Ron Taylor
Naughty aunt Susan

CHAPTER ONE

None of the whale fucking mess would have happened if we'd had a pool of our own. But Daddy used to say it was foolish to spend all that money for installation and upkeep when he was paying dues at the club. If I wanted to swim, I could just trot on down. So a lot of it was his fault, or so it seems to me.

Mama and Daddy had gone downtown for the day. They were leaving for a month in Europe at the end of the week, and Mama said there were just millions of things that had to be taken care of. I wasn't going along. That was a disappointment, in its way, because I'd never been to Europe, but on the other hand, being on my own for a whole month had its attractions.

They left me off at the club for a day of swimming, and that was how it started.

The pool wasn't too crowded – mostly idle wives come to enjoy themselves – and I was floating around on my back, enjoying the flow of water across my body, when I happened to look towards the diving board.

A boy stood bouncing there, tall, tanned, well-built. He had longish dark hair, broad shoulders, and a trim waist, and his tight trunks looked as if they were painted on his body. When I saw the big lump of his cock and balls vividly outlined by the cling of his swimsuit, I felt a matching lump well up somewhere in my throat.

He swanned into the air, graceful, lissome, and when he splashed down into the water, I was waiting. Our bodies collided and my legs brushed across his cock-bulge. We both went under, him startled, me conniving, and his arms encircled me, dragging me to the surface and to safety.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he bobbed in the clear water, our feet paddling to keep us afloat. "I didn't see you."

"Yeah," I said, trying to seem flustered and shaken, "I guess so. It was my fault." His arms held me close and I wondered if he was registering the insistent rub of my tits on his chest. For curiosity's sake I skidded nearer and let my crotch bump his. His cock wasn't hard, but it felt big and powerful where my body nudged it.

"Mmm," I said, "I think I'd better get out of the water while I'm still kicking." Besides which, my skin would be starting to wrinkle before long. "Would you help me to the edge of the pool? I think I'm still a little shaky." And to prove it, I trembled weakly in his arms, my teensy shudders fluttering up and down his clutching frame.

In another couple of minutes we were both sitting at a poolside table, shaded by a tenting top, and a waitress had just brought us a pair of matching Margaritas.

"Is this the way you always pick up girls?" I asked, slyly letting him know that I considered myself picked up.

He just laughed. "My name's Eric. Why don't we go somewhere?"

"I'm Pamela Crosby," I said, "and the first place we'll have to go is home, so I can get dressed." I sat back and let him have a fresh eyeful of my bikini stuffed with goodies. Mama and Daddy should be gone for a comfortably long spell, and home would probably be the only place Eric and I went.

He had to change first, out of his obscenely tight and gorgeously revealing trunks, and then we mounted his bike and scooted away. I'd warn a bikini and robe from home, because I hadn't counted on meeting anyone like Eric today, so as we rode through the streets I sat on the robe and let the winds dry me off. My arms were around Eric's waist, my head nabbing his shoulder, my tits pressing the back of his shirt. He was a nice armful and I squeezed closer. One of my hands slipped down and touched the front of his jeans. The promising cock-bulge I'd noticed at the pool was more concealed now, but it was still there, and as I touched it with gentle, probing finger strokes, his prick began to stir with interest.

"Hey, slow down!" he cautioned. "Remember, I'm driving!"

I kept on touching his cock, though, and it puffed and swelled. I began to massage his dick through his pants until, all too soon, we were pulled into our driveway and stopped before the garage door.

I dismounted. Eric was still sitting on his bike, his tight pants full of hard-on. "Aren't you coming inside?" I wondered innocently.

"With this?" he asked. "I don't think your folks would go for it."

"I don't think they're at home," I replied. "So the only person you might embarrass would be me." And with that I did a flip-around and twitched towards the front door. He was behind me in a second, panting as I used my key in the lock.

As soon as I closed the door behind us, Eric was on me, lifting me by the cheeks of my ass. His hands were big and warm and deliciously strong and I lifted my face so he could kiss it. He was sloppy with his mouth, but his intentions were good. His fingers began to creep beneath the leg opening of my bikini bottom and I decided it was time to reassert my feminine dominance.

"Mmm," I protested, smacking away from his kiss, fighting to get my feet upon the floor. "Now you're going too fast! Why don't you let me run upstairs and get some clothes on? I won't be a minute." His hands released me and I stood back, playing with my hair. "Oooh," I went on, "my hair smells of chlorine! Maybe I'll take a shower while I'm at it. You can wait that long, can't you?" He nodded, a bit glumly, I thought, with that hard-on pointing out the front of his pants all big and ready. "Well, have a seat. Unless…" and my voice slowed to a crawly drawl "you'd like to take a bath, too? I'll bet you don't like chlorine any more than I do."

He didn't. And his hands were untying my bra on the way down the hall to the bathroom. While I leaned into the shower to turn on and adjust the spray, Eric was loosening the knots of my bottom and dragging it down. I sensed the momentary nakedness of my body, but it was only momentary. In just a sec Eric was covering me with his hands in all the places my bikini covered me, and he was doing it much more snugly and warmly. I hopped into the shower, my tits springing free of his clutching hands, and I turned to face him.

"You, too," I said. "Get undressed if you want to take a bath with me."

I stood facing him, giving Eric a full shot of what he could expect to receive if he wanted to play. He wasn't getting short-changed, either. I'd like to be taller, but aside from that it's all okay. Vitals – five-four, legs long in proportion so that I don't look dumpy. Which is a problem with shorter girls who have full-sized tits. Mine are 34-C, with big brawn nipples that invite suckling. Hair is a rich coppery shade, and I wear it to my shoulder blades. Eyes are green, like a cat's, and while we're on feline subjects, the hair around my pussy is a shimmery shade of red, thick and silky. From the right angle, however, the pink of my gash is definite and inviting. The boys at school say I have legs all the way up to my ass, and a curvy little set of buns to top them! For a teenager it's an out-of-sight combination, and everything works. Perfectly. I don't get many complaints.

I didn't think I'd have any, myself. The only thing I didn't know about Eric already was the precise coloring of his cock, and it wasn't long till I could see that. For the record it was quite reddish when fully erect, as it was right now, and the balls underneath were cuddled in a small, tight scrotum.

His face was red, too, with eagerness and excitement, and he joined me in the shower with grasping, ready hands. I didn't see any percentage in playing games right now. Not when I felt that hot, hard rod bang my tummy. I just wrapped my arm around him and we oozed together.

While he kissed and felt me, I began to scrub his cock. My soapy hand slid up and down its steely length till Eric moaned and I let go fast, afraid I'd tantalized him beyond endurance.

He shuddered a moment, staring dawn at his prick, and then he smiled. His suds-covered rod still thrust out, hard and expectant, and when I saw that, I added my smile to his.

I dropped to my knees then, letting the shower spray me, and I gently, lovingly cleansed the suds from his dick and pubic curls. When he was thoroughly rinsed, I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and sucked his cock in.

Eric lunged up, standing on his toes for a moment, supporting himself with hands on my head, and I thought he was about to strangle me with his prick. It rammed deeply, insistently into my mouth, hitting my gag reflex, and I gulped loud. The passing excitement subsided and he eased onto the soles of his feet, and his prick slid into a better position. I cupped his nuts in one small wet hand, fondling them as I began to suck the upper half of his thrusting peter.

It had a fresh, clean taste, with a slight residue of soap flavor still clinging to its warm hardness. I sucked his rod playfully, not wishing to make this the whole focus of our lovemaking, but I sucked forcefully enough to let him know that he'd picked up on a break in a million.

He appreciated it. I could tell from the contented groans he made from the way his fingers curled and twined in my hair. From the way he balled himself up into my mouth every few strokes, as if the pressure of my suckling had suddenly become too much for his young manhood to bear.

I sucked his prick as long as I could, but the water was pouring and I had to keep from swallowing the shower spray, and I suppose it was like giving head underwater. After a certain length of time, drowning seems like a viable alternative. I let go of Eric's pole and rose to my full height, facing him. He put his hands on my tits immediately and leaned against me, letting my stomach feel what my mouth had just been gobbling. Our mouths came together and my tongue stabbed inside his. He stiffened for a moment, but when he felt the playful wandering, he grew easy. His hands left my tits and moved around me, once more taking hold of my ass.

I was slippery with soap and water, and so was he. We wiggled and squiggled, providing one another with delightfully uncertain handholds, and then Eric was lifting me again, his fingertips at the same time assaulting the lips of my cunt. I'd been so busy seducing him I hadn't had time to notice how sexed-up I was myself. Not until his finger slid into my hole and began to worm around.

It was like receiving a mild shock. I squealed "OOOH!" and tried to wrap myself around him where we stood, almost knocking the poor boy flat. He held on for dear life as I climbed him like a tree, and he pushed me towards the far wall so that his wiry young body wasn't the only thing supporting my 104 pounds. I had my legs wrapped round his waist and my tummy rubbed his, the big hard spear of his cock bouncing on my bottom as we rocked and staggered together. His hands were firmly gripping my ass, and that finger continued its exploration of my pussy while I tried my Goddamnedest to suck his tongue out of his mouth by the roots.

There was a rushing in my ears that was only partially caused by the flowing water. Everything was happening at a breakneck pace and I wanted to fuck. Right now! I pulled my lips from his and told him so.

He looked happy and he steadied me while I climbed down from my stork perch on his body. We turned off the water and dried ourselves perfunctorily, and then it was a race to my bedroom. I won, because he didn't know his way in the house. Yet. He'd have no trouble next time, I was sure.

Still half-wet from the shower, I flung myself onto the bed and rolled to meet his plunge after me. We came together like crawling snakes, and his tongue was a crawling snake, too, crawling across my face and neck and tits as he fingered my cunt some more. I put my hand over his, urging it to investigate a little more thoroughly, and I kept bumping his cock with my knee to make sure it stayed big and hard long enough to do its manly duty by me.

"You're a wild chick," he said, between nibbles at my tits, the tips of my nipples were erected a full inch, an inch of hot, wet, rubbery flesh that ached whenever his teeth rolled upon it. I reached for his prick and found it ready.

Opening my legs, I beckoned him with my pink gash. "Show you how wild," I promised in that husky, Lauren Bacall type voice I save for beddy-bye.

He didn't have to be asked twice. He was on me like a satyr, plying my thighs with his own, letting me aim the point of his fucker straight towards my fuckee. The flesh of him touched the flesh of me, rubbing, tickling, and my cunt throbbed inside me. For the sweetest second imaginable, and then I stuffed his cock in and up and our bodies came together with a musical thumping sound that was nearly but not quite drowned by a soft groan from him and an acceptant moaning noise from my own lips.

How big was Eric's cock? I don't know. I don't carry a tape measure in my snatch. A cock is big enough when it's big enough, and his was big enough to fill me deliciously. There was no pain, nor was there a trace of void. We were like a hand and a glove. My cunt might have been created to be a home for his pocket [missing text].

I took it fully to the hilt on that first long thrust, and I felt every inch of his prick going in my cunt. My eyes opened wider, just as my hole was opening wider, and I started to giggle and chatter at him, but he was concentrating so hard on his fucking that he didn't hear me. At least he didn't reply. He just kept ramming against me, even though his cock was already fully inserted, and the protracted shudders of his meat inside my pussy were what it was all about.

My knees lifted and my heels locked around his back as he lay between my legs. My ass was off the bed, fully splayed for his greater ease and mine, and I moved against him a time by way of encouragement. He was a bright boy and got the message. His belly pulled away from mine, uncunting most of his peter, and then he gave it to me again with a driving thrust that left his balls swinging in the crack of my ass, tickling the moist cleft and making me throb responsively from asshole to brainpan. "Just like that," I panted, and he gave it to me again.

Just like that. No variation, no frills. It was a straight, hard fuck. Don't get me wrong. I like a straight, hard fuck, and I have ever since I was a young teenager and found out what my pussy was for. But imagination and variation are essentials, too, and Eric didn't seem to show much talent in those departments. Well, so what? He was my age, so he'd told me on the ride home, and I rather suspected that I had balled a lot more guys than he had girls.

But he had a good cock and he could shove it up my cunt so hard and deep and fast it made my teeth chatter, and, as for the rest, he could learn it soon enough. During the next month, while Mama and Daddy were making the Grand Tour, I was pretty certain that our boy Eric would be getting a Grand Tour of his own. And guess who he'd have for tour guide?

I wiggled my butt as he speared in and out, arid the alternate this-way and that-way pressures and pulls on his cock made him mutter aloud in surprise. Clearly this was a new experience for him. He began to experiment with new approaches to meet and counterpoint my own wrigglings, and the result was out of sight. For both of us.

I twitched to the left and he fucked to the right. I sidled to the right and he gave me a left-aiming prong that sent his pecker skyrocketing up my gash sensuously. "By Jove, I think you've got it," I quipped in a breathless voice.

It felt so good now, so much better even than before, and I romped with him like a whore on her day off. As he kept pronging me deep and hard – but with those essential variations. I cupped and squeezed my titties excitedly, finger strumming the nipples till they ached and throbbed.

Both of us were wet again, this time from sex-sweat, as damp as if we'd come dripping from the shower to the bedroom. My armpits squished when I worked my hands, and my hand slid on his body when I tried to touch it. Eric's face was ecstatic as he ravaged me, and I suppose mine must have had that same silly fucking grin set firmly in place. He reached out with one hand and grabbed my right tit, pawing it viciously but lovingly, too, and I covered his hand with mine to keep it there.

Normally I require some effort. You can't just shove the meat to me and expect fireworks. But this was the first time I'd ever brought a boy home with me in the middle of the day, especially after such a blatant pickup as I'd pulled on Eric, and it was such a novelty to be balled in my own little bed, rather than in a car or the woods or on the tiles beside someone's swimming pool or wherever I didn't even realize till a day or two later that Eric hadn't used his mouth on my cunt at all. Oh, sure, I'd sucked on his dick, and sucked it well, but he hadn't reciprocated. And nine times out of ten that's a prerequisite for the guys I screw around with. Well, this was number ten, I suppose.

My period was due any day now, and I always get hotter and sluttier then, too. Probably that's why I'd decided so quickly to come on to him at the club. And what of it? He wasn't complaining and neither was I.

That cock of his just kept sucking in and out. And I do mean slick! My cunt was as greasy as if he'd oiled me with Vaseline and his rod slid through my hot, wet drippings as it plunged again and again to the center of my very being. I could feel a dull thud every time he plunged home, a thud that meant he was very nearly banging his knob on the mouth of my womb. Some girls like that a hell of a lot. I do, if it's done right, but too many guys feel they have to drill you like a machinist. Those big peckers just slid in and out, and each time they go in, all the way in, it hurts and aches, but at the same time it feels so good you don't really want to ask them to take it easier.

And later your cunt aches as if it's just been flogged with a cat-o-nine-tails and you swear to yourself, "Next time I'm going to put my foot down," and you never do it, because the next time it's that same mixed feeling of good and bad. Who said it was easy being a girl? And what girl would have it any other way?

"Get ready…" his voice was tight and tense… "I'm gonna come…" And before he'd finished speaking, I felt the lunging jabs as his cock rammed up my cunt and began to spit out its load of jizz.

My pussy jerked as his cock shuddered inside me, and I thought nice, sexy thoughts and wiggled myself so that my clitty got its full share of attention from his gyrating prick, and a sweet, shivery little cream hit me, too.

It was nothing compared to his. Eric was a groaning corner. His face twisted up and he grunted and moaned and his fingers seemed to be gouging the flesh of the titty he held, and I saw muscles knotting up in his neck and arms. And all the while he kept on plugging me with his rod, shaking it as he dumped his fuck-juice in my cunt. I suppose single, teenaged girls fucked before the Pill came along, but I wonder how much they enjoyed it.

I didn't have that problem. My cunt was as sterile as a hospital ward, and it sucked up his jizz as fast as he could squirt it out. The ripples of pleasure that coursed through me were small and short-lived, but they were nice enough while they lasted, and the flutter of my pussy tickled a few extra drops of cock-milk from Eric's rapidly sinking hard-on. It was wilting almost before he could get it out of me, and as he pulled free, a last, watery glob of jism formed in the shrinking knob of his pole and spilled onto my red beaver.

My legs unclasped and he sank back with a groaning sigh of satisfaction. I brought my ass onto the bed and lay smiling up at him. It wasn't the best lay I'd ever had, but it was okay, and he was a nice, considerate partner, and the two of us might have some fun in the four weeks to come.

"I have a confession," I said finally, reaching to touch his moist cheek. "When we collided in the pool. I did it on purpose. I wanted to meet you."

"Who picked who up, then?" he laughed.

I shrugged, wiping away a seeping gob of cock-cream from my snatch-lips. The touch was soft, but the lips were tender enough to remind me that there could be more, so much more. I reached down to cuddle his pecker, hoping it make it stiff again, but he seemed dubious.

"I don't think I can make it right now," he admitted.

"Where there's a will," I quoted, and I started to suck on him. His cock was small now, and wet with the creamy jism he'd poured into me, and the taste was fragrantly aromatic. I sucked and I sucked and I sucked, I kissed and licked, I gnashed my teeth on the shriveled stalk of his cock, and I even rolled his nuts in my mouth, but none of it worked.

Eric wasn't idle. He had one hand on my tits, fondling them in alternation while his other hand traced up and down my spinal column from nape to buns, and he was clearly interested, but it seemed that he just couldn't respond. Well, he'd dumped a BIG load inside me. It was still dripping from my snatch in pearly bubbles, and I felt all hot and wet and itchy up my hale, so maybe he was just too fucked out to try anything now. Regretfully I let his prick slither from my mouth and we sat up sadly.

"Might as well get dressed," I sighed, and I hopped from the bed to do just that. Rummaging through my drawers, I found a T-shirt and a pair of cutoffs that left the lower half of my ass bare even when I had them on. Eric went into the bathroom and picked up his own clothes, coming back in fully dressed just as I turned from admiring myself in the mirror. He looked me up and down.

"How old are you?" he wondered, a little late for that kind of wondering.

"I told you already," I replied, fixing my face. "I'll be a senior this fall."

"You don't look it," he said.

I shrugged. That was the real cross I had to bear. Made up and dolled up, I can pass for almost any age I want. On the other hand, in kid-stuff duds like a T-shirt and tattered shorts, no make-up, hair uncombed, I look like a slightly well-built twelve or thirteen. So I have to be careful or guys tend to get the impression I'm jail-bait.

I turned to him, with my makeup on and my hair fluffed as much as its wetness would allow. "Better?" I asked. "I'll show you my birth certificate if you're still nervous. Hey, I was just thinking – are you doing anything for the next month or so? Mother and Daddy are gonna be out of the country and I thought I might have a party or two while they're gone, you know, to stave off loneliness? My friend Lilly is going to stay here with me, so if you have a friend."

"Just one or two parties?" he wondered.

"Sure," I giggled. "The first one begins Monday and ends two weeks later. The second one begins the Tuesday after that and lasts till whenever."

And I squiggled against him, wrapping my bare legs around his, making my tits jiggle beneath the tight T-shirt so that the nipples stuck out and poked him through the cloth, and I bit him at the base of his neck, a quick, darting bite that made him yip. He wasn't prepared for the bite, and he grabbed at me with punishment in mind, but I was too fast. I ran out the door and down the hallway, into the living room, with Eric on my heels.

"You're a bitch, Pam!" he hollered, and I threw myself over the back of the couch. He hopped after me, and when we slid together on the cushions, I could feel that my neck bite had accomplished what all that sucking and kissing on the bed hadn't. Eric's dick was hard inside his jeans, hard and strong and thick.

I unzipped him eagerly, dragging his cock past the teeth of his fly with careful fingers, throwing caution to the winds when I had his cock flesh bind.

His tool was that lovely bright color again, and the knob of his prong was swollen purple with blood. I wanted to put his cock in my mouth and suck it till he squirted cum where my tonsils used to be, but he had ideas of his own.

Eric pushed me back, rolled up my T-shirt, and got his bands and mouth to working on my tits. He sucked me, he chewed me, he licked me, he kissed me. It was all nice and I cuddled him to my breast as he nursed on my boobs.

He was trying to get his hands inside my tight cutoffs, and I wanted to help him. But the way we were lying it was difficult for me to lend any assistance. So I did the next best thing. I got a fistful of his cock and squeezed it tenderly, beginning to shuck it up and down with my hand. It was a toss-up whether his cock or my palm was the hotter then, but we did share the heat back and forth.

"Shit up," I commanded, and he did, kneeling beside me with his rod sticking out. I didn't know whether to let go of his cock and use both hands on my zipper or keep my grip and fumble left-handed at the fastenings of my shorts. I was still deciding when I heard the front door open. Naturally, I looked up.

Mom and Daddy were in the doorway, and their eyes seemed to lock right into mine as Eric and I sat there. I wanted to look away but I couldn't summon the nerve to do it. Eric heard the noise, too, and he looked around, going all red when he saw them. His cock wilted in my hand and he tried to get my fist loose so he could stuff it back in his pants and get out, but I seemed unwilling or unable to let go. I don't know which. All my muscles had frozen in place and I was like a statue.

Daddy came pouncing into the living room, Mom close behind, her hands clutching at his flying arms. He was mad, he was hollering, and I think he was promising to do some nasty things to Eric if he could just get his hands on that long-haired son of a bitch. Well, I thought. Somebody's going to catch hell now, it seems.