A FOOT CRANK’S CONFESSION - Part 20 of 37

 

CHAPTER NINETEEN:

“It is said in an ancient script that if the nectar of two lovers does not get exchange in their love-making the lovers are bound to get weaker. This exchange is said to happen in the event of an intercourse when both lovers climax together; the man discharging his semen inside the woman’s vagina and the woman releases her honey while the man’s erect penis is still inside her, the nectars are said to be absorbed by each other’s genitals.  And if they are at a period where they are avoiding intercourse the text even recommends that they exchange their nectar orally. That is said to be giving them both a considerable amount of their sexual strength lost in the act” Aunt Hillary said still playing with my chest hair.

“You said the same happens by eating those Dates put in Bee’s honey, know?” I asked.

“Yes, but that is a substitute the scripts give. Because the scripts itself describes that oral exchange may always not be applicable. Everyone is not very keen in having ‘Oral-Sex’. The scripts warn that the nectar of some lovers may naturally be as sweet as honey but some others may taste not that good.  Again they say by changing one’s diet and taking certain herbals one can make one’s nectar taste better”

“Other than that there are also hygienic issues. Lovers should always keep their genitals clean if they intend to have oral sex. Because one might not be very comfortable with the idea of taking another’s genital in to his or hers mouth if not sure it is clean and inviting. The Kama-sutra even advice lovers to apply perfumes on one’s body and expose the genitals to incense smoke before making love”

“Bill and I loved oral sex. Bill tasted good and said I was the best he had tasted! Hah ha!! So, I think I can’t taste that awful. Would you be okay if go on another step forward and have a bit of oral? You can think about it and tell me” she said kissing my neck.

“Well aunty, there is nothing to think about it actually. I was logging to put my lips on your pussy and suck them. I had almost committed doing it several times. It was that you always pulled away. So I thought you might not like it. Also, I wished that you would give me a blow-job. Exactly because the reasons you now said I was embarrassed to ask you whether you would do it. I was not sure whether you’d like to take my penis in your mouth in the first place and I’m still not sure how I’d taste” I answered.

“Oh! You taste very good. I’ve licked my fingers and checked it out. If not I wouldn’t be asking you this. You silly!” she playfully shook my chin and kissed my cheek. 

“I’ve suck cocks may be even before you were born. But not had a young cock like yours from a long time. I’m glad that you agree to have oral. May be I could find out whether all these rumors about Mrs. Loren are true” she said with a chuckle.

Mrs. Soma Loren was famously known as ‘Queen of Sophia’ as she was the owner and chair-person of ‘Sophia group of companies’; a leading business establishment in the country. Her fields of business included Banking & Finance, Media and Cinema, Gem & jewelry, plantations, Real estate, Foods & Pharmaceuticals, Tourism and many such others. Mrs. Loren was a lady of may be between fifty five to sixty at that time and a widow with two sons who also were partners of her business. She looked very much younger than her age and was also a very charming & energetic person. She was funding some of Aunt Hillary’s charity projects and I had met her once or twice when I accompanied Aunty; as we went to brief Mrs. Loren about the progress of our projects.

“What rumors about Mrs. Loren?” I asked curious to know.

“Ah! Never mind” she paused for a moment. “I don’t know whether you noticed that there were only young boys working at Soma’s private office. There were hardly any girls even at the reception. The rumor is that she hires a new boy of about eighteen or nineteen years  every year as her personal assistants. Often the boys are said to be good looking healthy lads from rural areas, hand-picked at interviews by Soma herself. Then she offers them accommodation in her luxury apartment for the first few years of their job; saying she needs to have access to her personal assistant around the clock. People say she gets these boys to come to her room every night for her to suck their cocks. A Bogus-Pundit in Astrology had told her it seems; that drinking teenage semen would keep her young and bring her success. Somehow she looks much younger than her age don’t you think?” Aunt Hillary asked laughingly.

“She sure does aunty. But if such a scam is going on how come she doesn’t get exposed?”

“Do you remember that new actor who pop-upped a few years ago, Ryan or something? He came to fame through Soma’s films. Rumors say that he once got drunk with his crew and spilled out how he got the leading role of many films Soma produced.  According to that; he had joined working for Soma as one of her personal assistants. She’s said to keep about two or three of such ‘new’ assistants at her home at any given time and get one or two at a time to her bed room suit on every weekday nights. That’s because she spends her weekends with her family at their family home in Negambo; that I personally know is true. So according to Ryan, the night shift starts with a nude bath in the Jacuzzi with her, where she gets the boys to clean up themselves, while getting herself scrubbed by them. Then she is said to get herself massaged and her feet rubbed by the boys. She’s said to even get her pussy licked by them if the boy’s penis isn’t erect enough for her liking. Once she feels the time is right she is said to suck every drop of semen out of the poor lad. And once she realize that a boy is showing signs of tiredness and  is losing his enthusiasm in this ‘night-shift’ job, she is said to offer him a carrier in any field he likes and makes him promise to keep everything as a secret. Well, that had been what Ryan had said”

“Unfortunately shortly after Ryan had disclosed these secrets, it was revealed in the popular media that Ryan was a drunken liar who had cheated and fabricated stories about many up-coming actresses. There were many up-coming actresses willing to testify against poor Ryan. He was even jailed for a few months for the possession of drugs. It was very evident that someone set him up! His carrier ended-up after that and he got so depressed that he committed suicide. Some still believe that he was murdered”

 “Soma can always cover-up her trails because she owns most of the media and has a lot of political connections too. Besides, all of her victims are said to be assured in good carrier positions within her business empire. So no one therefore makes any complaints even if these rumors may have any truth in them. Sophia is filthy rich and powerful that you wouldn’t imagine how much? Not even her own sons confront any of her decisions. The only person she seems to be listing to is her grand-son. She’s said to adore him and his views. I think her grandson must be of about of your age” Aunt Hillary said.

“Are you saying she might be using her own grand-son as well?” I jumped the gun.

“No silly, did I say anything as such now?” Aunt Hillary said slapping on my chest. “I’m just telling you the rumors I’ve heard. That’s all” she said giggling.

“That reminds me. Aunty, I have a confession to make. Please say you’ll forgive me” I asked apologetically.

“I would if it is a forgivable offence” she said in a stern voice.

“Last February, when you were in Singapore and I was all alone here, I sneaked into your room and went through some of your stuff” I said softly.

“Thank God I locked my wardrobe. I guessed so when I found my shoes in the shoe rack so clean with no dust on them that you had been busy polishing them” she said laughingly.  “And I was waiting to see whether you would confess it to me. So I’m glad you decided to tell it to me. Which means I can trust you” she mocked. “Anything else?” she asked.

“Yes! I know it is very wrong to read other’s letters without their permission. But I found two letters in a cardboard box behind your photo albums and I read those letters your friend Piyumi had sent you” I said.

“You Rascal!” she pretended to be angered. “Now she is ‘Elizabeth’ and she happens to be more of Demi’s friend than mine. I think she still sends letters to Demi with obviously no return address. Anyway, so there it is where those letters are? I was looking for them everywhere. What a coincidence? It was just a week ago that Demi and I talked about her and our photo shoot. Harry and Diane do not know about it. They were very little when we did it. We decided we should show them the photos and I was looking for them in those boxes in the study room. I thought I put them in one of those?” she said annoyed with herself.

“Did Uncle Bill know you posed for such photos with Harry?” I asked.

“Yes, I told Bill about it before we took the pictures. But Demi had not told it with her husband Bruce. They were not in good terms even by that time and they have had a huge fight when Bruce found out about it. I think it quickened their divorce too. What a good thing it happened that way!” Aunt Hillary said.

“So am I forgiven?” I asked to be sure.

“Okay! I’ll forgive you but on one condition. You must promise me that you wouldn’t tell anyone about those rumors I told you about Soma. She is a very important character for our work and she has ears everywhere. So I don’t want her to know that we are gossiping about her behind her back. Understood?” Aunt Hillary said in a commanding tone.

“Sure Aunty! And never mind about the rumors about Sophia, tell me when would be our next date be? When will we be starting our oral sessions?” I asked impatiently.

“Patience, will you? First let me teach you something’s about releasing your sex juices. For all most all men ejaculating semen or cum is quite a normal thing. It could be assured that they’ve had the experience even once in their adult lifetime, at least in their dreams. Dream ejaculation is often common among boys who have just come to puberty. The time taken to release one’s cum and the amount of cum discharged may differ from man to man and also may depend on the situation”

“But when it comes to women the situation differs. Not all women cum and some never would cum during their entire life. Even I was not used in Cumming at the early months of our marriage. Tough we as little girls in the hostel had played with each other’s pussies; I later came to realize that had been just innocent child’s play. We had never masturbated for real like boys did. It was a couple of months after getting married that I mastered the art of releasing myself completely during the act of making love. Now I can do it relatively easily. I know many women who do not happen to cum during sex. Some actually deliberately choose not to cum thinking it would make things messy and spoil all the fun. It depends also on the partner’s attitude towards it I guess?”

“Some have an idea that it is not feminine for a women to go into an organism and ejaculate sex juices. That I think is a very selfish male attitude. But simply most women just don’t know how to, and thus simply can’t release their juices. The ‘Kama-sutra’ says that when a woman is fully aroused sexually she could produce three types of nectar; that is from her mouth, her breast and her vagina”

“The nectar produced in the mouth is said to be not as same as saliva and the sex nectar produced at the breasts is not as same as lactating. The occurrences of both these types of nectar are very rare unless one trains herself in producing them. May be I have produced them ones or twice but am not sure whether it was as same as what the text says”

“The most common way of producing nectar by a woman in sex is through the vagina.  Again this mustn’t be mistaken to be urinating. Sometime a bit of urine too may get escaped with vaginal love juice but vaginal nectar is not urine. Though often this nectar is like white honey some produce a white substance similar to men’s semen out of their pussies. It’s a fascinating thing to get to see a woman producing her pussy juice, though often it goes unnoticed in the midst of the heat of the action” she paused for a moment.

“I had never seen nor imagined that women ejaculated until I saw you do it Aunty” I said shyly. She nodded with a smile and continued.

“Oral-sex is touching your partner’s sexual organs with your mouth and lips. It’s regarded as paying the highest respect to your partner’s genitals. The worshiping of the penis or vagina has been an ancient practice. Even today the Hindu’s worship the ‘holy lingam’; the lingam of Lord Shiva as the supreme creator. Also had been practiced in India was the “Yoni-wandana” or the worshiping of the secret vagina; the place out of every new creature is born. So you better consider it as me allowing you to perform a ‘yoni wandana’ on my cunt when I allow you to eat my pussy next week” she said seductively.

We set our next date to the coming Thursday evening.

On Tuesday while I was giving Aunt Hillary her daily foot-rub she told me that there was a problem with the date;

“I’m really sorry darling. I think we’ll not be able to have our date on Thursday night. You remember about those projects we discussed to do in Paanama? Albert has organized a pilot trip to go and assess what actually is needed for those villages and especially the school. It has to be done on a weekday so that we can meet the principal of the school. Besides if we go before the weekend, we can finalize the details and present it to our members at the society meeting on Sunday. So I couldn’t just refuse Albert’s invitation” Aunt Hillary sounded she was really sorry. My heart sank to my belly in sadness. I was looking forward with so much anticipation to Thursday night.

“So you guys’ are going on Thursday?” I couldn’t conceal my sadness when speaking.

“Yes! We plan to leave early morning on Thursday around three in the morning and finish our work during the day to return back to Monaragala. One of Albert’s relatives is having a guest house in Monaragala. We plan to spend the night there and return back to Colombo on Friday. It is yet not very safe to stay a night beyond Monaragala. Those are areas where clashes between rebels and armed forces take place very often. You too could have joined us if you didn’t have lectures” she explained.

“Anyway, maybe we could meet tomorrow evening if you could make it around four in the evening. I need to go to bed early tomorrow so that I could wake-up early. What say?” she asked.

“Sure!” I agreed because something was better than nothing.

Next afternoon I returned to my room as soon as lectures were over. I had a bath and tapped on Aunt Hillary’s door at about three forty five. After a minute or two the door opened and Aunt Hillary peeped out. She was just out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her. She was still drying her hair with a face towel.

“Ah! Just as I thought, you are a bit early. Come in” she opened the door a bit more for me to creep in. She was wearing a small terry-cloth towel that barely covered from her nipples to her upper thighs. I myself was in a silky bathrobe. She closed the door behind me and hugged me.

“You crazy fool! Have you gone nuts to come across the verandah just in a bathrobe? What would the neighbors think if they saw you entering in like this?” she asked playfully, placing her nose on my nose.

“They’d think that my shower might have stopped working and that I crossed over to complete my bath in your shower” I said jokingly.

“You witty brat!” she said lovingly and kissed me on the lips. It became a deep penetrating kiss. She had to break-off the kiss as the towel she wore loosened. Tightening it back she told me;

“You know where Harry’s room is off the courtyard? I’ve arranged it for today’s session. Go wait for me there. I need ten minutes to get dresses. I want to give you a surprise with today’s dress” she said while stepping towards her room. I went pass the dining room to the courtyard. Harry’s room door was opened. I went in. Aunt Hillary’s son’s room too was spacious with a single king size bed. It also had a wardrobe, a table and a towel rack near the attached bathroom door. Apart from the main door of the room which faced the pool there was another French window opening to the garden on the opposite side. The curtains of it were drawn closed permitting light to enter only through the door I entered. I took-off the bathrobe and put it on the towel rack and sat on the bed naked facing the pool. The evening sun was dancing on the pool water and making dangling reflections on the walls of the room.

Suddenly the light entering the room through the door was blocked as Aunt Hillary stood at the doorway. Firstly I only saw the silhouette of her against the bright light behind her. Then as my eyes got adjusted to the lighting I started to see her details one by one.

Aunt Hillary had her hair in a single plait which was wrapped around her head like a crown. A glistering gold satin cloak hung off her shoulders behind her up to her knees. She wore a pair of Gold color open toe-kitten heel sandals with a Gold ribbon strap cris-crossing up to her shins. 

She wore a pair of Gold hoop earrings which dangled of her ears and a Gold chocker necklace. Though I didn’t realize it when she opened the door for me earlier she had changed her nail polish color; both her finger and toe nails were glistering Gold in color. Now she was also wearing a Gold lip-balm and golden color eye shadows. She stood there with her Left hand on her hip and holding the door-jamb with the other. It was a perfect setting! She looked divine; just as if a Greek Goddess!

Slowly she stepped up towards me swaying her hips and allowing her cloak to ratter behind her. Then she stood a couple of feet in front of me with her legs slightly apart and both her hands on her hips. It was then that I could see the rest of her costume. Her breasts were covered with a Gold color cup-less bra and her panty was in a matching crotch-less-panty. Later she told me that it was a costume she wore to a bizarre sex party she attended in Brazil with her husband. Uncle Bill had named the costume as ‘the Sexy-Queen-God-Mother’ costume. Aunt Hillary slowly moved her hands from her hips down along her groin and looked at me pushing her lips forward.

“Come to me my son. Kneel before me and worship my Lotus bud; the Diamond in between my legs, my vagina; the divine Yoni out of which you came to this world. Here is the secret yoni of your mother; the Majestic mother in her own royalty! The divine mother yoni of one’s lover, wife, sister, daughter and all women-kind in this world! Come and bow your head in front of it. Kiss it softly with respect. The vagina of your lover. The vagina you may love. The mysterious and loving Yoni of all times”

Her voice was so soothing. It was mesmerizing. It was as if I was spell-bound; I was hypnotized. I was kneeling before her with my eyes wide shut and my mouth opened. My hungry lips were seeking the touch of her vagina.

I wrapped my arms around Aunt Hillary’s thighs and opened my eyes. Her neatly shaven pussy was glistering wet, framed by the golden crotch less panty. The aroma of her pussy was irresistible. It emitted the fragrance of jasmine. The atmosphere was holy. I closed my eyes again and pushed my lips further. She parted her legs a bit more and lowered herself over me.

I slowly brushed my lips on her wet pussy lips from bottom to top. Aunt Hillary placed her Left hand at the back of my head and rhythmically guided my head movements while stroking her fingers through my hair and moaning softly. Her legs seemed to buckle after some time and she sat on the bed; rather collapsing on to it. Yet she managed to pull my head pressed to her crotch. She sat on the bed with her legs parted. The crotch-less panty was just hooked at her hips and it fell off. I re-adjusted my position kneeling back between her legs, and placing my lips on her pussy.

“Lick me with your tongue” she whispered. I touched her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue and brushed them upwards. Aunt Hillary took a deep breath and raised her legs. She placed her feet on my shoulder and spread her legs even wider. Her kitten-heel sandals were dug in to my shoulder blades as she pulled me towards her with her feet. Simultaneously I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me. She raised her hips off the bed giving me a good view of her lower pussy lips, the perineum and even her ass hole.

I put my tongue in between her but-cheeks and licked upwards; her anal-bud, perineum, pussy lips up to her clitoris. She screamed in excitement. She opened up her pussy lips with her fingers inviting me to explore further. I inserted my tongue in. The wet inner muscles of Aunt Hillary were warm and pulsating and guided my tongue into her effortlessly. I put my tongue as deep as I could in to her honey hole. She supported me by widening her legs and raising her crotch as much as possible. Now Aunt Hillary was resting her Right thigh on my Left shoulder and resting her Right leg on my back.

Aunt Hillary rhythmically started to jerk her hips and get fucked by my out-stretched tongue. I got the message and started to wriggle and flicker my tongue within her pussy.  She pressed my head on her crotch so hard I almost choked.  I managed to free my nose and sealed my lips over her pussy lips. I then tongue-fucked her also while sucking her cunt at the same time. She couldn’t take it anymore; she started to ejaculate with a long scream.

I was not prepared enough to take-on that sudden first jet of honey. I almost backed-off allowing it to splash on my face and nose. Quickly, I sealed my lips back on to her pussy opening and swallowed her blows of sweet & salty tasting honey without getting choked. I savored the final bit of pussy nectar licking them off her pussy lips. They tasted sweet, sour and salty maybe; a sensation like all my taste sensors been stimulated simultaneously all at the same time.

“Is Mom’s honey tasty?” she asked after taking a deep breath and giving me a seductive smile.