Used and Abused Ch. 02
Authors Note -
It appears I made several errors in the last chapter that an anonymous user
kindly
pointed out. Apparently I made a few spelling mistakes and I used a few words incorrectly.
I have had the odd comment of this nature before, nearly always from an anonymous user, or perhaps that should be anonymous abuser, which I find very frustrating. It gives me no chance to reply to the comment directly which is the reason for this note.
I would just like to point out that I put a lot of effort into my writing. I am only a novice and however hard I try I still make mistakes. It has occurred to me that there are a few critical readers that read for that very reason, to criticise.
If the same anonymous user that criticised the first chapter reads this chapter, then I think my suspicions will be proven correct and if that is the case then you must be getting some sort of enjoyment from pointing out my mistakes.
A little warped in my mind but each to their own.
Rant over, just needed to get that off my chest. Thank you to all that leave a positive comment, I find them very encouraging. I hope you enjoy this chapter...mistakes and all.
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For the next couple of days after his encounter with his aunt Kelly Arthur relived the events of the evening several times. He had very mixed feelings of all that had happened.
He had enjoyed it immensely but the fact that it was with his auntie troubled him. He knew it was very wrong and couldn't help thinking about his Mother. What would she have thought?
On the flip side he felt as though he had lost his virginity, although he knew that wasn't quite true. One thing was for sure, he wasn't as innocent as he was just a few days ago.
Naturally Arthur now wanted more. Not only had he tasted the forbidden fruit he had tasted it's sweetness along with a lingering sour aftertaste. In the grand scheme of things it would have been better if it hadn't been his aunt but such thoughts didn't curb his arousal whenever he pictured her in his mind.
He felt a certain amount of pride that he had actually pleasured a woman. There was no doubt that Kelly had reached climax, which, when he thought about it, was surprising considering he had little idea of what he was doing.
This thought encouraged Arthur to do some research online. It wasn't difficult to find and he had soon realised that sexual arousal varied greatly and every woman had their own thing.
After reading many many articles on the subject he realised he had done a pretty good job. He concluded that the best thing was to experiment and let the woman's response dictate what worked and what didn't. It was obvious when he thought about it.
Hearing his aunt leaving the bathroom Arthur looked at his watch, it was five to seven. It was a rule that had never been mentioned but Arthur knew that his aunt was to have access to the bathroom every evening at six-thirty without exception.
It had become routine now that Arthur would wait for her to finish and then go for his daily shower. Sometimes it was earlier and sometimes later, depending on whether his aunt had a shower or bath.
After showering Arthur dried himself and dressed in clean pyjamas. Picking up his dirty clothes he lifted the lid of the wicker laundry basket and was about to drop his clothes in but suddenly froze.
With his clothes in one hand and the basket lid in the other his eyes focused on a pair of black cotton panties. He stood motionless for several seconds just staring. The temptation became overwhelming, Arthur dropped the clothes and lid to the floor.
Lifting the panties out Arthur held them in both hands. Spreading them out he saw white marks and some not so white marks on the inside of the material. Suddenly he threw them back in and picked up the lid and his clothes.
Again he froze and just stared into the basket. He must of seen his aunties underwear in the laundry basket a hundred times before but had never thought anything of it, but this time it was as though they were demanding his attention.
Once again he dropped his clothes and basket lid to the floor and picked up the black panties. Spreading them out in his hands he studied them carefully again and knew he had to have a sniff.
His hands were literally shaking as he lifted them to his face. The material felt slightly damp when it touched his nose. The unmistakable scent of his auntie filled his nostrils and sent him into a frenzy...
Suddenly Arthur snapped out of his trance. He must have sniffed every millimetre of his aunts soiled panties and had even tasted the damp stains before a guilty shameful feeling made him throw them back in the basket. He picked up his clothes and threw them in, replaced the lid and rushed back to his room...
It was about eight thirty the following evening when Arthur was summoned by a shout from his aunt in her usual brusque manner, "ARTHUR, GET YOURSELF DOWN HERE...NOW," she barked.
He would have been excited by the prospect if his aunt had been alone but Arthur knew she had company. He'd heard someone use the bathroom only a minute earlier and knew it wasn't his aunt just by their footfalls. Never the less he obeyed her command.
"In The Dining Room," Kelly said when she heard her nephew on the stairs.
As usual for that time of day Arthur was dressed in his pyjamas. Walking in to the dinning room he immediately recognised his aunties guest, it was the woman that he had encountered on the landing some weeks ago.
The two women were sitting at the far end of the table. Kelly sat at the head while her friend sat down the side to her right. Arthur didn't notice at the time but the table sat six and four of the chairs had been pulled back against the wall out of the way.
His aunt Kelly was wearing her white bathrobe while her friend was waering a white blouse, the rest of her being hidden by the table. Arthur noticed the bulge of her chest was a fair bit larger than his aunties. Her blond hair was down past her shoulders and just like his aunt, Arthur thought she could be attractive if not for what seemed like a permanent scowl on her face.
"About Time, What Kept You?" Kelly scolded.
Arthur didn't reply, the only way he could have got down stairs faster is if he had fallen down.
"My Guest Needs Cleaning!" Kelly exclaimed, glaring at her nephew.
Arthur looked at his aunt totally dumbfounded.
Kelly seemed angrier then ever, "Well Go On Then, Get, Under, The, Table, And, Clean, Her."
Arthur quickly dropped down to the floor and on all fours crawled under the table.
"I'm sorry Davina, the boy can be so slow sometimes," Kelly said to her friend.
"Yes I can see that," Davina agreed.
Arthur crawled along the floor under the table. His eyes took a while to adjust to the low light but as his vision improved he began to make out two pairs of legs. He felt his penis twitch when he looked up to see his aunties legs were just open enough for him to glimpse her black pubic hair.
Turning his head he saw Davina's legs were covered in black nylon. Her knees were closed together and for a second Arthur wondered what he should do. He quickly made a decision before he could be reprimanded for taking too long.
Pressing his face against Davina's knees he was relieved when they parted slightly. Pushing his face into the opening they opened a little more. He kept pushing and he felt the soft nylon slide over his cheeks as he inched further towards his goal.
He could hear the two women talking away as though nothing was happening. He wasn't really following the conversation, he had other things on his mind, but they seemed to be chatting about this that and, well nothing in particular.
Arthur could smell the woman's perfume. It was quite subtle and seemed familiar but he couldn't decide on any one scent, it was like an assorted bunch of flowers. Pushing further he felt the nylon finish and realised that Davina was wearing stockings.
Only being allowed to progress an inch at a time it had taken him two or more minutes to get to where he was. The soft warm naked flesh felt so good against his cheeks. Another inch forward he caught an unmistakable whiff of fresh urine.
As he had expected when his auntie told him her guest needed cleaning, he wasn't surprised but he wondered if the pee thing was a common sexual practice or perhaps a fetish that his aunt shared with her friend.
Arthur's reverie was suddenly broken when Davina's legs relaxed and his face smacked against the woman's pussy. She let out a small groan from the sudden impact which was ignored by Kelly who kept on talking to her friend as though nothing had happened.
Regaining his balance Arthur pulled his face away enough to observe what was before him. Despite the limited light he could see the pubic hair that was much lighter in colour than his aunts and also shorter.
Her pussy lips were very different as well. They didn't hang loose like his aunts large flaps, they were twisted up together as though guarding the treasure below. They were also dripping wet and Arthur, from his limited experience, knew enough to know this wasn't just pee.
Davina slipped forward in her chair forcing her pussy against Arthur's mouth. He began kissing up and down her wet lips, the taste of pee and the woman's juices combined and quite literally wetted his appetite.
Occasionally Davina would let out a little moan as Arthur kissed all around her crotch before using his tongue to lick up and down her curled up pussy lips. Again the two women continued chatting, his aunt seemingly not noticing her friends murmurings.
Teasing his tongue between Davina's curled up soft wet lips her natural scent was released. The musty musky odour combined with the faint aroma of pee that still lingered, mixed with the woman's floral perfume and increased Arthur's arousal.
He heard his aunt whisper something to her friend but couldn't work out what she had said. Whatever it was Davina's response was a simple 'yes' which although still a whisper, Arthur heard quite clearly.
"Right, Get Yourself Out From Under There," Kelly suddenly barked.
Arthur reluctantly obeyed and crawled out from under the table hoping he wasn't going to be sent back to his room.
