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The Blackout

June 9, 2009 at 5:51 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , ,

Ok, so temping wasn’t exactly the most exciting job in the world.  It really wasn’t what I had pictured myself doing when I had moved to New York four years ago.  But it paid the rent, and it didn’t suck, so I figured it would just have to do for now. I had certainly done worse things for money.  Hey, at least it was air-conditioned.

I wasn’t particularly surprised when it happened.  It was August, and outside in the streets of Manhattan, it was hotter than all fuck.  I was dreading going back to my little one bedroom in Brooklyn to sit naked in front of the box fan, pretending that the air that washed over my sweaty body was slightly cooler than the stagnant air in the apartment.  So when the lights flickered once and went out, I pushed back my chair and yawned.

It was Friday afternoon, just after five, and it was just me and Mary, the office manager, up on the 19th floor.  I figured someone had plugged in one air-conditioner too many; or a tree had gone down somewhere in Indiana; or some schmoe with a backhoe had cut a power line.  I wondered if it was just Manhattan, or if it was the whole east coast again.

You were supposed to evacuate the building if there was a power outage; but neither Mary nor I fancied walking down 19 flights of stairs into the blazing heat.  It was still cool enough up here.

“The power will probably just come back on in a few minutes” Mary said “Let’s just wait it out and take the elevator.”

Well that was fine with me.

Of all the people in the world to be trapped in an office building with, Mary was fairly low on my list.  It wasn’t as if we didn’t get along (I had been working in her office for the last couple weeks, covering someone’s vacation); we had just never had much to say to each other.  My impression of her was that she was fussy and officious.  And she was hardly my type.

I of course, have had those fantasies of being trapped in an elevator with, say Brad Pitt or Uma Thurman.  Mary didn’t resemble either of those people.  She was a few years older than me, probably in her early thirties.  She was from Chinese stock, and not one of those stick figure Asian girls either: she reminded me of a dumpling; short and overweight (not grossly obese or anything, just chunky), with long black hair usually done up in a bun; bad complexion and thick glasses.  She was shaped something like a pair:  her top half was rather flat, while her bottom was exceptionally wide, filling her brown slacks and spilling off the sides of her swivel chair.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t claim to be a supermodel myself, not by a long shot.  I’m a beanpole; at 6’1” I was always taller than most of the guys I went to school with.  I keep myself in good shape, I run and work out, so there’s no issue there; but let’s just say I’m not stacked up front either.  If you saw me and Mary walking down the street together, you would probably think of Laurel and Hardy.  At least I did.  The picture made me laugh out loud.  Mary gave me a funny look.

“I hope this doesn’t last too long” Mary said “We’re really not supposed to be up here in a power outage.”  It had been all of five minutes.  “Security might make us leave.”

“I’m sure the lights will be on soon” I said, turning away from the window I had been looking down onto the street below from “Do you really feeling like hiking down all those stairs?”

“No, I guess not” she sighed “I only hope it doesn’t last too long.  Will anybody be worried about you?”

“Not really” I said “I live alone.  What about you?”

“Divorced” she said and sighed “Anyway my cell phone isn’t working.  I just tried.”

After that, there was a long silence.

“So” Mary said brightly “Have you lived in the city long?”

“Four years this summer.” I replied.

“Do you like it here then?”

“Yeah” I said “its fun I guess.”

“Any boyfriends?”

“Nope.  Nothing really.”  It wasn’t really boyfriends I was looking for, but same difference.

I excused myself and went to the bathroom.  The hall was dimly lit by the emergency lights, already fading.  I peed in the dark.  The empty building was starting to creep me out.

It was starting to get hot too.  The power had been off for an hour now, and the air in the office was heating up.  I started to wonder if maybe it wouldn’t have been a better idea to head downstairs right away.

“You know we’d get halfway down, and the lights would come back on” Mary said.  She pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator for me.  It was still nice and cool “Lets just make ourselves comfortable and wait it out.”

That wasn’t exactly what I had expected her to say, but whatever.  I wasn’t exactly looking forward to hiking down all those stairs either.  And I hardly had anywhere better to be.  I wondered idly if I was still on the clock.

“Do you mind if I strip down a little?”  This question wasn’t as shocking as it might sound: normally the office was kept icebox cold, and Mary was wearing thick brown slacks and a white knit sweater.

“Aren’t you worried about someone barging in?  A security guard or a fireman?”

“I’ll lock the door” she said, getting up and doing just that “although I really wouldn’t mind a fireman so much…”

We laughed.  For some reason, that offhand comment made Mary seem a little more human to me.  Without any further fuss, she stripped down to bra and panties.  She wore a modest white bra; her red thong underwear seemed rather incongruous.  Her pale white butt looked wide indeed surrounding the little red piece of floss that ran up her backside.  If she was self conscious about lounging around in front of me in her skivvies, she didn’t show it.

I, on the other hand, felt suddenly overdressed.  I was wearing a light skirt; and I had a tank top on that I had worn under my own sweater, so it wasn’t as if shedding clothes would cool me off that much.  But it felt weird to be fully dressed while Mary was three quarters naked.

“Do you mind?” I asked

“Not at all” Mary said “Why should I?”

Feeling suddenly very self conscious, I stripped out of my skirt and camisole top, folding them neatly and setting them on my desk.

“You have the prettiest breasts Angela!” Mary said “I should be so lucky!”

Now, I have never considered my boobs to be my best feature.  They are on the small side, they tend to point in opposite directions, and if you look closely, the one on the left is bigger than the one on the right.  I took the compliment with a blush, and nipples involuntarily hardened.  I hoped Mary wouldn’t notice.

Believe it or not, until the moment that she unsnapped her own bra, it hadn’t even occurred to me that Mary might play on my team.  I’ve never been any good at spotting dykes; a fact that has severely hampered my sex life in the past.  But surely not Mary?  Frumpy, plain, fussy Mary a pussy licker?

I thought her breasts were kind of nice actually.  Bigger than mine, but flatter, with large brown bumpy areola dwarfing her nipples.  Magnetically, we were drawn together until we were standing chest to chest, almost touching.  Her round belly spilled out over the skimpy red triangle of her panties.  I couldn’t think of the last time that I had felt so attracted to anyone.  It had been so long since I had been touched.  I could feel the heat radiating from her body, smell her personal scent, sweat mixed with something else.  I raised my hand to cup her breast.

“Oh My God!” Mary cried breathlessly, pointing out the window.

My heart stopped.  Not again, please God not again.  My mind leaped back to that terrible Tuesday morning in September, the fireball, that terrible column of black smoke.  I couldn’t face that again.

Reluctantly, I followed Mary’s pointing finger.  She indicated the office across the street from us.

The August days are long in New York, and there was plenty of daylight left.  We could see clearly through the windows of the building across from us.  It was an open office, a studio of some sort with rows of long flat tables.  Two men stand by the window, stark naked, boners bobbing with every movement, locked in a passionate kiss.

One of the guys was older, maybe in his early forties; the other one might have been a summer intern.

Now when I go for boys, I usually like skinny scruffy types; literate punk-rockers, nerds with black leather jackets.  I have never been the type to drool over those Chelsea muscle-boys with their carefully sculpted bodies.  That said, these two were certainly easy on the eyes.

Mary’s hand found mine, and our fingers interlocked as we watched them make out.  “So sexy” she breathed, and it was true.  They looked hot.

The older one, the bigger guy, happened to look out the window.  His eyes met mine in a flash of recognition.  He said something to his younger, skinnier friend.  They laughed and waved.

“Do you feel like playing?” Mary asked me quietly “We don’t have to you know.”

“Mary” I said, wrapping my arms around her, feeling her softness and her body heat, her damp skin and the beating of her heart “I think you’d have a hard time stopping me right now.”

“I haven’t played with a girl in a really long time.”

“Mmm Me either.” My lips found hers, my hand cupped her breast.  I felt her hands on my ass cheeks, pulling me into her.  I surrendered to the sensation.

We kissed for a long time.  It was really nice.  Her lips were soft, pliable.  She let me be the aggressive kisser, exploring her mouth with my tongue, nibbling and pretending to pull away, only to kiss back harder.  My fingers found her small nipples, and pinched pulled and twisted.  Her hands stayed glued to my panty covered ass.

“Look”

Our compatriots across the street had climbed up on a table in front of their window.  Junior was on his knees in front of Senior, blowing him for all he was worth.  His own dick hung down thick and meaty in front of him.  He had a handful of the older guys’ tight ass.  I swear I could see the wetness glistening on Senior’s dick as he humped Junior’s face.  As we watched, Senior took a big handful of Juniors’ hair and pulled him forcibly down onto his meat.  The kid swallowed the whole thing, all the way to the balls.  Impressive.  Senior looked over at us and flashed us a great big smile.

Mary and I wasted no time in clearing off my desk.  Papers went flying, the monitor and keyboard we set on the floor.

“God I can’t wait to taste your pussy!” I growled, pushing her on her back onto the desktop.  We positioned her so that our friends across the street (as well as anyone else who happened to be looking our way) could see exactly what was between Mary’s legs and precisely what I was doing there.

I licked and sucked at the front of her panties, teasing her, reveling in the sexiness of it.  She moaned and wiggled fetchingly, squeezing me between her thick thighs, trying to make me touch her needy parts.

Fortunately for her, I couldn’t stand it very long either.  Mary raised her big wide ass off the desk, and in one motion I yanked off her tiny red thong.

She was totally bare down there.  I’d never seen a girl who was completely waxed, not in person.  I’d seen plenty of it in porn of course, but I’d never thought that it was the most attractive look.  I’d always found it vaguely creepy, kind of a heterosexual conceit.

Well it looked HOT on Mary, let me tell you!  I could see every detail, every fold of her sex.  Her labia, thick and purple, gaped open.  Her clit, hard and pink, seemed to throb as I watched.

I slurped up the length of her pussy, caressing her clit with the flat of my tongue.  She tasted nice.  Mary moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, tugging me into her.  I licked her up and down, losing myself in her sex.

She was soaking wet, and all over my face.  I had honestly never seen a girl so wet.  The come seemed to flow out of her like a river, clear and slick.  She was making a sticky puddle on the desk.  I slid two fingers up inside her and find her pussy grasping and ready.  I licked her clit aggressively, flicking it with my tongue as I finger fuck her.

“Oh Angela” she moaned “Oh Baby!  There’s a couple toys in my desk if you want to get them.  In the bottom drawer.”

I got up from between her legs, and looked behind me.  The boys across the street had switched places.  The younger one was lying on his back on the table, the older guy had a mouthful of his ample dick, and it looked like a couple fingers up his ass.  He looked up from his ministrations and waved.  I fluttered my fingers back at him.  Then I pulled my boring old black bikini panties down and tossed them aside.  Older guy said something to Younger, and they both gave me a thumbs-up.  I flushed with pleasure, and skipped across the room to Mary’s’ desk.

They were in the bottom drawer, in a red box.  A Pocket Rocket, and one of the largest dildo’s I have ever seen outside porn, blue and sparkly, molded to look like a realistic penis.  An oversized blue and sparkly penis anyway.

“Damn Mary!”

“What can I say?” she said as she lay on her back, completely nude except for her glasses and the string of pearls around her neck, diddling herself for all the world to see “I get bored sometimes.”

I ran back across the office to her, dildo and boobs flapping all over the place.  We kissed some more, and I sucked the sticky, thick girl come off her fingers.

“Please fuck me now” she said.

The gay boys were watching us now, stroking each others erections as they stared across the open air at our sex play.

Mary’s bald pussy was gaping open, hungry and wet.  She spread her legs wide for me.  I pressed the head of the blue silicone toy against her opening.  Her pussy gobbled it up hungrily.  She grabbed the Pocket Rocket out of my hand and jammed the buzzing little vibrator against her clit.  I fucked her until my arm started to ache, hard and deep.  Her whole body shook as I fucked her.

“…mmm My ass…”

“What?”

“My necklace.  Would you put it inside my ass?”

Well she didn’t have to ask me twice.  Leaving the dildo up her pussy, I unclasped her pearl necklace.

She lifted an ass cheek for me, exposing her tiny puckered asshole.  It looked small and vulnerable, compared to the wide expanse of her ass.  One by one, I worked the little pearls up inside her, until only the ends and the metal clasps were left.

“Oh My God Angela, so sexy…”  I went back to work fucking her with the dildo.  She was working her clit with a vengeance, buzzing like crazy “Oh Angela I’m coming, I’m fucking coming!”  Her whole body shuddered, and she arched her back like a bridge.  I worked the dildo in her pussy, and slowly drew out the strand of pearls as the orgasm rocked her body.

The boys across the street gave us a standing ovation.

Mary had her mouth on my own hairy pussy as I watched the older guy roll a condom over his cock.  The younger guy got on all fours on the table, facing me across the street.  He licked his lips lasciviously and winked.

“Mary” I said hesitantly “would you fuck me in the ass?”

“With this?” she asked, holding up the dildo, still coated in her juices.

“Oh yeah.”

“Will it fit?”

“I think so.”

“There’s some lube in that bottom drawer.”

“Perfect!”

I wanted that big toy so bad back there, I could almost taste it.  I wanted her to fuck me deep and viciously, to plunder my asshole.  I got down on my knees and wiggled my butt flirtatiously at her.

I was surprised to feel her tongue tracing up and down my crack, exploring the skin between my cheeks.  I moaned out loud as the tip of her tongue contacted my sensitive anus.  Her fingers massaged my pussy, her tongue probed up into my hole.

“Please Mary Please fuck me now.”

I watched across the street as Senior worked his latex clad penis into Junior.  The boy closed his eyes, arched his back, taking the cock like a champ.  His penis was hard and it was pointing straight at me.

Mary pressed the slicked-up toy against my opening, and I relaxed onto it, letting it penetrate me, stretching me so wide I thought for a second I wouldn’t be able to take it.  I sighed and pressed back into her, reveling in the sensation.  My clit felt like a water balloon, filled to the bursting point.  I knew that if either one of us so much as touched it, I would come like a dam bursting.

Senior was really fucking Junior now.  He had picked the lad up like a rag doll and was fucking his ass with aplomb. He pinched and pulled Junior’s nipples mercilessly as the boy bounced on his cock, masturbating as his buddy fucked him.

Mary slid the big toy in and out of my asshole.  I humped back against her, trying to get every last bit of it inside me.  It felt so good up there.  Mary slapped my ass, and slid a couple fingers up into my wet little cunt.

“Oh fuck Mary, I’m going to come!”  She responded by fucking my ass harder and working her fingers deeper into my pussy.  Her thumb found my swollen clit, and I went off like a firework, thrashing and cussing and grinding back on the dildo in my butt.  Across the way, I saw the older man grab the younger one’s neck and fuck him furiously, and I knew he was coming too.  The boy seemed to cry out loud, and I actually saw the white globs of semen spurt out the end of his big dick, splashing onto the window.

Mary collapsed on me as my orgasm subsided.  The dildo would have to come out of my ass pretty soon, but just for now it felt nice.  We were both covered in sweat and bodily juices.  She kissed the back of my neck and nibbled my ear.

“That was hot…” she whispered in my ear.

We heard a noise at the door and froze.  Of course the firemen would have a master key.  Before we could react, the office door swung open.  A group of firemen in full gear stood in the doorway.  The lead firefighter, fiftyish and sporting a handlebar mustache and a big beer belly coughed once.

“Is this a bad time?” he asked.

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The Good Twin

June 8, 2009 at 5:35 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , ,

It’s funny.  To the outside world I was the nice, sweet, good one.  But in my own head, I was a very bad girl.  I guess most girls have had crushes on their daddies. I’d never told anyone, not even my twin, Jessica.  And I don’t think that most girls have fantasies quite as perverted as mine.

Twins are supposed to be really close, right?  Well Jessica and I have never been incredibly close.  I mean, we like each other, we love each other, but we’re just two very different people, always have been.  Jess was always the wild child, the party girl, trouble with a capital T.  And I was the good twin, the shy, bookish one.  We looked pretty much alike; not identical but very similar: both of us were slim and not particularly busty, and we both had dark hair that we wore long; but our physical appearance was where the similarities ended.

It was our first weekend home from college (Jess had gone to Vassar, I was at NYU); and yes, I was snooping.  It’s a bad habit, but what can I say?  I found what I was looking for, pretty much right away.  I had snuck into my dad’s study while everyone else was out back, and what I found made me instantly wet.  Not the content- it wasn’t my flavor of porn at all; youngish looking models with too much makeup and really big boobs and lots of messy blowjobs; it was the fact that it was my dad’s naughty secret that really turned my crank.

I guess Mom and Dad must have had sex at some point; I mean they had Jess and me.  But I’d be willing to bet they haven’t done it again in the nineteen years since we came along.  I still remember and shudder at the ‘sex education’ talk that Mom tried to give us when Jess and I were about 13.  She made sex sound about as appealing as having an un-anaesthetized appendectomy.  I also remember something she had once said in an offhand way about oral sex (I think it was during Bill Clinton’s second term); she said she’d rather die than put that filthy thing in her mouth.  Mom has gotten more and more judgmental and severe as we got older, and more and more often her answer to everything is ‘read your bible’.  She’s constantly on a diet, and looks hard, pinched.  My dad, on the other hand, is a good looking, affable man in his early fifties who works out a few times a week and laughs a lot.  I guess I never quite gotten over the crush I’d had on him in high school.

Most evenings, before dinner, dad would go up to his study and ‘work on paperwork’.  And I wondered, yes I did!  That evening, after dad shut himself in the study, I snuck around to the window and peeked inside.  Sure enough, dad was scrolling through a series of pictures of a blonde chick with big, fake looking boobs, enthusiastically slurping on a big cock.  Best of all, as far as I was concerned, he had his trousers down, and his non-mousing hand was busy between his legs.  I couldn’t exactly see his cock, but it certainly didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.  I got incredibly turned on, and I felt my pussy get suddenly slippery, knowing that I was watching my father jack off.

My peeping, and my dad’s masturbating, were rudely interrupted by my mom calling us to dinner.  He scrambled to get his pants up, while I scrambled to not look like I was peeking in the study window.  We both made it to the dinner table looking, I must say, pretty casual.

That night, in my bedroom, in the room that used to be my bedroom before I gave it up for a college dorm, I was too horny to sleep.  I lay there in the dark, playing with my nipples and my pussy, torturing my sensitive little clit.  I looked over at the clock.  It was almost two in the morning.  Something had to give.  Finally I decided: it was now or never.

Naked, I got up and went out into the hall.  I winced as the floor creaked under my feet.  Ever so gently, I eased open the door to my parents room.  I let myself in, gingerly closing the door after myself.

The bed was illuminated by the nearly full moon swinging high in the night sky.  My mom was on the right side of the bed, snoring regularly.  My dad was on the side nearest me, lying on his back.  I held my breath.  Neither of them moved.  Not believing that I was really doing this, feeling like someone else had occupied my body, I tiptoed to the side of the bed and lifted up the sheet.  My dad was sleeping nude.

Well, if there ever was any doubt, this confirmed it:  I really was a pervert.  Not even daring to breath, I ran my fingertips oh so softly along the unbelievably soft skin of his flaccid penis.  To my amazement and delight, his cock responded instantly, swelling happily in response to my tentative touch.

Holy shit!  My dad now had a full-on erection, and a nice big, yummy looking one at that.  I really couldn’t believe I was doing this.  If either one of them woke up right now, I was so completely screwed!  But by this point I was way too horny to let that stop me.  I eased myself down onto my knees and planted a baby kiss on the purple head of his dick.  His cock jumped up to meet my mouth and I was hooked.  It was so hard and hot and sexy and tasty!  I stuck out my tongue and lazily dragged the tip of my tongue from his precious wrinkly ball sac to the pee hole at the end of his red hot cock.

I felt his hand in my hair, and I almost squealed out loud.  But I didn’t.  I managed to keep it together.  He was just gently playing with my hair.  I couldn’t tell if he was actually awake or not.  I took the opportunity to lay my head down on his firm, hairy tummy and to take the purple head of his cock between my lips.  He was so hot!

I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around him, and started stroking.  I had to do it very slowly and softly, or the bed would squeak in a most alarming way.  He kept toying with my hair.  I let one hand slip between my legs.  I couldn’t believe how dripping wet I was down there!  It was actually running down my thighs!

In the dark of the bedroom, the cock in my hand felt enormous.  I risked moving my hand on his cock a little faster, squeezing a bit more.  He moaned very softly, and I could feel his muscles tensing up.  I wanted him so bad, I wanted him to come, I wanted him to squirt into my mouth.

I took the finger that had been exploring the slippery confines of my pussy and brought it up to his mouth.  I wanted to show him how turned on I was by this.  He sucked my finger into his mouth, licking it clean.  “Oh Jessica,” he whispered under his breath.

‘Jessica??  I’m Andrea!’ I thought.  Oh well, that’s what you get for being the good twin.  Dads’ hand found my breast which he cupped and squeezed before concentrating on the nipple.  Honestly, I don’t know which one of us was more excited, him or me!

Just then my mom stopped snoring and rolled over.  We both froze.  I waited a long time, a minute, two minutes.  It was excruciating.  I had the head of Dad’s cock in my mouth, and I could tell that the slightest little thing would set him off.  Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, I heard Mom snore again.  Gripping his dick as tightly as I could, I pumped for all I was worth.  It only took about a second.  Every muscle in his body tightened up and his ass lifted up off the bed.  His cock spasmed and squirted about a pint of hot, sticky, bitter, salty semen into my mouth.  I swallowed and swallowed again.  Feeling dirty and hot and perverted and sexy, I let his wet, shrinking dick slide out from between my lips.

I kissed my dad on the forehead and pulled the sheet back over him.  Then I carefully tiptoed out of the room and closed the door after myself.

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The Substitute

June 4, 2009 at 6:13 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged ,

I have never been a pretty girl.  I am tall (six feet in my stockings) and skinny, with wide hips and a big nose that never really recovered its shape after a bicycle accident when I was eight.  To make matters worse, I’ve never been a girly girl:  I don’t wear make-up or make a big fuss about my hair.  Growing up I liked playing dungeons and dragons and basketball.  I was a nerd.  The guys all thought I was a freak.  Maybe they were right.

So I found myself in college, 19 years old, a virgin, and horny as hell.  College guys, as far as I could tell, were the same things as high school boys.  There seemed to be no chance of me having a sex life.  I immersed myself in my studies and masturbated frequently.

My roommates’ name was Hope, and we were opposites in every way.  Hope was short and blonde and curvy and cute and socially outgoing and a devout Christian.  She was from Georgia, and she was the epitome of a girly girl.  She was neat and tidy and got up an hour early just to do her hair and make-up.  Despite the fact that we were total opposites, we got along great.  By mid-semester we were the best of friends.

Hope went and got herself a boyfriend.  His name was Jeff, and he was an art major, an abstract painter, a rebel with a crew cut and a black leather jacket. Cute as hell, talented, and just a little crazy.  I didn’t know what they saw in each other, but they certainly seemed happy together.

I was slowly masturbating in bed one night when they walked into the dorm.  I was just teasing my clit under the blankets.  When I was really excited and couldn’t stand it anymore, I would slide my vibrator right up my vagina and really grind on my clit until I came like a dam bursting.  That was my favorite way to get off.  As far as I knew, Hope was out with Jeff, and wouldn’t be back until late.

I lay completely still, pretending to be asleep as they turned on the overhead light and came giggling into the room.  I was glad they had walked in now and not a few minutes later:  the last thing I wanted was to be walked in on with my legs spread wide and a big blue dildo shoved up my pussy.

They didn’t pay any attention to me.  They were laughing and talking loudly.  They seemed a little drunk.  They landed on Hopes bed, and started making out.  I realized that they must not be aware that I was in the room.

My clit was screaming at me.  Not wanting to be discovered, I let my hand slip between my thighs to pet the needy little button that was throbbing down there.  I watched as I rubbed.  I had never seen Hope drunk before, or seen her show anything other than completely proper affection for Jeff.  They were kissing passionately. Even from across the room I could see the sizeable lump in Jeff’s tight black jeans. I was starting to wonder just how much I might get to see.  I had never been jealous of Hope; but I did think Jeff was delicious.

Jeff was unbuttoning Hope’s blouse, and she was letting him.  I was surprised, and a little thrilled.  Jeff was trying to remove her bra, and having trouble with the clasp.  Hope sat up on the bed, reached behind her back, and unsnapped her bra.  I coveted Hope’s breasts; they were everything a girl’s breasts were supposed to be: large, round, firm and beautiful.  Hope was very modest.  We had been living together for two months and I had never seen her boobs uncovered.  Now I found myself admiring Hope’s chest almost as much as Jeff was.  He was sucking her nipples, alternating between them.  They stood out, all red and pointy.  Jeff had his shirt off too.  He had a smooth and pale chest, with a large black spider tattooed under his left nipple.  They were kissing each other all over.  Jeff slid his hand up inside Hope’s skirt.  She moved it away.  He continued stroking her thigh.  Her skirt had ridden up and I could see her white panties.  “Don’t be such a prude” I thought “Let him play with your pussy.”  I was really excited; my own pussy was literally dripping wet.

I didn’t hear what Jeff whispered in her ear, but I heard Hope’s reply.  “Sorry Honey” she said in her pretty southern drawl “One thing I don’t do is suck dick.”

I was sad to hear that, and so was Jeff.  “I’m sorry Hon” she said “I just can’t do it.” (She pronounced ‘I’ as ‘Ah’.)  “You can still get off though.  I’m sure I sure don’t mind.”

She carefully unzipped his jeans, which were by now threatening to burst, and took out his penis.  It looked yummy to me. She was crazy.  I would have been thrilled to take that thing in my mouth.  I had never actually had a good look at a guy’s penis.  I liked what I saw.  Jeff’s cock was a beautiful thing, large and long and fully erect.  I could almost see it throbbing.  Jeff took it in one hand, and started stroking.  I massaged my clit in time with him.  I had never seen a guy masturbate before, and I thought it was really erotic.  Hope was holding his other hand, encouraging him.  “Put it on my boobies Honey.” She drawled softly “When you come, squirt it all over them.”  It didn’t take Jeff long.  His hand was moving so fast it was a blur.  When he came, I was amazed at how much came out.  He shot jet after pearly white jet right onto Hope’s lovely breasts.  They kissed a little, then Hope got a Kleenex and cleaned off.

After that they got dressed pretty quickly.  Hope was worried that I would come home soon.  Jeff left after one last kiss, and Hope went to the bathroom to take a shower.  As soon as I heard the water running, I grabbed the vibrator from the drawer, and jammed it up my puss. I was coming ecstatically in seconds.  By the time Hope was done with her shower, I had had two great orgasms.  Hope turned out the light and fell into her bed.  After a few minutes laying there in the dark, I could hear a quiet rhythmic sound.  Hope was masturbating.  Listening to the little squishing squeaking sounds across the room I got excited again.  I managed to get myself off one more time that night, using only my fingers.

It was a few days before anything else happened.  Then one afternoon, out of the blue, Hope asked me if she could ask a personal question.  “Of course” I said “Ask anything.”

“Have you ever given a blowjob?”

My interest was piqued.  This was not the kind of question I had expected from Hope.  “Yes” I answered “I sure have.”

This was the truth: I had given exactly one blowjob in my life so far.  It had when I was 14 at camp with my friend Seth.  It had been dark and we were drunk, and it hadn’t happened again, but I had had a blast.

“I think it’s awful gross”

“Not me” I said “I think it’s really fun.”

Hope seemed shocked.  “Do you swallow?”

“Yes.”

“Eeeew.”  Hope made a face.

“I don’t mind.  I think it’s sexy.”

“So would you give Jeff a blowjob?”

“Well I guess I would.  I mean if he wasn’t your boyfriend.  If he wanted me to.”

“No.” Hope said, looking at me seriously.  “I’m asking you to.”

I was too shocked to say anything.

“You’re better at the whole… you know, sex thing than me.” Hope was blushing furiously.  “Jeff really wants me to and I can’t.  I just can’t.  So I thought that maybe you would.”

“Really?”

“Yes.  Really.”

“Well” I said “Ok.”

Hope was going out with Jeff that night.  She asked me if I would be home later on.  I said I would.

They came bursting into the dorm room about at about ten.  I was lying on my bed, in my pajamas, reading a book.  I really hadn’t known what to expect.

“Hiya Andrea” Hope beamed at me.

She gave Jeff a long, passionate kiss.  “I’ve got something special for you Hon.” She told him, and they tumbled into bed.  They started making out, as if I wasn’t there at all.  She pulled his shirt off.  He was feeling her breasts through her white blouse.

“Go ahead Honey” she said “Take my top off.”  He looked over at me.  “Go ahead.” Hope repeated.

He unbuttoned her shirt, and started fumbling with her bra.  “Let me” said Hope.  She unsnapped her bra, setting free her beautiful breasts.

“Are you ready for a blowjob?” she asked.

“Oh yeah.” Jeff said “If you don’t mind.  If you’re comfortable doing it.”

“Not me.  I told you I don’t suck dick.  But Andrea will.”

So it really was going to happen.  Hope had taken Jeff’s penis out.  It was big and hard and looked delicious.  A drop of clear liquid was leaking out of the tip.  I couldn’t wait to have that thing in my mouth.

I walked over as if in a trance, and crawled onto Hope’s bed with them.  I lowered my mouth onto Jeff’s penis.  It was hot and hard and silky soft.  It felt alive in my mouth.  Hope stroked my hair as I sucked.  I gently fondled his balls.  Jeff moaned and groaned, humping my mouth.  I found the situation painfully sexy.  I slipped my hand inside my pajama bottoms and let my fingers find my clit.  As I rubbed myself, Jeff got more and more excited.  Suddenly he cried out loud and squirted jet after jet of sticky hot semen into my hungry mouth.  I didn’t have time to swallow it all right away.  It was salty and bitter; but not really bad at all.  I literally couldn’t stop.  As Jeff’s wilting cock slipped out of my mouth, I rubbed my clit fast and hard inside my pants.  As Hope and Jeff kissed and snuggled, my orgasm shook through my body.

The next day, I asked Hope if she was ok with what had happened.

“I’m fine” drawled Hope “I thought that was really sexy.  Are you fine with it?”

I was fine with it.  Jeff sure didn’t seem to mind.

That night, when I got back from the library, Jeff and Hope were in the room.  They were snuggling on her bed, watching a movie on our tv.  I put my books down and joined them.  I don’t even know what the movie was. As soon as I had sat down, Hope said to Jeff “Honey would you like your dick sucked?”  The words sounded funny coming out of Hope’s sweet little mouth.  I was glad to hear Jeff’s response “Hell yes I do!”  Apparently I had done a good job the night before.

Hope was tugging Jeff’s pants off.  She pulled his underwear down, and his dick flopped free.  It wasn’t all the way hard yet, but it was getting there.  Hope grinned at me.  “Suck his dick real good for me Andrea.”

I went to it, really taking my time and enjoying it this time.  From the noises he was making, Jeff was enjoying it too.  I licked and nibbled and kissed all over his penis.  I gently took his balls in my mouth.  He groaned in pleasure.  I was having a great time.  I looked up and saw that Hope had stripped off her top and bra, setting her lovely breasts free.  Jeff was suckling at her nipples while I sucked him.  The action was really turning me on.  I was wearing fairly tight jeans, and I was trying to rub my pussy with my free hand through the material.  It wasn’t really working.

“Baby” Hope said to me “You can masturbate if you want to.  We don’t mind.  Really.  I mean you are doing my boyfriend for me.”

I released Jeff’s dick long enough to unbutton my jeans and pull my panties down around my thighs.  I’d never really been comfortable being naked around others, and I certainly hadn’t masturbated in front of anyone, but that didn’t slow me down.  I got my fingers all slippery and found my clit and went back to work.

I was stroking Jeff’s cock with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other while he humped my mouth and played with Hope’s breasts.  “Andrea” he half moaned “would you please touch my asshole?”

Well I’d be delighted to!  I let my hand slip below his ball sac, and up behind into the uncharted sexy territory of his ass.  I quickly found the tight ring of muscle, and softly massaged his anus with my finger.  I didn’t want to push it too far; I didn’t want to hurt him.  His pleasure as I played with his little butthole was obvious though.  Even without him asking, I knew what he wanted.  I took my finger from between his cheeks just long enough to slide it up my own eager hole, getting it nice and slippery, then I slid it right up his ass.  I felt his muscles gripping my finger tight.  His cock was swollen, and he was gently but insistently humping my face.  Hope was looking on in something like awe.

“Andrea Baby” she drawled softly “Could you make him come on my boobies for me?”

I was happy to oblige.  As I gently fucked Jeff’s ass with my long middle finger, I took my mouth off his cock and started jerking him hard and fast. I was pointing it at Hope’s big jiggling tits.  With a guttural shout, Jeff came, shooting his pearly come right onto her heaving breasts.  His ass squeezed my finger so tight I thought it would cut off the circulation.  I stayed with him, milking him as he got soft, collecting his milky white come into a puddle on Hope’s chest.

I saw Hope going for a Kleenex, but I beat her to it.  I lowered my mouth right to her breast, and licked the salty come right off her beautiful tits.  I licked up every last drop.  When I was done, I saw that Hope and Jeff were locked in a deep, open mouth kiss.  I had unfinished business between my own legs that needed taking care of.  I bounded out of Hope’s bed, and waddled across the room as best I could with my jeans and panties around my ankles.  I opened the drawer and pulled out my big blue vibrator.  Modesty be damned, I had that thing up my pussy in a flash, and was rubbing my clit like crazy.  It didn’t take me long at all; my abdominal muscles spasmed, my pussy yawned and gasped, and I fucked myself to a huge orgasm that just kept going on and on like rolling thunder on an August night.  When I finally settled down, I realized that Jeff and Hope were watching me, enthralled.

“That was so beautiful” Hope said breathlessly.  “I do wish that I could do that.”

Later, after we had all cleaned up and Jeff had gone home for the night, I asked Hope what she had meant.

“I wish I could be more like you.” She said.  “You are so unselfconscious and bad.  I wish I could be like that just a little.  I’m just a goody-two shoes I guess.  I really like that boy, and I’d love to do those things for him, but I just can’t.”  I had never imagined that Hope might admire me.  I had always thought that she somehow disapproved of me.  “You’re my best friend.” Hope said.  “I want to thank you so much.”

That night I heard Hope masturbating again.  I could hear the little sounds she made as she rubbed, and the way her breath changed as she got excited, coming in little gasps.  I wondered what she was picturing in her head while she rubbed.  Me sucking her boyfriends’ dick?  Her doing it instead of me?  Me licking his come off her breasts?  I found myself getting out of bed and walking across the room.  I had pulled my vibrator out of its drawer.  I was just wearing the t-shirt and panties that I slept in.  I climbed into Hope’s bed and lay down next to her.  I lifted the sheet off her, revealing Hope with her nightgown hiked up around her waist, and her white panties down below her knees.  Her pussy was covered in soft light brown fur, and her fingers were busy between her labia.  I let my own fingers do the walking, finding my pussy wet and slick.  I turned on the vibrator and directed the tip onto Hope’s clitoris.  She groaned, and I pressed down firmly.  I got two fingers up inside my own pussy, and bore down hard against my clit.  Hope was running her fingers up and down her slit as I kept the buzzing toy on her button.  We came at almost the same time, holding hands and gasping at the sexiness of it.  Hope kissed me once on the lips, not like a lover, but like a best friend.  I took my toy and slipped back into my own bed.

That’s how it went all fall:  I sucked Jeff off almost every day, sometimes more than once in a day.  We all went to a movie, and I blew him in the theatre while Hope held my hand.  I almost always drank Jeff’s come, or licked it off Hope’s breasts.  I got really good at giving blowjobs.  Once I slipped my vibrator up Jeff’s willing ass.  Later, as we masturbated together, Hope whispered to me that that was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.  I never touched Jeff when Hope wasn’t there.  That would have been cheating.

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Angela’s Boyfriend

May 30, 2009 at 12:49 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , ,

Angela’s boyfriend was asleep on the couch.  I don’t know why that should have pissed me off so much, but it did.  It was a rainy Saturday in October, and Angela and her boyfriend were home from college.  I wanted to play playstation, but Mike, the boyfriend was taking a nap on the couch in front of the tv.  My couch.  My tv.  The more I thought about it, the more it irked me.  Angela and Mom had gone out shopping, leaving me alone with Mike.  Now I couldn’t play my video games on my tv?  The injustice of it!

I was still in high school, and hating it.  My sister Angela was in her second year of college.  Angela was the good daughter, I was the bad.  Angela got good grades.  I didn’t.  Angela was pretty.  I wasn’t.  At least I didn’t think so.  I was a tomboy.  I was taller than any of the boys in my class.  I had broken my nose when I was eight, and it was still crooked.  My breasts had never really developed, while Angela’s had blossomed.  Angela had a nice boyfriend.  I didn’t.  Angela was saving herself for marriage.  I had no intention of doing any such thing.

And there he was, snoozing away on the couch.  My couch.  Well he was a looker all right, I had to hand Angela that.  Not incredibly bright, but cute.  Why he stayed with her I couldn’t imagine.  Angela didn’t even give blowjobs.  I had gone to her for sisterly advice, only to find that I was more experienced than my older sister!  She always seized the moral high ground.  God forbid she ever have any fun.

I don’t know where the idea came from, but once it got in my head, it just wouldn’t go away.  Why not?  He was certainly good looking; Mike was an athlete, running on the track team at the college.  He would probably enjoy getting some action for once.  Who was he going to tell anyway?  It would sound ridiculous.  “Oh Angela you’re kid sister tied me up and forced me to have sex with her.”  Yeah right.  I looked at the clock.  It was barely noon.  Mom and Angela could be counted on to be out at the mall until at least four.

My mind was pretty much made up.  I went up to my room, and came down with two pairs of handcuffs.  When I got back, Mike had shifted positions, lying flat on his back.  I was afraid he might have woken up, but he was still snoring gently.

Why did I have two pairs of handcuffs in my room?  Because I was an aspiring deviant.  I hadn’t had a boyfriend, but when I did I definitely wanted him to be kinky.  I didn’t know yet which I preferred; being the handcuffee or the handcuffer; but I intended to find out.

I held my breath as I slipped the first cuff around his wrist.  Would the cold steel wake him?  It did not.  I closed the cuff around his other wrist.  There.  I took the second pair of cuffs and secured one to his right ankle.  I then locked the other side to the leg of the couch.  Done.

I couldn’t believe I was actually going through with it.  I set the keys on the fireplace mantle, all the way across the room.  I was already turned on.  How long would he stay in that position?  How long until he tried to move and woke up, realizing his predicament?

I knelt on the floor, watching Mike sleep.  He looked beautiful, innocent, even cherubic like that.  Holding my breath, I unzipped his pants and parted the fly, revealing his boxers.  I fished out his penis, and held it between my fingers.  I couldn’t believe he was sleeping through this.  I stroked, and his dick responded, growing in my hands until it was a full-fledged erection, six or seven inches long, hot and silky smooth with a plump purple head.  It looked delicious.  Angela’s boyfriend had a very nice big dick, and she didn’t even appreciate it.

Mike awoke with a start, and promptly fell off the couch.  He landed on his face on the carpet.  “What the fuck?” He struggled for a few minutes before he was able to roll over onto his back.  I was pleased to see that his erection hadn’t shrunk much.  “Andrea” he said seeing me for the first time “What the fuck is going on?  Is this some kind of joke?  Let me go right now!”

“I don’t think so.” I said.  “At least not until I’m done with you.”

“What does that mean?” He was still struggling to get free.

“Oh you’ll see. Now lay still and be a good boy won’t you?”

I pulled his jeans and underwear down, lowered my mouth onto his member, and started coaxing it back to its full glory with my tongue. Until that day, I had given exactly two blowjobs.  I might not have a lot of experience, but I had enough to know that I liked it.  Mike must not have minded it either, because he stopped struggling and let me work.

After I had sucked him for a while, I stopped, letting his cock flop wetly out of my mouth onto his stomach.

“Please” Mike said “Don’t stop.”

“Oh I have no intention of stopping” I laughed “Not for quite a while anyway.  I just want to get more comfortable.”  I started stripping out of my clothes.  I wondered what he thought lying there on the floor watching his girlfriend’s baby sister strip naked.  Did he think I was ugly?  Sexy?  Did he want to fuck me?

“Why don’t you let me go?” He asked “This isn’t very comfortable.  I won’t tell, I promise.”

“Oh no.” I said “Not until I’ve had my way with you.”

I knelt over his chest, lightly petting my furry pussy.  “Tell me Mike” I said as I masturbated inches from his face “Do you eat Angela’s pussy for her?”

“No” he stammered “I never have.”

“Have you ever licked a pussy at all?”

“No” he admitted.

“Well” I said “Then I guess this will be a first for both of us.”  I moved forward onto my knees, bringing my dripping slit to his mouth.

I get really wet when I am excited.  It can be embarrassing.  I have soaked all the way through a pair of jeans before.  When I masturbate I sometimes leave a puddle on the bed.  Now I was really excited, and my juices were flowing like a river.  I had already covered Mike’s face in my come, and he hadn’t even started eating me out.  I like the way I taste.  I wondered if he would.

He started slowly, licking tentatively up and down my puss. It felt nice, but I was eager for more stimulation.  I grabbed a fistful of his hair to encourage him.  That made him pick up the pace.  I guided him to my clit, which was throbbing like a three-alarm fire.  It actually seemed like he was enjoying himself. By now he was licking with gusto, pressing his tongue against my sensitive button.  My first orgasm washed over me, and I bore down on his mouth, not caring for the moment whether he could breath or not.

When I recovered from my come, I got up and let Mike catch his breath.  His erection, rather than having wilted while he serviced me, had actually grown more intense.  I squatted over him in the sixty nine position.

“Oh you poor thing” I addressed his penis.  “I’ll make you a deal.  You lick my ass, and I’ll lick you.”

I felt Mike’s tongue on my pussy again. I gave his balls a warning squeeze. “No not there.  I want to feel your tongue in my butt.”

Mike had to crane his neck to get his face between my ass cheeks.  When I felt his hot breath back there, I stuck out my tongue and traced the length of his twitching cock, from the balls all the way to the head, which was oozing sweet sticky clear liquid.

Mike found my asshole with his tongue, and I was in heaven.  I let him rim me while I amused myself with his penis, licking and slurping it like a big lollypop.  I didn’t want him to come just yet, but I wasn’t sure how much he could take.  I wasn’t sure just how much I could take for that matter.

I climbed off him, letting his dick twitch in frustration.  “You lick ass like a pro” I said, grinning.  “Angela is really missing out on that tongue of yours.  Mmm it felt like you got your whole tongue up my butt.  Think about that next time you kiss her.  Think about where your tongue has been.”  I let him think about that for a moment.

“Are you ready to get laid now?”

He just nodded.

“Are you a virgin?”

He nodded again.  “Me too” I said.  “But not for long.”

“I was saving my first time for Angela.” He said.

“Too bad” I said, straddling his hips and grabbing his cock.  I positioned his cock at my entrance and sat down.  It felt great inside me.  I may have been a virgin, but I had lost my hymen to my vibrator years ago.  Now I started fucking my sisters’ boyfriend in earnest, bouncing up and down on him.  His dick responded, and he humped back.  I loved having his cock up inside my puss.

“Oh Angela” Mike moaned.  I slapped him in the face.

“My name is Andrea, bitch.”

I rubbed my clit as I fucked him.  Mike’s eyes were glued to the sight of his dick, covered in my juices, sliding in and out of my wide open pussy.  I could feel myself coming again.  I pinched my nipple with my free hand and ground down on him as a wave of pleasure rocked me.

“Don’t you dare come” I told Mike as we fucked “You don’t want me to get pregnant do you?  How would you explain that to my sister?”

I lifted myself up off of him.  There was something else I wanted.  I let my ass hover above his dick, just out of reach.

“Please let me come” Mike whimpered “Please.”

“Will you tell Angela what happened this afternoon?”

“No. I promise.  It’ll be our secret.  Honest.”

I lowered myself a little, catching his cock, all slimy from my juices between my butt cheeks.  He raised his hips, trying to get it in me, but I teased him, pulling away as he thrusted.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Scouts honor?”

“Yes scouts honor.  Please Andrea, please just let me come.”

I eased myself down onto him.  It didn’t hurt at all.  I was almost disappointed.  I had had my vibrator back there, but somehow I had thought a dick might be different.  It felt good.  Really good. I felt full up, stretched to the limit.  It was intensely erotic.  I buried his cock in my asshole, squirming down to get every centimeter up my butt.  “Come for me Mike. Come now, come in my asshole.”  I was bouncing up and down, fucking my ass with his dick, even as he bucked and squirmed, fucking my asshole as hard as he could in his restrained position.

My pussy was wide open and leaking all over his stomach and pubic patch.  He closed his eyes and arched his back, and deep in my ass I felt his dick twitch and fill my rectum with hot semen.  I frigged my clit with abandon, delighting in the exquisite sensation.  It seemed to go on for ever.  At last I disentangled myself from him.  His shrunken penis slipped out of my ass with a pop.  Ignoring him for the moment, I went upstairs and took a hot shower.  When I was done, I came back and let him out of the handcuffs.  He was covered in my juices, and had red marks where the cuffs had chafed his skin.  I didn’t know how he was going to explain those to Angela.

“Scouts honor, right?”

“I promised.” He surprised me by kissing me on the cheek.  Then he went upstairs and took a shower of his own, while I set up the playstation.  Five minutes later, Mom and Angela were home from the mall.

“How was your day Honey?”

“Oh fine.” I said.  “Kind of boring.”  Under my panties, I could feel some of Mike’s come leaking out of my ass.  I smiled a little smile.  Angela really didn’t know what she was missing.

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Summer Holiday

May 30, 2009 at 12:15 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , ,

Every summer holiday, I would be sent off to visit my Aunty Ellen in Bournemouth.  This had been our family’s tradition ever since I was a girl, and I think it was as much for my mother’s sanity as for my sake.  This summer was different: I was going into my last year of private school.  What the future held, I had no idea.

Aunty Ellen wasn’t actually my Aunt, of course.  She was my mothers’ best friend.  They had served in the A.T.S. together during the war, and had stayed in close contact ever since.

Summer holiday was absolutely my favorite.  It got me away from dirty, close, hot London, and out from under my mother’s strict and watchful eye.  Not that I ever got into much trouble around home.  I was a good girl to the outside world; to all appearances butter wouldn’t have melted in my mouth.

Ellen was a handsome woman in her middle or late thirties.  She was a professional woman, a solicitor, in an age when the only careers deemed acceptable for females were teacher and nurse.  I had always wondered why she had never married.  I thought she was quite pretty.  She was tall, like me, with thick brown hair and piercing sea-blue eyes.  And a generous bosom.  I aspired to have a bust just like Aunty Ellen’s someday.

I was a shy girl.  I found most of my joy in books.  I always have had a hard time making friends, so I generally amused myself.  I would go for long walks, or go down to the pier and lose myself in Dickens or Bronte, and not get in till dark.  Ellen never questioned me about my doings; she seemed to understand that I was a private girl, and trusted me to take care of myself.

I had, by the age of 15, made the remarkable discovery that certain reading material made wonderful companionship for masturbation.  I had discovered wanking about age 12, and it had become my favorite activity (a close second to reading.  The two combined were pleasure beyond measure!)  Now at 17, I usually wanked 24 days out of 28; sometimes several times in a single day.  I knew of course that all boys were wankers; but I had never really suspected that other girls did it too.  I always thought that I was just strange.  But there was something else that I had discovered all by myself.

There were certain shops in Bournemouth that sold, along with cigarettes and newspapers, certain books and magazines.  Every now and then, when I was feeling particularly brave and randy, I would go into one of these shops, trying to look confident and mature, and make a purchase.  I would rush it home in a brown paper bag; hide it under my bed for masturbatory pleasures to come late at night when I could be assured of privacy.  I would look at the dirty pictures, and read the racy stories, and rub myself until I was too tender to touch.  I think I learned more from those forbidden magazines then I ever learned at school.

Now, it is a fact about me (and it can be awfully embarrassing), that when I get physically excited, I quickly become ungodly wet between my legs.  I have been known to soak all the way through a pair of trousers.  That summer was the first summer that I had started to consciously think sexually about girls (I have had sexual thoughts about boys basically as far back as I can remember); and just sitting under a tree, watching pretty girls strolling along the beach was enough to get my juices flowing.  I soiled many a pair of knickers that way.

So I always tried to be careful about my pussy juices when I wanked off in bed.  Usually, I was fairly successful.  But early one hot morning in August, I woke up feeling exceptionally randy, and indulged myself in the trashy paperback I had purchased the day before.  The plot, such as it was, revolved around the misadventures of an innocent young girl kidnapped by an outlaw biker gang.  It was pretty trite stuff (I think I realized that even at the time), but the sex scenes went straight to my clitoris.  I kept picturing it being me forced to have perverted sex with these tough dirty men, and I kept getting more and more turned on.  My favored technique at the time was to tease and pet myself, avoiding my most sensitive parts as I got more and more excited; and then when I really couldn’t stand it any more, tearing loose and rubbing my clitty like crazy.  Sometimes I would shove my fingers, or the handle of my hairbrush, up my pussy; once in a while, if I was feeling particularly brave, I would stick the handle of a toothbrush up my ass while I wanked; it felt deliciously nasty (I have been fascinated with that particular part of the anatomy ever since I became sexually aware; to this day I still am).  On this particular morning, I got on a roll: four or five body rattling orgasms right in a row.  I ended up on my stomach on top of the sheet, one hand reaching around my backside with two fingers buried deep inside my pussy; the other hand busy with my little button, thrashing around in a veritable lake of my own juices.

Well, there was nothing for it but to try and hide the mess until tomorrow, which was laundry day. I made the bed as neatly as I could, so that Aunty Ellen wouldn’t notice.  Then I took a shower and went out, fresh and sated, to enjoy the gorgeous summer day.

That evening when I got home, I found my bed freshly made with new sheets, and a new box of tissues next to the bed.  At supper, I thought Aunty Ellen might have looked at me funny, but I wasn’t sure.
I tended to lose track of the days when I was on holiday.  I knew that my days in Bournemouth were coming to an end, and soon I would be back at school.  I was determined to enjoy every last minute that I had left.

Ellen (She had asked me to call her by her first name now that I was “of age”; but it still sounded strange to my ears) normally left for her office around 7:30, leaving me to my own devices until supper time.  I would sleep late; have a wank (or two) if I felt like it; eat the breakfast that she had left for me; and spend a lovely day in the shade of a tree, or down by the beach, reading a book and watching the cute girls and boys walk by.  I loved the summer holidays.

On this particular morning, I woke up from a sexy dream and found myself already wet and slippery, my clit hard and ready for attention.  Stretching like a cat, I rolled out from under the sheets, and spread my legs wide apart.  I grabbed my trusty hairbrush off the bedside table.  I intended to enjoy this.

I had been having a confusing dream:  I was being fucked, deep and hard, by a big fat cock (I love that word, cock); but at the same time it was my Aunty Ellen.  I pictured her lying down on top of me, kissing me, squeezing and sucking on my tender tits, fucking me.

I was close.  It felt so good.  I pictured Aunty Ellen naked, taking me, using my body, fucking me with a big hard cock, her large breasts shaking with every powerful thrust.  I pictured her pussy, hot and wet and slippery.  I wondered what it looked like, tasted like.  I had read quite a bit by this time, including stories about girls licking each other down there.  I thought about doing that to her, and I got even more turned on.

I guess I must have heard her knock, but I was too far gone to stop or even to say anything.  It was Saturday morning, and Ellen didn’t have to go to work.  She had poked her head in to see if I was ready to come down for breakfast.

What she saw when she opened the door was me: completely naked on top of the sheets, my legs spread wide apart, the arched toes of my right foot pointed straight at the ceiling, shaking and sweating through a powerful orgasm.  I had the handle of my hairbrush jammed up my pussy; my toothbrush was buried deep in my sensitive anus; and my fingers were a blur on my clit.

She waited for me to calm down.  As my orgasm subsided, I became aware that I was being watched.  I thought I would die from embarrassment.  I didn’t even make an attempt to cover my lewd nakedness; what was the point?  I waited for her to yell at me, to scold me, to express her horror at what she had just seen.

“Victoria dear, when you are cleaned up and dressed, breakfast is on.”  And with that, Aunty Ellen closed the door and went downstairs.

I didn’t know what else to do.  I showered and got dressed, and headed sheepishly down to the sitting room, my heart heavy and full of guilt.

“I thought we might go for a sail today” Ellen was saying over her tea “We can rent a little sail boat and explore the port.  It’s a beautiful day for it, don’t you think?”

“Yes” I said, not daring to look up at her.

“Victoria, are you alright?”

“Yes”

“Do you want to talk about it Dear?”

I said nothing.

“Vicky, you were masturbating.  That’s nothing to be ashamed of.  Everybody does it.  I certainly do, all the time.”

Well, that wasn’t what I had expected.

“Victoria, what you do in your bedroom while you are in this house is entirely your own business.  I thought you knew that.  Please, wank off all you want, be my guest.  Maybe I could even teach you a few things about it, though I must say you seem to have things pretty well in hand.”

“Really Ellen?  You mean it?”

“Of course I do Vicky.  Now buck up and finish your toast.  We have a big day ahead of us.”

We spent the whole day playing around the busy coastal waters in a small sail boat.  It was dead fun, and there was no more talk of masturbation or sex; we were too busy keeping our little craft from capsizing or getting run down.  I laughed so much my stomach hurt, and got a little sunburned.  By the end of the day, we were both hot and dry and hungry.  We returned the little boat, and got ices and fish and chips, and sat by the water and ate our supper.

“Ellen” I ventured “Why didn’t you ever get married?”

She laughed, and I relaxed a little. “Oh Victoria, I don’t know that you’d understand.”

“But you’re such a pretty woman” I said “You’re beautiful.”

“Well, I’m glad you think so, Dear.  That is a real compliment coming from you.  But I’ve never had any desire to get married.”

“Really?  Why not?”

“Well Vicky, some women don’t feel the need to have men in their lives.” She laughed “At least, not on any terms but our own.  Some women prefer the company of other women.”

I had heard of this before.  I had even heard a whispered word associated with them: lesbian.  I wondered if that was what my Aunty Ellen was.  I wondered if I was too.

“Ellen” I whispered “Are you a lesbian?”

She laughed again, a friendly, open laugh.  “Oh, I don’t know if I’d go that far” she said “Lets just say I’m a free spirit.”

As we walked back to her house, it started to sink in that the summer holiday was almost over.  Tomorrow, Sunday was my last day in Bournemouth.  The very next night I would be taking the train home to London, back to Mum and school and my humdrum life.  My heart felt heavy in my chest.

By the time we got back to the house it was dark, and the stars were out.  You never got to see stars like this in London.  It was a warm night, and Ellen asked me if I would like to join her in a glass of wine before bed.

She poured me half a glass and we sat together on the front steps watching the night deepen around us.

“Ellen” I ventured hesitantly “Do you really… you know, wank?”

She stirred as if shaken from some private reverie and took a drink of wine.  “Well, of course I do Victoria” she said lightly “Everybody does it, you know.  I’m sure even the prime minister wanks off once in a while.  Your mum does” she smiled “I know that for a fact.”

It was hard to imagine my strict and no-nonsense mother frigging herself off.

“The thing to remember, Victoria, is that it’s really nothing to be ashamed of, or embarrassed about.  The better you are at pleasuring yourself the better off you’ll be when you find yourself in bed with someone else.”

“You said before that you might teach me something about… wanking.  About masturbation?”

“Oh Vicky” she sighed “I probably shouldn’t have said that.  Anyway, I don’t know if there is very much that I could teach you.  From what I saw, you know your way about your body pretty well.”

“Well” I said, emboldened by the wine “Then maybe you could teach me about some other things.”

She gave me a sharp look.  “I don’t know… if that would be a very good idea.”

We drank the rest of our wine in silence, and with a kiss, retired to bed.

I lay awake in my bed for a long time by the light of the bedside lamp.  I was in a very confused state.  I was randy, desperately turned on, but every time I started to wank, the image of my Aunty Ellen came into my head.  I couldn’t keep her away.  I kept picturing her, imagining what she would look like naked, imagining her touching me, doing things to me.  I felt horrible and guilty for thinking these thoughts, and forced myself not to masturbate to them; but I only got hotter and wetter and more frustrated.

There was a tap on my door.  I looked over at the alarm clock on the bedside table, and it read a little after midnight.

“Come in”

“I saw your light on” Ellen poked her head through the door “I guess you couldn’t sleep either.”

She came into the room and sat down on the edge of my bed.  “Victoria, my Dearest Heart, are you attracted to me?  Physcially, I mean?”

“Yes Ellen” I barely dared whisper it “I really am.”

She took my hand and gave it a squeeze “You really are so very sweet.  Let me assure you that the feeling is mutual, very much so.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes Victoria, oh yes.  I have been thinking that perhaps, if you still wanted me too, I could teach you a thing or two about being with a woman.”

“Oh Aunty Ellen!”

“Now understand Dearest, that a lot of people would think that is would be very wrong for us to do things together… physically”

By ‘A lot of people’ I understood that Ellen meant ‘Everybody in the world’.

“Especially your mother” she went on “She’d kill me if she ever thought I…

“I understand” I broke in.  I pictured my mother walking in on Aunty Ellen and I right in the throes of lovemaking.  It wouldn’t be a pretty picture. Hopefully the shock would kill her before she killed Ellen and me “I won’t tell anyone.  It’ll be our secret, just you and me.”

At the point Aunty Ellen bent down and kissed me on the lips.  She had, of course, kissed me a thousand times before that, but this time it was different.  Entirely different.  Before, when she had kissed me goodnight, or welcomed me off the train, or wished me a happy Christmas, it had been nothing more than a quick peck.  Now, when she pressed her lips against mine, I felt electricity course through my entire body, stiffening my nipples and curling my toes.

It wasn’t as if I had never been kissed before; there had been Tommy MacLean at the Guy Fawkes party last year, and another boy called Roger who was a friend of my friend Anne at school who I had ended up snogging on at her house last April.  Both these incidents had been scary and exciting, and had left me soaking wet and filled with an urgent need to masturbate.

This kiss was different; it was of an entirely different order of magnitude.  Ellen’s lips were soft and confident against mine.  I felt myself falling, falling into her.  She ran her fingers through my hair, and her tongue slipped into my mouth.  My own tongue met hers, and they danced and wrestled, exploring each other.  Every time our tongues touched, it sent a shiver through my entire body.  Every time she started to pull away, I pressed back against her.  I wanted that kiss to go on for ever.  My pussy was leaking; I could feel the sticky wetness collecting between my thighs, running down onto the sheets.  My nipples felt like they would burst out of my nightie.

At last she pulled away.  We both had to just breathe for a few moments.  Ellen took my hand in hers, and clasped my fingers, hard.

“Oh Victoria My Dearest Heart” she said heavily “I’ve wanted to do that ever since you became a woman.”

“Oh Ellen” I whispered “I want you.  I want you so badly.”

“I want you too Dearest” she kissed me again, on the forehead “Is this alright?”

“Oh yes Aunty Ellen, I want it more than anything.”

Her hand cupped my small breast through my nightie, and we kissed again.  It seemed to last for a long time, though I don’t think it went on as long as our first kiss.  Ellen broke off the kiss and stood up.  It felt almost surreal; I couldn’t quite believe this was actually happening to me.  As I watched, Ellen loosened the belt of her night gown, and let it fall to the floor.  She was left standing in front of me wearing nothing but her knickers.

She was beautiful, just as I had imagined her.  Her skin was soft and pale, flawless.  She had lovely curves.  Her tummy was soft and slightly rounded, her belly button was deep.  Her breasts were just gorgeous, large and proud and symmetrical.  Her nipples were big and pink, in the center of large brown aureole.   They were erect, pointing out, and I was beside myself with desire to have one of them in my mouth.

Ellen climbed back onto the bed, straddling me.  We kissed again, fiercely, more urgent now.  I felt my hands moving as if by themselves to Aunty Ellen’s breasts.  When I cupped her bosom, she moaned softly into my mouth.  I felt her nipples, hard against my palms, and I gently squeezed them in my fingers.

She broke off our kiss.  I could feel her trembling.  She took one of her breasts in hand and fed it to my eager mouth.  I was in heaven!  I suckled at her tit, flicking the nipple with my tongue, sucking hard as if I expected her to squirt milk into my mouth.

“Oh Vicky!” she finally pulled away “You have no idea what you do to me!”

Well, I had some idea.  That little button between my legs was throbbing incessantly, and my ass was coated in sticky wetness.

With a little help form me, Ellen pulled my nightie up over my head.  I hoped desperately that she wouldn’t be disappointed in what was revealed beneath.  I kicked the sheets away, baring all just for her.

I heard a sharp intake of breath “You are so beautiful Vicky.  You are such a beautiful little woman.”  She was struggling out of her knickers.  “You have such a lovely body.  I feel honored.”

Ellen’s pussy was covered in a lush triangle of dark brown hair.  I could make out her pussy lips, thick and puffy between her legs.

“What would you like, My Dear?”

“Could I please” I asked tentatively “Please lick you?  Lick your pussy?”

“Oh my goodness yes” Ellen tumbled onto bed next to me, spreading her legs.  I could see wetness glistening down there. “Please do Vicky, please do it.”

As fast as I could, I maneuvered myself between her thighs.  I could smell her sex, and it was intoxicating.  I had my first close up look at a vagina, and I thought hers was beautiful.  Her labia were fat and thick and purple, pouting open like a rose.  Her clit, bigger than mine, peeked out from beneath its little hood, pink and swollen.  Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue, touching her, tracing her pussy from where it met her ass all the way up to her clit.  When I touched that button, Aunty Ellen jumped and squirmed.  I hesitated, afraid that I had done something wrong.

“Don’t stop girl.  For God’s sake, don’t stop!”

I had been afraid that I wouldn’t like her taste.  I don’t know why; I certainly didn’t mind the way my pussy tasted.  I was pleased to discover that she tasted, if not actually delicious, powerfully sexy.  I lapped hungrily at her clit like a kitten at a dish of milk.

“Oh my God Vicky, you’re going to make me come”

Well, that was exactly what I wanted to make her do.  I redoubled my efforts.  “Please girl, put a finger inside of me.”

I pressed my index finger against her slick opening.  I slid right in, much easier than I had expected.  She was very hot inside, grasping and wet.  I felt her pussy throbbing.  I slid my finger in and out experimentally, just the way I liked to do it to myself, as I kept my tongue on her clitoris.

“Oh Vicky, Oh God, Its happening!”  Aunty Ellen shook and writhed, moaning incoherently.  I was surprised, a little alarmed, at the violence of her orgasm.  I was a little bit afraid that I was doing something wrong, hurting her.  But every time I slowed down or showed signs of stopping, Ellen pressed me back into her crotch.

Finally it was over.  Aunty Ellen lay on her back on my bed, covered in a sheen of sweat, breasts flushed red, gasping for air.  My face was covered in her juices; my finger was thoroughly coated in her milky come.

“Oh Dearest” she said at last, after we had kissed and cuddled for a little in silence “that was lovely.  Thank you ever so much!  And what can I do for you in return?”

“I had a dream Aunty Ellen” I said “that you were doing it to me, fucking me, only you had a penis… a cock.”

Her eyes seemed to light up.  “Just you wait here one moment.  Don’t you go anywhere!”

She jumped up from the bed and ran naked out of the room.  I lay there as if paralyzed.  I was randier that I ever had been in my life.  My pussy and clit felt swollen all out of proportion.  I was incredibly sensitive.  It felt like if I so much as touched myself down there, I would have an orgasm.

Ellen came back into the room seconds later, holding in her hand a little red silk bag.  “I want to show you something” she said.

She sat down on the bed next to me, and opened the bag.  She took what was inside out and handed it to me.  It was startlingly heavy in my hands.

It was carved from ivory, about six inches long, and shaped just like a man’s penis.  A cock.  It was beautiful, a work of art.

“Would you like me to fuck you?” Ellen asked me softly.

“Oh yes” I said “More than anything.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Yes.  Is that all right?”

“It may hurt a little.”

I didn’t think it would.  The ivory penis wasn’t really that much bigger than my hairbrush handle.  Anyway I suspected that my maidenhead, if I’d ever even had one, had been lost early on in my masturbatory explorations.

“I’d be so honored to be your first.”

“Please Ellen, please do it to me.”

I thought I might die of pleasure when her tongue found my clitoris.  I managed not to come right away.  Ellen’s tongue was taking me to places I had never even glimpsed before.  My pussy felt like it had become my whole body, my clit the entire universe.

When she pressed her cock against my pussy, it felt hard and cool and improbably big.  I forced myself to relax, spreading my legs even wider apart for her.  She pressed into me, and I felt this wonderful feeling of fullness.  It felt like very inch of my pussy was being touched at once; my clit felt like it was going to burst.

And then Ellen started fucking me in earnest; slowly at first, then faster and harder.  I loved it.  I was bucking against her, trying to get more and more of her cock inside me.  She kept her tongue on my clit, licking me as she fucked my pussy.  I was coming in no time flat, shaking and calling out her name, crying hot tears from my eyes.  She held me until I was done.

We lay there together, enjoying the sensation of our bodies being so close together, just cuddling and kissing softly.  Ellen whispered in my ear that my orgasm was the sexiest thing that she had ever seen.   We lay together for a long time after that, silent except for the sound of our breathing, fingers intertwined.

After a while of course, the touching started again.  I explored the length and breadth of Ellen’s lovely, soft, womanly body.  She seemed to know exactly how to touch me, exactly where to touch me, exactly what would drive me insane with desire.

“Victoria Dear” she whispered in my ear, driving me crazy with the tickle “Would you like for me to play with your bum?”

How did she know that was exactly what I wanted?  “Is that alright?”

“Oh yes” she said “I think it would be ever so sexy.”

I rolled over on my stomach, and Ellen softly caressed my bum.  It felt wonderful.  I could feel myself getting aroused all over again as she drew hypnotic spirals all over my bottom.

She stopped for a second, and I held my breath.  I wanted to beg her to touch my arsehole, but I didn’t dare.

She spread my cheeks apart, and I felt more exposed and vulnerable than I ever had before.  She softly blew, and I felt the cool night air against my puckered little arse.

I wanted her so badly back there, but I was scared to tell her exactly what it was that I wanted.  I was still scared that she would be upset, think I was disgusting.

When I felt her tongue tracing down my crack, I was so startled I almost jumped out of my skin.  Her tongue danced on the tender skin between my cheeks, drawing closer and closer to that forbidden place.

She circled my anus with her tongue, and I started moaning out loud, thrusting my arse up at her.  When the tip of her tongue finally touched me in that super-sensitive place I actually had a little orgasm.  I moaned into the pillow and rubbed my clit as she licked me, drilling deeper and deeper into my tiny little arse.  It was the most erotic sensation I had ever experienced.  Her tongue felt like it was about a meter up inside me.  I gasped and wiggled, pressing my bum against her face, trying to get more and more of her tongue inside me.

I felt her finger back there, probing my arsehole “Yes oh yes.  Oh Ellen, please”

Her finger was pressing more insistently.  She withdrew it, and it came back a second later, wet and slippery.  I arched my back, opening myself up for her.  Her finger slipped into my bum, stretching me out, making me cry out with lust.

“God yes Ellen, please do it, please fuck me back there.”

She responded by sliding her finger deeper up my bum.  It felt terrific in there.  I couldn’t believe she was doing this.  I couldn’t believe what I was saying.

“With your cock Aunty Ellen.  Please fuck me with your cock.”

She paused.  “Are you sure?”

“Oh yes”

“It’s sort of big”

“I want you”

I watched as Ellen slipped the ivory penis into her own hungry pussy to make it nice and slippery for me.  She looked so sexy like that.  Then she bent me over again.  I buried my face in the pillow and arched my back.  “I’ll go slowly” she said

I felt pressure on my backside, and I realized that Ellen was pressing the end of her cock against my hole.  I tried to relax and open myself up for her.  I realized that my juice was running down my thighs in little rivulets.

I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to take it, and I wanted it so badly.  I felt the end slip inside me, and for just a second it hurt.  “Slow” I moaned into the pillow “Go slowly”

Then my bum got used to the sensation of having the big cock inside it.  Ellen started sliding it in, deeper and deeper up my arse, occasionally licking me back there to keep things wet and slippery.

It felt fantastic.  I felt incredibly randy and turned on, utterly exposed.  The sensation of Aunty Ellen fucking my backside was incredible.  It was as if I was orgasming and never stopping.  Every nerve in my body seemed to be singing the same note in harmony.  I felt Ellen slip a finger (or more than one?) into my dripping pussy, and I started to come in earnest.  She was fucking my arse hard and fast now, burying her cock all the way up inside me before pulling it almost all the way out and slamming it in again.  It was almost too much for me.  Almost, but not quite.  I rode the knife edge between pleasure and agony, coming and coming until I just couldn’t take any more.

Oh so gently, Ellen eased her cock out of my very tender arsehole.  I licked my sticky juice of her fingers, and then we lay together and kissed for a long time.  At long last, Aunty Ellen reached over and turned out the bedside lamp.  It was almost three in the morning.

We both had a huge case of the giggles. Ellen had told me about her idea after breakfast.  She had squirmed and blushed, which I thought was ever so fetching.  It was a private fantasy of hers, she had said, something she had never done before.  Not everyone would think it was sexy.  She would understand if I didn’t want to.

What she didn’t know was that after last night, I would do anything, literally anything for her.  Besides, it sounded like fun.

And so we found ourselves in Aunty Ellen’s old claw footed bathtub; her laying on her back and me squatting over her chest.  And both of us giggling like little girls.

“Go ahead Vicky, do it” she said when she caught her breath.

“I’m trying” I said “But it won’t come out.”

“Just relax, take your time.”

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to relax and forget where I was.  Suddenly the piss came out in a squirt.  I opened my eyes, and it stopped, but then it started up again.  It seemed like it would never stop.  I had drunk a lot of tea just for that reason.  I had trouble directing it; I splashed urine all over my Aunt Ellen; her stomach, her breasts, even up onto her face and in her hair.  She seemed blissfully happy, her fingers busy in between her legs.

When it was all done, and I had shaken the last drops off my pussy lips, Ellen opened her eyes.  “Please Victoria, put that sweet pussy on my face this instant!”

I was happy to comply.  I kissed her, tasting my own pee for the first time ever.  Then I turned around so that I could lick her pussy at the same time that she licked me.

Her tongue felt amazing on my pussy and clit and arsehole.  It was hard to concentrate on licking her, but I suppose I was doing a pretty good job, judging by the noises she was making.  She was very wet and slippery, and I reveled in licking all over her pussy and even down into her arsehole before sliding first one, then two and finally three of my fingers up her pussy while I licked her clit.  It was amazing to feel her body when she came.  Her pussy seemed to grasp and squeeze my fingers as she orgasmed.  I almost wished that she would let go and pee on me the way I had done for her.

Soon enough she had me coming too; her finger buried up to the knuckle in my arse, another pair of fingers up my pussy, and her extremely talented tongue working over my clit.

We had to bathe for real after that, and then I had to pack my things and get ready to go.  We had tea together in the sun room.  I felt wonderfully alive.  The sadness that I knew would come when I truly realized that I was leaving Bournemouth and Aunty Ellen’s house hadn’t hit me yet.  We chatted over tea like best friends, talking books and authors and school and life.

Ellen drove me to the train station in her motorcar.  The locomotive, one of the last steam engines not yet replaced by the modern diesels, was building up a head of steam.

“Oh Ellen” I said, annoyed with the tears that were coming to my eyes despite my best efforts “Thank you for everything.  It’s been the most wonderful holiday.”

“You’re very welcome Victoria” she said, smiling at me.  All around us in the car park, motorcars and taxis were cueing up, letting parents and boys and girls out and onto the platform.  The air was full of excited voices, tearful goodbyes and fare thee wells.  “I’ll miss you, but we’ll see each other again soon, won’t we?”

“Oh yes!” I said “Maybe I can come visit you again next term.  And I’ll make sure to write.”

“Do that” Aunty Ellen said.  Her hand had found its way up under my skirt, and she was softly petting my pussy through my knickers.  It was driving me crazy. “Tell me everything that happens to you.”

Her fingers slipped under my knickers, which were more than a little damp now, and found my pussy wet and ready for her.  It felt strange to be doing this in broad daylight in a crowded car park, but oddly exciting at the same time.  In no time she had me squirming and wiggling on her talented fingers.  My skirt rode up to my lap.  If anybody had looked inside our car, they would have gotten quite a show.  From the waist up, Ellen and I looked like any other pair of relatives saying our goodbyes.  Under my skirt though, Aunty Ellen was saying goodbye in quite another manner entirely.

After my orgasm, she licked her fingers clean and beamed at me.  “You are a lovely little woman Victoria, and I am going to miss you dreadfully.”

“Aunty Ellen” I said “I’m going to miss you too.”  At that moment what I wanted to do was pull her into the back of the car with me and give her pussy another good licking, but I knew I couldn’t do that.

She smiled and kissed me.  “I’m going to miss you too Dearest.  But we’ll see each other again soon enough. And there may be other girls for you at school for you.  I want to hear about all your adventures.”

We said our goodbyes, and kissed again, decorous kisses with promises of much more hidden inside.  When I got out of the car and Aunty Ellen got my suitcase out of the boot, neither of us had dry eyes.  We hugged one last time, and then it was up onto the platform and onboard the train bound for home.

I had to stop in the ladies and take off my knickers; they were wet.  My pussy and arse were both very tender from all the attention they had been receiving over the last day.  I was lucky enough to find a seat by the window on the right side of the train, and as we slowly lurched away from the station, I waved at Ellen, standing tall and proud next to her black motorcar.  She waved back at me, and blew me a kiss.  Then she was gone.  I was already counting the days till the next holiday.

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