Hank Faber - Auntie s Naughty Boys

love."

"Is that what you're doing, Auntie? Saving yourself for a special man?" Julie asked innocently.

"And why not?" Aunt Dee countered. "What is wrong with saving oneself for the right person?"

"I thought you did not approve of any-ah-physical love," Julie said.

Aunt Dee flushed. "There are wifely duties that a woman must perform, no matter how distasteful to her they may be," Aunt Dee said and checked her wristwatch. She did not seem to want to continue this conversation with her niece. "Ah, I'm going out for lunch, Julie. Look after the shop, will you? And don't get yourself into any mischief."

"Yessum," Julie said and shook her head as she watched the departing figure of her aunt. Poor Aunt Dee. She wanted to make out that she was such a prude, while all the time, under that prissy exterior, she had a yen to be fucked. Look how she held Herbie's hard prick while she walloped his bare bottom. The woman was aching for prick or-? Julie smiled to herself. Maybe she wanted a gentler sort of love, a female tongue up her crack, for instance. There had been this matron back at reform school, who had been so much like Aunt Dee, always preaching against sex and fucking and all, until one day Julie and her friend Lisa had taken down the woman's pants and licked her cunt for her until she came so much the girls had thought she would never stop. It had been a blast. They had made the bitch beg for another pussy tonguing and made her suck the clits of the thirty girls in the cottage before letting her get off on a couple of stiff tongues again.

Julie rubbed her clit through the dregs at the thought of how well the matron had sucked it for her, rolling the pink pearl between tongue and teeth until Julie had come with such a powerful jolt, she had nearly smothered the woman between her thighs. Julie almost wished she were back at reform school. It was not as straight as this dumb dress shop, but they were going to send her to this place for incorrigible girls, and she had heard that it was real bad there with solitary and all. Julie yawned, when a young woman came in the door. Julie looked her over, tugged down her dress and went up to her.

"May I help you, ma'am?" Julie asked.

The customer was about twenty-two or three, a pale blonde with a lovely slender body, married- because she wore rings-but looking as innocent as a twelve-year-old virgin.

"Oh, I'm just looking, thank you," the woman said and went down the aisles* touching a dress here, a blouse there. Julie leaned against the counter and watched the slim, pale blonde nervously glance about.

"Anything in particular that I could show you?" Julie drawled.

The blonde looked at her with big, wide-open pale violet eyes. "Something in pants," the blonde woman customer said, "something not-not too loose, you understand."

"Sure, I understand," Julie said and looked the young woman customer up and down. "You're a ten, aren't you?"

The pale blonde nodded, and blushed.

Julie went over to a rack and pulled three different colors and patterns of pants out. "How about tops? Would you like me to show you some?" the girl asked the customer.

The young woman nodded.

Julie showed her four, and the young woman selected three and followed the teenage girl into the dressing room. Julie deliberately left the curtain partly open and stationed herself where she could watch the young married woman undress.

The pale blonde pulled her dress up and off over her head, revealing modest white panties and bra. She had smooth, pale legs and nice, full boobs. When she turned to bend and pick up one of the jersey tops, her panties tightened across a lovely, high-set but womanly ass. She looked so vulnerable, innocent, almost virginal. She put on a jersey top and slipped her bare legs into one of the pairs of pants. "May I check the fit?" Julie asked. "Sizes vary from manufacturer to manufacturer, you know."

"Oh, you can come in," the young woman said. "I'm decent."

The blonde teenager stepped into the dressing room and the young woman shyly avoided her appraising glance. "Oh, you mustn't wear a bra under that kind of top," Julie said with authority.

"Really?" the young woman quavered. "But I've never worn clothes just over my-ah-bare skin."

"The natural look," Julie said. "Here let me help you off with this top, and we'll try it." She pulled the young woman's top up, touching her arms and shoulders, and stepped back, holding the garment. "Just slip your bra off," the teenage girl said. The woman' hesitated. "No need to be shy, ma'am," Julie assured her. "There's nobody here but us."

The woman blushed again, but obediently unhooked her bra in back and let it drop. A pair of lovely, firm tits with pale rose nipples hung free.

"Here, let me help you with the top-" Julie began, then frowned and looked down at the woman's pants. "But no, ma'am, that breaks the lines, bunches up in the crotch-"

"What?" the woman asked confused, standing there with her naked boobs out and a pink blush on her face.

"The pants, you really shouldn't wear anything under them, if you want them to fit you best."

"Oh!" the young, married woman said. Her pale, smooth tits quivered.

"Just slip them off," Julie said, unzipped the pants, and peeled them down. When her face was even with the customer's cunt mound, Julie deliberately licked her lips. Then she looked up into the woman's face and saw the hungry look in the pale violet eyes. "Shall we try it without the panties?" Julie asked.

"Try what?" the young woman asked hi return. Her tits quivered. She saw Julie's eyes on them and modestly covered herself with her arms.

"The pants with nothing under them," Julie said.

The pale violet eyes suddenly met Julie's. "If you think it's better," the young woman customer said and slipped her panties down her hips.

She had a pale blonde pussy, and in-the mirror, her ass shone pale and full-fleshed. The violet eyes had a wild luster in them, as the young woman exhibited her naked body to the teenage girl.

Julie reached for the young woman's tits. She cupped their resilient softness and kissed the woman on the mouth; her tongue darted between the young wife's lips, and the naked woman kissed the sixteen-year-old suntanned blonde girl back with fierce urgency. The girl fondled the pale, rosebud-tipped tits, rolling the stiffening nipples between thumb and forefinger, as the sex-starved young wife started breathing hard and pressing her belly and cunt mound against the teenage salesgirl. Julie pulled her tongue out of the hot-tailed young wife's mouth and fastened her lips over the woman's right nipple, her tongue teasing the nub of flesh. The young woman ground her hips against the girl's belly, and the teenager, while sucking first one tit and then the other, cupped the recently married woman's pale, plump ass-cheeks with both hands, drawing them apart until the rosy asshole and the rear view of her flushed and lust-swollen cunt pouch with its glistening pink slit showed in the dressing room mirror.

The randy teenage girl's long-fingered hand darted towards the exposed cunt-flesh and two fingers thrust into the warm wetness of the woman's willing slit.

"Yes! Oh yes!" the youthful matron moaned while her breath came short and hard. Her pale hands busied themselves with the bodice of the teenage girl's dress until the erect adolescent tits sprang out, naked, cream-skinned boobs with dusky pink nipples. The woman's hungry mouth sucked them, her lust fanned by the girl's ringers squishing in and out of the near-virgin cunt, so tight were its elastic walls.

"Wow!" Julie said, amazed at the woman's unbridled hands that searched under her skirt until eager fingers found her naked cunt-flesh, inflamed with lust and well-lubricated with pussy-juice.

The woman had spread her legs, knees slightly bent, and rode Julie's hand as if the fingers were a man's cock.