The Stern Aunt Ep 04 Tim

Since English is not my native language, I ask for a little understanding if not every expression or punctuation mark is correct.

Again, a big thank you to kenjisato for his fine and very helpful editing.

This is the 4th part of a series. Preferable to read part 1, 2 + 3 first for better understanding.

Comments are welcome.

Persons:

Mona: 39 years old, teacher, 1.74 m, 64 kg, black hair, brown eyes

David: 18 years old, 1.74 m, 70 kg, dark blond hair, green eyes

Sandra: 35 years old, housewife, 1.66 m, 56 kg, blonde hair, blue eyes

Tim: 19 years old, buddy of David, 1.84 m, 82 kg, black hair, colored, African roots

"Tim, so, Tim..." It is the next day, and David is already on the phone again.

Mona doesn't even listen, she is a bit indignant. "David, you promised not to make any advances."

"Aunt Mona, I'm not making any advances. It's much worse... Tim, well, Tim, who took the photos, who... so the..." David starts to stutter and Mona only now notices how unhappy David's voice sounds.

Worried, she asks, "Yes, what is it? What about this Tim?"

"Well, oh, I don't know how to tell you. Tim, you know who took these photos... So, he didn't delete his pictures as he promised. And he says now that he doesn't see why I'm having all the fun alone. He now wants to get his fun. Otherwise, he won't delete the photos."

Mona thinks she can't believe her ears. "Hold on, David, hold on... Does that mean, I should...? He wants to make me...?"

"I'm afraid so, Aunt Mona. He expressed himself more than clearly..."

"Oh, my God, that can't be true! That's terrible! What situation have you put me in, David?"

"I've tried everything to talk him out of it, but he insists. I don't know what to do anymore..."

Mona is beside herself. She had been of the opinion that the whole thing with the photos had been resolved in favor, and now this... She is absolutely perplexed and at this Tim. And even more at David, who ultimately brought this to her... "I need some time to think and to make a decision."

She is tied up very briefly and barks at him, "Call me again tonight!" She slams the receiver on the fork.

Damned, damned, damned... What should she do? She can't let herself be fucked again because of these stupid pictures. And also of this Tim, whom she doesn't know at all, of whom she only knows that he is David's dark-skinned friend. It was probably something different with David, she has known him forever, and she likes him... But she's not a hooker.

On the other hand, what can she do? She picks up the phone again. Maybe her friend, Sandra, has some advice. Less than an hour later, the two friends are sitting together...

"Well, Mona, you have to go through this," says her friend Sandra, after listening to the whole story and thinking about it for some time. "You'll probably have to spread your legs again. But it's not as bad as you make it out to be. You were abstinent for far too long, anyway. An additional little fuck will only do you good. It will loosen up your pussy, but also your head. But, of course, we have to have a plan so that this Tim can't continue to blackmail you."

She thinks about it. "I've got it, he has to bring the camera and delete the pictures in front of our eyes."

"Why in front of our eyes...?" Mona looks at Sandra questioningly.

"Well, you know, I know this Tim quite well, he's pretty cunning. But when I'm present, he won't allow himself any tricks. And besides, David should be there. It will probably cure him a little of his pubescent infatuation with you, when he sees that you are being fucked by someone else. And to be honest, I want to get something out of it, too. The day before yesterday, when I had put David over my knee, I had a huge desire to have some fun too. And I swear to you, on this occasion, I will. That will also help David get over his infatuation with you."

Mona is totally flabbergasted. Sandra had already laid it all out in detail.

"But, Sandra, that's not possible. You can't do that. You're married."

"So what? After all, because Frank is often on the road for work, he very often leaves me alone. I just need it more often. And Frank knows that, too; he knows me and he doesn't mind if I get it every now and then. He only asks me to be discreet and not to suffer from my adventures."

Mona hesitates. She had known that Sandra had been pretty easy-going, but so easy-going... Would this be the right way? But, alas, she doesn't have a better idea and finally agrees.

As decided, she calls David, names the conditions and then makes an appointment with him for this two-on-two meeting for the next afternoon.

The next afternoon... David and Tim enter Mona's apartment.

David is very embarrassed, but Tim is quite brash. Mona is amazed. She hadn't known that Tim is African.

He is a bit taller than David, very dark-skinned; born and raised here, but his parents are from Nigeria. He grins at Mona, with full lips and white teeth.

But then, he also sees Sandra. He swallows, he knows that he won't have such an easy time after all. "What are you doing here? I only expected Mona."

Sandra laughs. "Yes, you would have liked that, my friend, wouldn't you? You would have fooled poor Mona somehow, I know you only too well. But nothing will come of it." She immediately approaches him, demandingly. "So come on, Tim, get out with the camera and delete the pictures first."

But Tim doesn't let himself be taken by surprise. "No, no, not so fast. So that I know that you are keeping your part of the deal, I want you to take off your clothes in advance. Only when I see you both naked and you are willing to be fucked, will the photos be deleted."

Mona and Sandra look at each other. They accept, albeit reluctantly, that they must comply with this condition.

"Do we have to take off our clothes completely?" asks Mona, a little shyly, while Sandra is already about to expose herself.

"All right," Tim grins generously, "you can leave garters, stockings and shoes on." Shortly afterwards, the two women are actually standing there in exactly the same way -- only in garters, stockings and high heels. Down south in the most important place, they are now wearing-- nothing. The bare pussies are clearly highlighted. The slightly smaller, more petite blonde Sandra, all in white, confidently shows off her attractive body. She stretches out her handsome, apple-shaped breasts. Her firm, medium-sized tits are matched by the flat, trained stomach. She runs one hand over her clean-shaven snatch, as if to point it out. She turns around once and proudly presents her firm ass and walks around a few steps. Aimless. Only to turn on Tim and David with her long legs, her ass and her tits. You can tell that she enjoys the situation.

Mona wears black, and unlike Sandra, she is a little ashamed, after all, Tim and Sandra have never seen her naked. But now she stands there, without panties, with a bare cunt and exposing her heart shaped rear in all its perfection. Although she is already thirty-nine years old, she now feels like an inexperienced teenager-- that's how nervous she is.

But she doesn't have to hide from Sandra with her dark, long hair and her voluptuous figure. Her long legs underline her good figure, a body that she keeps in good shape by working out regularly. All the work out has made her ass especially delectable, perfectly curved and round, not too small.

The buxom butt tapers further up to a well-proportioned waist, which is finally completed by a well-built upper body with magnificent breasts the most amazingly shaped C-cup boobs with hardly any sag. Everything about her is a little bigger, fuller.

She, too, is shaved between her legs, but has grown a trimmed bush, a love garden of gently curled, almost black pubic hair on the mons venus. A small, dark triangle above her thighs, a clearly contoured pubic tuft that she fortunately has not completely shaved off -- against what seems to be fashionable everywhere at the moment. She is a woman and not a little girl. The full lips underneath are an implied promise.

Tim finds this very erotic. He also finds her large-yet-firm-looking breasts fascinating. Their coin-sized areolae have a strong color and already erect nipples. All in all, he is completely taken with this, in the best sense of the word, mature woman.

And this great woman had been drilled into by the little, in his eyes still quite naïve, David? She, who, as he had heard, is not a virgin, but by no means a slut like Sandra.

His eyes fix on her without shame, without even the slightest sense of guilt. He simply looks at her like a work of art, curious and full of unspoken excitement. A great woman, with a great figure, with a fine promising pussy. And he decides to do his best to make that pussy cheer today.

He goes to her. "Well, then I want to test your willingness a little." He grabs her full tits and starts playing with them. The size of her breasts is made for his hands. His black fingers have reached one of her nipples and twirls it.

Mona groans, but not from pain, as she frighteningly realizes-- no, from excitement! She clearly feels how the pulling from her nipple shoots directly into her abdomen without a detour. No, that can't be true, Mona curses her body, which reacts to this situation quite differently than it should have.

The hand now moves to Mona's other nipple, which is just as stiff and plump, and this is also twirled, which makes Mona groan again. For which she blames herself, but she can't do anything about it! Mona feels her crotch start to tingle. Her cunny develops a life of its own, she looks, embarrassed, at the ground.

"What a cute couple," Tim whispers, appreciatively. Then he starts kneading her magnificent ass cheeks. She squirms a little, but she lets him do what he wants because that's obviously not that unpleasant for her, either.

But when he starts caressing her love garden, Sandra intervenes. "Enough now, Tim, enough testing. Now the photos must be deleted, then you can both undress and then we'll see..."

Tim is reasonable. Under the argus eyes of Sandra, he erases the intriguing images of Mona and David.

'Phew,' Mona thinks, 'finally!'" She will have to let Tim fuck her in a moment, but then this messed-up story will be over for good. But what does 'have to let' mean - she glances at the two young men, who have hastily undressed in the meantime. And she does like what she sees.

"You'll be quite satisfied," Sandra whispers to her quickly, "Tim is a great stud."

Tim, who is a little taller and more athletically built than David, stands there casually and seemingly relaxed; he doesn't cut a bad figure in her eyes.

With Mona, the 'must' becomes a 'well, why not?' A little cuddling with Tim, who seems to know his way around, now seems quite tempting to her. And he is, after all, really very neatly built, especially downstairs, bigger and above all thicker than David. Yes, taller and fatter than all the men, though not so many, who have mounted her so far. She resolves to be relaxed and to enjoy it, even if she feels a little queasy about being fucked by the big pipe of this colored man in front of witnesses, so to speak.

Sandra knows what she wants anyway; only David is a bit lost, he doesn't really know what role he is supposed to play in this game.

But Sandra, who is clearly in charge here, does not leave any doubts for long. "David, don't look so sparing. After all, you are the trigger for the whole story. In the end, it's your fault that your beloved Aunt Mona is about to be fucked by Tim, whether she wants to, or not."

David turns turkey red.

Sandra is sure that Mona is no longer so averse to a little sexy workout, but she wants to heat David up a bit. "Well, are you proud of it? That you are forcing her to get fucked? Or do you also agree with me that this deserves a proper punishment? So come here!"

Sandra has taken a seat at one end of the long sofa, and asked Mona and Tim to make themselves 'comfortable' at the other end. She pulls David over her lap. "So, now you're going to get your ass spanked as punishment. But then we'll give them a little show to get them in the mood. Well, what do you think?"

David just nods, he doesn't really know what to say. But Sandra didn't expect an answer, either. His naked buttocks lie beautifully presented on Sandra's lap and he is helplessly at her mercy.

Her hand now begins a tight dialogue with his ass. She knows from experience that this turns David on. But she doesn't hit with full force, but in such a way that his ass cheeks turn a crisp red, but that he can still enjoy this pain pleasure and he gets a boner. When she notices this to her delight, she tests its stability with her hand. She is satisfied and orders, "Change of position!"

David has to sit down on the couch, his dick rises steeply into the air. Sandra now lies over David's knee so that she pinches his cock with her thighs so that her slit rubs against it.

"Give my ass a good treat now, I like to be spanked, too, it turns me on."

It is clear to see that she doesn't really need to be turned on anymore. After each blow, she stretches out her bare ass to David anew. It burns and hurts - and yet, waves of delight shoot through her abdomen. Yes, this is the mixture that she loves so much, that has fascinated her so much - pain and pleasure, inseparable like Siamese twins. No wonder, Sandra*s lust center is not only damp, it's soaking wet and glides nicely along David's pint with its fissure.

Mona leans forward, she watches breathlessly as Sandra's butt is literally feverishly awaiting the blows. How her furrow nestles against the limb again and again. And how this furrow glistens with all her juice.

Mona hardly notices Tim, who is sitting next to her, fascinated by this action. Of course, Tim also watches spellbound, but he does not remain idle. From the beginning of the play, he had admired Mona's breasts.

He certainly has a wonderful view of her naked 36-inch C-cup breasts in any case, a joyful grin comes over his face. Her tits sag just a little, but they are full, with large, red areolae, and very pointy nipples.

She instinctively pushes out her chest, displaying her tits to him, revealing the firm, ripe mounds. She feels his hands sliding over her breasts, gently cupping them, then squeezing them tightly. Mona tries not to gasp, as his fingers lightly begin to trace her skin; first, around each breast in circular movements, then inwards until his finger circles a nipple.

Suddenly, he pinches the taut peak, inducing a jolt of pain. He repeats the action on the other nipple. Even in this situation, the pain brings a twinge of pleasure with it, an excitement that lingers in her body. Her nipples grow hard after that, he twirls them between thumb and finger, a bit hard, but very arousing. This elicited a pleasant moan from her, although she is not really focused.

Tim understands this as approval, he becomes more brazen. His right arm embraces Mona from behind and he lovingly plays with her erect nipple. Then Tim's hand wanders deeper. Between her legs, where her warm nest is.

He lays her on the back, giving him a great view of her 'prime real estate'. Mona's legs are spread a little, her opened hips give him a clear view of both of her holes and all of the most intimate parts of her.

She knows full well that the glistening lips of her moist cunt are now on view to him. Her legs go weak and she thinks her pussy lips are tremoring. She can feel herself getting swollen, hot and wet. The labia are engorged and puffy, the inner lips blossom delicately and the clitoris exposed, wanting to be touched.

He gently strokes through her soft moss. He likes it exceptionally well. He feels her highly erotic crack. His other hand also slides down her belly, he begins to scratch her appetizing pleasure garden, which she obviously likes. Therefore, his hand now moves further down between her thighs, looking for her crack to explore and take possession of it. The neatly trimmed hair made it easy to see just how excited she is - her naked love lips were swollen and moist with cunt juice, and the opening to her nest was invitingly ajar.

When his right hand slides along the pubic hair strip to the moist hairless labia, a pleasurable moan escapes her. A sweet pull goes into her abdomen.

Bare velvety skin and a dripping cleft greet him. Wonderfully fleshy labia, full and firm, fresh and shiny with wetness. When he arrives at her treasure, he is surprised at the flood she already has made. He strokes between her now wide-open legs, leaving out the clit, and gently strokes the outside of the love lips until his fingers meet again at the perineum. Immediately he goes backwards again, with his fingers closed right through her slit. He tenderly massages the entrance to the center of her lust.

Automatically, Mona opens her thighs even wider, to allow the researching hand to penetrate the spicy spot.

"Nice and warm between your legs," he says with a grin. His hand arches over her swollen cunt. Then grabs it firmly, kneads it thoroughly, eliciting a groan from her. Several times, Tim's fingers run through her quivering pleasure center, giving her further waves of intoxicating bliss. His fingers dance, circling on her clitoris. Her gate, which used to be so carefully guarded, opens as if by itself, the labia majora divide and release the moist, shiny flesh between them. What a wonderful cunt! Already his cheeky fingers slip between the open lips again, and excite the helpless woman more and more. He pushes the delicate slit further apart and squeezes his fingers between her moist pleasure lips.

'Oh, my God!' she thinks, and writhes helplessly back and forth with her abdomen on his lap. Her body now moves without control. She abandons herself completely to the feeling in her woman's flesh.

Tim uses his hand to keep her box at operating temperature. Sometimes his fingers play on the clit, sometimes two or three fingers are as deep in her pussy as it gets. Mona mumbles a restrained protest. "No, Tim, no... Oh, not... Oh... oohh..." However, the deeper Tim's fingers play in her cleft, the less convincing her rejection becomes. "Ohh, Ti-i-imm, whaat are youuu doooing to meee, ooohr, jeaah," Mona moans.

Because this highly erotic situation has, of course, not left her unscathed; pleasant shivers fill her sinful body, a humid tropical climate has long since found its way into her lap. Her eyes wide open, she is more and more willing to allow a complete stranger to stroke her ass and grope her fig.

How exciting and erotic is this contrast, his black fingers, which he pushes into her white pussy. 'Oh, my God! she thinks, and writhes helplessly back and forth with her abdomen on his lap. She feels so restless, but, yes, girls do have needs.

There she is, almost naked before a man she hardly knows. She feels naughty. She feels slutty. She feels feminine. She feels more purely female than she had felt for a long time. And she loves the way he looks at her. Her world is reduced to her skin and, of course, what was going on between her legs.

She abandons herself completely to the feeling in her woman's flesh. Her body now moves without control.

Tim uses his hand to keep her box at operating temperature. Sometimes his fingers play on the clit, sometimes two or three fingers are as deep in her pussy as it gets. He repeats the action with two and then three fingers and each time Mona's pussy gapes a little wider.

'My God, Mona, you're letting yourself be groped again, and by a Black!' she struggles with herself in her thoughts. Her brain is telling her she is mercyless being prepared to get fucked in an instant.

She would like to give in to his urging, but shame about her own apparent depravity holds her back. Nevertheless, the thought of being fingered by an African she hardly knows, also heats her up somehow.