A FOOT CRANK’S CONFESSION - Part 25 of 37

 

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR:

 “Well, you can take your time and decide. I do not want to force you into it. I assure you that I haven’t had an intercourse for at least four year, which is since Uncle Bill’s death. So you don’t have to worry about catching any diseases from me. And I have not had menses in about five years now. That means you don’t have to worry about pregnancies. That’s an advantage you get when you sleep with old women like me” she said laughingly. “Anyway in case you might need, I brought some condemns along as well. You can use one if you want. Remember, it’s all only if you wish. I don’t want to force you in to this darling” she bent forward and kissed my forehead lovingly.

“Oh! Yes! Yes!! Aunty Darling. I want you to take my virginity and make me a man” I cried with joy.  She bent forward again, held my cheeks with both her hands and gave me a passionate lip kiss. Then she sat back straight on my belly and pushed herself back.

 “Are you ready for the ride then?” saying she grabbed my erect penis in her Right hand, placed its tip against her pussy opening and lowered herself over it.

  At first Aunt Hillary very gently guided my penis into her pussy opening with her hand. I felt a warm and welcoming sensation as my dick entered her pussy. Her vagina pulsated and sucked my penis into it. She lowered herself gradually on my penis until it got totally sunk inside her wet hole. Then she bent forward placed her palms on my chest and rhythmically started to rotate her hips slightly keeping a tight grip of my penis. She was moaning with her eyes closed. Her head was pushed back and her boobs were juggling over me. My penis was throbbing against her tight vaginal muscles. 

Then grabbing on to my shoulders and hugging me, Aunt Hillary rolled over on to a side and brought me on top of her. All this happened in one swift movement without letting lose the grip her pussy lips had on my erect penis. Now we were in the traditional missionary position with me lying between her wide spread legs.

“Now move your hips and ramp mama’s pussy darling” Aunt Hillary whispered in between moans. I started to rhythmically move my hips as told. The shaft of my penis ran up and down within her tight pussy. In step with my movements, she started to milk my cock with her vaginal muscles, pressing it tight when it came in and releasing the pressure when I was pulling out.

“Aaah! That’s it baby! Fuck your mama’s pussy stud hard”. Aunt Hillary kept on saying things like ‘Fuck me baby’ and ‘Fuck your mama’ continuously. I couldn’t hold on to it any more when she wrapped her legs around my hips and caressed the back of my thighs with her feet soles.

“Aaa I’m coming.” I cried.

“Yes darling. Come inside mama darling. Fill your mama’s cunt with your hot cum” she went on saying. I just shot three strings of cum in a stretch deep in to her pussy. I felt so exhausted that I just dropped flat on Aunt Hillary and rolled on to a side. She pampered me, kissed me and cuddled me till my penis was stiff again. After a while I gained strength and fucked her again. This time Aunt Hillary raised her legs up and put them against my torso. I fucked her while licking her feet soles. We both climaxed almost simultaneously. First she spouted her pussy honey splashing along my cock, and then I shot a string of cum that was as not as big as the previous one.

We got in to the sixty-nine position and licked clean our sore but wet genitals. It gave us time to rest and regain our lost energies. We were so contended that we decided to settle merely for a coffee with biscuits for dinner.

It was becoming pretty much cold even inside the chalet. Yet we were totally naked and didn’t feel the cold much as the fire was burning in the hallway and our bodies were burning with passion. We readjusted the blanket and pillows and lay on it in front of the fire-place. We lay side-ways facing each other covering our lower bodies with another blanket. Aunt Hillary was telling me her past experiences with Uncle Bill and we kissed each other from time to time. Very soon my penis reached back in to her pussy and we started to have sex again. It was not as hard-core sex as in the previous two occasions. We just fucked each other to keep ourselves warm and fell a sleep with our bodies glued to each other.

Aunt Hillary was already preparing break-fast by the time I woke-up the next morning. She was fresh after a shower and wore a long sleeved White cotton shirt with only a White lace pantie underneath. I rushed in to the bathroom as I was urgently in need for a pee. I returned after having a shower myself and changing in to a pair of boxer shorts. Aunt Hillary had arranged the hall putting aside the blankets we slept and had served breakfast on to the table.

She had prepared boiled eggs and vegetables along with bread and butter for breakfast. It was so refreshing with the hot cup of tea she had made. We both were starving and ate while the food was still warm. The dining table was a camp-type table made out of thick timber logs and sections. It had two long benches on either-side instead of chairs. Aunt Hillary and I sat on the same side close to each other and kissed and fondled each-other while having breakfast.

Aunt Hillary cleared the table once the main meal was over and placed a bunch of bananas on the table as she sat back near me. She peeled a banana carefully and offered it to my mouth. I was getting horny again by that time.

“Can I have a ‘pussy flavored banana’ please?” I whispered in her ear. Without a word, she gave me a very seductive smile and stood-up turning her back to me. She raised the edge of her shirt up exposing her pantie and wriggled her butt a bit, motioning me to pull down her pantie. Once I pulled it half-way up to her knees, she stepped out of it allowing it to fall on the ground.

Then Aunt Hillary stepping on the bench, sat on the table in front of me with her legs wide open. She sat facing me with her feet on the bench, on either side of me. Her pussy seemed glistering wet in front of me.

Aunt Hillary took the half peeled banana and peeled it completely tossing its peel aside. Then she seductively licked one end of it rolling her tongue around it and coating a layer of her saliva around it. She parted her pussy lips a bit with her fingers and inserted the moist end of the banana inside her pussy.  It was a long and curvy banana which was not over-ripe. She inserted almost half of it in her firmly grabbing it with her vaginal muscles.  Aunt Hillary pushed herself towards me as she lay back across the table and placed her feet on my shoulders. Rhythmically she started to wag the banana using her vaginal muscles as if it was a little cock.

I took Aunt Hillary’s Left foot which was resting on my Right shoulder and placed it on my face. I started to kiss and lick her foot sole. She started to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples while moaning softly. I so drops of her nectar forming around the banana after some time, as her pussy was getting wet.

I placed her foot back on my shoulder and bent forward bringing my tongue closer to her pussy. I licked silver honey forming around the banana, brushing her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue. Then I took the protruding end of the banana in my mouth. I was careful not to bite it hard but gently hold it with my lips. I started to jerk my head up and down fucking Aunt Hillary’s cunt with the banana.  She got so impatient that she tightened her butts and wriggled her hips. The banana started to get crushed between her pussy lips. I kept on pushing the banana into her pussy.

Soon the banana became a creamy-pie mixed with her pussy juice and poured out of her pussy opening. I licked and sucked the banana pie within her pussy with delight. After a while Aunt Hillary stood-up pushing my head back. She made me lay on the bench face-up. Then she put her legs on either side of me and lay flat on me. We were in a sixty-nine position with her pussy over my mouth and her mouth over my cock. She pushed my boxer shorts up to my knees and took my cock in her mouth. I continued to eat up the banana-pie off her pussy while she performed a blow-job on me.

It didn’t take long for me to climax. I shot a mouth-full of cum which Aunt Hillary very greedily swallowed. She sucked and licked my penis till it became limb. In the meantime I finished eating the banana pie and completely lick-cleaning her pussy. She too climaxed at the end by spurting a jet of her pussy juice in my mouth. Then she turned back and lay on me with her face on my chest. I embraced her and kissed her fore-head.

“Ahh! That was a wonderful breakfast. Just like the ones I used to have with Bill when we used to visit here” Aunt Hillary whispered in containment.

“There is a beautiful water fall a bit away from here up-stream. It’s a place you shouldn’t miss. It’s so magical and isolated. The journey wouldn’t be complete if we didn’t have a bath in the pool beneath the fall. Shall we?” Aunt Hillary asked. I had no reason to object. We locked-up the chalet because there was a risk of monkeys invading it. If not there was no risk of anyone coming to the chalet un-invited as it was that isolated.

I stayed in my pair of boxer shorts while Aunt Hillary had changed into a traditional bathing-cloth. The bathing cloth is what village women wear when they bathe in public wells, rivers and lakes. It is just a simple piece of rectangular clothe of about one meter in height and one-and-half meters in length.  All they do is wrap it around their necked body just below the arm-pits and tuck it in at the end. Usually the village women use the same printed cloth that they normally use to wear from their waist below along with a jacket. Aunt Hillary had worn a plain white piece of cloth she had brought for bathing purposes itself. As always, she looked stunning in it too.

“Wow! Aunty, you look gorgeous. I’ve never seen you in a bathing-clothe before” I commented.

“Thank you. I normally bring a bathing clothe when travelling in rural areas. I was hoping we would get a chance to have a bath in one of those village lakes during the trip yesterday. It’s not like going for a swim in the ‘Otter’s Club’ in Colombo or the Hikkaduwa beach. You can’t just go bathing in a bikini in a village lake. They consider it as against their sub-culture. Have you heard the saying that; “One should behave like a Roman when visiting Rome”? It is the same when it comes to rural areas” she smiled.

“But up here there is no such issue. I have always worn bikinis when I’ve visited the chalet. It is only old Jacky who would see me and he’s now well used to seeing me in a two-piece bikini. I just forgot to bring one this time. Anyway, this is just only till we get to the pool up-there. I’ve always bathe in the nude at the fall here. You’ll see” she gave me wink as we started our journey up the stream.

Though the distance from the chalet to the waterfall may have being less than half a kilometer, it took us about a half-an-hour to get there due to not having a clear foot path to get to it. We had to walk along the stream, jump from bolder to bolder and sometimes go off-shore through the jungle to get to the waterfall. Once we got there I understood what Aunt Hillary had meant by saying it was ‘magical’ & ‘mysterious’.

The ‘Birding-hut-falls’ as it is officially named in the three-hundred plus list of water-falls in Sri Lanka, is a fall that has been naturally created on one big boulder. The main fall is about two meters wide and eight meters in height, which falls in to a base pool. The pool is about six meters by ten meters in area and covered from three sides by almost vertical boulder walls as high as the fall. On the opposite side of the fall is an approximately three meter wide flat rock slab that acted as an elevated pool deck. The water that overflowed from the pool goes across the rock slab creating a few channels and cascades down from the side of the rock slab.

The rock slab was about four meters higher than the stream and one never would imagine that such a pool exists until a person climbed on to the rock slab. The pool was so secluded and hidden inside such dense vegetation that there was no way to get there except coming along the stream and climbing up onto the rock slab at the edge of the cascade. We could spot someone heading our way at least five minutes before that person would reach us. The natural pool & deck gave us the privacy as much as of a private bathroom.

Only tiny rays of sun fell to the pool area through the thick canopy of trees. I lay on the rock slab and rested for a moment mesmerized by the surroundings. Despite the music created by the water fall there was a continuous singing of various birds. Though I was not an experienced birder at that time, I easily spotted a few endemic birds such as the Blue Magpie, the Red-faced Malkoha, the Dull-Blue Flycatcher and the Sri Lankan Myna. The only intruders that disturbed the peaceful rhythm from time to time were the troops of monkeys who roamed across the branches looking at us with curiosity.

Aunt Hillary didn’t waste any time to get in to the pool. As said she took-off her bathing-cloth, kept it along with her towel on the rock-slab and plunge in to pool completely naked. It was the most ideal place in the world to have an outdoor nude bath. The shallow end of the pool was not more than one meter deep. It also had a basin shaped recessed mini-pool of about a medium sized bath tub in the middle of one of the channels where the water flowed out. The rim and inner surface of it was so soft that it felt almost as if it was a porcelain tub.   

“Come on. The water is not that cold” Aunt Hillary shouted as she swam across the pool like a little school girl. I took-off my shorts and joined her in the pool. I swam to her and embraced her. We kissed and fondled each other in the water.

After a while I came out of the main pool and lay in the tub-like mini-pool in the middle of the rock slab. The spill-out water of the main pool was flowing along my naked body and cascading down. It felt so soothing as if getting a water-jet massage in a Jacuzzi. Aunt Hillary too came out of the main pool like a mermaid, water dripping down her hair and body. She came and lay on the rock-lab at the edge of the mini-pool that I was.

“Hasn’t Harry visited here?” I asked.

“A couple of times, when he was very little” she replied thoughtfully and gave me a sharp look; “Why?” she snapped with a mischievous smile.

“No! Because you said you ‘always’ bathed nude in here” I said admiring her naked body.

“You brat!” she playfully kicked on the back of my head. “Well, as I’ve told you, my son has seen me in the nude several times when he was little; in nude camps and nude beaches. And sometimes may be accidently even at home. I’m sure even here I would have bathed in my nude when he was around. I don’t remember it in particular though” she continued.

“As Harry grew older he lost interest in travelling with us. He had extra classes and practices on weekends and preferred to stay home with Sumana. Sumana was our servant at that time. May be he wanted to give us our privacy. Anyway he became a bit of a studious character as he grew older. I remember on one occasion he came with us to ‘Birding-Hut’, he said he’d prefer to read his book on the deck in front of the chalet rather than come-up to the waterfall with us” Aunt Hillary said.

“Come in here. It feels great. Just as if in a Jacuzzi” I told Aunt Hillary. She first sat up with dipping her legs in and then sat next to me. I embraced her and kissed her. Aunt Hillary then moved herself up and laid herself along the narrow channel which brought water into the mini-pool. The channel was just wide enough for her body, and she partly submerged herself in the water. The occasional waves created in the main pool came flooding over her body.

Aunt Hillary’s legs were floating free in the mini-pool in front of me. I stood up in the water and walked toward her. She spread her legs, lifted them in the air and made room for me to get closer. I held her legs by the ankles and kissed her wet feet soles. She arched the feet creating soft wrinkles in them. I ran my tongue across those wet corrugations with delight.