The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr Double. If you are the author of this story and would like to receive proper recognition (an Author's Page at my website at: www.mrdouble.com), please contact me at mrdouble@mrdouble.com. Archive-name: Family/hotsumr1.txt Archive-author: Diamond Cutter Archive-title: One Hot Summer...1 Chapter 1 She Arrives. It was the summer of 1961. I was 14, a student in junior high school. We lived in an affluent suburb of an upper midwest city, in a big old Edwardian three story brick house. My father was a very successful senior executive with a defense company, and our lifestyle was comfortable in the extreme. I was the eldest of 5, three girls and two boys. My mother was essentially a housewife, but my father's position dictated a very busy social life. They employed an older Irish lady to cook , keep house, and "mind" the youngsters. At the end of the '60-'61 school year, the Irish lady announced that she would be returning to Ireland for the summer to see her aged mother.This threw my mother into a serious tailspin, as the thought of maintaining her heavy social calendar, and having to keep a large house in order was more than she could bear. After some discussion with my father, she persuaded him that a summer replacement for the Irish lady would be necessary if he expected her to keep up with things. He suggested an older spinster aunt from the east coast who was always volunteering to visit us, and she agreed to see what could be worked out. The old aunt did agree to help out over the summer, but the idea of "minding the kids" was a bit much for her, and she lacked a driver's license. She agreed to come, provided that the kids would be someone elses responsibility. My father reluctantly agreed that a more or less full time baby sitter would be needed in addition to the old aunt, and he mentioned someone at work who might be able to help. My father's company had a large manufacturing division in the Philadelphia area, and the manager of the plant had a daughter who was finishing her freshman year at Penn State. He had casually mentioned to my father that his daughter was looking for Au Pair work over the summer break. Arrangements were made, and my mother announced to us that we would have this young lady in residence for the summer. Actually, I'm a little surprised that I recall anything about this part of the story. Remember, I was 14. My young male brain was heavily absorbed in dealing with the newly minted male hormones which were surging through my athletic (and still developing) young body. In fact, what little intellectual activity I could muster was heavily devoted to fantasizing about uses for my male member, which was rapidly becoming something between an embarrasment (honest, I could have an erection thinking about a stop sign!), and an obsession. Well, anyway, that's how Sandy came into our lives, and mine in particular. As the school year ended, I had little idea of the long, hot summer it would become. Before I describe Sandy's arrival at our house, I should briefly describe the house itself. It was, as I said, a large brick Edwardian house, with Tudor pretensions, built I suppose in the 1920's. It had lovely, large high ceiling rooms, including three "suites", each of which had a bedroom, bath, and sitting room. My parents of course had the master bedroom suite, the Irish lady had a suite to herself in the back of the house over the large kitchen, and my brother and sisters each had rooms of their own. with adjoining baths. I occupied a suite on the third floor, all to myself. The third floor consisted of my suite, and a large room we called the "ballroom", which was intended to be exactly that, but which we had made into a large indoor playroom. My mother decided that Sandy would occupy the Irish Lady's suite, and the aunt would stay in our large double guest room. Sandy duly arrived one day in late June, shortly after the school year ended. She was indeed sandy, with short brownish blond hair. Slightly tall, thin, and somewhat aristocratic looking, she had a look to match her Main Line Philadelphia last name. In Sandy's case looks were a little deceiving, because in short order we discovered her to be quite pleasant and friendly, with a warm unselfconscious smile and a disposition to match.. She had as well the most appealing, and probably the first, Philly accent I'd ever heard. After a few days of shuttling kids hither and yon, and keeping an eye on the younger members of the household, Sandy fit right in. Part of her arrangement with my mother included two afternoons a week, and Sundays, off. Since she was a stranger to our city, she really didn't have much to do on her time off, and she spent a lot of her free time the first week just reading in her room, or, in good weather, sunning herself in the back yard. The first afternoon she had off after her arrival was a particularlly warm day, with temperatures close to 90 degrees. About 1 in the afternoon I arrived home from somewhere or other to find the house seemingly empty. My mother, it transpired, had taken everyone, including my aunt, to lunch and a movie matinee. I had been off with friends playing sandlot baseball about a mile from home, and I arrived hot, tired, and in need of a shower. I trudged up the two flights of stairs toward my room with the shower very much in mind. Halfway up the stairs from the second to the third floor, I glanced out a window which overlooked our fenced in backyard, and saw Sandy lying on her back on a beach towel spread on the lawn. She was wearing a bathing suit, and reading a book. Her shoulders and thighs were glistening with suntan oil. I could see just the tops of her small breasts move up and down as she breathed, and the mixed oil and sweat accentuated their gentle up and down movement. I stood on the stairway landing unmoving, watching her breasts rise and fall. As if it had a mind of it's own, my penis quickly stiffened and strained against the fabric of my jockey shorts. I could feel the wetness of it's lubrication against my shorts, and my hand reached down to touch it. As my hand reached the swollen tip of my orgam, I felt the warmth spreading from my quickening loins. As I leaned against the window sill and gently stroked my pulsing organ through the fabric of my shorts, my eyes never left Sandy's pert, shiny undulating breasts. After a short time, Sandy put her book aside, and reached for the suntan oil. She unscrewed the cap and rolled over onto her stomach. With her hands she applied oil to her shoulders and back, then poured more oil onto her hands, sat up, and began applying it to the backs of her thighs. When she finished, she took her right hand, which was sitll covered with oil, and wiped the residue onto the inside of her thighs, stroking from the tops to the knees along the soft, white.flesh. As she lay down on her stomach again, I noticed that her right arm was still beneath her, and the angle of her forearm could only place her hand down between her legs. I gasped audibly in astonishment, and my own hand began to stroke my raging erection. At first Sandy lay quite still on her stomach, with her head turned to the side, her mouth slightly open. Gradually, through the fabric of her bathing suit I could see he small, firm buttocks slowly begin to clench and relax rythmically."Jesus", I whispered to myself, as my heart raced and my knees became wobbly, "She's masturbating!". Sandy's butt clenching rhythm, at first imperceptable and slow, gradually became more noticeable and faster. After a while she developed a short, staccato hip thrust movement to accompany her buttock clenching, and her movements became faster, and jerkier. After several minutes, she arched her back quickly three or four times for a second or two each time, pressing her slim hips into the earth each time and clenching her buttocks strongly. With the last spasm, which lasted longer than the preceeding ones, her mouth gaped, and her face distorted. I could only imagine the sounds she was making. Finally, with a little shake of her butt, she collapsed onto the beach towel, gave a little shudder, and lay still. At that moment my penis burst in the most intense and prolonged orgasm of my young life. It literally exploded into my tight shorts, as my knees turned to water. It took me a moment to regain my senses. Feeling the hot, sticky warmth of a massive ejacutation turn cold and wet against my skin, I struggled up the final stairs to my room, and waddled into the bathroom. After a quick, hot shower, I threw myself onto my bed and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. . Chapter 2 Young boy meets girl Later that afternoon, I awoke to the normal sounds of the household. I rolled over in bed and glanced at my clock. It said that I had slept for 4 hours, and that it was approaching the dinner hour. I lay for several minutes in the dreamy haze between sleep and conscioness, thinking back on the afternoon and its events. As I remembered Sandy's small, firm buttocks clenching in ecstasy, I could feel the warmth creeping into my loins, and the stiffening of my tireless young member. My mother's voice jolted me from my reverie, as she called up the stairs to announce dinner. With a sigh, I rose to my feet and pulled on my shorts. I felt curiously shy at the idea of sitting across from Sandy at dinner, as if we shared an important secret. But I shrugged off the thought as silly, and another thought came to mind which made me shiver. I wished I could have heard her this afternoon, the sounds she made as pleasure coursed through her shuddering body, and I thought that the sound of her voice at dinner would recall those sounds I couldn't hear. I tingled all over as I ambled down the stairs to the dining room. Sandy was there helping my aunt set the table. She was dressed in shorts and a loose fitting sleeveless shirt, and as she bent over to place a casserole dish on the table, I looked down the front of her shirt straining to see whatever I might. As she placed the dish down, her eyes quickly rose and met mine. "Oh shit", I thought, "she caught me looking". She smiled her sweet unselfconscious smile and sat down across the table from me. Dinner proceeded uneventfully, except that I couldn't keep my thoughts off the picture of Sandy's clenching butt. As she spoke, my hot, twisted mind altered every word into an imagined gasp or moan. I prayed fervently that no one would ask me to get up and go into the kitchen for anything, because my tight shorts would be quite useless in hiding a partially erect 9" prick. I could only imagine what my brat sisters would have to say! Toward the end of the meal, my mother instructed Sandy to get the younger kids in bed by 9pm, which was the time Sandy usually finished for the day. Mother said that she and father would be going to the home of a business associate of my father's to play cards. Sandy looked across the table at me and asked if I knew how to play cards. With unwarranted bravado, I announced that I was an excellent card player, after all what educated 14 year old male didn't know how to play cards. At this she looked pleased, and she asked me if I knew how to play gin. I answered that I did, sort of. With that she offered to teach me the finer points after the kids were in bed. Shortly after dinner, my parents left for their card game, and after a short evening of tv, Sandy put the kids to bed. After the last one was tucked in, she reminded me of our date to play cards, and asked me to come to her sitting room in 15 minutes. 14 1/2 minutes later. I knocked on her sitting room door, and I heard her voice from her bedroom call out to come in. I opened the door and walked into the sitting room. The room contained a chaise lounge, two overstuffed chairs of uncertain vintage, a coffee table, and two floor lamps. I threw myself into one chair as her voice came from the other room; "Just a sec, I have to get a deck of cards from my suitcase". I sat patiently for a minute until I heard her footsteps coming from the bedroom, through the bathroom adjoining the sitting room. As she walked thru the sitting room door, I almost lost it totally. Her shorts were now gone, and she was clad only in shirt and cotton panties! Unselfconsciously she dragged the coffee table in front of my chair, giving me a tantalizing view of her tight little butt encased in those cotton panties, then pulled up an ottoman to the opposite side of the table and proceeded to sit lotus fashion on the ottoman directly across from me. My mouth was so dry I didn't think I could speak. I tried as surreptitously as possible to look at the junction of her lovely thighs, now separated from my view by only the tiniest bit of material. Whispy soft brown curly hairs covered the tops of her thighs, and peeked around the edges of her panties. Sandy proceeded to deal cards, and to explain the rules and finer points of gin, but her efforts were largely wasted. My hormones were pumping again, and it took every bit of willpower in my posession to keep my prick from ripping through my shorts and introducing itself to the young lady opposite me. As she spoke softly, and shifted gently on the ottoman, I became less and less able to control the growing tumescence of my penis. It bulged more and more noticeably, and I waited helplessly for the inevitable. Suddenly I became aware that Sandy had stopped talking, and was looking at me with an impish expression. Softly she said, "You know, I have three brothers at home. I know what an erection looks like, and you shouldn't be embarassed. It's hard to be fourteen, I know." I was speachless, and I suppose I turned as red as a beet. Sandy smiled again, and said "I know just the trick," With that she rose from the ottoman, and walked to the bathroom, returning in a minute with a towel. She pushed the coffee table from between us, and motioned me to stand up. I did, and in an eyelash she had my shorts around my ankles, then she pushed me gently backward into the chair. I fell back into a sitting position, and she knelt in front of me between my legs. Her left hand went under my balls and cupped them, while she wrapped her right hand firmly around my rigid shaft and began stroking up and down its length. As she stroked she murmured almost to herself,"Wow, you're bigger than my brothers. What a pretty penis. So strong, and so warm." After about ten strokes, I gave up and the weapon went off in her hand with a series of pulsing gushes. The first shot flew up over her head and for all I know went into earth orbit. The next couple flew up and landed in her hair. The rest ran down over her still pumping hand and forearm. Sandy continued stroking the shaft until well after it stopped erupting. As it softened in her hand, she laid it gently on my abdomen, and reached for the towel. "Feel better now?", she asked with a smile. "I'll bet you do. Well, we seem to have made a mess, and you look like you need a rest, so toddle off to bed, and I'll clean up. We'll continue our card lessons another time" With that she gave me a peck on the cheek, and bid me goodnight. I struggled up the stairs to my room and threw myself across the bed in exhaustion. Chapter 3 Auntie Over the next couple of weeks, we rendezvoused several more times for card lessons. The events of the first lesson were not mentioned or alluded to at all. Sandy was fully dressed each time, and I actually learned to play gin fairly well. After Sandy had been with us for almost a month, one night she invited me for cards when my folks were out of the house. When I arrived at her sitting room at the appointed time, I found her curled up on her chaise loungs, clad in a bathrobe, and sound asleep. As I turned to tiptoe out again, she groaned slightly, and shifted her position. As she moved, one side of her robe fell open, exposing her right side, from breast to pubis. I stood frozen in place, unable to move, or even breath. She was the first real woman I'd ever seen, and to me she was breathtaking. Her small, round, taut breast was topped by a perfect brown nipple about a inch across, proud and erect. Her trim body was exquisitely proportioned, with soft, round, hips, and a flat stomach. Her mons was covered with fleecy brown, almost reddish hair. Her skin was smooth and soft looking. The urge to reach out and touch her was almost unbearable. As I stood rooted to the spot staring at her, she stirred and opened her eyes. As she rose to consciousness, her hand swept over and closed her robe without a trace of embarrasment. She smiled up at me, and I guess I blushed. Her eyes moved downward, and the impish grin of three weeks ago creased her face. Suddenly I became aware of my tumescent state, as was she. She looked up at me and said "Well, here you go again. You're as bad as my brothers!" With that she sat upright, and reached for my hand, pulling me toward her. When I was directly in front of her, she lowered the zipper on my shorts, and reached her hand inside. As her hand drew my shaft from its confinement, I groaned with ecstasy. She looked at the distended purplish knob at the end of my penis with undisguised pleasure, then glanced up at me. "You really are delicious" she said with a tremor. Before I could register a conscious thought, she placed the tip of my throbbing organ between her lips, and ran her tongue along the bottom. Immediately it jerked in her hand and began to spurt gobs of goo, first into her mouth, then onto her face as she held it tightly. When it finally stopped erupting, she looked up, smiled her impish smile, and said, "Well, we're gonna have to teach this monster a little patience if its gonna make a lady happy." Both of us had been so absorbed that we failed to hear footsteps outside the sitting room door. One of us, I don't remember which, became aware that we weren't alone. Something caused me to turn toward the door, and when I did, my blood froze. There, in the doorway, frozen in her tracks with her mouth agape, was my spinster aunt. Before her glassed over eyes was a sight the like of which she had never seen in any of her 51 years. Me with a still partially erect penis, firmly in the grip of Sandy, whose face, and hair was covered , and whose lips were dripping, cum. We stared at each other for what seemed an eternity, each frozen into immobility. Finally, the impasse was broken when the poor lady slumped to the floor in a dead faint. Sandy stood up at once, a look of horror on her stricken face. She walked quickly toward the bathroom, pausing only to motion me to help my aunt who was lying rather awkwardly in the doorway. I stuffed my now flaccid organ onto my shorts, pulled up the zipper, and walked over to auntie. I reached down and gently laid her flat on the floor, my mind racing, my heart pounding. Sandy returned from the bathroom and looked at auntie on the floor. "Jesus, what do we do now? Is she alright?" I knelt down next to the supine lady, searching frantically for some sign of life. To my imense relief, I could hear her snoring gently, and see the rise and fall of her chest. "Yea, I think she's ok." I said. Sandy looked at me, and at auntie, and said, "Well, you better get her to her room." I nodded dumbly at her, and reached down to pick auntie up off the floor. She was surprisingly light, and I picked her up with little effort. I moved out into the hallway and toward the guest bedroom in the front of the house. I watched her face as I carried her. It was a young face for a woman of 51. Auntie was not very tall, maybe 5'1", and she was not heavy. I would call her matronly. Her short black hair was sprinkled with grey. She had rather large breasts for a woman her size, and I always had the impression that they embarrassed her. She always wore "old lady" clothes to hide her figure, and she was kind of a shy, quiet person. I walked into the guest bedroom, and placed auntie on the closest bed, placing her head gently on the pillow. I attempted to straighten her clothing out, and I untied and removed her shoes. Sandy walked in right behind me, and I could see tears streaking her face. "What do we do now?" she whispered to herself. I looked down at auntie, and only two possible conclusions came to mind, she would wake up and kill us, or she would tell my father and HE would kill us. Either way, we were dead meat. Sandy sobbed quietly, and I put my arm around her. She heaved a sigh, and said, "Well, I guess tomorrow I'm gone, one way or another. I think I'll go to bed." She turned to leave, then paused, and said "Why don't you get her under the covers, maybe she'll think it was all a dream...", then she left. I turned back to auntie, and thought about Sandy's advice. Well, it wasn't much, but it was all we had. Out of a peculiar sense of modesty, I reached over the bed and turned out the light. The only light in the room came from the hallway outside. I reached down and began to unbutton aunties dress, praying that she would stay out until I finished. I freed all the buttons quickly, and as gently as I could I removed her dress. I walked over to her dresser, and fumbled for a nightgown. I pulled out a granny type nightdress, and walked back to the bed. Auntie was laying on her back, dressed in panties and bra. For the first time I noticed just how large her breasts were. They filled a pair of ample cups to overflowing. My eyes moved down across her flat stomach to a pair of broad matronly hips, and a pair of legs that were a whole lot better than I thought they'd be. As I looked at her, I felt a stirring, then I mentally admonished myself to stick to the job at hand. Gently I reached beneath her back and fumbled for the catch of her bra. The damn thing was two inches wide, and must've had 5 hooks on it. This was gonna be a two handed job! I reached my other hand around her back to help, and finally I got the damn thing loose. Gently I pulled the straps off her arms, and her very large breasts came free. They were really beautiful! Large, and soft, with huge dark nipples. As they came free of the cups, they pillowed back on her chest like great cushions. By this time I had an erection, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I was straddling her on the bed, and I was conscious of my erection pushing into aunties soft belly. And I wasn't the only thing that was erect. The tips of her nipples were standing up like soldiers on parade! "Unusual for a sleeping woman." I thought. My eyes moved up to aunties face, and I let out an audible gasp of surprise! Staring back at me were two very wide open eyes! Without a word she reached her arms up around my neck and pulled my face down to hers. Her hungry lips pressed against mine, and her tongue forced itself into my mouth. I straightened my legs out and lay full length on her. Effortlessly, her legs parted and her knees lifted up. Her pelvis rocked up toward me, and she locked her feet behind my thighs. With one hand I pushed my shorts down, and freed my pulsating shaft. At the same time, her hand reached down between our straining bodies and guided my cock toward her. She used the head of my cock to push her soaked panties to one side, and then giuded it toward her vagina. As it pushed roughly past her lips and plunged inside her, she loosened her liplock, and groaned in ecstasy. Until my dying day I'll remember the exquisite feeling of entering my first woman, and what a woman she was. She started an orgasm when I was only halfway in, and her vulva gripped my cock without mercy for a full minute, spasming rhythmically despite the brutal, insistent thrusting of an inexperienced 14 year old boy. With each spasm she mewed gently, like a little cry mixed with joy and desperation. As her spasming died, she gripped me fiercely with her arms and legs, and heaved sobs. Her grip was so strong that it quieted my desperate juvenile thrusting, and I sank my huge cock deep into her liquid center, where she held it tightly, and caressed it with the tiny muscles of her vagina. In a short time she began a gently rocking of her hips, without loosening her grip, pushing her clit into the base my rigid cock. I could my orgasm rising, and I could feel hers at the same time. In a lifetime of trying, I've never been able to duplicate the feeling. After a minute or two of intense feeling, she began to come. As her vagina tightened around my cock she literally sucked the cum out of my balls, and we held each other in a death grip as we poured our life into each other. After the last spasm, our grips loosened, and we collapsed into each other's arms. I manages to roll off her, and promptly fell asleep. After a while, she woke me with a nudge, and put her fingers to my lips to silence me. "Your parent's car just entered the driveway" she whispered. I rose from the bed, and fumbled for my shorts. I pulled them on and moved quickly up the stairs to my room. Chapter 4 Sis (To be continued) -- -- "Now I know how Joan of Arc felt As the flames rose to her Roman nose And her walkman started to melt" The Smiths ======== Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.incest Subject: One Hot Summer 2 (mf incest) From: yat@netcom.com (yat) Date: Sat, 2 Dec 1995 06:11:08 GMT Archive-name: Family/hotsumr2.txt Archive-author: Diamond Cutter Archive-title: One Hot Summer...2 Chapter 4 Sis The next morning I woke early and slipped down the stairs to Sandy's room. I found her in bed, disheleved and red-eyed from crying, and lack of sleep. I told her in some detail of my encounter with auntie, and she was immensly relieved to hear that "our little secret" would be safe from my father. She asked me to tell my mother that she wasn't feeling well...and it was obvious that she wasn't. I told her that I would, and she snuggled back under the covers. When I left Sandy's room, I headed down the stairs to the kitchen, where I found my mother sitting at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee. I gave her Sandy's news, and she remarked that it wasn't a surprise, auntie was also feeling unwell, and would be sleeping in. "I hope it isn't something thats going around", she said glumly! I stiffled an urge to giggle, and slipped out the back door. I walked about a mile and a half to the sandlot field and played ball for the balance of the morning. After several hours the sky began to darken, and look threatening, so we called of the pickup game, and a group of us began walking together toward our little village center. About halfway there, we bumped into my eldest sister and a group of her girlfriends walking the other way. I have to tell you about my sister. We called her "the brat", and she deserved the name. She was always the best student in the family, and the best behaved...sort of the apple of my parents eye.She took great delight in reporting any infractions of behavior by any of us to my parents, and to my father in particular. I guess you could say we sort of hated her. This summer she had obviously changed from the tubby little brat she had always been. She had slimmed down some, although she was still a bit chubby, and her shape began to assume some very interesting bulges, two of which made her particularlly proud. Nevertheless, whatever nature had in store for her, it didn't include improving her disposition. My sister and her friends, of which there were two, were on their way to another friends house about a block from where we met them. At the moment of our meeting, the sky opened up in one of those incredible summer downpours characteristic of the midwest. We were almost instantly drenched to the skin, and we all raced together toward the girlfriend's house to seek shelter. We tumbled into the front door of the house, and were greeted by the girl's mother, who hustled us into different bathrooms to towel dry. We were all so soaked that the best we could do was dry our heads and arms, and sop what water we could from our clothes. By now it had stopped raining, and my sister and I headed home together for a change of clothes. As we walked along the sidewalk toward home, we spoke little. Arriving at the house, we each headed for our rooms to change. The house was quiet. Sandy and auntie were evidently still in bed, and there was no sign of anyone else around. I quickly doffed my wet clothes, towelled off, pulled on a t- shirt and a pair of shorts, gathered up my wet laundry and headed for the basement laundry room. As I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I glanced across the hall at the door to my sister's room, which to my surprise was open. I stopped and moved quietly across the hallway to the wall opposite, and peered around the corner of the door into the room. There, sitting on the bed facing away from me was my brat sister, clad only in a pair of white cotton panties, and drying her hair with a towel. I pressed myself against the wall, held my breath, and watched. The vision on the bed certainly didn't look anything like the the fat little troublemaker I had known all my life! The shin of her back way a creamy white, and from the side I could see the profile of a very substantial, firm breast, the existence of which I had been totally unaware. As I stood watching, she rose from the bed and walked over to a dresser with a mirror against the wall. I could see her reflection in the mirror, and the view confirmed the promise of her profile. She indeed had a magnificent set of large, firm, melon shaped breasts, tipped by two silver dollar sized light brown nipples. As she stood before the mirror, she bent down and removed the panties, revealing an exquisite, if a bit chubby , rear end. I was absolutely mesmerized. She stood before the mirror looking at herself for what seemed like hours, her arms at her side, unmoving. My poor cock strained against the fabric of my shorts, as if wanting a peek himself. I was pressed against the wall, more or less trapped, unable to move without revealing my presence, not that I wanted to move! After what seemed an eternity, she turned toward the door, and my heart froze in my chest. There was absolutely no chance that she wouldn't see me, and what she would see of me, and my rampant erection, would leave few questions unanswered. I knew that, before nightfall, she would tell my father a crucifying tale of debauchery and lust about his eldest son, and that after a miraculous deliverance only the night before, I would be handed over for severe punishment for an act of relative innocence. As our eyes met, my heart sank further into my shoes, and I stood leaning against the wall waiting for the first shreik of violated innocence from the brat. To my utter astonishment, she made no sound. She just stood inside the door looking at me. Even more astonishing, she made no attempt to cover herself up. She just stood there, stark naked, looking. Gradually, I became aware that she was no longer looking me in the eye. Her gaze was directed at the bulge in my shorts, which was undeniably immense. It dawned on me that she and I were doing the same thing, only to each other. Neither of us said a word for the longest time. Suddenly she looked up and said in a very small, choked voice, "Does that hurt?" It took a minute for her words to register, and another minute to reply in an equally choked voice, "What...No.." She reached through the door and pulled me into her room, quitely closing the door behind us. We stood facing each other, she with her eyes on the pulsating bulge in my shorts, and me looking in amazement at her proud, erect nipples. "Jeepers", she whispered, "can I look at it?" I pushed my shorts down to set the monster free, and it sprang up and toward her belly. She gasped, and drew back, but only for an instant. "It doesn' bite", I said. She stared in amazement at the glowing glans pointed directly toward her abdomen. A tiny bead of lubrication forced itself out of the tip. She took the tip of her forefinger and touched the glistening drop. As she pulled her finger back, it formed a sticky ribbon stretching between my throbbing penis and her fingertip. She placed the end of her thumb against the tip of her finger and rubbed the fluid around. "It's slippery," she whispered," is this the stuff that makes babies?". "I dunno," I mumbled, "I don't think so". "God", she whispered, "do men put that thing inside women...it must be a foot long?" She looked up at me, and said "I saw you one time, you know....rubbing it. Does it really feel good?" "Really...", I replied. "When does the baby stuff come out?", she asked. Any minute now, I thought to myself, but I gathered my meagre wits about me and replied, "Well, you have to rub it a little more for it to come out." "Can you make it come so I can see it?", she asked. "My friend Jeanie said there's a lot of it inside boys." "What do you want to see it for?" I asked. "None of my girlfriends have ever seen it." she replied. "I won't tell anybody, I just wanna see it. Does it hurt when it comes out?" "No, it feels really good." "Ok ", she replied, "so make it come out." "Well, its almost ready to now, it just needs a little help.", I said hopefully. "What kind of help?", she asked. "I have to rub it a little, but I can't do it with you here, it's too embarrasing." "Why not?", she whined softly, "will it come if I rub it?" "Maybe", I said with as noncommital a voice as I could muster. "Show me how", she said. With that I took her hand and wrapped it around the rock hard shaft of my cock, gently moving it up and down the length. After three or four gentle strokes, I could feel the explosion gathering in my balls. "Here it comes", I whispered hoarsely as my cock pulsed in her hand, sending ribbon after ribbon of hot sperm arching toward her plumb belly. As the first ribbon splashed warmly against her soft, white flesh, she gasped and backed away. Two more jets of sperm hit her as she backed up, one landing squarely in the valley of her sweaty young breasts, and the other draping itself across the top of her jet black hair. She looked down her body in amazement as the sperm ran down her flesh and into the black, curly triangle between her ample, creamy thighs. "Wow", she whispered, "its hot", then a stricken look crossed her face. "Can I get pregnant from this?, she asked frantically? "No, no," I reassured her, "it has to be inside you to make you pregnant." "Are you sure" "Absolutely", I replied. "What a mess", she said. "You even shot my hair!" "Well you asked for it", I said smugly. "Just jump in the shower and wash it off." "Okay", she said, "Why don't you come with me." "Lead on", said I, somewhat winded, but still game. Her bedroom shared a bath with the adjoining room, so the two of us walked through the bathroom door. As she walked in front of me, I watched her cute, plumb littls ass cheeks bounce up and down. Carefully I closed and locked the doors at each end. She turned on the shower, and stepped in, beckoning me to follow. I stripped off my shirt, and stepped into the shower stall with her. As the hot water ran down our bodies, washing away the evidence of our little adventure, I let the warmth soak into my skin. My sister reached for the bar of soap, and stood facing me rubbing up a lather between her hands. When she had a good lather worked up, she began rubbing her hands up and down my front, gradually working lower and lower, until she was lathering my balls, and cock. As her slippery hands did their work, my manhood reacted by swelling once again. As she felt it harden, she looked up at me and grinned. I reached for the soap, and began gently massaging her firm, ripe breasts. As my hands touched her, her eyes closed, and her face grew serious. Gently. I turned her around and pulled her back against my body. My hardening cock pressed firmly between the cheeks of her ass, and she shivered slightly. My soapy hands continued massaging her breasts, and stomach, gradually moving toward the black triangle between her legs. She moaned softly, and leaned back against my chest. As I reached my goal, I felt her legs part slightly, and her breath quicken. Gently I slipped two soapy fingers into the vee of her thighs, and felt for her clit. When I could feel it between my fingers, I began sliding them back and forth, softly rolling her clit between them. Her hips began to thrust gently, then more firmly, back against my soapy cock. As she pushed back in a gentle rythym, the head of my cock pushed in and out between the plump cheeks of her ass, gradually pressing deeper, until the head was pressing against her anus. My left arm was wrapped around her shoulder, and with my hand I massaged the tightly erect nipple of her right breast. As my hands massaged her, and my cock pressed insistently against her butt, she began to whisper "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus" over and over. Suddenly she took both of her hands and pressed my hand tightly into her crotch, grinding it against her pubis. She gasped, and spasmed once, twice, three times, then went rigid, shivering, for a full minute. Then she went so limp that I had to grab her to keep her from falling. I lowered her slowly to the floor of the shower stall, and she put her arms around my neck and pulled me down with her. She held me tight against her until the water from the shower head began to turn cold. We fled wordlessly from the now cold shower stall, and reached for towels to dry off. We towelled dry, and I put on my clothes. She was still naked as we walked back into her bedroom, and neither of us had said a word. As I walked into the bedroom, she turned and embraced me strongly for a moment, then guided me toward the door, and gently closed it behind me. Not knowing quite what to think, i climbed the stairs to my room, and threw myself across the bed, exhausted. Chapter 5 The summer moves along. (To be continued) -- -- -- "Now I know how Joan of Arc felt As the flames rose to her Roman nose And her walkman started to melt" The Smiths ======== Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.incest Subject: One Hot Summer 3 (mf incest) From: yat@netcom.com (yat) Date: Sat, 2 Dec 1995 06:11:55 GMT Archive-name: Family/hotsumr3.txt Archive-author: Diamond Cutter Archive-title: One Hot Summer...3 Chapter 5 The summer moves along. That night I slept through dinner, and woke up the next morning close to noon. Between my physical and emotional exertions, I was thoroughly exhausted, physically and mentally. As I lay half awake that hot summer morning I knew that I had dodged more bullets in the past forty eight hours than some do in a lifetime. I felt that my luck was bound to run out pretty soon, and I resolved to lay low (so to speak) for a while, and to do my best to overcome the temptation which was suddenly all around me. I got up, showered, dressed, and fled the house without seeing or talking to anyone. I headed downtown with no specific intention in mind, except to avoid human female contact to whatever degree possible. As noon approached the morning warmth turned to waves of heat surging up from the blacktop. I could feel my feet burning through the rubber soles of my sneakers as I walked along. My throat dried, my skin burned, and I longed for a cool drink and a little dose of air conditioning. As I approached town, I spotted the marquee of the local movie theater, and ducked inside. I had about the price of a movie and a cold drink, so I bought a ticket, and a large frosty Cola, and settled in to watch the double feature. The show wasn't very good, but the air conditioning was delicious. Soon I drifted off to sleep. My exhausted body and soul simply collapsed in the cool, darkened theater. It wasn't until the house lights came up a couple of hours later that the usher, a school buddy, gently shook me awake. "Hey, man, you all right", he asked as I rose from the dead. "Yea, I'm okay, just tired" I mumbled. "I never figured to see you here alone in the afternoon", he said, "what have you been up to?" "Nothing, just bored", I replied, rising from the seat. "Hey. you goin to the party tonite?" he asked. "What party?", I asked sleepily. "At the town campground tonight....some of the guys from school...." "Naw", I said, "You goin?" "Yea...I got a bottle of whiskey from my dad's liquor cabinet, and some of the other guys have some stuff..." "Well, I don't think so...my folks are having a party tonite and they want me to stick around..." "Hey, too bad..." he said, "it oughta be a blast..." "Yea, well, I'll seeya..." I said over my shoulder as I headed toward the exit. The incredibly hot afternoon air washed over me as I left the cool theater lobby and headed for home. The heat rose in waves from the sidewalk, and I stepped onto the grass to keep the soles of my sneakers from burning. I became aware of a car approaching from the rear, and I glanced over my shoulder at it. It was my mom's car, and Sandy was driving. She came to a stop opposite me, and said, "Hey, we've been looking for you, where've you been?" "Oh, I went to a movie", I said. "Well, get in, you've had everyone worried." I climbed into the passenger side and we headed home. "You really ought to let us know where you're going, you know Are you ok?" "Yeah, fine", I said glumly, slumping into the seat. "You don't look so fine", she said, "what's the matter?" "Bored and hot, I guess." I said, "what's new with you?" "Welllll, guess what.....I got a date tonite!" she said with a grin. "My heart rate picked up, and I asked, "A date...who with?" "You'll never guess...", she said, her grin widening. "C'mon...who..." I said impatiently. "Jim", she said. "Jim from next door?", I asked incredulously. "Yup....I met him over the back fence yesterday, and he asked me out tonite..." A pang of jealousy stabbed at my stomach, but I quickly stifled it. "That's nice." I said laconically, "Where are you going?" "I don't know yet, he said he wanted it to be a surprise." "Well," I said, "have a good time". By this time we were pulling into the driveway, and I jumped out of the car and headed for the kitchen. As I pulled open the back door, I could see Auntie at the stove, her back to me. I hesitated for a fraction of a second, then entered. As the door opened, Auntie turned and saw me. Our eyes met for a second, then she turned away, saying" Well, the lost is found. Supper is almost ready, get yourself washed up. We're eating early tonight because of the party." "OK", I said, and headed up the stairs to my room. After a quick shower and change of clothes, I returned to the kitchen to find my younger siblings already seated at the supper table. Only one seat was vacant, next to my oldest sister. As I sat down, she turned and smiled at me, then looked away. Dinner proceeded uneventfully until dessert, when my father came into the kitchen to lecture us on the good behavior he expected from us tonite while the house was full of adult guests. It was a vaguely threatening lecture which he delivered on all such occasions, and he varied it only slightly from one party to another. As he stood at the opposite end of the table from me speaking in his stern voice, I felt the pressure of a hand high on my thigh. My blood turned to ice as I realized it was sis. She didn't move a facial muscle, and I didn't dare take my eyes off my father as he spoke. Nevertheless, her hand sought, and found, my penis, and her fingers began to stroke the head through my pants. Not so gradually, and not surprisingly, it sprang to life under her touch. I was absolutely frozen to the seat. My temples began to pound as my heart raced. Her touch was terrifying and exciting all at once. I think I must have swayed in the chair a little, and it caught my fathers attention. He looked directly at me, and said "Are you listening to me, son" At his words, her fingers quickened their stroking, and I was conscious of a sheen of sweat on my forehead as I stammered "Yessir..." "All right", he said, apparently satisfied, and he turned to leave. As he walked away, she removed her hand, and quickly stood up. "Let's help auntie with the dishes" she said, walking away. Honestly, I could have killed her. There I was with a raging erection. There was absolutely no way I could stand up. I fumbled with my fork, as if to finish the last few crumbs on an empty plate, praying for the rod in my pants to recede enough for me to beat a hasty retreat. Eventually it did, and I fled upstairs to my room. After sulking for an hour or so, I decided to head for the basement to see what was on tv. On my way downstairs, I could hear water running in the pipes as the adults showered in preparation for the party. Since the event was being catered, the first floor was a beehive of activity, as the caterer set up the downstairs rooms. I decided to sneak a look at the preparations before my father finished dressing and came downstairs, so I headed for the front stairway. About halfway down the hall I heard my father's voice muffled through the closed door to his bedroom. I ducked into my sister's room to be out of his sight if he left the bedroom. After a moment, I could hear his voice again, and it was obvious that he wasn't coming out right away. But another sound made me stop. It was a funny sound, like a squealing. A door, never used, connected my sister's room to the master bedroom suite next door, and I pressed my ear to the crack between the door and the frame. I could now hear two sounds, a rhythmic little squeal, and a slapping noise. Curiouser and curiouser! As quietly as possible, I turned the knob on the door, and opened it a crack. As I peeked into the tiny opening, I saw a sight that took my breath away. My mother was on her hands and knees, stark naked, on the edge of the bed. My father stood on the floor in back of her, with his hands on her hips, rhythmically pulling her backwards as he thrust his huge penis into her from behind. As her buttocks impacted his hairy abdomen, she squealed softly, and their flesh made the slapping noise that had attracted my attention. For several minutes his thrusts and her squeals were an unchanging rhythm. Then his buttocks began to clench more rapidly, and his thrusts became harder and faster. As the speed of his thrusts became more desperate, her squeals turned to grunts. The flesh of her buttocks rippled with each violent impact, and her hands gripped the bedcovers. Her face was clenched and her eyes were shut tight. Suddenly her voice rose above the other noises. "Oh...Oh....Oh", she repeated over and over, each two letter word accompanying an exhale forced out of her lungs by the ferocious impact from behind. Her arms collapsed, and her shoulders fell to the bed. My father began to grunt as he pistoned his cock faster and faster. Finally he groaned, and reached for his cock with his right hand, pulling it from her glistening cunt and stroking it rapidly over the crack of her ass. "Oh shit...I'm cumming..." he groaned, as white jets spewed from the huge purplish tip of his cock, splattering my mothers white back. Three. four, five white arcs, then a dribble dripping wetly onto the crack of mother's upturned ass. Father sat heavily down on the bed, still gripping his huge organ, while mother collapsed forward onto her belly, her back a mess of wet cum. My own cock unnoticed in the excitement, pushed strongly against its confinement. I gently closed the door as quietly as possible, and leaned against the wall to regain my composure. So riveted had I been with the scene before me, that I was unaware that someone else had entered the room. As I leaned heavily against the wall, I heard a slight movement behind me, and turned to see sis standing there watching me, as I had been watching my parents. "How long have you been there?" I whispered. "Long enough", she said, smiling wryly. "They do that all the time, you know." "Really, do you watch?", I asked. "Sure I do, and it makes me hot to. It looks like you could use some help." With that, she knelt down in front of me and quickly pulled my shorts down far enough to liberate my swollen cock. It leaped toward her face, and she grabbed it quickly, and began rubbing her hand up and down the rock hard shaft. After a minute she moved her lips to the tip of the glans, and she stuck out her pink little tongue and rubbed it against the underside. As soon as I felt the abrasive surface of her tongue on the underside of my penis, I came like a firehose, sending a stream of sticky hot cum into her open mouth. She coughed and choked as I continued to spurt all over her face and hair. I was terrified that the sound of her coughing would attract attention, so I grabbed her and pulled us both down between her twin beds, trying desperately to muffle the sound. Gradually her choking turned to giggling, and she looked up at me. "Sorry", she whispered, "you just surprised me." "Okay", I whispered back, "just keep it down...I'm gonna get out of here before someone finds us, for Christ's sake get cleaned up..." With that I hiked up my shorts, and snuck from her room. As I moved toward the third floor stairs, I heard the doorbell announce the arrival of the first guests. About an hour later, I walked to the basement via the back stairway, and settled in front of the tv. Gradually the noise from the main floor grew into a muffled din as more and more guests arrived. I had heard my mother tell the caterer to expect 40 or 50 guests, and it sounded like there had been few no-shows. The basement was paneled in a dark wood, and the only light came from the tv set, and a small 40 watt bulb in a table lamp. As I sat on the sofa watching a program, I heard the door at the top of the stairs opening. For an instant the party noise became louder, then quieted down as whoever it was closed the door behind them. I have to explain about these parties. They were generally a mix of friends and / or business associates of my father's, and I HATED them. Every guest, and especially his subordinates at work, felt an obligation to dote over the kids. I would rather walk across hot coals that be "doted" over, so when I heard the door opening, my first thought was flight. There was no way I could make it to the back basement stairs without being seen, but there was a small closet beneath the front stairs only a few feet from where I sat on the sofa. Without thinking, I ducked quickly into the closet, closing the door quietly behind me. This closet door was slatted like a venetian blind to allow ventilation, and it easily admitted sounds, and offered a good view of the tv room, if I stood on my tiptoes and looked down thru the slats. I ascertained quickly from the sounds descending the stairway that the intruders were a couple, a man and a woman. As they came down the stairs, I could hear them whisper, and hear her giggle, although I couldn't quite hear what they were saying. As I watched, the man looked quickly around the room, then returned to the woman who had waited at the foot of the stairs. They whispered together, but apart from a couple of nervous sounding giggles from the woman, I couldn't make out what they were saying. Suddenly they moved directly in front of the door, and for a panicky instant I thought they were going to join me. But they stopped and embraced only inches from where I stood. Now I could hear every word they whispered. "Now", he whispered. "Are you sure no one's hear" she whispered back. "Yes, dammit, c'mon..." he panted. Her party dress rustled as she dropped quickly to her knees in front of him. I could see his hand fumbling with his zipper. Suddenly, only inches away, I saw his erect penis spring from his pants. It was big, uncircumcised, and erect. Quickly she pulled back the foreskin by wrapping her hand around the shaft and pushing down. Then she pushed her lips against the swollen tip and began inserting it slowly into her mouth. Incredibly the entire organ gradually disappeared into her mouth! I can't imagine how it fit, but honest to God her lips almost reached the bottom of the shaft before she began to withdraw it. The guy groaned with delight as she slid her red lips up and down the shaft. "Oh, God", he groaned, "that's it baby", as he rocked his hips gently back and forth to the rhythm of her sucking. She made no sound as she slid up and down the swollen member. Suddenly I could see him stiffen, and he gasped as his cock pulsed between her lips. Not a damn drop escaped her...she swallowed his entire load without a sound! When he finished shuddering and bucking in her mouth, she removed his cock, and wiped it with a little white hanky she got from God knows where. Quietly he shoved his organ back into his pants, and pulled the zipper up. As she stood, she whispered to him, "Okay, that's my end of the deal..." He said nothing, and the two of them walked back up the stairs to the party, leaving me in a highly aroused state in my little closet. After a few minutes, I opened the closet door, and made my way back to the couch. After a couple of hours more, I could hear the front door opening and closing as the guests began to drift home, and the din of the party chatter gradually died down. When it was relatively silent, I stole up the stairs for a look around. The guests were gone and my mother was slumped into an armchair looking exhausted as the caterers cleaned up the party debris. "How'd it go", I inquired. "Fine," she answered tiredly, "but I'm getting too old for this". "Not that I can see, you're not" I thought, recalling my last view of her matronly ass firmly skewered on a huge cock. "Where's dad?" I asked. "Oh, he went to bed" she said, "And I'm going to be right behind, as soon as this mess gets cleaned up" The caterers had the house pulled together in no time, and mother retired shortly thereafter. I dropped into one of the overstuffed armchairs in the den to contemplate another day of rich experiences, and promptly fell asleep. I don't know how long I was asleep, but I woke up to automobile headlights flashing through the windows of the den as a car pulled into our driveway. "Who could that be", I wondered, as I rose from the chair. I walked to the window, and I recognized our neighbor's car. Sandy was returning from her date. The headlights turned off, and I waited for the sound of the back door as Sandy came in. Some time passed without the door opening, or the headlights coming back on, and I became curious. I walked out through the kitchen to the inside entrance to the garage. I walked through the garage to the one of the car entrances, and peered through a window at the top of the door. Outside, I could see the car pulled up close to the door. I could also see the driver seated behind the wheel, but the passenger side seemed empty. Then as my eyes became accustomed to the dark, I saw something else...a little head bouncing up and down at approximately the location of the driver's lap! "Well", I thought, "I guess she's kissing him goodnight!" The thought amused me so much that I began laughing uncontrollably, but as quietly as I could manage. Not wanting to be caught in the headlights at the conclusion of there good-bye, I removed myself to the kitchen, and sat at the dinette. About 10 minutes later the kitchen door opened, and Sandy walked in. She greeted me with a smile, and I smiled back, and asked her how the evening went. "Okay", she said. "He's a nice guy, but not exactly my cup of tea." "Jesus", I replied, "you'd never know it from how you said goodnight." She stopped in her tracks, and grinned at me. "You little minx...you were watching!" she exclaimed. "Well, sort of.." I replied. She looked at me for a minute, then said, "Come upstairs while I change. There's something I think you should know about me." I followed her up the stairs to her sitting room, then waited while she changed into a teddy and robe. After a few minutes, she came out and sat down next to me on the chaise. "You know, I grew up in a house full of boys", she began, "and sometimes I think I'm about half boy myself." "Not from here", I thought, looking at the long, firm legs peeking out from the bottom of her teddy. I didn't express myself, however, and she continued talking. "My brothers went through all of the growing up stuff that you're going through, and I kind of went through some of it with them. I've seen lots of naked boys, and I understand about the strains of male adolescence. To me, a male erection is a beautiful, and a natural thing, whether it's yours, or my brothers, or anyone else's. These strong feelings you have are natural, wonderful things, and I enjoy sharing some of them with you. It's kind of a privilege to share something so private with someone else. I think you're beautiful, and I think your strong, young body is beautiful. I like to look at it, and I feel privileged that you've shared some of your feelings, physical and emotional, with me. Girls go through something very similar, and for all of us it's a wonderful, frightening, awesome, once in a lifetime experience. I don't have many sexual hangups, as you can probably tell. In fact, I only have two. I don't like to give or receive pain, and I think you should only have sex with your husband." The last remark startled me, and she could tell from my body language. "Look, I didn't have sex in the car just now, and I didn't have it with you, or with my brothers either, although I have shared orgasms with all of you. Sex is about making babies, and none of us were doing that with each other. If I share a little of your coming of age with you, that's not sex. What happened in the car just now wasn't sex either, it was an act of kindness, of appreciation, even of intimacy friend to friend. But I promise you I'm a virgin, and I will be one on my marriage bed.." I looked at her skeptically, and said, "How can you be so promiscuous and still be a virgin? Someday somebody's gonna jump you for sure. You offer too many opportunities." "It isn't easy, I'll admit. I've had plenty of close calls, but I know something about boys that most girls never learn until it's too late." "What's the big secret?", I asked curiously. "Well, I learned that the best way to keep a boiler from exploding is to let off the steam. When it gets intense, if I can get the hose to squirt the pressure's off." I looked at her in astonishment. "Don't look so surprised", she grinned. "But don't some guys just want to get inside you?", I asked. "Sure", she replied, "and there are some guys I really wan to get inside me. But since I have several "entrances", so to speak, and there is only one I need to protect, the answer is obvious." "Not so obvious", I replied. "Look, the session in the car made me really hot", she said. "And one of the guys I'd like inside is you." I blushed, and felt my cock stiffening. "Why don't we share another experience right now? I promise you'll enjoy it, and I'll do all the work." "Okay..." I replied. With that she rose from the chaise and retreated to the bathroom, returning a moment later with something in her hand. She pushed me back on the chaise, and quickly pulled my shorts off. In a moment I felt her hand on my erect cock, and a moment later her warm mouth. After a minute she looked up and said "This fella doesn't need much encouragement..." Looking down I realized that she had expertly sheathed my cock in a rubber without my even feeling it. "But I thought..."I mumbled.. "Shhh" she said, as she climbed up and straddled me. She gripped my rock hard shaft with her right hand , guided me into the tight crack of her slim little ass, and grunted a little as it began to slide into her anus. "Wow, that's a big one." she whispered, as she ever so slowly began to lower herself onto my shaft. After penetrating an inch or so, she began to move slowly up and down, only a little at first, but gradually taking a little more with each downward movement. When I was mostly inserted into her tight asshole, she lowered herself down until her taught nipples grazed my chest. She had a prominent little clit, and I could feel it abrading gently against the hair in my crotch. Her face was screwed up in intense concentration as she moved gently along my shaft. Her asshole was incredibly tight, and the sensation was indescribably delicious. Her movements continued slow and deliberate, and I didn't thrust upward for fear of hurting her. I just let her do the work, and enjoyed the feeling. Gradually her movements became more centered on area where her clit rubbed against my pubic hair, and she rested her chest on mine to allow her to move her hand down to her crotch. As her head rested on my chest, I could feel the movement of her body on mine, and smell the lovely scent of her hair. It was as erotic an experience as I've ever had, or ever was to have. As she rubbed her clit, her movement became slightly more sinuous and intense, and I could feel her hot breath on my chest become more rapid. After a minute or so she whispered "I'm going to cum.....ohhh yes, ohhh yes...ohhh yes" for what seemed an eternity. As she whispered in ecstasy, her body shivered over and over, and her sphincter tightened spasmodically around my cock until it became uncomfortable. I bit my lip to keep from crying out and interrupting her orgasm, and gradually her sphincter loosened and she relaxed her body against mine. We lay together, soaked in sweat and locked together in intimacy. My cock stayed hard, buried deep in her ass, and soon I could feel her move again gently up and down its length. As she moved she whispered to me softly, "See, you're inside me, deep inside me, and I love it, I want you to stay inside me forever, I love you so much, you're so beautiful. I love your hard young cock. I want to feel it explode inside me. Oh, make it come..." As she spoke, and moved gently I felt my orgasm welling up from somewhere deep inside, moving inexorably toward the tip of my cock, as if she had reached inside me and was pulling it out. My cock pulsed helplessly in the strong, firm grip of her ass. I poured myself into her, one hot pulse after another until I was completely drained. We lay, locked together, bathed in sweat, as my cock went limp and slowly was expelled from her asshole. We fell asleep in each other's arms until the first rays of dawn peeked into her sitting room window. Chapter 6 Aunties Tale (To be continued) -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! www.mrdouble.com Be There.....