Aunt Michelle rsquo s Secret Formula 6th Chapter
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DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18.
SUBJECT: A young masturbation addict is sent to a dominating older female who has a special interest in his secretion. (in this flashback scene we have the following tags: fetish, masturbation, handjob, big tits, older male, younger female, sweet dirty talk, prostate stimulation, milking, big cock, tease)
Aunt Michelle’s Secret Formula – 7th Chapter
Michelle sat in her huge king sized bed with canopy and satin sheets. Her bedroom was expensive and stylishly furnished, like a that of a high courtesan.
She opened her bra and let massive breasts fall freely and beautiful. She rubbed her skin with whitish cream from a jar that bore one label: “Michelle's Secret“ and left herself taken away by her thoughts.
Like many other nights, she felt somehow remorseful for what she was doing to the boys. At the end of the day, it wasn’t their fault they wanted to shoot their sperm anywhere they could. That's how they were biologically programmed. And all this story about healing masturbation addicts ... let’s face it, it was just a story. She often felt stupid for misleading so many boys and luring them into her trap, often brought their by their parents (!), only to lock them in her basement lab and harvest their precious sperm for several days. The magical qualities of their sperm, however, was not a lie, though there was no scientific evidence to support the thesis. But business was blooming. Over the summer she would manage to fill jar after jar of sperm from boys of all ages and sell them to a select circle of women. Most of them were middle aged ladies who were wither desperate enough to keep their youth at all costs and swallowed (pun intended) Michelle's stories about the magical properties of freshly milked sperm, or they were dependent on the idea of devouring sperm in as large quantities as possible, and from various boys (many of them had sons and grandc***dren at and would have given anything to take their hand and empty them of their seed) and Michelle was the perfect pretext to take their dosage.
As in many other evenings, the woman's thoughts dwelled on her past, at a period that seemed detached from another time, when she was nothing but a freckled redhead girl with her hair tied in two neat school-girl pony tails. Of course, she was a school girl whose breasts basically developed over night (after a long wait) and now the two bom-boms where turning every head on the street.
Michelle, Madalina on her real name, but “Michelle” was how her family would call her, could never forget the day her father pulled her aside and told her about his diagnosis.
Of all three sisters, her father loved her the most, perhaps because she was the “big sister”, with Rares’s mother being the middle sis and Ilinca being the smallest. No wonder little Madalina was used to tell her father everything, whether she had a problem at school or she liked a boy. That is why, on a sunny day after the younger girls went to school, her father called her to the room and started by telling her.
- Michelle, my little one, you now turned 18, you’re a full grown woman. You know I care about you more than anything in this world and I want nothing but the best for us and our family.
- Yes, Dad, I'm so lucky to have a father like you, she said quickly. I know it must have been so hard for you to raise three girls after mother's death. I mean, other men would find a woman to help them out ...
And indeed, many times she tried to fix a date for her dad: either some flirty secretary or some giggly flower girl, but each time her father jokingly said to them: "I don’t need any woman. I have you and you are my family" and the girls would be so happy.
But it appeared the years of loneliness had taken their toll. The girls’ father had been diagnosed with nodules at the reproductive organ, more precisely around the prostate that had been strained by so many years of abstinence.
Madalina listened to her as he tried to explain.
- First I said it was fatigue, or old age, because I always felt somehow spent and tired. Then I thought, God Forbid, maybe it’s hemorrhoids ... because I could barely sit on my chair. Night time was the toughest, and I could barely sleep. It felt like some sort of inflammation… you know. Down there...
- At the perineum, Michelle completed in an expert tone.
- Exactly! her father said, a little surprised. Finally, I went to have some check ups made by a much older doctor who told me ... “Sir, forgive me for asking, but when was the last time you had sex?” “A0bout ten years ago”, I told her. “Let me put it differently... ejaculation release; how often do you have it?” “I said to her, "Doctor, I'm a serious man, I'm a widower, I have three girls to take care of, I can not waste my time – God Forbid! – jerking off all day! I have to have take care of them ". She tells me, "That's right, but all this abstinence has accumulated a lot of tension and a lot of fluid that prevent the body from functioning properly. And I'm afraid, sir, if you do not fix the problem sooner, it's possible to evolve into cancer and I don’t think you or your girls want that" "That means, in other words, I have to masturbate more often" "That would have worked in the early years, but now things are more complicated." The external stimulation of the penis is not enough, you have to go deeper. more than half of the male human penis is hidden inside, but it is just as sensitive as the outer penis, if not MORE. My medical advice is to start a rigorous treatment of the inner penis and with a constant drainage twice a day, hopefully it will improve. " Unfortunately the procedure was a complicated procedure requiring the presence of a nurse for optimal results. At first, it sounded quite simple, but after the fourth phone call, her father had lost almost every hope, since only four nurses throughout the county would handle such a procedure, and they demanded exorbitant sums for a single session. One of them even said, "I ain’t sticking my hand up your ass for under a 100 dollars!
- A hundred dollars! Michelle gasped and made a quick calculation in her mind. Within only one week the draining would cost close to 1400 dollars, half of her father's salary and the girls' allowances together.
- That's right, my dear ... maybe it's just my time ... it's a stupid disease, really ... Michelle couldn’t believe what she heard. Her father, still young man and strong, only 42 years old at that time to be brought down by such a serious illness. Understanding now why he was so upset, Michelle took his hand – rugged from years of hard work – into her delicate palms and caressed it gently.
- Do not worry, daddy ... I'm with you. You know you can rely on me anytime. We'll beat this disease together and you'll be back on your feet, you'll see. Fuck those nurses!
Her father smiled warmly at her from beneath his thick mustache and a caressed her cheek with parently affection, tracing his thick finger over her freckles.
- My dear, I'm so lucky to have you.
* * *
Right from the start they settled they wouldn’t tell her little sisters anything to keep them from panicking. So every morning Michelle woke up an hour earlier and made breakfast for the girls, then sent them to school so she could stay alone with her father.
The emotions that went through her mind and body during their first session were still vivid in her head. The water was flowing in the upstairs bathroom, signaling that her father had woken up and was taking his shower. For a moment she imagined this 40-year-old man's body covered by the hot water jet, and the water flowing across his hair and stomach which, even though it rounded up in the last few years, was still in harmony with the rest of his body, which many people complimented as being “athlete-like”.
But she denounced this thought immediately, because there shouldn’t be anything erotic or sexual during these sessions. It was a medical emergency and regarding men under te shower she had plenty of Backstreet Boys posters to think about.
She slowly went up the stairs to her father's bedroom and carefully prepared the bed, putting a white towel in the middle, as she had seen the nurses do. Water continued to flow in the bathroom, so she took advantage of this time to better position her breasts inside her bra and examine her body in the mirror by her father's bed. She was duped as usual into buying a second-hand dress that she could only try on AFTER purchasing. Like many of her clothes, the last two buttons did not close properly because of her sizeable boobs and she had to use a huge clothes pin to hold the blouse together. Thank God for the red, beaten, sweater she was wearing, which she could always use to cover the effects of her recent hormone explosion.
“If only I could take a little more off my breasts and put onto my feet," she sighed again, looking at her reflection in the mirror.
Just then the shower stopped and her father appeared in the door, wrapped only in a bath robe. His hair was wet and shiny, glued around his head and his mustache was darker because of the dampness.
- You’re already here… he said a little embarrassed.
- Yes. The little ones are gone, it’s just the two of us.
- Well, that’s good… her father said without hurrying to the bed.
Michelle immediately felt his embarrassment and leaned closer to him.
- Hey, dad, I know that it's hard for you, she said, looking up into his eyes with her tears in her own big round peepers. But ... I'm here to make it better. So whatever you need, whatever we have to do, we're going to do to make our daddy well, all right?
- Yes, her father muttered, gently petting her head, pressing her wild red curls.
Michelle hugged him, pressing her freckled cheek to his body, and involuntarily feeling his penis pushing from behind the robe for the first time. They remained locked together for a few seconds, the father standing and his daughter seated; plenty of time for Michelle to feel the meat pulsating and pushing into her cheek before releasing him and looking up to him with an innocent smile.
- Let's see now… she said.
She unfastened the robes knot and left its sides fall apart and reveal her father's penis for the first time, still wet and semi-erect, hanging under a small forest of curls as brown as the rest of the hair on his body. Michelle had never seen a penis so close and, in no case, one of such impressive proportions. The first reaction was to swallow hard on the knot that formed inside her throat, instinctively fearing that the raising python would suddenly jump up and lodge itself down her throat, trying to impregnate her larynx. But of course, it didn’t. And Michelle made every effort to hide any reaction, knowing how awkward it must feel for her father.
The skin peeling behemoth seemed to breathe, lifting and lowering itself with her father's every move, and the collar of its foreskin - an impressive size itself was pulled halfway down, revealing the "eye" that her colleagues used to joke about at school. Michelle swallowed again and walked her father to his bed, placing him carefully over the clean towel.
- Draw up your legs, she whispered with plenty of tenderness, and her father followed suit, bending his knees, and staring at the ceiling.
Michelle unpacked the marigold ointment and rubbed it carefully all over her hands, casting her eyes on her first "patient" ... Her father’s hairy belly breathed up and down as he paciently waited, and underneath there was the penis, looking like a leaning tower continuing its erection process and exposing two voluminous testicles that grew tighter and more wrinkled. Michelle could not help thinking that this was the dick her mother had enjoyed so much, and she wondered how it was the first time his mother took it in her hand or even dared to bow her head and lower her lips on that mighty organ. She knew those were different times, but she couldn’t imagine her mother would have refrained herself from such a delicious treat. And knowing how she endulged herself with other cravings, it was totally possible her mother would service the beefy temptation at least twice a week.
- Dad, are you ready? Michelle asked with a sweet voice.
- Yes, honey, I'm ... Let's do it, he said, staring at the ceiling.
Michelle picked up his scrotum with two fingers to get better access to her parent's anus and without any warning she just jammed a finger in his ass, making the man almost jump out of bed.
- OUCH !!!
- Oopsy. Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to… the girl was quick to say and lifted her father’s knees even more, all the way to his chest to blow some air into the invaded ass hole.
- All better now? No boo boo? Fffffff! Fffffffff!
The frightened sphincter blinked a few times and relaxed again under the few hair that surrounded it.
- Take it easy, honey dew .... it's worse than the doctor’s.
- That's right, daddy, forgive me, forgive me .... Michelle repeated and began rub her hands around his father's thighs and pubis, and then descended to part the frightened buttocks. Without intention, she brushed his balls and erect penis a few times, and she noticed with stupor that an oily liquid had begun leaking from his head, and even dribbled on the back of her hand.
- I think I didn’t wipe you well enough, she said examining the wet substance.
- Yes you did, my dear ... This is just what happens with men when they get excited. It’s normal. We probably need to drain as much of that fluid as possible.
The penis in front of her face was dangling from side to side as if powered by an inner motor, hitting the man’s belly and drawing a small slime trail through his hairs. His balls and ass were now exposed and Michelle was ready to penetrate once again.
- But… honey? This time… do it sloooooowly…
- Yes, daddy, Michelle smiled as her finger found its way through the tight muscle.
- TO BE CONTINUED – ( o Y o )
SUBJECT: A young masturbation addict is sent to a dominating older female who has a special interest in his secretion. (in this flashback scene we have the following tags: fetish, masturbation, handjob, big tits, older male, younger female, sweet dirty talk, prostate stimulation, milking, big cock, tease)
Aunt Michelle’s Secret Formula – 7th Chapter
Michelle sat in her huge king sized bed with canopy and satin sheets. Her bedroom was expensive and stylishly furnished, like a that of a high courtesan.
She opened her bra and let massive breasts fall freely and beautiful. She rubbed her skin with whitish cream from a jar that bore one label: “Michelle's Secret“ and left herself taken away by her thoughts.
Like many other nights, she felt somehow remorseful for what she was doing to the boys. At the end of the day, it wasn’t their fault they wanted to shoot their sperm anywhere they could. That's how they were biologically programmed. And all this story about healing masturbation addicts ... let’s face it, it was just a story. She often felt stupid for misleading so many boys and luring them into her trap, often brought their by their parents (!), only to lock them in her basement lab and harvest their precious sperm for several days. The magical qualities of their sperm, however, was not a lie, though there was no scientific evidence to support the thesis. But business was blooming. Over the summer she would manage to fill jar after jar of sperm from boys of all ages and sell them to a select circle of women. Most of them were middle aged ladies who were wither desperate enough to keep their youth at all costs and swallowed (pun intended) Michelle's stories about the magical properties of freshly milked sperm, or they were dependent on the idea of devouring sperm in as large quantities as possible, and from various boys (many of them had sons and grandc***dren at and would have given anything to take their hand and empty them of their seed) and Michelle was the perfect pretext to take their dosage.
As in many other evenings, the woman's thoughts dwelled on her past, at a period that seemed detached from another time, when she was nothing but a freckled redhead girl with her hair tied in two neat school-girl pony tails. Of course, she was a school girl whose breasts basically developed over night (after a long wait) and now the two bom-boms where turning every head on the street.
Michelle, Madalina on her real name, but “Michelle” was how her family would call her, could never forget the day her father pulled her aside and told her about his diagnosis.
Of all three sisters, her father loved her the most, perhaps because she was the “big sister”, with Rares’s mother being the middle sis and Ilinca being the smallest. No wonder little Madalina was used to tell her father everything, whether she had a problem at school or she liked a boy. That is why, on a sunny day after the younger girls went to school, her father called her to the room and started by telling her.
- Michelle, my little one, you now turned 18, you’re a full grown woman. You know I care about you more than anything in this world and I want nothing but the best for us and our family.
- Yes, Dad, I'm so lucky to have a father like you, she said quickly. I know it must have been so hard for you to raise three girls after mother's death. I mean, other men would find a woman to help them out ...
And indeed, many times she tried to fix a date for her dad: either some flirty secretary or some giggly flower girl, but each time her father jokingly said to them: "I don’t need any woman. I have you and you are my family" and the girls would be so happy.
But it appeared the years of loneliness had taken their toll. The girls’ father had been diagnosed with nodules at the reproductive organ, more precisely around the prostate that had been strained by so many years of abstinence.
Madalina listened to her as he tried to explain.
- First I said it was fatigue, or old age, because I always felt somehow spent and tired. Then I thought, God Forbid, maybe it’s hemorrhoids ... because I could barely sit on my chair. Night time was the toughest, and I could barely sleep. It felt like some sort of inflammation… you know. Down there...
- At the perineum, Michelle completed in an expert tone.
- Exactly! her father said, a little surprised. Finally, I went to have some check ups made by a much older doctor who told me ... “Sir, forgive me for asking, but when was the last time you had sex?” “A0bout ten years ago”, I told her. “Let me put it differently... ejaculation release; how often do you have it?” “I said to her, "Doctor, I'm a serious man, I'm a widower, I have three girls to take care of, I can not waste my time – God Forbid! – jerking off all day! I have to have take care of them ". She tells me, "That's right, but all this abstinence has accumulated a lot of tension and a lot of fluid that prevent the body from functioning properly. And I'm afraid, sir, if you do not fix the problem sooner, it's possible to evolve into cancer and I don’t think you or your girls want that" "That means, in other words, I have to masturbate more often" "That would have worked in the early years, but now things are more complicated." The external stimulation of the penis is not enough, you have to go deeper. more than half of the male human penis is hidden inside, but it is just as sensitive as the outer penis, if not MORE. My medical advice is to start a rigorous treatment of the inner penis and with a constant drainage twice a day, hopefully it will improve. " Unfortunately the procedure was a complicated procedure requiring the presence of a nurse for optimal results. At first, it sounded quite simple, but after the fourth phone call, her father had lost almost every hope, since only four nurses throughout the county would handle such a procedure, and they demanded exorbitant sums for a single session. One of them even said, "I ain’t sticking my hand up your ass for under a 100 dollars!
- A hundred dollars! Michelle gasped and made a quick calculation in her mind. Within only one week the draining would cost close to 1400 dollars, half of her father's salary and the girls' allowances together.
- That's right, my dear ... maybe it's just my time ... it's a stupid disease, really ... Michelle couldn’t believe what she heard. Her father, still young man and strong, only 42 years old at that time to be brought down by such a serious illness. Understanding now why he was so upset, Michelle took his hand – rugged from years of hard work – into her delicate palms and caressed it gently.
- Do not worry, daddy ... I'm with you. You know you can rely on me anytime. We'll beat this disease together and you'll be back on your feet, you'll see. Fuck those nurses!
Her father smiled warmly at her from beneath his thick mustache and a caressed her cheek with parently affection, tracing his thick finger over her freckles.
- My dear, I'm so lucky to have you.
* * *
Right from the start they settled they wouldn’t tell her little sisters anything to keep them from panicking. So every morning Michelle woke up an hour earlier and made breakfast for the girls, then sent them to school so she could stay alone with her father.
The emotions that went through her mind and body during their first session were still vivid in her head. The water was flowing in the upstairs bathroom, signaling that her father had woken up and was taking his shower. For a moment she imagined this 40-year-old man's body covered by the hot water jet, and the water flowing across his hair and stomach which, even though it rounded up in the last few years, was still in harmony with the rest of his body, which many people complimented as being “athlete-like”.
But she denounced this thought immediately, because there shouldn’t be anything erotic or sexual during these sessions. It was a medical emergency and regarding men under te shower she had plenty of Backstreet Boys posters to think about.
She slowly went up the stairs to her father's bedroom and carefully prepared the bed, putting a white towel in the middle, as she had seen the nurses do. Water continued to flow in the bathroom, so she took advantage of this time to better position her breasts inside her bra and examine her body in the mirror by her father's bed. She was duped as usual into buying a second-hand dress that she could only try on AFTER purchasing. Like many of her clothes, the last two buttons did not close properly because of her sizeable boobs and she had to use a huge clothes pin to hold the blouse together. Thank God for the red, beaten, sweater she was wearing, which she could always use to cover the effects of her recent hormone explosion.
“If only I could take a little more off my breasts and put onto my feet," she sighed again, looking at her reflection in the mirror.
Just then the shower stopped and her father appeared in the door, wrapped only in a bath robe. His hair was wet and shiny, glued around his head and his mustache was darker because of the dampness.
- You’re already here… he said a little embarrassed.
- Yes. The little ones are gone, it’s just the two of us.
- Well, that’s good… her father said without hurrying to the bed.
Michelle immediately felt his embarrassment and leaned closer to him.
- Hey, dad, I know that it's hard for you, she said, looking up into his eyes with her tears in her own big round peepers. But ... I'm here to make it better. So whatever you need, whatever we have to do, we're going to do to make our daddy well, all right?
- Yes, her father muttered, gently petting her head, pressing her wild red curls.
Michelle hugged him, pressing her freckled cheek to his body, and involuntarily feeling his penis pushing from behind the robe for the first time. They remained locked together for a few seconds, the father standing and his daughter seated; plenty of time for Michelle to feel the meat pulsating and pushing into her cheek before releasing him and looking up to him with an innocent smile.
- Let's see now… she said.
She unfastened the robes knot and left its sides fall apart and reveal her father's penis for the first time, still wet and semi-erect, hanging under a small forest of curls as brown as the rest of the hair on his body. Michelle had never seen a penis so close and, in no case, one of such impressive proportions. The first reaction was to swallow hard on the knot that formed inside her throat, instinctively fearing that the raising python would suddenly jump up and lodge itself down her throat, trying to impregnate her larynx. But of course, it didn’t. And Michelle made every effort to hide any reaction, knowing how awkward it must feel for her father.
The skin peeling behemoth seemed to breathe, lifting and lowering itself with her father's every move, and the collar of its foreskin - an impressive size itself was pulled halfway down, revealing the "eye" that her colleagues used to joke about at school. Michelle swallowed again and walked her father to his bed, placing him carefully over the clean towel.
- Draw up your legs, she whispered with plenty of tenderness, and her father followed suit, bending his knees, and staring at the ceiling.
Michelle unpacked the marigold ointment and rubbed it carefully all over her hands, casting her eyes on her first "patient" ... Her father’s hairy belly breathed up and down as he paciently waited, and underneath there was the penis, looking like a leaning tower continuing its erection process and exposing two voluminous testicles that grew tighter and more wrinkled. Michelle could not help thinking that this was the dick her mother had enjoyed so much, and she wondered how it was the first time his mother took it in her hand or even dared to bow her head and lower her lips on that mighty organ. She knew those were different times, but she couldn’t imagine her mother would have refrained herself from such a delicious treat. And knowing how she endulged herself with other cravings, it was totally possible her mother would service the beefy temptation at least twice a week.
- Dad, are you ready? Michelle asked with a sweet voice.
- Yes, honey, I'm ... Let's do it, he said, staring at the ceiling.
Michelle picked up his scrotum with two fingers to get better access to her parent's anus and without any warning she just jammed a finger in his ass, making the man almost jump out of bed.
- OUCH !!!
- Oopsy. Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to… the girl was quick to say and lifted her father’s knees even more, all the way to his chest to blow some air into the invaded ass hole.
- All better now? No boo boo? Fffffff! Fffffffff!
The frightened sphincter blinked a few times and relaxed again under the few hair that surrounded it.
- Take it easy, honey dew .... it's worse than the doctor’s.
- That's right, daddy, forgive me, forgive me .... Michelle repeated and began rub her hands around his father's thighs and pubis, and then descended to part the frightened buttocks. Without intention, she brushed his balls and erect penis a few times, and she noticed with stupor that an oily liquid had begun leaking from his head, and even dribbled on the back of her hand.
- I think I didn’t wipe you well enough, she said examining the wet substance.
- Yes you did, my dear ... This is just what happens with men when they get excited. It’s normal. We probably need to drain as much of that fluid as possible.
The penis in front of her face was dangling from side to side as if powered by an inner motor, hitting the man’s belly and drawing a small slime trail through his hairs. His balls and ass were now exposed and Michelle was ready to penetrate once again.
- But… honey? This time… do it sloooooowly…
- Yes, daddy, Michelle smiled as her finger found its way through the tight muscle.
- TO BE CONTINUED – ( o Y o )
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