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Fantasies with Aunt Martha Chapter One by Thor4U
Today was a "rest" day. As I floated through the last mile of my 5-mile
run, everything was loose and easy. I was training for another marathon,
running every day. Some days I would run 20-22 miles, but not today. You
have to take rest days to let your body rebuild and strengthen. As I
easily glided into my apartment parking lot I was sweating profusely in the
90 degree Atlanta heat. But I was invigorated not tired at all. The brisk
morning run affected me like a cup of coffee probably affects you.
As I entered my apartment, the phone was ringing. I answered it and
heard Aunt Martha's urgent plea:
"Oh Randy, thank God you're home! Come quick! Roger has fallen and I
can't get him up! Please, Randy!
"OK, Martha. Be right there."
I bolted out the door without locking it and began running toward Aunt
Martha's house. I ran because it was only about a half-mile run through
the city park, but more than three miles by car. I knew I could run there
much quicker than I could drive. But this was no easy run now. This was
an emergency. I brought my pace up to about a 5:20 mile and leveled off.
Good thing I was already completely warmed up! I would be there in under
three minutes.
As I ran, I thought of poor Aunt Martha. She was not only my aunt, she
was also my Mother's next door neighbor and best friend for many years.
Dad died two years ago and Mom moved back to St. Louis to be near her
elderly parents. I stayed here in Atlanta because I had a thriving law
practice, loved my hometown, and had my own life to live. Because we were
all so close when I was growing up, Martha had always been my favorite
aunt.
Martha and Uncle Roger (my Father's brother) still lived in the condo
next to Mom's old place, where they had lived for about 20 years. Roger
was in his mid- 70's, and had recently had a stroke. Martha was
considerably younger. Martha won't give her age, but I think she's about
60. She looks younger than that. She is actually quite a nice looking
woman, and when she's dressed up, could pass for a forty-something. As a
matter of fact, when I went to dinner with she and Roger several months
ago, one of my associates from work mistook her for my date.
Anyway, about as quickly as the high school grads among you read the
last two paragraphs, I raced up to Aunt Martha's door. Martha met me with
tears in her eyes. She was sobbing, but at least she had the presence of
mind to call 9-1-1 after she called me. I could hear the EMS sirens in the
distance.
I rushed into the master bedroom and found Roger on the floor. He was
conscious and alert, but he was in much worse shape than when I saw him
last week. He had kind of a silly, puzzled grin on his face, like he was
surprised by something and didn't quite know what to make of his
predicament. He was drooling from one side of his mouth, which was
drooping noticeably. He tried to speak, but was unable to do so. He was
trying to tell me he was OK, but he wasn't. I was pretty sure he had
suffered another stroke. I gently lifted Roger to a chair with Martha's
help.
Roger and Martha had apparently just been getting up when he fell,
because both had night clothes on. Roger wore only a pajama top, and
Martha had on only a light pink nylon nightgown. Martha's lovely, full
breasts were plainly visible through the nightgown, as was the dark patch
of hair between her legs. Even in this emergency situation, I couldn't
help looking.
Once we got Roger sitting up, Martha noticed me checking her out. She
had a faint smile on her lips. She didn't do anything for maybe a minute,
but as the sirens came closer, she said, "Well, I guess I'd better get
decent before the Rescue Squad gets here." She went into the bathroom and
quickly threw on jeans, a loose sweatshirt, and a pair of sandals for the
trip to the hospital.
The Rescue Squad arrived very quickly and swung into action. They made
sure Roger was stable and then began to load him in their ambulance for the
trip to the hospital. Seeing Martha's condition, the Rescue leader
suggested that I drive Martha to the hospital, so I did.
At the hospital, Roger was examined and admitted. He was not in a life-
threatening situation, but it did appear that he had suffered another
stroke. There would be many more tests over the next several weeks, and
then a lot of rehab. It was much too soon to tell how bad it was.
After about four hours at the hospital, Martha insisted on taking me
home. I still had on only my running shorts and shoes; I had not taken
time to grab any clothes in the emergency situation. I promised Martha I
would put on some clothes and come right back to the hospital.
On the ride home, we decided that Martha would wait for me and drive me
back to the hospital. They had no relatives locally, and Martha didn't
want to be alone, so I decided to stay with her as long as she stayed. If
she decided to spend the night, I could always take a cab home.
At my apartment, Martha sat down while I made us a cup of coffee.
Everything at the hospital was hectic and uncomfortable, so it was good to
relax for a few minutes. Martha was drained and scared.
After a few sips of the coffee, Martha asked, "Randy, would you do
something for me?"
"Sure, Aunt Martha, what?"
"Randy, would you just hold me for a few minutes? I'm so scared I'm
shaking."
"Of course," I said, not thinking anything of it. I always hugged and
kissed Martha hello and goodbye whenever we met, so the request was
perfectly normal.
I walked over to Martha and took her in my arms, and when I did, the
tears started coming for real. She had been too scared to really let it
out earlier, but now she was safe. Martha began sobbing softly in my arms.
I stroked her hair gently and tried to tell her everything would be all
right.
"Thank you, Randy. I love you so much." She meant it.
"I love you too, Martha. I'll always be here for you."
As Martha calmed down, she gave no indication of wanting to end the
embrace. She rested her head on my shoulder as we stood motionless, and
her breathing settled into a normal, soft rhythm. Now that the tears had
subsided, I noticed how good she felt nestled in my arms. She was soft and
warm. She didn't have time to put on a bra earlier, and I could feel the
softness of her large breasts under the sweatshirt. It was a wonderful
feeling.
"Ummm....you feel sooooo good, Randy," Martha sighed.
"So do you, Martha," I replied. This did feel fantastic, but there was
a problem. Unfortunately, I still just had on my thin nylon running
shorts, and the feel of Martha's body next to mine was beginning to have an
effect. I felt swelling that told me that if I didn't get out of this
situation quick, I would soon be sporting an eight and a half inch hardon!
Martha was beginning to have the same feelings. I guess all the
excitement, the relief that Roger was stable for now, gratitude for me
responding so quickly, the warmth and friendship, all of that built quickly
in both of us. Martha expressed it first.
"Oh-oh. This is starting to feel TOO good!"
"Yeah, it really is," I replied. But neither of us moved away from the
other.
"If I don't let you go now, Randy, I may not ever let you go."
"Umm. I know what you mean. I'd better get showered and dressed, and
we need to get back to the hospital." Reluctantly, I released Martha and
stepped back from her. As I did, I was aware that my big cock had a mind
of his own, and he was starting to get hard.
Martha must have sensed my arousal, because her eyes went right to my
crotch as soon as we separated. "Oh my, Randy...look at you!"
My cock was about half hard, and the outline of the shaft was clearly
visible under the flimsy nylon shorts.
"Uhhh. Sorry. Sometimes I just can't control that."
"There's nothing to be sorry for; it's very nice. What were you
thinking about that made you get like that?"
"To be honest, I was thinking about how good you felt. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I'm very flattered that such a handsome young man
would find me attractive! That really makes me feel special, Randy."
"Well, I'm still sorry. This is embarrassing. I guess I forgot who we
were for a minute." Now my dick was growing harder and more visible. I was
desperately looking for an opportunity to exit stage right.
"Who we were? You're Randy. An absolutely beautiful 31 year-old man,
who I have known and loved since he was a child. And I may be
50-something, but apparently I am still desirable enough to make you hard.
At least at this moment, I am...although I can't imagine why I'm a wreck!
What is embarrassing about that?"
"Well, it's just...I don't know. We're family. I've always thought you
were beautiful...I've fantasized about you since I was a kid. But it feels
weird."
"Well, I think it feels great. Since Roger and I stopped having sex
several years ago, I have fantasized about you often. And seeing that I
can arouse you is the sexiest thing I've experienced in years! But your
penis IS beginning to get very big, young man, so you better go shower and
change before I rip those running shorts off you!"
"Well, this is not really big...but I think you are right. I'd better
get going."
"That's not big?!? My God, Randy...how big are you? It looks a lot
bigger than anyone's I've ever seen!" My cock was probably seven inches or
so now.
"Well, I'm not completely hard yet, so it gets somewhat bigger than
this," I replied.
As I said that, I thought this was a very weird conversation to be
having with my favorite aunt. But she was also the woman who had been my
jack-off fantasy since I was about 13.
"Randy..." Martha paused for a few seconds, apparently trying to get her
nerve up. "Randy...show me how big he gets! Please?"
"No, Martha. I need to get in the shower."
"But I can't really see it; I can only see the shape. I've never seen a
dick that big, Randy. Really. Let me see it...just once. Pleeeeeeeze???"
Martha was speaking in a teasing voice, but she was only half joking. She
really did want to see my cock.
"Nope. I'm outta here." I darted to the shower, gathering up shorts,
jeans and a shirt along the way.
************* I showered quickly, grabbed the towel and began to dry my
hair as I pulled back the shower door and stepped out. I had the towel
over my head and face when I heard Martha speak.
"Oh my, my...you really are a sight, Randy Johnson!" Martha was standing
in the door of the bathroom staring at my cock, which had returned to its
normal flaccid state, but was now beginning to stir again.
"Martha!!!"
"Well, you wouldn't show me, so I had to sneak. And besides, you
certainly got a good, long look at me earlier."
"That was an accident...an emergency!"
"Yes, it was an emergency, but it was no accident that I let you stare
at me so long. I did that on purpose."
"Why?" I asked, as I covered up my now-rising cock.
"Because you were interested. You were looking. You were appreciating.
I liked that, and it turned me on to see that you liked what you saw. I
would have stood there in front of you all day if the Rescue Squad hadn't
arrived. That was a big turnon for me.
"And don't try to tell me you don't get excited when I look at you!" she
continued. "I can see that it does. You're getting hard again already,
aren't you Randy."
"Yes, I am. But this is pointless. What do we do? I look at you. You
look at me. You get aroused. I get aroused. Then what? We're not going
to do anything about it."
"Oh...don't be so sure, Randy. What makes you think we won't do
anything? Do you think I'm a tease? What do you call them...a
prick-teaser?" "No. I don't think you're a tease. Just the situation.
Roger...you...me...all that. You're not interested...not really."
"Interested in what, Randy? And why do you think I'm not interested? I
haven't had sex with a man in over three years, Randy! I masturbate every
night! And do you know who I'm thinking about when I masturbate, Randy?
YOU! I am VERY interested, Randy! If you don't think I'm interested, you
try me!"
And then suddenly, my beautiful fifty-something Aunt Martha stepped
forward, pulled the towel out of my hand, and gently took my stiffening
dick in her hand.
"What do you want me to do with this beautiful cock of yours? She
asked. "I'll do anything you want."
"Uhhh...that feels good" I mumbled incoherently. I was speechless.
It's not like a lawyer to be incoherent or speechless, but I was for once.
Martha slowly began to stroke my cock as we stood in the bathroom. As
it rose to its full 8 and a half inch stature, Martha whispered, "Oh Randy,
this is a dream come true. I have dreamed of this and fantasized about
this for soooo long. I want to make you feel wonderful."
"You're off to a great start so far," I tried to joke, but I wasn't
thinking clearly enough to form complete sentences. And it was feeling too
good to joke about anyway, so I reached forward to feel Martha's big
breasts under her sweatshirt.
Martha stopped stroking my cock and removed her sweatshirt. She removed
it slowly...it was a striptease. "It would be hard for you to suck my tits
through the sweatshirt and I really want you to suck my tits, Randy."
Then she led me to the bed and motioned for me to lie down on the bed,
which I did eagerly. She stood by the edge of the bed and slowly, slowly
removed her jeans. With the soft light coming through the window drapes
silhouetting her body, she was beautiful. Martha had a little middle-aged
spread on her, but she still had a beautiful figure. She had very large,
full tits, probably 38DD. Her waist narrowed and then widened to broad,
perfectly-rounded hips, and her stomach was fairly flat. Not fat, not
athletic, but full-figured like some ancient Aphrodite. She was more
beautiful than any of my fantasies.
Martha lowered first one side of her panties, then the other. An inch
at a time on each side, until her sweet vagina was clearly visible. I was
pleasantly surprised to see that she kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed in
a bikini cut.
As she stood there in the dim filtered sunlight, she delicately stroked
her pubic hair with her fingers. As she did that, she began to sway her
hips gently. Soon, I noticed a finger sneaking in to caress her clitoris.
Martha's breathing got heavy, and she began to repeat my name in between
her sighs.
Martha let her panties drop to the floor, but continued to caress her
clitoris with one hand, and massage her beautiful breasts with the other. I
adjusted my position in bed to get a better look at this fantastic sight.
Martha showed no sign of stopping. My cock was throbbing.
Now Martha was moaning loud. She was rubbing her clit eagerly, still
calling my name. "Ahhh, make me cum, Randy...make me cum, Sweetness (my
childhood nickname)!"
She was really into it now, gyrating her hips, bucking, panting. Then
she moved her hand from her big tits to her dripping cunt, and plunged it
inside. She removed her fingers and sucked the pussy juice from them
seductively, saying, "Oh, Randy, Randy...taste me...taste my pussy!"
I wanted to throw her on the bed, gobble her pussy, and then fuck her
brains out, but her show was obviously not over. Somehow, I knew she would
signal me when she wanted me to join in.
"Uh! Uh!! Uh!!!" Martha began moaning again as she returned both hands
to her slick pussy. She was really working her clit now, almost ready.
Then she dipped her index finger in her vaginal juices, reached around
behind her and carefully inserted her finger in her throbbing asshole.
As she did that, Martha turned her back to me, so I could see what she
was doing, and moaned, "Ahhh fuck Randy! That's it! In my ass, Randy.
Fuck my ass, Sweetness!" I started to jump up and jam my raging cock in her
ass, but she turned to face me again. Still with her finger in her ass,
she stroked her clit rhythmically now a little slower than before, but with
more pressure.
Then she cooed, "Oooooooooo. Ooooooooo, Sweetness!!
Cummmmmmmmiiinnnnnnngggg ...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yesssssssssssssss!!!!!
Ohhhhhhhh. My sweet "Aunt" Martha came so hard her entire voluptuous body
shook. She shook and shook and shook, still stroking her vagina gently, as
a beautiful smile swept over her face.
Then Martha climbed in the bed and straddled me as I lay on my back.
Saying she had been dreaming about this moment for years, she carefully
lowered her swollen pussy onto the shaft of my throbbing cock. She rocked
back and forth for a couple of seconds, as I sucked her ponderous tits
eagerly. But Martha quickly realized that I was about to explode. Urging
me to cum, she began riding and pumping frantically. In a matter of
seconds, we came together. I had a huge explosion, and she had a major
climax as well.
"I wanted to take our time, but at that moment, you just needed a quick,
hard fuck, so that's what I gave you. We'll go slower next time," Martha
promised.
************* Fantasies with Aunt Martha Chapter Two by Thor4U
"Whoa! That was really something. I can't believe you masturbated for
me! Actually...I can't believe any of this!" I said when I finally got my
breath back.
"I've been fantasizing about that for years. I wanted to cum hard, and
then sit on your face and have you eat me, but that wouldn't have been
fair. You were in need." My lovely aunt was giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Yes I sure was. But now that we're over the jitters, feel free to act
out any fantasies you may have," I said lightheartedly.
"I will, Sweetness. I have thousands of fantasies. We have a lot of
catching up to do. I've been watching you since you were about 16, you
know."
"Well, you've been my fantasy since I was about 13, so I have a few of
my own."
"What are your fantasies?" Martha asked excitedly. "I want to make them
all come true."
Like kids, we eagerly launched into a discussion of our fantasies.
Martha had three main categories: jacking me off and having me cum all over
her face and tits, me eating her and then fucking her, and me fucking her
in the ass. My fantasies mostly focused on oral sex, but in 'forbidden'
situations where we ran a high risk of getting caught. We agreed to write
our specific fantasies down as we remembered them, or as new ones occurred,
and then act them out when we had a chance to be together.
Before we dressed and went back to the hospital, we acted out one of
Martha's favorites. I laid her on the bed and began gently licking her
pussy. In a matter of seconds, she was gushing lubrication, moaning and
panting.
To keep her from climaxing, I moved away and began licking the inside of
her thighs, the underside of her buttocks, and her taint (Editors Note: It
ain't her pussy, and it ain't her asshole. It's her "taint," the sweet
little spot between her pussy and the rosebud of her ass.)
Then I lifted her legs over my shoulders and pushed them as far up as I
could, exposing her rosebud. I licked it, gently at first, then more
aggressively. Finally, I plunged my tongue deep into her asshole, reaming
her and sucking at the same time. She went crazy.
"Ohohohoh!!!! Oh, Sweetness, fuck my ass with your tongue. Eat my ass,
baby. God, you eat me so good. Don't ever stop!"
I pulled my tongue out of her ass and returned to her pussy,
concentrating on the clitoris. At the same time, I easily inserted my
finger deep into her slippery, pulsating asshole. Martha, the beautiful
50-something aunt, screamed with excitement, and then pumped and bucked her
way to a roaring climax. She bucked so hard against my mouth that she
split my lip slightly.
"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! !!!!!!! FUCK!!! Oh,
oh, oh, ahhhhhhhh......!"
Possibly excited by the taste of blood in my mouth, I roughly lifted her
up, with her feet again on my shoulders, and pulled her over to the edge of
the bed. She was smiling brightly, still in the afterglow of the huge
climax, when I rudely jammed all 8 << inches into her waiting pussy. She
squealed a little in pain, but the smile never left her face as I began
fucking her.
I fucked her hard. She matched each thrust of my mighty cock as I
pumped her as hard as I dared. (I was actually afraid of hurting her.)
Right before I came, she started yelling at me, "Fuck me! Fuck me, you
big-dicked donkey! Fuck me hard, baby! I need it so bad...so bad..."
I spurted a huge load of cum, forcing my raging cock as far in her as I
could. She sensed what I was doing and taunted, "C'mon big boy...make it
come out my mouth!" It was incredible. It seemed like I came forever.
Without resting, I turned her around and took her doggy style. She
thought I was going to butt-fuck her and she wanted it in her ass bad but I
didn't. Instead, I started with a gentle rocking motion. Almost
immediately, I felt Martha's pussy muscles tighten around my still-engorged
cock. I could feel the growing pressure. I could feel her milking my dick
with her muscles. Then, I felt her tense for a couple of seconds, and then
release in a beautiful, long, flowing climax.
"Oooooooooooo. Oh, lover, that was beautiful!"
Finally, I laid on my back on the bed and sat her on my cock, facing
away from me. I don't even remember everything we did in that position.
We were fucking so hard and groping at each other so eagerly, it would be
hard to describe. At last, we exploded together in one huge, simultaneous
orgasm. Martha flipped over on top of me, kissing me heartily as tears of
joy streamed down her cheeks and onto my face.
Then, we snuggled for a long time before going back to the hospital.
***************** Fantasies with Aunt Martha Chapter Three by Thor4U
Back at the hospital, Roger was resting comfortably. He was mostly
awake, but drifted off in little naps from time to time. During those
naps, there wasn't much to do
The room was semi-private, but there was no one in the other bed, so at
least it was quiet. But, the nurses came in every few minutes, taking
blood, administering meds, checking vitals, adjusting this or that. I
never have understood how anyone survives all the "care" they get in a
hospital.
After about three hours of sitting in the hospital room, I began to
regain my strength. And, due to boredom, my mind began to wander into
Fantasyland. Roger was sleeping soundly now under medication and there was
nothing to do, so I began to note the comings and goings of the nurses,
trying to figure out their schedule. I was wondering whether the
intermittent traffic would permit us a few cummings of our own.
I guess Aunt Martha could read my mind, because she suddenly began
laughing.
"Oh, Randy! You're bad!"
"What?" I feigned innocence.
"I know what you're thinking! You're crazy!" Martha was laughing, but I
could also see excitement in her eyes.
"Well...I was just wondering..." I said tentatively.
"No, Randy!" Martha whispered. "Not right here! Not in front of
Roger!"
"No, no. I was thinking about the bathroom, or just pulling the drape
between the two beds if we want to get really risky."
"No. Absolutely not." Martha said no, but there was "well...maybe" in
her eyes.
At that moment we were interrupted again by the nurse...a new, cute one.
She explained that they had just changed shifts and that she would be in
and out of the room every few minutes for a while. I commented that it was
hard for Roger to get any rest with all the interruptions, but she just
said this was about recovery not rest and they would do what they had to
do. She was a little snippy, letting me know who was boss. By now, we were
actually violating visiting hours, so I didn't push it. Seeing that we
were reasonable, she went on to explain that she had to take a series of
vitals, ten minutes apart, over the next hour. She promised to leave us
alone as much as possible in between.
Hmmm. This had some promise.
The nurse, Nancy was her name, took the first set of vitals and left to
return in 10 minutes.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked hopefully.
"No. Too risky. And I'm not doing anything that Roger might see."
"I wouldn't do anything Roger might see either, but we could go in the
bath." I tried to anticipate any objections.
To my surprise, Aunt Martha walked over to the bathroom and looked
around. It was a typical hospital bathroom. Big, heavy,
handicap-accessible door, tiled floor and walls, a sparse sink, a toilet
with handrails, and a large tiled shower, also with handrails. In the
shower was a spare portable toilet, the kind with a padded seat used for
wheelchair patients.
"Well...?" I again inquired hopefully.
"Doesn't look very comfortable. I'm not sure what we could do in there.
Also, those tile walls create a real echo chamber, so we'd have to be very
quiet." But she wasn't saying no!
Just as I was about to try to come up with an exciting scenario, Nurse
Nancy bounced back into the room. She had only been gone three minutes!
She had forgotten to check the IV. She did it quickly, apologized for the
interruption, and left.
"And...there is that little problem," Martha laughed. "What is your
proposed explanation if that little cutie walks in on us?" Needless to say,
I didn't have one.
After a few more minutes, I had to take a leak, so I went in the
bathroom and closed the door behind me. The metallic sound of the door
closing reverberated like a cell-block locking down at Alcatraz! Also, the
flush was about the same decibel level as a 727 taking off. Damn! More
problems.
When I returned, Martha was laughing out loud. "Give up, Sweetness?
Ready to admit you are nuts?"
"Nope. 'Never give in. Never. Never. Never.' That's a quote from
Winston Churchill," I replied.
Martha laughed...but she went back and took a second look at the
bathroom. I could see the wheels turning around in her head. My cock
began to show new life, despite the earlier Olympian activities.
About that time, Nancy pranced back in again for the second set of
vitals nine and a half minutes after the first set, just in time. The
third time, Nancy was right on time again...nine and a half minutes. On
the fourth set of vitals, Nancy was like clockwork nine and a half minutes,
just like a fine watch.
By then, we had formulated a plan. We would go into the bathroom,
leaving the heavy door slightly ajar. Martha would sit on the portable
toilet in the shower fully clothed. If we got caught, we would claim we
were trying out the two toilets to see which one would be best for Roger.
(Yeah, right!) Martha would jack me off, or blow me (her
choice...personally, I was hoping for a little of both). Whichever she
chose, she would have to finish me by mouth and swallow my cum to conceal
the evidence.
It seemed like a good plan. It was simple enough to execute, but it
covered most of the hazards. Of course, it depended entirely on our little
"Miss Swiss Watch of 1998" sticking to her schedule.
There were two more sets of vitals, and then who knew what the schedule
might be? We decided to go for it on cycle number five. Now.
When Nurse Nancy left, we waited two full minutes to be sure she didn't
return. (I have no idea why we thought that if she stayed gone for two
full minutes she would be gone for the full nine and a half minutes, but it
made sense at the time.)
We quickly ducked into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar about two
inches. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my excited cock as Martha sat
on the padded portable toilet. I stepped up to her and got a surprise.
Martha had found a small tube of KY Jelly in the room and had lubricated
her hand with it. She took my dick softly into her hand and rubbed the
length of it with KY. My cock sprang to life! As she slowly jacked my
swelling hardon, I asked her if she was comfortable.
"I'm much better now, Sweetness...now that I have your big cock in my
hand again!" Martha whispered.
Just as she said that, and the tingling sensation began to build in my
excited dick, I got another surprise. The telephone next to Roger's bed
rang!!!
I charged from the bathroom with a bold hardon protruding from my jeans,
slamming the door open with a crash that must have been heard all over the
hospital! I tried to stuff my monster back in his hiding place and re-zip
my fly as I ran to the phone. I was not successful. I almost ripped my
dick open on the zipper and had to abandon the futile effort. I grabbed
the phone on the third ring, just as Nurse Nancy ran into the room.
"Hello!" I gasped as I turned my back quickly to Nancy. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw Martha slip out of the bathroom and into the
corridor outside the room, without being seen by Nancy. Good, quick
thinking!
"Hello, Terry?" It was a woman's voice.
"No. There's nobody named Terry here," I panted.
"Ooops. Sorry. They must have moved him to another room. Please
forgive the ring."
I slammed the phone down, but continued to keep my back to Nancy.
"Sorry, I was using the bathroom." I stammered.
"Yes, I can see that," Nancy replied with a sly smile, glancing downward
toward my swollen cock. I couldn't be sure if she had seen it or not, but
she certainly knew I had it out. Good thing Martha got out of the room.
"Be careful in there...especially with that door. It's very heavy."
"Sorry. Didn't mean to make so much noise, but I wanted to get the
phone before it woke Roger."
"It's okay. I came running because I thought someone might have fallen.
I didn't mean to intrude on whatever you were doing." Nurse Nancy let the
last sentence hang in the air for several seconds before she turned around
to leave, announcing that she would return in precisely five and a half
minutes for the fifth set of vitals. She had seen my cock. She left with
the hint of a grin on her face.
A couple of minutes later, Martha re-entered the room, barely
suppressing rolling laughter. We had been caught! Not exactly...but
sorta. She was embarrassed, but excited at the same time. And she had some
good news to report. None of the staff saw her slip out of the room after
Nancy raced in to help. At least that was good.
"Well, lover? You want to give it up now?" Martha's eyes were hot,
challenging me, daring me.
"Not a chance. Next cycle, for sure." I answered. "I loved that KY, by
the way. What a nice surprise!"
"Always eager to please, honey," Martha whispered. And then she added,
"Let's go for it! I'm so excited, I think I'm going to burst!"
The next few minutes seemed like an eternity. Finally, at precisely
nine and a half minutes, Nancy re-entered and took Roger's vitals. It
seemed like it took her forever. Finally she left. The next time she came
back would be the last set. No more predictable schedule after that. This
was it!
Nurse Nancy left, again with a sly grin on her face and humming a
popular song as she went.
We waited the full two minutes again, and then resumed our positions in
the bathroom. Martha sat on the portable toilet, still sitting just inside
the shower, and I stood in front of her. I made two changes this time.
The first thing I did, while we were waiting for the two minutes to go by,
was to tie a towel around the door handle. That way, if I had to fling the
door open at least there would be some cushioning to deaden the noise. The
other change was that I dropped my jeans. I figured it would be just as
fast (and twice as safe) to just pull them up and zip them in an emergency,
rather than having to try to stuff my big cock back into them through the
zipper.
All the possible consequences were forgotten, however, as soon as I felt
Aunt Martha's KY-slick hand on my dick. Her touch was so gentle, so
pleasurable!
Martha made a couple of changes, too.
First, she motioned silently for me to set a six-minute countdown on my
runner's chronograph (we had about 6:45 left at that point), and then take
the watch off my wrist and attach it to one of the handrails in the shower.
That way, it was at her eye level and she could keep track of the time
remaining on the countdown. The other change occurred later.
Martha slowly, deliberately began jacking my raging hardon. Although we
had enjoyed plenty of sex earlier, I was ready to go again. Then she
started increasing the squeezing pressure and the tempo of the jacking,
interspersed with a few seconds of slower, softer strokes. The effect was
to build me up for 30 seconds or so, and then ease up to prolong the
excitement. As she lovingly stroked my huge cock, she stared deeply into
my eyes. Her eyes were fiery with lust; she was licking her lips, and
occasionally biting her lower lip with excitement. Aunt Martha was really
hot! I wanted to eat her and fuck her every way imaginable, but this was
not the time or place.
As the time wore down to about 2 minutes, Martha gently took my cock
into her delightfully hungry mouth. I will describe Aunt Martha's oral
delights to you some other time, but let me just say that the woman was
born to suck cock. Martha loves to suck cock so much, and she is such a
cocksucking magician, that my nickname for her is "B.J." She skillfully
played with me for about 30-45 seconds.
Then, Martha made the second change in plans. She stopped. She
released my pulsating rod and sat back on the toilet. Then she glanced at
the runner's watch to see how much time she had left, and quickly reached
down and lifted the front of the loose sweatshirt over her head. She kept
her arms in the sleeves, but most of the XXL shirt was over her head and
behind her neck like I used to do as a boy playing "shirts and skins"
basketball games.
This innovative fashion statement revealed the full glory of her
marvelous tits. It also provided her with a quick escape strategy all she
had to do was pull the sweatshirt back over her head and she would be
completely covered.
Now, with only seconds remaining on the countdown, Martha leaned all the
way back on the toilet, resting her back against the shower wall, grabbing
my cock roughly and pulling me closer until I was standing straddling her
legs with my raging hardon pointed right between her eyes. She dabbed just
a little more KY on her hands and began strongly stroking my massive cock
with both hands, struggling to stifle her sighs as she jacked me tenderly.
Throwing caution to the wind, Aunt Martha urged me on, "Come on
Sweetness, cum in Aunties face! Spew your sweet cum all over my big
titties! Cum on, big boy gimme what you got!"
She spoke in a hushed voice, but it the echo chamber of the tiled
bathroom, it sounded like a loudspeaker. The sudden departure from silence
heightened the danger, and her lusty comments aroused me even more.
I was going crazy! I felt a huge tidal wave building deep within my
being. It roared through my balls, literally feeling like a big wave of
pressure and tingling excitement. Martha opened her mouth wide to catch
the first blast, but with only partial success. A bullet of cum hit her
square in the left eye! The remains of that spurt crossed her lovely
upturned nose, with the about half of it going into her mouth.
"Oh!" Martha exclaimed, with a huge smile on her face; but she never
missed a stroke on my cock. She quickly re-directed my dick downward, and
the second, smaller blast hit her chin, neck, and the upper portion of her
tits.
"Cum on my titties, Sweetness. Hose me down good with that beautiful
cock of yours!" Martha was trying to be quiet, but she was so excited! My
third blast was a huge fountain of cum, bathing her tits accompanied by
sighs of "YES! YES!" from my sexy Aunt Martha and the cacophony of the
soft "buzz, buzz, buzz" from my runners watch. Our time was up!
Aunt Martha didn't care. She continued to purr,
"Yesssss......yesssss...yesss.....oooooo baby..." as she firmly milked one
more big blast of cum out of my throbbing cock. The sound of the cum
splashing all over her tits was drowned out by Martha's gleeful giggling.
Releasing my cock, my beautiful Aunt slowly, deliberately, deliciously
massaged my cum into the flesh of her 38DD tits. We were way past the
deadline now, but she ceremoniously wiped the cum from her eye, nose and
chin with an index finger, and sucked the finger clean. Quickly and
silently, she leaned forward and sucked my stunned cock clean. Then she
pulled the sweatshirt back over her head, stood up, kissed me quickly on
the lips, and walked out of the bathroom like nothing had happened!
Regaining my senses, I heard Nurse Nancy humming another tune as she
walked up the hallway toward our room. Maybe I was over-sensitive to sound
due to the circumstances, but it seemed like she was humming quite loudly.
I gently closed the bathroom door and took my time shoving my happy dick
back into my jeans. I straightened my clothes and checked my hair in the
mirror before re-entering the room.
Nurse Nancy, who was a petite little blond knockout about 25 years old,
was taking Uncle Roger's vitals. Roger was still asleep. Aunt Martha was
sitting in a chair beside Roger's bed, beaming with happiness.
The whole picture was perfect...except for the visible cum trail on
Martha's neck! Moving behind Nurse Nancy, I silently motioned to Martha,
indicating the cum residue. She just nodded and smiled sweetly. She knew
it was there! She had left it there on purpose, kind of a final
exclamation point to our dare! I was so scared I almost shit in my pants,
but I had to admit this was the most exciting sex I had ever had!
I sat in another chair at the foot of the bed and watched Nancy's tight
little ass as she finished taking Roger's vitals. I had been so excited in
anticipation of our sex- in-the-bathroom stunt, I hadn't really paid enough
attention to Nancy. She was really fine small, trim, petite, gorgeous blue
eyes, bright blond hair, and perfectly shaped C-cup tits nestled
comfortably in her baggy hospital scrubs. Martha saw me taking in Nancy's
charms, but she just smiled and shook her head knowingly.
When Nancy finished taking Roger's vitals, she leaned over his face,
shaking his shoulders and calling his name to wake him up. He didn't wake
up, but his vitals were fine and Nancy did not seem concerned.
But then, sure Roger was soundly asleep, Nancy walked over to my chair
and gently placed two fingers on the carotid pulse still pounding in my
neck. With a mischievous grin, she said, "My goodness, Mr. Johnson, if
your pulse keeps up this pace, we may have to admit YOU!" She and Martha
both laughed at my expense.
Then, more seriously, Nurse Nancy spoke quietly to both of us.
"Uncle Roger is doing fine considering all he's been through."
"But, the next time you two decide to get 'naughty,' please let me know
so I can give you some real privacy. We have a couple of vacant rooms, and
I can assign the aides to duties at the other end of the floor...there are
a lot of things I can do to make you more comfortable, so just let me know.
You're not the first people to have these needs, you know.
"Besides," she continued, "...from what I heard...'Sweetness,'...I may
just want to join you!"
And with that, Nurse Nancy grinned lasciviously and glided out of the
room, shaking her saucy little ass as she went.
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