Chapter 1
At fourteen, Ron was felled by a blood disease which responded to treatment, but left him in an anemic state. As the boy went from treatment into recuperation, the doctor recommended special diet and told his mother it would be better for Ron to get away from the overcrowded, polluted area in which they lived and spend a couple of months in the country with fresh air and sunshine.
His mother had a sister who lived on a farm in another state. When Ron's aunt heard about the problem, she urged her sister to send him right away.
It wasn't a big farm and Ron's uncle was able to run it with the help of one hired hand. On arrival, Ron offered to help, but was told he could do a few light chores and nothing more, that he should swim in the creek, spend a lot of time in the sun and watch his diet carefully.
As a result, Ron spent a lot of time around the house with his Aunt Angela, a robust, laughing woman in her mid-thirties. He liked her from the start and she liked him.
Ron was fascinated by the bigness of her breasts which jutted alarmingly through whatever she wore. He kept stealing glances at them and his aunt soon became aware of his interest. Far from being bothered by it, she was rather pleased.
Her hardworking husband rarely had the energy for sex and seemed to consider her little more than a maid. In the early days, he too had been fascinated by her breasts, but it had been a long time since he'd noticed them or anything else about her. The boy's keen interest filled a need which had been nagging subtly for a long time.
Angela had never had children and wasn't accustomed to having a fourteen-year-old boy around the house, especially one who was so fascinated by her breasts.
She excited herself with the thought of walking into Ron's room, naked to the waist, or perhaps totally naked, but she pushed the thought out of her mind, telling herself that he was just an innocent little boy and the son of her own sister at that.
Perhaps she could have left it that way, but Ron, unknowingly took a hand in matters and caused a change in her thinking, put too great a strain on her good intentions.
Ron was passing the upstairs bedroom where his aunt and uncle slept, when he noticed one of her bras on a chair beside their bed. Magentized, he slipped into the room and picked up the garment. As he stared at the size of the cups, he tried to picture the breasts which would fill them. Mental images churned so strongly that he was only barely aware of opening his fly and taking a stiff penis out.
He was completely unaware of footsteps on the stairs or that they stopped at the doorway of the room.
Angela managed to stifle a gasp of surprise as she saw the boy and realized what he was doing. She held her breath as she stared in wonder.
He stood in profile to her, his face contorted with passion, his hard little penis rubbing in one of the cups of her bra. Almost instantly, shock turned to excitement mingled with pity.
Ron's eyes went wide with terror when he saw her standing in the doorway. His face flushed with color as he dropped the bra and tried to stuff his penis back into his pants.
Before he could achieve it, Angela had an arm around him and was holding him and trying to comfort him.
"It's all right, Ron," she said, her tone warm. "All boys pull themselves and a lot of them are interested in women's bras and panties and things like that. I'm not angry with you, dear."
Angela sat on the bed and had Ron sit beside her, her arm around his shoulders, his face close to the breasts which he so longed to see. Through the window, she saw her husband riding the tractor near the far end of their property. The hired hand wouldn't dare enter the house without being invited, so they had absolute privacy.
Her initial urge was to strip naked and have intercourse with the boy, but she found the strength to push the thought into the back of her mind. Comforting him was one thing, she told herself, but seducing him was another, entirely.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Angela," he said for the third time, "I just couldn't help it."
"Ron dear, I keep telling you I'm not angry. I want you to understand that. I know how my big tits must be a fascinating thing to a boy of your age. I can understand that you'd want to feel my bra and rub your dick in it."
"I ... I wasn't going to go off in it, Auntie, honest," he told her.
"It wouldn't have been any harm if you did, dear, it is just a cotton bra and it's washable. A little of your cream wouldn't have done any harm. Were you close to the edge? Were you almost ready to shoot?"
"Yes."
"We'll have to do something, dear. We can't see you suffering as you are."
"But I know I did a bad thing, Auntie. I don't see how you can be nice to me like this. I deserve to be punished."
"All right, dear, I think I can see your point. When a boy feels he has done something naughty, he needs to be punished in some way. I'm not angry with you, but I am going to punish you because I think you need it. Right now, I'm going to take your pants down, take you over my lap and give you a spanking on your bare bum. After that, I'll take your poor little bird in my hand and pull it for you. I know, you can hold my bra and when you go off, let your cream shoot into one of the big cups of my bra. That should make you feel a lot better. Stand up now, dear and I'll take your pants down for a spanking."
Trembling, not sure he could understand all his aunt was saying, he got to his feet, with a little help, then she was opening the top of his pants and pulling them and his briefs down.
As he looked down at his naked penis, he saw that it had gone soft. Ron felt he should be blushing at showing his organ to his aunt like that, but he wasn't.
The boy's pants fell to his ankles, then his aunt raised her bottom from the bed and jerked her dress up. She wore no stockings, and as she sat on the edge of the bed again, he saw her big, smooth white thighs and felt his body trembling with excitement. Her dress had been pulled so high that he saw a little of her white panties between the tops of her thighs.
"Come now, Ron, lie over my lap for your spanking," she told him and took him by the arm and helped him into position. "Yes, there, that's it, your dickie is tucked between my thighs. They'll keep it nice and warm while I warm your bare bum with my hand. That's it, just lie as you are, dear, Auntie will do the rest."
Holding his right arm with her left hand, Angela's right hand patted the smooth young cheeks, then she was spanking them. She had never spanked before and wondered why she had decided to spank him, then what had been meant as punishment for the boy, became something wildly sexual to her.
She didn't spank hard but the sounds of the smacks, the feel of a buttock under her slapping hand and the squirming of the boy on her thighs drove her wild with arousal. And then there was another factor as she felt his penis stiffening between her thighs.
Angela came close to losing control as she realized that he was sharing the erotic excitement of the spanking, that it was doing to him just what it was doing to her.
Not knowing what to do, she went on spanking and his nether cheeks became pink all over, then the color began a gradual transition to hot red.
Angela fought against her desire as she went on smacking his squirming bottom, fearing she would not have the strength to resist seducing him, then there was another unexpected development, one which solved the problem for her.
"Oh ... I've got to ... I can't...." his words failed and a groan broke from him. At the same moment, the woman felt his semen shooting between her thighs.
"Let it go, darling," she urged, "that's it ... shoot it all on my thighs. ... You'll feel better now," she encouraged as spurt after spurt of semen pumped into the silken nest in which his penis was buried.
When he was finished, she held him on her bare thighs and fondled his red buttocks, marveling at the heat of them.
"Do you feel better now, darling?" she asked as her hand continued to fondle his buttocks.
"Yes, Auntie. You ... you're so good to me. You don't get mad."
"Why should I get mad? That spanking excited me as much as it did you. I'd never spanked anyone before. Is your bum hurting too much?"
"No, it doesn't hurt. It's all tingly and feels so good. I didn't know spanking was like that. It was the first one for me too."
"Then you really liked it?"
"Oh yes, it was great. Sure, it stung like mad, but I didn't want you to stop. I can't understand it. It made me cry like that, but still I liked it all the way. I didn't want you to stop."
"I'm afraid I don't understand it either, dear," Angela told him. "Right now though, I've got a lot of things to. think about. Be a dear and get me a towel so I can wipe my thighs."
Getting off her lap, Ron pulled his pants and briefs up, covering a warm, tingling behind, then he hurried to get the towel. She gave him a warm smile when he returned with it.
"You sure had a lot of cream, dear," she told him as she parted her big thighs to wipe off the semen.
In doing so, she showed the crotch of her panties and the boy trembled as he saw tendrils of pubic hair curling around the edges.
"Do you like my panties too, Ron?" she asked with a smile.
"I like everything about you, Auntie, especially now, after all this."
"We'll talk again, dear, when we get a chance. I hear the tractor coming this way. Maybe you should go to your room and get settled down."
Angela did a lot of thinking and much of it concerned her relationship with her nephew. The excitement of the spanking continued to amaze her as she recalled the wild thrill of having him lying on her thighs while she smacked his smooth cheeks.
That he had so enjoyed it, made her wonder whether she too would enjoy being spanked, and if so, just what she was going to do about it.
As they prepared for bed that night, Angela did her best to get her husband interested in sex, but he grunted, turned his back and was asleep almost at once. Frustration gripped her and she contrasted his lack of interest in sex, with the eager attitude of her nephew.
Although Angela didn't know it then, she was already well on the way to making a momentous decision, one which would have a profound effect on the formation and direction of the boy's sexual tastes.
When her husband went out to do the chores the next morning, Angela went to Ron's room and woke him with a cup of tea. She sat on the edge of his bed until he was fully awake.
"We're going to have a long talk this afternoon, dear," she told him and rubbed a hand through his hair. "I want a promise from you right now."
"What's that, Aunt Angela?"
"I want you to promise that, no matter what, you won't pull yourself this morning. Do you promise?"
"Yes, but why?"
"I'm not really sure myself, dear," she told him. "I have so much to work out in my mind and we have so much to talk about. Maybe this afternoon I'll pull you off in my bra. Do boys still call it pulling off?"
"Yes, or jerking off or pulling your wire."
"I knew a man who called it beating his bishop or pounding his pudding," she told him and they laughed.
It wasn't easy to resist the urge to wrap a hand around his bishop, which had become excitingly hard, so he went to the bathroom, then got dressed and went downstairs.
Ron did all his chores, then looked around for other things he could do to kill time. Fortunately, they ate lunch at noon, then by one o'clock, his uncle had gone back out to the fields. Ron offered to help with the dishes and he and his aunt hurried through them. The kitchen in order, they went upstairs to her room, the boy following her, watching the working of her chubby buttocks in her tight skirt and admiring her shapely legs. He noticed that she was wearing nylons, the first time she had done so since his arrival.
"So you really enjoyed your spanking, did you?" Angela asked as she sat on a chair and motioned him toward the bed, opposite. As she sat, she crossed her legs and he caught an exciting glimpse of nylon sheathed thighs and expanded nylon tops.
"I sure did. I was so excited I had a tough time getting to sleep last night."
"I understand, dear, it was the same with me. In fact, I had to put my finger in my pussy and have a couple of comes before I could get to sleep."
"I pulled myself off. I didn't know girls did it though."
"Sure. A woman gets a finger in her pussy and fingers a little bud, it's called a clitoris. When she does that, she has a come that can be very, very strong and good. She doesn't shoot though, it all happens inside her pussy."
"I'm getting so excited again, Auntie," Ron told her, his face flushed. "Are you really going to pull me off today?"
"Probably, dear. Tell me, would you like another spanking on the bare bum?"
"Yes, I think so. I don't know if it could be as good as it was yesterday."
"I think it could be even more exciting, dear," she told him and he saw her pull the hem of her dress higher, showing bare skin above her nylons. "Do you like the way my legs and thighs look in nylons? I wore them and a garter belt, especially for you."
"Oh yes, they're beautiful. Gee, Auntie, I'm so excited."
"Think about being bare naked and lying across my thighs," she told him, then opened the top button of her blouse, causing his eyes to widen with excitement. "I'm going to take my blouse off, dear," she told him, then opened another button. "You're going to see my bra, but not just empty on a chair. You'll see what it looks like when it's filled with my nice big tits. Do you want to see that, darling?"
"Oh yes," he groaned and felt his penis throb.
While he stared, she unfastened the rest of the buttons, pulled her blouse open, held it for a few seconds as he feasted on the sight of a black, shiny bra, then she pulled the blouse off and tossed it away.
"I wore my prettiest bra for you, dear," she told him, then he watched her hands go to the bra and fondle the big cups, a look of passion on her face. "It feels so good," she said with a sigh. "My tits are so big and so firm."
"Please, Auntie, let me feel," he asked, his eyes pleading silently.
"Later, dear, after I've spanked your bum-bum and made it all nice and tingly for you. I don't want to get my skirt all wrinkled while I'm spanking you," she said as she got to her feet, "so I guess I'd better take it off. I'm not wearing any slip, just my black, nylon panties. You may like the way I look in just my bra and panties."
While the boy sat trembling, she turned her back to him, unfastened the waist of her skirt, then the zipper sounded loud in the quiet room as she pushed it down. A second later, she was pushing the skirt down and Roy was staring in erotic delight at the sight of sheer panties, black nylon caressing white skin and showing much of her ample buttocks which the garment failed to cover. Where the panties did cover, they didn't hide, and then he was staring at the shadowy valley between her massive buttocks. It was a sight he couldn't even have dreamed of and it caused perspiration to run down his body.
The sight was no less exciting when she turned to face him, smiling warmly.
"Strip bare naked now, dear," she told him, "then I'll take you on my lap and give you a spanking. When you've been spanked, we're going to have lots of fun."
Her eyes shone with passion as she watched the boy undressing, his trembling fingers inefficiently fumbling with his clothes.
"I'm going to try not to go too far with you, Ron," she told him, "not to go all the way, but I'm not sure I am going to be able to stop once I get started. You understand what I mean, dear?"
"I ... I think so. I'm not sure."
"Well, dear, what I mean is that since I'm your aunt, it wouldn't really be right for me to fuck you. I'm going to try to stop short of that."
"I hope you can't stop," he told her quietly. I want to fuck. It has to be a lot more fun than just pulling in your hand."
"My you look pretty when you're bare naked with your prick stiff like that. We'll stop talking about fucking. Come lie over my beautiful big thighs and I'll spank fires into your smooth little ass. After that, I think I'll be ready for you to give me a spanking," she told him and he felt his breath catch in his throat.
"You mean ... on the bare bum?"
"That's what I mean. I have to know what it's like. I'll take my panties down and lie over your lap. I think you'll know what to do from there."
"Please Auntie, when it's time, let me take off your panties for you. I'd love to take a woman's panties down very slowly and look at her bare bum. Yours is so white and big and beautiful."
"We'll see, dear. Come take your spanking now," she told him as she sat on the armless chair and patted her thighs in invitation.
His penis twitching as he walked, Ron went to his aunt and lay across her thighs, groaning with arousal as his bare skin rubbed warmly across them. She took her time about positioning him, looked out the window to check her husband's location, then, smiling, began the spanking.
The thrill was as great for her as it had been the day before and, despite his crying and kicking, he found it even more thrilling. As she had done previously, she spanked until his buttocks had been totally covered with a warm shade of red and he was crying loudly, squirming, his legs kicking, then she stopped and played with warm, exciting nether cheeks while fires raged inside the crotch of her panties.
When Ron got off his aunt's lap, she watched, smiling, as he twisted in front of a mirror to see the color she had smacked into his buttocks. Even through his tears, she could see how delighted and stimulated he was, and what his eyes told her, his stiff penis confirmed.
"Do it to me, Ron," she said, urgency in her tone as she stood. "Take my panties down and spank my bare ass."
Hurrying to his aunt, Ron wiped his eyes so that he could see better, then dropped to his knees behind her. His hands went to her panties, but instead of pulling them down, he fondled and squeezed the big cheeks as he trembled with anticipation, telling himself that he wasn't dreaming, that he was really going to see and then spank her excitingly big, smooth behind.
"Hurry dear," she panted as her hands squeezed the cups of her bra hard, "take my panties down and spank my bare ass. Make it sting like I made yours sting and make my big cheeks all rosy red and hot."
Ron moved his hands to the waistband of Angela's panties, fumbled, then was able to grip them and begin to pull them down. As he unveiled her big, white bottom while she panted with arousal, his heart hammered in his rib cage.
Nothing he had ever seen could compare with the exciting beauty of peeling the black panties down to bare the magnificently formed white cheeks and the deep, mysterious valley between.
And then her panties stretched across her thighs, well below her naked bottom, and he stole a feel of both cheeks before he got up and went to sit on the chair. As she walked to him, his eyes moved down from the jutting bra cups to admire the wide triangle of black foliage on the base of her tummy and between her thighs.
And then she was standing at his right side, she paused, then groaned aloud as she lay across his bare thighs and covered his twitching penis. She wondered whether the rubbing which would be involved in the spanking would cause him to go off as it had the previous day, but that didn't matter to her. All that mattered was that she was going to be spanked for the first time in her life and her fourteen-year-old nephew was going to do the spanking.
But before he could commence spanking, Ron had to fondle and squeeze her buttocks as she rubbed impatiently on his thighs and panted for him to start the spanking at once. Reluctantly, he released the cheek he had been holding and gave it a stinging smack. His arm went up again and his hand came down on the other cheek. With each contact, a little grunt broke from the boy and it was joined by a squeal of delight from his aunt as she loved the feel of the first two spanks and knew she was going to like those which followed, at least equally.
Ron couldn't believe his good fortune as he went on spanking the big cheeks which bounced as the sting of the smacking worked into the fleshy mounds and the pristine white changed to exciting pink while nylon sheathed legs kicked furiously and his aunt cried as he had cried during his two spankings.
It took a lot of spanking to paint the big cheeks the shade of pink he wanted, but he was delighted to apply the necessary number of spanks to do the job. He wanted to go on and keep slapping until her buttocks were rosy red, but his mind finally began to work and told him that if he got her buttocks too sore, she wouldn't enjoy the spanking and that she may never let him do it again. After that, there were only two more spanks, one on each cheek, then he felt the hot rounds, his hands constantly moving over warm, red nether cheeks.
Her crying softened and stopped, then she was rubbing hotly across his thighs and penis and he sensed he had not overdone it, that she was still aroused and happy and that she would want to be spanked again.
Only then did he recall her words which indicated she may take him to bed and have intercourse with him. As the thought grew stronger in his mind, he trembled and did his best to get his hand into her crotch to feel the mystery of womanhood which she kept hidden there. Because her thighs were pressed together, he couldn't quite attain his goal, so he resumed rubbing her buttocks and using a finger to explore her exciting crack.
When she got off his lap, her panties falling around her feet, Aunt Angela's eyes shone wetly as she rubbed at her madly tingling buttocks with both hands while she did a little dance which caused her feet to tangle in her fallen panties, almost causing her to fall. Seeing that, Ron crouched beside her and she supported herself with a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of them. As she went on doing the exciting little dance, Ron watched her crotch and was rewarded with glimpses of her vulva under the bushy crown of pubic hair.
As he looked higher and saw her bra, he thought with irony that while her breasts had been the first part of her to draw his erotic interest, they were going to be the last part of her he was to see. She smiled when he told her that.
"More than just that, dear," she told him, smiling. "If it hadn't been for your interest in my bra, none of this would have happened. Come on to the bed, darling, I'll let you take my bra off. You've surely earned the right to see and play with my big tits."
Ron had difficulty unhooking her bra, but that was just another exciting element to his aunt as she watched their reflection in the mirror. At last, he slipped the final hook and it popped open.
Angela pulled the straps off her arms and thought her nephew was going to faint as he stared at her big breasts, trembling violently. Her breasts jutted like balloons that had been filled a little too full of air and would explode at the slightest touch. He tried, with difficulty, to focus on one nipple, then on both, then on the entire package.
"You haven't said anything, dear," Angela teased, "don't you like Auntie's pretty little titties?"
"Little?" he gasped. "Holy mackrel, they must be the biggest in the world. Oh Auntie, I never saw anything so exciting."
"That's what you said about my bum when you took my panties down. Which do you like better, my tits or my ass?"
"I ... I don't know. Please, may I feel them?"
"Of course, dear, get on the bed with me and have a feel day. Rub them up, make my nipples long and hard, then see how much tit you can stuff into your mouth. I love having my tits sucked and your uncle hasn't done that in a long time."
"He must be nuts," the boy said and his aunt laughed.
"I think so too, he's even too lazy to lie down on my belly and fuck me. That's why I have to keep fingering my cunt all the time, because I can never get him to stick his cock in it and give me what I want."
"I'd love to do that, Auntie," Ron told her as he went on playing with her breasts, watching her nipples elongate.
"I have a feeling you're going to, darling. I know it isn't right for an aunt to do that with her nephew, but fuck it. I'm too horny now to think of what's right or wrong. I just want to get fucked. Get some tit in your mouth, dear," she urged. "Take all you can and suck it, then you can take my cunt and fuck it."
Ron filled his mouth with breast, then he was sucking greedily while his aunt rubbed his face and head, pressing against his face, trying to stuff more of it into his warm mouth.
"Oh my God, darling, it's lovely the way you suck my tits, but I need something more now. I want a hard prick in my cunt. I want you lying on my belly and fucking me."
"Oh yes, Auntie," Ron replied, eagerly as she fell back on the bed and opened her legs wide.
Hurriedly, he crouched and stared at the folds of her vulva in the thrilling frame of her wide, warm crotch. He felt his penis throbbing with desire and was so wildly aroused that he feared he was going to cry. The excitement of it all was almost more than he could stand.
"Oh Auntie, it's so exciting. Please, may I touch it?"
"Yes dear, feel Auntie's cunt. See how hot it is. If you want to, you can finger it a little and make it juicy," she told him, panting. "First, see where your uncle is and then hurry back before I catch fire and burn up.
Ron hurried toward the window, felt panic when he didn't see the man, then he spotted him crouching in the field, far away from the house. As he ran back to the bed, his aunt smiled at the sight of his male equipment in motion.
"Come and get it, you darling lover," she panted and rubbed a hand over her vulva. "Get that cock in me fast, then fuck me real slow. Make it last as long as you can. You'll never know how long my pussy has been waiting for this fuck."
"I've been waiting longer than you," he told her as he knelt between her widely spread legs. "I never had a fuck yet. I thought I was gonna have to wait years yet."
"It's only seconds now, darling. Go ahead and push it up my cunt, then you'll be ready for your first fuck. I hope it's as big a thrill for you as it is for me."
It was a shared delight as the boy lowered himself onto his aunt's naked body, then he was pushing his hard little penis into the enveloping heat of her moist organ and her arms wrapped around him as though she feared the boy would escape.
But he had no thought of escaping as he pushed hard and then his penis was buried in her, his body pressing hotly in her crotch.
"Do I just work it in and out now?" Ron asked her.
"Yes, darling, but be slow. You're going to go off fast enough as it is. Yes, that's the way, dear, nice and slow and easy. Oh Jesus, it feels lovely to have you riding on my belly like this. Get your face in between my tits. That's it .. oh Jesus, what joy. I may not just come. I may go straight to Heaven and never come back to earth."
Wanting to make his strokes even longer, Roy pulled his organ back a little too far and as he pushed ahead, found that he was outside the door as he jabbed her in the crotch.
"Don't worry, dear," she told him, calmly, "just stick it in again. There, that's the way, you dear, darling boy. Fuck your horny old Auntie's hot cunt just like you're doing."
Realizing that he couldn't possible last long enough to bring her to orgasm, Angela put a hand between them and found her clitoris with the tip of a finger. While his penis stroked inside her vagina, her finger rubbed hotly and she felt the early tension which told her she was going to make it in time after all.
But she didn't quite. She was poised on the brink when her nephew panted and grunted as he ground down in her crotch and she felt his semen shooting strongly into her. Seconds later, she climaxed too and crushed him with her strong arms and legs as the orgasm spread through her entire being.
The next morning, Angela bathed carefully and, after checking where her husband was, went to wake Ron. rather than the usual cup of tea, she presented herself, totally naked. She shook him by the shoulder and at the sight of his naked aunt looming over him, he woke fast.
Getting into bed beside him, she took him in her arms and they kissed passionately as his hands explored her body and his penis stiffened.
"Oh Auntie, are you going to start my day with a spanking?"
"Yes dear, that is, I'm going to if you'll warm my arse for me."
"I sure will. And then are we going to fuck?"
"Yes. I've said good bye to my good intentions about not fucking you. For the rest of the time you spend here, I'm going to fuck the ass off you. I'm not sure it's good for your recuperation, but it shouldn't really do you an, harm."
"It is good for me, Auntie. I feel better and stronger today than I've felt for a long time."
"Your cock feels strong enough," she said as she took it in her hand. I don't know about the rest of you though."
"Auntie, tell me something. I've heard the guys talk about cunt lapping. Do men really suck women's cunts?"
"Oh yes, a lot of them do. So for that matter do a lot of women."
"What is it like? To suck a woman's cunt, I mean."
"I can't tell you, dear. I've never sucked one and I've never had mine sucked. I hear it's really great."
"I'd like to find out, Auntie, if you would."
"You better believe I would. What made you think of cunt lapping, dear?"
"Yesterday, when I looked into your crotch for the first time, I just had an urge to press my face into it. You know, it looked so warm and exciting there, your cunt and your smooth thighs and the bottom of your bum cheeks."
"Oh what a lover you are, you darling boy. So often I've wished your uncle would go down on me and eat pussy," she told him. "Let's have our spankings first to get all warmed up and ready for it. I've just had a bath, so you will have a nice clean cunt to eat. I'm told the way you eat pussy is to suck it for a while, then get your tongue right inside it and lap around. That's why it's called cunt lapping. Here, give me your finger and I'll show you where my clit is. See? Right up near the top of my slit. I think it would be best if you'd suck, then lick around inside my slit, then get your tongue on my little passion bud and lick it until I come. Can you remember where it is, darling?"
He assured her he would remember, then he went over her big thighs and she spanked him. He cried as she turned his buttocks a hot looking shade of red, but he loved it so that he was a little disappointed when she finally stopped.
But his disappointment was short lived as they changed places and then she lay naked across his thighs while he set about smacking color into her big cheeks. After she had been crying and kicking for a while, he decided that the color was just right, so he stopped and played with her buttocks until she pushed to her feet, her big breasts swaying as she rubbed at the hot tingling behind her.
"I'm not sure about the right position for cunt lapping," she told him with a puzzled frown. "Tell you what, I'll just lie on my back with a couple of pillows under my ass. I think that should work."
She stacked two pillows on the bed, then she was lying on her back with her hot behind on them, her legs spread wide and her knees bent up.
"Do you think you can get at my pussy with your mouth, dear?" she asked.
"Oh yes. I can't wait, Auntie. Here I come," Ron said, panting as he stared into the excitement of her wide open crotch.
He hurried his face to her, breathed deeply of a faint suggestion of a musky odor, then his mouth was on her soft, warm organ and he was sucking. Ron discovered that he was able to explore her thighs, hips and belly with his two hands, so he did that while he sucked with thrilling greed and kept his aunt moaning, sighing and urging him on as she played with her breasts, squeezing them until it actually hurt, but as in the case of spanking, it was pleasure pain, so she didn't stop.
When he had his mouth fitted to her vulva so that she knew she wouldn't hamper his activities, Angela closed her legs a little so she could rub him with her thighs. In doing so, she added a whole new dimension of pleasure to the act for the eagerly sucking boy who urged her on with his rubbing hands.
He remembered about his tongue, then worked it into her vagina as far as he could reach. He heard her groan and decided she liked it. He heard her groaning more loudly as he probed, then she was asking for something else, her tone rough with passion, husky and exciting.
"I'm so hot and horny, darling, find my clit and lick it. Make me come, lover, make me come."
Ron drew his tongue back and probed for her clitoris. At first he couldn't find it, then his tongue touched what he hoped was it. Her loud cry and the jerking of her body told him he had scored a direct hit, so he kept licking on the hard little bud.
He had been licking there for less than a minute, thrilling to every lick, when her thighs rubbed more strongly, her cries filled the room and she pushed his mouth away from her organ, capturing his face between her rubbing thighs as her behind bounced on the pillows in magnificent orgasm.
"Oh Jesus," she said later, sighing, "I've never had a come like that in my life. It was out of this world. How was it for you, darling?" she asked, her eyes shining.
"I loved it, Auntie. I'll want to suck your cunt all the time."
"Well, all the time may be a bit much, but I'll sure want you to do it often. Maybe I'll stop wearing panties so that when I'm in the mood, I can just jerk my skirt up and you can go down and lap my pussy. Think of it, you could do it while I'm washing dishes, ironing, doing all sorts of things."
"I don't know about that," he told her and she saw a grin spreading across his face. "When I think of how you acted when you came, I think it would be awful hard on the dishes." They enjoyed a laugh together, then Angela realized that his penis was still stiff and knew he was more than ready to do something about it.
"All right, darling," she told him as she hugged him, "you used your mouth to bring me off, would you like me to use my mouth to do the same for you?"
"You mean ... ," he paused, "suck my cock?"
"Yes. I've never done it, but after all, you'd never sucked a cunt either. If you prefer, of course, you could give me a nice fuck. Heaven knows, I'd like that plenty."
"Gee, Auntie, if you really don't mind, I think it would be great to feel you sucking my cock. Should I let you know just before I shoot so you can take your mouth off it?"
"Let me know, yes, but not for that reason. When I suck you off, I want to feel your cream shooting into my mouth. I want to suck your balls dry and drink every drop of your cream.
In his excitement, Ron hoped it wouldn't involve standing up. His knees, he felt sure, wouldn't be able to support him.
"Lie back on the bed, lover," she told him, licking her lips and adding to his arousal. "Auntie is going to take her lover's hard cock in her mouth and suck it off. Give auntie a nice big drink of warm cream," she said as she lay partially across his body, then she guided Ron's penis to her mouth, formed a little circle with her lips and pushed the organ slowly into it, causing him to moan with ecstasy.
Angela sucked on the head for a little while, then lowered her face to him and pushed the full length into her mouth. She sucked and mouthed his bone for a while, then wondered why he wasn't ejaculating, aroused as he obviously was.
She got an idea then and began working her mouth up and down on the shaft, simulating the action of a penis in a vagina during intercourse.
"Oh yes, Auntie, yes," he panted and they both knew she had found the right way of sucking a penis. "That's gonna make me shoot real fast. I'm getting close, I can feel it getting ready to happen. Get ready, Auntie, I'm going ... I'm...."
His voice broke and then he was panting and grunting, groaning like a dying man as her mouth accepted what he shot into it and sucked for more.
Angela swallowed his early production, then kept the last of it in her mouth and when he was forced to pull his spent member away from her sucking mouth, he saw that her cheeks were bulging. At first he thought she was afraid to swallow it, but when he saw how her eyes were shining, he knew he was wrong.
Later, after she had finally swallowed it, Angela told him that when she kept the semen in her mouth, it fizzed like toothpaste.
The long summer was a continuing orgy for woman and boy and then came the time of heartbreak for both when it was time to return home, a healthy, sexually mature boy of almost fifteen.
"It hurts me too, darling, but you'll find girls. Let the word get around that you like lapping cunt and you'll be surprised at how many girls, even older ones, will let you into their panties. You'll get all the fucking you want."
"How about spanking, though? I'm sure going to miss that too."
"Have faith in yourself, darling. You know more about sex than a lot of men twice your age. You'll find ways. You'll find beautiful girls who will enjoy taking your pants down to spank your ass. You may even be able to teach some of them to enjoy being spanked."
"It still won't be the same as with a beautiful woman like you."
"Who says you can't get a woman?" Angela said and went on to give him advice on how to let a mature woman know he would like to play games with her. "There are a lot of married women out there who would give their eye teeth to spank a handsome young man like you, than have him go down and eat cunt."
Both managed to hide their tears when Ron's mother arrived to pick him up.
Ron was sure he would never get over the heartbreak, but young hearts have a way of healing. The recuperative process was speeded up the first time a girl at school, a very attractive girl a year older than he, whispered to him in the corridor and asked if he would like to visit her that evening, telling him pointedly that her parents would be out and that they would be alone.
"Is it true that you do special things with your mouth and your tongue?" she asked.
Smiling confidently, he assured her it was very true.
That evening, he enjoyed the delight of watching the young beauty strip naked with him, then, after a bout of foreplay, he performed cunnilingus on her and drove her wild with delight.
Later, she was only too pleased to spank him and make him cry, then she surprised him by producing a condom. He fumbled as he fitted it on and rolled it down the shaft of his stiff penis, then he displayed more of his summertime training as they enjoyed intercourse.
Because of his age, she wouldn't date him regularly, she had a regular boyfriend, but she invited him to her home often enough, and he found other girls as well, so many, that all through high school and college, Ron had more offers of sex than he could handle.
He made a habit of spending his summers with his aunt and uncle, mostly with his aunt, of course, and even now, when he is married to a beautiful woman who enjoys spanking and all his favorite sexual acts as much as he. Ron visits the farm from time to time, just to say thank you in a way his aunt understands so well.