1. This story was first conceived by my new sissy friend, Simon(e). I thank hur for sharing the outline with me, and I am happy to dedicate the story to Simon(e)’s late Owner, my friend Nicky. N.B. Neither Nicky nor I share the character Olwen Simpson’s dislike of swear words! Nicky was, and I still am as ‘potty mouthed’ as Aunty Joanne!
2. All characters named in this story are over the age of 18, and all the sex acts described are consensual.
3. All authors thrive on comments. Please feel free to add yours, whether you enjoyed this story or not.
For the second time in a little over eight months, I found myself by the side of an open grave in the public cemetery in the town where I have lived for all of the twenty three years of my life. Last time, I was accompanied by my Aunty Joanne, and we were burying her husband, my Uncle Graham. Despite the words that the priest had intoned during the funeral service in church, and again here at the graveside, I wasn’t convinced by her promise of an afterlife. One thing I was sure of though was that Uncle Graham and Aunty Joanne were together again. Her coffin had been lowered into the grave to rest alongside that of her late husband, and after I’d accepted a handful of earth from the undertaker to drop into the grave, I’d thanked the priest and started the short walk back to the house where I’d lived with Uncle Graham and Aunty Joanne ever since my parents had been killed in a car crash eighteen years ago.
I was both upset and confused. Upset because the two people I cared about the most in my life were now both dead. And confused because I had nowhere to go. I wondered what was to become of the house where I’d been so happy. Uncle Graham had been a solicitor, the senior partner in the firm which bore his name. I was convinced that he and Aunty Joanne would have left their affairs in good order, but where did that leave me?
The weather had turned suitably chilly, and as I walked out of the cemetery, a cold rain began to fall. The sky turned markedly darker, and I shivered and drew my long black coat around me to prevent my best suit getting wet as the rain increased. I was about to look for a taxi when a car pulled up beside me. The passenger window slid down and a voice said,
“Alun, I’m so sorry for your loss. Jump in, and I’ll take you home. I have some information you need to hear, so you might as well hear it on the way home.”
The speaker was Walter Phillips, Uncle Graham’s partner bahis siteleri in the firm of Thomas she didn’t even break her rhythm. She merely raised her eyes to mine, and winked at me. It seemed to me that her mouth being otherwise occupied, she was smiling at me with her eyes.
I was in my seventh heaven. Aunty Joanne’s mouth was soft, wet and warm. She was sucking all of the length of my cock, and it was such a fantastic sensation. My breath was both ragged and rapid. My balls were tingling, and then suddenly they seemed to contract as my ball sac tightened. I was familiar with this sensation. It meant I was right on the edge, and about to cum!
Aunty Joanne seemed to sense this too. How she knew was a mystery to me that first time. She told me later on that she became aware of my pre-cum leaking out of me, and that she wanted my cum in her mouth, not down the back of her throat, where she’d lose out on tasting me.
She pulled back so that only my throbbing helmet was still in her mouth. She was just in time! I grunted in ecstasy as the first rope of cum erupted from my cock. Aunty Joanne gave a “mmm!” of pleasure, which was drowned by my own groan as a second, third, fourth and fifth spasm ran through my ball sac, up the length of my shaft, each producing a spurt of thick, hot cum.
Aunty Joanne spilled not a drop! She swallowed my whole load, and as my balls ran out of spunk, and my cock began to shrivel, exhausted by the effort of transferring so much cum from my balls to Aunty Joanne’s mouth, she continued to suck and lick me totally empty.
Eventually, she released me with the same plopping sound which gave me yet another thrill. I struggled upright, and Aunty Joanne pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and behind her ear. She smiled at me, and licked her lips again.
“Thank you, sweetie,” she purred. “You taste delicious. I’d love to give you a big kiss to show you how grateful I am, but I’ve got cock breath now, and I’m betting you don’t want to taste that! Was that your first ever blow job?”
I nodded, unable to speak. All I’d done was to lie on my bed and passively accept my Aunty sucking my cock, but I was exhausted. I cleared my throat and managed to splutter, “I’m sorry that I came in your mouth, Aunty Joanne. I did try to warn you.”
She smiled and made little ‘budge up’ motions with her hands.
“Don’t apologise,” she said, lying down next to me, and not bothering to cover up her open bathrobe. “I’ve been wanting to do that canlı bahis siteleri for at least two years. It’s been such a frustrating time, waiting until you’re eighteen. I didn’t want to run the risk of breaking the law!”
I looked at her in amazement. She laughed at me.
“Don’t look so amazed,” she said kindly. “You’ve developed into a very fine specimen of manhood. You’re handsome and polite. You’re fit and healthy, and the best part of all is that you’ve got a fabulous cock, which, on my first test run, seems to be working perfectly!”
“You must be beating the girls off with a stick!” she continued to tease me. “How fortunate that your boarding school went co-educational a few years ago. It was strictly boys only when Uncle Graham was a pupil there.”
My silence obviously spoke volumes. Aunty Joanne looked at me in amazement. She smiled, and I blushed. Her smile broadened into a grin, and she began to laugh.
“I don’t believe it!” she said, in a terrible impression of Victor Meldrew. “You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?”
I nodded miserably. It was true that I was popular with the girls at school, and I’d had my fair share of kisses. I’d been allowed to feel Eileen Williams’s firm little tits, but when she’d slipped her hand inside my trousers, having first unzipped me, I couldn’t get it up for her at all.
The rumour spread rapidly around the sixth form that Alun Pritchard was gay, and that he couldn’t get a hard – on when a girl played with his cock.
Miserably, I related the whole sad saga to Aunty Joanne, who smiled sympathetically and leaned over to give me a comforting kiss on the cheek. She was right. She did have cock breath. She looked at me in amazement as my cock stirred, stimulated by the kiss and the scent of my cock and my cum on her breath.
“Fucking hell!” she breathed in amazement, and my cock twitched even more enthusiastically. One of my fantasies is to hear respectable women swearing. It really turned me on, and Aunty Joanne had never sworn in my hearing before.
“You look ready to go again,” she smiled, pushing herself into a kneeling position at my side. “Am I right, or am I right?”
“You’re right as usual, Aunty Joanne,” I grinned up at her, taking my semi-hard cock in my hand and waggling it in her direction.
“Can you take your bathrobe off, please?” I asked cheekily. “I’d like to see your tits whilst you’re sucking my cock!”
Aunty Joanne obliged, but as she was doing so, she said, “You’ve canlı bahis had your blow job, young man. I want you to fuck me now!”
She straddled my waist and took hold of my once again rock hard cock.
“Amazing how resilient young flesh is,” she grinned. “You’ve only recently cum, and now you’re ready for seconds. It’s such a turn on to take a young man’s cherry! I’m really going to enjoy this!”
She opened her legs to display a totally shaved cunt. I’d never seen one before, and her plump, pink outer cunt lips glistened with her juice. She lined herself up with my cock and sank down slowly onto my throbbing tool. It slid in smoothly, and suddenly, I wasn’t a virgin anymore!
Clumsily, I tried to fuck her, thrusting my hips up violently, but all that happened was that my cock popped out of her. She smiled at me, put a finger on my lips and whispered. “Sshhh! Take your time. Let me set the pace!”
She put me back inside her, and guided my hands onto her two soft, warm tits.
“Play with my nipples,” she instructed, “and just concentrate on them. I’ll take care of things down below.”
And take care of them she did. Her cunt alternately gripped and squeezed my cock, producing a sensation that was totally different to wanking, or even to having my cock sucked. It was fantastic, and she seemed to be enjoying it too. I felt a warm sensation in my groin, and I thought she was peeing on me, but it turned out that this was the result of her first orgasm. I lay there enjoying the sensation and she continued to fuck me, rather than the other way round.
It was a good job that she’d made me cum less than ten minutes previously, otherwise I’d have shot my bolt much quicker. As it was, we’d been fucking for about ten minutes, when she stopped, got off me and knelt on the bed with her arse facing me.
“Get on your knees behind me and fuck me doggy fashion,” she instructed. “Your cock will go in deeper that way, and you can still reach around and play with my tits!”
In a daze, I obeyed her instructions, and the feeling of her lovely arse up against my thighs as I slid back into her was just fantastic. She allowed me to thrust in and out of her, cautioning me to take my time until I’d got my rhythm right.
I was getting into my stride and she was panting like a dog when I noticed her reaching down into the pocket of her bathrobe her hand emerged holding her mobile phone.
“Fuck me, she’s going to take a photo of us fucking!” I thought to myself, but I was wrong. She pressed a button and put the phone to her ear, hissing “Sshh!” again when I asked her what she was doing.
Suitably rebuked I concentrated on fucking her slowly and deeply. Then I heard her say,