Date: 1 Apr 2002 10:00:32 -0000 From: Alisha Mathew A Subject: American Aunty by ALISHA American Aunty By Alisha Send your comments to alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com My uncle had married one year back. He has married a nurse working abroad in USA, and the story is about her. My uncle had no particular job other than some occasional job as a motor mechanic. He married the nurse hoping that she might take him also to America. She had married him when she came for two month vacation. As soon as her vacation ended she flew to America, leaving her husband who is my mother's younger brother back to his bachelorhood. So he had to masturbate again after his marriage as he was before marriage. The readers may be wondering how do I know about this. The answer is that it was me who helped him to masturbate whenever we were together alone. My father was working in gulf countries, so I and my mother was staying at her house. My father would come on vacation for one month every year. At that time I would be thrown out of my mother's room. I could not digest the idea when I was an adolescent. I strongly protested and cried, but my parents threw me out of their bedroom. It was my uncle who intervened and offered to allow me to sleep in his bed. I had not attained puberty at that time. I was happy and stayed with my uncle in his room. He was studying at that time. He was the youngest son in his family and my mother was the eldest. He would tell me stories at bedtime and I loved hearing stories. One night I was awakened when my uncle took my hand in my sleep to grab some soft rod. I could not register it first, then I guessed that I was touching his penis. It was shaped like a banana and was flaccid. But after sometime, it began getting hard and strong. He had made my hand to grab it from its root which was covered by a soft mat of curly hairs. He used his own hand over mine to shake his penis. I felt his penis growing and finally it was hot and pulsating like an angry serpent. We were rhythmically shaking it, and suddenly he took his hand away, but I continued to shake his penis for some more instants. This made him understand that I was awake and was willing to grab his tool. He became happy and asked me to shake it well keeping my soft hands close to its top. After sometime he used his hand and peeled his foreskin back and I came to touch with his soft penis head with its cover moved back and it was wet all over. I took a finger to my mouth and tasted the ooze; it had a smell of raw ladies finger chopped. The fluid had a taste of gum. He asked me to shake with more force. I obliged and finally he shoot out a thick stream of his gum. He then moved my hand away, I could still feel his rod pulsating but it was shrinking and the foreskin was back again. After sometime he hiked my petticoat and searched for my cunny. It was smooth and hairless at that time. I was wearing only petticoat at nights. He began to fondle my cunt and rubbed its center with his finger. After sometime I felt a pleasure originated from somewhere deep inside of me, and finally I jerked forward and achieved a pleasure which was unknown to me earlier. Soon we started exploring each other at nights, instead of shaking his gum away, he began rubbing his rod against my milky thighs and after some minutes I felt his fluid wetting my thighs. When I went to urinate in morning I found my thighs were sticking together , so his penis indeed had produced a gum!, I thought. Nobody got any clue about our amorous relationships. At that time there were no protagonists against child abuse etc, in fact we both enjoyed the relations. Soon my uncle started making me to suck his penis. First he coated it with honey and then asked me to suck honey away. I not only dried the honey but drunk his gum like fluid. He would then apply honey to my pussy and would lick it all. I had not developed breasts at that time. He would search for it at every night. By the time my father's vacation was over I had became an avid cock sucker and my uncle an excellent cunt lapper. Then came the day when my father had to fly back. His relatives crowded at our house at evening and they went along with my parents to distant airport in the night itself. The jeep was overcrowded, so they left my father's aunty at our home. So I was left home alone with my grandma and my father's relative. My uncle was driver for the jeep. My grandma asked me to take the guest to my mother's room and stay there. The relative was a spinster and was very pious. She was considered to be a great disciplinarian and god fearing. She was dressed in immaculate white dress and carried a leather bound bible and a chain of some nuts with a cross hanging as pendent. As soon as we were in the room she began searching my mother's wardrobe and the whole room. She took a small perfume and a nail cutter in her bag. I felt to protest but I was afraid. She then found a more than half empty bottle of scotch, which my father had hidden, behind my mother's dresses. She was overjoyed and poured a stiff one into a glass and gulped it neat. She helped again and finally she emptied the scotch. Then she started praying with her bible in one hand and the chain in other hand. The beads helped her to keep track of how many times she chanted prayers. When her prayers were over I was all tired, sitting on my knees. Then she started to undress, she took a lungi( a rectangle shaped cloth with no hooks or ties which my countrymen wear) of my father and removed her white sary and blouse. She wore a muslin made brassiere and tied the lungi at her midriff. I looked at her pendulous breasts, they were big like water melons. I wondered how cleverly she hide her size by using tight blouses and I never guessed her tits were such big. She and I lay side by side in my parents cot. She then gave out a big fart unashamed. She complained about some food causing her gas trouble. She then asked me to press her abdomen. I started pressing her stomach using my palm. I pressed her flesh around her navel and I felt like pressing at a plastic bag full of water. She began to direct me to change the places and where to concentrate etc. 'Lower, lower', she pleaded every time and finally I had felt the thick hairs grown down below her navel. I was blushed at contacting her pubic bush in the process. I tried to move up again. 'Lower, dear press more lower, gas is moving lower', she said. I then told her that I thought she might not like me touching her hairs down there. 'Oh, naughty girl, its nothing to be ashamed, don't you know we all have hairs down there, haven't you seen your mother's pussy having hair all over there', she said. I had never seen my mother naked but I was aware of women having hair on their pubis. One of my friends had shown me her sprouting mat of tiny hairs when we went lavatory together. I too had found my legs and thighs having hairs like tiny. So I progressed pressing the woman's abdomen and as I progress downwards she adjusted her dress so that I get no obstruction. My hand traveled through her thick mat of pubic hairs and she was just moaning then. I felt my hands moving through a meadow and I could smell a fragrance of urine and musk spreading in the room. I guessed the origin of it, my uncle too smelled at his pubis when I had sucked him at nights. As I continued pressing around her thick mat of pubic hairs and on her pubic triangle I felt the legs being spread wider and she no longer bothered that the lungi she wore was moved away and she was fully naked to my eyes. Then I felt a sticky substance coating my forefinger which was traveling in the middle channel of her pubis. I was stunned to find a liquid oozing from her pussy just like my uncle when his penis was erect. This discovery puzzled me. Was the pious woman too becoming sexually aroused by my touches? I decided to help her more, after all she was never married and perhaps never felt the sexual desire in her whole life. I decided to move further and please her with my fingers. I inserted two of my fingers into her pussy opening and they disappeared easily inside. She was all wet and oozing then. I inserted more and more fingers and began to fist fuck her. I made my palm like a conic and began to insert into her wider pussy. The smell was stronger and filled the entire room. She smelled of a ripen jack fruit down there. Her moans were increasing and she was using her fingers to spread her upper side of pussy wall and she began rubbing at a small red piece of meat which was looking like an oyster. She began frantically rubbing at it, I moved close to her pussy to examine the object which caused her so much pleasure. The smell from her pussy was getting stronger and stronger. It was like the smell from a fruit stall, a mixture of different fruits and rotten apples. I had four of my fingers inserted into her pussy hole and working like a piston. As I had experienced the fucking of a penis at least between my thighs, I could understand what was its real function once it got between the a matured lady's legs. I was determined to please the spinster and I thought it was a duty for me. I fist fucked her more furiously and she was liking it. She hiked her butt from the mat and offered it unabashed to my fingering fist. My fist was coated with her pussy juice and thick gum. I felt like searching for small seeds from a overripe jack fruit. She smelled the same too. I licked my fist occasionally and I loved the taste of a kind of herbal soup. Then she grabbed my head from my back and applied my whole face to her juicy cunt. 'Lick me dear girl, please, I like what you do to me , but you cant finish me off like that, please I beg you, please lick me there, drink all of me juice', she cried. What followed was a half an hour long pussy feast with most of my face coated with her pussy juice and cum. She changed like a bow and was offering her cunt and pussy like a iced butter cake to me. My face was fully coated with her juices and her thick pussy hairs were stuck between my teeth more often. I used my tongue like a small penis and inserted it fully into her vagina. Her pussy hairs were entering my nostrils and making me to sneeze, but I was deterministic to make an orgasm to her, and then she convulsed and jerked in her spasm. I was relieved and moved to her side and gasped for air. She too was gasping frantically. Then she began to hug me and kiss me. She put her palm on my hairless mound and began to caress me there. It was so cool and so soft and so slow unlike my uncle who behaved as if in a hurry. She removed my petticoat over my head and began to fondle my gooseberries shaped breasts. They were too small like Indian gooseberry. But she made them feel electric with her soft touches. Then she moved on top of me. Without giving her weight to land on me, she kissed me. The she unloosed her cotton brassieres. The watermelons of her were now resting on my flat chest. They were dangling like two soft cushions of sponge. Her tits were sagged when released free, they were applied to my gooseberry breasts. The touch was so exquisite and thrilling. The taut nipples with there areolas were touching my nipples in passion. She was an expert in tit hitting, her nipples touched my nipples at the least expected time making me shiver. She then moved up and offered her tits one by one to my mouth. I began to suck at them. There were long hairs around her areola. I caressed them with my soft lips. She liked it. Then she moved downside with her buttocks to my face. Her cushion like breasts rested on my belly. They were like two hot water bags applied on my body. She parted my legs and then I felt her tongue entering my pussy folds. There was not much space inside me to be explored. I had not attained puberty. But she was able to create vibrations inside me. She rubbed my hairless mound and finally located the place where the clit was to be grown up. She used her skilled tongue to locate the small button of my clitoris at that time. (Now it has grown out and is visible outside my pussy). I looked at her asshole. It was looking at me like a black spot in the middle of a white plum cake. I touched it using my tongue. Our guest suddenly responded by widening her butt and more of her inside was visible to me. I felt the faint smell of shit mixed with another smell of sandal soap. Her anus was covered with small hairs around it. I began to tongue fuck her asshole and she gave sign of her approval and appreciation by slowing down her licking pace and a shower of kisses on my clit region. The act of a sixtynine went on and we were asleep around the morning. She woke up in the early morning and made love to me once again. She told me that my father was the first person to fuck her in her life. She had been indulged in relations with some other men but she started preferring women. So she was maintaining her spinsterhood. She told me that she had started some women welfare societies in her place where a lot of women are jobless and are trained in stitching, making garments for children, pickle and juice manufacturing units. She invited me to her place for my vacation. Then she asked about my mother, she was interested to know more about my mother's physical assets than other factors. She asked me to tell whose tits are bigger, hers or my mother's, who was more hairy she or my mom. I was unable to answer her queries, as I never had seen my mother naked. She was disappointed about getting no answer for her queries. I guessed she had developed a crush on my mother and somehow she did not get any opportunity to get into a more close relation with my mother. Soon I got an opportunity to see my mother doing some naughty things of her own. It happened after one moth of my father's departure. There was a lady visiting our houses for shaving women's privates. It was her sole occupation; she received rice or a coconut in return. My mother was taken to the secluded place behind our vegetable garden on one afternoon. She was thinking that I was busy with my homework. I had guessed that she was into a shaving and I peeped on her. When she was shaved on her pussy the barber women sucked her. In that night I was awakened when my mother was struggling and writhing in her sheet. I lay close to her and caught up the movements of her hands. She was frigging her cunt under the blankets and I decided to take the opportunity. When she was going to her climax I put my hand on her cunt and asked her innocently ' why mummy, you are shivering and crying at night?', she was taken aback and frustrated to miss her peak. Then I exclaimed, 'Mother you have no hair on your pussy, while I have started to grow some', she did not reply. I caught her hand and lead it to my pussy; She was trembling to feel me. I used the moment to feel her smooth pussy and to cut the story short we started making love. But she never paid me back anything. I grew up and developed a good bosom. Hairs started to grow on my calves and hands. The hands became rounded and the thighs began to get shaped like tender banana trees. My teachers and boys started staring at me with a new interest and I bet most of my classmates jerked off thinking about me. I pretended innocent and acted coy. But my uncle was making every opportunity to cuddle me. On Sundays when my mother and grandmother went to the church, he would stay at home and made me suck him dry. We were keeping our relations in complete secrecy. Then my uncle got his proposal from the nurse. She had come for a small vacation from USA. American returned nurses are in heavy demands in our country. They gave promises to take the spouses to the dream land. But most of the husbands who are not much literates have to wait indefinitely at the embassies for getting visas. They do not know any English and even if they have degrees its very difficult to get them visas. Still America is a dreamland and whenever a nurse lands in our state, people folk at her house with proposals. The marriage was fixed and conducted within one week. Only in India, you may find such things happening. Without any acquaintance or preparations we take the crucial decision to marry an unknown person and what surprises everybody is they keep married to the person till life end. Its very difficult to get divorce for a Christian in our country. It is impossible to get a divorce even if the partners are cheating on each other. Once you are married and you belong to Christianity your life is sealed forever. One of my cousin who was a doc married a catholic nurse employed in USA. He got visa to US after one year as he was doc. But when he reached there he saw that his wife belonged to somebody else, her boss precisely. The boss never permitted the doc to go near his wife. So the guy returned back and applied for a divorce. But to grant a divorce by the church, he has to get clearance from the Pope himself, and so he is still married to that lady even after six years. In our country the church is the authority in case of Christian marriages and divorces. The marriage of my uncle cum first lover happened on a Sunday. As per our custom, so many chicken heads were chopped off to serve a great lunch. The first night is celebrated at the bride's house. The next day he came with his bride on a new car to our house. Ladies flocked to welcome the new couple. My American Aunty was looking vivacious like a movie star with her dazzling smile. But my uncle's face was gloomy. The ladies guessed that he was finding it difficult to penetrate his wife. It was known to everyone in our countryside that the newly wed couple find them in an embarrassed situation after marriage. They are not experienced in sex other than the masturbation. The guys who have seen thousand of blue films and porno stuff, first disrobes the brides and start to penetrate them like the guys with iron hard cock in the stags. Most of them find it extremely difficult to locate the place where to penetrate. They got frustrated to locate the orifice, which seemed to be very easy in those blue movies. The brides who were given their only clue of sex in a marriage by some ignorant servant or granny as 'men will put their thing into your thing, you have to lay still, men will take care of everything, just act coy that's all'. So on the first night for a normal couple would be either a rape or a premature ejaculation. Most of the guys end up shooting their semen unknowingly when he saw a real pussy for the first time in his life. Even the well experienced persons have to impersonate that they are virgins on a first night. Thus the ladies assembled at my house mistook my uncle's gloomy look due to his inability to locate the 'hole' of the woman. They started giving clues indirectly to him. I was surprised to hear my mother hinting him that he might better shave the bride's pussy if he was finding it difficult to locate the hole. I knew that there was something wrong, as I knew my uncle is well experienced in fucking women.