The Final Frontier
THE FINAL FRONTIER
Seeing What I Could See #9. Fantasy based on a shred of fact!
My relationship with my “Auntie A” was now been going on for nearly 9 years. It started as fairly innocent curiosity on my part as a p*****n about mature, full figured women of which “A” was a prime example. I had carried a fondness for her since c***dhood because she had no c***dren and always treated me as her own and she dressed and acted so much more “free-spirited” than Mom and my other aunt. She was also very pretty, tall and voluptuous with wide hips and big legs and a 38D bust line. Our relationship had grown from curiosity and instruction from part 1 to now several years of pure lust and satisfaction, meeting on an irregular basis, always at her home while “Uncle P” was working. I originally thought it would be a “one day stand” but it awakened a missing part of her life and certainly fulfilled part of mine. At this time I was done with college and working and she had retired from one of her jobs to be home more to care for her ailing, now retired husband. This day may by the last meeting for a long time as “P” was in the hospital for a short stay and she called my Mom as usual (no cells then) with a request for my services for some chore at their place.
The call was returned when I got home from work….I’ll be freshened up and waiting for you,” she said. I liked that we were always all cleaned up for each other when we met. I walked in the back door and sat at the kitchen table were so many of our get sessions started. I think she made me sit there on purpose so she could make her grand entrance from the hallway…sometimes fully clothed for me to undress and sometimes naked except for high-heeled shoes. I always remarked on how nice her big, muscular claves looked when she wore heels. Today she was flat-footed wearing only an off-white camisole. I thought to myself as she approached that I had witnessed a changing female body from mature to senior over the past few years almost as dramatic as a girl changes in her teens. The camisole could not offer any support for her increasingly pendulous breasts…I wished I could have seen them in her twenties, protruding almost straightforward…now they sagged, beautifully though, nearly to her waist. They swung to and fro, each nipple visible at the outward boundary of their arc. The camisole of course exposed her widening hips and also her now expanding belly…I was mesmerized, like watching slow-motion. The soft flesh of her upper arms also rippled with her every step. I love the “open-bottom” look of an almost naked woman. The house had no lights on, only what illumination passed through the windows on the shady north side…a tall fence and farmland beyond provided privacy for the beginnings of our trysts.
When she reached the table she moved a chair beside me facing the opposite direction so we were within reach of one another. She spread a towel over the chair because of not having panties on. “It looks like you are still interested in this old girl,” she opined. “How could I help but be interested, I have been since c***dhood you know,” I countered. “Yes, I know and I am glad you are,” she replied. I looked at her still attractive face, now with a few more lines around her eyes and mouth and put both hands to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. As I withdrew her eyes shown a longing look…then she drew me to her and kissed me with great passion saying, “I want you so bad today…you remember how I want it, don’t you?” “Oh yes,” I replied. Last time she requested me to enter her in the butt. I sure wanted to keep her happy even though I had some thoughts of trepidation about doing it…being almost unheard back in the mid-seventies when this took place.
Making small talk, she asked, “What do you like best of this old body?” “Well,” I stammered, “I really like the feel of the insides of your thighs on my cheeks and the sensation of your hair between your legs when I rub my nose in it.” She answered, “Oh, I guessed right…you like it down there I’ve learned over the years. We N****n sisters can sure grow hair down there, mine light brown, your mother’s straw blond and her twin coal black.
My hand found her knees and I ran my hand across the tops of her great thighs, looking down I could see no hair as her belly and legs closed off any view. She opened her legs slightly and I took advantage and ran my right hand in between them. It felt so good, just like the first time I touched them only now I kind of knew what was going on. “Hmmmmm,” she cooed, ”I guess I should let you go on further.” My left hand found her right nipple and I began to pinch it making it get hard just like the rod in my shorts. That was enough for her to place her hand on my erection and say, “Let’s go to bed, I want you so.” She arose from her chair, picked up the towel and walked down the hall, me in tow. I watched every jiggle of her wide, white cellulitic behind and also the shaking of her wonderful thighs and calves…what a show. We reached her bedside and she spun around to unfasten by belt and remove my jeans. “How is that I wear almost nothing and you are fully clothed every time we do this?” she asked. I stepped out of my pants and embraced her while also removing the scant little camisole exposing her awesome hanging breasts. I loved to bury my face in her neck while she licked and breathed on my ears. She was particularly amorous due to the wine I could smell on her warm breath as she pulled me onto her bed. Her hands squeezed her two ample breasts together, offering her two hard nipples to my mouth. I took in as much as I could of one of them, making slurping sounds that amused her every time it did it. Of course I serviced both to keep it equal, then I continued my tour down her lovely torso. I stopped to tongue her navel, which was growing deeper as time passed it always tickled her and made her giggle like a school girl. I continued to kiss her along the soft expanse of her belly from hip to hip before descending to my favorite place…that great patch of golden brown pubic hair. My nose reveled in rubbing through it as my tongue searched for her love furrow. She raised her legs as on que for more access to spread her inner lips and reveal the pink!
As I moved my tongue from side to side to open those meaty lips, my chin hit something solid…she laughed as I discovered a “butt plug” for the first time. “What’s this?” I exclaimed. “Well, we need to stretch that out some so you will fit in…I will remove it while you put on this condom,” she explained. She pulled out what was a match to the teak wood dildo Uncle “P” had brought home from the war. Her little rosebud sphincter was slightly open now. As I fiddled with the condom she smeared some baby oil around it and also reached out to put some on my erection. In fear of losing the moment, moved forward to try to insert my dick. “Slowly,” she said, ”go easy at first.” I approached with caution, but was excited to feel this new thing…a delicate whiff of baby oil gave an innocent moment to the nasty act we were about participate in. Slowly, I disappeared into her, retracting a little too, then more insertion. I glanced up to see her alternately smile and grimace according to my strokes. She shoved a pillow under her behind to make entry easier, then asked me to stroke faster…wow it was tight, tighter than any hand job I done on myself! A whiff of air whistled past tickling my balls in the process…too much happening here at once I thought. It was difficult to hold back, I didn’t want to hurt her, but she wanted it faster. I complied and gave full strokes that made her holler for even more! That made me even more excited and I started to shudder with the electric throws of orgasm!! Turning me on further was the sight of her unused, for now, pussy still damp from my saliva and her juices. “I can’t hold it any longer,” I exclaimed. “Let it go you worked hard for this,” she cried out. I could hardly stay upright as I blew my wad into a condom for the first time, feeling as spent as a spawned out salmon. I withdrew my spent, softening penis from her butt pausing to watch it contract to closing. We untangled from one another and lay facing each other. We exchanged compliments on enjoying each other’s body. “Well, this was fun, something new for you, huh?” she asked. “Sure thing, always wondered what it would be like to enter an ass,” I answered. We continued our usual “after-glow” embrace and she asked, “what are you thinking about?” “Well, to be honest, all I really dreamed about several years ago was to see the beauty mark on your left breast and maybe help you with your nylons so I could see and feel those big soft legs,” I said. “Got more than you expected, didn’t you! I was afraid at first to go this far with you, but I needed some affection,” she stated. “And, I needed some instruction, and satisfaction,” I added, “we both won.”
We got up to shower and she paused and said, “I can’t make it to the bathroom, I have to pee real bad.” “A” then proceeded to squat over a pile of laundry on the floor and let go! I couldn’t help but to kneel beside her to make sure her powerful stream stayed on the clothes and not the floor. Gosh, I thought, here she’s pissing out of where my mouth had been only a matter of minutes before! “I’m sorry,” she offered in a rare shy voice. “I’ve heard ladies pee many times behind closed doors, now there is another curiosity satisfied!” As her stream dribbled to a finish, I wiped her dry with a hand towel. With her in a squat position her thighs squeezed against equally large calves with rounded knees pointing slightly upward, her legs gave an appearance of two submarines surfacing…again, what a show! Man, I was seeing and touching everything this afternoon. I couldn’t help but touch her moist hair patch as she struggled to get up from the position she was in. I helped her get upright and she immediately bent over to pick up the laundry…now exposing to me her big, beautiful ass cheeks and her soft supple thighs…we then hurried through the house, out to the garage to load the washer. I could watch her soft supple jiggles for hours…well maybe not, I would need to touch!
We then got into the shower and soaped and scrubbed each other lovingly until the water turned cold. Turns were taken to dry each other off, got dressed then locked into a long hug and kiss, not wanting the time to end considering it was quite possibly the last encounter for some time…maybe ever. Oh, the memories!
Seeing What I Could See #9. Fantasy based on a shred of fact!
My relationship with my “Auntie A” was now been going on for nearly 9 years. It started as fairly innocent curiosity on my part as a p*****n about mature, full figured women of which “A” was a prime example. I had carried a fondness for her since c***dhood because she had no c***dren and always treated me as her own and she dressed and acted so much more “free-spirited” than Mom and my other aunt. She was also very pretty, tall and voluptuous with wide hips and big legs and a 38D bust line. Our relationship had grown from curiosity and instruction from part 1 to now several years of pure lust and satisfaction, meeting on an irregular basis, always at her home while “Uncle P” was working. I originally thought it would be a “one day stand” but it awakened a missing part of her life and certainly fulfilled part of mine. At this time I was done with college and working and she had retired from one of her jobs to be home more to care for her ailing, now retired husband. This day may by the last meeting for a long time as “P” was in the hospital for a short stay and she called my Mom as usual (no cells then) with a request for my services for some chore at their place.
The call was returned when I got home from work….I’ll be freshened up and waiting for you,” she said. I liked that we were always all cleaned up for each other when we met. I walked in the back door and sat at the kitchen table were so many of our get sessions started. I think she made me sit there on purpose so she could make her grand entrance from the hallway…sometimes fully clothed for me to undress and sometimes naked except for high-heeled shoes. I always remarked on how nice her big, muscular claves looked when she wore heels. Today she was flat-footed wearing only an off-white camisole. I thought to myself as she approached that I had witnessed a changing female body from mature to senior over the past few years almost as dramatic as a girl changes in her teens. The camisole could not offer any support for her increasingly pendulous breasts…I wished I could have seen them in her twenties, protruding almost straightforward…now they sagged, beautifully though, nearly to her waist. They swung to and fro, each nipple visible at the outward boundary of their arc. The camisole of course exposed her widening hips and also her now expanding belly…I was mesmerized, like watching slow-motion. The soft flesh of her upper arms also rippled with her every step. I love the “open-bottom” look of an almost naked woman. The house had no lights on, only what illumination passed through the windows on the shady north side…a tall fence and farmland beyond provided privacy for the beginnings of our trysts.
When she reached the table she moved a chair beside me facing the opposite direction so we were within reach of one another. She spread a towel over the chair because of not having panties on. “It looks like you are still interested in this old girl,” she opined. “How could I help but be interested, I have been since c***dhood you know,” I countered. “Yes, I know and I am glad you are,” she replied. I looked at her still attractive face, now with a few more lines around her eyes and mouth and put both hands to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. As I withdrew her eyes shown a longing look…then she drew me to her and kissed me with great passion saying, “I want you so bad today…you remember how I want it, don’t you?” “Oh yes,” I replied. Last time she requested me to enter her in the butt. I sure wanted to keep her happy even though I had some thoughts of trepidation about doing it…being almost unheard back in the mid-seventies when this took place.
Making small talk, she asked, “What do you like best of this old body?” “Well,” I stammered, “I really like the feel of the insides of your thighs on my cheeks and the sensation of your hair between your legs when I rub my nose in it.” She answered, “Oh, I guessed right…you like it down there I’ve learned over the years. We N****n sisters can sure grow hair down there, mine light brown, your mother’s straw blond and her twin coal black.
My hand found her knees and I ran my hand across the tops of her great thighs, looking down I could see no hair as her belly and legs closed off any view. She opened her legs slightly and I took advantage and ran my right hand in between them. It felt so good, just like the first time I touched them only now I kind of knew what was going on. “Hmmmmm,” she cooed, ”I guess I should let you go on further.” My left hand found her right nipple and I began to pinch it making it get hard just like the rod in my shorts. That was enough for her to place her hand on my erection and say, “Let’s go to bed, I want you so.” She arose from her chair, picked up the towel and walked down the hall, me in tow. I watched every jiggle of her wide, white cellulitic behind and also the shaking of her wonderful thighs and calves…what a show. We reached her bedside and she spun around to unfasten by belt and remove my jeans. “How is that I wear almost nothing and you are fully clothed every time we do this?” she asked. I stepped out of my pants and embraced her while also removing the scant little camisole exposing her awesome hanging breasts. I loved to bury my face in her neck while she licked and breathed on my ears. She was particularly amorous due to the wine I could smell on her warm breath as she pulled me onto her bed. Her hands squeezed her two ample breasts together, offering her two hard nipples to my mouth. I took in as much as I could of one of them, making slurping sounds that amused her every time it did it. Of course I serviced both to keep it equal, then I continued my tour down her lovely torso. I stopped to tongue her navel, which was growing deeper as time passed it always tickled her and made her giggle like a school girl. I continued to kiss her along the soft expanse of her belly from hip to hip before descending to my favorite place…that great patch of golden brown pubic hair. My nose reveled in rubbing through it as my tongue searched for her love furrow. She raised her legs as on que for more access to spread her inner lips and reveal the pink!
As I moved my tongue from side to side to open those meaty lips, my chin hit something solid…she laughed as I discovered a “butt plug” for the first time. “What’s this?” I exclaimed. “Well, we need to stretch that out some so you will fit in…I will remove it while you put on this condom,” she explained. She pulled out what was a match to the teak wood dildo Uncle “P” had brought home from the war. Her little rosebud sphincter was slightly open now. As I fiddled with the condom she smeared some baby oil around it and also reached out to put some on my erection. In fear of losing the moment, moved forward to try to insert my dick. “Slowly,” she said, ”go easy at first.” I approached with caution, but was excited to feel this new thing…a delicate whiff of baby oil gave an innocent moment to the nasty act we were about participate in. Slowly, I disappeared into her, retracting a little too, then more insertion. I glanced up to see her alternately smile and grimace according to my strokes. She shoved a pillow under her behind to make entry easier, then asked me to stroke faster…wow it was tight, tighter than any hand job I done on myself! A whiff of air whistled past tickling my balls in the process…too much happening here at once I thought. It was difficult to hold back, I didn’t want to hurt her, but she wanted it faster. I complied and gave full strokes that made her holler for even more! That made me even more excited and I started to shudder with the electric throws of orgasm!! Turning me on further was the sight of her unused, for now, pussy still damp from my saliva and her juices. “I can’t hold it any longer,” I exclaimed. “Let it go you worked hard for this,” she cried out. I could hardly stay upright as I blew my wad into a condom for the first time, feeling as spent as a spawned out salmon. I withdrew my spent, softening penis from her butt pausing to watch it contract to closing. We untangled from one another and lay facing each other. We exchanged compliments on enjoying each other’s body. “Well, this was fun, something new for you, huh?” she asked. “Sure thing, always wondered what it would be like to enter an ass,” I answered. We continued our usual “after-glow” embrace and she asked, “what are you thinking about?” “Well, to be honest, all I really dreamed about several years ago was to see the beauty mark on your left breast and maybe help you with your nylons so I could see and feel those big soft legs,” I said. “Got more than you expected, didn’t you! I was afraid at first to go this far with you, but I needed some affection,” she stated. “And, I needed some instruction, and satisfaction,” I added, “we both won.”
We got up to shower and she paused and said, “I can’t make it to the bathroom, I have to pee real bad.” “A” then proceeded to squat over a pile of laundry on the floor and let go! I couldn’t help but to kneel beside her to make sure her powerful stream stayed on the clothes and not the floor. Gosh, I thought, here she’s pissing out of where my mouth had been only a matter of minutes before! “I’m sorry,” she offered in a rare shy voice. “I’ve heard ladies pee many times behind closed doors, now there is another curiosity satisfied!” As her stream dribbled to a finish, I wiped her dry with a hand towel. With her in a squat position her thighs squeezed against equally large calves with rounded knees pointing slightly upward, her legs gave an appearance of two submarines surfacing…again, what a show! Man, I was seeing and touching everything this afternoon. I couldn’t help but touch her moist hair patch as she struggled to get up from the position she was in. I helped her get upright and she immediately bent over to pick up the laundry…now exposing to me her big, beautiful ass cheeks and her soft supple thighs…we then hurried through the house, out to the garage to load the washer. I could watch her soft supple jiggles for hours…well maybe not, I would need to touch!
We then got into the shower and soaped and scrubbed each other lovingly until the water turned cold. Turns were taken to dry each other off, got dressed then locked into a long hug and kiss, not wanting the time to end considering it was quite possibly the last encounter for some time…maybe ever. Oh, the memories!
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