Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2016 12:49:39 -0600
From: jordan.bradders@nym.hush.com
Subject: Visiting Aunt Sarah - Part One

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Visiting Aunt Sarah – Part One

By Jordan Bradders

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"Stop right there!"

I froze, one foot in the kitchen. My friend, Jake, bumped into me and
almost fell to the floor of the laundry room.

I looked at my aunt, who had just walked in from the living room. "You
scared the crap out of me, Aunt Sarah."

The woman grinned. "I'm tired of you boys tracking dirt and mud through
this house. She looked me over, then past me at Jake. "What the hell have
you boys been doing?"

I turned and looked at my friend of only four days. We were filthy. We'd
been crawling around in some caves but I wasn't going to tell her that. I
didn't want to be grounded for the rest of my six-week visit.  "Sorry, Aunt
Sarah. We were building a tree house out in the woods. I guess we got a
little dirty."

"Yeah. A little dirty." She shook her head and gestured for me to go back
into the laundry room. "Empty your pockets onto the counter. Right there."

I did as she said, knowing how strict she could be. I wondered if she
thought we'd been shoplifting. She'd caught me doing that three years
before, but I was only eleven then. Looking mystified, Jake emptied his
pockets, as well.

Without even looking at what we'd put on the counter, she said
"Alright. Outta those clothes. Put `em right in the washing machine." I
waited for her to turn and leave, but she didn't. "Come on, boys. Don't
worry - you don't have anything I haven't seen before."

I reluctantly pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it in the
washer. Jake did the same. I turned and looked at my aunt, but it was clear
she wasn't going to budge. I toed off my sneakers, which were caked with
mud, and she said "Put those in the slop sink. The washer'll ruin `em."
Jake did as I did, obviously not anxious to strip in front of my aunt.

I peeled off my socks and tossed them into the gaping maw of the appliance,
then looked at my father's younger sister pleadingly. Her face remained
impassive and her feet didn't move. I unbuttoned my jeans and let the
weight of the mud drop them to the floor. Now dressed only in my briefs, I
dropped the heavy pants into the machine and turned to look at my aunt one
more time.

"Yeah," she said as she looked at my briefs, which were soaked and probably
hopelessly stained. "You two were building a tree house. Was that tree, by
any chance, in the caves?" She paused to observe my surprised reaction, and
then added "Your father and I played in those caves when we were kids. I
recognize the color of that clay.  You shoulda said somethin'.  I have a
map somewhere around here."

She gestured toward the washer. "The underwear, too, boys. Like I said,
it's not like I haven't seen naked boys before."

Jake and I looked at one another, and he gave me one of those "Fuck it"
looks. As if we'd timed it, we turned our backs on the kitchen door and
pushed down our briefs at the same time. I tossed my filthy underwear into
the washing machine. I was then left with the question of what to do with
my hands. My aunt was right. Not only had she seen boys naked before, but
she'd seen all of me plenty of times, and I'd seen allof her. Neither of us
was shy about walking back and forth between bedroom and bath. But this
seemed somehow different, with Jake here.

Feeling like I'd already delayed too long, I turned to face my aunt, my
hands at my sides making no effort to hide my genitals. Out of the corner
of my eyes, I saw Jake drop his hands, as well.

"Okay. Both of you. Out in the backyard and hose off. Go." When she saw our
reactions, she said "I sunbathe out there all the time. Nobody'll see
ya. Now get, before you drip any more mud on my floor."

I ran out the door and gave a little whoop. Truth be told, I enjoyed being
naked and had been curious about what Jake might have in his pants. I
wasn't disappointed when I turned around, hose in hand.  I turned on the
water and shot Jake in the face, then started hosing off the mud. While he
was blinded by the water, I took a close look at his hose, which had to be
at least six inches long and was about half as thick as my wrist. `Wow,' I
thought. `What a fuckin' stud!'

Then it was my turn. Jake took the hose and sprayed me down, starting with
my hair and working his way down my body. Was it my imagination that he
spent extra time on the area around my crotch? I started to get hard, so
turned away as if to let him wash my back.

My aunt stepped outside as we were finishing. She turned off the very cold
water and said "Why don't you two warm up by doing some sunbathing? Like I
said, I do it all the time." She gestured toward a set of three chaise
lounges, arranged in a semi-circle with several other chairs and tables
near the gas grill. Seeing the confused looks on our faces, she said "I
want you to dry off before you walk through the house."

We moved over and carefully selected the two outside lounges; neither of us
wanting the other to think he was gay, we left the one in the middle empty,
. Aunt Sarah laughed and said "It's beautiful out. I think I'm gonna join
you." She dropped the robe she'd been wearing - she wore nothing underneath
- and arranged herself on the wicker furniture as if she wasn't lying down
between two naked teenagers.

Jake and I looked over her at one another, trying hard not to look at her
body but without success. I grinned when I saw that Jake's dick was
standing at attention, but grimaced when I realized my body had responded
exactly the same way.

Noticing our problem, my Aunt laughed. "It's okay, boys. Like I said, it's
nothing I haven't seen before and it's perfectly natural." She closed her
eyes, stretched her arms out over her head, and turned her knees out so her
inner thighs were exposed to the sun. Soon, we'd relaxed to the point where
we were only half-hard, but I had to wonder if she was teasing us with her
body.

After a few minutes, my Aunt announced that she was thirsty and offered to
get us drinks. She got up; leaving her robe where she'd dropped it and went
in to get us some lemonade.

Jake turned and looked at me. No longer self-conscious about being naked,
he said "You're Aunt's hot, dude. I wouldn't mind bangin' her."

I grinned. "Dude. She's old -- like thirty-five -- and she's my
aunt. That's sick!" My friend was fifteen, a year older than me, and
fancied himself a ladies man because he'd managed to get to third base with
some of the local girls. I'd only met him a few days before, but he was
rescuing my summer.

"He's not my aunt, dude!" He emphasized the last word mockingly.

I looked up and smiled gratefully when my aunt came out with a pitcher,
three glasses and some cookies on a tray. I realized I was even getting
used to the idea of nude sunbathing with my aunt and my friend, but I was
instantly hard again when she bent over to put the tray on a table. We each
had a clear view of her ass and of her pussy. Turning my head, I saw that
Jake was hard again, as well.

Aunt Sarah chortled when she saw that we were, once again, erect. "You boys
are gonna have to get over this, or you won't have any blood in your
brains." She turned to Jake and smiled; her eyes on his cock. "Especially
you, Jake."

She handed each of us a glass of lemonade, then took a long pull herself
before lying back. Once again, she closed her eyes and positioned herself
so the sun could reach her inner thighs and breasts. But then she started
to gently stroke her nipples as if we weren't there. Without opening her
eyes, she said "You'd better drink, boys. I don't want you getting
dehydrated."

We drank, but didn't take our eyes off the naked woman, who was by now
pinching and twisting her nipples. She moaned then slipped one hand down to
her pussy, which was glistening with what I assumed was sweat.

Finally opening her eyes, she turned and looked at Jake and then at
me. Neither of us looked away. It was obvious by this point that she wanted
us to watch. Looking into my eyes, she asked "So...are you boys just gonna
watch, or do you want to get some hands-on experience?"

I reached out tentatively and touched one of her breasts. She
smiled. "That's it, Tommy. What about you, Jake?"

My friend reached out and touched her other breast, his other hand going to
his penis.

My aunt looked at him with a wicked smile. "Make sure to leave some for me,
Jake." Then she lay back again and put her arms up over her head, giving us
free range over her body.

Sensing that she wouldn't mind, I got up and knelt by her side. I kissed
her breast, and then, when she didn't object, I put my lips on her nipple
and started to lick and suck.

She moaned softly and returned one hand to her pussy.

I gently bit down, as a girl had once done to me.  I hadn't liked it, but
thought she might.

I was right. She moaned louder.

Jake got up and moved to the foot of the chaise lounge. HMoving up between
her legs, he sniffed her crotch. Then he extended his tongue and started
licking between her lower lips. `Why,' I wondered, `does he get a big cock
and a long tongue? That just doesn't seem fair.'

A shiver passed through my aunt's body. I reached across and cupped her
other breast, then started playing with that nipple as I continued to suck
and nibble at the other. By this time my cock was throbbing painfully. I
felt like I would explode if I didn't come.  I moved to her other side and
started to lick and suck the other nipple while stroking my hard-on with my
hand. I didn't care at this point if Jake saw me jacking off. These were
exigent circumstances, and, since I had a woman's nipple in my mouth, it
didn't mean I was gay.

When I moaned, my Aunt turned and looked at me. Seeing what I was doing,
she said "Oh no you don't, Tommy. That's mine." She gestured for me to
straddle her chest.

I hurried to comply, not believing my Aunt was going to give me a blow
job. Jake, realizing what was happening, stopped what he was doing and
moved to one of the chairs. I didn't care if he watched. I'd had oral sex
only once at that point, and that had been a thoroughly unsatisfactory
experience. I'd been twelve, and the girl had been eleven. She got scared
and ran home halfway through and I had to finish with my hand. I sensed
that wouldn't happen today.

I positioned myself so my aunt could take my four inches into her mouth. I
almost came when I felt her full lips around my rigid flesh, but I fought
for control. I was determined to enjoy this. She started to suck and to bob
her head so that her teeth gently scraped along the delicate tissue of my
shaft. Though I was on top, she had complete control. She slipped an arm
under my leg and grasped my balls, gently squeezing them as she worked her
magic on my almost virgin penis. Her eyes never left mine, and I felt like
I was falling in.

It seemed like it went on forever, but I'm sure it wasn't more than a few
minutes. I felt like I was going to pee, but I'd jacked off enough times to
know what was really happening. I turned to look at Jake, excited that he
was watching, his own hand gripping his huge cock. My body tensed. My back
arched, driving me further into my Aunt's mouth. She didn't fight me, but
pulled me close, apparently wanting me to come in her mouth. I was happy to
oblige. There was no way I wanted to pull my dick out of that warm, moist
hole; maybe ever.

I exploded, pumping my hot boy spunk directly down her throat. I hadn't
known what to expect, but this was the most powerful, all-consuming orgasm
of my life. I'd probably jacked off hundreds of times, but this was so much
more. I felt it in every corner of my body, and wondered if my hand would
ever again be enough for me.

Then it was over. My Aunt pulled her head back and licked her lips in a way
that - if I hadn't just shot my wad - might have made me cream my
pants. She gently pushed me back, then, as if nothing special had just
happened, picked up her lemonade and took a long swallow. "That was
wonderful, Tommy." I was convinced by the tone of her voice that she wasn't
just saying that. She really meant it. "You taste wonderful, Tommy. Even
better than your father at your age."

My heart sank. 'She did this with my father?' I almost cried. Of course she
had. They'd grown up together, were left home alone all day. Of course
they'd done this together. But, did that take away from what she'd just
done for me? No.

She was looking at Jake, her eyes flicking back and forth between his face
and his cock.

`Am I jealous of that monster cock?' I thought. `Yeah. Probably.'

She said "I'm gonna make you an offer I didn't make my nephew. I'll suck
that big fat cock for you, or you can fuck me. Your choice, big boy."

Jake stood and looked down at her, his massive organ moving with every beat
of his heart. Staring into her eyes, he said "I...I don't wanna make you
pregnant, ma'am."

Her eyes flashed. "You ma'am me one more time, boy, I'll send you home."
She moved her hand over her body. "Do I look like a damn ma'am to either of
you?"

We shook our heads rapidly. I was already getting hard again, and was
wondering why she hadn't made the same offer to me. 'Is it because I'm her
nephew?'

She looked at Jake again. "Don't worry, Jake. I can't get pregnant. You
don't have to worry about becoming a father today."

Jake knelt between her thighs and looked down at her body. Looking at me,
then at her, he whispered "I've...I've never...you know." His blush spread
over most of his body. I couldn't help but think how cute his butt looked
that color. I looked away before I could have any more such thoughts.

Aunt Sarah looked up at him and smiled. "Don't worry. You don't need a
manual. It'll come naturally." She held out her arms to him and pulled him
close. Her voice soft, she murmured "That's it, baby. See how your cock
just found its own way? It's where it wants to be." She reached down and
took it in her hand. "Oooh. So hard. So big. I'm gonna enjoy this."

I watched in fascination - and jealousy -- as she guided his cock between
her lips, brushing it against her clit. "Feel that? Use your hand. I want
you to feel this" She guided his finger to her clit and said "This is kinda
like a little penis, but way more sensitive. You don't want to touch it too
hard." She turned and kissed him on the cheek. "It loved what you did with
your tongue, Jake."

She looked at me and said "Don't worry, Tommy. I'll show you all of this
later. We have all summer."

She reached down and cupped Jake's ass cheeks. "Now - gently -- thrust up
into me. Don't push that whole monster into me at one time. It might be too
long for me. If I tell you to pull out, do it. I don't want a bruised
cervix."

Jake must have looked puzzled, because Aunt Sarah said "God. Don't they
teach you kids anything in school?" She sighed. "Don't worry about it. Push
about an inch into me. Then pull back. Then..." She moaned
loudly. "Ohhh...oh yeah. That...that's it." She moaned again and her entire
body started to shake. "Oh god! I just came. I can't believe it. That fast,
I just came."

Jake froze, his eyes big. "Did I...did I hurt you?"

Aunt Sarah grunted in frustration. "No. Don't stop. I'll tell you..." She
moaned as Jake thrust into her again.  She moaned louder. "I'll tell
you...uhhh...when I want you to stop, stud."

By this time, I was stroking my hard-on, which seemed bigger - and somehow
more powerful.  I unconsciously matched my rhythm to Jake's, stroking my
shaft each time he pushed his into my fahter's little sister. I caught
myself thinking about that big cock in my mouth - or my ass - but shook
that notion away violently. 'No! I'm not queer!'

He went deeper and deeper with each thrust, until I heard his balls
slapping against my Aunt's ass. They were both covered with sweat, and my
Aunt's body was jammed up against the back of the seat, having been driven
there by Jake's powerful thrusts. 'Nothing like a determined
fifteen-year-old,' I thought as my cock started to twitch in my hand. I
moved closer so my jism sprayed across my aunt's face.

She actually turned and smiled at me, then licked some of my cum with her
long tongue. "Save some for later, nephew."

Jake gave one final thrust that moved the wicker chair back almost a
foot. His triumphant scream could probably be heard at sea as he shot his
load into my aunt. He fell forward, pulled her tight against him, and
kissed her chest, neck and face over and over, smearing my cum all over his
face.

Finally, he started to settle down. His breathing returned to normal and he
sat up. Looking from my aunt to me, he said "I...I didn't know...I
thought..." His voice dropped off into silence.

My aunt pulled us both close and kissed each of us in turn. Looking at
Jake, she whispered "I know, baby. The first time...it's magical. I feel
honored."

Turning to me, she said "I hope you'll invite Jake over again. I still have
so much to teach you both."

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Jake and Tommy had lots more adventures, together and with Aunt Sarah.
Maybe I'll tell you some more stories about Aunt Sarah.

Come to think of it, maybe you'd rather hear from Aunt Sarah directly.  I'm
sure she has some great stories of her own.

Let me know at jordan.bradders@nym.hush.com if you'd like to hear more
about Tommy, Jake or Aunt Sarah, and from whose point of view.


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Pornography is literature designed to be read with one hand. - Angela
Lambert, British journalist, art critic and author

A number of years ago a national conference for church youth directors
was held at a major hotel in a city in the mid-west. Youth pastors by the
hundreds flooded into that hotel and took nearly every room. At the
conclusion of the conference, the hotel manager told the conference
administrator that the number of guests who tuned into the adult movie
channel broke the previous record, far and away outdoing any other
convention in the history of the hotel. - Steve Farrar, Christian author
(Finishing Strong: Going the Distance for Your Family, pg 72) Apparently,
Steve thought this was a bad thing!
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