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{ASSM} The Cabin [3a of 3] {Sigerson H.} (mFFF cons inc)

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The Cabin [3a of 3]

Copyright January 2001

Do not post or repost without the authors consent

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Chapter 1 - Sleeping Beauty

The road was even worse than I remembered.  It was one 
switchback after another as my Aunt Marti drove me up the 
mountain to our family cabin.  The road was washed almost 
washed out in places.  The tree branches were so close that 
that at times the windshield was totally blocked by leaves 
as we drove through them.  It looked like no one had driven 
down the road in years.

I glanced at my Aunt Marti.  I felt my face flush at the 
thought of what I had done to her last night.  

When I was two-years old my grandparents died and left 
their house to my mother and her sister Marti.  My mother 
was divorced from my father at that time so she decided to 
move into the house and share it with my Aunt Marti.  They 
intended to share the house for a few years but after a 
while they concluded that they liked the living 
arrangements and we ended up staying together.

Aunt Marti was younger and wilder than my mother.  She said 
that my grandparents were tired of correcting their 
children by the time she was born and consequently she was 
allowed to make more mistakes than her siblings.  She got 
very good at making mistakes.  Nobody called her a slut to 
her face but everybody in town implied that she had her 
share of partners in the sack.

Aunt Marti is the best aunt any boy could have.  She was 
the aunt who would always slip me a beer at family get-
togethers.   She was the aunt who would take me to see the 
latest R rated movie when my mom wouldn't.   She was the 
aunt who rented a porno movie for me for the end of the 
year party when my own best friend wimped out on me and 
wouldn't sneak one of his Dad's tapes.  In short my Aunt 
Marti was the best aunt anybody could have. She was also 
the sexiest looking aunt in the world.

She was blonde, five-foot-eight and twenty-seven years old.  
She had no excess fat anywhere on her body.  Her breasts 
were 38DD.  I know because I found one of her bras hanging 
on a towel bar in the bathroom once.  It was a sexy 
turquoise lace bra that screamed at me to touch it. I took 
it in my hands and looked at the label.   I got so turned 
on handling her bra that I had to jack off.  I wrapped the 
bra cup around my cock and spanked the monkey until I shot 
cum all the way across the bathroom into the bathtub.  Some 
of the cum dribbled down my hand and onto the bra cup.  I 
had just zipped up when Aunt Marti knocked on the bathroom 
door and walked in before I could tell her I was in there.

Aunt Marti was wearing a short silk kimono that was very 
loosely tied at the waist.  I loved that kimono.  The 
globes of her breasts would flash into view and then hide 
again as she walked down the hall.  Very often I ended up 
jerking off after watching her walk to her bedroom.  Thank 
god I had just finished or I would have had to do it again.

"I forgot my bra, Max," she said as she turned to the towel 
rack to get it.

"Here it is," I said as I handed it to her.  "It fell on 
the floor and I picked it up."  I don't think I could have 
said anything more pathetic.

Aunt Marti took the bra from me without question. "Thank 
you, Max."

She folded the bra as she turned to leave the bathroom.  I 
saw her fingers land right in the middle of a glop of cum.  
She stopped just outside the door as her thumb smeared the 
cum on the inside of the bra cup.

"Thank you for picking up my bra, Max.  I wouldn't want it 
to get dirty.  It's nice to know that you look after my 
things."

Aunt Marti fanned herself with the lapel of the kimono.  I 
was speechless as I got an eyeful of her magnificent tit.

"It sure is hot, isn't it, Max," she said.  "I can't stand 
wearing anything when it's this hot.  What about you, Max?"

"Uhh, no," I said sounding as dumb as a box of rocks.

Aunt Marti smiled again.  "Goodnight, Max."

I closed the door and jacked off again as I thought of Aunt 
Marti lying naked and sweating on her bed.

Aunt Marti had never been careful about locking the 
bathroom door or her bedroom door.  I think after the bra 
incident she stopped locking doors all together.  After 
bursting in on her as she sat on the toilet with her shorts 
down around her ankles, I started knocking on the bathroom 
door anytime I saw it closed and needed to use the toilet.  
I was afraid she would think I was some kind of pervert if 
I kept interrupting her while she peed.

She wore her short kimono every evening after her bath.  I 
think she was beginning to get some kind of perverse 
pleasure out of watching me squirm while she sat on the 
couch with her tits almost spilling out of her kimono.  
Many times I had excuse myself and go to the bathroom to 
whack off just to be able to sit comfortably while I 
watched television. 

Once when I was going back to the living room after 
shooting another load of cum into the bathroom sink I heard 
my mom speaking very sternly to Aunt Marti.  I didn't think 
I should intrude on what sounded to me like an argument so 
I stood quietly in the hallway listening to my Mom rip a 
new asshole in Aunt Marti.  Even though she spoke 
forcefully, she kept her voice so low that I could barely 
hear her side of the argument.

"Stop trying to seduce, Max," said Mom.

"I am not trying to seduce him, Jan.  I just like to dress 
comfortably."

"You mean undress comfortably.  Most nights you're just a 
few threads shy of flashing your tits and pussy at him!"

"I like my kimono and I don't like wearing a bra.  I never 
have and you know that.  And as for flashing my pussy, it 
never bothered you when you were in junior high.  And you 
flashed yours at me more than once, too."

I heard my mom gasp.  "We both agreed to never talk about 
that," mom whispered.

"No, you agreed to never talk about it.  I never agreed.  
Personally, I'm not ashamed of it.  I enjoyed those times."

I was leaning forward trying to hear better when my hand 
hit the light switch in the hall.  The blaze of light 
brought the argument to a halt.  I counted to ten before 
entering the living room.

Mom's face was expressionless.  Aunt Marti was smiling.  
She clutched her robe closed and tucked under her legs as 
she sat with her legs draped over the arm of the easy 
chair.

"I was going to get some iced tea," I said.  "Would you 
like some, Mom?  Aunt Marti?"

"Yes, dear," said Mom stiffly.  She forced a smile and 
tried to ease the tension in her voice.  "I would love some 
iced tea."

"I'd like some, too," said Aunt Marti cheerfully.

That was the end of their argument.  I tried to listen to 
them discreetly for the next several weeks but never heard 
anymore about Aunt Marti being more modest or what Mom had 
agreed never to talk about.  I knew it had something to do 
with sex or Aunt Marti would not have used the phrase 
'flashing a pussy.'  I tried to imagine my mother flashing 
her pussy at me or anyone else.  It was difficult to 
imagine.  It was also disturbingly stimulating.  Mom began 
to show up in my wet dreams alongside Aunt Marti.

One day Mom and Aunt Marti got a letter in the mail from 
their uncle Bill.  He was the black sheep of the family.  
Most people said that Marti took after him but I don't 
think they ever met more than a few times.  

The letter said that he was giving them the cabin that he 
owned up on Spring Mountain.  They knew that he had a cabin 
up there but had only been to it when they were little 
girls.  Uncle Bill said that he was getting too old to 
spend much time up there and he wanted them to have the 
place.  He included the address of his attorney and said 
they were to make an appointment to sign the deed.  Mom and 
Aunt Marti were a little skeptical at first but I wanted 
desperately to have a place to have parties and a place to 
take a girlfriend when we wanted some privacy.  Assuming I 
actually got a girlfriend one of these days.  The closest I 
had gotten to a girlfriend was six years ago when the girl 
who lived across the street played doctor with me a couple 
times.  I never got to touch anything and at nine-years-old 
she didn't have that much to look at.

I wore them down over the next two days.  They called their 
attorney and Uncle Bill's attorney and a week later we 
owned a cabin.  I wanted to go see it that afternoon.  Mom 
and Aunt Marty discussed their schedules and finally 
decided that we would all go see the place in two weeks.  
Both of them would take a week's vacation and we would 
spend it at the cabin.

I spent the next two weeks getting camping gear organized 
and packed and selecting some staples to take up to the 
cabin to leave for later in the summer.  I turned sixteen 
in another month and planned to drive up to the cabin for 
my party.  I hadn't decided if I wanted to invite a lot of 
people or just one girl.  If I had a lot of people I could 
be sure of getting drunk.  If I invited just one girl, I 
could get laid.  I decided to put off the final decision 
until after I had scoped out the cabin.

Two days before we were supposed to leave, Mom came home 
from work and announced that she had to fly to LA on 
business that weekend.  Marti wanted to postpone the trip 
until Mom got back but I talked faster than I ever had 
before.  It was decided that Marti and I would go and Mom 
would join us after she got back from LA.

Mom left that night and Aunt Marti went out on the town 
with Alice, one of her wilder girl friends.  They liked to 
go to a bar that has a live band.  I stayed at home packing 
the SUV with all of our gear and watching TV.

I heard a car drive up to the house about 11:00.  I looked 
out the window and saw Alice coming up to the door.  She 
was back about two hours earlier than expected.  I opened 
the door before she could ring the bell.  Alice was wearing 
a crop tank top that worked hard to conceal her breasts.  
The tank top might have had a fighting chance if a bra had 
confined Alice's breasts.

"You're back early," I said.

"Yeah," she said a little drunkenly.  "Help me get Marti 
out of the car."

"Is something wrong?" I asked as we went to the car.

"Yeah.  The jerk Marti was dancing with slipped something 
into her drink.  I tried to get to her before she drank it 
but she got about half of it down before I grabbed the 
drink and told the son-of-a-bitch to drink the rest of it.  
The way he was sweating you could tell he knew there was 
something in it."

"Did he drink it?"

"Eventually.  The bouncer backed me up on making the 
asshole drink it all.  When he was done the bouncer patted 
him down and found a baggie full of pills.  The bouncer 
gave me the pills and told the creep to get out and never 
come back.  I got Marti to the car before she passed out.  
But she's out like a light now.  I need some help getting 
her to bed."

I helped Alice get Marti out of the car.  Marti was dressed 
like Alice in a crop top and shorts but no bra.  I put one 
of Marti's arms around my neck and the other around her 
side.  Alice did the same and two of us managed to get 
Marti upstairs and lay her on the bed. 

I managed to steal several glances down Alice's top as we 
laid Aunt Marti on her bed.  I was getting a hard on and 
wanted to go whack off quickly.

Alice saw my furtive looks at her boobs.  She smiled at me 
as she stood up.  "You like looking at my tits, huh, Max?"

"I. I. I'm sorry, Ma'am," I managed to stammer out.

"Well you've been helpful in taking care of Marti, so 
here's a little reward."  Alice flipped up her top and for 
five glorious seconds I had an unobstructed view of her 
beautiful globes of titflesh.

I couldn't breathe.  I was paralyzed with awe as I looked 
at her breasts.  I must have seemed like a complete geek to 
her.

Alice covered her breasts again and tossed me a plastic 
baggie that contained a bunch of white pills.  "This is 
what the creep slipped into her drink.  They're probably 
roofies.  Put a blanket on Marti so she doesn't get cold, 
Max.  She probably won't remember anything that happened.  
Tell her to call me tomorrow and I'll fill her in."

I showed Alice to the door and said goodnight.  I had hoped 
for another look at her tits but she just wanted to go 
home.

I went back upstairs to Aunt Marti's bedroom to cover her 
up.  She was snoring loudly as I spread a thin blanket over 
her.  I really meant to cover her and go watch some more 
TV.  But then my hand brushed against her tank top and 
exposed one breast.  I froze in place as I looked at her 
exposed nipple.  I couldn't even tear my eyes away long 
enough to see if her eyes opened.  After a few minutes it 
dawned on me that Aunt Marti was going to be out like a 
light for the whole night.  Alice had said so.  "She 
probably won't remember anything that happened." Alice had 
said.  If I was careful I could finally see what Aunt Marti 
looked like.

I pulled the blanket back and dropped it on the floor.  I 
gently pushed the tank top back to expose both breasts.  I 
tried to look at Marti's breasts and her face at the same 
time to make sure she didn't wake up.  She didn't.

I placed a hand on each breast and massaged the supple 
flesh with my fingers and palms.  I was surprised that her 
breasts weren't as firm as a muscle.  They felt soft and 
squishy between my eager fingers.  I bent forward to flick 
my tongue across a protruding nipple.  The nipple responded 
by stiffening and the aureole puckered also.  I felt like I 
had been doused with a bucket of ice water.  I couldn't 
breathe.  I didn't move a muscle as I stood there with my 
hands on Aunt Marti's tits.  I though she had awakened and 
was sure I was caught red handed.  I tried frantically to 
think of a legitimate reason why I should be playing with 
my Aunt's breasts.  I was sure if I only had enough time I 
could think of one but my mind refused to think of anything 
except, "You idiot.  You had a good thing going here and 
then you had to wake her up!"

There were no shouts.  There were no screams of protest at 
being violated.  Aunt Marti continued snoring.  She was out 
like a light.

I licked the nipple again. I licked the other nipple.  I 
took a nipple into my mouth.  Aunt Marti snored.  I grew 
bolder as I got more confident that I would not rouse Aunt 
Marti from her sleep.

I wanted to remove all of her clothing but then I would 
have to explain to Aunt Marti and to Alice why I had taken 
off her clothing after putting her to bed.  All the 
explanations I could think of sounded as ridiculous to me 
as they would to them.  I would have to settle for a few 
quick looks and feels.  I sucked on one breast as I 
caressed the other.  I needed more though.  

I looked at her shorts.

Aunt Marti was wearing blue jean shorts.  I unzipped them 
to expose her flowered hip hugger panties.  By tugging on 
her shorts I was able to work them halfway down her hips.  
The panties could not be moved as far but with some work, I 
was able to get them down far enough to reveal a trimmed 
patch of pubic hair and the start of her pussy lips.  That 
would be enough to fuel my adolescent fantasies for a few 
months.  I slipped my hand between her panties and crotch 
to cup her pussy with my hand.  I ran my hand up and down 
the slit forcing into my memory detail of how that pussy 
felt to my touch.  I still remember the crinkly feeling of 
her trimmed pubic hair and how it contrasted with the 
velvety soft feel of her outer pussy lips and the wet and 
tight softness of the inner lips.

I pried her pussy lips apart with one finger to feel her 
cunt.  Her cunt felt dry to my touch and Aunt Marti closed 
her legs and muttered a bit in her sleep.  One hand feebly 
tried to brush my hand away from her crotch.  What I was 
doing was obviously causing her some discomfort.  

My limited sex education had come from my friend's brags 
about the chicks they had bagged and from a few porno 
movies.  None of this had prepared me for molesting a 
sleeping woman who didn't want to be molested.  I knew 
approximately where things were but had no idea how they 
operated.  I was about to give up on Marti's pussy and 
concentrate on her breasts when it occurred to me that some 
people use a lubricant to make penetration easier.  Aunt 
Marti tried to be discreet but I knew she had brought 
several lovers back to the house in the years I had lived 
there.  Perhaps she had a lubricant of some sort in her 
nightstand.

I opened the nightstand by Aunt Marti's bed.  The drawer 
contained a flashlight, a candle, and a box of matches.  
The other drawer was more helpful.  It contained a large 
dildo that looked and felt like a real cock.  There was a 
small circular knob on the butt end of the dildo that had 
three positions marked on a dial.  Off, slow and fast.  I 
turned the dial to slow and heard a quiet humm come from 
the dildo as it vibrated gently in my hand.  I turned the 
dial to fast and heard a sharper humm and felt the 
vibrations increase.  I turned the vibrator off.  I was 
sure that where there was a vibrator there must be some 
sort of lubricant.  It was at the back of the drawer under 
a towel.

I squeezed some of the lubricant onto my fingers and 
managed to work one finger between her pussy lips.  I 
wished my cock could be there instead of my finger.  
Marti's pussy grew more slippery as I continued to slide my 
finger along her slit.  My finger worked its way deeper 
into her cleft.  Marti's breathing began to increase.  My 
finger found a hard little nub on one of its strokes.  I 
supposed that was her clit but I really needed a practical 
lesson in female anatomy.  Those damn magazines and porno 
movies just don't show where things are exactly.

I unzipped my own pants and took out my cock.  I stroked my 
cock as I finger fucked Aunt Marti.  She inhaled deeply and 
shuddered.  I wondered what had happened for a minute.  Did 
she cum?  Her pussy didn't feel any wetter.  One of my 
friends said that when girls cum the pussy juice gushes out 
of their cunts.  He's full of shit on a lot of things, 
though.  He was probably wrong about this also.

I kneeled next to Aunt Marti's inert body.  With one hand 
in her crotch and the other on my cock I started jerking 
off in earnest.  It was getting hard to control myself.  I 
finally removed my left hand from Aunt Marti's pussy and 
kneeled between her legs.  I got as close as possible to 
her crotch but her shorts were in my way.  I cupped my 
balls as I jacked off.  Cum shot all the way to her 
breasts.  I shuddered as I continued to shoot stream after 
stream of cum onto Marti's unconscious form.

I was drained by my orgasm.  I wanted desperately to lie 
down for a nap.  Instead I got off the bed to get the towel 
from the nightstand and wiped the cum off my hand.  I also 
wiped a lot of cum from Aunt Marti's belly and breasts.  
There was even a glob on her chin.  Aunt Marti stirred as I 
wiped the cum from her chin.  Her eyelids fluttered but did 
not open.  My heart stopped pumping as I slipped into Save 
My Ass gear. 

One quick yank covered Aunt Marti's tits.  Another quick 
tug pulled her panties back into place.  It took a few more 
tugs to get her shorts over her hips and then zipped up.  I 
threw the towel onto the floor before covering Aunt Marti 
with a blanket.

Aunt Marti's eyes finally opened.  She stared at me 
blankly.  "Max?" she said.

"Yes, Aunt Marti," I replied.

"I'm not at the bar."

"No.  You're home in bed.  Alice brought you home a while 
ago.  Someone at the bar slipped a pill into you drink.  
You drank some but Alice kept you from drinking all of it.  
She said to call her in the morning."

"Knew he was a son-of-a-bitch.  He wouldn't take his hand 
off my ass when I asked him to.  Thanks for taking care of 
me Max.  You're a good boy."

She started snoring before I could say thank you.  I felt 
like a heel. Aunt Marti had just thanked me for feeling her 
up and shooting cum all over her body.  I picked up the 
towel and went to the bathroom to wash my hands.  


Chapter 2 - Travels with my Aunt

When she woke up, Aunt Marti seemed not to remember 
anything about the previous evening.  She shook me awake, 
handed me the clothes I had worn the day before, and told 
me to get dressed so we could get on the road.  

My conscience had recovered nicely, thank you.  I still 
felt embarrassed by what I had done the night before but 
the guilt was draining away as my cock got stiffer.  

Marti was once again wearing a cropped tank top and cut-
offs.  The weather was hot and sticky so both of us were 
drenched in sweat an hour into the drive.  The sweat was 
making her tank top stick to her breasts.  The dark circles 
of her aureoles were distinctly visible through the 
translucent material of the thin white top.

I tried not to stare at her breasts.  Well I didn't try 
very hard if you want the truth.  I just tried to be 
discreet about it.  Every time the truck hit a pothole, 
Aunt Marti's tits wobbled like a punching bag.  I longed to 
wrap my mouth around her breasts again.

I saw the sign that was our last landmark on the way to the 
cabin.

"There's the 'Wally's Bait Shop' sign," I said to Aunt 
Marti.  "Our turn off should be just around the next bend 
in the road."

"Thank, heavens," she said.

A minute later Aunt Marti turned onto the side road that 
led to our cabin.  The track dropped all pretenses to being 
a road.  Two shallow ruts left the gravel road we had been 
on and disappeared around a large stand of pines.

Aunt Marti turned off the gravel road.  The truck bounced 
as we hit another pothole.  Aunt Marti's tits did their 
wobble routine again.  The head of my cock rubbed against 
my pants.  If this kept up I was going to shoot cum all 
over myself.  I wanted to take out my cock and masturbate 
just to relieve the pressure on my nuts.

At last the cabin came into view.  I forgot about jerking 
off for a few minutes as I we drew up to the dirt parking 
area beside the front porch of the cabin.

It was a very rustic looking log cabin.  A porch ran along 
the front of the cabin and the two sides.  It didn't look 
very big.  The trees had been cleared for a ways around the 
cabin to provide a yard of sorts.  The grass was almost 
waist high and I doubted if it had ever been touched by a 
lawnmower.  I expected to hear the theme from 'Deliverance' 
at any moment.

"Let's look inside," said Aunt Marti as she got out of the 
SUV.

The cabin was a one-room cabin.  There was a bed in one 
corner and a kitchen in the other.  The 'dining room' 
contained a small table and three chairs adjacent to the 
kitchen.   The 'living room' was a couch and easy chair 
next to the fireplace.

I couldn't read the look on Aunt Marti' face.  She wasn't 
disappointed or angry.  But she obviously hadn't expected 
something as primitive as the structure we were in.

She walked around the cabin looking in drawers and 
cupboards.  She patted the bed and the other furniture.  
She finally spoke.

"Let's clean the place up, Max.  We'll stay for a week and 
see if we like it."

We spent the next two hours washing and sweeping every bit 
of the cabin.  I kept stealing glimpses of Aunt Marti's 
tits as we worked.  Once I looked up to see that she was 
bent over, picking something off the floor as she had her 
ass towards me and I had an unobstructed view of her 
breasts swaying.  I almost creamed my pants.  I turned away 
as she started to straighten up.

Aunt Marti finally called a halt at mid-afternoon.  "Let's 
go for a swim, Max.  I need to cool off and clean up."

I followed Aunt Marti out the front door and down to the 
SUV.  She grabbed a towel out of one of the boxes and threw 
it to me before turning to get another towel for herself 
and a bar of soap.

"There's a bathing pond and swimming pond this way," she 
said as she around the side of the cabin.

I followed her as she walked down a path that led from the 
back door of the cabin into the woods.  The path was narrow 
but well worn.  It led to a clearing around a large pond of 
clear water.  The only outlet for the water led to a 
smaller circular pond that was edged with large flat rocks.

Aunt Marti stopped by the smaller pond and kicked off her 
sandals before dropping her towel on the grass beside one 
of the flat rocks.  She turned to look at me.

"Max, if this vacation is going to be enjoyable, you are 
going to have to stop staring at me like a hungry dog 
staring at a raw steak.  There isn't enough room in the 
cabin for the two of us and modesty too.

"I'm going to remove my clothes and wash up in this pond 
before I go for a swim.  If you are going to spend the 
whole time up here staring at my tits and pussy then you 
can go back to the cabin and wait for me to finish.  You 
can wash up when I'm finished and then we can go home.

"If, on the other hand, you can pry your eyes from my 
nipples long enough to enjoy the scenery then we may have 
good time up here.  Do you think you can stop staring at my 
tits or should we go home?"

"I., I., I'm sorry for staring Aunt Marti.  I want to 
stay."

"Good.  After I get naked you can stare for a few minutes 
but then I want you to behave yourself."

Aunt Marti whipped her top off over her head.  Her tit 
wobbled magnificently.  She pulled off her shorts and 
panties in one swift move.  

I put a hand over my crotch to try to hide my erection.  
Her neatly trimmed bush hid her pussy lips but her breasts 
slumped erotically on her chest.

"Fer crissakes, Max.  I know you've got a hard-on.  Just 
take off your clothes and jerk yourself off.  I've watched 
men do it before.  I doubt that you do it differently 
enough to impress me."

I took off my tee shirt and dropped it on the ground.  My 
hands were shaking so bad that I had trouble undoing the 
button on my jeans.

"You didn't have any trouble dropping your jeans last 
night," said Aunt Marti.

I felt like I had been hit with a bucket of ice water.

"Wh. Wha." I stammered.

"I wasn't as out of it as you thought, Max.  I know you 
pulled my top up and my pants down and masturbated me and 
yourself.  I was half awake while you were busy molesting 
what you assumed to be an unconscious woman.  I know what 
cum feels like when it dries in my pubic hair and on my 
skin.  And that lubricant you used when you finger-fucked 
me irritates my vagina.  I was irritated as hell when I 
woke up with an itchy cunt this morning."

My face began to burn with embarrassment.

"I enjoyed the orgasm, Max.  But there wasn't that much 
difference between what that jerk at the bar wanted to do 
and what you did.  Do you want me to help you with your 
jeans?"

Aunt Marti didn't wait for an answer.  She walked over to 
me and undid my jeans before I could react.  My jeans fell 
around my ankles as Aunt Marti pulled my underpants down to 
reveal my throbbing cock.

"Here, let me help you with that," said Aunt Marti as she 
wrapped her hand around my cock.

I was so primed after watching her tits all day that I 
began to shoot cum all over her belly in only a few 
strokes.

"Feel better, now?" asked Aunt Marti as she milked the last 
few drops of cum from my cock.

I felt so drained that I couldn't answer.  I just nodded 
dumbly.

"Good," she said as she let go of my cock.

She picked up the soap and towel on her way to the bathing 
pond.  My eyes followed every swish of her ass as she 
walked away.

Aunt Marti dropped the towel beside one of the flat rocks 
that surrounded the pond before stepping in the water.  I 
heard her gasp as her foot entered the water.   She gasped 
even louder as she sat down in the pond.

I finished removing my clothes and walked to the pond.  I 
stepped into the pond on the side opposite Aunt Marti.  The 
water was ice cold.

I looked through the clear water and saw that a flat stone 
bench ran around the entire pool under about one foot of 
water.  The pond was three feet deep and was paved with 
small flat stones.  I sat on the bench forced myself to 
breath while my body adjusted to being immersed in cold 
water.  I looked at Aunt Marti.

She was standing up and lathering herself rapidly with the 
bar of soap.   She looked at me and smiled mischievously.  
"This water should take care of your erection problems for 
a while."

My teeth were chattering.

"Soap yourself up before you freeze your balls off."  Aunt 
Marti threw the soap to me and sat down in the water to 
rinse the soap lather off her body.  I barely caught the 
soap.

I stood up and started lathering myself quickly.  Aunt 
Marti took a breath and then ducked under the water.  She 
inhaled deeply as she surfaced. Her nipples were puckered 
into nubs from the cold.  

I forced my self to look at my arm as I rubbed the soap on 
it.  She chuckled to her self as she walked to the edge of 
the pond.  

I listened to Aunt Marti get out of the pond as I finished 
soaping myself.  I placed the bar one of the flat rocks 
that edged the pond before closing my eyes and soaping my 
face.  I stepped away from the underwater bench and inhaled 
deeply before ducking under water to rinse off the soap.

I was shivering uncontrollably when I surfaced.  My lungs 
were almost paralyzed with cold.  The cold water in my ears 
made me feel dizzy.   I couldn't figure out which way to go 
to get out of the bath.

Aunt Marti's voice called out "This way Max."

I stumbled blindly towards the sound of her voice.  A sharp 
bump on my knee told me when I reached the edge of the 
pond.  Aunt Marti grabbed my hand and helped me up.

She wrapped a towel around me and started to vigorously rub 
me dry.  I slowly started warming up.

"I'm going to lie down in the sun and warm up, Max.  You 
can join me if you want."

She handed me my towel before spreading her own towel in a 
warm sunny spot.  She then stretched her self out on her 
back to soaked up some heat.  Her pale white breasts sagged 
elegantly under their own weight.

My own muscles were still quivering from my recent cold-
water bath.  With great difficulty I managed to reach down 
to pick up my jeans.  I fumbled for the baggie of pills 
that Alice had given to me the previous evening.

I wrapped my towel around my waist before going to stand 
beside Aunt Marti's prone body.

"I. I. I'm sorry for what I did to you last night Aunt 
Marti.  It was wrong.  I promise not to do it again.  Here 
are the pills that Alice gave me last night."

Aunt Marti reached up to take the pills from my hand.  I 
tried not to stare at the nipple that bobbed enticingly 
with the movement of her arm.

She looked at the pills in hand and rested herself on one 
elbow as she looked at the pills.  "They're roofies all 
right," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.  She looked up 
at me.  "Thank you, Max.  Before I accept you apology, I 
would like you to tell me why it was wrong of you to do 
what you did."

That threw me for a loop.  I had expected her to accept or 
reject my apology but not to get involved in a 
philosophical discussion of right and wrong.

Aunt Marti sat upright with her legs crossed.  Her outer 
cuntlips parted to reveal the wet inner lips.

"Take off that silly towel and sit down, Max.  This is 
important and we need to talk face to face.  I don't want 
to talk to your bobbing penis."

I spread the towel on the ground and sat down I tried to 
hide my growing erection with my hands and legs but gave it 
up as a futile effort that only served to draw attention to 
my cock.  Aunt Marti's breasts jiggled a little with each 
movement of her body.  Both nipples were still puckered 
from the cold. 

"I'm waiting for your answer, Max," said Aunt Marti 
sharply.

Her voice startled me back to reality.  I looked up to see 
her looking intensely into my eyes.  

"It was wrong to touch your breasts and pussy."

"No, no, no, Max.  Use your brain.  We both know WHAT you 
did.  I want you to tell me WHY it was wrong."

I sat silently for a minute.  I felt like an unprepared 
schoolboy who has just been called upon to give an answer 
before the entire class.

I thought back to my other sexual experience with the 
neighbor girl.  We had both enjoyed the experience.  She 
wanted to touch her but was too shy to ask.  She hadn't 
volunteered to touch me and I had been to embarrassed to 
ask her.  If she had asked me I would have agreed readily 
enough.  Aunt Marti had been in no condition to ask to be 
touched or consent to be touched, though.  I had just 
decided for both of that that was what I wanted and done 
it.  A light bulb must have appeared over my head.

"You've figured it out, haven't you, Max," she said 
quietly.  "Tell me in your own words."

"It. It was wrong because I didn't ask you if it was O.K. 
with you.  If I had asked and you said yes then it would 
have been O.K.  If you had asked me to and I did then it 
would have been O.K.  But you couldn't say yes and you 
couldn't ask so it was wrong.  I'm sorry, Aunt Marti.  
Please forgive me."

Tears started forming in my eyes.  I felt as if I had 
betrayed my best friend.  She really was my best friend.

Aunt Marti reached out to touch a tear on my cheek.  "I 
accept your apology, Max.  I forgive you."

She pulled me to her chest and hugged me with both arms as 
she kissed my tear-streaked cheek.  I had been reaching up 
to take her hand when she grabbed me.  As a result my hand 
was in just the right position to get a handful of tit when 
she pulled me to her chest.  I resisted the urge to squeeze 
the breast.

"I knew you could reason it out.  Now I won't have to worry 
about you raping some girl in high school.  You do know the 
difference between right and wrong.  You'll know when you 
are doing wrong even if you cock is doing the thinking.  
Deep down you'll know."

Aunt Marti released me.  My cock pointed at the sky.  I was 
rock hard and wanted to jerk off more than anything else 
right now.  Well more than most things anyhow.

Aunt Marti looked at my erect cock.  That gleam came back 
into her eye.

"Let's see if you've really learned your lesson, Max.  I'm 
going to lie down just like last night.  I want you to do 
just what you did then but this time ask before you do it."

She lay down on her back and closed her eyes.  I was 
getting used to seeing her naked by now but she was still a 
beautiful woman.  I shook my head to clear out those 
extraneous erotic thoughts.  My memory of last night was 
indelibly burned into my brain.  The first thing I had done 
was to lift her shirt over her tits.  But she was already 
naked.  I grabbed her clothing and draped her top over her 
chest and her panties and shorts over her crotch.  She 
started as she felt the cloth touch her skin but smiled as 
she realized what I was doing.  She chuckled a little but 
didn't say any thing.

"Aunt Marti, may I look at your boobs?" 

She smiled broadly.  I thought she might say no.  If she 
did say no, I would have to go to the outhouse and 
masturbate.  I had to do something about my hard on.

"You should use the word breasts when referring to a 
woman's chest, Max.  Some women don't like the words tits 
or boobs.  If you know that a girl doesn't mind the 
terminology go ahead and use one of the other terms.  But 
to answer your question, yes, Max, you may look at my 
breasts."

I lifted the tank top off her breasts and folded it before 
placing it on the ground.  I looked at her breasts for a 
minute.  I started to reach out to play with one of the 
erect nipples but stopped as I remembered that I needed to 
ask before doing things.

"Aunt Marti, may I touch your breasts?"

"Are you going to use your hands or did you want to do 
more?"

I hesitated again before responding.  "I want to use my 
hands and I also want to suck them with my mouth."

"Then yes to both requests."

I began to gently squeeze and massage both breasts with my 
hands.  Her nipples responded to my attention.  I took one 
nipple into my mouth to tease it with my tongue.  Aunt 
Marti gasped as my tongue flicked across her erect nipple.  
I continued sucking and massaging both breasts alternately 
until Aunt Marti was squirming with pleasure. 

My jaw muscles began to tire from all that sucking.  I sat 
up to rest a minute.  Her crotch was still covered with the 
shorts and panties.  I couldn't think of the polite word 
for cunt.  I decided to skip the polite word for now.  
"Aunt Marti, may I play with your cunt?  I want to use my 
hands and my mouth."

"Hands only, Max." she gasped as she spread her legs.  "You 
can only do what you did last night."

I picked up the shorts and panties and dropped them on the 
neatly folded top.  Her pussy was already wet when I ran my 
finger along her slit.  She did not need any artificial 
lubricant this time.

Aunt Marti moaned as my finger found the slight bump of her 
clit.  At least I think it's her clit.  I really did need a 
lesson in female anatomy.

"Faster!" Aunt Marti said hoarsely.

I increased the pace of my movements in response to her 
order and in a few moments her hips bucked forcefully 
against my hand.  Fluid was running out of her cunt.  I 
thought she was peeing.

I kept up the motion of my hand until Aunt Marti grabbed my 
wrist and whispered, "Stop!"

Her body was drenched in sweat again but she was smiling 
contentedly.  She pushed my hand out of the way so she 
could cup her cunt with her own hand.  "Do you want to cum, 
too, Max?" she asked.

"Yes," I said as I nodded vigorously.

"Then you may do just what you did last night."

I kneeled between Aunt Marti's legs and started stroking my 
already throbbing cock.  Aunt Mart's stroked her cunt with 
one hand as she gently squeezed one breast with the other.  
Her chest was flushed and her breathing ragged as she tried 
to keep pace with my strokes.  

My cum shot across Aunt Marti's belly and tits.  None of it 
reached her face as it had the previous evening and a lot 
more dribbled onto the back of her hand.  She was 
masturbating herself with rapid strokes.  Each stroke ended 
with her middle finger inserted deep between the folds of 
her pussy.  I moved back a little and saw that she was just 
barely inserting the finger into her cunt hole.  That was 
the first time I had actually seen where a woman's hole was 
on her anatomy.  As I watched Aunt Marti's finger disappear 
into her hole again, she reached orgasm once more.  Her 
body shook and she began to hump her hips against her own 
hand.  Her orgasm seemed to last for minutes but I suppose 
my sense of time was off by quite a bit.  At last she lay 
still and limp.  Her chest and belly were covered with my 
cum. Her hand was drenched with her own pussy juice.  So 
much for our baths.

"God, that felt good, Max," she said softly.

She held her cum-covered hand in front of her face to 
examine the globs of cum.  "Looks tasty, Max," she said.

She licked the back of her hand.  I was surprised at this.  
I knew that some girls at school were said to be cum-sluts 
but I had not expected Aunt Marti to like the taste of cum 
enough to lick it off her hand.

My astonishment must have shown on my face because Aunt 
Marti laughed and said, "It's just cum, Max.  It tastes the 
same if you get it right from the cock or lick it off your 
hand."

"I just didn't think that you would lick it off you hand.  
The guys at school said that only sl..  I mean some fast 
girls did that."

"Max, boys will call any girl a slut if she fucks other 
guys but won't fuck them.  I like the taste of cum.  Not 
all women like it but I do.  Have you ever tasted your own 
cum?"

That question really threw me.  "N. n. no!" I stammered.  I 
found the thought of tasting my own cum revolting.

"Hmm.  We'll come back to that some other time.  I think we 
need another bath.  You wash my back and I'll wash yours."

Aunt Marti held out her cum covered hand to me.  I took it 
automatically to help her to her feet.  We washed the cum 
and pussy juice off our bodies in the ice-cold pond once 
more.  When we were done, we dried each other and went back 
to our piles of clothing.  I had put on my under shorts and 
was putting on my jeans when Aunt Mart strode past me 
carrying all of her clothes under her arm.

"I really don't think you need those, Max," she said as she 
walked by me on her way to the cabin.

I watched her naked butt disappear down the path.  I tried 
to figure out what was going on.  My Aunt had just allowed 
me to suck and play with her breasts after criticizing me 
for doing the very same thing the previous evening.  Now 
she planned to walk around naked in front of me and 
encouraged me to walk around naked in front of her.  My 
world was rapidly turning into Wonderland. 

I stripped off my clothes again.  When I arrived at the 
cabin Aunt Marti was pumping water into a cooking pan.  Her 
breasts swayed erotically with each stroke of the pump 
handle.

"Get the fire going, Max.  I want to start supper."

I snapped out of my reverie.  There was enough wood for a 
fire next to the wood stove so at least I didn't need to 
chop more.  The fire was going nicely in about ten minutes.

I set the table while Aunt Marti cooked mac and cheese.  We 
talked about inconsequential things while supper was 
cooking and continued in that vein during our meal.  Since 
Aunt Marti had cooked I volunteered to wash dishes.  She 
had set a pan of water on the stove while we ate so there 
was plenty of hot water to wash and rinse dishes right 
after we were done.

Aunt Marti was sitting on the couch in front the fireplace 
when I finished.  The evening fire was well started when I 
joined her on the couch.  She was caressing one breast and 
tweaking the nipple absent-mindedly as she watched the 
flames.  A white gas lantern hissed quietly on the table 
next to the couch.

"What's going on Aunt Marti?" I asked getting right to the 
point.

Aunt Mart was equally blunt with me.  "Max, you need to 
learn about sex.  Your behavior last night showed that you 
can be inconsiderate and selfish about sex but this 
afternoon you also showed that you could be a gentle and 
considerate lover.  I'm willing to teach you all I know but 
we have to keep this a secret from your mother.  She 
already disapproves of my lack of modesty around you.  So 
what do you say, Max?  Do you want take Sex 101 from your 
Professor Marti?"

I was stunned.  This afternoon's sex play had been fun and 
had certainly relieved my pent up desire for an orgasm.  
Aunt Marti was now proposing to go even further.  Did she 
mean to let me do EVERYTHING?  I had to know.

"You mean that you are willing to let me fuck you?  Actual 
sexual intercourse?"

She chuckled as she looked at my astonished expression.

"Max, there is more to sex than just fucking someone.  If 
all you want to do is fuck a girl, you already know how to 
do that.  Put tab A in slot B.  Repeat until you cum.  Go 
to sleep or go home as required.  That's fucking.  I want 
to teach you how to make love.  I will teach you how to 
have sex with a woman so that both of you have an orgasm 
and both of you feel that you have equally shared in a 
wonderful sexual experience.  Do you want to learn?"

I didn't hesitate or stutter this time.  "Yes!"

"Then let's start with a geography lesson on men.  Where 
are your erogenous zones?"

I was confused again.  "Uh. My cock," I answered 
hesitantly.

"That's one.  What about the other fifteen?"

"Fifteen!"

"Yes.  Fifteen.  Or twenty.  Or Thirty.  Or one hundred.  
The point is that there are erogenous zones all over your 
body.  Almost any part of you body can be an erogenous zone 
because the most important one is between your eyes and the 
back of your head."

I thought about that for a minute.

"Let me demonstrate.  Lie down on the couch."

Aunt Marti stood up to give me room to lie down.

"Name a part of your body that you think is not an 
erogenous zone," she said.

"My knee."

Aunt Marti smiled.  "Trying to make things difficult for 
Auntie, are we?  Well, let me show you what Auntie can do 
when she tries."

Aunt Marti kneeled down close to my knees.  She began to 
gently stroke my leg just above and below my kneecap.  It 
felt good but it wasn't exactly arousing.  She began to 
kiss and lick the same area.  That was a little arousing.  
She started to suck the skin into her mouth and nip it with 
her teeth.  My cock twitched.  She had my engine turning 
over.  When she began to stroke my kneecap with her nipple 
I gave in.

"All right, Aunt Marti," I gasped with pleasure.  "My knees 
are erogenous zones."

She stopped what she was doing.  "The point is, Max, every 
square inch of skin is an erogenous zone if used properly.  
By the time we leave here, I think you will know how to use 
it properly."  She chuckled to herself and mumbled 
something I couldn't quite catch.

"There are lots of ways to stimulate your partner, Max.  
You can caress."  Aunt Marti gently stroked my right 
breast.  My nipple responded just like her nipple.

"You can pinch."  She pinched my nipple gently first with 
her fingers and then with her teeth.  My cock got harder.

"You can lick." She licked my belly and my breast 
languidly.  A shiver ran down my spine.

"You can suck." She sucked some of the skin on my belly 
into her mouth.  I thought she was going to give me a 
hickey but she just nipped it softly with her teeth as she 
let the skin go.  My balls ached as they tightened against 
my crotch. 

"You can blow."  She blew a stream of cool air across my 
belly and breast.  My skin tingled with delight.  

"You can combine all of them."  Aunt Marti assaulted my 
body with a continuous stream of licks, pinches, sucks and 
blows.  She never touched my cock but I desperately wanted 
to have an orgasm.  If she didn't jack me off I was going 
to have to do it myself.

"You can use other parts of you body, too." She caressed my 
cock shaft with a stiff nipple and then pressed her breasts 
around my cock to tit fuck me.  That was all it took.  I 
drenched her tits with a shower of cum.  Aunt Marti 
continued massage my cock with her breasts as my erection 
shrank.  When I was down to my normal un-erect state, she 
let my cock slip from between her breasts and licked most 
of the cum off her nipples.  

"Let's go to the bed, Max.  It will be more comfortable to 
continue the lessons there."

She lay down cross wise on the bed with her legs spread 
wide.  I started to climb between her legs hoping that was 
what she wanted me to do.  I was doomed to disappointment.

"You stay there for a while, Max.  We'll get to actual 
fucking tomorrow or the next day.  We have a lot of ground 
to cover before you get to putting your cock inside my 
cunt."

My cock was already responding to the sight of Aunt Marti's 
glistening slit   She looked hungrily at my rapidly 
inflating cock.  "On the other hand, you look like a bright 
pupil, maybe we'll get to fucking tonight."

She ran a finger along the slit between her cunt lips.  
"Now, it is time for a geography lesson on female anatomy, 
Max.  I want you to touch my clitoris."  She spread her 
lips apart with her hands.  It looked obscene and sexy at 
the same time.

I kneeled between her legs to look directly into Aunt 
Marti's split beaver.

I started reaching for the slight bump just above the two 
inner lips.  "Wait, Max," she said before I could touch 
her.  "Rule number one about touching a woman's genitals.  
Always use some type of lubricant before rubbing.  Nothing 
puts a woman out of the mood for sex faster than having her 
pussy rubbed raw by some eager young clod who thinks he's a 
stud.  You can use anything for a lubricant as long as it 
is water-soluble.  You can use spit for now.  Just wet your 
finger and then gently touch what you think is my clit."

I stuck my finger in my mouth to wet it before touching 
what I assumed was Aunt Marti's clit.

"Right first time, Max," she gasped.  "Now explore my pussy 
with your fingers and describe everything to me."

I spent the next twenty minutes running my fingers around 
every square inch of Aunt Marti's pussy.  I described 
everything that I saw and felt to her. By the time I was 
done the sheet below Aunt Marti's cunt was soaked, my balls 
ached, and my cock was hard as hell.  I wanted so much to 
fuck her that I had to make it happen that night.  I still 
wasn't sure she would say yes so I decided to turn her on a 
little more.  I removed my fingers from her pussy and 
replaced them with my tongue.

The effect on Aunt Marti was electric.  She wrapped her 
hands around the back of my head and tried to force my 
whole head into her cunt. Between gasps for air I managed 
to get even more aroused.  I finally managed to pull my 
face away from her tasty cunt.  "I want to fuck you, Aunt 
Mart," I panted.

"Put your cock in me, Max," she said huskily.  "Right now, 
Max."

She didn't need to tell me twice.  Aunt Marti's ass was 
right on the edge of the bed.  I stood up and thrust my 
cock into her hot wet cunt.  At least I tried.  I missed 
her hole as I stabbed blindly at her cunt and bent my cock.

Aunt Marti reached down to guide me into her hungry pussy.  
I almost came as my cock slid home.  I fought the urge to 
pump my cock in and out immediately in order to cum.  Aunt 
Marti recognized that I was operating with a hair trigger 
and stopped moving her hips to allow me to recover some 
self-control.

I stood with my cock buried in her cunt for what seemed 
like an hour, but was probably only a minute or two.  I 
slowly drew my cock out of her cunt and equally slowly 
pushed it back in.  I had never felt anything like it 
before.  This was not at all like masturbation.  After 
this, I would never be satisfied with mere masturbation.  
It would be like giving a starving man a single soda 
cracker instead of a steak.  I had my first taste of pussy 
and would never be satisfied with just a hand job from now 
on.

I continued to slowly fuck Aunt Marti, each stroke of my 
cock taking five or six seconds.  Aunt Marti rubbed her 
clit in time with my strokes.  I closed my eyes to lose 
myself in the sensations I was experiencing.

The sensations on my cock brought me back to the edge 
quicker than I anticipated.  Before I could stop to recover 
again, my cock was throbbing and pulsing as my cum shot 
into Aunt Marti's cunt.  There was nothing I could do to 
stop the orgasm.  I groaned and began to thrust furiously 
to completely drain my balls.  Aunt Marti fingered her clit 
in an attempt to cum also.

I felt drained as I slumped to my knees and rested my head 
against her naked thigh.  Aunt Marti grasped my head again.  
"Use your tongue on me, Max.  I'm so close to cumming I 
can't stand it!"

My face was once again forced into Aunt Marti's cunt.  I 
was licking her pussy furiously before it occurred to me 
that I was also lapping up my own cum.  I tried to pull 
back but my desire to please Aunt Marti was greater than my 
aversion.  I gave up and settled for keeping my tongue out 
of her cunt hole and concentrated on her clit.  In a few 
minutes her hips began to buck against my face as her 
orgasm seized control of her body. I continued to stimulate 
her clit as she abandoned control of her limbs to her 
sexual fervor.

Aunt Marti must have had several orgasms.  She gasped and 
writhed for a minute and then seemed to relax for a little 
bit.  But she continued to hold my face to her pussy and I 
continued to stimulate her clit with my tongue as she was 
wracked by one orgasm after another.

But suddenly, her hands fell away from the back of my head.  
I thought she wanted me to stop so I sat back on me heels 
and stretched my aching jaw muscles for a few seconds.  
Aunt Marti didn't move.

At first I thought she was just resting.  I stood up and 
saw that her eyes were closed.  Her body glistened with 
sweat in the light of the lantern.  She seemed to be 
asleep.  I stood up and shook her shoulder.  She didn't 
respond.  I felt a sliver of fear enter my thoughts.

"Aunt Marti!" I said loudly as I shook her shoulder a 
little harder.  She moaned softly.  I breathed a sigh of 
relief.

"Aunt Marti, are you all right?"

She opened her eyes and gazed at me blankly for a second.  
"God love you, boy.  If I were ten years younger I would 
marry you just so I could have that tongue of yours in my 
pussy every night."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that.

"Let's go to sleep, Max.  I think you've had enough lessons 
for tonight.  My pussy is too sore to do much more anyway.  
You shot your load too soon but that was partly my fault 
for letting you get too excited before I let you start 
fucking me.  You'll learn a little more control when you've 
fucked me a few more times."

Aunt Marti rolled over and crawled to the far side of the 
bed before lying down. "Hand me a towel, Max.  I've got cum 
leaking out of me and dripping all over the bed.  You get 
to sleep in the wet spot on that side.  I'm busy making my 
own wet spot on this one right now."

I got a towel from her suitcase and handed it to Aunt 
Marti.  She wiped the cum off her crotch before folding the 
towel in half and stuffing it between her thighs.  She then 
turned on her side and lay on her side to go to sleep.  I 
turned off the lantern and lay down beside her.  I had 
never felt so contented in my life.  I wondered what Aunt 
Marti would teach me tomorrow.

Continued in Cabin part 3b



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