Sunday, August 01, 2004

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Title: City Lights
Keywords: mdom, Mf, teen
Author: Caesar
Email: caesarintimate
Summary: Rich and powerful man purchases a teenage slave girl which causes him to confront his own worth.















There was a young man of Bengal
Who swore he had only one ball,
But two little bitches
Unbuttoned his britches,
And found he had no balls at all.



City Lights

by Caesar, 19982003

$Revision: 1.13 $ $ 2003/08/01 17:54:26 $

Far below, the city lived and thrived. It was a hungry beast,
prepared to devour even the heartiest of souls. I looked upon it with
hatred and trepidation, though I was now a part of the beast. I
needed the beast to survive.

The constant roar of noise lifted up to my penthouse, the lights
causing even the darkest of nights to hide the brightest of stars. My
brandy forgotten in my hand as I tried to make out a single soul in
the jungle far below me. It wasn't the first time I had tried this,
and as all others, I was unsuccessful. No one soul was as important
as the whole of the beast, they were nothing compared to the city.

I had spent so much of my life trying to have my soul released from
this beast, to have it returned to me. Instead, without even
realizing it, my life was intertwined with the city. I needed it, a
part of it needed me, I dared hope I was not simply an innocent for
this beasts appetite.

Sometimes, though, I worry that I'm becoming like the beast.
Devouring innocents. No, that is incorrect, I know I'm becoming like
the beast. Perhaps this was the only way to save myself from becoming
devoured.

I heard a rustling behind me and I needn't look. "I need to get
home...", I held up a hand to silence her. Her prattle wasn't as
important as what the city had to say, its roar deafening. The
intended words were easy to judge, her husband would worry if she was
missing much longer. I cared not.

Attractive but stupid. I used her as the beast used all the souls
that entered within its grasp. She served her purpose, for my
pleasure alone, even while she thought differently. Even as I heard
her retreat, I chuckled at her earlier advances. Her greed and desire
for her own selfishness had driven her to me. I'm sure she advanced
because of her submission before me but it mattered little in the
greater scheme that was my life.

I had a different woman like this nearly each night, if I wished it.
Each thinking to control enough of me to get what they wanted. Did
they not realize that they were just playing the cities rules? That
it was the strong that survived, that thrived within? I doubt they
thought anything beyond their limited vision or they would see that I
gave nothing that did not benefit me.

Alone. I was used to it. I enjoyed it. I needed it.

Tomorrow was the day she arrived.

Sometime that early morning, I fell asleep on a large comfortable
chair I kept on my penthouse veranda, listening to the roar of the
beast.



They were on the way up, our meeting scheduled here in my penthouse.
Never do I allow business to intrude on my privacy, but this business
was also pleasure. The elevator buzzed and the double doors opened to
allow my new business acquaintances to enter.

I simply sat in a huge couch that faced the elevator, the beast behind
me out the windows, hiding my excitement. I have owned many things,
purchased nearly anything available to purchase, but I have yet to own
what I'm about to buy here today.

Tang smiled and undid the buttons of his overcoat, as it was raining
outside. The big burly man behind him simply stood by the elevator
and seemed to watch me and the whole apartment completely. The older
woman, small thin and wellweathered, held the arm of a smaller
thinner person.

Tang came over and immediately held out his hand to shake, I did,
while watching the thin person standing near the older. Tang was the
salesman whom I'd been in contact with several times in the last
several weeks. "Ah, this weather sir!" He pulled off his overcoat
and threw it over to the burly man, whom caught it effortlessly, and
turned back to me. "This city, it rains so much!"

I halfsmiled and nodded, but still didn't take my eyes off the thin
person standing several feet behind Tang.

He saw my expectation, and I was glad our negotiations had been
complete else my anxiousness would go against me. "As promised,
exactly how you ordered!" He motioned with one hand and the older
woman roughly tugged at a belt and scarf before ripping it
dramatically from the thin small person.

A young naked girl stood shivering behind him. I could feel my eyes
widen and my mouth dry as I looked upon her. He was right, she was
just what I ordered.

You see, I was purchasing the ultimate in innocents, a mere child. Or
rather, a early teenager, thirteen years Tang said. Well trained he
promised, but still virginal. I had chosen out of generous list, with
photographs', this young woman. She without a name, as clients tended
to choose their girls name themselves. Her biography had said she was
abducted and ransomed to her family somewhere in Scandinavia, but when
the money was sent, she never was. Instead, she went over to the
orient and had been under the severe tutorship of a trainer whom
prepared her for this moment. Tang even said it was not so uncommon
as many would believe.

Six years she had been trained, just for me.

I realized the penthouse was very quiet for several minutes, as Tang
allowed me the honour of inspecting, from afar my new purchase. I
realized the beast behind me roared in approval of my newest purchase,
and I allowed myself to smile wide in pleasure. I was but a creature
of the city, this girl an innocent to be devoured for my pleasures.

Tang dropped a thick envelope, slightly wet from the weather upon the
glass coffee table and then turned back towards the elevator. He
retrieved his coat from the big man and began to put it on, "She is
yours, as agreed. You know how to contact me if you require anything
else." A few buttons and he came back to me and held out his hand to
shake, "A pleasure sir." I could see his rotten teeth as he smiled.
The product of the thirdworld dentistry.

I barely noticed the three of them depart, and just sat and watched
the shivering girl. She was blond haired with yellowtanned skin, no
tan lines of course. Her hair hung to midback, and was thick and
looked dirty. I could see the sparse blonde hair between her legs,
and felt my own shiver, of excitement. Her breasts, only beginning to
form where mere hills upon her chest, they were perfectly positioned
otherwise. There was a tiny round nipple, the colour a shade darker
than her skin. It was her face, and especially her eyes, that haunted
me since I drew her picture from the pile.

The teenager was gorgeous, in a innocent feminine way. Just looking
upon her dirty hair and tired face, she was intoxicating. What an
incredible purchase!

I already knew what I would call her, Sandi, after the first woman to
suck my cock many many years before.

I stood up and went to the window and looked out upon the city, the
beast, and the driving rain. I looked back over my shoulder and
motioned her next to me.

She came, slowly, and I sensed her fear when she finally stood next to
me.

"What do you see Sandi?"

I felt her look at me in surprise, to be named so quickly I believe.
Sandi had to clear her throat before answering, even with the rain she
was incredibly dry. "The city master." Her voice, was exotic, a
blend of accents and environments. It was also the first time I had
heard a woman call me "master" and I felt a quickening. In the truest
sense of the word, I was her master.

"Do you like it or does it scare you?"

She felt puzzled, I could sense, but answered as soon as she came to a
conclusion. "It scares me master."

I nodded gently, "Its a beast, this city. It will devour you. Do you
understand Sandi?" I turned my face towards her tiny body and looked
down at her innocent face and eyes.

She took some time to answer and looked rather scared, "No master, I
don't understand."

I nodded, pleased, "Of course you don't." Looking back towards the
beast, "The city devours all innocents Sandi, it leaves little of
anything of value once its through... if your weak."

"Yes master." I doubt she understood, her bio said her official
schooling had ended when she was only at an elementary level. Sandi
could barely read and could not write nor even do simple arithmetic.

"Your innocent Sandi."

"Yes master, I am yours master."

"Of course." I smiled down at her in pleasure of our conversation,
she in turn responded with a shy tiny smile of her own. "I am like
this city Sandi, I will devour you." Her smile turned fearful again
and she looked back at the city, anywhere but into my hard eyes.

The silence was thick as I let it hand for several minutes until I
finally spoke firmly, "Through there you will find your cell," Tang
advised giving her Spartan settings when not in my company, "prepare
yourself for our evening."

Probably pleased to be given something substantial to do, Sandi gently
replied, "Yes master", and departed to do as I asked.

I simply stared at the city.



How long I stood, I could not tell you but finally I felt her behind
me without even moving. I turned to view my purchase in a wholly new
light. Sandi was beautiful, cleaned, perfumed and prepared for me,
her master. She wore the silk, see through white dress that I had
earlier placed upon her bed. It was very sheer but it was also
several long strips that hung to the ground from a gold collar around
her neck and moved in a exquisite way when she moved. She was more
perfect than I had envisioned her.

"Master, thank you for this dress." She hung her head towards the
ground as she spoke to me.

"Your welcome Sandi." I saw she had bathed, in her own private tub,
and washed and combed her hair till it shone bright in the pale light
of the beast.

It was incredible that this young woman, this girl, was trained in
many pleasuring techniques. To please either a man or woman with any
part of her body, at any moment. It was my understanding that her own
bodys responses were heightened to the point that any sexual contact
was exciting to her, that her master's pleasure brought pleasure to
herself. I could do anything with her and she would love every
second, and beg for more later.

I had watched a video taped months ago, to be viewed by potential
masters to this girl. It was a marketing tape, something I've watched
many times... but of course they were not selling young female flesh
in the other tapes. Sandi, as she is known now, was flashed in a
variety of positions and encounters. She was shown with a younger
girl, pleasuring her inverted as the other pleasured Sandi. It showed
Sandi pleasuring a older woman, a older man, both with her mouth. It
showed Sandi in a variety of positions and then clothing. She could
look the part of a cute schoolgirl, a pretty young church teenager, a
fuckable sex toy and even a normal teen. As the tape had ended, it
simply showed her incredible face, smiling shyly into the lens with
the light gleaming off her innocent eyes. I had given Tang the money
only moments after that.

Slowly I walked about her standing body, looking down at her perfect
skin. She was mine, everything about her was mine. And till I tired
of her, she was mine to command.

Facing her, I reached out and touched the smooth soft skin of her
cheek. She slowly looked up from the floor and into my eyes. "How
may I pleasure you master?" Sandi was already breathing heavily. The
expected response from a girl trained for years to be a mechanism for
her masters sexuality.

A meal had already been prepared but I was not hungry, at least for
food.

My hand slipped down from her face to reach between the folds of her
dress and grasp one immature breast. She pressed unconsciously into
my hand and moaned gently. Yes, indeed she was conditioned and ripe
for pleasure.

Sandi's skin was soft, smooth and without blemish as my hand slipped
further down until I cupped her small sex. I was fascinated with the
heat coming from her, the moisture practically dripping from between
the two hot outer lips. She pressed her cunt into my palm, sighing
out loudly in pleasure.

I pulled my hand from between her legs and held it palmforwards to
her, Sandi took only a second to register my silent request. She
leaned forwards and licked my hand clean. It was evident that she
enjoyed her work immensely.

I turned, leaving her panting and shivering in need and fear. She was
innocent and I desired her. "Before me...!" Sandi quickly glided
towards me until she stood shy and excited before me, as requested.
"Take my cock out." I watched her trembling hands undo the zipper of
my pants to release my hot and throbbing cock. When it stood out of
my pants, pointing towards her small breasts, did she again look up
into my face, awaiting a new command.

Knowing already what I wanted, I simply instructed, "Climb on slut."

In a little girl voice, "Yes master." Sandi bit her bottom lip as a
cute face of concentration came to her, she needed to mount a man's
cock when he stood a full foot taller than she. She reached out but
then drew back her hand, almost fearfully. "May I touch you master."

Amused I answered, "Only in pleasure Sandi."

"Oh thank you Master!" She seemed genuinely pleased.

Her small warm hand grasped my hard cock and and gave it half a dozen
feather light strokes. Again she looked up into my eyes, and shyly
said, "Excuse me master." With both hands upon my shoulders she
suddenly jumped up and her long thin legs wrapped about my waist,
locking her ankles behind me. Holding tightly with both hands and
legs, she slowly lowered her pelvis until I felt the touch of her hot
wet sex upon my penis crown. I never made a move to help her.

With her face pressed firmly against my chest, Sandi wiggled her
bottom about till she found the right spot. She asked, "Now master?"

"Do it Sandi." Take your virginity, your innocence.

My newest purchase, this teenage girl shoved her body downwards
violently. I felt her hymen tear and she screamed out and then began
to convulse as an orgasm shot through her. Pain and pleasure Tang's
leaflets had promised.

By far, she was the youngest woman I've ever copulated with. And she
was nearly the most attractive. But more significantly, she was mine.
Every innocent inch of her was mine to do with. Tonight I was
determined to have every orifice for my pleasure, to listen to her
desirous cries, to have her begging for me. I was the beast tonight
and she the innocent to be devoured.

I reached around her with my thick hands and grasped a tiny buttock in
each and then began to roughly lift and drop her upon my cock. Again
and again, she was sobbing into my chest as her pleasure again began
to mount. One finger reached further and I found her anus, and
penetrated it deeply and roughly. She would know her master after
tonight, I would leave my mark of dominance upon her, forever.

Slowly, with deliberate steps, I walked out to my oversized patio and
lowered her onto her back, pleased that I never even missed a stroke.
Sandi lay looking up into the dark glowing sky of the radiated city,
the rain pelting her face and causing her silk dress to stick to her
perfect skin.

I raised myself upon my toes and hands, with only my cock in contact
with her, submerged in her. I drove with a fast and furious speed,
fucking my toy for my pleasure. The sound of the beast, of the city,
loud as Sandi cried out her own sounds, of pleasure. The sounds lost
by the abundant sounds of the beast.

Harder, faster I thrust. Causing her small body to jerk violently
each time. I'm sure I hurt her, the size of my sex in her tight hot
cunt, to the roughness of my coupling. Sandi loved it all, her body
thrashing about as she again mounted to another orgasm.

I was the man, she the woman. I was to be pleasured, she was to
pleasure. I had the cock, she the cunt.

I was the master, she the slave.

My pleasure was mounting and I knew the first of several orgasms would
soon be released deep into the tiny body beneath me.

So innocent, so beautiful, mine...!

How I came, actually growling out my pleasure into the city night.
Spraying my ejaculate into the wet hot willing young girl below me.
She had been trained for this moment, her own life focused simply to
this one moment.

Sandi orgasmed with my own, her body again wrapping herself about me,
holding me tight to her as we both came with a fantastic erotic bolt.

I lay upon her tiny body, temporarily exhausted from my pleasure,
crushing her unprotesting to the cement patio floor. Finally I sat
back and grunt, "Remove our clothing." With vibrating limbs, she sat
up and moved to do as I asked, first taking my clothing off with her
soft tiny gentle movements. Her collar only took a second to unclasp,
and she sat naked with me in the night, beneath the rain.

I was gasping also, and I'm sure I wore a pleased grin upon my face.
Letting her go, I stood next to the handrail to look out upon the
beast. It was beautiful, this city. It dominated and devoured all
that were weak, who did not learn from it.

That tiny sexy mouth engulfed my slippery soft cock, and began to
expertly fellatio me. It was the perfect moment, heaven on earth I
thought. My cock even responded and grew, much to my surprise
normally taking much longer to recover, especially from such a
strongly sought orgasm.

The innocent sucking the master, the city and its slave.

Slave?

Almost as fast as it takes to explain it, I felt my insides turn to
ice at my very own words. Innocent words I may add. I was the slave.
Me?

Suddenly the constant roar of the beast, which was so much like a
sweet symphony, sounded harsh and unforgiving. It was like a door
opened in my mind and I remembered.

I remembered the years of struggling before I became successful, how I
bested others that thought themselves better than I. That I was the
innocent that was often fucked, mostly figurative, and felt the shame
for being a simple slave to this city.

The lips sucking me no longer felt like pleasurable and I roughly
pulled from her face and pushed her out of my way. I leaned over the
railing and looked far down to the dots that represented people.
People that I've probably had an influence in their lives.

In dominating all those around me, my world, I thought I was the
beast, the one in control. Instead, I was just the slave of this
city, doing its handiwork like a good innocent submissive. My life
was a lie.

The tower where I had ruled from rushed by as I came towards the the
pavement and my death.

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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 03
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, teen, oral, mast
Revision: 2.01
Web Site: /~scipio/
Site: ://./pub/Authors/scipio/SummerCamp1
Discussion Forum: groups./group/ScipioForum/


STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO
NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse
any of the activities described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio
(nickscipio). This story may be freely distributed
with this disclaimer attached.

2002-2004 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.



Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning, Mom once again made sure that I was awake in
time to get to Aunt Susan's for breakfast. While Mom was in the
bathroom, I quietly opened my dresser drawer and extracted a pair
of red shorts. I quickly rolled them up, said goodbye to Mom
through the bathroom door, and bolted out the screen door,
letting it slam shut behind me (Erin wasn't going to sleep in if
I could help it!).

All the way down the hill and past the clubhouse, I carefully
schooled my thoughts, focusing on mundane subjects. I didn't want
a repeat of yesterday's near-continuous erection.

When I entered the courtyard, I saw through the kitchen door
window that the lights were on and Aunt Susan was already moving
about. I opened the screen door and knocked gently on the glass.
Aunt Susan turned from the stove and waved for me to enter. Much
to my dismay, she was wearing a pair of bikini bottoms.

She greeted me with a smile, and used the spatula she held in one
hand to point to the roll of red cloth I clutched.

"What's that?" she asked good-naturedly.

I let the shorts unroll from my hand and held them up for her to
see. As soon as she recognized the shorts, she laughed. Her
light-hearted laughter was at my expense, but it wasn't mean. She
turned back to the stove quickly, scooped something out of the
pan, and set it on the plate next to her.

That done, she turned to face me, still grinning. She came around
the kitchen table to where I was standing just inside the door.
She put her hand out, took the shorts from my grasp, and met my
eyes.

"I think we'll be fine without these," she said lightly, pointing
toward her bikini bottoms. "You don't have to spend the day
working around my... nakedness," she said with a wink.

I blushed, but returned her grin. She set the shorts on the
counter and returned to the stove. She then picked up two plates
of French toast and sausage links, and set them on the table. She
pointed to the drawer containing the silverware, which I opened
while she poured glasses of milk.

We ate our breakfast and talked about what we needed to do that
day. In the morning, we planned to transplant storm-damaged
plants into new pots and move them to the courtyard. After lunch,
we would tackle the fiberglass roofing over the back patio.

After we finished breakfast and cleaned the dishes, we headed out
to the courtyard to begin transplanting.

-----

We spent most of the morning on our knees. When we weren't
digging by the side of the courtyard or the house, we were in the
courtyard itself, putting potting soil in pots and filling them
with flowers and plants. It wasn't especially hard work, but it
certainly was dirty. By the time lunchtime rolled around, we were
both covered in dirt. But all the plants she wanted to move were
moved, and Aunt Susan headed inside to fetch two towels.

When she returned, she hung the towels on the dowels set into the
wall of the house and bent to strip off her bikini bottoms. She
stepped onto the terra-cotta tiles and turned on the water. She
moved into the spray and gasped as the cold water rushed over her.
While she rinsed off her front, holding her feet under the water,
I prayed not to get an erection.

When Aunt Susan turned to face me, tilted her head back into the
stream of cold water, and raised her arms to smooth her hair back,
I lost it. The sights of her raised and water-slick breasts--her
nipples fully erect from the cold--and her smooth pussy were more
than enough to demolish any self-control I might have hoped to
maintain. With a groan, I felt my penis jerk and stiffen,
becoming fully erect in a matter of moments.

She stepped out of the flow of water and ran her hands over her
hair, wringing out the cold water, and opened her eyes to look at
me. At my guilty, embarrassed expression, her eyes dropped to my
stiff cock. She didn't say anything as she raised her eyes to my
own and then smiled sympathetically.

When she stepped to the side to retrieve her towel and I stepped
into the water she'd left running, she turned and said, "I hope
the cold water does you some good."

With a teasing chuckle, she began to dry off. The water was
shockingly cold, but it felt good washing off the dirt and grime
of our morning's exertions. As I turned to rinse my back, I
watched Aunt Susan bend over to dry her legs. I paused for a
second to appreciate her upturned ass, and then let my eyes drift
lower, to where her shaved pussy lips protruded between the tops
of her thighs. I could clearly see the shape of her labia, and
thought I could see her inner lips peeking out. The cold water
did little to discourage my erection, especially as I stared at
Aunt Susan's round white ass and smooth pussy.

I realized with a start, however, that she was no longer drying
her legs. With panic verging on terror, I realized she was
looking back at me, still bent over. Our eyes met and I knew she
must have realized what I had been looking at only a moment
before.

And then she winked at me!

I accidentally inhaled a mouthful of water and sputtered, trying
to catch my breath. When I finally stopped coughing, she was
laughing and wrapping the towel around her head. She stood up,
still laughing, and without a backward glance walked into the
kitchen.

I stood stock-still and tried to think of what to do. I was
mortified at being caught looking at her pussy. I stood in the
stream of cold water, oblivious to its chill, and wondered what I
was going to say to her. And then it dawned on me that she had
stood still, bent over, for several seconds after she had
finished drying her legs. When she caught me looking at her, she
was simply waiting, as if on display.

The realization came crashing over me. She wanted me to look!

Despite the fact that I fervently wanted to jerk off right there
in the cold water of the shower, I was too exposed. At any time,
Aunt Susan could come to see what was keeping me, and I wasn't
ready for that kind of exhibition yet.

I shut off the cold water and quickly toweled off. As I dried my
hair, my mind was still awhirl, trying to rationalize the past
few minutes. I ran my fingers through my damp hair, hung the
towel on a peg, and headed for the kitchen door.

When I stepped into the chill of the air conditioning, Aunt Susan,
still completely nude, was at the counter making sandwiches.

She turned at the sound of my entrance, "How do bologna and
cheese sandwiches sound?"

"Uh... fine," I said in bewilderment. She was acting as if the
whole episode from a few minutes before simply hadn't happened. I
quickly decided that if she weren't going to say anything about
me staring at her pussy, then I wasn't going to either. I was
embarrassed enough as it was. But at the back of my mind, I
couldn't help but wonder why she'd done it.

-----

After we finished lunch, we cleaned the dishes and headed back
out to the courtyard.

"Since the 'cat is out of the bag,' so to speak," she said,
grinning at her own double entendre, "I'm just going to leave the
bikini off."

I blushed, and my erection throbbed.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked mischievously, grinning at me.

I was at a loss for words, and she laughed again, obviously
enjoying my strangled expression as she headed back outside.

Once there, we went around the house to the back patio. There
were two wood four-by-fours holding up the frame of her patio
roof. The other end of the frame was anchored to the roof of the
house. Before the storm, it had been covered with green
corrugated fiberglass panels. Almost half of them had been blown
off and were strewn about the yard and the forest beyond.

We surveyed the scene and decided to go retrieve the missing
panels before getting the ladder. It took us almost two hours to
find them all. Some of them were near the patio, but the majority
of them had been blown further, caught like sails in the winds of
the storm. In the end, we found all but one.

When we had them stacked against the house, we walked back to the
garage (it was a detached building to the left of the walled
courtyard) to retrieve the ladder. I carried it around to the
patio and extended it up into the patio roof rafters, now devoid
of most of the top cover. As I set the ladder's feet on the
ground and leaned it against the wood of the rafter, Aunt Susan
motioned me around to the back of the ladder.

"You hold the ladder while I go up and check things out," she
directed.

I did as I was told. As she climbed the ladder, to get her head
above the level of the remaining panels, her slit was directly in
front of me. I enjoyed a close-up view of her smooth pussy. As
she swiveled her head above me, looking over the damaged roof, I
held the ladder in both hands and studied her hairless lips from
less than a foot away.

From that close, I could clearly see that her outer lips were
held slightly apart by the inner lips, which were peeking out.
They were smooth and fair, and my erect cock bobbed due to the
proximity of Aunt Susan's exotic womanhood. I stared at the
breathtaking view and completely lost track of time.

After what seemed like forever, but was probably no more than a
few seconds, I felt the ladder shift. I looked up just in time to
see her leaning out to the left, holding on to the ladder with
only her right hand.

"Grab the chair over there, Paul," she said, as she looked down
at me and pointed with her extended toe, "and slide it over so I
can put my foot on it."

I located the chair she had indicated, and stretched out one hand
to drag it closer.

"That's fine," she said when it was located to her satisfaction.

When she saw that I had both hands firmly back on the ladder,
steadying it for her, she released her grip with her left hand
and stretched her left leg out. She looked down to position her
left foot on the back of the chair and when she was satisfied
that it wasn't going anywhere, she shifted her weight.

I looked up to see what she was looking at. Her head was above
the level of the roof and she craned her neck to look beyond
where an upraised panel had blocked her view of the remainder of
the roof panels. When I looked back down, however, my eyes froze.

There, not more than a foot and a half away, her hairless pussy
was spread wide before me. Her outer lips had parted, and I could
see her inner lips quite clearly. I realized that the skin of her
labia wasn't white, it was actually a delicate pink, and the
folds of her darker pink inner lips spread before me. I could
clearly see the hood of her clit (although at the time, I didn't
know what it was), and the darker entrance to her vagina. Her
pussy looked exactly like a flower, spread open before me.

I stood enraptured, captivated by the sight of her marvelous
pussy. The only thing that saved me from being caught looking at
her spread womanhood was the fact that she began to move before
she looked back down. I tore my eyes from the incredibly arousing
sight in front of me and looked up at her face. When she looked
down to make sure she had her balance, and to make sure her foot
made it to the right rung on the ladder, her eyes met mine and
she smiled.

My smile was genuine, knowing how narrowly I'd avoided detection.
Her eyes slid away from mine and then she looked down. When her
gaze returned to mine, she arched her eyebrow in silent question.
I tried to keep the smug look off my face, but from her knowing
(and wry) expression, I don't think I was that successful.

She climbed down the ladder and we repositioned it so I could
take a look at the roof. I moved the table and chairs so we could
move the ladder over a bit to reposition it against the adjacent
beam, facing the other direction. Aunt Susan steadied the ladder
as I climbed it.

I made sure to keep my hips back so my recently rekindled
erection didn't scrape against the ladder rungs. When my head
cleared the top of the rafters, I looked down to make sure my
dick wasn't aimed at a rung, and then I flattened myself against
the cool metal of the ladder.

I surveyed the storm damage. Many of the fiberglass panels we'd
retrieved had simply been ripped off the nails, leaving jagged
holes. The remaining panels were fairly battered as well, holding
on to the roof with dogged tenacity, but still quite a bit worse
for the wear.

I was about to push back from the ladder when I felt a cool
breeze over my penis, ruffling my pubic hair. I froze--I hadn't
felt the breeze anywhere else. At that moment, a horrible yet
incredibly arousing thought occurred to me. Aunt Susan's pussy
had been only a foot in front of me when she was on the ladder.
My stiff penis, poking through the ladder rungs, must be mere
inches in front of her. The thought aroused me tremendously at
the same time that it embarrassed me. My buttocks involuntarily
clenched and I could feel my penis bob in response.

I pushed back from the ladder and looked down, straight into the
laughing blue eyes of Aunt Susan. I was dumbfounded. I stared at
her blankly, not knowing how to react. The smug look that she
gave me, however, said it all.

I hurriedly climbed down the ladder, my erection bobbing with
each step I took, until I was standing back on terra firma.

"What do you think?" she asked me.

What did I think about what? About the roof, or about her blowing
air at my cock from only a few inches away? I decided to go with
the more obvious of the two possible questions.

"It looks like we'll have to replace most of the panels," I said,
feigning cluelessness about the air on my dick. She smiled at my
obvious discomfort, teasing me. I continued steadfastly, "I'm
pretty sure we can re-nail the ones we have, but the ones torn up
by the storm will just leak."

She nodded, serious again. "That's what I thought too. I think we
should just pull down the remaining panels and then leave things
the way they are. Dwight and Karen will be here soon, and he
usually brings his tool belt to help me fix things around the
house."

Dwight Delozier was a carpenter, and usually did minor repairs
around the camp when he and his family arrived. I pictured him in
my mind, seeing him in his tool belt, safety glasses, and tennis
shoes (it was a funny outfit, but when he was working at the camp,
they were the only things he wore). Dwight was a very large man,
several inches over six feet, with powerful shoulders, the
beginnings of a potbelly, and a very large dick. When he or his
kids weren't around, the kids called him Dwight Donkey-dick. His
wife Karen was a petite brunette, shorter than my mother and much
slimmer, with small, round breasts. They had a daughter Erin's
age, and a son several years younger.

I would be more than content to let Dwight put up the new panels
over the patio. It would be hard enough work taking the remaining
ones down. I nodded my agreement.

"I'll go get a mallet so you can remove the remaining panels,"
Aunt Susan said as I began shifting the ladder into a new
position.

As it turned out, it was easier to remove the panels than I'd
first thought. While Aunt Susan steadied the ladder for me, I
simply climbed up, leaned out a little, and banged on the bottom
of the panels. The overstressed fiberglass popped off the nails
easily, and within an hour, we had the remaining panels stacked
neatly against the house.

While I had been on the ladder, however, Aunt Susan had quietly
tormented me. As I concentrated on striking the panels squarely,
my erection flagged. Whenever my penis started to droop, I'd feel
a puff of cool air on my dick, and it would quickly become fully
erect. The first time it happened, I was startled, and tried to
ignore it. The next time it happened, I stuck my head out to the
side and looked down at Aunt Susan. She met my gaze and returned
it, a look of perfect innocence on her face. Her eyes, however,
were laughing, teasing me. For the next hour, every time I began
to lose my erection, I felt a puff of cool air wash over my cock
and balls. My penis would bob and jerk back to stiffness, and I'd
continue to work, pretending not to notice.

When I climbed down for the last time, she looked at me, smiling
teasingly, and helped me retract the ladder. We walked back to
the garage in silence and I stored the ladder.

It was not quite five, and we decided to quit for the day. She
prepared some lemonade and we relaxed for a few minutes in the
wrought-iron chairs in the courtyard.

"If you'd like, you can use the hall bathroom to 'wash up' before
you meet your Mom for dinner," she said innocently, teasing me
with her eyes.

She and I both knew what I'd be doing in the hall bathroom, but
her manner was lighthearted. I nodded in agreement, took a last
swallow of my lemonade, and made for the door into the house. Out
of the corner of my eye, I watched her eyes follow my hard dick
as it bobbed before me, leading the way.

Once in the bathroom, I grabbed a couple of Kleenex and wrapped
my fingers around the length of my shaft. I thought of Aunt
Susan's spread pussy as I stood underneath her, and in no time, I
felt the first spurts of white-hot sperm jet from the tip of my
prick. I caught the thick, white semen in the tissue, leaning my
head back and moaning at the feeling of release.

As with the day before, my dick was still very hard once my
ejaculation dwindled to a dribble. I cleaned myself and leaned
back against the bathroom wall to catch my breath. I looked at
myself in the mirror for the first time. My face was flushed with
exertion, my breathing was heavy, and my jutting prick had oozed
a pearl of come from the tip. I wiped away the droplet and
released my manhood.

I waited about ten or fifteen minutes, and still my erection
didn't subside. So I took another handful of tissues and began
slowly stroking the thick base of my dick. The second time, I
actually enjoyed masturbating. It wasn't the lust-driven mad dash
that I'd performed as soon as I'd gotten the door shut. I stroked
and squeezed myself, leaning back against the wallpaper and
closing my eyes, imagining Aunt Susan bent over in front of me.

Despite the fact that I'd come only a short time earlier, the
images flashing through my imagination quickly had me on the path
to another climax. With a final jerk, I felt my legs and back
tense up and semen began to gush from my dick. My orgasm was less
powerfully intense than the first one, but no less pleasurable.

When I had cleaned myself up, I found that once again, I had to
pee. When I finished urinating, I washed my hands and took a
moment to study myself in the mirror. I was still the same pudgy
fifteen-year-old I'd been yesterday morning, but the events of
the past two days had opened my eyes in many ways. I paused for a
moment to reflect on what I'd seen and done in the last forty-
eight hours, and I marveled at it all.

I shook off my reverie, however, and returned to the present.
Once again, my poor cock was shiny and red, but at least it was
flaccid. I opened the door, flicked off the light, and stepped
into the hall.

No sooner had I stepped out than I looked to my right as I heard
a movement. I saw Aunt Susan emerge from her bedroom, and in the
dim light of the hallway, she looked a little flustered. She
gestured for me to precede her to the kitchen, which I did.

In the light of the kitchen, I turned to her to say goodbye for
the day. I stopped when I saw her. She was breathing a little
heavily, and her face and chest were flushed. Her hair was
slightly disheveled, and as my eyes flicked over her body, I
could see that her hairless pussy lips were puffy and slightly
pink. Her slit was open slightly, and the folds of her inner lips
were poking through the outer lips a tiny bit.

When she saw my glance, she said, "Same time tomorrow?" as
lightheartedly as she could.

I could only nod, holding her eyes with my own. She grinned at me,
tilted her head to the side, and shrugged slightly. I brought my
hand up and waved to her silently.

"I'll see you then. Good night," she said quietly.

I nodded silently, picked up my shorts, and turned for the door.
I wanted to shower before dinner, and as the implications of what
had just happened sunk in, I thought I might want to jerk off a
third time.

-----

The next morning, I arrived just as Aunt Susan was starting to
fix breakfast. I knocked on the kitchen door and she motioned me
in. The very first thing I noticed was that she wasn't wearing
her bikini bottoms.

"Ham and cheese omelettes okay with you?" she asked, looking at
me over her shoulder.

I nodded vigorously, smiling. I dropped my eyes to her bare ass,
then lifted them back to her face, raising my eyebrows in a
silent question.

She looked down over her shoulder at her bare cheeks, then back
up at me, and shrugged. "I didn't see the point," she said with
feigned innocence and smiled. "Besides," she said, nodding to
indicate my as-yet-flaccid penis, "I don't want to disappoint my
loyal admirer."

Her eyes twinkled as she teased me, and I simply grinned and
nodded at her. My, I thought to myself, what a long way we've
come in only a few days!

She fixed one big omelette and cut it in half, adding toast to
each plate and pouring glasses of orange juice. As we ate, we
talked about what needed to be done that day.

Our last major task was to clear the roof and fix the gutters.
Many small branches, as well as several larger ones, had fallen
onto the roof. A couple of them had also damaged the gutters in
several places. Most of the ones that had damaged the gutters had
fallen to the ground (and we'd picked them up the first day), but
there were still a fair number of branches and other storm debris
to clear from the roof itself.

We decided that it would probably be best for me to climb the
ladder, clean and fix the guttering, and then get up onto the
roof after lunch to throw down the branches. I decided to run
back to our cabin to get my sneakers after breakfast, so I
wouldn't hurt my feet on the rough shingles of the roof.

We finished breakfast, and as Aunt Susan began to clear the
dishes, I dashed back to our cabin. I rummaged in my dresser
drawer for a pair of socks, grabbed my shoes, and banged out the
screen door, headed back to Aunt Susan's.

When I returned, I found her waiting for me. She was sitting at
the wrought-iron table in the courtyard, with the heavy work
gloves, a hammer, and box of nails. I headed to the garage to
withdraw the ladder, and we got to work.

We quickly established a routine: we would set the ladder, she
would steady it from underneath, and I would climb up and clear
the gutters. When a piece of guttering needed repair, she would
hand me the hammer and box of nails, and I would re-secure the
guttering to the edge of the roof. Our system worked well, and I
was thankful that I was too busy to think about sex.

Unfortunately, that didn't last long. About half an hour after we
started working, I felt a gentle breeze on my flaccid penis. I
felt it twitch in response, but firmly held my imagination in
check. I then felt the direction of the air change. It came from
underneath my penis, washing over my balls and the underside of
my dick. I was bound and determined not to cave in to Aunt
Susan's teasing, however, and tightly controlled my thoughts.

I felt a rush of triumph that I didn't rise to her baiting. By
the time lunchtime rolled around, we had finished clearing the
gutters and repaired the damaged sections--my penis was still
thankfully flaccid.

But in the process of clearing out the gutters, both she and I
had gotten quite a bit of pine needle debris on us. Try as hard
as I might, I still managed to drop a few clumps of pine needles
down on her while she was steadying the ladder beneath me. There
were bits and pieces of twigs and pine needles in her hair and on
her shoulders. I'd also gotten quite a bit on my arms and
shoulders, so we decided to shower before she fixed lunch.

When we reached the courtyard, she gestured for me to shower
while she went into the house to fetch towels. I turned on the
water, and was once again shocked by the coldness when I began
rinsing gutter debris from my arms and shoulders. I had just
leaned back and closed my eyes, savoring the stinging needles of
cold water, when I heard Aunt Susan come out of the house. (I
know it's hard to believe, but work outside in a South Carolina
summer some time, and see if you don't enjoy a good cold shower
when you're done.)

I turned to see her hang two towels on the pegs set into the wall.
Then she stepped under the water with me and handed me a large-
toothed comb that she'd brought along. She was very close and I
stepped back involuntarily. When I did, the spray hit her on the
chest and I watched her nipples instantly stiffen. She sucked in
her breath at the water temperature, but let the water cascade
over her face and down her chest.

She got her front entirely wet and then spun around to wash off
her back and shoulders. Finally, she tilted her head back and wet
her hair in the stream of cold water.

She looked back at me, over her shoulder. "Would you run the comb
through my hair to get the snippets out, please," she asked, and
waited for my response.

When I nodded dumbly, she turned her head back to face away from
me and stepped back toward me, into the water. I raised the comb
and began gently drawing it through her hair. As I slowly dragged
it through her hair, she stepped back about six inches. She was
already very close to me, and when she stepped back, it was
enough to bring the smooth, warm flesh of her ass into contact
with my penis.

The contact jolted me like an electric shock, and my prick
stiffened instantly. My hard cock nestled between the cheeks of
her ass, and I stepped back involuntarily. I found myself pressed
against the wall and the water handle. The movement only afforded
me a little latitude, however, and the tip of my penis was still
pressed against her flesh. I was rooted to the spot, and didn't
know what to do. Finally, she stepped forward a little to get out
of the spray and looked over her shoulder at me, grinning
impishly. She then turned and held out her hand for the comb,
which I eagerly handed over.

Aunt Susan then turned around again, with her back to me, and got
her hair wet again. Trapped as I was between her and the wall of
the house, I could only watch when she took a small step forward
and slung her hair over her head as she bent forward. A spray of
water droplets struck me in the chest and face as she flung her
hair up and over.

She began running the comb through her hair, to remove any
remaining tidbits, and I swallowed hard. I looked down at the
hourglass figure of her back and the flare of her hips as her
alabaster ass poised a mere inch or two in front of my turgid
penis. I dared not move, since I could feel the heat of her body
warming the tip of my penis. When I looked down, my erection was
pointed right at her pussy, basking in the warmth radiating from
between her legs.

Although I couldn't see her face, I could tell that she knew
exactly where she had pinned me, and exactly what my reaction
would be. In a minute or so, she finished combing her hair and
slowly stood up, swung her damp tresses over her shoulder, and
turned. She stepped forward so the spray was hitting her between
her breasts, and looked up at my face.

"All done?" she asked sweetly, acting completely oblivious to the
situation a moment before and ignoring my raging hard on.

I gulped and nodded mutely.

She stepped forward and reached around behind me to turn off the
shower. Once again, I could feel the warmth of her body as her
breasts nearly touched my stomach. Her arm did touch me where she
had reached behind me to turn the water off. The contact was
electric, and she held my eyes while she turned the handle. When
the water trickled to a stop, she smiled up at me innocently and
withdrew her arm.

She stepped to the side and tossed me a towel, grabbing her own
with her other hand. We dried off in silence, my erection pulsing
as she repeated yesterday's maneuver, bending forward to dry her
hair. With more separation between us, I had an unobstructed view
of her shaved pussy lips, and once again, I took the bait. I
already had an erection, why not enjoy the view?

She fixed hotdogs for lunch, and we ate in relative silence, at
the table in the courtyard.

My erection didn't disappoint me, or evidently her, the entire
time. Treacherous organ!

-----

After we finished lunch, I put my socks and shoes on, and we
headed back out to the ladder.

It was a simple matter for me to climb onto the roof, and once
there, I put on my work gloves and started gathering the smaller
branches. I would toss the branches down, being careful to make
sure I missed Aunt Susan, and she would collect them and take
them around back to our burn pile.

After about an hour's work, I had all but the three largest
branches cleared. Two of them were about the size of my forearm
at the base, but one monster was about six inches in diameter,
with smaller branches coming off it at all angles. I was
surprised that the big branch didn't do any permanent damage when
it hit.

I decided to drag the largest branch over to the edge of the
house and threw it down first. Then I brought over the two
smaller ones and tossed them down with the larger one. I made
sure Aunt Susan was out of the way as I heaved the largest branch
off the roof. I could barely lift the beast because it was so
awkward, but I finally managed to get enough of it over the edge
of the roof that it simply levered itself off. The two smaller
branches were easier, but still no picnic.

Once I'd thrown the last of the smaller large branches off the
roof, I started down the ladder. As I worked on the roof, I'd
been paying attention to what I was doing, and wasn't distracted
by Aunt Susan's body (or teasing). My erection had completely
disappeared. It was still early in the afternoon when I started
down the ladder, and I reluctantly thought that my time with Aunt
Susan was coming to an end. I had really enjoyed my time with her,
despite my embarrent at having a near-constant erection.

So it was those thoughts that occupied my mind as I reached the
bottom of the ladder and turned to step down. While I had been
dragging the second smaller branch, Aunt Susan had dragged the
first one around to our burn pile. As I was coming down the
ladder, I absentmindedly noticed her coming back for the second
of the smaller branches.

When I reached the bottom of the ladder and turned, time slowed
to a crawl as I watched a horrible series of events unfolding.
Remembering it later, I managed to reconstruct what occurred, but
at the time, it actually happened so quickly that there was
simply nothing I could do to stop things.

Aunt Susan had bent over to grasp the thick branch by its middle,
to drag it to our pile. Just as I was stepping off the ladder,
she was standing and lifting the thick branch. I watched in
horror as the stout base of the branch inexorably rose to meet my
descending groin.

With a white-hot explosion of agony, the branch connected with my
balls. I don't even think I had enough strength in me to so much
as groan. As waves of pain and nausea washed over me, I collapsed
silently. I held my gloved hands to my aching testicles and
curled into the fetal position.

An indeterminate amount of time passed, and when the pain
subsided enough for me to open my eyes, I saw Aunt Susan kneeling
very anxiously by my head. She obviously didn't know what to do,
and in my agony, I was in no condition to tell her. Ice picks of
pain stabbed my belly, and my abused testicles seemed to pulse
and emit the torturous jolts.

My hearing returned, finally, and I realized that Aunt Susan was
apologizing frantically. She was asking me what to do, and didn't
dare do anything until I spoke. I blinked up at her, my mouth
open in a rictus of pain.

"Ow," I said with pathetic humor when I finally regained enough
presence of mind to actually speak.

"Oh my God, Paul, are you okay?"

I nodded wordlessly. The waves of pain and nausea had passed, and
my testicles still throbbed with a dull ache, but at least
coherent thought had returned.

"I think I'll live," I croaked.

"Can you stand?"

I nodded again, a little jerkily, and hoped that my rubbery legs
would support me. She helped me to my feet, and I stood hunched
over, my gloved hands still protecting my groin. She dusted the
sand off my left side, from where I'd lain on the ground in agony,
and we slowly, torturously made our way toward the courtyard.

Once we got to there, we entered the kitchen and Aunt Susan
leaned me in the corner near the sink. She shucked her gloves and
reached for a clean dishtowel. I watched curiously as she laid it
flat on the counter and stepped to the refrigerator. She briskly
opened the freezer door and took a bag of something out. I saw
that she'd grabbed a bag of frozen peas, and watched as she set
it in the middle of the dishtowel and carefully folded the sides
of the towel over the bag. She folded the ends of the towel over
the sides, forming a bulging package, which she clutched with her
right hand, and then returned to stand in front of me.

Matter of factly, she knelt in front of me and used her left hand
to pry away my gloved hands, which where still cupping my abused
testicles. She put her right hand between my knees and had me
spread my legs slightly. A fresh wave of pain and nausea flooded
my senses as my balls suffered the movement. I put my hands to
the side and supported myself against the counter, tilting my
head back and squeezing my eyes shut to combat the waves of
nausea caused by the pain in my groin.

I vaguely felt Aunt Susan lift my penis and place the soft,
towel-wrapped, and very cold bag of peas against my scrotum. My
testicles immediately tried to retreat further into my abdomen as
the cold permeated the entire region. Once I'd gotten over the
shock of the movement, and then the cold, I slowly realized that
the makeshift icepack was soothing my battered testicles.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the waves of nausea retreated and, to my
surprise, the shooting pains in my balls eased to a dull ache.
When I finally decided to open my eyes, I lifted my head and took
a deep, shuddering breath. I then looked down at Aunt Susan. She
had a concerned look on her face as she stared intently at the
towel-wrapped bag of peas. She was making a concerted effort to
hold it against my scrotum with a minimum of pressure, while
still making contact.

As I looked down at her where she knelt in front of me, she
sensed me looking and raised her eyes to meet mine. There was a
world of apology and sympathy in her expression, and I smiled at
her by way of forgiveness. She understood my unspoken message and
in gratitude, she returned my smile.

Sensing that the worst had passed, she gently removed the cold
towel from my groin. She lowered her eyes to scrutinize my balls.

"Your scrotum is red, and slightly swollen, but I don't think
anything is permanently damaged. Do you feel anything worse than
a dull ache? Any shooting pains?" she asked, looking up at me
once again.

I shook my head numbly and she returned her gaze to my crotch.
She studied my equipment for a minute or so, looking from
different angles, before looking back up at me.

"I am so sorry, Paul. I didn't see you coming down the ladder,"
she apologized.

"I know," I croaked through my dry throat. "It was an accident."

"I have been so awful to you today," she castigated herself.
"Teasing you, and then... this..."

I could see how sorry she was, her apology was graven on her face,
but as I stared down at her, I couldn't help but think about our
situation. Aunt Susan had been holding my limp penis out of the
way with her left hand, and as she knelt in front of me, the
contact of her hand on my manhood sent a surge of excitement
through my body.

My balls still ached dully, but the excitement of the situation
overrode the pain, and I felt my cock twitch with the first rush
of blood. Because I was still in a modicum of pain, my erection
was slow to develop. Aunt Susan had begun to offer another series
of apologies when she felt my penis twitch, and then swell.

Suddenly, her expression changed. Without a word, she set the
towel-wrapped bag of peas on the floor between my feet. She then
lowered my penis from where she'd been holding it against my
abdomen.

I was horrified that she had been disgusted by my reaction and
that she was mad at me. Panic filled my thoughts as I wondered
what she would do; if she would yell at me, or kick me out of the
kitchen, or worse. So it was with panic-induced shock that I
watched her slowly look up at me, her expression unreadable.

With a mischievous smile, she opened her mouth and engulfed the
stiffening head of my young penis. The pain in my balls was
quickly forgotten as the warmth and pleasure of that first
contact washed over me.

I looked down in awe as she closed her eyes and gently sucked on
the crown of my semi-hard dick. She gently put her right palm on
the front of my left thigh and opened her mouth to accept more of
my rapidly stiffening penis. I felt the warmth and wetness of her
tongue on the bottom of my shaft as she closed her mouth and
sucked. She slowly withdrew her lips, tugging at the skin of my
dick, and I quickly reached a full erection.

She kept the head in her mouth and I felt the breath from her
nose on the saliva-slick top of my cock. And then a sensation of
pure ecstasy washed over me as she swirled her tongue around the
sensitive glans. I gripped the edge of the counter firmly with my
still-gloved hands, watching in amazement as she opened her mouth
once more and slowly impaled herself on my length.

She was about two inches from the base of my penis when she
clamped her lips shut and her nostrils flared as she inhaled. She
caressed the underside of my penis with her tongue, and I closed
my eyes, savoring the pleasure and warmth. She very gently
withdrew my cock from her mouth and sucked on the head before
releasing me entirely.

"Do you forgive me?" she asked, looking up at me.

I opened my eyes and gazed into hers. She wore an unreadable
expression--it wasn't the teasing look from earlier, nor was it
the face of lust I'd seen my mom make as she sucked my dad. Aunt
Susan appeared genuinely contrite, but that emotion was
underscored by something else. I slowly realized that it was a
desire to please me.

I swallowed hard, nodded at her, and she smiled.

She then closed her eyes and began planting open-mouthed kisses
down the side of my shaft. She was careful not to touch my still-
tender balls, but the feeling of my penis rubbing along the soft,
smooth skin of her face drowned out any concern I might've had
for my testicles.

Her left hand still grasped my penis lightly and she withdrew her
lips, pulling it to her left to kiss the other side of the base.
She drew her open-mouthed kisses toward the head of my shaft and
I once again luxuriated in the feeling of my sensitive glans
being brushed by the soft skin of her cheek.

When she reached the tip, her left hand held my erection and
aimed it at her mouth. She parted her lips and extended her
tongue, flicking the hole at the end of my cock. My hips bucked
involuntarily at the rush of pleasure, and she smiled at my
reaction, engulfing the crown of my manhood with her lips once
again.

She concentrated on the head of my penis, her eyes still closed,
and it wasn't long before I felt the pressure of my impending
orgasm. I panicked about where I was going to shoot my come.

"Oh, God...," I groaned. "Oh... I'm... oh... uh..." I was incoherent,
delirious with pleasure.

She sensed my need, however, and she began to gently stroke my
penis with her left hand. She clamped her mouth tightly around
the first couple of inches of my cock and began to flick her
tongue against the sensitive underside of the head. Her left hand
increased its pressure and tempo, rubbing the skin of my shaft
over the nerves and erectile tissue underneath.

With a groan, I squeezed my eyes shut and emptied my seed into
her mouth. I felt her start at the power of my first spurt, but
she kept up the stroking motion with her left hand. At the same
time, she ceased flicking her tongue. The next spurt of semen
surged up my shaft and erupted into her mouth. She kept pumping
me gently, milking my cock with her hand and lips. My cock
spurted several more times, each time depositing more of my sperm
in her willing mouth.

When I finished ejaculating, she wrapped her fingers around the
base of my penis and milked me one final time. She kept her lips
wrapped around my cock and I could feel her swallow the load I'd
just shot into her mouth. It took her two swallows to get it all.

When she finished swallowing, she took a deep, shuddering breath
through her nose. I felt her exhale on the top of my penis as she
released her grip. She breathed deeply, but never released the
head from the warm cavern of her mouth. And as she suckled the
end of my penis, it didn't shrink much. She placed the warm palm
of her left hand against my right thigh and again sighed deeply.

She knelt that way for several minutes; sitting on her heels, her
palms gently rubbing my thighs, her warm, wet mouth rhythmically
sucking the head of my cock.

Finally, she released my penis and smiled up at me.

"Better?" she asked quietly.

I could only nod my head vigorously. She looked like an angel,
kneeling in front of me, my mostly erect cock a divining rod
pointing toward the warm wetness of her mouth. She smiled and
kissed the underside of the glans and closed her eyes again,
breathing a deep sigh. Then she shuddered, her body quivering all
over as she continued to kiss my swollen member. With a shake of
her head, as if pulling herself out of a daydream, she opened her
eyes and I looked down into their liquid blue depths.

Slowly, she got to her feet. She reached out and took the gloves
off my hands one at a time. She took my hand, turned, and led me
into the living room. Bending over, she turned on the lamp on the
end table next to the couch and silently indicated that I should
sit. I quickly obliged her. As I looked up at her magnificent
body in the light of the lamp, I wondered what she was going to
do.

I didn't have long to wonder, however, as she lay down on the
couch to my right. She scooted forward and put her left arm over
my hips. I slouched down to give her better access and she rolled
to put her back to the back of the couch. Her left breast was
pressed firmly against my right thigh as she adjusted herself
into a comfortable position.

I didn't know where to put my hands, and I didn't want to touch
her somewhere where she didn't want to be touched. I was still
young enough, and naive enough, to think that I might still screw
things up at that point, so I left well enough alone. With her
right hand, she reached up. Then she turned her head and looked
for my right hand. Once I realized what she was after, I put my
hand in hers and she placed it on her right breast.

Her breast was softer than I'd ever imagined possible. It was so
pliable as I gently cupped it, and I didn't know what to do. I
didn't want to hurt her, so I simply kneaded it gently. With her
free left hand, Aunt Susan grasped my still-erect prick and aimed
it at her mouth. Once she had my dick firmly seated between her
lips, she cocked her right leg up, bent at the knee, and reached
down to her pussy with her right hand.

I was awestruck by the sight. So much so, in fact, that I forgot
all about the wonderful sensations she was causing in my dick. I
watched as she ran her middle finger up and down the length of
her slit. There was a glistening sheen of moisture on her labia
as she slipped her finger into her sex, and the sight captivated
me. She pumped her finger a couple of times, in and out, in and
out, then withdrew it and pressed down against the top of her
slit.

She began moving her right hand in small circles, pressing down
at the top of her pussy. She alternated that motion with running
her middle finger down over her slit and then plunging it into
her vagina. I watched in wonder as she pleasured herself while
sucking on my stiff manhood.

Taking my cue from the motions of her right hand, I began moving
my hand, the one cupping her breast, in small circles. I felt her
nipple become stiff under my palm, and knew I must've done
something right. Because her hair had fallen over her face, and
because of the position of her head over my cock, I couldn't see
what she was doing. So I alternated between watching her rub her
pussy and simply enjoying the pleasure my penis was experiencing.

She took her time sucking me. She was always careful never to
touch my still-tender balls, and alternated between taking me
very deep and licking the length of my shaft. Although I couldn't
see it, by the feelings in my groin I was certain that she was
attempting to swallow my entire penis, right down to my pubic
hair.

She would impale her mouth on my cock, lock her lips around the
base, open her mouth a little and try to thrust more of it in her
mouth. Then she would work her tongue against the shaft and
slowly withdraw, letting her lips drag along my length.

Not knowing what else I should be doing, I simply leaned my head
on the back of the couch and enjoyed the blowjob. She took things
slowly, and because I had already come once, it took longer for
my climax to build. When I masturbated, I knew exactly what to do
to bring myself off quickly, increasing pressure here, stroking
faster there. Her mouth was completely different. I didn't know
what to expect from one moment to the next, and the anticipation
was almost as exquisite as the actual sensations.

In time, however, I felt her stiffen. Her hand began to narrow
its circles and move very, very fast. She wrapped her lips around
my dick and simply held me in her mouth. I wondered what was
happening, if she were okay or not. She began thrusting her hips
at her racing fingers, and moaning deep in her throat. Her
moaning vibrated my dick and sent buzzes of pleasure through my
entire groin.

Suddenly, she thrust her middle finger back into the depths of
her smooth-shaven pussy and started pumping it in and out.
Finally, she got very, very still. Her moan started deep, but
quickly rose in pitch, a sustained sound coming from deep in her
chest. After fifteen or twenty seconds, she let out an explosive
breath around my trapped penis, and withdrew her mouth from my
manhood.

I didn't know what to do, or not do, so I simply stayed right
where I was, neither moving nor talking. She shuddered and
straightened her legs, trapping her right hand at the junction of
her thighs, her finger still stuck into her pussy. When her
quivering finally diminished, she grasped my penis with her left
hand and aimed it at her waiting mouth.

She began sucking my cock with enthusiasm, pumping the shaft with
her left hand while she bobbed her head up and down on my length.
In short order, I was shooting jets of hot semen into her mouth.
With her lips wrapped around the ridge of my glans, she swallowed
and kept pumping. When she had milked the last of my come from my
cock, she opened her lips and released my shrinking member.

She then collapsed against me, laying her head on my stomach and
resting her right arm along her length, between her right hip and
the back of the couch. She breathed deeply and licked her lips,
her eyes closed, a smile on her face.

We sat like that for some time, neither of us moving. When I
finally began thinking coherently again, I almost panicked. What
would happen now? Would she not want to see me again? Today was
the last day I was supposed to work for her, what next? Would she
not want to "do stuff" with me again because I wasn't any good?

A thousand thoughts swirled through my mind, few of them well
formed or well thought out. So I sat there, and dared not move.

When her breathing had returned to normal, she opened her eyes
and looked up at me, eyes bright with her pleasure.

"I'm sorry I hit you with the branch," she said simply.

I looked at her, dumbfounded.

She stared up at the incomprehension on my face for perhaps five
seconds and then burst out laughing. Her laughter was gentle and
guileless, and enfolded us both with its good humor. Slowly,
languidly, she pulled her left arm underneath her and laid her
head on my right thigh. She pulled her legs up and got very quiet.
I could tell that she was thinking, about what I didn't know, and
I sat quietly. But under the surface calm, my mind was still
racing, playing out "what if" scenarios endlessly. I'd finally
decided it was fruitless when the clock on the living room wall
chimed five o'clock.

Aunt Susan raised her head, tilted it to look at the clock, and
then sighed. She pushed herself up with her arm and levered her
legs over the edge of the couch, standing up gracefully.

As I looked up at her, I let my eyes roam over her body, looking
at her openly for the first time. She let me look, standing
quietly with her arms at her sides. As my eyes dropped to look at
her pussy, I saw that her lips were pink and swollen, and that
her inner labia were peeking out.

Then a thought occurred to me. Her pussy had looked just like
that when she had emerged from her bedroom the day before, just
as I had come out of the hall bathroom. She had been masturbating
in her bedroom! The idea crashed over me like a wave, and I was
stunned.

I had little time to contemplate my revelation, as she extended
her hand to help me up from the couch. When I took it and stood
up, she silently led me to the hall bathroom. There was no way I
needed to jerk off. My penis was very soft at the moment, worn
out by the two suckings I'd just enjoyed. When we entered the
bathroom, she gestured for me to take off my shoes and socks
while she started the water in the shower.

She leaned in to test the temperature, then diverted the water to
the shower nozzle. As she stepped into the shower, she extended
her hand to me, inviting me to join her.

In the shower, she washed herself first. I enjoyed seeing the
soapsuds sheen her round breasts and flat stomach as she cleaned
herself with a washcloth. Then she squirted some shampoo in her
hand and lathered her hair. Finally, she turned and rinsed, first
her hair, then her body.

Lathering the washcloth once more, she squeezed past me and
gently pushed me back, into the warm spray. As she passed me, I
felt her stiff nipples drag across my stomach, and if I hadn't
come so recently, my penis surely would have stiffened instantly.

Once under the showerhead, I let the warm water run over me and
tilted my head back to wet my hair. Aunt Susan reached up and
washed my body, exploring me with her hands and with the sudsy
washcloth. When she had washed my chest, shoulders, and arms, she
spun me around to wash my back. With that completed, she turned
me around again to rinse my back.

She lathered the washcloth once more and dropped to her knees.
She raised it to my groin and gently, lovingly washed my penis
and scrotum. She worked up a good lather, but was very gentle
with my abused testicles. She washed my legs next, and then put
her hand on my hip to turn me so she could wash my buttocks and
lower back. When I had rinsed my pubic area, I turned around of
my own accord, to rinse my back and buttocks.

Aunt Susan rinsed out the washcloth and handed it to me so I
could hang it on the bar on the far wall of the shower. I leaned
forward and stretched to hang it and I felt her lips capture my
soft penis. When I had the washcloth hung, I leaned back and
looked down at her. Her hair was slicked back and her eyes were
closed as she gently sucked me. She worked her lower jaw side-to-
side and lavished attention on the underside of my still-flaccid
cock. Pursing her lips, she slowly drew her head back, letting my
manhood slip from her mouth. She smiled and opened her eyes,
looking up at me.

"Tasty," she said mischievously and stood up.

She reached around behind me, shut the water off, and then opened
the shower curtain. She leaned out and pulled two towels from the
bar, handing one to me. We dried off in relative silence, and
then hung our towels up to dry. I grabbed my shoes and socks as
we headed back out to the living room.

The clock in the living room said it was almost half past five
and I knew I had to meet my Mom and Erin for dinner. I shifted
from foot to foot, not knowing what to say.

Aunt Susan noticed my nervousness and once again rescued me from
myself.

"Go on. Go meet your mom."

I grinned like an idiot and almost ran toward the kitchen. At the
door to the courtyard, however, I stopped. I don't know why I did,
but I knew it was the right thing to do. I turned to see her
standing in the door to the living room, her wet hair hanging
over her shoulders and framing her face. I waved goodbye to her,
smiling.

She smiled in return and waved. Then she made a shooing gesture
with her hand and I bolted out the back door, letting the screen
door slam behind me.

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