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A Wonderful Experience
By mum's own admission, her sister was a couple of years
younger than her. Aunty was a doctor and had married a
colleague just as soon as she had finished her postgrad.
They had settled down in our state we were, but lived in
a different city about 400 kilometres away.
Every other year I'd make the pilgrimage to uncle &
aunty's house for the summer, returning rather reluctantly
a week before school reopened. They were childless and as
is wont with people afflicted thus by fate, they lavished
all their affection on me while I was there. Mum always
complained good-naturedly that she'd sent them a good boy
and they had returned a spoilt one ! I'd sleep late,
and wake up later AND eat ice creams every day !
And aunty would never chide me about eating my
vegetables.......reluctance to return home was
understandable.
It was the summer vacation from school and I was visiting
with them again. I was .. at the time and had recently
discovered the pleasure of masturbation. A double pleasure
because it also afforded me a way to relieve the ache
that would build up in my loins ever so frequently,
manifesting in the most embarassing quivering erections
at the most unexpected times...and situations !
Aunty was 35 and at 5'4", she was an inch taller than I.
Like mum, she was fair, a trait that wasn't passed on to
me....I was lighter skinned than dad but was nowhere near
as clear skinned as mum or aunty. I had their curly hair,
but where my curls were small and dense, aunty was blessed
with lighter and more bouncy auburn curls that she liked to
keep cropped down to her shoulders. She had the large,
deep brown and expressive eyes that seems to be an
identifying trait of southern women, and there was ever
a hint of a gentle laugh somewhere in their being.
Where she differed from mum was in her build....mum was
more, well .......... more mummyish....sort of 'pleasingly
plump' as dad would say of her. Aunty on the other hand
was slim. All in all, if you didn't actually know her
age, you would have mistaken her for a person much younger.
She was an obstetrician at the local government hospital
and when I was visiting, she made it a point to take a
few days off from work to relax as well as to give me
some company at home while I reestablished the bonds of
friendship with the children from our locality, who,
like me, would be home for the summer.
This year though, her break from work when I arrived
at aunty's home elicited none of the excitement or
joie-de-vivre of yesteryears. It meant less
privacy for me and my favourite pastime was all.
And the frustration of not being able to indulge
myself as often as I would have liked to made me
desperate for release.........trips to the toilet
became mysteriously longer as far as my aunt was
concerned, and she'd wonder aloud whether I was
falling off to sleep on the potty or in the tub,
because I looked so tired all the day long.
Night was my friend.....the only time during the whole
day that I could throw back the sheets, so to to speak !
I'd eagerly wait for uncle and aunty to retire because
then I'd be free of any vestige of anxiety about getting
caught with my hands under the sheets. The first orgasm
would invariably be a quick one, requiring just a few
short frantic strokes to total bliss. And I seldom lost
my erection despite firing several spurts over my belly
and chest.....there were times I hit the headboard with
a splat !
The night also transpired to be my nemesis in that
my secret sessions finally saw the light of day one
night ! I was on my third frig for the night, so the
strokes were slower and longer and my fingers stroked
and lingered over all those exquisitely sensitive areas
that I'd identified. I had the night light on so that
I could watch and enjoy too. It was as I reached down
behind my balls to tease my anus that I felt I was
no longer alone. I'd lifted my head off the pillow
to be able to reach down between my thighs, so I turned
my head back to see what had given me that presentiment.
I got the biggest shock of my entire life.
Framed in the doorway, and limned by the light from the
hallway, stood my aunty....barefeet and in her dressing
gown, watching me intently. I was too shocked to move at
first and then did so with great alacrity letting go of
my rapidly shrivelling member and reaching further down
between my thighs to raise the sheet back up and over
myself.
I heard a sigh and then the whisper of aunty's feet on
the carpet. I had averted my face guiltily so I saw her
only as she came around the bed, and then she sat down
right beside me. I lowered my gaze, refusing to
make eye contact as she whispered my name and finally
aunty reached down and gently lifted my chin in her hand,
compelling me to look at her. And then, looking right into
my eyes, she giggled. I turned what must have been an
interesting shade of beet and she said,
"It's OK to do it Kurl; you won't believe me I know,
but everybody does it ! And its nothing to be ashamed of !"
I remained silent with my gaze fixed at her chin ........
avoiding looking into her eyes. She gently pushed my
side till I got the idea and slid away from the side she
was sitting. Aunty lay down beside me, turning so that
she lay on her side, facing me. As I resolutely stared
straight ahead, she brought an arm over me to turn my face
to hers, and murmured,
"You poor dear ! Please don't look terrified Kurl !
I would never do anything to hurt you.....OK ?"
I nodded, wholly unconvinced, and my heart hammering in
my chest.
"Everybody.....your mum, me, uncle....EVERYONE does it Kurl,
and its nothing to be ashamed of !" And with a light laugh
she added, " Although I must admit none of us ever was caught
so in-flagrante delicto !!"
"Auntyyyy !" I softly protested.
She sighed and murmured softly, "Oh Kurl......" as she
gently rubbed the very tip of my hairless chin with the
backs of her fingers, "my poor baby."
Aunty raised herself up on an elbow and edged closer to
me so her face was directly above mine. A strange and
very erotic whiff wafted into my nostrils; it was similar
to, yet quaintly distinct from the smell in my crotch.
I had discovered that the smell from my own crotch was
very sensual, especially the smell beneath my foreskin
as I peeled it back. This was something similar and it
distracted me from the moment as I concentrated upon
it and endeavoured to trace its source.....in vain though.
I saw aunty's face come closer to mine as she turned some
more and I felt her knee swing over my thigh and come to
rest between my thighs as she raised herself over me,
leaning on an elbow on the one side of my head and the
other hand on the other side. I felt trapped ! And
THERE was that smell again, a much stronger whiff
this time. I felt strangely enveloped by aunty.
And then she leaned down kissed my sweaty brow
with a very moist and warm mouth.
I gasped at her touch and watched in horror as my
penis came to life and began to tent the sheet over
it. This was insane !! I was developing an erection
for my own aunt !! This time though, the guilt of it
had none of the softening effect on my penis and it
continued to rise, a mind of its own !
And then its rise was over and there it stood between us,
throbbing under the sheet, so rigid that it stood away from
my belly, the curve of it a clear sign of my obvious and
intense arousal ! And just as I was praying very hard
and willing aunty not to move, she did....and her thigh
grazed the underside of my rampant organ. I screwed my eyes
shut, waiting for that bolt of lightning from hell to turn
me into ashes. I waited a lifetime in my own dark and
terrified world and then I opened my eyes. Aunty was smiling
softly down at me. I averted my gaze from her pretty
face. She nudged my hardness again with her soft and very
warm thigh and my hips grew a mind of their own and ground
back. The corners of aunty's mouth curled up in delight
and she whispered so close I could feel the warmth of her
breath and smell the mint of her toothpaste
"Relax Kurl, let me help you."
She reached down between us and gently lifted the sheet
away from me as we both looked down. I was quivering I
think and I could feel the thud of my heart in my chest
and see it in the throb of my penis. The tip of its pink
head and the tiny 'eye' peeked out from the covering
and very tautly stretched foreskin. Aunty looked up at
me again and silently mouthed the word,
"WOW !"
Seeing my obvious embarassment at being exposed thus
to her gaze, she came closer to me, her soft and cool
cheek brushing my own hot one as she whispered in my ear,
"I know what you want Kurl. And I want to make you happy !"
and with that her soft cool fingers grazed over the
rampant head of my erection as her mouth kissed my ear.
I fucked my hips up involuntarily at the touch and my face
pressed harder against aunty's cheek, yearning for her
touch everywhere. I felt her cheek dimple up in a smile
and she kissed my ear softly again. The backs of her
fingers had been softly caressing the thick vein that
ran along the length of the underside of my penis,
going up and down slowly, just caressing. And then her
face was before mine once again, smiling, and as I
looked into her eyes, I felt the soft pads of her
fingers and palm curl around my erection as she held me.
Her hand felt soothingly cool against my excited organ
and I closed my eyes, shutting out the guilt, so I
could live in the moment. I felt aunty's thumb gently roll
across the underside of the head, back and forth, back
and forth; I relished in the sensation of a strange hand
upon me, fondling. And I realised that I wanted to watch
all of this. I opened my eyes and saw her looking down
at me, waiting, as she continued to caress my penis.
And then, still maintaining eye contact aunty began to
slowly peel back the taut foreskin. I moaned, my head
curved back into the pillow and my mouth fell open as I
gasped. Aunty moved the skin back up and then, once again
peeled it back a little more. And as I lay
there savouring the exquisite sensations, I felt the
warmth of aunty's breath come closer and then my open
mouth was enveloped by the wet warmth of aunty's mouth;
AND she peeled the foreskin back all the way as she
kissed me.....I moaned into her mouth as my hips fucked
my inflamed penis into the now warm sheath of her hand.
I did it again as I felt the slippery softness of aunty's
tongue lightly caress my lips before dipping into the
dry warmth of my mouth, licking here, licking there.
It was the sweetest torment of my life, having aunty
pleasure me with her mouth and her hand thus.
Her hand began a slow stroking, holding my penis firm,
and rubbing the underside of its head against her thigh
as she masturbated me. Her tongue matched the strokes of
her hand with deep invasions into my mouth.....suddenly my
mouth was watery and very wet and I was suckling on her
tongue as it slid in and out of me.
Just as suddenly, her mouth left mine. She looked down
at me as she frigged me as said,
"Let me look at you Kurl....you go ahead and just
enjoy yourself." She smiled again and said, "I
like the way your hips move...you obviously like
what I'm doing, don't you honey ?!"
We both looked down again and I saw the glisten of pre-cum
as a drop formed at the 'eye' and was then swabbed away
by the upsweep of the foreskin under her masturbating hand.
I was breathing in the short breaths that signal
an oncoming orgasm because aunty looked up from her
ministrations then she moved up and laid her cool
cheek against my fevered brow....it felt wonderful !
There we were, locked in a loose embrace with space
enough between us for her to continue tormenting me,
and yet so close I felt safe in there.
Her face turned and she kissed my forehead softly
and raising up a little, she asked, "Are you almost
there baby ?"
All I could manage was a moan and a desperate nod
....the slow rhythm continued, but the grip became a
little firmer, and she queried, "Better ?".
"Yess auntyyyyy...please don't stop, pleeeease !"
"I won't stop till you want me to darling," She said.
I felt her hand speed up a little and in a haze I
could discern that she was breathing faster too now.
I was huffing from my mouth when I felt aunty begin
to suckle on my lower lip and then her mouth grazed
over my cheek, coming to a rest near my ear, and she
whispered,
"Enjoy it honey ! Just let me know when you're going
to orgasm.....I want to watch that, OK ?"
I nodded tightly and as my muscles began bunching up
for the impending explosion, I hissed through
gritted teeth,
"Oh My God, Auntyyyyyyyy.....!!"
I felt aunty raise up and look down between us at
her frantically masturbating hand. I looked down
and I could see the pink head and the 'eye' winking
at me as she stroked my penis. And then it was
upon me......I tried to double up as my orgasm hit
me, but all I succeeded in doing was jam my forehead
against aunty's cheek as she looked down to where her
hand was stroking me; my hips raised up off the bed
in sharp little fucking motions that I'd never noticed
before. The constant friction of the underside of my
cock's head finally sparked a fire that spread down my
erection and went deep into its root and there it set
off the beginnings of those delightful spasms. I realised
that exquisite feeling of helplessness as I tipped over
and into the biggest orgasm of my life.
My hips stayed in mid air and I was treated to the
wondrous sight of my penis being expertly and rapidly
frigged a foot from my own eyes. And then the throbs
were rising up from the root of my erection bringing
my seed up with them. My head was thrown back and my
hips bucked against my aunt's hand and then I started
spurting.........
The first one a thin jet of almost clear, opalescent
fluid that shot straight up out into the air.....I
heard aunty sigh against my chest as the next one jetted
out, all white and thick. Followed by another and another
and another...each one bringing a groan and a fucking
spasm from me, till I was finally spent. My belly,
crotch and thighs, and aunty's hand were messy with
the semen I'd given up in those few seconds.
Aunty continued to stroke my softening member with two
fingers and a thumb...each upstroke causing a spasm in
my belly as the 'aftershocks' slowly receded. And then
I felt her hand leave me as she reached down and
re-covered me with the sheet and then brought her hand
up to cuddle me as I drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep.
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