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.

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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.