Ron Taylor - Naughty aunt Susan

Mostly I wandered around trying on clothes. Mama had given me a couple of hundred for expenses and trivia during the month I'd be here, and it was burning a hole in my purse. But today was just for looking. I went to several little boutiques and tried on a few items, but ended up empty-handed.

Finally I went back to the library but I didn't feel like going inside. It was a lovely late July day, warm and sunny, and the sun bathed the library steps. I stretched out on the stone banister, which was just made for lying on, and I wished I could strip off my clothes and let all of me enjoy the sun.

Not too far away the noon carillon was ringing in the campus belltower. Carillons are sweet music even when played slightly out of tune, as this was being played, and I closed my eyes appreciatively.

I didn't open them till someone tapped on my forehead and I looked up to see a guy. He was standing on the ground beside the banister, and he was built like a basketball player, very tall, very lean, cute in a jock way.

"Uh," he said, "is this the library?"

"Don't you know?" I asked. He was wearing an Ohio University T-shirt and he had some textbooks under his arm.

"Unh-unh," he grinned. "I've been here three years and this is the first time I've ever had to."

"Too bad," I consoled. "One more year and you could have tried for a record of some kind."

He smiled in agreement. "Life gets tasteless, don't it?"

He planted himself on the steps beside me and we began to talk. Obviously he didn't care if he never got to the library. His name was Alan Burke, and he was indeed a basketball player. Not All-American, or whatever basketball players get to be, but pretty good. At least, that's what he told me.

We were still talking when Aunt Sue and Lee Kinloch came out of the library and down the stairs. "Oh, hi," I told them. "Are you ready to go, Aunt Sue?" She nodded.

"You don't have to run off, do you?" Alan wondered. "I mean, I'd hate to lose you now. Would your aunt mind if you hung around a little while? I could take you home."

"Go ahead, if you want to," Aunt Sue said considerately. "You remember how to get back to Sugar Creek, don't you, Pam?" I was pretty sure I did, and so she and Lee went on. I was sorry to see them go, especially him. I'd been hoping I might have a chance to work my wiles on him – maybe even today – and this Alan character just wasn't in Lee's league.

But Alan was pleasant, and aggressive, too, and when he suggested a guided tour of the campus, I shrugged and went along. His tastes inclined to the more secluded areas, I was quick to learn. We went down a hillside, passing between two fraternity houses, and he led me across the dried-up bed of the Hocking River.

Alan led me up the bank and he pointed out the squirrels which scampered boldly everywhere. They were, he said, descended from the squirrels of Harvard Common. The founders of Ohio University were all Harvard men, and one of them went east to get shrub cuttings and fauna from Harvard Yard to add the homey touch to the new school's grounds.

That was a nice story, and Alan elaborated on it as we walked. Almost before I knew it we were deeply surrounded by trees and it was shady and cool and a squirrel was chattering on a limb overhead when Alan took me in his arms and pulled me tight for some kissing.

He was over a foot taller than I was, even with my three-inch heels on, and I stood on tiptoes until his hands clamped onto the cheeks of my butt. He lifted me up then, and I locked my legs around his calves as we rocked and kissed together.

My tits ground into his chest and my crotch was upon his. I could feel the presence of a cock inside his pants, a sizable cock indeed, growing more sizable by the minute. I pushed it with my cunt-mound, feeling it grow stiffer, firmer, and I should have been excited. But I wasn't.

His kissing was okay, I suppose, with plenty of tongue and lip action, and he was taking my breath away with it. His hands were big and hard and strong on my butt, and his body supported mine with no discernible effort. Alan was in good shape. So maybe it was me. Maybe I was just tired of it all.

He took a firmer handhold on my butt and his fingers began to dig into my skin through the velvety yellow layer of shorts and the panties underneath. Two of his fingers tickled the leg opening and started to wiggle inside, their obvious goal my covered pussy. I squirmed uncomfortably in Alan's grasp and loosened my legs from his.

"Unh-unh," I said, taking my mouth away from his and trying to step once more to the ground.

"Uh-huh," he grinned, holding me tightly with my legs kicking in air, and he crushed his mouth down upon mine.

I got my hand against his chest and tried to push myself away from him. Stop it! My body was telling him, but his body was having none of it.

Finally Alan let me sink to my heels on the soft grass. I backed away from him but he followed, and before I knew it I was really backed – against a tree with him pressing me from the front, trapping me where I stood. When he took my chin in hand and lifted my face to aware himself another kiss, I bit his lip.

His head snapped back and he rubbed the wound with his finger. "You're too fast," I said. "Give a girl a chance, will you!"

His answer was to pull open the tie of my halter and cover my bared tits with his big strong hands. He squeezed and caressed, manipulating me roughly while I warbled in protest. I tried to shove him away, but my feminine resistance was a joke in contrast to the power of his body.

"Leggo, damn it!" I was angry, breathing hard, and my tits swelled up big and full as they rose and fell. Alan's eyes grew dreamy looking into mine as he cradled my boobs in his palms. He leaned his groin against me and I felt his cock, even harder than it was before.

"Let's fuck now," he suggested. "I have to be at the gym by two-thirty for a workout."

"Get away," I replied, jiggling in his grasp. "I don't want to fuck." I didn't. He was too crude, too aggressive, took too much for granted. So what if he was cute, with an obvious hard-on? He was still a boy, and I'd had my fill of boys.

Alan let me feel the hot throb of his boner then, grinding his body on mine. "Tell him," he suggested, eyes flashing down to his cock for a second. "Tell him you don't want to fuck."

He pulled me to the ground with him, and still I was leaned against the bole of the tree with Alan pinning me from the front. One of his hands cruised back and forth between my freed tits while the other cupped the crotchstrip of my panties and the warm plump bulge lurking inside. He squeezed firmly and I felt my cunt almost thrusting itself more enthusiastically into his grip. Ouch! I was still sore from last night, even if my puss seemed to have a slutty little mind of its own!

"Nice," he complimented rue between sucker bites on my neck. "Hurry up and get undressed. I have a foot of pounding meat that has to get buried, and your little hole is just the place."

What a line! Universities spoil athletic stars, you know. They give them cash, a car, fancy apartments, all the pussy they can eat or screw – anything to keep a winning team. And Alan Burke was spoiled rotten. I'd gone for a walk with him, I'd let him kiss me – therefore, my twat was pouting for his prick. Jocks don't do much for me. They're usually so in love with their own beautiful bodies that they don't have any thought to spare for other beautiful bodies – like mine. All they want is a tight hole to puddle in.

Alan got his knee between my legs and it replaced his hand in rubbing my pussy. His thighs were long and hard, well-muscled, and one of them was wedged tightly against my box. God, when he slid it up and down! I couldn't believe I'd been slut enough to fuck myself with a bottle last night, but my aching gash reminded me vividly, and I moaned in discomfort as he grew more aggressive.