Hunter’s sexy snippets

I don't know how to explain how or why I first started loving my Aunt Lapine, but I have every since that rainy day in the chill of early April of my awakening year, and probably always will.

The authorities dumped me on her door one rainy night, a skinny bedraggled boy of 18, shivering in the threadbare clothes I'd run away in and a cardboard suitcase holding everything I owned.

She, like an angel with raven hair, took me in. I staggered into her front hall and sat down on the hardwood of the huge stair in the stupor of fatigue whilst she spoke to the policeman who had dropped me off. I heard the heavy door close and rain outside her parlor windows showing the world clean. I heard the click of her heels on the hardwood floor then felt a towel go around my shoulders and her hand on my arm. "Come on Honey; let's get some hot food in you."

She led me to the kitchen to sit at the long wooden table. I huddled, wrapped up in the towel, smelling the clean terrycloth as I clutched it around my neck and then a steaming bowl of hearty Brunswick stew and home made bread clattered on the table in front of me. I shoveled it down. Cold exposure to the natural world makes a body primitive and I didn't stop until the bowl was empty. After I was so tired I just could not keep my eyes open. I barely heard her, in my sleepy stupor, say 'You'll need a bath before you get into bed.' And she led me up to her bathroom, ran a steaming hot tub and turned to me.

I was so tired I could not speak and hardly knew what she was doing as she removed my clothes. My shoes had come off at the door, so it was first socks, then trousers, then shirt, then she stripped my underwear from me. "Mmmm." She took my hand. 'Come on, Honey, get in.'

She led me over to the claw-footed tub and I stepped in and eased myself down in the hot sandalwood soapy water. I'd never felt a sea-sponge on my skin before, but in her hands it was something special. She soaped it up, ran it over my shoulders, chest and back, then down under the water to my bottom. The last felt especially good, for some reason, feeling her scrub me there felt so loving, so warm and I must have moaned just a little.

"You like that, do you?" She laughed, low and musical, and rolled up the arms of her blouse.

She always dressed in the same kind of clothing, loose simple blouses with long sleeves, loose calf length skirts that swirled when she walked and low simple shoes. I asked her once why she didn't wear high heels and she said she liked to keep her balance and her ankles intact, thank you very much. Her clothes were not 'revealing' but her healthy bosom and small waist made that simple skirt and blouse look like she belonged in line with the Rockettes.

After she rolled up her sleeves to above her elbows, she soaped up the sponge again and started work on my legs and worked her way up, slowly. I was so tired that when the sponge slowly rubbed and scrubbed my cock and balls, all I was aware of was how relaxing it was and how wonderful her hands were, how much love they contained.

She drew me up, rinsed me off with the hand shower and dried me, then wrapped me up in a towel. She slid her arm around my waist, guided me out of the tub and into her bedroom.

"Come, nephew, come to bed."

She sat me on the bed, then took the towel from me, grasped my feet and slid me around under the covers. I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I awakened the next morning, to soft light and the sound of rain, and my body felt warmer than it ever had in the morning. Usually I awakened cold, shivering even under thick comforters. Then I felt arms around me and soft skin against my back.

"Awake, are we?"

I lifted my head from the pillow and looked backwards over my shoulder. "Auntie Lap?"

"Yes, Darling." She hugged me, her arms wrapped around me, her body pressed against my back. I could feel her breasts, soft and smooth skin on my skin. "You seemed like you needed a little help warming up last night."

A warm shiver tingled my entire body. "I don't remember anything after my head hit the pillow." This was too strange and wonderful. I was actually feeling my aunt's naked body against mine, snuggled up and warm and my cock hardened immediately. "Umm ... thank you for the warmth."

"You're welcome. It was nice, actually, to sleep with someone again. Your Uncle Rubin was mostly a bit of a cold fish, but he did keep me warm at night. It's been years since I've slept with anyone ... I hope you don't mind?"

"Oh no, not at all. It's nice to wake up like this." Wake up like this indeed. My cock was growing by leaps and bounds and I was afraid it was going to touch where her arms were wrapped around me any second. I knew she was my aunt and she had kept her nephew warm last night, but my response to her was ... I was afraid that even though we were both naked that she would not respond well to my cock being hard, even if it was for her. I had no idea of her protocol; she was my aunt and I had no idea if she knew or would like the effect she was having on me.

"Wake up like what, Graham? Like this?" and her hands, both of them, slid down to my cock and gripped it.

I could not help but moan. "Oh, Auntie Lap ... I'm sorry I just couldn't help ... it's .... "

"I know, Darling." Her lips touched my ear as she whispered into it. "You're a young man and young men wake up with erections, don't they? Young men just wake up hard, it's a fact of life."

I was in no condition to argue, my cock throbbed as she gripped and squeezed.

She whispered into my ear again. "How long has it been since you've cum, Darling?" She drew a towel over me underneath the covers, tucked it in around my hips and resumed her stroking. "How long?"

Truth be told, it had been weeks, weeks that I'd been on the road, hiding in ditches, stealing food and huddling in abandoned houses for shelter, then in the youth services camp till they'd found my aunt, then the drive out.

"It's been a long while."

I couldn't believe this was happening, I was rapidly losing control, the cum rising quickly. I was so aware, my nerves wired to fever pitch to her breasts against my back, her long arms wrapped around me, her long fingers wrapped around my cock, but then her other hand reached down and gripped my balls. The exquisite pain stopped my rising cum, it eased off, but I moaned and could not help but moved my hips, grinding just a little into her hands.

"There, you're a good boy, let's take our time. Just lie back against me and relax."

I tried to reach around and touch her but she pushed my hands away.

"No, Honey. Let me. Always let me and do what I tell you. Shhh, lay quiet now, just lay quiet."

So I lay there, twitching, trembling, my cock hair-trigger ready to explode, paused on the edge of the abyss.

She lay completely still behind me, not moving a muscle, hardly breathing, until my breathing returned to something like normal. "That's good, you are a good boy, just relax."

"It's kinda hard ... I mean to do."

"Yes, Honey, I know. Listen to the rain."

So I tried. Thunder echoed outside the window, rumbling in the distance. I had never heard the rain like this, I felt like I could hear every drop hit every leaf of every tree outside the window.

"Listen to the rain."

And her hands once again reached around me and gently took my cock in her hands. She slowly slid her fingers around it and her other hand caressed my balls gently and oddly I thought of Captain Queeg from the Caine Mutiny with her hands rolling my balls around.

"Put your hands underneath you, Darling, under your bottom so they won't wander around where they shouldn't."

I did as she asked. It prevented me from touching her, prevented me from putting my hands on her in any way and she seemed to enjoy that, she laughed, a low musical laugh as she ran her hand over my cockhead. "Oh Honey, you're very drippy, I like that at lot."

I had no words to answer her with, I could only moan and offer unintelligible primitive sounds, for I was too far gone in the throes of primal passion, my world had focused completely on how she felt behind me, how her hands felt dancing over my cock and how hard it was to hold back any longer. She seemed to know ... her hand gripped me harder, she pumped and I felt her lips against my ear. "Now, Baby, now ... let it go, give Auntie your cum ... give all of it, let it gush, yessss, like that."

And I did, I came like a fountain, coating my stomach, my chest underneath the towel, which kept my cum from flying all over the place, but eventually it subsided and it was all I could do was to lay back against her and gasp, my cock, now only half hard in her beautiful hand and tremble, my balls aching from being pressurized and then pumped dry.

She wiped me dry with the towel, held it to her face and drew in a deep breath, then smiled. "That's a good boy. I'll be back in just a minute. You sleep now, Darling."

With that she ran one hand along my cheek, kissed my forehead and slid out of bed.

I slept, but I dreamed of her. Little did I know that in the next few weeks the dreams and more would become very, very real.

———x———

I stayed with Auntie Lapine at her mountain farm for a few years. I'd missed my opportunity to go to college, but she ran a quite successful herb and vegetable farm and I slowly learned not only how to dig in the earth and care for living things, but the business, how to handle customers and how to work.

That's not all I learned.

As an eighteen year old hard bundle of lusts, I'd never had an outlet for passion. I was horny as they came and every girl I'd come in contact with seemed to sense that and had avoided me like the plague. The girls I had known were expert in giving hints of promises, but when the flower of desire they had teased bloomed into full blown lust they had run like startled deer.

That first early morning I had arrived, a suffering, skinny, and hungry eighteen year old kid, she had stroked my cock and was warm-hearted and tender and accepting at how I felt. After such blessed relief I had finally slept, dreaming of impossible pleasures with her.

I awakened long after. I heard, out the screened window, a stream tumbling over rocks. Though the rain of the night before had stopped, the scent of rain lingered in the air.

As I tried to think about what had happened, her touch on my cock felt more and more like a dream. I'd never felt such acceptance and frankly, didn't know how to handle it. That kind of acceptance was so far out of my experience that the only possible thought that made any sense was that she had probably caressed me out of pity. That meant I had no right to ever expect it was to ever happen again. A one-time deal. I was such a pent-up bundle of lust that I thought that no female could or would ever truly accept it or take joy in it. I resolved to take care of my own passions, to take my unrepentant cock in hand. I could dream of my sweet Auntie Lap in my youthful lust, but not to burden her with it.

She proved me wrong.

So very wrong.

Clothes were laid out for me on the chair beside the bed. Jeans and work shirt, but no underwear. I'd always worn underwear, but there was nothing else in the room and no sign of my other clothes. I pulled on the jeans. It felt a little strange not to have my briefs holding everything tightly in place. Good, but strangely cool and free and my cock swelled a little. No, I thought, I cannot think like that, I can't go around with a hard throbbing cock in front of Auntie Lap all the time. I forced my mind away from lust and padded barefoot downstairs to the living room.

Her house was a two story rustic log cabin, filled with strong furniture and warm furnishing. A stone fireplace dominated the room and books lined the walls.

I followed the sound of her voice into the kitchen.

She was leaning against the kitchen counter, talking on the phone. "Yes, Jean, we have plenty of rosemary for you, just finished weeding it today. Now much do you need?" She smiled at me then turned and leaned over the counter to write out details on an order pad.

My heart stopped in my throat at the sight of her bottom stretching the material of her work jeans and her full breasts swinging under her loose thin shirt. She was backlit from the sun streaming in through the windows behind and I thought I could see her nipples lightly dragging against the countertop.

I couldn't breathe. I'd never seen anything like her; she had the loveliest figure I'd ever seen. Beautifully curved hips, tiny waist encircled by a wide leather belt and the thin work shirt, shirtsleeves rolled up just past her elbows.

My heart started jumping so hard I thought my chest was going to explode. I didn't know ... or didn't want to admit to myself ... that I had just fallen deeply in love.

She turned to me and smiled, her eyes dancing. "Hi there, Sleepyhead. Come on in and sit down, your eggs are ready."

I padded over to the table and sat. "What time is it?"

"After ten, Honey. I've already been up and fed the animals and weeded the rosemary." She reached over and rumpled my hair. "You're gonna earn your keep around here y'know."

When she brought me the eggs and leaned over me to set down the plate I could not help but look down her open shirt collar at her full smooth breasts, hanging free, her nipples standing and perfect. My cock immediately throbbed and I was glad to be sitting down at the table with it safely hidden from view. I could smell the rosemary on her, breathed deeply and remembered, actual tactile memory of her touch, how her hands had felt that morning, how she had squeezed my cock.

"Graham?"

"What?" I jerked up out of my reverie and looked at her, which could have been a mistake, because I was instantly lost in her deep blue eyes.

Her dimples appeared. "This morning wasn't enough for you, was it? Not enough to diminish your desires?"

"I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do with it." I looked down, ashamed. "I just don't know what to do."

"I'll just have to teach you then. The eggs will keep." She grasped my hand. "Come on."

She led me back up the stairs and up the second set of stairs out to a sleeping porch on the top floor. It was an open screened room, complete with bed and desk and chair.

I stepped up behind her and slid my arms around her slender waist but she grasped my hands and pushed my hands back, and held them back behind me. "No, keep your hands behind you. Let me, Honey." She released my hands then turned and smiled. "Always let Auntie."

My heart swelled at her smile, but I was confused as I'd ever been as she leaned back against the table. She looked at me, up and down, her eyes coming to rest on my tented jeans. Her hand rubbed her stomach.

I could not take my eyes off her.

"I was going to wait until tonight, but since you very apparently need more attention than you got this morning, this will be your first lesson."

"Lesson?"

"Yes. You see, Honey, there's nothing wrong with the lust you feel. I feel it too, it's just that ... " her hands unbuttoned her thin cotton shirt, "you just need a little training." Her hand slid under the thin material and hefted her breast. Her fingers slowly passed back and forth across her nipples and they grew larger under her touch. "You need ... private lessons. You must do exactly as I say, how I say to do it and when I say to do it. I won't hurt you in any way, though you may be ... frustrated at times. And no one must ever know. Understand?"

"No." I shook my head. "But I'll do as you say."

"Good boy. Now take off your trousers."

"But I don't have on any underwear. There wasn't any on the chair this morning."

"There wasn't supposed to be." Her voice dropped half an octave. "I'm sure you noticed ... I never wear any. You did notice, didn't you?"

It was true. I had seen her full curves and beautiful nipples when I'd looked down her blouse. I nodded, slowly.

"Good boy. Now, take them down. I want to watch you. It's not often I get a leggy young lion like you to watch. Take them down." She inhaled and I saw her nipples push hard against the blue cloth of her shirt. "Take them down now."

I fumbled at my belt, let my jeans fall and stepped clear of them. My cock stuck out hard, rampant and already dripping. My face was, I'm sure, as red as it could be, because I felt it burning hot at my Auntie Lap's eyes glued to my cock.

She unbuttoned the front of her jeans and slid her hand down the front. Her fingers dug down between her legs. "Now, sweet boy, take that hard cock of yours in hand. I want to watch you, do you understand that? It excites me to watch you, hard, in all your glory, standing up like that because I know it's for me. Look at me, Darling. Don't take your eyes off mine, just ... grip your cock and look at me."

I did. An involuntary moan escaped my lips at the sight of her eyes boring into me, her eyes lit and burning as her gaze traveled down to my hand on my cock.

She dug deeper with her hand and moaned. "Yesss, that's my young man." Her hips ground at her fingers as she watched me. "There will be times when I'll make you stop ... make you hold back until you think you just won't be able to stand it ... " her voice took on a quiet husky ethereal quality. "Times I'll make my young man hold back his cum until he thinks he's going to explode. Times like," Her eyes half closed as she gazed at my cock. "Now. Stop. Stop and grab your bottom. Grip it hard."

I moaned but I did as she asked. My cock stuck out, rampant. Clear sticky liquid oozed from the head and dripped on the wooden floor.

"Oh yes. Stay like that, stay just like that." Her voice trailed off and her fingers dug in deeper and her voice hardened a bit. "Graham honey ... such a beautiful sight, your hard cock dripping on my floor ... but I should not torture you too much too soon ... so," she lifted her eyes to mine, "I want to watch you cum."

I gasped, not believing what I was hearing.

"But I want you to cum ... in this." She sat in the chair at the desk, reached into the drawer behind her and drew out what I can only describe as a device. It had a squeeze bulb, a conical funnel and a bottle attached to it. She squeezed the bulb on it. "It's originally made to express milk, to suck milk out of a woman's breasts ... " she held the funnel part up to her breast to illustrate, "I even use it on myself sometimes, but ... I've found it useful for ... young men ... who are eager to give me their cream. You are eager, aren't you, my Graham?"

A stone statue would have nodded then. "Oh yes, Auntie. Where ... how ... do you want me?" My voice croaked, undependable.

She smiled. "Right in front of Auntie. Come here, stand right in front of Auntie and pump your hard young cock. And," she almost purred as she said it, "make sure you tell me when you're going to cum."

I did just as she asked. I stepped up close to her and squeezed my cock right in front of her face.

"Oh my, Graham. You are growing into such a ... fine man." Her hand between her legs dug deeper and her hips ground into her own fingers. "Yes, that's it, my young one ... pump your cock for your Auntie Lap."

I did. I gripped and pumped and moaned. My balls slapped against my hands and thighs, clear liquid oozed from the head of my cock. I could feel cum boil in my balls. "Oh Auntie, I'm so close ..."

"Now stop. Hold you hand very, very still. Squeeze him real hard right behind the head, don't let go but don't move."

I stopped and gripped my cock as hard as possible. I could feel the precum slick on my fingers. I could not catch my breath; my moans came out in short primal staccato bursts.

She smiled at me, her hand stopped moving and I could see her nipples pushing out strong against the blue fabric of her shirt. "Just feel that, baby. Feel the edge, feel how good that feels just to hang there on the edge with all that beautiful lust coursing through your body."

"Oh god, Auntie ..." were the only words I could gasp. I burned inside, liquid lava bursting in my balls all the way up through my stoppered cockhead.

She smiled more widely, lifted the pumping device up to the head of my cock and pumped the bulb. Suction pulled at my cockhead.

"Now baby ... put your hands behind you and grip your bottom." She gripped the head of my cock herself to hold it to the funnel while she pumped the bulb again. "Now cum for me ... give your cum to Auntie ... you can cum now." Her eyes bored into mine. "Now, Graham. Now."

I let go.

It surged from me, gushing into the bottle. She pumped the bulb as hard as she could but some of it still dripped down onto her jeans. She pumped harder, gripped my cock harder to maintain the seal.

I moaned, long and loud, the flow a fresh fountain streaming, coursing through and out of me. After more spurts and pumps than I could count, I ran out of cum, out of energy ... and sank to the floor.

She gracefully slid of the chair and followed, still gripping my cock, still pumping until there was no more flow.

Then she laughed. I had been laughed at by girls before, but this was different, so different. I could tell from the delicious musical sound that it wasn't at me: it was not a laugh of ridicule. It was a laugh of pure joy. "Oh honey, we are going to have lots of fun, you and I. See how much you came?" She held up the bottle and swirled it. My white cum slid thickly around the bottom of the jar. "You have quite a capacity, my young nephew. I'll bet you've been pumping yourself for a long time, haven't you? When was the first time? How long?"

"I ... don't remember. I mean ever since I can remember."

"I'll just bet you have." She rubbed my spilled cum into the denim on her jean clad knees, then licked the tips of her fingers. "But now, you need breakfast." She swirled my cum in the bottle again. "And now that I have cream, I need coffee," She smiled wide, brilliant and beautiful and caressed my cheek. I could smell something sweet and exotic and realized it was her juice on her fingers. Even drained as I was, my cock still throbbed at the scent.

"I have a lot of work for you to do, young man. This isn't the only exercise you'll get around here. Come on, let's get to it." She stood, closed up her clothes and strode out of the room.

I was satiated, so empty I could barely manage to stumble to my feet. This living with my Auntie was going to either make me stronger and happier than I'd ever been ... or it was going to kill me.

I couldn't wait to find out which.

———x———

Three days later, at night Auntie Lapine slid in behind me in my bed.

I could feel her bare breasts against my back, her hips settling against my bottom. I started to slide my hands back to feel her, but again, she brushed my hands away.

"What did I tell you? Always let Auntie. That means always, young man. Understand?"

I nodded in the dark.

"Say it aloud, nephew. If you can."

'If you can.' She had a point. I did not trust my voice with her silky voice in my ear in the dark. I felt her hand lightly caress my hip, knowingly. The thought came to my arousal-addled brain that my aunt knew exactly what she was doing, knew very well that my cock was stiff as a board, throbbing and dripping just at the feel of her softness, her naked skin against my back.

"Well? Say it aloud, sweet boy."

I cleared my throat. When my voice came out it quavered in spite of all the control I struggled for. "Always ... let ... Auntie."

She laughed quietly in my ear, low, smooth, musical. Again it was not in a tone making fun, but in delight. "That's right. Very good. I think it may be time to really begin your training."

I could not keep from trembling, my stomach quivered and I felt rather than heard her voice as it cut through to my core. But what she said raced through my mind. "Training?"

She ran her hands up across my chest and briefly paused as her fingertips traced across my nipples. I hadn't known until that moment how sensitive they were. They never had been before, but then I'd never been caressed by such hands as hers, long-fingered, slender and strong. I gave a small quivering moan.

"I love how sensitive you are. I love to touch you. You're so sensitive I could play you like an instrument." She shifted behind me and rolled me over onto my back, laying close to me, her soft breast rubbing against my upper arm. "Hands underneath your bottom again, my sweet."

I groaned as I obeyed. "God, Auntie I need to touch you, to know how you feel."

She laughed again, the music of her voice decorating the darkness. "I know. Perhaps after you're properly trained. I'll teach you exactly what to do and how to do it. But you must trust me and promise to obey in all things. That's the condition. Agreed?" Her hands slid over my quivering stomach.

I moaned again and my hips moved of their own accord. "Oh dear sweet gentle god..." My stomach and thigh trembled, out of my control.

"Agreed?"

"Yes, Auntie, god yes anything yes ..."

She whispered in my ear. "Good boy. Lesson one, you must tell me when you're about to cum, my dear."

I could feel the hot lava flow beginning in my balls already and she hadn't even touched me, not really.

"Are you getting close?"

I could only nod and gasp in answer.

Her long slender fingers wrapped around my balls and squeezed. It didn't quite hurt, but the sheer intensity of the feeling stopped my orgasm in its tracks. Her sweet hands gradually released pressure as my cock softened, though the delicious ache in my balls remained.

When I could breathe without gasping I spoke "Auntie, I was about to ..."

"I know, my dear." She kissed my cheek. I could feel her lips, soft as a thought against my ear as she spoke. "I know, sweet boy. That's lesson two. You are not to cum until I give permission, until I tell you to. Is that clear? Be assured you'll have more than enough climaxing, sometimes perhaps more than you think you can stand, but only when I say so. Agreed?"

I turned my head and looked into her eyes.

A beam of moonlight illuminated her face. Her expression was lit with joy, not cruelty but with love.

I found myself looking into her clear blue eyes and nodding. "But how? You've awakened something in me I didn't know existed. How do I control it?"

Her smile widened. I found my heart putting itself in her hands. "With my help, my dear boy. Always. I'll take care of you." Her hands found my cock again and caressed it, lightly, lovingly.

My cock rose once again under her touch.

"Feel better? How do you feel?" How did I feel? I could hardly describe it. My balls echoed with a sweet ache and though my cock was stiff again, there was a curious balance between arousal and calm. I told her this and she smiled and kissed my cheek. I don't know if other young men feel this, but the look on a woman's face when she is truly filled with joy is unmistakable. My heart swelled in my chest as I saw her face alight. I had pleased her with the truth of my heart and from that moment I knew I was hers, body and soul. It only remained to experience how far her journey would take me.

But her eyes told me there was something more. Something she needed to say.

"What is it?"

Her eyes found mine, steady, serious. "I don't know how much you know ..."

"About love? Nothing, to be honest."

She smiled and lifted her hand from my cock long enough to touch my cheek like a lover. "Oh my dear boy, you are precious beyond measure. But let there be a special communication between us." Her voice was quiet, clear, calm. "You will climax only when I give you permission and like the firm ball caress just now ..."

My cock, oddly I thought, swelled at the reminder.

"I will touch you like that to help you with your control. But I have no desire whatsoever to hurt you, to truly hurt you. So, if I ask you how you are whilst I'm touching you ..." She swallowed. "If you are all right and want more, you say 'green.' If it's too much, if I've squeezed too firmly ..." She gave my balls a squeeze, just hard enough to make me breathe in quickly, "You say 'red'. If the feeling is just on the edge, strong enough to give you pause but you don't want me to stop..." She released the pressure just a little.

The ache was sharp and still there but my cock still throbbed hard and had no urge to be otherwise. I began to breathe again and quick quivers of desire gripped me.

A lovely Mona Lisa smile curved her lips and a look of gentle ecstasy took hold in her eyes. "Oh such a lovely boy ... then you say 'yellow.' That way I'll know for certain I'm not really hurting you and I'm taking you to that delicious edge where your heart can fly to the stars." She squeezed my cock, hard.

I gasped at the intense pleasure of it.

"Color?"

My breath came quick, shallow and my entire body trembled. "Y ... Yellow. Oh god, Auntie ... I've never ... felt ..." I felt the eruption begin deep within. "I'm close, Auntie ... so close ... please ..."

She released me. It took my breath away.

"Feel that, my lovely young man. Feel that edge between the climb to the mountaintop and release ... feel the edge of that mountain ridge ... ride it ... do you really want to cum?" Her voice was low, soft, smooth, and impossibly sweet.

"Oh god yes yes yes ... and ..." I fought for breath. "No."

"No?"

I knew she could feel my body tremble. My voice quavered. "Oh Auntie ... I don't want it to end. I never want it to end."

I had never spoken truer words in my life.

I don't know how long she simply held me after that. Minutes? Hours? Millennia? I hardly knew what time was. I simply trembled in her arms, safe and warm, riding the whirlwind of feeling, my cock dripping clear liquid in a very slow stream.

She gave a small laugh in pure delight. "My darling young man ... I would hold you here forever." My Auntie Lapine leaned in close, her full breast warm on my arm, her hand warm and firm on my cock. She whispered into my ear so close I felt the wetness of her lips against my skin. "And now, my beautiful young man ... it is my desire ... that you ... cum. I want to feel you cum."

I gasped and gazed into her eyes.

Her widened with pleasure, lit with lust. "Now, Graham. NOW."

With those words she squeezed my cock hard and pushed the heel of her hand hard down onto my balls.

I never had a chance to breathe before my cock erupted, a geyser coating us both.

She laughed in pure joy, luxuriating as if in a bathing fountain of acceptance and kissed me.

I gasped and groaned and as the ecstasy of stars overtook me, fainted in her arms.

———x———

My Auntie Lapine was the love of my life. I know I have said that before in these journals, and I do hope, sometime in the future that long after I have shuffled off this mortal coil and are buried deep within Mother Earth (in hallowed ground, since I am now a man of the cloth), that someone will find these scribblings and will know that to have a loving aunt to take care of the intimate training of their nephew, to literally take him in hand, is one of if not the most wonderful and beautiful things that a woman can do. Auntie Lapine did this for me. Did this and more. She had taken me in after my father had been killed and my mother had disappeared, leaving a skinny 18 year old youth with no place in the world, possessing nothing but raging passions and no outlets to vent them. She gave me so much, gave me her world and made it mine.

A particular memory blossoms in my head of delights, the opening of a world with her, indescribably lovely. On this day she came into my room first thing in the morning, was there as I opened my eyes to the sun streaming in through my bedroom window. Usually she dressed in jeans and a loose-fitting linen blouse that revealed her entrancing figure, heavy strong breasts beneath swinging free. Today she was dressed in a riding skirt and a strong shirt with high starched collar. I looked in vain for the sweet swing of her breasts beneath her blouse, but was disappointed. She wore foundation garments of the strongest type.

As I looked about in confusion, she smiled at me. "Don't be dismayed, nephew. These clothes are temporary." She nodded toward the ladder backed chair in the room. Draped across the back was a man's suit, well made, clean and pressed. "You too have new clothes to wear, but not for too long." She smiled again. "We're going on vacation. Get up, sleepyhead."

I obeyed. As she had instructed me before, I slept naked, always. She crossed her arms under her full breasts, even the sturdy foundation garments she wore could not hide their magnificence, leaned a little over on one hip and regarded my morning tumescence. Her gaze did nothing to make my cock go down, much the opposite. My aunt's gaze upon me always made me swell to full hardness and as my cock swelled so her smile grew. I drew breath deep, wanting to hold her, so much.

She as much as read my thoughts. "No, nephew. The time is not yet ripe for you to hold me, you are still in the early stages of training. As a matter of fact ... a tidbit of training is now in store." She stepped close to me, the natural scent of her hair reached me and I inhaled deep, relishing the sweet aroma of her. I gripped my wrist behind me, determined to obey her instructions to not touch her, to never touch her unless she specifically said so. Her instructions to not cum except when she specifically said so was harder ... to obey.

"Look into my eyes." Her voice was low, sultry, focused on me, on my slim yet hairless eighteen year old body. I felt a quiver deep inside as I listened to her voice. "I know exactly what you're feeling, nephew. I know your balls ache and your cock is throbbing and eager. Do you want to know a secret?"

I wanted to know each and every secret she possessed, but she had told me that control was the essence of relationship. I managed to control my voice enough to say "Yes, Auntie."

"Yes, what?"

I felt my balls begin to boil at her tone and her steady gaze. "I ache to know your secret."

"You ache?" I felt her smooth cool touch upon my cock. She did not grip it or pump, just rested her hand there in quiet caress. "I like that, nephew. Your self-command speaks well of your coming full manhood. Very well. The secret is ... that I enjoy your desire for me. I enjoy your eyes on me, I enjoy knowing I make you quiver inside, I enjoy knowing I make your cock drip at the sight of me, enjoy making your balls ache to gush your seed. And ordinarily I'd grip your young cock hard and pump you dry ... but... not today."

At these words I moaned, desperate to pump my cock against her hand.

She knew it. She whispered into my ear. "No, nephew. Hold back. No matter how much you want to gush your sweet young cum, for now ... no. Do you understand?"

I nodded and my trembling began.

She continued to hold my hard cock in one cool hand. "That's my beautiful young man. Do ... not ... cum. But know," at this she gripped me hard and whispered low right in my ear "that your hard young cock makes me wet." She took her hand away.

At this I almost fountained even without her touch, but exerted every muscle I could to hold back, hold back, hold back. I breathed deep to control my trembling.

"I don't know if you know it, nephew, but you are dripping onto the rug. Don't worry, I'm not angry. As a matter of fact I'm very pleased at your pre-cum flow. Most exceptional. We'll have to experiment how long you can keep that up." She smiled in pure pleasure. "But for now, have a bath and get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast."

Auntie Lapine turned and walked out my bedroom door. Even now I remember her perfect hips swaying as she walked, her long hair swaying against her backside, heels of her boots against the hardwood floor.

It took me some time to shake it off, to get myself under control. In the shower I wondered how long she would make me wait. All day? Two days? A week? She had hinted before at making me hold back for longer periods, but had always relented, wanted me to cum sooner. Now I didn't know. The prospect was both maddening and thrilling. There was one surprise. A sort of undergarment for me. Usually she required that I wear no underwear, as she wore none, maintaining that it was bad for both of us, that freedom held back our natural selves as the ancients had understood passion, openly and without guilt. But today she had given me underwear. It was special underwear though, more a kind of belted harness than proper underwear, tiny neat stitches in black linen and leather holding the straps. I was unsure as to what to do with it, but managed as best I could. After one last check in the mirror to make certain I hadn't mis-buttoned anything, I went downstairs.

Breakfast was nourishing but quick, she said we had a lot of driving to do. I asked her where we were going but she just smiled. I asked what luggage we were taking and she smiled a little wider. "You won't need luggage, my dear boy."

Before we went out the door she held me back for a moment. "I need to check you, nephew. Take down your trousers."

She sat in a chair by the clothes rack and watched as I unbuckled my belt and lowered my trousers.

"Had a little trouble figuring out what to do?"

I nodded. "I've never seen anything like this."

She smiled. "I'm not surprised, I made them especially for you."

"Yes? Really? Then ..." An image came to my mind's eye of her sitting with needle in hand, putting the harness together.

"That's right, nephew, I really do love you. Now let me show you how the straps work. Come here."

I'd never seen or felt anything like it. One strap she wrapped about my cock and balls and slowly drew it tight. The second strap she wrapped just around my balls and drew that one tight. After this my cock was as hard as it had ever been, rampant right in front of her eyes. She gazed at it and touched the head lightly with one middle finger. A thick string of sticky precum came away and she licked her finger and smiled. "Can't have you showing the world a wet spot, now can we?" Then she drew from her purse a sort of sheath and slid it over my cock head. The inside was silk and the feel of it made me groan with pleasure. The outside was padded thick linen. She tightened light straps on the sheath, adjusted it and leaned back to admire her work. The result was that my cock and balls were strapped down hard and so was my hard cock. I moaned.

"I take that as a compliment." She stood up and looked me right in the eyes. "I intend for you to remain hard and dripping for the entire trip. If you feel yourself getting soft, tell me. Understand?"

I understood her words, but didn't understand what she was doing, but she was my Auntie Lap and I had long passed the point where I would ever say no. I'm told all men do that with women they're in love with. I was certainly in love with my Auntie Lapine, so when she strapped down my cock and balls I gratefully, enthusiastically agreed.

"Now, my sweet hot nephew, get in the jeep."

The trip was only a few hours, but for me they were an eternity. Every movement I made pulled at my cock, pulled at my balls, making even more blood flow into my cock and not allowing much out. I couldn't help moving in my seat. Added to this was the sight of her long strong legs as she drove, her skirt raised up high.

"Not getting soft, are you?" Her eyes, playfully danced at me. She knew better, she just wanted to play and have me admit it.

I didn't trust my voice so I just shook my head.

"Say it, my sweet young nephew. Say it out loud."

I shifted in my seat again, feeling the harness straps tugging at my cock, my balls. "No, Auntie Lap." I managed to say, my voice quivering a little. "I am not soft ... not ... at all. As a matter of fact ..." I didn't trust myself to say more.

"You are quite priapic, yes?" She smiled and extended one hand to my cock and lightly rubbed, a friendly caress.

My breath caught in my throat and I nodded, not trusting my voice or my cock not to gush inside the restricting sheath, at the edge of control.

"I thought so." She patted my cock, returned her hand to the steering wheel and her gaze to the road. "Don't worry, sweet boy, we're almost there. Remember, don't touch your cock until I say so." She breathed deeply and I watched her breasts rise and fall. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I seem to remember her strong nipples imprinting against even her strong undergarment. "Yes, my sweet nephew. Almost there."

It was another hour until she turned off the main road onto a smooth clean single track road into a beautiful stand of cedars and slowed down. She opened the windows to the jeep and I could smell the scent of the cedars and for the first time, heard the pounding of ocean and smelled salt air. We emerged from the forest at a small two story house overlooking the sea.

"What do you think?" my aunt said as she pulled to a stop. "It's been in my family for years."

It was a beautiful place, craftsman style with a wrap-porch all around, deep blue-gray cedar shake siding and a widow's walk above the upper floor. Like her spice farm, I felt this was a home.

The rest of the afternoon we spent exploring the house and walking on the beach. She had me change clothes into shorts and a t-shirt, though she instructed I remain in the harness and even made me stand still with nothing but harness on as she changed clothes.

The sight of her nakedness, even briefly, made my cock throb and drip. She touched the pre-cum with her fingers again and slid her finger into her mouth. "Delicious, sweet boy. I love the taste of you." She tightened the straps, making small adjustments that were exquisite torture.

I moaned involuntarily and my hips moved of their own accord.

She chuckled with joy as she slid into a wrap-around skirt and linen blouse. "Let's take a walk on the beach. Put on your shorts and t-shirt. I'll meet you on the back porch, so don't dawdle."

The day had dimmed to twilight as we walked down the path to the beach. Every step the harness tugged at my cock and balls and every glance at her in thin clothing in the gentle ocean wind tugged at my heartstrings. We talked of things, of what I don't remember because my attention was on her, rapt and in love. The moon appeared and she turned to me. My aunt stood very still gazing at me, her eyes wide. "It's time we got back."

I couldn't have agreed more.

Supper was cold cuts from the refrigerator and a nice light white wine. We ate standing up, then she led me to the bedroom.

"Take off your clothes, leave the harness on." The slight quiver in her voice changed the air in the room. "Put your hands behind your back."

I obeyed.

Her eyes never left me, watching my every movement. When I was finished, standing before her clad only in harness and rampant cock and strapped balls, she began to slowly disrobe. When she was naked she lifted a single thin silken robe and slid it on, wrapping the tie around her waist.

"Follow me."

Again I obeyed. I followed her up the stairs, up and up, the harness pulling at my cock and balls every step of the way, my eyes on her magnificent bottom until we emerged at the top of the stairs onto the widow's walk.

The sky stretched out before us, starlit and magical, soft warm breeze caressing our skin.

She turned toward me. Her hair lifted in the smooth gentle sea breeze, but her voice was quiet, quivering with intensity. "I understand your passion, nephew. I understand your heat. I feel it myself and to share a feeling like that ..." Her voice almost broke as she gently gripped and squeezed my cock.

I was, by this time, beside myself with trembling passion. The attention of my world had shrunk to her hand on my cock and her eyes that alternated between my eyes and my cock. That was the most incredible thing, that when she lifted her eyes to mine, every time I felt her grip tighten, the connection not only of her hand on my flesh, but of naked desire shining in her eyes locking my heart to hers, as her huge blue eyes locked upon mine, open and shining with passion, the unmistakable gaze of lust upon her face as I felt her squeeze, first my cock, then my balls, then just as I thought I would be allowed to gush, her hand gripped only my cockhead, hard, to hold back my rising tide of cum.

"Not just yet, my fine nephew, my fine boy." Her hand squeezed my cockhead again, harder and I moaned with blocked lust.

"Oh but yes, you are a man now, my man, my nephew ... and you will cum when Auntie decides, won't you, my boy?"

I nodded, my voice undependable as a means of communication.

"Say it out loud, my sweet nephew. Say 'I will only cum for Auntie Lap, I will only cum when Auntie says.'" She gripped my cockhead harder. "Say it."

I moaned again, trembling, and clear sticky liquid flowed copiously onto her hand. I had had no idea I was capable of flowing so much pre-cum, but I was finding out that under Auntie Lapine's hands most anything was possible. I nodded again and managed to croak out, my voice cracking, "Yes, Auntie, I will cum when ... oh God ... and only when ... Auntie says."

She smiled and stopped moving her hands.

I was in exquisite agony, body trembling, filled with electricity, you could have powered half of Savannah with the energy that raged through me.

Auntie's house was the last one on the beach before the National Seashore so there were no more lights on the beach. She led me, naked and rampant, by my cock onto the open deck. It was a brightly starlit night, bright enough to see where we were going, but dark enough to see the Milky Way. She pulled me by my cock to the rail. My cock was a strapped throbbing hard rod, dripping onto her hand. She let go and pushed me up against the rail facing the sea. My cock extended through, below the railing and I felt the rail press into my hips. She opened her silken gown and pressed her body up against my naked back and backside. I could feel her warm soft breasts against my back, her hips press hard against my bottom. I felt her hair brush against my shoulders in the wind as she whispered into my ear "Remember my sweet young nephew, let Auntie, always let Auntie."

"Yes, yes, yes ..." I breathed back to her as I gazed upon the ocean and the stars, pinned into place between the rail and my Aunt's warm skin, "Yes, you Auntie, only you, oh god only you... oh god Auntie, I'm in agony ..." was all I could manage to say. And I was, my young man's cock so hard that I wasn't sure after all this time that cum could come out, I had been holding back so hard and so long.

I felt her arms slide around me as she reached around, cradled my balls in one strong hand and squeezed while she gripped and pumped my cock with the other. Her lips touched my ear as she whispered into my ear. "Are you ready, my hard young nephew? Are you finally ready to cum for Auntie?"

She pressed up against me, harder, her thighs between mine, spreading my legs wide apart as her hands worked my cock and balls. Cum rose from my balls, feeling like volcanic liquid fire after so long being held back.

"Please, Auntie ..." I could only gasp "Please ... please ... please ..."

Her laugh, low and smooth, full of joy thrilled me to my core. "Then cum, my hot young nephew, cum for Auntie, give your Auntie all the cum in your beautiful heavy young balls, give it to me ... CUM NOW."

I felt her robe billow and wrap us together in magical embrace. Her hands pumped my cock, hard, harder, harder still. The cum boiled up from my balls, burning my insides after being held back so long. As her hands pumped and squeezed my balls so hard, a gushing stream of cum jetted from my cock into the night air. Her hand on my cock released and both her hands squeezed my balls. To my shock and amazement, the stream of cum from my cock did not cease or even ease, but increased, her hands forcing more cum from me in never-ending pumping streams. I cried out "Oh God Auntie, yes oh god yes, I love you I love you I love you ..." and her hands squeezed all the harder, whispering "Yes, my love, my young nephew I love you too don't stop, cum for me my sweet one, don't stop don't stop don't stop ..."

I don't know how long I came, it felt like I was pumping my life into the world, inspired by my Auntie's hands but finally I collapsed on the rail, breath coming in deep ragged sighs. Her hands did not stop caressing me, but shifted, holding me, her full soft breasts pressing into my back, her hands sliding all over me.

When I could open my eyes again, her body was still pressed against mine, her arms around me, her beautiful head rested on my shoulder. I felt her breathe deeply and heard her voice in the quiet magical night "I do love you so, my young nephew. And, I do hope and pray, this is only the beginning of many things. From this night onward... you... are... mine."

I had no idea of the full import of her words, what she meant then, but what I did know was that from that night on, from that moment on I was hers, my heart settled, calm, safe in the knowledge of being truly loved in my Auntie's arms.