Chapter 6
Sally opened all her drapes to let the afternoon sunshine pour into her apartment. She gathered up a pile of fashion magazines and sat down on the couch facing the windows. This was Sally's favorite way of relaxing. She could thumb through the magazines, and then stare out over the treetops, and all the while she would rub her clit and dabble her fingers in and out of her silken cunt.
As she flipped the pages of the magazines, Sally thought about the male and female models. They were all so beautiful, but it was only a photograph. The clothes would only be worn during a brief photographic session, and the activities they were engaged in ... bicycling, skiing, dancing ... were only put on for the benefit of the camera.
She liked to follow fashions, and she noticed every style was sexy in its own way. The mini-skirts were still popular. Their sexiness was due to all the flesh they exposed. When longer skirts had become fashionable, their sexiness was due to the fact that they hid everything and made the imagination work, Sally had been very interested in wearing long skirts for a while. She had been dating a mechanical engineer, and he had designed a wonderful little device for Sally to hide under her long skirt. It was a dildo, and it was operated by the movement of her legs. It strapped between her thighs, and a spring forced it up her cunt. There were also strings attached to it which were tied around her knees. As she walked, the string would pull against the dildo, pulling it out of her juicy twat, and as she took a step and the string slacked, the spring would shove the dildo back ihto its warm hiding place. So as she walked anywhere, she was getting fucked by the fat plastic dildo that never got soft or tired.
"Dear old Phil," Sally said to herself, recalling the clever stud's name. "I wonder what he's inventing nowadays."
As Sally looked at the pictures of the long-skirted models, she began to think of the warm slender legs that were wrapped in the fabric of the dresses and how the long skirts would trap beautiful odors of the models' warm crotches and smooth legs. She thought how nice it would be if she could be a miniature person, the size of a small doll, and could have a little trapeze between some beautiful model's lovely legs and sit and swing amidst the long flowing skirts as the models strolled along.
While Sally was thinking these weird but pleasurable thoughts, she pressed her finger against the firm button of her clit and gently wagged it back and forth and up and down. She could spend hours like this, and often did. She would bring herself to the point of orgasm, then ease off with her finger on her clitoris and gently stroke the warm moist lips of her cunt and the puckered entrance to her ass, while the orgasm teetered on the brink of happening. When she teased herself for a while like this, and the orgasm was almost disappearing, she would grab her clit suddenly and violently jerk off until her orgasm was shaking her body. Then she would slowly begin the process all over again.
As Sally sat on the couch with the magazine in her lap and her pants off, she would hold her knees far apart, but her feet would be touching each other, and her heels would be brought up towards her body. As she sat like this with her fingers in her cunt, she suddenly became aware of something at her window. She looked up, and there, suspended by ropes, sat a man with a bucket of water in one hand and a window squeegee in the other. Sally never worried about people peeping in her windows, not only because her apartment was high above street level, but because being watched excited her more than it bothered her. Seeing this man at her window all of a sudden startled her, but after the initial reaction, it began to excite her very much. She didn't know how long he had been hanging there watching her, but it didn't really matter. When the window-washer became aware that he had been discovered, he didn't know quiet what to do, so he didn't do anything at first. He seemed to wait to see what Sally would do.
She didn't want to do anything that would embarrass him, so she slowly got up from the couch and walked towards the window, a smile on her face. When she got to the window, she opened it slightly and said in a sarcastic but friendly voice, "Would you like to come in for some cookies and milk, little boy?"
At first the man only stared at her, his mouth hanging open, but in a minute or two he pulled himself together and went along with the joke.
"Yes'm," he said, "I sure would like that."
Sally opened the window the rest of the way, and the man climbed through. Sally went back to the couch and sat down.
"The cookies and milk are in the kitchen, if that's what you really want," she said, "but you can have anything you see."
As she said this, she leaned back on the couch and spread her legs wide. Her pink slit opened, glistening with cunt juice and seemed to invite the window-washer's prick. As he looked at her juicy box, his big dick began to inflate. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants off. His huge pecker was staring right at Sally as he walked over to the couch.
Sally held her hands out to the approaching cock, and as soon as it came within reach, caressed it between her warm fingers. She ran her hands gently up and down the hot hard shaft. Using his tool like a handle, Sally sat him down on the couch next to her and leaned her head down towards the pulsating cock.
"Poor thing," she said softly to the head of his bulging cock, "sitting outside all day washing windows, getting stiff and hard out there and not having anything to stick yourself into."
As she whispered these words into the piss hole, she continued stroking his dick gently and weighing the big balls in the palm of her hand. The more she talked to and stroked the cock, the more it began to throb. She kissed it lightly on the head and ran her tongue around the corona.
"You're a big delicious cock," she said to it. "What a shame to waste something like you, hidden in a window-washer's pants all day."
As she talked to it, she slipped her mouth down over the long rod and began licking it with her hot, moist mouth. Sally bobbed her head up and down, sliding the powerful piece of meat in and out of her lips. Then she leaned back against the arm of the couch and reached out towards the Window-washer.
"Stick it in me!" she cried. "Stick it in my hot cunt! I want to feel that gorgeous prick in me!" The horny man immediately pounced on her and had no trouble sliding his meat-into her waiting box. As his hips moved back and forth, slamming his cock as far as he could into her sopping twat, she held him tightly around his muscular chest.
"Harder! Faster!" she panted as the window-washer worked away on her cunt. "Faster!" she repeated, then rammed her tongue into his mouth.
As his tool slid furiously in and out of her slimy hole, she slipped her hand between their two bodies and put the tip of her index finger on her clit, rubbing it in rapid little circles. She tensed the muscles in her cunt to grab at his cock as hard as she could. She could feel the swollen head ramming her pussy. With every thrust of his prick, Sally tightened her cunt around it as it pulled out on the back stroke. She forced her hips down towards the thrusting prick with every forward surge. Just as she felt her own orgasm beginning, the man on top of her gasped and she felt hot cum pour into her cunt, mingling with her own juices.
His big prick twitched with every squirt of hot jizz.
"Don't stop!" Sally screamed. "More! MORE!"
She held onto his body with her legs and arms and continued to thrust her hips up at him. He continued gallantly, and in a few seconds Sally's mind exploded in a powerful orgasm. Their bodies slumped down to rest, and her cunt continued to squeeze every precious drop of his juice into it.
As she felt his prick shriveling inside her hole, Sally said, "That was really wonderful."
"I liked it, too," said the window-washer.
"You'll have to crawl through my window again," she said.
"I wash my way down this side of the building every two weeks," he said, "so I'll keep my eye open for you."
They rested together for a while, then Sally brought out a dish of cookies and some milk for both of them.
When the window-washer had left, Sally went into the bedroom and lay down on her bed to rest. She stretched out on the luxury of her bed and soon fell asleep. As she slept, visions of fat stiff cocks and warm juicy cunts danced through her head. Just as her dreams were beginning to get really juicy, she was awakened by the telephone. It was her brother George, and he had an important favor to ask her. He and his wife were having an awful time trying to find a babysitter for their kids, and they asked Sally if she were free that evening.
Sally admitted that she had nothing else to do and she would babysit. This didn't exactly excite Sally. The last time she had babysat for her brother's kids was several years before, and Donnie, the boy, was a real terror.
Well, she thought, that was a few years ago. Maybe he's settled down since then. After all, he was almost sixteen years old, and the last time she had seen him, a few months ago, he was beginning to look like a handsome young stud.
Later that evening when Sally left her apartment, the phone rang. It was Robert calling for a date. Too late. Sally was already in the elevator on her way to her brother's.
Her brother George lived in the suburbs about a half-hour away. It was a beautiful night, and Sally enjoyed the drive. She parked in front of her brother's house and went up to the door. It was a beautiful house, and Sally thought that some day she would like to get married and have a nice home of her own, but there was plenty of time for that. She enjoyed being single and fucking everyone that she could.
Her brother came to the door and let her in. George was a tall, good-looking man, a few years older than Sally. His wife Cathy was about Sally's age, and had almost as nice a body. Their two children, Donnie and Sharon, were nice kids, but, like all kids their age, were full of energy which they used, it seemed, by making noise and being pests.
"Help, Mommy! He's gonna hit me!"
It was Sharon streaking through the room in a panic, hollering at the top of her lungs. She was followed by Donnie, chasing her and yelling, "I told her I'd hit her if she ... "
As soon as Donnie saw his Aunt Sally, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Oh ... uh ... hi, Aunt Sally," he said.
"Hi, Donnie. How are you?" Sally said as she looked at the young lad. She noticed his eyes were glued to the front of her tight sweater. The boy was at the age of wild horniness and an inability to score very often with girls his own age.
Sally could see by the growing lump in the boy's pants that he was getting turned on by her sexy body.
While Sally and Donnie were looking at each other, getting homy, Cathy strolled into the room, wearing a beautiful evening gown. All eyes went immediately to her. She really was a beautiful woman. She looked like she could be a movie star. The evening gown showed off her beautiful curves and was very low-cut. The tops of her smooth white tits were exposed, and they bounced slightly as she walked.
What a beautiful, sexy family, Sally thought. Except for Sharon, who's still a little young, I'd love to go to bed with any and all of them.
Cathy and George were putting their coats on and were ready to go.
"I hope they won't be too much trouble," said Cathy. She turned to her kids and said, "Now you kids be good and don't give Sally a hard lame."
"I think well all get along just fine," said Sally. "Your kids and I understand each other, and I'm sure there won't be any problems."
The three of them sat in the living room and watched television for a while. Sally noticed that Donnie would look over at her every now and then, and stare at her tits or her thighs, which showed at the bottom of her short skirt. Sally would catch his eye occasionally and smile at the young boy. He would smile back, but then immediately turn back to the television.
Before too long, Sharon announced that she was going to bed. She said good night, and gave Sally a good-night kiss, then climbed the stairs to her bedroom.
With Sharon out of the way; Sally immediately began to plot out a scheme to get her hands on her young handsome nephew. She was very disappointed when, a few minutes after his sister, Donnie said good night and started up the stairs.
"Good night, Donnie," she said, letting the disappointment she felt be heard in her voice. Well, I'll just have to be satisfied babysitting, Sally thought.
She stretched out on the couch and looked at the television set. The TV wasn't enough,to keep Sally occupied for long. She decided she would go into the kitchen and see if she could find something to munch on. As she passed the bottom of the staircase, she looked up and could see. Donnie's bedroom door. It was open slightly, and she saw that his light was on. She hated to let a possibility like this go by without giving it the old college try.
She slowly and quietly walked up the stairs and peeked in the open door. The door was only opened about an inch, and she could only see Bonnie's face and shoulders as he sat up in bed. He appeared to be reading. As Sally moved her head over, she could change her viewpoint and see the boy's young firm body. She slowly moved her head to the side and got a slow, scanning shot of the boy sitting quietly in bed. It appeared to Sally that his arm was moving slightly up and down, but she couldn't see his hand, and she didn't know for sure what the boy was doing, but she had a pretty good idea.
She leaned closer to the open door and peered in as much as she could. She could just barely see that his hand was wrapped around his beautiful long cock. He was slowly sliding it up and down the shaft. In his other hand was a magazine, and Sally could just make out that there was a picture of a woman with her legs spread far apart on the page.
The idea that this beautiful young stud was about to jerk off and waste a load of his steaming cum on his own belly, made Sally wild with passion. Her mind raced. What could she possibly do to prevent such a "tragic waste of young cock? She didn't want to startle the young boy. That would ruin it for sure. She had to play this just right. She stood a few steps to the side so he couldn't see her through the crack in the door. Then she made a few loud footstep sounds by stamping her feet. That would give the boy a chance to cover up his throbbing dick and his jerking off. Then Sally quietly and gently tapped on his door. She heard the sounds of his sheets and blankets being quickly thrown over his body, and the sound of the magazine.being quickly thrust under the covers.
"Who is it?" he asked in a surprised voice.
"It's me, Aunt Sally," she said in as friendly a voice as she could. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah sure," said Donnie.
She opened the door and walked over to his bed.
"Can I sit down?" she said.
"Y-Yeah," the boy stammered.
Sally sat down on the edge of the bed, facing Donnie. She put her hand on the bed, on the other side of his body, so she was leaning directly over him.
"I noticed your light was on, so I decided to come up and talk for a while ... if you don't mind, that is. We really haven't talked together for a long time, and I think it's really nice to talk to young people and find out what they're thinking about."
Donnie looked up at her, not quite sure what to expect next.
"Do you have a girl friend, Donnie?" Sally asked.
"Well, not really one in particular," the boy said, squirming uncomfortably. His moving around under the covers made the magazine fall onto the floor. Sally bent over and picked it up.
"Well, what's this?" she said as she turned the pages of the magazine. Each page had a picture of a sexy chick in a position that would show off either her huge tits or her wide-open cunt and asshole.
"I hope some of your girl friends are flesh and blood and not just pictures in a" magazine," Sally said, trying to sound as friendly as she could. She really didn't want to embarrass the young boy.
"Oh, sure," he said. "I just look at that magazine once in a while to compare the pictures with the girls I know."
"Well, how do they compare?" asked Sally.
"Well," he said slowly, "actually, the girls in the magazines have bigger tits than most of the girls I know."
"They don't have bigger tits than me," Sally said, smiling at her nephew.
"No, that's for sure," he said. He seemed to be getting more relaxed.
"Besides, even if the girlll let you feel her up and finger her, you don't really get a chance to see what her cunt looks like. Girls usually like all the lights off and things like that."
"Well, young girls are usually shy," Sally said, even though she could never remember being shy herself. "Do you ever get a chance to do anything but feel them up and ringer them?"
"Well, not yet," admitted Donnie. "But one girl I've been going out with is coming around, and.I think I'll get a chance real soon."
Sally had been getting very excited during this sexy conversation with her nephew. Now that she knew the boy was a virgin, she could hardly control herself. She could feel the warm juice oozing from her cunt and wetting her thighs.
"Your first time will be very important," she said. "You don't want to make any mistakes. Maybe I can give you a few pointers."
"Gee, that would be great," said Donnie, his eyes widening with anticipation.
"Well, what will be the first thing you'll do with your girl friend?" she asked.
"Well, first III kiss her and then I'll slip my hand into her blouse. I always try to get my hand on a girl's tit right away., That seems to make everything go a little smoother."
"Good idea," she said. "I know. Why don't we pretend I'm your girl friend? Show me exactly what you plan to do."
The boy seemed somewhat startled. "You mean I should really..." "Yes," said Sally. "Go right ahead."
"Well," the boy said, "uh ... why don't you lean back on the bed and I'll show you?"
Sally lay down next to Donnie. "Okay," she said, "show me exactly what you're going to do." The boy leaned over her and brought his lips down on her slightly opened mouth. Sally pushed her tongue into the boy's warm mouth. This proved to him that she really meant business, and he suddenly became the horny young stud she knew he really was. He slipped his hand up into her blouse and over the huge mound of her heaving tit. He massaged her swollen boob expertly, and as he ground his face into hers, his fingers rolled her erect nipple around as if he were examining a marble.
She held him tight and ran her fingers up and down his backbone. She reached down one hand and slid her fingertips along the crack of his youthful ass. He lifted his lips off hers and began kissing her neck and licking her ear.
"That feels really good," she whispered. "You really know how to turn a woman on. But don't forget I still have my clothes on."
With this, he began unbuttoning her blouse. When he had it all undone, he sat up and slipped the blouse over her shoulders and off her arms. He looked down at her huge tits. As she lay back down on the bed, he lowered his face over one of them and put the hard nipple into his mouth. He began sucking on it as hard as he could.
She ran her fingers into his hair and pulled his face even harder against her firm tits. He reached up her short skirt and laid his hand firmly against her steaming hot twat. She let a small moan escape her lips.
"Take off my skirt and panties," she whispered.
The boy sat up and began unbuttoning her skirt, keeping the blankets around his own waist. She reached down and threw the blankets off him. His young cock stood out strongly from his body. It was beautifully proportioned and very big. Sally looked down at his throbbing cock and took it in her soft hand.
"You're really well equipped," she said.
"Thanks. So are you, Aunt Sally."
She lifted her hips, and he slipped her mini-skirt and panties off at one time. Donnie stared down at the thick mass of curly black hair and ran his fingers up and down the insides of her thighs.
"Take a good look," she said as she raised one leg and threw it over the boy's body. She spread her knees as wide as she could and wrapped her feet around each other so that she held the youth encircled in her long, shapely legs. He stared at the spread lips of the juicy pussy. He slipped two fingers into the hot cunt and spread the lips even farther apart. He poked and speared into every corner of her luscious cunt. The delicious odor of that warm pit rose to their nostrils. Sally took the boy's hand and put his index fingertip on her stiff little clitoris, wiggling it around in a circular motion.
"This is where it really counts," she instructed the boy.
He spread her cuntlips with one hand and with the other rubbed her clitoris and slid his strong, bony finger far into her hole. Sally began writhing in ecstasy and moaning softly. She caressed his large balls and stroked his thighs and asscheeks. She didn't want to handle his beautiful rod too much, because she knew it was on the verge of exploding, and she wanted to save that for "her horny smoldering cunt.
She let the boy explore her twat with his eyes and fingers for a few more minutes and then, grabbing his shoulders, pulled him on top of her, saying, "Stick it in me. Shove your beautiful young cock into my pussy. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
The boy had a little difficulty finding.her hole with his blind cock, so she reached down and guided his shaft into her wet, waiting cunt. Once the boy had his tool inside, he began pumping in and out furiously. In a few seconds, Sally felt his tremendous hot load of jizz splashing into her steaming cunt.
- The young boy had come before Sally, and she held him tightly between her legs. She continued thrusting her hips up to her nephew, shoving his cock deep into her cunt, and just as she felt his cock becoming soft, she reached her orgasm, moaning and grunting loudly. As her orgasm washed over her like a wave, her body settled down into a relaxed heap with her young nephew lying on top of her.
They lay this way for quite a while, with his soft prick limply filling her cunt.
"You're terrific," she whispered in his ear. "You're going to drive the girls wild. That big cock of yours would be a great prize for any hungry cunt. Once the word gets out about your talents, you're really going to be in demand."
As Sally complimented the boy, she felt his prick growing once again in her pussy. As it stretched into her soft hole, her juices began to flow again. In a few seconds the boy had achieved another fantastic hard-on and began slowly sliding it in and out of her drooling twat. Sally was thrilled at the young boy's power of rejuvenation. As Donnie swiveled his hips, thrusting his cock into Sally's juicy twat, she reached down and put her hands on his firm asscheeks, controlling his fucking to give her the most satisfaction. She could feel the swollen head of his rod slide back and forth against the silky smooth and sopping wet flesh of her cunt. With a little help from Sally, Donnie was expertly sliding his prick its full length into her pussy, then withdrawing until he could feel her inner lips meeting the firm-ridge that stood out around the head of his hot prick. As he leisurely pumped away at her, she drew his face down on hers, and their lips crushed together in a sweltering wet kiss. Their tongues played with each other and slipped into each other's mouths.
While Donnie supported some of his weight on one of his arms, he slipped his other hand under Sally's thighs and explored her tender flesh. His fingers glided over the crack of her ass and the insides of her damp thighs near her cunt. He felt his own stiff cock sliding smoothly in and out of her hole. He became a little more confident and pushed his fingertip into the warm crack of her soft- ass.
"That feels so good," Sally purred. "Stick a finger in my asshole."
She hoped this wouldn't startle the inexperienced boy, and she was pleased to notice that it didn't.
He pressed his little finger firmly against the tightly puckered opening of her bung. Her well-brained asshole muscles relaxed and made it easier for the boy to insert his finger. Once it was, in a few inches, he began to feel around the walls of her hot hole. He could feel his prick on the other side of the thin wall, separating the two chambers. He found that he could press against his own cock, thereby giving himself an extra thrill while increasing Sally's lust, also. "
At the same time, Sally was reaching into his crack, stretching her fingers towards his asshole. She couldn't quite reach, and the young boy lifted one of his thighs up towards her waist and slid a little over to the side that her probing hand was coming from. With the boy's help, SaHy was now able to reach his puckered brownie and slip her middle finger into it up to her first knuckle. She began to move her finger in a small circle, just inside the boy's bung.
Because they had both so recently come, they were able to keep up the slow fuck for quite some time. After many long minutes, they both began to feel another orgasm being born where their hot crotches met. They began to speed up the pace and were both beginning to sweat. As the orgasm slowly built in intensity, they fucked faster and faster. As their orgasms became a reality, their bodies were wildly flailing at each other, and they were panting loudly in each other's ears.
As the intense passion crescendoed in them, they writhed in each other's arms while the ecstasy of coming pounded through them. They were both delirious with pleasure, every nerve in their bodies short-circuited by the tremendous orgasms. The intense feelings soon melted into a happy dazed state.
Donnie rolled off Sally's limp body and sank into the softness of his mattress. They both looked at each other with soft smiles on their faces. Donnie's eyes closed, and Sally knew he was drifting off to sleep. She watched him sleep for a while, then slipped out of his bed and got dressed.
The next morning Donnie would wake up and wonder if it had all been a dream. He wouldn't be sure until he smelled the delicious odor that remained on his fingers.
Sally went downstairs, but instead of turning on the TV, she merely sat down on the couch and relived every beautiful moment with Donnie.