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Camping with Aunt Lynn
By
Jan
It was the middle of June, 1987, when my family had made plans to have a family reunion campout not far north of St. Lgnace. Someone in the family knew of a place on a lake that would not be that crowded. It was a beautiful second growth pristine forested area, a kid's paradise. There were about 25 people there, lots of cousins, aunts and uncles.
There was Mom, Dad, two sisters, a brother and me representing my family. My father had a large tent that slept five comfortably. My aunt Lynn volunteered to let me sleep in her tent.
She had a small two-man A-frame tent. It posed no problem for us to share her tent, because at the age of 9 I was rather small. I might have been overcompensating for my size by being the ultimate 'Tomboy.' I played all of the sports games with the boys. I spent a lot of time getting dirty. If I did not have a bruise on my body it was because I was sick in bed. That is not to say I didn't enjoy getting dressed up when necessary, and playing with dolls. Camping has always suited my personality.
Back then I had reddish-orange hair, cut in a bob (back then it was called a Dorothy Hamill cut, because of her Olympic achievements). Before that my hair was always in a ponytail or pigtails. I was a slow developer I had pale white skin, and sun burned easily. I was only 47 inches tall at the time. I had the figure like a boy back then.
My sisters and brother were older than me. Being the baby of the family was the reason I worked so hard for acceptance and attention. I preferred to hang out with older boys and girls.
Aunt Lynn was about 27 or 28 at the time. She had the reputation of being the family wild child. She was the earthy type of woman. She looked like a typical hippie back then. She didn't wear makeup. She wore handmade sandals long colorful print dresses, without underwear. The family looked upon her as the harmless fruitcake. None of them suspected that her girlfriends were more than platonic relationships. There were men always seeking her company, so no one suspected her true lifestyle. She was an attractive young woman, and tall for a female. She was five-feet nine. Her figure was on the slender side, but she had generous hips, long legs and round full breasts. She had dishwater blonde hair, long angular, intelligent looking face. All of the females and most of the males had Irish upturned or pug-noses. She had a loud spontaneous laugh. There was no mistaking when she was around.
After the adults and older children set up their campsite the women set about preparing meals and the males and children played games until hunger would bring them to the picnic tables. There was no set meal time; everyone just snacked whenever they felt like it. As the sun set the men set up a campfire in a fire pit. Everyone was gathering around the campfire. The adults were drinking beer or wine. The children were roasting marshmallows and hotdogs. Some of the family had brought along their acoustic guitars, which led to everyone singing, most of them off key. One by one people and couples drifted off to their tents for the night.
There were only a few diehards left when Lynn made her way to the tent. I was already out cold. Heat is relative. The sleeping bag I was using was a three season bag. It was a little warm for a bag rated to -20 degrees. I had unzipped the bag. I may have even kicked the bag off of my body before Lynn entered the tent. Sometime during the night I woke up and felt the warmth of Lynn's body pressing against my back. Lynn was spooning me. Her mouth was next to my ear and I could smell booze. Her hand was rubbing my tummy under my night shirt. I must have moved and made a noise because she whispered in my ear, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh be quiet!"
I lay there the rest of the night as Lynn molested me. She rubbed me under the nightshirt. There were no breasts to play with but she sure toyed with my nipples until they felt raw to the touch. She also rubbed my pubic bulge on top of my underwear before she slipped her hand under my panties. She never penetrated my pussy, but she did stimulate my little clit until I practically crawled up the sides of the tent. She didn't break my hymen. I did enjoy the feelings she was inducing in me.
I think she was using her other hand to masturbate (I didn't understand what that was at the time). I felt her front grind against my butt. She was whispering, "You are a sweet, hot, sexy looking girl. I never had a girlfriend as cute as you, when I was your age."
I don't think I spoke at all. I was trying to pretend that I was asleep. At some point in the darkest point in the morning she went tense and groaned. I assume she was climaxing. She buried her face into my neck and shoulder, as her crotch ground into my butt. That was all that happened that night. She continued to spoon me. Her last words were, "We will talk about this in the morning. Goodnight, honey."
I woke up because her moving around disturbed me. She was kneeling in the tent while she was changing clothes. This was the first time I ever saw her without clothes on. She was all smiles and happy, very matter of fact about what she was doing. She had to bend over in the small tent with her head down as she talked about the canoe trip we were going to take that day. I just laid there watching her while we talked. I wondered for a moment if I had just had a sexy dream about her feeling me up last night.
Lynn lay down next to me and kissed me on the cheek as she said, "Last night was crazy. I hope I didn't scare you." She was talking about it as if it was no big deal. She did ask, 'Are you okay?"
I had been confused by her orgasm. Her question made me pause, as I tried to figure out what to say.
Lynn asked, "Did you like what I did to you last night?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Would you like to do something like that again?" she was so cool about it. I thought she was so beautiful and her body smelled good too.
I said, "Sure," why not really knowing what else we could do.
She cautioned me, "Don't tell anyone what we do from now on!"
I acted like it was obvious that it was only between us, but actually I only vaguely understood that what we had done was considered wrong. Knowing that what she did to me was considered wrong just made it more exciting. It was the forbidden fruit, doing something that would elicit the wrath of my father made it all the more exciting. Because of my response Lynn kissed me.
That was my first kiss, at least the first real kiss. A full grown kiss, I thought she was going to eat my mouth. She covered all of my mouth with hers and her tongue invaded my mouth. Holy shit, she used lots of tongue. It seemed to last a long time. When she stopped kissing me she reminded me to keep quiet about our relationship, and then she crawled through the opening of the tent on her way to breakfast.
It was going to be one of those overcast days. You know, gray sky and humid. It was obvious that it was going to rain. There was a badminton net set up, and there was a dead bird trapped in the net. It must have gotten caught in the net and panicked. I was standing there looking at the dead bird while everything else was going on as if no one noticed the bird or cared. It was like the first day, children playing games at the lakes edge and adult males either drinking beer or working their way around the edge of the lake fishing, women cooking or fussing over infants. These are the things I will always remember (funny what you remember).
It startled me when I heard Aunt Lynn calling my name. She was standing by our tent. "Mel come in the tent bunny, I have games set up in here!"
I knew instantly what she meant. She said it loud enough for anyone to hear. It seemed really bold of her, I thought. I thought about pretending not to hear her, or going to my parent's tent, instead I went to her tent. I followed her instructions. I suspect that was the moment I became a submissive.
Following her instructions I unzipped the tent. We crawled into the tent. I moved to the back of the tent while she closed the flap. When she turned back around to face me she gave me a lover's smile (I learned to recognize later). The pitter-patter of raindrops began to turn into a full downpour, as Lynn struggled to pull her dress over her head.
I heard people scrambling to get out of the rain, as Lynn finished pulling her dress off. As I had noted before, our flower child did not have any underwear on. I watched her remove her sandals. She did have nice looking breasts and her pubic bush was a light brown. She helped me remove my shorts and baggy T-shirt before she had me recline on top of our sleeping bags. She parted my legs and went down on me (a term I would become very familiar with).
I had thought of the wet area so close to where my waste came out of my body as being nasty. The thought that my aunt would actually like placing her mouth over the place where I peed from seemed incomprehensible to me. It was wickedly erotic too. The things she did with her mouth and tongue stimulated me like nothing I had ever felt before. It was all I could do to keep from moaning as she sucked my pussy for the first time. (I will always associate the sound of rain on the walls of a tent and the smell of a damp tent and forest with oral sex.) When I could not take the feelings she was inducing in me, I had to push her head away from my cunt.
Lynn rolled over onto her own empty sleeping bag. She lay there with her legs spread wide. I eventually rolled over on top of her and studied her pussy. I can't find the words that adequately describe the smell of her pussy. I could not resist moving my head close to her cunt and spreading her open to look at her pussy. Some of the hairs close to her opening were wet and clung to the skin. There was a stiff ridge that led to her hooded clitoris. The hood turned into smoky brown labia that reminded me of the meat of a razor clam. This was the first vagina I had ever seen and I looked into the canal. I saw where she peed from and the ragged and lumpy skin where her hymen had been. The wider I spread her open allowed me to see deeper into the flexible opening and the bulge of her cervix. Lynn placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled my head down against her cunt.
For the first time in my life I tasted a wet pussy. She was whispering to me to stick out my tongue and lick her clit and stuff it into her cunt. It was more than I could process. I smashed my face against her flesh. I was getting as much satisfaction from bringing her to a climax as her doing it to me. When she did cum, I actually had a climax too. The pounding rain at least drowned out the moans that we were making.
I was afraid that at any moment someone would open the flap and discover what we were doing. That also added to the excitement of the forbidden act.
Aunt Lynn and I became very close after that weekend. When I was a little older she even took me to a pot party. The house was owned by an older woman. She was a sweet looking little old lady that looked like a Norman Rockwell portrait of a granny. The only thing was she had a taste for young ladies pussies. The hostess of the party was a woman I guess was in her mid twenties. She was a tall woman about five-feet seven or nine. She was very slender. She had dark curly hair, shoulder length. All she had on was a wraparound skirt that was almost ankle length. She was barefooted, but what I could not take my eyes off of was her breasts, they were not all that large and sagged. They looked like empty coin purses with pink nipples. She was totally comfortable with her nudity.
I didn't count the women at the party. I guess there were about a dozen women there. They all looked like college aged young women. They all looked like hippies, wild or braided hair, a Hodge- podge of clothing styles and colors. They dressed like the bought 'Goodwill' discards. The party was in full swing by the time we got there. The house had that acrid smell of marijuana and the rooms had a smoky haze. Lynn introduced me to the owner of the house and the hostess.
The older woman was as sweet as could be. She fussed over me and kissed me sweetly. The hostess was named Alma and when she kissed me I could taste the acrid pot taste in her mouth. Alma was hot to get me in the swing of the party right away.
She picked up a pot bong and lit it up. She filled her lungs and then kissed me. She blocked my nose with her cheek while she opened my mouth with her tongue before she blew the smoke into my lungs. She kept my mouth covered while I started to sputter. When she removed her mouth I coughed a couple of times. Alma took another hit and repeated her kiss. It took a few minutes of coughing before I began to feel the effects. The first thing I noticed is that it got darker. At first I thought someone had turned the lights down. Then it felt like my body was detached from my mind. I could feel my clothes being removed but it was a blur. I have no idea how many of the women had helped remove my clothes.
Alma lifted one of her sagging breasts and fed one into my mouth. I sucked on her nipple like a greedy baby. Then she took one of her long slender arms and placed her hand behind her head. I saw that she had hair under her arm. She pulled my head to her armpit. I smelled her sweaty underarm and felt the hair on my face. I licked her underarm.
Alma pulled the string that tied her skirt around her waist. When she dropped the skirt and sat down in a comfortable chair, I got a good look at her body. Her long slender legs were unshaven. There was dark hair all over them. Her pussy was unshaven too. There was not a lot of hair, but some of it was growing on the inside of her thighs. I didn't resist when she pulled my head down into her lap.
I was hardly aware that the other women were gathered around while they felt each other up as they watched me sucking Alma's pussy. I had a desire to play with my pussy while I was sucking her pussy, but when I tried to place my hand on my cunt I found that someone's hand was already there. Someone sat on the floor and lied on her back under me. I was lifted up and placed over someone's head. Whoever it was they sure knew what to do with their tongue. Just when I thought I had experienced it all, I got another surprise.
Someone parted my butt and I felt a cool breath on my asshole. I was busy at the time stuffing my tongue into Alma's pussy, when I felt a wet tongue swabbing my asshole. I was introduced to rimming while tasting a hairy pussy. I have no idea how many times I climaxed that evening.
I even got to taste the owner's graying pussy, between thick thighs. She turned out to be one of the best pussy suckers I ever met. I don't even know if I had sex with all of the women that night or not. I'm sure I had sex with some more than once. Alma had even sat on my face and rubbed her pussy all over my face. I tasted her cunt and asshole before she was finished. As much as I love hairless pussies, that night I developed a taste for hairy smelly pussy too.
Another time I had met a woman at the library and gone home with her. She had two women living with her. I became the center of attention. My tongue and hands were in different pussies at all times. They smothered my face with their wet cunts while one of them would eat my pussy. I had experienced golden showers and had women piss in my mouth. I had even swallowed urine. Women had even introduced me to anal sex. I had licked assholes that were as smooth as a baby's butt and wrinkled assholes covered in hair. I had even fist fucked a woman that had to be over 50-years old. Women had fucked my pussy and asshole with dildos. Lynn had protected me from men but women were another thing.
Lynn eventually took it upon herself to head for San Francisco, California. That was just before my sixteenth birthday. As soon as I got my driver's license and got the use of my own car I was always on the prowl for available women. I even taught some girlfriends about sex. Rainy days in the forest are still special for me.
Until now, I might have told 6 people about my aunt seducing me. I followed Aunt Lynn like a puppy for at least five years. During that time I found out there were other women that enjoyed sex with girls. I was 13-years old before I was ever kissed by a boy. I had even shared a bed with three women at one time.
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