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My Friends the Allens -- Aunt Kate
by Mark Aster

= = =
Note: this story contains graphic accounts of sexual
relations between consenting adults.  If you are a minor,
a U.S. Senator, or anyone else whose brain implodes
when exposed to such things, stop reading now, and go
take a cold shower.
= = =

Last summer Pat and Julie Allen and I went on a pilgrimage
to Boston.  On the way, we stopped for a few days to visit
their Aunt Kate at her big white house in suburban Massachusetts.
Aunt Kate is a tall slim woman with dark hair slightly
touched with grey, and smile lines at the corners of her
eyes and mouth.  She welcomed us most cordially to her
house, hugging the girls warmly, and shaking my hand with
a strong friendly grip.  My first impression of her was
that she must have been quite a beauty when she was younger.

Pat and Kate made dinner while Julie and I unpacked some of
our things into one of the upstairs bedrooms.  Dinner in the
big oak-paneled dining room was a pleasure.  Kate's voice is
low and intelligent, and I found that she has a wiser and more
mature version of the bedroom eyes that first attracted me to
her nieces.  As we all sat and talked and laughed over drinks,
I revised my first impression: Kate is quite a beauty NOW.

We moved to the study.  As the three ladies sat playing Destiny
(a complex card game whose rules are apparently a family secret),
I dozed in an armchair, stuffed and comfortable.  I began to
fantasize about what Kate might look like under her long cotton
dress and loose white blouse, and I wondered if mentally
undressing the hostess is rude, especially if one is fifteen
or twenty years younger than she is.  Remembering some of the
stories Pat tells that involve Aunt Kate, I decided she probably
wouldn't mind.

The next morning was hot.  Pat and Julie and I spent most of it
in the pool behind the house, swimming and splashing and
sunning.  Just before lunch, Kate came out, and I found myself
staring in admiration.  In a marvelously revealing black and red
two-piece suit, she was quite an eyeful.  Her stomach is firm and
flat, her breasts quiet curves.  Her skin is tan and lightly
wrinkled, and a few blue veins curve here and there on the backs
of her long trim legs.  When the sisters announced they were
going into town for the afternoon, I was glad to follow Julie's
whispered request to "Stay and keep Aunt Kate company; and
be nice!".  I didn't intend to be anything more than nice, of
course.

When Kate started to put on sunblock, it was only polite to offer
to help.  She accepted with a smile, and stretched out on her
stomach on one of the padded lounge chairs.  I rubbed the cream
into her shoulders and her arms, and the tanned muscles of
her back.  And it was only natural to suggest that she allow
me to undo the strap holding her top on, since it was in the
way.  She was silent for a moment, and when she said "Why,
sure!", there was a laugh in her voice.  Her bare back was
smooth and firm and felt quite erotic under my hands.  The
bottom of her suit was tied in a knot at one hip; when I
suggested removing that also, she was silent for a little longer,
and her voice even more amused when she agreed, and raised up
her hips to help.  Then I was rubbing the lotion into her naked
buttocks, running my hands a little greedily over the backs of
her thighs and knees.  I could feel my cock beginning to swell,
and I told myself it was time to get under control.  Then I was
done with her back, and I'm sure I would have tied her suit back
on.  But she turned over.

She stretched out naked on the lounge, reaching her hands up
over her head.  She was long and slim and tan, and my cock was
not at all worried about her age.  "Now the front," she said
calmly, and closed her eyes and smiled.  I swallowed hard, and
applied the cream to her shoulders and her upper chest.  Her
breasts moved lightly as I rubbed around them, long dark nipples
gradually coming erect.  I did her stomach and hips, and she
rolled her legs slightly apart so I could get at her inner
thighs.  As I worked my way down to her knees and calves, I
noticed that the dark hair between her legs had not a trace of
grey.  Mixed with the smell of the lotion was just a hint of
the scent of woman.  I decided I'd missed some rather important
spots, and putting more cream on my palms, I took her breasts
in my hands, gently working in the lotion, rubbing the tan
skin, and running my fingers over the long nipples.  Kate
squirmed slightly on the lounge, her face relaxed and happy.
Her eyes opened.  "That was very nice; thanks!" she said.  I
took a deep breath, persuaded my hands to leave her body,
and stood up.  "Now take off your trunks," she continued.  When
my eyes widened, she sat up and laughed, "Turnabout is fair
play!"

I turned away from her, slipped off my trunks, and lay face down
on the other lounge, hoping my cock would calm down before it was
time to turn over.  That was a vain hope, though.  Kate straddled
me energetically, her thighs warmly rubbing my sides, as her hands
applied the cool cream.  Now and then as she did my back, I could
feel the hairs between her legs tickling the backs of my knees.
When she turned me over, my cock sprang up, but she was polite
enough to take no notice.  She straddled me again, and ran her
confident hands over my bare chest.  I closed my eyes to shut out
the vision of her naked body on top of me, and to try to control
my lust.  As her hands circled down my stomach and thighs, and one
lightly caressed my balls, I seriously wondered what was going on.
Was this gorgeous older woman just friendly and uninhibited about
bodies, or was this as erotic for her as it was for me?  Then her
lips slid around my cock, and I had no more questions.

I gasped in surprise and pleasure as she took me into her warm
mouth; her lips slid, soft and dry, over the swollen ridges of my
erection.  She slowly slid me out again, and whispered, "Do you
mind?"  I assured her that I didn't; soon, her expert licking and
sucking had me rock-hard and aching.  She moved up, her hot naked
body sliding against mine, and straddled my hips, her thighs
spread wide apart over my cock.  I caressed her bare hips, her
thighs, and her firm ass as she guided me into her open pussy.
She was only slightly wet, and as I entered her the flesh of
her cunt sliding along my shaft made me ache with desire.

Kate lay on top of me, my staff buried deep inside her.  Her
breasts with their long dark nipples pressed against my chest,
and her head was next to mine.  She rocked her hips gently,
sliding herself up and down my throbbing cock.  Her breath was
excited but controlled in my ear, somewhere between a gasp and
a laugh.  With my hands on her ass, I moved slowly in and out
of her, enjoying every inch of our touching sweating bodies.
"Oh, you just keep doing that, oh just like that," she whispered
in my ear.  "Yes, ma'am," I gasped back, smiling "yes, ma'am,
oh YES ma'am!"  Her cunt was hot and deep, smooth and muscular;
the cunt of an athlete.  As I penetrated her more and more
deeply, her body responded eagerly and hungrily, her muscles
tightening and squeezing around my swollen penis.  She began
to rock faster, and moaned through parted lips.  As her pace
quickened, my cock grew bigger and longer, and the ache of
pleasure became more unbearable.  I could feel the cum gathering
in me.

By unspoken agreement, we slowed down the pace of our fucking;
her hips moved as slowly as she could bear, her moans became more
and more desparate.  I thrust in and out of her sweet slit as
slowly as my body would allow.  We made the pleasure last as long
as we could, until she began to come with a long anguished moan,
and closed her mouth over mine, sharing our first kiss as the
walls of her cunt squeezed and sucked at me.  As my tongue
hungrily probed her mouth, and she passed over the peak of her
orgasm, the muscles of my cock escaped my control, and I thrust
into her faster and harder, provoking cries of pleasure as I
swelled and hardened and burst and came.  She moved her hips
fast and demanding, to bring every last drop of cum out into
the dark softness of her pussy.  Hot needles of ecstasy shot
through my cock, up my spine and into my brain.  Eventually, she
slipped her head down next to mine again, and we lay for a long
time, just enjoying the hot silent pressure of body on body.

My cock, spent, slipped out from between her legs.  After awhile,
she kissed me gently on the mouth, and dove into the pool.  I
joined her, and we spent the next hour splashing around, washing
the juices of love from our bodies, and cooling off.  Then we
went in to make dinner.  As she was slipping into her robe, I
took her in my arms and kissed her, running my hands again over
her delicious naked body, squeezing and pressing her flesh and
probing her mouth with my tongue.  She stepping back, shuddering
with supressed passion, tied up her robe, and grinned almost
impishly at me.  Soon after, Pat and Julie got home, and although
we all exchanged significant looks of various kinds, and there was
perhaps even a little more laughter than usual, no one said
anything about what Kate and I had been doing that afternoon.

The rest of the visit was very pleasant indeed, and a good time
was had by all.


My Friends the Allens -- Aunt Kate
by Mark Aster
The End

