Stone Hard - Part 1 (Inc, m/Ff, Dom) I was exhilarated when parents pulled off the driveway. Their annual road trip to see the great country of ours, they always called it, but for me, it was nothing but two weeks of boredom - stuck in the back of their car. Being sixteen, I pleaded, begged and argued my case with mom, who finally gave into my wishes stay behind. She stocked the refrigerator with food and freezer with TV dinners and gave me enough money to purchase anything that I may need. Being in the city closer to grocery stores and small restaurants, she knew that I could survive for two weeks without them. It was summer of 1967 - No internet, no PC’s, no video games, no DVD’s, etc…? Well, perhaps I felt being sixteen, I was old enough to stay home alone and also, I hated road travel, especially with my dad, who was always grouchy and mother, who was overly protective. Free, but board, I watched TV for a while, then when I got tired of watching TV, I leisurely snooped around the house looking for ways to kill my time, finally ending in my parent’s room which was restricted to me. I checked every dresser drawer, smelled every perfume and cologne on top of the dresser, opened the closet door inhaling mom’s aroma and looked around, not looking for anything in particular, but just checking things - when I spotted couple of small cardboard boxes stacked up at one corner, concealed by mom’s long dresses that were hung above them. Curiously, I pull out one box, opened it and immediately knew hit the jackpot. Arranged inside the box were all Playboy magazines. I was stunned that my own father who acted as a saint even looked at porn, much less collecting them in his bedroom that he shared with mom. So without a doubt, mom knew about them or she read them as well. With shaky hands, I picked up several magazines and laid them on parent’s bed, stepped back and looked at girls in cover pages trying to select the prettiest one. Dam! They were all so very beautiful and had me squeezing my own dick. Then I opened each magazine compared each centerfold to select the most beautiful one as my cock was in full attention and need a good whacking. Again, it was a hard task. Finally I debated if I should masturbate looking at Miss June 1967, Joey or Miss July Heather and decided to rush to the bathroom with Joey and Heather both. I swiftly removed my underwear and comfortable shorts with an elastic waistband that I wore around the house and sat on the toilet seat holding centerfold picture of Joey in one hand and my very stiff cock in other, whacking it slowly, admiring the beauty of the centerfold that I was about to unload to. Luck would have it, as I was increasing the temp in anticipation of a thunderous climax, when the doorbell rang. I was mad, but determinedly, I kept whacking my swollen member to reach my climax, ignoring the doorbell. Then when it rang repeatedly, I began to lose my concentration enough; I put down the magazine cursing as I did and put on my shorts before heading to open the door. It was Aunt Jean at the door... “Hey hunk, I heard that you are all alone?” She said entering the house before I even invited her in, which wasn’t unusual for her. “I got to use the bathroom” she said walking down the hallway as I stood there in shock and embarrassment knowing that she would surely see the magazine that I left on the floor, directly in front of the toilet. But, still somewhat aroused, I just couldn’t take my eyes away from her butt that was so full and left not much for imagination with cutoff denims that she had on and the way she swayed her marvelous butt as she walked with ankle high boots she wore. I stood their frozen like a statue, waiting for Aunt Jean to come out of the bathroom and yell at me. At least to radicle me for reading such dirt. Aunt Jean, mom’s youngest sister was barely eight years older than me. We used to be very close when she lived with us till dad kicked her out after repeatedly warning her to stay away from dope and drop her circle of friends that he didn’t approve. Later, she went on to live with her friends and now only comes to visit when Dad wasn’t around to beg mom for money. I had always liked her. When I became a teenager, I even began to admire her beauty and secretly wished that I could get to see more of her body, especially those breasts that shifted up and down with each step that she took in skimpy tops. Sometime the tops she wore were made of thin material and they didn’t leave a bit of her breasts for imagination as she stopped wearing bras at one point in time. “So, what are you up to dude?” She asked walking towards me as she didn’t notice anything unusual in the bathroom. “Nothing” I muttered looking away. “Hey, you know what? Do you want to go for a ride? I dropped of Jack at his friends place; they are having a jamming session and have his motorcycle with me. What do you say cool head?” I hesitated, but Aunt Jean insisted by grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the house till I finally agreed, locked the door and followed her to the street where the motorcycle was. I stood there and eyed Aunt Jean’s flawless sexy leg that kick started the motorcycle, before hoping on behind her. No sooner I sat, she pulled off the curb and accelerated down the street and turned to Santa Monica Street almost within few seconds. And then, she zoomed down as I desperately held on to her waist pushing myself closer to her back to stay safe. It was awesome, but Aunt Jean’s lose, smooth long hair kept flowing back, covering my vision at times. To be able to look over her shoulders, I kept moving my head side to side and finally resolved to place my chin on her back, almost near her neck. “How do you like it?” she asked as she made another turn on to Highland. “I love it, but you are going too fast” I yelled at her over the loud sound of the engine that roared. “Get closer and hold on to me. We’ll be hitting few curves and bends soon” she yelled back as I scooted forward and held her tightly. Well…I found that was to be a big mistake. Before we went a mile, my cock began to get stimulated swiftly. Just moments ago, I was getting ready to cum looking at a centerfold and now that my crotch was pressed up against Aunt Jen’s butt, every imperfection on the road caused my cock to pulse and every pulse caused my cock to lengthen. As she turned towards the Griffith Park, my cock was rigid and pressed up against her back and I here didn’t even have aid of underwear to conceal it. At that point, I began to wish that she would turn around to take me home, instead she kept ridding, past the observatory towards isolated hilly area. When she finally stopped near a dirt covered area, she turned off the engine and stood facing down the slope. Fortunately for me, she didn’t turn to look at me as I stood by the bike tenting my shorts. “Let’s walk down that footpath” she said pointing towards a path that went down the slope” I was puzzled… What more was here I was trying my best to hide my tent in the pants and she wanted to walk down. “Why? Why do we have to go down there?” I questioned looking for a window to escape having to walk down with her, when the danger of showing her my aroused state could be easily detected. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you or push you down” Aunt Jean giggled, pulling me by hand as she began to walk down the path. After taking about ten, maybe fifteen steps, she stopped, still holding my hand as I stood right behind her. We stood there for few seconds, what seemed as hours without a word. Then she turned around, looked up smiling mischievously and I immediately knew that I was had. I felt warm and I must have turned crimson at the moment. “Well… well…dude” she smiled eyeing my tent and kept staring at it first. After a moment, she walked behind me, immediately pressing her breasts right up against my back, reached for my waistline and fumbling wildly to get my pants down, saying in a soft sensual tone, "I want to see what has been poking my rear all this time”. Moment she had my pants pulled down enough, she snuck her hand and firmly held my dick and swiftly pulled it out, at the same time she kissed the back of my neck and whispered “Stay still and let me take care of your problem” I stood there speechlessly, my t shirt pulled up away from my dick and my pants down around my knees as I kept my feet together not knowing how else to react. She took her right hand away from my waist, and brought it up to her mouth and filled it with her saliva. Then I felt the warm slickness of her hand as her hand encircled my cock and began to stroke. The feeling was so intense and it was nothing like that I had experienced before. My beautiful aunt’s cushy breasts were pressed up against my back and her warm lips traveled along my neck, occasionally sucking my ear lobes while she whispered in her soft sexual voice, “Do you like it Brad?” There was nothing to dislike, but lot to like and love the way she did what she did. So I said nothing but grunt and moan in approval of how well my aunt was jacking me off. And I must say the sensation was so great that I had no control to delay crossing the point of no return. I shot my load into the open air kicking my legs kick uncontrollably, jerking and shaking my body while my butt lurched back to my aunt, whose sexy frame was firmly pressed up against me. I gasped, cried out and moaned loudly to the violent eruptions, one after another, as my cum shots became airborne and as she kept pumping, the remainder filling her hands. She giggled loudly seeing me cum and kept up the speed and the rhythm of her strokes, while squeezing my member bit firmly to milk every single drop of my juice went to fertilize the mother earth. Aunt Jean giggled hysterically whipping her hands on my shirt and then she turned me around to face me giving me a wicked smile. “Now, no more poking my butt when you on the motor-bike” She said playfully pulling my cock once more before I tacked it inside my shorts. “If you do, I have to tell your mother” she giggled as we rode off towards my house. Needless to say that I was hard again when we got home. She looked at me grinning, but didn’t offer to give me another hand-job, instead asked for something to eat. “Your mother said she has some old clothe in her room that I can have” she said while I put leftover food in the oven. After about good thirty minutes, she reappeared in the kitchen saying that she couldn’t find any clothes that mom saved her and she would stop by again later to look for them. I kept staring at Aunt Jean’s very sexy frame while we ate in front of the TV and she eyed my hard-on several times, each wrinkling one side of her mouth. I found no reason to hide my hard-on and wished that she would do as she did once more to save me the work of having to rub it myself. She left without offering me any relief, but asked for $10.00 which I gave her out of the money that mom had given me. “Thank you Brad! You know you are one horney cat? Look at you…” she smirked and giggled. Then she thought for moment, chuckled again before walking off. ................................................................. ................................................................. . I didn’t hear from Aunt Jean for few days following that, but I relived and cherished the memories of two hand jobs that I received from her. In fact, I thought so much about her – so that I didn’t even spend much time looking at my newly found treasure, collection of Playboy magazines. Instead, I thought so much about how her soft hands felt on my rigid cock, how wonderful it felt when she treaded my cock till I ejaculated and few seconds of pleasure holding her breasts in my hands, so on. She finally called around midweek to see how I was doing. She told me that she was getting ready to go to a beach party that she couldn’t take me along, but said that she could take me to a party at her friend’s ranch on Saturday and I eagerly accepted her offer. That Saturday, Aunt Jean came with several of her friends in a VW van. While few of her friends got off the vehicle and stood by the curb, Aunt Jean came to the door to pick me up. From my first look at her, I saw her had turned more beautiful within few days and the long dress that she wore without a bra and the hat with few flowers seemed to suite her well and made her look more sophisticated and elegant. As I looked out, I saw couple of bearded guys with long hair and bellbottoms hanging out with few girls. “Are you ready to party tonight?” Aunt Jean asked with a nice warm smile. “Sure I am” I said locking the door behind me. “Ok, it will be wild and could get little crazy. Just enjoy the night” she said taking my hand and hopping towards the van. Once we were crammed inside the van, I was introduced to everyone. I found the younger girl who I sat by to be Melody and she became chatty immediately and was curious about my age, my taste of music, etc... While she rolled up smoke that got passed around quickly from hand to hand. When it was Melody turn, she took a puff and passed it to me and I did the same. I wasn’t habitual pot smoker, but have been smoking with friends for year or two. It wasn’t any different at the ranch. Guys and girls kept coming. Each carrying beer, soda or food, while few guys kept the grill going. I was amazed by the number of good looking girls there were and how freely they went from one hand to another, kissing, hugging and even allowing guys to fondle them as it was no serious matter. What more were bras appeared as item that was prohibited to wear. There were girls with big breasts, small breasts, perky type, you name it, and there was at least one in each type. My eyes were well treated… As the party started to heat up, so did the speed in which a joint went from one hand to another. In between messing around with guys and smoking her share of pot, Aunt Jean made sure that I was looked after at all times. All was fine at one moment. I was high and it was a good high. I was talking with Melody, who perhaps felt sorry to see me sitting alone. Then I heard someone yelling out; “Hey Jean! Is that true that you gave a hand-job to your nephew for ten bucks?” Then I heard a loud laughs, from a group of eight or nine. “Shut up Jack. That’s none of your business. I fuck, suck and give hand jobs to anyone I like” I heard Aunt Jean yell back as the group laughed again. “Jean, next time find a guy with an adult dick to you to play with. Not kids, you hear? Come here baby, see what I have here for you” Jack teased Aunt Jean pointing to his crotch and by that time, I knew I was red like an apple in shame and embarrassment. I took a long puff from the joint that I held, passed it to someone, got up and started walking up the long driveway towards the street. “Wait Brad….wait-up…” I heard Melody approaching behind me and I stopped. More than that, I was moderately high, angry and embarrassed in front of a crowd of hippies. “Brad, where are you going? Don’t you know they were just joking?” she said holding my hand. Let’s go back. There is no place to go for miles. Besides you don’t want to walk around in an unknown areas alone” she cautioned. I didn’t say anything. “You are little stoned, aren’t you?” Melody asked trying to assess my condition. “Yeah… I know you are upset about what Jack said, aren’t you?” she asked quickly sensing reason for my behavior. “Do you want to walk around for few minutes to calm down?” she asked then, this time pulling me to her by my waist and leaning on to me. “Oh man. You are not only high, you have a hard-on, don’t you?” she giggled and that was the first that I came to be aware of state of my cock that was hard. “Ok, stay here. Let me gram couple of sodas and after that we can walk around the ranch, but not too far, ok” she said squeezing my hand. She ran to the house and returned with two bottles of coke while I stood there trying to figure how and why I even developed a boner. It wasn’t much of a walk. We walked about fifty feet from the ranch house when melody guided me to a huge oak tree and helped me sit. Then she handed me a soda and asked me to drink it, while she sipped hers. After moments of silence she moved her head towards my ear and whisperingly asked “So it was true ha?” “True what?” I murmured. “Did your aunt give you a hand-job?” Didn’t answer, but Melody yelled out “So it is true. That’s sooo… kinky and so outta sight” she giggled and asked “was it fun?” “Yes” I murmured again “Then why do you have a hard-on now. Is that from pot? Do you get hard when you get stoned” Melody cooed and slowly placed her hand on my crotch and then rubbed the length up and down over my pants. “You are hard. Rock hard aren’t you?” she asked and kept rubbing the length for a while and when she stopped rubbing, her hands were fumbling around my belt buckle and zipper . “You want this right..?” She asked without stopping what she was after until she managed to pull down my pants with my assistance to let my aching tool out. And I sighed as her fingers swiftly made a quick inspection of it, from the tip to the base with her fingers. “It is as big as big guy’s peters over there… I know why Jean said that you have nice pecker” Melody said surprising me, referring to the guys at the party and Aunt Jean who may have spilled the beans. “Have you messed with big guys over there?” I asked, partly being jealous that Melody who was holding my cock now in her hands may have fucked not one, several older guys. “Yes, few of them. Who knows who you mess with when you are high” She chuckled and then started by clutching her hand above the head of my cock and very slowly and firmly slid her hand downward over the head and on down the shaft, squeezing it firmly to maximize the pleasurable sensations she was giving me. “I like holding a peter and petting it, than having a guy stick it into me sometime, you know” she said as my cock throbbed violently in her soft hands. I grunted and let out some animal sounds. Then her hand reached the base of my shaft, she released the pressure of her hand and quickly slid her hand back up over the head where she reapplied her firm grip and began her slow downward stroke over the head and down along the shaft. She kept doing it while looking into me and smiling like a mischievous little girl. Even in the dim moonlight, I saw how her eyes gleamed. The pleasure was unbearably exquisite. She kept stroking my cock softly with one hand, then both hands and then again, she would stroke use just one hand, while fondling my sack with the other. Sometimes she would stop stroking it all together and run her fingers over the tip or circle the ring. I was so existed and badly in need of shooting my load, but my cock remained hard as ever, dripping pre-cum that boiled in my sack. I reached and pulled Melody towards me and began kissing her, fondled her breasts over her clothes at first and later found my hands unbuttoning her top and reaching inside her dress to find her braless breasts. I swayed my hips to the rhythm of her hand movements, all in desperate desire to cum, but nothing worked, at least for several more minutes. “You are stoned and stone hard” Melody giggled jacking me off with both hands in swift strokes. Her both hands very tightly wrapped around my shaft, while I held each of her breasts in each my hands and our lips glued together. “I am as horney as you are, but I am too bloody today” she said with a disappointed tone. I had no desire to fuck a girl in during her monthly period and it so happened that first opportunity that I got to fuck a girl happened to be during her period. “But, I see that you want more than a hand-job” she chuckled. “Maybe we can still get it on some other way” she hissed, kissed my lips and took a firm grip on my shaft again. At that point, I would have settled for anything, including fucking anything that was alive, but not bloody, and therefore I let her do whatever she deemed suitable. Melody held my shaft with one hand first and pushed her hair back with the other. “I don’t do this very often” she said looking into me. And then she immediately took my cock in her slippery mouth, sucked it like a little girl hungrily sucking a popsicle, increasing the suction like she was trying to siphon gas from a hose as she bobbed her head up and down. It was terrific and I felt the urge to shoot my load right then and there, but as before, hard as my cock was, my balls may have been too dry to pump cum into the shaft to shoot out. I moaned each time her mouth slid down on my cock and her nose made contact with my pubic. She paused holding my cock, kissed me and then went back down to lick the underside of my throbbing cock in a long slow stroke from base to tip. She moved a little after few strokes and sat up on her knees to get a better angle and kissed the tip of my winking eye and then her mouth hovered over my head for a second teasingly while I waited in anticipation before taking good deal of my cock in her slippery mouth, then bobbed her head up and down letting my cock slide in and out of her mouth. It was heavenly as I kept moaning, louder and louder especially when the head of my cock kept making contact with her throat. Then she let her lips slide slowly down my shaft until it hit the back of my throat. She let out “Mmm’s and aha’s next tasting my skin on my tongue and licked the vein thick underside of me in little flicks as she slid back up toward my head. Her hands moved back up in unison with her lips and her hands matched the rhythm of her mouth letting me feel her all the way down to my balls. I kept moaning and kept my hands on the top of her head. Finally, Melody increased her rhythm, moving her hands up and down twice as fast as her lips and then slowed it down again to pull me back from the edge. I groaned wanting to cum in her sweet mouth so badly. Then she started all over again working me up to wordless frenzy. That time, I was so close and didn’t want to be teased to death anymore. I held her head tightly in my hands while she held me in her mouth. At that point Melody had one hand full of my balls, the other wrapped around the base of my shaft, my cock deep in her mouth. I took a deep breath, froze that exact moment in my memory and thrust into her mouth few time with my hips, sending jets of cum into her already full mouth. She gasp, but swallowed, at least most of it. Once I let my cock out of her mouth, she licked it clean and kissed me giving me taste of my own cum. We headed back holding hands. Melody disappeared with another guy into the house soon after and I happily, eat, drank and smoked, watching all the beautiful babes getting it on with guys.