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My Aunt, My Love Ch. 01

By: adoration



I had been at Aunty Pat's place for no more than two days when I found it. Aunty Pat was my mother's younger sister, she was only 40 – I say "only 40" because I've always been an older woman sort of bloke. I'm 20 and to me 40 is the sort of age of I aspire to, by no means past it, but definitely still able to emote that sort of earthy, sexual drive. You know what I'm talking about, don't you?

Sorry, I spoke about "it". Well Aunty Pat had been out, off to the outdoor market, or somewhere, and she said she'd be gone for an hour. And no, she didn't come back early and catch me sniffing her knickers, so don't think ahead too much.

I had, of course, walked into her bedroom, but I guess that part was obvious, eh? I was naked, and my seven-inch prick was full of anticipation. The place was bathed in sunlight, a wonderful warm Spanish afternoon. I was there for a month's holiday from London and being only 18 and on my first trip outside England I was full of curiosity. A pathetic excuse for delving through her knickers drawer, eh?

Anyway, I found all these satin bras and panties, playsuits, I think they're called, thongs, g-strings, bustieres, you name it, Aunty Pat had it. It was obviously all clean, so there was no need to try sniffing it, so forget that, OK?

But at the bottom, my fingers found a couple of large brown envelopes, big buggers, full of something. I dragged them out and lay back on her bed. I pulled the first one to my side and dragged out a brochure.

Now I'm no expert, but I guess it was in what book collectors describe as "pristine condition", when they're trying to put an exorbitant price on a first edition book. This thing – titled "For the fuller figured woman" – looked as if it had never been opened. It was like I was the first person to ever cast eyes on it!

In it I found a lot of pictures of women I'd always creamed my jeans to, if you'll pardon the expression. Large blondes, large brunettes, large black women – OK, large, all right?

Among the brunettes was my lovely Aunty Pat. She's about 5 foot 8 inches, with splendid, light brown hair, bit tits, big arse, but shapely. You know. She was one of the majorly featured models in the brochure, and in some of the pictures she was even topless! Big breasts – they're 40 DD cup now – and about 38s when she was photographed, I guessed.

I sat back on her bed, stroking myself, just immersed in the catalogue – and no, she didn't walk in on me, so stopping getting ahead of the story. Then I put the catalogue back in the big brown envelope, and pulled out the next item in the collection, so to speak.

This was one of those skin magazines, obviously English since all the prices were in pounds sterling. The centrefold was a nice looking little blonde, but too small and too young to interest me – as I said, mature is the way I go.

I found what I was looking for half-way between Miss Fuck of the Month, or whatever she was called, and the raunchy "Call Mistress Filthy Mouth for Your Whipping" ads at the back of the book. There, in about a six-page spread, was Aunty Pat in a pictorial spread entitled "Plenty to like about Pat". Fucking good title!

And it was even more horn-inducing than the lingerie catalogue! Pictures of aunty in garter belts, stockings high heels and nothing else, competed with shots of her in a PVC open-fronted playsuit which displayed her lush breasts and her hairy snatch! I was, I have to confess, in love.

The other contents of the envelope were glossy pictures, obviously taken from the magazine shoot, which I guessed the photographer had gifted to my aunty as mementos of a memorable photographic session, or possibly something even more sexy!

The second envelope was of a much "harder" nature, copies of a magazine which obviously catered for people who are into "strict" ladies, who fuck around with whips, paddles and floggers. Apart from the fact that Aunty Pat featured in some of the spreads with her booted feet on some naked male slaves, and that she was wearing really sexy leather or PVC gear, they did nothing for me. Men who like to get taken to by women with whips are fucking weird, if you ask me,

And that was it. No aunty barging in on me demanding "And just what do you think you're doing, you wicked boy?" type crap. I simply put the envelopes back in the bottom of the drawer, smoothed out the duvet on her large bed, and went back to my bedroom to enjoy a nice long, slow wank until she returned and I helped her unload the boxes full of tasty Spanish food goodies.

The next morning, I went down to the large kitchen in her beautifully-appointed split-level home, and kissed her on the cheek as she prepared breakfast. I wore only a tight-fitting pair of Speedos, because aunty said I was allowed to and because it was the height of the Spanish summer. And anyway, I think she liked my very well muscled young figure, very toned and tanned, with my jet black, almost shoulder length hair. A lot of people accuse me of looking like a poof with hair that long, but a lot of older women go for it, take my word on that!

Aunty Pat was in a shiny satin sort of housecoat, that came down to just below her knees, but with a broad black belt tightly drawn around her waist, and it bunched the material so her lush, full breasts were straining into the thing. Made me sit down at the table before my interest became too fucking obvious, I can tell you.

"Hi Tony, sleep well, my dear?" she asked as she placed a plate of eggs, sausages, hash browns and bacon in front of me alongside a huge mug of steaming hot black coffee. And as she did I couldn't help but notice the large upper mounds of her beautiful boobs come into view as she leaned over.

She then collected her plate and came and sit next to me on the couchette, playfully ordered "Move over, Mr Fat Arse", as she did so, which was her just being silly, of course, because I'm quite skinny.

We munched away on the filling fried breakfast, and I was dapping my napkin against my lips when Aunty Pat hit me with it. I think it's termed "going for the jugular".

"And tell me, my dear Tony, what did you think of my little picture collection?"

OK, I was, as they say in the classics, gobsmacked! I even tried to bluster my way out of it. "Sorry, aunty," I stammered, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Pathetic. Fucking pathetic. And useless. Fucking useless.

Aunty Pat smiled at me, not in a condescending way, but a sort of "Don't fuck with me, sonny" smile.

"Well, Tony," she grinned, "if it wasn't you going through my magazine and catalogues from my knicker drawer yesterday, it must have been a burglar, or the legendary Mr Nobody.

"And since all the televisions are still here, my jewellery is intact, the sound system and all my CDs are untouched, then I guess that just leaves Mr Nobody. Or you, Tony, eh?"

I nodded my head, and must have looked shamefaced, because she put an aunt-like arm around my bare shoulders.

"How did you know?" I asked.

Aunty Pat smiled. "Simple, you silly young man, because I put a couple of hairs across the space between the top of the drawer and the upper ledge of the furniture, something I learned from a spy book. That's how I knew how the drawer had been opened.

"And I arranged two thongs on the envelopes, with the crotches pointing towards the front of the drawer.

"When I got back from shopping yesterday, the hairs were no longer there and the thongs had obviously been moved. So it was either you, the non-existent burglar, or the famous Mr Nobody. I had you at the top of my list, I'm afraid."

"I'm so sorry, aunty," I muttered. "It was very rude of me and it won't happen again."

"That's a pity," said Aunty Pat, in a very slow, deliberate kind of way.

I looked at her in puzzlement. "How do you mean, aunty?" I asked, as calmly as I could, but sensing a thumping which was going on. Not my heart, a foot or so further down!

"Well," she said, dragging the word out, "I thought it would be nice if you showed me some of my pictures and then pick your favourites.

"Then, if you're very, very good, maybe I can model some of them for you – I got to keep quite a lot of the lingerie from my modelling days, some of it has hardly been worn." 

Now my cock was thumping even harder in my shiny little Speedos. Aunty got up a walked to the large-range stove in her hugely expensive kitchen and poured herself another mug of coffee. Then she turned and stared at me with one of those looks which really says "Are you man enough?"

Of course, I should have said that the whole thing had gone far enough, but I didn't. She may have been mother's sister, but she was a large, lusty-looking woman and I wanted desperately to see her modelling lingerie for me. It would lead to nothing, just a lingerie show, I told myself.

"Er, that would, oh it would be wonderful, aunty," I said, feeling all shy and tongue-tied.

"Then get upstairs to my bedroom, get the envelopes out from my drawer and be waiting on the bed. Oh, and Tony."

I was sliding out from my seat, trying to hide my obvious arousal. "Yes, aunty?" I asked, desperate not to reveal my hard-on.

"Take those lovely little Speedos off. I'm a mature woman and I've seen plenty of young men's cocks. Anyway, you look most uncomfortable with that thing the size of Mt Blanc trying to break through your pants."

I bolted upstairs, dashed into aunty's bedroom, dragged the envelopes from their hiding place and was naked on my back, with a seven-inch hard-on pointing to the ceiling when aunty walked in.

"That's nice, darling," she smiled, as she shut the door behind her. "Six and a half, seven?"

"Seven, aunty," I told her.

"Very pretty," she commented, then sat beside me on the bed, arranged a pile of pillows so we could sit up and smiled: "Where do you want to start?"

"Er, the fuller figured catalogue, please, aunty," I asked, and we leafed through it. For a while she indicated that "No", she did not have those particular items, but when my quavering finger pointed to a black bra, panty and garter belt set, she smiled.

"Ah, the retro look, still very popular with young studs today," she grinned. "And yes, I've got that. You wait there and I'll go find it."

Aunty climbed from the bed and walked into her wardrobe, which was more of a room adjoining the bedroom. I stroked myself, my cock dripping sex juice drool as I waited for her return.

Then she was back and I swallowed and gulped. She looked absolutely stunning! The brassiere was made of shiny satin and it lifted her big 40-inchers into uplift so mouth-watering I almost felt myself drooling from the mouth as well as the cock.

Her knickers were also shiny, and gleamed where they were stretched across her quim, which looked full and lush. Her garter belt was also black and shiny, and it held up sheer black stockings. On her feet she wore black high heels.

She paced up and down at the foot of the bed, giving me a display of such arousing eroticism that I was hardly aware of my masturbation. She was, though!

"Slow down the stroking, Tony," she warned, "or you'll be coming way too soon!"

My hand fell from cock as if it had been electrocuted.

Aunty then walked around to the side of the bed and looked down at me, a confident smile on her face. "This bra does wonders for my old boobs," she said. "Here, feel how well it cups them."

And she leaned over and allowed me to place a pair of trembling hands on the bra cups. The electricity that flowed from her big bazookas was a surging flow, which seemed to go directly through my fingers, down my arm and through my upper body to my cock! I immediately felt harder and thicker down there.

"And my panties cover my rather full-figured bum – feel how they support my cheeks, Tony," she said, and even though I was aroused to beat the band I couldn't help but notice the excitement now throbbing through her voice.

My hands moved from the wonderful delights of her breasts down to the equally wonderful delights of her arse. It was broad, but not huge, big enough to provide me with a good handful. The buttocks were firm and taut, due to the fact that she was half bending over me.

Then her mouth grazed against mine and she laughed: "Enough of the retro look. Find another outfit."

I decided to cut straight to the chase and went to the girlie magazine and her six-page spread. With a hand now shaking like a leaf, I pointed to the PVC playsuit, which revealed her glorious breasts and her hirsute snatch.

"Oh, darling," she laughed, "one of my favourites. I love that outfit because you can have fun without having to take it off, if you follow me.

"There's only one snag – I modelled that when I was in my sleek 38-25-36 days. I'm afraid I'm now a rather more cuddly 40-27-38, so I don't know if I'll still get into it. But we can try, eh?"

I nodded eagerly. "Your figure is even better now, aunty," I said, enthusiastically. "Please try."

I lay back, both heart and cock now pounding and then she was back. Now I don't think it's possible to have a hands free ejaculation when the cock is touching nothing. But if it is, then it can only be caused by the sight of a mature, large-breasted, woman wearing a shiny black PVC playsuit.

Aunty was ravishing. Her bare breasts almost pointing their twin peaks at me, the nipples brown and erect. Her pussy was, unlike in the girlie mag pictures, semi-shaved and I gazed at it.

"Oh, my pussy," she said, seeing me staring. "I had a boy friend who liked me to adopt the Brazilian style, but since we broke up I've gone for the half-and-half look. Do you like it?"

And with that, she put a high-heeled shoe up on the bed, displaying her snatch to my hungry eyes. There was a little tuft of light brown hair on her mons, and she had shaved back the rest of her thatch around her lush pussy lips, leaving two trails of shaved hair in a crewcut around her piss flaps.

"It's fucking glorious," I stammered, earning a rebuke from my aunty.

"Really, Tony," she said, in mock annoyance, "please don't use that filthy language in front of me."

Then she paraded around the room, displaying herself in the sexy outfit. The black PVC shone brilliantly, stretched tautly as it was across her torso, the lace-up front tight and straining from where she had filled out since modelling it.

Once, when parading along the side of the bed, she turned her back on me, displaying her buttocks, then slowly and provocatively, she bent over giving me a long look at her sex trench and her lovely brown puckered anus.

"See what I mean about being able to have fun while still wearing it, Tony?" she asked, from that revealing pose.

"Yes, I see exactly what you mean, aunty," I gulped, noticing that her sex was glistening.

Then she turned and asked: "Would you like to check out the way this playsuit supports my poor old boobs, darling?"

Of course I would! My hands cupped her big, heavy breasts, at first just lifting them from the undersides. Then I lifted my palms higher and took her firm nipples in between my thumbs and forefingers and squeezed them ever so gently.

Aunty gave out a little gasp, then I heard her kick off her shoes. With a push, she pressed me back onto the bed and then she was on top of me, her mouth hungrily eating mine, our tongues intertwining and exchanging fluid. My hands grasped her lush buttocks and I traced a forefinger onto her anus. I'm sorry, I had to!

Then I was telling her things I shouldn't have told her. Things like "I love you, aunty, you're my vision of perfection, I love mature women, I love big women, you're so, so perfect" and all the while we were kissing and eating other's mouths.

Aunty's semi-shaved snatch was boring onto my stiffness and my brain was sending out signals reading "Don't, don't" but my cock was sending out more signals: "Do, do."

Just then she lifted herself and placed her full breasts to my face. I sucked on one nipple and felt its hardness in my mouth, then she dragged herself across and placed the other breast down onto my lips, and there was another stiff nipple to suck on. As she was doing this, aunty was graunching her pubic bone along the length of my shaft, groaning as she did so.

Then, in a move which belied her large frame, she moved lithely onto her back and was pulling me onto her lush figure. "Now, Tony," she whispered in my ear, "now!" It wasn't a request, it was a command.

Again my brain was telling me "No, Tony, no Tony, don't" and again my prick was insisting "Yes, Tony, yes Tony, do" and, of course my prick won!

My cock touched the damp point of entry, my foreskin was tugged back as I felt my cock rising to push into her velvet, satiny cunt, then as resistance on my part faded I struck, thrusting and pointing up into her wetness. She felt fantastic!

I wasn't a virgin, of course. There had been three women, one older than the other two, the older woman more experienced than others. They had, to use a motoring analogy, been like Morris Minors. Aunty Pat was a Rolls-Royce!

I ran my hands beneath her buttocks, cupping them and feeling her lovely large, lush figure moving, the PVC playsuit emitting little squeaks as it was pressed by my body lying on her. I drove up to the hilt. Then pulled down to the cunt lips, and she kissed me hungrily, eating my mouth as if she hadn't had a man in months!

After a few more thrusts she grabbed my buttocks, and whispered: "I have to be on top to come, darling." And with that she expertly flicked me onto my back, and then rose to provide me easy access to her fantastic full breasts.

"Suck my tits, they're conduits to my clit, darling," she demanded, and I licked on one nipple, then traced my tongue across her heavy, heaving mounds until I could take the opposite twin into my mouth. They were rich and thick with lust. And then, Aunty Pat was half laughing, half sobbing as she crashed into her orgasm, bucking and heaving on my sweaty body.

"Oh yeeeees, oh yeeeees," she cried, then forgetting her earlier admonition about language she roared: "Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt!"

Finally, she calmed down and lay on her back, smiling sweetly at me. I adjusted my foreskin back over my helmet and bent over to kiss her.

"You've done this before?" she asked, half in statement, half in question.

"Yes, aunty," I replied, licking her perspiration covered upper lip, then kissing her full on the mouth. "Two young girls, one of whom just lay there, one who told me to hurry up because she was bored."

"How disgraceful," aunty tut tutted.

"And one 30-year-old who let me eat her pussy," I added, trying not to sound like a complete beginner!

Aunty smiled, traced the fingers of one hand through her pussy lips and held the finger to my mouth. "Don't lick, sniff, darling," she said.

I did and the aroma was wonderful. Then she rubbed her fingers onto her large left nipple and whispered: "Now lick!"

The taste of the pussy juice on her nipple was astounding, I thought I'd faint, it was so sensational.

"Now," she said, sounding much more businesslike, "we need to look after you. How do you like to come? I know – ever enjoyed a tit fuck?"

I must have gaped at her. "Don't look so surprised, sweety," she smiled, "it's something a lot of men like to have with a fuller figured lady. Want to try?"

I moved instantly on top of her and lay with my cock between the two large mounds. I then supported myself on my fists and stretched my arms out straight. Aunty cupped her beautiful titties and the mounds came closer together, trapping my cock between them.

Then I moved my cock up towards her chin. The friction dragged on my foreskin, pulling it back from the helmet almost to the ring, before I began a downwards stroke, which allowed the foreskin to surround my helmet again.

"I love the way your foreskin goes back and forth, it's exciting," said Aunty Pat, as I thrust up and down between the mighty twin peaks of pulchritude.


My Aunt, My Love Ch. 01



"Now, darling, when you're close to your climax, bring him up to my mouth, we don't want to spill any, do we?"

I could hardly believe my ears! The fuck, then her orgasm, now a tit fuck and she was offering to suck my spunk down! I nearly came then and there, but aunty laughed and said: "Calm down, don't rush it, let it come naturally."

But that was easier said than done. Soon I felt that marvellous surging rush as my balls released the fluid which had been swelling up down there and I grunted and moved my cock head to her mouth.

Aunty opened her mouth, only slightly, and took my cock between her lips, just down to the ring and then I was exploding in her mouth, her tongue was flicking beneath the helmet, then she was sucking, sucking, sucking and I was plunging my jism straight down her.

I gasped with relief and rolled from her lovely body.

"There," she smiled, kissing me warmly on my mouth. "That was so nice. Was it nice for you, darling?"

I nodded: "It was sensational, aunty, and I don't even feel guilty."

She looked very intently at me. "And nor should you. Do you think what we've just done is wrong?"

"I think it was the most marvellous thing I've ever done in my life," I replied.

"Precisely," said Aunty Pat. "You are a handsome, attractive young man and I've just given you a little bit of sex education. There's no harm in it, there's no danger in it – I've had one of those women's operations down there, so I can't have babies, but I sure as hell can still enjoy myself."

I kissed her again. "Can we do it again, aunty?" I asked.

"I fucking well hope so," she smiled. "Ooops, pardon my language."

"And now, can I get out of this PVC thing? It's very sexy, but it's as sticky as hell wearing it."

I helped her undress, if that's the right term for someone who was already displaying tits and arse!

"You know something, aunty?" I asked, when she was lying nude beside me.

"What darling?" she said, kissing me on the nose.

"I think I'm really going to enjoy this holiday."

To be continued.



My Aunt, My Love Ch. 02



I had just made love to my sensational Aunty Pat, but she then looked at me rather critically, almost as if I had offended her, although I was pretty sure I hadn't.

"Now, Tony," she said, "we have to do something about your hair."

My hair? All right, so it may be unfashionably long, but it's jet black and women - older women, especially - often comment on it. "What's wrong with my hair, aunty?" I asked, "I like it long like this."

The former lingerie and adult magazine model laughed. "Not that hair, silly, this hair." And she stroked my cock. "Now, come with me into the en suite."

Aunty, now naked after removing the sexy PVC playsuit she had worn for our first session of love-making, stepped into the large bathroom beside the bedroom, where she ran hot water in a hand basin. Taking a safety razor, she wetted my cock and balls with a cloth, then bent down.

Her handling of me down there had the effect of stiffening my penis, and by the time she had started shaving the hair from my shaft, I was fully aroused again. She then removed all my pubic hair from my scrotum and gave my pubic hair at the base of my cock a severe crew cut, leaving only a wisp of black there, like a small moustache.

"There," she said, admiring her handiwork, "much nicer. Look in the mirror."

I did so and had to admit my seven-inch erection looked superb! "It must be an optical illusion, but my cock looks longer, aunty," I said, looking with interest at my now nearly hairless crotch.

"Exactly, that's why I did it, darling," she smiled, stroking my now smooth prick. "Now to your abdomen."

Aunty then proceeded to shave off all the dark hair over my abdomen, before removing all traces of hair from around my nipples - my chest is pretty hairless, anyway.

"Next your thighs, darling," she said, soaping my left thigh with the cloth. "I sometimes like to rub myself to orgasm on my lover's thigh, and I prefer it if he's shaved there as well."

She then removed all traces of hair from that thigh, before doing the same to my right. Aunty Pat looked at my legs and frowned: "That looks stupid, I'm afraid. We'll have to take all the hair off your calves to balance it up." And she did just that.

The final depilation was to remove the slight traces of fuzzy hair from my shoulders, then the small of my back.

Aunty then inspected my body as I stood, naked and stiff-pricked before her.

"Much better, darling, have a look," and with that she turned me to face the full-length mirror set on one wall of the bathroom.

The effect of the hair removal served to make the hair on my head looked even longer!

"I love it, aunty, I think I look smashing," I said, stepping into her arms and kissing her full on the mouth.

"You look good enough to eat, Tony," she laughed, "but now we've got to work on your sun tan. I'll eat you later!"

And we went hand-in-hand downstairs and out to the large secluded swimming pool in the rear of the large property aunty owns on the outskirts of Valencia.

We arranged recliners side by side and aunty rubbed lotion all over my back, buttocks and legs. "Now lie on your tummy for half an hour, then we'll work on the other side," said aunty, applying lotion to her front, a task I quickly offered to perform.

Aunty Pay lay back on her recliner and I rubbed the lotion into her shoulders, arms, breasts, chest and belly, then over her thighs and calves. She was already tanned a deep, golden brown, and her gleaming body looked oh-so-fuckable.

As a final touch, I could not resist running a forefinger along her sex trench. She slapped my hand away with a chuckle: "Later, Tony, later!"

After we were both relaxed, soaking up the warm Spanish sunshine, I asked aunty how long she had been a lingerie model.

"I started at the age of 30," she told me. "I was 'talent spotted' in Esher High St, of all places, by a lovely man who was a photographer for what we used to call 'skin' magazines.

"He told me he was sure he could sell a spread of pictures featuring me to a very well known magazine and I was 30, married to your Uncle Roger and bored out of my skull.

"Tony take my advice and never marry a stockbroker - not that you're ever likely to. They are total bores, both at the dinner table and in the bedroom.

"Anyway, I appeared in one of those magazines under a spread titled something dreadful, I think it was 'Grab a look at these handfuls', or something equally disgusting.

"But from then on the work simply flowed in. I was appearing in lingerie catalogues from all over - I even flew to Germany to do a spread for a pussy magazine, which specialised in ladies in PVC and carrying whips."

"What was Uncle Roger's reaction," I said, feeling my cock stirring at aunty's story about her modelling days.

"When he finally found out - one of my spreads was seen by some idiot at his office, who brought it to his attention - he was absolutely livid," said Aunty Pat.

"How dare I drag his name through the mud. Crap like that. But I was earning good money. When he thought I was playing golf at Royal Berkshire, or off with my girl friends for lunches at The Savoy, I was secretly being photographed in raunchy shoots for sexy magazines.

"I was becoming famous and I think that's what peeved him most of all. He was simply Roger the stockbroker, just another name in the City, and here I was, making good money and having men all over the place masturbating to my pictures!"

"And that led to the divorce?" I asked, feeling beneath myself to arrange my stiffy more comfortably on the towel.

"Not quite," said Aunty Pat, rubbing her hands over her lovely 40-inch breasts, making them glow even more in the strong sun.

"The lesbian movies were the straw that broke the camel's back," she told me. "I never appeared in porn movies with men, but I did about 20 videos with some lovely young - oh, I guess you'd call them Page 3 girls.

"It was all very tame stuff, but they had some really crude titles. There was 'Licking Lesbos', and another was called 'My Mistress's Muff', from memory.

"The least salacious title was 'Pat Takes It Lying Down', in which a Page 3 doll ties me down on the bed and has her wonderfully wicked way with me. And after all that, Roger sued for divorce, which suited me just fine."

"How was that, aunty?" I asked, stretching languidly in the warm sun.

"Well, we went through the divorce courts and the judge was a lovely old man. He agreed that there was an irretrievable breakdown in the marriage, but I often caught him looking at me with a rather knowing smile. I think he might have seen some of my videos, or the magazines. Who knows?

"But the upshot was that he found I had contributed in a large way to Roger's success in the City, being the dutiful wife, preparing lavish parties for him at home when he wanted to impress clients, all the crap that goes with being a stockbroker's wife.

"So I got a very nice settlement, and half the proceeds of the sale of the family home. It was quite a lot of money, and I used it to buy this place here.

"That was four years ago, and then I retired from the industry and now I live off the interest from the remainder of my nest egg. It's a great life, and it's just got greater."

And she climbed from her recliner, ordered me over and started to smear lotion all over my front, including my now shaved and very aroused cock.

I then rubbed lotion all over her back and buttocks, before lying back, face up, my cock waving in the air.

"Aunty," I said, in a slow voice.

"Yes, darling," she answered.

"Do you still have those videos?"

She laughed. "Of course I do, silly. And I suppose you want to see them."

I nodded: "There's something about watching two women get together that really excites me."

"You and the vast majority of the male population, Tony," laughed aunty. And we lay back and sunbathed.

After about half an hour lying on my back, I felt the effects of the warm sun and asked Aunty Pat: "I'd like to do my back again for a while, is that OK?"

"Sure, darling," she said, "go for it."

That was precisely my intention. I stood from my recliner, sporting a semi-hard-on and went to the foot of her chair and lent down so my face was close to her bare minge.

"This way I can get the sun on my back and, hopefully, give you a nice time, aunty," I told her.

I thought for a moment she might tell me off for being naughty, but her instant response was to spread her thighs and lay them on the arms of the recliner, presenting me with a wonderful view of her snatch, its lips glistening, the aroma heady.

"I thought you'd never offer," she laughed and placed a hand greasy with lotion on the back of my head and pressed me down to her pussy.

The taste was wonderful - musky, salty, sticky and thoroughly horn-inducing. I started at her cunt, but she pushed me lower.

"Start down there and work your way up, sweetie," she said, a little breathlessly.

My tongue found the dark brownness of her anus and started to lick at the musky bud, making it moist and inviting. Then I traced my way up to her cunt, tasting once more its tangy, slippery wetness. 

A sigh escaped her lips as I performed my oral adoration. "Oh yes, that's so lovely, now a little higher. My labia, lick my labia!" she ordered.

I move up again, tasting the saltiness of her piss flaps, thick and suckable, before rising even further to flick at the hood of her clitoris, just below her tiny patch of pubic hair. I worked my tongue two or three times across the burgeoning button, then heard her give out a low moan. It was lovely music to my ears.

"Now press the flat of your tongue on it and rub it up and down, yes, yes, yes," she panted.

Soon my oral obedience paid dividends and aunty let out a little moan that grew in volume until she was repeating over and over again: "I'm coming, I'm coming, oh yes, I'm coming."

Then, as the frenzy of her orgasm hit her, Aunty Pat had two words she repeated and repeated: "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop."

At last, of course, I had to stop and with a tender kiss on her lovely pussy lips I stood and smiled down at her.

She looked up at me, her eyes squinting from the brilliant sun and returned my smile. "Now into that pool and cool off a bit, you wicked young devil!"

I turned, cock jutting out stiffly, and plunged into the pool's warm waters and splashed happily for three or four laps. On my last lap back to the side of the pool, I noticed that aunty had waded into the shallow end.

She had turned with her bare back to me and was leaning with her elbows on the ledge running around the pool. The water lapped gently against the lowest part of her buttocks, splashing and sploshing there. I stepped into the shallow section and walked towards her.

As I did, my penis started to rise once more to the occasion. When I was only a pace or two from her, Aunty Pat made a deliberate move, which I know she intended me to see. She placed her feet about a yard apart, which had the effect of lowering her minge to just below the surface of the comfortably warm water.

I stepped against her, my prick jutting into the crack between her cheeks and squatted slightly, so that the head of my cock went below the surface and brushed against her arse. I nudged it onto her anus but then heard her warning: "No, darling, not there - not yet. My cunt, darling, my cunt."

My cock probed deeper and found the entrance to her vagina. I held onto her shoulders, feeling the glowing warmth from them, then I thrust into her, my pubic bone banging against her lovely lush buttocks as I did so. Her cunt was again satiny smooth and I had no difficulty in invading her completely.

After I had driven my cock deep into her, I placed my arms around her upper body, and cupped her heavy breasts in my hands, circling the nipples, then tweaking them to stiff buds as I rammed her in my fuck movements.

As I thrust back and forth my hips and her buttocks caused the water to splash around us. Soon the splashing became louder as my tempo increased, then with a groan and a whispered "Oh fuck, I'm coming" I released my spunk deep into the recesses of Aunty Pat's cunt for the first time.

I slowed my thrusting as I came again, and yet again and then, while still grabbing hold of her large 40-inch handfuls, I kissed her hot back and shoulders.

Then I pulled away, my rapidly dwindling cock falling away from her lush bum. As she felt me disengage, aunty turned and rubbed her breasts against my chest, wet from the pool's water and from my frenzied exercises behind her body.

"Excuse me, lover," she whispered, "but I'm going for a swim."

I climbed out of the pool as she free-styled her way up and down the pool and dried myself off. After about 10 minutes she emerged from the water, her body a glorious glistening sight as she stepped to her towel.

When she had dried, too, she took me inside the house and we went up to her bedroom. From a drawer by her bed, aunty threw me two garments, well one could be termed a garment, the other was simply a tiny scrap of shiny red satin.

"No more Speedos for you around the house, my darling nephew," she smiled. "From now on it's either this posing pouch or the thong. Try the posing pouch first."

The pouch was a little bunch of material, connected by two strips of black elastic, one which went round my hips, the other which joined the back of the elastic at the small of my back to the bottom of the pouch itself.

The posing pouch bunched my cock and balls rather attractively, I thought, as I surveyed myself in the dressing table mirror. The pouch was so tiny it didn't even cover my little tuft of pubic hair!

"That's nice, I like it," said aunty. "But remember, you have to be flaccid when you put it on, because if you're not the hard-on will never get covered in such a small scrap of satin."

Then she indicated to me to try on the thong. This was made of black satin and was a high-hipped creation, which also bunched my cock and balls nicely. It was, as I say, quite high cut and the strip at the rear meant my buttocks were almost totally exposed.

"That's nice, too," said Aunty Pat. "Room for your cock to expand without poking out of the material. That's much more formal than the posing pouch - you can use it for evening wear, when we're having dinner."

"Now I've got something to show you, which I hope you'll like. Hop up onto the bed," she told me. "And get that formal evening wear off, I'm going to need you naked."

I threw the thong to the floor, aware that my cock was making a very swift recovery from its earlier exertions.

Aunty Pat stepped into her walk-in wardrobe and I could hear her putting some things on. Then she emerged and I gaped as I saw the outfit she was wearing.

Aunty's massive 40-inch DD breasts were slung into a quarter-cup brassiere, made from a shining, purple satin. Her nipples were large and erect and I was stunned by their magnificence.

I had been impressed by the way her boobs had stood up in the PVC playsuit, but, if anything, the quarter-cup bra worked even more wonders on her superb superstructure!

On her hips was a matching pair of panties, the purple material gleaming in the bright light of her airy bedroom. And just above her mons, I could see that the panties were of the crotchless variety, allowing me a direct sight line to her fleshy sex lips. 

I was seated at the head of the bed, almost absent-mindedly stroking my erection, as I drank in the voluptuous beauty displayed by my aunt.

Then she placed one bare foot on the bed beside me, grabbed hold of the wooden head of the bed, and planted her other foot on the other side of my body. This way, her pussy was directly in my line of sight, about two or three inches from my face.

"While you work, Tony," she said, placing her feet a little wider, and thus moving her minge even closer to my mouth, "I will explain the significance of this outfit."

I started to lick and lave at her pussy, working my tongue onto her lovely anus as my first foray.

"I know that you kinky males have a thing about quarter-cup bras and crotchless panties," said Aunty Pat. "A friend of mine, a pervert of course, once said that the greatest invention in the world was the smelly bit in ladies' knickers. He was wrong - it is the crotchless panty."

I wasn't arguing, I was working away at her moist, aromatic minge, revelling once more in the lovely way she slid and slithered her pussy across my face.

"Now to the significance of this particular outfit," she said, from her position above my now-sweating face.

"Whenever you see me in these garments, you will know it is a signal that I want to fuck." And with that, Aunty Pat stepped down and walked to the foot of the bed.

She then bent forward and placed her bunched fists on the mattress and spread her legs wide. A beautiful broad grin suffused her face as she inquired: "Well?"

I got off the bed and walked behind her. My cock thrust onto her anus, then, remembering what I had been told in the pool, I pressed it further down to her cunt lips. I was just about to push into her when she halted me.

"No, darling," she said in a sort of hushed whisper, "this time you may try the chutney chute, the back door, whatever you prefer to call it.

"Only first, get it a little wet, there's a pet. Transfer some sex juice back there with your cock, then kneel down and lick me a while, I like the feel of a young tongue on my anus."

My cock, dripping pre-cum as it was, flickered against her cunt lips, then I pulled back and smeared its helmet against her anus. Next I knelt and ran my tongue over the dark brown rosebud, placing some globs of spittle there to mix in with the male pre-cum and the female sex juice.

"Lovely, oh that's so lovely," I heard her say from my kneeling position, so I stayed down there, licking and spitting to lubricate her most private part.

"Now fuck me," Aunty Pat ordered, in a half-aroused whisper, and a half-shouted command.

My prick went to her moist arsehole and I pulled my foreskin back to the ring, knowing she must be tight there. Then I thrust into her, feeling her warmth caress my thick and lusting young cock.

I banged away at her, my body glistening with a sheen of perspiration as I continued my thrusting, my cock driving deep, then pulling back almost to the outer lips of her anus before once more sliding up her back passage.

She, in turn, was slapping her lovely big bum back against my pubic bone so that each of my upward thrusts were met with her reverse buttock slap.

The sound of our slapping, butt-fucking movements were noisy in the bedroom, but then I added to the sounds as I felt my surge for climax pumping from my ball bag to my shaft, to my cock helmet, then out into her arsehole.

I dragged my penis from her, hearing a sort of plopping sound as I swung my dripping cock head away, and I sat, sweating and panting on the bed.

Aunty Pat turned and sat down next to me, her lovely thigh brushing against my recently-shaved one.

"Well, darling," she smiled, "I hope you enjoyed that?"

"Oh my god yes, aunty," I replied, "it was fucking fantastic."

"But one thing was missing, wasn't it?" she said, the smile still on her lovely face.

"And what was that, my lovely young nephew?" Aunty Pat asked, sounding so sweetly innocent.

"You orgasm, aunty?" I responded.

"Precisely, my dear Tony," she said as she climbed up onto the bed, lay back on the pillows and spread her thighs to display her crotchless-pantied pussy.

"Would you like to remedy that situation?" she asked.

But she had hardly got the question out, than I was at work once again, licking her muskily-moist but demanding pussy.

To be continued...



My Aunt, My Love Ch. 03



The rest of the day we spent lounging around the pool, enjoying cooling dips. We dined with aunty going topless but wearing a scandalously little brief thong. I wore, as instructed for "formal" evening wear, the black thong.

After a lovely meal, washed down by a glorious Spanish red - I had been unaware there was such a thing - Aunty Pat let me watch two of her videos from her lingerie modelling days. I found both hugely arousing and we spent some of the time - when I could drag my eyes from the screen - kissing and caressing each other.

Later, as we rested in each other's arms after a passionate bout of love-making Aunty Pat informed me that her pool lady, Rosita, would be at work in the garden the next day.

"Do you want me to make myself scarce?" I asked.

Aunty Pat laughed: "No, not in the slightest. You can wear the saucy little posing pouch while you work on your suntan, it will amuse Rosita. But I have a confession to make, regarding my little pool girl."

I half suspected what was coming, but as innocently as I could, I asked: "What's that, aunty?"

"Well, sometimes Rosita and I go to Lesbos, if you get my drift - and don't looked shocked, darling, you've just seen me making love to some gorgeous models on my videos."

"So Rosita's a lesbian?" I asked, feeling disappointed, though why the hell I should care I didn't know - I was making love to the most superb woman in the entire world, the fact that her pool girl preferred ladies should have meant nothing to me.

"Well, I think she goes both ways, but I'm not sure," said aunty, as she flicked out the lights and we cuddled before falling into a deep sleep brought on by hours in the sun, many lengths of the pool, some excellent red wine and an exhausting fuck.

The following morning, I tried to give aunty a "dawn breaker", but she pushed me away. "I much prefer a mid-morning fuck, darling, save yourself for later."

But she did permit me the eroticism of a shower with her, our soap-lathered bodies sliding against each other sensuously, my erection pressing into her buttocks for much of the time as I soaped her front. Then she turned me round and pressed her 40-inch breasts against my back as she soaped my front, spending quite an amount of time on my cock and balls!

After an excellent breakfast - don't let anyone kid you that ex-models can't cook! - I went out into the sultry Spanish sun and clad in my illegally tiny red posing pouch, I began to work on my tan.

Some time later, Aunty Pat arrived, her body gleaming from the application of sun tan lotion. She was wearing a broad-brimmed sombrero, a tiny little g-string that just covered her pubes and a warm smile.

"Tony," she said, "say hello to Rosita."

I stood, hugely aware of the fact that my cock was straining to escape the satin cage around my groin and looked into the face of an extremely pretty woman, brown-eyed who I took to be in her mid-20s (she was, in fact, 24).

"Buenos dias, senor," the lady with the close-trimmed, jet black hair said, taking my hand and shaking it firmly. She was wearing a gleaming red PVC bikini top and hot pants made of denim which hugged her lush little arse, white sox and gleaming white Nike trainers. She had a deep brown sun tan.

"I'm afraid Rosita speaks only two languages," my aunt informed me, "Spanish and sex, so I will translate the Spanish bits."

"Tell her she's beautiful, aunty," I said, as I resumed my seat and lay down on my belly, hiding my burgeoning erection, but, of course, totally revealing my naked buns.

Rosita chirped away in Spanish. "She says you've got a great arse," said my aunt.

Then she gave Rosita instructions in fluent Spanish and while the Spaniard went to commence her poolside duties, Aunty Pat walked to a large floral garden and began to water the plants, bending from time to time to allow me stunning views up her legs to her hardly-covered pudenda.

While Rosita was occupied on cleaning leaves from the pool with a long basket-like contraption, I climbed from my recliner and walked over to aunty and placed my belly and groin against her suntan lotion-covered back.

Provocatively, I placed my hands in front of her and cupped her full, firm and naked breasts, finding her nipples erect like buds. "I need to fuck you, aunty," I whispered, trying to get my head around the brim of the sombrero. "It must be mid-morning and you did promise!"

As I said this, my stiffening cock sprang free from its confining posing pouch and pressed against her cream covered buttocks.

"All right, you impossibly randy young man," she laughed, "but first I'll finish this."

Then she rattled off some Spanish to Rosita, who in turn replied in her native tongue, words which were totally incomprehensible to me.

"I've told Rosita we're going upstairs for a fuck - and Tony?"

"Yes, aunty," I said, absent-mindedly rubbing my hard-on against her creamy bottom.

"I've told her she can come up and watch when she's finished getting the leaves from the pool!"

I gave a little start. "Christ, aunty," I remonstrated with her, "I don't know what I'm going to be like in front of a fucking audience."

Aunty Pat laughed: "The audience won't be fucking, she will be watching, silly. We're going to be the ones fucking. And in case you've got a problem, here's something to help you keep it up."

And with that, she stepped out of her little g-string and placed it on my face, the damp, aromatic material arranged across my nostrils. Rosita called to aunty, who translated.

"She says you are a great big pervert - now, off you go, and on the way walk past Rosita so she can see that delicious stiffy you're sporting."

I did as I was told, g-string on my face, penis swaying above my heavy-hung balls and Rosita stared directly at my cock as I passed her. She jabbered something in Spanish.

From where she was playing the hose over her flower garden, Aunty Pat called out to me: "Tony, Rosita says she'd like to suck that, but only after it's been up my cunt. So I guess she does go both ways, like I said last night!"

Upstairs, I arranged a couple of large towels on aunty's bed, then propped myself up on two large pillows and played with myself. After a few minutes, when I was rock-hard, I removed aunty's g-string from my face and placed it against my dripping cock head. Soon the little garment was even more sopping wet.

Aunty Pat arrived, naked, her body gleaming with protective lotion and laughed: "Oh, I see he's wearing a hat!" And with that she bent over, still standing by the side of the bed, opened her mouth and took my g-string covered cock in her mouth and gave it a suck.

"Christ, that thing's wet," she said, pulling away and then using her teeth to drag the garment from my turgid member. Then she knelt up on the bed and resumed her fellatio on my swaying stiffness, allowing me to run a hand over her arse crack and press my fingers into her moist minge.

Just then, Rosita arrived in the doorway. She was still wearing her white sox, with the little red pompoms at the heels, and her blazing white Nike trainers, but apart from that was nude! The sox and trainers only served to highlight her nudity.

I drank in Rosita's brown-as-a-berry body and noted that her nipples were dark brown, almost black and it was hard to tell where her nipples ended and her large areolae began. She had a little sprout of dark black hair at her mons, but the rest of her pussy was shaved. She was fingering herself.

"We have company, aunty," I whispered, but aunty still performed her oral adoration of my cock, as Rosita moved closer to the side of the bed, her eyes glued to the tableau of aunt sucking nephew's cock. I was thoroughly enjoying what Aunty Pat was doing to me, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from Rosita's lithe, smooth, brown body.

Then aunty withdrew her mouth and straddled my cock, squatting above it. "Time for a little fuck, and don't come till I say, OK?" said Aunty Pat as she lowered her pussy, impaling herself on my eight inches of urgency.

For a few moments, Aunty Pat thrust up and down on my rigidity, then pulled away and knelt off to one side of my sweat-stained body. Then she spoke a few words in Spanish and Rosita stepped forward, placed her mouth over my helmet, which was now pinkly naked, owing to the fact that aunty's cunt had pulled my foreskin back, and sucked sweetly.

"I reminded Rosita that she said she'd suck you only after your cock had been up my cunt," said Aunty Pat, as her pool girl worked on my erection.

Then aunty tapped her employee on the shoulder, obviously a signal for her to withdraw. Aunty Pat then resumed her seat on my stiffness, plunging up and down about 10 times before once more pulling away and allowing Rosita to resume tasting my cunt-caressed cock.

Another tap from aunty, and the young woman stopped while my busty aunt resumed her place on my prick.

"This time I'm going to orgasm, darling," aunty informed me, before translating for Rosita, whose fingers had resumed their snatch strumming.

This time, Aunty Pat lowered herself onto my chest and our mouths interlocked in a passionate kiss before she raised her upper body and rubbed her 40-inches of big boobed breasts across my face, making me suck and lick at her erect nipples.

At last this achieved the result that aunty was looking for, and she started moan and cry "I'm coming, oh fuck me you young stud, fuck me" before shuddering and heaving to what sounded as if it was an immensely satisfying Big O. None of that, of course, required any translation for Rosita.

After aunty had rolled onto her back beside me, I pulled my foreskin back so it covered my cock tip, and then Rosita was jabbering away in Spanish to her boss.

Aunty Pat leant up on one elbow and smiled at me: "Rosita says she'd like to see you masturbate, she says that will excite her."

And so I began to work on my stiffy as Rosita looked on with her big brown eyes wide and taking every stroke in. Soon I was nearing the verge of ejaculation. I looked at aunty in question and she grinned: "Go ahead, let it fly!"

With a moan, I felt the wondrous surge of spunk flood from my balls up my shaft and then - as I pulled my foreskin back from the helmet slighty - a large glob of semen spurted onto my belly, then another, then another and finally a fourth, dismal little glob.

Before I quite knew what was happening, Rosita had leaned over the bed and rubbed her pert young breasts into the gooey substances I had deposited on myself.

Then, to my utter amazement, she knelt up beside me, Aunty Pat assumed the same position on the opposite side of my body and Rosita raised her breasts for aunty to suck and lick!

When Aunty Pat had completed her task at the young Spanish woman's almost black nipples and areolae, Rosita rubbed the palm of her left hand all over the sticky mess on my chest, until her palm was creamy and covered in my spunk.

She then ran her hand into aunty's pussy, checking on her palm a couple of times before being satisfied that Aunty Pat's pussy had absorbed the lotion.

Then Rosita lay back on the bed beside me, and Aunty Pat stood and straddled the lovely woman's face, lowering her spunk-smeared snatch onto the pool girl's mouth.

I watched in fascination as Rosita's mouth hungrily went to work on my aunt's pussy and realising that this was an all-girl affair, I climbed off the bed and walked down to the pool and plunged in for several cooling - and calming - lengths.

After my swim, I towelled down, covered my naked body in sun tan lotion and lay, face up on the recliner. I decided that the pretence of that ridiculously small posing pouch was now utterly unnecessary.

About 20 minutes after I had begun working on my suntan, the two naked ladies emerged from the house and hand-in-hand walked slowly down the pool steps into the shallow end.

I watched them, noting as I did that my penis was beginning to stir to life again. Then I saw aunty beckoning me into the pool, so I climbed from the recliner and walked down to join them, my penis growing ever-stiffer as I did so.

I waded over to where the two women were standing, a foot or so apart, smiling at each other.

Rosita gabbled out a couple of sentences and Aunty Pat smiled at me.

"Rosita says you're very sexy, Tony," she informed me, "but that she thinks I'm sexier. She hopes she hasn't offended you."

I smiled, then placed an arm around Rosita's berry-brown smooth shoulders and kissed her on the mouth, detecting as I did so, a strong aroma of pussy perfume.

I next transferred my attentions to Aunty Pat and kissed her mouth, noticing once more a strong smell of pussy.

"Aunty," I said, "will you tell Rosita that I think she's very fuckable, but nowhere near as fuckable as you.

"Oh - and I hope I haven't offended her!"

To be continued... 



My Aunt, My Love Ch. 04



The day after aunty and I had performed a fuck in front of her pool girl, Rosita, Aunty Pat and I were lounging by the pool. It was mid-morning and our naked bodies were gleaming with sun tan lotion, both of us darkly brown beneath the brilliant Spanish sun.

My penis was aroused and I looked across at aunty. "Aunty," I said, "do you think I'm a sex maniac? Look!" And with that, I pointed to my stiffness.

Aunty Pat, the 40-year-old former lingerie model and video sex star, stretched and smiled at me. "Course not, silly," she replied. "You're like a kid who's been given the key to the candy store.

"You try not to use the key all the time, but it's very difficult to resist the temptations in the store. Your cock is the key to the candy store. My cunt is the candy store, it's that simple." 

"So I'm quite normal?" I asked, stroking my turgid shaft.

"As normal as any eight-inch cocked young man who's fucking his aunty can be," laughed Aunty Pat. I took that as a compliment!

We lay back for a while, then Aunty Pat swung her legs from her recliner. "Time for my chair exercises, I think Tony," she told me. "I'll need your help with them."

"Chair exercises, aunty?" I queried, totally ignorant of what she was talking about.

"Just some little exercises I like to do in the kitchen - in fact, they could be done outside by the pool," she told me. "But today it's so damn hot, I think I'll do them inside. Ready?"

And with that she stood, slipped her high heels on and held out her hand. I gazed at her big breasts, the nipples shiny and erect, her shaved pussy gleaming with promise. My uncut cock started to stiffen even more as I took her hand and we walked into the kitchen.

Once inside the cool of the house, Aunty Pat pulled an armless, high-backed chair away from the kitchen table and placed it in a roomy space between the table and the large range. Then she stepped up on it, placing her feet on the outer sides and presenting her front towards me.

Her pose left me in absolutely no doubt what she intended me to do, so I stepped forward, placed my hands on the undersides of her lush bum and my mouth on her piss flaps. I gave her a tender kiss there, then drove down to her cunt, wet and inviting.

"Yes, Tony, yes, that's lovely," she said, stroking my long black hair with both hands as I performed my oral adoration at the musky, hugely aromatic minge.

My tongue delved into her vagina, tasting the sweetness of her sex juice, then I pulled out and flicked up between her labia to start sucking on her clitoris.

"Oh that's lovely, darling," Aunty Pat said, softly, as I sucked on her erect clit.

Then she pulled my head away from her pussy and turned around. When she was in position, aunty leaned over and grabbed the high back of the chair. "Now back there, darling," she said, in a husky voice.

This time I put my hands on her arse cheeks before placing my tongue against the brown crack of her anus. Pulling the buttocks slightly apart, thus presenting a pinkish anal interior, I flicked my tongue against the musky entrance. It tasted slightly salty and I drove up, while aunty let out a long, slow sigh.

"Oh Tony, that's so lovely, I just love analingus, you're so good, so good," she informed me as I pressed my face deep into her backside.

After a few minutes of arse licking and kissing, I removed my face as aunty straightened up and turned around again before sitting on the chair, facing me.

"Now, a bit of exercise with this proud young fellow," said Aunty Pat, and taking my ball sac in one hand and pulling my erection to her lush tits, she placed it between the big brown globes and whispered: "Tit fuck time, Tony. But don't come, we've got a few more exercises to go yet!"

My penis, which is not circumcised, started a fucking movement between her slippery mounds, the foreskin being pulled back almost to the ring on its upstroke, then sliding back to cover my cock head on the downstroke. The friction was intensely arousing, and I had to concentrate very hard on not coming!

After some minutes of the tit fuck, Aunty Pat sat back, withdrawing her breasts from the attentions of my cock, now slippery from its smearing with sun tan lotion from her big boobs.

"Now a little oral exercise, I think," said my aunt, and she lowered her face to my penis and began to suck the first three inches or so of my hard-on, while stroking my ball sac with one hand. Again all my forces of concentration were needed to deny my balls permission to shoot my overnight load of spunk up my shaft and into her mouth.

After a brief period of fellatio, aunty stopped sucking and stood, presenting her back to me, her feet spread wide, her hands grasping the top of the chair back. "Lick my anus, there's a pet," she ordered, and I knelt to perform more anal adoration.

"Now wet it, get it really damp," said my aunt, and I deposited several globs of spit there.

"Now put your willy in it, there's a darling," said Aunty Pat, a tremor of excitement running through her voice.

I placed my erection against the wetness of her anus and pressed slowly against her brown rosebud aperture. Gradually I eased myself into her back passage, until my pubic bone was banging against her nates as I arse fucked her, my hands reaching around her front to cup her beautiful big breasts.

"Now my cunt, darling!" came the next order, and I withdrew my pulsating prick from one smooth orifice before thrusting it in one smooth, plunging stroke into another, once again delighting in the soft satiny feel of her cunt.

But I was not allowed to play there for long. Aunty pulled off me, and indicated I was to be seated. When I was on the chair, she stepped forward, placed her feet on either side of the chair, then straddled my groin before sitting down on my erection.

Once more I thrilled to the slippery smoothness of her vagina as it grasped my cock. Then aunty pressed her big boobs against my face and pleaded: "Suck my nipples, suck!"

I tongued and licked at first one nipple, then running my tongue across the heaving mounds, did the same to the other. Soon, very soon, Aunty Pat was crying and sobbing and humping and heaving on me before she called out "Yes, that's it, that's it!" and she came.

She hugged me tight, her upper body quivering and trembling as the orgasm ebbed, then stood up and told me to stand, as well.

I obeyed, and Aunty Pat placed her hands on the back of the chair and put her feet close together, her buttock cheeks clenched tight.

"Now place your cock on my arse crack, Tony," she told me.

I stepped behind her and laid my cock on the crack between her cheeks, its tip, foreskin pulled back, pinkly pointing up at me. Then I began to rub my slippery shaft up and down in the arse crack, aunty assisting by thrusting her cheeks back against me as I masturbated on her.

Finally all the overnight tension was released in a sudden spurt from my balls and a thick glob of semen shot out to plop silently on aunty's lotioned and sweat-smeared back. This was followed almost instantly by a second glob, then a third, before I reached the end of a knee-trembling ejaculation.

"Oh fuck, that was great, aunty," I panted, bending over to plant a kiss on her cheek, my hands still cupping her nipple-hard breasts.

"Clean me, there's a dear," said aunty, and I applied tissues to her back till all signs of my emissions were gone.

Outside again, we lay by the pool, this time sucking on lovely cold bottles of San Miguel.

Aunty Pat smiled at me and asked: "Well, Tony, how did you enjoy helping me in my chair exercises?"

I took another gulp at the San Mig, and told her: "That ejaculation I had was one of the finest I've ever experienced, aunty. It was all the pent-up overnight tension, I guess."

Aunty nodded. "And the fact that you were involved in all sorts of adoration games on my body before you were allowed your release, I think, Tony."

We lay back, luxuriating in the warmth, when Aunty Pat propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me. "What say, after lunch, we play chair exercises again - only this time, you can be the person calling the shots, as it were."

My penis was already starting to quiver at the thought. "Lovely, can't wait till after lunch," I told her.

"Oh, OK, you smooth-talking bastard," she laughed. "Reckon you're ready again so soon?"

I swung my legs onto the tiles between our two recliners and stood beside her. "What's it look like, aunty?" I said, as my prick stood stiff and ready for more action.

"You're incorrigible, Tony," she laughed. "OK, let's go."

Back in the kitchen, the chair where we had "exercised" about an hour ago stood in the same place, and I stepped up onto it and presented my front towards aunty.

Pat stood in front of me and, keeping her hands by her sides, flicked her tongue out against the underside of my scrotum, licking first one testicle, then the other. Her tongue then traced a path from the base of my shaft up my cock to the tip, glistening already with pre-cum.

Opening her mouth, but still only using her mouth and not touching me with her hands, Aunty Pat sucked the top couple of inches, her wet mouth mingling with my pre-ejaculation juice.

"Oh fuck, that's so fucking gorgeous, aunty," I gasped as she slowly fellated me. Then I decided it was time for a move.

Without warning, I pulled my cock away and turned to present my cheeks to her, bending slightly to grasp the top of the chair back.

This time, Aunty Pat brought her hands into play, pulling my buttock cheeks wide to allow herself untrammelled access to my anus. I gasped as I felt the wetness of her tongue inching its way into the first half an inch or so of my rectum, then she pulled back and began to lick and kiss me there, thrilling me with every contact.

Soon I decided on another switch. Moving around again, my throbbing cock almost poking her in the eye, I sat down. Aunty smiled and turned her back on me before impaling herself on my erection, her cunt readily accessible to my cock.

I cupped her breasts in both hands, but she took my left hand from her left breast and placed it on her pussy, so I began to massage her clit as she bounced up and down on my pulsing prick.

It didn't take long for her to bounce her way to a noisy orgasm, then she relaxed and fell back against my upper torso, our mouths meeting in a meltingly soft, sweet kiss.

I allowed my cock to slide from her satiny snatch, then helped her to her feet. Standing behind her as she grasped the chair back, I once more rubbed my cock against her bunched buttocks until I again shot my spunk onto her back in an "instant replay" of my climax from earlier that morning.

The rest of the holiday went far too quickly. There was the occasional "display fuck" for the pool girl, Rosita, but mostly it was me and Aunty Pat, lusting after each other and playing lots of "chair exercise" games.

Well, as I said when I started this story, I'm 20-years-old now and living back in London. I'm in a stable relationship with a woman 19 years older than me, influenced obviously by the fact that Aunty Pat was 22 years my senior when she seduced me in Spain two years ago.

My new lady is busty, like Aunty Pat, and has a lovely shaved snatch. I've also introduced her to the "chair exercises" and we always end with me wanking away with my cock in her arse crack until I shoot my spunk onto her back.

She thinks it's a strange way to come, but as long as I give her arousing clitoral orgasms she doesn't seem to mind.

Just like Aunty Pat, really.

THE END