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 ASSTR;'Bessy'{Bunyip}(MF)[1!1] Subject: Bessy
Date: 21 Apr 2004
From: Bunyip
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Archive: AASTR/Authors/Aussie_Bunyip
CAUTION: This story contains adult themes not appropriate to minors.

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==== ASSTR;'Bessy'{Bunyip}(M/F)[1!1] Bessy by Bunyip

   I am still amazed when I remember my first time.  I was nineteen, but
then that was the normal age back then.  You see I am thinking of the early
fifties, just after WWII, when girls were virgins when they married, or at
least they insisted that they were.  Bessy Thomas and I had been playing
around quite a bit as far as kissing and groping each other and she had let
me caress her through her panties.  Panties, on young girls at least, were
usually thick cotton bloomers that looked more like old mens underpants
with full coverage from the waist to the top of the thighs.

   We were at a "Works Picnic" for the coal miners when Bessy came over to
me.  I was sitting under a tree almost engulfed in the branches with my
back against the trunk.  We were well away from the crowd.  I had hidden
there because I had pinched a bottle of beer and intended to drink it
without the others knowing.  I wasn't old enough to drink legally.  Though
the other miners would not have stopped me, the wives and my parents may
have.  The drinking age was twenty one back then.

   Bessy stepped into the branches saying "Hi Tom".  I smiled at her as she
straddled my legs and squated on my lap.  She lifted her skirts as she sat
to avoid sitting on them but gave me a nice look at her brand new, yellow
silk drawers on the way down.  Now silk drawers would have been considered
enough of a message to have pronounced her as "available".  Flashing them
at me was simply delivering the message.  "Like them?" she said "They're
brand new.  I got them for my birthday.  You want to feel them?" Now that
was he clincher, I was given the "rights of passage so to say." What do you
think my reaction would be?

   My hand went underneath her skirts and straight to her panties.  A pussy
never feels quite as good as it does through silk drawers, except when it's
gliding over the silky skin of a nice hard cock.  I felt all over her
pantie crotch until I noticed they were beginning to feel wet and pulled my
hand away thinking I had made her pee or something such.  With my hand away
she snuggled in closer until the heat from her pussy was nestled on my
growing bulge.  My legs spread to steady my posture as she slid closer to
my ever more noticable cock.

   She leaned into me and gave me a nice close hug pressing her breasts
against my chest.  I was wearing very loose, baggy even, cotton trousers
with a button up front which she soon found.  She undid the fly buttons one
by one with a kiss after each button, and then she opened my fly, pulling
my mostly hard cock from its resting place.

   Bessy pressed her silky drawers against it and rubbed back and forth as
if rooting me.  I felt so good that I knew that just a little more and I
would shoot my load all over her pretty panties and skirts, not to mention
my trousers.  Still she rubbed herself onto me as she began saying "Oh, Oh
yes, Oh my, That's good." I am certain that she had never had sex before
either, and we were both happy just to rub against each other.  In fact I
came to learn from other men that it wasn't terribly unusual for couples to
have sex that way when they were courting at least.  To this day I still
like to mount a woman from behind with my cock between her thighs and rub
against her silky drawers, most commonly nylon now.

   Still just as things were getting interesting we both stopped dead to
the sound of "Bessy, what are you doing?" It sounded just like her mother
standing behind her.  Standing straight up she left me lying there with a
stiff cock pointing skywards.  The woman was her auntie, not her mother,
and somehow that seemed much better.  She looked at me with what I suppose
was meant to be anger but I could see a yearning in her eyes.  "Please, We
weren't going too far, I wouldn't..."

   "Oh be quiet boy," she insisted turning to look again at Bessy, with one
hand on her skirts where her pussy was and the other over her mouth.  "One
should never leave a man erect my mother always told me." the auntie said.
With that, and after a quick look around to make sure nobody else was going
to interrupt her, the auntie came over to me and straddled my legs
squatting down on them.  She pulled her skirts up and I saw her white satin
and lace French knickers.  She hitched them down over her hips and onto her
thighs baring her arse to my cock but not allowing me any view at all.. 
Their tightness kept her knees together as she guided my cock into her open
wet hole before sitting directly onto it.

   "My boy, I'm doing you a favour, and you're doing me one as well; by not
telling anybody about this.  Understand?" I nodded as she began to ride my
still swelling cock with Bessy looking on from behind, keeping a lookout as
her auntie had insisted.

   The woman rode me like a champion jockey with her knees together on my
chest, and her feet either side of me.  Her hands held my shoulders for
support.  I looked up into her face, expecting an old womans face, a
composed stare but found instead a discrete grin, lightly squinted eyes and
a look of total concentration as she focused on pleasuring herself. 
Several times she let out a gasp and almost stopped, then she quickened the
pace again before squeezing her vaginal muscles tightly around the base of
my cock and in one or two motions drew the cum right out of me, my cock
spurting like a gusher into her masterly vagina.

   Still tightly gripping on my cock she drew upwards time and again as if
milking my cock of every drop.  Finally, she rose up off me pulling up her
knickers in one motion, so rapidly that I have to admit I saw nothing of
her sensitive female flesh other than her milky white thighs and nylon
stockings.  She walked over to Bessy and spoke with her before leaving us
and going back to the picnic.

   Bessy watched her go and then came over to me and lay between my legs to
take my deflated cock into her hands.  "What did she say?" I had to ask. 
Bessy smiled at me and said "She thinks your a good catch.  She likes you
and even said you are very well endowed, but she says for me to lick you
clean and, if you come up again, to do it with you.  If you can manage
that, I'm to marry you -after I've had some fun too!!!"

   "I think I can manage that." I said with a big grin as my itching cock
began it's rise.