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			    Aunt Carol by Christopher Allan Peters
**This story is affectionately dedicated to Miss Juliette Anderson and
director Henry Paris, two pioneers, never to be forgotten.

				****** 'Understanding women' is an
oxymoron. You never really understand them.  If you're lucky you
survive them. Take exhibitionism for example. Why do some women, maybe
even a co-worker or the wife of a neighbor, get pleasure from flashing
hapless shoe salesmen or "surprising" pizza delivery boys wrapped in
just a towel? Power? Danger? What possesses some women to perform sex
in front of others or even before a camera? What is the drive that
causes them to cast all caution and modesty to the wind and actually
do it?

The part that excites me even now, after all that I discovered that
first summer, is what is going through their beautiful minds as they
are showing themselves? Maybe my fiance, Alicia, had it right when she
told me,

"Guys are, like, so serious and heavy about sex. With girls, its
different, not such a big deal. Its just like going to the bathroom
with us."

I'm not saying I understand every woman. But after that summer there
were a few that I thought I knew pretty well. The bad part, the really
bad part that still freaks me even today, is the price of my
education. It's true. You can pick your friends, or even your lovers,
but you can't pick your family.

				******* I put down my suitcase and
pressed the doorbell which chimed inside the large house. I had not
seen my aunt and uncle for nearly five years and I still wasn't sure
we would get along for the year or so I would be attending college and
renting a room from them. This summer was going to be sort of a trial.
School wasn't starting for another two months.

Aunt Carol was my Mom's younger sister and had been something of a
black sheep in our family. Mom had kept contact even if others didn't.
She was a bit wild and had married Uncle Jerry who was the
quintessential loud-mouthed salesman type.

Mom never told me all the details but she said their wedding was
pretty wild, especially some of Uncle Jerry's friends who were more
party people than my Mom's side of the family could handle. I tried to
press her on it but she told me I had better ask Aunt Carol about it
herself someday.

She was always a more stylish dresser but there was definitely a
family resemblance when Mom took off her glasses. I had visited with
her about five or six times while growing up and I'd never seen her in
anything but a dress or skirt and high heels. I used to think she was
a Barbie doll when I was little.

"Hi Aunt Carol", I smiled.

"Chris! Hi! Come on in. I'm so glad to see you.", she blurted reaching
over and pulling me against her in a hug and kiss.

As she pressed me against her I suddenly was aware that I was
flattening her breasts underneath the knit dress she had on and that
she was not wearing a bra. I felt a twitch in my crotch that wasn't at
all innocent embarrassment.

"Chris, my boy, come on in and get settled.", Uncle Jerry boomed as he
grabbed the suitcase out of my hand.

He had gotten balder in the years since I'd last seen him and
developed a bit more of a paunch but he was as overbearing as ever as
he showed me around their very spacious two-story house. With no
children of their own it was no problem for them to board me in one of
the five bedrooms.

As he talked I kept looking over at Aunt Carol and noticed how really
gorgeous she was even if she was twenty years older than I was. I had
never been especially attracted to "older" women but this felt really
strange and dangerous for some reason.

Some of it must have been the way she smiled at me when our eyes met
as if she had some secret she was dying to tell me but was holding
back. It struck me how much she resembled the actress Stella Stevens
from the old Jerry Lewis movie.

I also noticed she was not reluctant to gaze at my crotch when she
thought I wouldn't notice which was something I'd never have suspected
from a my own aunt. Of course, Uncle Jerry was completely oblivious to
our little game. At least it seemed that way.

After some chit-chat and catching up on family matters I went back
upstairs to unpack and get settled into my new room. It was located
down the hall and across from the master bedroom and had its own
bathroom. I undressed and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Hanging from the shower curtain rod were several pairs of pantyhose,
nylon stockings, and a rather plain white elastic garter belt.
Apparently Aunt Carol used this bathroom to rinse her "unmentionables"
and had forgotten to take them out before I arrived. I reached up and
took down a pair of the pantyhose, feeling them in my fingers as my
mind imagined her just slipping them off. They were soft, the all nude
kind. I held them up to my face briefly but they had been washed and
had only a faint detergent scent.

My penis began to swell. I draped the pantyhose over the tip and drew
them across ever so slightly. I took down the stockings and did the
same, letting the silky material irritate the sensitive underside of
my penis.

Suddenly, a knock came on the bathroom door and I was jolted back to
reality.

"Chris, I left some things of mine in there. Would you be a dear and
hand them out to me?"

"Just a moment. I..I."

I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me then opened the
door.  Aunt Carol pushed the door open quickly and walked in.

"Sorry to be such a nuisance but I left some rather intimate things in
here and I..".

She stopped in mid sentence. She could plainly see my erection tenting
out the towel but pretended not to notice as I pulled the garter belt
off the rod and handed it to her. Our hands touched for a moment and
again she smiled.

"Jerry forgot to mention that he starts a two week sales trip
tomorrow.  He'll be up and gone before you get up so you won't be able
to say goodbye."

She paused just a moment and then in a very suggestive voice added,
"Well, I guess that means you'll be the man of the house for a while.
Are you too big now to give me a good night kiss?"

I leaned over and nervously gave he a mild peck on the lips. Before I
could withdraw she had stepped forward and held her mouth to mine much
longer than normal decency would allow. I felt a hot surge both in my
face and in my crotch that left me somewhat breathless. She finally
backed off, turned on her heels, and disappeared down the hall into
the master bedroom.

The last thing I remember was the slight brushing of her skirt on her
thighs as she disappeared through the door. I didn't manage to fall
asleep for nearly two hours as I replayed the bathroom scene in my
mind. This arrangement was beginning to look rather interesting.

				****** It was just after 9:00 when I
rolled out of bed, slipped on some oversized shorts, and started down
to get some breakfast. As I came out of the room I could here the
shower running in the master bathroom and a sudden hot thought rushed
through my mind. I wonder if my aunt is now nude in the shower? I
looked outside in the driveway and saw that Uncle Jerry's BMW was gone
so it could only be Aunt Carol in the house.

With my heart pounding at the craziness of it I quietly tiptoed down
the hall and stood outside the door listening. I didn't dare try to
open it but just stood quietly as my penis swelled again in
excitement. I could here her moving in the shower as she washed,
trying to imagine what she must look like all nude and wet.

I heard the water shut off and nearly stopped breathing as she opened
the shower door and dried herself. There was a few more moments of
eerie silence and then, a sound similar to an electric razor but much
deeper and heavier. I could only be from a large massager or
vibrator.
The next sound twent through me like an electric current. It was  my
aunt's voice but in a deep, guttural moan,

"Oh..mmmmm.Ohhhhh..Yeaaaah."

The moaning was subdued but distinct as my gorgeous aunt masturbated
only inches away with a very loud massager. From the location of the
sound she must have been sitting on the toilet as she played the
rubber head over her labia and clitoris. Her breathing quickened and
built to a crescendo finally ending a long, grunting gasp,

"Yesss..yess..mmm...aaahhh."

I was sweating and my penis was as hard as iron. I tried to visualize
the intimate scene I had overheard. Still shaking I walked back down
the hall and downstairs to try to regain my composure over some coffee
and toast.  A bit later I heard my aunt's voice at the top of the
stairs.

"Chris, would you help me out with something up here?".

I tried not to blush when I finally came face to face with her but I
must have turned red.

"Chris, are you all right? I hope you're not getting sick?" she asked
with mock compassion.

She was wearing a white and yellow cotton dress with a button front
and flared skirt that fell about six inches above her shapely knees.
She had on a bit more makeup than usual and her blond hair was loose
at her shoulders, held over her ears by two large combs on either
side.

"I need to go out an do some shopping at the mall and I can't decide
which shoes go with this outfit? If you help me out I might let you
come with me, ok? Now, which should I wear the yellow pumps or the
white strap heels?"

Now, I know computers, and swimming and stuff like that but women's
shoes?   However, as the wise man said 'I may not know art but I know
what I like'.  The white shoes had a 5 inch heel and a thin T-strap
that  buckled around her ankle. My penis voted for the white.

"The white shoes are nice.", I replied, my voice somewhat strained.

"I thought you'd like those. Well, since you like them so much why
don't you help me on with them while I get these earrings on?"

I kneeled down at her feet facing her shapely calves that shimmered
from the sheer stockings she was wearing. I slipped the first shoe
around her stockinged foot and as I did I inadvertently pulled her
legs apart slightly.

>From my position I could make out the welt of her suntan thigh
top stockings and the pale expanse of her thigh above but couldn't see
beyond before she shifted and brought her legs into a more lady-like
posture. I fastened the first buckle on the strap. She must have
noticed my fumbling and thought it was cute.

"Chris, don't get all nervous. I know you have been seeing several
girls at school from what your mom has told me so you aren't a
complete idiot around women."

Then she got very serious as if she was finally going to let out the
secret she had been harboring since I arrived.

"You know, dear, education is not just about books and such. Most
young guys like you are completely naive about what women are really
like. And by the time you figure it all out you're like Jerry, too old
or burned out to care. One way or another you need to learn something
of the world of women."

She looked straight in my eyes with that half smile that made me want
to come right there.

"If any women is in the mood, no fantasy is beyond her experience and
she'll stop at nothing to satisfy it. Not marriage vows or all the
taboos of society will prevent her from fulfilling her needs. It's
something we must have picked up from Eve, you know, in the Bible."

She lifted up my chin in her hand and gave me a long kiss that took my
breath away for an instant. Then she laughed and got up.

"Now for being such a dear and helping me, I'll give you a treat. But
first you have to close your eyes and not open them till I say. Ok?"

I stood up still a bit out of breath and faced her as she headed out
the bedroom door. Closing my eyes, I concentrated for the moment on
the faint fragrance of her expensive cologne and another musty smell
that I couldn't yet place.

"Ok. Open your eyes."

A hot rush surged through my face and crotch almost simultaneously.

Standing in the doorway with her back to me, Aunt Carol had gathered
the skirt she was wearing in folds and was holding it above her waist.

My eyes rose from the white straps of her high heels, up her shiny
calves and over the tan welts of her thigh tops now in plain sight.
Her firm, smooth bare thighs rose upwards to her absolutely bare
buttocks, smooth white melons parted down the middle and with a slight
fringe of her blond bush peeking out at the apex of her thighs. She
was not wearing any panties or even a thong and the sight of her
sudden nakedness almost stopped my heart.

With a tiny squeal and a quick flexing of her right knee and calf, she
dropped the white drape of her skirt, smoothed it with her hands, and
proceeded down the hall to wait for me to get ready. Fifteen
heart-pounding minutes later I was dressed and we were headed for the
car to drive to the mall.

				****** I sat in the passenger seat
while Aunt Carol drove the large Mercedes sedan. I was still trying to
make sense of it all. It seemed like I had ventured into another world
where all the rules I'd ever known were no longer valid. And still I
couldn't take my eyes off my aunt as she drove, her dress riding just
above the welts of her stockings and all the while that slight grin of
expectation.

"God, Chris, how much of a hint do you need?" my aunt said breaking
the silence.

"What do you mean?" I queried in genuine confusion.

"You keep staring at my legs but you can't bring yourself to touch me.
You must have more willpower than any young guy your age to resist a
come-on like this."

I reached across and ran my right hand over her knee, slipping it
under her hem and stroking the bare flesh above the welt. She took a
slight breath.

"Much better. That feels nice. Now, how high can you go?"

My knuckles just brushed the soft curls of her pubic hair when a car
pulled along side and I jerked away, embarrassed that we would be
seen.

"They can't see in the tinted windows, Chris, so don't worry. I've
tried to look in and you can't see a thing."

Traffic had picked up by now and we turned into the mall parking lot
before I could reach my lofty objective at the top of her thighs. I
inconspicuously brought my hand to my face on the chance that I picked
up her woman scent in my attempt but it smelled only of hand soap.

"Would you get my door for me please?", she asked casually.

I went around to her side and pulled the heavy sedan door open.
Feighning carelessness, but all the while knowing just what she was
doing, Aunt Carol spread her legs apart leaving one leg on the
floorboard while stretching the other leg as far out of the car as she
could physically manage. The effect was to pull her skirt clear to her
waist and give me for the first time in my life a momentary,
unobstructed view of my aunt's open, pink womanhood.

The flash was painfully short. I blushed at the indecency of it even
as I strained for a better view. Her pubic hair was a dusty blonde and
seemed trimmed very neatly. The inner lips just peaked out and gaped a
bit at the very bottom. In the sunlight it was hard to tell if she was
wet but if she was as wet as I was hard she'd be drenched.

Then, in a flash, she  brought her other leg around and got out, the
wayward skirt slipping into place, frustrating me. I now knew that my
function on this shopping spree was to serve as the foil for her
exhibitionist teasing. I just hoped my penis would not break in half
before she was done.

She took my arm and we walked into the mall where she explained what
she had planned. She showed me the spot where she said I should stand
if I wanted to learn something about women. The spot was just next to
and below a rather large escalator with a glass side that was moving
up. As I stood for several minutes I realized that quite without being
obvious I could look almost straight up the dress of any woman riding
the escalator over my position.

Now, most of the women there were not worth watching but now and then
a young, nicely dressed woman would get on and stand right next to the
glass giving me a clear view of her pantyhose and panties as she
passed overhead.

On at least two occasions my eyes met with the woman I was watching.
They clearly knew what I was doing but said or did nothing.

I watched as my aunt walked to the escalator and got on. She pretended
to be unaware, gliding directly over my view. I could only imagine
what was going through her mind as she felt my gaze on her bare ass
and vagina as she rode past.

We walked along a quiet hall. She asked me to hold the bag she was
carrying so she could pick up a bill she had "accidentally" dropped on
the floor. In one casual motion she drew her skirt up and squatted
with her legs spread wide, experiencing the cool feeling as I stared
across at her gaping, pink-tinged vagina.

After several of these "accidents" she seemed even more agitated and
we ended up going into the large department store.

She grabbed a dress from the rack that was obviously the wrong size
and told me she was going to try it on in the fitting room. I thought
it was odd that it took her nearly ten minutes to discover that the
dress wouldn't fit.   That was until I saw her emerge from the fitting
room  somewhat shaky and flushed. She had obviously just masturbated
in there to relieve her excitement. I asked her point blank,

"Did you just go in there an get off? I mean right in the dressing
room where anyone could hear you?"

She looked at me with a slight smile and said, "Does this answer your
question?".

She held her right fingers to my face and immediately I inhaled the
deep, musky, marine scent of her intimate wetness. I was so hard and
ready to come by this point that I was getting the shakes. I couldn't
hold back doing something real soon but it appears she had one last
tease planned.

"I must confess, Chris, that it excites me no end to go out in public
in a dress and no panties. I've done it since I was just a teen and it
still feels daring and wicked. But there is one drawback that I always
run into. I always get so horny and wet that it starts running down my
legs and if I sit on my dress, the back gets all wet. I just hate to
go around with a big wet spot on my skirt. I need to wipe myself off
before getting in the car. I could go into the ladies room but that
wouldn't be as fun as having you wipe me off right here."

We were standing in a somewhat deserted corridor that led to the
parking garage but still it would be risky.

"Do you have some tissues or something I could use?", I asked taking
the dare.

"I'm afraid not. Actually, the only thing I think you could use that
you wouldn't mind getting soiled are your own underpants. Why don't
you just quickly slip them off and wipe me?"

In a bizarre trance I felt myself unbuckling my belt and dropping my
baggy shorts. I felt her eyes on me as I slid down my black cotton
briefs releasing at long last my rigid erection. She gathered her
dress to her waist in a single motion and, stepping beside her, I
wiped her wetness from her bare buttocks and the insides of her
thighs.

We were terrified as we risked discovery to carry out this absurd
exhibitionist act. As she dropped her dress, I slipped on my now wet,
stained briefs that wreaked of her scent, pulled up my baggies, and
followed her to the car.

At this point my head was so twisted that nothing she or I did would
surprise me. This was my Aunt Carol, my mom's sister, and yet I wanted
her sexually more than anything I had ever wanted since discovering
girls. My education had only just begun.

				****** We pulled out of the garage and
started down the street headed back to the house. Aunt Carol turned to
me while driving.

"I'm really very proud of you, Christopher. You're really being very
mature about my little games and all. Some boys your age would not be
able to control themselves as well as you have. We weren't really sure
how you'd react to my overtures but I think we're going to get along
quite well."

She reached over with her free hand and rubbed the back of my neck
mussing my hair a bit and smiling that small smile, more of just an
involuntary parting of her lips as if she couldn't find the will to
close them completely.

I was slightly puzzled by her use of the pronoun "we". I couldn't
imagine Uncle Jerry and she had hatched her little seduction. I mean,
what was in it for him taking off on his convenient trip and all.

After a short silence she continued.

"I hear you have a girlfriend. She's a senior in high school or
something.  Why don't you tell me about her? Is she pretty? Are you
two...serious?"

"Yeah. Well her name is Alicia Aronesti and I met her at a swim meet
before I graduated. She's a cheerleader and graduates next year. I
guess we're 'serious' if it means what I think you think it means."

I blushed. We both knew it meant that I had had sex with her which I
had, a couple times. Alicia was a year younger than me at 19 with a
model's figure.   She had long straight blond hair that reached midway
down her back. I really liked her because she was fun and not flaky. I
really couldn't stand flaky or pushy girls.

"Well, do you have a picture of her? I'm really very curious to see
what she looks like.", Aunt Carol asked.

I took out the school picture I had of her in my wallet. She was
sitting very demurely in a dark plaid skirt, knee socks and saddle
shoes, white cotton blouse and dark blazer that made up the
traditional school uniform.  I really liked the picture because I had
caught her with her legs a little too far apart. You could see a lot
of her thighs but not any higher.

I handed it to my aunt whose eyes narrowed as she held it before her.

"Oh, Chris. She's really very lovely. I see they're still wearing the
same uniforms I had to wear when I went there. I guess nothing
changes. Tell me if you know. Does she also wear white cotton panties
or does she do like the girls did in my time and wear really sexy
panties underneath in protest?"

"Well, she usually wears white or pale yellow nylon bikini panties as
far as I've noticed. Why?"

My aunts eyes sparkled for a moment as if she were remembering some
past experience.

"You must call her and invite her down as soon as we get back. I'm
sure she misses you and you two can have the run of the house when I'm
out."

"I don't know if her folks would agree to that. They are pretty
conservative as far as I can tell. They don't even let me take her out
on a week night."

"Maybe if I talk to her and her mom we can work it out. Ok? It's worth
a try."

Her hand was rubbing my thigh very suggestively and I wasn't about to
argue with her. Anyway, if she could arrange to get Alicia to come
down we could finally have sex without getting jammed in the back of
my folks Buick.

"First though, since you've been such a delight I want to finish your
lesson for today with a special course in 'How to Make Love to a
Mature Woman'."

				****** It was just after three when we
pulled in and Aunt Carol told me I should make myself comfortable in
the living room while she changed from her shopping attire. I turned
on some tunes on the expensive sound system and occasionally checked
my crotch which by now had a very large wet spot on it. I didn't want
to run upstairs to change out of my soiled underpants so instead I
took off my shorts and briefs, washed off a bit in the powder room
sink, and slipped on my baggies without any briefs.   It felt really
free and wouldn't cramp my erection.

A half hour had passed since Aunt Carol had gone upstairs and I was
beginning to wonder what she was up to when I heard her coming down
the stairs. As she came into view my mouth instantly went dry and my
penis stiffened against my thigh.

She was wearing a sheer black chiffon and satin peingnoir robe which
only served to veil her long, black chiffon and lace nightgown
underneath. The nightgown was very low cut, the lacy cups of the bra
barely covered where her nipples would begin. It was slit to her waist
on both sides revealing her shapely legs clad in dark taupe nylon
stockings affixed at their welts with garter straps.

The garters stretched from a narrow waist cincher corset that
encircled her middle and pushed her pubic triangle and buttocks out
making them more prominent. To complete the effect she wore black
patent leather strap heels that firmed her ample calves as she walked
across the carpet to the sofa where I was sitting.

"I hope you like what you see?", she cooed as she slinked down next to
me bringing her mouth to mine and crushing me to her in a long pent up
embrace that felt like liquid silk.

Her subtle cologne wafted in my nose as my hands slid lighter over the
peaks of her breasts beneath the chiffon gown. I undid the front of
the robe, threw it back and nearly tore the strap of the nightgown as
I pulled it down off her shoulder.

"Boys like you are always in such a rush to get to the main event. Why
don't you just take a breath and enjoy the whole ride?"

She lowered the left cup of her nightgown exposing her breast. She had
very firm, smooth breasts up to her aereola which was dark rose and
about three or four inches across with small knobs encircling her
nipple.

I held it up to my mouth and began gently licking and teasing it with
my tongue as she stroked the back of my head. It took a few moments
until I heard her sigh in a long breath.

Her passion and arousal soon engulfed all her reason and restraint.
She had undone my baggies and I lifted up to slide them off. When she
saw I had remove my briefs and my penis was in plain view she chuckled
in approval.

"I hope you don't plan on coming for a while. I wouldn't want to have
you lose interest until we've both had our fun."

She touched my penis lightly with her slender, soft fingers, pulling
the skin back and forth with deliberateness and gently sliding over
the base.

"I bet Alicia just starts stroking as hard as her little fingers can
bear, doesn't she? Doesn't it feel better when I just caress it down
here at first?  Hmm...Chris?"

She slid down into my lap, her warm breath on my penis as she spoke.

"Now the tip. The tip is just sooo sensitive isn't it Chris?"

She took her slender index finger and drew it directly across the
drooling slit in the tip. The irritation caused me to shudder and my
penis to spasm in pleasure. I felt her warm wet lips kiss my knob
before encircling it and tonguing the slit to remove the fluid. She
avoided any stoking of my shaft, especially the underside which would
have caused me to explode in an instant at this point.

She stood up and lowered the other nightgown strap letting it billow
over her ankles before stepping out of it. Then, driven by her own
wantoness and in need of quick satisfaction, she unhooked the garter
belt and garters, rolled the sheer nylons to her ankle straps and
nearly dragged me up the stairs to the large master bedroom.

"I wish I could keep up the game a bit longer,", she said in a husky,
strained voice, dropping any further pretenses, "but I'm afraid if I
don't get you inside me in the next instant I'll simply come without
you. Come over here and fuck me."

She was laying on her back, her eyes glistening, with a pink flush on
her chest and belly. She had her thighs wide apart and drawn up
inviting me to penetrate her vagina, fringed by her dark blond pubic
curls.

I slipped between her thighs, reaching underneath to caress the cheeks
of her soft ass then bringing my cock in contact with the wetness of
her inner labia. I looked directly into her eyes, as she did mine.

There was no shame or hesitation, only the kind of overpowering need
that subsumed any sense of propriety. The fact that she was my
mother's sister not to mention a married woman twenty years older and
that this should never be happening meant nothing. I was about to
penetrate her vagina and share the most intimate human embrace with my
own aunt and no power on earth was going to stop us.

As my tip parted her lubricated labia and began to spread her open,
she received me with a long moan of utter surrender. Her smooth folds
drew me in ever higher until I was fully ensheathed, resting against
her belly with the upper surface of my shaft rubbing unavoidably on
her engorged clitoris.

There was only the slight squeaking of the bed accompanying her
involuntary moans and cries and muffled gasps of pleasure as we
rhythmically rocked back and forth in our carnal embrace. With her
mouth next to my ear she whispered almost inaudibly,

"Mmmm, yesssss..right there...mmm...ahh,ahhh,Chris..I'm...I'm going to
come."

A few more thrusts and I felt her buttocks stiffen and her thighs
squeeze together. I opened my eyes to look into her face as her mouth
gaped open. She emitted a deep, wrenching moan as if her whole body
was tightening like a spring. My index finger reached down at the last
moment and stroked the side of her throbbing clit in a rapid circular
motion that sent her over the top in a spasm of pleasure. She came
with a massive cry and shudder.

As her thighs continued to quiver under me, an involuntary expression
of her deepest passion, all the teasing, all the games, all the
feelings I experienced as she had exposed herself converged in one
moment. The sensation went from the base of my balls to the soft tip
at the end of my penis, now being massaged by her vaginal walls.

After a last futile effort to resist the inevitable, I exploded in an
intense, convulsive orgasm. It was almost as if I were turning inside
out. Spasm after spasm ejaculated what felt like a quart of semen into
the inner envelope of her vagina.

After collapsing against her for a moment I realized I hadn't even
lost my erection. Which was fine with her as I would soon find out.

				****** "Mmm...that felt great for
starters. You must have been holding back for some time. I could feel
every spurt of your come against my cervix.  Why don't you get a taste
of your own come and I'll show you how much girls are just like boys."

I slid down over her belly drawing one of her large, erect nipples
into my mouth and fondled the underside as she lay on her back. Then,
I lifted one of her thighs and began slowly licking down the inside
toward my ultimate destination.

Her inner lips glistened with a glaze of mixed outpourings. I held the
lips apart with my fingers and bent down to lightly lick the length of
her slit. It was musky and a bit salty and metallic. As I tongued the
side of her clitoris she moved her hand along her thigh and began
playing with her own lips, getting her fingers damp. Then she inserted
two fingers up into her vagina, all the while  whispering for me to
lick her clit faster and faster. She began thrusting her hips up and
down against her fingers, stroking from inside with greater and
greater urgency.

"Don't stop yet...please darling...keep licking until...until
I'm..mmm..  ready...yes, there.."

After a moment of unexpected silence her breathing accelerated and her
whole pelvis tightened. She lifted her buttocks up off the bed,
arching up with her legs.

"Get...get ready...ohhh yesss...its coming...comming...OHHHHHH!!!!"

I backed off to watch her come. She withdrew both her fingers and
began massaging just her clit. Her vagina opened to expose the inner
membranes and I was hit with a series of wet spurts that came from
just inside on my cheek and nose, running into my mouth. It was much
thinner than her lubrication but had only a faint taste and definitely
was not pee. Her vagina seemed to turn inside out, pumping a thin
stream of my semen over the crack of her ass and onto the bed sheet.

"Has your sweetheart Alicia ever done anything like that? I told you
women were more like men than you ever knew. With a little practice
they can even squirt come like a man. Of course, I've been practicing
for some time.", she breathed.

She drew me up to her face again and softly licked the remnants of her
outpouring from my startled face.

"Now its time for you to do the same for me. I want to see and taste
your come and don't you dare hold back a drop." Then she added, "One
more little secret I should let you in on. Most women just love to
watch a man come and fantasize about it quite a bit especially when
they...arouse themselves. Watching a man's buttocks squeeze together
as he reaches his orgasm and the jets of come shoot from his penis is
a super turn on for any woman...if she's honest enough to admit it."

I straddled her chest with my penis inches from her lips and began to
stroke the sensitive underside with my three fingers and thumb.
Looking down at her open eyes and slightly parted mouth I began to
feel my orgasm rise within me. At the last moment I groaned,

"Ohh yeah...its coming...coming...awwwhhhh."

I felt my balls convulse and a solid stream of semen shot forth onto
her lips. She lurched up to catch the full stream in her mouth. The
next several spurts went to the back of her throat and she swallowed
every drop she could.

"You can't believe how I love to watch your face when you come, Chris.
It's so vulnerable and honest."

She was already playing with my penis again, getting me hard in
anticipation of satisfying her once more. She turned on her tummy,
raising up on her knees and offering me a view between her thighs from
behind.

I moved behind her and she reached back and guided me into her
opening.   In this position my penis was pushing directly down onto
the front of her vagina against the upper wall. She suddenly moaned
and shrieked as her orgasm swept over her. I felt the sudden surge of
wetness inside that accompanied it which triggered my own gut
wrenching orgasm. I was left drained and, blissfully limp, not
surprising after three orgasms in less than an half-an- hour.

I must have fallen asleep for a while because when I opened my eyes it
was completely dark except for the light that came in from the
hallway.   I was lying on my stomach, aware of the sensation of a hand
gently caressing my nude buttocks.

"Did I wake you up?", Aunt Carol whispered in the quiet darkness, "I
just wanted to stroke your buttocks for a bit. They're so hard like a
man's but still smooth, almost like a woman's."

I could see she had put on a short nightie without any panties. She
had one hand in her lap and was caressing herself as she massaged my
backside.   The light made the nightie transparent and I could see the
contours of her breasts rise and fall beneath the sheer material with
her breathing.  She came almost silently, then crawled back under the
top sheet. I drifted back into peaceful, dreamless sleep.

				****** I had completely lost track of
time. I awoke and glimpsed the clock on the nightstand with half-open
eyes. It was just after 9:30 in the morning. I was nude and alone in
the bed which was a mess to say the least.

I hadn't heard Aunt Carol get up and I wondered where she might be. I
also realized I'd fallen asleep without eating dinner which accounted
for the growling in my stomach. I splashed some water on my face and
headed downstairs to get some breakfast.

As I came into the kitchen I found my aunt on the phone. She was
talking to what sounded like one of her real estate clients about an
appointment later that day. She was topless and wearing only a pair of
black pantyhose with no panties underneath. Her pubic hair was pressed
and matted under the thin black seam that ran from below her navel
around and up the crack of her ass.

Her blond hair was rolled up in four or five very large curlers but
she had already put on her makeup. I went over to her and slid one
hand between her thighs rubbing her crotch to distraction and tickling
her dark nipple with my other index finger. She tried to squirm away
so as not to loose her train of thought, fighting back laughter as I
fondled her crotch through the taught nylon. I reached down her front
and probed her labia with a fast finger before she abruptly hung up.

"You horny bastard", she said pretending to be upset with me. "These
are very important clients of mine and I've been working to sell this
property for four months and you want me to blow it by..by coming on
the phone."

She laughed at her hyperbole. "Anyway, I just bought these hose and if
you run them with your fingernails I'll be super pissed."

Breaking into a smile, she stepped over to me, reached between my
legs, took my semi-erect penis in her fingers, and squeezed it firmly
at the base.  She drew her mouth up to mine and gave me a very warm,
wet kiss that left a smear of fresh lipstick on my mouth. I held her
for a moment while she took a paper towel and wiped it off.

"I really wish I could enjoy the whole day with you but this is
business and anyway I should be back no later than three or four this
afternoon."

I sat down with a cup of coffee and put a frozen breakfast in the
microwave.  She sat down opposite me looking over with a rather wry
grin.

"I was hoping I'd be here with you when Mrs. Grubmeyer and her
cleaning ladies come in this morning but I guess you'll have to get
through it yourself".

"Cleaning ladies? How many do you need? Any anyway, what do you mean
get through it. I mean they're not going to jump me like you did, are
they?", I asked laughing at my own absurd joke.

As I began to eat my sausage and eggs she told me a bizarre story.

"Mrs. Grubmeyer is a very nice older lady in her 50's and a friend for
many years with a very "unique" cleaning service. She brings in
usually two or three adult women each week who share a certain fantasy
or fetish that I don't think you, as a male, would fully understand.
She hires women who enjoy and are very excited by doing cleaning
chores and housework in a stranger's home while...while
undressed..actually quite nude...except of course for their shoes or
rubber gloves and such."

I swallowed the coffee that had been propelled up my nasal cavity at
her revelation and remarked, "You're kidding?"

"You might be surprised at what many women find erotic. Lots of women
like to spice up boring housework by cleaning or vacuuming in the
nude, some while their lover watches. These ladies just like doing it
in strange places and getting paid something for it as well. I've
already told Mrs. Grubmeyer you'd be here and she was delighted. I
makes it even more exciting for her helpers to know they are being
watched as long as you follow the rules and don't...lose control. I
want you to save yourself for me when I get back so no touching..not
them and not...yourself. Ok?   You can talk to them if you wish but
they probably prefer you just act invisible. If this is too silly for
you, you can just go out until they're done and I get back
but...they'll be disappointed."

I imagined it might be kind of exciting to sit and watch a houseful of
young, horny lovelies prance about nude for me while dusting and
washing, kind of like a French maid fantasy or something.

"Ok, I'll stick around I guess. I've got to get cleaned up myself
first though and I wanted to do some laps in the pool to get ready for
swim team.   When are they coming?"

"In about and hour so we both better get a move on. Oh...and thanks
again for being so mature. You'll have fun...but remember the rules."

She gave me another kiss and I followed her up the stairs as she
finished getting dressed. She unrolled and brushed out her shoulder
length hair then took a light gray tweed skirt and jacket out of her
closet and laid it on the bed. She slipped on a lacy white bra
commenting that ordinarily she wouldn't bother with a bra but she
wanted to keep things businesslike.

She stepped into the skirt and pulled it up zipping it in back. It was
a bit short and tight but really showed off her legs after stepping
into her black high heels. I helped her with her expensive gold link
necklace while she inserted in her gold hoop earrings.

She slipped on a very light silk blouse that buttoned just below the
top of her bra letting the tiniest bit of lace show. Finally, she
tucked in her blouse, put on the jacket, smoothed her skirt in the
mirror one last time, and blew me a kiss as she disappeared down the
stairs. I heard her car leave as I turned on the shower and stepped
in. I left it on the cold  side to try to bring me back to reality.



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