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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. (tags: milf, masturbation, soft femdom, handjob, big tits, older female vs younger male, dirty talk, cum denial, prostate stimulation, milking, bbc)
Aunt Michelle’s Secret Formula – Third Chapter
I was still standing in the middle of the room when I heard my mother's car drive away. My aunt’s attitude changed radically the second my mother walked out the door. In the first few minutes, she totally ignored me, walking through the house with her typical gait , swinging her hips like a Brazilian dancer. And of course, always, ALWAYS, having to hold her breasts together with one hand whenever she would lean over to take something from the coffee table, and prevent them from spilling outside.
Finally she sat on the couch and lit herself a cigarette. She stood with one leg crossed over the other, swinging her delicate ankles and resting her massive breasts on her thighs while she measured me from head to toe.
- You sure are a skinny looking boy. If I saw you on the street I’d say you’re not a day older than 14.
Her tone was severe and distant.
- Have you been with a girl so far?
- No. Just…
- Oh. So just old Rosie Palms, then.
- Yes ....
- That’s very good. Girls give you diseases. I have no use for you if you don’t make healthy sperm. It must be untouched. If a single streptococcus climbed up your little canal and made his home there, the entire harvest is damaged goods. How is your ejaculate? A lot - a little?
- Depends ...
- Flavius, the other boy you're going to be paired with, is ejaculating generously now. But that's thanks to me. When he first came to me, I could barely squeeze two drops out of him. He was that spent. How much are you packing?
I automatically looked down at my semi-erect dick that angled downwards like a witches hook-nose and tried to give an estimate.
- I do not know ... I did not measure it ...
- Oh, gimme a break! Have you never been curious?
- Not really...
- Come here to your aunty…
She rearranged herself on the couch and spread her legs apart. She pulled me between her thighs, so that my penis was now at the same level with her lips. I really feel her breathing on the dick and suddenly it caught the familiar feeling of erection. My cock was coming back to life.
- Where did I put the ... Flavius!
Suddenly, a taller mulatto boy (maybe only one year older than myself) entered the room. He had narrow shoulders and curly hair around his head. He was only wearing a white cotton undershirt and a pair of white cotton briefs that contrasted with his ebony skin.
- You called me?
- Where did I put that meter that I use on you?
- I'll bring it.
He returned in a few minutes with a tailor’s meter and handed it over to my aunt. She grabbed it with one hand while the other started to expertly slide up and down my penis, with firm, almost doctor-like moves. There wasn’t anything erotic in her movement, and it looked more like she was battering the dough, or squeezing a lemon, but the way her breasts banged together under her robe, the way she breathed in and out no more than 5 inches from my pulsing cockhead, began to arouse me harder and harder. I could barely sit there with my hands behind my back and watch the show. But I had to.
My aunt stopped her rub’n’tug just as my dick was at half-mast and the foreskin started to pull back, peeling off the mushroom head. She took the meter and measured my circumference.
- Mm. 4.8 inches Not bad. And almost 6 inches long. It's not bad, but there’s room for better. Look, to get a better idea. Flavius, come here, please.
The mulatto boy came over to us. He was a little taller, but smaller in his shoulders, and he had some protruding lips that never seem to shut completely, leaving his white teeth somehow exposed. Besides the curly tuff around his head, there was no hair on his body.
Michelle pulled on his underwear’s elastic and yanked them down in one swift movement, leaving his freshly-released dick levitating above the ground. Even in this state it was quite large. His smooth skin that began at the base of the abdomen continued into a dick like a chocolate column, and the head was as dark as the rest of the skin, if not darker. I do not want to be racist or something, but my first thought was that of a donkey dick. At the top of his pee-hole he was already oozing a jewel pearl that Michelle gently smeared around the bulging head before sliding her had down across the meaty shaft, moistening the full length.
That black dick started growing before my eyes and being right next to mine, it put my weenie to shame with its superhuman dimensions. At the same time, I would lie if I said it didn’t excite me a lot to follow my aunt's technique.
Michelle seemed less bitter now, and her look was almost serene as she threw me a glance from time to time, all the while holding a tight hand around my dick’s base and rubbing the ebony scepter from top to bottom with the other.
- See? See what kind of dick your aunty grows?
Flavius was standing with his hands behind his back and his waist pushed forward. His knees felt weaker as he was holding them slightly bended, leaving himself entirely exposed to my aunt's attention. From the movements of his head, he seemed to be overly enjoying what was happening to him. His eyes were closed and his head fell back, while his mouth was half-opened allowing him to inhale and exhale in low, deep moans. Small groans of pleasure escaped his mouth every time the woman old enough to be our mouther pushed down the glistering dark meat sausage. I thought he was about to burst any second and I expected the fresh milk to pour out with force and spill across her hand and wrist.
But that did not happen because Michelle suddenly slowed down the rhythm of her masturbation. She continued to slide up and down, but barely touching the chocolate bomb oozing out secretions. Flavius let out a long sigh and his veins swelled across his weakening legs, making him lose his balance and almost touch my shoulder. Michelle had a smirking smile in the corner of her mouth knowing what effect this had on the boy.
- Flavius was not allowed to ejaculate over the weekend because he upset me.
- Gulp! What did he do? I just could barely whimper.
- In our house it's forbidden to watch pornographic material ... outside the viewing and harvesting sessions.
- But I did not look ... the boy mumbled in a slight African accent.
- I found smutty photos under his bed. They’ve been cut out of newspapers. Looks like he's made a little obsession for that Ruby singer. You have to agree he was using them to masturbate in secret over that young gypsy girl’s breasts, right?
- No, ma'am ...
Michelle teased his swollen behemoth well over what a normal man would consider “his limit”. She climbed and lowered her nails over his engorged black cock head, sending electric shocks all over his body.
- Who knows how much of that good sperm, accumulated by me with effort and treatment, was shed imagining that young gypsy girl’s mouth pleasuring his fat knob, or taking him between her silicone breasts, or God knows what else that perverted mind can cook up…!
- Mrs. Mrs. Michelle ... the mulatto was now panting. I think ... I think I’m about to…
Michelle suddenly tore her hand away from his dick, letting it jump and spit out a few drops like a broken tap.
- You are not allowed yet. You're still punished. You’re not allowed any release until the next harvest. It works for me, because you will produce more sperm and of higher quality. I just feel a little sorry for you, but if you like to play dirty, then so can I.
The Mulatto was just standing there, hands behind his back, knees almost giving in, and a raging hard on that was bouncing up and down like a broken railway barrier. He was close to bursting into tears. How can Aunt Michelle be so harsh on him? And who knows what she’d do to me and if I’d upset her? The boy pulled his undies back over him, but obviously they couldn’t fit the swollen member back inside, forcing him to leave his swollen, skinned cock head peeking over the waistband as a warning to anyone about the fire burning in his gonads. He left the room with his legs spread in a cowboy manner because even the slightest friction was painful.
- Go with him, my Aunt told me, pressing my dick on my thigh meaning “we’re done”. Instead, my dick popped right back up like a spring. Aunt Michelle continued in her lecturing manner;
- He will show you where to sleep and help you learn the rules of the house. I hope I was quite CLEAR on the first, most important rule. There will be NO unassisted ejaculations. If I find a single semen droplet on the sheets, it’s no more Missues Nice Aunty.
She stuck a hand inside her brassiere and rearranged that beautiful hunk of titty-fat as if I wasn’t even there. I picked up my undies and shorts from the floor and went after Flavius, who was now climbing the stairs.
(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. (tags: milf, masturbation, soft femdom, handjob, big tits, older female vs younger male, dirty talk, cum denial, prostate stimulation, milking, bbc)
Aunt Michelle’s Secret Formula – Third Chapter
I was still standing in the middle of the room when I heard my mother's car drive away. My aunt’s attitude changed radically the second my mother walked out the door. In the first few minutes, she totally ignored me, walking through the house with her typical gait , swinging her hips like a Brazilian dancer. And of course, always, ALWAYS, having to hold her breasts together with one hand whenever she would lean over to take something from the coffee table, and prevent them from spilling outside.
Finally she sat on the couch and lit herself a cigarette. She stood with one leg crossed over the other, swinging her delicate ankles and resting her massive breasts on her thighs while she measured me from head to toe.
- You sure are a skinny looking boy. If I saw you on the street I’d say you’re not a day older than 14.
Her tone was severe and distant.
- Have you been with a girl so far?
- No. Just…
- Oh. So just old Rosie Palms, then.
- Yes ....
- That’s very good. Girls give you diseases. I have no use for you if you don’t make healthy sperm. It must be untouched. If a single streptococcus climbed up your little canal and made his home there, the entire harvest is damaged goods. How is your ejaculate? A lot - a little?
- Depends ...
- Flavius, the other boy you're going to be paired with, is ejaculating generously now. But that's thanks to me. When he first came to me, I could barely squeeze two drops out of him. He was that spent. How much are you packing?
I automatically looked down at my semi-erect dick that angled downwards like a witches hook-nose and tried to give an estimate.
- I do not know ... I did not measure it ...
- Oh, gimme a break! Have you never been curious?
- Not really...
- Come here to your aunty…
She rearranged herself on the couch and spread her legs apart. She pulled me between her thighs, so that my penis was now at the same level with her lips. I really feel her breathing on the dick and suddenly it caught the familiar feeling of erection. My cock was coming back to life.
- Where did I put the ... Flavius!
Suddenly, a taller mulatto boy (maybe only one year older than myself) entered the room. He had narrow shoulders and curly hair around his head. He was only wearing a white cotton undershirt and a pair of white cotton briefs that contrasted with his ebony skin.
- You called me?
- Where did I put that meter that I use on you?
- I'll bring it.
He returned in a few minutes with a tailor’s meter and handed it over to my aunt. She grabbed it with one hand while the other started to expertly slide up and down my penis, with firm, almost doctor-like moves. There wasn’t anything erotic in her movement, and it looked more like she was battering the dough, or squeezing a lemon, but the way her breasts banged together under her robe, the way she breathed in and out no more than 5 inches from my pulsing cockhead, began to arouse me harder and harder. I could barely sit there with my hands behind my back and watch the show. But I had to.
My aunt stopped her rub’n’tug just as my dick was at half-mast and the foreskin started to pull back, peeling off the mushroom head. She took the meter and measured my circumference.
- Mm. 4.8 inches Not bad. And almost 6 inches long. It's not bad, but there’s room for better. Look, to get a better idea. Flavius, come here, please.
The mulatto boy came over to us. He was a little taller, but smaller in his shoulders, and he had some protruding lips that never seem to shut completely, leaving his white teeth somehow exposed. Besides the curly tuff around his head, there was no hair on his body.
Michelle pulled on his underwear’s elastic and yanked them down in one swift movement, leaving his freshly-released dick levitating above the ground. Even in this state it was quite large. His smooth skin that began at the base of the abdomen continued into a dick like a chocolate column, and the head was as dark as the rest of the skin, if not darker. I do not want to be racist or something, but my first thought was that of a donkey dick. At the top of his pee-hole he was already oozing a jewel pearl that Michelle gently smeared around the bulging head before sliding her had down across the meaty shaft, moistening the full length.
That black dick started growing before my eyes and being right next to mine, it put my weenie to shame with its superhuman dimensions. At the same time, I would lie if I said it didn’t excite me a lot to follow my aunt's technique.
Michelle seemed less bitter now, and her look was almost serene as she threw me a glance from time to time, all the while holding a tight hand around my dick’s base and rubbing the ebony scepter from top to bottom with the other.
- See? See what kind of dick your aunty grows?
Flavius was standing with his hands behind his back and his waist pushed forward. His knees felt weaker as he was holding them slightly bended, leaving himself entirely exposed to my aunt's attention. From the movements of his head, he seemed to be overly enjoying what was happening to him. His eyes were closed and his head fell back, while his mouth was half-opened allowing him to inhale and exhale in low, deep moans. Small groans of pleasure escaped his mouth every time the woman old enough to be our mouther pushed down the glistering dark meat sausage. I thought he was about to burst any second and I expected the fresh milk to pour out with force and spill across her hand and wrist.
But that did not happen because Michelle suddenly slowed down the rhythm of her masturbation. She continued to slide up and down, but barely touching the chocolate bomb oozing out secretions. Flavius let out a long sigh and his veins swelled across his weakening legs, making him lose his balance and almost touch my shoulder. Michelle had a smirking smile in the corner of her mouth knowing what effect this had on the boy.
- Flavius was not allowed to ejaculate over the weekend because he upset me.
- Gulp! What did he do? I just could barely whimper.
- In our house it's forbidden to watch pornographic material ... outside the viewing and harvesting sessions.
- But I did not look ... the boy mumbled in a slight African accent.
- I found smutty photos under his bed. They’ve been cut out of newspapers. Looks like he's made a little obsession for that Ruby singer. You have to agree he was using them to masturbate in secret over that young gypsy girl’s breasts, right?
- No, ma'am ...
Michelle teased his swollen behemoth well over what a normal man would consider “his limit”. She climbed and lowered her nails over his engorged black cock head, sending electric shocks all over his body.
- Who knows how much of that good sperm, accumulated by me with effort and treatment, was shed imagining that young gypsy girl’s mouth pleasuring his fat knob, or taking him between her silicone breasts, or God knows what else that perverted mind can cook up…!
- Mrs. Mrs. Michelle ... the mulatto was now panting. I think ... I think I’m about to…
Michelle suddenly tore her hand away from his dick, letting it jump and spit out a few drops like a broken tap.
- You are not allowed yet. You're still punished. You’re not allowed any release until the next harvest. It works for me, because you will produce more sperm and of higher quality. I just feel a little sorry for you, but if you like to play dirty, then so can I.
The Mulatto was just standing there, hands behind his back, knees almost giving in, and a raging hard on that was bouncing up and down like a broken railway barrier. He was close to bursting into tears. How can Aunt Michelle be so harsh on him? And who knows what she’d do to me and if I’d upset her? The boy pulled his undies back over him, but obviously they couldn’t fit the swollen member back inside, forcing him to leave his swollen, skinned cock head peeking over the waistband as a warning to anyone about the fire burning in his gonads. He left the room with his legs spread in a cowboy manner because even the slightest friction was painful.
- Go with him, my Aunt told me, pressing my dick on my thigh meaning “we’re done”. Instead, my dick popped right back up like a spring. Aunt Michelle continued in her lecturing manner;
- He will show you where to sleep and help you learn the rules of the house. I hope I was quite CLEAR on the first, most important rule. There will be NO unassisted ejaculations. If I find a single semen droplet on the sheets, it’s no more Missues Nice Aunty.
She stuck a hand inside her brassiere and rearranged that beautiful hunk of titty-fat as if I wasn’t even there. I picked up my undies and shorts from the floor and went after Flavius, who was now climbing the stairs.
(TO BE CONTINUED) ( o Y o )
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