0 comments/ 86137 views/ 5 favorites Min By: 80niner For those who read AUNT FRAN this a continuation of the same characters. Maybe you should read AUNT FRAN first. MIN Aunt Fran and Min seldom missed a card playing day that, somehow or other, sexual innuendo did not enter the conversation. Aunt said she did not care to discuss the topic but she usually brought it up. As much as she said she did not approve of Min's outlook on the subject, she seldom missed an opportunity to steer the conversation in that direction. I believe Min was the only person in Aunt's sheltered life that ventured mention of the forbidden subject. That afternoon Aunt brought up Min's long dead husband, Harmon. "He's been dead a long time, I guess." "Harm left me with an empty space in my heart and a wanting in my nether places" sighed Min. Aunt feigned shock. "What a terrible thing to say. "My man popped a mighty fine boner when he was alive," croaked Min as she lit another cigarette. "Yes, old Harm's hard-ons got stiffer than a poker till the day he got sick on me and died." She shook her head wistfully. "What a banger that man had. He took my breath away, that's for sure. He could slam it up me till my knees wouldn't work to hold me up." "How can you talk like that?" gasped Aunt. "I've never heard a woman talk such things in all my born days. It don't seem fit talking about what the dead done in their bedroom." "Sheittt!" exploded Min. "Twern't necessarily in the bedroom. Sometimes we wound up on the kitchen floor or in the backyard grass under the stars." "I can't believe it." Aunt's was voice a mixture of awe and disapproval. "No doubt about it," chortled Min, "Harm was one fancy fucker, God rest his soul." "Great heavens!" whispered Aunt who had probably never heard the "F" word spoken out loud. "I can't believe a grown woman would talk that way about the dead and the sinning she done with him." "Yes ma'am," bragged Min, "my man had himself some hunk of gristle tween his legs and, let me tell you, he knew how to use it." "Well," said Aunt. "I always tried to avoid looking at Joe but there were times when there was no missing it. He'd leave his clothes in the bathroom and come parading in, naked as a jabbered, that ugly thing pointing out in front of him. Those nights I'd know I was in for a pounding and he'd keep at it till I was rubbed sore. I always felt I was walking funny next morning and people knew what he done to me." "Sounds like you didn't cater to getting humped," said Min. "Me? I'd bed down Scrooge. If he come scratching at my parsley patch I'd let him at my goodies for sure." "Whatever you want to call it, I dreaded it," said Aunt. "I'd say fucking's a knack. Some men got it, some don't. It's a shame you didn't get a live one." "I think it was me." said Aunt. "I always thought it was my fault." *** Another day I came home early and slipped upstairs. I heard the women talking in the kitchen. I took off my shoes and went in to my little den and went to the grating where I heard the Min and Aunt in serious conversation. "Speaking of boners," said Min casually, as she shuffled the Canasta Deck, "you had anymore sightings of Jack's working out the big one?" "Good Lord!" sighed Aunt. "Once was enough for these tired old eyes to see that." Min snorted. "Har! Reckon if I saw it once I'd be hankering for another viewing." "Since Jack come home, I been having nasty thoughts and nasty feelings down there," said Aunt. "I feel so ashamed of myself." "I reckon you got a thrill or two coming in your life. From my way of thinking, you ain't had many. Aunt shuddered. "I can't get the sight of him out of my mind. Especially since I told you about it. Sometimes" she confessed, "when that boy teases me by smacking my backside, I get moist down there. In all my born born I never had those feelings so strong." "Aw Hon, you got to know that's your old pussy weeping for attention." Min let her hand drop to Aunt's thigh. "Sheeit, Hon, such feelings is normal in a woman. Everybody gets 'em or ought to." "They happen, sometimes, when we're doing our nasty talking like we are now." "It's not nasty," insisted Min, "We're doing some straight from the shoulder, honest talk. I got to admit I wouldn't mind having a big bone put to me one more time." "Good Lord! How you talk," gasped Aunt. "And at your age." "Age has got nothing to do with it," declared Min. "If I was to get a glimpse of his thang, I'd go after it tooth and tongue." "That's a terrible thing to say!" "Meant every word of it. I got to tell you it's been some time since a man had me on my back." Min winked at Aunt. "Now you already admitted that thinking about Jack's thang has give you the weeps down below. I reckon I'd be wanting some if I was to get a glimpse of it." "..Why. . .Why. . . I raised that boy. He's like a son to me. That would be just terrible." "A good solid boning would do both us old gals a world of good." "Disgusting," breathed Aunt." "Put a little color in your bottom cheeks," declared Min. Aunt was speechless. "If it was up to me," declared the old woman, "I'd be giving that boy all the nookey he could handle." Aunt shook her head. "I'm seventy-two years old. I haven't had relations with a man in nearly twenty years and glad of it." "About time you got something stiff rammed up your cooze," said Min. "Clean out your pipes. Stoke the fire before it goes out completely." "Never had much fire," confessed Aunt. "Having a man on top of me never done it for me." "Bet Jack could give you a good poking," teased Min. "You're getting me all upset," said Aunt. "You're making me feel strange in places that never felt much." "Har!" said Min, "I've had a moist crack of my own since the subject of the boy's boner came up." "Comes from unhealthy thinking." declared Aunt. "Makes for some fine screwing," said Min. "Tones up the system, puts spring in your ass." "That don't seen natural to me." "Hon," said Min, "You got to tiddle your wink ever once in a while to keep it in trim." "I don't know what you're talking about." Min squeezed Aunt's thigh a little harder. "What you got to do is scratch what itches. Rub where it does the most good." "Are saying I should abuse myself?" "I talking about tickling that place tween your legs any way that feels good. You got to exercise yourn like your boy exercises his." I couldn't," said Aunt." "Course you could," soothed Min. Her hand dipped below Aunt's knee and pushed up under the full skirt of her dress. Aunt froze. She watched, spellbound, as pale, bare skin was exposed and the bony, brown hand crept along the inside of her heavy, milk white thigh. Her voice was a bare whisper, a croak. "What on earth are you doing?" "Now don't get upset. Fixing to make you feel better," croaked Min. "I'm aiming to make you feel like you never felt in your whole miserable, lonesome life." "Your hand," breathed Aunt. "It's giving me the nasty feelings." "Aim to give you a lot more," said Min. "Now raise that fat butt and let me drag those pantaloons off your sorry ass." "How you talk, " gasped Aunt. But, as if hypnotized, she raised her hips and let Min tug the rayon bloomers all the way off. Min tossed the pink, underpants on the floor. She pushed the dress up until Aunt's sparsely foliated cleft was exposed to another for the first time since her husband had stopped sleeping with her twenty years before. Min's fingers combed the sparse, blond/gray kinky curls and one finger lightly stroked the small clit at the top of Aunt's puffy slit. "That tickles," breathed Aunt. "You're making me all quivery. "Gonna tickle you a lot more." "Tickles something awful," protested Aunt. "Good," said Min. "Gonna tickle you right out of your panties." "My panties are already off." giggled Aunt. "You took them." "So they are," agreed Min. She slowly lowered herself to her knees between Aunt's legs, pressing the meaty thighs further apart. She moved forward and placed her head between Aunt's fat thighs. "You shouldn't," moaned Aunt, but she did nothing to stop the other woman. "You know you're wanting it," hissed Min. "Now I don't want you telling about this to nobody," warned Min. "This is between us." "What on earth are you doing," gasped Aunt. "Setting to make you see stars and hear the bells ring." Min's face disappeared between the massive, white thighs Her voice became muffled as her mouth neared the target. "Fixing to taste your nasty, old pussy," breathed the skinny woman. "Going to lap at it real good. Gonna lap pussy till you cream and scream." Aunt's bottom raised off the chair at the first contact with Min's tongue. Her in drawn breath was so sharp I swear her whole chest swole up. Her hands griped the seat on both sides of her chair. Her thighs fell further apart. "Oh my God!" moaned Aunt. "What you're doing is so nasty. So nasty." Min's head bobbed steadily between the thick, white thighs. Her hands came around to clutch a fist full of Aunt's fat ass on either side. One of Aunt's hands came to rest on the other woman's head and seemingly guided it to where the sensations were most intense. Aunt's squirming grew stronger. She could not control her little squeals and moans as Min kept to her task. Suddenly Aunt shuddered. Her thighs clamped tightly on the old woman's head. She screamed. "Oh God!!!" Her head shook from side to side. Her hips rocked in a fucking motion up and off the chair then plopping down to rise again. Min held on. Her tongue never lost contact with the sensitive core of the writhing woman. Aunt's feet braced on the floor. She arched and froze with her fat buttocks clenched, hanging in space. She remained suspended for several seconds before settling back onto the chair. Her head listed to one side, her body completely limp. Min freed her head from the trap of Aunt's heavy thighs. Her face was red and her lips glistened from Aunt's juices. She looked up and smiled sweetly. "Have a good cum, Hon?" "Oh God! What would we have done if Jack had walked in!" "Reckon we'd have had to let him screw the both, of us," tittered Min. "What you did to me. Soooo nasty," moaned Aunt. "Liked it a lot, didn't you?" tittered Min as she licked her lips. "Thought I was going to die," breathed Aunt. I never even heard of such goings on, leave alone having it happening to me." Min wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Just proved you can learn something new every day." Aunt shook her head. "Using your mouth down there. I don't see how you could do that." "Aw, You don't taste all that bad and it was worth it hearing you make all those happy noises." "I made noises?" Like to have screamed your head off when you come. Probably roused the neighborhood." "Oh my God!" gasped Aunt. "Suppose the neighbors heard. What would they think?" Min grinned. "Reckon they'd figure you was doing the nasty with a man and getting the bejabbors tickled out of you." "Never had such a feeling in all my born days," said Aunt. "I don't think my heart is ever going to stop pounding." Min withdrew her hand from the gap in her dress and patted her own crotch. "Fingered my myself into a good one too." "You was playing with yourself?" "Figured I might as well. Wasn't counting on you to return the compliment. "I wouldn't know where to begin and that's the truth." "A finger or two works when there's nothing else." Min shook her head. "Course something longer and stiffer would hit the spot a mite better." "You put things inside yourself and don't feel no shame in doing it?" asked Aunt. "I don't brag about it to the neighbors," said Min, "but I've shoved a few brush handles up the old puss." She lay a hand on Aunt's meaty thigh. "Don't tell me you've never." With Min squeezing the bare flesh high up on her naked thigh, Aunt became suddenly aware of her exposed crotch and of the old lady still on her knees staring into it. "Can't be pleasant eying what you're looking at." "Ain't seen many of them things besides peeking at my own in the looking glass,"confessed Min. "I'd like you to know I ain't in the habit of doing what I done for you just now." "Never thought you was," said Aunt. "Thank you for that," replied Min. Now answer me. Tell me that you've shoved a thing or two up that old snatch and made it feel good." "Never thought I'd admit doing that, ever." whispered Aunt. "I just knew you had," tittered Min triumphantly and patted Aunt's pussy. I'm proud of you." "There's an old, round wooden potato masher," confessed Aunt. "I sometimes use the handle. Afterwards, I feel so guilty." "You work it up inside you?" Aunt nodded, shamefully." "It's only natural, wanting something to fill that empty space," said Min. "It's so gross." "Pleasuring yourself," said Min. "Every lady needs to pleasure herself if there's nobody to do it for her." "Nothing ever made me feel the way you did just now," said Aunt. "There'll be other days." "I've never seen another woman, you know, down there." "I got to say," said Min, "You got the hairiest snatch there old eyes ever saw." "Is it that ugly?" asked Aunt. "Next time, I'll give a peek at mine," promised Min, "maybe even let you kiss it." *** I went around to the back of Min's house and opened the gate in the high fence surrounding the backyard. Min lay on her stomach, on a faded blanket. Outside of a broad-brimmed straw hat and a pair of dark sun glasses, she was as naked as the day she was born. Her brown skin was surprisingly smooth over round, thin tapering thighs and a taut, nicely rounded butt. "Like what you're seeing?" cackled the old woman. "You look great," I stammered. "You'd loose your pants and join me," Min licked her lips, "that is, if you was any kind of a gentleman." "You mean it?" "Course I mean it." "What if somebody should stop by?" "Let 'em find their own fuck party." I reached for my belt. "I've never done it outside." Min licked her lips again and raised her shoulders, displaying her small, rounded breasts with sizable nipples that pointed outward. "I'm figuring your woodie will like a breath of fresh air." "You mean it?" She nodded approvingly as I shucked my clothes. "You're hung real nice." Min chuckled. "You know that thing of yours shocked the shit out of your aunt." My heart pounded. "She told you about that?" "I think she was overwhelmed. Her hubby had a little parlor prick that would no more than tickle a more experienced woman." "I wouldn't know, but he wasn't a very big man. I remember that." "Well there's little men what has big cocks," said Min, "but your uncle wasn't one of them." "You're talking like you were acquainted with the fact." Min shrugged. "He dipped his wick in my honey pot a time or two. He was no big deal." "I guess Aunt doesn't know about that." "Ain't about to mention it. Wouldn't accomplish nothing and might make her unhappy. No sense in doing that." "Guess not," I agreed. "That man had a preference for the back hole. Figuring his size, I guess that place was a lot tighter." I whistled. "So, that being the case, Aunt got it shoved up her rear place some too." "Probably why he never begot any children," observed Min. I got down on the blanked beside her and ran my fingers over the raised, taut globes of her amazingly smooth buttocks." "I can see from the start that you're an ass man," cackled Min. "Feels good," I murmured. "For me too," said Min. "but I can tell you like it by the way your pole is pointing up. And I can feel for a fact that you appreciate this old ass." "I do for sure." "Well now," purred Min, "Is all old asses you have yen for or is it just mine you get the hots for?" "Yours is the one I've thought about for a long time." "And you pulled your pud, thinking about me?" "I've admitted to doing that." "You ever thought about your aunt's fat butt and doing her." "Not really." "Maybe you should." "I like your butt." I worked my fingers down until my fingers found her pussy crack and the moisture she was making there. "You ever see your Auntie's" "When I was a boy, I peeked through the keyhole when she was taking a bath." "And you saw it?" "I remember it being real big and white." Min squirmed on my fingers and worked them up inside of her lubricating channel. Her hip began a gentle fucking motion. "I got to say you're getting this old lady in the mood for some young man fucking." She pulled away from my hand and rolled onto her back. She parted her legs and opened her lower lips with her fingers. "Come on, Boy. I'm ready for you. Are you ready for me?" I crawled between her legs and aimed my cock for her opening. I entered and sank down until I was full in her. "Whooee, Boy. You are a load." "Like it?" "Love it. Come on, my boy, fuck this old lady good." *** Like every other Wednesday afternoon, Aunt Fran and Min played Canasta. Min shuffled the cards. "What say, Hon, want to make the game more interesting?" "What have you got in mind?" asked Aunt. "Let's say the loser of each hand has to take off some of her clothes." "Till somebody's naked?" "That's right." "That sounds right nasty," tittered Aunt. "Bashful?" teased Min. "I reckon I am, some." "No need to be," said Min. "Basically, us girls got the same equipment" "Mighty old girls," said Aunt. "Too old to be playing privy games and exposing ourselves." "Oh I don't know," croaked Min. "I thought you might be interested in seeing what I got down there." "We ain't mentioned it since," said Aunt, "But you got a mighty good view of mine last week when you went and pulled off my bloomers. Maybe I'm entitled." "You didn't do much objecting at the time," parried Min. "When you done what you done, I was too shocked to move. I got all quivery inside." "Didn't hear no complaints." "I never heard of a woman using her tongue where you did, the way you did." "Eating pussy?" said Min. "I reckon that was a first for me, being on the giving end, that is." "You've had that done to you?" "There's been a few men that's had a nibble or two at my hair pie." "My man would have never done that." He was a Arab, weren't he? "A Syrian," acknowledged Aunt. "I guess he done things different. I hear they didn't wait for their women to get their pleasure." "He never gave me none, that's a fact." "What pleasure you got you had to find yourself?" Aunt nodded. "I always felt guilty." "So, do we need a game to get us out of our clothes or should we just go ahead and get naked and do what we're both wanting?" Aunt giggled. "What would that be?" "Well now, I reckon that would be showing our hairy cunts and making something happen." "We shouldn't." "But you're wanting to." "Oh GOD! Yes." Min stood and opened the top button of her dress. "Lets be shucking our bloomers." Aunt Fran suppressed a giggle. "To tell the truth, I haven't worn none since you pulled them off." "Do tell?" "I case you wanted to do what we're doing, I thought I'd surprise you." "You're admitting you liked old Min's tonguing of your hairy twat?" "I never had such feelings." "Was you planning on returning the favor." "Well, I don't know." "Turn about is fair play," said Min." "I know. It's just. . ." "So dirty?" "Yes." "Well," Min slipped out of her dress and let her fall to her feet. "Getting down and dirty is what makes it fun." Min wore no panties or bra and her small, rounded breasts sagged but little on a bony chest. Her big nipples were semi-erect, whether from the the cooler air or her excitement only Min knew. The old woman stood naked in her shoes and cotton stockings that stopped below the knee. Min Japanske Älskare Första gången jag träffade Teino var på en fest dit min vän Donna hade släpat mig. När vi komd it var musiken högljudd, folk började bli skapligt fulla och flirtiga. Donna raggade snabbt upp en bredaxlad blond kille, men jag strövade omkring i huset med min öl. Jag hittade honom en trappa upp, i arbetsrummet. Han satt på en soffa och tittade på Jay Leno Show. - Är du lika uttråkad av allt det här som vad jag är? sa jag, och satte mig bredvid honom på soffan. - Jag antar det, sa han. Jag heter Teino Suke. - Miranda Wilson, sa jag, och skakade hand med honom. Trevligt att träffas. Vi började prata, och glömde alldeles bort Jay Leno. Det visade sig att vi hade en del gemensamma intressen. Teino var väldigt trevlig att tala med, han hade en behaglig röst, och han var artig och charmig. Han var snygg också, med en slank kropp och ett finmejslat ansikte med höga kindeben, smal näsa, bruna ögon, och en rosa putmun. Han var vacker, fast på ett maskulint sätt. Han berättade att han var utbytesstudent från Japan, från staden Kobe. Hans far ägde flera dataföretag, och Teino hade lärt sig engelska på en internatskola i England. Jag gillade hans sätt att prata. Han hade en brittisk accent, och uttalade orden på det asiatiska sättet, med korta vokaler. - Berätta om dig själv, Miranda, bad han. Så jag berättade för honom om min barndom i Iowa, och hur jag hade flyttat hit för att studera till advokat, och hur jag jobbade deltid på ett cafe för att försörja mig medan jag pluggade. Han släppte mig inte med blicken en sekund medan jag talade. Han drack ur sin öl och ställde glaset på bordet. Jag berättade för honom att jag egentligen inte hade velat gå på den här festen, eftersom jag var lite nere. Min pojkvän hade dumpat mig för en annan tjej bara fyra dagar innan. - Han måste vara en idiot, sa Teino. - Ja, sa jag kort Jag saknar honom egentligen inte. Men det sårar mig att han var otrogen mot mig. Teino smekte mitt korta, blonda, lockiga hår. - Om du hade varit MIN flickvän, skulle jag aldrig vara otrogen mot dig, viskade han. Jag såg in i hans ögon. Han hade så vackra ögon. Sexiga ögon. Hans ögonlock hängde över ytterkanten på ögonen. Konstigt att jag aldrig tidigare har lagt märke till hur sexigt det är. Vilt. Mystiskt. Busigt. Utan att vara medveten om det, lutade jag mig närmare honom, och han kysste mig. Försiktigt, utan tunga. Han kysste mig igen och igen, och jag lade armarna om honom, och så satt vi där och kysstes, som små barn. Jag kände hur han höll om mig, och jag gned min tunga min hans underläpp, slickade den, smekte den, tog den mellan mina läppar och sög på den. Han slötsina otroliga ögon och stack in sin tunga i min mun. Våra tungor lekte med varandra, sakta, sakta. Mina händer gled över hans kropp, njöt av känslan av en hård, manlig kropp, varm och levande, mot min egen. Mina händer smet in under hans skjorta, drog upp hans svarta T-shirt ur jeansen, och smekte hans feberheta hud. Han suckade av vällust, och hans händer smekte min rygg, gled över mina höfter, min midja, och upp vid sidan om mina bröst. Han smekte hela min kropp, utom de ställen som önskade bli berörda allra mest. Jag drog i hans T-shirt, och han höjde armarna och lät mig dra av både skjortan och T-shirten. Nu kunde jag lättare nå att röra vid hans smala överkropp, slicka hans hals, och suga på hans bröstvårtor. Hans grepp om min midja hårdnade, och han drog mig närmare. Han såg mig i ögonen medan han drog ner blusens dragkedja, som om han var rädd att jag skulle stoppa honom. Jo, visst att jag skulle! Min kropp var varm och tung, och min fitta börja kännas fuktig, och det bara efter att ha kysst Teino! Jag drog fingrarna genom hans sträva, svarta hår. Han drog av mig blusen och öppnade min BH. Mina bröst var inte särskilt stora, men de hade åtminstone den fördelen att de inte hängde, utan stod rakt ut. Teino lutade sig fram och kysste först min vänstra och sen min högra bröstvårta, och när jag undslapp mig ett "mmmmmm" av njutning, började han suga på mina bröstvårtor och smeka mina bröst. Jag tror att mina bröstvårtor måste vara direkt kopplade till min fitta, för när han retade dem, kände jag hur det pirrade i min fitta. Mina fingrar fumlade med hans bälte. Han hjälpte mig att öppna det. Jag knäppte upp knapparna i hans gylf och stack in min hand, smekte hans hårda kuk genom kalsongerna, och han jämrade sig svagt. Han höjde huvudet och såg på mig. - Jag vill älska med dig, viskade han. - Klä av dig, då, viskade jag tillbaka. Han drog sig bakåt litegrann, och tog av sig jeansen och kalsongerna. Hans kuk for upp och slog mot hans mage med ett floppande ljud. Det var inte den största kuk jag någonsin hade sett, men den var proportionerlig och hade pulserande ådror som slingrade sig som små ormar uppför skaftet. Den var oomskuren. Teino tog den i handen och drog skinnet bakåt. Ett mörkt rosa, skimrande huvud dök fram ur den skinnpåse det gömt sig i. - Ta av dig kjolen, sa han. Jag drog upp dragkedjan i min korta, snäva, svarta läderkjol, och ålade mig ur den. Mina trosor följde med på samma gång. Teino smekte mina lår och lät en hand glida upp till min fitta. Han stack in två fingrar i mig. - Du är redan våt! sa han. - Jag vill ha dig, svarade jag. - Vilken fin fitta, suckade Teino. Får jag slicka den? "Får jag?" Vilken dum fråga! Men samtidigt tyckte jag om hans varsamhet... den var sexig, på något sätt. - Sätt igång, sa jag. Han lade ner mig på soffan och särade mina ben. Han böjde sig ner och kysste sig uppför mitt ben, från knät, över låret, tills han äntligen nådde min längtande fitta. Hans välskapta händer vilade mot min kulle, och han särade mina håriga läppar med tummarna, och drog med tungan mellan den. Hans kyssar var precis lika ljuvliga på min andra läppar som de hade varit på min mun. Hans tunga gled långsamt över min klitta, dränkte den i mjuka, våta, retsamma slickar, som var så mycket mer erotiska än de snabba, darrande slickar jag fått av andra killar. Teino hade inte ljugit för mig – han knullade inte med mig. Han älskade med mig. Han stimulerade mig, och sig själv samtidigt, men varje gång någon av oss närmade sig klimax, avbröt han sig och kysste mina lår och min mage. - Du retas med mig, sa jag. Du gör mig galen. Jag vill ha dig inuti mig! Nu! Teino sträckte sig efter sina jeans på golvet och tog fram en kondom ur bakfickan. Jag satte mig upp och tog den ifrån honom. Jag öppnade paketet med tänderna, tog ut kondomen, och grep om hans kuk med min andra hand. Jag runkade honom lite. - Du är hård som sten! kuttrade jag förtjust. Teino log. Jag drog tillbaka hans förhud och rullade på kndomen. Jag lekte med hans ballar, böjde mig fram och slickade på dem. Jag tog dem i munnen och sög på dem, lekte med dem med tungan. Teino flämtade till och drog undan mig. - Gjorde jag illa dig? sa jag. - Nej! sa han. Men det är... det är alldeles FÖR skönt. Det gick nästan för mig. Och jag vill inte komma förrän jag fått en chans att komma in i dig. Återigen la han ner mig på soffan, och särade på mina ben. Jag slog armarna om honom och drog honom till mig. Han tog sin kuk i ena handen och förde den mot min öppning. Han trängde försiktigt in i mig, och pressade in hela sin kuk in i mig, ända till roten. Han stannade upp en sekund och bara låg stilla inuti mig, smekte mitt hår, och såg mig i ögonen. - Det är så skönt att vara inne i dig, viskade han. Din fitta är så mjuk och varm och våt. Jag böjde på ryggen, tryckte mig mot honom, försökte få någon sorts friktio, och han förstod vad jag ville ha. Han drog ut sin kuk tills bara dess huvud var kvar inuti mig, och sen tryckte han in den hela vägen igen. - Fortare! sa jag. Hårdare! Han ökade farten, men hans rörelser var fortfarande för mjuka och försiktiga för att jag skulle kunna känna något. - Teino, snälla du... sa jag. Jag vill ha det hårdare! - Men jag är rädd att jag ska göra dig illa, protesterade han. - Jag är inte gjord av glas! sa jag. Jag behöver det hårdare! Kom igen! Jag daskade till hans rumpa, vilket först verkade chockera honom, men så log han okynnigt. - Okej, sa han. Så du vill ha det hårt? Då ska jag ge dig något hårt! Han stötte kraftigt in i mig, och jag stönade lyckligt. Äntligen! Det långa förspelet hade byggt upp en enorm, passionerad lust i mig, en spänning som skrek efter att få utlösning. Teinos hårda pumpande förde mig närmare och närmare kanten, och jag stönade och jämrade mig. Teino slutade röra sig. - Miranda, gjorde jag illa dig? sa han, orolig. Jag ville bara svära. Jag hade ju varit så nära! - Nej! sa jag. Det är bara så skönt! Du gör mig så het... snälla, sluta inte! Jag är så nära... Snälla du... Mina ord hetsade upp honom och fick honom att stöna, och han fortsatte att stöta in i min fitta, som nu värkte efter att få komma. Han höll i mina höfter och rammade in kuken i mig. Hans stönanden blev mer intensiva. Jag märkte att han var nära att komma, han också. - Åh, nej! flämtade han. Inte än! - Kom, baby! hetsade jag honom. Kom med mig! - Jag ville inte komma än! gnällde han. Jag vill bara fortsätta så här i evighet! Det är så skönt... att vara inne i dig! - Jag måste få komma! tiggde jag. Snälla Teino, sluta inte! Vi kan göra det en gång till sen! Och längre! Men snälla, låt mig få komma nu, jag orkar inte mer nu! - Åååååh..! jämrade sig Teino mellan sammanbitna tänder, och släppte äntligen av på sin självkontroll. Hans ansikte förvreds som om han plågades, och han bet ihop tänderna för att kväva sina skrik. Han kastade huvudet bakåt, och hela hans kropp blev stel. Hans fingrars grepp om mitt ,hår gjorde nästan ont, men jag kände det knappt. Jag kunde inte se något annat än Teinos vackra ansikte då en enorm lättnad föll över det; jag kunde inte höra något annat än hans kvidande andning som matchade min egen; och jag kunde inte känna något annat än hur min fitta drog ihop sig i underbara kramper runt Teino's kuk. Jag tror att jag tappade medvetandet en liten stund. Jag vaknade omedelbart, och besvarade Teino's sensuella kyss. Han drog sig ur och lade sig bredvid mig, klämde in sig mellan min kropp och soffans ryggstöd. Vi låg där, nakna, och vi höll om varann och kysstes. Jag hörde musiken från festen en trappa ner. - Miranda... viskade han. Vill du bli mor till mina barn? Jag flinade brett, och drog av honom kondomen... Min Aunt stared at the brownish, rubbery nubs standing out from the large brown aureoles and unconsciously licked her dry lips. "Your titties are right pretty like that," said Aunt. "Kind of small," said Min, "But sensitive as all get out." She looked at Aunts fingers frozen at the neck of her dress. "Well c'mon, woman, let's be seeing yours." Aunt opened the dress, slipped out of the arms and let it fall to her feet. She removed her slip and, outside of her shoes and stockings, stood as bare as her friend. "I feel so naked." "That's cause you are." Min scratched the thick mat of dark, wiry curls at the triangle of her sex. "Well I reckon there's my pussy smiling at you." Aunt looked down at her own hairy triangle and the deep crack that was partly obscured by the light brown covering. "You look much nicer down there and you got a smaller backside. I've got this old, fat bottom." "You got a lot more to smack," admitted Min. "It might be fun slapping that big bottom and watch it wobble like Jello." "You're terrible. You know, Jack likes to smack it." She tittered. "Through my clothes, of course." "Maybe you should let him smack it bare, like I'm going to do." "Hell," spat out Min, "you can smack my ass if it gives you any pleasure. And you can lick my pussy which I know will give me some." "You talk so nasty," tittered Aunt. "You know I couldn't do that." Min reached out and smacked Aunts ass, not hard but it made quite a sound in the quiet kitchen. "So sue me for being nasty. Sue me for making you come out of your shell. Hell! Maybe you can sue me for making you come in your pants or maybe you'll come after getting out of them." "I am out of them," protested Aunt. "You smacked me and made my bottom tingle something fierce." "Shame on me," cackled Min. "Want another one? Might make your pussy cream." "Just Terrible," tittered Aunt, "It's just terrible doing what we're doing." "Ain't it just? My pussy's drooling already." Min looked around. "You got somewhere more comfortable where we might go to get down and dirty?" Aunt tittered. "How you do talk. You come right out and say I'd never dare whisper." "We could sit on your sofa in the front room but we'd probably get our juices smelling it up and when Jack comes home the odor of two hot old women juicing up will probably give him another boner." Aunt's hand went to her mouth as she gasped. "OH God! What if Jack should walk in on us when we're like this." "He'd sprout a boner for sure." Min giggled. "Think he let us play with it?" "Don't even joke about it. Aunt picked up her clothes. "Gather up your duds. We can go upstairs and get on my bed." Min bent to retrieve her clothes from the floor and Aunt brought back her hand and smacked Min on her small, rounded butt. The crack was quite loud as the hand connected with Min's slender, rounded ass cheeks. A bit of color replaced the tanned color. "God Damn!" erupted Min. "You pack a nasty wallop, for sure." "Now you know how it feels," said Aunt." "Honey, I already knew how it it feels. Don't be thinking you got any cherry from this old butt." She moved through the living room to the stairs and paused "You lead the way." "Ha," snorted Aunt. "You just want to look up at my fat bottom. Maybe smack it some more." "Could be," snickered Min. "Might kiss it too." Aunt lead the way with Min a step behind. "You wouldn't dare." "Hon, looking up at all that white flesh, I just might take a bite out of it." Aunt laughed self-consciously. "I should hope not." Min leaned forward and opened her small mouth to place a loud, wet smack on Aunt's left flank. "I reckon there's more than a full mouthful there, and that's no lie." She gave the big buttocks alternating smacks as the they swayed and wobbled enticingly before her. "You got a sexy ass," admired Min. "How you talk." Aunt laughed nervously. "Nobody called me sexy in my whole life." Well it's more naked meat than I ever hoped to view bouncing up a stairway," cackled Min, "and that's no lie." Aunt reached the top of the stairs and turned. "I never been so naked in front of another human, in all my days." "Right nice looking pussy for an old babe," said Min. "And yours is as close as I ever been to one besides my own." "I always thought it was ugly when I looked at it in the mirror. Never could see what the fascination was with my man, always wanting to look at it and put his fingers there and you know what else." "Pussy holds a special fascination for men," said Min. "I guess every last one of them one wants to get back in the hole he come out of if the truth be known. Then there's some women that find same fascination with that hairy hole between woman's legs." "You too,"asked Aunt. "I admit to a mild curiosity," admitted Min. "And you being naked with me, I figure you're about as curious as me about what we can do together." "I'm nervous and scared." "Sheeeit!" laughed Min. "You got nothing on me. I was thinking that maybe you'd never want to talk to me after I fed at your crack t'other day." "I was some took back." said Aunt. "Nothing like that had ever happened to me. I couldn't move." Aunt swallowed. "An then. . ." "And then you couldn't set still" chortled Min. "Your old pussy wouldn't let you say, 'stop.'" "I just knew I was going to die and go to hell," confessed Aunt. "And it felt like you went to heaven instead," purred Min. She followed Aunt into the bedroom and watched Aunt stand by her bed, hesitant to get on it. She smacked Aunt on the butt. "Well? Are we getting on the bed and getting to it or are we just standing here and looking pretty?" "Aunt giggled. "Pretty, at our age, we ain't." "But being horny makes up for it," said Min. "Now roll on up there and I'll be joining you." Aunt raised one knee and crawled up on the bed and rolled to the other side. Min followed and pressed her hairy crotch against the massive hips before Aunt could turn. She reached around and her scrawny hand searched the others groin for the opening. "Want your crotch tickled, Hon?" "So filthy, what you're doing," giggled Aunt. "Now ain't it just," snorted Min. Her fingers searched out Aunt's clitty. "It's about time your old puss got more of the attention it needs." "I always been a upstanding, Christian woman," gasped Aunt. She shuddered as Min touched a particularly tender spot." "That's nice," purred Min. "And I bet it never brought you that heavenly feeling down there." "My man did nasty things to me but I never enjoyed them," said Aunt. "So you had to make yourself come." "NO!" Min smacked Aunt smartly on her plump ass. "C'mon, confess. Every woman has got to do herself once in a while just to calm her nerves." "Is that true?" "Shucks," smirked Min. "I can't remember a time I didn't plunge a finger or two up the old puss?" "I don't think plunge is the word. I've used Vaseline so it didn't hurt." "Would you show me how you do it." "That would be just terrible," tittered Aunt. "It really would." "Oh come on. At this late date, I don't think it's any time to be getting shy with each other. We're just two old ladies wanting to feel good." Aunt shook her head. "I'd say we've left off being ladies." She twisted on the bed and reached under her pillow to withdraw a hand towel that was wrapped around a cylindrical jar of Vaseline and a long, cylindrical, wooden potato masher. "Oh God," Breathed Aunt. If Jack found this under my pillow, I'd die of shame." Min watched her remove the jar lid and coat the knurled handle with a light film of Vaseline. "There's been times I've used some of that in one place or t'other." Aunt dipped in a finger and removed another dab. "Sometimes I can barely go on. I swear, I know I'm going to hell but one I start I can't stop." "Know the feeling," confirmed Min, "know it well. But," she confided, "I got me a big old candle that fills me up." "Do tell?" giggled Aunt. "I'd love to see you do that." I'll tell you something else I do sometimes that makes it feel even better." Aunt carefully guided the dab on her finger to between her legs. "I got to lay back some." "Now Hon, you do it however it comes natural." Min cupped her fingers and applied them to her groin. "I'm about to do some pump priming on my own while I watch you." Aunt nodded and carefully pointed the make-believe phallus between her plump thighs. She surprised Min when she pressed the rounded knob of the handle against her anus and slowly applied pressure until it slipped into her rear passage. "Good God! Woman!" breathed old Min, "You're cornholing yourself for a fact." "Don't you do that with your candle?" Min nodded. "That's where I put a smaller one after I shove the big one in my cunt," said Min. I never thought about you doing yourself back there. I figured only nasty old ladies like me teased the shit chute." "That's where my man mostly did me. He said that's the place where real men go." Min shook her head. "I got my doubts about that. But I got to confess I've known a few ass-hole bandits in my life. I never shied from letting a man get his pleasure there so long as he brought on my jollies with his." "He said it was tighter and it fit him better." "That's for sure," agreed Min. "I'd say ass-fucking is an acquired taste, though I admit I took to it the first time my man pronged me back there." Min giggled. "I always said he pounded the crap out of me." Aunt moved the object slowly in and out of her back hole. Occasionally, she drew in a sharp breath as though in pain. "You ain't hurting yourself, are you,Hon?" Aunt shook her head. "It just so tender there that I can hardly stand the tickling." She bit her lip and wriggled the plunger without withdrawing. This feels nice." Min nodded. "Hope you don't mind me giving my clit some attention. You're making me all sloppy down there, watching you plug your ass." "So dirty, what we're doing," gasped Aunt." "Ain't it just?" cackled Min. "Couple of old biddies getting their rocks off." "Oh God!" gasped Aunt. "It's happening to me!" ""You're coming? Already?" "Never happened so quick," gasped Aunt. "It must be the audience." "Your audience is hornier than hell," said Min. "I'm needing a good come for sure." "What can I do to help?" asked Aunt. "Ram that slick finger up my butt and lick my clitty," gasped Min as she forced her fingers into her own snatch. "Good God! I'm so fucking hot." "Well let me get at it," said Aunt. *** Thursday was not one of Min's Canasta days with Aunt and I took the chance that she might be home. I walked down High Street instead of the street we lived on so I would not pass our house on the off chance Aunt might see me go by and enter Min's place up the hill. I stepped up on the porch and walked quietly to the side door. Through the screen door I heard the familiar whir of a vacuum cleaner. Looking across the kitchen and into the living room I caught the shadowy movement of old Min stroking the carpet, back and forth with a tight grip on the sweeper handle. I knocked lightly several times, but she apparently did not hear me. The screen door was not latched. I entered the kitchen and moved to the door of the next room. Min was turned away. She was barefoot and dressed, as far as I could tell, in nothing but a ragged silken slip that barely reached her knees and slid half way up her thin thighs when she bent to guide the sweeper under a low coffee table. Surprise for surprise, I thought. I slipped out of my shoes and unbuckled my belt. I quietly lowered my pants and stepped out of them. Min continued to move about in the next room. I quietly stepped in behind her, wrapped my arms about her and reached down and turned off the sweeper. Min pressed back against me. "You know, Hon, If I hadn't a known you was coming' in, I might a shit my pants." "You knew I was here?" "Saw you traipsing down the lane and figured you was horny and was stopping by for more than a little hello." My hand roamed over her belly and detected no waistband for her bloomers. The old gal was naked under that puny slip Going upward, I found nothing under the old slip. The small boobs hung low on her chest and felt nearly empty. The nipples, however quickly stood erect under my fingers. "Nice tits," I murmured. Min looked up and back at me over her shoulder. "You like my little bumps? I reckon they ain't as firm as they once was." She sucked in a deep breath through clenched teeth. "But I reckon they're just as sensitive." "That's what counts, I'd guess." Min tuned in my grasp and looked down. "Well now, I say you was ready to do to business. What happened to your pants?" I eased the slip up over her tight rump. "I figured they might get in the way." "Whooee now," tittered Min. "Ain't you taking a lot for granted for a young man?" I rubbed her crotch through the slip and felt the material slide over her mass of curly hairs down there. "I don't think so. I heard you had another hankering to see my boner." "Do tell? And who passed this information to your young ears?" "Maybe it was you." "I don't remember saying any such thing to you." "Guess I just picked it out of the air. Something in my head kept saying, 'Min wants your cock. Min wants your cock." "Ho. Ho. And you think I'm wanting it from you?" "I think you said you'd ride it a frazzle." "Well now. Saying I said it, what makes you think I'd really do it?" "I think you're a horny old gal who would take advantage of what a horny young man has to offer." "Well," said Min, "I'd have to think about that. Good Gar! If it ever got out that I was letting a youngster like you jump these old bones, I'd never hear the last of it." "It's nobody's business what we do. Besides, I wasn't figuring on going at it in the front yard." "Har," croaked Min. "Now wouldn't that be a picture? Old Min getting the bone put to her in the front grass." She slapped her boyish rump. "Would you have the guts to do that?" I laughed. "In the daylight? Min licked her lips and rolled her eyes. She extended her bony hand, gasped my erect member through my shorts and squeezed it. "Well I see this talk's made you more a lot more than just ready." As she made no objection and did not try to remove my hand, I continued rubbing her crotch. "Let's get out of the rest of our clothes." "You sure you want to see this skinny old woman wearing her birthday suit." "Sure." I raised the slip over her head. As the slip came off and I tossed it aside, Min grasped my shorts and pulled them down past my hard cock and let them slide to the floor. We stood naked except for my shirt. I hastened to get rid of it. Her fingers clasped the hard column of erect flesh and moved the skin up and down over the bulbous, purple head. "Well now, Jack. I'd say you got a mighty fine one and that's no lie." "Think you can handle it?" "Ho-ho. I been thinking about that since I last saw it. Reckon I can." She paused. "Though it be some time since I tackled one if you've got to know the truth." My fingers worked between her legs and found her crease and the thick lips that protruded from the outer ones. I found the first traces of moisture. I inserted a finger and worked it in as far as it would go. "Looks like you know the territory and just where to go," said Min. "You're making this old lady weak in the knees poking through my parsley patch." "Is that what you call it?" "Ho-ho" chuckled Min. "That's one of the things I've heard it called." "I always liked pussy." "I just bet you do." purred Min "And I'm betting you got just the right strokes to make this old puss feel good." "I whispered in her ear." "You like hard cock?" "You know, for a young man you know all the right questions." Old Min licked her lips. "That pole does you right proud. Would you be putting it to an old lady in need of a poke?" My hand returned to her hairy crotch and probed inward. Her lube slickened my fingers. "Oooooh," cooed Min. "You're making me crave more than fingers and that's for sure." 'I withdrew a moist finger and patted her on the butt. "Should we give it a try on your bed?" "Hell,"said Min, "I'll just bend over on the chair and you can put it to me from the rear. You ever done it that-a-away?" She turned and positioned herself. I instantly thought of the session of cornholing of Aunt Fran two nights before. "Sure have." I fingered her cooze, withdrew and ran the slickened finger up the crack of her ass to tickle her bung hole. "You got a choice of which place I should put it?" "Well Good Gar," exploded Min, "I got me a nasty one for sure. She looked around and winked. "You got a preference for going up old dirt chute?" "You've been done that way?" "Honey, I reckon I been done ever-way there is." I aimed my hard cock for her pussy and slipped it in. "Maybe we should start out in the right place and get everything slicked up." "Whooee, now you go easy. You got some boner there, boy. You take an old lady's breath away." She wriggled her old ass, teasingly. "Now come on and give old Min a ride she'll remember." I gave her a quick series of ins and outs. "Like this." Min countered every thrust. "You're doing mighty fine. I ain't had a good pounding in many a year." I slammed into her to the balls and then pressed against her, my pubic hairs tickling her ass hole. "You're mighty tight for an old girl." "I'm taking that as a complement." "You fuck good too." "Whooeee. . . keep up the pounding. This old gal is about to get her first jollies." "Well come on and come," I said between hard breaths. "I want you to get a good one." "Fuck!" breathed Min. "Oh God! Fuck this old pussy. Oh God Yes. Fuckit.!" "Talk dirty," I breathed. "Cunt-fuck" shouted Min. "God Damn! I'm fucking coming." I forced my cock into the tight old pussy as hard as I could and throbbed out my juices in to her sixty-nine year old cunt. "I'm coming," I breathed. "I'm coming hard." I bent over her naked back with my loins pressed tightly to her taut buttocks. "Min was breathing heavily. "Good God! What you done to me. You make an old gal weak in the knees. I don't know if I can stand up." I fought for breath. "Want me to pull out?" "I'd hate for you to do that. You fill me up real good." She slipped to her knees on the floor and rested her head on the chair seat. I went to my knees behind her without withdrawing. I did a lazy in and out with a cock that was still semi-tumescent. Ready for some more?" I teased. "Good God! tittered Min. "Give a lady time to catch her breath. "What's the Min short for, " I asked old Min Trout as we knelt naked on her living room floor . "Good Gar, Boy!" cackled Old Min. "That's a fine question to be asking an old lady after you just screwed the bejabbors out of her skinny old bottom." "I'm not in your bottom, yet." "I reckon you're figuring to go there next," teased Min. "I'm curious." I gave her a couple more in and outs, before pulling out and fit it to the dark brown star of her asshole. Her lubrication helped it slip into the tight hole. I pressed forward until I was grinding against her little, rounded butt. I stopped to give her time become accustomed to my rod. "Whooee," breathed Min. "I do got to say, when you bust in the door off my back porch, you do take this old lady's breath away." "You like?" "You do give an old gal that filled up feeling in the poop chute." I pressed against those small rounded globes and wriggled my lower belly against them as I pressed into her for the full length of my hard cock. "Good Gar, Boy! Ain't you had enough?" "It might if you weren't so damn sexy." "Har de Har." "You had enough?" I laughed quietly. "You ain't seen the day you could out screw me even if I am three times your age and then some. Her hips began to match my motion and soon we were going at it again. Fucking up a storm, I watched my hard cock ram in and out of her tight back hole. I pounded hard into and bounced off Old Min's tight ass. Min Min puffed as though I were knocking the breath out of her as my loins connected with her spare buttocks. But she met my strokes shoving back to meet me. Her small ass moved from side to side for that split second we were fully together to get maximum depth from each filling of that tight, brown hole between those small, rounded, spread cheeks. "Oh FUCK!" gasped Min, "Give it to me and give it to me. Fuck my fucking hole!" "Fucking your ass," I panted. "You sure are, boy. You're fucking it good. Soooo Good!" "You coming yet?" "Jesuuus. . . I been coming. . . since you. . . started. . . putting it to me . . ." I fought for breath. "I'm gonna come up your ass." "DO IT!" gasped Min. I want to feel it spurting up my dirt chute. I want to feel it in my bowels." "I'm coming!!" "I feel it throbbing in my hole. Oh Good. I'm coming again." Min moved her arms forward and slid, slowly, to lie prone on the floor. I pressed to keep the connection and rode her tight little rump and let it cushion me. I felt her tight hole and her anal ring milking me of the last drops. It was some time before either one of us could talk. At last Min caught her breath. "Whooee. The way my hearts beating, It's a wonder you didn't give me a heart attack." "You feel that bad?" "Shit, Jack. It felt that good." I rolled off her and stretched out. "I don't know if I can stand up and walk." "Har. Now you know what it's like screwing an older woman." "Reckon I do." I did not mention my encounter with Aunt a few night's before. Think you'll be coming back for more or did I satisfy your curiosity?" I reached over and smacked her ass, playfully. "You just whetted it for more and more." Min cackled. She reached over and flicked my swollen but very limber pecker. "Now?" I shook my head. "I'd say we'll have to save it for another day. You drained me." Min beamed a broad smile. "Not going home and give the big boy a hand this time?" "Hardly." I yawned. "I need a nap." Min turned and sat up. She stretched her arms above her head and made her small breasts rise on her bony chest. Well I guess we better be getting our clothes before somebody walks in on us." She poked me with her little fist. "And you should be going. "A growing boy needs his sleep." "How about an old lady that's just been cornholed?" "Feels like she's got to shit a brick," tittered Min. Mina "You told your dad you were going to quit," Mina Jordan said crossing her arms over her chest. She was eighteen, but still had a look of innocence. Her dark brown eyes were large and framed with thick black eyelashes. Her lips were plump and almost always smiling. She kept her black hair pulled away from her face in a simple ponytail that fell to the middle of her back. Her medium brown skin was so flawless; it glowed, even as she stood scowling at the two guys in front of her. Bryan, her boyfriend of eight months leaned against his black Acura Integra and passed the blunt he had just toked to his friend. Jerrod quit smirking long enough to take a hit. Mina hated Jerrod. They'd known each other ever since grade school and each year that passed just added another level to her loathing. He was light-skinned with curly black hair, but somehow, not even marginally attractive. Worse was his attitude. He was just as catty as a bitch on the rag, yet he was trying to be a thug. "Who told you that?" Bryan asked crossing his arms too. Mina shrugged slightly. "I was in the kitchen when he was talking about it with your mom." "What'd he say?" She shrugged again, at which point Bryan rolled his green eyes skyward. "He said that you told him you weren't going to smoke weed in the house anymore." "I'm not in the house," Bryan said with a sly smile. "I'm in the driveway." Jerrod snickered and Mina glared at him. She despised the way he giggled when he got high...add that layer to the ever-growing list. "Well, I'm going inside before Don gets back from the store and catches you not-smoking in the house." Mina was annoyed with Bryan' blatant disregard for his step-dad's rules, coupled with the fact that he insisted on being friends with that ass-hat Jerrod. She rolled her eyes and headed past them toward the house. Then Bryan did one of those things that guys do to get a girl to forget why she's pissed and remember why she hasn't dumped his ass yet. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, immediately planting his kiss. Her head swam, enveloped in the sweet smell of weed, Newports, and a hint of Nautica cologne. The gentle strokes of his tongue against hers had her knees ready to turn to jelly. "Wait for me in my room," Bryan whispered when his lips finally freed Mina's senses. He gave her round bottom a firm squeeze and she nodded before she continued into the house. "You hungry, hon?" Linda, Bryan's mom asked when Mina got back into the kitchen. She was holding her two-year-old granddaughter, Bryan's niece, Layla on one hip while spreading peanut butter on a piece of white bread with her free hand. Layla played with her grandmother's long blonde hair and smiled at Mina. That baby had stolen Mina's heart from the first moment she saw her. She was olive-complexion with bright green eyes and a perfect pink heart-shaped pink mouth. Her round cheeks were cherubic and she was always so happy. "No thanks. I'm just going to go upstairs and wait for Bryan to get rid of Jerrod." Linda frowned. "What are they doing out there?" Mina sighed. "The usual." "Don's going to freak if he sees that shit." Linda had a way with words...she didn't mince them. Mina had thought it abrasive at first, but she had come to appreciate the honesty behind Linda's harsh manner. "I'll be upstairs." Mina made it half way up the staircase before Linda yelled up after her. "Mina, you make sure Bryan uses a condom! Logan's on his second kid and this one's not potty-trained yet." Mina stopped walking up the steps and cringed. There was something inherently wrong with discussing your sex life with your boyfriend's mom, wasn't there? "Okay, Linda!" She was halfway though her Honors English assigned reading, the last three chapters of The Scarlett Letter, when her mind started to wander. She thought about school, the fact that there were only two more weeks until graduation, and that she was actually going to be the salutatorian. Then, she thought about how absent Bryan was from her life at school. The two of them had started dating the summer before Senior year and it wasn't long before she knew that he wasn't feeling school at all. Everyone had been so shocked when they started going out...the nerdy black girl and the white boy drug dealer was not exactly the picture perfect couple. Yet, for some reason, it had worked, even though Bryan had been at school less and less over the past few months. He insisted on taking Mina there and picking me up, but the time in the middle he was gone. She had just a month before admitted to herself that Bryan was indeed her first love. That admission had preceded Mina giving him her virginity. She was in deep now, and hoped that Bryan felt the same way. Bryan stood in the doorway watching his girl read. Well, Mina didn't read books as much as devour them. She read almost anything that came across her path. Once, she actually brought a book along on a date. He had taken it in stride, not talking during the drive to the restaurant or home, per her request. Since coming of age, Bryan hadn't been lacking in girls throwing themselves at him. He'd come along nicely. He'd kept his ink-black hair shaved close since middle school and even though he was on the pale side, it worked in his favor. His eyes were a blend of green flecked with gold. The effect was shocking when paired with his pale skin and framed with jet black eyelashes. He wasn't a big guy, but he was by no means skinny. He was thin, but solid, and still muscular. He'd put on bulk after years of putting in work in the only class he actually liked, PE/Weight Lifting. Mina kicked up a bare foot and Bryan fought a sigh at the sight of her perfect toes stretching toward the ceiling. Mina was perfect. Her milk chocolate skin didn't have a knick or blemish. She was quite a bit shorter than him at around 5'4" and slender. He loved her body. He'd dated thin girls, but Mina was different. She had curves that could stop traffic, her breasts were a full C-cup, her ass was impossibly round, and her waist was tiny. She was wickedly smart and had a smart mouth to prove it. Plus she had the best sense of humor he'd ever come across in a woman. Mina jumped when the bedroom door closed. Bryan entered with his lids drug-heavy over his green eyes. He fell on the bed beside her, ran his hands over his buzz-cut black hair and gave a crooked smile. "Put that damn book down. You can study when you get home." Mina tossed her book onto her backpack and moved to sit next to Bryan. "You smell good," she whispered as he slid an arm around her. Mina didn't smoke weed, but loved the way it smelled on Bryan. The sweet scent had become a part of him. He was tall, thin, dark hair, green eyes, dimples, and he almost always smelled like weed. That was the simple summation of Bryan Dillinger. "Is Don home yet?" she asked as Bryan began to kiss her neck. "Nope," he muttered, sliding his hand under the t-shirt to cup and caress her breast. "Your mom knows we're having sex," Mina said trying to concentrate on what she wanted to say. "She assumed we were doing that after a couple weeks." Mina groaned. "So she thought I was a skank like that?" Bryan laughed. "She didn't think you were a skank. She thought you were like all the other girls I dated before. She didn't know you were different until she met you." "I just think it's weird that she's talking to me about us having sex. I don't know how comfortable I am with it." Bryan stopped kissing and groaned. "I'm not comfortable talking about my mom while I'm trying to get some. So let's change the subject or better yet, let's not talk at all." Mina giggled as he unsnapped her bra and decided to shut up and enjoy. She moaned as Bryan covered her mouth with his and pushed her skirt up to her waist. He snaked his fingers into her damp panties and easily parted her pussy lips. Mina was wet with anticipation for him. She was so trained, it was almost Pavlovian. While most people got the munchies after they killed a blunt, Bryan got horny after a smoke. Mina had figured that out quickly once they finally started sleeping together. He would come to her, reeking of marijuana with a raging hard on. Now, it was to the point where it was an unspoken assumption that if she was around while he was getting high, they would have sex. Brian pulled off his white t-shirt and kicked off his tattered jeans. Mina quickly stripped too, gently laying her knee-length denim skirt and black button-up across the computer chair. Bryan groaned as he watched Mina join him in his bed. She had taken off her bra and her dark nipples had hardened immediately. It wasn't until she had joined him under the covers that she took off her red lace panties...the ones he'd bought for her. Mina insisted on Bryan wearing a condom. She was uber-vigilant and he respected that. She'd managed to save herself until she was almost out of high school; she had every right to be concerned about the risks that came with sleeping with someone. He, however, hated condoms. He had a moment of longing each time their bodies met. He wished that last barrier was gone, so he could feel her completely, touch her without hindrance. Then, Mina would sigh or moan and he would forget. He'd take her each time, pushing all nine inches deep into her tight pussy and loving the way she felt, even with the condom between them. "Oh, Bryan," Mina moaned. He was inside her, owning her. He'd been the only one to have her and every time their bodies connected, she knew she didn't want it any other way. He pushed into her all the way, still finding slight resistance. She moaned again when he filled her to capacity. "Shit," he cursed. "You're so fucking tight." Mina moaned and arched her back off the mattress. She wanted Bryan to fuck her. He had been so gentle with her the first few times they'd made love. It was almost like a fairy tale. Then one Saturday night, it was getting close to her curfew and she'd begged him to pull into a deserted parking lot on the way to her house so they could squeeze one in that weekend. He'd obliged and they had a quickie in the back seat of his Acura. Mina had never cum so hard in her life. Bryan had worked her pussy from the back, pulling her long hair so her back arched in a perfect C-curve that any yogi would have envied. He'd plowed into her, assaulting her cunt, in an attempt to expedite the process. Mina had shivered and delivered after only five minutes and that's when she knew that, while she was far from an expert in sexual matters, she definitely liked it rough. "Fuck me, Bryan," she said wrapping her legs around his thighs. "Do it hard." Bryan nodded and began to move within her. Under different circumstances, he would have preferred to take it slow. But his high had every nerve in his body on fire. Every inch of him that touched Mina's luscious body, inside and out, was screaming for more. He pounded her hot cunt mercilessly and smiled when she came so hard he could feel her toes curl against the back of his thighs. He followed suit and the two collapsed into each other's arms. An hour later, around six, Mina blinked awake and almost screamed when her eyes focused on the computer chair. Logan was sitting in it...on top of her clothes! Logan was five years older than Bryan but didn't look anything like his brother. They shared the green eyes, but Logan had unkempt brown hair and was on the heavy side. He might have been able to pull off "cute" if he wasn't such an asshole, yet, he had at least two girlfriends at all times. It was the "I don't give a shit attitude" he had, but what Mina knew and those dumb bitches obviously didn't, was that Logan Dillinger really did not give a shit about anyone but himself. "What the hell are you doing, Logan?" Mina snapped quickly making sure the covers were doing their job in hiding her from Logan's view. Thankfully, she was still covered. "Mom sent me up to tell you guys to come down for dinner." Logan swayed back and forth in the chair and smiled. "I didn't hear you knock," Mina said with a pointed glare. "That's because I didn't. The door was unlocked so I opened it." "Damn it Logan! Are you ever going to stop trying to see me naked?" Mina's voice was clipped as she suppressed the urge to yell. "Not if I can help it." Logan leaned back and put his hands behind his head. "You're sitting on my clothes, asshole." "I know." Mina rolled her eyes. This game with Logan was getting so damned old. "How's you're pregnant girlfriend?" Logan visibly bristled at that. "She's not my girlfriend." "Well, neither am I. So, get your ass out of here before I wake up Bryan." Logan lifted a brown eyebrow. "Is that supposed to scare me?" "Get the fuck out of my room before I get up and kick your fat ass," Bryan said sleepily from behind Mina. "She doesn't want you dip-shit." Mina laughed and Logan stood up to leave the room. "Whatever, asshole." Bryan slid a protective arm around Mina's waist and glared at his older brother. "And leave the panties here. I paid good money for those; I don't want you using them to jerk off." Mina watched in shock and horror as Logan pulled her red underwear from the pocket of his baggy jeans and tossed them onto the chair with the rest of her clothes before he left the room. She wondered how upset Bryan would be if she torched those panties then and there instead of putting them back on. *** "I'm glad you could come see me, Mina," Ms. Dexter, the senior class guidance counselor said with a grin. She was small, around 5'3" with a mocha complexion and hazel eyes. Every guy in school had a crush on her. "I didn't really have much of a choice," Mina said falling into the hard plastic chair in front to the desk. "Mr. Phelps said it was very important." Ms. Dexter's smile widened. "That it is." Mina sat patiently staring at her counselor, waiting for whatever information she was holding behind that Cheshire Cat grin. "I want to be the first to congratulate you on being valedictorian." Mina gasped. "What did you say?" Ms. Dexter's smile grew even bigger. "You are the top student in the class, dear." "Omigod," Mina gasped. "What about Jacob Spencer?" Ms. Dexter's grin faltered. "I really shouldn't discuss that..." Mina nodded. Of course the school counselor had to respect her students' privacy. "He got caught cheating in Physics. Somehow he got a hold of Mr. Phelps computer disc with all his tests on them and you know the policy." Mina nodded. Phelps was no joke. If he even imagined any cheating going on, the F might as well be tattooed across your forehead. He even made all his students sign a contract saying as much. Mina knew Jacob was a sniveling little weasel that would do just about anything to get into the right clique or the right college. He'd copied off her tests all through sixth grade until she asked the teacher to move her and she'd stayed away from him ever since. Jacob Spencer, in his blonde haired, blue-eyed perfection had finally been knocked off his pedestal. Mina wanted the feeling of pure joy she felt at that moment to last forever. Only one thing could make it better, she thought as she walked back to class...the look of shock and pride on her mother's face when she told her. Mina had spent most of her high school career under her mother's watchful eye. "You're black and a woman," her mother would say, "that's two strikes against you. You have to be better than everyone else. Second best won't get you anywhere." While most teenagers would roll there eyes and shrug off such advice, Mina knew that philosophy was the reason her mother was a successful attorney. It was a miracle that her mother had let her date Bryan and she was able to keep dating him because her mother was ignorant to the real Bryan. She didn't know he smoked and sold weed. She didn't know that he was practically a drop out. All she knew was that he was polite and well-dressed when he picked her up for dates on Friday and Saturday nights, he picked her up every morning for school, and had her home by seven every school night. She had spoken with his mother over the phone a few times and she seemed to like Linda. Mina's mother was blissfully ignorant and all those unknown facts were the only thing keeping Mina's happiness in tact. She practically screamed the good news to Bryan when he picked her up that afternoon. "Wow," he mumbled easing the Acura through the school parking lot. "That's great." Mina frowned. His face didn't match the words coming out of his mouth. He had actually looked crestfallen when she'd finished telling him her great news. She didn't expect him to jump up and down, but he almost looked like he was going to be sick. Bryan shook his head as he made the left turn toward his house. There was something so wrong with this picture. He was dating the smartest person in the class. Valedictorian? How was it that Mina hadn't figured out that they weren't supposed to be together? Bryan Dillinger was not the right guy for a valedictorian to date. He wouldn't be going to any of those ten colleges that accepted her. In four months Mina would be moving into freshmen dorms and he would be exactly where he was now. Living with his parents and older brother. It just didn't make sense. "Hey," he said waving at a gray Chevy Impala that passed going the opposite direction. "Remember when we first got together?" "When you pulled my hair on the playground in first grade?" Mina said. "Not that time, the last time." "On my eighteenth birthday?" Mina said unable to keep from smiling. "Of course I remember." "You were at the club sitting at that table all alone." Mina rolled her eyes. "Give me a break. I wanted to finally see the inside of a nightclub." "You looked so out of place." "Trust me, I know." "I've been having that out of place feeling lately." Bryan pulled into his driveway and pressed the garage door opener. "Why?" Bryan shrugged. "I guess I feel weird because you got accepted to all those out of state schools and shit. You're valedictorian and I'm not even going to graduate." Mina tried to squelch the feeling of panic rising in her throat. "I thought you were going to summer school." "I was, but I don't know if I want to spend what could be the last few months we have together in school all day." "Don't talk like that," Mina sighed blinking back the tears that had quickly formed. Bryan got out of the car and Mina followed him into the house. Their awkward silence was broken as soon as they stepped into the kitchen. "Mina!" Layla squealed from her high chair. "Thank goodness you're back!" Linda called from the living room. "You're dads stuck in the store because your brother decided not to show up this afternoon. He has a doctor's appointment and needs someone to watch the store for him." Bryan sighed. "Come on, ma, you know I don't know shit about tools. Why can't one of his kids do it?" Linda rolled her eyes. "Junior is in prison. David is two hundred miles away taking finals at State. Brenda is on her honeymoon and Andrew's bitch wife hates it when he ditches her with their two kids. You know she thinks he's way too involved with his family." She ticked her husband's kids off on her fingers one at a time. "Damn," Mina muttered. "She is a bitch." "I know, right!" Linda said glancing at Mina. "Promise me you won't turn into a bitch if you marry my son." Bryan groaned. "Nobody is getting married," he snapped. "I'll cover the store until Logan gets there. I've got some business of my own to take care of before I take Mina home." "I wouldn't count on your brother showing up. Last time I talked to him he was at Sandie's house. Now that she's already pregnant, they can fuck all damn day and you can bet money that's what his ass is doing." Mina and Adara Mina's forearm was sore from the weight of the textbooks that had been digging into it all day, nestled in the crook of her arm as she migrated from class to class. Her last class of the day was over, and she pushed past hordes of chattering girls towards the library—her sanctuary. Her favorite table, in the back corner, was empty as usual. Not many people used the library in college, and she was just fine with that. Taking the seat farthest from the view of everyone else, she opened her history textbook and began working. About fifteen minutes later, she came to the table. Mina tried to focus on her schoolwork, ignore her, pretend she didn't exist. But she sat in the seat right next to her. Mina'd never thought of herself as being attracted to girls until she came to this school, and this girl had definitely caught her eye. She often had dreams about the endless possibilities that could have been had they been roommates... 'Bad Mina,' she told herself. 'Don't think about it, don't think about it..." But how could she not? Everything about this girl invaded her senses. Her glossy hair reflected the light streaming through the nearby window. She smelled like a combination of vanilla and lavender. Every so often, her arm would brush against Mina's, ever so softly. And that scent, oh god, that scent... And she was humming. Mina recognized it as 'Addicted,' by Saving Abel. She half-snorted, recognizing the irony of the lyrics in this situation. She couldn't help but wonder 'If only.' They worked in silence, with Mina's thoughts looping through her mind in a continuous circuit. 'Should I talk to her? What do I say? What if I sound like a complete idiot? Oh god, maybe I shouldn't say anything at all, maybe I should just-' Mina froze. There was a hand on her thigh. She resumed her work, pretending she hadn't noticed it. The hand moved in slow circles, getting higher and higher with each completed circle. Because she was wearing knee-highs and not tights, the hand would have complete access to everything if it were to keep going. It stopped just shy of her underwear, nails just barely grazing the fabric. The hope of doing her work long abandoned, Mina was hunched over, breathing heavily with anticipation. She rotated her gaze to the right with a puzzled expression written on her face. "Shh..." she put her finger to her lips, then slipped it in and slid it back out, and down into her own skirt. Locking eyes with Mina, she slowly rocked back and forth, lightly panting. The hand between Mina's legs moved again, rubbing her clit through her underwear. Mina's eyes rolled back into her head as she struggled not to make a sound. It was her first time ever being touched down there by anyone, including herself, and she'd never imagined it would feel like this. Unconsciously, her legs spread further apart, giving her more access. "I know, I've seen you looking at me. It's ok, I know what you want..." The hand slid Mina's underwear to the side and ran a nail down, teasing Mina into whimpering with the need for more. Slowly, a finger slid into Mina. It moved in and out—once, twice, and slid back out. Mina gazed at the other girl with a pleading look in her eyes, to which the other girl simply smirked and shook her head no. Licking the tip of her finger, she calmly stood, gathered her books, and sauntered out of the library. And Mina was left alone to wonder what the hell had just happened.