Largely true story
I had been lodging with my Dad`s cousins family for three month. The idea was to save money on accomodation in my first year as a student. I had a small room of my own at the back of what was a large detached five bedroom house in a quiet cul de sac. High privet hedges made the surrounding garden pretty private and completely enclosed.
My Dad`s cousin Mick was involved in engineering and travelled away for two or three weeks at a time leaving me in the house with “Auntie Barbara”. I had always found here rather overwhelming as a c***d when we had gone on Sunday family visits, she liked to arrange her two daughters Vicki and Katherine in flouncy Sunday frocks and have us sat formally round a large dining table most of the afternoon when I would rather have been tearing round the garden burning up energy.
By the time I arrived as a student lodger Vicki had gone away to college and Katherine had her own place in the town where she worked in a ladies clothes shop.
“Auntie Barbara” was from a rather grand family who felt she had married below herself. She was always immaculately dressed with fluffed out very dark permed curly hair and the brightest red lipstick and a lot of eye make-up. I always thought of her as being the image of a 1950’s glamorous housewife. As a c***d I remember her being very touchy with my father, always a hand on his arm or shoulder and very generous hugs and kisses whenever we arrived or left. I know my mother took a dim view of this “posh” social behaviour although my Dad never seemed too upset with it!
Barbara was rather like a ship in full sail physically, quite tall around 5`10” with obviously impressive large breasts and wide curvy hips above very strong but well formed calf muscles and ankles. She always wore a shoe with a heel despite her good height, all together she was a rather impressive physical specimen who seemed to have an aura of 1950`s dated glamour about her.
As a c***d I remember overhearing my Gran talking about Barbara to my mother. It seemed that after Vicki their second c***d was born her father Mick seemed to feel his husbanding duties were fulfilled and rather neglected Barbara in favour of his collection of antiques and his busy working life. Barbara was a bit of a joke amongst my dad and his brother and their other cousins as they all noticed her hugs and touches. It would seem she was rather lonely.
It was known that she was a strict mother to the two girls, back in the mid 60`s it was not uncommon for parents to use corporal punishment. According to my Gran Katherine and Vicki were regularly spanked with a slipper if they committed anything other than a minor offence.
I remember Barbara slapping my legs very hard when I walked my dirty feet across her clean hall floor, I was taken aback by the force she generated, much more than any of the teachers from my school.
Most of these details had slipped my mind when I agreed to move in as Uni fresher.- Student accomodation was really hard to find at that time in the 70’s and I didn’t want to move into any of the Uni residential halls.
As a poverty ridden student I didn’t go out much and spent most of my time when not doing college work exploring the local rural walks and being generally rather bored.
I think it was a rainy spring day when I was alone in the house with no immediate work to occupy myself. I started wandering round the upstairs bedrooms, I was always a nosy k** and things hadnt really changed. I looked in Vicki’s room first. It was still a teenage girl’s room, some pony posters on the wall and even David Essex fading on the wall above the bed frame. I opened the top drawer in the chest of drawers in front of the window, lots of trinkets and some make up made me realise that Vicki probably wasn’t the chubby little nine year old I remembered from when
I had last seen her. The next drawer confirmed it, some rather sheer lacy bras’ and a lot of pretty coloured knickers. The 36 F bras’indicated that Vicki took after her mother physically. I was getting slightly aroused by the forbidden nature of what I was doing and pushing my face into the large cups and imagining them filled with firm warm tits really got my pulse racing.
The bottom two drawers were full of fluffy sweaters and jeans but these covered up two high cut swimsuits and a bright yellow bikini, the top had no lining to it and I imagined cold hard nipples jutting out through the material. I was buzzing now and really wanting to find out if there was more
delights to uncover.
I was very nervous all this time as I wasn’t sure when Barbara would be back from a hairdresser appointment and meeting her mother. However I moved on to the wardrobe and started reaching behind the dresses to find an envelope tucked behind a shoebox. It was a letter addressed to Vicki with a local postmark. It was from Richard who must have been her boyfriend before she went to college.
“ Dear Vicki.
I will miss you so. Not sure if I’ll manage without you. Please don’t forget me, its not long until you get home for Christmas and we can be together again.
Thank you for our last afternoon together in the woods behind our house. I was so nervous that we might be seen. I have been dying to touch your perfect breasts since we began seeing each other. Seeing them in the sunlight was the best sight of my life, I loved feeling your nipples get hard in my fingers, I wish you’d let me suck on them. You’re the first girl apart from my sister to see my cock and its never been as hard as it was in your hand, I’m sorry I got over excited, have you managed to clean up blue shorts, I’m sure they will wash clean. I never spurted so much so far before I hope you weren’t too shocked. Imagine if you had been as naked as me I would have spurted even sooner!!! I have dreamt of looking at your lovely hairy pussy, I love making you wet with my fingers, you get so hot and slippery I think you enjoy it more than you admit. You were very red in the face the last time we were cuddling in my room. Please write back and tell me what you’re doing at Uni. I can’t stop thinking about you, dressed and undressed.
Cant wait until Christmas.
Love Rich”
By now I was throbbing and my pants were like a tent. I went back to the chest of drawers and found Vicki’s blue shorts buried in the bottom drawer. The front was crusted with white cum stains that she was anxious to hide from her mother. In my aroused state I gave them a deep sniff inside and out. There was a strong scent of semen on the front and a real female scent and some stains inside. It looked like Vicki was a horny little virgin who like so many “good” girls kept us boys in a state of frustrated anticipation.
Before I went to college I had been mad for my girlfriend for over 2 years, she would let me finger her to orgasm and occasionally would give me a hand job. She was a leader of local Girl Guide troop and everyone saw her as very proper. They had no idea having never seen her naked and so worked up that her thighs were soaked with her fanny juices. She would rub my throbbing cock up and down her soaking slit but never let me slip it in. She went off to London to be a Physio and left me frustrated and broken hearted. Whoever married her and finally got into her dark haired furry pussy must have been a lucky man.
I was on the verge of coming in my pants after closing the drawers and carefully closing the bedroom door. I headed back to my room to lie on the bed for a much needed relief wank but as I fell on the bed I heard a voice downstairs in the hall. My name was called a few time before I gathered myself and got to the top of the stairs. It was Katherine, my first sight of here in ten years or more.
I made it downstairs to be met by a mini version of Barbara, our first meeting in ten years. She had a cheesecloth shirt on and a long orange skirt split to her mid thigh. Shoulder length very dark brown hair set off a strong beautiful face rather dominated by a slightly Roman nose. Ten years had made a world of difference to the gangly ten year old I remembered.
“Nice to see you, message from Mother that she’ll be back around ten tonight and you’re to get your own dinner. Sorry I’ve not been to see you sooner but I’ve been really busy at work and at the drama group. We must catch up soon.”
She looked at me with large piercing eyes and said “ are you ok you seem very red in the face “
“ I think I’m starting a cold” I blurted out.
“Well I must dash back to work, make sure you take care of yourself” Ironically thats was exactly what I meant to do as soon as she whisked herself away leaving me with the realisation that she was braless under her wafty cheesecloth blouse….more fuel for my frustrated masturbating obsessed mind to deal with.
Upstairs I stripped naked on my bed knowing I wouldnt be disturbed and wandered across the landing to Vicki’s room and fished out a blue lace bra and the yellow bikini bottoms and was had a huge gouting orgasm into the bra cup.
I was still so horny that I hid the bra back in my suitcase in my room and wandered into Barbara’s room my naked skin electric with the cool afternoon air. My erection was already at full level when I opened the door and got a lungful of her rather rich perfume. Looking round I wondered if Barbara had any secret hiding places. The bottom drawer of her bedside table yielded suspenders and stockings, I rummaged under them looking for anything private but found nothing. I sniffed the stocking tops for some scent of her sex but nothing registered. The next drawer up had lots of silk coloured knickers all clean and smelling of washing powder. Bras were in the next 40” FF confirmed what I’d thought They were all heavily wired to prevent any noticeable movement of Barbara’s heavy upper deck. With my cock twitching in time to my heart beat I moved to the wardrobe. Opening the door I was confronted by suits and shirts, Micks clothes obviously, very dull. There was an old shoe box amidst the shoes, I dragged it out and opened the lid. There were two issues of Mayfair magazine in the box and a black plastic bag. I dug inside and pulled out a handful of polaroids. Mostly pictures of the girls as I remembered them from ten years back.
At the bottom of the pile were two pictures taken in a hotel room somewhere, there in all her natural naked glory was my “Auntie Barbara” holding her hands against her naked tummy her big breasts resting on her arms and the thickest hairiest bush I ever saw between a pair of broad thighs. In the other picture she was spread wide across the bedwith a hint of of pussy lips pouting through her thick vaginal hair, her huge breasts flopped to the side of her chest. She was posing like someone that wanted to be fucked and used. I nearly came all over the carpet before stuffing my jerking cock into a sock I grabbed from the wardrobe shelf and finishing with relief.
I tried to carefully put everything back and dashed off for a shower and a and reeled into bed for a dream filled sleep involving my Aunt and her Vicki washing my semen stained underwear and laughing at my inexperienced immature state.
My Dad`s cousin Mick was involved in engineering and travelled away for two or three weeks at a time leaving me in the house with “Auntie Barbara”. I had always found here rather overwhelming as a c***d when we had gone on Sunday family visits, she liked to arrange her two daughters Vicki and Katherine in flouncy Sunday frocks and have us sat formally round a large dining table most of the afternoon when I would rather have been tearing round the garden burning up energy.
By the time I arrived as a student lodger Vicki had gone away to college and Katherine had her own place in the town where she worked in a ladies clothes shop.
“Auntie Barbara” was from a rather grand family who felt she had married below herself. She was always immaculately dressed with fluffed out very dark permed curly hair and the brightest red lipstick and a lot of eye make-up. I always thought of her as being the image of a 1950’s glamorous housewife. As a c***d I remember her being very touchy with my father, always a hand on his arm or shoulder and very generous hugs and kisses whenever we arrived or left. I know my mother took a dim view of this “posh” social behaviour although my Dad never seemed too upset with it!
Barbara was rather like a ship in full sail physically, quite tall around 5`10” with obviously impressive large breasts and wide curvy hips above very strong but well formed calf muscles and ankles. She always wore a shoe with a heel despite her good height, all together she was a rather impressive physical specimen who seemed to have an aura of 1950`s dated glamour about her.
As a c***d I remember overhearing my Gran talking about Barbara to my mother. It seemed that after Vicki their second c***d was born her father Mick seemed to feel his husbanding duties were fulfilled and rather neglected Barbara in favour of his collection of antiques and his busy working life. Barbara was a bit of a joke amongst my dad and his brother and their other cousins as they all noticed her hugs and touches. It would seem she was rather lonely.
It was known that she was a strict mother to the two girls, back in the mid 60`s it was not uncommon for parents to use corporal punishment. According to my Gran Katherine and Vicki were regularly spanked with a slipper if they committed anything other than a minor offence.
I remember Barbara slapping my legs very hard when I walked my dirty feet across her clean hall floor, I was taken aback by the force she generated, much more than any of the teachers from my school.
Most of these details had slipped my mind when I agreed to move in as Uni fresher.- Student accomodation was really hard to find at that time in the 70’s and I didn’t want to move into any of the Uni residential halls.
As a poverty ridden student I didn’t go out much and spent most of my time when not doing college work exploring the local rural walks and being generally rather bored.
I think it was a rainy spring day when I was alone in the house with no immediate work to occupy myself. I started wandering round the upstairs bedrooms, I was always a nosy k** and things hadnt really changed. I looked in Vicki’s room first. It was still a teenage girl’s room, some pony posters on the wall and even David Essex fading on the wall above the bed frame. I opened the top drawer in the chest of drawers in front of the window, lots of trinkets and some make up made me realise that Vicki probably wasn’t the chubby little nine year old I remembered from when
I had last seen her. The next drawer confirmed it, some rather sheer lacy bras’ and a lot of pretty coloured knickers. The 36 F bras’indicated that Vicki took after her mother physically. I was getting slightly aroused by the forbidden nature of what I was doing and pushing my face into the large cups and imagining them filled with firm warm tits really got my pulse racing.
The bottom two drawers were full of fluffy sweaters and jeans but these covered up two high cut swimsuits and a bright yellow bikini, the top had no lining to it and I imagined cold hard nipples jutting out through the material. I was buzzing now and really wanting to find out if there was more
delights to uncover.
I was very nervous all this time as I wasn’t sure when Barbara would be back from a hairdresser appointment and meeting her mother. However I moved on to the wardrobe and started reaching behind the dresses to find an envelope tucked behind a shoebox. It was a letter addressed to Vicki with a local postmark. It was from Richard who must have been her boyfriend before she went to college.
“ Dear Vicki.
I will miss you so. Not sure if I’ll manage without you. Please don’t forget me, its not long until you get home for Christmas and we can be together again.
Thank you for our last afternoon together in the woods behind our house. I was so nervous that we might be seen. I have been dying to touch your perfect breasts since we began seeing each other. Seeing them in the sunlight was the best sight of my life, I loved feeling your nipples get hard in my fingers, I wish you’d let me suck on them. You’re the first girl apart from my sister to see my cock and its never been as hard as it was in your hand, I’m sorry I got over excited, have you managed to clean up blue shorts, I’m sure they will wash clean. I never spurted so much so far before I hope you weren’t too shocked. Imagine if you had been as naked as me I would have spurted even sooner!!! I have dreamt of looking at your lovely hairy pussy, I love making you wet with my fingers, you get so hot and slippery I think you enjoy it more than you admit. You were very red in the face the last time we were cuddling in my room. Please write back and tell me what you’re doing at Uni. I can’t stop thinking about you, dressed and undressed.
Cant wait until Christmas.
Love Rich”
By now I was throbbing and my pants were like a tent. I went back to the chest of drawers and found Vicki’s blue shorts buried in the bottom drawer. The front was crusted with white cum stains that she was anxious to hide from her mother. In my aroused state I gave them a deep sniff inside and out. There was a strong scent of semen on the front and a real female scent and some stains inside. It looked like Vicki was a horny little virgin who like so many “good” girls kept us boys in a state of frustrated anticipation.
Before I went to college I had been mad for my girlfriend for over 2 years, she would let me finger her to orgasm and occasionally would give me a hand job. She was a leader of local Girl Guide troop and everyone saw her as very proper. They had no idea having never seen her naked and so worked up that her thighs were soaked with her fanny juices. She would rub my throbbing cock up and down her soaking slit but never let me slip it in. She went off to London to be a Physio and left me frustrated and broken hearted. Whoever married her and finally got into her dark haired furry pussy must have been a lucky man.
I was on the verge of coming in my pants after closing the drawers and carefully closing the bedroom door. I headed back to my room to lie on the bed for a much needed relief wank but as I fell on the bed I heard a voice downstairs in the hall. My name was called a few time before I gathered myself and got to the top of the stairs. It was Katherine, my first sight of here in ten years or more.
I made it downstairs to be met by a mini version of Barbara, our first meeting in ten years. She had a cheesecloth shirt on and a long orange skirt split to her mid thigh. Shoulder length very dark brown hair set off a strong beautiful face rather dominated by a slightly Roman nose. Ten years had made a world of difference to the gangly ten year old I remembered.
“Nice to see you, message from Mother that she’ll be back around ten tonight and you’re to get your own dinner. Sorry I’ve not been to see you sooner but I’ve been really busy at work and at the drama group. We must catch up soon.”
She looked at me with large piercing eyes and said “ are you ok you seem very red in the face “
“ I think I’m starting a cold” I blurted out.
“Well I must dash back to work, make sure you take care of yourself” Ironically thats was exactly what I meant to do as soon as she whisked herself away leaving me with the realisation that she was braless under her wafty cheesecloth blouse….more fuel for my frustrated masturbating obsessed mind to deal with.
Upstairs I stripped naked on my bed knowing I wouldnt be disturbed and wandered across the landing to Vicki’s room and fished out a blue lace bra and the yellow bikini bottoms and was had a huge gouting orgasm into the bra cup.
I was still so horny that I hid the bra back in my suitcase in my room and wandered into Barbara’s room my naked skin electric with the cool afternoon air. My erection was already at full level when I opened the door and got a lungful of her rather rich perfume. Looking round I wondered if Barbara had any secret hiding places. The bottom drawer of her bedside table yielded suspenders and stockings, I rummaged under them looking for anything private but found nothing. I sniffed the stocking tops for some scent of her sex but nothing registered. The next drawer up had lots of silk coloured knickers all clean and smelling of washing powder. Bras were in the next 40” FF confirmed what I’d thought They were all heavily wired to prevent any noticeable movement of Barbara’s heavy upper deck. With my cock twitching in time to my heart beat I moved to the wardrobe. Opening the door I was confronted by suits and shirts, Micks clothes obviously, very dull. There was an old shoe box amidst the shoes, I dragged it out and opened the lid. There were two issues of Mayfair magazine in the box and a black plastic bag. I dug inside and pulled out a handful of polaroids. Mostly pictures of the girls as I remembered them from ten years back.
At the bottom of the pile were two pictures taken in a hotel room somewhere, there in all her natural naked glory was my “Auntie Barbara” holding her hands against her naked tummy her big breasts resting on her arms and the thickest hairiest bush I ever saw between a pair of broad thighs. In the other picture she was spread wide across the bedwith a hint of of pussy lips pouting through her thick vaginal hair, her huge breasts flopped to the side of her chest. She was posing like someone that wanted to be fucked and used. I nearly came all over the carpet before stuffing my jerking cock into a sock I grabbed from the wardrobe shelf and finishing with relief.
I tried to carefully put everything back and dashed off for a shower and a and reeled into bed for a dream filled sleep involving my Aunt and her Vicki washing my semen stained underwear and laughing at my inexperienced immature state.
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