“I knew you would, and so you shall, he'll let you, he likes it too.”
“Come here, Billie,” I said, and he came. Roger motioned him to put his front feet up on his stall which he did at once. I got hold of his long cock which was rigid and kicking, then took hold of his balls so large and firm, gosh yes! Then I stuck my finger into his soft protruding bottom, which made him lift his tail so proudly. Roger brought a pail of warm water so I could have the pleasure of washing that big cock. Billie knew he would not be hurt so he held still. My, how it did grow stiff and hard and throb as the warm water and my soft hand touched every part of its length. It was just eighteen inches. I now got a handful of vaseline and began to rub my hand up and down the cock and so jerk him off, a wish I had harbored for many a day. Billie whinnied and his cock fair danced with its hardness and kicking. Back and forth I slid my hand over it and especially the head I had hold of his balls in the other. I now got into position under him, on my back leaning against his stall, so my cunt was on a level with his cock. I soon felt the stream coming from his balls which pursed up, I could feel it enter the root of his cock, so I put the head of his cock to my cunt and jerked him faster and rubbed the head against my cunt.
God! what a shower of gism my belly, thighs, cunt and bottom received.
I held it still to my cunt, and got a shot or two of the hot cream right up my belly.
I got from under him and Roger rushed at me turned me round, placed me on my hands and knees, and, gripping my hard titties, he just rammed his cock into my slippery cunt at one savage push, knocking against my womb in its violence. What a pocking I got! and short it was too, for the sight he had just witnessed had made him ready for a rapid spend. I shall never forget either that stallion fuck nor Roger's that day.
I cannot describe the exquisite feeling of that stallion's cock as I lay under him with that nice hard long cock encased in between my closed thighs, rubbing against my bottom cheeks, cunt and thighs. Of course it was too big to go into my cunt, but it felt nice the way it was. We did not tell anyone at the house about this, it was not necessary. We were to keep it a secret between us. It wasn't what I was doing in those days that got me in wrong, for everything was done within a select and circumscribed circle, carefully thought out.
No, it was the foolish thing of taking one man at his word when I ought to have known his disposition better. I don't regret my relations with him, they were in line with my quest for experience and curiosity about men's cocks, but, believing he was in earnest and that he would marry me, I was less careful than usual, but now I am not a bit sorry since it gave me this lovely, beautiful and affectionate little girlie here, who is like her mama in her love for the male tokens.
Well, I went up to the pool to wash after such an ordeal, and returned to the house. I spent the rest of that day with Alice, and begged to be excused from any more that night when she proposed I come to their room, but I said I would tomorrow afternoon.
When I got up to my room, Bobbie was in bed awake and waiting for me. While fully dressed I leaned over him, kissed him, toyed with his pet and playfully gave it a suck, then I dropped beside him. He said, “Oh, Auntie, if you are tired I will undress you.”
I know it's a keen delight to a man or boy to undress a woman or girl, to gradually uncover the beauties and charms of one's body one by one. I lay passive to him as he removed my skirt, waist, and I then stood up so as to make it easier for him to slide off the garments. Corsets were removed, shift, and now I stood naked except for shoes and stockings. I asked why he did not remove these, to which he answered he liked to see me standing in them all naked above. His cock gave many a toss and kick during the ceremony, and I had to give him squeezes in various well beloved parts of his lovely body. He asked me if I were too tired. I appreciated this keen consideration of the boy for my comfort, I assured him I was not, but on the contrary I had been sparing of my energies all day so I could give myself completely to my own dear little man. I then suggested an idea I had in mind all day — I wanted to give that lovely smooth round bottom a spanking to see it rebound as it got whipped. He responded gaily, saying it would give him a new thrill to feel Auntie whip him, and that he'd like to do the same for mine if I'd let him. I assured him I would.
I stood him straight up between my thighs — a favorite position of mine for this practice. I hit first one big cheek, then the other. Oh, how I grew hot as I saw those two lovely cheeks tremble and quiver like jelly at each touch I gave them with the cane I brought on purpose. I told him to bend down gradually over my lap as I hit him. He did so, I reached with one hand for his stiff prick and dangling balls and seized them and kept them so that the cane could not reach them. I whipped that glorious bum right gladly, smack, smack I gave him under them to the root of his now throbbing cock making' his legs fly this way and that and his bottom toss up and down. Not a murmur escaped him, as he bore it all so bravely. I now gave him the cane to do the same for my itching bottom and cunt, telling him to hit both bottom and cunt as hard as he could as it made me feel good. I leaned over a table for the purpose. He rained blows hard and strong on my out-jetting bottom. Many a time did he hit in between the cheeks on the smooth grove. Then he gripped one cheek in his hand and held it apart while he hit my bulging cunnie which was thus well brought to the fore between the cheeks. Hot? God! I'll say I was. I was made ready for anything, anything at all now. I sang out to him like a woman bereft of all sense and shame, “Ro-bie, whip it, whip it, whip it, there, good, hard, hard-er, O-OOH, A-AH!!”
He threw down the cane and smacked me with his soft, smooth hand, paying special attention to my quivering grotto. How he did smack it, pinch its lips, ran his finger into either bottom or cunt at one dig, making me delirious with passion. He thoroughly warmed up all the fires of lust, till I was a consuming volcano. Standing behind me, he rammed his cock up my aching, burning cunt. Oh, how welcome it was, that dainty, ivory morsel of boy cock, with his tender balls slapping and swinging up against my cunt. I reached down and grabbed them, gently scratching them with my finger nails, all of which he enjoyed.
But it was too good to last long, for I could feel his gism start through his balls on its agitated journey through his cock to deluge my cunt in torrents.
After a little rest in each other's arms, he asked if I'd let him put his cock up my bottom, saying those two twin cheeks so fascinated him he'd like to have them love his cock. I yielded. I stood up and again bent over the table with my bottom facing a large mirror. He stood behind me, his pretty wet cock stroking both cheeks, the cleft and then its little hole. In it went, slowly and without the least hurt to either of us because it was slippery with our gism. Up to the root he finally got it, his balls swinging madly against my cunt, his firm belly pressed against my firmer bottom of which he was now thoroughly possessed of. My cheeks gripped that cock for fully four inches, so I could feel it glide between them into the hole. He soon lodged a good stream of delicious cream up my bottom. I reached down again and took hold of his spending balls and dragged them to my cunt. His hand flew to my cunt and sticking two fingers into it, jerked me off rapidly, while his other hand squeezed one tittie after the other. I peed in little jets and spend at the same time. It is wonderful how nature can produce it so quickly under unusual circumstances. He now withdrew it from me, my bottom clutching it as it left it with a positive “popping" noise, it was so tight and wet.
That was the first time I ever had a cock at my bottom, and I must say it gave a new found joy all its own. Since then I've had several nice boy-cocks up the same place, but never a man's, it being far too long and thick for so tiny a hole. We hurried to the bathroom, washed each other off, with many sly touches of cunt and cock, and many a sharp slap of soapy, slippery bottoms, that got more than one soapy finger suddenly run up into it. To bed we went both more than content with the joy and pleasure we had received and given each other.