Auntie and I Ch. 02

I woke to bright sunlight. I wasn't usually a late sleeper and I felt disoriented. The apartment was quiet but there was a sound. Auntie! She was masturbating again! It sounded so wet, like those crazed porn girls who go wild on their own pussies! I was already in my sweatpants so I leapt out of bed to investigate, expecting to find her naked, her legs spread wide, her hand furiously rubbing through a sloppy, squirting orgasm.

"Hi, slugger. Sleep well?"

Auntie was at the sink, hand washing her soiled dress. I decided I'd been watching too much porn.

"Yeah, I slept crazy good," I said. I sat down at the table and watched her. She smiled at me sweetly. "Does it wash out okay?" I asked.

"Oh, sure, sweetheart," she said reassuringly. "It's not the first time. If I had a nickel..."

Curiosity furrowed my brow, but Auntie didn't notice. I wondered just how much cum she'd wiped up with that delightful peasant dress, the one that barely contained her big tits. She squeezed the rinse water out of it and hung it out on the fire escape. A fresh sea-breeze caught it and fluttered it like a flag.

"Why don't you take the rest of the morning and do some sketching," she said. "You'll probably think this if funny, but I've done some of my best work after a nice night of sex."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah. It stimulates good stuff. It's not just about your pecker. It's about your mind." She tapped the side of her head with her finger for emphasis. I smiled at my sexy aunt. I realized she was a sexual guru, in a way, with much to teach me.

"Want to go downstairs and look at the work from last night?" she asked. "I'm dying to see it all with fresh eyes."

I nodded and followed her, down the back stairs. She wore a flesh colored bra, and had tights on legs, charcoal gray with a subtle diamond pattern. I'd seen her in them before a couple of times, but I guess I'd never followed her. The ass wiggle in those tights was nothing sort of extraordinary. The kind of sight you want to bottle up and save for a cold winter night.

She opened up the flat file and started pulling out drawings. The work table was littered with renderings of my hard cock. Some seemed exaggerated, but Auntie said no, that's how I look to a woman. She said the more desirous the woman is, the bigger they draw it. It's a subtle thing, not like a caricature, and she said a drawing isn't unreal if that's how the artist sees. It made some sense to me, maybe because I was hungry. If what she said was true, Ginette and Dina and Celine were the most desirous, at least on that night. I was pretty sure they were the three oldest, too.

"Which one's Maria's," I asked.

Auntie smiled. "She almost made you cum, didn't she. I saw her eyes."

I couldn't help but smile a little as I thought of it. It was a moment that seemed dangerous at the time, teetering on the edge of messy embarrassment as I stared into Maria's darkly magic eyes. I don't know what I was thinking, that close to spurting cum in front of near strangers, maybe even on near strangers. I guess I wasn't thinking at all.

"You could have, you know," Auntie said. "I wouldn't have minded. I'm pretty sure the girls would have sorta liked it, too." She thought for a moment and chuckled. "God, that gusher you unleashed for me! I'd be willing to bet most of them have never seen that before. Are you always...so full?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess."

"Did your girlfriend let you cum in her mouth?"

"Not really," I said. "She wasn't, like, afraid of it, but she'd just do it a little when it was almost over."

"Just a taste, huh? So nobody's ever drank you? Like a protein shake?"

Auntie's face looked happy and relaxed. I didn't know how to answer. Our conversations had become deeply sexual and it felt almost normal. I liked it.

We looked at the drawings some more. "This one's good," she said. "Phoebe. She's got real talent. Look at how she triangulated those opposite corners. She's got good instincts."

Phoebe's drawing was one of three that included my hand. She had it down near the base of my cock, with lot's of me extending out of it. My shaft looked solid and meaty. It was a nice drawing.

"We all talked about you, you know, after you went up last night," Auntie said. "I asked them how far they want to go, you know, erotic wise, and there was a unanimous vote to let it go where it wants to go. That gives you a whole lot of freedom."

"What kind of freedom?"

"Well, say, if you want to show Maria that hot load of cum that she can magically force out of you with her eyes." Auntie paused and I didn't say anything. "Is that terrible?" she asked. "Am I terrible?"

"No!" I said. "You're crazy, but you're not terrible."

Auntie's mouth curled into an odd little smile. "We all decided that real erotic art should have two people. That was Celine's idea, but we all agreed."

"Two models? Who else would you get?"

"It would have to be me. It's just...something to think about."

"You wouldn't be able to teach."

"I'd be able to," Auntie said. "We'd take breaks and I could walk around. I think it would work. Totally up to you, though. If it's too weird, with me being your aunt and everything..."

"Wouldn't they think it was weird?"

"I already mentioned the possibility and they all looked happy about it. I think seeing you look more natural has them all intrigued."

"Was it a bad pose last night? I don't really know what I'm doing."

"That's why a partner helps," she said. "Then it can be just normal sexy couple poses. Simulated sex."


"Yeah, silly! I'm not gonna fuck you in front of everyone!"

The way she said it made me wonder if she wanted to fuck me where we couldn'tbe seen. Alone. Just the two of us. But that seemed crazy. My stupid horny mind was running away with itself again, imagining unimaginable thoughts. I quickly thought about what she was proposing and came to the conclusion it was the only way I'd be able to touch her the way I wanted to. Depending on the pose, I might be able to have my hands on Auntie. Naked Auntie. I'd be able to feel her softness the way that I craved, and doing it in front of the class would make it acceptable.

"Yeah," I said. "I mean, I guess it sounds all right."

Auntie looked happy. "Really? Oh, they'll be thrilled! We all talked about keeping this really quiet, though, okay? If you make any friends in town, or anywhere, mum's the word. If you're talking to anybody but the girls or me, you're not involved in the class at all, okay?"

"Oh, sure, Yeah. I wouldn't ever say anything."

I saw Celine when I was out sketching. I was on the fisherman's wharf, a paved parking lot that extends into the harbor, right in the middle of town. It's a place that bustles with activity when the fishing boats are coming in or going out, with trucks unloading and loading equipment and fish, and at night its perimeter is lined with the village's fishing fleet. In the middle of the day, though, it's often deserted, mostly used by tourists as a parking lot for when they browse in the galleries and walk around town taking pictures with their phones. When Celine happened by I was sitting on a guardrail at the edge of the wharf, sketching a Ferrari.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Ferrari. F12 Berlinetta. Pretty rare."

"You know about them?"

"I'm taking Automotive Design at school. I read the magazines."

"You'd look good in it."

"You could come with me," I said. "You could ride for a while."

I felt as if I'd been hit with a hammer after saying the words. It was a pretty good line of flirting, the best I'd come up with so far in my young life, and I immediately felt it's power. Celine didn't answer with words, just with a shy smile. As I sketched, I glanced at her as much as I could without being too obvious. I pictured her breasts, of course, because I'd seen them, drawn in charcoal on cream-colored paper, seven renderings of them, so I knew what I was picturing was real. Pretty mounds the size of a half a grapefruit, with a deep crease along the bottom where they meet the body. All the women had drawn barely-there nipples, so I pictured them, too; delicate little things that I imagined were ticklish.

I could tell Celine was thinking about my cock, because I saw her glancing there, at my crotch. None of the women had seen me in my normal state, when my cock is nothing more than a penis, three inches long and marshmallow soft, so maybe she was wondering how my hard one would even fit in my pants.

Celine was very respectful of my sketching, not talking, just sitting with me. We listened to gulls and watched a local Osprey swoop and soar and dive for a fish. I sketched the dark red car, but Celine's presence was strong. It felt comforting, in a way, knowing what we looked like underneath our clothes. Total strangers try to imagine, but we didn't have to. We had knowledge, and it felt nice.

When I closed my sketchpad we talked about drawing, and the kind of art paper we preferred, and how we both liked trying to capture the moody feel of the rocky harbor. I told her I liked her idea, the one about having two models doing sexy poses at art class, and I told her Auntie — Pamela, I said — was going to pose with me on Tuesday. Celine was silent as I told her all that, her eyes showing her quiet excitement. I realized as I was saying it that it sort of locked me in, there was no backing out, but I think that's why I was saying it. I wanted it to happen. I wanted to be naked with my naked aunt, in front of those women, women who quietly gasped when they saw my erection, women whose eyes devoured me, women whose tits flashed into my mind when I met them around town, like I had x-ray vision. 

Celine walked away, heading to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I watched the back of her as she walked outside the guardrail, right along the edge of the wharf, high up above the low-tide water. I imagined her ass and I wished I knew what it really looked like, naked, without her bluejeans. She was in her mid forties, a little older than Auntie, but she had a walk that looked much younger than that.

It was a good week at the gallery. The man in the Ferrari, it turned out, was a customer of Auntie's. He already owned one of her smaller paintings, and had driven up from his home in Boston to have a look at a large landscape she'd done, one he'd seen on her website. He purchased it on the spot, and we spent the next couple of days crating it and shipping it to him. Auntie was thrilled. She said a sale that big would keep her going for a whole year. It was an exaggeration, but it was a nice lucrative sale and an exciting day.

The big empty space on the gallery wall led to rearranging, and the week sped by with good energy. Evenings were spent on our own work and watching Netflix. There wasn't much sexy talk.

Meredith and Abigail stopped by the gallery one day, wearing backpacks that had the handles of tennis rackets sticking out of the top. Both of the women looked sweaty and well exercised, smiling and happy. They'd been at the schoolyard, playing a set or two.

"They let you play when there's school?" Auntie asked.

"Yeah, nobody uses those courts during the day," Abigail said. "They've got a little tennis team, but they play after school. Meredith likes to get all sweaty and imagine the high school boys watching her from the windows."

Meredith looked embarrassed. "I do not!" she said, glancing at me.

Auntie noticed her furtive glance and chuckled. "He's only a year out, you know. Any boys at Toad Harbor High look like him, you think?"

I heard Meredith's breath leave her, all in a rush. No air seemed to replace it and she went a little white. I wondered if she was thinking about me naked, the way I'd thought about her low-hanging tits when she walked in. They were all tucked into a bra for her tennis game, looking perky.

I thought about Abigail's tits, too, but mostly it was her nipples that came to mind. They were so extended and long in all the drawings, it made me wonder if all the women were desirous of them and had all drawn them more exaggerated than they really are. I could see a little of their form pushing against her tennis shirt, but her bra was getting in the way of my curiosity.

Word had already spread about Auntie modeling with me on Tuesday, and Meredith and Abigail looked excited about it. Auntie did, too, all of them reminding me of adolescent girls trying to contain their enthusiasm when talking about their Saturday night dates.

Meredith had skin-tight shorts on for her tennis game, like bicycle shorts without the crotch padding, and I wondered if she wore them special for the boys looking out the window at the school. I'd be willing to bet she did, and I'm sure she took some attention away from some lessons. The male teachers probably lost their train of thought, too. Abigail's ass wasn't as clearly defined as Meredith's, but it looked nice in her short white tennis shorts. Very nice. I had to give the nod to Meredith, but those look-like-they're-painted-on shorts skewed the vote a little. 

I was hanging a painting when they finished talking to Auntie, and both yelled "Bye, Jon!" to me as they left. I'm pretty sure they were giggling. I'm also pretty sure they envied the youthful high school girls that dated those boys they were showing off to at the tennis court, but there was something even more alluring about women in their early thirties who could pull off that kind of cute.

Tuesday happened with a kind of heaviness. Not the bad kind, more like stage fright. I'd never been to a life drawing class that had two models posing together, so I had nothing to go on as to what was expected. I worried I'd look like a dork, touching Auntie awkwardly, making the women — and especially Maria for some reason — think I knew nothing of eroticism, nothing of how to be with a sexy woman.

It was true, of course. Having one girlfriend, for a few months, even if she did like sex, did not instantly turn me into an experienced lover. I wanted to be one, and hoped to be one some day, but I had no illusions that I'd already made the grade. 

Thankfully, the day went by swiftly, and my mind was often on other things. After a dinner of homemade macaroni and cheese, Auntie went in the storage room and returned with a fresh box of art class wine. "I think we should get a little head start, so we're loose and not so nervous. Our first time might be a little...awkward...don't you think?"

I nodded. "Pour me."

Auntie smiled. She poured two glasses, took a big sip of hers and scurried off to her bedroom. She came back with something in her hand.

"So, you're going to be nude, because you're the main event, but I thought maybe I should wear panties, just so it's not too x-rated, at least this first time. What do you think, the red or the black?"

Auntie held two wispy, lacy things out in front of her, dangling them from her fingertips. They seemed minuscule. That's when it really hit me that nearly every square inch of her would be at my disposal.

"Red," I said.

"Good choice. We'll go full monty another time. The girls should get a chance to draw a pussy, don't you think?"

"It's your call," I said, taking a sip of wine.

"As long as you're willing. We're in this together."

"Oh, I'm willing."

Auntie eyed the smirk I couldn't shake. She looked pleased. "Full monty it is, then. Next week. Tonight we'll break the ice, get everybody used to things. They're really a great group of girls, I think this is gonna be a lot of fun. And just so you know, that big boner of yours is part of the deal here. You're not going to be embarrassed if I sort of...take charge of it, are you? I mean, that's sort of the whole erotic couple's pose point of things, right?"

"It's your call. Pamela."

Auntie grinned ear to ear and I took a big sip of wine. Her smile gets to me in a way that's hard to describe.

"There's a daybed in the storage room, under some boxes," she said. "We need to carry it down and set it up where the posing stool is. I think it'll fit."

"What's a daybed?"

"It's a single size bed with a rail around three sides. You can put cushions up against it and make sort of a couch."

"So we're going to be...in bed together?"

"Not in, more on. Simulated sex, remember? I want your cock front and center tonight, though. So I thought maybe we could lie together with our legs tangled up and I'll have it in my hand. That'd be a nice composition for them, with a lot of long lines for them to shade and shadow."

I nodded. Auntie was in charge. I was just along for the very exciting ride.

The pre-class huddle around the box of wine seemed more lively than the first time. The women were used to me, I guess, and I'd gotten to know four of them, at least a little. I wanted to feel comfortable with all of them, so I chatted with Dina and Leah. They were old friends whose husbands work on a fishing boat that goes out for weeks at a time. They told me they keep busy with crafting and other things, Dina making beaded jewelry that she sells at a gallery down the road from Auntie's, and Leah making jams and jellies and stitchery items that she sells in various places. I asked them if it was hard having their husbands gone for so long. They both said, no, not really, but their eyes told a different story. They both said Auntie and her art class was the best thing to happen to Toad Harbor in years; forever, maybe, now that I was part of it. They're sweet women. 

It was time to get things started. I noticed the wine drinking had been a little more hard core. The place was buzzing with energy. When all the women were at their work stations, and Auntie and I stepped toward the bed in our robes, the room went completely silent.

"Jesus, girls," Auntie said. "A little chatter might help. I'm new at this, you know."

"Batterrrrr up!" Meredith said.

There was laughter. Auntie liked it. "That's it," she said. "Keep it loose here, okay? Here goes nothin'."

I'm sure everyone would have agreed that seeing Auntie unveil herself was far from nothing. She was stunning in so many ways. Curvy and hour-glassy and soft and titty and nipply, and red lacy down below. I started to get a little woozy looking at her, the wine buzzing me nicely. I'm sure I was looking at her more than a nephew should.

"Hey, the batter's up!" Meredith said.

It was my cock, of course, obscenely tenting out my robe, and there was more laughter. It was different, a little nervous sounding.

"Well there we go," Auntie said. "It's erotic art, and our model is ready."

Auntie nodded at me and I took off my robe.

There were whispered gasps like there were the week before, barely audible. My skin tingled from the attention, and my brain tingled, too.

"God. I'll never get used to that," Ginette said, staring at my full erection.

"Sure you will," Auntie said to her. "You'll be an old pro in a week or two."

Auntie took my hand and smiled softly. We stepped onto the little stage and climbed onto the bed. A roomful of curious eyes were on us, wondering what we were going to do.

Auntie propped some pillows, on her knees, with her breasts hanging. I loved seeing them like that, but I was wishing I could see her ass in that position, barely covered by the tiny, flimsy, red lace panties. The women had that view, but I don't know how many of them were focused on it.

Auntie lay me back against the pillows, posing me with my legs outstretched, and then she joined me, lying on her side on the opposite side of me from the women, leaning in against me. One of her legs bent at the knee and came to rest on mine, with the warmth of her thigh near my cock. My arm was around her, and she rested her head on my shoulder. Her warm breasts were against me, the full weight of one of them resting on my lower chest. Her hand went to my cock and I heard whispered gasps from our audience when her fingers wrapped around it. She lifted it upright, like she was ready to give a handjob. I'd stayed pretty hard through the posing process, but suddenly I was harder. The last inch of my length only shows up when things are good. Every millimeter was there when she had me in her hand.

"If last week is anything to go by, I should be able to keep him hard," Auntie said to the women. "We're pretty comfortable, so you should have a decent amount of time to work. How are we looking, girls? Does this look natural?"

"His free hand doesn't look right," Meredith said.

"If this was real, he'd have his hands on you," Celine said

"Yeah," Meredith said, "No guy's gonna let those tits go untouched."

My heart was racing when Auntie's eyes looked up at me. I moved my hand close to her, and my first touch of the warm round curve of her breast was soft and gentle, like hers was when she first touched my cock up in the apartment.

"Ohhhh yeah," she said, her voice soft and breathy when she felt my hand on the fullness of her breast. "That's more natural. Jesus, if I had a cock you girls'd have two boners to draw!"

Laughter relaxed the mood. Auntie's eyes looked up into mine again.

"Keep looking at each other," Meredith said. "That looks awesome."

"I guess this is it," Auntie said quietly to me. She moved her hand almost imperceptibly on my hot shaft. I wondered how long it would be before I ached for more.

Five minutes went by, Auntie's hand moving ever so slowly, keeping me hard as the women worked. "I wish my husband could stay up that long," Ginette said, adding some levity to the quiet, serious mood.

"You and me both," Celine said. A couple of the others joined in on that wish, too. 

I was starting to slip into a somewhat altered state, lost in Auntie's lovely eyes, seeing things about her face and hair I'd never noticed before. Beautiful things. At the ten minute point I wanted to kiss her. Desperately. And my dreamy altered mind was sure she wanted to kiss me, too.

"Thirsty?" she asked me, a few minutes later. "I'm thirsty," she said, looking at her busy students. "Who wants to bring us wine?"

"Got it," Meredith said.

She walked quickly to the table, filled two glasses and brought them to us. "You two look cozy," she said, her smile mischievous. 

She stood at my side, close, just two feet or so from my drooping cock. Unhanded and taking a break, it was still mostly hard but settling a little bit with each beat of my heart until it lay veiny side up on my belly. My hand was still warm from Auntie's breast when I held the wine to my lips, drinking quickly. Meredith seemed to be waiting for the empty glasses.

"Whoa!" Auntie said, after tipping the last gulp into her mouth. "Guzzling wine. Jesus, I'll be all girls-gone-wild up here in a few minutes."

The others all laughed. Meredith went back to her work station, my hand went back to the pleasure of Auntie's breast, and her hand scooped up my still big but much limper cock.

"This needs a little work, right girls?" she said.

"It was much harder," Celine said.

"Yes," Auntie agreed. 

All the women looked on in amazement when she let a mouthful of wine-scented spit drop onto the palm of her hand. My cock was soon glistening, and the slippery hand was moving on it with some urgency. I was right back to hard but she didn't stop. She lay her head on my shoulder and those bedroom eyes looked up at me. We were back in the pose in every way, but the handjob continued. The women went back to drawing, but their eyes were more excited, glancing back and forth from paper to handjob, paper to handjob. My body tensed and what was about to happen was written all over my wide-eyed, open mouthed face. 

And then she stopped.

"Hard enough, girls?" she asked, never breaking her gaze into my eyes.

"Wicked hard," Abigail said, the first peep out of her I'd heard. Wicked is much used slang in the state of Maine, and hard is pronounced hod. Hearing her say it made me chuckle. Abigail chuckled too.

I wanted to scold Auntie for taking me to the brink like that, but all I could do was give her a flare of my eyes to let her know she'd been naughty. Her response was a wink, as if to say, I'm in control, you big horny boy. The woman is always in control.

I was soon back in that altered state, as if drugged. Reclined, head against a soft pillow, with Auntie's warm softness in my arms. That would have been enough, but it was the sustained arousal from her slowly moving hand that clouded me, the soothing sound of eight people scraping charcoal on rough paper that tranquilized me, and Auntie's loving eyes that hypnotized me. The minutes ticked by. I was in a dream.

Auntie's whispering voice roused me from it. I had no idea how much time had passed. "I can't believe you stayed hard this whole time," she said, her head tipped back, her whispering lips tickling my ear. "Want to finish?"

I nodded, assuming we were done. I was wrong. She meant finish finish, and I was powerless to stop her. I watched her spit on her hand again, I felt the smoother, slipperier friction, and soon my abdominal muscles were as tight as a drum head. A hush fell over the room, and my sharp quick exhales sounded loud in my ears. Auntie's hand sounded loud, too, the noise of the slippery handjob seeming to take over everything. We were still in our pose, her head on my shoulder, her lusty eyes big, looking up into mine. I wondered if she'd stop again, but it was too late. I was gone. She angled my canon toward the women, maybe to keep the bed clean, maybe for dramatic effect. My hot white cum spurted out in ribbons, falling to the floor like long strips of confetti. A deep grunt escaped my open mouth. Auntie's hand kept moving and my cum kept flying, gushing gobs of it. I think I heard it splatter on the floor.

There was silence when her hand moved slower. The deepest, blackest silence I've ever experienced. The oozing warm cum made her hand slip over my hot flesh like oil on glass. It seemed no one in the room was breathing. Auntie lifted her head off my shoulder and whispered in my ear, so quiet I could barely hear her. "Another wasted protein shake. Didn't need Maria this time, huh?"

The room came back to life with a voice. I wasn't surprised it was Meredith's. "Good God!" she said. "I'm looking for the tube for the special effect, but...I don't see one. Did all that come from him?"

"Some men a very juicy," Auntie said.

There was nervous laughter.

Auntie sat up and looked down at the floor. "Be careful girls, it's slippery down there. I don't need OSHA coming in and asking about this."

More laughter, a little more relaxed. I chuckled right along with them, but I still felt stunned.

"Work those images, girls," Auntie said. "Use the emotion you're feeling. Use everything you've seen."

She wiped her messy hand on the bed sheet and reached for her robe. She handed me some tissues from the pocket. I wondered why she had them. Had she plannedon making me cum? Was she that crazy? Was she a closeted sexual nut-job? I couldn't help but smile a little. I was embarrassed to be wiping my cock clean in front of the women, but I was smiling. Maybe I was the closeted sexual nut-job. I glanced at Maria. She was working on her drawing but she saw me looking, saw the goofy smile on my face. A smile flashed across hers, but she fought it back. Her eyes told me she was happy.

I left soon after, retreating to the upstairs as I'd done the previous week. It was an awkward goodbye again, but different. We all felt closer, I think; I could see it in everyone's eyes. Auntie was securely wrapped in her robe, making the rounds to everyone's work stations. I was thoroughly robed, too, wetting my dry mouth with a last sip of wine. "Goodbye, everybody," I said. "I hope it was...good." It was a dumb thing to say, giving away my youth and lack of savoir faire.

"Thank you, Jon," Ginette said, her lovely eyes twinkling, with those turned-up corners of her mouth turned-up a little more than usual.

"Yes, thank you," Meredith said. 

The others chimed in with their thanks, too. Auntie didn't say anything.

"Will we see you next week?" Maria asked, as I was turning to leave.

"Sure...if...Pamela wants," I said.

"You're here all summer, young man," Auntie said. "Make sure you hydrate."

I walked away smiling, listening to the happy laughter.

An hour later I heard everyone leave. The circuit breakers clicked off, and the back stairs creaked with footsteps. I was in my sweatpants, sitting at the kitchen table, eating cereal. I expected Auntie to be fully clothed, but when I saw her I remembered we'd both gone downstairs in our robes, ready to work. When she walked into the kitchen her robe was looser than it had been when I'd last seen her. It was still tied with the sash at the waist, covering her, but it was loose enough so her prodigious cleavage was airing out nicely, and her big bosom jiggled with every step she took. She reached for a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water.

"You were fantastic, sweetheart. Did you like it?"

I nodded, smiling more than I wanted to. Auntie smiled, too. 

"Good," she said. "You and me, we're cut from the same cloth, I think. Showoffs at heart." She drank half the water in her glass. "Some people like being seen. I've always kind of loved it. It can be hard to find willing partners, though."

"Really? You've...done it before?"

"Not like this, this is new and exciting," she said. "But yeah, being seen is kind of a kick for me. You don't always even have to be seen, just the thought that you might be seen is super hot. But actually having eyes on you is...well, you felt it." 

I nodded. I had felt it, and it was a crazy, dangerous thrill I was pretty sure I wanted more of. And Auntie, she continued to fascinate me. I wanted to know everything about her sexual backstory — everything she'd seen, everything she'd done.

She set down her empty water glass on the counter. She stood still, relaxed, with an open body language. Her hair was a little mussed and the robe that barely contained her bosom opened and closed a little with every breath. A subtle sexy smile made her eyes even more beautiful.

"Okay, I am all kinds of horny," she said, looking into my eyes. "If we're gonna get this show on the road, I need it to start. Right now."

I sat still, unsure if I was understanding, worried about saying the wrong thing. Auntie, bless her heart, came to my rescue. She never was one to mince words.

"Any interest in fucking your old Auntie until she screams?"

I had plenty of interest, and she did scream. Luckily, she was the only residential tenant along that block of Main Street. The closest houses were out back, buffered by Auntie's storage room and two thick brick walls, so we were free to cut loose, and did we ever. I developed a strong taste for loud lovers that summer, and I'm happy to say my sweet wife falls into that category. In fact, when it came time to think about marrying her, that might have sealed the deal.

So Auntie and I became lovers that night, and she began teaching me all that she knows. It was learning by doing, an apprenticeship kind of thing. The first thing I learned is just how deep in a willing woman's throat a big cock can go. The answer is all the way. Balls deep, I've heard it called. The first time my balls tickled Auntie's chin I wanted to ask if she was a sword swallower too, but speaking wasn't an option. The best I could do was wordless utterances, loud ones that made Auntie's eyes smile. She held me there — her mouth stretched wide around my girth, her throat stuffed full — for so long my knees started wobbling out from under me. She pulled off, my cock coated with slippery glisten, and she gasped for breath. Her face showed her joyous excitement.

"Wow!" she huffed. "Fuckin' awesome!"

She took me in again, all the way down, holding me there until her face was red and her eyes watered. My hips moved without me asking them to, thrusting the last few millimeters of me into the deepest recesses of her throat. I tipped my head back and bellowed at the ceiling.

Again she pulled of, again she gasped for breath. "Yeah!...Fuck yeah!"

She pulled me down and pushed me flat on the kitchen floor and she mounted me. I was so lubed from her juicy throat I slipped right in, but halfway to her depths I felt her muscles, deep in her pussy, contracting on me. She was cumming already, and the deeper I went the more she convulsed. It was some crazy magic and we were lost in it. She came like nothing I'd ever seen, no porn girl, no girlfriend, no dream. It was something new and wonderful. It was Auntie.

A moment later I was throbbing inside her, my orgasm mixing with hers, our wildly happy eyes speaking our thoughts. Her hands were on the hard muscles of my stomach, pressing to help her thighs lift and fall. The sash of her robe was still barely tied, but her tits had freed themselves from the white terrycloth, tits that always took my breath away, looking even more spectacular squeezed between her arms the way they were. My eyes were unable to look away from them as our orgasms raged on, the soft curves and hard nipples burning into my memory.

The staggering orgasms passed and she rode me slow. She opened her robe wide and closed her eyes. My hands were on her tits. Her face gave away her bliss. I watched how her pussy took me in and let me out. It was my first look at it, shaved almost completely smooth, and I was in it! Deep in it! My slippery cum was leaking out, mixing with the white womanly cream she'd coated me with.

"Ohhh, Fuck!" she said, breathless. "God I love a big cock!" She opened her dreamy, lusty eyes and looked down at me. "You, my boy, make me so happy. You have no idea."

"I'm happy, too," I said.

"Are you?" she said, still fucking me slow. "You'll tell me if any of this is...wrong. Right?"

"Don't worry," I said, smiling at her. "It's not."

She led me to her bedroom. 

I'd been in there before, just a step or two inside the door, always with a flutter in my stomach. A woman's private space is special, a little sacred, even, and I'd never felt right about violating it. So the few times I'd entered I stayed back behind the invisible ropes and gazed with curious, reverent eyes upon the nest of a woman. Auntie certainly wouldn't have minded if I'd walked right in, she wasn't even close to protective or standoffish, but it always seemed proper to hold back, to let her woman's space be woman's space. I'd observed things the previous times I'd been inside the door — a soft, toe-cuddling rug on the wood floor, small collections of things on the dresser tops, an inviting-looking, always rumpled bed. The closet was always open, hung thick with the clothes used to cover her beautiful body. There were interesting works of art on the walls, one small painting always a little crooked. Every time I saw it I wanted to straighten it, but that would have been taking too much liberty in her private sanctuary. 

And then there was the smell. My mother's room at home was similar, but Auntie's was special. A mix of perfume, deodorants and powders, dark chocolate and yesterday's clothes. Her cosmetics, which she wore sparingly but beautifully, added to the scent, and there may have been, now that I think about it, a whiff of masturbation in the air. All in all, it was a heady mix.

She led me in by the hand, me completely naked, my sweatpants left behind on the kitchen floor. Auntie's robe was open, her big breasts leading the way, hard nipples breaking the wind. That sounds like an exaggeration, but Auntie was in a hurry, moving fast. Those glorious screams that still haunt my dreams were just moments away.

"I gotta have you this way," she said, positioning herself on elbows and knees on her bed. "You're so big, I wanna feel you all the way up in my stomach."

Auntie's robe was on her floor. We were naked together for the first time. We'd been nearly there, downstairs in front of the women, with just a wisp of red lace keeping us from totality, but seeing Auntie stripped bare, giving herself to me so raw and open, my hands touching her ass and pussy while my hard cock brushed against her warm thigh...it was nakidity that transcended humanity. Auntie looked and felt like a superior life form, and I did, too. It was the deep, shared knowledge that did it, I think, something I'd never felt with a woman before. I was lost in delirium at the first touch of her on that bed.

And then my cock was in her again.

"Deeper, baby. That's it. Every stroke, all the way deep... Oh, yeah, that's it... That's the stuff..."

Auntie had begun her lessons. I love that she talked to me when we made love. My girlfriend at college hadn't really, not much anyway. Auntie, though, she told me just what she wanted, and just how it made her feel. After a while, a few weeks I guess, with her gentle encouragement, I started doing it, too. My wife loves it. She's over on the submissive end of the spectrum, so she enjoys my vocal directions. I wonder what she'd think if she knew Auntie Pamela was the one who taught me to make love that way. 

"Fuck me, baby," Auntie said, the side of her face down on her rumpled bed. "Hold my hips tight and fuck me hard."

Having a big cock, you can't help but notice that you fill a woman pretty full. Auntie liked it. A lot. I got into a nice rhythm, thrusting long and deep, feeling like I was indeed mingling with all of her insides. Tight, velvety, squeezing insides. We were both moaning, Auntie with every breath, the heavenly sound rising in pitch and in volume.

"Oh God yeah!" she huffed. "Don't stop!...Don't ever stop!..."

Her moans came faster, higher, louder. I'd broken a sweat and started to shine. Auntie had, too. She rose up on her arms, up on all fours.

"Can you reach my tits, baby?" she asked, her voice breathless. 

The angle of my deeply thrusting cock changed a little when I reached under for her swinging tits. I could feel it, a different pressure inside her pussy. Auntie liked it.

"Oh, Jesus!" she hollered. "Fuck yeah!...Fuck yeah!"

That's when her moans sang into screams. She was cumming, deep in her gut and deep in her soul, and her voice went free and sang the glory. I fucked like I'd never fucked before, lifting her to somewhere magical, a place I wanted to take her to again and again.

I saw quite a few of the women around town all during the week. They were all so nice, starting to feel like friends. I'll be the first to admit I thought about what it would be like to fuck them, every one of them, even Ginette, who's old enough to be my grandmother. It didn't seem like a bad thing to think about because I knew they were all thinking about me that way, too. I could see it in their eyes. If things had started going that way, me having sex with all the women, I wonder if Auntie would have said anything. I doubt it. Maybe there would have been a threeway with her, or a fourway, or more. They all seemed to love her, and it wouldn't surprise me if they all craved her big tits and beautiful smile as much as I did. 

I had a feeling I could have had my way with any one of them, maybe amongst the rocks at the small State Park on the east side of the peninsula, or inside the abandoned sardine packaging plant at the end of Main Street, or even in my bedroom for that matter. I had visions about it, daydreams, I guess you'd call them. Various of the women would pop into my thoughts, sometimes when I was having sex with Auntie in her bed, sometimes when I was out walking or sketching. The vision was often similar — one of them opening their shirt, showing me the breasts that I already knew. We were usually at the park, amongst the house-size rocks on the pebbly shore. She'd bend over and I'd fuck her, her loud womanly screams reaching the fishing boats as they rumbled past, her husband on the deck of one of them, smiling at us and waving. I guess maybe it was my horny mind's way of reminding me they were all married, but the vision always excited me.

When I contemplated it all, in those quiet moments when I was sketching amongst the soaring gulls, I decided it was why showing myself to them was so exciting. It was mutual desire. The forbidden kind. Being hard in front of horny married women made me harder, and cumming in front of them was an intoxicating thrill. Both times I'd retreated to the upstairs feeling embarrassed, but I was slowly realizing I should have played it differently. Not cocky, or anything like that, just more confident. They were there because they wanted to be there, and I was, too. They came back the second time knowing it would be even sexier, and they all seemed excited about continuing. The only thing I worried about was whether any of them would be able to tell that Auntie and I had taken things to another level in private.


That Tuesday's art class felt like a gathering of friends. Auntie had mentioned a few times what "great girls" they all were, and she was right. The wine drinking that always started things felt more like a party.

"I was thinking we'd do a doggy style pose today, girls," Auntie said. "Do you all find it as erotic as I do, or would you rather draw my...pussy? Do you mind me using that kind of language?"

"Well I'm the oldest and I don't mind," Ginette said. "And I vote for doggy style. Never thought I'd say those words..."

Everyone laughed. Dina spoke up. "Ginette gets to choose tonight, being our elder and all."

"You stinker, Dina," Ginette said. "I'm not that much older than you."

More laughter and more drinking. Auntie and I were in our robes. I didn't get to choose panty color because she wasn't wearing any. The tall box of "Sunset Blush" wine took a serious hit, and then we were naked and the women's eyes were all on us. It was their first look at Auntie in all her glory, her nipples aroused and her pussy freshly groomed, smooth and bare all around the flower-like folds of flesh that felt so good in my mouth, with just some short, soft hair above. My cock was growing fast, rising up into the energy of the room.

"Holy shit, here we go," Meredith said, watching it.

Auntie climbed onto the daybed on her hands and knees, looking like a woman who was put on earth to be sexy.

"Please tell us you'll model for us even after Jon goes back to school," Meredith said.

Auntie looked pleased. "You want me to?"

"And maybe...some of the rest of us could try, too," Celine said. "After Jon goes, I mean."

"Sure," Auntie said. "That sounds great. Maybe we could try a girl-on-girl pose, or something like that. Aren't you sad you're going to miss it, Jon?"

"That's almost worth quitting school for," I said, winking at Celine, like a real ladies' man.

I climbed onto the bed on my knees. I heard some whispered gasps from the women when my hard cock neared its target. I wanted everyone to know it was just a pose so I made sure they could all see me push my throbbing erection down with my hand before my body touched Auntie's beautiful ass.

When I felt the warmth of her wet pussy against the top of my cock I moaned. The quiet room seemed to amplify it, or maybe I really did moan that loud. Auntie made the same sexy "ohh ho" noise she does when I enter her for real.

After we settled in our pose, Auntie spoke. "I don't know how your view is, girls, but if you can see him between my legs you've got a choice. Draw it there, or don't and make it look like real fucking."

"How about if you move your arms out in front of you," Meredith said, "so we can see your tit all squished against the bed. That's hot."

"Like this?" Auntie said, reaching way out in front of herself, clutching the bed sheet with her fingers.

"Wicked hot," Meredith said.

The women all got busy with their drawings. I stayed as still as I could, thinking that was the best for the pose, holding Auntie's warm hips in my hands.

"You should be moving, Jon," Auntie said. "They need to incorporate the action."

I started a slow fucking movement. My cock hardened more, making better contact with Auntie's pussy. She was incredibly wet and slippery, the way she always seemed to be.

"Good...Goddd!" Ginette said quietly, her eyes watching the movement of my body.

"You like this pose, Ginette?" Auntie asked.

"It's...really good," she said. "I wish my husband would try it sometime."

"Ask him to," Auntie said. "Guys love it."

I was hoping the women would start discussing sex positions and their preferences, but the sound of charcoal on rough paper took over the silence again. They were hard at work.

I kept moving. A long stretch of time passed. I'd drifted into that alternate reality again, that dreamlike place that Auntie's soft warmth often took me to. My cock had partially softened for a while, but then I started thinking about Celine posing with Auntie, right there on the daybed. How would they do it, I wondered? Maybe one of them kissing the other's tits? Maybe Auntie's tongue on one of Celine's crazy long nipples? My cock was fully hard again, slipping through the comforting caress of Auntie's wet pussy lips. Without realizing it I'd started moving even more, longer thrusts through the juicy wet warmth at the top of Auntie's thighs. Maybe, I speculated, they'll go full-out and pose in a girl-on-girl sixty-nine. Auntie's breathy, lusty voice pulled me out of my dream... 

"Christ," she said, "I'm gonna cum if you keep rubbing against me like that. FuckI'm horny! All right, just put it in me. You girls won't tell, will you?"

"We're good. Do what you gotta do, girl," Meredith said.

Still half lost in my dream, I wasn't sure what to do. Auntie's hand reached under and did the deed, her moaning groan holding everyone's rapt attention as I sunk into her. She huffed out some whispery giggles. I was wondering if I should put on an act, pretend it was our first time, but I didn't. Auntie didn't either. I could easily glance at the women's faces, but it was hard to tell what thoughts were in their heads. They seemed surprised, which I was glad of, but maybe it was just because my big cock was deep inside their teacher. That alone was pretty surprising.

"Erotic art, girls," Auntie said, her voice breathy and sexy, reminding the staring, mesmerized women of their task. "I don't know how long our young stud model is gonna last, so get to it."

The women's heads all started a frantic up and down, eyes on us, eyes on their work, eyes on us. The sound of charcoal scratching on rough paper took over all our ears, punctuated by Auntie's little huffs and quiet moans when I moved a little. I was trying to stay still, but it was impossible. Even when I was still, my cock was throbbing and Auntie's pussy felt alive. I felt the near danger of orgasm without a single thrust. It was extraordinarily intense, like a tantric yoga pose I'd never heard of, and soon my own breathing was loud and I felt the sheen of sweat all over me. I started to feel woozy.

Auntie looked back over her shoulder at me. "How you doin', slugger?" she asked.

"I don't think I can be still," I said. 

"You can move," she said.


"Sure. Just gentle. No hard stuff."

Ginette's quiet voice was the only reaction when my slow thrusting began. "Good...Goddd," she said.

Auntie looked at her. "Too much?" she asked.

"Never," Ginette said. "Words tend to slip out of me. I'm fine. This is more fun than knittin', I'll tell you that."

The others chuckled, heads tilting between down and up, charcoal pencils working. Knowing Ginette was okay relaxed me. I closed my eyes, held my hands on Auntie's hips and fucked her as slowly as I'd ever done. I was surprised it was less intense than the squeezing throbbing that holding still had been.

"You guys want some wine?" I heard Meredith say, her voice close. I opened my eyes and she was there, standing next to us, with two full glasses in her hands. I'd been lost in an eyes closed, hip thrusting dream for I don't know how long.

"Thanks," Auntie said. She looked back at me. "Stay in me, all right? It'll be less x-rated."

She pushed her upper body up and rose up against me. My arm went around her, just below her tits, to support her. After I'd done it I wished I hadn't — we looked like lovers who were much to familiar with each other.

"God, you two are beautiful," Meredith said. "This is a first for me. I've never seen anyone...like this, before."

Auntie gulped her wine. "That makes good art, when you're seeing something with new eyes," she said.

I drank my 'Sunset Blush' down in two big gulps. When Meredith walked away with our glasses I was already feeling the buzz.

Auntie dropped down into her pose again, like a sexy little doggy, arms out in front of her, hands clutching at the sheets. I started moving inside her, glad to resume again. Auntie moaned like she was glad, too.

Maybe it was the wine that made everything feel different. Is Auntie doing that on purpose with her pussy muscles, I wondered? If she is, she needs to stop. But how do I say that in front of the class? What she was doing felt ridiculously good, and I could feel my hips loosening. Looser hips means longer thrusts, and Auntie responded. My cock hardened even more and we were fucking for real, Auntie's rising moans telling me she was getting as lost as I was. Soon, we couldn't find our way back so we just kept going, climbing, aware of our audience and climbing higher because of them. I was thrusting my full length, out to the tip and in with a slap of our bodies and my balls, the noise of us thudding together rising with the volume of our voices.

"Oh yeah, fuck me!" she commanded. "Fuck the shit outta me!"

I threw my head back and looked at the ceiling, my cock thrusting deep and hard and fast. I fucked her harder, longer, and with even more energy than our wildest private sessions. Auntie was howling, lost in the euphoria the way I was. The crazy thrill of what we were doing was driving us higher and higher.

Auntie orgasmed the way she sometimes does when she's really wound up — loud and proud with shuddering spasms that left her with little control, her thighs twitching, legs shaking, her lungs gasping air between loud exclamations, desperate for oxygen to feed her hot blood. I came the way I do when she drives me wild — animalistic grunts huffing out of my open mouth, my big cock hot and slippery as it pulled out of her, my hand pumping it, gobs of cream splattering all over her writhing body.

"Oh...My...God," Meredith said. Nobody else said a word.

Auntie turned her head toward them, her mouth open, breathing hard. "Sorry," she said. I felt like blurting out an apology, too.

"Don't be," Meredith said. "Just another quiet night in Toad Harbor, right girls?"

There were nods and agreement all around. I was relieved and I could tell Auntie was, too.

"You'll need a towel," Meredith said, leaping into action. There was a hand towel over by the wash-up sink by the back stairs. She hustled over to get it and she was next to us quickly, looking like she wanted to do the wiping up herself. I held out my hand and she gave it to me, and she stood there, breathing in the fumes of carnal combustion.

Cleaner but sticky, Auntie and I donned our robes and the class resumed as if everything was normal, with Auntie making the rounds, teaching one-on-one. I was bolder and walked around looking at the women's work, too, impressed by the energy in some of the drawings. Phoebe's was very good, as usual. I was pleased the women were happy to have me look at their work.

I said goodbye and went up the creaky stairs feeling better about things. It was an odd turn of events — I should have been more embarrassed after what had happened, but I was less. I started thinking about porn actors working in front of a crew, wondering if they got the same thrill I did, or if it was just a job. Auntie came up a little while later and we spoon fucked on the couch in front of an old black and white movie on TV. My summer in Maine was staring to take a set, a comfortable pattern that was crazy and far from normal.

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