mental discipline if I didn't want to spurt right then and there.

"So how close were you with Roxanne?" I asked.

"Oh, I was like a big sister to her. I explained about sex to her after coming home from college one year. I think she was about twelve years old at the time and I knew that her parents wouldn't say anything. Roxy asked me about sex and I told her all about it. I suggested that when the time came that she give her boy friends blowjobs, but not to let them inside her pussy."

Aunt Janet continued "Her first dildo was a gift from me when she turned 18. A smallish silver vibrator that was about six inches long. I showed her how to use it. After she got started and was enjoying herself I took mine out and started to cum at the same time she was. Roxy was fascinated with my pussy and I let her play with it a bit. She started to rub my clit and insert her fingers in me all the while asking how it felt. So I turned around and did the same to her and we compared how we felt while playing with each other."

"I hope that this doesn't give you a bad impression about me," said Aunt Janet.

"Not at all," I said. My hand was already starting to stroke my cock under the water, but I desperately didn't want to let loose in Aunt Janet's hot tub.

Aunt Janet next suggested that I sit next to her since the jets in the hot tub were loud and she was having trouble hearing me. So I moved over staying low in the water so that my raging hard on wouldn't be front and center. 

As I sat down Aunt Janet had her hand under my ass. Her finger was pointing up through my trunks toward my asshole. Then her hands disappeared and her bikini bottom was being thrown over the side and she insisted I take mine off as well. "Fair is fair," she said. So I slipped mine off and threw them over the side as well. Aunt Janet had hold of my cock when I sat down and I was playing with her slit as well. And surprise, surprise she was completely smooth, a full brazilian.

Next she insisted that I sit on her other side and this time her hand was under me and her finger was soon in my ass! She then warned me not to stroke my cock as she wanted me to last a while longer. I started to play with her pussy under water. Her smooth pussy gave way to a large clit. It was poking out and I couldn't miss running my thumb over and around it. Aunt Janet moaned as I squeezed her clit between my fingers. Then I inserted my middle finger into her pussy, as far as it would go. I thought that if she could finger my ass, I should finger her ass as well. So I slipped my arm behind her and under her butt cheeks and found her butt hole and started playing with that. After a couple of moans from her I slipped my finger into her asshole and she came, for the first time.

"Billy that was wonderful. Now I want to take care of your cock. This is a very private back yard so don't feel inhibited about being nude. Stand up and let me see that dick of yours. Roxy let it slip that you are hung well."

I stood up and my cock was at full attention. As I faced Aunt Sarah, she grabbed it and started to stroke it.

"Very nice. I think that would definitely fill my cunt." She then grabbed my cock and led me out of the hot tub to a large tanning area next to the pool. She pushed me in a chair and was on her knees as she put her lips to my cock head. Soon her was licking and stroking my cock. Next she took the whole thing down her throat. Wow! Aunt Janet performing deep throat on me. All of a sudden between the straps of the chair I felt a finger pushing at my asshole. I grabbed my butt cheeks and spread them apart so that she could insert her middle finger in search of my prostate. Soon she was finger fucking my asshole and swallowing my whole cock. She was running her tongue all around my shaft and then it would disappear down her throat. After she came up for air she did the same thing again.

"Aunt Janet, I'm about to cum!"

"Give it to me," she gasped between thrusts on my shaft.

So I did. Rising deep from my balls I gave her a large spurt in her mouth. She swallowed the whole thing and then surprised me with a quick french kiss.

"Back in the hot tub," she said. As we jumped back in I saw her wave to the house.

"Roxy is awake," she said. She threw me my swim trunks and told me to put them on. "Roxy doesn't need to know about this."

Roxanne was out the door and by the hot tub just as I got the swim trunks on.

"I see Aunt Janet is showing off her boobs again," Roxanne said. "She has a magnificent set and is usually topless when in the pool or hot tub. She loves to sun bathe nude as well. But enough of that. I'll bet the sight of those tits has given you some ideas about later tonight. I'll try to make it worth your while. But for now keep your stiffy under control."

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I sat next to Billy on the way back to the hotel and never let on that I watched him and Aunt Janet the whole time that I was "taking a nap" in the house. I even video taped most of it.

I had called Aunt Janet before we went over and told her that Billy was a good lover and had a big cock, but he needed more imagination while having sex. We had never had anal sex. He was uptight about talking about sex toys and had never talked about another woman sexually. I thought that we never had a chance to have group sex.

So I asked Aunt Janet if she could start the ball rolling that day and continue with it over the week. I knew that Aunt Janet was just the person as she and I have had some wonderful sex at her house. She had started my sex life by having dildo parties, first just with me and then with a few other friends. They always ended up with a lot of kissing, touching and feeling. And many orgasms! 

After Aunt Janet got married we would have threesomes and then sometimes we'd have an all out orgy in back. My pussy and asshole were very experienced. But I had calmed down after moving away and didn't dare tell Billy anything about my sexual past. He was a keeper and I didn't want to screw it up. But after a couple of months of marriage I think he needs a little push so that we can spice up our sex life.