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TWIN ADVENTURE, MORETWIN ADVENTURES, MOREThree weeks had passed since my Auntie let me see and touch her breasts after we had done some work in her farm’s barn. No longer did I need to wonder what female breasts felt like when my masturbatory tendencies needed attention. At school during study hall I found a teacher’s edition human anatomy textbook with many drawings and a few photos of female parts. Even drawings of sexual positions and descriptions of fellatio and cunnilingus. My thinking was that I didn’t want to be too clumsy and unknowing if our relationship was to escalate. Sure enough when I went to visit and work for her we now greeted each other with games of kissy-face and huggy-p*o that lasted several minutes. I was glad she and I were attracted to each other as I had a crush on her for years.She told me she was going out of town to visit her son and family for the upcoming Veteran’s Day weekend. I was given strict instructions on taking in the mail and newspaper, feeding the cat and doing a check of every room in the house while she was gone. My mind already floated to the vision of her legs working the throttle and brake, the bucket seat of her new Mustang filled with that curvy behind and pleasing hips for the trip north. The second day revealed why she wanted every room checked…on her bed was a handwritten note…”I’ve been thinking,” she started, “I don’t want to date a man my age…I would rather be with you and show you things” A highly polished wooden dildo was laying on the note. “My co-worker said I needed this thing…well, I rather have the real thing, YOU!” I quickly found a pen and replied, “I can’t wait!” I then stood the dildo on its end pointing straight up.Time then traveled at a snail’s pace until Auntie came home and I got a reaction to my reply of her note. She called Mom to advise of her return, but I heard nothing…until Friday…when she stopped by on the way home from work to see my folks. I saw her briefly when she left to get in her car, the glee about the note was very evident. She asked for my services to rake leaves, as fall was upon us. After Auntie “T” left for home, Mom began to heap praise upon me for taking the time to help her widowed sister with heavier chores around her home. “Not many high schooler’s would work like that for no pay,” she said. To myself I said…I’m paid quite well, thank you. Time slowed even more waiting for Saturday to arrive.The morning finally came and I biked over to do the chores. The first thing noticed was the big driveway area was clean of leaves, only the lawn needed raking…that puzzled me. I grabbed the rake and got to work, finished in about 30 min. I was invited in via the back door and sat on my usual perch on a step stool near her telephone on the kitchen counter. Old dial phone with a cord, remember those? She was dressed in a knee-length house coat or duster as she called it. I could only guess what was underneath for clothes…maybe nothing! She smiled at me and walked around to my side, put her arm around me and kissed me several times. I responded by wrapping my right arm around her waist and holding her close. I let my right hand slide down her hip and felt her right buttock…oh so soft it was…I did learn she had panties on. She then turned to be directly in front of me and invited my to unbutton here duster. I quickly complied and started from the top down…it fell open revealing those beautiful slightly sagging 34B’s. I resisted touching them to instead feel the sides of her torso letting my hands slip down past her pantie line to check out the flare of her hips. I discovered though she was short in stature bahis siteleri her body was very curvy, although she might have been a few pounds overweight she wasn’t fat by any means. The softness I experienced was certainly due to middle age, but in today’s terms she might be referred to as a “mini BBW.”Here I was holding in my arms, my aunt, Mom’s twin to boot, who I had a crush on in my youth, a giant curiosity about in my adolescence, and in my early adulthood a lust so to speak about middle-aged women in general and her in particular! I sensed the minutes ticking away until I could see my first naked woman…touch and feel my first woman, and quite possibly my first experience of intercourse! I was getting real aroused so I removed my hands from inside her clothing and began to rub her fleshy upper arms. “Do you like my flabby arms?” she chuckled. “Oh, nothing about you is flabby, just soft and jiggiley…aren’t women supposed to be that way?’ I queried. “I guess so, at least at my age,” she replied. Her face was close to mine so I could feel her breathing became deeper and both our hearts pounded faster in anticipation of the next few minutes. “Follow me to the other end of the house, we will be more comfortable there,” she suggested.We ended up not in her bedroom, but in that of her sons’ unused room with two twin beds. One bed has been covered with a sheet over the bedspread and two pillows on it. The shades were tightly drawn so it was quite dark in our lair. I was slightly surprised to be in this bedroom, but I guess she wasn’t ready to use hers for the task that lie ahead. I was instructed to remove my my clothes which I quickly complied and when I turned around she was already on the bed…I had hoped to see her remove her panties. She had folded the excess sheet to cover herself below her waist as I climbed on and reclined beside her. “I have a feeling we have both been looking forward to this, I think,” she said. “I won’t disagree for sure,” I offered, “for sure since the afternoon in the barn!” She laughed in agreement and lay down flat on her back. I was on my side, my face close to hers as I ran my hand up past her breasts that had now succumbed to gravity and were at the sides of her chest with nipples firmly erect. I touched both to re-acquaint myself with their softness and put my lips to the closest one to feel the firmness of the nipple. “I really like to have my “bazooms” touched, I always have, now I’m so glad you are here to appreciate them,” she stated. “I’m so glad I’m here to enjoy them.” I said. My right hand made its way down her chest and stomach, and then across her motherly belly that protruded slightly and contained a beautiful example of a navel that I traced around causing her to giggle…”That tickles!” I suppose I had carte blanche to explore even more…my hand reached down further across her body and reached my first encounter with pubic hair…at first it felt like finely woven silk as it lay flattened against her skin by her tight panties. But a little rustling around by my excited and trembling fingers the curls began to stand up as nature intended. I played with this dark patch for a bit as she moaned with I guess delight until I reached the upper boundary of her vulval cleft…this all of a sudden was too much for me to comprehend. My finger had reached what I only had dreamed of for sometime and this caused my balls to contract and I knew an explosion was eminent. “Oh crap, I gonna cum,” I exclaimed. Auntie reached for a handful of tissue from the box on the nightstand and quickly put a cap on my erection. “I’ve got it, just lay back down and let it bedava bahis go, I’ve got it ,” she repeated. I was so disappointed and embarrassed I wanted to slink off the bed and get out of the room. “Don’t be concerned,” she quietly said, “you are new at this…and I’m quite proud I can make you do that…I must be a little bit sexy.” “Oh, you sure are, but gosh, I didn’t think that would happen,” I mused. “Let’s put some clothes on and have some coffee in the kitchen, I’m sure you aren’t done yet, I know I don’t want you to be.” she said. We both put some clothes on and I sheepishly tagged along to the kitchen. This was something, she put on one of her sons’ left behind dress shirts….long tails and all. She looked like one of the in a “morning after” movie endings, especially when she gripped her coffee mug with both hands and held her arms tightly to her sides.She appeared to seem much younger with that pose and told her too. “My, my, you must be horny still.” She moved closer to me as we sipped our coffees and I couldn’t help telling her, “You know I didn’t get to feel and look at your legs, that what first fascinated me about you.” She turned toward me and put one leg on one of steps of the stool I was sitting on. Of course her leg was fully exposed through the front gap in the shirt. “Look and feel all you want,” she said,”I’m glad you like my chunky legs.” I put both hands on her thigh rubbing it slowly, experiencing the softness. “Gosh, I’ve waited ten years for this moment,” I offered. “Really,” she answered, 10 years?” “well it was about that long ago I saw you put on your stockings through a partly open bedroom door, I’ve been wanting to see and touch since then,” I said. “I kind of know about your fascination with legs, your Mother told me quite some time ago. I have lots of nylons and several garter belts and girdles…you can watch me sometime and then you can take them off for me. Your uncle used to like watching me get dressed, then helping me undress, of course…maybe you will too.Wow, I though to myself this is too good to be true. I had my open hand on the inside of her left leg when she put both feet on the floor in a spread fashion, that caused by hand to feel that magic hair between her legs. My middle finger now wanted to explore further than it did about an hour previous. It found her inviting gash and felt its way inside…she spread her feet apart even more making it easy for me to further insert my digit One of her hands grabbed the back of my neck as she lustily whispered in my ear…”That’s where you belong…I’ve missed that feeling soooo much! Keep going,” she ordered, “you will be in for a surprise.” I started to move my finger in an out of its newfound playground. Soon the surprise manifested itself…just like the text book in the library said…”some women generate quite substantial amounts of vaginal secretions when aroused.” Sure enough my finger became soaked, even felt the dampness in the palm of my hand that cupped her prominent pubic mound. What an anatomy lesson I was receiving in just minutes concerning the female body. “We had better move to the bedroom quickly,” she suggested. “but first I want you smell your finger.” I did and must say I had never encountered a scent like that, “Go ahead,” she said, “taste it too.” I did put my finger to my lips and in an instant that book’s paragraph about cunnilingus came to life! Now my erection was about to rip through my briefs at the same time she asked if I like the way she tasted. I followed her through the living room and and short hallway to the bedroom. She shed the shirt on the way and I bedava bonus got to watch the movement of the twin halves of her shapely behind…it was so exciting to watch this long time hidden body shake and jiggle as she move with nearly no clothes on. To view the back side of her luscious thighs was almost beyond my wildest fantasies. The movement of the ripples and dimples were almost too much…again I never thought this would happen in real life!We shed what we were wearing and hopped on the bed…she immediately took position on her back, knees up, legs spread. I climbed across the bed from the end and approached this too good to be true situation. Her feet reached toward the ceiling, my hands reached for those shapely calves I had longed to touch for years…I eased forward, my straining erection pointing the way…that wonderous triangle of black hair beckoned me forth..I watched the knob on my dick disappear into her long dormant pussy…that moment is etched in my memory as my first female encounter. I looked at her face, her eyes wide with anticipation as I was sure mine were too. I eased into her every so slowly, unsure of what exactly to do. She moaned, “finally you put it where it belongs!” Thus encouraged, I made my strokes deeper and quicker, both of us seemed delighted! I glanced down to witness on my out-stroke, two nicely sized labia wrapped around my tool…one more reason I studied that anatomy book in the library so close. I watched for the first time her beautiful breasts gyrating randomly, their bright pink nipples almost glowing in the dim room on a cloudy day, her pale, almost alabaster hued skin almost seemed to glow also. The sounds of sex…grunting, heavy breathing, moaning, shrieking and the slapping of groins…all added to the experience, Finally the two of us separated by many years, but so close with desire finally experienced at the intersection of my extreme curiosity and the assuaging of her loneliness. I found out finally the pleasure of female contact that this small in stature but oh so curvy middle-aged woman could provide. I could not imagine doing this with a girl my own age…she just wouldn’t be this soft and pleasing to the eye or touch! The long hidden sags, dimples and slight imperfections were there to behold and only added to the excitement. After a short while I began to hear my strokes as well due to her moist secretions from within…I pounded her harder yet and that made her squeal with delight…that only made my balls start to constrict and I knew then that my job was nearly done. A second load of spunk in about an hour spewed forth into her soaked pussy. “OMG!” She let out, “finally!” I continued to feed my erection into her as spurts of my cum slowed to a finish. I let my body settle down on hers as her legs relaxed…I rolled to her left side letting my face bury itself in her silvery-white mane of hair. It smelled so clean. I quietly whispered into her ear,”Thank you for sharing yourself with me…you know I only wanted to see your stocking tops at one time.” “Yes, but isn’t this better?” she asked.Lying next to her basking in my new found pleasure of real sex, I wondered to myself when would be the next time she would let me fuck her. It didn’t take long for Auntie to offer an answer…”Next Saturday I am invited to a fancy bridal shower…I bought a whole new wardrobe to wear for it…from underthings to earrings! I want you to come over in the morning to help me get dressed.” “Really,” I said. “Sure, you have earned the chance. I used to really enjoy it when your uncle and I would get ready to go out, he would be right there…now I want you to be with me to dress up.” she stated, “then when I get home in the afternoon you can undress me…and maybe, you know…how does that sound?’ I had to tell her it sounded too good to be true. This was turning out to be some fun…stay tuned!

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