As you both know, I come from Canada. In fact, at the time I was
living in the province of Alberta to be exact. I was born in a small
town by the name of Pines Valley and at the time it had a population of
just over seven thousand souls.
Both of my parents, as well as my brother George - who was about five
years older than me - were living in a very large house that my mother
had inherited from her father. My father was a prospector and he was
often away for as long as a month at a time and sometimes even longer
thus leaving mother to take care of us.
When Canada declared war on Germany - a day or so before the United-
States did - my brother, who was nineteen then, immediately signed up
with the army. This left mother and I along in the big house more often
than otherwise since father's expertise in finding new deposits of
minerals was even more in demand because of the war.
A few months after the beginning of the war my Aunt Paula got
married. She was my mother's younger sister and being only twenty then,
she was a good deal younger than mother was.
My father, at the request of mother, had the previous year,
introduced Aunt Paula to her future husband. He was also a prospector -
father knew him because of the similar work they both did - and like my
father he often went away for long stretched of time.
Aunt Paula had been living in Pines Valley at the other end of town
for just under a year after she and Robert Smallwood got married, then
on the insistence of mother, they moved in with us in our large
house.
Being well over thirty, Robert was much older than his wife but they
were deeply in love and the difference in their age didn't seemed to be
that important in their marriage. They were given the room next to mine
on the second floor, and as soon as they moved in with us, I began
hearing all sorts of strange noises coming from their room. It often
kept me awake even in the middle of the night.
I had just turn fourteen at that time and I was quite ignorant about
what went on between married people, therefore the racked I was hearing
through the wall was intriguing me a great deal. I often tried to
imagine what they could be doing in their room to make that much of
rackets and it soon became an obsession with me to tried and find out
what was the origine of that regular and repeating noise.
After a month or so I began to notice that as soon as her husband
left on one of his prospecting trips- he only went away for of a week to
ten days at the time - it became very quiet in their room. Later when he
was back, especially the first night, I couldn't sleep for half the
night because of the moaning, sighing and grunting. But worst of all,
was the squeaking and rattle that their bed made at all hours of the
night.
I was about to ask mother to let me sleep in another room since there
were three empty rooms in the house, when I happened to talk about it to
my friend Fred. He was a year older than I was and although we didn't
see much of each other, except in school, he was the closest friend I
had.
Before I go further, I must mention here that at the time I was
attending a Catholic school that was run by the Christian Brothers and
it was a boy's only school. Therefore my knowledge about girls was
nonexistent, and to make matters worst, we were constantly warned by our
teacher against the sins of the flesh. If even one of us was seen
talking to a girl on the street it was certain that the next day in
school that boy was seriously warned, and worst still the Brothers had
the approval of our parents on that matter.
Fred on the other hand, although attending the same school, had two
sisters and he was much more informed in the matters than I was so
during recess one day when I told him about the strange noises in the
room next to mine; he went into a fit of laughing when he realized that
I couldn't figure the cause of it all.
I do admit that previous to this talk, we had often discuss the
matter of girls and how their bodies were different from ours, we even
used such words as teats, cunt and fucking. Yes, I knew what fucking
was, Fred had explained it to me. His older brother had enlightened him
on the matter. But what Fred had failed to tell me, was that fucking was
not a one-time affair. At the time, I believed that each and every time
it was done, a baby was sure to be born nine months later. Since there
were no need to do it afterward - at least that was what I thought - it
wasn't done since it was considered a sin.
On that day, Fred told me that married people did it all the time and
it didn't mean that a baby would immediately result from the act. They
did it for the pleasure involved, and more still, if you were married
there was no sin to it.
" The noises that you are hearing Paul, are those of your Aunt and
Uncle copulation or fucking if you prefer. "
I was shocked and I wanted to know more about it. Fred went on to
explain that while they did it, the man's prick was pushed deep inside
the female's cunt and while doing this, both partners experienced a
great deal of pleasure. After that talk with Fred I became fascinated
with the noises coming from Aunt's room and now that I knew exactly the
source of them, I also felt strangely exited each time I would hear
them.
My Aunt's husband had just gotten back from a ten days trip the
previous day, and that night I was kept awake once more by the almost
continuous racket coming through the wall of their room. Pressing my ear
against the separating wall, I could hear the racket much clearer and my
Uncle's grunting became distinct from that of my Aunt's moaning.
After a few minutes, I noticed that her moaning changed to a
squeeling intermingled with a series of high pitch cries whereas her
breathing became very fast. Yes indeed, the action in their room had a
strange effect on me. My cock became quite rigid and my heart began to
beat much faster. How could it be possible, I told myself, that these
noises could have such an effect on me?
I kept on listening. They were now talking and I could clearly make
out every word they were saying.
" It was the most delicious fuck, " said Uncle Robert, " look, I am
almost ready to have you again."
" Yes, I must admit it was most enjoyable. I do miss you so much when
you are away."
Next I heard them moving again on the bed and soon there was more
grunting and heavy breathing. I would have given a lot to see what they
were doing. There I was just a few feet away from them, with only a thin
partition of wood separating us but still I couldn't see a thing.
They were fucking, I was now aware of it, and they were doing it just
on the other side of the wall, this thought sent shivers throughout my
body. It was at that moment that I got the idea of the hole. If I were
to drill a small hole through the wall, I told myself, a very small
hole, the seize of a pencil would be enough, then it might be possible
to see them as well as hear them.
This thought had the effect of causing a sudden burst of excitement
with the result that my cock became extremely hard and was pulsating in
anticipation. I then began to rub my erection while trying to listen to
their lovemaking.
The following morning, I dismissed the idea of drilling a spy hole as
simply foolish. But as the day went on I thought more about it while
sitting in school. Gradually the idea became more appealing and also
extremely exiting. When I got home later that day, I learned that Aunt
Paula and her husband were to go to the movies that evening. What better
time, I told myself, could there be to at least investigate the
possibility of drilling a hole and even drill it if it was feasible.
As soon as they left the house, early after supper, I went into my
room. I examined the wall common to our two rooms. It was covered with
wallpapers that had a repeating pattern of color flowers on it. I didn't
think there would be a problem in placing a small hole though one of the
flowers, but the spot where the hole would immerge on the other side
could be a problem.
I went into the hall and tried Aunt Paula's bedroom door. It was not
lock. I didn't dare think further and I opened the door and went inside.
It was dark and I could detect a pleasant smell of perfume. After
switching on a small lamp on the night table, I closed the door and
began to look around the room. Everything was very tidy and her bed was
well made, but what attracted my attention was the fact that is was was
just a couple of feet from the wall separating our two bedrooms. Hanging
there on our common wall, were two framed pictures of summer scenes in
the country. Both frames were a couple of feet apart and as was the
fashion in those days, one was about six inches higher than the other
was.
It then occur to me that should I drill a hole under the frame of the
picture that was the closest to the bed, and also place the hole near
the edge of the frame so that it would hide the hole as much as
possible, it would be very hard to detect indeed.
This implied that every time I would want to look through her room,
all I would have to do is push the frame aside from my side of the wall
using a pencil or a thin object. It was the perfect plan. Yes it was a
great idea but still it was a big decision for me to take. I knew that
if I were to be caught, mother and father would be most angry with me,
not to mention the reaction of Uncle Robert.
But my curiosity and especially the strange pleasure that I now
associated with this sort of spying were enough to make me go on with
the project.
In the basement, in father's tools box, I found a hand drill which I
manage to bring into my Aunt's room without being observed and after a
couple of minutes of examining around the picture framem, I finally
pulled it aside a little and began drilling. As I turned the tooted
wheel of the drill, I notice the wood chips and dust falling on the
floor and all of a sudden I begane to panic, but it was too late to turn
back and I kept on drilling.
Like most old houses of those days, the wall was made up of only one
thickness of boards and soon I discover that the drill had gone through
the other side. When I look into the hole, I could see the inside of my
room and my heart began to beat faster in anticipation. After picking
the chips and dust from the floor I replaced the picture frame back in
place thus hiding almost completely the small hole I had just made.
That night, I was in my room at ten waiting for my Aunt and her
husband to return from the movies. When they did get home, they remained
downstairs talking with mother for half an hour before finally going to
their room. I immediately turned off the light when I heard them
climbing the stairs, then I heard them entering their own room. Suddenly
I saw a ray of light coming through the hole in the wall. It occur to me
that the same thing could happen on the other side if I was careless
enough to turn on the light in my room while it was dark on the other
side, I therefore made a mental note to never let this happen.
Then very carefully, with a short length of rigid wire that I had
prepared for this purpose, I began to push aside the framed picture on
the other side.
Half the hole was still hidden by the wooden frame but it was enough
since I could see almost everywhere in their room. They were both
standing behind the closed door and Uncle was holding my Aunt in his
arms as they were kissing.
While his lips were glued to hers, his hands were moving downward on
her back until he was holding her bottom in his hands. I could see his
fingers opening and closing as if he was trying to pull her flesh apart.
After a while his right hand proceed to lift her skirt until I could see
the naked flesh of her thighs above her stockings. Soon his left hand
began assisting his right hand and her skirt was lifted around her
waists thus exposing her pink panties and her exquisite upper thighs.
Without even realizing it, I had been rubbing my extremely hard prick
against the wall and I was very close to a climax. Never before had I
seen such an exiting spectacle, I was getting drunk on my Aunt's charms
while my eyes feasted on her upper thighs.
At last she pushed my Uncle aside as she begged him to let her take
off her clothes before they got ripped off her body in his eagerness.
Without saying another word, they both got undressed. You can well
imagine that I didn't waste my time watching Uncle Robert undress.
Aunt Paula first removed her skirt, which she let fall down to the
floor, then as she stood in her panties, she picked it up and went to
the wardrobe where she hung it careful. It was my first look at a woman
in panties and her beauty stunned me. Her legs were very straight and
long with nicely round upper thighs, and while her hips were wide she
had a very small waistline. Through the thin, pink material of her
panties, I could see the outline of the black hairs on her mount; even
the swell of the lips of her cunt could be detected.
She then went on to remove her blouse while looking at her husband
with a most provocative expression. Next she went to the wardrobe where
she hung her blouse on a rack, slowly she walked back and sat on the
edge of the bed. Bending over she removed both shoes and then she
proceeded to remove both silk socks which she threw on the back of a
chair. By that time, Uncle Robert was stark naked and as he observed her
he had a huge erection. His prick was bigger than mine was I could tell
but not by much especially at the present moment with the huge erection
I had. He didn't let her finish undressing, instead he rushed toward her
then seizing her in his arms he pushed her on the bed.
" Wait Robert, let me remove my panties and bra, beside you have left
the light on."
" Who care about the light, with a body like yours the whole world
should see it. Beside I like to fuck you whILE I can look at your pretty
face."
" No, please turn off the light, you know that it make me nervous
when I know you are watching me."
When Uncle got off her body to turn off the light, I had time enough
to see her removes her bra and both of her voluminous breasts were
visible for a couple seconds.
I was still fully clothed then, but when her godly breasts were
exposed, I suddenly felt the release of pressure as I shoved harder
against the wall thus making me climax in my pants. By the time the
erotic storm was over, the light was off in their room and although I
could clearly hear them, I couldn't see anything .
Early the next morning I was back watching through the hole. They
were both still sleeping, but once in a while I could see Uncle's hand
move under the blanket, I could well imagine that he was fondling her,
even though she was still sleeping. Half an hour later he climbed on top
of her. Apparently she was still sleeping but the instant he got on her
she opened her eyes and smiled at him.
" My my, you are early this morning. One would think that after the
numerous times you had me last evening and even in the middle of the
night, you would be satisfy by now."
" Satisfy of you? Never. Beside, I know that you like it as much as I
do, after all you were the one to initiate our love making in the middle
of the night, don't you remember dear? "
" Yes, yes, I do like it, and when you are away I sometimes think
that I will go crazy. "
He was doing something with his hand, which was still between their
bodies and under the blankets. Then one hand appeared on her shoulder
and he began to rock on top of her. I knew that he was fucking her, but
I couldn't see much since they were both partly covered by the blankets.
Aunt's eyes were closed and her face had an expression of pain as she
bit her lips. But I was now informed enough to know that pain was not
the reflection of her facial expression.
Beside, her hands were betraying her since they were constantly
moving over his back as if she was urging him on. Gradually she began to
gasped as she writhed beneath him, and I could tell that she was in the
grip of pleasure spasms.
Soon the blanket was down around their waists and the side of one of
her breasts was fully exposed to my eyes. Her thick nipple in the center
of the darker circle - I didn't know at the time that it was called the
aureola- was provocative to the extreme.
With his extended arms supporting much of his weight, he began to
move faster on top of her naked body. Her breasts were shaking in every
possible direction in a most indecent and erotic manner. His rapid and
eager thrusts were eagerly met by the upheaving of her bottom above the
bed. After a while I heard a cry of thrilling pleasure escaping her
lips, it was even louder than his animal grunting that was almost
continuous.
They both climaxed together and when it was over he remained
stretched on top of her for a couple of minutes. Later he rolled over
and he pulled her on top of his belly and they both slept in this
position for half an hour.
Still standing near the hole, my legs were now hurting but I had no
intention of leaving my post. Later they made love once more; afterward
they both got out of bed naked. His cock was now completely limp and it
was all smeared and coated with dry scales. It then occurs to me that
they hadn't wash yet and I hadn't seen her wipe her cunt once. Aunt's
triangular patch of hair on her lower body was pasted to her body and a
lot of dry scales could also be seen in her matted pubic hair. As she
walked around the room I saw the inside of her thighs glistering with
their love juice. Even while putting on her gown, drops of juice felt to
the floor between her feet. It seemed to amuse them a lot to watch her
dripping cunt and it made them laugh.
Uncle Robert remained with us for another five days before leaving,
and every chance that I had, I watched them fuck. At the end of that
time, I had seen them make love at least two dozens times. By then it
was plain to me that Aunt Paula enjoyed fucking as much, if not more,
than her husband. I became used to see her naked and every curve and
swell of her body became very familiar to me.
When I drilled the peephole in the wall between our two rooms, I had
made up my mind to tell no one about it, but after two weeks of watching
them fuck I felt so proud that the urge to tell Fred about it was too
great and I decided to tell him everything. Beside, not only had I seen
my Aunt naked, but I had actually watched her being fuck and I had to
let him know about my good fortune.
He made me describe all I had seen over and over. He then begged me
to let him have a look through the hole. At first I refused, but since
Uncle Robert was now gone, I finally agreed to arrange it so that he
could spend one night with me.
Two days later, Friday evening, Fred was with me in my room. I had
previously obtained permission from mother to have him spent the night
at home with me. My Aunt wasn't home when Fred and I got there at seven.
She had gone shopping in town and before she arrived back at ten, we
were both in my room waiting for her. She was most probably not even
aware that Fred was to spend the night with me in my bed.
She went up into her room at eleven. By that time the lights in my
room had been turned off and we were impatiently waiting her arrival.
She entered her room with a box and a bag, which she placed, on the bed.
She then proceeded to remove everything she had on, except her panties
and bra. Then for the next half-hour she went on trying the new dress
and stockings that she had bought.
By the end of that time, Fred was so aroused that he refused to give
me my turn at the hole. As he watched her, Fred went on to describe to
me what she was doing. As soon as he said that she was taking a new bra
from the bag on her bed and was getting ready to remove the one she had
on, I was able to shove him away so that I could have my turn to watch
her.
But in doing so we made a lot of noise and I almost fainted when I
saw my Aunt look directly in my direction. She then walked toward the
hole and examined it from a couple of feet away. At that moment I was
certain that she was aware that I was spying on her from the other side
of the wall. She remained frozen for long seconds staring at the hole,
then I actually saw her smile as she went on looking. I hurriedly got my
eyes away from the hole and I told Fred that she had just found us
out.
He didn't believe me, he thought that it was only a trick to keep him
from getting his turn. I was too scared to even try to prevent him from
looking. Once again he placed his eye over the hole and for a couple of
long minutes he didn't say a word. Finally I asked him what was
happening on the other side, my worst fear was that Aunt Paula would run
out of her room and tell mother what we were doing.
At last Fred whispered to me that she was in the process of removing
her bra. It didn't make sense to me. If she had discovered me, why would
she keep on undressing? Unless, I told myself, she was still not aware
of being watched. Could it be that she didn't see the hole? I couldn't
believe it but this seemed the only answer.
When I found enough courage to urge Fred to move away he reluctantly
did, but I had time to see that his face was quite red and he was
shaking a little. When I finally place my eye over the hole, I couldn't
believe my eye. She had taken off her bra and both of her breasts were
exposed. Even as I watched, she sat on the edge of the bed and began
removing her panties.
As soon as she was completely naked, she slowly began to walk in the
room and finally she sat on the bed again and she then placed both feet
flat on the bed and then she stretched herself on her back. Her legs
were bent at the knees and wide open and as she lay stretched on her
bed, her cunt was exactly facing the wall where I was watching.
Next using both hands, she peeled her two cunt lips giving me my
first look at the inside of a cunt. The site of her glistering pink hole
was hypnotizing me. On each side of her long and immense pinky gash
stood her luscious pouting lips while her black curls ran down over part
of each lips. She laid the lips well aback and apart, and there they
kept open. The interior of that most enchanting cunt which was an
exquisite salmon pink in color, seemed almost endless. I could see the
contracting interior of her cavern as it seemed to pulsate in a most
inviting manner.
By now Fred was trying to push me aside so I had to let him look. For
the next half-hour we feasted our eyes on her charms. She even walked
around so as to make her breasts bounce and sway. Then all of a sudden
she turned off the light and we heard her climb in her bed.
During well over half the night, Fred and I debated wheather my Aunt
was aware that we were watching her or not. One thing was certain
though, she was ignorant about Fred's presence in my room, and if she
had been performing, as Fred called it, she had done it for my eyes
only.
The following morning, we were both out of the house before mother or
Aunt Paula were up, and for a long time while we were walking outside we
again argued about my Aunt being aware that I was watching her.
" I'm telling you Paul, your Aunt knew you were watching her, it
should be very easy for you to fuck her now. "
I was shocked by what he was saying. Until then I hadn't even thought
about doing this. I was quite content to go on watching her naked body
or watching her fucking with her husband, but to actually do it myself,
was another matter. But later in the morning I began to have second
thought, now that Fred had planted the idea into my mind. The more I
thought about it the more I found myself wishing that I could fuck her
indeed. By the time Fred left me, I could think of nothing else.
When I next saw Aunt Paula at noon, she was very charming to me as
usual, later when she and mother had finished the dishes, she asked me
to help her move her bed in her room so that she could clean underneath
it.
Even as we were climbing the stairs, she said that until recently she
hadn't notice how tall I was and how quickly I had grown in the last
year. I could tell that she had something in mind, but I hadn't the
slightest idea what it was.
We entered her room and she closed the door behind us. Then I help
her slide the bed toward the middle of the room. Without saying a word
she used a broom and began to swipe the floor where the bed had been and
soon I help her move back her bed in place. Just as she stood between
the wall and her bed, she then pretended to notice the hole, which was
still almost all hidden by the frame of the picture.
" What have we here," she said as she pushed the frame away thus
exposing the small hole completely. " It's a hole, and it goes right
through your room. I suppose one could see from one room to the other
looking through it. Are you aware of this Paul?"
The tone of her voice was neither threatening nor was it met as a
joke and I didn't know what to say and how to react. At last I decided
to tell her the truth.
" Yes, I know about it."
" Have you ever looked through it while I was in my room?"
I was now very scared, but at the same time I could tell that she
didn't intend to tell mother. After all why bother to go to all that
trouble, it was now quite evident to me that she was already aware of it
since last night.
" Yes, last evening I did look through it, and I think you knew that
I was watching you."
This caused her to laugh and she sat on the edge of the bed and pull
on my arm until I was sitting next to her.
" Yes, you are right, I did know that you were watching me, but I
only found out when I heard you knock on the wall last evening. I then
just happened to look directly at the hole and I realized that you were
on the other side since it is you room. Have you been enjoying yourself
in this manner for long?"
" Only since the last two weeks. I was hearing all sorts of strange
noises coming from your room and I got curious."
" You were then watching us when Robert was in my room?"
" Yes I was." Again I was nervous still. Even though I could tell
that she didn't seem to mind my watching her when she was alone in the
room, I didn't know how she was going to react now that she knew that I
actually saw her fuck.
She looked at me in the eyes for a few seconds then all of a sudden
she threw both arms in the air and began to laugh.
" You know that this is very naughty. Tell me what did you see."
Now I felt a sudden release of pressure, I knew for certain that she
had no intention of telling mother about this.
" I saw you and Uncle Robert, ...fucking."
As soon as she heard this, her right hand went over her mouth and
again she couldn't help laughing, and as she did this, her left hand
went through my hair in a most friendly manner.
" You bad boy." She said, still laughing. " Who taught you such nasty
words? Have you ever done this with a girl?"
"No,no. I never did this. I heard that word from my friend Fred."
" Then before you went into the trouble of putting this hole you had
never seen a naked girl before?"
" No, only in girls magazines."
" Then tell me, did you like what you saw?"
I could now tell that she was greatly enjoying this conversation with
me.
" Oh yes I did, you have the most beautiful body one could hope for,
if I was your husband I would always remain with you."
" How nice of you. And if you were my husband, what would you do to
me?"
No she was not angry with me and she was leading me to something that
I couldn't understand. I thus answered her question boldly.
" I would fuck you all the time."
" You would? But you are too young. How old are you?"
" I am almost fifteen, and like you said earlier I am tall for my
age."
" Yes you are tall, you must be close to six feet now. But that
doesn't make you a man yet. And to indulge into such activities at such
a young age could be harmful to your health."
By now I was in such a state of excitement that my cock was extremely
hard and in the last minutes I had notice her looking at the front of my
pants. I could not restrain myself any longer and I threw my arms around
her. Then with my head resting on her shoulder I held her very tight in
my arms.
She didn't protest, instead she took my head between her hands and
kisses my mouth lightly. Her breasts felt soft and warm against my chest
and this in turn made my cock twitch even more in appreciation. We
remained in each other's arms a while longer then I felt her hand on the
front of my pants.
The instant that she touched me, I thought that I would faint. Here
was this extremely beautiful woman in my arm and with her hand touching
where no other except mine, had ever touched before. I could tell that
she was also since she was breathing very fast. Then she became more
aggressive and I felt her hand close as she seized my erection.
I was almost out of breath as her hand closed on the front of my
pants and I didn't dare move. All of a sudden I felt her moving her hand
on the front of my pants and a few seconds later her bare hand was on my
cock. She had open my pants and slipped her hand inside them.
The instant that her hand was on my cock, she became instantly more
aggressive as she proceeded to rub the length of my erection.
Her hand felt soft and warm on my hardness and I knew that I was soon
going to loose control of myself. I felt like a child in a house full of
candies, I didn't know where to start and thus where to move my own
hands.
Instead I shoved my face smack into her bosom. She let me rub my face
against her breasts for a while then she began to pay more attention to
my cock. It felt so nice that I soon had enough courage to push one hand
under her beige sweater, and gradually I let it move over her bra for a
while. Then my fingers began to crawled underneath the cup of her left
breast. Gradually I managed to lift her bra completely over her
breasts.
Her teats felt heavy in my hands as I lifted one then the other. They
were more voluminous than they looked and soon their warmth and their
swaying struck me as I manipulated them. I was dying to feel them around
my face but at the same time I didn't want to let them get away from my
hands.
During that time my Aunt had opened my pants wider at the front and
she had taken my cock out. At last she proceeded to stroke my erection
very expertly and before I could stop her, I began jetting an immense
quantity of spunk all over her hand and on her sweater.
But before the eruption ended she had my cock in her mouth and she
had it there in time so as to swallow the last drops of semen. The
sensation of her wet mouth sucking and licking my juice was too much for
me and I collapsed on the bed while she went on draining me. Even though
I had nothing more to give her, she continued trying to coax more juice
out of me.
Finally when she realized that I had finished ejaculating, she lifted
her head and looked at me with her face flush with emotion and also
partly smeared with my spunk. My hands as though having a mind of their
own reached for her breasts and once again I proceeded to caress them ,
but she make me stop me after a while.
" We must be careful, your mother would be very angry if she should
discover us, so you must leave now. Tonight I will let you know if you
can come into my room."
I was too much under the influence of these new emotions to say
anything so I left quietly and went to my room.
When I next saw my Aunt downstairs, she acted just as if nothing had
happen. For my part, I tried to act normally but I know I wasn't too
successful about it. In my mind I kept imagining her half naked and I
was so nervous and anxious to see nightime arrive that my mother soon
noticed that there was something wrong with me. Shefigure that I was
sick and she told me that I should go to bed early that evening so as to
gets a lot of rest.
At half past nine, I was in my room waiting for the minutes and hours
to past away. The lights of my room were off so that I could immediately
see the light in my Aunt's room through the hole the instant she got in.
But this happen only two hours later.
I immediately placed my eye over the hole and I saw her walk toward
the wall where I was watching her. She places her mouth close to the
hole and she softly asked me if I was there. I could hear her as plainly
as if she had been in my room standing next to me. I asked her if I
could come into her room, but she said that I should wait another hour
so as to make certain that mother was well asleep. In the meantime she
told me that I could quietly watch her.
Watching her, I certainly did. What a spectacle she gave me. She got
completely naked, and then she sat on the edge of the bed next to where
I was watching and she proceeded to comb her hair. She had one foot on
the edge of the bed and was thus exposing her cunt to me. Later, she
walked around the room and she tried different underwear and dresses in
front of the mirror. But not once did she pay attention to me, even
though she knew I was looking at her.
At last she came in front of the hole and she told me that I could
put on my evening gown and go into the hall outside my room. If I saw no
light underneath mother's door, I could quietly enter her room.
I did exactly as I was told and less than a minute later I was in her
room.
She let me do everything I wanted to her that night, but she would
not permit me to fuck her. I played with her breasts and I sucked on
them, she even thought me how to lick her cunt and to suck on her small
fleshy projection at the front of her cunt. She said that it was called
the clitoris and that it was the most sensitive part in the woman
anatomy. Later she sucked me and made me discharge into her mouth, but
each time I tried to get into position to fuck her she resisted my
attempt.
When I kept on insisting, she explained to me that once she would
become pregnant from her husband, she would let me do it to her as often
as I wishes, but until then I would have to wait.
I was disappointed, but at least I could do anything else with her.
That first night, she taught me many things that I was not even aware
off, such as kissing and exploring each other's mouth with our tongues.
While sucking on my cock she made me lick her cunt for a long time.
Later we remained wrapped in a close embrace for long minutes at a time
then with greater luxury and lasciviousness we would resume our
foundling and kissing.
After a while she became so engulfed with such
rapture that I began to suspect that she was in a great need to be
fucked and that sooner or later she was going to let me have my way with
her.
But it didn't happen that night, neither the nights that followed. We
remained in each other's arms for the whole night and every night
afterward, and all my efforts to have intercourse with her were in vain.
Two and a half weeks later her husband was back. I feared that day we
had prepared ourselves for my Uncle return home. She had strictly warned
me against trying to be along with her once her husband was back and I
was greatly disappointed when I saw him passe through the door with his
suitcase. But on the other hand she did say that when Uncle was back I
could watch them through the hole while they made love in her
bed.
Uncle Robert arrived on a Saturday afternoon and half an hour
later they were both in bed fucking. I felt terribly jealous as I
watched them. Aunt Paula knew of course that I was on the other side of
the wall observing them and she even smiled at me a couple of times
while she was being poked.
He took her twice that afternoon. The first time they made love while
she was on her back and the second time she got on her hands and knees
on the bed with her bottom just a couple of feet from me as he fucked
her from behind.
From where I was, I could see his buttock move as he pumped within
her. In response, her voluminous breasts bounced all over as she pushed
her bottom to meet his shoves. Then moaning, shouting and grunting, they
both reached the apex of pleasure at the same time. After the crisis was
over, Uncle remained a couple of minutes lodged within her as she rested
on her back and kept foundling her hanging breasts from behind. He next
got off the bed and taking a towel he proceeded to clean himself while
Aunt remained on her knees with her bottom still raised and aimed in my
direction.
I could see her cunt's lips glistering as juice dripped out of her
depth floowing along her thighs. A whitish blob of thick spunk could be
seen also at the entrance of her vagina and even as I watched it began
dripping downward.
The spectacle had a profound effect on me, and instead of being
disgusted as I probably should have been, I felt an surge of excitement
at the sight before my eyes and I became paralyzed with lust.
When Uncle began fucking her at first I was extremely jealous, but
now that I could observe her spunk-full cunt which was the proof of his
deed, that jealousy was replaced with another feeling. I couldn't
explain the sudden changein me, but I knew that I was not jealous
anymore.
I felt in love with her glistering cunt. Her still palpitating lips
with thick whitish discharge slowly oozing out, thrilled me to the
utmost. Never would I have imagined that I could be so much attracted by
such a scene as was before my eyes. I even found myself hoping that
Uncle would do it one more time to her. As a matter of fact, had it been
possible at the time, I wouldn't have hesitated a second to shove my own
prick into her slippery hole full of his juice as it was then.
By the time Monday morning arrived, I had watched them having sex
three more times, and by then I realized that watching them fuck was a
new source of pleasure for me.
While Aunt and I were having breakfast together - Uncle was still
asleep in his room and mother had gone to her room to finish getting
dress - I told her that most of the time I was always watching them as
she and Uncle made love.
" It doesn't make you jealous I hope?"
" No, on the contrary I rather enjoy it. At first I felt angry at you
but when I saw how wet your hole was, and also the fact that all that
juice was the result of the more than apparent heavenly pleasure you
were experiencing, a new and strange sensation took possession of
me."
" Well, I am surprise indeed. For a while I was worried that you
would do something stupid in your room, like knocking on the wall or
even revealing the fact that you were watching us."
"Oh no, I would never do a thing like that, and now that I have
discovered this strange new pleasure of watching you with Uncle, I hope
you will continue to let me observe your cunt when it is full of spunk.
"
" My, my, what language." Said Aunt jokingly, then she went on. "
Does it pleases you that much to watch us, I would have thought that
there is nothing too appetizing in it."
" On the contrary, if it were at all possible, I would gladly slip my
own prick in your hole while it is thus full."
This kind of talk had warmed my blood greatly and my cock was
enormous in my pants. I could also tell that it was having a similar
effect on Aunt Paula since her face was quite red. Mother then walked
into the kitchen and this ended our discussion.
When I got back from school that day, mother and uncle Robert were
both in the living room while aunt Paula was in the kitchen getting
ready to prepare supper. The kitchen door was opened. While sitting at
the kitchen table driking a glass of milk, I could see both of them in
the living room. All day long there had been but one thought in my mind
and now that I was along with her, I told her what was preoccupying
me.
"Do you think it would be possible for me to examine you when you
have just finished having intercourse and while you are still full
of.......spunk?"
Aunt Paula was so surprised by what she heard that she stop what she
was doing, then without saying a word she went to the doorway to see if
we could be heard. When she realized that there were no possibilities of
us being overheard she said to me.
" This is an odd request." I could tell that she was exited. " Why do
you want to do such a thing?"
" You are so beautiful and appealling, specially when you have just
finish making love, it would please me greatly if you would let me look
at your cunt then."
" Well, I don't know. How could this be possible without your Uncle
learning about it? You don't expect me to wait until he leave while I am
still completely full."
I could tell that she either found my idea of examining her amusing
or she was beginning to like it. Later I discovered that indeed she
found it very appealing.
" Please," I went on, " think of a way. I will do anything for
you."
I was really in love with her and by now and she was fully
aware of it. Later in life, I soon learned that most women really don't
mind to be loved by more than one man at the same time, on the contrary
most will enjoy the feeling of power that it imply. Some women will
actually do all they can to win over the heart of a man while they have
no intention whatsoever of giving back the love they receive. But in the
case of Aunt Paula, her love for me was now genuine and somehow I knew
it.
Our conversation ended there since her husband called her from the
living room, and when she went to him I was pleased to see that her face
was red which indicated that I had greatly exited her with this new
proposition of mine.
After supper Uncle went for a walk while mother and my Aunt washed
the dishes. So as to be near my love, I did some homework on the kitchen
table. When the dishes were almost done, mother went in the living room
to listen to a fifteen minutes evening program on the radio, thus
leaving my Aunt and me in the kitchen. This time she was the first to
talk about my proposed idea.
" I have though about what you said earlier, and I think that there
is a way for you to satisfy you curiosity, if you are still
interested."
If I was still interested, that was a joke. It was the only thing in
my mind as I kept imagining scenarios where I could get to her just
minutes after she had been fucked. When I heard her, my heart missed a
beat and I had to restrain myself so that I didn't rush to her and
squeezed her in my arm.
" Yes indeed, I am very interested, I have been thinking of nothing
but this, when will we do it?"
" Oh my, we are in a hurry are we not?" She was teasing me, but I
could tell that she was as anxious as I was by the way she looked at me.
Then she went on.
" Tomorrow morning, Robert has to leave early to catch the train for
Smith River. I won't be getting up to make him breakfast since he never
has any, but I will stay in my room. He is going to Smith River to get
the instructions and maps for his new assignment; he will be gone for
the day. Before leaving in the morning, as you should know by now, he
will make love to me as he does every morning."
She didn't have to
finish, I knew what she met and the effect on me wouldn't have been
greater if I had been given a huge sum of money. Before she could change
her mind, I said to her.
" I will be in your room the minute he leave the house. But please
promise me that you won't move an inch before I get there."
She looked at me tenderly for a few seconds, I could see her eyes
sparkling with lust.
" And what will you do then, you know that there are things that I
will not let you do to me."
" You may rest assure, I will not beg you to do anything you don't
want."
The silly tune that they played at the beginning and at the end of
the program that mother was listening on the radio had begun and we both
knew that mother would be back in the kitchen in a few seconds. Aunt
Paula quietly added.
" Be certain to come into my room only after your Uncle has left the
house, also on your way to my room be very quiet."
You can well imagine that I felt strangely happy as I watched them
fucking that evening. Afterward it took me a long time to fall asleep
and even then I got up two or three times during the night to check the
time. As soon as it was light outside I got up and waited. Ten minutes
later I heard the alarm clock in the next room. As my Aunt had said, her
husbands fucked her. He did it twice before getting out of bed.
The instant that I heard him walk down the stairs I went to the
window and waited until I saw him disappear around the corner. Then with
shaking hands I put on my gown and quietly went to Aunt Paula's
room.
I opened the door and got inside, then I locked the door behind me.
My Aunt was on her back with her leg bent at the knees with both of her
feet resting flat on the bed. She was still under the blanket but I knew
that she was naked underneath.
We didn't dare talk since it was morning and there was always the
possibility that mother was not asleep. Instead, by mean of signs with
her hands she told me to pull away the blanket covering her. The instant
her naked body was before my eyes I felt an intense urge to throw myself
on top of her and to force myself inside her slippery cunt. But I
resisted the impulsion; instead I feasted my eyes at the junction of her
legs.
Should I live to be a hundred years old, I will always remember in
vivid details what happen next. While her legs were bent at the knees,
she opened them wider for me to examine her. Her cunt's lips, having
been stretched just minutes earlier, were still half opened and each lip
was greatly swollen. A copious discharge from her two last bouts of
fucking was slowly oozing out and spilling in the crack of her
bottom.
I felt so furiously lewd, that my whole body quivered with
excitement. She had her head well back on the pillow while her eyes were
closed, I could tell that she was waiting for me to do something. Once
more my eyes went to her cunt. Along the length of each lip, traces of
white foam and froth still clung to them. My excitement suddenly changed
to a feeling of obscene lust for her cunt. Slowly and very deliberately,
I placed my fingers on each side of her luscious pouting lips while
pealing them further apart at the same time. The interior of her
enchanting cunt was an exquisite salmon-pink in color, with thick white
threads of spunk clinging and being stretched on all sides. A sort of
bawdy, cunty, sweaty exhalation evolved from her, without my even being
aware of it, two of my fingers disappeared all the way inside her juicy
passage.
I fingered the inside of her passage with passion and all the while
reliving in my mind the scenes of her recent fucking. I felt no
revulsion at all in moving my fingers in her spunk full cavern, on the
contrary, it made me feel exceedingly bawdy.
Then, without warning she turned herself on her belly thus lifting
her bum in the air toward me. In that position, my access to her cunt
was much easier, soon I realized that she was greatly enjoying this
instant infidelity to her husband.
Earlier, when I had prepared myself to go to her room, I had put on a
gown, and by now it was opened in front leaving only my thin underwear
to restrain my rampant cock. While the fingers of my left hand still
moved inside her cunt, I took my cock out with my right hand and I began
to rub it in synchronization with the motion of the two fingers within
her slippery passage.
By now Aunt Paula was moaning with her face hidden in the pillow, my
fingers were indeed giving her much pleasure. Gradually, instead of
twitching my fingers inside her vagina, I proceeded to fuck her cunt
with them. As I pulled them three quarter of the way out, they were
coated with a thick whitish lubricant; I could also see that deep inside
her fuming passage there was much more thick juice. Before I knew it,
the tip of my cock began to touch her cunt's hair and lips, the abundant
juice everywhere soon coated its head. The salacious sight of my own
organ being covered with the spunk of her husband, stimulated my
passions even more, the grossest and bawdiest images went through my
mind as my cock rubbed more and more over her lips.
I pulled the fingers of my left hand out of her passage and in a
single and swift motion, I inserted my slippery prick all the way inside
her cavern.
It was the ultimate of sensation, never before had my cock been so
hard and big, and because of this it was almost impossible for me to
find the release of discharging, I went on fucking her whiles she still
believed that my fingers were responsible for the thrilling pleasure she
felt. Finally there was a series of contractions within my balls and the
flow of hot larva entered at the base of my cock to spill next in
numerous gushes out of its tip. I deluged her vagina with my juice
knowing all the time that it was mingling with that of her husband
already inside.
A cry of pure pleasure escaped from my mouth, which made her lift her
head and look at me. She instantly became aware that my fingers were no
longer within her but had been replaced with my cock. She was about to
say something - as she later told me - but at this instant she was
seized in the grip of a climax and she couldn't dislodge me. Instead,
she pushed her bottom toward me with still greater force and with
shortened of breath and greater heaving of her body she cried, "
"Oh, oh, what have you done?"
I actually felt her cunt throbbing and squeezing around my cock. It
was the first fuck of my life and at the same time it was also my
initiation to these most intense and pleasurable sensations that fucking
produces.
(End of part 3
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