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One Hot Summer
Chapter 3
Auntie
Over the next couple of weeks, we rendezvoused several more
times for card lessons. The events of the first lesson were
not mentioned or alluded to at all. Sandy was fully dressed
each time, and I actually learned to play gin fairly well.
After Sandy had been with us for almost a month, one night
she invited me for cards when my folks were out of the
house. When I arrived at her sitting room at the appointed
time, I found her curled up on her chaise loungs, clad in a
bathrobe, and sound asleep. As I turned to tiptoe out again,
she groaned slightly, and shifted her position. As she
moved, one side of her robe fell open, exposing her right
side, from breast to pubis. I stood frozen in place, unable
to move, or even breath. She was the first real woman I'd
ever seen, and to me she was breathtaking. Her small, round,
taut breast was topped by a perfect brown nipple about a
inch across, proud and erect. Her trim body was exquisitely
proportioned, with soft, round, hips, and a flat stomach.
Her mons was covered with fleecy brown, almost reddish hair.
Her skin was smooth and soft looking. The urge to reach out
and touch her was almost unbearable. As I stood rooted to
the spot staring at her, she stirred and opened her eyes. As
she rose to consciousness, her hand swept over and closed
her robe without a trace of embarrasment. She smiled up at
me, and I guess I blushed. Her eyes moved downward, and the
impish grin of three weeks ago creased her face.
Suddenly I became aware of my tumescent state, as was she.
She looked up at me and said "Well, here you go again.
You're as bad as my brothers!"
With that she sat upright, and reached for my hand, pulling
me toward her. When I was directly in front of her, she
lowered the zipper on my shorts, and reached her hand
inside. As her hand drew my shaft from its confinement, I
groaned with ecstasy. She looked at the distended purplish
knob at the end of my penis with undisguised pleasure, then
glanced up at me.
"You really are delicious" she said with a tremor. Before I
could register a conscious thought, she placed the tip of my
throbbing organ between her lips, and ran her tongue along
the bottom. Immediately it jerked in her hand and began to
spurt gobs of goo, first into her mouth, then onto her face
as she held it tightly.
When it finally stopped erupting, she looked up, smiled her
impish smile, and said, "Well, we're gonna have to teach
this monster a little patience if its gonna make a lady
happy."
Both of us had been so absorbed that we failed to hear
footsteps outside the sitting room door. One of us, I don't
remember which, became aware that we weren't alone.
Something caused me to turn toward the door, and when I did,
my blood froze. There, in the doorway, frozen in her tracks
with her mouth agape, was my spinster aunt. Before her
glassed over eyes was a sight the like of which she had
never seen in any of her 51 years. Me with a still partially
erect penis, firmly in the grip of Sandy, whose face, and
hair was covered , and whose lips were dripping, cum. We
stared at each other for what seemed an eternity, each
frozen into immobility.
Finally, the impasse was broken when the poor lady slumped
to the floor in a dead faint.
Sandy stood up at once, a look of horror on her stricken
face. She walked quickly toward the bathroom, pausing only
to motion me to help my aunt who was lying rather awkwardly
in the doorway. I stuffed my now flaccid organ onto my
shorts, pulled up the zipper, and walked over to auntie. I
reached down and gently laid her flat on the floor, my mind
racing, my heart pounding.
Sandy returned from the bathroom and looked at auntie on the
floor. "Jesus, what do we do now? Is she alright?"
I knelt down next to the supine lady, searching frantically
for some sign of life. To my imense relief, I could hear her
snoring gently, and see the rise and fall of her chest.
"Yea, I think she's ok." I said.
Sandy looked at me, and at auntie, and said, "Well, you
better get her to her room."
I nodded dumbly at her, and reached down to pick auntie up
off the floor. She was surprisingly light, and I picked her
up with little effort. I moved out into the hallway and
toward the guest bedroom in the front of the house. I
watched her face as I carried her. It was a young face for a
woman of 51. Auntie was not very tall, maybe 5'1", and she
was not heavy. I would call her matronly. Her short black
hair was sprinkled with grey. She had rather large breasts
for a woman her size, and I always had the impression that
they embarrassed her. She always wore "old lady" clothes to
hide her figure, and she was kind of a shy, quiet person.
I walked into the guest bedroom, and placed auntie on the
closest bed, placing her head gently on the pillow. I
attempted to straighten her clothing out, and I untied and
removed her shoes.
Sandy walked in right behind me, and I could see tears
streaking her face. "What do we do now?" she whispered to
herself.
I looked down at auntie, and only two possible conclusions
came to mind, she would wake up and kill us, or she would
tell my father and HE would kill us. Either way, we were
dead meat.
Sandy sobbed quietly, and I put my arm around her. She
heaved a sigh, and said, "Well, I guess tomorrow I'm gone,
one way or another. I think I'll go to bed."
She turned to leave, then paused, and said "Why don't you
get her under the covers, maybe she'll think it was all a
dream...", then she left.
I turned back to auntie, and thought about Sandy's advice.
Well, it wasn't much, but it was all we had.
Out of a peculiar sense of modesty, I reached over the bed
and turned out the light. The only light in the room came
from the hallway outside. I reached down and began to
unbutton aunties dress, praying that she would stay out
until I finished. I freed all the buttons quickly, and as
gently as I could I removed her dress.
I walked over to her dresser, and fumbled for a nightgown. I
pulled out a granny type nightdress, and walked back to the
bed. Auntie was laying on her back, dressed in panties and
bra. For the first time I noticed just how large her breasts
were. They filled a pair of ample cups to overflowing. My
eyes moved down across her flat stomach to a pair of broad
matronly hips, and a pair of legs that were a whole lot
better than I thought they'd be. As I looked at her, I felt
a stirring, then I mentally admonished myself to stick to
the job at hand.
Gently I reached beneath her back and fumbled for the catch
of her bra. The damn thing was two inches wide, and must've
had 5 hooks on it. This was gonna be a two handed job! I
reached my other hand around her back to help, and finally I
got the damn thing loose. Gently I pulled the straps off her
arms, and her very large breasts came free. They were really
beautiful! Large, and soft, with huge dark nipples. As they
came free of the cups, they pillowed back on her chest like
great cushions. By this time I had an erection, and there
wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I was straddling
her on the bed, and I was conscious of my erection pushing
into aunties soft belly. And I wasn't the only thing that
was erect. The tips of her nipples were standing up like
soldiers on parade! "Unusual for a sleeping woman." I
thought. My eyes moved up to aunties face, and I let out an
audible gasp of surprise! Staring back at me were two very
wide open eyes!
Without a word she reached her arms up around my neck and
pulled my face down to hers. Her hungry lips pressed against
mine, and her tongue forced itself into my mouth. I
straightened my legs out and lay full length on her.
Effortlessly, her legs parted and her knees lifted up. Her
pelvis rocked up toward me, and she locked her feet behind
my thighs. With one hand I pushed my shorts down, and freed
my pulsating shaft. At the same time, her hand reached down
between our straining bodies and guided my cock toward her.
She used the head of my cock to push her soaked panties to
one side, and then giuded it toward her vagina. As it pushed
roughly past her lips and plunged inside her, she loosened
her liplock, and groaned in ecstasy.
Until my dying day I'll remember the exquisite feeling of
entering my first woman, and what a woman she was. She
started an orgasm when I was only halfway in, and her vulva
gripped my cock without mercy for a full minute, spasming
rhythmically despite the brutal, insistent thrusting of an
inexperienced 14 year old boy. With each spasm she mewed
gently, like a little cry mixed with joy and desperation. As
her spasming died, she gripped me fiercely with her arms and
legs, and heaved sobs. Her grip was so strong that it
quieted my desperate juvenile thrusting, and I sank my huge
cock deep into her liquid center, where she held it tightly,
and caressed it with the tiny muscles of her vagina. In a
short time she began a gently rocking of her hips, without
loosening her grip, pushing her clit into the base my rigid
cock. I could my orgasm rising, and I could feel hers at the
same time. In a lifetime of trying, I've never been able to
duplicate the feeling. After a minute or two of intense
feeling, she began to come. As her vagina tightened around
my cock she literally sucked the cum out of my balls, and we
held each other in a death grip as we poured our life into
each other.
After the last spasm, our grips loosened, and we collapsed
into each other's arms. I manages to roll off her, and
promptly fell asleep. After a while, she woke me with a
nudge, and put her fingers to my lips to silence me.
"Your parent's car just entered the driveway" she whispered.
I rose from the bed, and fumbled for my shorts. I pulled
them on and moved quickly up the stairs to my room.
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