Chapter 1
Ellen Keller would miss her husband Duane. However, she couldn't be happy with him. He was always playing around with his secretaries at the office, and this she couldn't tolerate.
Finally, when her husband's last secretary, told her she was no good as a lover and frigid, she decided it was high time for a divorce.
"Duane, dear," she said, "I've taken the last of the insults that I intend to take. When Sally told me that I was frigid, it could only come from one source."
"Do you mean me?" he asked.
"Who else, honey?" she said. "I've got a file on you a mile long of women that you've had sex with. And, if this is the type of life you desire, I don't blame you. It's just that you can't have your cake and eat it too."
"Oh honey," Duane begged, "I haven't been such a bad boy. I've confined my activities during the last three years to Sally."
"I know it," Ellen told him flatly. "And that is why I've been so lonely. Now, I hope that you will move out."
"You're going to miss me like the devil," he said.
"That's right," she said. "Just like the devil."
It was an easy divorce trial and Duane did not dare contest it. He had too much to lose in the courts. Ellen was left alone in her beautiful home, and when summer time rolled around, she felt lonely and sad.
She thought it might be nice for her fourteen-year-old nephew, Ronnie Simon to visit her. He had never been to her home and so she decided that the sensible thing to do would be to contact his parents to see if they would let him visit.
She contacted them, and they seemed delighted over the prospect. They had planned a trip to Europe, and they simply didn't care to be bothered with Ronnie. So it worked out beautifully.
Ellen met Ronnie at the airport, and she got a big surprise. For Ronnie was no longer the little boy that she remembered him to be. He had grown considerably.
"Well, hi, Ellen," the young boy beamed as he saw his aunt.
"Well, hello honey," she said. "My, how we've grown."
"I'm fifteen years old now," he said, "and going on sixteen."
"Maybe we should go downtown," she said, "and have something to eat before we head back to my place."
"That would be neat," he said.
"I know of a fantastic restaurant," she said.
Her car was parked at the train station, and the first thing she observed was that Ronnie wanted to drive it.
"Are you sure you know how to drive?" she asked him.
"Of course I know how to drive a car," he said. "Do you think I'm a kid or something?"
"You aren't very old," she said.
"Well, I'm old enough to drive and do a lot of other things," he winked suggestively.
That worried Ellen. If there was one thing she thought was ruining the present generation, it was their preoccupation with sex. And she decided that she would speak to Ronnie about it later in the evening.
She was amazed that Ronnie did drive well. When she gave him the directions to her place, she was proud indeed that he found it easily.
"I've got to hand it to you, Ronnie," she said, "you are a very good driver."
She helped him with his luggage, and when they got into the sprawling home, she showed him to his room.
"My, but you've got a big place here," he told her.
"Yes dear, I have," she said. "And I have to have a lot of help to keep it going."
"Oh, it's a beautiful place," he said enthusiastically. "It really is."
It was becoming easier and easier for her to see that she really didn't have much to worry about. For Ronnie was a very intelligent young boy.
However, something later that day surprised her. When it came time for an afternoon dip, she saw him streak into the house with no clothes on.
"What on earth are you doing, Ronnie?" she asked.
"I'm streaking out to the ocean," he said.
Before she could say another word, she saw him slipping out to the ocean naked. This distressed her. She always had high moral scruples, and to see a naked boy dashing out to the ocean and, worst of all, with a hard-on, upset her.
It didn't take her long to strip and slip into a swim suit. Then she joined him.
"Oh, the water is just fine," he said. "Let's go swimming."
He was enjoying it now and so was she.
"Oh beautiful," he said. "I am so happy I came to visit you."
"Judging from your streaking to the house with no clothes on," she said, "I don't know whether I am happy or not."
"Well, they streak all the time at school," he laughed.
"I am not used to anybody streaking around here," she said.
When they lay on a couple of beach towels, she observed that he seemed completely unembarrassed by the fact that he was naked. He was lying on his stomach, and she could see his round bottom.
"You have a nice smooth body," she told him. "And you're well developed for your age.
"Well, you haven't seen anything yet," he chuckled, as he flipped over and suddenly exposed his gigantic cock.
When she took a look at his huge penis, she was flabbergasted.
"I didn't know you were that grown up," she said.
"Yes, I am," he said. "And I've had sex with some of the chicks at school. I get them to go down on me."
"I don't exactly know what you mean," Ellen told him.
"I mean they blow my cock," he said. "And they suck the stuff out and swallow it too."
"I find that a little revolting," she told him bluntly. "I would never do a thing like that."
"How do you know you wouldn't enjoy it?" he asked. "Well, you might have a point there," she said. "I will admit that I was a little narrow-minded when it came to sex."
Seizing the opportunity, young Ronnie suggested that they go into the house.
When they went in the house, he sat on the sofa with his cock still hard.
"You see, we shouldn't have started talking about sex," he told her. "Now I've got a great big hard-on and I don't know what to do to make it go down."
"Use your hand, honey," she told him. "That's what my kid brother used to do."
"Why should I use my hand when I've got yours?" he said.
"You embarrass me," Ellen told him. "Talking to me like this. If I didn't think you were joking, I'd be furious."
"Who's joking?" he asked.
It was obvious to her that she did indeed have a problem.
"I don't know what I'm going to do about you," she said.
"Well I know what I'd like to have you do about me," he said. "I'd like to have you suck me."
"I couldn't," she insisted.
Reaching for her hand, he placed it on his huge male member. It was a long time since Ellen had a penis in her hand, and she enjoyed it. "Squeeze it, baby," he told her, "and pull it."
She began pulling on his penis, and to her surprise she was enjoying it. It was getting harder every moment. Suddenly she saw a drop of crystal cum surface at the small slit at the crown of his cock.
"Use your other hand on the balls," he advised her.
Hypnotized by his words, she let her other hand reach down and cup his balls.
"Just don't hold them," he told her. "Massage them."
Now she was massaging his balls.
"Oh, does that ever feel good," he told her, "real good."
With a firm wrist, she pumped vigorously. He loved the sensations that she was creating.
"Oh, that's fantastic," he told her. "Keep that up. Yes, I like that. Keep it up."
She continued pumping vigorously, and he became more and more excited.
"Oh, wild," he told her. "That is beautiful, baby."
"Do you like that?" she asked.
"Pull it out," he told her. "That will be an improvement."
She pulled the penis forward, and indeed it did send new thrills shooting through his cock.
"Oh," he gasped, "keep that up, Aunt Ellen. I really like it."
Now Ellen was tempted to go down on his cock. But she didn't. She thought if he begged her or forced her, it would be his responsibility.
She recognized that he was fifteen years old, and she was an adult.
"You'd better go down on it quick," he said, reaching for her neck and guiding her.
This was what she had been waiting for, and she made no offer of resistance.
"Oh, suck my cock off," he panted, "suck my cock."
Her mouth moved over the head of the shaft, and soon she was indeed sucking with vigorous movements.
He was indeed delighted to be able to create such excitement.
"Suck me," he begged. "Suck me."
She massaged his balls while she sucked his cock vigorously. He thrust forward, and then she let her hands grip his ass. She loved the feel of his ass-cheeks as he fucked away.
He threw his legs around her shoulders, and continued jabbing into her face with feverish anxiety.
"Oh," he moaned in delight. "Oh, yes, yes, eat me, baby."
The creamy hot sperm gushed into her mouth. She vigorously sucked him off.
When she pulled away from him, she looked at his young appealing body. She liked the curly pubic hairs and the big balls. She liked to see the crack in his ass, and was tempted to lick it too.
Now, as she pulled away, she realized he still had not gone down.
"You see, Aunt Ellen," he exclaimed, "when my cock gets hard, it just won't go down. I don't know what to do about it."
"You have what we might term a problem penis," she said. "It requires more than the average amount of action, I'm afraid."
"Well, if you would just slip off your swimming suit," he told her, "and slide your pussy over my cock, maybe I could get it taken care of."
The thought of having her vagina filled with a throbbing male member once more fully appealed to her.
"Oh, I couldn't do that," she said.
She was hoping he would continue insisting. Then once again she could mentally lie to herself and shift all of the responsibility to him. "But I've got to have it," he said. She began slipping out of her swimsuit. As she did so, he looked at her bosoms with delight.
"Hey, let me suck on those," he said, pulling her over to him before she had her bikini bottoms off.
She moved tighter to him, and he reached up to grope her bosoms. He began licking on them vigorously.
"Oh, baby," she moaned in delight as she felt him nibbling at her nipples.
Her nipples were becoming erect now. Reaching down, he let his hand slip under the elastic band of her bikini bottoms. He was feeling of her ass now, letting his hands slide down between the crack in her ass. He was feeling of her pussy from behind.
"You really like to do this a lot, don't you?" she asked him.
"When I'm horny, sure I do," he said. "I've got to have it."
Now, as he went on using his mouth on one breast, he reached down with both hands and pulled her bikini bottom off.
When she was bare ass naked, she let one leg slip over him, until she was in line with his cock.
"Move back a little," he said, "so I can fuck you."
It didn't take him long now to stab his dick into her.
As his penis slid into her, he began ramming away with hard, regular thrusts.
"Fuck me," she begged, "fuck me."
With vigorous fucking movements now, they were enjoying themselves more every moment.
He slid it into her, and she let her breasts bounce over his chest as she fucked vigorously. Ronnie was amazed at how much action she could put into her pussy. She didn't just lie on top of him, she put fire into her pussy, grasping it tightly.
"Fuck," he panted, "fuck it."
His hands gripped her ass-cheeks as he held her in place. Now he was really ramming it into her.
"Oh, Ronnie," Ellen panted, "I haven't had sex like this in ages. You don't know how good it feels to me."
"We're going to have a nice summer," he smiled as he went on slamming into her.