A Brief Glimpse of the World of Adults
2002-12-03
Confused, I was about to leave when I heard a bump from upstairs. I went to the bottom of the stairs and was going to call up but the situation seemed so strange that I didn't. Was it burglars? Had Aunt Katherine and the vicar been kidnapped? I imagined myself on the front cover of the newspapers with the headline: 'Boy 14 foils Vicarage Intruders'. I started to quietly climb the stairs; half way up I once more heard a bump, it came from what I presumed was one of the bedrooms. Fearfully I crossed the landing and listened at the door. Hearing what sounded like a bed banging on a wall I knelt down and looked through the keyhole. It took me a moment to figure out the tangle of flesh, but I when I did I realised that Aunt Katherine and the vicar were having it off on the bed! As I knelt there my heart pounded in my chest and I couldn't move. I hardly breathed as I watched them, too shocked to think straight. I knew what they were doing, I'd heard all about it and seen models posing in porno rags that circulated at school, but the real thing was much more visceral than I had ever imagined. Shocked by the scene and the thought of my aunt and the vicar I managed to back away and creep downstairs. I went back to the study, wrote a note to tell her I was going and then stuck it behind the windscreen wiper of her car as I left. I ran to the bus stop and caught the bus just as it was leaving. When I finally got home from my outing, Aunt Katharine was getting tea ready. I didn't think I could face her but she called out from the kitchen, told me she had found my note and asked me if I had had a good afternoon. I mumbled some reply without meeting her eyes then she carefully asked me why I had left a note and not spoken to her directly. I told her that I had gone to find her in the vicarage, but no-one was there.
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A worried look briefly crossed her face, and then she said that I must have arrived when they were in the attic looking for curtains for the Church Hall stage. I just shrugged it off, trying desperately not to go red. That evening I lay on my bed, the one place I could go to get out from under the feet of my aunt, and pondered the day's events. I wondered how often Aunt Katharine and the vicar got together and realised that in all the time I'd been there she'd seen quite a lot of him. The vicar wasn't married and was younger than her, probably in his forties. He wasn't a particularly attractive man, he had a lisp and was thin and pale. Naked he had seemed even more unattractive, all hairy legs and buttocks. I hadn't seen that much of Aunt Katharine's naked body. She was also pale, but a medium build. I had seen one of her legs dangling off the bed as the vicar seemed to bounce on top of her and one of her large breasts squashed flat on the bed. . I shuddered. The adult world seemed so mysterious; I had no idea what he could see in her or she in him. I hadn't thought much about it but always assumed adults stopped having sex after about thirty as they were too old. I was intrigued and wanted to find out more.nymphs athens greece escort
I realised to my shame that my cock was getting hard thinking about the whole thing and the brief glimpse I'd had of 'real' sex, even between two such unattractive people. I took out my cock and began to stroke it. Thoughts of my mother's naked sister body filled my mind unbidden and I came quickly and with far more vigour than I'd ever cum before. It was good and I wanted more. The next day, I observed Aunt Katharine carefully. Did she seem any different now that I knew she was having a secret affair with the vicar? No. How are adults able to hide so cleverly the secret parts of their lives? My close observations did pay off though; I overhead her talking to the vicar on the hall phone and agreeing to meet him that afternoon. I was determined to see more this time. Aunt Katharine left the house at two o'clock. She seemed her normal self, that is to say miserable, and was dressed in her usual dull matronly clothes. As soon as she had driven off, I raced after her on my bike, pedalling at full speed. I arrived at the village nineteen minutes later, panting and gasping - my all time speed record! Sure enough, Aunt Katherine's car was outside the vicarage. I padlocked my bike to a lamppost a couple of streets away and crept down the alley that connected the houses behind the vicarage. The gate to the vicar's garden was locked, so I scrambled on top of a rubbish bin and peered over the fence. No sign of them, so, heart pounding, I crept into the garden and up to the house.Greece Escort Ladies
There was no way they would have ever have noticed me - the vicar was screwing Aunt Katherine mercilessly. I always thought that sex would be enjoyable, but these two seemed to be in agony. Aunt Katherine, clothes still on but totally awry, was on all fours and the vicar was behind her, pumping madly. Aunt Katherine appeared to be groaning in pain with each stroke and the vicar's eyes were screwed shut and his face distorted. My own cock began to rise and I felt the need to touch it. Pulling open my shorts, I gripped myself and began to masturbate. I no longer cared if it was right or wrong - I felt like I had entered the dangerous world of adults, where pleasure appeared to be painful. I came before they did, shooting my spunk onto my knee and the vicar's patio. Red-faced I stuffed the subsiding erection back in my shorts and legged it back down the garden and over the fence. Over the next days I mulled over what I had seen. I started to make connections about the adult world. Pleasure is pain. That would explain why adults claim to enjoy drinks like beer and whisky; I had sampled both and found them disgusting. I also began to suspect that all married couples were secretly having affairs. Maybe Uncle Jack even knew? I watched adults to see if I could see any glimpse of this secret world they hid.excort service athens
All the time I was becoming obsessed with Aunt Katherine and her pale body and large breasts. Her attitude to me never changed of course. I'm ashamed to admit that eventually I even stole some of her clothes. I would take them under my blankets and masturbate as I sniffed them. One morning, when she was out, I even dressed up in her clothes and paraded in front of the large mirror in her bedroom. I imagined being her, being fucked by the vicar and then, ultimately, shamefully, being fucked by me. As soon as I came I would be disgusted with myself. I would take off the clothes as quickly as I dared without ripping them. I was starting to worry that I was becoming gay. I was fourteen, had no girlfriend, knew hardly any girls from the village and went to an all-boys school. Would a girl ever find me attractive? Would she ever want me to do what the vicar and Aunt Katharine did, or was that only for ugly people? I kept thinking that with a girl I'd be different. We'd hold hands and kiss but never do that beastly act that adults did. My thoughts would start pure, but then I could see us progressing, taking off our clothes, then I would start masturbating and the nice images would fade to be replaced by thoughts of us rutting like animals. I would cum and feel like I was being torn apart. A few days later Aunt Katharine asked me to go to town to pick up some dry cleaning she had left there.Greece EscortNews independent escort from Athens, Greece
The round trip usually took about three hours so I suspected that she just wanted me out the house so she could entertain the vicar. I pretend to leave then went and hid in the garden. . . A man arrived at ten o'clock, I didn't recognise him but I suppose he roughly about forty and dressed very smartly. Fortunately they sat in the lounge drinking tea, so I could see them through the big patio windows. Nothing appeared to be happening and then with no warning, Aunt Katherine stood and began to strip in front of him. I couldn't believe it! They hadn't kissed or touched and the man still sat calmly in his chair, holding his cup of tea, watching her. Aunt Katharine had her back to me and was already unbuttoning her blouse. The blouse was placed on the table beside her before she reached behind her back to unclip her bra. I saw the side of one of her large breasts again as she turned but only for a second. She loosened her skirt and slid it down her legs. After it had been put beside her, she removed her panties as well. Naked, her back to me, I could only see her buttocks, which were full and firm. I longed to touch them.Athens Elite Directory independent escort from Athens, Greece
She walked to the man and stood in front of him. He ran his hands over her legs and bum. I prayed for her to turn, to let me see all of her magnificent body, but I was out of luck. She held out her hand to him, he stood and they left the room and went upstairs. I knew I would see no more so after waiting for five more minutes I put on my bicycle clips, cycled into the village and caught the bus to town. The bus was quiet, only three people were on it. I sat by myself thinking about Aunt Katherine. So she had two lovers. How many more I wondered? I wished I was a fly on the wall of her bedroom right then. I wanted to see all that she and that man did. I just wanted to watch her. Visions of her stripping filled my mind again and I went to the back of the nearly empty bus and made myself cum. From that day on I tried to find ways to see Aunt Katherine naked. I would walk in unexpected to her bedroom but all I got was verbal abuse for failing to knock. I tried to climb trees in the garden and peer in her window but the view wasn't right.Escort News Growing Guide is an International Escort Directory of European Escorts. We HAVE a Full Listing of France Italy and Greece Overseas Independent
I was desperate. One day, while she was out I went in to her bedroom and looked for a place to hide. Really there were only two options: under the bed or in the wardrobe. I climbed in the wardrobe, which was a heavy, antique affair and found that by removing the big iron key from the lock I had a perfect view of the bed. Two days later Aunt Katherine again asked me again to go to town with a feeble excuse about picking up a book. I made a big song and dance about leaving, slamming the front door, but staying inside the house. Aunt Katherine was busy in the kitchen so I crept back upstairs and hid in the wardrobe. I locked the wardrobe door from the inside and took out the key. Now, even if she wanted to open the wardrobe, Aunt Katherine would not be able. I waited for what seemed like hours amongst the smell of her clothes. I even considered masturbating but managed to hold back, thinking of what may come. I must have drifted off in the musty cupboard as I was startled by the sound of talking and footsteps on the stairs. I glued my eye to the keyhole and saw Aunt Katherine and yet another man enter the room. He was older than either the vicar or the smart looking man. I guessed he was about my Aunt's age.This Turkey Escorts section includes the full listing of Turkey Escort Girls - Turkey ESCORTS GUIDE, Turkey Massage.
He demanded straight away that she strip and she complied instantly. This time, after she removed her clothing, piece by piece I saw her naked body in all its glory. Her large breasts sagged, the nipples drawn into dark ovals. Between her legs was an unbelievable abundance of dark black hair. Once naked the man had her bend over the bed. To my surprise he slapped her bum several times, hard, as though she had been naughty about something. He seemed very grim and forceful and I wondered what my Aunt had done wrong. I half felt like leaping out of the wardrobe to defend her. Would that make her fall in love with me?After several hard slaps he told to 'prepare'. Aunt Katherine pulled some scarves from her bedside cabinet and proceeded to attach them to the four corners of her bed. I was fascinated. Then she knelt on the bed, facing the top and reached back and tied her ankles to the bottom two scarves. She put another scarf in her mouth before tying her left wrist to the third scarf and lying spread-eagled, face down on top of her bed. The man appeared beside her and secured her right wrist. The thought of my aunt's constrained body made my cock rigid.athens city tours escorts
Neither of them spoke, as if this was some old ritual. The man pushed his fingers into her pussy as she struggled, moved them around for a while then abruptly pulled them out and slapped her backside as hard as he could. I realised then why she was wearing the gag; she would surely have screamed otherwise. Worse was to come. He pulled his trousers down, straddled her legs and started to work his dick into what I'm sure must have been her arse hole. I watched spellbound as he screwed her bound body. Whatever he was doing was painful for Aunt Katharine as her back was arched and her head was thrashing from side to side. I was spellbound. I couldn't move. One part of me felt sorry for her. I wanted to rush out and save her. Another part of me though was fascinated and aroused. The savage beating and anal rape of my aunt made me so hard that it hurt. The man must have cum, because he climbed off her and after cleaning his dick on the top sheet, pulled up his trousers. He pulled the gag from Aunt Katherine's mouth and she sobbed out loud.şişli bayan eskortlar şişli escort bayanlar şişli eskort bayan
Still tied, she asked him to fetch her housecoat to cover her. He looked round the room then asked her where it was. "In the wardrobe," she replied. In fright I backed away from the keyhole as quickly as I dared.-
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