Message-ID: <6337eli$9712121557@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: someone@somewhere.com Subject: Aunt Carol (first three parts) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <348f947e.2389292@news.mitec.net> I did not write this I am just posting it. I have no claim on it. Aunt Carol by Christopher Allan Peters **This story is affectionately dedicated to Miss Juliette Anderson and director Henry Paris, two pioneers, never to be forgotten. ****** 'Understanding women' is an oxymoron. You never really understand them. If you're lucky you survive them. Take exhibitionism for example. Why do some women, maybe even a co-worker or the wife of a neighbor, get pleasure from flashing hapless shoe salesmen or "surprising" pizza delivery boys wrapped in just a towel? Power? Danger? What possesses some women to perform sex in front of others or even before a camera? What is the drive that causes them to cast all caution and modesty to the wind and actually do it? The part that excites me even now, after all that I discovered that first summer, is what is going through their beautiful minds as they are showing themselves? Maybe my fiance, Alicia, had it right when she told me, "Guys are, like, so serious and heavy about sex. With girls, its different, not such a big deal. Its just like going to the bathroom with us." I'm not saying I understand every woman. But after that summer there were a few that I thought I knew pretty well. The bad part, the really bad part that still freaks me even today, is the price of my education. It's true. You can pick your friends, or even your lovers, but you can't pick your family. ******* I put down my suitcase and pressed the doorbell which chimed inside the large house. I had not seen my aunt and uncle for nearly five years and I still wasn't sure we would get along for the year or so I would be attending college and renting a room from them. This summer was going to be sort of a trial. School wasn't starting for another two months. Aunt Carol was my Mom's younger sister and had been something of a black sheep in our family. Mom had kept contact even if others didn't. She was a bit wild and had married Uncle Jerry who was the quintessential loud-mouthed salesman type. Mom never told me all the details but she said their wedding was pretty wild, especially some of Uncle Jerry's friends who were more party people than my Mom's side of the family could handle. I tried to press her on it but she told me I had better ask Aunt Carol about it herself someday. She was always a more stylish dresser but there was definitely a family resemblance when Mom took off her glasses. I had visited with her about five or six times while growing up and I'd never seen her in anything but a dress or skirt and high heels. I used to think she was a Barbie doll when I was little. "Hi Aunt Carol", I smiled. "Chris! Hi! Come on in. I'm so glad to see you.", she blurted reaching over and pulling me against her in a hug and kiss. As she pressed me against her I suddenly was aware that I was flattening her breasts underneath the knit dress she had on and that she was not wearing a bra. I felt a twitch in my crotch that wasn't at all innocent embarrassment. "Chris, my boy, come on in and get settled.", Uncle Jerry boomed as he grabbed the suitcase out of my hand. He had gotten balder in the years since I'd last seen him and developed a bit more of a paunch but he was as overbearing as ever as he showed me around their very spacious two-story house. With no children of their own it was no problem for them to board me in one of the five bedrooms. As he talked I kept looking over at Aunt Carol and noticed how really gorgeous she was even if she was twenty years older than I was. I had never been especially attracted to "older" women but this felt really strange and dangerous for some reason. Some of it must have been the way she smiled at me when our eyes met as if she had some secret she was dying to tell me but was holding back. It struck me how much she resembled the actress Stella Stevens from the old Jerry Lewis movie. I also noticed she was not reluctant to gaze at my crotch when she thought I wouldn't notice which was something I'd never have suspected from a my own aunt. Of course, Uncle Jerry was completely oblivious to our little game. At least it seemed that way. After some chit-chat and catching up on family matters I went back upstairs to unpack and get settled into my new room. It was located down the hall and across from the master bedroom and had its own bathroom. I undressed and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Hanging from the shower curtain rod were several pairs of pantyhose, nylon stockings, and a rather plain white elastic garter belt. Apparently Aunt Carol used this bathroom to rinse her "unmentionables" and had forgotten to take them out before I arrived. I reached up and took down a pair of the pantyhose, feeling them in my fingers as my mind imagined her just slipping them off. They were soft, the all nude kind. I held them up to my face briefly but they had been washed and had only a faint detergent scent. My penis began to swell. I draped the pantyhose over the tip and drew them across ever so slightly. I took down the stockings and did the same, letting the silky material irritate the sensitive underside of my penis. Suddenly, a knock came on the bathroom door and I was jolted back to reality. "Chris, I left some things of mine in there. Would you be a dear and hand them out to me?" "Just a moment. I..I." I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me then opened the door. Aunt Carol pushed the door open quickly and walked in. "Sorry to be such a nuisance but I left some rather intimate things in here and I..". She stopped in mid sentence. She could plainly see my erection tenting out the towel but pretended not to notice as I pulled the garter belt off the rod and handed it to her. Our hands touched for a moment and again she smiled. "Jerry forgot to mention that he starts a two week sales trip tomorrow. He'll be up and gone before you get up so you won't be able to say goodbye." She paused just a moment and then in a very suggestive voice added, "Well, I guess that means you'll be the man of the house for a while. Are you too big now to give me a good night kiss?" I leaned over and nervously gave he a mild peck on the lips. Before I could withdraw she had stepped forward and held her mouth to mine much longer than normal decency would allow. I felt a hot surge both in my face and in my crotch that left me somewhat breathless. She finally backed off, turned on her heels, and disappeared down the hall into the master bedroom. The last thing I remember was the slight brushing of her skirt on her thighs as she disappeared through the door. I didn't manage to fall asleep for nearly two hours as I replayed the bathroom scene in my mind. This arrangement was beginning to look rather interesting. ****** It was just after 9:00 when I rolled out of bed, slipped on some oversized shorts, and started down to get some breakfast. As I came out of the room I could here the shower running in the master bathroom and a sudden hot thought rushed through my mind. I wonder if my aunt is now nude in the shower? I looked outside in the driveway and saw that Uncle Jerry's BMW was gone so it could only be Aunt Carol in the house. With my heart pounding at the craziness of it I quietly tiptoed down the hall and stood outside the door listening. I didn't dare try to open it but just stood quietly as my penis swelled again in excitement. I could here her moving in the shower as she washed, trying to imagine what she must look like all nude and wet. I heard the water shut off and nearly stopped breathing as she opened the shower door and dried herself. There was a few more moments of eerie silence and then, a sound similar to an electric razor but much deeper and heavier. I could only be from a large massager or vibrator. The next sound twent through me like an electric current. It was my aunt's voice but in a deep, guttural moan, "Oh..mmmmm.Ohhhhh..Yeaaaah." The moaning was subdued but distinct as my gorgeous aunt masturbated only inches away with a very loud massager. From the location of the sound she must have been sitting on the toilet as she played the rubber head over her labia and clitoris. Her breathing quickened and built to a crescendo finally ending a long, grunting gasp, "Yesss..yess..mmm...aaahhh." I was sweating and my penis was as hard as iron. I tried to visualize the intimate scene I had overheard. Still shaking I walked back down the hall and downstairs to try to regain my composure over some coffee and toast. A bit later I heard my aunt's voice at the top of the stairs. "Chris, would you help me out with something up here?". I tried not to blush when I finally came face to face with her but I must have turned red. "Chris, are you all right? I hope you're not getting sick?" she asked with mock compassion. She was wearing a white and yellow cotton dress with a button front and flared skirt that fell about six inches above her shapely knees. She had on a bit more makeup than usual and her blond hair was loose at her shoulders, held over her ears by two large combs on either side. "I need to go out an do some shopping at the mall and I can't decide which shoes go with this outfit? If you help me out I might let you come with me, ok? Now, which should I wear the yellow pumps or the white strap heels?" Now, I know computers, and swimming and stuff like that but women's shoes? However, as the wise man said 'I may not know art but I know what I like'. The white shoes had a 5 inch heel and a thin T-strap that buckled around her ankle. My penis voted for the white. "The white shoes are nice.", I replied, my voice somewhat strained. "I thought you'd like those. Well, since you like them so much why don't you help me on with them while I get these earrings on?" I kneeled down at her feet facing her shapely calves that shimmered from the sheer stockings she was wearing. I slipped the first shoe around her stockinged foot and as I did I inadvertently pulled her legs apart slightly. >From my position I could make out the welt of her suntan thigh top stockings and the pale expanse of her thigh above but couldn't see beyond before she shifted and brought her legs into a more lady-like posture. I fastened the first buckle on the strap. She must have noticed my fumbling and thought it was cute. "Chris, don't get all nervous. I know you have been seeing several girls at school from what your mom has told me so you aren't a complete idiot around women." Then she got very serious as if she was finally going to let out the secret she had been harboring since I arrived. "You know, dear, education is not just about books and such. Most young guys like you are completely naive about what women are really like. And by the time you figure it all out you're like Jerry, too old or burned out to care. One way or another you need to learn something of the world of women." She looked straight in my eyes with that half smile that made me want to come right there. "If any women is in the mood, no fantasy is beyond her experience and she'll stop at nothing to satisfy it. Not marriage vows or all the taboos of society will prevent her from fulfilling her needs. It's something we must have picked up from Eve, you know, in the Bible." She lifted up my chin in her hand and gave me a long kiss that took my breath away for an instant. Then she laughed and got up. "Now for being such a dear and helping me, I'll give you a treat. But first you have to close your eyes and not open them till I say. Ok?" I stood up still a bit out of breath and faced her as she headed out the bedroom door. Closing my eyes, I concentrated for the moment on the faint fragrance of her expensive cologne and another musty smell that I couldn't yet place. "Ok. Open your eyes." A hot rush surged through my face and crotch almost simultaneously. Standing in the doorway with her back to me, Aunt Carol had gathered the skirt she was wearing in folds and was holding it above her waist. My eyes rose from the white straps of her high heels, up her shiny calves and over the tan welts of her thigh tops now in plain sight. Her firm, smooth bare thighs rose upwards to her absolutely bare buttocks, smooth white melons parted down the middle and with a slight fringe of her blond bush peeking out at the apex of her thighs. She was not wearing any panties or even a thong and the sight of her sudden nakedness almost stopped my heart. With a tiny squeal and a quick flexing of her right knee and calf, she dropped the white drape of her skirt, smoothed it with her hands, and proceeded down the hall to wait for me to get ready. Fifteen heart-pounding minutes later I was dressed and we were headed for the car to drive to the mall. ****** I sat in the passenger seat while Aunt Carol drove the large Mercedes sedan. I was still trying to make sense of it all. It seemed like I had ventured into another world where all the rules I'd ever known were no longer valid. And still I couldn't take my eyes off my aunt as she drove, her dress riding just above the welts of her stockings and all the while that slight grin of expectation. "God, Chris, how much of a hint do you need?" my aunt said breaking the silence. "What do you mean?" I queried in genuine confusion. "You keep staring at my legs but you can't bring yourself to touch me. You must have more willpower than any young guy your age to resist a come-on like this." I reached across and ran my right hand over her knee, slipping it under her hem and stroking the bare flesh above the welt. She took a slight breath. "Much better. That feels nice. Now, how high can you go?" My knuckles just brushed the soft curls of her pubic hair when a car pulled along side and I jerked away, embarrassed that we would be seen. "They can't see in the tinted windows, Chris, so don't worry. I've tried to look in and you can't see a thing." Traffic had picked up by now and we turned into the mall parking lot before I could reach my lofty objective at the top of her thighs. I inconspicuously brought my hand to my face on the chance that I picked up her woman scent in my attempt but it smelled only of hand soap. "Would you get my door for me please?", she asked casually. I went around to her side and pulled the heavy sedan door open. Feighning carelessness, but all the while knowing just what she was doing, Aunt Carol spread her legs apart leaving one leg on the floorboard while stretching the other leg as far out of the car as she could physically manage. The effect was to pull her skirt clear to her waist and give me for the first time in my life a momentary, unobstructed view of my aunt's open, pink womanhood. The flash was painfully short. I blushed at the indecency of it even as I strained for a better view. Her pubic hair was a dusty blonde and seemed trimmed very neatly. The inner lips just peaked out and gaped a bit at the very bottom. In the sunlight it was hard to tell if she was wet but if she was as wet as I was hard she'd be drenched. Then, in a flash, she brought her other leg around and got out, the wayward skirt slipping into place, frustrating me. I now knew that my function on this shopping spree was to serve as the foil for her exhibitionist teasing. I just hoped my penis would not break in half before she was done. She took my arm and we walked into the mall where she explained what she had planned. She showed me the spot where she said I should stand if I wanted to learn something about women. The spot was just next to and below a rather large escalator with a glass side that was moving up. As I stood for several minutes I realized that quite without being obvious I could look almost straight up the dress of any woman riding the escalator over my position. Now, most of the women there were not worth watching but now and then a young, nicely dressed woman would get on and stand right next to the glass giving me a clear view of her pantyhose and panties as she passed overhead. On at least two occasions my eyes met with the woman I was watching. They clearly knew what I was doing but said or did nothing. I watched as my aunt walked to the escalator and got on. She pretended to be unaware, gliding directly over my view. I could only imagine what was going through her mind as she felt my gaze on her bare ass and vagina as she rode past. We walked along a quiet hall. She asked me to hold the bag she was carrying so she could pick up a bill she had "accidentally" dropped on the floor. In one casual motion she drew her skirt up and squatted with her legs spread wide, experiencing the cool feeling as I stared across at her gaping, pink-tinged vagina. After several of these "accidents" she seemed even more agitated and we ended up going into the large department store. She grabbed a dress from the rack that was obviously the wrong size and told me she was going to try it on in the fitting room. I thought it was odd that it took her nearly ten minutes to discover that the dress wouldn't fit. That was until I saw her emerge from the fitting room somewhat shaky and flushed. She had obviously just masturbated in there to relieve her excitement. I asked her point blank, "Did you just go in there an get off? I mean right in the dressing room where anyone could hear you?" She looked at me with a slight smile and said, "Does this answer your question?". She held her right fingers to my face and immediately I inhaled the deep, musky, marine scent of her intimate wetness. I was so hard and ready to come by this point that I was getting the shakes. I couldn't hold back doing something real soon but it appears she had one last tease planned. "I must confess, Chris, that it excites me no end to go out in public in a dress and no panties. I've done it since I was just a teen and it still feels daring and wicked. But there is one drawback that I always run into. I always get so horny and wet that it starts running down my legs and if I sit on my dress, the back gets all wet. I just hate to go around with a big wet spot on my skirt. I need to wipe myself off before getting in the car. I could go into the ladies room but that wouldn't be as fun as having you wipe me off right here." We were standing in a somewhat deserted corridor that led to the parking garage but still it would be risky. "Do you have some tissues or something I could use?", I asked taking the dare. "I'm afraid not. Actually, the only thing I think you could use that you wouldn't mind getting soiled are your own underpants. Why don't you just quickly slip them off and wipe me?" In a bizarre trance I felt myself unbuckling my belt and dropping my baggy shorts. I felt her eyes on me as I slid down my black cotton briefs releasing at long last my rigid erection. She gathered her dress to her waist in a single motion and, stepping beside her, I wiped her wetness from her bare buttocks and the insides of her thighs. We were terrified as we risked discovery to carry out this absurd exhibitionist act. As she dropped her dress, I slipped on my now wet, stained briefs that wreaked of her scent, pulled up my baggies, and followed her to the car. At this point my head was so twisted that nothing she or I did would surprise me. This was my Aunt Carol, my mom's sister, and yet I wanted her sexually more than anything I had ever wanted since discovering girls. My education had only just begun. ****** We pulled out of the garage and started down the street headed back to the house. Aunt Carol turned to me while driving. "I'm really very proud of you, Christopher. You're really being very mature about my little games and all. Some boys your age would not be able to control themselves as well as you have. We weren't really sure how you'd react to my overtures but I think we're going to get along quite well." She reached over with her free hand and rubbed the back of my neck mussing my hair a bit and smiling that small smile, more of just an involuntary parting of her lips as if she couldn't find the will to close them completely. I was slightly puzzled by her use of the pronoun "we". I couldn't imagine Uncle Jerry and she had hatched her little seduction. I mean, what was in it for him taking off on his convenient trip and all. After a short silence she continued. "I hear you have a girlfriend. She's a senior in high school or something. Why don't you tell me about her? Is she pretty? Are you two...serious?" "Yeah. Well her name is Alicia Aronesti and I met her at a swim meet before I graduated. She's a cheerleader and graduates next year. I guess we're 'serious' if it means what I think you think it means." I blushed. We both knew it meant that I had had sex with her which I had, a couple times. Alicia was a year younger than me at 19 with a model's figure. She had long straight blond hair that reached midway down her back. I really liked her because she was fun and not flaky. I really couldn't stand flaky or pushy girls. "Well, do you have a picture of her? I'm really very curious to see what she looks like.", Aunt Carol asked. I took out the school picture I had of her in my wallet. She was sitting very demurely in a dark plaid skirt, knee socks and saddle shoes, white cotton blouse and dark blazer that made up the traditional school uniform. I really liked the picture because I had caught her with her legs a little too far apart. You could see a lot of her thighs but not any higher. I handed it to my aunt whose eyes narrowed as she held it before her. "Oh, Chris. She's really very lovely. I see they're still wearing the same uniforms I had to wear when I went there. I guess nothing changes. Tell me if you know. Does she also wear white cotton panties or does she do like the girls did in my time and wear really sexy panties underneath in protest?" "Well, she usually wears white or pale yellow nylon bikini panties as far as I've noticed. Why?" My aunts eyes sparkled for a moment as if she were remembering some past experience. "You must call her and invite her down as soon as we get back. I'm sure she misses you and you two can have the run of the house when I'm out." "I don't know if her folks would agree to that. They are pretty conservative as far as I can tell. They don't even let me take her out on a week night." "Maybe if I talk to her and her mom we can work it out. Ok? It's worth a try." Her hand was rubbing my thigh very suggestively and I wasn't about to argue with her. Anyway, if she could arrange to get Alicia to come down we could finally have sex without getting jammed in the back of my folks Buick. "First though, since you've been such a delight I want to finish your lesson for today with a special course in 'How to Make Love to a Mature Woman'." ****** It was just after three when we pulled in and Aunt Carol told me I should make myself comfortable in the living room while she changed from her shopping attire. I turned on some tunes on the expensive sound system and occasionally checked my crotch which by now had a very large wet spot on it. I didn't want to run upstairs to change out of my soiled underpants so instead I took off my shorts and briefs, washed off a bit in the powder room sink, and slipped on my baggies without any briefs. It felt really free and wouldn't cramp my erection. A half hour had passed since Aunt Carol had gone upstairs and I was beginning to wonder what she was up to when I heard her coming down the stairs. As she came into view my mouth instantly went dry and my penis stiffened against my thigh. She was wearing a sheer black chiffon and satin peingnoir robe which only served to veil her long, black chiffon and lace nightgown underneath. The nightgown was very low cut, the lacy cups of the bra barely covered where her nipples would begin. It was slit to her waist on both sides revealing her shapely legs clad in dark taupe nylon stockings affixed at their welts with garter straps. The garters stretched from a narrow waist cincher corset that encircled her middle and pushed her pubic triangle and buttocks out making them more prominent. To complete the effect she wore black patent leather strap heels that firmed her ample calves as she walked across the carpet to the sofa where I was sitting. "I hope you like what you see?", she cooed as she slinked down next to me bringing her mouth to mine and crushing me to her in a long pent up embrace that felt like liquid silk. Her subtle cologne wafted in my nose as my hands slid lighter over the peaks of her breasts beneath the chiffon gown. I undid the front of the robe, threw it back and nearly tore the strap of the nightgown as I pulled it down off her shoulder. "Boys like you are always in such a rush to get to the main event. Why don't you just take a breath and enjoy the whole ride?" She lowered the left cup of her nightgown exposing her breast. She had very firm, smooth breasts up to her aereola which was dark rose and about three or four inches across with small knobs encircling her nipple. I held it up to my mouth and began gently licking and teasing it with my tongue as she stroked the back of my head. It took a few moments until I heard her sigh in a long breath. Her passion and arousal soon engulfed all her reason and restraint. She had undone my baggies and I lifted up to slide them off. When she saw I had remove my briefs and my penis was in plain view she chuckled in approval. "I hope you don't plan on coming for a while. I wouldn't want to have you lose interest until we've both had our fun." She touched my penis lightly with her slender, soft fingers, pulling the skin back and forth with deliberateness and gently sliding over the base. "I bet Alicia just starts stroking as hard as her little fingers can bear, doesn't she? Doesn't it feel better when I just caress it down here at first? Hmm...Chris?" She slid down into my lap, her warm breath on my penis as she spoke. "Now the tip. The tip is just sooo sensitive isn't it Chris?" She took her slender index finger and drew it directly across the drooling slit in the tip. The irritation caused me to shudder and my penis to spasm in pleasure. I felt her warm wet lips kiss my knob before encircling it and tonguing the slit to remove the fluid. She avoided any stoking of my shaft, especially the underside which would have caused me to explode in an instant at this point. She stood up and lowered the other nightgown strap letting it billow over her ankles before stepping out of it. Then, driven by her own wantoness and in need of quick satisfaction, she unhooked the garter belt and garters, rolled the sheer nylons to her ankle straps and nearly dragged me up the stairs to the large master bedroom. "I wish I could keep up the game a bit longer,", she said in a husky, strained voice, dropping any further pretenses, "but I'm afraid if I don't get you inside me in the next instant I'll simply come without you. Come over here and fuck me." She was laying on her back, her eyes glistening, with a pink flush on her chest and belly. She had her thighs wide apart and drawn up inviting me to penetrate her vagina, fringed by her dark blond pubic curls. I slipped between her thighs, reaching underneath to caress the cheeks of her soft ass then bringing my cock in contact with the wetness of her inner labia. I looked directly into her eyes, as she did mine. There was no shame or hesitation, only the kind of overpowering need that subsumed any sense of propriety. The fact that she was my mother's sister not to mention a married woman twenty years older and that this should never be happening meant nothing. I was about to penetrate her vagina and share the most intimate human embrace with my own aunt and no power on earth was going to stop us. As my tip parted her lubricated labia and began to spread her open, she received me with a long moan of utter surrender. Her smooth folds drew me in ever higher until I was fully ensheathed, resting against her belly with the upper surface of my shaft rubbing unavoidably on her engorged clitoris. There was only the slight squeaking of the bed accompanying her involuntary moans and cries and muffled gasps of pleasure as we rhythmically rocked back and forth in our carnal embrace. With her mouth next to my ear she whispered almost inaudibly, "Mmmm, yesssss..right there...mmm...ahh,ahhh,Chris..I'm...I'm going to come." A few more thrusts and I felt her buttocks stiffen and her thighs squeeze together. I opened my eyes to look into her face as her mouth gaped open. She emitted a deep, wrenching moan as if her whole body was tightening like a spring. My index finger reached down at the last moment and stroked the side of her throbbing clit in a rapid circular motion that sent her over the top in a spasm of pleasure. She came with a massive cry and shudder. As her thighs continued to quiver under me, an involuntary expression of her deepest passion, all the teasing, all the games, all the feelings I experienced as she had exposed herself converged in one moment. The sensation went from the base of my balls to the soft tip at the end of my penis, now being massaged by her vaginal walls. After a last futile effort to resist the inevitable, I exploded in an intense, convulsive orgasm. It was almost as if I were turning inside out. Spasm after spasm ejaculated what felt like a quart of semen into the inner envelope of her vagina. After collapsing against her for a moment I realized I hadn't even lost my erection. Which was fine with her as I would soon find out. ****** "Mmm...that felt great for starters. You must have been holding back for some time. I could feel every spurt of your come against my cervix. Why don't you get a taste of your own come and I'll show you how much girls are just like boys." I slid down over her belly drawing one of her large, erect nipples into my mouth and fondled the underside as she lay on her back. Then, I lifted one of her thighs and began slowly licking down the inside toward my ultimate destination. Her inner lips glistened with a glaze of mixed outpourings. I held the lips apart with my fingers and bent down to lightly lick the length of her slit. It was musky and a bit salty and metallic. As I tongued the side of her clitoris she moved her hand along her thigh and began playing with her own lips, getting her fingers damp. Then she inserted two fingers up into her vagina, all the while whispering for me to lick her clit faster and faster. She began thrusting her hips up and down against her fingers, stroking from inside with greater and greater urgency. "Don't stop yet...please darling...keep licking until...until I'm..mmm.. ready...yes, there.." After a moment of unexpected silence her breathing accelerated and her whole pelvis tightened. She lifted her buttocks up off the bed, arching up with her legs. "Get...get ready...ohhh yesss...its coming...comming...OHHHHHH!!!!" I backed off to watch her come. She withdrew both her fingers and began massaging just her clit. Her vagina opened to expose the inner membranes and I was hit with a series of wet spurts that came from just inside on my cheek and nose, running into my mouth. It was much thinner than her lubrication but had only a faint taste and definitely was not pee. Her vagina seemed to turn inside out, pumping a thin stream of my semen over the crack of her ass and onto the bed sheet. "Has your sweetheart Alicia ever done anything like that? I told you women were more like men than you ever knew. With a little practice they can even squirt come like a man. Of course, I've been practicing for some time.", she breathed. She drew me up to her face again and softly licked the remnants of her outpouring from my startled face. "Now its time for you to do the same for me. I want to see and taste your come and don't you dare hold back a drop." Then she added, "One more little secret I should let you in on. Most women just love to watch a man come and fantasize about it quite a bit especially when they...arouse themselves. Watching a man's buttocks squeeze together as he reaches his orgasm and the jets of come shoot from his penis is a super turn on for any woman...if she's honest enough to admit it." I straddled her chest with my penis inches from her lips and began to stroke the sensitive underside with my three fingers and thumb. Looking down at her open eyes and slightly parted mouth I began to feel my orgasm rise within me. At the last moment I groaned, "Ohh yeah...its coming...coming...awwwhhhh." I felt my balls convulse and a solid stream of semen shot forth onto her lips. She lurched up to catch the full stream in her mouth. The next several spurts went to the back of her throat and she swallowed every drop she could. "You can't believe how I love to watch your face when you come, Chris. It's so vulnerable and honest." She was already playing with my penis again, getting me hard in anticipation of satisfying her once more. She turned on her tummy, raising up on her knees and offering me a view between her thighs from behind. I moved behind her and she reached back and guided me into her opening. In this position my penis was pushing directly down onto the front of her vagina against the upper wall. She suddenly moaned and shrieked as her orgasm swept over her. I felt the sudden surge of wetness inside that accompanied it which triggered my own gut wrenching orgasm. I was left drained and, blissfully limp, not surprising after three orgasms in less than an half-an- hour. I must have fallen asleep for a while because when I opened my eyes it was completely dark except for the light that came in from the hallway. I was lying on my stomach, aware of the sensation of a hand gently caressing my nude buttocks. "Did I wake you up?", Aunt Carol whispered in the quiet darkness, "I just wanted to stroke your buttocks for a bit. They're so hard like a man's but still smooth, almost like a woman's." I could see she had put on a short nightie without any panties. She had one hand in her lap and was caressing herself as she massaged my backside. The light made the nightie transparent and I could see the contours of her breasts rise and fall beneath the sheer material with her breathing. She came almost silently, then crawled back under the top sheet. I drifted back into peaceful, dreamless sleep. ****** I had completely lost track of time. I awoke and glimpsed the clock on the nightstand with half-open eyes. It was just after 9:30 in the morning. I was nude and alone in the bed which was a mess to say the least. I hadn't heard Aunt Carol get up and I wondered where she might be. I also realized I'd fallen asleep without eating dinner which accounted for the growling in my stomach. I splashed some water on my face and headed downstairs to get some breakfast. As I came into the kitchen I found my aunt on the phone. She was talking to what sounded like one of her real estate clients about an appointment later that day. She was topless and wearing only a pair of black pantyhose with no panties underneath. Her pubic hair was pressed and matted under the thin black seam that ran from below her navel around and up the crack of her ass. Her blond hair was rolled up in four or five very large curlers but she had already put on her makeup. I went over to her and slid one hand between her thighs rubbing her crotch to distraction and tickling her dark nipple with my other index finger. She tried to squirm away so as not to loose her train of thought, fighting back laughter as I fondled her crotch through the taught nylon. I reached down her front and probed her labia with a fast finger before she abruptly hung up. "You horny bastard", she said pretending to be upset with me. "These are very important clients of mine and I've been working to sell this property for four months and you want me to blow it by..by coming on the phone." She laughed at her hyperbole. "Anyway, I just bought these hose and if you run them with your fingernails I'll be super pissed." Breaking into a smile, she stepped over to me, reached between my legs, took my semi-erect penis in her fingers, and squeezed it firmly at the base. She drew her mouth up to mine and gave me a very warm, wet kiss that left a smear of fresh lipstick on my mouth. I held her for a moment while she took a paper towel and wiped it off. "I really wish I could enjoy the whole day with you but this is business and anyway I should be back no later than three or four this afternoon." I sat down with a cup of coffee and put a frozen breakfast in the microwave. She sat down opposite me looking over with a rather wry grin. "I was hoping I'd be here with you when Mrs. Grubmeyer and her cleaning ladies come in this morning but I guess you'll have to get through it yourself". "Cleaning ladies? How many do you need? Any anyway, what do you mean get through it. I mean they're not going to jump me like you did, are they?", I asked laughing at my own absurd joke. As I began to eat my sausage and eggs she told me a bizarre story. "Mrs. Grubmeyer is a very nice older lady in her 50's and a friend for many years with a very "unique" cleaning service. She brings in usually two or three adult women each week who share a certain fantasy or fetish that I don't think you, as a male, would fully understand. She hires women who enjoy and are very excited by doing cleaning chores and housework in a stranger's home while...while undressed..actually quite nude...except of course for their shoes or rubber gloves and such." I swallowed the coffee that had been propelled up my nasal cavity at her revelation and remarked, "You're kidding?" "You might be surprised at what many women find erotic. Lots of women like to spice up boring housework by cleaning or vacuuming in the nude, some while their lover watches. These ladies just like doing it in strange places and getting paid something for it as well. I've already told Mrs. Grubmeyer you'd be here and she was delighted. I makes it even more exciting for her helpers to know they are being watched as long as you follow the rules and don't...lose control. I want you to save yourself for me when I get back so no touching..not them and not...yourself. Ok? You can talk to them if you wish but they probably prefer you just act invisible. If this is too silly for you, you can just go out until they're done and I get back but...they'll be disappointed." I imagined it might be kind of exciting to sit and watch a houseful of young, horny lovelies prance about nude for me while dusting and washing, kind of like a French maid fantasy or something. "Ok, I'll stick around I guess. I've got to get cleaned up myself first though and I wanted to do some laps in the pool to get ready for swim team. When are they coming?" "In about and hour so we both better get a move on. Oh...and thanks again for being so mature. You'll have fun...but remember the rules." She gave me another kiss and I followed her up the stairs as she finished getting dressed. She unrolled and brushed out her shoulder length hair then took a light gray tweed skirt and jacket out of her closet and laid it on the bed. She slipped on a lacy white bra commenting that ordinarily she wouldn't bother with a bra but she wanted to keep things businesslike. She stepped into the skirt and pulled it up zipping it in back. It was a bit short and tight but really showed off her legs after stepping into her black high heels. I helped her with her expensive gold link necklace while she inserted in her gold hoop earrings. She slipped on a very light silk blouse that buttoned just below the top of her bra letting the tiniest bit of lace show. Finally, she tucked in her blouse, put on the jacket, smoothed her skirt in the mirror one last time, and blew me a kiss as she disappeared down the stairs. I heard her car leave as I turned on the shower and stepped in. I left it on the cold side to try to bring me back to reality. to read the rest go to http://members.tripod.com/~canyouseeme/index.htm -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |