Chapter 1 My First Time
I was 18 years old that summer. It was a long hot summer and I worked hard. I was staying with my uncle during the week because of a job I had taken in a town about 60 miles from my home. On the weekends I normally went home. One week I decided to stay over and check out the local ladies. It just so happened that my uncle, who was a truck driver, left on Friday night for a weeks long haul to California and back. That left me alone with my uncle's new girlfriend.
My uncle's girlfriend, Dorothy was her name but everyone called her Dot, was the forth in a long line of women for my uncle. I think he had been married five or six times and although he was not in any way a good-looking man he always seemed to attract very nice looking women.
As he got older the women he choose, it seemed to me, were more and more sluttish. His new wife, Dorothy, was no exception. She had buck teeth. Not bad an overbite, not buck teeth but enough so that it was sexually exciting to me, I've always had a thing for big noses and over-bites.
What Aunt Dorothy did have was one gorgeous body. She had been a waitress in a bar when my uncle met her. She was about forty years old. She was tall, slender and had big tits. Big round tits. They stuck out like two ripe cantaloupes, the nipples large and almost always seemed to be in a state of arousal. She was attractive in that vulgar, indecent sort of way that I enjoy.
She knew she had all the right parts and didn't mind showing them off to any man who would look. In all actuality she was a slut because as I would find out she liked to fuck and when my uncle was out of town she fucked often. On the night my uncle left Aunt Dorothy wanted to go bar hopping with her friend Pamela, so, not wanting to leave me alone, they took me with them. I could see right away that both were on the make.
Pamela was a little younger than Aunt Dorothy but she looked like she had been used a lot more. That's not to say that she wasn't attractive because she was, much more so than Aunt Dorothy. There was, however, no mistaking the fact that Pamela also was a pure slut in the lewdest, most immoral way. She cursed like a sailor and made no pretense of her need for "Lots of cock."
Physically she was just about the same size as Aunt Dorothy, a little thinner, but with nice breasts that only sagged a little. I was attracted to her the minute I saw her, in that tight little black dress.
I don't know what the material of that dress was but it clung to her like the thinnest silk. You could see every little crease and dimple. A perfectly smooth and flat belly, buns to die for. And if you looked closely, you would see a perfect impression of her hairy pussy. It was so hairy that it made a bulge in the material. Soft, round, fleecy, it looked delicious.
We made the rounds of several bars. They drank hard, especially since men were buying, and there were always extra drinks sitting on the table.
They danced with a lot of guys, they were having a really good time and I enjoyed watching them. Several times I saw Aunt Dorothy kissing and really rubbing herself all over a couple of the men. Pamela was just as enthusiastic, I saw her reach down and cup a man's crotch as he caressed her breasts.
I kept sneaking beers each time they danced and it wasn't long before I was . . . , well lets say I was very happy.
Every so often I danced with Aunt Dorothy or Pamela and each time I danced with them I got a hard on. I knew they could feel it. Pamela even aggravated the situation by rubbing her hip against my cock.
The last bar we went into was filled with a lot of black people. Immediately I noticed two young black women I knew and I cringed as I saw them watching me and whispering to one another. I wasn't comfortable at all after that and I generally sat at the table and drank what ever was sitting on he table. I was getting pretty drunk.
Once when I looked up I saw Pamela talking to the two women and they were all looking at me and whispering back and forth and giggling.
Things changed after that because Pamela took a more keen interest in me and each time she made me dance with her she used that body of hers to press and rub against my swollen cock.
Finally the bar, much to my relief, closed and we went home, both Aunt Dorothy and Pamela having struck out. I think they ascribed their bad luck on me.
"You know of course if we had left you home we could be having a lot more fun right now" Pamela said with a sneer.
I was really drunk, stumbling around and falling. I puked my guts out on the ground. Aunt Dorothy and Pamela got me inside and said I had to take a bath before I went to bed. I was so drunk Pamela had to help me undress.
She took off all my clothes except my shorts. When she got down to my shorts she knelt before me, she could see I had an immense hard-on. She watched my reaction as she slid my shorts down. For a few moments I stood there before her, my cock sticking straight out, only inches from her pouting mouth. She examined it closely, licked her lips and chuckled.
"Look at this Dot" she said, turning to Aunt Dorothy. "Billy boy has a woody."
"Jeeze!" Aunt Dorothy exclaimed as she looked on with amusement. "That really looks painful"
"You know?" Pamela said with a leer as she looked up at Aunt Dorothy, "Tonight doesn't have to be a total waste."
"Hmmm . . . " Aunt Dorothy mused, and then clamping her nose with her fingers "You might be right, but he needs a bath."
"Maybe he needs some help." Pamela chuckled.
"Well since he is my nephew maybe you should help him while I clean up in the other bath."
"My pleasure Aunt Dorothy" Pamela said with a smirk.
Aunt Dorothy winked at Pamela and left the bathroom.
I could feel Pamela's breath on my cock as she blew gently on the head, it sent chills down my spine.
Aunt Dorothy had filled the tub while Pamela and she had been discussing my condition. It was very soapy, I was glad. I lay in the tub and Pamela began to wash my face. We talked as she washed me and I told her how much fun I had. I also told her that really liked her.
"What do you like about me?" she asked as her hands moved to my chest.
"I...,I..., I like your body" I said, stuttering.
"Oh really" she said with a grin. You haven't seen much of it."
"No, but I can pretend."
"What would you pretend about me" she asked playfully?
"I would pretend that you were naked."
"And what would you do if you saw me naked?" she said as she continued to wash my chest.
"I'd want to do nasty things to you" I whispered, my voice sticking in my throat.
Pamela looked down at me and grinned. Suddenly the soap slipped from her hand.
"Oh" she said."Look what I did."
I remember her grin as she looked at me. Somehow I knew she had done it on purpose but back then I was still a little naive.
"What do you mean when you say nasty things?"
I opened my mouth but I still couldn't speak.
"Would you touch yourself?" She asked with a knowing smile. Her hand slid down my chest and into the water.
"Yes" I whispered. Her hand continued on down my stomach as she stared into my eyes. Her tongue came out and moistened her lips as her fingers curled around my cock.
"Here" she said, her voice low and throaty.
"Yes" I moaned as her fist began moving up and down.
"Like this?"
"Yes!"
She held my cock for a few more seconds and then released it, and retrieved the soap. I almost swooned when she slid the soap up over my cock. I shut my eyes and moaned.
She began to wash my chest again, all the time giving me this sexy smile. I just sat there admiring her. I noticed that her blouse had become wet over her breasts and the nipples showed through the thin material. She noticed too. She stood and removed her dress, she was only wearing a pair of panties and after she dropped the dress she stood there before me, smiling.
"Ohhh . . . , Miss Pamela" I said. "I think you have the most beautiful breasts in all the world"
"You do" she said with a laugh.
"Yes, they are so smooth and pointy."
