The hot summer days that followed my Auntie Tania’s first lesson were maddeningly, deliciously frustrating. She had left me a dribbling mess that first night because I could not control myself and follow her instruction. I had been forced to salvage what orgasm had been left within me, beating off to a Bananarama video on MTV in the middle of the night. It had taken hours to get any sleep after that, knowing that my goddess, my obsession, slept in the room next to mine.
Auntie Tania had acted quite normally in front of my parents, not giving away any hint of what had passed between us that night. When my parents were away at work, however, she would flutter between flirtation and apparent obliviousness. One moment, she would gaze into my eyes while seductively working over a strawberry or some other fruit with her tongue and, later, she would pass me in the hall without even glancing my way.
She was always dressed in something revealing, usually a t-shirt or a tank top with some sort of tight fitting shorts. Much of the time there was no makeup and her hair was in pony tails. Thankfully, she avoided stockings. I don’t think I could have left the bathroom or my bedroom if she had gone that far. I’m certain that I would have worn my dick to a nub.
I had decided to try to cut down on my private exploitations and save up some virility for my next lesson, if there ever was one. Miraculously, I made it four whole days, despite the many interactions with my aunt. I walked around the house with a constant hard-on, whether she was in view or not. I spent a lot of time away from the house on my bicycle during those four days.
Then came day five, a Friday. That morning, I awoke with another painful erection. I was wearing only my underwear and needed to pee very badly. I rushed to the door, jerked it open and stepped quickly into the hallway only to collide with my Auntie Tania. As I was so much shorter than her and bent over due to my desperate need, my face ended up in her valley of cleavage. She did not back up. For a blissful time that was certainly only a second, I was in boob heaven.
Regaining my senses, I lurched back and stood up straight, leaving my hands covering my now eager cock.
“Excuse me,” I offered.
“You okay, Shug?” she inquired so very sweetly. The nickname was new since my first lesson. It sounded ever so intoxicating with her faint Ukrainian accent.
My mind was busy taking in her vision of beauty. My heart pounded away as my eyes registered her low cut black dress and…I swear the gulping of my throat was audible…black stockings. Her face was made up and her hair was teased in that ‘80’s style that I find intoxicating to this very day. She had left her high heels at the front door.
“Uh…umm…yeah, Aunt Tania,” I stammered.
Her wintergreen eyes passed over me from top to bottom and her red lips parted in a crooked smile. Then she said something that made my heart sink.
“I’m just getting in from my night out. I really have to go,” she said, indicating the bathroom. “I’ll be quick,” she said and slipped inside and shut the door.
I was left in the hallway in desperate turmoil, struggling with the image of my goddess’s jiggling tits and shapely body as she went into our only bathroom. The news that she had been out all night filled me with jealous despair. Who had she seen? Did she meet someone?
My bladder was tested to the limit. I could hear her tinkling in there and the sound of relief sent me pacing the hallway in a barefooted shuffle along the wooden floor.
The door opened and I scooted toward the bathroom. I was frozen in my tracks with the amazing sight of her black panties dangling from her fingers as she stepped out. Her hands were busy tugging the restrictive dress back down as she walked, giving me a glance of her stocking tops at her lovely thighs.
“All yours,” she said and turned away, heading for her bedroom.
I forgot all about my urgency as I watched her hips sway with every step. Her beautiful buttocks jiggled rhythmically along until she stopped at her door. My heart fluttered as she looked back at me, taking too long to turn the door knob. Her eyes went to my obvious hardness and she smiled before disappearing into her room.
My urgency was such that I began dribbling urine right there. I rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door. Maddeningly, she had put the toilet lid down. I bent down to lift it out of the way, still leaking pee into my underpants. As I pulled my erection free and tried to halt the flow, my penis bounced up and down, spraying the toilet. I cussed as I bent it uncomfortably downward to correct my aim. I emptied my bladder and took a breath of relief.
After it was done, I was left with a raging, red and purple boner and wet underwear. I cleaned up and opened the bathroom door. The hallway was clear. I ran back to my bedroom and got dressed, trying hard to keep the contact with my penis at a minimum, for I knew that all it would take to make me blow the load was a tight squeeze.
I could not get Auntie Tania’s vision out of my head. I had to leave the house. I gathered some clothes and went back to the bathroom for a shower. Once I got out I dried, dressed and stepped into the hallway. I was also starving and knew I had to eat something before hopping on my bike. I listened at Auntie Tania’s door on my way past. I was certain I heard a light snoring. Tempting another boner, I squatted and took a look into the keyhole, one of those old-fashioned types that used the large skeleton keys. I was granted a view of my aunt’s gorgeous ass, bare and inviting as she lay in bed.
I stood abruptly, aware of an instant tightness in my pants. Frustrated and wanting relief, I almost went back to the bathroom to manually relieve the pressure, but for some reason, I did not. Instead, I went to the kitchen and ate a quick breakfast and left the house on my ten speed.
I had nowhere to go. No friends to visit. No job. I had an aunt that sexually tormented me and an unrelenting sex drive. I was eighteen, skinny, short and unattractive.
I was in hell but so very close to heaven.
A few hours later, after carefully avoiding human contact, with the exception of the guy behind the counter at the 7-11, where I bought a hot dog and a giant soda, I went home. My legs and ass were achy from all the pedaling, but thankfully, mercifully, I was exhausted and my dick was flaccid.
I parked my bike and went inside. Auntie Tania was nowhere in sight, but on my way to the bathroom to relieve myself of used soda, I heard the laundry machines running in the basement. Tania’s bedroom door was open and her bed was bare. She was cleaning clothes and sheets.
I peed and was about to head to my room when a devious thought occurred to me. She was down there…alone and it would be a few hours before my mom got home. Instantly, I was excited and that exhilarating ‘hunter instinct’ feeling came back, making by breath short and fast as I jogged to the door to the basement. I flung it open and descended the stairs, nearly falling in my hungry need to lay my eyes, then my hands upon my obsession.
I turned the corner and my socked feet slid along the concrete floor to a stop. In the sunlight that bathed the room through a few rectangular windows, the figure of Auntie Tania stood before me, her back to me. Her ass was snugly fit inside a pair of gym shorts and she wore a white t-shirt. Her hair was let down, just as it was when she returned from wherever she had been last night. It appeared damp, as if she had showered within the last couple of hours. Her mane flowed over her back as she turned her head, busily folding her freshly washed clothes.
Daringly, I snuck up behind her and placed my hands upon her buttocks. Intending to place my pulsating hard-on between her ass cheeks, I took another step forward. With blinding speed, Auntie Tania spun and knocked my naughty hands away and the next thing I knew, I was staring at the ceiling with my chest and the back of my head throbbing painfully.
I blinked a few times, unable to move. I had no air in my lungs and in a few seconds, I was near panic. Little by little, my attempts at inhaling oxygen paid off. Before I could recover it all, my aunt’s face leaned over mine.
She was not amused.
The anger in her eyes was as frightening as it was alluring. I felt my hands being grabbed in hers and I was vertical again in a blur. I felt as light as a stuffed animal in her power. I found my legs and was able to remain on my feet. My hands were held painfully tight at the wrist by Aunt Tania’s and I could do nothing about it.
“I am not yours to fondle, Henry!!” she yelled and gave me a shake. Any amusement I felt over the incident was gone in that instant.
“I…I…,” I muttered. I was trying to apologize. As much as my dick wanted relief by this woman’s favor, the rest of me was aware that I had done wrong and that she was going to beat me to death.
“Shut up!!” she screamed into my face.
“You were doing so well,” she went on, intriguing me. “Now you’ll have to wait longer for your next lesson.”
My heart was elated. I was not to be killed and there was going to be another lesson! I remained respectfully quiet. She was not done and let up on my wrists not a bit.
“I will decide when, where and if
there is to be contact,” she instructed me in a lowered voice. “Keep control of yourself and prove to me that you will be patient. Get the fuck out of here!”
With that, she harshly shoved my aching wrists away and stared sternly into my face. I nodded, apologized lamely and rushed off. I returned to my room and was determined to ignore the pounding in my head, chest and fully aroused cock. I had deserved her anger and I was going to punish myself by not jerking off.
A week went by. Auntie Tania treated me coolly the whole time. There was no flirtatious displays, no winking, no seductive references to me as “Shug” or “Hon”. When she did speak to me, I was just ‘Henry’.
Another Friday evening came and Auntie Tania dressed for a date, so she said. I was devastated, but kept silent. Super-hot as ever, she left the house wearing her sexiest gear. A new pair of stockings adorned with black dragons stitched into the sides, black leather skirt that ended just above the knee and a tight blue blouse that she had left unbuttoned at the top. Her hair and makeup were in full ‘music video babe’ mode and I could not get her image out of my head after she drove off.
Having nowhere to go, as usual, I settled in my bed to watch television. I ignored the strong urge to jerk away my lust for my aunt, but just barely. I had drifted off to sleep sometime late that night with the television on.
Something woke me, I’m not sure what. There was no surprise visitor to my bed but something occurred to stir me. I lifted my head and turned toward my door. It was open and in the doorframe was the gorgeous figure of my Auntie Tania. Dressed just as she was when she left, she stared at me with an expression that I could not define. Was she angry? She certainly did not look happy. There was a blank hardness in her eyes, like she wanted something.
Saying not a word to me, she gave my door a push and turned away. The door lightly struck the wall and I could hear her heels clicking lazily away. For a second, I thought of what to do and could think of nothing. I was afraid to move but longed to set my hungry eyes upon her again. I launched out of bed, snapped off the television and struck my head out into the hallway. I was just in time to see her sexiness slip around the corner and into the lit living room. It was the only light on in the house.
I nervously turned my head toward my parent’s bedroom. The door was shut and there was no light emanated from the bottom edge. I checked the time on my clock radio in my room. It was almost three in the morning. They would be deeply asleep.
Anxious to see my obsession, I ventured into the hallway, stepping as lightly as I possibly could. The night was warm despite the air conditioning, so I was wearing only my underwear.
I approached the end of the hall and stopped short. I placed my left hand on the wall and took a deep breath.
“Where are you, Henry?” called Auntie Tania playfully. Her voice was cautiously low, but not quite a whisper. Had I remained in my room, I would not have heard her.
I showed myself, stepping into the yellowish light of the single lamp by the couch on which she sat. She looked glorious with her casually crossed legs and her right arm placed upon the armrest, the fingers of which graced her wet, red lips. With her left hand, she stroked her thigh, slowly and sensuously. The tight black bra pressed her cleavage into the expanse of the barely buttoned blouse.
“Come here,” she ordered. Her lightly colored eyes drilled into mine as I came closer, heading for the couch. “No.”
I stopped. She pointed to the chair against the opposite wall, hopelessly, terribly far away from her. I turned toward it and sat upon its edge. Nervous, I realized that my dick had stayed hidden, softened by sleep despite the vision of the gorgeous female fully in view.
Saying nothing, she lifted her crossed right leg, pushed the coffee table off to her left and set her foot down to the floor with her knees slightly apart. If her skirt had been shorter, I would have seen her panties.
“Bring the chair closer,” she commanded as she caressed her outer thighs with her hands.
I wasted no time dragging the cloth high-backed chair across the floor.
“Stop. Sit,” she ordered and I obeyed. My eyes settled upon hers and I heard the distinct sound of zippers. Watching her hands, I saw gaps open up on both sides of her skirt. Without missing a beat, Auntie Tania spread her legs wide, displaying her inner thighs and tight panties.
My mouth dropped wide open as she ran her tongue over her lips and lifted the front half of the leather skirt. Her hands rubbed audibly against the nylon stocking and my cock awakened fully. I moved my hand to touch the engorged organ, but was stopped by Auntie Tania’s next words.
“No, Henry,” she whispered hoarsely. “You will not touch yourself, tonight.”
I moved my hand away, intrigued. With every passing of her hands along her thighs they came closer to her pussy, which I could now see was making a camel toe. I felt my pulse in my temple and my crotch and swallowed.
“I know you’ve been saving yourself for the past week,” Auntie Tania admitted. “I haven’t seen any messes in the laundry like I usually do.”
“It’s been more than a week,” I said.
“I don’t blame you for sneaking up behind me in the basement last Friday,” she went on as if I had said nothing. Her right hand found the mound of her pussy and her fingers began to stroke it. Tania lifted her right leg, pointing it incredibly high as she scooted her butt slightly forward. She draped the leg over the arm of the couch and massaged herself deliberately.
“You must be nearly out of your head by now,” she giggled and inhaled sharply.
My dick hurt and hurt bad. It struggled against my briefs as if searching for a way out. Horny beyond belief, I wanted to scream and jump on my goddess, but she would just kick my skinny ass.
“Oooo…,” she breathed and rubbed at the widening ‘v’ at her fingertips. “Sit back and enjoy the show. Remember,” she warned, “you make any moves or noise, we’re done.”
I nodded and sat back in the chair, leaving my legs wide open. My cock tented straight up and the sight of it put a satisfied smile on Auntie Tania’s lips.
She brought her left leg up on the couch and let the pointy heel of her shoe dig into the cushion. From nowhere, she produced a sinister-looking apparatus. It was a vibrator that made my cock look like a cocktail wiener. Made of blue plastic with a chrome, pointed dome, it featured a blunt hook on the other end. I had never seen one of this type, so I did not know the purpose of the hook.
As her wintergreen eyes watched my facial expressions closely, she activated the device and began running the business end against her inner thighs. I became afraid that the buzzing would wake my parents and I swallowed. She seemed unconcerned.
Auntie Tania’s breathing became heavier as she brought the vibrator closer to her wet spot. Lifting her butt to recline further, she pulled at the crotch of the panties until it parted in the center. I inhaled through my teeth at the discovery of the crotchless underwear and exhaled noisily when the chrome end pressed against the fleshy wings of her pussy. Unlike most women that I had seen in magazines or the three x-rated movies I had rented, Auntie Tania’s crotch was almost hairless with the exception of a vertical rectangle just above her vagina.
As she became more worked up by the buzzing wonder, she became wetter and wetter. Her hips writhed seductively against the vibrator and took it inside her further and further with every attempt. As she oriented the device, the purpose of the hook became clear. It was meant to stimulate her clitoris, something I knew of only through pornography.
“Like what you see, Henry?” she grunted.
I nodded and anxiously tapped my heels against the floor. I never wanted to jerk off more in my life.
With the fingers of her right hand, she unbuttoned her blue blouse and exposed her ‘D’ cups, though they were still trapped by the fragile bra.
“Oh, please…,” I whispered. I felt sweat in my crotch and I shifted in the chair.
Auntie Tania froze and withdrew the vibrator. She stared hard at me warningly. I stilled and relaxed.
Resuming her masturbation, the chrome part of the device disappeared within her lubricated folds. I noted that her excess juices were soaking into the pillow cushion and briefly freaked at the possibly that it would be discovered in the morning. I dismissed it, not caring.
Auntie Tania groaned softly and dropped her head back. Her hips grinded in a circular motion against the device in her left hand and it eventually slipped all the way inside her. The hook met with her clit and her right hand slapped the couch’s armrest.
It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I pressed my head against the back of the chair and balled up my fists. Auntie gave her toy many twists and her legs began to tremble. Her breasts heaved within the bra and it must have become uncomfortable, for she released the garment from the front with one hand. Her tits sprang free and I swear I almost came. They were much bigger than I thought they would be and appeared quite firm.
“Oh my god,” I squeaked and jammed a fist in my mouth, convinced that she would stop the show. She was either too far gone or had not heard it over her own moaning and the buzzing.
“Uh! Unnnn,” she blurted and she threw her head forward and back a few times in rhythm with the bucking of her hips.
It was kind of loud, but I no longer cared if she woke my parents. The visions of her that were now emblazoned upon my memory were worth every risk.
Panting as if she had just sprinted around the block, she shut the device off and removed her hand from it, leaving it halfway inside her. Her steely blonde hair hung sexily askew over her face and I could see her looking at me through the strands. She tossed her hair back and gave me a sultry, animal glare. She placed her hands on her thighs and lifted her calves high into the air. Auntie Tania flexed her pussy muscles against the vibrator and it popped out with a fleshy smacking sound.
I almost cried as I bit my hand harder. I couldn’t look away.
Auntie Tania moved the wet toy out of her way and stood up. I thought she was done and was going to leave me there with these beautiful images to jerk off to in my solitude. I have to say that it would not have been too disappointing, but I wanted, desperately wanted more.
Thankfully, she shed her blouse and the unzipped skirt, discarding them to the other end of the couch. The panties she slid down her dragon stockings and let fall to the floor. Her skin was perfect. There were slight tan lines upon her breasts and nether regions. She was so close to me now that I could smell her sweet moistness. I was dizzy with desire.
She sat down upon her orgasm stain and leaned her head toward my crotch. My cock twitched with anticipation and it was at this point where I realized that the tip of it had excreted pre-cum, something I had only read about in “Penthouse Forum”. The circle of moisture was noticed by Auntie Tania and she smiled wickedly.
She shoved her soaked panties into my open mouth and I was ever so thankful. Her scent filled my nostrils and her sweetness was absorbed by my tongue.
I groaned faintly.
“Uh!” Auntie Tania warned and wagged a finger. “Don’t fuck up, Henry. We’re almost finished.”
I thought: Finished
She scooted further back on the couch and ordered me to scoot the chair closer. I wasted no seconds in complying. With her heeled right foot, she guided my knees wide apart and resumed masturbating with her right hand as she fondled her pink-ish brown nipples with her left.
Auntie Tania then pressed her right shoe into my crotch. It was a little painful, but oh, so thrilling. She rode the sole of it up and down only an inch or so, pinching my nut sack with the heel.
“Look at that wet spot,” she whispered hotly as she stared at my stained underwear.
I moved a hand toward her foot with the intent of feeling her silky stockings. Quickly, she removed her foot.
“Last warning, Henry,” Auntie Tania threatened. “I can just go to bed and play with my toy some more.”
I steeled and stared at her tits and flitting fingers silently.
“Put your hands on the armrests and don’t fucking move a muscle,” she commanded.
I was sweating and wanted to wipe at my forehead, but I dared not. I was aware that drool had soaked past the delicious treat in my mouth, but I left it to flow.
She stopped stroking herself and leaned forward to remove her high heels. She sat back, closed her legs, then planted both feet upon my crotch and pressed against my weight. The warmth and the pressure felt wonderful.
She ordered me to scoot the chair a little further forward and, noisily I complied. Auntie Tania ran her left foot up and down my chest while she fondled my cock with the toes of the other. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes tight and prepared to shoot my load, but she sensed it and rested the calf upon my left forearm.
“You can go ahead and touch my leg, Henry,” she granted.
Eager to please I did so and watched my hand caress her ankle and up to the calf. I could feel the embroidered dragon design on my fingertips. I wanted to touch more, but her left leg stiffened against my chest, keeping me in place.
My eyes danced over her beauty. She was fingering her very wet pussy again as her left hand explored her hefty tits. I got the sense from her narrowing eyelids that her fingers were leading her to another orgasm. Breath sighed through her tight red lips and she moaned, certainly from the pleasure she was provided for herself, not my touch.
“Stop,” she directed. I stopped caressing her calf and grasped the armrest.
With deft skill, she took her left foot and pressed her toes past the access flap of my briefs. The nylon material encasing her warm foot almost sent me to a sticky ecstasy right there. Lifting up, she stretched my briefs enough where my dick sprang out.
“That’s better,” Auntie Tania moaned and smiled. For a moment, she ignored me as a wave of another orgasm went through her. I could see her fingers concentrate on her pink, wet clit. Air whistled through her lips as she inhaled deeply. “Ah! Ah….oh, yeah,” she grunted through clenched teeth.
As she worked to catch her breath, she stared into my eyes and gave me that naughty, crooked smile again.
“Your turn,” she cooed and I almost fainted.
I had hoped for a blow job or even a hand job, but what she did next was just as satisfying. With my cock sticking out through the brief’s access panel, she pressed the arch of her left foot against my scrotum, trapping my balls underneath and stretching the flesh on the underside of my boner. This alone felt fantastic and I think it would have brought me to orgasm in a minute, but she fondled the shaft and tip of my cock with her other foot. The sensation sent an intense tingling throughout my body and I forgot to breathe.
“Oh, yeah,” Auntie Tania commented through her smile of triumph. She knew exactly what she was doing and enjoyed her power over me.
I dared not utter a sound or make a move, knowing from the last time that she would quit and walk away. I could not take my eyes from my beautiful obsession. Her wintergreen eyes, her full lips, her sweat-covered breasts, the fully blossomed and wet snatch, and her legs…oh my god, those long legs which separated me from all the rest of her, all of this made her absolute perfection in my eyes.
With one last swipe of her nylon-clad toes over the tip of my cock, I launched my load with a suddenness and power that I did not know was achievable. The first spurt drew a long, white stream high into the air. It draped over Auntie Tania’s right leg and forearm.
“Oh, yeah,” she urged in a restrained voice, just above a whisper. She pressed her left leg harder against my ball sack and kept her right foot quickly massaging my cock, just below the head. The second shot flew much like the first, blasting a stream of cum onto her inner right thigh and tit.
“Yeah, come on,” Auntie encouraged and kept the foot action going.
A third stream arched out and splattered over her left thigh. The sight of my white stuff violating Auntie’s expensive stockings added to my pleasure.
Another shot covered her left foot and calf. The cum was beginning to lose pressure, but Tania took advantage of the swelling sensitivity, concentrating her toes on the head of my penis. If it were not for her panties in my mouth, I’m sure I would have cried out.
“That’s my Henry,” Auntie Tania cooed. A fifth spurt shot into the arch of her right foot. Still, she refused to stop playing with it. The feeling was electric and I could not take it. Even through the panties, my moans of ecstasy could not be stifled.
“Shhh,” she replied to them, but she did not relent. I bucked in the chair in an effort to remove my penis from her reach. With my balls at the mercy of her left foot, I was pinned.
After another moment, she simply pushed her right foot forward, flattening my cock against my lower abdomen. Cum still oozed out, matting my thick pubic hair and getting all over Auntie’s toes.
“That’s a good boy,” she commended. “I’m very proud of you for hanging on so long.”
I was spent and my head was spinning. I could say nothing. I lay back in the chair, and fought to recover my breath.
Aunt Tania removed her sensuous feet and stood in front of me, her hip cocked to one side in a victory stance for which I was all too happy to surrender. With that wicked smile still on her face, she leaned down to me and wiped the pussy juice from her hand onto my cheeks and upper lip.
Turning from me, she gathered her discarded clothing, shoes and her toy. I watched her every sexy movement and removed the panties from my mouth.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Good night, Henry,” she sang playfully and went to her bedroom, leaving me the frilly black present.
When I recovered myself enough to leave the chair, I cleaned up as best I could with my knees and hands shaking from the aftershock. I dragged my satisfied, drained self to bed and dreamt about Auntie Tania’s next lesson.
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