My first post here!
Saw the thread and could not resist to tell my story. Non-fiction. Still gets me excited, even after several decades, and remains the basis for many of my fantasies while stroking myself.
I was 17 and was dating a 16 year old blond chick with nice big boobs. Together, we popped each other's cherries (yes, I didn't do it before 17) and learned about all kinds of different positions, including oral sex. She also was the first to swallow my cum after a BJ. She loved cum in her mouth, something that I thought all girls did as she was my first… Why o’ why did I ever break up with her? But, I digress. This story isn't about her. It's about her aunt.
Her aunt Joey (name was probably Josephine) was in her late 20s, living alone but engaged to her boss who was a professional photographer. She was an assistant in the studio. They did weddings, senior photos, etc. She was very sexy with a tight slim body, nice medium-sized tits, and a warm smile and bouncy personality. Long flowing brunette. She was also super nice to me and I loved it when she attended their various family gatherings as she always hung out with "us kids" and overall was nice to be with and was extremely cute.
There was a week or so when my girlfriend's parents were out of town for some reason and they had asked Joey to stay in the house and "be the parent" in their absence. I recall that this was shortly before Christmas as my GF asked me to come over to help decorate their tree. When I got there, I found that it was only my GF, me, and Joey as my GF's younger brother was staying with a friend that night.
Hanging with two hot chicks, albeit one older, was definitely cool. Joey was very relaxed as there was no one else around and she joked and kidded with us as we tended to the tree. She wasn't acting like a "boring adult", rather as one of us. She even grabbed my ass once-just as a joke of course. She also made a couple comments that caught my attention as being a bit strange-- something like, "...if you two want to go make out, go ahead- just leave the bedroom door cracked so I can watch..." and "you two are a hot couple". She was kind of flirting with both of us in a fun manner and I became quite certain that my girlfriend and I were going to be able to find some privacy to have sex that night. Excellent, I thought!
Later, we were on the floor admiring the tree and Joey blurts out, "Oh, you just have to see what I am giving my fiancé for Christmas!" At this, she goes and retrieves a photo album. My GF said something like, "Get a book!" (this was our inside joke for when young teen boys get erections in class and have to walk the halls with their text books in front) and I wondered why she said this out in the open-- clearly Joey would wonder what in the hell this meant... but, amazingly she did not. I felt that "something was up".
I opened the album and saw a photo of Aunt Joey sitting on the edge of a bed in a white button-down top (with black bra clearly showing through), a black skirt pulled tightly around her legs, no nylons, but with heels shown just at the bottom of the frame. She was holding a glass of wine and smiling coyly at the camera in that first shot- an image I will NEVER forget! As I scanned the subsequent images and turned each page, the clothing started to come off and I simply could not believe my eyes. My heart rate must have topped 200 and I was really nervous. The camera angle for each photo never moved, so I guessed the camera was on a tripod and was obviously something she did alone.
On the 2nd or 3rd page, she unbuttoned the blouse and gave a nice front view of her bra-covered breasts. I remember thinking, "Holy fuck...!" In the pre-Internet days of my youth, seeing a woman even this disrobed was extremely exciting. I am sure you can imagine my internal struggles to remain calm and “mature”.
I was lying prone on the carpet, up on my elbows. My GF was sitting cross-legged to my left and Joey kneeling opposite the album from me. I was happy that I was in this position as my cock was rock hard as only a teenaged boy can get and I was wearing sweatpants (was common wear during the mid-80s). I would definitely have needed a book or two to cover myself had I stood up!
On the next page, the shots revealed her standing and turning-- giving me great shots of the back of her bare legs and skirted bottom. Again, a coy look over her shoulder and my heart skipped. I was falling in love with this woman right in front of my GF's eyes!!! But, strangely, my GF was actually prodding me to keep turning the pages-- faster than I really wanted. I was totally unprepared for this, to say the least.
I remember an image of Joey's blouse-less back-- only a black bra-strap shown. I noticed freckles on her shoulders. For some reason, the sight of her bare shoulders with those freckles—a grown woman’s freckles within an erotic setting—almost made me explode. To this day, I love the sight of freckles. My wife has freckles on her back… Apparently, it made a lasting impact!
Then she lost the heels and the skirt. In one rear shot, her bare ass cheeks were shown to be nicely tanned and smooth. I was probably hardly even breathing.
I finally got to a photo of her just in black lace panties and with her unclasped bra being held to her tits with only her hands and seemingly about to drop with the next photo. It was time to flip the page, but my cock was about to burst with each minor movement I made as it rubbed between my body and the carpet. To avoid making a mess and a fool of myself, I was trying not to move at all and stilled my arm, unable to reach for the page.
During this hesitation, I kind of froze. I was surprised and suddenly embarrassed at what I thought I was about to see. Was this going to be joke? Why are these two girls egging me on? Must be a joke! The next page would be a giant “Shame on you!” or something.
My GF ended up flipping the page for me. I would have eventually done it, but she didn’t wait.
It was no joke.
There, only a few inches before my wide eyes, stood Aunt Joey in that wonderful photo (another one I will never forget) with her golden breasts fully exposed to the camera. She was slightly pushing her tits toward the camera. Her nipples were perfect. Not large and pink, like my GFs (which also were perfect, but in a different way), but rather light colored and small-- almost blending in with the surrounding flesh. The clarity of the photo was excellent—I could see peach fuzz on the underside of her breasts. I think I stared a hole into them. It took me a long while (or maybe it was only a micro-second) to even notice that her legs had, for the first time in the entire series, completely spread wide to the camera. Within the pattern of the lace, I could clearly see a dark streak where her pussy was- the pubic hair neatly shaven into a thin stripe stretching up towards her exposed navel. I had seen Playboys before, but never with the model sitting next to me, her hot breath nearly breathing on me while admiring my growing excitement.
The second photo was much the same. She just was scrunching her boobs together a bit. As much as I anticipated seeing those perfect mounds, I could not take my eyes off that dark strip revealed by her opened legs.
Distantly, I heard my GF say something like, “I think he likes…” and a response from Joey of, “Yup.”
Over my fear now, and hanging on to the edge of an orgasm (remember those days when just looking at something could make you explode?), I went to flip the page—I just had to see the pink folds of her pussy—the real one just a couple feet from my face. Would she keep her legs spread for me? Would she be dripping wet?
But, Joey placed her hand on the album and teasingly said, “That’s enough, ok?”
Ahhhhh! I was screaming inside, but being the gentleman I am, I somehow managed a playful, “Oh, come on, why not? You look great!” and joked, “Can I take the album into the bathroom for a moment?”
She closed the book while thanking me for the compliment. My GF suddenly put me on the defensive by thrusting her hands under my body, palm up. She grabbed my rigid cock through the soft fabric (thank god I kept myself in control or that would have been really embarrassing) and declared, “He’s hard as a rock!” while giving me a strong shove to roll me over.
I resisted, being embarrassed, and only half rolled over—wanting to, but not wanting to, if you know what I mean. During this brief struggle, she did the totally unexpected and swiftly pulled the elastic waistband down over my engorged cock. As the band reached the base and pressed in, the entire firm length flipped out and into the open air- completely exposed to both her and Joey. I was instantly horrified at their glee, for some stupid reason, and I struggled to hide my penis. Thankfully, she let me roll away and repackage myself safely back into his hiding spot- despite not really wanting this outcome.
In hind sight, I wish I would have just laid back and enjoyed the undivided attention of both ladies. Knowing my GF (after dating her another two years), she would not have been shy in front of Joey and would definitely have at least stroked me, if not more. Then, who knows where that would have led? But, again, I was fully unprepared for this and panicked. 20/20 hindsight is a b*tch.
However, Joey definitely saw my cock in its full glory, even if just for a second. I think she was pleased with herself for getting me this way as she said something like, “Hmmmm, nice”. She then made some comment about needing to make a phone call from the bedroom, and promptly disappeared (with the book, sadly).
Immediately following was some of the best sex I had had at that point in my life. After my GF re-exposed my hungry dick, I exploded into her mouth rather quickly, of course. Then, I got her naked and licked her until she nearly screamed. By then, I was ready for another go (easy to do at this age. Oh, the glory days…). My GF had to walk down the bedroom hall to her room to get condoms, and on her return, I heard Joey give a whistle at her naked body. We fucked right there under the Christmas tree in every position we knew. We were not quiet in the least and I am sure Joey heard it all.
Later, Joey returned to the family room as if nothing had occurred. She was wearing her pajamas, which had spaghetti straps on the top and I got a chance to see her freckles for real. They were awesome. Lastly, she gave me a long wet goodnight kiss on the lips, right in front of my smiling GF, before I departed for the night. By the time I got to the car, I had a new erection from the after-effect of her kiss, and I sat for a while considering whether I should go back in. In another regret, I did not do so and drove away thinking I would have other opportunities.
I never saw the rest of the album. My GF described the remaining photos and they were as I was hoping—full frontal, and ultimately with her legs spread as I imagined.
My GF and I dated for another two years before splitting up. Joey never got THAT frisky again with me- though we quietly joked about the album on and off, and she pecked me on the cheek once or twice. She also would make quiet comments to my GF about being surprised “she could take all of me” and “he’s already a man…” and once pulled my face in between her covered, but bra-less, tits.
To this day, I fantasize about Joey. Whether it is she and my GF sucking me (had I not covered up) or me fucking her from behind with those lacy panties stretched the side and those freckled shoulders straining against my pushes, or me licking that wonderful landing strip – all are good and make me explode.
Well, that’s my true story, written in Penthouse Letters fashion… but, still equal to the real truth.
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