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Subject: {ASSM} Aunt Betsy, my very first
Date: Mon,  4 Feb 2002 18:10:06 -0500
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Friends,
    I enjoying reading the letters about taboo and forbidden sex; however, 
many of them may be too obsessive, too garish and much too harsh on women. 
Therefore I would like to contribute a story that dwells on the pleasure of 
sex. Hope this pleases everybody:

Aunt Betsy, my very first. 

I managed to reach high school graduation without experiencing sex. 
Masturbation, however, was another thing. I found magazines, movies and 
voyeurism to provide pleasure in some private place as I jacked off. I had 
imagination, which worked overtime.Miss Hall, 9th Grade Literature, Mrs. 
Fallon, the church organist and Mrs. Baker the Crossing Guard were fucked 
over and over in my fantasies. I thought nothing could be more pleasurable 
than jacking off. Later I was to be proven wrong.

As graduation got closer, Mom decided I would attend college in the city 50 
miles away. Her sister, Aunt Betsy who lives there called mama and suggested 
that since I was coming to town anyway, I could live in here basement and pay 
rent. That would provide her needed income and cost me less than the dorm. 
Mom didn't like that at all and said she did not trust Betsy. When I asked 
why, she just frowned and walked away muttering, "You do what you will." I 
liked Aunt Betsy but hadn't seen her in 10 yrs.

The first week after graduation I was on a bus headed for the city. Aunt 
Betsy had gotten me a summer job. When I arrived I got off the bus and looked 
for the city bus to my aunt's house. But I heard a car horn from the parking 
lot. It was Betsy smiling and waving to me. I got my bag and headed for the 
car, wondering why she was there. As I got into the car I saw that she had on 
a par of the shortest shorts in the known universe. She wore high heel 
sandals and a white silk blouse, almost trans-
parent, with 3 buttons open from the top. Her skin was tanned, her eyes were 
flash-
ing and her smile warmed my heart. As I got in the front seat she kissed me 
full on the lips, push my face back and looked into my eyes and said, "My 
God, you have become a man, Gary." With that she kissed me another long, wet 
smack. Her moist hot breath was in my mouth and my cock leaped to full staff. 
We drove to her house and she chatted gaily which convinced me she was happy 
to have me. And I was glad to see her. Never had I actually seen short shorts 
nor been kissed on the lips by an adult woman.

    We drove into the garage and the automatic door closed. As we got out of 
the car and as I got my luggage I got a full-length look at Betsy. Her breast 
is probably 38D. Her waist is tiny, and her ass, oh that glorious ass, flared 
out to grand proportions, which was to me a sensuous invitation to fuck. The 
shorts fit skintight and about 2 inches of each buttock showed. I couldn't 
have fancied a more gorgeous, attractive, seductive body than the one I gazed 
at right now. As I was drowning in the sight I looked up to see her with a 
cocked eyebrow and a small frown beckoning me inside. As she walked to the 
door she exaggerated the movement of her ass and looked over her shoulder and 
said in a challenging voice, "What could be looking at, young stud?" Then she 
laughed and winked at me, as my face burned.
    Once inside she turned to me and again took my face in both hands and 
said, "I can't tell you, Gary, how much it will mean to me for you to be 
here. With no man in the house and you, why you are so grown up, I feel much 
better. By the way, let's not say anything to your Mom that I met you at the 
bus." As she was pulling me into a hug she glanced down at the outline of my 
crotch, which was bulging to the point of embarrassment. As we hugged our 
bodies were touching straight on. An audible sigh and groan came from her 
lips. She trembled and whispered, "Oh Gary, you are such a wonderful young 
man. You are so handsome and strong. Oh Gary, Oh Gary, Oh Gary." She broke 
the hug, reluctantly it seemed, and hurried into the kitchen to start supper. 
I sat on a high kitchen stool and tried to talk lightly and keep my cock 
covered. And I wondered how I was going to change Mom's plan for me to live 
in a dorm.

My cock was not at full mast. As Betsy worked in the kitchen her movement was 
very provocative. Each step seemed like a rumba step. Her ass swayed and 
occasionally in rhythm to the radio should would absently mindedly bump and 
grind her ass. As I watched her ass, thighs and tits once she caught me 
looking. She winked, formed a kiss on her lips and mouthed the words "thank 
you." I was going crazy.

We had a nice meal with wine which calmed me. After eating we went into the 
den and sat on a comfortable leather couch, which was low pitched. We were 
almost lying down. Betsy would talk about this and that and absently-minded 
put her hand on my upper thigh and squeeze to make a point in conversation as 
well as rub my thigh up and down. Once she almost touch my hard-on.

She turned to me and said, "Let's see, tomorrow is your 18th birthday. What 
would you like as a present?" My cock grew another half inch. I took a deep 
breath and said, "What I really want from you is a big birthday kiss and 
since we haven't kissed very much we could practice tonight." She laughed and 
slapped my arm, "Yeah; I'll give you practice."

I grabbed her and pushed my lips into hers and tried to hold her in my arms. 
As my lips crushed hers, she struggled and between smooches said, "Oh Gary. 
No Gary, ummmmm, ohhhhh don't, baby. No Gary please." And then with a shudder 
her voice became warm and throaty, "Oh God, Oh Gary." She pushed me away 
saying, "Gary we shouldn't, you know. Oh God, I have been mistreated by men 
my own age and you are so young and sweet, I just don't know. Man, I was 
steamed up. I grabbed her firmly this time, despite her objections and as I 
kissed those full luscious lips I ran my tongue into her hot mouth. One hand 
now had that fabulous ass firmly and the other was full of tit. At first she 
was still and did not resist. Then she started to push. "Oh Gary, please 
stop. Please stop now. Oh Jesus, you're just too horny. Damn I can't think 
clearly. With each word she sounded less persuading but backed away to the 
hall door. With a catch in her voice she uttered, You get ready for bed. I've 
got to clean the kitchen and I've got to clear my head." She turned and went 
into the kitchen.

Damn. Have I fucked up? Have I ready too much into Betsy's warm touching and 
welcome? I sat there for a moment, then got up and looked through the blinds 
into the back yard for a few minutes. I heard her voice low and sultry. 
"Gary, baby. I'm going into the bathroom for a quick shower. When I come out 
I'll give you your birthday present."

She disappeared into a small bathroom attached to the den. The blood in my 
face, my thighs and my cock were boiling. I could scarcely breathe. Wow. 
Something's going to happen. I couldn't sit still. I got up and down and 
paced. In a few minutes the door opened. Some steam preceded Betsy out of the 
bath. As she appeared I saw "a dream walking." She was covered in a gown of 
ultra-thin, white silk. Under-
neath, her body was moist and everything she had, every curve, every pussy 
hair, each nipple, both buttocks, oh God that ass, all showed through he 
clinging white silk. Her hair was piled on her head, her eyes were full of 
dark passion and she had put crimson lip stick on and was licking her lips 
furiously and rubbing both hands up and down her thighs and into her crotch. 

She walked toward the leather couch, each curve swaying and undulating. While 
the silk covered everything, it revealed everything. Her buttocks rose and 
fell with each step. Her tits swayed gently from side to side. The seductive 
gait was so slow and deliberate that only one conclusion was left to imagine 
-- "Let us now fuck." In front of the couch she peeled off the silk robe and 
turned to face me. I had seen some very good nude pictures in magazines 
before. But here in the real flesh, white and pink, curve after curvy, a 
neatly trimmed pussy, a passionate smile and wicked invitations with her 
eyes, tongue and lips.

"Come here," she demanded, and with that sat down on the low couch, leaned 
back on her elbows, pulled up her feet, spread her knees as far as possible. 
She then smiled wickedly at me between those full thighs of flesh and 
pleasure. Her pussy and the lips of her cunt reminded me of the petals of one 
of Mama's Isis plants. I was about ready to pole vault into that hot moist 
pool and fuck her but she held up a hand. "One condition of your gift is that 
you give me one too." Yea. Sure. What do you want?"

She continued, "Take off your clothes and kneel right there, and pointed to a 
spot right in front of her spread pussy. I knelt as she directed. "Now baby, 
you probably have never tongue fucked a pussy before, but I want your tongue 
now. She this little know. That's my clit. Here, lick and suck on it." I 
didn't need more instructions. I had read about pussy eating and wondered 
about it. I put my tongue on her clit and awkwardly licked and sucked. With 
that Betsy came alive. She took my head in her hands and massaged my hair and 
started a low groaning, purring sound. "Gary, you learn fast. Oh yes, 
darling, lick me, lick me - now such on it and lick it. Oh God, Oh Jesus." 
Her legs were around my neck, her hands were rubbing and patting my hair and 
I could see her belly starting to heave and jerk. "Gary, it's getting so 
good, Damn, you're good. No teen aged girl could teach you that. Oh honey, 
I'm going to come, please don't stop, don't stop. Oh please, oh 
Garyyyyyyyyyyy, Oh God Gary, I'm coming. It's been so long. On tongue fuck me 
you wonderful little man. Ahhhhhh, Ohhhhhh." I could see her nails digging 
into the couch as she vent her come and then gradually her hands and legs 
relaxed from around my neck.

She was limp but I was hard. This isn't the end is it? After fluttering her 
eyes a bit she opened them and said, "Oh you sweet baby, now I'm gonna give 
your yours, I'm gonna fuck you brains out. Come here." She took me by the 
cock and held it like she would a trophy. At age 18, my cock was probably 
larger than average and according to Betsy everything about it was perfect. 
The head was broad and flared out like a giant toadstool. The veins were big 
and blue and carried sufficient blood to fill it to capacity. She dropped my 
cock and took me by the shoulders and began kissing me and sucking my nose, 
my lips, my ears and in my ears said, God Damn, Gary, stick that gorgeous rod 
in and start the engine. Fuck me you handsome young fucker. Fuck me. Fuck 
me." As she pulled me toward, things just naturally fell into place. My cock 
was full up. It landed straight in. In a flash her legs went around my ass 
and as she thrust her hips upward toward me I could feel the power of any 
18-year old cock and a 34-year-old experienced pussy meeting in ecstasy. Her 
thighs were strong and pushed up as I pushed down. Our hands were all over 
each other. 

Again into my ear she said, "Gary I love you. Oh Gary, you are so big and 
hard and wonderful Oh Gary, Oh Gary, Oh Gary." And when I though it couldn't 
get hotter, I started to feel my nuts starting to blow, as she said, "Oh, Oh, 
Oh, Ohhhhhhhhh, yessssssssss, I'm coming, I'm coming. Oh God Oh God." After 
that we both blew our wads. Pussy juice was everywhere and das I shot the 
last squirt of come Betsy said, "It feels good to have your come in my cunt 
baby. Oh you really fucked your Auntie Betsy. Oh I love you, Gary. I love 
you."

It took a full 10 minutes before either of us could stir. Betsy said, "Gary, 
I know I could fuck you every day. But your Mom would stop our affair in a 
minute if she knew. Don't ever tell her you are here with me. You can keep 
the apartment downstairs and no one need know.: I agreed but my head was 
whirling and I wondered what lay ahead.

(Part II is forthcoming.)

Sincerely, Ken

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