Aunty B: my teacher
At 15 I thought all my birthdays had come at once when a 17
yr old who lived near to me decided that she should initiate
me. She was a confident and pretty spunky lady and on a weekend
when my parents were away had made a date to come around one
afternoon and help me lose my status as an HSV (high school
virgin) I think I was secretly scared shitless, particularly
when she said, no condom, Ive got
my monthly rhythm sorted. At that time, I knew so little
other than the magic sensation of masturbating, daily,
and often more than once, that I was set to go along with anything
but worried that I wouldnt know what to do. Even
movies and books werent a lot of help. So, she comes
around, reassures me that she is no expert, but thinks Im
cute and got a good body and just really wants to do
it with me. We cuddled a while and gradually started
petting and getting our gear off so that soon were
stretched out naked besides each other with me wet and her
wet and her showing me how and where to touch her to get her
excited and ready. Im as hard as and feel like Im
ready to explode without anything else happening. Shes
stroking me and thats only making it harder to control
myself. Her cute little breasts are rubbery and warm and
Im sucking and licking her nipples and shes
starting to get to the moaning stage. Just as she starts
to pull me on top of her theres a car in the driveway,
right outside my window. Panic!! I jump off the bed and quickly
peep through the curtain. Oh shit! Its my Aunty
B. Im into shorts and a T-shirt in seconds and tell
a rapidly turned off young lady shes got to get dressed,
but not to come out until I get my aunt gone or talking. Im
off down the hall, closing the door and thinking fast. Turns
out, Aunty B. has forgotten my folks are away and was cruising
for a coffee. Shes 40ish, lives a few miles away
with two teenage sons, either side of my age. Her husband,
who was in his late forties had a cerebral hemorrhage and
died five years earlier. Shes determined to get
the cup of coffee she came for and sets me to getting one while
she goes into the lounge and chatters away about school
and sport and why arent I off surfing, etc. Figuring
shes got to make a move, my friend pops her head in,
surprising Aunty B. , says Hi! and then
with real class calls to me in the kitchen. I cant
see that book, but tell Karen (my sister) I need it for study
so Ill call her when she and your parents get home
tomorrow. See ya and shes
gone. Who was that? says Aunty B. Taking
the cue I claim her as one of my sisters friends and
turn the conversation to her sons, asking what theyre
up to. Oh who knows? she replies. As
youre on your own, come up for a meal and catch up
with them. I try to beg off, hoping therell
be a rerun of the exercise with my lady but shes insistent.
Youll eat rubbish if I leave you here alone,
I wont take a no on this one.
Stuck, I give in, and shes finished her coffee,
is out the door and gone. I suddenly realize Im wearing
red shorts sporting a dark, wet patch on the front. A phone
call for physical help to my little savior doesnt
work. Says therell be another time. She was feeling
so hot for it. But man, that lady arriving freaked her out.
Now her mum wants her to go shopping and theres no
way out. Maybe later? Ive got to go out too. Well,
maybe tomorrow. Parents are coming back. Early? Shes
gotta go .. dont go wasting that cum wanking,
she sighs, I want it all!
An hour later Im showered, changed and arriving
at my Aunty Bs. Shes in the kitchen getting
stuff ready. The boys arent around and one has decided
to go to a film and stay at a mates place the other
side of town. Shes waiting on the other to call.
I m pressed into service washing lettuce for salad.
Aunty Bs changed into a halter top and white linen
trou through which I can see not only the shapely line of
her bum but also the thin white line of a g-string disappearing
between her cheeks. She reaches past me as I stand at the
sink and I feel an electric shock as her breasts press warmly
on my arm and back. Being a 15 year old body-watcher, Id
already noticed they were not held in by a bra under the top,
the nipples just mounding out the thin fabric. This brings
back memories of the debacle of the afternoon. But the phone
breaks into my thoughts and shes chatting, evidently
to my older cousin. So where is he? Why didnt he ring
her? OK .. let her talk to Jacks mother .
A while passes and shes off the phone, shaking her
head but still her unflappable self. Thats
two down, she laughs .. Now Tonys
going to a party and the rule is he doesnt drive home
so hes there for the night. Now are you going to find
an excuse not to stay for dinner? Uh
nope .. I guess not
Dinner passes quickly with idle chat, music on and just
the two of us ..and a bit of awkward silence after a while.
Aunty B. finally breaks the silence by asking me straight
out if the girl shed seen was really Karens
friend. I say sure she was and stupidly ask why?
Well, says Aunty B. have you got
the hots for her or something? Because by the guilty look
on your face and the wet patch and bulge in your shorts, she
has a disturbing effect on you. I couldnt
speak .. blind panic. Would she tell my folks? I thought
it then asked it. She reached out to touch me and said, Hey,
Im sorry to have embarrassed you, of course I wont.
Dont worry about it. Girlfriend?
she asked. No .. not really just a friend.
Serious relationship with this friend? I mean
did I interrupt something? Nothing had
happened. I said .. not knowing where to look. But
it was going to? I suppose so Sorry,
she said, dumb of me. Thats
OK maybe it wasnt a great idea anyway.
I muttered. Why not? I dunno ..
I just wasnt that sure about it. Ohh,
your first time maybe? Mmmm. Yep.
Oh hell, I really am sorry. She reached
out and stroked my hand, stood, and cleared the dinner things
away without another word. I looked up to see her watching
me in the dim light of the kitchen as she said quietly,
You two were planning to take precautions werent
you? Well she said she had it all
figured out .. so no, not really. Oh boy,
maybe I did you a favour after all. After a silence
which seemed to last forever, she suddenly came and took
my hand and said .. Cmon, swim time .. a soak
in the spa sorts out most of the cares in this world.
I protested that I didnt have togs with me, but she
said we dont need them, its dark
and private, Just wrap a towel around you if you want.
Next thing, Im sitting in the pool and feeling really
embarrassed by all thats been said, but strangely
titillated by the situation. Aunty B. steps out of the shadows
of the house and I can see by the low blue light of the pool
that shes got nothing on either. Her round, perky
breasts are silhouetted against the light and theres
a peep of hair at her crotch; only the second Ive
seen, and both today. I cant help it when I feel my
cock stiffening deep in the pool. Once shes settled
and sighed into the hot water she says Cmon
over here and Ill massage some of the knots out of
your neck. Cmon! .. insistently,
when she senses my hesitation. Sit on the edge here
between my knees. I nervously slip onto the seat
and feel the soft slippery brush of her thighs outside my
hips and as she draws me back a little, the warmth of her breasts
pressing on my back and most arousing of all, the soft furriness
of her pussy against my backside. Im on fire. I cant
concentrate as she softly works my shoulders and then my
back and slips her hands under my arms and softly strokes
my chest sending ripples through me as she touches my hardening
nipples. Theres a bit of a gasp and she arches her
chest into my back and says suddenly in the first words spoken.
Now you can do mine. I move onto the seat
beside her and she slips over my legs to be between them.
Her silky wet back is pressed back to my chest, her soft cheeks
pushing my thighs wide apart, but most profoundly, I feel
my swollen cock pressed up against her bum, throbbing and
uncontrollably giving strong twitches. I concentrate
on kneading her shoulders and she leans forward for me to
do her back. She lies back and arches her head back to one
side of mine, cheek to cheek. Does my front get a
touch? As I reach to place my hands on her
stomach, her own hands guide them up to her beautiful round
and firm breasts where her nipples are sticking out a full
inch and spring away from my touch Mmmm,
she mumurs, feels nice. Im dry
in the mouth and speechless. The stillness is broken as
she drops her hands leaving mine on her erect nipples and
slides them back behind her to touch and encircle my cock
and balls. That feels extra nice. I mustve
jumped or probably moaned because she takes them away,
stands and turns pulls me up with her hands and wraps me with
her arms, her breasts squashed to me, her face on my chest,
and my cock against her stomach and furry mound. Its
OK she whispers, come with me..
please. At this stage Im just on autopilot,
doing what she says. I scarcely remember getting out of
the pool, drying myself with her help, and following when
she led me to her room, already lit with candles. She sat
me on the bed, lay me back and lay beside me stroking my chest
and stomach and the insides of my thighs before touching
my still throbbing cock. I want to show you things
youve never known and make you feel wonderful and
have you make me feel wonderful too. Is that OK with you?
I think I murmured agreement and then she began. Her mouth
closed warm and wet over mine and her tongue touched mine
gently. One hand closed around my swollen penis and the
other took my hand and guided it to between her legs as they
parted and into the warmth and wetness of her pussy. (and
then it began .. Part 2)
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