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Aunt Pat

By: anon56212001



I sat at the bar in the kitchen looking across the room at my Aunt Pat as she talked to my Mom. I trying to appear both calm and relaxed outside because inside I was on fire. My aunt stopped by on her way home from work and had expected Mom to already be gone. Mom sat at one end of the table and Aunt Pat at the other. From where I sat I could see both of them in profile but, they could only see each other from the waist up. Aunt Pat was wearing very conservative knee length black skirt and white silk blouse. It's a good thing Mom couldn't see Aunt Pat from the waist down. When Aunt pat sat down in the chair she had pulled her shirt up to a point exposing the darker area at the top of her panty hose. Then she crossed her legs which hiked the skirt even higher. I knew two things were certain, she was wearing pantyhose that had the crotch cut out of them and that when Mom left in a minute to go to the city and meet Dad for dinner my Aunt Pat was going to fuck my brains out.

My name is Matt and at the time this happened, I had just completed my junior year at a local college. I was 21 and still live at home.My Aunt Pat is my mothers older sister. She's 46, married with 2 children, weighs about 155 pounds, stands 5'4" tall, wears the sexiest underwear you've ever seen (when she wears any), loves to tease, has multiple orgasms, has the wettest pussy I've ever felt, gives both great hand and blow jobs, likes to fuck in odd places and positions and has absolutely the best pussy in the world.

How does a 21 year old nephew know all this you ask. Well it all began back in early April during spring break. I went down to Cancun, Mexico with a wild bunch of kids from school. On my return I put my camera case on the bar when I came in from the airport. It hung around there for a week or two. Aunt Pat is a photography nut. When she came over one afternoon and Mom asked her to take the film out of the camera and develop my pictures. Now this was no big deal to me. They were just pictures taken of a bunch of students cutting up and having fun. 

About a week later Aunt Pat dropped by on Wednesday evening and asked for Mom. Now she knows Mom goes to the city every Wednesday to meet Dad for dinner so she knew Mom would not be home. I was in the den watching television when she arrived. She was wearing a white pleated skirt and a blue blouse. I greeted her and we walked back into the den. I sat back down in the recliner and Aunt Pat remained standing by the coffee table as if she was only going to stay a minute. She engaged me in chit chat for a moment and then said she had to go but be sure to tell Mom she stopped by. 

As she turned to go she said she almost forgot she had brought my spring break pictures. She reached in her bag and pulled out two envelopes. She handed me the larger of the two. I opened the envelope and looked quickly through the pictures. While I looked at the pictures, Aunt Pat moved directly in front of me and was standing about 4 feet away from me between the recliner and television set. The only light in the room was from the lamp on the table next to the chair and the light coming from the television. When I looked up after viewing the photos I could see right through the skirt. The background light gave me a great view of her inner thighs and the U shaped curve of her pussy. Aunt Pat then handed me the second envelope and said I may want to keep these private and not let Mom see them. I could not imagine what she meant.

I opened the envelope and removed the pictures. They simply were pictures of me and my friends at the beach. Aunt Pat gave me a minute to look at the pictures and asked if I saw what she meant. I said no and with that she came over and sat down on the right arm of the recliner. She leaned over real close and told me to take a good look at my bathing suit in the top picture. When I did not only did I see what she meant but remembered the incident leading up to the photo.

The picture was of me and a big blond girl from Minnesota with huge tits just about hanging out of her top. The two of us were horsing around in the water and she was letting me cop a feel of her breasts while she copped a feel of my Dick. The picture was taken with my camera just as we exited the water. What it clearly showed was that not only was my bathing suit see through when wet, but that I had a hard on. In my drunken state either I didn't realize or didn't care. Don't get the wrong idea. I don't have a big Dick. It's just average size, but it could be seen clearly pointing straight up. 

Aunt Pat then remarked that I must have had a good time with that tall blond after the picture was taken. That was when I noticed she had changed position on the arm of the chair and her hip was pressing against my shoulder. I looked down and the skirt had ridden way up on her thigh. Her perfume was intoxicating. She changed positions again and let her left leg fall slightly over the arm of the chair and touch my leg. Her right leg was slightly dangling off the right side. This caused her skirt to hike up even further. I was becoming both aroused and nervous. Aunt Pat asked if I liked women with big breasts or if I preferred smaller ones like hers. I just looked at her, I was stunned. She then began rocking ever so slightly back and forth on the arm of the chair. She then placed her left arm on my right shoulder and placed her hand on the back of my neck. Her lightly squeezed and massaged my neck with her fingers then began very lightly scratching my neck with the ends of her manicured fingernails.

I sat there in my stunned state for a few moments. The pace of her rocking began to quicken. I turned slightly on the chair and placed my hand on her leg just above the knee. The panty hose were smooth and soft. I squeezed softly and meeting no resistance looked up at her. She had a wicked little smile on her face and winked at me. My hand moved up her leg very slowly. I savored the feel of her inner thigh as she parted her legs for me to gain access. I looked back up at her and saw she had closed her eyes. The pace of her rocking had quickened and the length of the strokes had expanded. She was humping the arm of the chair and from the look on her face was about to come. As my fingertips lightly caressed the soft flesh on her upper thighs and felt the softness of her pubic hair she exploded in an orgasm. She moaned for several minutes as the wave of pleasure subsided. 

Aunt Pat very quickly reached down and in what seemed like one motion unzipped my pants, reached inside my underwear and pulled my rigid Dick out into the open. Without a word she was sitting on top of me in an instant. For a split second I thought about the fact that she was wearing panty hose but suddenly realized when my Dick came in contact with her skin that there was no crotch in the pantyhose. She reached down and guided my Dick into her as if she'd done it a thousand times. She then proceeded to slowly ride up and down on my Dick. I cannot describe the feeling of intense pleasure. It was slow, hot and the sexiest experience I'd ever had. 

Aunt Pat came within 45 seconds. I watched the passion on her face and found it an incredible turn on. After coming a second time she grabbed me around the shoulders and literally pulled me backwards off the chair and onto the floor. She put her legs in the air, bent her knees a thrust her whole body upward each time I thrust downward. Her 3rd orgasm was the most intense so far. She screamed my name, grunted and groaned and actually shook to the point I thought she was going into convulsions. I Got up on my knees and unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled her bra up and revealed good sized breasts which were very soft to the touch. Her nipples were pink and soft but protruded in an aroused state about 1 inch in length. The circles on the ends of her breasts were about 3 inches in diameter and a dark rosy color. 

As I bent over, kissed and caressed her breasts she began to come for the 4th time. I could hold back no longer. I put her legs as high into the air as I could get them to allow me to enter her as deeply as possible and began a series of deep hard thrusting motions which she met and matched with equal force. She wanted me as deeply in her as I wanted to be. About to be overcome by orgasm, I laid down on her fully, grabbed and squeezed a butt cheek in each hand and drove my passion home like never before. She screamed, called my name and told me she was coming for what seemed like forever. When I exploded in orgasm it was like never before. 

This was the best sex I have ever experienced. My Aunt Pat said the same. We talked for about an hour afterward. Part of the conversation was Aunt Pat questioning whether I could handle what just happened between me and my Mothers sister. I had many questions about her ability to have multiple orgasms since I had never encountered a woman who had them before. She said she thought it might run in the family because she had as a child heard my grandmother having multiples while having sex with my grandfather and both my mother and her other sister Ruth had confided in her that they had multiple orgasms during sex.

Since that night I have had a sexual encounter with my Aunt on at least a weekly basis. We have fucked in places you wouldn't believe. She has given me blow jobs or quick hand jobs when time or circumstances didn't permit otherwise. 

I have also successfully seduced and fucked my Mother, Grandmother, Aunt Ruth, Chris my Aunt Pat's Daughter, Joan my Aunt Ruth's Daughter and Becky my 28 year old sister. I will write about the circumstances of each seduction. 

I know I'm a dog, but, I'm a sucker for a woman who has multiple orgasms and when you find a gold mine, why not mine it.

Aunt Patty, At Last



My Aunt Patty was my mom's older sister. She and Uncle Charles had no kids, so they were always doing things for all their nieces and nephews. We lived closest, and reaped the most benefits. Best of all were the visits to their lake house!

It was always great fun going to the lake to swim, fish, and ski. Their house was a simple place. A big common room with a kitchen and bathroom on one end. Everyone slept on foam mattresses. Modesty was never strong in our family. While it was common to see the women in panties and tee shirts, still I always felt Aunt Patty was teasing me. 

Patty has brown hair and eyes, a nice slim body with small breasts. The loose swimsuit she wore hung down and clearly showed her tits every time she bent over. She was always bending over in front of me. 

This made her the object of many of my fantasies starting about age 12. Once when I was 14, I had left my watch in the bathroom. I walked in on her standing there nude. I apologized saying, "Sorry, I forgot my watch." As I turned to leave she said, "Oh here it is," and held it out. Though I just wanted to stare at her, I walked over and took the watch she held out. My reaction made me turn and leave quickly. 

Just wearing a pair of cutoffs she could not have missed seeing my erection. Beside the bulge, the head was poking out of my shorts leg. 

That made me miss what may have been my golden opportunity. It was later that day that I began thinking; she knows she excites me, I should try something with her. Even though she was twenty-six years older than me, she was a fine looking woman of 40.

That was the end of August. All winter I fantasized about what could happen the next summer. Then in March, Uncle Charles got transferred, the lake house was sold, and they moved to another state. Sex with Patty was still in my fantasies for several years. Another of the lost opportunities we all dream about. 

Time marches on; and fifteen years later they returned to the country to fix up Uncle Charles' family home. I work in the city, but I took some time off to go help work on the house. I never expected it would be so rewarding.

There were just four of us working on the house, my dad, two of my uncles and me. I had just finished some work in the attic. In just boots, cutoffs, and toolbelt I was covered in sweat. I got a cup of water and sat down. 

My dad and uncles were just leaving to get some more materials. Patty and I remained at the house. She came over to refill my cup. As she bent over, Uncle Charles big shirt clearly showed her tits. 

Standing there still bent over she said, "This reminds me of the days at the lake." "Just what I was thinking," I replied, then asked "What makes you say that?"

"I remember when you were a boy and I showed off my tits," looking down she said, "your cock head would poke out of your shorts just like it is now." 

"I used to think you were showing them off on purpose. I dreamed about reaching up to touch your tits," I said as touched her nipples through the shirt. 

"Sometimes I did," she said, I paused. "Would you like to more than just look?" 

Without waiting for my reply she said, "Now take off my shirt, and my shorts too. It's about time you finally get to see me..... and touch me." Then she began unbuttoning my shorts.

Quickly I stripped her. She is looking good for 55. I almost attacked her little titties. Sucking, fondling, pulling her nipples I was so excited. My dick was oozing in her hand. 

She stopped me saying, "Let me help you with this." Kneeling down she took my dick and began sucking, tonguing, and tantalizing me with her mouth." Cupping my balls, scratching with her nails, she had me almost ready to cum, and I warned her. 

She began to work harder, pistoning my dick in and out of her mouth. 

"I'm cumming...uggghhh" I warned. Squeezing my balls she drank my cum as best as she could while three, four, five thick streams of hot cum squirted in her mouth.

She swallowed and paused only long enough to say, "I've got to get you hard again. You got work to do with this still." Soon my 6"' soldier was up and back to its almost 4" diameter. 

Patty turned, bent over and said, "Stick that stump in here. I'm wet and ready."

Stepping up behind her she lined my dick up. The big purple head spread her dark red glistening lips. I was surprised at how violently she thrust back slamming her ass into me. Grabbing her hips for balance we began a wild, noisy fuck. 

The slap of my balls on her ass, the squishing sound of her pussy filled the empty room. I reached around to rub her clit as she moaned in ecstasy. Shortly she began to spasm with an orgasm and I felt a flood flow from her pussy. Pulling out I could see several lines where her juices had run to her knees.

Looking back she said, "Stick it back in fuck me till you fill my pussy with your cum." Sliding back in she said, "Next time we can do it better, right now I just want you to pound my pussy."

Sweating we stood there locked in thrusting passion till I felt my balls tighten. It seemed like we had been fucking for an hour and it almost was. 

"I'm ready to cum," I said, then there was the sound of a vehicle pulling in the gravel driveway. 

With her hand working her clit, and her teeth clinched she said, "Don't you stop...uuuuuggggghhhhh, ooooohhhhh, aaaaahhhhh..." 

My first shot changed her protest to a groan, then a moan as her orgasm began. Her pussy could not hold all the cum we both poured out. Those last few strokes were noisy, sloppy, and precious fulfillment for me. 

Turning to face me it was a sight to behold. The matted bush, cum literally dripping out of her pussy. I was dying to bury my face in between her legs, but realizing someone would be entering momentarily stopped me.

She took her shirt and wiped my crotch. Kissing me quickly she said, "Go see who's here. And don't worry, we'll do this again." And she swayed into the bathroom as I pulled on my shorts.

I guess you never know when your dreams may come true. 



Aunt Patty is a Dirty Whore



PART 1

I still remember the summer that I walked in on my Aunt Patty in the bathroom.

She was changing into her swimsuit. She had these huge, magnificent round jugs. I wanked off to them most of that year... and occasionally still pulled that visual out of the spank bank. 

She came over a lot, Aunt Patty did. You're not supposed to think of your mother's sister that way. I know it. But if my friend's all did...well, there had to be something to it, right? 

She stayed with us for awhile, a couple years later, right after I turned twenty-one. She and her husband had separated, and they thought that a little space might help them reconcile. Uncle Peter was a commercial airline pilot. He made a ton of cash. I think that Aunt Patty didn't want to give it up. 

Many women let themselves go as the get older, but not Aunt Patty. She worshiped at the altar of the local gym. She would roll in about 5pm every weeknight after working out, just in time for supper. I'd watch her toned legs make their way across the floor to the dinner table. And I'd stare at her still perfect globes as she sat across from me. 

Mom and Dad worked during the day. Aunt Patty didn't have to. She spent everyday sunbathing next to our pool. I was out of college for the summer, and worked at the local park program doing maintenance, trying to earn some money before I went back to school in the fall. It was raining that Wednesday, and they had sent me home early. 

I heard the noise coming from the living room as soon as I walked in the front door. Imagine my surprise when I reached the doorway, and saw Aunt Patty getting plowed from behind by our next door neighbor. Her tits were shaking back and forth, back and forth as he plowed her.

I flashed back to the time I had seen her in the bathroom. How I fucking wanted to squeeze her tits and make her cry. "What do we have here?" I asked, mustering the sarcasm that only a cocky young man can.

The neighbor pulled out, grabbed his clothes, and ran out the door like he was on fire. "Best to your wife!" I called after him.

Aunt Patty stared at me, trying to cover up with a beach towel. Her eyes began to well. "It's not what it looks like," she pleaded. 

I just smiled and went to the kitchen to get myself a can of coke from the fridge. There wasn't time for anything else. Mom and Dad would be home soon. 

PART 2

I had found the skankiest motel I could. The thin, green flowered bedspread smelled like mildew, and the light in the bathroom flickered on and off. I had turned the TV up, although no one in the place would question the noise.

Aunt Patty sat on the edge of the bed, shaking, holding a manila envelope in her hand. 

"You'd think that after I had caught you, you would have changed your routine. It's almost like you wanted this to happen, you fucking whore."

"Why are you doing this Jason?" Her eyes were tearing again. 

I stared at her tits. "Take your shirt off," I growled. 

"No," she answered, trying to sound defiant. 

"Cut the bullshit, and take it off. Your bra too. You're here, and that tells me all I need to know."

"You can't tell your Uncle Peter!" 

Now her legs were quivering, too. I wanted to walk right over there and pry them open. "You're afraid to lose your cash cow?" I smirked. "We both know that I can do whatever I want to...and that I'm going to." I took a step towards her, lead by my impatient cock. "Now fucking take them off."

She sniveled as she unbuttoned her blouse, and put it on the bed next to her. Next, her breasts were released from her bra, and heaved like two boulders mounted on her chest. 

I walked over to her, and grasped one in each hand, leaning over and flicking my tongue along a nipple to plump it up. My thumbs moved up and rubbed roughly at each little nub. I looked her in the eye and began to slowly squeeze. At first she whimpered, and then let out a squeal which made my dick drip. "What's the matter Auntie? You don't like it rough?"

She shook her head, "No," and damn, but that made me smile.

"Good." I pushed her back on the bed, and reached between her legs up under her skirt, grasping her panties and pulling down hard. Her hips bucked, but I kept her still with a knee on her shoulder, and didn't relent until I felt the fabric rip and come away in my hand. 

I held the remnants of the pink satin bikini up to my nose and sniffed them dramatically. "They smell like wet cunt." I moved them to her face and smeared them all over her nose and cheeks.

She tried to turn away, and I slapped her, hard. As she lay there stunned, I pulled my cock out and climbed on top of her, pinning her shoulders with my knees. "Open your mouth," I demanded.

She shook her head, and I slapped her again. This time I could see tears forming in her eyes. 

"Open your mouth," I repeated. She must have sensed that I was getting annoyed, and knew that wasn't in her best interest, because she opened her trap.

I shoved my cock down her throat, as deep as it would go. It went in hard, because her mouth was dry, and she began to gag right away. I swirled my hips, stirring my cock like a spoon in the slimy spittle that her gagging produced around my cock head. As soon as I had enough lube, I was all business.

I held each side of her head still and face-fucked that bitch hard, like I thought that her eyes might pop out of her head. I could hear her gasping for air with each stroke, but her throat felt too good clamped around my cock to stop. "Yeah, that's it..." I moaned.

I pulled out when her body stopped fighting and had resigned itself to the loss of air, and felt her take a couple deep gasps to replenish her oxygen. "Now, I'm not going to have any more problems with you, am I?" I didn't wait for an answer, as I climbed off of her and rolled her onto her belly, but she didn't fight me either.

I hiked up her skirt, and dug my nails into her thighs, spreading them wide. I used the side of my hand like a blade, slicing back and forth along her slit, spreading her wetness. "I think you like being used like a whore, Aunt Patty..."

She didn't say anything.

"I'll take that as a yes." I moved between her legs, and grasped underneath her hips, pulling her ass into the air. My cock was twitching hard as I aimed it towards her cunt. "Oh, fuck!" I exclaimed as I dipped it inside, feeling the warm wetness envelope me. I learned over the top of her like a fucking dog, and whispered in her ear, "I've wanted to do this to you for a long, long time. Do you remember that day that I walked in on you changing in the bathroom? Even then, I wanted to bend you over the sink and take you." 

I pushed in balls' deep, and was surprised how slick her hole was and I began to stroke in and out. "And you're such a whore, Aunt Patty...as soon as I saw you taking it from behind in our living room, I knew for sure. Everyone else gets a turn at your cunt...why not me, too?"

I heard her moan beneath me.

"That's it, Aunt Patty, you goddamn slut. Moan for me." I struck her ass with my palm. At first it made her jolt, but as I did it over and over again, she arched her back underneath me, so that I could reach her better. "Poor, stupid, Uncle Peter. How many men do you fuck in his bed while he's at work?"

Her hips began to move with mine, and I grabbed her hair and rode her harder. "I'll bet there's a line of men at your door every morning." 

"Uh, uh, uh." She was close to cumming."Why don't you ask your mom about that, Jason?"

What the fuck? I stopped fucking her for a second, ruining the bitch's orgasm. "What the fuck did you just say?"

When she didn't answer, I pulled her head to the side and clasped a hand around her throat. "I said...What-the-fuck-did-you-just-say?!"

"Your mother comes over to my house some days," Aunt Patty stuttered. "You should see her handle a cock..." she laughed breathless.

I turned her over on her back, with my hand still on her throat, searching her eyes. "That's not funny bitch."

But there was no lie in her eyes. "She and I have been fucking together since we were your age," she replied.

In my mind flashed an image of my mom and Aunt Patty together, naked, eating each other's pussies, and double-sucking cock together. I had NEVER thought of my mom that way before, and it made me fucking uncomfortable...but my cock didn't care. It was hard as a rock.

"You like my tits, Jason? I always see you staring at them. Well, did you ever look at your mother's? They're goddamn delicious."

I felt like slapping her again for talking about my mother that way, but then I thought of all the times that I had heard noises coming from my parents' bedroom late at night. I had tried to tune out my mother's voice telling my dad, "Give it to me, harder." Maybe she was a slut, too. Maybe my mother and Aunt Patty really were fucking whore sisters. What was that about the apple not falling too far from the tree?

"You're going to pay for saying that." I grabbed the back of her thighs and pushed her feet way into the air, as I got myself into position and aimed my cock at her tight little puckered asshole.

"But, I was only telling the truth," she pleaded, alarmed. "Please, Jason, stop...I don't...I don't take it up the ass."

"You're a fucking whore, Aunt Patty, and dirty whores take it up the ass," I said calmly, and pushed my dick half-way into her dry hole.

She screamed and began to thrash, and I was glad that I had turned the TV up. I grabbed her ankles firmly, and pushed down on her thighs with my weight, driving the rest of my cock home. Fuck, she was so tight.

"God, stop, Jason, please stop! It fucking hurts! God, please stop!"

Her cries were music to my ears. I groaned as I pulled half out and then forced my way back in."Take, it, whore...you're going to fucking take it..." 

I began to dry fuck her ass, enthralled by its tight grip around my cock. She really wasn't used to taking it up the ass. 

She reached up and tried to hit me, which just pissed me off. I let go of one ankle and grabbed a pretty titty and squeezed as goddamn hard as I could, like I was trying to make it burst. When she cried out, I covered her mouth with my free hand, and went to work harder on her asshole.

In a bit, her screaming died down, as her asshole stretched to accommodate the pounding. She stopped struggling underneath me. "That's a good girl, Aunt Patty. Just take my cock. Be good and make me feel good with your ass."

I slipped a hand to her cunt, and began to thumb her clit, while I pushed two fingers inside, filling both her holes at once. I was groaning like a porno star as I fucked her. I don't care who could have walked in, and I wouldn't have stopped. 

It wasn't long before the bitch's cunt got sopping wet, and she started moaning, too. Finally, "Fuck me, Jason, fuck my asshole."

I worked her ass and cunt at the same time, sodomizing her in the missionary position. I watched as her tits shook back and forth, this time, for me. "What does my mom taste like, Aunt Patty."

For a second, Aunt Patty looked horrified, then her eyes rolled back into her head as she started to cum. "Sugar, Jason. She tastes like fucking sugar. You should taste her some day..."

I held off until she stopped cumming, because it was so fucking hot seeing my aunt cum all over my cock. I called her a "whore" and a "slut," and everything else that I could think of as she did it. Then I pulled out of her asshole and moved back up to straddle her face.

I jerked myself over her mouth. "Open," I commanded, and she didn't fight any more. She opened her mouth, and I shoved my ass-covered cock inside of it. I felt my balls spasm as

I unloaded onto her tongue, and then pulled back to finish the rest all over her pretty face. When it was over, I smeared my spunk all over her cheeks, eyes, and into her hair. My Aunt was a fucking whore, and everyone should know it.

"You're not going to tell Uncle Peter, now, are you?" she asked.

"No, I won't say a thing," I replied, "but as long as you're living in my house, you're my bitch. And I'll take your ass, and anything else I want, whenever I damn well feel like it. And as soon as you move back home, you better tell my mom, every Wednesday is MINE, and I'll expect her to be there, too. Or else I'm going to have a nice, long talk with both My dad and Uncle Peter..."



Aunt Paula Ch. 1



I sat there stunned as I listened to the words from my uncle. I couldn't even believe that we were sitting here having this conversation! "I think you're out of your mind Ed," I said still not registering what he was telling me.

"No, I'm not, he replied, "I think your aunt Paula is fooling around on me!" There was more anger than hurt in his voice. Although I wouldn't condone Aunt Paula fooling around, I could understand why she would. You see, Ed was a controlling bastard to say the least. He was a good provider but he thought that other than making a living for his wife, he didn't see that he had any other responsibilities as a husband.

"So what makes you so sure Ed?" I asked not really wanting to hear the answer.

"It's not really anything in particular," he said. I could feel the tension in his voice as he spoke. "It's everything in general John!"

"Everything in general?" I asked, expecting him to be more specific than that.

"Yeah, everything! I'm out of town a lot, as you know. My job takes me every where. Here lately whenever I call the house, she doesn't answer the phone. She says that she is always somewhere in the house and she doesn't hear it but I think there is something going on with someone else!"

"Yeah, I know that sounds odd Ed, but..."

Ed cut me off. "And you know what a fine looking lady your aunt Paula is John! I just need to find out what's going on. If I can find out, then maybe I can get things back on track!"

Ed was right. In her early 30's, my aunt was still a stunning lady! To describe her here wouldn't do her justice but I will do my best. Aunt Paula is about 5'4 with long shapely legs with a perfect set of curvy hips. Her hair is dishwater blonde with light blonde highlights. She has a nice round "spankable'" ass and the nicest set of titties that a man would want to feel in his face! 

"But fucking around? I just can't imagine my Aunt Paula doing that to you!"

There was a long silence on the line. "Oh, I get it now! You're just prejudiced because she's your mom's sister! Well if you don't want to help me, then I'll find a private detective that will do it! I just didn't want a stranger to be sticking his nose into the family's business!" It was if lightening were coming through the phone line as he shouted. 

"Now settle down Ed, settle down. I didn't say I wouldn't do it for you. It's just that I'm sure that if she sees me following her around that she will get suspicious."

"I don't know why she would," he said, "hell, she hasn't seen you since you were 12 years old! You don't even look like the same kid!"

Ed was right. I hadn't seen my Aunt Paula for about 9 years. The only way Ed knew what I looked like was that he happened to be in town to see his family last summer and we had met for dinner while he was there. "I don't know Ed," I said still hesitating, "I just don't want to start any family problems!"

"You won't kid! Look, I'm begging you to help out your old uncle. Will you do it for me?

"Look. If it would make you feel any better, I'll check around and find out what I can," I finally relented. "But you've got to promise that you will never tell Paula or Mom."

"Thanks kid! You have my word of honor," he said. "I knew that I could count on you!" 

"No problem," I said as I hung the receiver up. I can't believe that I had just agreed to spy on my aunt. Of course the thousand-dollar check that had been in the envelope Ed sent me helped some. I emptied the rest of the contents of the envelope onto the table. Another envelope was inside the larger one and I looked at the front. My hands were almost shaky as I fumbled to open it. The flap undone, I pulled out the airline ticket that was inside it. A free trip to Canada would be icing on the cake, I thought to myself. Also inside the envelope were a couple of pictures of my Aunt Paula. The pictures were some that had been taken while she was on vacation in Tahiti the previous summer. I smiled as I looked at the image of my mom's younger sister on the beach in a bikini that very tastefully covered her most private parts. The years had been very good to her or she had spent Uncle Ed's money well, I couldn't be sure which. Whichever one it was, it didn't matter. What mattered is that I only had a couple of hours before I was supposed to be at the airport! 

I quickly packed my bags and after loading them into the car, I headed to the airport for my departure. I waited through the long security checks that were getting more frequent over the last few years and then, after walking up the loading ramp, I handed my ticket to the pretty redheaded fight attendant. She took my ticket and smiled a white toothed grin and I found my seat and made myself comfortable for the ride. Closing my eyes, I drifted off into as restful nap, dreaming of the same things that most young men do. In fact, if that redheaded flight attendant knew what I did to her in my dream, she'd probably have me arrested! I was awaked as the announcement came to buckle our seatbelts and prepare for the landing. 

The security checks were almost as through landing as they were boarding. But, after a while, I was in a cab and headed to the hotel that Ed had arranged for me. "Nice," I said to myself as we pulled up to the hotel. I paid the driver and then checked in.

"Thank you," I told the bellboy as I handed him a tip and pushed the door shut. The outside of the place was much more impressive than the inside. It was just the average room with the average bathroom and the average bath. Oh well, it was a place to stay that wasn't costing me anything so I put my bags on the bed and walked to the phone. I dialed the number and waited till I heard a voice on the other end.

"Hello?" the soft female voice said on the other end.

"Hello? Paula Ann?" I asked.

"Yes, this is Paula. Who may I ask is calling?"

"Hi Paula Ann. This is John your nephew from the states."

"Well I'll be darned!" she exclaimed, surprised to hear from anybody back home. "How's the family?"

"Uh, the family's fine." We continued to chitchat for a few minutes and then I made my move. "Aunt Paula, the reason I called is that I am going to be in town tomorrow and I was wondering if you and Uncle Ed would mind if I came over and visited while I was in town?"

"Why heavens sake John! You know I would be glad to see you. But, your Uncle Ed is out of town. It will just be the two of us."

"Great!" I said. "I'll be over about 5 then."

"Great! I'll make us a nice dinner and you can tell me all the gossip from home!" she chuckled. "And, I want to know ALL the juicy tidbits!"

"Ok. Thanks Aunt Paula. I'll be looking forward to it," I said as I hung up the phone. The next thing on the list was a call to the car rental agency. It might make it a little easier to keep my surveillance less noticeable if the tags were of Canadian origin. After completing my call, I went down stairs and walked outside and hailed a cab. A short ride and a little identification and I was behind the wheel of a comfortable compact car. 

It was easy to find the home of Aunt Paula with the directions that I had been given by Uncle Ed. The house was a spacious tudor style stone house with a large pool in the back. "Not bad auntie," I said to myself as I pulled the car to the side of the road and waited for her to go about her daily routines. 

Boredom had started to come over me as I sat there and wondered why I had even agreed to this silly adventure and I had just about decided to head back to the hotel when I saw the door to aunt Paula's house open. I looked at my watch and noted the time. I wrote down 6:15 PM in my notebook and hunkered down in the seat. Looking over the edge of the car door, I watched as my aunt got into her Blazer and pulled out of the driveway. I started the car and began following her from a safe distance. The drive took us through the middle of the small Canadian town and soon we were on the highway and headed to who knows where. About 15 minutes out of town I was getting concerned that maybe she had spotted me and was leading me on a wild goose chase. My mind drew the image of a 21-year-old American man getting arrested for stalking a 30 something Canadian housewife! Mom would be proud, I laughed to myself as I followed her and she turned into the driveway of a business type building. 

I pulled to the side of the road and waited until aunt Paula went inside. I put the car into gear and pulled into the parking lot. She had went into the center door and I couldn't make out what the business said, so I waited a few minutes and then walked to the door. "Candy's Bodyworks" the sign on the door read. 

"Wild woman," I said to myself. "Gone to get herself a little relaxation and that fucking Ed has me following her around!" I walked back to my car and sat and watched the door. After about an hour, I began to wonder if Paula was ever going to come out. Surely a woman as attractive as her couldn't possibly need that much work done on herself! It was then that I began to notice that although there was not much traffic in and out of the place that the bulk of them were men! "How odd," I said to myself as I waited. Waiting a little longer, I decided that I was going to have to go in and find out what in the world was going on. 

"Good evening sir," the beautiful brunette woman said to me as I entered the establishment. "What can I do for you?"

"Hello," I said. My eyes and nose took in the room around me. The walls were decorated with the typical feminine trinkets that were popular at the time. A faint smell of French vanilla moved into my nostrils. My eyes scanned the room and then I noticed the sign on the wall that read:

Sauna $15 
Massage $30 
Combination $45 
The Works $60

"Hi. I was visiting a friend in town and he told me that you gave great massages here. I thought that I would find out if he was telling the truth," I lied to the girl.

"Well you've come to the best place in this part of the country to get a great massage. What is it that you would like to purchase?" she asked.

"Gee, I don't know. Tell me," I paused, eyeing the woman's beautiful frame, "exactly what is 'The Works'?"

"Well," she paused, picking up a notebook. "There is a rumor around town that this is a house of ill repute. Well, that is just a rumor. 'The Works'," she continued, "is that you get to pick which girl it is that gives you the massage after your sauna."

"I get to pick the girl?" I asked.

"That's right young man!" The woman eyed me suspiciously. "You're not a policeman are you?"

"Heavens no!" I said almost laughing. "Why would you ask that?"

"Well," she said moving slowly toward me. "I was just going to tell you that if you and the girl you pick agreed on some extras," she whispered, "well that would just be a contract between you and her." 

"Extras," I asked?

"Yes extras!" she said a little louder winking at me. I could smell the young girl's perfume as she stood close to me and told me these things. 

"Do you do the massages?" I asked, almost forgetting why I was here.

"No," the girl replied.

"How about the extras then?" I asked chuckling.

"Oh heavens no!" she exclaimed. "I just work the desk!"

"Too damned bad!" I said laughing. She giggled and moved away from me. I have to admit that I would have loved having this girl move her hands all over my naked body.

"But," she said picking up the notebook, "we have a fine selection of ladies here. Would you be interested in looking?"

"Yes. I would," I said as I walked to the counter and opened the book. "So who's the most popular girl here?" I asked as I turned the pages. Page by page a pretty woman's face was displayed with a little bit of an introduction to each one.

"Oh there are none that I would call more popular than any other. It just depends on what our customers want."

"Yeah?" I asked. How interesting. There was indeed a fine selection of ladies. There were brunettes, redheads, blondes and every shade of hair color in between. There were young girls as well as older women. All were attractive but each had different characteristics. 

"Yeah," she said. "Some men don't care who serves them, but some men have peculiar tastes. Is there anything in particular that you like?"

"Well," I said looking a little embarrassed. "I have always liked the older experienced women over the younger ones. I also like blondes in particular."

"Oh!" the girl exclaimed. "I know one that you will just love. She's on duty right now!" The girl quickly turned the book and there on the desk before me was a picture of my Aunt Paula!

"Wow!" I said, trying to hide my surprise. "She's pretty. Annie?" I asked as I read her name.

"Yes. She's very popular." Once again the girl whispered to me. "And I heard that she does indeed contract for some extras too!"

"No shit?" I asked, as I laid my hand on the counter trying not to let the shaking become visible. "Uh, I mean, no kidding?"

The girl laughed. "Well, I don't know that for sure," she replied, "but I've never had a man complain about the treatment he gets from our little Annie!"

My insides were like gelatin at this moment in time. "Ok," I said, "I guess Annie it will be!" I thought about the possibility of turning around right now but my curiosity about just how far my aunt Paula Ann would go was going to have to be satisfied.

"Great!" the girl said. I paid the $60 up front, plus $100 deposit in case the girls agreed to extras she wouldn't get stiffed. It was all cash money of course. "Right this way young man," the girl said as she turned and walked toward a door that led into a back room. I followed her like a little puppy dog. My eyes watched her cute little behind as it was packed into those tight blue jeans. My hand almost reached out and took a handful of that beautiful seat but my mind once again rushed back to the thoughts of being thrown in some small town Canadian jail. "Here you go," she said as she led me into a large room in the back of the building. "Take off your clothes and we'll start the sauna. Annie will be with you in about 20 minutes or so." 

"Take off my clothes? Now?"

The girl giggled. "Yes now silly boy! Don't worry, I'll turn my head," she said smiling.

I didn't really want her to turn her head, I was just a little nervous as I started to disrobe. Turning her back to me, I quickly disrobed and set my clothes in a chair in the corner. I stood in this room as naked as the day I was born with a girl whose name I didn't even know. "Ok, I'm ready now." The girl turned around and gasped, quickly turning away from my nakedness. "You naughty man," she said obviously embarrassed. "Wrap that towel around yourself!" she said pointing to the massage table.

"Oh, sorry miss," I said as I reached for the piece of white terrycloth. 

"That's ok," she said, turning around. "It wasn't really that bad. In fact, it was kind of pleasant," she said as she giggled and walked out the door.

The lights in the room began to dim and then I could see the sauna lamps begin to become bright. The heat felt good on my body and I walked over to the table and lay across it. I closed my eyes and relaxed, trying not to think about what was about to happen. What if I blew my cover? What if I said something stupid and wasn't able to give Uncle Ed a complete report? God, my insides were shaky now as I turned on my stomach and let the heat from the lamps do their job of relaxing my muscles. The softness of the terrycloth along with the thoughts of being alone in the room with my aunt Paula and her not even aware of who I was started to make my cock come to life. The soft sound of music began to come in over the speakers that were mounted on the wall above me. Slowly I began to relax and my thoughts drifted to things other than my beautiful aunt. After a few minutes, sweat began to form on my body as the heat bears down. Feeling like a chicken in a broiler, I turned over onto my back and let the heat soak into my hairy chest. Not liking the fact that the light was shining into my eyes, I removed my towel and put it over my face. It felt very nice to have my entire body bathed in the heat.

I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing I remember is a soft hand touching my shoulder and a voice saying, "Hello, my name is Annie." Suddenly aware of my nakedness, I covered my cock with my hands. To my surprise, it was as hard as nails! Annie laughed as she saw my nervousness.

"Relax young man, the human body is nothing to be ashamed of!" Annie took the towel from my face and draped it over my midsection. I opened my eyes and there before me stood my beautiful aunt, dressed in a robe and her hair was done up in pigtails. "Hi John," she said, "just relax and I guarantee you will have a good time."

"Uh, hi Annie," I stammered. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too John. Now are we going to get comfortable or are you going to keep that towel covering that beautiful cock of yours?"

At a loss for words, I just stared and nodded at her. She smiled and removed the towel and draped it across the back of the chair. "Now what is it that you are so ashamed of young man?"

"Uh... I don't know," I said embarrassed.

"Now come on! You can tell me!" she said, seeming ready to encourage me.

"You know," I said nervously. "I'm like most guys, I... uh am not happy with the size," I said shyly as my aunt stood above me.

Paula Ann laughed a hearty laugh. "Men!" she exclaimed. "All you guys are the same! You think that just because your cock isn't 12 inches long that it is something to be ashamed of! Well, let an older woman tell you that is not what it's all about."

"It's now?" I asked, uneasy at my aunt's referring to my penis as a cock. It was such a dirty word and it sounded so much dirtier coming from between her sweet lips.

"No silly boy! It's not!" I could almost feel Aunt Paula's stare as her eyes moved from my face, down my chest, across my stomach and then to the hands that were covering my midsection. "In fact, it's the farthest thing from what a real woman wants!" Paula's hand grazed my stomach and her delicate fingers touched my hand. "Now let Annie see what you've got there young man." I relaxed my arms and Paula smiled as she took my hands and laid them at my side. "Now what are you so ashamed of young man. That is a beautiful cock!"

"But every guy wants a bigger one," I said.

"Yes they do. What they need to understand that it is the man, not the cock that is important. Take my husband for example. His cock is well over 10 inches long but he doesn't know how to properly use it!" My 6-inch cock was now standing up proudly as Paula inspected it visually. 

"You're married?" I asked, knowing full well what the answer was.

"Yes. But he's not interested in me any more. That's why I'm here, to keep myself busy so I won't have to think about the loneliness that I have to endure at home while he's out of town."

"I don't believe that!" I said, not understanding how Uncle Ed could not care about the beautiful woman standing before me. 

"It's true John," she said, her eyes beginning to water a little. "But," she said, regaining her composure, "that's enough about me. What is it that I can do for you young man. What would you like?"

"Ummmmm. I want a massage?" I told her, not completely comprehending where her question could be leading.

Paula giggled. "I know that silly boy! But, I want to know what kind of massage you want?"

"Ummmmm. What kind of massage?" I asked.

"Yes! What kind? You see I can do this three ways. I can do it fully clothed," she said, faking a yawn, "or I can do it without the robe," she said as she slid the robe from her body. "Or," she paused, "I can take my clothes off and give you a complete body massage in the nude!" 

"Nude?" I asked. "You mean naked?" 




Aunt Paula Ch. 1



"Yes John! Nude! Naked! In the buff! However you want to say it, it all means the same thing. I'm sure that my mouth was gaping open as I lay across the table, staring at my aunt's body, clad only in a thin string bikini. Her large breasts were creating an intense pressure against the thin material and I could almost make out her nipples against it. 

"Nude would be very nice," I said nervously, smiling at her as she teased me.

"Nude it will be then, " she said as she reached behind me and untied her bikini top. "Now turn over you naughty boy."

"Turn over?" I asked, trying not to hide my disappointment.

"Yes! Turn over John!" she said, making a circular motion with her hand. 

Reluctantly, I did as I was instructed and rolled over onto my stomach. My dick was now harder than I could recall it. I closed my eyes and imagined Aunt Paula's body coming out of her bikini. I waited patently for Paula to come closer to me and then finally, it happened. 

I almost turned over when I felt the soft hand of my Aunt Paula rub the first of the lotion into my back. "So tense young man. Relax a little," she said as she started gently massaging my shoulders. "You have got to learn to relax son," she said. I did my best to relax but I'm going to tell you now that when a beautiful nude woman is massaging you, and your cock is hard as a fucking rock, relaxing is the hardest thing to do! Paula's hands rubbed the lotion into the warm skin on my back. The gentleness of her touch was incredible. Feather like fingers moved over my back and I soaked in her attention as well as the lotion. 

"I'm trying to relax Annie," I said as she continued her massage. She removed her hands and after squirting a little more lotion onto her delicate hands, I felt them once again touch my skin and make their way down my back. 

"I guess I'm not dong it right. Maybe I haven't hit the right area to relax you," she said as her hands moved down my ribcage and then down to the small of my back. All hopes of relaxation were gone now as aunt Paula's hands moved to the tops of my buttocks. I flinched as she touched the sensitive skin. "Even you're butt is tight young man," she said as her gentle fingers massaged the lotion into my derriere. 

"Damn," I said softly as she rubbed the lotion into my ass cheeks like she probably did when I was a baby. "That feels good Annie!" 

Annie laughed and continued to rub. "Still tense." Paula Ann removed her hands from my buttocks and she could sense my unhappiness at her change of plans. "Don't worry John," she whispered in my ear, "Annie is going to make you relax one way of the other." I could hear her move away and I turned my head in her direction. I almost gasped as I looked on my Aunt Paula standing there in the same room with her beautiful breasts exposed to me. 

Paula looked at me and gave me one of those "mother" looks that told me that she was not pleased that I was looking at her. "Turn your head John," she said as my eyes took in her nudity. 

"But Annie, you are so beautiful!" I exclaimed.

"Turn around now John!" she ordered.

I quickly turned my head, not wanting to displease the woman who was making me feel so wonderful. I closed my eyes and waited. The clock could almost be heard ticking as I waited patiently. I felt the table move just a little and held my breath as I anticipated what I thought was about to happen. "Now relax John," she said as she squirted a little more lotion onto my skin. I felt her hands move to the sides of my shoulders and then she lay the front of her body against my back. It was a dream come true as I felt the soft, mature breasts of my aunt Paula Ann press into my back. I let out a groan and she snickered a little as she rubbed against me. 

"Oh yes," I moaned, trembling slightly as her nipples pressed against me. Delicate, gentle hands moved to the sides of my buttocks as she rubbed her tits against my back. "Annie, you feel so great. Oh yes Annie. You are so great."

"I've never had a complaint yet young man," she said as her slick hand moved to the cleft between my buttocks. Expert fingers slid between them and then her hand moved between my legs. I let out a groan as I felt her hand move to the base of my cock. As if it had a mission, begin to twitch and then I began to expel the cum that had built up in my balls.

Aunt Paula felt me tense and I was sure that she knew that I was cumming into the material that draped the table. "Oh god Annie!" I groaned as my cock pumped until it had no choice but to quit.

"That's more like it young man," she said as he removed her hand from my cock. Disappointment washed over me as I felt her remove her luscious body from against mine. "I knew that I could get you to relax." Indeed she had. I felt more relaxed than I had been in God knows how long.

"Now turn over John."

"I can't," is said embarrassed that I had cum with such little effort.

"I said turn over John," she said more forcefully this time.

I slowly turned over and my face turned red as aunt Paula noticed the wet stain where my hips had been.

"Oh my," she said, "looks like we've had a little accident!" She smiled at me and leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "It's ok young man, It had to happen if you are really going to relax." Pushing herself up, she smiled and looked down at me. "Now don't be embarrassed John. It's a good thing for a man to get his nuts off once in a while!" Aunt Paula smiled at me as she kneeled over my legs. "Now we can finish the massage," said as she picked up the bottle of lotion and pointed it at her beautiful breasts.

I smiled as she squirted the lotion onto her chest and set the bottle down. Lotions dripped down her breast, across her belly and then down onto her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. "You are so beautiful Annie," I said to her as she smiled down at me.

"Why thank you John. You're quite handsome yourself!" Paula leaned forward and I my cock start to stiffen again as she pressed her breasts against my chest and gave me a warm kiss on the lips. Her mouth tasted good as she pressed against mine. I moaned into her lips and she began a circular motion with her body against mine. 

Not disappointing me, I felt my cock start to rise as her pubic mound pressed against my crotch. Her nipples now seemed to be hard as her breasts massaged mine. Her lips moved off mine and she raised her head and closed her eyes, seeming to enjoy the feel of me against her. "Just relax John," she moaned as she continued her bump and grind against me. 

Paula leaned forward and once more gave me a short kiss on the lips and then she started to slide her body down the length of mine. I closed my eyes as I felt her soft tits move down across my chest, to my stomach and then I felt them touch my now hard cock. "Now, it looks like we're going to have to relax you again John," she said as her hand took hold of my cock and pressed it against her breast. 

"Yes Annie," I said as she massaged my dick with her breast. Her hand moved from my cock but it was replaced with her other breast. Now I was in heaven! Mountains of tit flesh now surrounded my cock! "Oh fuck!" I moaned as her breasts began to slide across my hard member. My hips started a rocking motion to the movement of her breasts.

"That's a good boy John. Come on baby, titty fuck old Annie! Come on baby, fuck my titties and give me your load young man!" My hips moved harder now against the lotioned breasts of my aunt. "Yes Johnny boy! Give me a load of cum all over my fucking titties. Come on John. You can do it. Annie wants you to fuck her titties hard!"

"Oh fuck Annie! I'm gonna cum Annie!" I said as my breaths came out in short bursts now.

"Yes!" Annie yelled. "Cum all over my fucking titties John! Please, I want you to shoot your fucking stuff all over me!" My hips moved hard now as she cheered me on. 

"Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I moaned as I grabbed her pigtails and bucked my hips against her chest. She squeezed her breasts tighter and then I shot a long stream of cum. The first squirt landed on my chest and I'm not aware of where the others went, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was shooting my load onto her chest. 

"Oh my fucking god!" I moaned, tensing one last time until I relaxed back, completely emptying my balls.

Annie laughed as she got down from the table. She picked up my towel and threw it at me. "Better get dressed John. I've got other appointments!" Annie threw on her robe and walked out the door. After a few minutes, I sat up and started to put my clothes on. 

When I was dressed completely, I somehow made my way down the hall on shaky knees.

"Well, did you enjoy your massage?" the brunette asked.

"It was incredible!" I said as I headed out the door. 

"Wait!" she called back and handed me my $100 deposit back. "Annie said that you just had the regular massage today. This belongs to you," she said as she placed the $100 bill back in my hand.

I turned and walked out the door and after setting in my car for a spell, I drove back to the motel room. I dialed the number of my Uncle Ed and waited for him to pick up. Instead, his voice mail came on line. 

"Nothing to report," I said and then I lay down and I slept better than I had in years.

To be continued...



Aunt Peg



My mother's younger sister, Peg, was only about 10 years older than I was and she used to baby-sit when I was younger. About seven years ago she married a farmer and moved away. Three years later her husband died in a car crash and she decided to try and make a go of the farm by her self.  At first it seemed that she would be able to keep the farm profitable, but after two bad seasons she had to sell off most of the farm to pay her debts.  The one thing she held onto was the apple orchard and she concentrated her efforts on making it work.

The problem for her was labour.  She could not afford to hire a full time worker and in the summer there was too much for her to look after by her self.  I was nineteen at the time and she offered me a summer job helping her on the farm.  I was eager to get away from home for the summer and jumped at the opportunity.  As soon as my university classes were finished for the year I headed for the farm.

I hadn't seen Peg for about five years but from what I remembered she was a very attractive woman.  She stood about 5'7" and had golden blond hair.  As a young teen I often fantasised about fucking my 'older Aunt'.  She was well proportioned with firm breasts and a small waist.  I laughed to myself and supposed that by now she had turned into a typical big ol' farm mama.  Boy was I wrong.  When I arrived at the farm Peg greeted me at the door with a big hug and a kiss.  I stood there dazed looking at this goddess who was my Aunt. 

"What's wrong Hal?" she asked.

"Nothing" I stammered. "I just forgot how beautiful you were."  

Peg blushed a little but I could tell that she liked the compliment. I unloaded my car and settled in for the summer.  Over the next few days Peg showed me the ropes of tending an apple orchard.  I was surprised at how much work was involved.  I had just assumed that apples grew and you picked them in the fall.  The days were long I was very tired come nightfall.

The farm was a good 30 minutes from the nearest town so in the evenings we just sat and talked or watched TV.  She had a satellite dish so there was plenty to choose from.  One night I couldn't sleep and I was just channel surfing not really watching anything.  I accidentally punched in a channel that had been edited out and there on the TV was a porno station.  I had been working so hard that I hadn't even thought about sex, but now my dick grew hard in a flash.  On the screen two girls were sucking this guy's huge hard cock.  One had his dick in her mouth and the other was sucking on his balls.  The camera would swing around and zoomed in on the girl's asses and you would get a great view of their shaved pussies.  The girls would reach between their legs and play with themselves as they continued to suck the guy's cock.

I watched with envy and took out my dick and started to jack off.  My balls were very tight and I realised that I hadn't masturbated in a while.  My girlfriend and I had a fairly regular sex life but since coming out to the farm I just thought about work and sleep.  On the screen one of the girls had moved and was licking the other's cunt while the first one continued to suck the guy off.  I could feel my orgasm building and just as I was about to cum the guy on the screen took his dick out of the girl's mouth and blew his load all over her face and tits.  At the same time my dick shot a stream of cum straight up about a foot and it landed on my chest and all over my hand, which was still holding onto my dick.

I lay back exhausted as the cum ran down between my legs and around my balls.  I cleaned myself up and went to bed but I made sure that I knew how to find that station again.

The next morning Peg asked me if I had a restful sleep to which I replied it was the best so far.  She smiled and I wondered what Peg would do if she only knew what a good night it had been.  It was difficult for me to keep my mind on my work.  Every time I saw Peg I would remember the two girls sucking the guy's dick.  I tried to focus on my chores but Peg wasn't making it easy.  The day was a particularly hot one and Peg had changed into a pair of shorts and a halter-top.  I could see her nipples poking through the material and occasionally I caught a glimpse of her lovely white breasts.

Finally the day ended and I went to take a shower before supper.  As I stood under the hot water I closed my eyes and thought about Peg.  I imagined what her naked body was like and in my mind her pussy was shaved bare.  I started to rub my dick as I thought about Peg but I stopped and shook my head.  This was not a good thing because I had to spend the summer in the same house and I couldn't go around dream fucking my aunt even if she was a total knockout.

I finished my shower, stepped out and dried off. I then took my dirty clothes and opened the hamper.  Before I could dump them in I stopped cold.  There was a pair of Peg's panties lying on top of the clothes pile.  My heart started to beat faster as I reached in and picked them up.  They were not really sexy but they were bikini style and I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply to breathe in Peg's scent. I dropped my clothes and started to masturbate as I held the panties to my face.

I immediately fantasised about Peg and, as I sniffed the crotch of her panties, I was licking her cunt in my mind.  In my fantasy Peg responded by taking my dick in her mouth and greedily sucked my pole right down to my balls.  I took the panties and wrapped them around my dick as I continued to jack off.  I was beyond stopping now and I put the panties back to my face to get another whiff of Peg's pussy juice.  I was so absorbed in my fantasy that I didn't hear the door open and Peg walk in.  She let out a yell of surprise and closed the door stepping back into the hall.  I was totally mortified.  What could I do?  Peg had caught me jerking off as I sniffed her panties.  I just stood there trembling.

"Hal I want to come in, OK?" Peg said.

I didn't even hear her I was too frozen with fear.  

"Hal, did you hear me, are you alright, please let me come in."

I still said nothing and Peg slowly opened the door and stepped into the bathroom.

"Hal, I am truly sorry.  I had no idea that you were in here.  Please don't be angry."

I was still naked, with my now soft dick, standing in front of Peg.  "No Peg" I said, "Its me who should be sorry.  I just lost control and wasn't thinking.  I should never have let that happen.  If you want I will go back home and we can forget all about this".

"Hal, do you like my panties?"

I couldn't believe my ears.  "Pardon?" I said.

"Do you like my panties?  Those ones are just for everyday wear.  I have much nicer ones for fun. Would you like to see them."

All I could do was nod my head.  Peg reached out and took my dick in her hand and led me to her bedroom.

"Help me get undressed."

I started to remove her halter-top and she was undoing her shorts.  Her breasts were full and firm and I took them in my hands.  Meanwhile Peg was busy playing with my dick and balls.

"Take off my shorts.  I want you to see my panties."

I dropped to my knees and slowly pulled her shorts down her tanned legs.  She was wearing a pair of white satin panties and there was a wet spot over her cunt.  I tucked my hands inside her panties and grabbed hold of her ass.  Then I leaned forward and began kissing her panty-covered snatch.

"Do you like my panties Hal?"

"I love your panties.  I want to rub my face all over your panties.  I want to rub my dick all over your panties.  I want to cum in your panties."

"Lick me. I'm so horny I've wanted to fuck you ever since you arrived.  I have dreamt about you every night.  Oh Hal suck my clit and make me cum."

I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and drove my tongue deep into her wet snatch.  Peg moaned with delight and I knew that she was very close to orgasm.  I moved my hands to the crack of her ass and found her tight little bum hole.  I used a finger and probed her rosebud, which added to her enjoyment.

"Ugh, I'm cumming don't stop".  Peg's orgasm was very intense and she sprayed my face with her juices.  I kept my lips glued to her clit and only let go when she pulled my head away and looked into my eyes.  "Hal, that was the best I ever had.  You were wonderful.  Now its my turn to make you happy."

I stood up and Peg took me over to her bed and had me sit down on the edge.  "Do you really like my panties?" she asked again.

"Peg, to be very honest I have a thing about panties.  The sight of a girl in sexy panties turns me on big time.  I like to rub my dick all over a panty-covered bum and when I jerk off I like to cum in a pair of panties.  Panties are a passion."

"Do you like to wear panties when you jerk off?  God that would be sexy to watch.  Would you do that for me?  Jerk off while wearing a pair of my panties."

"Yes Peg I would.  But you would have to let me cum on your face."

"Deal, stand up."  I stood up and Peg went to her dresser.  "Let's find a nice pair of panties.  What about these?" she asked, holding a pair of lace bikini panties.

"They look great," I said.  "Come and put them on me."

Peg got down on her knees and I stepped into the panties.  She then pulled them up but stopped at my dick and started to suck on my cock.  Her wet mouth was a natural fit for my hard cock.  After a couple of minutes of deep sucking she finished putting on the panties and sat back on the edge of the bed.  I stood in front of her and started to rub myself through the lace panty.

Peg was entranced and I took my cock out through the side of the panties and started to jerk off about three inches from her face.  She watched every stroke and I used my other hand to cup my balls and roll them around.  Peg slipped a hand between her legs and started to play with her cunt but she never took her eyes off my dick.  I would move close and bounce my dick on her lips and then move back and continue stroking myself.  I could feel my cum starting to rise and told Peg to get ready.  She opened her mouth with the first spurt and I let fly with my load.  It went everywhere on her face and when I was done I used my dick to spread it around and scrape it into her mouth.  Peg took my cum covered cock and sucked me clean, swallowing all she could.

"Hal that was wonderful.  You have a beautiful cock and as soon as we have recovered a little I want to find out how it feels inside my pussy."  Peg stood up and we wrapped our arms around one another.  I ran my hands over her ass and squeezed each cheek.  Peg did the same to me.  "Tell me about the first time you jerked off on a pair of panties."

"Well do you remember my cousin Ann.  She's on my father's side of the family.  Anyway, they were visiting I guess when I was about 16.  One day we were having fun in the pool and I got out to get changed.  I went upstairs and spotted her panties laying on the bed in the spare room.  I took them and hid them in my room and later that night I jerked off while playing with her panties.  After that I was hooked."

"Hal, we can have a lot of fun this summer if you want.  I know that we are blood but that shouldn't stop us from enjoying the next few weeks before you have to start school again.  Ever since Bill died I have been a quiet widow but once I saw you standing in the door the day you arrived I decided to throw caution to the wind.  I am very glad that you didn't throw me out when I came back into the bathroom.  As soon as I realized what was happening I knew that I had to act fast or you might not be willing to participate in my summer plans."

"Peg, there is something that you can do for me right now.  As a matter of fact we can both do it."

"What is it.  I won't say no."

"I want to shave your pussy and I want you to shave me.  That's another thing that really turns me on, a shaved slit."

"God yes", said Peg.  "I did it for Bill before but he didn't really like it.  I loved having everything smooth and hair free.  So who goes first?"

"I'll shave you first and then you shave me.  I'll get my razor and shave cream and you get a pair of scissors, a small container with some warm water and a towel for the bed."

We were back in a flash and I had Peg lay down at the edge of the bed with her legs spread as wide as she could.

"This is no good," she said.  "I want to watch.  The counter in the bathroom is pretty wide and I can lean against the wall."

We moved to the bathroom and she got set up on the counter.  I knelt in front of her and started to trim her pubic hair with the scissors.  When all that was left was stubble I took some warm water and wet down her snatch.  Then I applied the shaving cream and started to remove the remaining hair.  Occasionally I would stop and insert a finger into Peg's wet hole.  Peg loved it and she would hold my hand and pretend it was a dildo moving in and out of her sweet box.  Soon all her hair was gone and Peg leaned over to get a close up view of her smooth pussy.  She was very pleased and I took the opportunity to run my tongue up and down her slit to test its smoothness.

Peg moaned and grabbed the back of my head and held me against her pussy.  I shoved my tongue as far as I could up her hairless hole and wrapped my lips around her erect clit.  Peg screamed and rammed her snatch into my face as if she was fucking my tongue.  I became more forceful and I pinched her clit with my lips. Peg screamed out loud and came so hard that I thought she would split my head as she clenched her thighs tightly around my ears.

Peg turned out to be a squirter.  She nearly flooded my mouth with her cum juice.  I pulled back slightly and watched her go through her own ejaculation.  I opened her cunt lips and her whole inside was convulsing.  I then covered her entire cunt with my mouth and squeezed her outer lips together while she continued to throb and moan as her orgasm subsided.

"My oh my but you know how to use that tongue of yours," Peg said weakly.  "It should be registered with the police as a lethal weapon"

"Peg, you have the most perfect pussy.  It demands to be licked.  I can't help myself under those conditions."  I then started to gently kiss her cunt and slip my tongue between her lips.

"Stop, stop, stop," she pleaded.  "It's my turn to shave you."

Peg jumped down and I took her place on the counter top.  She took the scissors and cut as much of the hair as she could.  She then spread the shaving cream around my crotch.  Peg wanted a good size area cleaned off and she began to shave me at the waist.  I watched fascinated with what she was doing.  Sometimes Peg would kiss my dick as she shaved me.  I was able to keep my dick soft so that it wouldn't interfere with her work.  But the more she kissed it the harder it got and soon it was a rigid pole.  Since Peg needed both hands to do the shaving she used her mouth to keep my cock out of the way.

Soon she was removing the hair around my balls and I held my legs wide for her.  She shaved my balls and the whole area between my thighs.  She then stopped and started to lick my ass hole.  No one had ever done that to me before.  I closed my eyes and moaned with delight.  Peg ran her tongue up to my sack and sucked on my balls then she would return to my butt and lick my ass some more.

I reached down and started to play with myself but Peg removed my hand and took my cock into her mouth.  I couldn't help it I started to move my hips up and down fucking Peg's mouth.  Peg shoved one of her fingers into my ass and I redoubled my fucking motion in her mouth.  All of a sudden I exploded with a fountain of cum and Peg held my dick tightly as I pumped my load into her mouth.  She didn't move until my dick was soft and then she let it slip from between her lips.

"Peg, that was the best.  I know that I am not worldly when it comes to blowjobs but that was the best."

We decided to take a break and have supper but first Peg led me by the cock back to her room.

"We need to dress for supper," she said.  "What panties should I wear?" 

"Show me something sheer and in a thong," I replied.  "I want to have an unrestricted view of your ass.  I may even want to have it for dessert."

Peg pulled out a pale blue see thru thong that was just what the doctor ordered.  

"Perfect," I said.  "Give them to me and stand over here."  I sat on the edge of the bed and had Peg stand in front of me.  Her shaved pussy was directly in front of my face and I gave her cunt a couple of quick kisses.  I held the panties for her and she stepped into them.  I then pulled them up and had her turn around so I could adjust the thong between the cheeks of her ass.  I took a couple of minutes and just admired her behind.  It was perfect.  I leaned forward and took one of the globes and sucked on it like it was a breast.  I licked up and down her ass crack and rubbed my face all over her behind.  I spread her cheeks and licked her tight little hole.  I probed it with my tongue as I opened her ass as wide as I could.  I buried myself between the cheeks and then closed them around my face. The smell was a mix of cunt juice and musk and I didn't want to stop breathing it in.

Peg slipped her hand inside her panties and put a finger in her cunt and rubbed her clit.  I was rock hard and I wanted to fuck that sweet pussy.  I stood up and eased Peg onto the bed.  I got between her legs, pulled the crotch of the panties aside and slipped my cock into her swollen pussy.  I started humping away lost in the bliss of Peg's wet cunt.

We didn't speak a word as we fucked.  Our mouths were locked in a carnal kiss, our tongues exploring each other.  Because we had already cum earlier it would be some time before we felt the tinges of another orgasm start to build. We were both covered in sweat and I buried my face in Peg's neck.  I sensed that Peg was about ready to cum and I started to ram my cock in and out of her cunt like a piston in an engine.  Peg couldn't control herself and she bit my shoulder and dug her nails in my ass as her orgasm consumed her.

There was no way that I was going to cum so we just lay there until we had enough strength to have a shower.  We spent the rest of the night gently fondling each other and Peg made me cum one more time before we crawled to bed totally exhausted.

This was one summer job with great fringe benefits.



Aunt Peggy's Passion



(Part one) Morning Glory

Sunday mornings are not supposed to be noisy. But, this Lord's Day morning I was awakened by a loud voice speaking. Good god, that man was arguing again! Uncle George was again beastly berating and criticizing Aunt Peggy. The bad-tempered, rough-talking bear of a man was acting like the bastardly beast that he was. His brusque, gruff, gravelly voice carried all the way from the kitchen to my bedroom down the hall. 

If ever there was a man deserving of a good beating, then my Uncle George was it. My father's brother had none of the kinder, gentler qualities in his behavior or demeanor that my dad and I had. 

If ever there was a woman deserving of respectful compassion, then my Aunt Peggy was it. As far as I was concerned, this dear woman epitomized all that is good and decent in a person of the feminine gender. 

I only knew a few of the 'particulars' about how and why the two came into a state of matrimonial union. Orphaned as a teenager, Aunt Peggy had inherited her birthplace farm and had married an older neighbor man. If I were to conjecture, I'd say it must have been a 'marriage of convenience' instead of love. In all the years I'd known them, I'd never witnessed my uncle aim a kind word or gesture toward his wife. On the other hand, I'd noticed repeated attempts by my aunt to engender kindness and love from her husband. 

My aunt, uncle, and I had one seemingly inconsequential thing in common. It was a number. The number was multiples of 18. I was 18 years in age. At 36, Aunt Peggy was 18 years older than me. At 54, Uncle George was 18 years senior to his wife.

Throwing off my covers, I jumped out of bed, and stood at my bedroom window. My eyes beheld the splendor and beauty of the rolling hills and pastures outside. This rural southern farm was one of my favorite places to be. I was lucky enough to now be spending the whole summer here while my missionary parents were abroad doing their 'good works'. 

A gust of early morning summer wind blew through my opened window and ruffled the curtains. I had slept nude, so the breeze also tickled my pubic hairs and the tender flesh of my fresh-outta-bed erection. For the life of me, I couldn't remember a day when I hadn't awakened without a hard-on. 

I was giving some serious thought to raising the window screen so I could jack-off and shoot a load of early morning cum out onto God's good green earth. This wouldn't be the first time I'd performed this wake-me-up morning ritual.

Hearing the back door slam, I knew Uncle George had stormed out in one of his customary rages. God, if that man ever raises a hand to strike Aunt Peggy, I'll beat the shit out of him and hang the bastard's ornery-assed hide up in a high oak tree!

In an attempt to put such thoughts aside, I went ahead and raised the screen. My meaty teenaged erection settled into my hand. I suppose I was proud of the hefty size of my cock and I was just cocky enough to think I was as well-hung as any full-grown man ought to be.

As I pumped my throbbing man-handle, I couldn't help but worry a little about Aunt Peggy. The woman was no physical match for her husband. My eyes saw her as a delicately-petite female flower blooming under summer skies. If I were to guess, I'd say she weighed no more than 100 pounds and was not taller than 5 foot 2. Why, that's a full 60 pounds lighter and 9 inches shorter than me!

My wandering mind recalled some of the words to and old song I'd heard somewhere in time. I believed it went something like; "5 foot 2, eyes of blue, oh but what those 5 foot could do...has anybody seen my gal." 

Well hell, Aunt Peggy wasn't 'my gal' but I'd admit that I'd often wondered about the abundance of shapely curves hidden inside my blue-eyed aunt's clothing. Whether she wore dresses or jeans, she always had a look about her which inspired a bulge to stretch the crotch of my jeans.

This thinking about Aunt Peggy's curves was raising the heat inside my bubbling ball sack. My swollen erection summoned forth testicle fluids and began spewing them out the open window in streams of thick, creamy cum. I allowed orgasmic gratification to steal away my senses and give me joyous early morning pleasure. 

In the midst of my thrills, my peripheral vision picked up a hint of movement. There to my left just across the room, a feminine figure stood in my open doorway. I knew at once it was the lady who was 5 foot 2 with eyes of blue. 

At the moment, those eyes of blue were staring transfixed at my elongated man-hose and the streams of milky cream freely flowing from it. So mesmerized was she that she seemed not to notice I was now aware of her presence. 

Why I didn't immediately stop, I couldn't say. Unbelievably, I didn't even slow down. While I continued my cock pumping, I saw that I wasn't the only one caught up in orgasmic ecstasy. The thin belt of the pale blue morning-robe Aunt Peggy had on was untied and the robe was open. She had on no bra. One of her hands was cupping a breast with the fingers teasing an erect nipple. Another hand was buried within her white panties. I knew her fingers were deep inside her fully-matured vaginal opening. Her panties were stained with her own pussy juices. Her body was shivering with orgasmic spasms.

I didn't know Sunday-school-teaching, church-going ladies did that! I didn't know good Christian women masturbated! I certainly didn't know my Aunt Peggy did it! I'd never even thought about the fact. But, I now knew my aunt did play with herself. I knew for a fact she did because I was looking right at her doing it! 

I milked my erection until I was dry and then flipped my cockshaft a few times to get rid it of the last few drops of cum. Aunt Peggy then noticed that I saw her. A reddish blush spread over her face, yet she didn't stop masturbating until she was orgasmically satisfied. After pulling a wet, cunt-soaked hand from her panties, my aunt turned toward the door and disappeared from sight. Not one word had passed between us. 

What was there to say? There was nothing that could be said. Still naked, I walked down the hallway to the guest bathroom which had been set up for me so I could have some privacy. Perhaps I should have thought of coming to this room for my cumming-out, cock-jerking party. Oh well, what's done is done.

After shaving, I ran a hot tub and took a long leisurely bath. This was to be a big day. Aunt Peggy would have a nice breakfast for me and then she and I would head off for Sunday school and church. Being the heathen he was Uncle George would not be joining us. This man had vowed never to darken the doorway to any kind of religious sanctuary. If asked for my opinion, I'd say God would most likely kick the blasphemous bully's ass back outside anyways. 

As I climbed out of the tub, my mind's eye began seeing a picture of Aunt Peggy's lithe, summer-tanned body. I recalled the hypnotic beauty of the female form barely visible beneath her opened robe. I remembered a glimpse of the breathtaking view of her braless breasts and nipples. I saw a masturbating hand playing inside white panties. 

With my vivid imagination working on overdrive, I felt a familiar swelling between my legs. My fantasizing mind began having ungodly, sinful, coveting cravings for a woman who belonged to another. If not for the fact that Aunt Peggy was waiting breakfast for me, I would have stifled my lascivious lust by again beating my meat. 

Attempting to ignore my agitated frustrations, I left the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I walked toward my room with my erect cock slapping my belly. I was thinking about the jerking-off party I would have to have sometime after breakfast but before church. Hell, I couldn't walk into God's holy house with an aunt-inspired erection straining my pants!

Unbeknownst to me, Aunt Peggy had not been preparing breakfast. She too had been taking a morning bath. Her bathroom door opened and she came out into the hallway. Unbelievably, my aunt was strip-stark naked, same as I was. She was drying her shoulder-length hair with a towel. This woman had never before walked around naked in front of me before today. She stopped to stare at me and I stopped to stare at her.

Oh damn, I'd never imagined I'd ever see this woman naked! I couldn't stop looking at the mesmerizing sights before my eyes. Aunt Peggy had a short, petite body, yet her feminine features were fully developed. Her twin breasts were the size and shape of fully-ripened grapefruits. The nude nectarines seemed to offer an invitation to be plucked. 

I'd always been told that with age a woman's breasts became victims of gravity. They were supposed to sag and droop. I now believed I might have been misinformed about these facts. Aunt Peggy's breasts boldly stood as proud and beautiful decorative ornaments upon her chest. Dark pink nipples, surrounded by silver-dollar-size pale pink areolas, completed the ornamentation. My aunt's breasts were gorgeous! 

My eyes strayed lower. Aunt Peggy's figure was trim and firm. My gaze settled on the patch of hair between her shapely legs. Years ago, I'd seen pictures in magazines of full-grown women's pussies. That's where I'd first learned about pubic hair on a female vagina. Well, now I was seeing my aunt's mature woman's pussy in all its fluffy, furry glory! 

I was not certain if I was pleased at the sight or not. With my limited knowledge of pussies, I'd discovered I loved shaved, bare-nude, hairless pussy mounds best! 

Yet contrarily, I couldn't take my eyes away from Aunt Peggy's bushy pussy. Her curly snatch of pubic hair added an air of exotic, erotic, feminine mystery to her otherwise unblemished body. Silently, I wondered, "What jewels and treasures lay concealed within her shrouded female veil? Did I dare make an attempt at an unveiling?" 

I began wondering about how long Aunt Peggy and I were going to stand there staring at each other. I could turn to my right and quickly enter my bedroom. Aunt Peggy could turn to her right and quickly enter hers. Yet, neither of us turned.

Finally, Aunt Peggy took a timid step towards me. She leaned close and spoke to me in a muted whisper, "Daniel, I want to thank you so much for letting me watch you this morning. Oh god, that was the most beautiful performance of masculine sex play I've ever seen in my life! Believe it or not, but I've never even seen a 'young' man's naked body. I married at a young age to a man much older than me. I didn't know the male form could be so solid and chiseled-hard. I had no idea my nephew's penis was so handsomely developed in both elongated length and generous girth. In my opinion, any female would love to get a piece of what you have!"

Embarrassed by her brazen boldness, Aunt Peggy blushed and became quiet for a minute. Gathering courage, she then spoke again, "Daniel, you're mature enough now to know the truth about your uncle and why I'm so unhappy with him. I've never told this to anyone else, but that man is a 'son-of-a-bitch' who makes my life miserable! He has no sense of humor. He's always so melancholic and sullen. And, he's not the least bit 'virile' when it comes to sex. To compensate for his 'shortcomings', he has been mistreating me badly. I mean mentally, emotionally, and especially sexually. He has become a mean and vicious lover!"

After a brief pause, she added, "I sometime hope and pray he will just go away and leave me alone. I love children and I'd love to have a baby, but I thank God every day that I've never born that man a child!"

Aunt Peggy stopped talking to wipe tears from her eyes. Unconsciously, I reached out and she stepped into my arms. We were both keenly aware of our nudity, yet I held on to her tightly. Her hands rested on my chest. 

Even though I wasn't yet out of my teen years, my masculine instinct recognized the agonized pain of a 'wounded' woman. Misused and abused, my aunt's body and heart had been badly damaged. My intuitive, tender-hearted mind compassionately wondered whether or not her female psyche had been injured beyond repair.

"Daniel," Aunt Peggy's breaking voice said. "I haven't trusted a man in so long I've began losing my faith in men. This changed when you came here to stay last week. Your presence is like a breath of fresh air. You are so full of life and mischievous merriment it's nearly impossible to remain despondent around you. Your humor and inspiring zest for life is so infectious I've found myself laughing and singing for the first time in forever. And now, this morning, I've discovered that I have a beautiful, hard-bodied, virile male-creature living in my home! I guess this explains why I've been walking around with an excited wetness inside my panties since you've been here." 

Before I had a chance to respond to this unexpected news, Aunt Peggy added, "For the life of me Daniel, I can't figure out what to do with you! I'm so jumpy and jittery, I feel like a virginal schoolgirl with her first 'crush' on a boy!"

"Aunt Peggy," my mischievous voice teased. "You are an adult woman with the wisdom and maturity of age. So, my lady, you just go ahead and do whatever you want to do with me. I'm a big boy, I can take it!" 

Aunt Peggy's response was not what I expected. She didn't call upon her good sense to give her the wisdom to turn away from temptation. Instead, she turned her face up and softly kissed my cheek. She then kissed my lips. This wasn't the kind of kiss an aunt gives to a nephew. It was a kiss a woman gives to a man. The kiss I gave back wasn't meant for a motherly-substitute aunt. It was the kiss of a man aroused by the allure of enticing female. 

My kiss deepened as I poured my heart and soul into it. It was becoming a kiss meant as comforting solace for an injured woman. I wondered if I was subconsciously trying to atone for the sins of my uncle. 

A recollection came to me as I held a woman's soft, nude body tightly against the rigidity of my muscular chest and loins. I recalled an article I'd read about sex. The article made the claim that women reach their sexual peak in their mid-thirties and guys reach their peak in their mid-teens. I further recalled that Aunt Peggy was 36 while I was 18. Why did this information now come to my mind?

The impassioned kiss between Aunt Peggy and me became two and then three. I took a step to my right bringing the seductive woman with me. We were in my bedroom. When I closed the door, I locked out the world. I ordered decency and morality to vacate the premises under the threat of a severe ass-kicking. 

"Peggy," I said in a clear, strong voice. "Woman, this won't work unless we drop the 'aunt' part! We must forget it, ignore it, and pretend the aunt-nephew relationship doesn't exist. Okay?"

A smile lit Peggy's radiant face. Her teasing answer was given with joyous jest, "What relationship, Daniel? Why, good sir, I'm just a woman and you are just a man!" 

Peggy sat on my bed and I dropped to my knees between her legs. I kissed her again. I had no idea if her mouth had ever been tongue-fucked before, but that's what I began doing to it. Whether she was experienced or just now instinctively learning, this woman began tongue-fucking my mouth in return.

Taking my time, I moved slowly and gingerly. I reasoned that if I rushed I might not allow forbidden temptation a chance to get a firm hold on our tenuous, newfound, lust-inspired bond. 

Reaching out, I cupped two proudly-displayed breasts with a gentle touch. As Peggy's tits filled my hands, I gently massaged the magnificent mammary orbs. Swelling nipples stiffened as my thumbs caressed them. When I leaned over to capture one of the mature nubs in my mouth, I heard a moan of delight. Inspired by this reaction, I captured the other erect nipple. I sucked with soft, gentle pressure. My tongue made slow, lazy circles around and around. I heard sighs and moans. 

I juggled Peggy's tittie-jugs up into the air with the skill of a circus performer. I enthusiastically played with the firm, jiggly balloons. My lips joined in on the act and frantically licked the warm boob flesh. My tit-hungry mouth sucked all around the circular perimeter of the mountainous hills. 

When my boob play was temporarily satisfied, I eased Peggy to her back on my bed. She made no resistance. She willingly helped as I spread her legs wide. I studied the mysterious bush between her legs. I saw a forest of hair covering a magical, magnificent pussy mound. Her pussy lips were puffed and the mounded flesh stood up graceful and proud. 

Peggy's clit was easy to find. It was not completely hidden inside the outer pussy lips. My ravenous mouth and tongue found it easily. I flicked it, licked it, and teased it until it became stiff and erect. The warm, tender ridge of the protruding clit was much like the tip of an iceberg. There was much more below the surface. Spreading her pussy lips, I found the feminine glory within! My mouth and tongue found a glorious abundance of tender vaginal flesh to consume. I ate voraciously!

I was young, but I knew when sexual stimulation was causing exquisite pleasure. I knew my oral massages were stirring Peggy's pussy passions. I knew she was forcing herself not to cry out. She certainly didn't want Uncle George to know what was going on under his roof. Even so, I heard impassioned whimpers and barely concealed cries. 

I stopped for a moment and looked at my forbidden lover's naked body. I spoke with a new maturity, "Peggy, if your husband is a 'son-of-a-bitch', he is also a 'goddamn-fool'! How could any man in his right mind not appreciate the magnificence of your sexy body? Why woman, you're 'smoking-hot' and 'drop-dead' gorgeous! I think you're wonderful!"

Peggy sat straight up in my bed, grabbed my head with both hands, and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back. She then dropped to her knees on the floor and told me to lie back on the bed. Without a second of hesitation, I obeyed her instructions.

"Daniel dear," Peggy whispered. "You told me I could do anything I wanted to with you. Did you mean it? Honey, I want to do something to you that your uncle has never let me do to him. May I kiss your beautiful, rock-hard cock and maybe even suck it a little?"

Without awaiting my permission or consent, Peggy moved into position between my legs. She leaned over and kissed my engorged cockshaft. She kissed up and down the entire swollen length of the steely-stiff rod. She pulled and tugged on my meaty erection. 

Peggy stood my rigid shaft up straight and closely inspected this object of her desire. As soon as the cockhead filled her field of vision, she popped it into her mouth. This woman was now the one with the voracious sex appetite. She seemed starved for a cock to eat. She sucked my meat deep into her mouth. She licked and sucked with enthusiastic zeal. 

Good god, I'd never had my 18-year-old cock inside the mouth of a woman twice my age! Peggy might be an inexperienced cocksucker, but after years of oral man-meat deprival, she was eagerly making up for lost time. This 36-year-old woman's cock hunger was stealing away all of her modest inhibitions. 

Forgetting about the restrictive proprieties of forbidden sex, this cock-starved female devoured my rigid erection. Peggy was treating my cock like it might be some kind of delicious edible treat. Her rapidly-licking tongue lapped at my flesh just like it was a blood-engorged pulsating popsicle. Her bobbing mouth sucked as if she had a tasty all-day sucker to consume. Her teeth began chewing as if she had a succulent meat-covered bone to munch on.

I was admittedly proud of the heft and size of my cock, but I knew of its limitations. There was no way in the world I could allow a female to eat me all day without blowing the lid off my steaming seminal pot.

Grabbing Peggy's hair, I pulled her head away from my pulse-pounding cockshaft and forced her to stop her frantic eating. I was ready to blow my load any second and Peggy damn-well should know it!




Aunt Peggy's Passion



"Oh Daniel, I'm sorry," Peggy said with a mixture of regret and happiness. "I've almost gone too far! Please don't cum yet! But Honey, I just couldn't help myself. You have the most wonderful cock I've ever had the joyous pleasure of playing with and sucking! Oh, I love it, I love it, I do! Oh Daniel, I don't know how far you are willing to go with me, but I'm hoping and praying that you will fuck me with your beautiful manhood. Will you? Will you fuck me right now?"  

I sprang up from my back on the bed, pulled this woman into my arms, and kissed her with a lusty passion. Jumping to my knees, I threw Peggy onto the bed. She landed atop my covers with my body between her legs. I believe I knew this was going to have to be one of those 'slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am' fucks. I knew because I couldn't wait for anymore foreplay and neither could my new lover.

Peggy spread her trembling legs and I grabbed my pulsating erection. My cock was going on a trek through unfamiliar territory. My cockhead would lead the way on this perilous vaginal expedition and my cockshaft would follow the courageous explorer. Together they fought through a jungle of thick growth forested bush. After kissing and teasing a quivering clit, they sank into a steamy, soaking-wet hole they had not yet explored. A wild-river of pussy juices flowed here. 

My cockshaft entered Peggy's vaginal hole and sank to the full depth of its swollen, elongated length. Pussy juices drowned and lubricated the penetrating penile rod. Long gone was any hint of a virginal hymen to break. Instead, a mature pussy welcomed my meaty erection. As I thrust in and out, this woman's inflamed pussy muscles greedily grabbed hold and refused to release their death-grip embrace.

I was fucking Peggy and the woman was fucking me! Each time my penile piston shoved itself into the slippery vaginal depths, my lover's hips bucked up forcing the well-lubricated copulation-tool to sink deeper into her tight-fitting vaginal socket. Wanton sighs and moans of masculine and feminine lust drowned out all other sounds. 

With my burning erection buried to its hilt inside a sweltering hot vaginal oven, I knew I wouldn't be able to hang onto my steaming male juices much longer. My seminal fluids boiled and churned. 

Right on cue, my liquefied, fiery cum erupted as streams of hot lava. My semen and sperm entered Peggy's glory-hole pussy and were met by waves of spurting and spraying vaginal cum. Together, we two wicked fornicators fucked with a passion of unrestrained lust and love. 

Earth-quaking, mind-blowing orgasms shook me violently. With this older, more-mature woman, I was experiencing a new kind of orgasmic pleasure. Raging masculine hormones ran rampant and spurred me to ram my agonizingly delighted cock into Peggy's man-hungry vaginal cavity with rapid, jackhammer-quick thrusts. 

My lover's hips were bucking and jumping so violently, I felt like I might be thrown out of the slippery saddle any minute. Digging my fingernails deep into the supple flesh of Peggy's ass, I just hung on tight, stayed on the ride, and reveled in the wild, untamed, carnal thrill of it!

As for Peggy, her mind and body were lost in a netherworld of blissful ecstasy. After years of mistreatment and a long period of sexual oppression, she was at long last finding herself fulfilled. The fact that it was a teenaged male's cock buried deep inside her pussy didn't matter. The fact that it was her nephew's hot semen and sperm pouring into her wet vaginal cavity didn't matter. What did matter was that she was now on the wildest rollercoaster ride of orgasmic satisfaction she'd ever been on! 

Peggy had put a pillow over her mouth to stifle her orgasmic screams. I was thinking that if we were alone in the house, she wouldn't have cared. I wouldn't have cared either. My wanton sex partner could have screamed as much as she wanted. Yet, I knew she and I both had to restrain ourselves because we didn't want to alert a certain 'son-of-a-bitch' to the fact that forbidden fucking going on in this house. 

One last thrust of my chunky meat and one last drop of cummy gravy was all I had left in me. Peggy's sex-satisfied pussy released its vise-grip hold on my manhood. 

Peggy sat up in the bed and my cock slipped out of her pussy. This once-proud indicator of virility and masculinity was now a limp, lifeless, and drained victim of an insatiable vagina's hunger. 

Radiant joy was lighting Peggy's flushed face. This woman kissed me with a sweet passion I'd never known before. Her voice spoke with the same ardent obsession, "Daniel, thank you. Thank you for fucking me. It was wonderful! It was glorious! Best of all, you were slow, tender, and gentle. Young man, my love, you are a magnificent lover!"

With our sexual escapade over, I walked the nude woman to my door. My voice was breaking as I said, "Peggy, I wish this didn't have to end. I wish you didn't have to ever be touched by my bastard of an uncle again! I want you to be happy. I love you, Peggy." 

"Oh, Daniel, I love you, too!" Peggy blurted out. After kissing me, she added, "I had every intention of telling you this thing that's happened with us can never happen again. But, damn my wicked hussy's soul to hell, I don't know if I can say it! If I admit the absolute truth, I'd have to say I will always want to feel your kisses on my lips, your hands on my body, and your cock inside my pussy! Oh sweet god, I want you to fuck me again and I want it sometime really soon!"

(Part two) Eye of the Beholder

After those words, Peggy turned to the door and was gone. Breakfast in the cozy country kitchen was a hurried affair. It turned out that a secretive romance and an illicit copulation rendezvous had consumed quite a bit of time. If we didn't hurry, we would be late for church. 

"Uncle George, how are you this fine morning?" I asked the sullen-faced man sitting at the breakfast table. Mischievous devilment made me continue. "Why don't you and I do the dishes while Aunt Peggy goes to get dressed real pretty for church? I think she's been working too hard, don't you? Doesn't her face look flushed like she's just had some kind of strenuous workout? I think we ought to treat her especially nice today, don't you? Hey, one more thing, do you want to go to church with us?"

Right on cue, the surly, bad-tempered man erupted, "Hell, I ain't doing any dishes! Boy, that's women's work! Why, strenuous workouts are good for a woman's body. And goddamnit, I ain't setting foot in no 'holier than thou' church! I'm taking my breakfast and finishing it in the barn!"

Slamming the door behind him, the man exited the house in a huff. Despite her best intentions, Peggy took her hands away from her startled face and began laughing. Gales of merriment resonated around the kitchen. 

"Daniel, I believe you're full of dangerous bedevilment this morning," Peggy said when she stopped giggling. "But Honey, you'd better be careful when teasing George. He doesn't share my love of your spirited effervescence and mischievous charm. Your uncle has a mean temper and he might turn on you. He's burly and strong, so you wouldn't want to have 'trouble' with him."

Paying no attention to the warning, I reached out and pulled the barefooted, robe-wearing woman into my arms. While nuzzling my face into the soft fabric of her braless bosom, I said, "Peggy, Uncle George and I had our 'trouble' sometime last year. After we exchanged several hard-hitting blows, he and I parted with the understanding that I wasn't a damn bit afraid of him!"

The overpowering scent of this sexy woman's femininity aroused the horny devil residing inside the jean shorts I'd thrown on. Putting my hands on her ass, I tugged on her until she landed astride my lap with her legs straddling mine. After untying the robe's belt and spreading it open, I pulled her busty breasts against my shirtless chest. I'd caught a brief glimpse of a bushy pussy with no panty-cover concealing it.

"Hey young man, don't start something you can't finish," Peggy said as she teased and kissed me. "I know you might have the sexual stamina of a teenager, but Mister this morning you've already shot a load in your hand and another load in me. I don't believe there is any way in this world you can get your beautiful cock to stand up erect again so soon!"

Good god I loved this irresistibly sexy and adorable woman! How could I not be anything but hard and horny with her in my arms? Just to prove her wrong, I lifted Peggy's lightweight body up with one muscular arm while I pulled my shorts off with my free hand. 

When I lowered Peggy's feminine body back down into my lap, her drippy wet pussy found out it was impaling itself onto an elongated, rigid erection. Vaginal muscles clamped onto the unexpected intruder and sticky, slicky female moisture flowed freely.

"Oh my, oh my goodness gracious," Peggy declared. "Daniel, my beautiful young man, you 'are' hard again! Oh goodness, please Daniel, don't fuck me right now! We'll be late for church! Can't you wait until after we get back?" 

Digging my fingernails into the flesh of two sexy soft ass cheeks, I answered, "Hell no, I can't wait! I'm going to fuck my new love right now 'and' I'm going to do it again after church! I guess we can compromise and have just a 'quickie' for now. Lady love, if you don't like this idea, then you can just jump out of my lap at any time you want."

Peggy didn't jump out of my lap. She didn't even try. Giving in to temptation, she willingly participated as I used my strong arms and hands to bounce her sweet ass up and down on my swollen cock. 

Frictional fires began burning despite the lubricating effects of feminine vaginal moisture and some leftover seminal cum. Peggy's hot wet pussy effortlessly slid up and down on the slippery erection burying itself deep up into her cervical void. 

Fiery friction was producing the heat for the orgasmic rapture Peggy and I sought. Who needs foreplay when you've had a morning of newly-awakened lust and love? Quickie this was supposed to be, so quickie it was.

As my orgasms started building, I began bouncing my lover so violently that the robe slipped from her shoulders and dropped to her waist. Jiggly breasts bounced and twirled creating a hypnotic sex stimulant. I began cumming and having more orgasmic thrills than I had expected I'd have. 

Peggy was cumming, too. I felt her deep-biting fingernails scratching my neck and back. Cummy, feminine fluids again bathed the tender flesh of my cock in a comforting bath of soul-soothing joy.

After loosing two loads of testicle fluid already this morning, I had not yet had enough time to be able to fully fill up my seminal reservoir. But, whatever reserve I had built up in my testicle bank was now withdrawn and was deposited into my new lover's vaginal bank. 

Peggy was again attempting to stifle her orgasmic pleasure. This time she was a little less successful than she'd been in my bedroom. As multiple orgasms raced through her pussy, she moaned, she grunted, and she squealed aloud. 

I was making quite a bit of joyous, sex-satisfied noise myself. Looking at the opened double window over the kitchen sink, I was thinking about how fortunate Peggy and I were that the barn where Uncle George went was far away from the main house. 

All good things 'cum' to an end, they say. When our orgasms faded, Peggy and I bathed, dressed and headed for church. Just as she had feared, we were late. 

All eyes just naturally turned to see who it was coming in late. With a slight blush covering my face, I reasoned that any fool with half a brain could tell that some kind of 'hanky panky' was the culprit causing our tardiness.

Fittingly, the minister's sermon was about the Ten Commandments. When he got to the ones about adultery and coveting another man's wife, Peggy and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and smiled. This was the moment when I realized that 'sin', like beauty, was in the eye, the heart, and the mind of the beholder. 

The longwinded, fire-and-brimstone minister preached on and on. By the time the church services and the handshaking goodbyes were made, it was long past one o'clock.

(Part three) Afternoon Delight 

On the drive home from church, I nearly ran off the road several times. I was having a great deal of trouble keeping my eyes off the woman sitting at my side. Peggy's 'Sunday clothes' consisted of a sleeveless, yellow, flower-print summer dress, thin-strapped sandals, and a pair of pink rose-petal pins holding back her hair.

Uncle George was sitting on the front porch when I stopped the car in front of the house. I was disappointed by his presence. If I'd had my way, the man would still be out in the barn or off to hell or Timbuktu. 

Putting my displeasure aside, I walked up to him and enthusiastically said, "Hi Uncle George, old fella! Hey, guess what? We're all having a picnic lunch out in the woods. I'm making lemonade and Aunt Peggy is going to pack up some the leftover fried chicken and fixings from last night's supper. What do think about that? It will be fun, won't it?"

"Hell, I hate picnics!" the dour, sour-faced man responded. Jumping up, he added, "I'm going to town for some steak and beer with friends!"

As the disagreeable man drove off without even saying a word more to his wife, I saw Peggy put her hands on her shapely hips and stare at me accusingly. "Daniel Dean Spencer!" she admonishingly scolded. "Why you naughty, mischievous young man, you know damn good-and-well that your uncle dislikes picnics!" 

"Really, he doesn't like picnics?" I innocently teased. "Oh yes, I remember now. I guess I just temporarily forgot. But, as far as being 'naughty' goes, why Ma'am, you ain't seen nothin' yet!"

I scooped Peggy up into my arms so quickly her sandals flew off and her summer dress billowed up over her knees. After kissing her sweet lips repeatedly, I carried my precious cargo of barefooted, barelegged femininity into the house and headed for my bedroom.

I pitched my new love onto my unmade bed and stripped every stitch of clothing from her body. In the flash of a second, I gazed in delight at the nude feminine glory awaiting my touch. Quick as a cat, I shed my own clothes and climbed onto the bed. 

Here, at this time and place, not one word was spoken. I reached out a hand and laid it against Peggy's silky, soft, warm abdomen. An electric current shot through my heart and soul. Every masculine muscle in my body stiffened. My cock hardened to an engorged, fully-aroused erection! 

I reached up and cupped a breathtakingly beautiful breast. My thumb brushed a nipple and I felt it stiffen. Even if I closed my eyes, my mind could never forget what this female's body looked like. I certainly hadn't forgotten anything about the perfection of these tantalizing tits. With the size of ripe-grapefruits, they looked just as perfectly formed and shaped as those tangy nectarines. 

I pulled on the tempting fruit and guided it to my mouth. My lips closed around the nipple and my tongue tasted the nectar. Hearing a soft moan, I reached for the twin of this breast and found that nipple. Another moan slipped out. My tit-hungry lips and tongue made a full oral examination of every inch of these magnificent mammary mounds. 

My wandering hand descended down a smooth abdomen, kept on going, and cupped the mounded flesh between two shapely legs. Here I found the thatch of curly feminine hair that had been such an erotic mystery to me early this morning. My fingers spread the bush and fondled the warm clitoral jewel they sought. Probing around, they slid lower and penetrated deep into a slippery, wet cavernous hole. 

Slowing down, I eased my hand back up the smooth-skinned body and buried my fingers into the soft locks of Peggy's wavy brown hair. I guided her head of curls towards my mouth and kissed the sweet-smelling tresses. I turned her head and found a warm cheek to kiss. I then found the sweet-tasting treasure I sought. I kissed soft, supple lips. The lips kissed mine. Love and lust burst into the flames of an unquenchable passion. 

The warmth of moisture dripped on my face. I knew in my mind and in my heart that this dampness came from tears. Peggy was softly crying. I was not yet a fully-matured man, but this day I'd begun to learn a little about the unfathomable mysteries of the feminine mystic. I knew that sex can bring joy, grandeur, and splendor when a sexual coupling is combined with genuine loving passion. 

Conversely, I'd learned that sex can be brutal and devastatingly victimizing! I'd found out Peggy had been savagely wounded by marital cruelty, callous indifference, and sexual mistreatment. How could this woman be blamed if she sought comforting solace in the bed of another? How could her lover be blamed if he freely and lovingly offered his bed as a sanctuary for love and passion? 

My kisses became more ardent and impassioned. I pulled on Peggy, lifted her body, and settled it atop mine. I ran my hands up and down the length of her back and played with her firm, shapely ass. The crack of her pussy lay on my erect cock. 

Peggy was a short and petite feminine lady, yet at the still-young age of 36, she was certainly every bit a fully-matured woman. I lifted her body towards my face until her breasts hung over my mouth. My lips hungrily latched onto one nipple and then the other. Again, I made a kissing, licking, and sucking oral exploration of the two wondrous dangling orbs.

Lifting her again, I placed her on her back beside me. My lips began another odyssey of oral exploration. I kissed her soft, firm abdomen and tongue-tickled her bellybutton. I temporarily bypassed her pussy mound and kissed her thighs and legs. 

Flipping Peggy over onto her belly, I kissed her adorable ass again and again. I kissed her back up and down its full silky-soft length. I mouth-massaged each place I kissed. I love-slapped her beautiful ass with several quick, stinging smacks, but I stopped and kissed the burning skin again before it could begin to redden. 

After a while, I flipped her over onto her back again. I needed to taste her sweet pussy. Taking my time, I teased her clit with gentle flicks and licks. My fingers played in the silky-fine hair of her pubic mound. 

At last, my mouth touched the delicate butterfly wings of her inner pussy lips and spread the pretty pink opening wide. Vaginal juices coated my probing tongue as I teased, licked, and tasted the feminine delights. I heard moans, and sighs, and barely concealed cries. 

Wiggling hips and a squirming feminine body let me know I was performing my pussy-eating task in a satisfactory manner. I continued to consume my vaginal meal with the ravenous hunger of a cunt-starved man.

Not wanting to cum just yet, Peggy forcibly pushed me away and turned toward me. She grabbed my throbbing erection with tight-gripping fingers. Bending down between my legs, she kissed my elongated shaft up and down its length. Again, I felt warm tears moisturizing my flesh. The head of my cock disappeared inside her mouth. She sucked and licked with an unrestrained gusto.

My love had told me this morning that, even though she was married, she'd never had a cock to play with and eat, so I lay back and allowed the cock-deprived woman to 'go to town' with all her might. 

Yet, like my lover, I too didn't want to cum just yet. When I released my load of newly-replenished seminal fluids, I wanted to do it deep inside Mrs. Peggy Anne Spencer's pussy! 

Pulling on Peggy's hair, I pushed her cock-chewing mouth away from my pulse-pounding erection. I placed her feminine body beneath mine on the bed. I hovered over her for a few anticipatory seconds and then settled my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy. Slowly, I allowed my cockshaft to penetrate her inviting glory-hole. The entire length of my swollen manhood became imbedded in her dripping-wet vaginal cavity. Without further ado, I thrust in as far as I could go. 




Aunt Peggy's Passion



With the horny enthusiasm of a stud jackrabbit copulating with his in-heat fluffy bunny mate, I thrust my penile penetrator deep and pumped in and out. 

This morning I'd told Peggy she was a 'smoking-hot' woman. She was again proving me right. Her smoldering pussy grabbed my cock and drowned the shaft in sweltering vaginal juices. 

My cock was so horny-hard and ready for action I made no further attempts to tame its quest for orgasmic release. I began pumping into my woman with jackrabbit-quick, jackhammer-hard stabs and jabs. I raced for the blissful oblivion of joyous orgasms.

Peggy was racing too and she was winning. Her bucking jumping hips, her nail-scraping fingers, and her teeth-biting mouth began giving ample evidence that she was riding an orgasmic high.

I jumped on the ride and rode it, too. My pressurized seminal fluids erupted into her pussy two seconds after her body began releasing wave after wave of orgasmic feminine vaginal fluids. 

We both became so lost in an explosive orgasmic celebration that we were not even aware if we were quietly moaning and groaning or loudly squealing and screaming. In either case, neither of us had a good-goddamn-care if the whole world was listening!

At long last, the fireworks display of untamed celebratory lust subsided. We lay side by side with our bodies entwined. Neither of us had one single thought towards cleansing our bodies of the sticky-wet mess covering our loins. We would wear our slimy-coating of sex-juices as an affirmation of passionate pleasure and devoted love. I loved Peggy and I knew she loved she me.

Hardly any words had been spoken since I'd carried my love into my bedroom, but words came now. "Daniel, if I had three wishes," Peggy said. "I'd wish to have you as my lover for life, I'd wish to bear your baby, and I'd wish to die in your arms as an old, old, lady."

"Peggy, there will be hell to pay when we're found out," I said in reply. "But, if I have my way, by this summer's end you'll be freed of a miserable husband, you'll have my baby in your belly, and you'll have me in your bed and home till death do us part!" 

With wishful hopes filling our heads, we fell asleep there, side by side, in my bed. We dreamed in the midst of peaceful sleep. We dreamed of sexual stamina, we dreamed of a cock slapping into a pussy, and we dreamed of a life filled with love. We thanked our lucky stars in the heavens for the blessings of this Lord's Day Sunday when we'd been awakened to the joys of lust and love.