An Evening With Auntie Kate... (1969)

An Evening With Auntie Kate...
(A Story From 1969...)

By Stephanie

In June of 1969 I celebrated my 17th birthday. What should have been a joyous occasion was spoiled slightly for me due to the fact that my father, who was an army officer, was serving overseas and my mother who was pregnant with my little sister at the time had been obliged to go into hospital following complications arising from her condition.

I had been dispatched to the house of my Grandmother, despite my protestations that I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Thus it was that I found myself in the house of my grandmother on my birthday, rather pleased with the ten-speed racing bicycle that my parents had arranged to have delivered yet lonely for my school friends and peeved that the birthday party I had looked forward to would not now take place.

I had been looking forward to my birthday party.

My sixteen year old girlfriend Helen and I had shared furtive fumblings and secret snogging sessions, her passionate moans enciting me to forbidden explorations under her school uniform until invariably she would drag my questing fingers from under her skirt just as I thought she might let me touch her there... She was well used to having her breasts played with, you understand, though even this had taken weeks of work, and even upon occasion would allow me to scoop a pert breast from her unbuttoned blouse and suck greedily upon an engorged nipple, her schoolgirl brassiere bunched beneath her girlish tits offering them up in unmistakeable invitation.

On steamy nights like these, in my house or hers, parents retired upstairs and both of us conscious of the fact we had to be careful we weren't overheard, I would kiss and fondle the girl for what seemed like hours, my rigid imprisoned erection pressed against her thigh, my hands and lips busy teasing her heaving tits and she moaning and panting in my ear...

However...

Whenever she allowed my fingers to snake beneath her school skirt, at first caressing the inside of her thigh, gradually working upward toward the white hot wetness of her knickers, I would notice Helen's legs begin to shake... I KNEW she liked what I was doing as the fingers of my hand bathed themselves in the wetness of her gusset as she'd pant like an athlete into my hair, and yet, whenever I tried to slide my fingers under her knickers and into her furry wetness she'd immediately snatch my hand away and sit up and say, "That's ENOUGH!"

Bloody bitch!

I'd sit and watch her trembling fingers do up her clothes and then straighten her skirt and tights, her heaving body betraying her for the wanton I knew she could be... And after she left, both of us feeling foolish then and embarrassed at our own inexperience, I'd lick my hand of the tangy taste of her and masturbate furiously at what it might be like to really have her...

I'd planned my 17th birthday party as THE OCCASION WHERE I'D FINALLY GET TO FUCK HELEN; my parents away, only my best friends and their girlfriends invited, some great music, some illicit booze and even some marijuana scored from from one of the older coloured kids at school....

And where was I now? In my bloody Grandmother's house, celebrating my 17th alone, (my grandmother having gone to bed after sharing a glass of champagne with me, (she did her best the old dear) and gazing at my new racer bike, the only thing I'd likely be riding in the foreseeable future....
There was easily a half bottle of champagne left and I poured myself another glass as I bemoaned my state while putting on The Beatles 'Sergeant Pepper' at low volume on the record player... I looked at the paltry selection of birthday cards on the mantlepiece, nestled between the family pictures. Pictures of my mum and dad's wedding, photos of me as a kid and a photo of my Auntie Kate, my mum's youngest sister, in her Pan-Am Air Hostesses' uniform... She was in New York tonight. Pity. Auntie Kate was my favourite aunt.

Auntie Kate.... She was a character was Kate! She'd once offered me a joint at a family garden party! I gamely tried to smoke but was embarassed by her giggles as I gagged on the smoke.... My mother's younger sister, she was only about 24 and had scandalised her mother by becoming an air-hostess. A pretty dark-haired little thing, she was gamine and feisty and spoiled from being absolutely beautiful only because she had a slightly oversized mouth with protruding teeth, but they suited her... I'd always weirdly fancied my Auntie Kate... I picked her photograph up and lit a cigarette as I flipped The Beatles album over and poured the last of the wine...

I looked at Kate's photo and noticed how cute she looked in her pale-blue Pan-Am uniform, her little blue porkpie hat pinned into her flowing dark tresses. Her uniform showed off her luscious breasts and in the photo you could just discern a flash of stocking top as her crossed legs hiked up her mini-skirt... She was a bit of a black sheep was Auntie Kate... Rumour had it that during her time in New York she had hooked up with an Italian man called Charlie who had Mafia connections... She'd once shown me photographs of her, bikini-clad, perched on the bow of a large sailboat, surrounded by hirsute American men.... Lucky bastards...

I sighed and decided to go to bed.... I placed the photo back in its place, wishing my beautiful, skinny, fun auntie was here for my birthday.... And wondering if she was being 'entertained' by Americans tonight....

Still thinking about Auntie Kate I passed her room as I walked toward mine. On impulse, I opened the door and stepped in, switching on the light... I'd never been in a girl's room before. It smelled flowery and rather nice. I had a quick look around. Beside the bed was a crumple of girl's clothes. Fumbling through the laundry, I discovered several pairs of tights and panties, some stockings, a brassiere and a garter belt. I couldn't help myself.

Switching on the bedside light I crossed the room and turned off the main light. Lying back on the bed I took off my tee-shirt and gathered my Aunt's underwear in my hand. I pushed the bundle of worn lingerie into my face and breathed deeply. The musky scent of a grown woman was new to me. I smelled the sweet perspiration from her brassiere and the musty fugue of the feet of her tights. Reaching for her knickers, I was disappointed to realise that the centre of her panties were dry and almost crusted. There was little aroma. On instinct, I darted out my tongue and licked my pretty Aunt Kate's knickers... The wetness released a rich scent and taste of womanhood, like I remembered from Helen, my schoolgirl girlfriend, but fuller, richer and stronger.... I began to unbutton my jeans as I began to chew upon the centre of my Auntie's juicy, tasty knickers as I began to masturbate....

I awoke in the early hours of the next morning, slightly hung-over in a tangle of dirty lingerie... As I sleepily grabbed a stocking and pulled it to my face to inhale its sweet musky scent I suddenly realised where I was. In my Aunt's bed!!!

SHIT! If my Grandmother found me in here and like this, I'd be in a lot of trouble! As I was pulling up my jeans and grabbing my cum stained tee-shirt the door opened and my Auntie Kate, tall, dark haired and elegant, dressed in her Pan-Am stewardess's uniform and pulling a tiny wheeled luggage-trolley entered her bedroom....

Her eyes met mine as I clutched my cum-sodden tee-shirt in one hand and her sniffed and chewed over lingerie in the other. My eyes widened in horror as I anticipated her scream....

But she didn't scream, she giggled... And dropped her trolley and sat on the bed, putting her hand on my panicked chest...

" You little fucker," she smiled... "Are you jerking off into my fucking things?"

My eyes closed in my excruciating embarrassment as my Aunt Kate dropped her hand to touch my limp cock which was still peeking out of the top of my jeans. Her touch caused my errant dick to stiffen immediately and she began to stroke me, the first time another hand had ever touched my cock.

"Jesus, Baby," she murmered as she continued her ministrations, "That's an impressive cock..."

I opened my eyes to see my Aunt Kate's head, still clad in her little Hostesses' hat, descend upon my tool and envelop me between her ruby lips. She began to lick me and move upon me like a kid bobbing for apples. Her hand moved from my chest and gripped my shaft with purpose, stroking me in synch with the movement of her mouth....

Her other hand moved to gently squeeze my balls, teasing me with her long nails. Within seconds, I came deep into my Auntie's throat... As she gagged at my copious come, I opened my eyes. She threw her head up and looked at me, her lips glistening with my pearly emission. Now she was not smiling but there was a dark sultry look on her face.

" Take your fucking pants off," she said

As I struggled out of my jeans Auntie Kate stood up and took off her uniform. She unpinned her hat and shook her raven hair free. The sight of her full tits and stockinged legs caused my young cock to harden instantly. As I watched she stepped out of her knickers and held them in her hand as I watched her in her suspenders and stockings, her dark hair framing that pretty face. Almost unconsciously, I reached to take her knickers... She pulled them away.

"Baby, I've been flying for eighteen hours, these might be a little rich..."

I reached out and snatched her pants from her hand, leaning forward on instinct alone to kiss her deeply. She responded, hesitantly at first, and than returning my kisses as I kneaded her fat tits as she climbed up on the bed. Her nipples elongated under my caresses and I dropped my head to suckle upon her tits, first the left, then the right... Now she was panting and moaning. Noises I had never heard before...

She moved above me and I felt my hard cock head brush the raven hairy thatch at her crotch. Moving away from me she she gripped my tool in her tight embrace and placed me at her portal. With a low grunt, she sank down upon me until my balls rested against her perfect ass. I cried out. She was tight, too tight for me..... It almost hurt....

Auntie Kate closed her eyes and began to fuck me, rocking on and off of my hard tool. She moved backward and gripped my thighs in her hands as she rocked. Her tits bobbed exquisitely as she pleasured herself upon me. As she moved, I noticed that her pussy moistened, and I began to slide within her easier now, and my hips began to buck furiously. Now she was leaning back, her hands on my thighs, her perfect tits almost to far away to touch.... In my hand I still held her fresh knickers..... I brought them to my mouth...

As I tasted the high, ripe, damp, tangy scent of her I felt myself come in gallons... I spurted again and again into my mother's younger sister, and as I came I felt my cute Auntie spasm over my cock as she too crested her wave.....

I must have fallen asleep.... When I awoke Auntie Kate was licking the top of my knob like a girl licking an ice-cream. I was hard immediately. I grabbed her hair and pulled her pretty face from me.

"Can I lick You?" I asked... "You know.... There.....?"

"Not now, Sweetie," she smiled. "Maybe later.... I'm tired.... Now go to your room, your Nana's going to be up soon..."

As I grabbed my clothes and exited the room I looked at her. My Aunt had lit a cigarette and was stroking her furry pussy with a lazy hand... Her full tits bobbed as she rocked while pleasuring herself... I could see a messy mix of boy cum and girl juice seeping from her.... Just before I left I watched her, her eyes closed as she stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray on her bedside table. I saw her wipe herself clean and bring her hand to her mouth as she licked her fingers. She was smiling.

I went back to my own room. Eventually, after pleasuring myself some more, well, several times more, I fell asleep...