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Congestion

I had decided to seduce my next-door neighbour’s daughter, Amy. They had moved in a few months ago and the more I got to know her the more I was captivated and aroused by her adolescent body, just on the point of turning from a girl into a young woman. At 14, Amy was still shy and quiet, but polite and interesting once she got chatting. I treated her as an adult and she quickly became friends with her ‘Aunt Gina’. Physically she was tall and slender, with ash blonde hair, pale blue eyes and pale, slightly freckled skin - very Nordic. Her face was pretty and innocent with a large, full-lipped mouth. Her neat breasts and slim hips were rapidly filling out; I got the impression that she was a little bemused at the changes that were happening to her body. It would not be long before she discovered boys - or even girls. I had to strike fast.

Her mother got a job in town which meant she didn’t get home until after 6 pm. She fretted at Amy being on her own when she returned from school at about 3.30. I said that the girl could come round to my house - I worked from home - and do her homework or just chill out, which suggestion was gratefully received by both, as Amy was a little nervous at being home alone, no doubt encouraged by her mother’s anxiety. She turned up reliably and apart from making sure she had a drink and was happy I left her pretty much to her own devices while I worked upstairs in my bedroom-cum-office. But I was preparing my traps.

Shortly after this arrangement began, we had an unseasonably hot spell. Amy’s school uniform - dark skirt, blouse and heavy blazer - meant that she arrived at my house hot and perspiring. I suggested that she take a shower and keep some casual clothes at my house to change into - again, gratefully received. So I was treated to the sight of the young girl wandering around my house and garden in a pair of high-cut shorts and tight T-shirt which innocently showed off to perfection the developing curves of her body. I wondered how I might accidentally surprise her in the shower ...

It got hotter. I laid my plans. Amy was downstairs in the lounge. I called down to her that it looked like a thunderstorm was coming; could she get the washing in off the line? The obedient girl did so.

‘Where shall I put it, Auntie Gina?’

I asked her to bring it up to my bedroom, and she appeared carrying the laundry basket, happy to help. I had carefully hung out various items of skimpy underwear, which lay blatantly on top of the pile. The girl’s eyes couldn’t avoid them.

‘Are these yours?’ she asked.

I held up a tiny red thong. ‘Yes, of course. Who else’s would they be?’

I could see her thinking, what’s a middle-aged woman doing wearing stuff like this?

‘Do you like them? I love wearing them, they’re so light and soft. I love the feel of silk against my skin.’

Amy stroked one of the almost transparent G-strings gingerly. ‘It does feel nice.’

‘They look nice too. See, I’m wearing one at the moment.’

Casually I lifted the hem of my summer dress to show her a flimsy white thong which hugged my hips and my prominent shaven mound. I knew that the outline of my pussy lips and slit were plainly visible. Amy’s eyes and mouth grew round with amazement.

I let my dress fall back. I picked up a pink silk camisole with spaghetti straps.

‘Here, why don’t you try this on?’

She took it hesitantly. I could see she was entranced by the almost-not-there feel of the flimsy silk. Suddenly she whipped her T shirt off, revealing a plain white cotton bra, and eased the camisole over her head. It clung to her body.

‘Hmm, nice, but they’re designed to be worn without a bra. Look, like this.’

Casually I unhooked the straps of my dress and let it fall to the floor. I was now naked apart from my tiny white thong that looked like it had been painted onto my skin. I may be middle-aged, but my body is fit and tanned and firm. Before Amy could say anything I took a similar top from the basket and shucked it over my head, smoothing it down over my breasts. The girl stared at me.

‘Try it,’ I said. She wavered for a bit, then pulled the top off and reached behind her to undo her bra, pointing her conical breastlets at me.

‘Mum says my breasts will sag when I’m older if I don’t wear a bra all the time.’

‘That’s not quite true,’ I said, fighting to keep my voice casual as the youngster’s pale breasts and puffy pink nipples were exposed. ‘I’m pretty old - well, 45 - and I’ve never worn a bra. My breasts aren’t sagging, are they?’ I stuck my chest out. Indeed, my D-cup tits are firm and solid and don’t sag at all.

‘I haven’t had implants or anything. Here, feel how firm they are.’

I caught her hand and gently pulled it towards me, helping her to cup the underside of my left breast through the silky top. The touch of her cool fingers made my nipples harden, which she couldn’t fail to notice. The girl held my breast gingerly, relaxing a little to squeeze it gently.

‘There’s a way to stop your breasts sagging. I’ll show you later on if you like. But put the camisole on, see how it feels.’

The teenager obediently pulled the top over her head. I smoothed it down over her bust, relishing the feel of her soft warm skin through the thin silk. Her puffy nipples distorted the material.

‘How’s that?’

She ran her fingers over her shoulders and breasts, and wriggled a little.

‘It feels nice. ...’

‘Like someone caressing your skin.’

‘Mmm ...’

‘Try on some of the other things too. What about these?’ I held up a pair of very sheer black silk panties, cut high on the hips. Amy pulled her shorts off to reveal sensible white knickers that nevertheless clung closely to her crotch. She peeled these off casually and I had to stifle a little moan at the sight of her almost bare pussy, only a light fuzz of fine blonde hair on her mons. Her outer labia were like pink cushions. She eased the black panties over her hips and I reached forward and made sure that they were seated correctly into her crotch. Gratifyingly, the girl accepted my help as totally natural.

‘Those look superb,’ I said. ‘Here, look in the mirror. How do they feel on you?’

Amy looked at herself in the full-length mirror, turning from side to side. I saw her blush at the sight of her body arrayed in obviously sexy underwear.

‘Oh, Auntie Gina! It’s ... lovely. It feels like I’m hardly wearing anything at all.’

‘I know. That’s why I like wearing them. Well, I’ve got lots more. Let’s have a trying-on session, shall we? And please drop the Auntie - it makes me feel old!’

I dumped a heap of flimsy fripperies on the bed. Amy’s eyes widened at the sight of so much silky, lacy, sensuously coloured clothing. I held up a red G string whose front panel was almost transparent. I peeled off my own panties, taking my time so that the girl could see my completely shaven puss and prominent labia, and then stepped into the G-string, easing it around my lips and getting the back strap seated between my buttocks. I posed for her.

‘Wow! You’re ...’

‘What am I?’

‘Your pubic hair ... it’s not there. Mum’s got quite a lot ...’

‘I shave it off. I’ve been shaving ever since I was a teenager.’

‘Why?’

‘I like the feel of being bare. And it’s very hygienic. Much easier to wash.’ After a juicy sex session, I nearly said. I slipped the G-string down my thighs. ‘Here, feel how smooth it is.’

I directed her hand to my mons, and nearly swooned at the touch of her soft fingers. The girl stroked me gingerly with her knuckles.

‘I shave every other day,’ I said. ‘Just like shaving my legs and armpits. You’ll do that when you’re a bit older. But here, try this on.’ I gave her the G-string, excited at the thought of it nestling against her pussy just after it had been against mine.

Amy doffed the black panties and pulled the G-string up, giggling as she got it tangled up and had to start again, giving me a good view of her almost hairless slit as she did so. She posed in the mirror and blushed again. I told her how beautiful she looked.

For the next half hour we busied ourselves trying on various panties, thongs, tangas, G-strings, and tops, all flimsy and designed to caress the wearer and expose the maximum amount of skin. Much of the time one or other of us was casually naked, sorting through the items. Amy became more comfortable with her body and the feel and look of the silky cloth against her intimate regions. Dying with lust, I observed her pink breast-buds swelling.

‘You’re a lovely girl, Amy,’ I said. ‘It would be shame for you to have to wear a bra all the time. Shall I show you how to stop your breasts sagging?’

‘Oh yes please,’ she said with that blue-eyed innocent expression that made me melt.

I stood naked in front of her, and cupped my breasts in my hands.

‘Well, the secret is to massage them regularly, once or twice a day. Squeeze them gently in your hands, working upwards and outwards towards the nipples. Once you get used to it you can massage them more firmly. Like this.’

It was hard not to close my eyes with pleasure as I squeezed my tits firmly and watched as Amy started to do the same, her slim fingers caressing her pale conical breasts. Her eyes closed.

‘Now work towards the nipples. Circle your fingertips around them, stroke them, squeeze them gently. Can you feel them getting harder? My nipples are really hard now. Your whole breast should be getting firmer. Can you feel it?’

Amy gave a little purr of contentment. I could see her nipples puckering and extending. Her hands pleasured her breasts and she rolled her nipples between her fingertips.

‘You might find that your breasts start to ache. That’s good, it means the tissue is firming up. Your nipples will ache too, as if they want to burst. You have to carry on, that’s when it’s doing the most good.’

Amy writhed under her own stimulation, firmly believing that she was benefiting her long-term bustline. Her nipples were bright pink and very hard. Suddenly she gave a little ‘Oh!’ and blushed.

‘What’s the matter?’ I said gently. She didn’t reply but opened her eyes wide.

‘Let me guess. You felt a sudden hot wetness in your pussy - a little leakage of fluid?’

The girl nodded.

‘That’s normal. It’s happened to me too. Look.’ I showed her the crotch of my white panties, now with a transparent oval of wetness over my vaginal entrance. ‘You shouldn’t worry about it - it shows that your body is working properly. Women call it pussy congestion. But we can do something about it.’

‘I hope so,’ she giggled. ‘I wouldn’t like to wet my panties every time I firm up my breasts.’

‘I’m afraid it’s inevitable,’ I said. ‘In fact, it shows that you’re doing it properly. Really we should have taken our panties off before we started.’ I slipped mine off, feeling the cool air on my wet labia. Amy followed suit - her crotch was quite soaked and the silk clung to it as she pulled the flimsy item down her thighs.

‘But we must firm our breasts some more. Really about half an hour is not too much. It’s like working out in the gym - the more you ache, the better it is for you. Don’t worry about the pussy congestion for now. Sometimes I leak so much it runs down my leg!’ I gave her a girls-secret grin.

We massaged our breasts a bit more. Amy was moaning softly to herself.

‘Are you fingers aching?’ I said, and she nodded. ‘Would you like me to take over?’

‘Oh yes, please Aunt ... I mean Gina. My hands are getting sore!’

Taking a deep breath I went and stood behind the naked girl, gently pressing my body against her warm back. She was nearly as tall as me - my hard nipples drilled into her shoulderblades. I cupped her breasts softly - they were hot and wonderfully firm. I massaged them with all my skill, teasing and rolling her nipples while she moaned and writhed in my arms.

‘Are you leaking?’ I whispered in her ear.

‘Oh yes! I’m all hot and wet down there. And my breasts feel like they’re going to explode!’

‘What about your pussy? Does that feel all achy and swollen, as if something inside you wants to burst?’

‘Oh yes! I don’t know what to do, Gina!’

Really the girl must be very naive, I thought. Had she never masturbated?

‘Yes, you’ve got bad pussy congestion. That’s because you’re not used to the breast exercises. But not to worry, there’s an easy cure for it. Shall I show you?’

‘Oh yes please Gina!’

‘OK, sit on the edge of the bed, with your legs wide open.’ The girl obeyed with alacrity, exposing her pussy with its swollen pink lips glistening with juice. ‘Now I’m going to put my finger inside you and feel for the congestion, OK? Tell me if it hurts.’

I slid an index finger in between the trusting young teenager’s labia, relishing the hot tight slippery tunnel. I wondered if I would encounter a hymen but I didn’t. I stroked the inside of her vagina gently, asking her if it felt all right. I located her G spot, a pad of rough tissue on the front wall of her vaginal cavity.

‘Yes, that’s it. I can feel the congestion. Maybe you should try it so that you can do it yourself if necessary.’

Amy reached down and stuck her finger in her pussy, twisting her wrist to try and locate the area.

‘I’ve got it, I think. But my arm won’t bend enough.’

There are positions you could use, I thought, but let’s save those for later. ‘It’s much easier if someone else does it for you,’ I said. ‘Let me. Two fingers is better, if that isn’t uncomfortable.’

She shook her head as I slid two fingers back inside her. I suggested she rest back on her arms and stick her hips up a bit, to give me better access. Really this girl would do anything I asked. I massaged her G spot, moving my fingertips in small circles over the swollen pad.

‘There, is that better?’

‘Oh, I don’t know, Gina,’ she said. ‘That seems to make it worse. I feel like I want to explode.’

‘That’s normal. The feelings will get more and more intense, and then suddenly they’ll disappear. Your fluid is leaking out well now, that shows the congestion is being cured. I don’t mind if you want to make a noise, that sometimes helps take your mind off it.’

Amy couldn’t help but make a noise. The sensuous sounds that emerged from the young girl’s throat raised me to a fever pitch of excitement. I had to get my own release soon.

‘It’s not working,’ I said. ‘I’ll try the secondary technique. Lie back on the bed, and I’ll massage the front of your pussy with my other hand.’

Continuing my stimulation of her G spot, with my other fingers I parted the top of her soft labia and stroked her little clitoris. It was hard and rubbery, forced upward by the position she was in. I only just resisted the temptation to bend forward and suck it into my mouth. Amy groaned loudly.

‘What’s the matter, sweetie?’

‘Oh, Gina ... that feels ... oh my!’

Her hips were bucking of their own accord. I massaged her young pussy inside and out, watching her hands grab the duvet and her head twist from side to side. Suddenly she gave a great cry and her body convulsed. I could feel her vagina squeezing my fingers, juice running down my wrist. Her all-consuming orgasm lasted some minutes, leaving her limp and sweaty.

I slid my fingers out and sat on the bed next to her.

‘Does that feel better now, sweetheart? You got rid of a lot of fluid there. I hope the pussy congestion is relieved a bit now.’

Amy’s eyes flickered open - they were misty and unfocussed. ‘Oh my! That was something ... oh, yes, it feels much better now. Thanks, Gina!’

I stroked her forehead while she slowly came down from her peak. When her breathing had calmed I said ‘There’s just one problem. Will you do me a favour, Amy?’

‘Yes, of course, Gina.’

‘My pussy’s feeling very congested too. Will you help me get rid of it?’

‘If I can ...’ The girl sat up, an eager-to-help expression on her pretty young face.

‘Oh, I’m sure you can.’ I sat on the edge of the bed with my thighs spread and leaned back on my elbows, my breasts pointing at the ceiling. ‘Just do to me what I showed you.’

Amy scrambled round to kneel between my legs. I saw her mouth fall open at the sight of my florid, swollen, aroused pussy with its big dusky pink, crinkly labia and the dark glistening tunnel between.

‘I’ve been leaking a lot,’ I said. ‘Can you see where it’s run down my thighs? You’ll have to help.’

Gingerly the girl poked a finger between my lips. It was so slim and I was so dilated with lust that I hardly felt it. But she had long fingers and was soon exploring the walls of my vagina, her knuckles brushing my taut perineum.

‘I think you’ve found the spot,’ I whispered. ‘Is it all swollen and rough?’

‘Oh yes,’ she breathed. ‘And ever so hot.’

‘You might need two or three fingers, I think,’ I said, and was rewarded with a stretching feeling as she pushed them into me.

‘Oh yes, Amy, that feels right. Just keep massaging me. Harder. Even harder.’ I was finding it difficult to keep my voice under control.

Unwittingly she stoked me up to a high pitch of arousal. My muscles quivered around her fingers. I watched the intent expression on her face as she gave me what she thought was medical treatment.

‘I think you’ll have to massage the outside too, sweetheart. I’m very congested. That hard little button, just between the top of my lips. That’s it! Oh yes, that feels better ...’

I lay back and spread my thighs as wide as they would go. The teenager rubbed my G spot and my slippery clit with a will. I could feel the orgasm swelling inside me, hot and fierce. Involuntarily I began to moan and hump my hips. Amy continued with her treatment, doggedly.

Something burst inside me and I screamed softly. My vagina clamped down on her fingers, and fiery liquid squirted from me. I heard her gasp of surprise as it splashed over her hands. She continued to rub me and prolong my climax until I pushed her hands away weakly, panting with exertion.

‘That’s enough, sweetheart. You did a good job. My pussy feels a lot better. I hope I didn’t wet you too much.’

Amy giggled. ‘My hands are soaked. You did get rid of a lot of congestion, didn’t you?’

I looked at the bedside clock. ‘We’d better get cleaned up and dressed – your mum will be home soon. Tell you what – do you want to borrow a few of my things?’

‘Can I?’ The girl’s eyes were wide with excitement. ‘I better not wear them to school, though, had I?’

We washed and dressed and by the time Amy’s mother called to say she was home we were both the picture of innocence.

‘I hope you haven’t been a nuisance to Auntie Gina,’ she said. ‘She’s a busy woman.’

‘Not at all,’ I said. ‘We’ve been trying on clothes, haven’t we?’

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I spent the rest of the evening and the next day in a fever of anticipation, imagining how Amy and I would do our breast exercises together and then have to relieve the inevitable pussy congestion. The girl was so innocent and trusting that I could do virtually anything with her. I felt a seepage into my panties as I heard her ring the doorbell.

‘Hi Amy! Had a good day at school?’

‘Oh yes, but it’s so hot. I can’t wait to have a shower and get into some cooler clothes.’

‘All right. And then we can do our breast exercises together.’

‘Oh, it’s OK, you don’t need to bother about that. I told my mum all about what you’d said and showed her what we’d done, and she said she’d help me. We’re doing it every evening and every morning. My breasts are firmer already, and my pussy doesn’t feel a bit congested! Oh, I forgot, she asked me to give you this.’

In a daze I took the envelope she held out. There was a greetings card, and inside it written the single word ‘Thanks!’

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