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Amy Downstairs

1.

Wow, so it was really going to be real.  My husband Ted had finally gotten that job in California.  We were moving out west; in three weeks we would be out of the apartment and out of New York City, driving a Ryder truck across the country, on our way to a whole new life.

It still didn’t seem quite real.  And yet there was so much to take care of, so many loose ends to wrap up.  I quit working –as a freelancer that was easy enough for me to do; Ted would have to stay in his office almost all the way to the bitter end.

I ran into Amy, the daughter of the couple who lived downstairs from us, sitting on the stoop.  My hands were full of grocery bags.  She offered to hold one for me while I opened the front door.

Amy was a pretty girl; soft and curvy and bookish, polite and soft-spoken.  I had had a huge –and quite perverted- crush on her ever since we had moved into the place two years ago.  Sometimes when Ted and I had sex, I fantasized about her listening to us from down below, masturbating to our sex noises.  Sometimes I would moan out loud just for her imagined benefit.

She was so cute, so pretty and serious and I found her teenage awkwardness absolutely enchanting.  I think she kind of reminded me of myself at that age.  Only sexier.  I had hardly ever talked to her; in her presence I seemed to become as tongue tied as a teen myself.

“Is it true you’re moving out Mrs. Katz?” she asked me, still holding a bag full of groceries.

“Yes,” I told her “Me and my husband are moving to California at the end of the month.”

“Oh,” Amy said, looking sad “I’m going to miss you guys so much.”

She very sweetly offered to help me carry the groceries upstairs (Ted and I lived on the fifth floor, Amy and her family lived on the fourth.)  When we got to the front door, I set down my bags and fumbled for the key.  When I unlocked the apartment door, there was an electrically charged pause.  After what seemed like a long time, but what was probably only a couple of heartbeats, I said “Amy, would you like to come in and hang out for a while?”

Oh My God. Was I hitting on a girl half my own age?

“Sure Mrs. Katz, that’d be great.  I’ve never even been inside your place before.”

“Okay,” I said as the door shut fatefully behind us, “but if we’re going to be friends, you’ve got to stop calling me ‘Mrs. Katz’.  My name is Andrea.”

“No problem… Andrea,” she said “Where should I put this bag?”

“Right next to the bed, along with all your clothes,” was what I wanted to say.  Instead I said, “On the kitchen counter would be fine, thanks.”

“Would you like a coke Amy?” I asked as I put vegetables away.

“Sure.” she said.  I dug a can of coke out of the refrigerator and opened a beer for myself.  We sat down on the couch in the living room and talked about school, work, the weather, whatever.  That is to say, we talked about nothing in particular.  I had the eerie feeling that I was out on a first date.

Then, out of the blue, she hit me with a thunderbolt.

“Mrs. Katz- I mean Andrea, have you ever kissed a girl?”

Oh God.  My clit, which had been obnoxiously perky ever since Amy had said ‘Hello’ suddenly swelled up like a hard pink pencil eraser.

“Yes,” I managed to say without blowing beer out my nose, “Yes, I have.”

“Is it different from kissing boys?” she wanted to know, “Is it nicer?”

I thought back to the different girls I had kissed.  Holy shit, I hadn’t been with a girl since I was in college, over a decade ago .  “It’s certainly different,” I told her, “Nicer?  I guess it depends on who you’re kissing.”

“Oh, okay.” she said, “I was thinking about being a lesbian.  But I wasn’t sure because I’ve never kissed a girl before.”  She finished her coke. “Well, I’ve got to go.  Thanks for letting me hang out Mrs. Katz.”

As soon as she left I pretty much pulled my jeans straight down and masturbated to a humongous (and loud) orgasm right there on the couch.  When Mr. Katz got home later that evening, he didn’t know what had hit him.  Not that he was complaining; I almost never initiated sex.  To tell the truth I usually preferred my vibrator, any more.

2.

The next day, about three in the afternoon, there was a tap at the door.  I honestly had no idea who it might be.  UPS?  Jehovah’s Witnesses?  I had been packing books (books are the bane of moving) away into boxes.  There at my door was Amy, bright and sunny, wearing a little white sundress that was almost but not quite see through.  My heart leapt up into my throat.

“Hey Mrs. Katz!  I was wondering if you felt like hanging out.  My parents won’t be home till this evening.  If you feel like company that is.  If you don’t mind.”

Of course I didn’t mind.  Amy’s father was Polish, her mother Palestinian.  I have no idea how they met.  They seem like really nice people.  He was an engineer, she was an architect, and they both kept long hours.  I knew Amy had two older brothers, but they were both grown up and out of the house.  Poor kid must be lonely.

“Come on in!” I said, “And stop calling me Mrs. Katz.  I’m only 36.  You make me sound so old!”

“I don’t think you look old Andrea,” she said skipping into the apartment, “I think you’re beautiful.”

Oh God.

“I hope I’m not interrupting you.” she said, noticing the boxes strewn across the living room floor, “Is this a bad time?”

“Not at all,” I said truthfully, “I needed a break anyway.  Can I get you a coke or anything?”

“A glass of water would be great, thanks!”

I poured her a glass of water and opened a beer for myself (I needed a beer!), and we both sat down on the big comfy red couch.  How were we going to get that big old couch down the stairs?  Ugh.

“I decided I’m not a lesbian.” Amy piped up.  I almost snarfed my drink. “At least I’ve decided that I don’t have to decide yet.”

“That’s right,” I said, “You’ve got plenty of time to decide.”

“And some people like both, don’t they?”

“That’s right.” I said, “Some people do.”

“You wanna know what?” she asked.

“What?”

“I lost my virginity two weeks ago… Don’t ever tell my mom that, ok?  She wants me to wait until I’m married.  As if.”

Not to worry, I wasn’t about to tell her mother anything. “Oh?  Well congratulations.  And how was it?”

“It pretty much sucked.  It was with this guy from school, we did it over at his apartment when his parents weren’t home.  Some of my friends had told me he had a really big dick…” she made a face, “and he did.”

I went to take a sip of my beer and realized that I had already drained the bottle

“Bigger isn’t always better.” I said.

“Yeah no kidding.” Amy said, “It hurt.  More than I’d thought it would I guess.  I was kinda glad it was over pretty quickly.  But I didn’t even get to… you know, have a come.”

“I’m so sorry Sweety.” I said

“It’s ok.” she said brightly

There was a long pause.  I was hugely conscious of being incredibly turned on.  I swear I was making the couch wet through the denim of my jeans at that point.  I couldn’t believe this was happening, that I was even having this conversation.  ‘Holy Shit’ I thought to myself ‘I am going to fuck this little girl.’

“Andrea,” she started hesitantly, “Do you ever masturbate?”

“Of course!” I laughed, “Everybody masturbates.  I do it all the time.”

There was a very long pause.  I held my breath.  We made eye contact.

“Sometimes I do it with my hairbrush.” Amy whispered.

Just then the phone rang.  It was Ted calling in from the office.

“I should go.” Amy mouthed at me.  I fluttered my hand at her, and watched her shapely behind wiggle under that sundress as she left the apartment.

Oh My God I was so turned on!  This time I made it all the way to the bedroom, grabbing my vibrator from the top drawer and jamming.  I came hard and I came fast and I came loud.  I realized that I was being extra noisy for Amy’s benefit, hoping that she was downstairs and could hear me through the floor.  That thought turned me on immensely.

That night, Ted wanted to have sex again.  Somewhat to my own surprise, I didn’t mind one bit.  Two nights in a row for us, something like a new record!  He was actually still a really very sexy man, and I loved watching his face when he came.  Later, when he was asleep next to me, I rubbed myself to a lovely little orgasm.

When we had started dating, we had had sex pretty often.  Now that we had been married for nearly five years, the sex was- well I hate admitting it, but the sex was pretty boring.  Not unpleasant; far from it.  I loved Ted, and I was almost always happy to put out for him when ever he wanted it, and sometimes I would even get to come.  But the fact was masturbation seemed like more fun and less fuss.  And it had been that way for years now.

Our sex life had never ever been very kinky, which was a drag, but I’d never know how to approach Ted about it.  I’d say that I’m a pretty open person, and that I’m up for trying most things, but I’ve never been very good at talking about sex with Ted; I always get embarrassed.  As for Ted, he’s always seemed happy enough with our sexual activities, and never seemed particularly interested in trying different things.

He knew that I’d fooled around with girls, and even had a girlfriend in college, but I’d never known what he thought about that.

And I had no idea what he might say if I told him that I had a bad case of the hots for the teenage girl downstairs.

3.

The weekend passed by at a snails pace.  We went upstate to a party at a friends place.  It was fun, but bittersweet seeing people who it would be a long time before we saw again, if ever.  And yet I was constantly distracted, unable to focus.  My mind kept wandering back to New York City and that pretty underaged girl downstairs.  Could she really seriously want to –I don’t know what- with me?  Would I actually go through with it?  I’ve never ever fooled around on Ted.  And then there was the small matter of her age.  She was less than half my own age.  She could (conceivably) have been my own daughter.

On Monday morning, I got all snuggly with Ted, kissing him and telling him over and over how much I loved him.  For a moment it seemed as if we were about to get it on, but then he realized what time it was.  “Just wait till I get home Andrea!” he kissed me one last time and hurried up to get dressed.

I spent most of the day in the kitchen, packing up all the stuff that we wouldn’t need to use in the next couple weeks.  I was super jumpy.  I kept hoping to hear a tap on my door, even though I knew that Amy was surely at school.

In the early afternoon, sick of packing and itching with sexual frustration, I decided to bag it and go for a run around the park.  It was a good choice.  I took two turns around the park.  It felt good to work out, and soaked in honest sweat, I climbed the five flights back up to the apartment.  I stretched out, did some crunches, and jumped into a blessed hot shower.

I barely heard the knock over the rushing water.  Fuck Me!

I jumped out of the shower, dripping wet; wrapped a towel around my body and ran (yes ran) to the front door.  If this was a Jehovah’s Witness, I swear I would kill!

It was Amy.  She was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans and a sweetly ironic Sailor Moon t-shirt; her thick dark hair cascaded over her shoulders.  Her young breasts made delicious little bumps like Sno-Cones in the front of the white cotton shirt.  She had never looked so sexy to me as at that moment.  She looked all round and curvy and ripe as a peach ready to be squeezed and kissed and licked and… Oh my!  I really am a pervert!

“Oh Mrs. Katz! Is this a bad time?”

“Not at all Amy.  Come on in.”

She stood in the doorway, the door half open behind her.  I faced her, standing in the hall, towel wrapped around my body, a little puddle spreading out on the hardwood floor beneath me.

And then, like a diver on the high board, I pushed off, spinning downward into an rapidly accelerating unstoppable arc.

I took Amy’s small soft hands in my own.  I noticed that I was trembling.  I bent down (she was a good six or eight inches short than me) and kissed her on the lips.  She responded eagerly.  It felt really good to kiss those soft little lips.  How long had it been since I’d kissed a girl?  Way too long. Years and years.  Her hands squeezed mine tight.

Finally our kiss ended.  Our lips separated, but our hands were still clasped together.

“Is this ok?” Amy asked

“Yes.  Oh god yes.” I said pulling her closer to me.  Her lips found mine and we kissed hard and passionately as we embraced.  Amy’s tongue aggressively pressed into my mouth.  I nibbled on her lower lip.  She moaned into me.  She was an amazing kisser.  It had been years since I had kissed anyone but Ted.  Just kissing this little nymph was making my knees weak.

Finally the kiss ended.  As we broke off our embrace, the purple towel that I had wrapped around my midriff fell to the floor.

“Oh my gosh Mrs. Katz,” Amy exclaimed from the open doorway, “You’re beautiful!”

I blushed, despite myself.  “Come inside.  And close that door!”

“So how was it?” I asked once we were both inside and the door was shut, “To kiss a girl?”  I could feel her eyes on my naked body, and I blushed once again.

“Great!” she said, not taking her eyes off of me, “I want more.”

We kissed again, hotter, harder.  I caught myself rubbing my naked tits against her smaller, bra-enclosed ones.  I didn’t ever want to stop kissing her.  Finally, we came up for air.

“Mrs. Katz… Andrea,” she said breathlessly, “You’re so beautiful… I love your breasts.”

I’ve always been secretly proud of my boobs.  They’re not the biggest in the world, but they’re big enough, and I think they have a nice shape to them.  I felt my nipples perk up even more at the compliment.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Amy said.

“Me either.” I said.

“I want to fuck you.” she said quietly, “What do you want?”

“I want… I want you to be naked.”

I pulled Amy into the living room.  My trembling hands pulled the Sailor Moon t-shirt up over her head.  She unsnapped her bra from behind, letting it fall to the floor.

Her tits were small and conical, and very perky, with gumdrop sized nipples that were swollen with excitement.  “Do you think they’re ok?” she asked, “I know they’re not as big as yours.”

“Oh Amy!” was all I could manage.  I dropped to my knees, taking her tit into my mouth and sucking it like a fiend.  Meanwhile, my fingers worked the button of her jeans.

It was a trick, keeping her boob in my mouth and unbuttoning her pants, but somehow I managed it.  Finally I got the last button undone, and her soft faded jeans fell in a heap around her ankles.  I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy through her white cotton underpants.  I loved the smell of her.

I released her boob, all wet and pink and swollen, and tugged her panties down.  She had a perfect little triangle of black curly pubic hair, incredibly soft.  Unable to resist, I kissed her right between the legs.  She was already quite wet.

Amy giggled at the touch of my lips, and squirmed, tripping on the bunched-up jeans around her legs. She fell laughing onto the rug.  I crawled voraciously over to her, my tits hanging down, licking my lips hungrily.  Her knees splayed apart, opening herself up for me.

Her pussy was beautiful, heartbreakingly delicate.  Petite labia were puffy and engorged, and glistened with wetness.  I could see her clit, a tiny little pink button, peeking out from beneath its hood.

“Please Andrea…” she whispered to me.

I licked up and down her pussy, spreading her wide open with my tongue.  She tasted so good, so hot and sexy and clean.  I couldn’t keep my tongue off her clit long though.  As soon as I gravitated up to her sexy little button, she got super excited, wiggling around and moaning “Yes Oh Yes God Yes!”

As I flicked her clit with my tongue, I let a finger slip up her sweet little pussy.  I couldn’t believe how hot she was inside!  It felt amazing to be finger fucking this beautiful girl. Her pussy was super tight and muscular. She humped back against my thrusting finger.  My jaw was starting to ache, but I wasn’t about to stop. I had a rhythm going on her clit and I could tell she was really close.  Experimentally, I let one wet finger brush against her anus.  Her moans immediately increased in pitch and intensity, and her hips rose up off the floor.  I kept my face buried in her pussy, finger fucking her pussy and very gently tickling her asshole as my exhausted tongue flicked her clit.  I couldn’t breathe and I didn’t care.  I just wanted her to come.

At last she came, and hard!  Her body squeezed my finger, and her asshole pulsated, letting the tip of my finger slip inside.  I kept my tongue on her clit as long as I dared, while her body shook and shuddered and she kept saying my name over and over again.

Finally it was over and I detached myself from her.  She lay there on the floor in front of me, flushed and sweaty, jeans bunched up around her ankles, with a big beautiful grin on her face.  I was covered in her juices.  I felt like I was glowing.

“How was that?” I asked

“Wow!” she said, “That was amazing!  I’ve never… Do you think I’m a pervert?”

“Now why would I ever think that?”

“It really got me off when you touched me… back there.  No one’s ever done that to me before.”

“That doesn’t make you a pervert.  Lots of people like anal play.  I sure do.”

“Mrs. Katz, you have such a beautiful ass.  That’s what first… what I first noticed about you.”

We kissed for a while more.  She kicked off the tangled mass of jeans and panties.  I encouraged her to let her hands explore my body all over.  I loved feeling her hands on my breasts.  I was so wet and excited, my pussy made little squooshy noises every time I moved.  Finally, after what seemed like an exquisite eternity, I began to feel a purpose to her shy explorations.  I let her maneuver me onto my hands and knees, with my head resting on my folded arms on the couch, my ass thrust up in the air.

I shivered with anticipation as she explored me from behind, softly kissing all over.  How long had it been since I had received any attention back there?  I wanted to scream out loud “Lick Me Amy! Lick My Ass!” but I didn’t.

I was drooling.  Wetness was literally running down my thighs.  I felt her hot breath on my pussy.  I thought I would melt.  Then her soft, sexy, still a little bit shy tongue was running up and down my swollen, hungry crack, making me jump every time it met my clit.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned into the pillow.  In response Amy licked harder, more aggressively, slurping my pussy like a kid with an ice cream cone.

My clit was so hard it felt it felt like a little dick hanging down between my legs.  Exploring fingers found my breasts, tweaked and pinched the nipples.  I was making all kinds of animal noises as she pleasured me.  The next time she fucking touched my clit I was going to come all over her pretty young face.

And then she pulled back.  Her small hands still cupped my breasts.  I held my breath.  I could hear the traffic down on the street, the thumping of my own heart.

Then her tongue again.  Searching, tentatively shyly exploring between my spread cheeks.  Her tongue brushed against my asshole, light as a feather.  I wiggled my ass invitingly.  “Yes, Oh please yes!”

Emboldened, she returned to my ass.  Circling it with her tongue, then flicking it, and finally burying her tongue inside me.  I was in heaven.  It felt like she had about a yard of tongue up my butt.  “Please fuck me!” I managed to gasp out.

Without removing her tongue, she slipped fingers, two, three I don’t know, up into my hungry, more than ready pussy.  She began fucking me in earnest, hard and fast, still licking my asshole like a mad thing.  Every time she thrust into me, her thumb would brush my engorged clitoris.  I exploded, coming so hard, coming over and over again in body shaking waves.  She stayed with me until it was over, and I was a sweaty, quivering mass of flesh lying on the living room floor.

“Was that ok?” she asked.

I realized that I was crying “Yes,” I said through tears, “Oh Amy that was amazing!”

“So you don’t…. think I’m perverted?”

“Oh no, no never.  You could do anything you wanted to me.  Anything!”

We hugged and she kissed the tears off my cheeks.  We cuddled for a while, naked together on the couch.  Then Amy got up to use the bathroom.  I started to think about a second round.  And I also started to think about what time Ted would be coming home.

“This doesn’t count as cheating for you, right?” Amy said standing naked in front of me like some slightly chubby erotic angel.  “Because we’re both girls.”

“Yeah,” I said smiling though inside I wasn’t so sure, “That’s right.”

“You’re so lucky,” she said, still standing there letting me admire her body, “You’ve got an awesome husband.  I think he’s really hot.”

“Would you like to fuck him?” I heard myself say

“Would you let me?”

“Yeah.” I said, “I think that would be hot.”

“When does he get home?”

“Usually around five thirty.”

“So we’ve got time to do it again now?”

My god, the girl was insatiable.  Fortunately, so was I.

4.

I swear, that girl had a tongue six feet long that could out-wrestle an alligator.  We were lying on top of the bed, enjoying the sensation of warm sunlight streaming in through the window onto our naked bodies.  My face was sticky with her juices.

As I lay there, idly stroking Amy’s luxurious thick dark hair, I was feeling a contradictory mix of sexual contentment and nervous jitters.  I honestly didn’t know what Ted would say or do when he got home.

Insofar as we had ever talked about sexual fantasies, I knew that having a threesome with two women was one of Ted’s.  But wasn’t this the sort of thing that you planned out with your spouse, or at least got him to agree to in advance?  I didn’t know, not having any prior experience in this realm.  I hoped against hope that I hadn’t just ruined my marriage.  I wasn’t sure I could live without Ted in my life.

I heard his key in the door and I jumped involuntarily, starting Amy out of her half doze.

“Honey, I’m home!” came his familiar singsong greeting.

“We’re in the bedroom!” I called.

I’ll never in a million years forget his face when he walked into the bedroom and saw us there on the bed.  A whole spectrum of emotions registered in that first silent moment, but a big fat grin steadily won out, lighting up his entire face.

“We’ve been waiting for you.” I said, “Haven’t we, Amy?”

“Yeah…” she said, stretching like a cat, “Waiting for hours and hours.”

We watched, enthralled, as he undressed.  I’ve always thought it was kind of sexy, watching Ted undress.  Now I glowed with pride as I watched Amy watch him.  I was glad that she thought he was sexy too.

“He’s beautiful!” Amy told me.  Ted’s cock hung down thick between his legs.  “He looks delicious.”

“Would you like to taste him?” I asked, “Would you like to suck on that?”

“Yeah!” Amy blushed red.  It was cute. “I mean sure, I’d love to.  But this is the first time… I mean I’ve never…”

“You’ve never given a blowjob?”  I was a little shocked, after the things she and I had just done together.

“No…. I’ve used my hand before.”

“We’ll show you how.  Right Ted?”

Ted certainly didn’t object.  He crawled up onto the bed, standing on his knees.  His cock had perked right up at the mention of sucking; now it was pointed happily at the ceiling.

Amy got down on her knees in front of him. “What should I do?”

“Take it in your mouth.” I told her.  She opened wide and swallowed Ted’s penis.  She was able to take the whole thing in her mouth.  Instinctively her head started bobbing up and down, pausing now and then to lick it like a big lollipop.  Truth be told, she didn’t really need much instruction.  I found it incredibly sexy to watch her sucking my husband’s cock.  She looked beautiful like that.  So did he.  I joined in, licking the shaft of his cock while she sucked the head and playing with his balls and squeezing his tight little butt as he gently fucked her mouth.  Sometimes Amy and I would kiss each other across his cock.  It was really hot.  I realized that I was fingering myself.  Amy looked over at me and grinned.  Then she handed me Ted’s dick, harder than I’d seen it in a long time and soaked in her saliva.  I took him hungrily into my mouth.  When was the last time I gave Ted a blowjob?

Ted’s moans changed tenor.  His cock thrust more urgently into my mouth.  I opened up my eyes and realized that Amy had maneuvered behind Ted, and that her face was busy between his ass cheeks.  That was a place I had never dared go with him.

“Holy Shit Andrea…” he whispered to me, his eyes glazed over as if in a trance.  Amy came up for air, rubbing her soft naked body against my husband’s back.  I kept my mouth on his dick.  My eyes met Amy’s.  Very deliberately, she slipped two fingers deep, deep up her lovely little pussy until the third knuckles were hidden in her pubic curls.

“So wet.” she said quietly.  Then she moved her hand back to Ted’s ass.  He stiffened as she penetrated him, then moaned almost inaudibly, relaxing into it.  “I’m fucking your husband.” she told me with a wicked little smile.

Ted didn’t last long after that, with Amy’s fingers inside him and my eager mouth all over his cock.  I could feel Amy finger fucking him, and it turned me on immensely.  He came loud and hard and hot, squirting hot salty slightly bitter semen into my mouth as Amy’s little hand vigorously fucked his ass.  I’d never let Ted come in my mouth before.  I guess I’d always thought it was kind of gross.  At that moment, it was the sexiest most intimate sensation ever.

We all collapsed onto the bed, kissing and touching.  My fingers were still busy on my clit.  Amy’s fingers replaced them.  I found her very wet pussy.  As Ted watched, we brought each other off once again, almost simultaneously.  Amy’s eyes squeezed tight, and her small breasts flushed red and jiggled when she came.  I caught Ted’s eye and winked.  He just smiled.  I don’t know when I had come so many times in one day before.

“I’d really like to fuck you.” she told Ted, “If that’s still all right with you?”

They both looked over at me.

“That’s fine with me,” I said, “I think that’d be really hot.”  Ted’s dick was hard again.  When was the last time he’d had two comes in one session?  “Do we have any condoms?”

That was a problem.  We hadn’t used a condom in ages; I was on the pill and had been since before we married.  Going without really wasn’t an option; none of us needed a teen pregnancy on our hands.  In the end, Ted had to pull on some clothes and run downstairs to the bodega on the corner while Amy and I snuggled up in the bed.

While we were waiting, Amy put those sweet lips of hers to good use again.  Before too long she had me right on the edge of orgasm all over again.  I could get used to having this kind of a sex life.

Ted came back into the room, all out of breath with a small paper bag in hand.  He was already pulling off his trousers.  “All right, break it up you two!”

While he got naked again, I got the box of condoms open and tore one of the wrapped packages open.  A little oral attention got Ted all stiff and ready.  I rolled the condom down onto his straining needy cock, taking care not to catch any of his pubes.  Amy watched silently.  I couldn’t wait to see my husbands’ hard dick sliding in and out of her beautiful little pussy.

“I’m a little nervous.” Amy said, “It wasn’t so good the last time.  I mean the first time.”

“It’ll be ok.” I said, giving her hand a squeeze, “He’s a good size.  And he’ll be gentle.  I promise.”

“I want it.” she said, “I want him inside me.  I’m so horny right now.  It’s just a little scary that’s all.  I’m glad it’s not too big.”

Amy got onto her hands and knees, and Ted came at her from behind.  He played with her breasts while I guided his latex-sheathed cock to her pussy.  I couldn’t resist giving her a little lick, and letting my tongue snake up to her tiny asshole.  She tasted so good.  I rubbed his cock between her labia, brushing the head up against her straining little clit, making her wiggle.  The smell of sex was intoxicating.

“Please,” Amy moaned, “Oh please”

“Please,” Ted whispered.  With one hand, I guided his dick to her hungry hole.  With a tiny little movement, he nudged the head between her labia.

“Please,” she said again, “Do it”

As I watched, Ted’s cock slid easily up into her, not stopping until he was all the way inside, her ass pressed up against his pubic hair.  I cupped his balls, feeling her wetness on his shaft.

“Oh God,” she murmured, “it’s so fucking good.  Please do it to me, fuck me now, fuck me Ted, fuck me harder.”

He started fucking her little pussy, gently at first as I had promised, then harder and harder.  Her little tits were shaking all over the place, her hair was wild, her head arched back, her eyes clenched tight.  Ted was gasping over and over again “Oh fuck, fuck yes oh fuck yes…” I knew neither one of them was going to last much longer.

Running my hands over Amy’s sexy round ass, I spread her cheeks wide apart.  I had a choice view of my husband’s latex covered cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.  I licked my index finger and let it slip right up Amy’s tiny crinkled little asshole.  It was really tight, but I had no trouble getting it in.  Later she told me that she like to put her hairbrush up there when she got herself off.  Her body squeezed my finger hard.  She was really hot inside.  I could feel Ted’s cock pistoning inside her, I could practically feel the individual veins of his cock.  It was amazing.  The sensation was too much for them.  She squealed out loud, thrusting back to meet us, wiggling her ass like the scrambler at the county fair. Ted shouted aloud, shouted my name.  I swear I could feel his cock spasming inside her cunt.  Finally it was over.

There were many kisses and much cuddling all around.  We were all three in an amazing mental space.  Then Amy had to run downstairs to take a shower before her parents got in, with promises to see us both again soon.  Ted and I lay together on the bed, just breathing.

“I think I owe you an orgasm.” he said, licking his lips lasciviously.  Amazingly, his cock was halfway hard once again.

Mmm.  That sounded lovely.  It had been forever since I had felt his tongue on my clit, and he was so good at that too.  But there were other things I craved as well.

“How would you like,” I asked, “To fuck me in the ass?”

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Summer Holiday

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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