From al_steiner@hotmail.com Sat Mar 13 00:50:04 1999
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: {NEW} Aunt Jessica by Al Steiner (Fm, inc)
From: al_steiner@hotmail.com
Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 05:50:04 GMT

My first new one in a couple of weeks so go easy on me.  I seem to have been
suffering from writer's block in regards to erotic fiction though I've been
going full steam ahead on my other writings. As always send comments, good or
bad, to al_steiner@hotmail.com  All legitimate email will be answered.

AUNT JESSICA
By Al Steiner

Like everyone else on Earth, I remember the first time I ever got myself laid.
To say that it was anti-climatic would be an understatement but, since it
directly led to the second time I got myself laid, I consider it to be
worthwhile, even though I'd like to forget it in other ways.

Her name was Debby Magleson and she was a slut, probably still is if she's not
dead of AIDS by now.  I didn't seduce her with my charm, or overwhelm her with
my personality, but was simply one of more than twelve guys she fucked that
night.

I was fifteen years old and at a party at an older friend's house that summer.
A keg was there, as were plenty of joints and pipes full of potent marijuana.
The music was blasting and I was pleasantly fucked up on both of the above-
mentioned substances.  I'd seen Debby making the rounds and I knew her by
reputation.  She was attractive in a skanky sort of way, her large jiggling
tits obviously unencumbered by a brassiere, her bright, bleached-blonde hair
marking her position like a beacon, her gorgeous legs on display beneath a
leather mini-skirt.  She was pounding beers like there was no tomorrow and
smoking out of every marijuana-dispensing device that was passed her way.  She
was rubbing herself on every available male body and not even bothering to act
outraged when someone grabbed her tits or ran their hand up her skirt.

At some point, while I was working on perhaps my ninth beer and taking a hit
off of my third or fourth joint, someone tapped me on the shoulder.  It was
Jeff, my best friend.  He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Dude," He told me excitedly. "Debby's up in one of the bedrooms pullin' a
fuckin' train!"

Now I had never been officially laid at that point in my life, as I've
mentioned.  I'd had a few shy girlfriends that had allowed me to feel their
tits, usually through their clothing but on one memorable occasion under her
bra, but as for vaginal contact, I'd yet to even insert my finger into one.
I'd never even seen one in the flesh before.

Despite the prospects of actually getting into some puss, I was nervous and
scared at the thought of going upstairs and fucking Debby.  I felt I was way
out of my league and I didn't really want to do it but peer pressure and the
fear of being called a faggot soon found me standing in line behind three
other guys outside the upstairs bedroom.  Behind me, the line continued to
form, a group of teenaged guys hooting and howling drunkenly, patting each
other on the back, and passing around a pipe full of greenbud.

Jack Simpson, a senior came out of the bedroom just in front of me.  He was
grinning and buttoning his pants as he came.

"What a fuckin' slut!" He cried triumphantly to the assembled crowd, picking
the pipe out my hand and taking a large hit.  He clapped me on the back. "Go
get her Jase," He said.  "You're next!"

I really wanted to back out of this but the people behind me, who now numbered
five guys, all started chanting "Ja-son! Ja-son! Ja-son!"

I was stuck.  I entered the dimly lit bedroom and shut the door behind me.
Debbie was lying on the bed in the room stark naked, her pretty legs spread,
a large wet spot on the covers beneath her.  Her tits were somewhat flabby I
saw and her pubic hair was black as night, a stark contrast to the hair on
her head.  The smell in the room almost made me barf, the thick smell of
semen and pussy carried exponentially beyond the point where they are an
attractant. Debby's mini-skirt, panties, and the rest of her clothes were
bundled in a pile next to the bed.

She looked up at me, smiling.  "Come on Mikey."  She said, her words thick
with intoxication, calling me by a name that wasn't mine. "You're number
seven baby."  She spread her vaginal lips, which were drooling a thick
mixture of white sperm. "Come fuck me."

Despite all of the negative connotations of the experience, my dick was hard
and ready for action.  After all, Debby was a girl I'd imagined fucking more
than once, a girl I'd stroked myself off to.  She was naked and spread and I
was looking at my first female sex organ in great detail.

"C'mon." She repeated impatiently. "Get those pants off and climb aboard."

I dropped my pants, revealing my five-incher to her gaze.  She appraised it
for a moment as I approached the bed.  She shrugged her shoulders. "Seen
better, seen worse," She commented, holding out her arms to me.

I climbed aboard nervously, not sure of what I should do, but Debby knew. 
She grasped my hard-on and inserted into her slimy pussy.  I was more than a
little disgusted by how wet it was in there when my mind informed me WHY it
was so wet.  I was slamming in and out of the sperm of six previous guys. 
But at the same time her pussy felt pretty good as my hips took up the
instinctive rhythm.  I could feel her clenching on me and I could feel the
friction of intercourse.  It was far from unpleasant but it was nothing like
what I'd envisioned in my fantasies either.

My greatest fear prior to my first fuck had been that I would shoot off
within six or seven seconds out of sheer ecstasy.  It was the opposite that
actually happened.  Though the friction was nice it did not feel as good as
my own hand did and it was not nearly enough to send me over the edge by
itself.  I slammed and banged away in her for nearly fifteen minutes, knowing
in the back of my mind that the previous average had been about four minutes.
 When the guy in line behind me began banging on the bedroom door, telling me
to hurry the fuck up, I didn't find it any easier to concentrate.

As for Debby, she was no help either. She laid there impassively, giving no
indication that she was enjoying what I was doing to her.  She could have been
filling out a tax form for all the interest she was showing.

Finally I felt a rubbery spasm shoot up my spine and I shot a weak load inside
of her.  She moaned as I did this, not even faking well, and a minute later I
was getting dressed, wiping the accumulated goo off my wang with a towel I
found laying around.

I was cheered when I exited the room but cursed too.

"Jesus fucking Christ Jason!" Jeff exclaimed. "How many times did you fuck the
cunt? You were in there for fuckin' near a half hour."

"Hey." I said, putting on my best nonchalance face. "Some of us don't blast
off like a fuckin' rocket when we touch a cunt. Some of us like to enjoy it."

There were cries of "Ohhhh." And "Ahhhhh," from my words.

My relief entered the room and I found myself downstairs again, smoking out
and drinking, describing my experience with 'the slut' to those that had gone
before me.  To my surprise I found myself a minor legend for the amount of
time I'd spent in there.  I would be lying if I said that I didn't relish it.

Debby's train pulling was the talk of the school for the next few weeks.  The
girls were disgusted by it.  The guys that hadn't been involved were envious.
Those of us that had been were heroes.  I enjoyed my brief stint at celebrity
status.  And then Lisa Smatterford turned up pregnant one day and everyone had
something else to talk about.  Life went on and Debby was mostly forgotten.
Until one memorable day.

As luck would have it, Aunt Jessica was the only person home when I first
realized, in graphic detail, that I had myself a problem.

Jessie, as she insisted I call her, was my father's youngest sister.  She was
nineteen at the time, four years older than me, the product of my grandfather
and grandmother's use of antibiotics and birth control pills at the same time
at a part of their life when they'd thought children were far behind them.
Born a full sixteen years after my father, the second youngest child of that
family, Jessica was more like a daughter to my parents than anything else.

Like many children born to older parents, she had a self-esteem problem, a
problem made worse by the fact that she had a tendency to be overweight.  When
I was fifteen, Jessie was about a hundred and seventy pounds on a five-five
frame. She was chunky but not grotesquely so.  Her image of herself however,
was that she was hideously overweight, that no man would ever want her.

She was nice and we had always gotten along reasonably well.  It seemed that
I was the only one she could really relate to in any form since I was the
closest member of the family to her own age.  My younger brother was four
years younger than me and still lost in childhood.  My father, her closest
sibling, was sixteen years older than she was and in the midst of an entirely
different generation.  My mother was fourteen years older than she was and in
the same circumstances.  Jessie and I had always liked the same kinds of
music, used the same terminology in discussions, had always played together
since we were small children.

The year before, just after Jessie had graduated high school, she'd enrolled
in cosmetology school at a local community college and had asked my parents
if she could move in with us for a while until she got her certification. 
She hadn't been getting along with her parents, who'd grown up in the post
world war II era, and thought she might be happier with younger guardians. 
My parents had reluctantly agreed to this plan and Jessie had been installed
in our guest bedroom.

She'd been a little distant with me since she'd moved in, probably due to our
four-year age difference at that part of our lives.  She was after all an
adult now and I was still a sophomore in high school.  But we used to talk
all the same, watch TV together, and she had even written me notes a few
times, forging my mother's signature expertly, when I'd cut school and needed
them.

About three and a half weeks after fucking Debby, just when I'd thought my
life was returning to normal, I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold
sweat. My glands were swollen both in my neck and in my crotch.  My muscles
ached distantly.  I felt like I was coming down with the flu.  What kind of
crappy shit was this? I wondered angrily.  Summer vacation had just started
three days before.  This was certainly no time to get sick.  I remember that
my dick had felt a little strange, a little sensitive to touch or to move.  I
didn't think anything about it at the time.  I simply laid in a restless
slumber, drifting in and out of sleep until about 9:00 the next morning.

When I finally dragged myself out of bad that morning I felt a little better.
The muscle aches had retreated to a dull throb, the swelling in the glands,
while still present, was tolerable.  My penis however, was aching in a way I'd
never experienced before and my bladder was quite full.

I got up and headed for the bathroom, looking at the clock and noting the time
as I went.  I'd slept in a little.  My parents would both be at work but
Jessie, who was also out of school for the semester would be home.  I could
even hear the faint sound of the TV from the living room.  I threw a robe
around my body and trotted to the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I parted my robe, pushed my underwear down and fished out my wang.  As I'd
done a million times in my life, I pushed my bladder muscles, intending to
spray a jet of urine into the toilet.  This time, however, something was
different.

The pain is like nothing you can imagine if you have not been through it.  It
felt like someone had lit a blowtorch inside of my cock while dragging a
string imbedded with broken glass out at the same time.  The burning
sensation centered in my urethra and quickly spread up into my abdomen and
down into my legs.  My balls tried to suck up into my body with the pure
agony.	In my entire fifteen years of life I'd never imagined pain this
intense.  I quickly realized that my urination was causing it and tried to
halt it, clamping shut the muscles that control that bodily function.  This
was a bad mistake.  That only made me spray urine all over the floor and the
toilet while increasing the pain considerably.

At the top of my lungs I screamed, "Ahhhhhhhh! Ohhhhh!  Goddddd! Oh! God!
Jesus!  What the....!! Ahhhhhhhh!"

Piss sprayed everywhere in that bathroom.  I fell to the floor in sheer agony,
spraying urine around the base of the toilet, against the bottom of the
cabinets, over my leg.  Vaguely, while I was in the midst of this agony, I
heard someone pounding on the bathroom door.

"Jason?" Jessie's voice enquired, alarmed at my screams. "Are you all right?
What's going on?"

Finally the piss dribbled to a halt and the pain receded, leaving me feeling
like there was still broken glass in my cock, but that it would only hurt if I
moved or pissed again.  I was panting with exertion, my face sweaty, my hands
gripping my dick, choking it, my legs pulled tight against my body, my skin
soaked with pee.

"Jason?" Jessie yelled, pounding on the door again.

"I'm okay." I squeaked, out of breath. "It's nothing."

"What happened?" She asked nervously.

"Nothing!" I yelled through the door. "I'm okay."

She said nothing else so I'd figured she'd gone away.  I cleaned myself off
with a towel and then cleaned the bathroom up, trembling at the thought of
having to piss again.  What the hell was going on?  Why did it hurt so bad to
piss?  What would I do the next time I had to piss?

When I felt I was in order I opened the bathroom door and found Jessie still
standing on the other side of it, her face worried, her body covered by a robe
of her own.  She stared at me.

"What the hell was all of that screaming about?"  She asked.

I was surprised to see her still standing there but recovered quickly.
"Nothing."  I told her.  "A male problem."

"A male problem?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "What's that supposed to
mean?"

"Nothing!" I insisted. "I'm okay!"

"You sound a little hysterical to me." She replied, not letting it drop. "And
you're kinda pale and sweaty. C'mon, tell me what happened? You look sick and
you sounded like someone was killing you."

I looked at her for a moment, my mind whizzing. It was embarrassing to
discuss one's urinary problems with one's aunt but I had to tell someone.
What was I going to do when I had to piss again? I simply could not take that
kind of pain every two hours.  Maybe she would know what to do about it.

"Well," I said, blushing. "When I went in there to, you know...."

"Piss?" She asked bluntly. Strangely, this made it easier to talk to her.

"Right." I said. "It hurt like hell when I peed. I've never felt anything like
that before."

"It sounds like you have a UTI." She said.

"A what?"

"A urinary tract infection." She said. "Women get them all the time. It makes
it hurt when you pee, though usually not as bad as it sounds like it was
hurting you."

"How did I get that?" I wanted to know. Infected seemed a terrible thing for a
urinary tract to be.

"It just happens." She said, bidding me to follow her. "You need to drink a
lot of water to help dilute your pee.  That way it won't hurt so badly.  It's
kinda strange though, guys don't usually get them." She chuckled. "Usually
when a guy has pain like that it's because of...." She stopped, her eyes
widening, fixing me with an accusatory stare.

"What?" I asked uncomfortably.

"Have you had sex with anyone in the last month or so?" She asked pointedly.

"What?" I asked, not getting her. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Have you?" She insisted.

"Well, uh, yeah, I guess."

"You guess?" She asked.

"Okay I did." I admitted. "About three weeks ago."

"I don't suppose you wore a rubber?"

"No, not really." I shook my head, starting to see where this was heading now.

"And was this, by chance, with a girl who, shall we say, gets around?"

I nodded.

"You got the clap." She told me.  "Gonorrhea."

I let this sink in.  I had VD. Me! Wasn't it just my kind of luck that the
first time I'd ever gotten laid I would contract a vicious sexually
transmitted disease?  Fortunately this was 1982 and, while AIDS existed it
was still mostly confined to homosexual men, IV drug addicts, and
hemophiliacs at that time. It had yet to work it's way to skanky teenaged
girls that pulled trains at high school parties.

"How do I get rid of it?" I asked Jessie.  "Does it just go away? How long
will it take?"

"It doesn't just go away." She told me, continuing her trip downstairs with me
in tow. "You need to go to a doctor and get penicillin."

I was instantly filled with horror. "But Mom and Dad will find out if I do
that!  I can't go to the doctor by myself!  Holy shit, can you imagine how
they'll react to this?"

"Yep." She answered sadly, though not without sympathy. She knew where I was
coming from. My parents were about as straight-laced as they came. I had once
been grounded for a month when the police had caught me and some friends
drinking beer in a city park. If they found out about this, they'd probably
ship me off to a military school.

"You gotta help me." I pleaded with her.

And so she did. To this day I remain impressed at what she did. My parents had
Kaiser insurance for the family so she called a clinic and told them that her
"son" was having painful urination and needed an immediate appointment to be
seen.  They told her to bring the lad in at 1:30 that day.  At about 10:30 she
went upstairs and got ready.

Now under ordinary circumstances, Jessie looked like what she was, a nineteen-
year old.  When she emerged from her bedroom that day, the change was
startling.  She was dressed in some of my mother's clothes; a skirt and blouse
that no one under the age of forty would be caught dead wearing.  Her make-up
had been applied skillfully to hide the youthful look in her face.  Her hair
had been styled in the fashion of a middle-aged woman and streaked with gray.
She looked like a forty-year old woman.  To complete the illusion she carried
my mother's large purse on her arm, a purse big enough to carry a bowling ball
in if she so desired.

"What do you think?" She smiled, turning so I could see her.

"Out a fuckin' sight." I said, so astounded by the change that I momentarily
forgot the fact that my bladder was uncomfortably full again and that soon I
would have to endure the pain of urination once more.

"See what cosmetology school teaches you?" She said. "I've done this before
when I wanted to go out to bars and drink.  Although usually I don't make
myself look THIS old.  Do you think the Kaiser people will buy it?"

"I think they will." I told her confidently.

They did.  They bought it lock, stock, and barrel thanks to Jessie's skillful
use of makeup and fashion and thanks to our acting ability.  She pretended to
be the naive mother bringing her child in for a possible UTI.  She even
expressed puzzlement at the fact that a male had managed to get one.

"Don't you think that's a little strange doctor?" She'd asked, seemingly
puzzled.

The doctor, who after hearing the symptoms undoubtedly knew what the REAL
problem was, agreed with her condescendingly.  He asked her to wait outside
while he examined me.  Once she was out of the room he began asking about my
sexual history, implying, though not actually saying, that what I told him was
confidential.

I played up my part admirably, if I do say so myself. I hemmed and hawed for a
while, swearing that I was as virginal as the driven snow.  Finally I
reluctantly admitted having had sexual contact three weeks before.

He examined my dick, squeezing it with a gloved hand and pointing out some
milky discharge to me that seeped out the end.  He told me in graphic detail
about the VD germs contained in that discharge and what they could do to my
reproductive system.  His intent was to scare me and he did a good job of it.
I vowed to never fuck another chick without a condom or maybe two of them
protecting my manhood.  He had me lay back on the table while he inserted a
long Q-tip looking thing into my penis.  Now you wouldn't think that something
like a cotton swab would hurt too badly.  It does.  It felt like he'd put in a
fourteen-gauge wire that had been heated to glowing red with a bic lighter.  I
did my best to stifle my screams.

He put the Q-tip into a plastic bag and sent it off to the lab for analysis.
He had me give a urine sample, which forced me to stifle another set of
screams.  He then went out to talk to my "mother".

Again she performed her role well, although I didn't actually get to see it.
She changed from the concerned, naive mother to the outraged, scandalized
mother that was worried about what would happen if the church group ever
found out about this.  When she re-entered the room behind the doctor she had
a pissed-off-but-holding-the-outburst-for-now expression on her face.  The
doc told us he would wait for the lab results and then initiate treatment. 
He left the room, closing the door behind him.

Jessie and I talked conspiratorially between ourselves once we were alone. 
We compared notes and concluded that they were buying everything.  They were
undoubtedly outside that door talking amongst themselves about the reaming
that I was getting.

When the doctor returned twenty minutes later we put back on our acting
faces; her's the pissed off mother, mine the recently reamed teenager.	He
told me that I did in fact have gonorrhea and that he was prescribing me with
some penicillin pills and a urinary tract analgesic.  But before I left I
would need to get a penicillin shot.

Again I was fooled by the words.  When he said "shot" he did not mean a
simple poke in the upper arm with a small syringe.  I knew I was in trouble
when the nurse came in and asked my "mother" to please leave the room for a
minute. When Jessie was outside the nurse produced a large syringe capped
with a needle that looked big enough in diameter to convert into a ballpoint
pen.

"Okay." The nurse said, smiling. "Please stand up and lift up your gown."

"You can't do that in my arm?" I asked, eyeing the syringe nervously.

She shook her head firmly. "Nope." She said.  "I need the butt.  You see,
this stuff is pretty thick, about as thick as syrup as a matter of fact.  It
tends to tear up the muscles a little so we have to put it somewhere where
there's a lot of muscle to spare.  I'm gonna put half of it in the left cheek
and half in the right."

When Jessie and I picked up my prescriptions at the pharmacy later I chose to
stand while we were waiting.  My ass felt like someone had injected molten
lead into the cheeks.

So the long and short of the story is that we got away with it.  To this day
my parents have no idea that I ever contracted VD (as did six of the other
members of our train that night).  As we drove home from the clinic that day,
me sick to my stomach from the penicillin shot and trying to avoid putting
any weight on my tender cheeks, I told Jessie gratefully that I owed her a
big one.

She had a twinkle in her eye as said, "You sure do.  And I'll have to think of
something good for repayment."

I healed up from my bout with a STD.  The pain gradually diminished thanks to
the pills that numbed my urinary tract (and turned my piss bright orange as a
side effect, forcing me to wash my own underwear lest my mother wonder why
there were orange stains on them).   During this period I noticed a dramatic
change in my relationship with Jessie.  She was no longer distant with me but
took every opportunity to converse in an adult manner with me.  We had long,
intimate conversations in which she told me her hopes, her dreams, her fears,
her desires.  Gradually we worked up to sexual topics.  She told me that she
was still, at nineteen, a virgin although, and she said this with a queer
smile, her hymen was no longer intact thanks to the miracles of modern
technology, C batteries, and anonymous mail order catalogs.

She asked me frequently about my sexual experiences, seeming fascinated even
by MY limited amount of experience, and I answered her questions truthfully,
feeling a strange closeness with her after our snow job at the Kaiser clinic.
She expressed disgust at Debbie the train-puller and even at me for going
along with peer pressure and doing such a disgusting thing in the first
place.

"Was it really worth it?" She asked me, exasperated.

"No." I said, remembering the scant pleasure I'd derived from the encounter
and contrasting it with the hideous pain that the infection had produced.  It
was the kind of pain that can almost make you believe that there IS a God and
that He does not in fact approve of promiscuous behavior.

She also became a little flirty with me.  She would appear in the mornings
dressed in her robe and would occasionally give me quick, seemingly careless
glances of her body beneath it.  She would lean over for a moment allowing me
to catch a glimpse of her dangling breasts.  Or she would uncross her legs for
a moment allowing me the briefest flash of her brown bush between them.  These
incidents happened a little too often for me to believe that they were
accidents.  She would rub my shoulders and back while I was watching TV in the
afternoons, always succeeding in giving me a hard-on.

My libido returned to normal once the pain of the VD had faded away.  I found
myself envisioning Jessie squirming beneath me as I stroked myself off in the
middle of the night in the privacy of my room.	The fact that she was my aunt
played a big part in these fantasies.  This fact made her much more than just
a living, breathing, older female who had told me more than once that she was
dying to get laid but had a hard time talking to most guys. This made her
TABOO, a powerful, I found, attractant.  I wasn't supposed to want her.  That
made me want her all the more.

Three weeks after our initial appointment at the med-clinic I had to return
for a re-check.  Jessie once again donned my mother's clothes, put on heavy
make- up, and accompanied me to the chamber of horrors.  Once again a Q-tip
was inserted into my dick, causing me extreme pain, and once again I
submitted a urine sample.  When the results came back it was official.	I was
disease free.  After being given a stern lecture by the doctor on sexual
abstinence and condom use, I was released.

We arrived back at the house about 2:30 that afternoon.  I sat down to watch
TV while Jessie went upstairs to change out of my mother's clothes and remove
all of the make-up.  She came back down about thirty minutes later, her hair
wet from a shower, her body covered with her white robe.  She sat next to me
on the couch.  I picked up right away that she seemed a little nervous and
twitchy.

"What's wrong Jess?" I asked her

She hesitated for a moment and then blurted, "Do you remember when we were
talking about sex?"

We had talked many times about sex since my VD experience; it had become a
favorite topic of discussion.

"Sure." I said carefully.

"Well," She said, "It's just that... well, I'm nineteen years old and I've
never even been kissed by a guy before."  She shook her head sadly. "I'm so
fat and ugly that no one will ever want to kiss me.  Here you are, fifteen
years old and you've already had more experience than I have."

"You're not fat and ugly." I protested, and it was true. Sure she was a
little chunky, sure her face was plain, sure she would never grace the pages
of Playboy or Hustler, sure her ass was not one that men stared after as it
went down the street, but she was far from ugly.  People did not wince in
disgust at the sight of her, they did not automatically rule her out as a
partner based on her looks.  She just felt that they did.  "I think you're
very pretty."

"You're sweet Jason," She said. "But I never saw you putting any moves on me."

"You're my aunt for Christ sakes." I told her. "I'm not supposed to be putting
any moves on you. Besides," I added, "You're four years older than me. You
wouldn't be interested in me anyway."

She stared at me. "Maybe I would be interested in you." She said softly.

"What?" I asked, surprised, scared.

"Will you kiss me?" She asked.

"Kiss you?"

"Do you remember when you told me that you owed me one?  Well that's my
payment.  I want you to kiss me.  A French kiss like you gave your
girlfriends.  Just so I can see what its like."

"Okay." I said weakly, feigning nonchalance but inwardly excited at the
thought of putting my mouth on hers.

I leaned towards her on the couch and her arms came around me.  I put my arms
around her, feeling the soft cotton of her robe and the softer curves of her
body beneath me. Her breasts pushed loosely into my chest, her thighs pushed
against mine through my jeans.  She smelled of shampoo and feminine soap, her
breath wafting the odor of toothpaste and mouthwash in my face.  Her eyes were
shining as my mouth made contact with her lips, her tongue hesitantly reaching
out to touch mine.

She gripped me tightly, her hands massaging my back as our tongues swirled
together on a film of saliva.  I felt my forearms pushing against the swells
of her breasts through her robe.  Her kisses were inexperienced, even to my
nearly equally inexperienced mouth but she more than made up for her lack of
sophistication with enthusiasm.  She sucked my tongue and my lips and I did
the same. I tasted Scope mouthwash on her tongue.  In my pants my dick
hardened into a ramrod that I had to restrain myself from pushing against
her.  Her hands migrated up to the back of my neck where her fingernails
began lightly scratching the skin.

Finally our kiss broke and we stared in each other's eyes, our bodies making
no move to part from their position on the couch.  Both of us were breathing
heavily, both of us realizing that we wanted more than kissing.

"Can we do that some more?" I asked softly.

She nodded and our mouths came together once again.  We made out for more
than fifteen minutes, hugging and squeezing each other, my dick starting to
leak pre- cum into my underwear from my excitement, my hips actually starting
to rise and fall a little.  When we parted mouths again her eyes were glazed
with lust.

"You can feel my tits if you want." She breathed.  "I want you to."

With trembling hands I pushed open the front of her robe revealing her
bra-less breasts.  They sagged a little but they were beautiful, pale as the
skin on my ass, bulging outward and capped with large nipples that stood
proudly erect.	I pushed myself upward, which served to grind my crotch
firmly into hers, and placed my hands upon her mammaries.  These were the
first I'd ever managed to feel in this detail and they were exquisite.	They
were soft but pliant.  Her nipples pushed firmly against my palms as I
squeezed and kneaded them clumsily, feeling them squish and squirm beneath my
hands.

She moaned as I did this, her breathing quickening, her hands pushing mine
more firmly into her flesh.  As I felt her up a part of me kept screaming
that this was my AUNT that I was doing this to.  My father's sister.  This
was incest, something taboo and forbidden by law.  These feelings did nothing
but make me more excited.  I wouldn't have stopped if the door had suddenly
slammed open and my father had walked in.

"Suck them." She pleaded with me.  "Oh please, put them in your mouth."

Obligingly I lowered my face to her left breast, sucking the nipple between
my lips.  This was something new for me, I'd never put my mouth to Debbie's
breasts, it had never even occurred to me to do so.  Jessie's were soft and
pliant, rough against my tongue and very tasty to my senses.  I slurped at
them like a starving baby, changing from one to the other.  Her hips began to
rise and fall as I did this and her moans increased.

While I sucked I ran my hand down her body, feeling the silky softness of her
stomach as I glided across it.	Her skin seemed to rise up to meet my probing
fingers.  I continued down the length of her body, finally coming to a snarl
of hair that was both thick and kinky to my touch.  I ran my fingers through
it and soon was probing between the slick lips of her pussy, sliding my index
finger inside of her experimentally.  Her muscles clenched at me as I invaded
her, the smell of her arousal rose into the air around us, a smell that made
me nearly crazy with desire.

"Ohh yess." She cried as I fingered her

Abruptly she pushed me off of her, surprising me.  Was she having second
thoughts?

"Take off your clothes." She hissed at me, throwing off her own robe, leaving
her chubby body naked before me.  "I want to see your cock."

I stood without hesitation and was out of my clothes in less than a minute,
my engorged dick standing proudly out before me.  She patted the couch next
to her and I sat down.	Her hand reached out and encircled my wang, feeling
every square centimeter of it, caressing it softly. Her hand felt divine upon
me as she jacked up and down, but the sensation was quickly forgotten when
she lowered her mouth to me and sucked me into it.

I felt her tongue caressing me as her mouth slid up and down. I felt her long
brown hair tickling my thighs.	I felt her hand squeezing and fondling my
balls as she blew me.  I'd dreamed about having a blowjob for so long and now
here it was actually happening.  It felt better than I'd ever imagined it
would and the thing I'd always feared happened.  I felt orgasm pushing it's
way through my body.  I was helpless to stop it; I was helpless to even warn
my aunt what was about to occur.  My hips began jerking up and down and I
shot an incredible load straight down Jessie's throat.

She seemed surprised at first but did not pull her head away from me.  She
gulped frantically and swallowed every drop.  When I was spent she raised her
head from my lap and stared at me.

"It's your turn." She said simply and lay back on the couch, spreading her
legs.

Between them her pussy was glistening with moisture, its lips swollen and
open, her clit standing erect.	Her smell was now overpowering, driving me
on.  I repositioned myself and took her thighs in my hands, putting them on
my shoulders.  I then brought my face forward and buried it in her crotch.

I had of course never eaten pussy before but it was something I'd always
wanted to try.	The taste was somewhat different than I'd imagined, the porno
mags had led me to believe that vaginal secretions were sweet, but I quickly
got used to the tart flavor of her.  I plunged my tongue in and out, licking
and sucking, hearing Jessie moan out her approval at what I was doing.	Her
legs came up around my neck, her smooth thighs rubbing against my cheeks.  I
stroked her legs, her stomach, and her tits while I ate her, sometimes
sticking my fingers into her mouth so she could suck them.

After about ten minutes of licking up and down I happened, quite by chance, to
lick across the top of her clit.  Her reaction was startling, making me think
for an instant that I'd hurt her.  I pulled my face, which was dripping with
moisture, out of her crotch.

"Are you okay?" I asked, alarmed.

"Yesssss." She nodded.  "Do that again. Lick me right where you just did."

I put my face back down and found her clit once more.  I started to lick it
and she began to moan and buck her hips more violently.  After a few minutes
of this I fastened my lips to it and began to suck.  This was exactly the
right thing to do.  Her hands slammed down on the back of my head and pushed
it harder into her crotch.  She screamed in delight and her pelvis began
slamming into my face.

"Keep doing that!" She cried. "Keep doing that! Oh my God!"

She came.  It was a tremendous feeling of erotic accomplishment as she beat
the shit out of my face with her pussy and lower ass cheeks.  I'd actually
made a girl, a woman, come!  I was a motherfucking man!

When her spasms stopped I lifted my face out her crotch.  Moisture was
dripping from it and the scent of her pussy was imbedded in my senses.	Her
body was shining with a thin sheen of sweat and goosebumps stood out on her
skin.  My dick was hard as a rock once again and aching to be put somewhere
nice.

"You can fuck me." Jessie, as if reading my mind, told me.

"But..." I started, a part of my big head maintaining control for the moment.

"God Jason," She said, "I've wanted you for a long time now.  After we went to
the clinic I got myself put on birth control pills.  Today we found out that
you're not infectious anymore.  Now fuck me!  It's safe and nothing can happen
from it.  Fuck me now!"

I certainly didn't need any further encouragement.  I pulled my body atop
hers on the couch, attaching my mouth to her mouth, swirling my tongue with
her tongue once again.	The fact that she was tasting her own pussy juices on
my mouth only served to turn me on further.  My bare thighs slid against hers
on a film of sweat.  Her wet tits pushed into my chest.  Our toes touched
briefly before her legs opened wider, allowing me to slip between them.

I shifted my hips until I felt the head of my dick pressing against a slick
wetness.  I probed back and forth for a moment, not sure if I was on target or
not.  Finally the head of my dick slipped into smooth warmth that grasped it
eagerly.  I pushed forward with my hips and slid slowly, sensuously into my
aunt's body, sinking in until my pubic hair met hers.  She was absolutely
nothing like the loose, vaguely pleasurable friction of Debbie.  Jessie was
tight and responsive, her muscles pushing on every millimeter of my flesh
within her.  It felt like heaven as I pulled out and pushed back in again,
thrusting instinctively.

I knew at once that, despite the fact I'd just come a few minutes before, I
wasn't going to last long.  The friction was more pleasurable than anything
I'd ever imagined before.  Our crotches squished together wetly while we
kissed each other, sucked each other's necks.  My rhythm picked up, became
more erratic, less controllable.  I tried to concentrate on something else,
baseball scores, my shitty grades last semester, the pain of having VD.  It
was all to no avail.

The nasty, taboo feeling of fucking my aunt coupled with the exhalting
sensation of my cock sliding around in her wet, tight pussy made short work of
me.  I began to slam with increasing rapidity and Jessie, sensing what was
about to happen, screamed encouragement.

"Yess!" She cried. "Come in me. Squirt in me!"

That sent me over the edge.  I pumped another load of hot semen directly into
her snatch, feeling the slickening of her tunnel as the moisture of my
ejaculation was added to it.  I pumped and blasted and humped for what seemed
an hour to my mind.  Finally my thrusting stopped and I lay atop my aunt
spent, my seed drooling out between our genitals and staining my mother's
couch.

We lay like that for nearly five minutes, our bodies relaxing, our heartbeats
and respiration returning slowly to normal.  Finally I looked up at her,
feeling her sweaty chest mingling with mine.

She smiled at me.  "I guess my living here is gonna be a whole lot more
interesting now, isn't it?" She asked.

"Yep." I replied.

Al Steiner 3-12-99

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