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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Aunt Estelle (bboy1tx@lycos.com) by Bill Barnett (F/b, mast, intr, ped) *** True story of a young boy coming of age in 1950's small Georgia town. *** I was born in a small town in Georgia in 1940. My Mom and Dad owned the only grocery store in town and worked 6 days a week from 7 in the morning until 6 at night. I was an only child and was cared for by my Aunt Estelle. Aunt Estelle was not really my aunt. She was a black lady who took care of me before and after school, cleaned the house, washed clothes and cooked supper every day. She lived on the other side of town and walked over every morning before Mom and Dad left and Dad took her home every night. I don't know when Aunt Estelle went to work for Mom and Dad, but for as long as I could remember she had been around. During the final days of school when I had just turned 12, I discovered girls. This happened quite suddenly one afternoon on the way home from school. I was taking a short cut through a patch of woods on a vacant lot between Mulberry St. and Oak Street where I lived. I heard some noise and giggling from behind a bunch of big bushes and peeked through the limbs to see what was going on. There was an older boy and girl in the bushes. The girl was lying on her back and her dress was pulled up. The boy was on top of her with his pants and underwear pulled down to just above his knees. His butt went up and down and they both made noises like they were hurting each other. In a minute or two the boy made some really funny grunting noises and just kind of collapsed on the girl. They lay there for a few minutes without moving and then the boy rolled off the girl. I had never seen between a woman's legs nor had I ever seen female pubic hair. The girl took a handkerchief pocket and wiped the area between her legs. In doing so she opened them up real wide and I could see the hair covered a pair of big lips positioned right between her legs. When the girl finished they went on their way without seeing me. I thought about this all the way home and noticed the more I thought about it the more my little pecker grew. I thought then that my pecker only grew at night so I wouldn't pee in the bed. That's what Aunt Estelle told me when I was about 6 when I asked her why it was big every morning when I got up. When I got home Aunt Estelle had a big piece of pie and a glass of milk waiting for me in the kitchen. She was cooking supper and after she handed me the milk she went out on the back porch with some potatoes in a bowl. She would peel these while she sat on the back porch and "caught some air" as she always said. Even though we lived in town, our back yard was big and secluded. There were giant Oak trees and huge hedges across both sides and the back of the property. The back porch was good sized and Aunt Estelle always sat on a bench to do her kitchen work as she called it. She would sit there peeling vegetables or shelling peas with a bowl in her lap. When she finished, she would pull her dress up and open her legs to catch some air. I had seen her do this a thousand times, but until today what was under her dress and between her legs had never interested me. When I finished my pie and milk I ran out the back door and bounded off the porch heading straight for my tire swing. As I swung back and forth, I watched Aunt Estelle on the porch. As she peeled those potatoes, I looked at her for probably the first time. She was about 45 years old and had 3 grown children. I don't know if she ever had a husband, but I know she lived by herself in a small house. She was not fat, but I do remember that her hips were wide and her breasts were big. When she finished peeling the potatoes and pulled her dress up, I got off the swing and headed for the porch. I sat down on the steps and leaned back against the post just like I'd done a thousand times, probably every day of my life. But, today was different. I had never before tried to look up her dress before. Her legs were open wide and her dress was pulled up way above her knees. Aunt Estelle was looking at the birds in the back yard and telling me the Humming birds would be back soon. I was not really listening because my eyes were glued to the area between her legs. She was not wearing underwear and because her legs were open so wide, I could see all the way up. Not only was there a great deal of thick black hair, but Aunt Estelle had two sets of lips between her legs. One set was big and fat like I saw on the girl. But Aunt Estelle had a smaller set of lips inside the bigger ones. The smaller set was not nearly as big. They were kind of flat and stuck out about an inch. My little pecker started to grow. In a few minutes Aunt Estelle went back in the house and I sat there for a while and then went back to my swing. The next day on the way home from school, I took the short cut again, but the boy and girl weren't there. I hurried on home to get another peek up my Aunt's dress. On the third day when I got to the porch instead of sitting down, I walked up between my Aunt's legs and hugged her around the neck as I'd done countless times before. This was nothing new to her, but it was to me because I had more on my mind than a hug. The bench was tall and when I pressed against her my crotch was pressed against hers. I hugged her for a moment and she picked me up and sat me on her left leg. In the process her dress rode up quite high on her thigh. She told me she loved me and we talked for a few minutes. I had my arm around her neck and could feel her big left breast pressing on my chest. My pecker started to get hard. Aunt Estelle said she needed to get on with her supper and so I slid off her leg and before I let her up I reached up and gave her another hug. I pressed my body close to hers and suddenly felt Aunt Estelle tense up. She didn't move for a few moments, then gently took my arms from around her neck, pushed me back a little, and pulled her dress down. Aunt Estelle closed her legs and patted her lap indicating for me to sit on her lap. "What'eryou doing here Bobby," she asked. "Nothing." Why is your little pecker hard and why is you pressing it against me. Boy, who been showing you that stuff?" "Nobody." "Boy, you lie to me and I'm gonna tell your Momma." "Please don't," I begged. "Well where you learning that stuff?" I told her the whole story. She asked how long I had been looking up her skirt. She asked me if I knew what to do about it when my pecker got hard. She asked if Dad had ever told me about the birds and the bees. I told her the truth about looking up her dress and said I had no idea what do about my pecker and the truth was my Dad very seldom talked to me and he sure never said nothing about birds. Aunt Estelle told me to go up to my room and let her think about this for a few minutes. I knew I was dead if Mom and dad found out what I'd done. I sat on the edge of my bed in fear for what seemed like all morning. I heard Aunt Estelle come up the stairs and go into the hall bathroom. In a few moments she came into my room. She had a big jar of Vaseline in her right hand and a wet washrag in her left hand. She sat down on the bed beside me. "Don't you never tell anybody what I'm gonna show you. Its gonna be our secret. I'm gonna show you how a nice young man handles the problems of his pecker. That thing can get you in a lot of trouble if you don't treat it right." With that Aunt Estelle stood me up by the bed and removed my overalls and underwear. I stood before her ashamed and naked. My pecker was so shriveled up it was drawn up completely into my stomach. The only thing visible was the pointed and wrinkled little foreskin on the very end. Aunt Estelle got up and pulled her dress above her waist reveling her massive black bush. She sat back down on the edge of the bed and opened her legs wide. My pecker began to relax and come back to life. Aunt Estelle reached out and took it gently in her right hand and rubbed it very softly. It began to grow. She pulled back the foreskin revealing the little purple head hiding underneath. She took a small amount of Vaseline and rubbed it between her thumb and index finger. She placed my pecker between these two digits and began to move them very slow and softly up and down the head of my pecker. I had never felt anything so great in all my life. I just about fell as my knees got weak. In a few minutes, Aunt Estelle gave me the jar of Vaseline and told me to put some on my hand and do it myself, but go slow and be gentle. She told me not to do it too long or I would get sore. She said that eventually when I got older my pecker would tell me when it was time to stop because it would spit at me when it was tired. Within two weeks, it was spitting at me every day. Aunt Estelle never sat on the back porch "catching a breeze" anymore. She and I never had any other sexual contact. I guess she saw what she did as a way to keep a little boy she loved out of trouble. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 19