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Liam's Story Ch. 01

By: mikke20041



Chapter 1: Liam Moves In with His Aunt

Authors note: This is the first chapter of possibly many to come which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character. All names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you're looking for wall to wall sex this isn't for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.

It was May, 1964, in a small town in the northern Midwest. I had just graduated from high school and planned in the fall to enroll in the State University, studying engineering. My Aunt Betty had found me a summer job as a laborer on a building construction project in her town. 

Late Sunday morning, I loaded my luggage, a Korean War army surplus duffle bag, into the luggage compartment and boarded the Greyhound bus to travel to my Aunt Betty's home. She lived in a slightly larger town about 100 miles south of where I lived. The interstate highway system was just being built during that time and Betty's town was directly on the route, so there was a good deal of new construction being built there whereas construction was non-existent in ours.

I looked out the window as the bus traveled through the rolling countryside with the pristine dairy farms, patches of timberland, and clear blue lakes and streams, arriving at my aunt's house in about two hours. 

Aunt Betty met me at the bus station, throwing her arms around me, saying, "I'm so glad you'll be spending the summer with me."

It had been several years since I had been at her home and it was just as beautiful as I had remembered it, a nice two story frame house located on about five acres with two hundred feet of frontage on a pristine lake. 

"You'll be staying here," Aunt Betty said as she showed me her spare bedroom. It was on the second floor next to her daughter Molly's bedroom and across the hall from a bathroom. It was a nice room, double bed, a chair, a large dresser with a mirror above it and a closet on one side. It had a good view overlooking the front drive and the large, oak trees in the yard.

"Make yourself at home, Liam," she said as she left me to unpack my bag.

This was the first time I had a bedroom to myself. Actually, I had the entire second floor to myself, because Molly only used her bedroom when she was home visiting. She was 24 and worked as an R.N. in Detroit.

When I'd finished unpacking, I lay back on the bed and just thought about how fortunate I was to have a family friend as wonderful as Aunt Betty. I say family friend because she wasn't actually my aunt, just an old and dear family friend who we affectionately addressed as "aunt".

Lying there, I also thought about the great opportunity that I would experience this summer and then the following year in college. I had been successful in many ways in high school, academically and athletically but I was shy and had little self confidence with girls. I shouldn't have felt this way but I did. Needless to say, I was a virgin. I was looking forward to a new start and to develop my social skills with the fairer sex.

Going downstairs, Betty was making potato salad and had taken some fresh locally made bratwurst sausage out of the refrigerator.

"Liam, would you please start the grill?" She asked.

"Yes, I'd like to do that."

She handed me a beer and showed me where the charcoal was.

We talked and as I got the grill going as she finished preparing the meal.

When the sausage was grilled, we sat down at a table on a patio which overlooked a sprawling backyard, forested with a mix of birch, oak and pine trees, which led down to the edge of the lake. 

I couldn't help but notice what an attractive lady she was. 

She was a very pretty woman, fair white skin, freckles, and strawberry blond hair, depicting her Irish heritage. At five foot six and 155 pounds, some might describe her as a large woman, but compared to my six foot two, 220 pounds she was just right. Her well proportioned figure, ample breasts and a fairly trim body that I knew would look good in a swimsuit.

About 45, she had been married twice, the first time just after she graduated from high school, that marriage ended after a few months. She had married her second husband while she was still in college. Tragically, her beloved husband died in a car accident about five years ago. She had dated since then but hadn't met anyone that was more than a casual friend. This was a small town so the pickings were slim.

I knew that she was a very successful and respected businesswoman and that she was one of the first women to have received an MBA at the State University. She and her husband founded a prosperous insurance and real estate company after they graduated from college which she continues to run today. Over the years, they had developed a number of residential and commercial real estate projects which she also owns and manages.

I was very interested in her life story and particularly in learning from her. She was very open and glad to share her experiences, thoughts and ideas with me. Before I knew it we had talked for several hours. The sun was just starting to go down when she mentioned something about her second husband and I saw a tear in the corner of her eye. Not knowing what to say I reached my hand over and put it on top of hers on the table. She looked at me, feeling my compassion, and squeezed my hand.

"Let's walk down to the lake and watch the sun sink into it," she said.

It was a large lake; looking straight out from a bank you couldn't see the other side. Her lot was on a small cove protected from the wind on three sides. Standing on the bank, she showed me the dock she would like me to help her install. Normally the crew from marina comes by to install it in mid May. Due to all the new construction in the area there was a labor shortage, so they hadn't been able to get to it yet. She said she would try to get someone to help me next Saturday.

Watching the sunset was magnificent, made me feel glad to be alive.

The air cooled rapidly as we walked back to the house.

"Have a good night's sleep, Liam," she said.

"Thank you and you too," I replied.

Up in my room, and I opened the closet door and noticed a full-length mirror on the back of the door. Believe it or not, I had never seen a full-length year before.

I sat on the side of the bed, undressing and watching myself in the mirror. When I had stripped down to my underpants I stopped a good look at myself. I thought to myself, "You know, I look pretty good; muscular, hairy, large. Standing up, I looked at myself from all angles. Then rolling down the band of my jockey shorts to give the bikini look, I thought I even looked better, except for the small bulge. I had always been self-conscious of my small penis, not only small but unusual.

With that thought, I pulled my underpants down and stepped out of them. I had never seen my whole body completely naked before. I thought I looked pretty good. I know I would've looked a lot better if I had a larger and perfectly shaped penis but there was nothing I could do about that. It was small, about 3 1/2 or 4 inches long. It curved down like a "C" and had about a one quarter turn twist. About a third of the glans was covered with a small hood of foreskin. Picking up my penis and holding it against a flat stomach, revealed in the mirror a deep slit the entire length of the underside of the glans and immediately below that the pee opening. 

At the time, I didn't know that the medical term for this unusual birth defect was hypospadias.

This was the normal state of my penis. At times when I've exercised, was cold or under stress it got much smaller and more curved and twisted, contorted actually. I went to great lengths to avoid being seen in that state, especially in the locker room. After a practice or game, I would always slip into a toilet stall and pull and in squeeze it until it was back in its normal or preferably larger state, a simple solution but it worked.

Fortunately, when erect it straightens out perfectly and is not twisted and while it is only about 5 ½ inches long, it is thick, about 5 1/2 inches in circumference. The foreskin pulls back forms a nice tight role behind the plans. Of course, the deep slit it comes very prominent in the erect. Also the glans is as large in diameter as the base of the shaft, which is also unusual.

I was determined to overcome the self-consciousness that had built up in my mind over this birth defect.

I picked up a towel that was laying on the bed, wrapped it around myself and walked across the hall to the bathroom to take a shower.

Later, lying in bed with the lights off, my mind was wandering, exploring the many possibilities that may lie ahead. After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, I finally went into a deep sleep, not awakening until the alarm went off at 5:30 a.m.

Betty drove me to the jobsite about a mile from her home and on the way to her office. I declined her offer to introduce me to the superintendent whom she knew well.

I entered the office trailer to find several men standing around the coffee pot.

"Good morning," I said, "I am looking for Mr. O'Brien."

Smiling, a large burly man replied, "You found him."

"I'm Liam McBride."

"I thought so; Betty said you were a big strapping Irish kid, all conference in football I hear. So you came to work did you?"

"Yes sir, I did."

"Good because we've got plenty of it," Mr. O'Brien replied, starting a good round of laughter from all in the room. He introduced me to the other men, before assigning me to work for the carpentry foreman for that day.

The building project involved a series of buildings in a new shopping center-office park complex. One building had been framed up and the formwork was been set on the second.

I spent the next few days helping the carpenters, mostly hauling materials and of course driving form stakes, in fact, I think I drove them all.

It was hard but interesting work. I watched the crew work, learning as much as I could. One day, during the lunch break, the carpentry foreman gave me a quick course in using the level and transit.

I spent other free time, before work, lunch breaks pouring over the set of drawings which was laid out on a drafting table in the office table.

Time went fast and soon Friday came along. Seeing the superintendent discard a set of plans that had gotten pretty torn and muddy, I asked him if I could have it.

That night I walked home with that prized possession under my arm.

I stayed up late that night studying the plans, marveling at how all the pieces fit together and the thought that went designing them.

The next morning I started on Betty's to-do list, not stopping until lunch time.

"Well, this afternoon, I'm going to install your dock," I said.

"Oh, Liam, that's too big of a job for one person," she said, adding, "The marina sends three men to do that job and one of them wears a wet suit so that he can swim under the raft and attach the mooring cable."

"I think if you can help me by handing me tools when I need them that I can do the rest," I said confidently.

The dock consisted of a level ramp, a narrow section that lead out to a floating raft. The ramp set on posts driven into the sand. The raft was hinged to the end of the ramp and attached underneath by a cable in its center to an anchor.

Betty was surprised that I was able to move the ramp into place. After I had driven the posts I used the leverage of a long heavy pole to set it in place. It took us about two hours to complete the ramp installation. My jeans were soaking wet half way up my thighs. I was almost numb from that point down.

"That's enough for today. It's too cold to swim without a wet suit and I don't think you can move the raft off the bank anyway," Betty suggested.

"I want to try it," I replied.

Again, using leverage I was able to move the raft off the bank and into water. After floating it into place, with Betty's help, the hinge connecting the raft to the ramp was secured. Standing on the raft, I used a rake with a makeshift extension attached to it to fish for the submerged cable. It took me about ten minutes to find it, but now the hard part, securing it to the raft.

Betty held the rake and its catch, while I took off my tennis shoes and emptied my pockets, preparing for what I hoped would be a very brief swim.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Liam?" she asked.

"It'll only take a minute," I answered as I waded into the frigid water.

With wrench and cable clamps in hand, I grabbed the cable and swam under the raft. My whole body was quivering from the cold, chilled to the bone. My hands were getting numb but I was able to loop the cable through the attachment eye on the raft and slip on the cable clamps. It took all the self discipline I had to tighten the nuts on the cable clamps....Finally, it was done. 

I swam and rushed to shore, collapsing when I got there. I was shivering uncontrollably. Betty rushed to my side, helping me up. I'd fallen through the ice several times before so I knew I had to get up and keep moving until I'd gotten to someplace warm.

The next thing I remember is standing on Betty's screen porch.

"Take off your clothes here and I'll get you a towel," she instructed.

I quickly stripped down to my underpants and waited for Betty to return. I was even colder now that the water was evaporating off my skin.

Surprised that I wasn't completely naked, Betty said as she handed me the towel, "You'll freeze to death in those underpants so take them off and get as dry as possible."

For a moment I thought that she was going to stand there and watch me undress, but then she turned and walked back into the house, saying, "Come into my bathroom, I'll draw some water in the tub."

I quickly did as she said, dropping my pants and drying off. With the towel wrapped around my waist I walked through her bedroom and entered her bathroom. Betty was sitting on the edge of the tub, her right hand periodically testing the water temperature.


She let out a sigh, saying, "My Liam, you've grown into a powerful young man." Then, laughing a little, she added, "And, a modest one at that, just like my husband always was. Remember, I'm your aunt. You don't need that towel wrapped around you."

"I'm just too embarrassed. I just shrivel up when I'm cold," I replied, sheepishly.

Knowing full well what I meant but being difficult, she toyed with me."What do you mean shrivel up?"

"Well, my penis,"

"I knew what you meant. My husband was always like that too when he came in from swimming. Well, are you getting in the tub with the towel on too?" She kidded as I stood not a foot from her, my waist at her eye level.

Realizing that I had no other options, I untied the towel letting it fall to the floor.

"Oh, Liam, you ARE cold, you poor thing!"

I was shocked when she reached out with her left hand and cupped my genitals which were now so small that her hand completely encapsulated them.

Without releasing her grip, she asked, "It's o.k.?" belatedly asking permission to touch me. "I always did this to my husband and I just acted instinctively. I didn't mean to offend you."

Still surprised and not wanted to offend her AND feeling a wonderful sensation throughout my body, I answered, "Yes, it's o.k. Your hand is very warm."

As her hand lingered, she said, "I want the water just right, not too hot and not too cold." Her hand not only lingered, it fondled.

"Now, it's just right," she stated, motioning me to get in the tub.

The lukewarm water felt like ninety degrees on my cold skin. I eased down into the water and stretched my legs out. I looked down at my glans floating up in the waist high water like a little slit bobber. I moved my left hand over it but Betty immediately moved it back to my side.

"It's o.k. Liam, don't be bashful" she said.

She took a wash cloth and starting on my head wetted every part of my body that was above water. The warmth felt incredible. When she had finished with that she started at my right foot, scrubbing my leg up to my crotch, and then she repeated that with my left leg.

I felt her release the washrag on my thigh and then I felt her bare hand gently massaging my genitals.

"The wash rag is too rough for your most sensitive parts," she said as she felt my penis grow in her hands.

I had never been touched like this by a woman before. In no time the blood had flowed into my small penis and it was hard and pointing straight up.

"My, you have an unusual one, such a long, deep slit on the underside of your glans and a little foreskin too. It was pretty shriveled, twisted and curved when it was cold but it nice and straight now," she said as she carefully examined me.

"Unusual?" I asked.

"Well, I haven't seen one like it before, but that doesn't mean anything because I haven't seen that many," she said laughingly, adding, "It's a very inviting little guy."

"Now stand up and I'll soap you up," she instructed, pulling the drain on the tub.

She soaped up the washrag and proceeded to soap me from head to toe including my pubic hair but noticeably avoiding my genitals.

"Let's rinse you off," she said, again testing the water temperature before shifting on the shower.

Once, I was rinsed off, she said, "Sit back down again." A directive I thought strange because there was no water in the tub.

I sat down, leaning forward. Betty lightly pushed on my shoulder saying, "Lie back and relax."

Her hands, bar of soap in hand, went directly to my penis and testicles, soaping them thoroughly. Her left hand started gently stroking my swollen shaft, her right playing with my testicles. A few slow and steady stokes later my body stiffened up. I couldn't hold back anymore. My semen shot out, landing on my chin. My next squirt landed high on my hairy chest, the next on my stomach. She watched as the rest oozed out on her hand.

She stopped moving, holding me for a minute or two, waiting for my blood pressure to subside. Smiling at me she brought her lips to mine, immediately thrusting her tongue deep in my mouth, quickly withdrawing it, and then nibbling on my lower lip. She licked my chin and returned it to my mouth. She held it there just long enough for me to taste my own saltiness.

Betty broke the kiss and stood up, saying, "Take a shower. I'll bring you some dry clothes."

After I had showered and dried off, I went into her bedroom to find my clean clothes laying on the bed. As I dressed, I wondered what I would say to her when I saw her next.

To be continued:

Liam's Story Ch. 02



Authors note: This is the second chapter of possibly many to come which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character. All names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you're looking for wall to wall sex this isn't for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.

*

I finished dressing and sat down on the bed, thinking about what I would say to Betty when I saw her next. Finally, when I couldn't think of anything, I just decided to go out to the kitchen where I knew she would be fixing dinner and see what happened.

"Well, Liam, I hope you have warmed up," she greeted me cheerfully.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine," I replied.

"I brought down something that I save for special occasions," she said, pointing to a bottle of twelve year old Irish whiskey that was setting on the table. "That will warm you up even more," she added. Pouring us each a glass, she toasted me saying, "To a successful dock installation."

We sat at the table and talked for at least an hour waiting for the dinner to cook. Fortunately, she kept the conversation going at first. Later, I began asking her questions about her experiences in college and in business. Nothing was mentioned about our encounter in the bath, as if it had never happened.

After dinner, we walked down to the pier admire the fruits of our labors from that afternoon. Carrying a couple lawn chairs with us, we set them up on the raft and watched a most magnificent sunset followed by an equally beautiful moon rise. We heard the distant roar of a motorboat and watched its lights pass the inlet to the cove. A few moments later the boat's wake gently rocked the raft and lapped up on the shore.

As we stood up to leave, Betty clasped my hand, stood on her tip toes and kissed me on my cheek saying, "It's been a good day today."

I went up to my bedroom, changed into my pajamas, turned off the light and relaxed in the comfortable bed. I'd almost fallen asleep when I heard a knock on the door.

"Liam, may I come in?" Betty asked.

"Yes, come on in," I replied, still half asleep, trying to open my eyes. 

When I opened my eyes, she was standing beside my bed, her white robe illuminated by the moon light. Her hands slowly loosened the tie. She shrugged her shoulders, letting the robe fall to the floor, revealing the almost transparent white nightgown it had covered.

Without saying a word, she lifted the covers and slipped into the bed next to me.

"I was lonely. O.K. if I sleep with you tonight?" she asked.

Confused, I answered, "Yes, of course."

She rolled on her side, put her arm around me and kissed me on my lips, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth.

Her hand took mine and placed it on her breast. I immediately started massaging it, playing with the nipple, and then went to her other breast, then down her shapely body and across her bottom. My hand came up under her nightgown, finding her bush, the over her cameltoe, pressing my fingers in her wet slit. Then my hands returned to her breasts, all in rapid succession.

"Liam, WHAT are you doing? For Pete's sake, take your time. I'm not going anywhere. We have all night," she exclaimed.

"Sorry, I'll slow down," I answered, realizing how sexually awkward and inexperienced I had acted.

One of Betty's personality traits being that she would go on and on about things, she continued, "I was ready to be treated gently and romantically. I didn't want to be GROPED."

"I'm sorry Betty. I guess I just got carried away."

"Darn, Liam, you acted like you'd never touched a woman before," she stated.

"Well...I haven't..." I started but couldn't get out all the words.

"Well, what?" she asked.

"Well, I haven't touched a woman before, that is, in her private places," I said meekly.

After a long silence, she asked, "You're a virgin?"

"Yes, I replied, adding, "I'm sorry for being rough. I don't know what came over me. I'm normally a gentle person," 

"Oh, Liam, I understand. I had no idea that you hadn't done this before," she consoled me, lightly pushing on my shoulder, motioning me to lie on my back.

She slipped her lush body on mine; gently kissing me on the lips, only the thin, satin nightgown separated her soft, smooth skin from my hard, hairy body. I gingerly touched her breasts with my hands. A sign of approval, she sighed.

"I'm going to guide you through this experience. Just do as I say. Try to hold back cumming as long as possible, but don't worry if you do so early, it's only natural," she lovingly instructed me, adding, "Relax and savor the moment."

She rolled off me and sat up, motioning me to do so also. As soon as I sat up, she gripped the bottom of my pajama top, pulling it over my head, and then my bottoms came off. I looked down through the moonlight to see my penis larger than it had ever been before.

Betty slipped her nightgown over her head and let it drop on the bed. She looked simply beautiful.

Her hands directed mine to her breasts. Her skin was so soft. I very, very gently squeezed then to feel their firmness and pinched them to feel there interior composition. Her breasts overflowed my large hands. I moved both hands around one breast to feel all of one at one time. My fingers circled the areola around her nipples, feeling their bumpiness. I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, rolling the swollen knobs.

"That's good, very good, Liam. Now do it harder," she said between moans.

"Yes, Liam, YES!" she added.

I continued that and repeated the sequence. I could tell from her reactions that I was doing O.K.

My penis was throbbing. I almost came when I felt her hand on my testicles. She squeezed them before brushing her hand on scrotum and running her fingers onto the underside base of my penis, slowly moving up towards the tip. When she reached my pee orifice at the base of my glans she felt my slippery precum and then her fingers slipped into my deeply slit glans, which was full of the super slippery liquid.

Her hand pulled away, taking my right hand, moving it to her side. I took the hint. With both hands, I began exploring her sides, waist, belly and back. It was as much a turn-on to me as touching her breasts had been. Her skin was so soft. Touching her fine, full, well proportioned figure was incredible.

I felt like cumming but was able to resist the urge.

She lay down and stretched out, spreading her legs, but motioned to me to stay seated. She moved my hands to her hips.

I felt her belly but stopped when I touched her pubic hair, moving my hands to the sides of her hips and thighs. I was touching the front of her thighs when she rolled over, offering me access to her back side. I loved the feel of her bottom, back and thighs, loved everything about her. I could have continued petting her there for the longest time, but she rolled over on her back again, simultaneously taking my hand, placing it on her stomach, the tips of my fingers barely touching her bush.

Guiding my hand through her trimmed pubic hair, I soon felt her mound, and then her puffy cameltoe. Her hand still gripped on the back of mine, she showed me her most private area. Her lips were puffy and firm with a tight crease separating them.

She pushed my index finger into the crevice followed by my middle finger before releasing her grip. I knew it was time to explore by myself.

"Take your time," she reminded me.

I closed my eyes and explored her wetness. Having seen some illustrations of female anatomy in a sex education book, I knew I was searching for her clit and inner lips. Her clit seemed larger than the illustrations and her inner labia much smaller. I was surprised because at the time I didn't know that those parts varied greatly among women.

I knew I should start rubbing her clit which I started to do.

"Higher, Liam, higher," she whispered.

"That's GOOD!" She gasped.

Shortly, she instructed, "Go inside me."

I got on top of her and futilely pressed my small but hard penis against her genital area but not finding the opening.

Betty reached down, took my penis in hand and guided it to her opening, telling me to press gently while she pushed her hips up towards me. A shock went through my body when her tight opening pushed back my little hood of foreskin and I slipped inside her.

The feeling was indescribably sensational, hot, wet, slippery....unbelievable...as my small penis wallowed inside her.

Uncontrollably, I started to rapidly stroke in and out. Quickly, I felt I was about to cum. I stopped to try to prolong it. My lower body pressed strongly against her mound. She arched her hips, pushing hard against me. I felt our pubic hair ground together.

From my sex education, I thought that the tip of my glans would touch her uterus, but it didn't.

Betty was rubbing my back. I reached under her and squeezed one of her cheeks.

I started to stroke again and knew I couldn't hold back any longer. Somehow I remembered about birth control. How I did it under these circumstances I'll never know. I pulled out and immediately climaxed. Her mound, our stomachs and our pubic hair were soon saturated with my sticky gel.

My body pressed against hers, most of my body weight supported by my knees and elbows, for several minutes.

When I started to roll off her, she stopped me.

"No, Liam, I want you to lie on me....for a long while," she said in a very soft voice, "It's been a long time, adding, "Liam, that was good, very good." She hugged me with her whole might.

I was too overwhelmed to speak.

Later, I felt her hand press between our stomachs. I raised my hips allowing her to find and wrap her fingers around my now limp penis. I rolled off her and onto my side, placing my right hand on her mound.

Her bush felt crusty from my dried semen.

"May I get you a washcloth and towel," I asked.

"Oh, no, I want to feel that all night," she replied, "It's late, time we both got to sleep."

"Yes, goodnight," I replied.

Betty rolled over, away from me. I placed a hand over her, holding one breast in my hand as we both fell into a deep sleep.

I awoke to sunlight streaming in the window and glanced at the alarm clock...ten minutes to seven. I never sleep that late. Betty was still fast asleep.

I quietly got out of bed, walked across the hall to the bathroom and took a hot shower. When I returned to the room, Betty was still sleeping so I dressed and went down stairs to make coffee.

The coffee had just started brewing when I heard the upstairs shower running. Shortly thereafter, Betty came downstairs wearing a robe and I assumed her shear nightie underneath.

She gave me a kiss on the cheek, saying, "You were really sweet last night."

"Thank you and you too," I replied.

We talked over breakfast. I asked her what chores she had for me that day.

"Let's take the day off Liam. I'll show you what I'd like you to do next week and then we'll relax for the rest of the day," she said.

"If that's what you want, but I'd be glad to work," I replied.

"That's what I want."

After breakfast, I went back upstairs and was surprised to see my bed made and laying neatly folded on it was Betty's nightgown with a note laying on top of it; "To Liam, For you to remember your first time, Love, Betty."

I rushed downstairs, "Thank you, Betty. I will always cherish it."

She responded by hugging me and giving me a long kiss.

"Come with me, Liam," she said, leading me into her bedroom. Opening the top drawer of her dresser, I saw an empty space. "Bring down a couple days change of clothes. I've made space for them in my dresser." She winked at me saying, "My queen size bed is a lot roomier that your double."

Immediately, I went upstairs, gathered up my clothes and returned to her bedroom, placing them neatly in her dresser.

Jokingly, she quipped, "Now don't be in a hurry or anything!"

Realizing my exuberance, I replied, "Well, I didn't want you to change your mind."

"Let me show you your next project," she said, changing the subject.

Following her to the garage, she pointed to a large accumulation of boxes and items that were packed around an old 1954 Ford half ton pickup. It was a two car garage with a one car width workshop/storage room on the side.

Pointing to the truck, she said, "That's Tom's pride and joy. I didn't have the heart to do anything with it since he died. The rest of this stuff accumulated over the years. I'd like you to sort it out for me and help me decide what to do with it. When we finish that I'll get the Texaco station to send a mechanic over and get the truck running again," she said.

"I can get that truck running again, no need to hire a mechanic," I said confidently.

"That would be great, Liam. I could use it in my business, save me having to borrow one from friends. The license is current. I'll have to reinstate the insurance."

The workshop/storage room was worse, a worse mess that is. I could tell that much thought had gone into its layout and that it would be very efficient to work in after it was cleaned up. The workbench and storage cabinets were arranged well and Tom's tools hung on the wall just as he had left them.

It was a lazy day, a good day to read. Both of us were avid readers. Betty favored historical novels and detective books while I was into outdoor adventures and technical works.

Tom had been my favorite uncle, always spending time with me when he visited and was the first one to take me hunting. I vividly remember when I was six and how proud I was when I got to carry his pheasants home. Tom also was a reader and his library reflected his interests, so I had plenty of good reading material: Jack O'Connor. Jim Carmichael and John Hunter being my favorites. Someday, maybe, I would be the one slogging through the Alaskan muskeg, climbing a steep mountain slope, or walking the veld of Africa in search of some elusive game. 

Later in the day, I gathered up some fishing gear and went down to the pier. Looking down in the clear water, water bugs were darting madly over sandy gravel bottom and schools of minnows swam by. The only sound was the lapping of the water on the shore and the wind blowing through the tree leaves.

I fished off the pier for a while, catching and releasing a few small bluegills.

Before I knew it dinner time had arrived. Betty decided to serve leftovers, which made it fast and easy for her and delicious for both of us.

As we were sitting at the dinner table, she said, "Liam, I forgot to mention to you that I got you a summer pass for the health club."

"Thank you, Betty, but you shouldn't have gone to the expense. I'll reimburse you for it," I replied.

"Oh, no need to do that. It didn't cost me anything. The owner is a friend of mine. He was glad to do it. We're always doing each other favors."

"Well, that was awful nice of him," I replied.

"I've been meaning to get back into my exercise routine. I got so busy at work the past couple of months that I didn't take the time I should have to work out," she said, adding, "Why don't we go there on Tuesday and Thursday evenings?"

"That would be great. I miss lifting weights. I get a lot of exercise at work, but the only way you can keep up your maximum strength is to lift heavy weights," I replied.

"Good, I'll pick you up at the jobsite after work and we'll go together."

Just as we were finishing dinner, the phone rang.

"Hi Molly, nice to hear from you," Betty said, answering the phone.

After phasing to listen, Betty replied, "That's wonderful that you'll be here for the Fourth of July weekend."

Betty and Molly continued their conversation for the next half hour while I retired to the living room to continue my reading.

After her phone conversation was over, Betty came into the living room, saying, "I'm going to shower and read in bed for a while."

Another hour later, I had finished studying the building plans and entered her bedroom. She was sitting up, propped up by a couple pillows, reading.

"What took you so long," she kidded me.

"I didn't want to appear too anxious," I replied.

She just laughed.

I continued through the bedroom and entered the bathroom to take a shower. As I lingered in the warmth of the hot soapy water, I thought about the day. It had been the most calm and relaxing day that I had had in a long time, maybe ever. After the shower I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist.

When I came back into the bedroom, Betty motioned to me to come over to her. I came over and stood next to her. Silently, she sat up straighter, placed her right hand on my right knee, slowly moving it up the inside of my thigh, lifting the towel as it moved.

To be continued... 



Liam's Story Ch. 03



Authors note: This is another chapter of a novel which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character, Liam. All other names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you're looking for wall to wall sex this isn't for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.

*

I continued through the bedroom and entered the bathroom to take a shower. As I lingered in the warmth of the hot soapy water, I thought about the day. It had been the most calm and relaxing day that I had had in a long time, maybe ever. After the shower I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist.

When I came back into the bedroom, Aunt Betty was sitting on the bed, propped up by several large pillows, a sheet pulled up to her neck. She motioned to me to come over to her. I came over and stood next beside her. Silently, she sat up straighter, letting the sheet fall to her waist. I was stunned by the beauty of her large, hanging breasts. She placed her right hand on my right knee, slowly moving it up the inside of my thigh, lifting the towel as it moved.

Her left hand loosened the knot on towel letting it fall to the floor. I reached over to turn off her reading lamp, but she stopped me. She toyed with my penis, pinching my little foreskin before releasing it. I started to reach over to turn off the bedside lamp, but she stopped me.

"Not tonight," she said, spreading her body out on the bed and completely removing the sheet covering her.

"Remember, take your time," she instructed.

I couldn't believe what was happening. It was too good to be true.

My eyes became glued to her mound, now clean shaven and staring at me. I placed my hands on her calves as she drew up her knees and started spreading her legs. Slowly working my hands up to her thighs, I try to hold back my desire to reach her cameltoe. She spread her knees out even wider, inviting me to her most private spot

I felt the silky smooth skin on her puffy lips, letting the tip of my finger run up the tight groove where they met up to the keyhole at her mound. Now both of my hands were exploring my new found treasure.

I saw her hands move down across her stomach and also felt them when they pushed my hands away. With fingers on each lip she spread them widely, revealing her inner parts. It looked just as it had felt last night. Her inner lips were tiny, different from the illustration I had seen in my sex education book.

She was slippery wet to my touch. Her inner lips were hardening and she trembled a little when I brushed her clit.

I lay down next to her now, pressing my hairy chest against her breasts and watching her reaction as I played with her pussy.

She reached down, taking my penis in her hand. She spread my precum around my glans.

I kissed and sucked on her breasts and nipples.

She arched her back up, pushing my hand away from her mound, "Fuck me! Liam! Please, do it now!" she begged.

I rolled over on her and slipped inside her. She was wet, hot and slippery. Soon, very soon, we were both shivering in ecstasy.

She dug her finger nails into my bottom. I squeezed her breasts.

Exhausted, I lie there for a few minutes before rolling off her.

I don't even remember turning off the light. The next thing I knew is the alarm clock going off, signaling the start of a new work week.

This was an important week for the project. We had to complete the slab for the second major building. This meant building forms, installing the reinforcing steel, and pouring the concrete. I was looking forward to learning many new things even though my efforts would be limited to "grunt" work.

The day went quickly even though I worked an extra two hours and the crew made good progress.

"You certainly had a long day," my aunt said as I entered the house.

"Yes, it was a good day. If we keep it up and the weather cooperates, we'll get the slab done this week."

During dinner she asked, "Do you think you can make the gym tomorrow?"

"Yes, it should be a shorter day," I replied.

I packed up a small bag with some shorts, tennis shoes, a T-shirt, towel and a clean change of clothes to take to the gym tomorrow.

Later than evening my aunt continued my education.

Work progressed well the next day and I was able to leave on time for the gym. She picked me up at the jobsite and we were there by 3:30 P.M.

The gym was recently constructed and well equipped, especially for being located in such a small town.

At the front desk, I signed in for my quest pass and met some of the staff, of course, Aunt Betty knew everyone.

We walked past the front desk, down a foyer which led to the locker rooms.

"Let's meet at the front desk at about five o'clock. I'm going to the exercise class," she said.

Pushing open the men's door, I entered the locker room; it like the rest of the club was very nicely done with new metal lockers, tile floors and bright white painted block walls. The room was about twenty feet square with lockers on three sides. The side opposite the door opened to the wet room, having a sauna, steam bath, hot tub, showers and bathrooms. 

After a quick tour of the wet area, I selected a locker and changed into my gym clothes.

The weight room was Spartan, but had all the essentials: dumbbells, regular and curl bars, flat and incline benches. Two middle age men were lifting dumbbells and using the curl bar. I went straight to the flat bench, no need to warm up with light weights; after all, technically, I'd been working out all day.

I did the standard routine for football training; twelve rep groups until you couldn't do anymore. Starting at 110 pounds, I worked at 20 pound increments up to 170. At 170, I stopped at 6. I could have done a few more, but since this was my first weight lifting session in a month, I didn't want to injure myself and jeopardize my job. It was a good stopping point.

Feeling good after my first weightlifting in a month, I went to the locker room. It was busier now, guys coming and going. Most of the guys were in their thirties and forties, while a few were my age or a little older and a few older gentlemen also.

Sitting down on the bench and facing my locker, I took off my clothes and wrapped the towel around my waist. As I walked toward the wet area, I noticed that I was one of the few who wearing a towel, everyone else, were completely naked, and carrying their towels at their sides.

Getting to the steam room I realized that I had to leave my towel outside. I hung it on one of the hooks and opened the steam room door. A hot steamy fog billowed out. Walking inside, the wet heat hit my skin, immediately starting to sooth my muscles.

The steam room had a two tier bench on either side with the steam generator on the floor on the back wall. The steam was thick but I could make out two men sitting on the top bench on the left side. One had his back propped up against the back wall with his legs sprawled out, facing me. The other fellow was laying out flat on his back with his knees pulled up.

I took a seat on the right side on the top bench the center of the room.

They were quite friendly as we exchanged greetings.

Slowly, the steam condensed, increasing visibility in the room. The fellow who was lying down, sat up and he too propped himself up against the back wall.

As we introduced ourselves and started into a conversation, I couldn't help but think about how much larger their penis' were than mine even though they were much smaller men. I made certain that I sat so as to keep my small, hypospadias penis hidden from their view.

I thought, "I wish I could feel comfortable sitting or walking around nude in the presence of others. As intimate as we have become, I don't even feel confident being naked in front of my aunt."

When the room had cleared some more, the steam generator automatically turned on turning the room into a wet, hot cloud.

I had had enough heat and figured that under the cover of fog was a good time to exit, said "See you later," and left the room.

Closing the door, I grabbed my towel, holding it in front of me to the shower room. I went to the closest corner and facing the corner quickly soaped up, rinsed and returned to my locker.

Facing the wall I dried off and put on a clean pair of boxer shorts. 

I said to myself, "I know this is silly, but I'm going to pretend that I'm nude and go over to the water fountain and get a drink."

I had just finished drinking when a middle aged man asked me, "Do you play football for the University?"

"No, but I'll be a freshman there this fall."

"Well, you should play for them. They could use you," he responded.

"Thanks, but I don't think I would have the time."

"I'm friends with the coach. If you change your mind, give me a call. Come over to my locker and I'll give you a business card," he said.

On the way over to his locker, we introduced ourselves.

"Nice meeting you," I said as I returned to my locker after getting his card.

After dressing, I met Aunt Betty at the entrance and we drove home.

After dinner and helping her clear the table and wash the dishes, I started my evening ritual of studying building plans.

Tonight, I would read and compare the foundation and structural steel plans, trying to soak in every detail and visualize their inter-relationship.

Part of the first floor on the backside of the building was a covered patio. Two columns from the second floor were exposed on the outside wall. Looking at the foundation plan, didn't see any footings under these just a ring-wall running under them. I didn't understand this because it seemed to me that the load from the second floor was the same as all the others which had substantial footings under them. I'd ask Mr. O'Brien about it in the morning.

Rolling up the plans, I went into the bedroom. My aunt who was reading put down her book as I entered the room.

"You must be tired," she said.

"Yes," I answered as the thought crossed my mind to be a bit of an exhibitionist with her tonight.

Instead of my usual quick entry to bed, I decided to take my time undressing. I took off my pants first and then my boxer shorts. Facing her, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, placing it on top of my pants on the back of the chair. I sat down on the chair, taking off my socks.

Standing up I slowly walked over to my side of the bed, standing there, asking her questions about her day.

After a few minutes, I pulled back the sheet, got into bed and stretched out, conspicuously not covering myself.

I felt a huge high come over me as I exposed my body to her. She had such a sultry look on her face as she prolonged the conversation.

My aunt didn't raise her book the entire time.

She lustfully smiled at me, turning to me and pressing our lips together, her tongue deep in mouth, her left hand pinching and twisting my nipple and taking my penis in her left hand, tugging on it.

Before I knew it she was on top of me, straddling me. I felt her ample breasts pressing against my chest and her hot wet pussy on my stomach as she thrust her tongue in my mouth.

Abruptly, she broke the kiss, pushing her arms out straight. Now her breasts hung above my chest, slowly swinging side to side, her nipples lightly brushing my hairy chest.

I took a dangling globe in each hand, gently massaging and pinching them. My hands, still wrapped around them pressed up against her chest, feeling her ribs.

She started to slide her body down, but I stopped her by refusing to move my hands. She struggled but was powerless to move.

"Alright, Liam, you've proved your point. Now cut it out," she demanded.

"O.K.," I laughingly replied.

She started to move down again. This time I didn't stop her, but I kept my hands clasping her breasts. I felt her warm, wet pussy slide down my body. She rose up her hips to get over my erect penis.

I tried to rub her breasts on my genitals. She stopped me by prying my hands from her globes.

Her breasts now dangled above me, teasing my penis and scrotum with their brushing action.

I felt her lips and tongue on the underside of my glans, the tip of her tongue tickling my deep slit and pee opening. Soon my whole head was in her mouth, her tongue continuing to work my slit.

After a few moments, I begged her, "Please stop. I'm going to come!"

She didn't let up. Uncontrollably, I couldn't hold back any longer and she wouldn't stop. I started to come. She licked even harder. I just kept cumming.

Finally, I cried out, "I'm too sensitive. I can't take anymore, please..."

She pulled away, laying her cheek on my thigh.

The next thing I remember was the alarm going off and being shut off in the morning.

With a sultry grin on her face, she asked, "Sleep well?" as she pinched my scrotum.

Wanting to get to the job earlier than usual so I would have time to ask Mr. O'Brien my questions on the plans before the workday started, I dressed quickly, said "Good bye" to Aunt Betty, grabbed a cup of coffee and headed out the door.

When I arrived at the jobsite, the usual group of guys was gathered in the construction trailer enjoying their coffee. After greeting everyone and getting a cup of coffee myself, I asked Mr. O'Brien if I could ask him a question about the plans.

The master set of plans was laid out on a drafting table at the far end of the trailer. I opened them to the drawings in question and explained my concerns.

After a long silence, he said, "The architect will be in his office in about a half hour. I'll call him then. Now, let's get to work."

The construction hands went to work diligently at their assigned tasks. We had a lot of things to accomplish this week.

About forty five minutes later, I saw Mr. O'Brien come out of the trailer and start talking to the carpentry foreman. Then, the two of them called the crew together and instructed us to remove the rebar we at set in the two column locations and begin to construct foundations as we had on the adjacent column locations.

Mr. O'Brien took me aside and said, "You were right, Liam. Thanks."

Now, we did have a tight schedule for the week.

At lunch time, Mr. O'Brien asked all of us on the carpentry crew to work late so that we might catch up. I called Betty to let her know that I would be late.

After working four hours of overtime and having made up for lost time, we knocked off. Mr. O'Brien saved me a mile long walk by giving me a ride home. Both of us being men of few words, it pretty much a silent trip.

"Thanks again, Liam. That was good thinking," He said as he dropped me off.

"You're welcome."

Aunt Betty, sitting up reading in bed, greeted me, "Long day, huh?"

"Yes, but a good one."

After taking a shower, I joined her in bed, my naked body feeling the comfort of the mattress and the freshness of the clean sheets that she had changed that day.

Over breakfast the next morning, asked me if I thought I could go to the gym with her that evening. I said that I thought I could, but I would call her if something came up.

The workday went smoothly. Late in the afternoon, the architect came by to make a final inspection before the concrete pour. Mr. O'Brien made a point of introducing me to him and credited me with finding the drawing error. He didn't seem too pleased to meet me.

Aunt Betty picked me up at the regular quitting time. Being pretty tired from a long day and week of hard physical work I decided to do just three sets bench presses and spend the rest of the time relaxing in the steam or sauna.

The weight room was empty except for three college age guys doing sets on one of the benches. After introducing ourselves, it turned out that they were going to be seniors at the University that fall and were home for summer vacation. They were all very muscular fellows, about the same size just under six feet and 200 pounds.

I started out with my usual twelve reps with 110 pounds, but to shorten the work out I jumped up to 150 on the next set. The other fellows were doing a small number of reps at 205 pounds. I went up to 205 pounds, ripping off twelve reps with energy left over.

That was it for me. The three guys were also finished. We headed back to the locker room together.

This time I brought along a pair of swim trunks to wear in the wet area. That way I could be more comfortable.

The four of us ended up in the sauna together. They were discussing an upcoming body building contest they were entering.

"Liam, you should get into body building. You would do well," they complemented me.

"Thanks, but I just don't have the time to get into the kind of shape you guys are in," I replied.

"Well, would you be interested in being on our weight lifting team? We need a fourth member," John, the smallest of the three, asked. 

"Yes, we're allowed one member who weighs over 220 pounds on the team. We have an annual contest with an across town team. The contest will be in three weeks and our best lifter is out with a broken hand.

"I don't know. I'm pretty out of shape, heavy lifting wise," I replied.

"How many reps can you do with 225 pounds? The contest is to see which team can do the most reps at 225. Each member of the team does one set. The team with the highest total of all four sets wins. The last two years, they beat us by two and three reps," continued John.

"I really don't know. I've always trained to do multiple sets at twelve reps for endurance," I said.

"The way you handled 205 tonight, I think you'll be O.K. at 225," he asserted, adding, "If you can do six, we'll probably win."

"I think I could do that."

"Good, then you're on the team?" he asked.

"Yes, sure I'll do it."

Back at our lockers, we exchanged phone numbers and planned to keep in touch.

Before I knew it the evening and night had past and I was back on the job. Truck after truck of concrete arrived and was poured into the forms. The building floor was shaping up nicely and by the end of the day completed. That evening we all left the jobsite with a sense of fulfillment.

Mr. O'Brien gave me a ride home and again thanked me for the job I had done that week.

Before I had gotten to the back door, I smelled the aroma of the beef stew that had filtered through the screen door into the cool evening air.

"How was your day?" Aunt Betty greeted me.

"It couldn't have been better!" I cheerfully replied.

During dinner I told her that I planned on working on getting the old Ford pickup running tomorrow as I knew she could use it in maintaining her rental properties.

Later that evening, she showered first and was in bed when I finished my shower and entered the bedroom. Naked, I walked over to her side of the bed, reaching out to turn off her bed lamp.

Running her hand up my thigh to my genitals, she wrapped her hand around them, saying, "You're getting to be quite a tease, Liam!"

I turned off the light and motioned her to move over. I slipped into bed and into her arms.

Bright and early, I was up in the morning to begin work on the truck. About mid-morning I borrowed Aunt Betty's car to make a run to the auto parts store. At about five o'clock, she came running out to the garage after hearing a couple loud backfires and a lot of rumbling. In a few minutes, the bad gas had been burnt and the cobwebs blown out of the exhaust system.

A half hour of tinkering with the carburetor and distributer, the old engine was running as smooth as the day it left the assembly line.

By six, we were on a test drive down her street, then felling confident about the way it was running we drove downtown and back.

Later that evening, when I mentioned that tomorrow I planned to spend the day organizing the workroom, she replied, "No, Liam, let's just relax tomorrow."

"I feel bad about not doing enough to earn my keep," I countered.

"I understand, but I'd like some company tomorrow," she replied.




Liam's Story Ch. 03



"O.K."I replied.

We slept late on Sunday. I awoke first and quietly dressed, so as to not disturb her. After starting the coffee, I walked out the driveway to pick up the paper. By the time I had finished reading it, Aunt Betty was up, sitting at the kitchen table in her bathrobe with me. We spent the rest of the evening just lounging around.

By noon, under a perfectly clear day, the temperature had warmed up to the mid seventies by far the warmest day of the year to date.

"Let's go down to the lake and sun bathe," she suggested.

"Sounds good, swimming, too."

"Maybe for you, but the water is probably going to be too cold for me."

Soon, we were spreading out our towels on the floating pier.

"I see you brought a bar of soap," I observed.

"I thought that if I can stand the water temperature that I might take my bath in the lake," she replied.

"So, you're going to skinny dip?" I asked enthusiastically.

"Heavens no! Someone might see me," she replied.

"This is a secluded cove, no one's going to see you except me," I replied.

"So, you'd like to see me naked and covered with goose bumps?"

"Yes, of course!" I replied.

"Well, you don't bother me, but a boat might come into the bay or someone may be in the woods."

"We'd see the boat long before they'd be able to see you and who would be lurking in that mosquito infested woods?"

"Liam, sometimes you just give me a hard time," she jokingly.

Chuckling, I replied, "I know."

The sun's rays warmed us. About a half hour later, I needed to cool down. I got up and stood by the edge of the pier, ready to dive in.

"Don't you dare dive off there, you'll splash me."

"O.K I" I said and walked down the pier to beach.

The water was cool but not frigid as it was earlier in the month. I spent about twenty minutes swimming before I swam over to the pier. I couldn't resist flicking a few drops of water on Betty's back, never thought she could move that fast.

"Liam, how dare you! Don't do that again!"

"Sorry," I said as I pulled myself up onto the raft.

We spent about an hour lying there being warmed by the sun, listening to the water lap up on the beach, and gently rocking up and down as the ripple of wave action moved the raft before Betty got up and said, "I've had enough sun. Don't want to get sun burned. I'm going up to the house to take a shower a nap."

"I think I'll take a bath in the lake and meet you up there," I replied.

Standing about knee deep in the water, I soaped up my whole body including putting my hand inside my swimming trunks, giving special attention to my shrunken parts.

After drying off, I walked up the hill to the house. Entering the bedroom, Betty was propped up in the bed reading a book. I went in the bathroom, took off my trunks and hung them up to dry. After a brief look at myself in the full length mirror, there was no question that I would wrap a towel around my waist before returning to the bedroom.

Walking over to my side of the bed, I discretely and simultaneously, dropped the towel and slipped under the sheet.

Before I had completely settled in, Aunt Betty had rolled over to me and was gently kissing me on the lips. The next thing I knew, she had pulled down the sheet and was kissing her way down my chest. All I could see was her soft, lovely strawberry blond hair. When she got down to my waist, I felt her hand on my penis.

"It's tiny and all shrived up," I said, expressing my embarrassment.

"It's just fine. That's just a guy thing. Now relax and enjoy," she said with authority.

As her wet lips and tongue teased my little mushroom head, I felt a tingle go through my body and then I felt the ultimate wet warmth when my whole penis became engulfed in her mouth. Her tongue tickled the deep slit and opening. I felt it swell and swell. Finally just my head fit in her mouth.

Before I knew it, she was washing me off with a warm, damp wash rag.

"Now, we can take a nap," she said, soothingly.

Sunday evening and Monday passed quickly.

When I left for work on Tuesday morning, it looked like rain. By lunch time it was drizzling and onerous clouds were on the horizon with numerous lightning strikes.

Mr. O'Brien decided to call it a day and sent all of us home. I called Betty to let her know and that I was going to the health club before going home. Now that I had access to a vehicle I had so much more mobility.

That time of day the club was sparsely populated, mostly housewives who provided some nice scenery. After changing into my gym clothes, I went to the weight room and started my regular routine.

I had just finished my first set when an older man came into the room. He introduced himself as a member of the staff and a weight lifting instructor. I was later to find out that he was in his late seventies and a former weight lifting champion.

"So, what is your goal!" he inquired.

"I'm trying to increase my maximum lift and get ready for a contest based on total reps at 225 pounds," I replied.

He asked about my normal routine.

After describing it to him, he advised, "You're wearing yourself out on the way up! This is what you should do. Do fewer reps on each set as you go up in weight and jump up in weight more between sets.

I did as he instructed. Before I knew it I was at 225. No problem, he told me to stop at 3 reps. I ended up doing 3 more reps at 245 when he advised me to stop for the day.

"What time will you be in on Thursday?" he asked.

"I get off work at three o'clock so I should get here by three thirty."

"Good, I'll see you then," he said, adding, "I normally leave at three, but I'll stay a little late to coach you."

"Thanks, I really appreciate that."

To be continued in Chapter 4 



Liam's Story Ch. 04



Authors note: This is another chapter of a novel which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character, Liam. All other names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you're looking for wall to wall sex this isn't for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.

Before I knew it Thursday had rolled around again. Thursday was always a good day because it was payday. At the end of the day, Mr. O'Brien would pass out the paychecks.

*

About ten minutes before quitting time, he came over to me and asked me to come to his office. 

As he closed his office door behind us, he said, "When Mike Fitzpatrick (the owner of the company) heard about your finding the drawing error last week, he was very impressed and grateful." Handing me an envelope, he continued, "You'll find a note from him and a bonus check inside. Also, we've given you a dollar an hour raise, effective this paycheck."

Shocked, hesitated for a moment before saying, "Thank you. Thank you very much."

"You are very welcome and thank you. Keep up the good work," he replied.

We shock hands and I left his office. I stepped out of the trailer; the other workers were starting to file in to pick up their checks.

I couldn't wait to get home to open the envelope so I opened it as soon as I parked at the health club.

The note was short and to the point, "Liam, Mighty fine work! Thanks, Mike Fitzpatrick."

The bonus check was for one hundred dollars and my paycheck reflected the raise. I felt like a millionaire. 

After changing into my gym clothes, I headed straight to the weight room, hoping that Major, the trainer, who had helped me on Tuesday.

"Hi Liam, glad you could make it today," he greeted me.

"I'm sure glad to see you, also," I replied.

Soon, he had me up to 245.

"You're really pumped up today," he observed.

"I had a good day at work," I answered.

"Are you ready for 265?' he asked.

"Let's go for it," I replied.

I did the first three reps pretty easily, but struggled with the fourth.

"That's enough for today. Good workout," Major advised, adding, "We'll have you up to 300 before you know it."

Aunt Betty had a business meeting that prevented her from coming to the gym so it was later in the evening before I could tell her about my day.

When I told her she was as excited and happy as I was.

Friday morning, Mr. O'Brien asked for volunteers to work half a day on Saturday to help make up for the rain-out on Tuesday. Almost the whole crew including myself volunteered.

After working until noon at the construction job, I came home and spent about two hours on some projects for Betty.

Now I was ready for a shower and a nap, not an ordinary nap, but a power nap to recharge my batteries.

Betty had gone to her office to catch up on paperwork and the phone was off the hook. Taking off my shoes, I lay down on the living room couch, unbuttoned several buttons on my shirt, undid my belt, unsnapped and unzipped my pants and quickly feel into a deep sleep.

About a half hour into my nap I was awakened by noises in the house. When I cleared my eyes, I saw my Aunt's friend, Jean, standing in the living room doorway. Jean, who lived in a nearby town, was an attractive brunette, tall and thin, in her late thirties.

"I'm sorry that I awoke you," she said, "I was in town and thought I would drop by."

I explained to her that Aunt Betty was at her office this afternoon. 

As I started to sit up, she said "Please don't sit up. I didn't mean to disturb your nap." 

I lay back down. She walked over to me, sitting down on the edge of the couch.

"Betty tells me you have been a great help to her this summer and that you work very hard. Now how about if I give you a nice relaxing massage?"

I didn't know what to say. I'd never had a massage before, so I just nodded approval.

"I'll have you back to sleep in no time," she said as her fingers started lightly kneading my left arm. Never pressing or squeezing hard, had she methodically massaged my arms, hands, feet, calves, the lower half of my thighs, and finally my forehead and face.

Right when I thought she was finished, she unbuttoned the remaining buttons on my shirt and opened it up, pressing her hands on my hairy chest. Starting at my neck her palms and fingertips slid down my chest and stomach to near my waist, then back up my sides to my neck. After several minutes of that gentle, repetitive motion, I was almost asleep. 

"I think you will get a nice nap now," she said as she moved her hands down my chest. 

However this time she didn't stop at my waist but continued down onto my underpants. Her hand brushed over my genitals.

Her hands returned to my stomach. I felt her right hand slip under the waistband, through my thick pubic hair and onto my neatly trimmed scrotum, cupping and squeezing my testicles. The tips of her fingers moved to the base of my small, limp penis, slowly moving on the underside towards the tip. 

"Oh!" she said in surprise as the tip of her index finger slipped into the deep slit on the underside of my glans.

Her left thumb hooked under the waistband and pulled my underpants down.

Moving her hand from my penis, she said, "My! You have a long, deep slit. I've never seen one like that before!

Lifting my penis up, she added, "And a nice little foreskin." 

When she pinched the hood of foreskin that covers the top third of my glans and pulled it back exposing the top rim, I couldn't hold back any more and started to cum. She continued to rub my slit and play with my foreskin until I was empty and got so sensitive that I begged her to stop.

When I had regained my composure, I looked down to see her cradling my penis, barely longer than her fingers, in her cum covered hands. 

Embarrassed I said, "I never came when I was soft before. I don't know what happened. It happened so fast."

I looked at her face.

She smiled, "Its o.k. I surprised you didn't I? You didn't think I was going to play with your little cock, did you?"

"No," I replied.

"I'll be right back," she said as she got up from the couch and walked to the bathroom.

Looking down at my exposed genitals, I thought about pulling my underpants back up as I was thinking, "What would it be like to have a large and perfectly shaped penis?"

It seemed like an eternity but a few minutes later, she returned with a small bowl of warm water, a wash cloth, and a towel. She soaped up her hands but then stopped as if she had second thoughts.

"It's O.K. if I wash you?" she asked.

Unable to speak I just nodded my head.

"I know you're embarrassed, but don't be. You're just young and very sensitive," she said as she took my hypospadias penis in her warm, soapy hand and pushed back my foreskin with her thumb.

"Do you like it?" I asked, meekly.

"Like what?" she replied, squeezing my penis. 

"My penis," I answered, softy.

She smiled and replied, "Yes, of course I like it, now, relax and let me wash you." 

After she finished washing and drying me off, she bent down. I felt her hair tickling my thighs and scrotum and then a light kiss on mushroom tip.

As she got up to leave, she said, "Why don't you stay at my house next weekend? I have some things you can help me with." Before I could answer, she added, "I'll stop by Betty's office on my way out of town and clear it with her. Have a good nap."

I heard the door close and laid back but couldn't get back to sleep. I just kept reliving the experience, wondering if she would tell my Aunt about the massage, what my Aunt's reaction would be, and if I would actually visit Jean next weekend.

Later, Jean would share the following account with me.

Driving to Betty's office, feeling dampness between her legs, Jean was thinking, "What if Liam had been completely naked when I gave him that massage, such a large, strong, good looking young man!

"I need to be very careful when I ask Betty about him visiting me next weekend. I don't want to let on as my true intentions," adding, "Once I get her approval I'll make a quick exit before I say something I shouldn't."

Jean drove into the parking lot of the small, upscale strip mall that Betty owned. Betty used one of the ten suites as her real estate office. She parked, apprehensively walked up to Betty's suite and knocked on the front door. Betty broke out in a big smile when she saw Jean at the door.

"What a pleasant surprise!" Betty exclaimed, exchanging a big hug with her friend.

"It's great to see you!" Jean returned. Suddenly, her apprehension disappeared.

"Come on in. I'll make a pot of coffee," Betty offered.

"That would be fine," Jean replied.

The women chatted like girls for onwards of an hour, when Betty remembered that she had asked Liam to start the charcoal at four thirty.

"I have to call Liam to tell him I'll be late," Betty said, "He's starting the charcoal at four thirty."

"No, don't do that. I have an appointment myself. I need to be on the road," Jean said.

"By the way, I was wondering if Liam could spend a weekend helping me. I have a lot of chores and minor repairs that need tending to?" asked Jean.

"Sure, that would be fine. You'll enjoy his company. He's a very personable and intelligent young man," Betty answered, "When were you thinking of?"

"Well, if possible, next weekend would be great for me. I still haven't found anyone to put in my boat dock and it's already two weeks into June," Jean replied.

"Done, my friend!" Betty returned, "I'm sure Liam will want to help you."

"Well, I'd better let you go," Jean said.

The women exchanged hugs and left for their cars.

I lay on the couch reliving the massage and all the enlightening events that I had experienced since moving in with my aunt some three weeks ago. 

I got up, grabbed a beer out of the fridge and started the grill on her porch. The coals were just right when Betty pulled into the carport.

After a good hamburger dinner and a few beers, we sat in lounge chairs overlooking the lake and rehashed our week's activities. Betty mentioned that Jean would like me to help her next weekend and I agreed. After watching the sun slowly disappear into the lake, we retired to her bedroom.

Since I had taken a shower earlier, I undressed and got in bed, naked, pulling a light sheet over me. Betty took a long shower, giving me time to think about how I was going to tell her about the massage. We had established such a close and open relationship that I knew I had to tell her.

Finally, she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel covering from her neck to mid thigh.

"That felt good," she said as she lay down on her back on top of the sheet, "I have to dry off."

I rolled on my side and started caressing her damp thighs. She looked, smelled, and felt so good.

"You've just shaved, I remarked, feeling her smooth skin.

"Just for you," she replied.

Trying not to stutter, I blurted out, "You remember when we talked about me eventually having sexual encounters with other women? Well, I had...." before being interrupted.

"No! You didn't, already? Don't tell me. Let me guess. It's Wendy, the secretary at your construction company office," she said excitedly, "I could tell from the way she was looking at you." 

"No, when Jean came by today," I said before being interrupted again.

"JEAN! Really!" my aunt exclaimed, "I should have guessed. You sure picked a nice one."

"Are you upset?" I inquired.

"Oh, heavens no," she replied. "Tell me what happened," she asked eagerly.

"I was taking a nap when she came by. Since she had awoken me, she offered to give me a massage. I thought it was just going to a massage until the end when she played with my penis and I came," I said quickly and concisely.

"Wait a minute! You're not getting off that easy. Tell me the whole story, every minute detail. Don't leave anything out," she demanded, taking my hand and pressing it onto her smooth mons.

Moving my hand down to cover Aunt Betty's vulva, my middle finger on the outside of the crease where her full puffy lips met, my fingers began lightly caressing the soft skin of her outer private parts, I began the story, "I was laying on the couch with my shirt partially unbuttoned, my belt undone, and pants unsnapped and unzipped. She offered to give me a massage and I accepted. She said that she would have me back to sleep in no time, as her fingers started lightly kneading my left arm. Never pressing or squeezing hard, she methodically massaged my arms, hands, feet, calves, the lower half of my thighs, and finally my forehead and face.

"Right when I thought she was finished, she unbuttoned the remaining buttons on my shirt and opened it up, pressing her hands on my hairy chest. Starting at my neck her palms and fingertips slid down my chest and stomach to near my waist, then back up my sides to my neck. After several minutes of that gentle, repetitive motion, I was almost asleep. 

I continued to caress her mons and lips, moving my middle finger up and down her crease, stopping at times at the keyhole below her mons. The crease was getting slippery.

"However the last time she didn't stop at my waist but continued down onto my underpants. Only the thin soft cotton fabric separated her hands from my skin. I felt like I was going to cum the moment her hand brushed over my genitals," I continued before being interrupted.

"Stop teasing me, Aunt Betty begged, as she pressed my middle finger into her crease.

My finger felt her heat and wetness, probing to find her tiny inner lips, purposely avoiding her clit.

I continued, "Her hands returned to my stomach. I felt her right hand slip under the waistband, through my thick pubic hair and onto my neatly trimmed scrotum, cupping and squeezing my testicles. The tips of her fingers moved to the base of my small, limp penis, slowly moving on the underside towards the tip. 

"When the tip of her index finger slipped into the deep slit on the underside of my glans, Jean said, "Oh!" in surprise.

"She pulled down my underpants down so she could see what she was touching.

My aunt visualized her good friend about to examine my small, unusual penis. She vividly remembered the first time she watched me cum. My sperm had squirted out the hole on the underside of my shaft. The hole was located just below the glans. The white, sticky gel filled my slit and splattered all over my flat, hairy stomach. She recalled the times she toyed with the small hood of foreskin that covers the top third of my glans; pushing it back to reveal the top rim, pulling it in different directions, and most of all pinching it with her fingernails and teeth.

"She looked at my penis and examined my slit with her finger. She said that she had never seen penis with such a long deep slit before."

"Rub my clit, PLEASE!" Aunt Betty interrupted.

I inserted my index finger into her pussy, finding her swollen clit with both fingers.

"Then she noticed my foreskin. When she pinched the hood of my foreskin and pulled it back exposing the top rim, I couldn't hold back any more and started to cum. She continued to rub my slit and play with my foreskin until I was empty and got so sensitive that I begged her to stop," I continued. 

"When I had regained my composure, I looked down to see her cradling my penis, barely longer than her fingers, in her cum covered hands. 

"Embarrassed, I told her that I had never come when I was soft before, that I didn't know what happened and that it had happened so fast. 

"I looked Jean in the eye.

"Then she said, "Its o.k. I surprised you didn't I? You didn't think I was going to play with your little cock, did you?"

"I replied, "No." Then she went to the bath room, brought back a bowl of water and towel to bath me. She washed and dried me.

"That's about it," I concluded.

Betty was breathing heavily as I continued to play with her hot wet pussy. Her clit was has now huge.

"Come on. Tell, me, in detail, all about the bath she gave you," she demanded.

"O.K., after Jean soaped up her hands, she wrapped her right hand around my penis, pushed back my foreskin with her thumb and squeezed, spreading my slit wide open. She placed the tip of her index finger on the mushroom tip, and then pressed it down the slit the entire length of my glans to the hole, then back up the slit to the tip. She repeated that slippery movement several times before concentrating on the hole," I replied, phasing.

"Continue," my aunt said, anxiously.

"Well, I'm embarrassed to tell you this part," I replied, timidly, "I.....I was so self conscious that asked her if she liked my penis."

"Slow down, I don't want to come yet," Betty interrupted. 

I mowed my fingers off her clit and down to Betty's delicate inner lips.

Breathing heavily, Aunt Betty asked, "Well, what did Jean say?" 

"She, said, "Yes, of course, I like it, now relax and enjoy your bath,"" I replied, continuing to play with my aunt's most hidden parts.

"I can't wait any longer. Make love to me now, PLEASE!" Aunt Betty begged, her hips arching up off the bed, "Please fuck me!"

I moved to a kneeling position between her spread inviting legs. My penis, rock hard, straight, only five inches long but thicker than most with a head larger in diameter than the shaft ached to feel the wet, warmth of her pussy.

"Ah!" I exclaimed as my head slipped into her cameltoe. My pubic hair touching her bald mound, I felt my penis wallow inside her. She could have accommodated a member much thicker and longer than mine.

I stroked her the way she had taught me; almost pulling my penis out on each stroke, rubbing my mushroom head and foreskin on her inner lips and G-spot on each stroke, in and out. I slipped my hand between our bodies, rubbing her swollen clit. 

She stiffened up, quivering. I felt her tighten up on my penis. I came and came and came.

Exhausted, I lay on top of her, both of us hot, sweaty, shaking, and locked together.

Slowly, her grip on my penis relaxed and I pulled my now small, limp penis out and rolled over on my back.

A few minutes later, Aunt Betty sat up, grabbed the towel and wiped me off before placing the towel between her legs to adsorb our juices.

Laying over on me, her ample breasts pressed against my hairy arms and chest, she said "Now that's what I call a bedtime story!"

To be continued in Chapter 5... 



Liam's Story Ch. 05



Authors note: This is another chapter of a novel which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character, Liam. All other names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you're looking for wall to wall sex this isn't for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.

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Since I was going to be away for the weekend, Aunt Betty took the opportunity to go to the Twin Cities to visit a friend. She had left Friday at noon and planned to return Sunday evening.

After getting home from work I took a shower and fixed myself dinner, warming up some leftovers. I had just settled into reading one of Tom's African hunting books when the phone rang.

"Hello Liam," Jean said cheerfully, "Just wanted to check to see if we're still on for tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'm looking forward to it. When would you like me there?"

"Anytime, I get up early."

"Would seven o'clock be too early?" I asked.

"Perfect!" I'll cook you some breakfast," she replied.

Saturday morning, I awoke early and was on the road by six o'clock, relieved that Aunt Betty was away, saving us an awkward "goodbye" moment.

I didn't know what to expect at Jean's. My mind wandered the gamut from a warm, non-sexual situation to a wild sexual fantasy. It was exciting and troubling at the same time. I was worried about being awkward socially with her considering how inexperienced I was with women and the deep attraction I had to her. I was encouraged by how friendly she had been on the phone last night. I knew she was genuinely friendly to me, but I had no way of judging of how "friendly" a relationship she intended.

I didn't even know the proper way to address her. Considering what had transpired between us last Saturday, Miss or Ms. Seemed too formal and Jean sounded too presumptuous.

After driving about an hour and recognizing Jean's home from pictures I'd seen, I turned into her driveway. The home was a frame building with wood siding, painted brown. It had been a summer cabin until Jean bought it and winterized it, making it her year round home. A small, cozy but non-pretentious home, especially considering the business success Jean had accomplished.

To say the least, I was uneasy; however when Jean stepped out on her porch, smiling and waving to me, my mind was put at ease.

Meeting in the driveway, she gave me a big hug, inviting me inside.

Stepping up into the small enclosed porch which served as a "mud room" the aroma of fresh baked biscuits filled the air.

Her cabin had one large room which served as a living room, dining area and kitchen. To the left was the living area having a rustic stone corner stone fireplace next to a large picture window looking out on to the lake. To the right was her kitchen and dining area. The walls were genuine north woods knotty pine boards.

Directly across the den was the bedroom with a door on the right to the bathroom.

Except for the bathroom that had ceramic tile floors, the entire house had narrow cut oak flooring.

"Such a comfortable, cozy house," I complemented her.

"Well, thank you. I really enjoy living here. I call it "my cabin in the woods"," she replied, adding, "Let's get you some breakfast."

While eating my breakfast, I was thinking to myself, I asked, "Where am I going to sleep tonight? There was only a love seat and a couple chairs in the living room. Maybe, she has a cot in the closet, but maybe not?"

"Besides installing the dock what other projects what projects do you have scheduled for me?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, I've had to put off the dock installation. I had someone lined up to help you, but he had to cancel out. It's too big a job for one person," she said regretfully.

"Let me take a look at it," I replied.

Walking down the steep steps down to the lake, I noticed several steps that needed replacing. "I'll fix these later," I said.

The dock turned out to be much smaller and easier installation than was Aunt Betty's. I was able to use one of the steel pipe posts to lever the barrel raft into the water. Taking off my shoes and socks and rolling up my pants legs, I floated the raft into position and then drove the pipe posts into the lake bottom. The job was complete in a little more than an hour.

"Very good, Liam. Thank you so much!" she exclaimed.

Another hour and a half later, I had rounded up the materials and tools needed to repair the steps and had completed that task.

"What's next?" I asked.

"I'd like you to help me clear the brush along the top of the bank. It's grown up so much that I've lost the view of the lake." She replied.

"Good, let's get started," I said.

Using clippers, I cut off the brush at ground level and cut down several small scrubby trees with a hand saw. We hauled the branches to an open area in the center of her yard, in between her house and the bank adding them to an existing pile of dry, seasoned wood. By noon, we had a good sized bon fire built and a larger pile of branches to feed the fire as it burnt down.

"We'll have a nice fire after dinner tonight," Jean said.

"What's next?" I asked.

"I'd like to take a boat ride."

"You're kidding. I came here to help you with some chores."

"Well, you are. This is the first time I'll have taken out my boat this year and I want to have someone who is good with mechanical things with me. Betty said you got Tom's old truck going in no time at all. I arranged with the marina for the boat to be taken out of storage, serviced, fueled and ready for use to go."

"Come on let's change into our swimming suits and drive over to the marina."

As I brought my suitcase in, she told me to put it on a stand in the corner of the bedroom.

"Change into your swimsuit and then I'll change," she instructed.

After I changed into my swimsuit and T-shirt, she went in the bedroom and changed. She looked stunning when she emerged from the bedroom, wearing a pair of denim shorts and an unbuttoned light shirt over her one piece suit. Long legs, narrow hips, ample breasts standing high on her chest, she was a tall, handsome, olive skinned woman.

Shortly, we were on our way in her car to the marina.

The marina had a long narrow two story building with boat storage on the basement story and the owners living quarters and a small boating story on the top story.

I walked down to the pier while Jean stopped at the ladies room.

The crew at the marina was running behind and hadn't filled the gas tank. To save time I decided to fill the gas tank. After the tank was full I returned the hose to the pump. A single drop of gasoline dripped onto the clear water, immediately expanding into a large rainbow colored film. It always amazed me how a tiny drop of oil or gas could cover such a large area being only a molecule or two thick, before disappearing as quickly as it formed.

Sitting on the edge of the boat and holding it close to the pier which was at about eye level, Jean came down the pier. She had taken off her shorts but still wore the shirt over her swimsuit.

I was sitting on the gunnel of the boat with the pier at eye level. She squatted down, knees together in front of me, one knee touching the wood deck of the pier. Looking at her knees and down the outside of her left thigh, I felt a tingling in my groin as I admired her soft skin, olive complexion and firm muscle tone.

"Take this," she said, handing me a small cooler and parting her knees at the same time, "I have to go back to the car to get the towels."

I lost my breath when I looked up her spread thighs, and had my first glimpse of the thin hair on the upper inside of her thighs and a tuft of hairs peeking out of her swimsuit crotch. My penis sprung up, pressing against my trunks.

Fortunately, she rose and went back to the car. I turned out towards the lake and as discretely as possible pulled out my T shirt from my trunks and then slipping my hand in them pulling my penis up, securing it tight against my body with the swimsuit elastic band.

When she returned, I was very careful to move in such a way that my penis stayed securely in place with the band.

Finally, we were on our way down the lake with me steering and she leaning back in her seat enjoying the ride. I tried to change the dominant thought in my mind, but I couldn't get the picture of her kneeling on the pier out of my mind. I couldn't help periodically glancing down at her thighs.

About fifteen minutes later, I noticed that she was taking off her shirt.

Leaning over towards me, she tugged on my T shirt saying, "Liam, take off your shirt. Get some sun."

"Later," I answered.

But she was persistent, continuing to tug on my shirt. Reluctantly, I let her pull it over my head and off.

She lay the shirt aside and looking down, very startled, she said, "Liam, oh my gosh!"

I tried to swing my legs away from her view but the attempt was futile...about half of my mushroom shaped glans was protruding above the band, the deep slit clearly visible.

She sensed how embarrassed I was and knowing that she was the cause of my predicament, she said, "It's O.K. Liam. It's only natural."

Pointing to the right, she said, "When we get around that point turn into the cove."

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I felt her fingers on my glans and her other hand pull my trunks down, freeing my penis.

"You really know how to flatter a girl, Liam"

"Better pay attention to your steering," she kidded me.

It seemed like an eternity, but five minutes later we were approaching the end of a long uninhabited shoreline cove. 

"This is good, Liam, we'll stop here and drift," she instructed.

Jean sat back and pulled down her top revealing her magnificent breasts, proudly standing high on her chest, firmly pointing outwards. I thought my penis was going to explode.

She leaned over to get a better view of her fondling fingers and I reached over, taking a dangling globe in each hand.

No sooner than she had leaned over further and I felt the tip of her tongue on my glans did we hear the hum of a motor boat approaching on the main lake. It would be passing the secluded cove momentarily.

I continued to worship her fine breasts, gently pinching and twisting her perky nipples and her tongue explored my penis from the deeply slit glans down to my scrotum. 

We had forgotten about the approaching boat which now sounded like it had entered the cove. Quickly, we returned to our seats. Jean pulled her swimsuit top out, letting her lovely breasts drop back into the suit and I pulled up my trunks. The boat entered the cove but slowed down, then stopped. The couple in the boat waved.

"Looks like they had the same idea I had," Jean quipped as she waved back.

"We're across the lake from my cabin. Let's go there," she suggested.

I started the engine and slowly motored out of the bay.

Once out in the main part of the lake, I revved the engine, bringing the boat to a plane and heading in the direction of her cabin. Soon the cabin and the pier below it was clearly visible.

We motored up to the pier and Jean jumped out on the pier with a line. She held the boat against the pier while I got out and we started up the stairs. She literally skipped up the stairs and I struggled to keep up with her.

I followed her into the cabin and then the bedroom.

Immediately, she started stripping off her clothes. I took the clue and I did so also.

Soon, we were naked, standing erect, embracing each other. I wrapped my arms around her, picking her strong, feminine body off the ground, starting to carry her to the bed.

"Please, wait, Liam," she asked, "We need some protection. I'm not on the pill."

When I released her, she walked over to her dresser, bending over and opening the top drawer. Her legs were slightly spread, but enough to expose her thick black bush. Her firm breasts hung downward from her chest as she feverishly searched the drawer.

"Here it they are! I knew I had some in here. It's been so long," she said as she turned around, holding a condom. "I'm sorry that we have to use this."

She knelt down before me, un-wrapped the condom and slipped it over my hard penis. When she finished, we embraced again and flopped on the bed.

I reached down her stomach; my fingers combed through her soft, thick pubic hair and explored her parts below. I thought, "She feels so different than my aunt's cameltoe. Her inner lips are so large and exposed, not hidden. She is so wet, her clit enormous."

I pressed my middle finger hard on her clit, feeling her tremble as I flicked it with abandon.

"I'm ready, Liam, I'm ready! Do it now!" she begged.

Lying on her back, she spread her legs widely. I slipped inside, feeling her warmth and immediately noticing the difference in wearing the condom.

Our bodies pressed together. She arched her back as I stroked in and out. Shortly, I couldn't hold back anymore. My body stiffened up as I came. She just trembled and dug her fingernails lustily into my back.

We lie there, exhausted, me on my back, her head on my shoulder and her arm draped over my hairy chest.

A few minutes later, she slowly rose and walked into the bathroom. When she returned, she had a white washcloth between her legs and was carrying a small bowl of water, another washcloth and a towel.

Sitting on the bed next to me, she carefully peeled the condom off of my small, limp penis.

"You really filled this up," she said holding the condom up for both of us to see. She got up and walked to the garbage can. All the time, I was admiring her slim figure, her firm breasts held high and pointing outward, her nipples long and hard, her narrow hips, naked except for the washcloth between her legs.

When she returned to the bed, she laid down across my thighs, spreading them as she rested on her elbow. Her right hand took my small, hypospadias penis holding it up as she leaned forward to tickle the deep slit with the tip of her tongue. I shivered a little from the feeling that shot through my body by that slight contact.

"Sensitive spot, hey?" she asked, knowing the answer, not expecting a reply.

"You were much larger than I thought you would get and were very straight and not twisted either," she stated as she continued to examine my penis.

I reached out to her thighs and started moving my hand towards the washcloth. She reached down, pushing my hand away.

"Later, it's my time to play with you," she instructed.

"You were hard for so long. I hope you didn't strain yourself," she kidded.

She continued to fondle me with the tips of her fingers before pinching with her long fingernails the little foreskin that covers the top third of my glans. I felt a little surge of precum ooze out of the opening on the underside of my penis.

Feeling the slippery liquid on her fingers as she moved the tip of one of her fingers into the deep slit, she said, "There's another sensitive spot! I'll have to remember that."

She continued to rattle on, not expecting input from me. 

"That was really good, Liam, I can still feel it."

"I haven't made love in a long time. I almost forgot how good it was...and you are very, very good Liam."

"I want to have sex in a chair later tonight. I want to sit on your lap. Can we do that?"

Then, completely off the subject, she asked, "How do you address Betty?"

Surprised by the question, I replied, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, how do you address her? Betty? Aunt Betty?"

"Oh, I always say, "Aunt Betty"," I replied.

"Betty and I have been friends for a long time. She has been a mentor of mine since I met her in college. She came to our campus to give a talk on women in business. After the talk, I introduced myself to her and asked her for some advice. That led to a cup of coffee in the cafeteria and eventually a lifelong friendship. We've had such a wonderful relationship."

"She's like a big sister to me," she concluded, "Betty even calls me her "Little Sis" sometimes.

"You know Liam you've never called me by name," she stated, continuing to play with my limp penis.

"I wasn't sure what would be proper. I couldn't decide," I replied.

"Well, I'll decide for you. Since Betty and I are almost sisters, why don't you call me Aunt Jean?"

"Very good, I'd like that," I answered, relieved.

"While we're on the subject of names, could I call you "William" sometimes? I just love that name?"

"Sure, that would be fine," I answered.

She focused her eyes back on her hand, my small, limp penis held at the base between her thumb and index finger.

Flipping it from side to side, she said, "If I don't get up and fix dinner, we'll both go hungry."

Giving it one last tug, she bent over towards me until her breasts pushed firmly against my hips, cradling my genitals. She moved up my body, keeping her breasts firmly against my hairy belly and chests, digging her hard nipples into my skin. Finally, with each of her hands gripping tightly on my hard biceps, she pressed her lips to mine and thrust her tongue in my mouth. I reached down grabbing her firm buttocks and pressed her against my body. I felt her wetness on my stomach.

We stayed locked in that position for several minutes, before she abruptly broke the kiss and pushed away from me, saying, "Darn, that was good, William."

I watched her get out of bed and walk over to the chair where she had left the clothes she had worn in the morning. Her back towards me, she picked up her bra, put it on, reaching behind her back to secure the clasp. Next her panties came off the chair. She turned towards me, held them out in front of her and then stepped in, one leg at a time, pulling them up until they hid her magnificent brunette bush.

I thought to myself, "Why did she put her bra on first? I had noticed that Aunt Betty did that also. I wondered if most women dressed in that order. It would be an insignificant statistic to know that...but an interesting study!"

"What are you smiling about,' Aunt Jean said, laughing.

"Oh, nothing," I replied.

Knowing that she had an adoring audience, she took her time dressing.

When she had finished dressing, I got up, dressed and took a stroll around her yard. It was a secluded lot about an acre in size, cleared around the house under a canopy of large pine and oak trees. The sides of the lot were grown up in underbrush, giving her privacy from her neighbors. 

The view out over the lake was outstanding, especially since the brush along the edge of the bank had been cleared. 

By the time I finished my walk, she had dinner ready; chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, creamed corn, and a green salad, fresh from her garden. 

After dinner, I helped her dry the dishes before we retired to the back yard. I started the bonfire, while she brought us a couple cold beers. 

The back yard was simple, but like everything else about her lifestyle was very comfortable. A picnic table sat on one side of the rock patio and two wooden lounge chairs with thick cushions were on the other side.

We each settled down in a lounge chair watching the fire and talking. She told me many things about her relationship with Aunt Betty that made me admire both of them even more. They had accomplished many things in a man's business world, yet hadn't sacrificed one tiny bit of their femininity.

Before I knew it we were looking through the bonfire at a magnificent orange, red sunset and then only the bonfire surrounded by darkness.

Aunt Jean got up from her chair, walked over to me and nudged me to move over. She settled into the chair, cuddled up in my arms, unbuttoned my shirt and slid one of her hands in, running her fingers through thick hairs on my chest.

I unbuttoned her blouse and fondled her breast through her bra. A few minutes later, she sat up reached behind her back and loosened the clasp on her bra. She settled back down in her previous position and my hand slipped under her bra, feeling the soft skin and firm flesh inside, and then finally finding her hard, perky, ultra-sensitive nipples.




Liam's Story Ch. 05



"You're giving me goose bumps, William," she purred as she felt me softly pinch and twist two of her most sensitive spots.

I'm not sure how long we lay there, but before I knew it the fire had burned down to a bed of coals and the air had gradually gotten cooler.

"It's time to go inside," Aunt Jean whispered to me.

We made sure that the fire was safe from spreading and went to the cabin.

"You shower first," she told me, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Knowing that she was watching, facing away from her I took off my clothes and started into the bathroom.

The hot shower felt so good. It had been a hot, steamy day in several ways. I dried off, wrapped a towel around my waist and returned to the bedroom.

Aunt Jean was sitting just as I had left her except that she was nude. Sitting up straight, her long legs crossed and firm breasts showing no droop.

"That really felt good," I said.

I was close enough to her that she easily reached out and pulled the towel from my waist.

"You are such a strong man and so wonderfully hairy," she complimented me, "Now, don't go anywhere while I shower," getting up and walking to the bathroom.

I noticed that she had left a condom on the edge of the dresser. I picked it up and settled into bed, setting up a couple of pillows behind me so I could sit up.

Looking down at my body I thought that I looked pretty good. My penis was lying to one side, semi hard. I opened the condom's wrapper and reached down and positioned it on my mushroom head. It rolled on easily and had length to spare when it reached the base of my penis.

A few moments later, I heard the shower water turn on. My imagination went wild thinking of her soaking down. The water stopped. I knew she would be soaping up her body...all over. I knew she was rinsing off when the water started again. The water stopped. I waited. Why is it taking so long for her dry off?

Then the bathroom door opened. She slowly walked toward the bed, completely naked, standing proud, knowing that she was teasing me to no end.

Magnificently, she stood beside me at the edge of the bed, so close I could see her dark, black, thick, damp pubic hair glisten in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

"What a beautiful woman you are Aunt Jean."

"Why, thank you, William," she answered as she turned around to tempt me with a view of her backside.

That was too much for me to stand. When she turned back towards me, I firmly took her hand, pulling her over to me and then on top of me.

"I want to touch and kiss you all over," I told her.

"Yes...yes," she replied.

I rolled her over on her stomach and started methodically kissing her back, starting from her shoulders and working my way down. The small of her back seemed to be a very sensitive area so I lingered there for a while. I loved kissing and gently pinching her firm, small buttocks. When I reached her thighs, she spread her legs widely, inviting me to explore the soft skin on the inside of her thighs with the sparse hairs which had driven me wild that afternoon.

Soon, I was massaging her feet, gently pulling each toe individually. One at a time, I raised her feet up vertical, allowing me to squeeze and massage her calves before rolling her onto her back again.

At her knees, I started kissing her left thigh and petting her right one with my hand. I slowly worked up her thighs not missing a square inch of her fine skin. The long hairs on the inside of her thighs tickled my nose and were delicious between my lips. 

I felt her thick, soft fur on my cheeks. Her clean, musky odor filled my nostrils. One at a time I took her large but delicate inner lips in my mouth, feeling them swell and harden. She arched her back up even more when I took her clit between my lips, pushing the hood back and feverishly working the tip of my tongue on her most sensitive place.

A few moments later, she stiffened up and shivered all over.

"That's enough! William, please stop. I can't take anymore!" she screamed.

Tugging on my shoulders and pulling me up, she begged, "Go inside me now, PLEASE!"

...A little later as we lay side by side, both of us exhausted, she rolled on top of me and before she kissed me said, "That was so good, William, so very good."

To be continued in Chapter 6



Liam's Story Ch. 06



Authors note: This is another chapter of a novel which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character, Liam. All other names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you're looking for wall to wall sex this isn't for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.

The bright sunlight blinded me for a second when I first cracked open my eyes. Once my eyes adjusted to it, I groggily, glanced over at the alarm clock, five after seven. I couldn't believe that I had slept that late.

I could hear Aunt Jean stirring in the kitchen and smell the enticing aroma of the coffee brewing. I lay there for a second before dressing and joining her in the kitchen.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she cheerfully greeted me.

"Good morning, I haven't slept that late in a long time," I replied.

"Here have some coffee while I fix us some breakfast," she said.

A cup of steaming hot coffee later, I asked, "So what's on the agenda today?"

"Well, first, I'd like to go over to a client of mines place and pick up a picnic table he made for me as a gift, so I'm glad you brought Tom's old truck," she replied, adding, "And then, we'll take a boat ride to one of my favorite places."

After breakfast, we drove to her friend's home, picked up the table and returned. By the time we had unloaded the table it was nine thirty.

"Let's put the table over there next to the other one. It'll be so nice to have the extra seating when I have a bar-be-q," she directed. "Would you fill the cooler with drinks and ice and get the boat ready while I pack a lunch, William?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied.

After filling the cooler, I took it down to the boat.

I topped off the gas tank from a spare can, emptied the bilge, and picked up a few pebbles that lay on the floorboard. Taking the pebbles, I flung them out toward a patch of lily pads. When they hit the water a half dozen sunfish darted out from underneath and into the clear water. Not a cloud in the sky and warming up nicely, it was a beautiful day.

"It's a perfect day for a boat ride. The water is as clear as glass," she said as she handed me the picnic basket.

"Yes, just perfect," I replied.

As I untied the boat and pushed away from the dock, she said, "We'll go back towards the marina."

The 30 horsepower Evinrude engine started on the first pull and we were on our way towards the marina, barely visible about a half mile down the lake. When we approached the marina, she directed me, "See the bridge to the right of the marina. We'll go under it."

Even though we had several feet of headroom, we both ducked our heads as we went under the old steel structure.

"This creek is my favorite part of the whole flowage," she said.

It was wide to be called a creek, probably two hundred feet across. The banks on both sides were steep walls of sandstone, ranging from twenty to fifty feet high. The creek meandered for about a quarter mile, one breathtaking sight after another before it opened into a large bay.

"Keep to the right. It's shallow out in the bay," she instructed.

The creek turned ninety degrees to the right. Now the sheer cliffs were on the right side with a low bank on the left, a mixed pine/hardwood forest on both sides.

The channel continued another quarter mile or so before opening into another large bay. We waved to a couple of fishermen in a boat along the back of the bay.

After crossing the bay, the channel turned again. The land flattened out, still heavily forested. As we continued some several miles the creek meandered through the pristine wilderness which we had completely to ourselves. The creek became much narrower and the steep cliffs returned. Large boulders could be seen on the bottom under the crystal clear water.

Noticing that the water was getting shallower in places, I idled the engine and went to the back of the boat, releasing the motor tilt lock.

"How far are we going to go?" I asked.

"Just a little further," she replied.

The creek became much narrower now, only thirty feet or so wide and shallower.

"Looks like there is a rapids ahead," I stated.

"Yes, we'll have to stop the outboard motor, get out and pull the boat," she replied.

After shutting down the motor, I paddled the boat up to the start of the rapids.

"Keep your tennis shoes on," my aunt said, stepping out of the boat herself into the water.

The strong current of cold, but fortunately not frigid water, rushed past our legs. A few minutes later we had cleared the rapids and entered a small pond. I was surprised that the cold water didn't seem to faze her.

Pointing to the left, Aunt Jean said, "We'll pull the boat over there."

I pulled the boat over to the edge of a large flat boulder and tied the anchor line to a tree.

"We call this the Flat Rock," she informed me, adding, "We'll take the cooler and picnic basket up there and spread out the blanket."

She climbed up onto the rock which was about four feet above the water and I handed her the stuff.

Once we had the picnic set up, we took off our wet shoes and socks and sat down on the blanket. "What a pristine place, the noise of the water rushing over the rocks, the clear water, the huge pine trees, not a cloud in the sky," I remarked.

"Yes, I knew you would love it here," she answered, handing me a beer.

"It's o.k. to be here? It's County property?" I asked.

"It's private property, an old abandoned farm on both sides of the creek. I look after it for the owners, a girlfriend of mine and her husband, who live in Chicago. They come up for a couple weeks in the fall when the leaves are turning," she answered.

"When we were in college my girlfriends and I used to come here a lot." she added, "Great place to get an all over tan."

Surprised, I said, "Oh." A thought flashed through my mind of her and her friends frolicking in the sun and water."

Knowing she had caught me off guard, she kidded me, "What do you mean, Oh?"

"Well..." I couldn't come up with anything intelligent to say.

"Don't you think that I would look good with an all over tan?" she asked.

"Yes, of course," I replied.

"My boy friend back then sure thought so," she said, bragging a little.

Changing the subject, she said, "I'm hungry. Let's have lunch."

"Good," I replied, glad that the subject had changed.

After lunch, she started unbuttoning her blouse. When she had set it aside and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, she looked at me, noticing that I hadn't started undressing, said, "Do I have to sunbathe alone?"

"No," I answered, starting to unbutton my shirt.

"That's better," she said.

Soon our clothes lay in two haphazard piles on the edge of the blanket.

I was sitting up while she lay flat on her back. I couldn't help reaching over and placing my hand on her knee. I slowly moved my hand up her thigh. Her reaction was to spread her knees further apart. I stopped when I reached her upper thigh, my finger tips feeling the long sparse hairs on her soft skin.

"Forgot to shave my bikini line," she apologized.

"I'm glad you didn't," I answered, hoping I wasn't too enthusiastic.

I could tell she was totally relaxed enjoying both the warmth of the sun and the gentle massage of my finger tips.

She spread her legs even more when I explored her bush and the sensitive parts it hid. I slipped my finger onto her wetness. My hands moved up to her magnificent breasts. I cupped each globe in my hands. When I simultaneously pinched both of her erect nipples, she stiffened up and arched her back.

"Don't stop, William, please don't stop," she begged.

I continued pinching her nipples while my other fingers kneaded her firm globes. Her hips were gyrating, squirming from side to side. Finally, she pulled her knees up to her chest.

"O.K., William, That's enough. I can't take anymore. That was wonderful!"

We rolled over on our stomachs. I dosed off, my body soaking in the warm rays of the sun.

I awoke to two hands massaging my back and shoulders.

"You slept almost an hour," she said, kneeling beside me.

I rolled over on my side, facing her. Her hands went to my hairy chest, but quickly moved down my body, taking my penis in one and my testicles in the other.

"Ready for a swim," she asked, tugging lightly on my small organ.

"It's not too cold for you?" I asked.

"A little, but I'll get used to it," she answered.

I followed her as we climbed down the rock and waded into the pool. I couldn't help think what a tall, athletic...handsome woman she was, long legs, narrow hips and long, silky, black hair.

When we were waist deep, said, "Ready?"

I knew what she meant.

We both surged into the water, going completely under and shaking our heads when we came back up. I swam out into deeper water. She followed me.

"It's ten to twelve feet deep right under the rock. Maybe, we'll jump off it later," she said.

We swan around for a while, letting our bodies acclimate to the water temperature.

I followed her to the side of the pool opposite the large rock. We lay next to each other in the shallow water.

I saw her shiver when she sat up, now waist deep in water. Goose bumps covered her from the waist up as water evaporated off her skin. Her breasts seemed even firmer and her nipples stiffer.

She stood up, leaving only her feet in the water. She brushed the water off herself with her hands. Now, she had goose bumps over her entire body. She shivered a little as she walked out of the water and sat down on a rock, leaning back to take in as much sun as possible.

I thought to myself, "What a goddess!"

I continued to float around; my body completely acclimated to the water temperature, frequently stealing glances at her basking in the sun.

About fifteen minutes later she came down from her perch, walked back to the water and waded in. 

She swam over to me and whispered to me, "I want to see you jump off the rock."

"I'd like to do that," I answered, forgetting about the part of my body that had shrunk considerably.

I was glad that my back was to her when I stepped out of the water and climbed up the rock. When I got up on the rock I quickly moved to the edge and jumped in.

I shot down under water, not touching the bottom and bobbed up just as fast.

"That was really refreshing," I said, swimming over to her.

When I reached her, I could stand, but she was treading water. She put her arms around my neck. I wrapped mine around her before quickly moving my large hands to her breasts.

"Oh, that feels good!" she cooed.

She was floating with me holding her up by her breasts.

Slowly, she moved one of her hands down my body. Her hand cupped my shriveled genitals.

"Feels like someone needs some TLC," she tempted me. "Let's go back to the blanket," she suggested.

I followed her up the walk, my eyes fixed on her long legs and watching droplets of water dripping off her thick black bush.

We quickly dried off and lie down on the blanket.

We locked in a deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around her as she buried her head in my chest and pressed her breasts against me.

I moved my hand down to her bush, but she moved it away, saying, "I'm o.k. I just want to be held."

Her right hand drifted down to my small twisted penis. Without saying a word, she took my mushroom glans between her thumb and middle finger and started gently pulling and squeezing it. The tip of her index finger touched my scrotum and then slowly moved up my penis' underside, stopping for a long minute at my pee opening before sliding into my deeply slit glans and then back down again to my scrotum.

Slowly, it started to grow and straighten. I felt her hot breath on my chest and her warm hand on my little penis...she continued...she used my precum to lubricate me...suddenly her hand was filled with a warm thick fluid.

"Feel good?" she asked softly.

"Yes, very good, thank you," I answered.

"You're welcome."

Sitting up, she wiped of her hands and picked up her watch, saying, "It's going on three o'clock. Where did the time go?"

I sat up and watched her stand up and start to dress, again bra first. 

After watching her step into and pull up her panties I stood up and dressed. We picked up our stuff, and were soon on our way back to the marina.

The trip back out the creek was just as picturesque as it was going in.

"We'll go to the marina and put up the boat," she instructed.

Soon, we were back at her cabin and I had packed up my things.

"Thank you for everything, Aunt Jean. I hate long goodbyes so I'll be on my way."

She hugged me, kissing me strongly, and then said, "Oh, William, it was such a pleasure to have you. I hope you'll come back and stay with me again this summer."

"I'd love to."

As I backed out her driveway, waving to her, I felt a knot in my stomach of sorrow from leaving someone I dearly cared for.

The events of the weekend were dashing through my mind as I drove back to my Aunt Betty's...I hoped she wouldn't ask me to give her a blow by blow description of the weekend. Continued in Chapter 7:



Liam's Story Ch. 07



Authors note: This is another chapter of a novel which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character, Liam. All other names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you're looking for wall to wall sex this isn't for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.

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As I opened the screen door, Aunt Betty greeted me, "Hi, Liam. Glad you're back."

"It's good to see you too," I replied as we embraced.

"And, look who got some new clothes!" I exclaimed referring to her nicely pressed blouse and stylish, good fitting jeans she was wearing.

"I hadn't shopped for clothes in years. I hoped you would like them."

"You look so good that I could pinch you!" I replied.

Giving me a big kiss and wiggling her breasts against my chest, she said, "I've got a little surprise for you tonight."

"What is it?" I asked.

"You'll have to wait until later. Now sit down and I'll heat up your dinner," she instructed.

"Jean called earlier to say that she really appreciated all the work you did for her as well as your company," Aunt Betty said, adding, "and I appreciate you helping her, too."

Handing me a note that contained a telephone number, she said "A fellow named John called you, said something about a weight lifting contest, asked you to call him."

"I told a couple guys at the gym that I would be on their weight lifting team," I said as I got up to go to the phone.

John answered on the second ring, "Hello."

"John, this is Liam. What's up?" I asked.

"I just wanted to check in with you and let you know that the contest will be Saturday a week, that's July 11th," he answered.

"Good, I've been doing well. I'll be ready."

"How many reps do you think you can do, 6 or 7?" he asked, hopefully.

"Yes, that should be doable."

"Great, How about if we all get together next Thursday night for hamburgers and beers?" He asked.

"Sure, I should finish my workout at five or five thirty."

"Good, meet us at Murphy's Tavern at six, plus or minus."

"See you then," I replied. 

I said goodbye, hung up the phone and returned to the kitchen. Betty wanted to know all about the contest and said she would make it there if she didn't have a real estate appointment.

After finishing dinner, I thanked her. "Thanks for the dinner. It was great! I think that I'll shower and read in bed for a while."

"I'll be right after you," she replied.

As I was taking the shower, I thought, "I hope Betty doesn't ask any personal questions about my relationship with Jean this weekend." Thinking a little longer, I finally concluded, "I'll just handle it if it comes up."

After concluding a long hot shower, I propped up a couple pillows, settled in and pulled the sheet over my clean naked body. Before long, I was slogging through the tundra with Jack O'Connor in pursuit of a trophy caribou.

Betty came in the bedroom, saying, "This shower is going to feel good."

I heard the water start, run, and stop and then went back to reading my book. When Betty didn't come out of the bathroom after several minutes, I looked up. Just then, she emerged from the bathroom and was I surprised!

"What do you think of my new lingerie?" she asked: dressed entirely in black; low cut, lacy bra that lifted her ample breasts; lacy, loose fitting panties; fishnet stockings; and garter belt.

"Stunningly sexy!" I replied, feeling my penis start to swell.

"I'd hoped you'd like it," she said as she came over and stood next to me at the side of the bed.

I slipped my hand under one of the garter belts straps. I'd never seen Aunt Betty or for that matter any woman wearing a garter belt before.

I moved my hand up under her panties, feeling her sooth mound on the underside of my fingers and her silky panties on the backside.

She nudged me to slide over in the bed to make room as she sat down on it.

Staring at me with her sultry, seductive eyes, she slowly moved her hands behind her back and unclasp her bra. The clasp undue, her breasts dropped down as she removed the bra, jiggling when she tossed it onto the bed.

I couldn't help but reach out both hands, each fondling a luscious breast.

She let me play with her for a few minutes, before she brought to my attention the tent like form the sheet had taken at my waist.

"So, what is this?" She asked, putting her finger on the five inch projection from my body. 

Answering her own question, she replied, "Liam, you are so excitable. I just love it!"

She bent over and gave me a big kiss as she stood up.

Pulling down her panties and stepping out of them, she laid them on top of the little tent pole and said, temptingly, "There's more to come."

She turned around and seductively walked strolled back to the bathroom.

I reached for the panties, taking them and slipping them under the sheet. I almost came when I felt there silkiness on my scrotum. I got control of myself and proceeded to rub them on my shaft, glans, and foreskin. I closed my eyes which made the feeling even more intense.

When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see her standing beside the bed, now dressed in white lingerie except for the bronze colored nylons.

"This is for everyday dress when I go to the office," she said, commenting on the conservative style: no lace, no cleavage bra, and traditional nylons.

Instinctively, I started to pull my hand from my genitals.

"Stop," she said, as she pulled the sheet back, "so, you were playing with yourself...and with my panties! What a nice complement."

"That gives me an idea...a naughty idea. You are going to jack off for me tonight," she said, devilishly.

I was shocked. She was such ladylike, reserved woman I'd never heard her talk like that before.

When I didn't answer, she repeated herself, "You will jack off for me tonight, won't you?"

"Yes," I answered, still unsure of what I was hearing.

"That's a good boy. Now don't you dare cum until I tell you to," she instructed. "O.K."

Immediately, my eyes went to her garter belt, there is just something incredibly sexy about garter belts!

Her panties, although plain, were tight fitting, revealing every detail of her puffy cameltoe. 

She turned around, strolled around the room, finally returning to a standing position next to me. After slowly and methodically removing her bra, she laid it on top of the black bra on the bed. Next her panties came off. Instead of laying them on the bed, she carefully draped them over my erect penis, arranging the crotch neatly over my slit mushroom head.

My hand when out to touch her exposed cameltoe. She raised her left leg, placed her knee on the bed and turned a little so as to give me better access.

I ran my fingers over her smooth prominent mound.

"I shaved this morning."

"I can tell."

My fingers explored her puffy lips. My finger tips traced her tight slit from the bottom up to her mound.

I pressed my middle finger into her keyhole, immediately feeling her wet flesh surround it. Deep inside, I found her large, hard clit. She shivered when I touched it and got a little wobbly standing as I flicked it back and forth and pressed it against her pelvic bone.

She backed away from me, saying, "Got to slow down. I have one more outfit to show you." 

"Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back," she said as she turned around and returned to the bathroom.

Looking down at my swollen cock with panties draped over and around it, after being in that state for a half hour or more it felt like it would burst any moment. I slowly removed the panties and set them aside. I was afraid to touch it for fear of cumming uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Betty emerged promptly from the bathroom. This time dressed in the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen.

"That's fabulous...just totally fabulous!" I exclaimed.

"It's called a camisole and thank you for the complement," she replied.

After parading around the room to give me a view from all angles, she came to my bedside. Taking a large breast in each hand she said, "I got one that's unsupported...more comfortable to sleep in."

She sat down on the edge of the bed and took my right hand and moved it to my cock.

"It's your turn to put on a little show. Are you ready?" She asked kiddingly.

"Oh, yes," I replied.

No sooner than I gripped my penis at the base I started to scum; a large stream shot up onto my stomach, then another higher on my chest and then more oozing out.

Betty's head moved down. All I could see was her hair as I felt her licking my mushroom.

Lifting her head, she rolled her body over me and onto the bed beside me. 

Kissing her heavily on the lips, I thrust my hand between her spread thighs and hastily unsnapped the camisole. Sensing that she was ready, I pressed two fingers and my thumb into her wet, swollen vulva. Taking her large, hard clit between my thumb and fingers, I stroked it like it was a small penis. Her hips gyrated and her breathing became heavy. Finally, she started shaking all over, slammed her thighs together and frantically pulled at my hand from her pussy.

"O.K., Liam, O.K."

She rolled over on her side and curled up. I extended my arm over her and cupped one of her luscious breasts in my hand.

Morning came too soon. We were both up at 5:30am and got ready for work.

Monday and Tuesday just flew by. Before I knew it I had finished my workday on Tuesday and was on my way to the gym.

As I entered the weight room, Major greeted me, "Feeling strong today?"

"Oh, yes," I replied.

"Good, let's see if we can get to 285," he said, challenging me.

Getting up to 265 was easy and I pressed 265 feeling my whole body pumped up to a new level.

While I sat on the bench resting, Major added twenty pounds to the bar.

"Wait two minutes and then we'll go for it," he said.

Two minutes later, I lay back on the bench and took a firm grip on the bar. Totally concentrating all of my energy, I visualized the lift in my mind. Immediately after successfully completing the lift in my mind, I popped the bar of the rest, straightened my arms, then lowered the weight quickly, but totally controlled. Instantly, when the bar touched my chest, I unleashed all the pent up energy I could muster.

The weight exploded upwards. My elbows locked. I eased the bar over to the rest...success!

"Good show! Powerful lift, Liam!" Major exclaimed.

"It was easy. I had some left at the end," I said.

"Good, maybe on Thursday, we'll try the magic 300?" Major suggested.

"Maybe, we'll see," I said, hesitantly, not knowing what the workday would bring.

Over dinner, I relived the whole event with Aunt Betty.

"I think a little celebration is order," she said, taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom.

Within minutes the bedroom lights went out and two lovers celebrated under the covers.

Wednesday morning came too soon, but the workday went fast.

Thursday was physically the easiest day I'd had to date on the job. I spent the entire day driving a company truck around town picking up materials at various building supply stores and delivering them to the jobsite.

After a restful day at work, I was excited when I arrived at the gym. I felt I would reach my next goal.

When I entered the weight room after changing into my workout clothes, I was surprised not to see Major.

"Have you seen Major?" I asked an acquaintance, Richard, a fellow I had spoken to a few times but never really got to know.

"He was here earlier, but left. Said he would be right back though," he answered.

"Thanks," I said as I started my routine. I knew what I had to do.

Starting ten pounds more and doing fewer reps than my usual routine, I soon found myself resting the bar on the stand after a 275 lift.

"Richard, would you please spot me on this next lift?" I asked.

"Sure, but I can't lift it alone," he replied.

"It's O.K.; if I don't make it I'll be close. You shouldn't have to lift much...Hopefully, nothing," I assured him.

"It's all mental," I told myself as I lifted the bar off the rest, then everything seemed to be in slow motion. I closed my eyes. The bar smoothly came down to my chest and the accelerated upwards like it was going to fly out of my hands when my elbows locked. The bar leaned back and lowered to the support.

I opened my eyes to see Major looking down at me and smiling, "You've learned well my friend. I knew you could do it...and all by yourself."

When I sat up on the bench, Major, Richard, and several others came over to shake my hand.

I did some wind down reps at increasingly lower weights before going to the locker room to shower and change.

Sitting down on the bench, I pulled off my shirt and was untying my shoes when Richard walked over to me from his locker just down the row.

"That lift was awesome. I never saw anyone lift that much before," he said, admiringly.

I looked up. He was naked. All I could think of was, "What a perfect cock, perfectly shaped, neatly circumcised, and limp as large than mine erect."

"Thanks," I replied.

Another naked, fellow joined him and also complimented me, saying, "You're one of the most powerful guys I've ever seen. I wouldn't want to be on your wrong side."

As these two fellows continued to complement me, all I was thinking about was how much better endowed they were than me.

"Thanks, guys, I'd like to talk, but I've got somewhere to go," I answered, discretely wrapping a towel around my waist before walking to the showers. 

Murphy's Tavern was a short drive south town located on a winding road with a rushing river on one side. After parking my truck in the gravel surfaced parking lot, I walked up to the tavern, a plain white beveled sided wood building, heard the jute box playing some rock and roll music and voices of the people inside.

Inside, it was a typical northern Midwestern bar; oaks floors, knotty pine paneled walls decorated with neon beer lights and of course, a few dusty, aged deer heads looking down on the customers. The bar was about half full, people of all ages, more men than women. A huge man stood behind the bar, drawing some drafts from the tap. Looking across the room, I spotted my teammates sitting at a corner table and went over to them.

"Good to see you, Liam," they said.

"Glad to be there," I responded.

The waitress came over to the table and I ordered a local draft beer. My friends order another round and we all ordered hamburgers.

Pointing over to the bar, John said, "That's Mr. Murphy, everyone calls him "Big Mike"."

Getting up, he said, "Come with me. I'll introduce him to you."

We walked over to the bar. Mike Murphy was a mountain of a man, about my height but much heavier than me and not fat. After talking to him for a few minutes, we returned to our table.

We were about half finished with our beers, John pointed across the room, saying, "See that big guy at the pool table, that's Tank, the leader of the team we'll be competing with. He's a real jerk, too."

"He's built like a weight lifter; short, barrel chest and short arms," I replied. "He's got be at least 250 pounds on a six foot frame."

The waitress brought our food and we dug in.

We'd finished our meal when a ruckus broke out at the other end of the room. Tank had tall, skinny guy pinned up against the wall.

Flying out of his chair, John said, "That's our friend, Ben, he's bullying."

I followed John across the room.

He was in Tank's face, yelling, "Stop that."

Tank easily brushed him back with his free left arm.

I stepped in between them, grabbing him, left arm to left arm, and pushed him back.

"Pick on somebody your own size," I said calmly.

Tank let Ben go and pushed back at me, saying, "And who are you?"

"My name's Liam."

"Well, Liam, it's time you and I step go out to the parking lot and settle this," Tank challenged.

A big arm came down on my shoulder. I saw another big arm come down on Tank. It was Big Mike, himself.

"There'll be no fighting on my property, not inside, not in the parking lot, nowhere. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes, sir," I quickly answered.

Mr. Murphy looked Tank in the eye.

"Yeah," Tank grunted, reluctantly.

Mr. Murphy turned and walked back to the bar.

Looking me in the eye, Tank challenged me, "Let's settle this in the ring."

"Name the time and place," I replied.

"No, Liam. You don't want to box him," John butted in.

"Let's see this Saturday is the Fourth, next Saturday is the weight lifting match, so it will have to be the next Saturday, at ten o'clock at the boxing club," Tank declared.

"I'll be there," I answered.

We went back to our table. As we were sitting down, the waitress brought another round of beers, saying, "This round is complements of Big Mike." 

"Liam, are you crazy? You don't want to box him. No one has ever beaten him. No one has even gone three full rounds. Do you know how to box?" John ranted.  "A couple years ago, I joined the boxing club in my hometown, but my parents found out and made me quit. They were worried about head injuries. I did sneak down there and spar pretty frequently, but never got in a real match," I replied. "Ever spar anyone his size?" asked John. 

"No, I was the biggest guy there."

"Well, if I were you I'd back out," John concluded.

"Next subject," I replied.

We finished our beers and headed for home.

It was a little after eleven o'clock when I arrived home. Aunt Betty had left the porch light and several inside lights on for me. I turned them off one by one and quietly entered the bedroom, trying not to wake her.

On entering the dark bedroom a cheerful voice greeted me, "Liam, I'm glad you're home. Did you have a good time?" my aunt asked.

"Yes, I did, but I'm glad to be home. I'm ready for a good night's sleep," I replied.

I stripped down quickly, leaving my clothes in a haphazard pile on the floor.

No sooner than I had slipped in to bed, lay down on my back, and pulled the sheet up over me, did Betty roll over toward me, putting her hand on my chest.

She played with the hairs on my chest and slowly moved her hand down my body, stopping when she reached my little, very limp penis. She firmly held my penis in her hand. Her middle finger extended its whole length on the underside. I felt her finger nail press against my tender scrotum skin, before feeling her move her finger tip up my shaft, stopping at the opening just below my glans and then lingering in the deep slip of the head.

After several minutes of ecstasy, it was still soft.

"I'm sorry I'm not hard. Just really tired I guess," I said.

"Oh, that's o.k. Just relax. I like it like this," Aunt Betty admonished.

She continued until I was semi hard.

Just as I had gotten very aroused, she said, "I think you need a good night's sleep," releasing my now hard penis. Rolling away from me, she said, "Sweet dreams." 

I was tossing and turning in my mind, torn between my horniness and need for sleep. Finally, I realized that she had made up her mind, leaving my only option, sleep.

An hour and a half later, I awoke from a deep sleep, recharged and with a throbbing, hard penis.

I reached over, softly placed my hand on my aunt's camisole clothed hip and slowly rolled her onto her back. One at a time, taking her knees in hand, I gently spread her legs. She stirred a bit but didn't waken.

Carefully, I unsnapped the crotch of her camisole and pulled the flap up.

She stirred a little more when my hand cupped her mound, my fingers covering her puffy lips.

I had to fight an impulse to mount her and make love to her immediately, but somehow I restrained myself. Instead I slipped my middle finger inside her tight slit, found her clit and began massaging it, starting out soft and slow and increasing intensity. She was twisting her hips and sighing, but still not awake.




Liam's Story Ch. 07



I removed my hand and moved to a position kneeing between her legs. Taking my hard cock in hand, I carefully placed its head directly on her clit. In very short movements, I rubbed her clit into the deep slit in my glans. Our two most sensitive places were now in direct contact.

"Ohhh, Liam...what...I thought I was dreaming," she said as she awoke.

"I'm ready. Go inside me, please," she begged.

I didn't hesitate as my swollen penis parted her wet, full lips and trust inside her. I found her G-spot and stroked her, rubbing my glans and foreskin against it until we both climaxed.

I lay on top of her for several minutes before rolling of. Both of us resumed our sleep, sleeping very soundly.

I woke up first in the morning, got up and started the coffee. When I brought a cup into her, she was sitting up in bed.

The first thing she said to me was, "You know you never have taken my camisole off before making love to me."

"I guess that means that I must like it," I replied.

"So, you took advantage of me while I was sleeping last night?" she teased.

"I...I...I..." not knowing what to say I couldn't answer.

"I'm just kidding. You can do it anytime...ANYTIME!" she responded.

"I almost forgot to tell you. I moved some of your clothes upstairs to your bedroom so you'll have them while Molly visits. I'm going to miss you this weekend," she added.

This was one morning that I would have loved to spend in bed with her, but we both had to get up to go to work.

The morning went fast and soon it was noon, time to knock off for the holiday. 

To be continued in Chapter 8 when Cousin Molly visits for the weekend.



Liam's Story Ch. 08



Authors note: This is another chapter of a novel which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character, Liam. All other names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you're looking for wall to wall sex this isn't for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.

On my drive home from work, all I could think of was my Cousin Molly whom I hadn't seen in three years. I remembered her being so beautiful; so like my Aunt Betty but shorter and smaller, bright red hair, always smiling and laughing. But given that she was six years older than me; I hadn't gotten to know her very well.

Molly greeted me as I entered the kitchen.

"Liam, it's so good to see you. You've really grown up since I last saw you," Molly exclaimed, giving me a big hug.

"Yes, it's great to see you, too. I'm looking forward to this weekend," I replied.

The afternoon was spent reminiscing about old times. Molly told us all about her job as a R.N. in a large hospital in Detroit. She had just been promoted to head nurse on her floor of the hospital. Betty mentioned that she and Molly would be going to a mother-daughter reunion after dinner.

"Sorry that we have to leave you tonight, but this was the only night we could all get together," Betty said.

"That's O.K... I'm tired tonight. A good rest will do me good," I said.

"We'll be late so don't wait up for us," Betty added as they walked out the door.

I took a shower, changed into shorts and a tee shirt before I warmed up some leftovers for dinner and spent the evening fishing, unsuccessfully, off the pier and drinking a couple beers. After watching the sun go down, I went upstairs to my bedroom.

The bed felt great. I reached under the mattress and pulled out the latest issue of Playboy magazine. As I leafed through it I came to a photo session that really turned me. Most of the photos were in panties and a couple of nude shots that discretely concealed her mound. Thinking of panties, my mind wandered, "Betty surely wouldn't mind if I borrowed a pair of her panties for the evening, would she?" I asked myself, then... Molly crossed my mind.

The next thing I knew, I was opening the door that separated our bedrooms. I turned on the light before walking over to her suitcase which was lying on a stand. Opening it, right on top was a neat stack of panties. I went through them one by one, all different styles and fabrics. I felt some precum ooze from my stiff penis which was pushing out against my pajama bottoms.

I selected a pair of white, lacy satin full cut panties and retreated to my room.

I lay back down on the bed, pulling down my pajama bottoms, staring to lightly stroke my penis as I resumed looking at the model's pictures. I put the crotch of her satin panties over my glans, gently massaging the rim and deep slit, pushing back the foreskin. I had a washcloth handy to replace the panties for when I came.

My breathing became heavy and I felt a light sweat breakout. Suddenly, I felt myself start to cum. I tried to remove the panties, but it was too late. I came in her panties, soaking them.

When I had calmed down, I realized that I had created quite a predicament for myself.

I wiped myself off with the panties and wadded them in a ball, stuffing them under my bed sheet, planning to wash and dry them tomorrow.

When I turned the reading lamp off, I immediately noticed a light coming from under the door into Molly's bedroom. I had forgotten to turn her bedroom light out.

I sprung out of bed and went back into her room. 

"Oh, no!" I said to myself when I saw that I had left her suitcase in a mess.

As I was hastily starting to straighten up her suitcase, I saw a pair of headlights turn into the drive and approach the house. It was Betty's car. I quickly turned off the light and returned to my bedroom.

"That was a close call. I hope they didn't notice the light. I left her suitcase in a mess," I said to myself. "What am I going to do now? Maybe she won't notice the disarray of her suitcase? She won't miss one pair out of so many, would she?" I asked myself.

Shortly, I could hear voices downstairs. Cracking the door to the hall, I poked my head out to listen. The girls were carrying on a discussion in the living room. I quietly closed the door.

I was up first, made coffee, picked up the newspaper at the driveway. A little later, as I was sitting on the back porch, reading the paper, Molly joined me. I was relieved that she was very friendly and talkative. I breathed a sigh of relief. She must not have noticed the missing panties or her disorganized suitcase.

The afternoon was spent swimming and lounging at the pier and beach. Molly looked good, very good in her modest two piece swimsuit. I tried not to be too conspicuous stealing glimpses of her when I thought she wouldn't notice.

One time while she and Betty were sitting on the edge of the pier dangling their feet in the clear water as I stood in the shallow water facing them, Molly gave me smile and a wink when she caught me checking her out.

We grilled some steaks to go with the fresh veggies for dinner before taking Aunt Betty's boat out into the lake to get a stunning view of the fireworks show.

After returning from the show, I secured the boat at the dock and retired for the evening.

Up in my bedroom, I stripped and put on a pair of pajama bottoms. It was too warm for a top.

I had just lain down when I heard a knock on the door separating the bedrooms. The door opened and Molly came in the room, still dressed in a tank top and jeans. She had a serious look on her face.

"I am really disappointed in you, Liam," she said sternly.

"What do you mean?" I replied in a surprised tone.

"You know what I mean. What did you do with my panties?"

"Your panties?"

"Yes, my panties! Where are they? You stole my panties. You have quite a nerve. You pervert!"

"I don't understand."

"O.K. then, I'll go down stairs and get my mom. She'll get the truth out of you and she'll be none too happy."

"I didn't steal your panties. I just borrowed them. I planned to return them."

"Sure, I'm supposed to believe that. Why didn't you return them, then?"

"I couldn't. I'll get them back to you tomorrow. I promise."

"Show them to me."

I reached under the sheet and pulled them out to show her.

"Hand them to me," Molly demanded.

Ehen I handed them to her, she shrieked, "Uuch! You came all over them. You are a pervert!" Throwing the panties back at me, "I have no choice now. I have to tell my mom about this!"

"No, please, Molly, I'll do anything you say. I'm sorry, very sorry. I didn't plan to steal them and it was an accident that I messed your panties, honest," I begged.

She took a deep breath, standing there for a few minutes.

In a calm voice, she said, "O.K. I'll give you a chance to explain, but you must tell me everything and the truth."

I started from the beginning, my initial thoughts: the girl in panties in the magazine, entering her room, going through her suitcase, seeing the headlights, looking at the girl's photos, placing her panties on my penis, accidently cumming in her panties and my plan to wash and dry them before returning them.

She listened without saying a word and with no facial expression.

When I had finished my explanation, she asked, "Were you thinking about me when you were jacking off?

"Yes."

Silently, she walked back into her bedroom. A few moments later she returned with a pair of panties in her hand, going over to the side of the bed and sitting down next to me. I had to scoot over a little to make room.

Dangling the panties in front of me, she said, "You're going to show me exactly what you did with my panties. Have you ever masturbated in front of a woman before?"

"No," I answered, untruthfully.

Laughing, she said, "I didn't think so."

"Where is the Playboy magazine?" Molly asked firmly.

As I turned to my right to reach between the mattress and box spring, my little semi-hard cock popped out of the fly on my pajamas, almost into Molly's hard. Before I could respond it was firmly in Molly's grip.

"What do we have here?" She exclaimed.

I fell back on the pillows, frustrated.

"Come on, retrieve the magazine," Molly ordered, feeling my cock thicken in her hand.

I did as I was told, reaching in between the mattress and box spring and retrieving the glossy covered magazine.

"That's better. You won't need these anymore," she said, pulling down my pajama bottoms. I submissively lifted my hips as she turned to pull them past my feet.

I looked down at my now fully erect penis. 

Molly tossed the pajamas and leaned toward me. She took my penis in her hand and bent further forward for a close look before saying, "Hypospadias!"

"What?" 

"That's the medical term for your penis. I've never seen one before, that is, except for illustrations in my nursing textbooks," she explained.

"I didn't know the term just that it was different," I replied.

Phasing for a moment she added, "I have to admit. I always wanted to see one. Some of my nursing friends who have seen one said they were very interesting and inviting, now I see why."

"Do you like it?" I asked, hesitantly.

Molly released my penis and put both hands on my flat stomach pushing them up my hairy chest and down my muscled arms, saying "Yes, I like the whole package."

Wanting to get this embarrassing episode over, I offered, "Should I masturbate now?" 

"No, and, you are going to do everything I tell you to do, aren't you?" she stated mischievously.

"Yes," I replied, meekly.

Getting up from the bed, she said, "I'll be right back."

She disappeared in her room for about fifteen minutes, returning wearing a short cotton nightgown. I thought I could see panty lines underneath it. Her temperament had changed. She sported a sultry smile that I will never forget. She rolled onto the bed, piling on top of me, locking me into a deep kiss.

I squeezed her breasts as she rubbed her panty covered mound into my erect penis. She started to slide down me, kissing my chest on the way. I pulled her nightgown off. She released her arms momentarily to allow me to pull it over her head. She resumed kissing my stomach as I fondled her hanging breasts with abandon. Her tongue found glans and was all over it, licking my deep lit, the rim and nibbling on my small foreskin. Soon, my whole glans was in her mouth. A few moments later it was too much for to take without cumming. I grabbed her by her shoulders, pulling her up toward me. She resisted but was no match for my overwhelming strength. She twisted and kicked trying to free herself until my hand slipped into her panties, through the soft fine hair on her thick bush and found her diminutive clit. When I started rapidly fingering it, she immediately calmed down, spreading her legs invitingly.

I kissed and sucked on her breasts as I continued to manipulate her most private parts. When I felt she was close to cumming, I moved my fingers from her clit to other parts of her vulva. She was so much like Betty, puffy outer lips, small inner labia hidden inside her cameltoe, except for her clit which was tiny.

"Liam, please finish it this time. I can't take any more!" she begged.

Soon, she was shaking, sweating and had pulled her knees up to her chest to deny me access to now oversensitive pussy.

A few moments passed before she straightened out her legs. She didn't resist when I spread them. She spread them wide, again pulling her knees up. I slipped inside her hot wet vagina, nice and tight.

I stroked her as slowly and as long as I could. When I knew I was about to cum I pulled out immediately cumming on her stomach and mound.

I laid on her, feeling my juices pressed between our stomachs.

Later, when I had rolled off her, I took her pair of panties and wiped both of us off. Wadding up this pair and placing it with the pair from last night.

To be continued in Chapter 9 when Cousin Molly's visit continues:



Liam's Story Ch. 09



Authors note: This is another chapter of a novel which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character, Liam. All other names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you're looking for wall to wall sex this isn't for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.



Coming out of a deep sleep, the brightness of the morning sun found me blinking my eyes several times before I could hold them open. I looked to my side. Cousin Molly was still sleeping soundly, lying on her back, naked, with one arm up over her head. I sat up to get a better view of the sleeping beauty. Her small, firm breasts were slowly moving up and down as she breathed. Her prominent nipples were begging to be pinched. Her crimson hair was covering part of her face. I admired her smooth, fair skin and her tan lines, more red than tan, however. A triangle of equally crimson fir barely concealed her tiny cameltoe.

My first impulse was to wake her and see if she wanted to start over where we left off last night, but then reality set in. It was Sunday morning and her mom would be up soon to go to church.

I pulled on a pair of boxer shorts over my erect penis before putting on a light robe. Quietly, I went across the hall to the bathroom and then downstairs. Aunt Betty wasn't up yet so I filled the coffee pot and put it on the stove.

The coffee had just finished perking when Betty came into the kitchen, dressed for church.

We were starting our second cup when Molly came down the stairs.

"I have to leave or I'll be late," Betty said as she got up to leave.

When Molly had finished her first cup of coffee I got up, saying, "I think that I'll get dressed and take a walk along the shoreline. Want to come with?"

Molly took a minute to answer, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"No, I don't think so," I replied.

"You did forget something," she firmly stated.

"What?"

"You promised me last night that you would wash and return my panties," she said as a matter of fact.

Chuckling, I replied, "Yes, how could I forget that!"

"Well then, why don't you be a good boy and bring them into the bathroom. I'll show you the proper way to do it. Get both pairs!" she instructed.

She followed me upstairs and watched from the hall as I retrieved the two wadded items from under the sheets.

She directed me to the bathroom sink.

When I was standing in front of it, she said, "Draw some lukewarm water. I'll be right back."

Returning, she handed me two more pair, saying, "Here are the ones I wore the past two days. I think you should wash them, too. The practice will do you good!"

"Take them, one pair at a time and rinse them," she instructed as she reached up to my shoulders and removed my robe.

My hands in the wash water, feeling the soft garments, I felt my penis pressing hard against my shorts. This did not go unnoticed to my cousin. She playfully tugged on the fabric until my penis popped out of the fly, sticking out five inches at a forty five degree angle upwards.

Reaching over, she wrapped her hand around my shaft, toying with the deep, wet slit in my glans with one of her fingers, saying, "Look who showed up to help!"

"Please, Molly, you're going to make me cum," I begged.

She released me, saying, "O.K. but just until you are finished washing my panties.

She proceeded to have me thoroughly wash each pair, and then rinse them again.

The combination of the warm water, the slipperiness the soap, the soft fabric and most of all the thought of what I was washing was driving me crazy. I looked at the reflection of my swollen, slit glans in the mirror. It had never been this large before.

As I was hanging them neatly on the towel rack to dry, she slipped her hand under my shorts and cupped my tight balls, giving them a firm squeeze. And then, her hands went to the waist band of my shorts, pushing them down until the fell freely to the floor. She motioned me to sit on the covered toilet seat. When I had sat down, she stood before me, proceeding to slowly open her robe revealing her nakedness. The robe fell to the floor. 

She stood there for a few moments, giving me an impish, most seductive look.

Straddling me, she sat down on my thighs, pushing herself towards me until I felt her furry mound pressing my hard penis against my belly. But she kept her chest away from me, only allowing the very tips of her hard nipples to lightly brush against my hairy chest. A deep kiss began. Slowly, she moved her chest closer to mine until her beautiful little tits were firmly pressed to my chest. 

She rotated her firm little ass so as to grind her mound against the underside of my erection.

"I think we're ready," my cousin said as she took my penis in hand, stood up just enough to allow her to guide my penis to her pussy, adding, "Be very gentile. I'm fragile down there."

She slowly lowered her body. The sensation I felt was incredible, tight, hot wetness. Both of us moaned when the tip of my penis touched her cervix.

"O.K., Liam, that's good. That's far enough in. Just go really slow. Please!" she begged.

I slowly moved in and out; almost pulling out entirely on the down stroke and then barely touching the end of her channel on the up stroke.

She moved her hand down to her mound. I could feel her finger moving feverishly.

I couldn't hold back anymore and gushed out, feeling the hot, gelled liquid slowly drip onto my scrotum.

Even though I was hyper sensitive, I keep moving in and out until she too began to shutter and shake, almost uncontrollably. 

A few minutes later she stood up again just enough raise herself off my still erect penis. She sat back down and wrapped her arms around me. I too wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tighter, intensifying the feeling of my wet glans pressing against the smooth skin of her belly.

Then, suddenly, she jumped up an off my lap, saying, "Oh my gosh! We've got to get going! Mom will be home any minute now!"

"Come on, Molly, we've got plenty of time," I replied, laughingly.

"I have to take a shower and wash my hair. I need to get going," she said, firmly. "You take a fast shower while I gather my shampoo and things," she ordered.

I did as she asked. As I was leaving the bathroom, our paths crossed. She stopped momentarily, giving me a peck on the cheek.

I thought to myself, "It's just impossible to understand women!"

To be continued in Chapter 10: