Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2012 23:04:14 +0000
From: william michael <beau155@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aunt Natalie, Part 10

Aunt Natalie, Part 10

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The last few notes faded as the curtain slid shut and the house lights came
up for intermission as the audience applauded.  The high school auditorium
was near to capacity for the first concert of the year.  Three seats in the
front row were occupied by two tall women bracketing a slightly built young
man who at the moment was wishing he was anywhere else but where he was.
He leaned toward the slender blonde on his left and whispered,

"I can't do this."

"What are you talking about, Allan?  I've heard you do this and it's
beautiful," Maggie replied.

"Look at all these people.  How can I play in front of all these people?"
he said in a near panic.

Maggie slipped down to her knee if front of him.  She took both his hands
in hers and caught his eyes with hers.

"Allan, you worked this all out with Mr. Smith.  He's got it all set up so
you won't have to see anyone out here.  Remember?"

Allan closed his eyes and took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Without opening his eyes he said,

"You have to come up there with me."

"What? Allan, are you crazy? I can't be up there, this isn't the community
center and you're not playing boogie woogie," she countered.

"I just need you to walk up there with me and stand in the wings where I
can see you.  Please," he pleaded.

She looked up at Aunt Natalie who had been watching them closely and she
only raised her eyebrows as if to say 'it is up to you'.  Maggie looked
back and saw those eyes that filled her dreams, pleading.

"Alright.  I'll walk you up there and stay where you can see me.  But,
sweetheart, I can't be doing this for the rest of my life," she said with a
smile.

Allan laughed a bit but he was still very shaky as Maggie held his hand and
walked with him to the side of the stage and up the steps and behind the
curtain, she being between the audience and Allan the whole way.  Mr. Smith
was standing near the piano and when he saw the tall blonde he raised an
eyebrow and said,

"A problem?"

"Major case of nerves, sir," Maggie said.

"Not uncommon, Miss O'Hanlon.  Mr. Zimmerman, you will be alright, will you
not?"

With his back resolutely to the curtain, and the crowd, Allan nodded and
said,

"I think so."

"Alright, then you better take your place and prepare yourself.  And you,
young lady?" the director asked.

"It would be a help if I could stand somewhere where he can see me if he
needs to."

"Mr. Zimmerman, you are indeed a true artist, replete with idiosyncrasies.
Over there, young lady, if you please," he said pointing to the wings.

Maggie gave Allan a quick kiss on the forehead and then moved off to stand
where the director indicated.  Allan moved to the piano and settled himself
onto the bench and closed his eyes and began to run the music through his
mind.  The director watched him for a moment and then shook his head and
moved toward center stage. He stepped through the curtains and stood before
the audience.

"Ladies and gentleman, thank you for your kind appreciation.  We are
pleased to be performing for you tonight.  Before we begin the second half
of our program I would like to take this opportunity to introduce our guest
performer for the evening.  This young man came to us seemingly out of
nowhere and demonstrated his talent quite by accident.  Many students come
to us as fine performers but only very rarely does a true artist grace this
stage.  Tonight we are privileged to have with us such an artist.  However,
the young man has had very little experience playing before such a large
audience and we need to help him along a bit.  So, we'll be dropping the
house lights completely for a few minutes.  I ask that you bear with us for
I know you will appreciate the results."

With that the auditorium was plunged into total darkness. The lights on
stage were dropped.  Then after a brief pause the first notes from the
piano drifted out as the curtains pulled back, first revealing the
orchestra with Mr. Smith conducting. Then to the audience's left, that same
slightly built young man sat at the Steinway playing, seemingly oblivious
to what was around him.  Then the orchestra joined him and the house lights
came up slightly.  What followed was something everyone in the audience
would long remember.

In the wings a tall young woman stood entranced, looking at the young man,
their eyes locked, and she knew he was not playing for he audience but to
her and her alone.  Within two minutes the tears began to flow.  Within
five she was smiling and wanting to dance.  The entire twenty minute
performance was an emotional roller coaster ride for all involved but for a
tall blonde haired girl it was a personal pledge of love.

The orchestra faded to silence and the last bars were played as a solo by
Allan.  When he lifted his hands from the keys the auditorium went silent,
for a moment, and then it exploded in applause and cries of bravo.  Maggie
was applauding as well and then she was motioning for him to stand and face
the audience.  He blinked a bit and then stood up and turned, where he
faced approximately three thousand people, standing and applauding.  At
first, he was shocked, but after a bit it didn't seem so bad.  He even
managed a bow, sort of.

He had the presence of mind to direct some attention to the orchestra and
the director, all of whom stood and took a bow as well.  Finally the
audience settled themselves and Allan moved off the stage where he was
swept up in a pair of long, loving arms.  They hugged for a while, the
orchestra already performing its next piece.  Maggie and Allan found a pair
of chairs and sat, hand in hand, listening and watching.  It's quite
possible they had never been happier.

When the last notes of the final piece faded away and the applause had
likewise died, one of the musicians gestured to the director and then at
the piano.  He nodded and then turned to the audience.

"Again, ladies and gentlemen, we appreciate your kind response to our
efforts tonight and we are pleased that you enjoyed it.  Now, I have
received a number of requests from the members of the jazz ensemble to
supplement tonight's program with an impromptu performance featuring more
modern compositions.  It will, however, require the efforts of our guest
performer for this evening," the director said as he turned to face the
wings.  "Mr. Zimmerman, would you be agreeable to joining the ensemble and
giving the audience a taste of what we heard your first day here?"

The members of the ensemble had begun to assemble by the piano and they
were waving for Allan to join them.  Maggie was nudging him to go out and
the audience was adding their own promptings.  He finally stood up and then
took Maggie by the hand and managed to pull her along.  He got her to sit
down on the bench and the other musicians got themselves into position.  He
sat down next to her and she whispered to him,

"You are so dead when we get home."

"No, I don't think so, I'm too darn cute.  You said so yourself.  Now start
us off."

She laughed a little and then put her hand over the keys and began the bass
line that he had first taught her.  It was his turn to laugh and he added
his own left hand to mimic what she played, a couple of octaves higher.
Then his right hand came up and he began to hammer out the melody.  When
Maggie saw it was time she slid off the bench and stood where Allan could
see her if needed.

It wasn't clear whether it was Maggie's presence, or that of the jazz
ensemble or just his elevated mood, but he remained aware of his
surroundings and was able to interact act with the other musicians as
opposed to just letting go and forcing them to keep up.  At appropriate
moments he handed off the lead to one musician or another and their
performance lasted as long as Allan's first piece.  Finally the director
signaled they needed to wrap it up and after a few final flourishes it came
to and end.

After the applause and the curtain calls, it was finally over for the
evening and Allan had been waved over to join the orchestra as the director
offered his personal congratulations and comments.  He invited Allan to
perform at the next concert which would be held between Thanksgiving and
Christmas with a holiday theme.  He agreed.  The director gave them the
week off from rehearsals and then dismissed them for the night.

A number of the other students offered their own congratulations to Allan
and it took him a bit to work his way over to Maggie he once more wrapped
him up and planted a brief but solid kiss on his lips.

"It's official, sweetheart, you're a rock star," she said with an impish
grin.

"If so, then it's appropriate I have a supermodel for a girlfriend, and a
star athlete."

She laughed and hugged him tighter.

"Excuse me, Allan, Allan Zimmerman.  Do you have a moment?"

Allan looked around at the voice calling his name and Maggie looked over
his head at the girl that was approaching, notebook in hand.

"Yes?"

"Allan, my name is Leslie Tompkins.  I'm a reporter for the school paper.
Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?"

"You want to interview me for the paper?"

"Yes, if you don't mind."

"Okay, I guess so," he said.

"Terrific," she said as she opened her book and brought her pen to the
ready. "First of all let me say that listening to you tonight was just
amazing.  I don't know much about music and performing but you really
seemed to be connected to what you were playing.  Could you comment on
that?"

"Well, it was the first classical composition that I liked enough to
memorize.  I also did some research and found out what it was that the
composer was trying to convey.  It's sort of a short autobiography but
using music instead of words.  It tells of his triumphs and tragedies.  You
know, his highs and lows.  I guess I can relate to that," he said,
finishing with a shrug as the reporter scribbled furiously.

"I see.  I did some research, too, and I understand that you are in the
advanced math program.  It seems an odd combination, math and music,
especially at these levels."

"Oh, I don't agree with that at all.  The language of music contains many
references to math.  Half notes, quarter notes, minor fifths and major
sevenths, or one-four-five chord progressions.  And from the other side, if
you really understand the math, there is quite a bit of artistry to be
found.  Look at the formula for a circle or a parabola or any other type of
line.  If you really understand it you don't see a bunch of letters and
numbers, you see the shape.  And higher math has all kinds of forms and
surface areas that are described by numbers and letters, but again, if you
know it, you see the shape.  And they are quite beautiful."

Maggie was sitting by his side, still holding his hand, watching his face
as he spoke to the school reporter.  As she listened she thought, as she
often did, just who was this boy that had come into her life.  When the
reporter and finished and thanked him for his time, she looked at him and
voiced her thought.  He looked back at her with smile and said,

"I'm just me, Allan Zimmerman, from A to Z."

When she realized what he had said she began to laugh and hugged him again.
Then they went in search of Aunt Nats and Maggie's parents and found them
standing by the stage talking quietly with Mr. Smith.

"Well, there they are," Mrs. O'Hanlon said.  "What a magnificent
performance, dear. And Maggie, I was so proud of you, getting things
started for the jazz session."

"Thank you," Allan said.

"Thanks, Mom.  I was sort of dragged into it but it was fun."

"Allan, dear," Aunt Nats said, "Mr. Smith was just commenting that he
believes you could have quite a career on the stage."

Allan thought for a moment and then said,

"No, I don't think so."

"Why ever not, young man?" the music director said in surprise.

"I play because of the way it makes me feel.  I think doing that for money
would ruin that.  Don't take it the wrong way, I liked playing tonight and
having all those people enjoy it.  Although I was kinda scared at the
beginning.  But I think I would just find ways to do that for free.  My
career will be math.  The music goes deeper than that."

When he stopped talking he was aware that Maggie's hand was holding his
rather tightly and she was pressed up tightly against him. For some reason
she felt warmer than usual.  The adults decided that it was time to get the
youngsters home since tomorrow was still a school day.  Maggie asked if she
could ride home with Allan and Aunt Nats.  Her parents agreed and despite
any prohibitions, she walked him up the aisle to the exit doors with an arm
wrapped tightly around his shoulders.

"Six months ago, I wouldn't had thought it possible but I don't think you
could get them apart with a crowbar," Mrs. O'Hanlon said.

"They do seem to be genuinely attached to one another," Aunt Nats replied.

Mr. O'Hanlon barked a single laugh and then Aunt Nats continued.

"But they do seem genuinely happy as well. Speaking for Allan, considering
his past experiences, I'm pleased to see that."

The adults said so long in the parking lot while Allan and Maggie got into
the back seat of Aunt Nats' car.  As soon as they started moving, Maggie
had Allan wrapped in her arms and she was kissing him passionately.  He was
a bit startled at first but he responded in kind and it was a good thing it
was a short drive home or things might have gotten out of hand.

When they pulled into the driveway her parents were already in their house
so Maggie took hold of Allan's hand and pulled him toward the front door of
Aunt Nats, and Allan's, house.  When Aunt Nats had unlocked the door,
Maggie said,

"Excuse us for a bit, Aunt Nats," and without waiting for an answer, pulled
Allan down the hallway and into his room, slamming the door behind them.

She had him wrapped in her long arms in an instant and the kissing resumed.
After a moment or two hands began to make their way to buttons, zippers and
knots.  Allan had been dressed in a suit and tie and it hastily found it's
way onto the one chair in his room.  She had been wearing a dress and a
wrap and both were now on the floor by her feet.  Their underwear didn't
last much longer and then Maggie was pushing their naked bodies onto his
bed.

"We don't have a lot of time before I need to be home, but I need you so
badly right now.  You weren't halfway through that first number and I
wanted to tear our clothes off and have you take me right there on that
piano."

This explanation was delivered a few words at a time in between kisses and
licking. She had made her way down to his waist and the word piano was
muffled slightly as the head of his cock slipped into her mouth.  Maggie's
passion was contagious and Allan couldn't remember his dick being harder or
his balls feeling fuller.  He wrapped his fingers in her hair and began to
gently move his hips to begin fucking her mouth.  She was moaning in
ecstasy.

"Maggie, I want to taste you.  Get your pussy on my face."

Her long legs were quickly astride his head and his hands were full of her
rounded ass.  His tongue made long transits up and down her bare, puffy
lips as he vigorously attacked her pussy. He thought he heard her mutter
'OH FUCK' but he wasn't sure.

His cock was fully embedded in her mouth.  He could feel her nose touching
his ball sack.  As she sucked and licked he licked and probed and began to
massage her asshole with a finger.  She wiggled and he rubbed and licked
and it didn't take long before she was screaming out her first orgasm, the
sound muted by the mass of cock in her mouth.  He was holding her on his
mouth as she bucked and writhed and the saliva oozed down his cock.  When
she finally came down she let his cock slide from her mouth and she crawled
off of him and knelt by his side, her eyes were bright and her smile
wicked.

"Allan, baby, I need you inside me.  I want you to fuck me in the ass and
shoot your load deep inside.  I want to take it home with me.  Come on
baby, get behind me and give me the fucking I've needed all night."

"Whatever you want, my love," he replied and got off his back.

Maggie got on the center of the bed on her hands and knees, looking back
over her shoulder.

"Come on, lover boy, get that gorgeous cock inside me."

Allan grabbed a tube of little used lube and squeezed some on her assring,
which made her twitch and squeal.  Then he spread some on the head of his
dick and then tossed it aside.  One hand held his cock at the base while
the other rested on her ass and pushed one of the cheeks aside.  He rubbed
the greasy head of his cock against the slicked up ring of her asshole and
began to push.

It was tight but the head began to move in and Maggie began to push back
and the head popped past as she gasped and then moaned.  He let go of this
cock and her ass and took hold of her hips and began to push and pull and
slowly he fed his cock into her tight ass. She dropped her head down and
began to moan more loudly the deeper his cock reached.  When his hips
touched her ass and he was in as far as he could go he pulled back and then
pushed in and he began to deeply fuck her.

He watched as her shoulders slowly dropped and her head was resting on the
mattress.  He could feel her hand slowly caress his balls and when that
stopped he suspected she was now using her fingers to work her clit and
pussy.  He began to pick up the pace and was soon hammering his hips into
her ass cheeks as he pounded her hole with his cock.  Maggie was moaning
and saying all manner of things, none of which he could understand as her
face was flat on the mattress.

Without warning her entire body went rigid and a muffled scream
followed. He could feel her ass clench down on his cock and he couldn't
hold back anymore and his balls began pumping his cum up through his cock
to spurt into her ass.  He wrapped his arms around her waist, bending over
her back, holding his cock deep inside as he fired shot after shot deep
inside her.

As her scream faded, her body went limp and slid flat onto the mattress,
pulling Allan down with her, his cock still in her ass.  After a moment or
two of catching their breath, Allan shifted so that they rolled over onto
their sides, still joined cock to ass.

"Oh, Allan, sweetheart, that was so good.  I must seem like such a whore to
you right now."

"Hey, don't ever say something like that.  And I would never think
something like that about you.  How could I not love the idea that my
girlfriend is so into me that she drags me into bed and begs me to fuck her
in the ass.  I love you, Maggs, everything about you," he finished, kissing
the back and side of her neck.

"Hmm, I love you, too, sweetheart.  But, my god, you had me so turned on
tonight. Geez, I better get home.  One of these days their going to figure
out what we've been up to.  I know they think the world of you but I'm not
sure they'll like the idea of all the sex.  See you in the morning, baby,"
Maggie said as she slid off the bed and started pulling her clothes back
on.

Allan got up but didn't bother getting dressed.  He walked Maggie out to
the living room where Aunt Nats was sitting on the couch reading a
magazine.  She looked up and smiled.

"Well, my dears, I hope you had a good time," she said as she stood up.

"A wonderful time, Aunt Nats," Maggie said, "as always.  He's all yours
now," she finished, then gave the older woman a hug and kiss.

Maggie then gave her naked boyfriend a last kiss and headed for home.  Aunt
Nats walked up to her nephew and wrapped his bare body in her arms and
pulled him tight. They started kissing, her hands going to his ass.  After
a few moments she let him go but took hold of his hand and led him back
down the corridor to her bedroom.

"Maggie isn't the only one that needs you tonight," she said as she began
to peel off her dress.

It appeared that Aunt Nats had had plans all along.  She was wearing her
bustier and a pair of black lace thong panties.  Allan could see that her
nipples were already hard.  He wasted no time in getting one in his mouth
and his hands on her bare asscheeks.  His aunt took his head in her hands
and pulled it tight against her massive tits.  Then she let one slide down
to grab his cock and begin to stroke it.

They walked each other over to the bed and fell onto it.  Allan's hands
came off her broad ass and one grabbed a tit and the other slipped down the
front of her panties to find the puffy bare lips wet and swollen.  As he
worked her pussy, Aunt Nats began to move her hips and began to moan.
Allan rubbed his hard cock against her thigh as he sucked on her nipples.

"Oh, Allan, my god, you feel so good. Make me come with your hands and
mouth."

Allan knew what that meant and he moved down and pulled her panties off and
then attacked her pussy with his tongue and fingers.  It didn't take much
time before her hips began bucking and she moaned as she worked her tits
and nipples.  As Allan pushed his tongue into her soaking pussy she wrapped
her lips around one of her nipples and began working it with her tongue.

Allan hooked his arms under and around her legs and was able to get his
thumbs working on her clit.  This pushed her over the edge and her hips
began to flail as a major orgasm tore through her body.  Allan kept up the
pressure and it prolonged Aunt Nats orgasm.  When she finally stopped
thrashing Allan lifted up his head to see that she was stretched out on the
bed, her chest heaving.

He crawled up over her body, stopping to kiss her nipples and then up to
her throat.  When he was face to face with her, he could see her eyes open
and looking right back at him.  She had a lazy smile on her lips and he
felt her hands come up behind his head and pull his lips down to hers.  As
their tongues wrestled he pressed his body down on hers. They moaned into
each others mouths and writhed against each other.  She finally let his
head go and said,

"Oh, fuck me, sweetheart, fuck me the way I love it.  Fuck my ass with that
beautiful fat cock of yours.  Fill me with your hot cum."

Without waiting for an answer she lifted her legs and grabbed behind her
knees, exposing her asshole.  Allan knelt back and rubbed the head of his
cock along her dripping pussy to get it slicked up.  He then rubbed it on
the tight ring and began to push.  Slowly, the head began to push past her
asshole and she groaned.  He continued to push and watched as the head
disappeared followed by some of the shaft.

"Oh, god, lover, don't make me wait. Give it all too me right now," she
begged.

Allan couldn't deny his Aunt anything so with one shove he buried his cock
all the way to his balls.

"OOOOHHH, Fucckkkkk, yes, baby, yes, now fuck me hard, don't hold anything
back."

He wrapped his arms around her legs and began to pound her ass with his fat
cock. His aunt had one hand working her tits and the other was beginning to
rub her clit.  Aunt Nats was nearly incoherent as her head whipped back and
forth.  Allan was leaning into her legs and fucking her with everything he
could.  He wasn't sure how long he fucked his Aunt but it was the most
intense he had ever with this incredible woman and his balls were pulling
up tight.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum.  Take it, Aunt Nats, take my load," he yelled
as his first shot left his cock and jetted up her ass.

Aunt Nats jerked and bucked as she began to cum again.  She cried out and
went completely rigid as Allan pumped the remainder of his load inside her.
He kept his cock firmly inside her until she relaxed, and then he slowly
lowered himself down on top of her.  Her arms slowly came up around his
back as she lowered her legs.

"Oh, my darling, darling boy.  It was the luckiest day of my life when you
arrived on my doorstep," she whispered into his ear.

"Mine, too, Aunt Nats, I love you."

"I love you, too, my darling."

In a few moments Allan had shifted over and he had his arms around her and
they drifted off to sleep.  In the morning they shared a shower that was
remarkably free of sex, although there was some kissing and hugging.  After
breakfast, Allan hurried outside to wait for Maggie.  She was already there
and her smile was wide.

"Hello, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?" she said as she hugged him and
kissed him quickly.

"Very well, how about you?" he replied as they began to walk hand in hand
toward school.

"Hmm, wonderfully, I dreamed of you and us. It was almost as good as the
real thing."

"I will say that it was kinda of short, but very intense last night," Allan
said.

"Hmm, sounds like someone we all know and love," she said and when he
looked up at her with raised eyebrows she laughed and kissed him again.

As they entered school property they reluctantly released their hold on
each other and made for the front entrance.  As they approached different
knots of students Allan began to receive laudatory comments about last
night's performance.  Maggie was more than aware of the number of girls
that were offering both comments and some seriously appraising looks.  And
it went on like that all morning.  When they came back together at lunch
Maggie seemed more than a bit out of sorts.

"What's wrong, love?" Allan asked as they stood in line.

"If I hear one more girl tell me how lucky I am to have such a dreamy
boyfriend, I'm going to scream."

"Would it make you scream if I asked why it bothers you so much?"

"I am the only one that's allowed to dream about you, that's why," she
said, with a look on her face that could only be called fierce.

Allan regarded her seriously, knowing that she was still somewhat insecure
about their relationship as was he.

"Maggie, you can't control what other people think or dream.  The only
thing that matters is that we know we love each other and nothing is going
to change that. Just think of it as a compliment, that your dreamy
boyfriend is your boyfriend," he said with heavy emphasis on the 'your'.

Maggie blew out a long breath and fixed him with a beady stare.  Then she
smiled a bit and said,

"You're right, I suppose, but one of these days, just for a change, I'd
love it if you would let me be unreasonable for a while."

He laughed and kept on chuckling until they sat down.  Several members of
the volley ball team were already in place and several more soon followed.
As was often the case, Kimmie sat down next to Allan opposite Maggie.

"That was quite a performance last night, Allan," she said brightly.

Before he could turn and thank her someone from across the table said,

"I'll bet that wasn't the half of it."

While he went red from his shirt collar to his hairline the girls around
the table laughed until they caught Maggie's expression and then their was
quite a bit of coughing.

"That wasn't very nice," Kimmie said, "he's an artist and a very nice boy,"
which only caused him to redden more.

While the several girls who had been to the concert offered their positive
comments a very unpleasant comment interrupted them.

"Well, if it isn't the little piano player and all his girlfriends,"
Jennings the jock drawled.

He was met by a number of glares and one amused look, which belonged to
Allan.  The boy tilted his head and said,

"What's your problem with me, Jennings?  You had no idea who I was until
the other day.  Is it just because I already had the girl that you became
interested in after ignoring her all last year?"

"Bullshit.  Anyone interested in you isn't worth the effort," he said with
a laugh, "besides it looks like she completely missed the fact you're
probably gay, like the rest of those band fags."

Jennings expected a reaction to his taunt but not the one he got.  Maggie
and several other girls began to laugh uproariously.  Now, Allan wasn't
surprised that Maggie would respond like she did but the fact others did
made him think his secrets weren't so well kept.  Then as the laughter died
down someone began directing a string of angry words at the jock, but all
in Spanish.  Allan turned to see Maggie half out of her chair, a long
slender finger pointed across the table.

The latin vitriol went on a couple of minutes longer and ended with,

"And if I hear that crap from you again, I'll slap that stupid face right
off your head."

From down the table a girl with long dark hair and a swarthy complexion
said,

"You tell 'em, amiga."

Jennings just shook his head and walked away.  Allan leaned in toward
Maggie as she sat back down and said,

"What was all that about?"

"I've found the insults sound better in Spanish."

"And just what have you been saying about me?"

"Nothing at all, sweetheart, don't you worry," she replied and gave him a
quick peck on the forehead.

Allan was glad it was a Friday.  It had been a long tiring week.  He was
looking forward to an evening with both his girls.  On the walk home Maggie
said,

"You remember that my folks are taking me along to see my grandmother
tomorrow for her birthday.  I don't expect we'll be home until late."

"I remember. I'll be busy tomorrow morning.  I have to go over to Freddy
Nelson's house.  We're starting on that Math project. Guess I'll have to
find something else to do for the rest of the day," he replied.

"Oh, I've got to think Aunt Nats might have something in mind."

"I don't know when she'll be home.  A client, one of her least favorites,
needs some help.  She's not looking forward to it," he said.

"Hmm, well I guess we'll just have to make sure you have enough fun tonight
to hold you over," she said with a grin and a hip bump.

And, boy, did they.  Maggie arrived shortly after dinner.  The cooler
Autumn weather was settling in and she was dressed in long pants and a
jacket.  Thanks to her improved physical fortunes the jeans hugged every
curve and when Allan hugged her he ran his hands all over them.

"Hmm, your hands always make me feel so good, baby."

"Is that what some of your girlfriends on the team are hearing, too?" he
said with a sly look.

"Oh, sweetheart.  Can't a girl be proud of her boyfriend and brag a
little?" Maggie said, her expression full of innocence but her lips curled
up in a small smile. "Besides, I waited a long time for someone like you to
come along, that could make me feel the way you do," she added, running her
hand up and down the front of his pants.

Aunt Nats was watching this from the couch and found it to be very amusing
as Allan had explained what had happened during lunch.

"Just be careful, children.  You mustn't let the cat out of the bag you
know."

The 'children' smiled and then Maggie began to unbutton his pants as he did
the same for her.  It didn't take long before Aunt Nats was watching the
two naked teens pressed tightly together, kissing and caressing.  The
Maggie was on her knees and Allan's hard cock was swallowed to the root.
The older women unbuttoned her blouse and began to play with her hard
nipples through the fabric of her bra.  As Maggie ran her tongue over his
smooth ball sack Aunt Nats slid her skirt off and finished removing her
blouse.

Allan looked over to where his Aunt was sitting and smiled.  He tapped
Maggie on the top of her head and when she looked up at him, her mouth
still full of his hard cock, he gestured in Aunt Nats direction with his
head.  Maggie came off his dick, looked at the older woman and smiled.  She
crawled over to the couch on her hands and knees and pushed Aunt Nats knees
apart.  Allan walked over, his hard cock leading the way.  He sat down next
to her and began to play with her big tits.

Maggie began licking the older woman's pussy lips through the fabric of her
panties, causing her to moan.  When Allan pulled down the bra cups and
began fingering and licking those hard nipples she moaned even louder.

"Oh, my darlings, you make me feel so good."

Working separately they soon had Aunt Nats completely naked, Maggie working
her bare pussy with tongue, lips and fingers while Allan continued to suck
and knead her big tits.  Finally she moaned out,

"Allan, dear, I need to feel your hard cock in my mouth.  Stand up next to
me."

Allan did as she asked and quickly she had his hard cock in her mouth,
sucking and licking.  Their evening continued like this for quite a while.
Maggie's parents considered this Allan and Maggie's date night and if they
chose to spend it under Aunt Nats supervision, so much the better and they
allowed her to stay out until midnight.

The combinations and positions were seemingly endless.  Allan came a total
of four times although the last one was essentially dry and the one prior
barely an oozing. Maggie and Aunt Nats lost track of how many times they
had cum.  They made use of the couch, the floor, Aunt Nats bed and the
shower in her bathroom.  All three had been the recipient of a good ass
fucking, including Allan who had been fucked with a strap on by both of his
lovers.  When they had finally reached the point where they could do no
more but lie on Aunt Nats bed together, Maggie said in a dreamy voice,

"Do you understand now, sweetheart, why I can't completely hide how I feel
about you.  Any of those girls would kill to be where I am right now."

"Well, I'm sorry to say that won't be happening, none of them are you," he
replied.

It would be some minutes before Maggie broke off their kiss and rolled off
of him.  The next morning, Maggie was off to her grandmother's, Aunt Nats
to her problematic client and Allan was walking to his classmate's house.
He had slept very soundly and was feeling in pretty good shape.  Despite
his initial embarrassment he had to admit that Maggie's comments about him
the night before had him feeling pretty good about himself and his walk
held a bit of a swagger.

When he arrived at Freddy's house, the boy who answered the door looked a
little disheveled.  Allan regarded him with a smile and said,

"You just wake up?"

"Not quite, dude, my alarm didn't go off.  I usually sleep in on Saturdays.
Come on in."

The boy led him to the dining room where he already had his laptop,
textbook and notebook laid out.  Allan added his to the mix.  They sat side
by side as they mapped out what it was they needed to accomplish and how
they would go about it. They had been given a fairly complex problem.  They
had to use a piece of supplied software to solve the requisite equations,
create a table of results and graph those results for a pictorial
representation.  They also needed to write up a report on how they went
about it and what the results meant.  The real trick was coming up with the
equations to solve.

The planning was going along okay but Allan began to pick up on a certain
restlessness on the part of Freddy. Finally, about an hour into the effort
he looked over and said,

"Is there something wrong?  You seem awfully antsy."

"Um, sorry," Freddie said, but offered nothing further.

"Whats the matter?  We can't really afford to be distracted here."

"Okay, it's just that, well, I'm not used to wearing clothes in the house,"
he said, getting a bit rosy cheeked.

"Excuse me?"

"We're nudists.  We don't wear clothes in the house unless we have guests
which isn't often," the boy said.

"So, like, you and your parents and everyone?"

"Well, there's just me and my dad, but yeah, the both of us," Freddy said.

"Okay, well, if it will help you concentrate better, you can lose the
clothes if you want," Allan suggested.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, whatever it takes.  This is going to be hard enough without you
bouncing around in your chair," Allan said.

"Okay, cool.  I'll be right back."

Freddy got up and dashed from the room.  Allan shook his head and looked
back at the list of parameters they had been working on.  He looked up when
he heard footsteps coming back down the hall.  What he saw interested him.
Freddy was a bit taller than he, slender almost to the point of skinny.  He
was void of body hair and was sporting what looked to be a half rigid cock
above a respectable ball sack.  The boy was also smiling.

"Ah, man, that feels so much better, thanks, dude.  You can't imagine what
a relief it is to get home after a day at school and strip down."

"I guess I can.  Okay, back to work," Allan said as the naked boy sat down
next to him.

It was a testament to Allan's work ethic and overall fascination with math
that he was able to pretty much ignore the naked body next to him.  Pretty
much but not completely.  While they worked, he could feel his pants get a
bit tighter but he was able to overlook it.  When they finally had the
day's work completed and a list of what each would work on, Allan sat back
and said,

"Looks like we are off to a good start."

"Yeah, I think this worked out better than trying to do it in the library
or something.  So what plans do you have for the rest of the day?" Freddy
asked.

"Dunno.  Both my girlfriend and Aunt are out of town for the day, or at
least most of it.  Kind of on my own."

"Well, usually around this time of the morning, I'd be in my room working
on my morning hard on," Freddie said as he sat back himself, his cock now
looking fully erect.  "This may sound weird but, do you want to join me?"

Allan considered this for a moment.  He hadn't had sex with a guy since
camp and he wondered where this could lead.

"Sure, sounds like fun."

Freddy smiled and stood up and said,

"Come on, then, lets go to my room."

Allan watched as the naked boy preceded him from the room, watching the
tight little ass flex as his friend walked ahead of him.  The boy's room
looked like most for a kid his age.  A full sized bed, a desk with a desk
top computer with a large monitor, a bookcase full of books, figurines,and
posters of male and female super heroes.  The naked boy went to his
computer and flipped the monitor on, tapped a few keys and brought up a
website.  Over his shoulder he said,

"This will be just a minute.  Feel free to lose the clothes."

Allan did just that and as Freddy turned, he saw the now naked Allan.  He
smiled some more as his gaze went to Allan's cock which was now rising
nicely.  Freddy bunched up the pillows on his bed and then climbed up.

"Come on up."

Allan did so and in moments the two boys were lying naked on the bed,
propped up by pillows and watching a video of a teen boy stroking a very
nice looking cock, long and thick, with long hanging balls.  The two
friends each took their own cock in hand and began stroking.  Fully hard
Freddy was sporting maybe five inches, perhaps four and a half to five
around.  He looked over at Allan and said,

"Nice package there, Zimmerman. Better than I would have thought."

By now the teen on the screen was joined by a noticeably older man who had
a hairy body and a huge cock.  A bit of mutual stroking was now a serious
blow job of the man by the youngster.  Allan and Freddy were both leaking
serious precum and their bare legs were touching.  Freddy was the first to
make contact by resting his free hand on Allan's leg but Allan wasn't far
behind, his free hand stroking Freddy's thigh up high, his finger tips
making brief contact with the boy's smooth ball sack.

"Hmm, you have nice hands, Zimmerman.  Your girlfriend must love them."

Allan didn't say anything, but merely cupped the balls in his hand.  Freddy
went one better and took hold of Allan's cock and began to stroke it for
him.  Allan returned the favor and as the two porn actors were sucking each
other on the bed, Allan and Freddy were trading hand jobs and having a
great time of it.  After a while and fair amount of precum Freddy said,

"You ever have someone suck you cock, dude?  A guy, I mean?"

"Yeah, at summer camp, a counselor."

"Nice, mind if I do it.  I love sucking cock."

"Sure, go for it," he said as he leaned back a bit more.

Freddy smiled and leaned over and began licking the precum from Allan's
cock.  He swirled his tongue around and then let his lips slip over the
head.  The boy played with his balls as he sucked his fat cock.  Allan put
his hand on his head and began to move his hips.  Freddy began to moan in
appreciation.  Allan reached around Freddy's hip and took hold of his
smaller, but very hard, cock and began to stroke it.  The boys precum was
flowing heavily.

"Hey, how about we suck each other," Allan said.

Freddy just nodded and moved around so that each boy had a hard cock to
suck on. It was easy for Allan to get all of Freddy's cock in his mouth.
His hands took hold of the other boy's ass and he squeezed as he held him
tightly so he could suck and tongue his cock.  Allan's cock was being
treated to a fine blow job.  Once again he noted the differences from say,
Aunt Nats or Maggie, but it was still being well done and felt so good.
After a while, Freddy slid off of Allan's cock and said,

"You ever fucked someone's ass? Wanna try mine?"

"Yes, and yes."

"Fucking fantastic.  A real friend with benefits."

Freddy rolled onto his back and pulled his legs up and back, exposing his
pink asshole.  Allan leaned in and spit on it, rubbing the saliva in with
his finger. The other boy smiled his appreciation, then Allan took the
slick head of his cock and put it against the tight ring and began to push.
He met a little resistance but not as much as he might have thought.
Apparently, this ass had been fucked before, perhaps regularly.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, that feels good, buddy.  Keep it up."

Allan leaned into the boys upraised legs and pushed harder.  The head of
his thick cock slipped past the tight ring and was followed by half the
shaft.

"Holy shit, your cock feels so good.  Nice and fat.  Come on, man, fuck my
ass. Make me cum."

Without comment Allan began to saw his fat dick in and out of his
classmate's ass. It may have been used before but it was still tight and
felt fantastic around his cock.  Freddy took hold of his own dick and
stroked it while his ass was hammered by Allan.  The fact that Allan had
been fucked dry the night before meant he was in no hurry to dump a morning
load and Freddy was treated to a thorough fucking.  In fact, the boy had
been oozing a heavy stream of precum. With a shout he began to buck as he
shot several long streams of cum onto his belly and chest.  Allan watched
as the boy's cock finally stopped dripping cum onto his belly and Freddy
dipped his finger into a puddle of it and licked it.  Allan felt his balls
begin to tighten and he said,

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum."

"Shoot it up my ass, man, give me your load."

On the next stroke, Allan shoved hard and kept his cock buried in his
friends ass while he started to shoot.  He knew it wasn't a big load but it
felt like a good one.  He continued to push until he was sure he had shot
it all and then he relaxed, leaning back on his heels, his cock sliding out
with a sticky plop. Freddy dropped his legs and looked at Allan with a
smile.

"Man, you have got a great cock and you sure know how to fuck.  I think
this project is going to be a lot more fun than I thought."

"Yeah, just as long as we get the work done before we play," Allan said.

"I can agree to that."

The boys eased off the bed and made for the hall bathroom where they
cleaned up. Freddy played with Allan's cock for a bit, and then Allan
suggested it was time he headed for home and a nap.  Freddy agreed and
watched as Allan got dressed and put all his things in his bag.  As he left
the house, Freddy naked as he closed the door behind him, Allan wondered
what the girls at school would think of him now.

When he got home, he hopped in the shower for a quick clean up and then
stretched out naked on his bed for a nap.  He didn't wake up until he was
prodded by his Aunt Nats.  He was looking at his clock when he woke up and
it was past three in the afternoon.  He rolled over and looked up at his
aunt who was looking down at him, smiling, but seemingly tired.

"Well, my dear. Did we have an interesting morning?"

"Yeah, Aunt Nats.  Turns out my friend, Freddy has a thing for cock.  After
we were done working we got naked, watched some porn and we sucked and then
I fucked him. That's why I needed the nap.  You look like you had a tough
day."

She sat down on the edge of the bed and rested a hand on his naked thigh.
She smiled wearily.

"That man is a trial to be sure, dear.  His so called files are like a
recycling bin and he has a memory like a sieve.  Why he isn't being pursued
by the FBI, the IRS or the SPCA is beyond me."

Allan reached out and squeezed her stockinged leg and said,

"I think someone could use an Allan Zimmerman back rub."

"Oh, my dear, that would be heavenly.  Would you mind?"

"Of course not, Aunt Nats. I'd do anything for you.  Go get ready.  I'll
set up the bed in your room."

She leaned down and kissed him warmly on the lips and then stood up and
left the room.  Allan rolled off the bed and walked naked into his Aunt's
bedroom and took an old cover from the closet and put it on the bed. He
took a bottle of scented oil from her make up table and put it on the
nightstand.  Then he stood by the bed and waited until she came from her
bathroom, naked, her hair pulled up and pinned on her head.  He smiled as
he saw the big hard nippled tits and her bare pussy lips.  She climbed up
on the bed and lay face down, her head tilted to the side.  Her arms were
resting alongside her body.

Allan climbed on and knelt next to her and ran his hands over her back and
shoulders, feeling the tension.  Even the first touch of his hands elicited
a soft sigh from his aunt. As he had learned from his mother a few years
earlier during her 'holistic body health' period, he sought out pressure
points and muscle knots to work with thumbs and the heels of his hands.  As
the worst of the tension was worked away he took some of the scented oil
and rubbed it into the soft warm skin on her back and shoulders.

After a while he straddled her hips and began to work the larger muscles,
leaning his weight into the effort.  He also took the opportunity to rub
his cock along the crease of her broad firm ass.  Aunt Nats was cooing
softly and her hips were starting to move slowly.

"Oh, my darling, that feels so incredible."

He poured more oil on to her back and he worked his way down until he was
working just above her ass.  Finally he slid back onto her thighs and began
to massage the large firm ass muscles that he loved to play with so much.
Her legs were pressed together and he was rubbing his cock along her
thighs.  He was giving a lot of attention to her ass and finally she said,

"Allan, this has been so wonderful, but if you don't get that gorgeous fat
cock of yours into my pussy right this moment, I will be very upset."

Allan laughed a bit, but he was feeling mischievous, so instead he spread
her ass cheeks and pressed one of his well oiled thumbs against her asshole
and watched as it popped past.

"OH, you dirty boy, I love you."

He began to fuck his thumb in and out as he dry humped the back of her
thighs.  As she humped back against him he added the second thumb and he
smiled as she groaned in pleasure.  Finally, he relented and slipped his
thumbs from her butt and let her legs spread.  He took hold of his cock and
rubbed it on her oiled asscheeks to slick it up.  Then he placed the head
against her pussy lips and pushed in.

"Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes.  Your feel so good inside me.  Fuck me,
baby. Fuck your Aunt's pussy and shoot your load in me."

Allan pushed until his entire lubed dick was firmly up inside his aunt and
then he leaned forward until his body was resting on hers and he began to
fuck her with smooth steady strokes.  She was moaning as he rubbed his body
atop hers and she began pushing her hips back against him to increase the
pace.  As was often the case when he had sex with his aunt, he lost track
of time but eventually events caught up with him and he felt his balls
begin to pull up.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum, Aunt Nats."

"Yes, baby, shoot your load in me, let me feel your cum in my pussy."

With that encouragement his hips bucked and he began to pump a small but
very satisfying load of cum into her wet pussy.  It seemed to last a long
time for not much output but neither cared because the sensations were the
same. About half way through, Aunt Nats began to stiffen and then thrashed
beneath him as her orgasm hit.  Finally they both settled down and Allan's
slight figure rested atop the more robust form of his sated aunt.  He
stretched up to kiss the back of her neck.

"Oh, Alan.  Who would have thought it would be my young nephew that would
satisfy me so completely.  Just lie there. Don't move.  Let me wear your
love like a comforter."