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My Aunties Boyfriend
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I used to love visiting my Aunt. I still do of course, but not as often
as I used to. She lived alone in Bedford, Emma my cousin, had moved out a
year or so previous. I would visit her, usually when I went out for the
night in town, and stay for a day or two, to keep her company, or at
least that's what I told her and my mum. But there was another reason
for my visits. Emma's bedroom remained more or less just as it was when
she left, and that was the room I slept in when I stayed over. Her
posters were still on the walls and her clothes still in the drawers. I
was a slim bordering on skinny eighteen year old and really very
confused about my sexuality. The one thing I was sure about though was
that being in womens clothing felt good, very good in fact.
My Aunt left for work every day at about 8.30 in the morning. She would
not be home until 5pm at the earliest, so for the next precious few
hours, I was an eighteen year old gurl. This particular morning I lay in
bed til just gone 9. I thought about what I would get up to that day
and I felt butterflies in my belly with the expectation. Eventually I
decided my Aunt would be safely at work so I got out of bed and had a
shower. I had a petite, virtually hair free body, but I liked to remove
what little hair I did have so that I was nice and smooth in all the
right places. So showered shaved and moisturised, I left the bathroom.
I blow dried my dark brown almost shoulder length hair, then brushed it
into two bunches, one just above and behind each ear, before pulling the
front into a bit of a fringe. Next I sat at the dressing table that was
set against the wall, it had a huge mirror on it, and I used it to
apply a little makeup. I found a bright red lipstick, black mascara,
eyeliner, eye shadow and used the lippy as blusher to make my cheeks a
bit rosie. I spent the next hour or so trying on most of the clothes in
the room. Eventually deciding on an outfit, I got dressed. I wore a pair
of plain black shoes with a modest 3” heel, black fishnet stockings,
held up by a white lace suspender belt that had little white roses on
it, as did the matching bra. I couldn’t find the matching panties so
went with a very plain looking pair of tiny low rise panties. Over these
I wore a white blouse, a short black pleated skirt that just covered my
stocking tops and a black blazer, both of which were my cousins old
school uniform. The blazer was a little tight but looked great as long
as I didn’t fasten it. I felt fantastic and got so horny as I watched
myself in the tall mirror my poor little panties had a hard time keeping
my pussy in check.
Then I went downstairs and busied myself around the house, my Aunt liked
that I helped out, but she had no idea how I dressed as I did so. I
loaded the dishwasher, did a little dusting and tried not to think about
how horny I was feeling all the time. At around lunchtime, I couldn't
eat I felt just too excited, I watched some crap on TV, and daydreamed
while I touched myself through my little white cotton panties.
I was lying there on the sofa my hand on my knickers, when the
fantasy I was enjoying was shattered by the sound of keys just outside. I
jumped to my feet and ran for the stairs. As I reached the bottom of
the stairs I heard the outer porch door opening. Through the glazed
inner door I could make out the shape of a large man and new it must be
my Aunts boyfriend. In a state of total panic, I raced up the stairs as I
reached the top I heard the front door opening. I ran to the bedroom,
jumped into the bed, lifting the covers up over me, I did my best to
look like I was asleep. Before I had got under the covers I heard his
heavy feet as he ran up the stairs after me, he must have seen or heard
me on the stairs and wanted to know what was going on. I pulled the
covers over my head as he burst into the room.
“What are you up to?” he demanded. This was it, I thought, my secret was
finally out. He would tell my aunt, my aunt would tell my mum, and the
shit would hit the fan. Suddenly the quilt that hid my secret was
wrenched from my grip. I sat up a bit and tried to pull my skirt down to
cover my still bulging little white panties and stocking tops.
“Fuck !” my aunts boyfriend exclaimed in shock as he stood over the bed
staring down at me, with the quilt in his hand and a look of disbelief
on his face. A long long moment passed. He was a good looking man, and
was very well groomed, and though well into his fifties he still worked
out regularly and was in good physical shape. I had only met him twice
before and new little about him other than his name, John. I curled up
into a ball hiding my blushing face from him, awaiting an explosion of
anger, but none came. After what seemed an age he dropped the quilt and
moved closer to the side of the bed. I felt his weight on the mattress
as he sat next to me, but couldn’t look him in the eye. Then he said the
last thing I expected.
“Wow, you fuckin sexy!” I was completely taken aback, I raised my head
and looked up at him, still expecting some sort of abuse. As soon as I
did, quick as anything, he leaned forward and planted his lips onto
mine. One hand went behind my head and held my lips against his, the
other hand landed heavily on my shoulder, pushing me onto my back, and
he leaned over me. I struggled a bit at first, but he was too strong for
me and as his tongue probed my lips, to my surprise, I responded to his
kiss. As he kissed me I felt a tingling deep down that I had never felt
before, I relaxed a little, letting the stranger have his way and felt
his hand move down from my shoulder, over my tummy and hip, then up
under my skirt. I whimpered softly, his mouth still over mine, as his
hand caressed the top of my thigh. I gripped the bedsheets as he kissed
and fondled me, then I opened my legs a little and felt my whole body
shudder with pleasure as he took hold of my excited clit through those
skimpy little panties. I whimpered softly as he groped me, squirming a
little under his weight as he pinned me to the bed. Suddenly he pulled
away and stood up.
“Don't move...” he said his eyes roamed up and down my body as he spoke,
“I’ll be right back.” With that he left the room and went downstairs. I
heard him shutting the front doors which must have been wide open all
this time. For a while I couldn’t move, I was screaming at myself to get
the fuck out of there, but felt petrified. I eventually got to my feet
and crossed the room to where I had dropped my clothes. I heard him
coming back up the stairs and I started gathering my stuff in a bit of a
daze, shaking with nerves, thinking I'd just go into the bathroom and
change.
John came back into the room just as I was finishing. He walked right up
to me and took the clothes out of my hands then dropped them on the
floor. One hand moved quickly around my waist while the other, placed
under my chin, guided my mouth to his. Again he kissed me, and I kissed
him back, his tongue teasing and exploring between my lips, while his
hands explored my body. I could feel something in his trouser pocket
pressing into my tummy as he held me tight and I gasped suddenly
realising that it wasn't something in his pocket. He studied me from
behind in the mirror as we kissed and he lifted my skirt taking big
handfuls of my ass to squeeze.
“Take off my jacket,” he said pulling away slightly. His suit jacket was
already unbuttoned so, slowly, I raised my hands and slid it off his
shoulders. He watched me intently the whole time, then took the jacket
from me and dropped it on the bed.
“Now my tie.” He said and watched me in the mirror as I untied the knot, he lifted my skirt to caress my ass as I did so.
“My shirt” came the next request, So, running my hands across his broad
chest I worked my way down the line of buttons. I pulled the last couple
from the waist of his trousers, and unfastened them. His firm hair
covered chest came into view and I ran my hands across it, up to his
shoulders then slid his shirt down his big wide upper arms. He watched
me in the mirror the whole time, his hands taking hold of my waist as he
bent toward me and our lips met again. After a little while he stopped
kissing me and almost in a whisper said,
“Take off my shoes” I sank to my knees before him, my mind racing, I
felt as if I was watching someone else in my body. As my fingers fumbled
with the laces my eyes were drawn to the huge bulge in the front of his
trousers, I was longing to see what was inside, but a part of me was
still scared and I was still trying to think of a way out of there. I
looked up him, he seemed to know what I had been thinking and gave me a
gentle smile and a wink which made me feel suprisingly more calm.
I removed his shoes and socks and knelt on the floor before him. I
looked up at John as first he watched me in the mirror, then looked down
at me. He said nothing, I guess he didn’t have to. My lips were just
level with his belly button, I don't know what came over me, I moved
closer and kissed it. My lips gently caressed his tummy as I slid his
belt through its buckle and unfastened the button at the waistband. I
took a deep breath as I slid his fly down and his aroma filled my head. I
paused momentarily at the bottom of the zip to feel him through his
trousers, my fingers trembling with excitement or nerves. He felt so big
and hard, again I felt slight panic at the thought of him. I was a very
inexperienced lover and the thought of his big hard cock scared me. I
heard him moan softly in response to my touch and felt encouraged. I
pulled his pants open and pushed my face into the gap, taking hold of
his boxers as I went I slid his pants down, kissing him as inch by inch I
revealed my prize. I felt the waist of his boxers catch on his stiff
cock and eased them away from his body. Keeping my lips against him all
the time I eased his pants down over his shaft. His hard rod slapped
into me as it broke free. The old man let out a sigh of relief and his
dick sprang to attention against my cheek as I slid my face into his
groin and kissed his big round balls. I felt his hands on my head and he
held as he rubbed his big hard tool against my face. He moaned softly
with pleasure as he watched himself using me in the mirror. When I took
hold of his shaft and started to ease my hand up and down his length he
began to moan louder.
“Mmmmm, yeah, suck my cock!” he demanded. I eased my hand back and forth
on his thick shaft, each time I could see the bumpy wrinkly skin
rolling on and off his big pink cock head. Then I moved close and I took
his huge cock head between my soft wet lips. I quickly took as much of
his big old cock into my mouth as I could and heard noises of approval
from him. I sucked and sucked as best I could while he watched me
working on his cock in the mirror. A moment later he took hold of my
head again and started to fuck my mouth, Slowly at first, then faster,
and faster. I thought he was going tocum in my mouth, he groaned and
said “fuck yeah!” as his big cock was worked down my throat and in and
out between my lips. Suddenly he stopped and pulled his cock away.
“Get up..." he said, pulling his feet from his trousers that were now on
the floor "Turn and face the mirror" he continued, then as I turned
moved close behind me, taking hold of my wrists and placing my hands on
the dressing table. I let him guide me and bent forward to lean on the
table.
He dropped to his knees behind me, quickly lifted my skirt and pulled
down my panties. I felt his hard scratchy stubbly chin push between my
soft round cheeks, and his firm tongue wriggled eagerly into my most
intimate place. I gasped aloud and felt my back arch automatically,
opening my cheeks and pushing my bottom onto his face. His mouth moved
hurredly up and down my bottom, licking and spitting, making me so so
wet. Then he got to his feet and, taking hold of my hips, he guided his
big hard cock between my soft round cheeks. I could feel his rock hard
cock squirming up and down against my little rosebud. But despite all of
my spit covering it, and his spit in my hole, his thick shaft wouldn't
go inside.
"Don't move..." he said once again, and left the room. He returned a
moment later with a bottle sun tan oil from somewhere. I heard it
squelching on his hands, then his strong oily finger was pushed abruptly
deep inside me. I moaned and arched my back again and he dribbled oil
onto my bottom, working it inside with one finger, then two fingers and
finally opening my poor little hole wide with three. He went right on
fingering me and I watched in the mirror as he poured the oil over his
big hard cock as well, smearing it around as he stroked himself.
"Oh god... oh god" I whimpered as he moved into positioned, holding his
big shiney throbbing cock against my slippery cunt. Then slowly, and
deliberatly, he slid inside me. I started to squeal, bitting my lip stop
myself and whimpered over and over instead. His hands took hold of my
hips and he pulled me back onto him, then holding me firmly he burried
his thick shaft so deep inside. I squealled with pain again and pleasure
as he opened me up, and my knees began to wobble. Bitting my lip again
to stiffle my moans, I gripped the dressing table as he started to fuck
me. Watching me in the mirror as his hips slapped against my bottom, his
hand moved up and pulled at my tie, eventually dragging it out of the
way. John then tried to unfasten my blouse buttons but his fingers were
too slippy with all the oil.
I was to lost to the sensation of his magnificent cock in my ass to
realise until too late and in his frustration he ripped open my blouse
and pulled it and my blazer down off my shoulders, pinning my arms to my
sides. I felt his lips on my neck, his teeth on my skin. His big strong
hand was up the front of my skirt squeezing and caressing my pussy.
Then he started to fuck me faster. He wrapped his arms around me,
holding me to his chest, pinching my hard little nipple with one hand
while the other rubbed my clit hard. His legs spread wide, I stood legs
together between them and pushed his big cock deep inside me sliding it
firmly in and out. The initial pain soon gave way to pleasure and I
started to moan, a passionate, surrendering moan that came from so low
down. I couldn't move, pinned in place all I could do was squirm, and
watch him in the mirror as he fucked me. He fucked me and fucked me, his
hand working my clitty back and forth. I could take no more and my
moans turned to hi pitch squeals as I came.
John didn’t slow down at all and I could tell he was close to cuming as
well. As my own orgasm eased he picked me up, his shaft still burried in
my poor little bottom, and carried me over to the bed. He let go of me
and I fell heavily face first onto it, my arms still pinned close to my
sides by the tight clothing. Before I could react he was climbing on top
of me. He tugged hard at the little white panties around my kness,
dragging them down before opening my legs wide with his knees. He leaned
over me and buried his big throbbing cock deep inside my slippery
little cunt. I moaned uncontrolably with every thrust as he fucked me
hard. His weight pinning me to the bed as he used me until, at last he
pushed his cock deep deep inside me and held it there, leaning all his
weight on me as his cock exploded deep inside. His cum filled my cunt
and I felt his cock pumping all of his juice into my eager little cunt.
He took a moment to catch his breath, then raising himself onto his
knees stroked my ass, my back and my shoulders as I sprawled completely
fucked over the Bed..
“I suppose I better get back to work then,” he said after a while, “I
only came round to get my mobile, left it here yesterday.” With that he
got up, he picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom. I heard a tap
running and slowly clambered off the bed. Standing upright, I felt a
cool trickle of his cum run from between my cheeks and down the inside
of my leg. I pulled my bra and blouse back up, straightened my clothes
and waited. A moment later I heard the bathroom door open and John
heading down the stairs out the front door and back to work.
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Posted on : Jun 4, 2020
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Commented on Jul 15, 2020
Great story! It's no wonder you became a slutty trap! 😛😛😛
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