2 comments/ 300769 views/ 28 favorites Aunt Polly Ch. 1 By: 80niner It was wintertime 1941. I was eighteen, tall, thin and shy around girls. I would graduate from high school in the spring. Aunt Polly, one of those ageless women, had a solid, mature beauty about her. She had one of those bodies that had mellowed without growing soft. She harbored a genteel sensuality belying her age that often twitted the curiosity of this eighteen year old though I would have never had the nerve to try anything her sidewalk. From the year I got my driver's license, I started driving her places, in her perfect condition '39 Pontiac, to the store for groceries, to church meetings, and any other place she needed to go. She always paid me though I protested it was not necessary. Aunt Polly had probably reached her mid-fifties. She dressed nicely and applied only enough makeup to appear attractive without overdoing it. Except for being a bit on the hippy side, which I counted a plus, she was compactly but nicely built. A devout church goer, Aunt Polly, attended services most Sundays and occasionally went to prayer meeting on Wednesday night. She did not like driving in bad weather or at night so I drove her to those evening meetings and picked her up later for which she usually handed me a dollar. It was late February and snowing. She called right after supper and asked if I would be willing to drive her to church that night. Of course I agreed. Because of the weather and not knowing how long it might take to walk over, I left early and arrived at her place sooner than expected. Like always, I opened the side door, stomped the snow from my feet at the landing and shouted, "Hello. It's Jay. Are you ready?" Hearing no answer, I moved down the hall toward the living room. A light reflected brightly from the open bathroom door. Aunt Polly, round, naked and shimmery wet, stepped from the tub and reached for a towel. We stood frozen, staring, not knowing what to do. It seemed hours though it was probably but seconds before she thrust the towel in front of her. I had glimpsed few totally naked women in my young life. I was spellbound. Aunt Polly's body, inspite of her salt and pepper hair, was absolutely fascinating. Her small breasts were rounded and pointy tipped with very little sag. The large, pinkish-brown nipples, being wet and chilled, extended in excitement. The triangular patch of wet, wiry curls, plastered dark brown, at the base of her belly, also revealed a sprinkling of gray. Her legs were smoothly tapered and the rump I had thought of as hippy projected firmly into two full globes that rounded out to become the nicest part of her. "I, I'm sorry," I stammered. "I didn't know you were in the shower." Aunt Polly slowly wrapped the towel around her. "I'd appreciate it if yo'd wait in the living room."' "Yes Ma'am. I'm sorry.' "Couldn't be helped." Aunt Polly, sounded far calmer than me. When she emerged fully dressed and ready to go, our little mishap was not mentioned. As we drove to her church, she tried to keep the conversation going, but we soon talked the weather to death and my school work was covered almost as quickly. Most of the short ride passed in silence. I fooled around up town, killing the hour and a half until time to pick her up. I loafed around the Smokery and read magazines off the rack. I kept one eye on Billy Barnes behind the counter so he would not notice me leafing through the latest issue of Sunshine and Health, picturing people of all ages, nudsist camp naked. Checking them out, I found not one photo of an older woman who looked nearly as sharp as Aunt Polly stepping out of that tub. Reliving that scene caused me to throw a boner. Driving home, our accident obviously weighed on Aunt Polly's mind. I kept my mouth shut. I had no idea of what to say. We pulled into her garage and I turned off the headlights. She gripped the handle but did not open the car door on her side. We sat there a long time without speaking. Finally, I said, "Im sorry I barged in on you. I wish it hadn't happened." I barely made out her smile in the darkness. "Do you?" Aunt Polly was always nice to me. I could not lie. "I thought you were beautiful." Her voice was a strangled whisper. "Now did you really?" "Yes ma'am. I did for a fact." She thought about that for a while before asking, "Would you like to come in for a cup of hot chocolate?" "I'd like that. I don't want you being mad at me." Aunt Polly unlocked her door. "I'm not mad, Jay. What happened, happened." She shivered as I closed the door behind her. She turned and allowed me to remove the heavy cloth coat from her shoulders. "You hang the coats. I'll warm some milk." I became aware of her perfume and the feminine softness of her as the coat slid from her shoulders. "All right." She poured milk into a pan and lit the gas burner. I went to the hall closet. The milk was soon simmering. She poured it into two big mugs over thick Hershey's syrup. We moved, with our mugs, to her living room and sat opposite each other, she on the couch, me in the big easy chair. "Jay, look at me." "Yes Ma'am." "We won't let one embarassing little incident ruin our friendship." "I hope not." "Have you seen a naked woman before?" I nodded. "Sort off." "Would you tell me about it?" "It wasn't something I should have done." "You peeked at someone?" I nodded. Her voice became confidential. "I won't tell. Who was it?" I could not look at her. I mumbled, "My older sister." "You saw her naked?" I nodded "Where?" "Through a keyhole in our bathroom." "More than once?" I nodded again. "I bet that was exciting for you." "Sort of." "And that's all?" "A girl and me. We played If you show me yours, I'll show you mine." Aunt Polly smiled wryly. "I remember that game. Did you enjoy it?" Lurlene Gargan from Tennessee had been visiting Mrs. Foster across the street. We sneaked up to the barn loft behind our house. "I liked it fine." How old were you?" "Twelve or thirteen, someplace around there." "Do you like girls." I nodded. "I'm too skinny. Most girls don't want anything to do with me." "You don't know that." "I've always had trouble talking to them. I freeze up." "What were you thinking when you saw me?" "Like I said, I thought you were truly beautiful." Aunt Polly smiled. "Would you be very upset if I told you that seeing you could be beautiful for me." "Men aren't beautiful." "I think so. Would you tell on me if we played that game?" "You mean showing it?" "Wouldn't that would be exciting." "You're kidding." Aunt Polly rose, moved to the window. She pulled the drapes, then moved to stand behind my chair. She squeezed my shoulders. Her voice was unsteady. "I'd enjoy, very much, seeing a healthy, young man that way." Again I said, "You're kidding." "You saw me, don't you think that would be fair?" "Something might happen." Aunt Polly sat on my chair arm and draped her arm across my shoulder. "I'd certainly hope so. Something should happen with a healthy, young male." "You mean I should get naked, right here?" She spoke softly. "Of course." "Would you be staying dressed?" "I might be encouraged to join you if you want me to." I kicked off my shoes, pulled the sweater over my head and unbuttoned my shirt. I peeled off my socks. Aunt Polly's eyes never left me. She unbuttoned her dress and slipped it over her head, then removed her slip. She wore panties and a bra much briefer than I expected on a matronly lady. I loosened my belt and kicked off of my pants. I stood in my shorts, staring at a lady old enough to be my grandmother. Her bright eyes met mine as if accepting a dare. "Well," said Aunt Polly, "are you ready?" "It's... you know." "From the bulge in your shorts, I do believe you're hiding something a young man should be proud of." "I feel funny." "Because you've got an erection? Gracious, honey, that's what happens to boys around nearly naked woman." She moved closer and stretched the waistband of my jockeys to guide it past my bobbing boner My pecker pointed upward and outward toward her. "Now that's a beauty," whispered Aunt Polly. "A real beauty. Have you measured it?" "Seven inches, almost." "Just lovely." Aunt Polly wrapped her fingers around my cock and moved her plump little hand up and down the stem. Her warm fingers felt better than mine and I thought jerking off was the best feeling there was. I moaned. "You'll make me do something if you keep doing that." The lady smiled. "I bet it wouldn't be the first time, now would it?" "No Ma'am. It wouldn't." "Do you do that a lot?" "Some." "All by yourself?" "Mostly." "But sometimes with somebody else?" "I reckon." "Do you boys enjoy watching each other?" I nodded. "Do you suppose we could watch each other?" I stared in disbelief. "Do grown women do that? How?" The lady smiled. "Women need the good feelings too. When there's no man around, we take matters into our own hands. I confess. There's times I have a need for making myself feel good." "I'd like seeing that, I really would." She unsnapped her bra and let her small breasts fall free. She had her thumbs in the waistband of her briefs. Aunt Polly bit her lip and sucked it in. She nodded and shoved those panties down her legs. Our eyes riveted on each otherÔs crotches. "If we played doctor, you could examine this old lady and find the cure she needs to make a dull life interesting." I nodded. I could not speak at that moment. She combed her fingers through the patch of curls between her legs. "Would you like to check out this old lady?" I nodded again. "If I lay back and you pull up that chair, we can watch each other play tickle-tickle. Would you like that?" Aunt Polly pulled up her legs and parted her rounded knees. She worked two fingers into her crotch while rotating her thumb on that little nub protruding at the top of her crack. Soon she was moaning and groaning. Her hips moved up, down and sideways like an invisable man was screwing hell out of her. All the while she kept her eyes riveted on my hand sliding up and down my throbbing pole that grew bigger and harder with every stroke. "Have you done it with a woman?" Aunt Polly gasped the words. "No Ma'am. Not really," I lied. "Have you touched one down there?" "The was the girl I played doctor with." She used her finger, one moist from her juices, to beckon me closer. "This old woman is itching something terrible down there," she groaned. "Doctor, can you find out what's wrong with me?" I settled on my knees next to the couch. I put my ear next to her breast and listened to her heart beat. "You're warm," I said. "I think you have a fever." "What would you reccomend, Doctor?" "Hmmmm." I touched the protruding nipples and felt how stiff they were. "Your tips are real hot." "I know. Do you have a cure?" "There's a cure I heard helps, sometimes. I'd like to try." "Anything Doctor. Do what you think best." I bent to the nearest breast and took the tip in my mouth and inhaled most of the small mound. Aunt Polly moaned. "Oh that's so good, Doctor. The other one needs it too." I switched to the second nipple. I started giggling with my mouth full. There was something ridiculous here. An eighteen year old playing doctor with a woman three times his age. I slipped a hand between her legs and found the folds of her sex almost completely hidden in soft, wiry curls. Everything was slicker and smoother and hotter than I expected. Aunt Polly moaned. "Oh God! Yes!" I wanted to eyeball what my fingers had discovered. I moved down and looked straight at those hairy, nether lips and tried to look inside of her. "Hmmmm." "Do you see anything, Doctor?" "I think so." "What is wrong with me?" I chuckled, thinking of an old joke. "It may be a rare Hawaiian disease called Lackanookie." Polly giggled. ""Oh my God! Is there a cure, doctor?" "It will probably take more than one treatment," I said with mock strernness. "Oh, I hope so," said Aunt Polly. "When can you start?" "Immediately," I said, "if you have no objection, I'll give you the first injection in just a few minutes." "Oh, Doctor. I can't wait." Her hand reached between my legs. "You have such a nice, long needle. I bet you give wonderful injections." "I hope there's enough to do the job." Oh, Im sure there is." Her voice became throaty and a bit anxious. "How are you going to inject it." "I was thinking," I said seriously, "of putting it here unless you have a place you'd rather have it." "I'll leave that to you. I have complete confidence in your discretion." "I think first we'll palpitate your pussy." Aunt Polly laughed. "Where did you learn that word?" "I think it was Doctor Kildare. He palpitated something." "I just know I"m going to love your cure." "Me too." "Especially," she murmured coyly, "if it includes a good fucking." Aunt Polly shocked me, that nice, church-going lady using that word, though I must say nothing should have surprised me after we got naked. "It definitely does but, you know the patient must cooperate." "I think you can rely on full cooperation." I positioned myself between her parted thighs. The lady guided the needle to the insertion point. As I slipped in, she raised her hips to enthusiastically envelop me. Fully sheathed, I lowered my mouth to hers. Her lips parted to accept my tongue. With my eyes closed it could have been anyone of a half dozen girls I had swapped spit with over the past year but none had approached the skill of Aunt Polly. None had accepted my tongue so freely and wrestled it to a stand still. Our hips moved automatically, thrusting and withdrawing. I plunged into that hairy grotto and knew I would discharge the best kind of salvation near the end of her slippery tunnel. Words erupted from Aunt Polly's mouth I had only heard from other boys in locker rooms and circle jerks. She moaned, "It's been so long and you do it so good." She whispered, "You make my pussy feel so hot, you really do, and this old lady needs it so bad." She wailed, "Oh! Fuck and fuck and fuck it!" Somehow we rolled and tossed until we wound up on the floor. At one point she was on top. I watched myself piston inside her to retreat and return. Over and over. "It feels so good to ride a hard, young cock," moaned Aunt Polly. She smiled. "Do you like your big, hard prick in my hot pussy?" "Love it," I breathed. "I love when you talk dirty." "Then screw the shit out of this old snatch and make me cream," said the older woman who was no longer the gentle Aunt Polly I thought I knew. She peaked at least twice. I hoped I might last for her to do one more before I shot my wad. "I'm going to come," I moaned. Aunt Polly raised her hips then settled solidly, entraping every throbbing inch deep inside. Her inner muscles milked me. I shot glob after glob of the white stuff I most often watched splash my fist. I shot my load deep inside her, a first injection in what I hoped would be a long series of treatments. We lay on the floor, breathing heavily. "God!" said Polly. "Now that was something." "It sure was." "Now don't tell me that was your first time." I grinned. "Bet it wasn't yours either." "I have to admit it was my first hard cock in quite a spell." "I reckon you know I'm not the least bit sorry I saw you bareass." Aunt Polly smiled. "I left the bathroom door open, hoping you'd walk by. I was hoping you wouldn't be too disgusted with this old body." I reached over and patted her rather prominent buttocks. "I love that nice, round butt." She smiled. "What you really like is pumping this old pussy." She gave me a squeeze with her internal muscles. "That too," I admitted. "I bet it tastes good." "Have you done that?" "What?" "Tasted pussy." "I confess." "Would you tell me whose?" "No. And I won"t tell on you after I lick all the goo out of yours." II want to gnaw on your bone." "Promise you won't bite?" She moved a hand slowly down to where my cock was lodged inside her. "You didn't even go soft? You're still solid as a rock." "I feel like you're squeezing me with a soft wet glove with a strong hand inside." "You like?" "Love it." I reached around her and clasped an ass cheek in each hand and squeezed. "I like your ass too." "It's all yours, honey. You can do anything you want with it." "I'd like to smack it." "Why?" "It sounds like it might be fun." I slapped one cheek with an open hand and the sound rang out, flesh on flesh. "Ouch!" She sank down on me until our curly hairs meshed together. I smacked her again. She rose up and settled down again. Once more her pussy muscles tightened and relaxed on my hard pecker. With each smack the process was repeated. After her first ,"Ouch," she voiced no more complaints. She seemed to enjoy the stimulation. We devepoped a rhythm of smack on the up stroke and an internal contraction as she settled back. Gradually I increased the tempo. Aunt Polly broke into a sweat. Her breath became ragged. She was moaning and her words became a mantra, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkk." When she came, she bent forward and colapsed on top of me, her mouth covering mine, her tongue seeking my throat. I throbbed my load deep inside her while I pulled her ass cheeks down on me as hard as I could so I could get the last milimeter of cock crammed into her. At last she rolled to the side but we remained connected until I finally shrank and slipped out of her. "Are you cured yet?" I whispered, teasingly, in her ear. She giggled deep in her throat. "Doctor, you fuck a wonderful cure. You injected this old lady real good." "You drained most of my swelling too." "I'm all sweaty and sticky," said Aunt Polly, "Let's shower. You can't go home smelling of me." "I like your pussy smell." "I doubt your mother would approve of her only son coming home reeking in Polly's pussy perfume." "Especially knowing I drove you to church." I toyed with the big nipples on her small breasts, flicked them with my fingernail and made them harden, then covered them with my palms and flattened them into her chest. "I like your titties." "Not very big." "Just right and they don't sag to your knees." "I love having them played with." "Maybe I can come over and exercize them after school." "I'd like that." We showered and played around in the water and rubbed against each other. Everything felt so good we diddled each other, standing in the tub. That night, at home, I went to bed and I didn't even have jack off before I went to sleep. *** The next morning I thought it must have dreamt it, but there was no evidence on the sheets. I debated stopping by Aunt Polly's. I was hesitant to face her after what we had done. I felt she might be ashamed of letting herself go the way she had. Thursday evening, It was more than a week after the night of our first escapade. Aunt Polly had not asked me to drive her to the Wednesday night church service. I was in my room. The phone rang downstairs. Minutes later Mom called up to me. Aunt Polly had called to ask if I would stop by her house after school, next day. I thought school, that Friday, would never end. Every time I thought about Aunt Polly's I got a hard on. Two girls in the last class eyed me, whispered behind their hands and giggled. They had evidently scanned the bulge in my jeans and were discussing its dimentions. If I had not promised Aunt Polly, I might have given Marilou Ames a chance to find out. At Aunt Polly's, I tried the knob and the sidedoor opened. I turned down the hall by instinct. I found her in her bedroom, on top of the covers, naked as the night I had last seen her. Her thighs were open and her fingers teased the moist, open slit. Aunt Polly Ch. 1 She smiled up at me. "I was't really starting without you. I'm just warming it for you." I stood, staring at her. "Well come on, Jay. Get out of those clothes. Don't you want to jump these old bones?" I opened my belt and tore at my buttons. In seconds, I lay naked beside her, a stiff nipple in my mouth and wiry, pussy hair tickling my fingers. Aunt Polly moaned. I sank an eager finger two knuckles deep into her moist snatch and wiggled it around. Aunt Polly wrapped her fingers around my dong and moved the loose foreskin up and down. "So hard," she murmured. "Having this thing in my hand makes me feel young again.. "I like tickling your pussy too.' "Then lets just fool around before we. . ." she hesitated and blushed slightly, ". . . before we fuck." Aunt Polly gave me an extra squeeze. "Do you mind me using that word? It makes me hot just breathing it out loud. I love to fuck and I don't mind saying so." "You're a good fuck," I said. "I like fucking your pussy." "A nice, big cock to put up this old snatch," said Aunt Polly. "My, my, aren't we gabbing a blue streak of nasty talk?" "We sure are." I reached around and cupped her buttocks in my hands. "I want to play with this for a while. I gave one soft cheek a smack. "I like your ass." "Fat ass," said Polly. "Well you go right ahead. You can do what you like. You'll hear no complaints from me." "Tell me something?" "Ask me." "Is there anything you haven't done? I mean in a sex way." The old woman smiled and clenched her ass cheeks under my hands as if to tease me. "Can't think of a thing that wasn't done, one time or another. Of course most of that was with my husband before he died, God rest his soul" I slipped my fingers into the deep, butt crack and found her back hole with my moist fingers. I teased the rubbery opening and forced my finger in to the first knuckle. Aunt Polly moaned and tightened on my finger but she did not pull away. "Did anyone ever put it in there?" "Oh God!" She maneuvered my stiff cock between her legs. "Put it to me. God! What you're doing to me." As I slipped into her, I buried my finger a knuckle deeper in her back passage. Now her hips worked frantically. Sliding back and forth on my rod and in reverse order on my finger in her rear entrance. "Oh, God. Give it to me. Screw the holy crap out of me." I could not help myself. I moved faster to keep up. I'm sure she came twice before I did." Still connected, my finger remained buried deep in her bottom. "You didn't answer me," I said. She smiled wanly. "What?" "Have you had a hard one up your butt?" She shook her head in amazement. "Such nasty questions from an innocent boy." "You said you'd answer." "And where have you been playing stinky finger?" "Up your tight little asshole." "And you're wanting to know if something bigger might fit in such a tight place?" "Something like that." "I should answer yes, would you be trying it, already?" "I've thought about it." "Where would you be getting such thoughts?" "From admiring you and thinking how it would be bouncing, against those soft cushions." "You want to be pushin" the cushions around my little back door?" She smiled. "Already he has his fingers up me, driving an old lady to a climax of climaxes. He asks is it possible to put his schwartz up there? What do you think?" "I think it's been done." "Yes?" "And I think you liked it." "So why ask? Why didn't you do?" "I wanted to be sure." "Already, didn't I say anything? Didn't I promise? Didn't I say, you'll hear no complaints?" "That's what you said." She wriggled her ass on my finger and moved back on it. "So have I complained?" "No." "So ram that big schlong home already. It won't be the first time I was cornholed." She turned her back. "So take my ass, see if complain." I heard her giggle but I had to be sure. "I know I can, but do you want it?" She turned to face me. "Don't you want to rest? Don't rush. I told your mother I had lots for you to do." She laughed. "Now you've found another hole. It should take longer." "One thing you should remember," she cautioned, "Once you play off the back porch don't come to the front before you wash that thing good with soap and water." "Germs?" "You bet your sweet, hot poker. You go wash that stinky finger real good and then come back and we'll talk for a while before you come knocking at my rear entrance." I returned from the bathroom. Aunt Polly reclined with her back pressed against the headboard. I positioned myself next to her and bent to take a rubbery nipple into my mouth. I felt it grow under my tongue. Her fingers caressed my back. "My husband, never discovered pleasure in my backside till I was moving up on forty. George was twenty years older. I thought it was so vulgar the first time he did me there. I cried because it hurt. I relented when I found he had trouble getting it up. He said just thinking about putting it in my ass made it stiffer. I determined to bear it for his sake." Aunt Polly guided my lips to her other nipple. I mouthed it while she continued. "So I took a liking to it. Until he took sick that was mostly how I got it. I was never sorry. George was the only man who ever put his little schwartz up there, God rest his soul." "I want to." "Well honey, I wouldn't have confessed all that if there wasn't a powerful hankering to be plugged back there. I been dreaming about having that that cucumber shoved in there since you left last week." "I thought about doing you too." Aunt Polly chuckled. "And what did you do while you thought about doing the dirty with me." "I guess I jerked off." Aunt Polly nodded. "I did a bit of that, remembering that dick of yours. I got juiced up something awful for an old woman and my fingers couldn't leave that tickle spot alone. I got so weak in the knees I don't think I could have walked out of the house if had been on fire." I worked my fingers into the slick place between her legs and shoved three of them into her as far as they would go. "I'm ready for more and I think you are too." Her hips thrust back and forth on my hand. She bit her lower lip. "I'd say we're properly primed for the dirty dirty." "Do you really think doing it is dirty?" "Honey, if it wasn't dirty fucking wouldn't be half the fun." She pulled me on top of her. "Now prime that prong in pussy juice before you ram it up my bung hole." I grinned and aimed at the center of her hairy opening. "I love your dirty talk. It makes my dick throb like the devil." Aunt Polly sucked in a deep breath as I slid into her. "Jezuz. You take a lady's breath away." "Are you ready?" "Ready as I'll ever be." I expected her to turn so I could do her doggy style. Instead, when I withdrew, she hoisted her ass further in the air. "Hook my legs over your shoulders and push back." That aligned me perfectly with her brown, crinkly rosebud. I transferred a glob of spit to the spot. I aimed, forced my hips forward and buried my cockhead in the resisting hole. "God damn, Boy! Take it slow." "Sorry." "That's no puny, pencil prick like my man put up there." "Want me to take it out?" "Leave it where it is. I don't mean to disrespect to my poor dead Joe, but he wasn't hung like you." She looked into my eyes, "Besides, I may not accommodate things as easy as I once could." I eased it in another inch. "Is that all right." "Oh. You stretch me so good. But go slow." I looked down to my disappearing cock engulfed by the brown ring dilated around the entering probe. "You've got more than half." "Oh God. It will be coming out my throat." I chuckled. "I don't think so." I withdrew, forced it back and gained an inch. "That felt good. Do some more. Fuckit." I glanced down to her rounded buttocks, two bulbous loaves parted to accomodate my impaled boner. I smacked one cheek and then the other. "You said a dirty word and need a spanking." "Fuckit." said Aunt Polly. I smacked again, harder. "Bad girl." "Fuck, fuck, fuckit. You're making a cunt of my ass." I drew back and thrust as hard as I could. My short hairs crushed her butt and some were tickling her back hole. "You got it all." "About time," chortled Aunt Polly. "Do me, honey, do me good." I pounded into her fast. "Like this?" "O God! You're making me come!" "You're getting your asshole fucked," I panted. "Keep saying dirty things and make me come." "Your ass is tighter than a pussy and it feels smooth and hot and slick. It's so fucking good." "I keep coming and coming." Her hips never stopped churning. "I'm going to shoot my come up your ass." "Fill my guts," breathed Aunt Polly. I colapsed on top of her, breathing hard. Aunt Polly slipped her legs off my shoulders and let them slide down my sides. I slipped halfway out of her. "I feel like I have to shit cucumbers." "Maybe I'd better let you up." The old lady giggled and hugged me to her. I rolled over and lay looking into her innocent blue eyes. If it weren't for the fact that she was naked and that I had just screwed her ass one would swear she was a sweet, little grandmother who would never let a bawdy word cross her thoughts let alone her lips. "You say fuck a lot." "Aren't I awful?" "I liked it while we were doing it." "And if I say fuck now?" "It sounds kind of strange coming out of you." "Any stranger than being naked with a boy who could be my grandson?" "I guess not. Anyway, I like the way you are." "That's because you're a horny young man who can't get his fill of pussy, not even an old one." "I patted her between the legs. I think it's neat. I'll never get tired of seeing it or playing with it." "You will, but right now it gives you a big hard on." "It sure does." Polly sat up. "Let's shower and soap each other up. I'll fix a bite before we eat each other for desert?" "I'd like that." "Showering?" "I was thinking about desert." Polly ran her tongue around her lips. "Me too." *** It was past the time I should leave. We lay crossways on the bed, fighting for breath, after a long sixty nine. I lay looking into her open crotch, eyeing the moist, wiry hairs pasted to the gaping, pinkish lips. The exposed tip of her extended clitoris still glistened from my saliva. Her hand came down to smooth the hair away from my eyes. "There is something I have to ask you." "Yes?" "You don't know what I'm going to say." "Doesn't matter. If you want it, I'm willing." "I have a confession to make." "You're pregnant? Polly laughed. "Good God, no. I'm too old. I have a friend." My heart stuck in my throat. "A lover better than me?" "Nobody's better than you. My friend is a woman." "You do things with her?" "We indulge each other perhaps in ways we shouldn't." "Things you'd rather do with her?" "No. No. Not exactly." "Do you get naked with her?" "That happens." "What does she do for you?" '"What you just did." "Lick you?" "Yes." "Then you lick her?" "Turn about is fair play." "Do you like the way she does it better?" "She has been a dear friend for a long time. I told her how good you make me feel." "Is she jealous?" "Maybe a little." "Maybe I'm a little jealous too." "Jay? She wants me to share.I told her about the playing doctor." Polly giggled. "I couldn't keep it to myself." "You told her I'd play doctor with her?" "If you don"t mind." "A fucking party? Who is she?" "She doesn't know your name. I didn't tell her yours." "Is she ugly?" "She's much prettier than me. You'll like her." "Is she older than you?" "She's several years younger." I nodded. "All right. you can set it up." "You'll love her." promised Polly. To Be Continued... Aunt Polly Ch. 2 Friday, Aunt Polly met me the side door. She wore a loosely tied, short robe. She wore nothing under it. I tickled her already moist pussy. "Good afternoon, Doctor." "Good afternoon, nurse." "You have a patient waiting in your office." Aunt Polly winked." "I'm nervous." "I took the liberty of having her to disrobe." "Fine." She reached for my belt and unbuckled it. She whispered in my ear. "She's a little nervous too." She lowered my zipper and let my pants fall to the floor. I started to protest. "Shhhh. The doctor's needle should be prepared to give shots." "I forgot." She stooped to untie my laces and slip off my shoes, followed by my pants and shorts. Her fingers encircled me and guided the head of my enlarging prong to her lips. Her stiff, pointed tongue rotated about the glans. She stood to remove my shirt. "This way, Doctor, your patient's waiting." I followed Polly into the living room. Before entering, she paused and opened her robe but did not remove it. Recumbant, eyes closed, the naked woman lay on the couch. Her thighs parted to reveal the deep indentation and the partially open, brownish-pink labia. Small, pert breasts, peaked by taut, burnt rose nipples appeared moist as though someone had recently tongued them. Her eyes opened, saw me and a hand flew to partially cover a forest of black curls at her crotch. Ruth Eleanor Taylor, mother of Paul Taylor, one of my best buddies, sat upright. Her free arm crossed her chest. Spread fingers attempted to hide one small, firm breast in a show of far too late modesty. "Jay!" "Mrs. Taylor!" My hand automatically moved to shield my erection. Ruth Eleanor, played Euchre with my mother, every Wednesday night at their card club. They went to the same church on Sunday. For years, in my day dreams, I pictured Paul's mother naked, while I tugged at my rampant pecker. For years I had dreamed of seeing that dark place Paul had once described hidden between his mother's long, lush thighs. Aunt Polly raced to the woman's side. "There, there now, Hon, relax. Doctor will make you feel ever so much better." She placed a restraining hand on Mrs. Taylor's shoulder and urged her back. "Doctor, come examine your patient. Her nerves are in a terrible shape. Do you have anything to calm her? "I don't think Mrs. Taylor wants to play this game." "Of course she does. She told me just the other day she hadn't got a good injection for ever so long." "He's just a boy," protested Mrs. Taylor. "Of course he is. And so enthusiastic." Polly added, "So resilent. You'll love him." "I can never face his mother again. I'm mortified." "Now you lay back and relax," soothed Aunt Polly. She turned to me. "I'll assist, Doctor. The lady has an extreme case of under-attended pussy. Can you help her?" I nodded gravely. I was scared to death. "If she wants treatment, I think we can work something out." Aunt Polly grasped my tool and, to overcome my nervousness, stroked it until it was as hard as ever. Ruth Eleanor will simply adore your injections." "I'm going home," protested the squirming, long-legged woman on the couch. "This is a mistake. I don't know how I got here." The pretty, middle aged brunette covered her crotch with one, long-fingered hand and attempted to get up. But she checked out my boner from the corner of her eye. Aunt Polly urged her back. Now we know what's best for you, don't we Jay?" "Yes ma'am," I said, though I was not at all sure. "After she receives one of your injections, she'll be ever so much better." "If she doesn't want it?" "Let me go. I don't belong here." Ruth Eleanor Taylor twisted and struggled until she was face down and her big rounded, bottom stared up at us. Aunt Polly glanced at me, a worried look on her face. "We can't the poor woman leave in this condition. She'll tell the whole town." "Let me go," begged Ruth Eleanor. "I had no idea it was Jay. He'll tell Paul he saw me like this." "I won't tell anyone," I promised." "After you've had one of Jays treatments, I'm sure you won't mind," purred Polly. I was worried. If she told Mom, I would be grounded for months. I would never be able to screw Aunt Polly again. "Now those pretty cheeks are positively asking for a tanning. Maybe she ought to be warmed first," said Aunt Polly. "Sometimes that helps." On an end table, as if prearranged, were a bottle of baby oil and an old fashioned hair brush. Polly picked up the brush and slapped the back against her palm. She passed it to me and nodded to the lush, naked bottom cheeks rising before me. She motioned for me to lay it on. My first stroke was rather pathetic and the firm flesh jiggled hardly at all but it got the lady's attention. "How dare you!" she raged. The second stroke was much harder and the crack rang from the jiggling flesh as the shape of the brush emerged as a red brand on her right ass cheek. The lady screamed. "Give it to her!" Polly urged. After a dozen slaps with the back of the brush brush, she motioned for me to attack reddened flesh from another angle. I had no idea where this was leading but I enjoyed this smacking of reddening flesh. The lady's protests turned to moans. Now, her bottom raised, it seemed, to meet each downward arc of the brush. Soon, Ruth Eleanor Taylor ground her crotch into the couch. "I think that is just what the lady needed," said Polly. "Now move to phase two." "Noooo," moaned Ruth Eleanor Taylor. "Not in front of the boy!" Polly reached for the baby oil. "I'll assist, Doctor." She opened the cap and spread liberal ammounts, gently, over the lady's backside not missing the deep furrow and the dark rear passage with its brown, crinkled rosette. Polly oiled a finger and forced it into the tight opening to the second knuckle." "Nooo!" cried Ruth Eleanor Taylor. "It will make a new woman of you," soothed Polly. "Not with the boy in the room," protested the gasping, naked woman. Polly coated the brush handle with more oil then handed it to me. She gestured to the opening she had just annointed. I hesitated, looked at her quizzically. "She'll have us arested." Polly shook her head. "This is what she craves." I touched the rounded handle to the the puckered place and slowly applied pressure. When approximately half of it had disappeared, I paused. Polly shook her head and mouthed, "All of it." That meant at least seven or eight inches, total. Ruth Eleanor Taylor, her superiority in shreds, moaned and twitched at my ministrations. I had a horrible feeling that Aunt Polly and I could go to jail if this haughty, superior acting friend of my mother's ever walked out this room. I slowly forced the rest of the smooth plastic handle into the lady's tight, now docile anal opening. For a moment I had the illusion that Ruth Eleanor Taylor's ass was rising to take more of that plastic as though I were not feeding it to her fast enough. At last the bristles tickled her left ass cheek. The lady's sigh was not a signal of pain. Polly silently motioned me to saw it in and out of the lady she called her friend. Evidently she knew better than I. I manipulated the brush until I was signaled to stop. "I believe she has been properly primed, Doctor," murmured Aunt Polly. "Now administer one of your famous injections." "There?" "Of course. One injects where it does the most good." She motioned me to mount the wide couch between the prone woman's legs. The woman beneath me made no comment, as though resigned to her fate. With Polly's help, I raised Mrs. Taylors hips and the older woman stuffed several cushions under her belly. Polly applied oil to my instrument and directed it to the target. Though much thicker than the brush handle, I slipped in without a great deal of force, though Mrs. Taylor's rear entrance was the tightest place I had ever entered. The woman now seemed to be in a dream world. She moaned and pushed back as I pressed deeply into her. She met my strokes and countered them exactly as a willing companion fucks, meeting me measure for measure. Ruth Eleanor Taylor was one fine piece of ass, even if I was going to suffer for it. "Oh God!" moaned Mrs. Taylor. She was on her knees and pushing back, rubbing her ass cheeks against me. I looked to Aunt Polly. "You're doing fine," she said, "feed that cock to her. Fuck her ass." "Oh God!!" moaned the woman under me. "Oh God! So Good!" "Did I hear her say it was good?" "She's loving every stroke," said Aunt Polly. "Pump her good. Shoot it to her. Fill her with that magic elixir of yours." My belly and balls slapped the woman's rounded ass on each downward stroke. I plugged her back hole to within the last possible fraction of an inch. I watched myself slide in and out, each time bringing a bit of the clinging brown flange with it as though I were turning her invaded rosette inside out. I remembered probing Aunt Polly's back alley. "I think she's beginning to like it," I gasped. "She's loving every fucking inch," said Polly." "Oh My God!" screamed the naked woman. Her fine, firm buttocks twisted and bucked beneath me. "Make me come. Oh God! Oh God! I've got to come! Make me come!" Her stretched, back hole tightened and froze. I pulled back and slammed hard and deep into her one more time and shot my load in the warm depths of her bowels. I colapsed on top of her, totally wrung out. I lay on top of those plump cheeks for a long time. Beneath me, she breathed as hard and lay as limp as me. She was still a long time before moving. "Well," said Aunt Polly, "I'd say it's time I served refreshments. "You two best get acquainted, now that you've come together on another plane." I pulled out, a plunking sound like a tight cork leaving a bottle. Ruth Eleanor left the room and walked, naked down the hall. Moments later I heard the toilet flush. The pretty lady returned, smiled girlishly, and maneuvered to sit beside me. In one hand she held a wet wash cloth. She placed a well manicured, scarlet nailed hand on my naked thigh. "Let's clean that nasty thing up a bit. . ." The moist cloth, evidently rung out in hot water was soothing to my somewhat deflated pecker. She massaged my organ gently, lay the cloth aside and bent to give the head a light kiss. "I think after that fine treatment, Doctor we should be on a first name basis, don't you, Jay?" Her attitude had changed completely. "That would be nice." Ruth Eleanor turned to me. "Promise you'll never tell Paul." "I won't." "You're good friends, you two, aren't you?" "I think so." "And you tell each other things?" "Sometimes." "And you do all the things that boys do when they are by themselves?" I shrugged. She reached over and grabbed my root and moved the skin up and down. "I suppose he's seen this thing get hard and I guess you've seen his." "I reckon." "Is his as big and long as yours when it's hard?" "He's a lot longer than me, Maybe not so big around." Ruth Eleanor got a far away look in her eye. "Just the way I remember his father." "Paul never mentions him." "Paul wouldn't remember him. He was not quite two when his daddy left town with another man and I never saw him again." "That's a shame." Ruth Eleanor kept her hand moving on my boner. "Has Paul done this for you?" I nodded. "You certainly not gay." "No." "Do you think Paul is?" "Maybe he's just shy," "Too bad I'm his mother. I might make an upstanding man of him like I do you." I shrugged. "Maybe. I guess that didn't work so well with his father." Ruth Eleanor frowned and shook her head. "You're right." "I don't think we should talk about Paul when he isn't here." I looked at the woman and was again struck by how pretty she was. I could not believe that minutes before I had been lodged firmly in her ass. "I promised not to tell him about what you and me did. I guess I shouldn't talk about Paul." She nodded. "That's fair. I want you to know I wouldn't hold it against either of you if I was to find out that Paul did things to you. "I think Paul might be upset if he knew I was doing his mama." Ruth Eleanor bent and took me in her mouth and pressed down until her nose was in the curly hairs of my crotch. "That's nice." She raised her head. "Nice what?" "That's nice, Ruth Eleanor." "Friends?" I nodded. "For a long time I've fantasized being taken back there by force. Of course I confessed it to Polly one night when we were at it." "And she promised I would fulfill your wishes?" Ruth Eleanor chuckled evilly. "You filled more than that." "I plugged your butt." "Completely." "Of course you and Aunt Polly have been doing each other with that brush handle," I accused. "Now how could you know that?" "It was so handy, and the baby oil was there too. It fits." She reached between my legs and cupped my balls, "Polly was right. We won't keep many secrets from each other." Her hand caressed me. "Has she told you anything about us?" "She admitted she and a friend do things for each other." I caressed the smooth thigh and trailed my fingers upward to the wiry ringlets clustered about the deep crease, where pink lips, glossy and moist, revealed themselves. I tested the slickness then brought the finger to my lips. Ruth Eleanor smiled. "Do I taste good?" "Like fresh pussy." "You like?" "Very much." Ruth Eleanor giggled again. "Oh God. If your mother knew she'd kill me." "Paul might be unhappy too." Polly entered with a tray holding three ice filled glasses and a pitcher of a rum based concoction that tasted like lemonade. "Well I'd say no one in this room will breathe a word of what goes on to anyone." "Mom wouldn't believe Ruth Eleanor would do what we did." "How could you know that, for sure?" "I never would have believed it. You've come to our house for years. I always thought you were a prude." I laughed. "Even if I did think you had the prettiest, longest legs and the nicest, rounded bottom of any lady in town." "Did you?" "Always. When you came to our house I'd roll around on the floor so I could look up your dress to see if you were wearing panties." Ruth Eleanor smiled. "Was I?" I shook my head. "I don't know. I never saw much above your stocking tops but I loved seeing all that pretty white skin." "Then what happened?" "I got a hard-on." Ruth Eleanor smiled. "For me? How sweet." My fingers explored her pussy. She parted her legs to allow better access. "I always thought you were really built." "What would you have done if you had seen that I didn't wear panties." "Don't you?" "Sometimes I don't," she confessed. "If I'd seen your pussy, I probably would never have stopped jerking off." "Do you do that a lot?" "I used to." "He doesn't need to anymore," said Polly. He's found places to bury that pretty boner that works nicer than his fist." I smiled in agreement. "A lot better." Polly filled the glasses and passed them around. "Playing doctor is a wonderful way of breaking the ice," said the older woman, Don't you think, Ruth Eleanor? Ruth Eleanor sipped from her glass. "My tender tail is tingling. I must admit I can still feel that whopper up there." "I sat very carefully the day after our young man gave me the back door treatment," sighed Polly. "He reamed me out good. And we have been riding that silly brush handle for months." "A hard cock is much better," admitted Ruth Eleanor. She shook her head. "It's been a while since I've had a live one." Polly took her place on the other side of me. She still wore her short robe, though it was not closed in front and revealed her salt and pepper pussy patch. I put an arm around her and squeezed her breast through the silk material. "Why don't you take it off?" I whispered. "With Ruth Eleanor's sexy boobs on display you won't want to fool with mine." "You've got good tits. A nice mouthful. Who needs more?" "And big nipples," said Ruth Eleanor, "she knows how to use." "Is that so." "Now I didn't think you'd mention that," protested Polly, but she slipped out of her robe and revealed her pert breasts. The hardened nipples pointed outward. "What does she do?" I asked. "Show him," said Ruth Eleanor. "We'll have to kiss some to get me going." "Of course." Ruth Eleanor stood, took her friend's hand and urged her to her feet. They both knelt, then sank to the floor. Ruth Eleanor parted her friend's legs and planted a kiss on her pussy lips, then ran her tongue up the groove to the small protuberance at the cunt's upper reaches. Polly moaned. "So good." Ruth Eleanor lay back and pulled the older woman's hips atop her to bury her face in the hairy space between plump legs. Polly bent forward. Soon the women were licking and tonguing each other's grooves. There was a lot of threshing around accompanied by much moaning. They rolled to their sides and Polly slipped down until her breast touched the slick gash of Ruth Eleanor's pussy. With pudgy fingers, she manipulated her extended nipple within the lips and roiled it around the extended clit until the younger woman screamed and colapsed, breathing heavily. Polly looked up and smiled. "I do believe that we've afflicted our young doctor with another hard-on." "You'll have to take care of that swelling," gasped Ruth Eleanor. "I've come to a frazzle." I slipped to the floor and took the older woman in my arms. "Wanta fuck?" I whispered." "Slam it to me, big boy. Give me all the hard meat you got." I entered with one, long, steady stroke. "You hit botton, for sure" gasped Polly. "Do her good," said Ruth Eleanor. "Give her some long strokes so I can watch it slide in and out. I want to see Polly really get fucked." "I saw you get ass reamed," panted Polly. "Now, let's hear you talk dirty. I told Jay I learned all my nasty talk from you." "Cram her cunt with cock," urged Ruth Eleanor. "Make her twat twitch." "He's doing that," gasped Polly. "This kid screws like a demon." "I like fucking pussy," I gasped. "Even old gray pussy," gasped Polly, her hips gyrating wildly under me. "And assholes," prompted Ruth Eleanor, "The boy plugs an asshole with the best." "I loved yours," I breathed heavily, "It was so tight." "I heard no bitching about mine being loose," wheezed Polly, "You liked cornholing my dirt chute just fine." "I did. I did. No complaints." "How long do you figure you're going to hold out doing two horny old gals like us?" asked Ruth Eleanor. I was panting and on the verge of losing my load. "I know I'll be finished for a while when Polly gets her tank filled." "Shoot that sticky goo to me," moaned Polly, "this old gal wants all you can pump." "What oozes out, I'll clean up," said Ruth Eleanor. "I don't aim on a drop of that man-dew going to waste." She crawled over to us and began spanking my bare ass, not hard, but enough to make it sting. That took me over the hump and I shot my load into the older woman. Polly wrapped her plump little legs around me and forced up her middle. She scrunched that hairy pussy as tight as she could against the root of my cock and ground out her come while my cock was throbbing and shooting the joy juice deep inside her. *** After resting a few minutes and sipping our drinks, Ruth Eleanor turned to me. "Did you like me warming your bottom while you were porking Polly." "It stung some," I confessed, "but I think it made me shoot harder." "I'm sure it did," said Polly. "I felt every throb when that cannon went off." "You reddened my ass," said Ruth Eleanor, "I'd like a shot at tanning yours. I'd love to warm a young man's hard buns." "Go on," urged Polly, "let her. She's heated mine more than once." "You've laid it on me pretty good, too," reminded Ruth Eleanor. Aunt Polly Ch. 2 "I'd love watching her do that, Jay. I bet your cock will get so hard you can dick Ruth Eleanor for a long time, just the way she wants it." "Warming ass makes me juicy," admitted the younger woman, " and I'd like a good pussy poking after gettiting my bung hole reamed." I was hesitant. "I'm not sure I'm into getting spanked." "Turn about is fair," teased Ruth Eleanor, the woman I had idolized. "Come on. Drape those boy buns over my lap and tuck that soft little thing between my thighs. I'll keep it warm and make it grow." I shrugged. I stretched across her lap and buried my face in Aunt Polly's crotch at the end of the couch. Her curly pussy hairs tickled my nose. Ruth Eleanor's cool hands tickled and gave me goose bumps as they moved across the rising mounds of my muscular buttocks and occassionly darted into the tight cleft between. It felt good. I felt her scarlet nails scrape the sensitive flesh. Involuntarily, I clenched my muscles back there. "You've been a bad boy," teased Ruth Eleanor, "a very bad boy." "No," I whispered. "I gave you what you wanted." "That may be. But what you did was very naughty. You violated an older woman's A-hole with that nasty peter." "You liked it." I protested. "Even so, you should not have fucked your best friend's mother in the ass." Ruth Eleanor Taylor voice became stern. "Now take your medicine." "Smack his tail," egged Aunt Polly, "Make it red. Give him a big, old hard-on." "I'dlike to make a young man's ass red," said Ruth Eleanor. "Just like yours," chirped Aunt Polly. "When yours turns red, it makes my pussy all slick and gooey. I just have to come." "There've been times when you've warmed my tail good," admitted the younger women though she was my mother's age. For a moment the thought of my mother in the position of her friend, naked with me across her lap, crossed my mind. I felt an involuntary twitch in my prod. The first slap was no gentle warning shot. It cracked and I think echoed in the room. My left buttocks came aflame. "That was a good one," said Aunt Polly. "Give him another." Two hard, rapid smacks on the right cheek matched the fire of its twin. The lady swung a mean hand. There was nothing feminine or weak-sisterish about it. Ruth Eleanor was not playing. I was in for a good hide burning and I knew I had best take it if I were to be allowed to keep screwing these horny, older women who had taken me into their confidence. I gritted my teeth. The blows rained on my stinging backside. My ass cheeks began to throb. My hard-on, at full extension, was tightly lodged between Ruth Eleanor's long, smooth, upper thighs. I made involuntarily thrusting motions against the soft skin where she kept it trapped. My ass was on fire and I found myself raising to meet the slaps, welcoming them. "That's enough," said Polly. "I believe the boy is ready. He's medium rare pink. Let's add a bit of baby oil to ease the heat." "If you say so,dear," said Ruth Eleanor. Her warm hand caressed my burning buns. The coolness of the oil spurted from the bottle and was spead, gently over the tingling area. "Oops," said Polly, "It's running down his back crack." "I've got it ," said the other voice. Gentle fingers caressed the deep crease and spread the excess oil. Slick fingers passed over and returned to my back hole. One finger, then two invaded that passage. The intrusion of those slender fingers, I knew they were Ruth Eleanors, did not, to my surprise, feel unwelcome. "He likes that," said Polly. "I bet he'd like it more if we used something larger." "And longer," agreed Ruth Eleanor. Her fingers plungeded in and out of my ass. "The brush handle," whispered Polly. "Put it up his ass." "Of course," giggled Ruth Eleanor. "The way he did mine. He'll love it." "No!" I moaned. "I don't want it." "Of course you do," soothed Polly. "Every young man should have a big one rammed up his rectum. He should learn why women get so attached to the bone." "You don't do that to men," I protested. "Of course we do," said Polly. "We get horny just thinking about it." The cool, hard object was brought to the entrance and pressed firmly. Without warning, it entered, forced by a sharp thrust to move it beyond the futile attempt at rejection by the anal muscle. "God Damn!" "There, there," soothed Aunt Polly, "Relax and let it happen. When you've taken it all and adjusted to it, you're going to adore it. We absolutely love it, though I must admit that old brush handle can never replace hard meat sliding in and out." "We take advantage of what we have," crooned Ruth Eleanor. "It hurts," I protested. "Only for a little while." The smooth surface slid by my prostrate and a bit of juice dribbled from my cock. It felt like I had to pee or come. I didn't know which. "Let me fuck you," I pleaded. "Later, dear." "This is something he'll never breathe of to a living soul," said Ruth Eleanor. "No one would believe you," added Aunt Polly. "You'll be begging for more," promised Ruth Eleanor. "And more," echoed Aunt Polly. "Look at him," murmured Ruth Eleanor. "He's taken it all like a man." Though I could not make myself admit it, it began to feel good. I found myself thrusting my hard cock between her soft thighs. "I am not," I protested. "Better ease up," warned Polly. "He might come. We don't want to waste his man juice in the air." Ruth Eleanor stopped in mid stroke and gently rested her hand on my burning ass. "What do you say Jay? Are you ready to pump some jizm into a pussy hungering for cock?" I nodded and rolled off her lap to lay on the floor. My buttocks tingled and my asshole twitched. Ruth Eleanor straddled me, lowered herself and sank her sopping pussy onto my arching cock. I watched my throbbing hard-on disappear into the slippery lips hidden in the curly coils of black cunt hair. When her hips rose, I saw myelf exposed, glistening with her juices. She sank again on my spear and a dreamlike quality filled her eyes. Our bodies, or rather certain corresponding organs and muscles took on lives of their own. Rhythms were established and elaborated on, slowed and speeded up. There was no doubt that not only was Ruth Eleanor on top, she was in control. She used interior muscles in ways that did not seem possible and caused me so much pleasure I did not believe I could continue it for long. She set the pace. Each time I neared climax, she backed off and took another tack to prolong the agony of not coming. "I have to come," I moaned. "I know," soothed Ruth Eleanor. "Now," I begged. "Holding off makes it better," crooned Aunt Polly. "I don't want to wait! I want to shoot my wad.!" "Isn't she the tease?" cackled Aunt Polly. "Sometimes she keeps me hanging half the night. "I swear to God she drives me up the wall." "Aunt Polly. Please. Let me come in you." "Now. Now. I wouldn't think of interferring. Ruth Eleanor is right you know. The Big Bang is twice as loud when it's delayed." The tall brunette, with the long legs and the dark hair and a cunt that squeezed me from the inside, sat astraddle, impaled on my aching cock, motionless, totally imersed in the rapture of her feelings. The smile crossing her lips had a cruel, almost merciless quality. "You like to fuck, little man?" "Yes," I groaned. "You're fucking a big girl now." "I know." "You think you can out fuck me?" I shook my head from side to side. "No way." Suddenly, the woman who was every bit as big as me and as tall as me, rolled to her back and kept me above her as her knees raked my sides. "Then fuck me like a man. Pound this pussy for all you're worth and shoot that wad as hard and as far inside me as you can." I needed no urging. I slammed her like a jackhammer. I pounded it to her. It would not take long. I slammed into her as though I wanted my entire body in that grasping, depthless hole. I was almost there. It started from my curled toes, from the base of my spine, from the ache in my balls. I froze. Roman Candles went off. Fireball after tingling fireball throbbed through the tube of my cock, to explode and burst into her pussy. Ruth Eleanor screamed. She hugged me in a death grip and throbbed out her climax. Her arms fell outward and she lay like one of those collapsed angels of childhood, pressed into in the snow. A naked, fucked-out Ruth Eleanor Taylor was ever so much prettier. I lay beside her, too exhausted to move. Ruth Eleanor sighed, "Now I call that a FUCK!" From the couch, Aunt Polly tossed a blanket over us. "Oh well," she said, "I guess I've got to play out the rest of this hand all by myself."