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YACHT TRIP BY SEA WITH MOM Part 1

I walk to my cabin the right opposed of Mom’s cabin. As I close my door the way it close Mom was still standing there looking at me. Lucky my cabin was near the toilet and basin

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Sarah, my love. Part 1

Hello, I have been a long time reader of this site, and I decided that its about time that I added something. This is my first story so please be nice.
My name is Tom, I am 15 years old. Ever since I was a little boy, I always played sports, so, even though I gave them up last year, I still have an athletic body. I stand about 6 foot 2, brown hair, and light brown eyes that have been called “golden.”
I am going into grade 10, but let me give you a little more backstory. I grew up in a small town in northern Canada, where the summers are hot, the winters freezing and the bugs make you want to kill yourself. We have one highschool, and you basically end up knowing everyone and everything about them.
Me and Sarah had always been friends, but it wasn’t until highschool when we became best friends. We hung out almost everyday, and everyone sorta expected us to get together, everyone that is, except us.
We were just bestfriends, we knew everything about the other.
Sarah is short, around 5 foot 6, blonde hair, a cute face and a breathtaking smile. She was a dancer so her body was in great shape, thin, with an amazing ass, but for somepeople, her chest was a bit of a deal breaker, let’s just say there wasn’t much to look at. This doesn’t mean she didn’t have anything, they were just, small. Overall though, I would give her a ten, but I may be a little biased.
Being as hot as she was, Sarah had a lot of boyfriends, but in no way was she a slut. I knew for a fact, more then one boy had dumped her because of how reserved she was. She was waiting for the right guy, she told me over and over, the one who really loves me and I want to be with forever. Through all the boyfriends she had had, I knew that farthest she had gone was being felt up, and that wasn’t her choice.
So it came to me as no surprise that she had another boyfriend in june, just weeks before the end of school. As her bestfriend, I always tried to look out for her, and this guy, just screamed trouble. His name was Dylan, and was what most people call a burnout. He had long, dark hair, wore skinny jeans, had more metal in his face then I believed humanly possible and of course, he smoked weed.
Being good students, Sarah and I never even thought of smoking, worried it would kill our chances for university, so right of the bat, I was worried he would get her into it somehow, but what happened was much worse.
It was the second last day of exams, taking AP classes, Sarah and I both had exams today and tomorrow. We planned on hanging out in our sad excuse for a downtown, which consisted of one short street, then head our seperate ways, mine to hang with one of my friends Jordan, who lived not far from my house, and her on a date with her smilebag of a boyfriend, Dylan.
She was so excited, the entire time we spent in town was ethier talking about what store to hit next, of hearing Sarah going on about her date with Dylan. Finally, Sarah had picked out a new outfit for her date, a flowing green dress that made her shine like a star. I think it was at that moment that I fell in love with her.
The next day she came to school, she was in a sweat shirt and sweat pants, with her hair in a ponytail, I knew without seeing her face, something was wrong. I called out her name, and she turned and looked at me, her right eye was black, like someone had punched her, hard.
“Oh my god Sarah, what happened?”
She looked down the hall, the up it, and seeing all the people, looked at me and said, “nothing, I just fell down lastnight, its no big deal.” By the look in her eyes, I knew it wasn’t the truth, and that she wanted to tell me, just not here.
Seeing her like this at her worst, and still thinking how beautiful she looked, only reenforced my feelings from yesterday, I was in love with her.
I put my arm around her, comforting her, and led her away from the crowded halls and into the libary where we could be alone. Almost instantly after we got there, she ways in my arms crying, telling me everything, how Dylan took her to the movies, and started feeling her up, how she told him to stop it. The he pulled out his dick, grabbed her and told her to suck it. She tried to pull away, but he punched her, so she pretended she was going to give him a blowjob, punched him hard in the balls and ran home in tears.
At the moment, I didn’t know if it was my love for Sarah, the fact she was my best friend or my great dislike for Dylan, I knew there was only on option, I had to make sure Dylan and anyone else knew, that they could never hurt Sarah like he did.
We had to hurry to our exam, it was Math, easy for me, but I couldn’t focus, I was so mad. As soon as we could leave, I grabbed Sarahs hand, telling her the plan as we walked, she told me where Dylan would be.
We walked the short walk to town, and, sure enough there was Dyaln, alone, smoking up under the bridge.
What happened next went by in a flash, all I remember is yelling at him for what he had done, him calling Sarah a slut, him pulling a knife, punching his facei n and throwing him in the water.
The running, a stream of insults flying our way, I knew that after what I did, Dylan or anyone else would think before messing with me or Sarah. After running, w got to our old elementary school, who, for some reason this year, got out before we did, meaning the school was desserted.
We walked to the old tree we used to climb, I lifted her up and we talked for hours, Sarah seemed to have forgotten about what Dylan had done, as we talked about our old school, her telling me she had a big crush on me when we went her, and ended in me telling her, I loved her.
It just kinda slipped out, I didn’t mean it to happen but it did. I was worried it would ruin our friendship, put a barrier betwen us, but after I said it her eyes lightened up a bit, and said, “when I had a crush on you, I dreamed how you would say it to me, and looking back, I don’t think that crush ever truly went away.”
We both knew what was coming, I slid down the branch to get closer, leaned in to kiss her, then… crack, the brance fell, luckily, it was high up, anfter making sure we were both okay, I helped her up, and, she pulled me in, kissing me. It felt like those chessie movies make it seem, time stopped, the earth spun faster, and we knew it was right. She whispered in my ear, “I love you Tom, I think I always have… and always will.”
“I love you too, and I don’t think I could ever love someone else.”
That night was the best of my life, Sarahs Dad wasn’t at his house, just minutes from the school, so there we headed. As soon as we walked in the door, Sarah was soon making out with me, and she lead me to her bedroom, it wasn’t the first time I hda been there but, it seemed an honour to be aloud in there. Our kissing became more passonaite, and soon, our hands were exploring each others bodies.
Sarah broke the kiss, looked deep into my eyes and told me I was the one, she wanted me to take her virginity.
I was shocked, for someone who had never let a boy get to thirdbase, she seemed to be moving fast, but my hormone enraged brain didn’t stop to think. We broke the kiss only a few more times, so that we could remove eachothers clothing. Soon, there was Sarah in all her naked glory, her small tits were so perky, her nipples puffy and inviting, her vagina more perfect then I believed possible, with outer lips that covered the inner folds, and were wet and welcoming.
She looked down at my cock, something I had always been proud of, it stood 8 inches and thick, but not so thick that itt was uncomfortable for the girl, who, to this day, has only been Sarah.
She got me to sit at the edge of the bed, and bent down and wrapped her mouth around my cock. It was bliss! She could ony get about 3 inches in, but her hand and mouth worked furiously together, bringing a pleasure I had never known. Soon, I was ready to cum, I told this to Sarah and she stopped.
“I think it time we start the main event,” I told her, she knew what I meant instantly and got me to lay down on the bed. My throbbing cock was at attention, and she slowly lowered herself down, pausing to get used to it until we cam to her cherry. She thrust down on my cock, as it bent slightly before ripping though. She screamed in pain, I saw a little blood come out onto my dick, and I grabbed her sides to help support her. Seeing the tear in her eye was to much, I asked if she wanted to get off, she said no and that it was starting to feel good.
Soon she was fucking my dick hard, smalling her ass into my legs, making her itty bitty titties bounce up and down Soon I couldn’t stand just looking at them so I popped one nipple in to my mouth and started sucking it, bring a cry of pleasure from Sarah.
I could feel my orgasm mounting, and told Sarah I was about to come, she told me that I didn’t need to pull out, she was on the pill, something aboutbheavy periods, at this point, I wasn’t really listening as I let the cum fly. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and soon Sarah joined me in the orgasm blitz and she came,squirting onto me.
My dick went soft and she fell off off me, onto her bed beside me. I put my arm around her as she drifted off to sleep, I soon joined her, knowing that I had found my soul mate.

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Reading Allowed, Pt.8

READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.

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Chapter 1
Back in 1993 when I was about 12 and 1/2 years of age, my parents were both killed in a car accident which left me with out a dad and mom. So my mother’s older sister (my aunt Elsie) took me in and continued to look after me.
She was 44 at the time, making her 32 years older than me and had been divorced for a number of years. Since she had no family of her own and was living alone, she became my very close friend and guardian. After moving in with her, I still had about 6 weeks of holidays left before I had to go back to school which allowed me lots of time to be with her and in no time, we really got to know each other.
I guess you could call my aunty a BBW (big beautiful woman) as her body was quite plump with big heavy breasts, and large hips. But regardless of her shape, she was a very kind person with a happy personality. And right from the first day when I moved in with her, she did everything to make me feel close to her. Although I now know she had some other reasons too, for wanting me to live with her which I will explain later. But at the same time I’m sure she was also wanting to help me to get through the trauma of loosing my parents. So when bed time came, she had me sleep with her instead of alone in her spare bedroom.
For the first few nights (so as to not embarrass me), she would allow me some privacy time to put on my pajamas first and then get into bed. Then, when it was time for her to change into her night gown, she used her spare bedroom. After changing though, she would always use her bathroom across from me before getting into bed. And when she did, she never completely closed the door and I could hear her peeing into the toilet as clear as anything.
I can still remember to this day listening to her pee-stream hissing and bubbling as it poured into the toilet. And when I was imagining what it looked like, I would get an instant erection. When she finally did come to bed, her routine was to give me a good night hug and kiss, and I can remember clearly, making sure to keep my lower body away from her so she wouldn’t see or feel my embarrassing problem down below.
I should stop for a moment to explain why she was doing these things with me. Although not realizing it back then, I discovered later on, that she had a sexual fantasy for young boys. I guess this desire developed when she was about 17 and she had caught her younger 13 year old brother masturbating. Following that incident, things lead into having regular oral sex with each other (so she wouldn’t get pregnant) up until she left home. So what was it about her younger brother that got her hooked on young boys? Well, as she told me later, she was always amazed at his stamina to retain his erection, even after ejaculating most times. And if his penis did start to loose it’s hardness, it wasn’t long before he had it as hard as a bone again. She told me that she not only loved the orgasms he gave her with his tongue, but that she also got so turned on when he ejaculated in her mouth. But later on after she was married, she found it a lot more difficult to swallow her husbands semen because it contained something in it that made her gag. But not so with her young brother’s semen. She loved how it tasted. She left home when she was 20 and got married 3 years later. However, their marriage didn’t last.
When she was 34, her husband, my uncle Bob became an alcoholic and so she divorced him. She also found out during their marriage that she couldn’t get pregnant because her fallopian tubes didn’t developed properly during her puberty. And since she never bothered to have this problem fixed, she has never had to worry about birth control. Even now, I can cum in her and there is no worry. Now back to my experience. When things settled down and the sting of loosing my parents lessened, my aunt Elsie eventually became more relaxed in the way she did things around me. As I said earlier, she would no doubt get horny with me sleeping with her and so she had some special plans for us. And if I live to be 100 years old, I will never, ever forget that special night when she gave me my first orgasm. It was an experience that I wish I could re-live over and over again.
Being about 12 1/2 years old and going through puberty, I was getting a lot of erections by this time. And yet I still didn’t know a thing about masturbation. However, I do remember my cock was about 4 inches long when I got an erection, and did it ever get hard — just like a bone. And on this specific night, to make my erection problems even worse, eventually when it was time for her come to bed, she suddenly stopped going to her spare bedroom to change. Instead, she came in and sat on the side of her bed with her back to me and undressed down to her brazier and panties. And then she suddenly asked me to undo her bra so she could take it off.
Well, by this time my cock was almost bursting from the pressure inside it and pointing straight up against my belly. And as she was putting on her night gown, I could see the sides of her big heavy breasts swinging around as they hung down in front of her. Then she stood up, reached up under her night gown and took her panties off. After that, she went to her bathroom as usual to have a pee, and once again I could hear her stream splashing into the toilet, which made my cock so hard that it started to hurt.
When she finished and came to bed, I remember how I quickly turned around with my back to her trying to hide my hardon. And once she was in bed with me, she turned to face me in her motherly way to cuddle me up by putting her arm over me and pulling me back up against her big soft tummy and breasts. However this time as she did that, her hand accidentally touched my hard cock. Well, when she realized what it was, she started feeling it all over and then she said, “Oh my! you seem to have a problem down there, don’t you Kenny? It isn’t good for you to leave it this way … Here, turn over on your back and let me look after it for you.” Well I didn’t know what to do. What was she going to do to me?
Next thing I knew, she was helping me to turn over on my back. And because she was older, plus being my aunt, I was obedient to her. So I did as she said. After helping me to roll over, she sat up, put the light back on and pulled the covers down. Then she said as she started to pull my pajama bottoms down, “Its OK honey, you will feel so much better after I help you to get rid of all that pressure inside your penis. But you must promise me that this will be our secret, OK? Other people wouldn’t like what I am going to do for you. Can you promise that you will never tell anyone else?” And because she was like a mother to me, I gave her my promise.
After pulling my pajama bottoms down, my hard uncircumcised cock was in plain view for her to see. And so she took it between her thumb and index finger and slowly pulled my tight foreskin back down off the head which was extremely sensitive just then and it made me almost jump when she did that. As she was looking at it, I’ll never forget the wonderful aching feeling I was beginning to feel all over it as she held it. The head was a grey/blue color and I remember her saying something about some white cheesy smegma that had collected on it and that I needed to keep it clean. Then she started to slowly move my foreskin up and down a few times. This was when she asked me if I was masturbating or jerking off yet. Since I didn’t know what she meant, I guess the blank look in my face told her that I wasn’t. So, she asked me to wait for a moment while she got a warm wet face cloth and a towel from the bathroom. Then kneeling down on the floor beside the bed, she asked me to move closer to her and she put the towel on my stomach just above my cock. Then pulling my foreskin down again, she gently cleaned the head with the face cloth. I remember the head was so sensitive that my whole body just jumped and shivered as she touched it.
When she was finished, she took my tight hairless nut-sac in one hand and started squeezing and rolling my balls around inside it. And then she started to masturbate me again with her other hand. And as she was moving my foreskin up and down on my cock she asked me, “Does it feel nice when I rub it like this?” Well all I can remember was getting more excited by the second as a strange new feeling was building up inside my cock and I think I whispered in a shaky voice, “it’s starting to feel funny aunty.” When I said that she said, “It’s OK sweetie, very soon some thick white sticky liquid will shoot out on the towel and you will feel so much better.” No sooner had she said that and I could feel a totally new powerful throbbing feeling filling my cock and spreading down to my balls. Suddenly, my cock felt like it was going to burst open. Never had I ever felt anything like this before. The strong throbbing pain inside my cock was so intense that I got scared and tried to stop her hand. And when she saw my legs stiffen and then heard me let out a shivering moan, she knew I was starting to cum. So she pulled my foreskin back as far as it would go and just held it there, giving me the most indescribable feeling I had ever had in my life. My whole cock and even my balls seemed to exploded as one powerful muscle contraction after another literally filled them with an overwhelming burning cramp-like pain that nearly made me loose my mind.
I don’t remember how long it lasted but eventually it came to an end and I had to grab her hand to stop her because the head on my cock was just to sensitive to touch. As I looked down to see what happened, I saw her squeezing and milking the shaft forcing a tiny bit of clear sticky virgin syrup to ooze out of my pee hole. Then I noticed the head. Never had I ever seen it so big and swollen before. The sides were flared out like a mushroom and it was almost a purple/red color. When no more clear sticky syrup came out, she wiped the little bit off my pee hole with her finger and put it on her tongue. Then she smiled at me and said, “Mmmmmm that tastes so good.” I’m sure she knew that she had just given me my first orgasm. So after putting the towel and face cloth on the floor, she got on the bed beside me and cuddled me up in her arms as she held me and let me rest. I remember her whispering in my ear, “Well sweetie, didn’t that feel good. Since you are now going through puberty, your penis will continue to get hard many times each day. And when it does,
I want you to come to me and I will help you to make it soft again. Would you like me to do that for me?” Still being totally overwhelmed with what she had just done to me, I remember whispering back to her that I would. And then she said, “Oh Kenny, I want to do that for you. But remember sweetheart, this has to be our secret — OK?” Following this, she took my pajama bottoms right off. Then getting back into bed, she pulled the covers back over us and put the light out again. Then facing me like she did before, she cuddled me up against her big warm body, and as we were settling in for the night, she started saying to me, “I was wrong sweetie. When you went off, I was expecting you to squirt some thick white semen out on the towel, but I guess your body isn’t making it just yet. But it won’t be long before you will start to ejaculate it when you have an orgasm.” Then she went on to explain to me what semen was and how it comes out. And that I shouldn’t worry because my body will start producing it very soon. After she kissed me good night, I continued thinking about my new experience and I noticed that my cock didn’t really go soft like she said it would. In fact, it was real hard again and the head was still swollen and very sensitive to touch. And so I asked her why.
When I did, she reached down and felt it a few times. And then she said, “oh my goodness Kenny, maybe one treatment wasn’t enough for you.” So after pausing and thinking for a minute or so, she then said to me, “Sweetie, lets try something different this time.” Then, without putting the light back on, and pushing the covers back down, she rolled over on her back and got me to turn and face her. I could feel her reaching down to pull her night gown up enough so that she could spread her legs apart. Following that, she then asked me to climb up on top of her with my knees between her legs. With my chest resting on her big soft stomach, she said to me, “Oh sweetie, you need to move higher up on top of me dear.” As she helped me, she said, “Kenny, a woman has a special opening between her legs called a vagina. That’s where a man can put his hard penis. Here, let me help you to find it.” As she kept moving me to the right place, she took my cock and aimed it into her vagina. Then she said, “OK sweetie, now push it in as far as you can.” As I did, I felt the head slip into a hot, wet place and it felt absolutely wonderful. But because I still wasn’t all the way in, she lifted her big legs up higher to make more room for me, and then she said, “Now, you can push it in deeper. Push sweetie. Push it in as far as you can. Let me feel your balls touching my bum hole.” So I pushed real hard and I could feel my cock completely inside her this time. And the feeling of her hot wet hole made my hard aching cock just throb like crazy again. Once I was all the way in she said, “That’s good sweetie, now make yourself nice and comfortable and I want you to start moving your penis in and out of auntie’s vagina.
Here, let me show you how.” And she grabbed me by my bum and helped me to move in and out at a nice slow steady pace. And just like she wanted, I could feel my balls pressing up against her each time I was all the way in. There are no words to describe how good it felt as her hot wet vagina wrapped itself around my aching cock. And being young with a hair trigger, in no time I was feeling that same throbbing pain that I had felt before in her hand. But this time it was so much stronger and even though I knew what to expect to some degree, I nearly fainted from the same wonderful unexplainable pleasure that exploded all over my cock and body. When it was finally over, I had to stop to get my breath. Then holding my face in her hands, she said, “Wasn’t that great honey? Now I want you to stay on top of me like you are right now and lets see if your penis goes soft this time. And if it doesn’t, then you can do the same thing again to me.” After saying that, I remember her telling me that when boys my age are going through puberty, it’s the most wonderful time of their life because it takes a lot to make their penis lose it’s hardness. Well my cock still didn’t loose it’s erection. And no wonder because she kept squeezing it with her vagina.
I could feel her moving her muscles and squeezing me continually and this was making me stay harder then ever. So she told me to start moving my penis in and out of her again. This time though, I felt her reach down and she started to rub herself just above my cock. And as I continued to thrust in and out of her vagina, I noticed that she was also getting very excited this time. Then suddenly she started breathing very fast and started squeezing my body with her legs. Then I heard her let out a real loud grunt. Well, when that happened, I quickly stopped as I thought I was hurting her. But as soon as I did, she quickly whispered between breaths, “No, no sweetie, don’t stop, keep going, I’m going off right now!” Then she let out another long groaning grunt. While she was doing this, I felt her vagina muscles tighten, squeezing my cock real hard this time, and once again I began to have that same wonderful feeling for the third time. This time I’m sure I even saw stars. When it was all over, I couldn’t move. I just lay there on top of her and she hugged me tight in her arms. After we both got our breath back, she kissed me and said, “Oh Kenny, that was just wonderful, wasn’t it?” “And you know, I had the same beautiful feeling that you did.” And then she explained what an orgasm was. As I was resting on top of her big soft body, this time my penis did gradually loose some it’s hardness and so she got me to pull it out of her vagina.
Then she put the light back on and got up. And as she did, I remember seeing a big wet spot on the bed where she was laying. And when she saw it, she quickly said to me, “Oh my god Kenny, I must have pee’d myself while we were having sex.” So she found the towel that was on the floor and placed it between the sheet and mattress to soak up the wetness. And then she took some Kleenex and reached up under her night gown to wiped herself. Once again I have to say, this was a night that I will never forget. It was such a wonderful way to experience the joys of sex for the first time. I know that some would not view it this way, but for me, I will never be able to thank my aunt Elsie enough for what she did for me. She kept sex dignified and there was never any guilt attached to it because she made it all so natural for me. I’m sure the reason for having a hair trigger and going off so quickly those first few times was because I was a virgin with no experience. Shortly after this, I eventually settled down and could last a lot longer before having an orgasm. Following this, she placed another towel on top of the wet spot and then she got back into bed. After pulling the covers up over us, she once again turned the light off, and then she cuddled me up against her big warm body and we both went to sleep.
Chapter 2
Sex must be a wonderful sleeping pill because it was quite late the following morning when my aunt accidentally woke me up as she was getting back into bed from having a pee. And once awake, I had to go real bad too. So, when I climbed over her to get out of bed, she could see that I had a tremendous pee-hardon, and she asked me if I was going to be able to aim my stream down into the toilet with it like that. Still half asleep, I think I just shrugged my shoulders and then she said, “That’s OK sweetie — I’ll come with you and help you.” So when we got to her bathroom, and I was standing in front of her toilet, and she knelt down beside me, putting her arm around my bum. Then she asked me, “Can you point it down enough to pee into the toilet bowl”? But my cock was just too hard and it hurt me when I tried bend it. So taking it in her hand and feeling it, she said, “my goodness Kenny — do you ever have a hardon — lets try something different.” Then I remember her getting a large drinking glass from the shelf and kneeling down beside me again, she held the glass up side down just above my cock with the head pointing into it.
When she was ready, she said, “OK sweetie — now you can start peeing.” At first, I couldn’t pee. Then, eventually a few dribbles started coming out, running down my cock and wetting my balls. So she quickly reached through, between my legs and cupped my balls in her other hand to direct the dribbles into the toilet bowl. Finally, I relaxed enough and my stream started to shoot up into the glass and run back down into the toilet. Like I said before, she was a very special woman. Only she would have thought to do that. As my stream was ending, I did something that all men do. I made the last little bit come out in 3 or 4 short squirts. Well, when that happened, she smiled at me and said, “yes Kenny, you are definitely a man — you see sweetie, women just dribble to a stop — they don’t finish with short squirts like you just did.” And then looking at me, she said, “but at least you don’t get all wet like us women do when you pee.” And then she gave me a nice big hug around my waist. Then after flushing the toilet, she got up and put the glass in the sink. Following that, we both went back to bed for a little while and she cuddled me up in her arms. As she did, I guess she could feel my hard cock pressing against the bottom of her tummy and so she reached down to check it. When she found it was still as hard as a bone, she looked at me and said, “Kenny sweetheart — I think you need to cum again — don’t you? This time, I should show you how to make yourself go off.” So she moved the covers down and sat up beside me. Then she showed me how to hold my cock between my thumb and 2 fingers just behind the head. Next, she said, “OK, now pull your foreskin back as far as it will go so the head is completely bare.” As soon as I did that, she then said , “now sweetie, push the skin back up, making it cover the head again — now keep doing that — back and forth — back and forth — back and forth.” Then she told me to keep increase the speed of my hand as I got closer and closer to having an orgasm. Well, from what I remember, in no time, I started feeling that beautiful burning throbbing pain filling my cock and balls like a powerful explosion. It was so intense that I must have let go of my cock because I heard her saying, “keep rubbing it sweetheart — keep moving your skin back and forth.” But like before, that wonderful feeling gradually ended and the head of my cock was almost to sensitive to let my foreskin move over it.
As I looked down at it, I could see some more of that clear sticky fluid coming out of my pee hole. This time there was enough to make the head all wet. Following that, she covered us up and cuddled me up in her arms again for a short rest as we talked about all our sexual activities we had just enjoyed together thus far. After checking my cock and finding it soft, she then suggested that we get up and go down stair for some breakfast. So I put my pajama bottoms back on and we both went to the kitchen. Following breakfast, we both get cleaned up for the day. Now, as I think back about that morning and also the night before, I’ll never forget all those beautiful pleasures that I never knew existed. And I was so captivated by them all and I didn’t want her to stop teaching me. Even after having 4 orgasms all within a 12 hour period, I wanted to experience more. I’m sure my mind was in a state of constant wonderment. After we had showered and cleaned up for the day, my aunty had to go shopping for some groceries. And because I was now, so attached to her, I wanted to be with her all the time, so I tagged along. I really loved her very much because of her kind motherly personality and being such a good teacher. Plus the fact that she didn’t have any children of her own, she loved me as her own son and we became extremely close to each other. Yes, I guess you could say we were now sexual lovers too.
Chapter 3
It was early afternoon when we got back home and I helped her carry the groceries into the kitchen. After unpacking things, she made us some lemon aid and then came and sat beside me on the couch where we chatted for a while. As we were talking, I told her that I had been doing a lot of thinking about all the special things we had done together the night before and again that morning, and I was wondering if she would teach me some more things about sex. I remember her looking at me and smiling, and then she reached over and cuddled me up in her arms. Instead of saying anything, she just held me for a while and kissed me on my cheek and forehead 2 or 3 times. Then looking at me again with that special smile of hers she said, “I have a feeling that my little man would like to see my breasts and my vulva, isn’t that right? You know something honey, I can hardly wait to show them to you.” Then holding my face in her hands, she said, “Why don’t we go up stairs right now and take all of our cloths off and get into bed, and then I can show you everything, would you like to do that sweetie?” Well, when she said that, my whole body started to shiver all over with tremendous new excitement and my heart was just pounding. And I quickly whispered in her ear, something like, “Oh aunty Elsie, I can hardly wait, thank you.” Then she got up off the couch and taking me by the hand, we went up stairs to her bedroom.
When we got there, she sat on the side of her bed and helped me to take all my clothes off first. When finished, she immediately noticed that my cock was standing straight up against my tummy and it was as hard as a bone. As she put her hand on it, she said to me, “Kenny, your penis amazes me — look at it — all ready to go again — it just never seems to get tired, does it?” Then she bent down and kissed the head with her soft lips and that sent shock-waves all over my body. After that, she stood up and started to take off her clothing, leaving only her panties and brazier on. Well once again I was just shaking from being so excited. And while we were both standing, she cuddled me up again and said, “Isn’t this exciting — being all naked like this — and you can play with my thing all afternoon. And I will teach you everything about sex — Oh Kenny, I’m so horny right now.” Then she turned around and asked me to undo her bra. And when I unhooked it, this time she turned back to face me, and then let it slowly fall off her to the floor, exposing her two big heavy breasts for me to see for the first time. And my eyes could hardly blink as I looked at her large nipples sticking out like fingers. And the area around them was all brown and puckered up like a prune.
WOW, the first time I had ever seen a woman’s real tits, and I remember my cock felt like it was going to burst open again from being so hard. As I was staring at them, she said, “So what do you think sweetie — they’re all yours — and you can play with them for as long as you want to — But before you do that, I have something else to show you.” Then she sat down on the side of her bed and then fell backwards down on her back. As soon as she was settled, she said, “OK sweetie — now you can take my panties off for me.” By this time, my hands were just shaking as I reached down and started to pull them off her. As I did, she lifted her big bum up a little to make it easier for me to pull them out from under her, then down over her legs and right off. And then I saw it, the part that I wanted to see most of all, ‘a woman’s pussy.’ It was so exciting for me, that I didn’t know what to do. I was shivering and shaking so bad as I just stared at it, a big patch of thick dark brown curly hair growing all over the bottom part of her big tummy and all the way down between her legs. It was totally overwhelming for me. There I was, my heart just pounding and my mouth was so dry as I tried to swallow. Yes, I was finally looking at what all virgin boys were wanting to see. Before opening the lips of her pussy to show me the things between them, she sat up again and asked me to hand her panties to her. Then she turned them inside out and showed me the crotch part which had a wet stain on it. And after smelling it first herself, she held them up to my nose and asked me to do the same. As she did, she explained how a woman’s vulva is always wet and produces a smell that all boys find very erotic.
And as I breathed it into my nose, I immediately noticed the strong odor she was talking about. Almost instantly, it made my cock throb even worse. Then I told her that my thing was really hurting now. And as we were both looking at it, she pulled my foreskin down off the head and it was almost blue in color and all swollen again. And some clear sticky liquid was coming out of my pee hole. When she saw it, she pointed to it and said, “See that sticky juice sweetie. When a boy’s penis is getting ready for sex, it starts to produce some lubrication like that. It’s call pre-cum.” Then as she squeezed my balls, she continued, “Honey, even your balls are swollen right now — Do you know what all this means? — That you need to have sex with a woman — so you can ejaculate your semen into her.” And then giving me that same smile she said, “Guess what sweetie, I’m your woman right now. So lets you and I have sex all afternoon.” So instead of showing me more of her pussy, she got up off the bed and asked me to lie down on it, putting a pillow under my head, making me nice and comfortable. Then kneeling on the floor beside me, she held my cock in her hand and told me that she was going to do something a little different this time. This was when she explained what oral sex was, and described how a woman does it to a man. “Kenny, some people call it, ‘giving head’, or giving a ‘blow-job.'” Then she added, “and you know sweetheart — women also like to have a man do that to her too. But I will explain that to you later. Right now, you need to cum. So just relax sweetie as I give you your first blow-job.”
Then fondling and squeezing my balls in her hand, she leaned down and put my cock in her warm. wet mouth. Well, the sensations were unbelievable. My whole body literally jumped as her tongue touched my throbbing clitoris-like cock head. And in a minute or two just like previous times, I found myself in the land of no return as I started to cum and an even more powerful feeling exploded inside my cock, nearly driving me insane. And like before, it was the most heavenly feeling I have even known. I just loved it. As she continued to lick and suck on the head, that unexplainable feeling just wouldn’t stop this time. My balls felt like they were on fire. Spasm after spasm of muscle contractions kept erupting and filling my cock to the bursting point. Because this was also a new experience for me, I think this orgasm must have been beyond normality. It felt like everything was literally exploding as she continued to massage my cock-head with her tongue. And I’m sure the pure ecstasy which I was experiencing just then, had made me almost delirious. But like all beautiful things in this world, it eventually did come to an end and I was completely exhausted from it. And taking her mouth off my still rock hard cock, she smiled at me and said, “Well sweetie, I thought my young man was going to fly off the bed for a few moments. What an orgasm you had — it must have felt wonderful.” All I think I was able to do was shake my head and whisper “yes” to her.
Still holding my hard aching cock in her hand she said, “Sweetheart, this is only the beginning.” Then moving up to give me a kiss, she climbed over me and lay down beside me on the bed. And turning me to face her, she cuddled me up against her big soft breasts and held me in her arms as I regained my physical strength back. Then she said, “You know something Kenny — I think you actually ejaculated a little bit of semen on my tongue this time. Isn’t that wonderful — and it tasted so good sweetheart — I’m so proud to be your first woman.” Not saying another word, she just held me for a while. After a short rest, I remember noticing one of her big soft tits pressing against me under my chin and once again, my curiosity got the better of me. So I changed position so I could see it better. And as I did, she looked at me and said, “Hi sweetie, is my young man ready to go again?” Then rolling over on her back, she invited me to touch and play with her breasts for as long as I wanted to. And as I was examining them, she answered all my questions and explained everything I want to know about them. I still remember, how her nipples fascinated me. They were so sensitive when I touched them and would pucker up and turn all hard as they stood up like stubby fingers.
While she was showing them to me, she suddenly noticed my cock and then she said in an excited voice, “Oh my god — I don’t believe it — You’re getting another hard on again — What am I going to do with you sweetie.” Then, as she grabbed me in her arms, she started laughing as she said, “Oh, to be young again.” Then after giving me one more kiss, she looked at me and said, “How would my young man like to give his aunty some oral sex now?” Well, that was like pushing my “on button” and I started to get all excited again. I could even feel my sore cock getting harder by the second. And since I could hardly wait to try it, I said to her, “Yes aunty Elsie, but you will have to show me how.” So she cuddled me up in her arms again and then whispered in my ear, “oh sweetie — this is going to be so exciting for me — and I’m so horny for you right now.” So she started by explaining that I need to be very gentle and not rush when I’m giving a woman oral sex. Give her lots of foreplay first, kissing her all over her body while spending extra time with her breasts and nipples. Following that, you need to move down and slowly and gently lick and suck on her clitoris — I will show you how to do that.” Then looking at me, she winked and asked, “Are you ready sweetheart?”
Then she rolled over on her back again and said, “OK young man, I’m waiting.” Well about this time, I remember a whole new excitement raging all over my body and mind and I could hardly wait to start playing with her breasts. But because they were so large and heavy, they hung down on each side of her. So she moved them up for me with her arms to make it easier for me to touch them. Once she had them lifted up for me, she asked me to start licking and sucking on her nipples. I think at that moment, my young mind and body was once again, numb with excitement and as soon as I put each one in my mouth, I could feel them get big and hard. And she started to moan and say, “Oh honey, that feels so good. You’re making me feel so horny. Mmmmmmm — I can hardly wait for you to make me cum.” So, spreading her legs apart as far as she could, she asked me to move down between them on my tummy and get nice and comfortable. Once there, her big hairy pussy was right in front of my face and I could smell a musky odor coming from it. And I will never forget to this day the effect that smell was having on my cock. It was making it so hard that it was actually hurting worse than ever. As I lay there looking at her pussy, I could see her big hairy lips starting to open, revealing a light pink area between. Being so totally overwhelmed, I wasn’t exactly sure what I should do at that point, even thought she had just described what oral sex was to me. So I asked her and she said, “all you have to do sweetheart, is spread the lips apart so you can see the area between them.” Then she explained each part as she pointed to her vagina, her pee-hole, and to her big swollen clitoris. And the whole area was all wet with a sticky lubrication. When she pointed to her clitoris, she said, “I would like you to put your mouth over it and start to gently lick and suck on it. And this will make me cum with a wonderful orgasm.” So that’s what I did, as she introduced me to the my first pussy. As I began to give her oral, the special smell and taste of her hot pussy juices along with a musky pee odor really made me excited. It seemed to send powerful shock-waves throughout my whole body. As my mind was trying to absorb this extremely unbelievable sight before me, I could hear her beginning to moan a little bit from the pleasure that I was giving to her. This whole thing was so erotic.
Any wonder I remember it so well. And as soon as I started to lick her clitoris, she yelled out, “Yes! YES! Kenny. That’s the spot sweetheart. Keep sucking on it — oh god, that feels good.” And as I did, I noticed her stomach muscles jumping each time my tongue rubbed across the head of her magic button. Then before long, she started to hump her hips and ass up and down in time with my licking. And I could hear her breathing becoming more pronounced as she continued to moan and groan almost steady. While I was sucking on her clitoris, I felt it getting bigger and harder. At the same time, more and more pussy juice was coming from somewhere. And for a young inexperienced boy like I was, it’s strong musky, pee odor and even the taste of it was making me more excited by the second. It was intoxicating me. It was just heavenly, and it was beginning to make my sore throbbing cock almost burst from being so hard again. It was almost impossible to describe what I was feeling just then. My mind was in a total spin and I couldn’t comprehend everything. But I do remember sucking mostly on her clitoris and stopping now and then to lick up her hot lubricating juices from the other areas of her pussy.
I don’t remember how long I continued to give her oral sex, but she was really enjoying it and I could tell that she was getting more and more excited by the minute. It may have been 4 or 5 minutes before she finally reached her orgasm because I can still remember how my tongue kept getting tired and I would slow down for a moment or two to rest it. Then suddenly she yelled out to me, “oh honey — I’m going to cum.” and then she lifted her big bum up off the bed and let out a long loud grunt. Following that, she yelled out again, “don’t stop — don’t stop licking me — oh god, I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! DON’T STOP, PLEASE DON’T STOP, OOOOOHHHHH.” And then she let out another real loud grunt and as she did, some hot liquid shot out of her pee hole all over my face. But, because she wanted me to keep on sucking on her clitoris, I didn’t let that stop me. Finally she let out a third long moaning grunt and this time she closed her legs on my head and gripped it like a vice for a moment. Then I felt a little bit more hot liquid shoot out my face again. Following that, she let out another 2 or 3 grunting moans again.
Finally reaching exhaustion, her big bum and legs fell flat on the bed. After catching her breath, she reached down and asked me to come up beside her. And then she cuddled me up in her arms and thanked me for making her cum so beautifully. She gave me a nice wet kiss on my mouth which was still dripping from her pussy juices and then she said, “Oh honey — that was just perfect — I don’t ever remember having such a wonderful orgasm like that before — Now I’m spoiled, and I will be wanting that all the time — Will you do that for me?” And I said I would, and then she kissed me some more as we both lay still for a little while. When a few minutes had passed and the excitement from her orgasm had subsided, she felt my hard cock pushing up against her. So she took it in her hand and said, “Oh sweetie — I’m sure you need to cum again, don’t you?” Then rolling over on her back again, she asked me to climb on top of her and push my cock into her vagina. And when I did, it was so hot and wet inside her and the feeling of her vagina squeezing it was absolutely unbelievable again. At first I just lay on her, enjoying the feeling she was giving me. But eventually I needed more and so I started to move my cock in and out of her. This time, I didn’t cum right away like I did previously. Maybe it was because I was getting more used to sex now. And so I continued to slowly thrust in and out as she held me in her arms.
As I made love to her, I remember her moving her ass up and down with my thrusts. Like all the other things we did together, I will never forget this either. And gradually, I could feel my throbbing cock getting closer and closer to reaching the point of no return again. When she knew I was getting close, she encouraged me to start going harder and faster to make it more enjoyable for me. Finally I started to cum and I think I nearly lost my mind as another long powerful orgasm exploded inside my cock and spread all over my body. After that day, we usually had sex every morning before we got up, and every evening when we went to bed. And sometimes I would masturbate in between. And like she told me, I did start to ejaculated thick white semen about 2 weeks after she had taught me all about sex. Although she couldn’t climax as often as I could, she made sure that I had sex whenever I wanted it. And she would love to give me a blow-job because she loved to have me cum in her mouth. But she also liked to have intercourse with me just so she could feel me ejaculating my thick hot cum into her vagina. She was the most wonderful aunt and sex teacher a boy could ever have. Yes, she became my one and only lover, friend, guardian and special aunt right up until I was 23, and then likely due to her being over weight, she suddenly passed away from a heart attack. Yes, I will never forget her.
After her death, I have remained single up until now, but I have since become involved with a number of older women ranging in age from their late 40’s to their early 60’s. And I have to admit, these older ladies make wonderful sex partners too, but not quite like my aunt was.
If any of you have enjoyed an experience like this, I would enjoy hearing from you. You can contact me at ([email protected]) I am also very fortunate to have been able to claim all the private 35 mm. photos we had taken of each other back then before other family members moved in to claim her belongings. These are not for public viewing, but I can share a few with you privately.

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