They're Just Words

by Dorsey

Let me tell you a true, if seemingly shocking, tale. It begins with a lovely spring morning and I'm having coffee and reading the newspaper on the terrace of my spacious home. I am Julie. I'm 39, divorced, an attorney with a prestigious firm and, among other things, a board member for an exclusive girls school. I'm tall, fit, blond, a little more than good looking, and, when dressed out in either a longing gown, like now, or in corporate attire, I'm a killer. College gymnastics gave me great legs which an old lover said could break someone's back. Some people say I resemble that woman on TV who's an investment expert. I'm not happy with the tiny sag in my 36 C boobs. I can see it, and the same in my butt. It's not much, but you can tell when things are going south. Never the less, I am quite pleased with my looks.

I've done very well for myself. In fact, for a woman of my age and needs I've been very fortunate. My work with the law firm is very rewarding and isn't that demanding on my time, and the rest of my life is well rounded and entertaining. As of four days ago I've become responsible for a young girl and boy I didn't know were related to me. It seems that a distant cousin, their mother, died more than a year ago. The children have been in a Catholic orphanage while the authorities tracked down the next of kin. While I am also next of kin, my older sister is the first to be considered as the responsible party. She was notified a few weeks ago of this surprise, but because she and her husband are in the U.K. on business, I am the one who has to take charge of the children until my sister returns to the states. Okay, I said, when told of my short-term duties, this could be interesting, and it's only for a couple of weeks. Though I've not had children, I've certainly had a lot of experience with the girls at the school, so how difficult could this be? Actually, it's been a lot of fun having the youngsters in my home. I've decided to consider our time together as a chance to sort of tutor them, impart my experience and broaden their knowledge of the world. Who knows, I could be another Auntie Mame.

Kim is close to sixteen, but her body and face give her an appearance of maybe eighteen, and I don't exaggerate. She is also blond, with athletic legs, wonderful skin and a face that's angelic. But like most teenagers, she can be sullen, sometimes downright morose, and, given an opportunity, she will openly rebel against my authority. I don't give her that opportunity.

Kim's brother Timmy is twelve, tow-headed and of average build. He is sensitive, a typical little boy interested in computer games and comics.

So there you have it. That's my life for now until my sister and brother in law return from Great Britain to take responsibility for Kim and Timmy.

I've finished reading the paper, my coffee's gone cold, it's nine a.m. and time for what I and the kids have termed 'the lessons'. Each morning there is a lesson, and each evening another lesson. Kim put up some resistance at first but came around quickly. Her brother needed a push but he is turning out to be a natural, and I really think they're getting a lot out of these studies. I know I'm enjoying them immensly.

I crossed the terrace and went inside, paused for a moment at the large mirror in the living room to check the hair, etc. I'm so damn vain. The kids are waiting for me in one of the three guest rooms off the hall, and before I opened that door I let my silk dressing gown fall to the carpet, leaving me completely nude, and sending an erotic charge through my body.

I opened the door and there lay Kim on the bed, naked and on her back, gently strumming her pussy while looking at her brother, and.....what's this? Timmy stood next to the club chair by the bed, but he still had his pajama bottoms on. He was to be nude like me and his sister when we are in 'class', we all agreed on this when I set the ground rules four days ago. And by the look on his face, a worried tearful face, he was obviously upset about something .

"Timmy?"

"I need to..." he stammered. "I don't think this is right, Aunt Julie."

"Oh? And what exactly would that be?" I asked calmly.

"What we do. I don't feel like it is right, and, and..."

He was close to openly sobbing. I glanced at Kim but she had turned her head and closed her eyes, lost in her own little world while she continued to touch herself. I looked back at Timmy. "Go on. And?"

"Well, the Sisters said no one should do what we do. They said it's a sin and we'll go to hell and, and, I don't want to go to hell. They said it's disgusting and evil."

I sat down in the club chair, the place where I presided over our lessons.

"I see."

Timmy was gathering his courage now that he'd made his case and was waiting for my response. He is such a lovely little boy. I haven't had much experience with tikes of his age, favoring those a little older, and certainly girls of any age.

"And what have the good Sisters told you that makes you think you will go to hell?"

"It's a sin to do stuff with your body. You know, the stuff we do, Aunt Julie. It's not right and we'll rot in hell."

Tears rolled down his cheeks. Suddenly, I was turned on. I could feel the heat rising in my cunt. His distress had brought it on. I am normally not the sadistic type, but this turn of events was just too juicy for me to ignore.

"You just might be right," I said. "What the sisters said may be correct, but how can we know? It's one of those grown-up things that's hard to explain. I know this sounds a little funny but there's a lot of things in this world that don't make much sense. You know? If only there was some way to test this theory of theirs...I know... I've always believed that our bodies know what's best for us. Yes, that's it. What comes naturally to us can't be bad, can it? No, what is natural is good for us. Otherwise, we'd starve or get sick or seriously hurt ourselves. That wouldn't be good, Timmy, would it? No, so here's what I propose: for a few minutes we will watch each other, you standing there like always, and me here in the chair like always. We will not touch, in fact your hands must be at your sides and your eyes upon me. And after a few minutes if your body, your very natural body, does not respond to what is before you, then you and the Sisters are correct. Oh, what a fine test this will be! I'm so glad I thought of it. You just might be right, Timmy, and I could be very, very wrong."

I did not for a minute think he could pass this insipid test, no matter my silly pattering. I took my usual pose which was reclining with one long leg draped over an arm of the chair, the other spread wide exposing my shaved and moist cunt. Just the act of opening my thighs for his gaze sent another thrill through me.

"I'm surprised, Timmy. I thought you were becoming a young man," I said in a concerned tone. "You gave me the impression that you didn't want to be considered a little boy anymore, but, frankly, you truly are behaving like a little boy. But, I could be wrong. Maybe grown up boys do act like you do."

His eyes were on my crotch, his jaw set. He was determined not to get aroused, and I was just as determined to break his will. I could feel my lips swelling, separating, and soon a trickle of juice was running into the crack of my ass. My breasts had become very sensitive, my rosy nipples up and as big as wine corks.

"You have resolve, I'll give you that," I told him in a gentle voice. "Of course, should you fail this test it might mean that you're still a little boy and not the young man I thought you were. What a shame that would be."

Timmy's mouth trembled, his hands were balled into fists as he continued to stare at my charms. He was trying so hard. But I detected a growing protuberance in his pajama bottoms, and knew I had won.

I glanced at Kim again who had rolled onto her side, her head propped up with one hand while her other hand remained pressed between her creamy thighs. She was showing only a casual interest in my conversation with her brother. God, what a lovely girl; puffy pink nipples capping breasts the size of grapefruit, hips curving out from a tiny waist and down to a deeply cleft bubble butt ass. Just delicious. But all in good time. I turned back to her brother.

"Well, I guess you're going to pass the test, Timmy," I told him. "It's obvious that I'm wrong and you're...but wait....no...no, I think it's the other way around. Oh my yes...oh dear, that's a shame...and you were so close."

More tears appear, his face is wracked with emotion as he looks down at the tenting pajamas. I had proved those meddling nuns wrong.

"You see, little boy, you must always trust what your body tells you. If you are hungry, you eat. Otherwise you'd starve, wouldn't you? When you are tired, you sleep. Otherwise, you'd eventually collapse. And if your body tells you it wants pleasure, like your body is telling you now, then you give it pleasure. Always trust your body. That's what real men do. And as far as anything being disgusting or bad or evil, always remember that they are just words. There will be no more of this nonsense, will there? No, of course not. No more back sliding. Drop your pajama bottoms, Timmy."

The child did as I asked. He stood before me defeated and I was close to a minor orgasm from his distress, and, also, from the sight of his standing prick. When I first discovered his penis four days ago, I was astonished because, even though he's only twelve years old, his prick can reach over six inches long when erect, almost seven inches. It's circumcised and very slender and has a slight upward curve. The head is the size of a large walnut, while the balls in his tight hairless scrotum are smaller. Before I turn him over to my sister in a few days I want that prick to clear seven and one half inches, or more.

I sat on the edge of my chair, reached out and grasped his heavenly, iron-hard cock. "So, we begin."

My stroking was slow and purposeful while I watched his face. In a soothing and approving voice, I said, "I'm sorry we've has this little spat, darling. And, you really are becoming a young man, just look at this great big prick of yours. It's what a man has, not a little boy. It feels good, doesn't it? See? This is what your body's been telling you. Do you like my breasts, Timmy? See how big the nipples have become, you can pinch them a little if you'd like. That's it. Oh, that's so nice."

I could feel his cock growing in my hand. His breathing had picked up and his hips were involuntarily rocking in time with the masturbation. I watched his expression closely, not wanting to let him come just yet. But we were so close. I leaned into him and nibbled at his ear, whispered slutty things like, "Do you think this is evil, sweety? Are we really sinful degenerates? Well, so what of it? We're fucking and swimming in our pleasure and it's good and makes us feel wonderful and alive!"

I then pushed most of my tongue down his throat in an open-mouthed kiss that lasted close to a minute and had him gasping. It was time.

"Kim?"

I heard her move from the bed to quickly kneel on her heels at the side of my chair. I glanced at her to see her beatific face turned up, her eyes closed, waiting. This was one of the lessons I was teaching the children, mainly because it never failed to give me an incredible orgasm. Kim had started out without much enjoyment of this exercise, but she has really taken to it and I could tell she looks forward to this part of her studies. Timmy had no reservations what so ever once he got going, despite this recent troublesome reluctance of his.

Kim was using her fingers in her wet twat causing a squishing sound which made me sigh and Timmy to groan. His face was flushed, his eyes shut tight. I could feel his cock ready to explode and I pushed it down just in time so that the first rope of thick cream shot directly onto Kim's face where it pooled in her eyes and across her nose, and the next drilled with a splat into her forehead and up into her hair, large clots of sopping, pearly white sperm.

"Yes, Timmy! Oh yes! How wonderful!"

My own wetness was dripping down my thighs as Timmy continued to ejaculate again and again as only a young boy can, and this boy, I'd bet, could deliver longer than most men. His sperm is abundant and hot, its consistency is thick, its taste is tangy without being too salty, and when licked from an angelic face like Kim's, his come is pure ambrosia.

After the fourth or fifth spurt, I'd lost count, I couldn't hold out any longer. I had one hand behind Kims head pulling it toward me so I could tongue her skin while my other hand still clutched Timmy's wonderful prick. I licked at the goblets in her hair, sucked them from where they were puddled in her quivering eyes and even her nostrils, lapped at what had dripped onto Kim's neck and down to each perky tit where the come glistened against her nipples.. When engaging in this type of meal, it's best to gobble up the sperm quickly before it cools. I felt his cock give one last blast that, because I wasn't paying attention, hit most of my cheek, and that little mishap, plus gazing into Kim's open and adoring eyes, sent me over the edge. I gushed my own cream, shaking and crying out as my open mouth sucked and licked and cleaned every last drop from her sticky face. I whispered endearments to her, cooed little love notes in her ear as we held each other tightly. It seemed that we stayed on the carpet like that for a very long time.

This had been the best come yet for me with my charges, and I needed to rest and regain my composure. You might be thinking I enjoy sucking cocks and swallowing. Not true, but I do crave licking sperm from a young girl's face. I can't explain it and won't try. All I know is that it gives me an incredible orgasm, and most girls get off as well. Kim finally stood and used a towel to dab at Timmy's come still on my cheek, then she lay back down on the bed. I closed my eyes and rested against the bed for another few minutes. Timmy was now seated in the chair, his feet almost touching the carpet.

What a treasure had fallen into my life. Not only a gorgeous fifteen year old who obviously had a strong sex drive, but her little brother as well. There hadn't been many boys I had sought out but Timmy was certainly the best for equipment and ability. Over the years I have been fortunate in finding young girls to corrupt. I guess I have a talent for that; find who you desire, gain their trust, use flattery and approval and encouragement to overcome their resistance, move steadily toward your goal, and then totally enjoy the resulting seduction when they succumb. I only regret not beginning my quests earlier in my life. I will just have to make up for lost time. That's why I'm on the board of the girl's school.

Above me, Kim had gotten on all fours at the edge of the bed, her rump raised high and her head and face down on the sheets.

I said, "Timmy? Are you ready?"

"No," he whined. "I'm sore. It won't do anything, anyway."

I got to my feet and looked down on Kim's delicious bottom. Yikes, how could anyone not be moved by what I was seeing - two perfectly round and rosy cheeks divided by a deep, dark crease, a swollen, wet, hairless bulging pussy was below the crease and nestled between the most divine buttery thighs a girl could want. The curve of her arched back was faultless. I couldn't stand it, I reached out and parted the warm globes to expose one of a woman's most magical treasures. There it was, her rust colored anus. When we first began the lessons, her asshole had been just a sweet little dimple in a disk of light brown skin, but, now it was a vertical slit perhaps an inch long and slightly muscled. My mouth was watering and my cunt was stirring. Cupping my opened hand up into her cunt, I came away with a palm full of her juices which I brought to my nose to inhale before licking it.

"Timmy, stand up," I said, pulling him to his feet.

"I can't do anything, Aunt Julie. Really I can't."

I reached for his long and flaccid prick but he pushed my hands away.

"This is nonsense, Timmy. A young man of your age should be able to go three, four or more times. I know you are capable of that because you came three times yesterday, almost back to back with no trouble at all."

I reached out again but he resisted.

"Sweet Jesus, we'll get nowhere at this rate," I said, and I finally got my hand on his dick which I could feel hardening already. He leaned against me, giving in to my frigging. I caressed the back of his head and steered his mouth toward an erect nipple which he fastened on and began to suckle. Soon he was feeling my ass with one hand and my cunt with the other. I held him tightly, reveling in the pleasure I felt. All of this, along with the sight of Kim's magnificent ass dipping and swaying before me, all of this had my juices running, my head in a whirl. How sweet was this rapture.

But there was work to be done, a lesson to be taught. I told Kim to get ready and she dropped her tummy onto the bed, slid to its edge so that she was kneeling on the carpet while the rest of her was comfortably face down on the sheets. I pulled Timmy by his stiff prick to where she knelt. At four feet something, he was at just the right height to address her charms. There was no hesitation now as he pointed his cock toward her brown button and, if I hadn't intervened, he would have buggered her right then and there.

"Now Timmy," I said, pulling him back. "What did we learn on the very first day of our lessons? Never, never dry fuck a lady's asshole. Now do it correctly."

"I'm sorry, Aunt Julie."

He entered Kim's pussy and she responded with a low humming sound. Timmy remained there for a second, then moved his hips to and fro while his cock became slathered with her abundant juices. Like most young, developed girls, she could distill a lake between her legs at the slightest touch.

"That's a good boy," I coaxed. "I think you're ready now."

He pulled his glistening rod out, shifted his aim and, in one smooth push, I saw his long, slim prick disappear into her rectum. Kim gave a low gasp. It was fascinating, exhilerating. Now, since you couldn't see his penis, Timmy looked like a little girl who was rubbing her genitals on a big girls ass.

As I learned at out first lesson, his opening move in this game was quick and true and, once in, he stayed motionless for a few seconds, in luxury, I suppose, at the hot, tight sensations surrounding his penis. He grinned at me while Kim moaned and slid her hand down to fondle her clit and leaking pussy. Then he began a slow and steady withdrawl from her clinging anus until he was nearly clear of the rim, only to plunge, once again, his full length to the depths of her ass.

This never failed to bring me off. It wasn't a large orgasm but still quite lovely. My big reward was still to come, so to speak. I needed to speed up the process though so I ran my hands over his chest and back, fondling the cheeks of his little boy's ass, hardly a handfull, and slobbering kisses on his face.

"Such a strong young man, Timmy. Does that feel good having your penis inside your sister's behind? Is it tight and hot? Is she squeezing you, darling?"

He was kneading her large firm buttocks, spreading them and watching his cock move in and out of her stretched anus. I wet my forefinger in my mouth before slipping it into the divide of his little ass to find his tiny opening. It took a moment or two, but I succeeded in worming my fingertip into his hot asshole, stroking and pushing until I got the result I wanted, which came with his gasping for air, his fucking becoming more energetic and deep, a shaking of his entire body. I moved so that I was hugging his back, my tits and cunt welded into him.

And then the explosions occurred. He slammed his hips forcefully into her butt, pulled back to once again drive home his prick. Kim was screaming in pleasure and rocking her hips back to meet his thrusts.

Finally, he collapsed over his sister's body, still joined to her with his prick. And I was atop him, as spent and depleted as I'm sure the two of them were. After a few minutes, Kim complained of our weight on her. I got to my feet while Timmy pulled his cock, all slimed and shiney, from her anus which pinched and closed. Then, like the iris of a camera lens, it slowly opened to an oval shape perhaps an inch across, reddened and puffy.

Kim got up on the bed to lie on her tummy and recover. I kissed Timmy and let my hand grip and slide once more up and down his wonderous, sticky prick, wiping the mess on my thigh. The little tyke sat in the chair, somewhat exhausted from his work. Gazing down on Kim's body, I frigged myself a little and felt everything heating up inside again. After a moment, I took a deep breath and readied myself for what was to come. It only took one touch to the back of her outstretched leg and she knew that the next part of this party had arrived. Kim got on her hands and knees, and I lay on the bed next to her in a 69 position. She gracefully raised one leg and I scooted beneath her, my arms over each spread foot, my hands up on those luscious thighs and cheeks. Her labia, bright red and full, had separated, and her pearly clit had popped and that's when I opened my mouth wide.

At her first kiss on my pussy I cooed my undying love for her, and then she lowered her butt so that my face was held in a vice by her strong wet thighs and ass cheeks, and my mouth was sealed to her yawning cunt that was dripping a rich secretion of girl juice. I might as well have been in a sauna. The heat of her enchanting ass, her oozing juices, and the stench of sex and our sweaty bodies was stifling, and I loved it. I fed on her pussy, lapping and swallowing all I could catch with my tongue while she did the same to me. Her body against mine, her clit hard against my lips, her moaning and whispering, all of it was driving me toward a huge come. But my nose was caught in her clenched buttocks, up against her asshole, and I was having trouble breathing. Then I felt my nostrils filling and realized Timmy's sperm was draining into my nose. This had happened once before, maybe twice, but not like this. Today, it seemed like a river was being released from her percolating rectum. I raised my head which freed my nose so I could breath and this posture put my opened mouth directly over and sealed to her anus. I felt it dilate, and then a large spicy and somewhat salty clot gushed across my tongue, and then another. I swallowed again and again and I moaned into her ass, drunk on the sensations and the smells and the tastes and the incredible shock of a monstrous orgasm that, repaying her in kind, was at that moment filling Kim's pretty mouth and gullet.

I don't remember how long we lay there panting, tangled in each other, glad that our love making had ended for the time being, and wondering if the next bout would be as good.

After a while I moved to the pillows at the head of the bed and propped up on them with Kim stretched out at my side with one leg thrown over my thigh and her head on my chest. Tim was asleep in the chair.

"Aunt Julie, can I ask you something?" Kim said.

"As long as it doesn't require a long answer, sweety. I may not stay awake."

"Is Timmy right in what he said about the Sisters and all?"

"Goodness sakes, after the last hour you still need assurance?"

"Well, I mean...how is it hurting anybody when people make love?"

"Exactly," I said. "It doesn't. It's just that there are some people out there who don't want anyone to break their rigid rules. They insist on telling the rest of us how to behave and what to think and what we can and can't do with our bodies."

"So, they really think what we do is hurting us, but I don't feel that, I don't feel any hurt. I only feel good! So, so good!"

"I know, cupcake, me to," I said. "Although there are people who get off on pain."

She raised herself to look at me, her pretty tits swaying slightly with the movement. She said, "They do? I've heard about that."

"Some do."

I reached up and tweaked a puffy nipple. She flinched and giggled.

"You pulled back, didn't you? That may have hurt just a little but it also felt good afterwards, right?"

She nodded and put her head back on my chest while I ran my hand through her hair.

"And sometimes when you get spanked, if it goes on long enough, your butt gets hot and tingly and then you feel your pussy getting hot, and you're horny and you don't know why. It's all the blood getting stirred up by the spanking, I guess. So, yes, sometimes there's pain involved but not like somebody sets out to maim or kill you. And you do it only if you get something out of it. Most people aren't into it much, I know I'm not. But for those who are, and when it's safe, go for it."

She had found my long, engorged nipple and was licking it which, along with her hot, wet cunt pressing into my thigh, was stirring the simmering coals in my groin.

I saw Timmy yawn and stretch and then put on his pajama bottoms.

"Aunt Julie, can I go the mall?"

"Yes, honey, but don't spend all your allowance in the games arcade."

"I won't."

"And watch out while you're riding your bike. And don't talk to strangers. There's a lot of weirdos out there. And be home by five o'clock for a new lesson."

He looked questioningly at me.

"It's called water sports 101, or 'wet or dry' for short."

Kim gave a low laugh and looked across at her brother which caused Timmy to shyly grin. I'm sure he had no idea what I was talking about. The child left the room, and Kim and I remained in bed for another few minutes before she kissed me in a long and sloppy tongue-suck and then went to shower, her lovely ass swinging and bouncing for my visual pleasure.

What a day, and it wasn't over by a long shot. And there will be tomorrow and the day after that, and the day after that to enjoy giving my new niece and nephew an education in some of the more pleasurable aspects of being alive.

I know what some of you are thinking, that I'm a monster, a twisted fiend, an evil, dirty, filthy perverted beast. Perhaps. But I will respectfully remind you that those are just words, and the bottom line is I am having a wonderful, full life, and those of you who criticize, most likely, are not.