Jonny And Aunty Peggy Chapter 1

I have always liked Aunty Peggy. Even before I reached puberty, I liked her because she smelt nice and was warm and friendly and I loved the feeling of the security her cuddles provided, although she could be quite strict. When I reached 15 years, I looked at Aunty in a completely different way. I started to feel very different in that I became interested in her body,. I’d say that she is in her fiftys, she is around five feet 6 inches tall and has what I would call a fuller figure; hourglass is an expression I have heard used which describes her beautifully. She has a massive pair of breasts, which always seem to have the starched material of her white blouse stretched to breaking point. Her bottom is magnificent whilst her, whilst being by no means slim, curves in dramatically to further enhance the size of her bust and bottom. She visits our house fairly frequently, and over the past couple of years I have sat quietly opposite her over the tea table, catching glimpses of her bra with her creamy white flesh above it through the gap in her blouse. A few times just lately, she has glanced sideways and although I have averted my gaze down to my plate quickly, I am certain that she has seen me looking and my red face has probably confirmed this. Last week, Aunty Peggy phoned, “I wondered if you could pop round on Saturday afternoon” she said, making it sound as if no wasn’t an option. “There are a couple of things I need lifted around in the garden and I was hoping you could help?”
Saturday came i got changed and then set off for Aunty Peggy’s. When I got to the door and rang the bell, Aunty Peggy answered the door with a big smile on her face. She was dressed very smartly in a two piece suit, as though she had been to work. “Hello Jonny” she said, “Do come in “What is it you wanted lifting, Aunty” I asked.. She looked more serious, but still had a welcoming look on her face. “To tell you the truth Jonny, I don’t have anything I want lifted in the garden. “I’ve asked you over today because I wanted to have a little private chat with you “what about?” I asked nervously. “Well”, she continued, “Over the last couple of years, I feel that you have been looking at me,I have thought it is my imagination and dismissed the idea, but the last few times I have visited, I have distinctly seen you staring at my chest over the tea table. I wanted to ask you why you had been doing this?” My pulse was racing. I’m sorry, Auntie I didn’t know that you knew I had been looking at you.” She smiled a little and asked me why I stared at her. “I don’t know. “Is it because I am much bigger than young girls Jonny, is that why you look at me?” “Yes Aunty Peggy, that’s why” I said., she took my hand and said “Come with me, there is something that I want you to do for me.”
She led me through the hallway and up the long staircase, then along the landing to her bedroom. “What is it that you want me to do, Aunty?” I asked, timidly. “Just do exactly as I say.” She said with a smile. “Will you do EXACTLY as I say? I said that I would do as she asked.. “Sit on the edge of the bed” she said softly. I did as she said. She then went to one of the large chests of drawers and pulled out a black lace garment, a corset type of thing. From another drawer she pulled a pair of black stockings. “Right Jonny” she said, in a matter of fact voice. “Take off all your clothes please.” “Pardon?” I said. “You heard, take your clothes off, now!” I was excited, but more than a little apprehensive. “But Aunty” I protested, “Why?” She firmly said “Don’t argue, just do it. You said you would do as I say didn’t you?” No woman other than my mother had ever seen me without my clothes on. I slowly pulled off my tee shirt, stood up and took my trousers off and sat back down with my underpants on. “Take your pants off as well” said Aunty Peggy. I stood up again, turned to face away from Aunty and slipped my pants down before covering my groin area with my hands and then turning back to sit down again. “It’s no use hiding anything” she said. “Stand up please.” I stood up, still covering my genitals. Aunty Peggy picked up the corset and walked over to me. “Lift your arms up in the air” she said. She offered the corset up to my chest and then moved round behind me to fasten the clasps. After a couple of minutes pulling at the material to fasten it she moved back round to face me, looking at the corset. “Perfect” she said, smiling. She then had me sit on the bed again. She took the stockings and rolled them up over my legs. It felt exquisite as the cool, silky material covered my calves and thighs. My **** began to stiffen as I felt her hands on my legs as she fastened the suspenders one by one to the stocking tops. She then made me stand and turn around while she adjusted the seams so that they were straight. When she had finished, she stood back and looked at me again. What size shoe do you take Jonny?” she asked. “A size 7” I replied. She went to one of the wardrobes and rummaged around for a minute, then came back to me with a pair of red patent leather high heeled shoes.! Aunty Peggy stood back and looked at me with a big smile on her face. “Perfect” she said again. “How do you feel, Jonny?” she asked. I feel okay Aunty Sarah” I said. “A little surprised but okay.” She took my hand. “Come look at yourself in the mirror.” She helped me to hobble in the high heels over to the full length mirror on the wall. I was astounded at what I saw.
I looked like a girl, for all intents and purposes. Beautiful corset, sexy, seamed, silk black stockings and sexy high heels. I gasped out loud. What felt so naughty was that my **** was now fully erect and sticking up at an angle of 60 degrees, the end swollen and red “What do you think?” asked Aunty Peggy “I’m so sorry Aunty Peggy, I didn’t realise that my thing had gone hard”. She smiled warmly. “Don’t worry Jonny” she said. “It’s natural. You look divine in my underwear. Would you like me to take my things off so you can see?” She then walked to the bed. She undid the single button that fastened her smart suit jacket and slipped it back off of her shoulders. She was wearing a white blouse underneath, her breasts pushing at the cotton material, testing the strength of the buttons. She undid the buttons on the blouse, turning away from me as she did so. When she had undone all the buttons, she didn’t remove the blouse. Still facing away from me, she reached behind her and undid the fastener and the zip at the back of her skirt. The skirt fell to the floor and at the same time she turned round and pulled her blouse off. I nearly fell over with excitement. There in front of me was Aunty Peggy, as I had never seen her before. She was dressed in a similar fashion to that she had dressed me in: black corset, black stockings, high heels but she was also wearing a tiny, tiny pair of black panties. The corset pinched her waist and her breasts overflowed the top of it. They were thrust upwards and forwards and the slightest movement by her caused them to wobble like a blancmange. Below the corset, her hips flowed outwards in a beautiful curve either side. She twirled like a ballerina to show me her bottom, which looked very full indeed. By now I had stopped feeling quite so nervous. Her full, curvaceous body astonished me. It was something that I dreamed of time and again over the previous two years, but never in my wildest dreams did I consider that I would see Aunty Peggy like this. My **** was so stiff that it ached. It was jumping up and down each time my heart beat.
Aunty slowly lifted her breasts out of the top of her corset. They were huge, like two melons. Each was crowned with a hard nipple surrounded by a large brown circle. I was transfixed by the size of her chest. She walked over to me, lifted my arms and put them round her waist. She put her arms around my neck and pressed those huge breasts into my chest and my hard **** dug into the lacy front of her corset. She gently kissed me full on the lips, her tongue probing lightly between my lips, searching out my tongue. I responded by kissing her back. She stood back from me, smiling. “I want you to tell me what you think of me, Jonny” she said. “First of all, what do you think of my underwear?” I told her that I loved it, both on her and on me! She laughed. “Do you like my ****?” she asked, holding them and squeezing them so that they appeared even bigger, if that were possible. I had never heard Aunty use language like this before. “Yes Aunty” I replied. “And what about my bottom?” she asked as she turned around, leaning forward and sticking it out. “It’s beautiful” I said, “It looks so big and firm.” She giggled and beckoned me over to the bed.
“Now then jonny” she said. “Now we are going to teach you some things, is that ok?” I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. “Yes, Aunty” I said, my voice trembling. “I want you to touch my ****” she said. “Stroke them gently, feel how soft they are” I reached up, my hand shaking and felt her warm flesh, stroking them as she had instructed. She went on to show me how to caress her nipples and make them hard and how sensitive the dark area around them was. Then she had me lick and suck them as I kneaded them gently. After about 15 minutes or so, she said she was pleased with what I had learned and that we should move on. She then made me sit on the edge of the bed as she stood in front of me. She pulled the tiny string panties down. I didn’t believe what I could see... Aunty ***** was completely smooth! I could see a line where her opening was. “Aunty” I asked: Why isn’t it hairy?” She giggled. “I like it smooth” she said. I shave it every other day to keep it soft and bare. Look at it closely Jonny. Feel how smooth my skin is around my ***** and then touch my slit As I did as she asked, she parted her legs slightly. As I touched the slit my fingers immediately felt her dampness and a perfumed smell hit my nostrils. A smell I had never experienced before. It filled my head and made me more excited. She then lay on the bed and parted her legs as wide as she could. The folds of skin around her ***** parted to reveal the glistening pink inside. “Touch it” she hissed gently. “Push your finger inside” I did as she said. As my finger slipped inside, she gasped. I could smell her again. She instructed me to run my fingers around her lips, using her wetness to make them slide easily over her skin. She held my hand and showed me how to first find and then massage the button at the top of her *****, which she called her ****. She showed me how to flick it between my finger and thumb and she shook each time I did so. I thought I was hurting her, but she reassured me that it was pleasure making her shake.
After showing me what to do with my hands, she went on to teaching me how to use my tongue to stimulate her. The taste of her ***** was out of this world and I loved licking her wetness. She was very excited and her body was tensing and relaxing every few seconds as I licked and sucked at her clitoris. After what seemed like ages she asked me to stop for a minute. “I’m now going to kneel on the bed and put my bottom in the air” she announced. She duly rolled over and pulled herself to her knees, leaving her chest on the bed, bringing her huge round bottom right up in the air. “Look at me Jonny” she said. “Can you see my *****”. I told her yes, I could and without hesitation I leaned forward and licked her wet ***** again. It was much easier to lick it like this and she pushed her bottom out further, groaning as I licked her. “Can you see my bumhole Jonny?” she enquired. I was mesmerised by it “Yes” I answered. “It’s very sensitive” she said. “Touch it with your fingers.” I did as she said, feeling the tight muscle at the entrance to her anus. I didn’t give her the opportunity to tell me to lick it. It seemed the natural thing to do. I leant forward and as I ran my finger round her hole, I started to gently lick it also. She shuddered and groaned with pleasure. “Ooooohhhh!!” she said. “Jonny, you are such a naughty boy! Aunty likes having her bottom licked!” I continued to lick her anus and she instructed me to reinsert my finger into her ***** at the same time. I remembered how she shook and groaned when I had touched her clitoris, so fingered her wet *****, rubbed my thumb back and forth over her clitoris and licked her anus at the same time. She gasped and gyrated her big backside, making panting noises as she did so. Suddenly she let out a loud, long moan and pressed her bottom onto my face. I didn’t falter. I pushed back, digging my tongue right into her anus, forcing the muscle open. She used words I had never heard any lady use. “Oh yes Jonny, that’s it… lick my arse… **** my **** with your fingers.. “ Then she arched her back pushing against my face even harder. “Ohh!! Ohh!! Ooh!! She exclaimed, each time my thumb rubbed her clitoris as I simultaneously dug my tongue into her bottom. The spasms and thrusting subsided and she flopped onto the bed. “My my Jonny!” she exclaimed. “You ARE a quick learner” Her face was very red and her huge **** were flushed and they heaved up and down as she regained her breath.

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2 Responses Jan 9, 2013

mmmmmm lovely story, i wish i had an aunty like yours.....

Great story very exciting nothing better than good sex when both wearing women's lingerie.