Emily's Unconventional Aunt

It was a warm Spring morning in April when Emily's aunt texted her.

'Come after classes, darling. I have a special surprise x.' the message had said.

Emily's heart skipped a beat, and she texted straight back - 'Of course auntie, can't wait, see you about four xx.'

Emily was excited - afternoons at Aunt Shirley's were the best kind of afternoons. She glanced down at herself - jeans, sloppy hoodie, the standard lecture-hall outfit - and grimaced. That wouldn't do at all. Aunt Shirley had standards, and Emily knew better than to turn up looking like she'd just rolled out of a seminar. Fortunately, classes finished at three, which gave her just enough time to nip back to her university dorm and change before heading over.

She caught a taxi to Ashford Grange, Aunt Shirley's country house, later that day and walked up the gravel drive to the front door, feeling that familiar flutter of excitement and anticipation she always got when visiting. She had chosen the outfit she knew her aunt liked best - short grey skirt, white buttoned blouse, knee high socks, and flat plimsolls, with her long blond hair in two neat plaits. Her aunt said it was her favourite outfit because she liked young ladies to look properly demure and innocent, but Emily wasn't stupid and knew it was really because it showed off her figure and made her look like a schoolgirl and it was that her auntie really liked.

She pulled on the bell cord and Mrs Thorne, the housekeeper, whom she had known since she was a little girl, answered immediately.

"Good afternoon, Emily, come through, your aunt is expecting you," she said fondly.

The housekeeper led Emily through the grand hall towards the sitting room. Emily wondered, as she often did, what Mrs Thorne thought of the special arrangement she had with her aunt, as she always appeared so neutral and discreet about something that was actually quite unconventional, but she had concluded that the housekeeper was simply a consummate professional who did not consider it her place to make judgements about what her employer got up to in the privacy of her own home.

The housekeeper showed Emily into the sitting room and withdrew. Aunt Shirley was seated in her usual armchair with the afternoon sun streaming in through the tall windows behind her. Deep blue velvet drapes festooned the glass, and the whole room dripped of elegance and money. Emily had always loved this room, it was gracious and tasteful, which was why her aunt invariably chose it for their special time together.

"Ah, Emily! There you are, looking as pretty as ever. How was university today, my dear?"

"Fine, thank you, Auntie Shirley," Emily replied, setting down her bag by the door. "How are you today?"

"I'm very well dear, but I need some urgent attention," Aunt Shirley replied, waving Emily over impatiently. "Come here and stand where I can see you properly."

Emily was responding already, as she always did, to the presence of her aunt. She felt her belly contract, and her clit twitch, simply from being in the same room as her. She had reacted in this way ever since her aunt had arranged some sessions of hypnotherapy for her a year ago, just before her 18th birthday - she had been told that it was to prepare her for a 'special arrangement' that would commence once she was 18.

Emily knew that her older cousins, Sarah and Catherine, had also been hypnotised when they were younger and had similar arrangements with Aunt Shirley in the past, but they were older now - at least 25 and had boyfriends, so were not much use to her aunt anymore.

And so, Emily had become her aunt's firm favourite - not just because she was the youngest and prettiest of the three girls, but because the hypnosis had worked particularly well on her. It had produced a compliance, an eagerness to please, and a particular physical responsiveness that the other nieces had never quite managed to achieve.

Emily crossed the room and stood demurely before her aunt, who looked immaculate as always in a burgundy silk dress, stockings, high heels, with her silver hair fixed in a soft wave. She looked not a day over fifty, although Emily knew she was sixty-two. She had never married, probably because her preference had always been women, young women specifically, which was why Emily and her other female cousins had turned out to be such a particular blessing.

"You've dressed perfectly. Good girl." Her aunt's hand reached out and moved up under Emily's skirt with the confidence of a woman who knew there would be no resistance, her fingers sliding up until they found her knickers, her fingers brushing Emily's outer pussy lips over the cotton. "And you're already wet. How lovely!" She exclaimed delightedly, noting the damp patch.

"I have been ever since I got your text," Emily said sweetly, looking at her aunt with big wide sparkling eyes.

"Well, that is quite delightful to hear! What a good girl you are Emily. It always took your cousins' cunts so much longer to respond, even with the hypnosis. But yours is so much more responsive, always so lovely and wet for me with the minimum of fuss." She smiled kindly at her niece and Emily felt herself basking in the warmth of her aunt's approval.

Then Aunt Shirley called out "Mrs. Thorne!" and the housekeeper dutifully appeared in the doorway. "We're not to be disturbed for the next hour. Unless Colonel Cartwright arrives, of course."

"Of course, madam. I'll show him straight through when he does," the housekeeper replied showing not a flicker of surprise at seeing her mistress's hands up young Emily's skirt.

Emily felt a faint flicker of disappointment. Colonel Cartwright? She didn't know any Colonel Cartwright and why had her aunt invited him this afternoon when it was their special private time together? Her face must have given something away because Aunt Shirley smiled at Emily's obvious confusion.

"Now, don't look like that," she admonished. "I have a surprise for you, I did mention it in my text. A gentleman friend of mine will be joining us later. Colonel Harry Cartwright. I think you'll find him very... stimulating. But first, you and I need some private time together. My breasts have been absolutely aching for you all week."

Emily immediately put aside any thoughts of this Colonel Cartwright fellow as her Aunt Shirley began to slip out of her dress, her fingers moving to the buttons, working them open one by one before sliding it off her shoulders and letting it drop to her waist. Emily watched fascinated, her heart hammering, as the material fell away to reveal a substantial bra straining to contain her aunt's quite magnificent bosom. Emily's cunt began to throb.

"Help me with this, my dear. You know what to do," her aunt told her.

As was expected, Emily obediently knelt and reached behind her aunt to unhook her bra. The catches released and Aunt Shirley sighed with relief as Emily removed the annoying piece of clothing, freeing her aunt's breasts. They were quite incredible - 38GG - beautifully full and heavy, with large dark nipples that were already stiffening in anticipation of her niece's attentions.

"That's much better. They've been so confined all day." Aunt Shirley sighed, settling back into her chair and spreading her legs. "Now, up into my lap, dear. You know what to do."

Emily climbed carefully into her aunt's lap, lying across her like a baby, with her legs dangling over the arm of the chair. Aunt Shirley cradled her head in the crook of her elbow while her other hand fumbled with the buttons on Emily's blouse. Emily was not wearing a bra as she had known, when she dressed earlier, that her aunt would expect direct access to her boobs with as little obstruction as possible.

Emily helped with the buttons and her aunt wasted no time in pushing the material aside and brushing her flat palm over Emily's bare tits. She caressed them quite gently for just a short while before turning her attention more directly to Emily's nipples which she began pinching and twisting painfully, making them all hard and pointy, and causing Emily to yelp.

"Shush my dear, I do like your nips all nice and stiff, you know that. Now, suck my tits properly," Aunt Shirley instructed her. "Take your time. We have a little while before Harry arrives."

Emily turned her head obediently and began kissing the soft flesh of her aunt's right breast, working her way gradually towards the nipple. Aunt Shirley's hand went to her niece's hair, stroking it with maternal affection.

"Such a sweet girl. So obedient. So willing. Do you know why you're the favourite of all my nieces?"

"No, Auntie," Emily murmured against her breast. She secretly did know but she liked to hear her aunt say it out loud.

"Because you really want this. The others did it to stay in my good graces. But you, my dear, you crave it. I know you do. I can always tell." Her hand tightened in Emily's hair, easing her mouth more firmly onto her breast. "Now suckle properly, like you mean it."

Emily's lips closed around her aunt's nipple, and she suckled deeply, feeling the tit tighten and swell in her mouth against her tongue as Aunt Shirley moaned softly.

"That's it, dear. Just like that. You have such a sweet mouth."

Emily settled into a rhythm - suckling with her mouth while kneading the large breasts with her hands, then suckling hard again. Even with both hands, Emily couldn't quite get a proper grip on a single breast, which Aunt Shirley found quite endearing - the smallness of her niece's hands overcome by the sheer scale of her huge tits. There was something quite satisfying about watching her struggle with them - it gave Aunt Shirley a sense of power and control that she enjoyed - and her pussy twitched harder for it.

"Oh, that's so much better!" Her grip tightened on Emily's head. "That's it - now switch. The other one is feeling neglected, there's a good girl."

Emily shifted her body around, so she was lying the other way across her aunt's lap and started smothering the same attention on the left breast. She could feel her aunt's breathing deepening and could hear the small sounds of pleasure she was making. Aunt Shirley's free hand slid down Emily's body and slipped under her skirt. Her fingers traced up Emily's inner thigh and her niece's mouth whimpered around her aunt's teat in her mouth.

"Oh goodness me. Soaking wet, aren't you, my dear." Her aunt's fingers pressed meaningfully against the wet cotton. Despite her shame at being so obviously aroused, Emily instinctively parted her legs.

Without further ado, Aunt Shirley pulled Emily's knickers aside uncovering her bare pussy, then she slid her fingers into her slit - exploring the wet folds of flesh. Emily gasped, trying desperately to concentrate on what she was supposed to be doing, which was almost impossible with her aunt's fingers exploring her vulva, and probing around her wet labia before eventually settling on her clit. Once there, her aunt began to circle the swollen nub rhythmically - she had many years of experience and Emily, with her wet needy cunt aching for attention, was completely under her control.

"You're such a good girl for me," Aunt Shirley murmured, her voice warm and maternal. "So obedient, so willing and so desperate to please." Emily's hips moved against her aunt's fingers.

"I want you to come for me, my dear. With my breast in your mouth. Can you do that?" her aunt asked.

"Yes, Auntie," Emily gulped, barely able to form the words.

"You're such a good girl but you must keep suckling! You know how I like it."

Emily's wet mouth closed around her aunt's nipple again. And then, after only a very short while, her aunt's bossy tone, combined with the relentless circling of her fingers, made Emily cry out wildly as her first orgasm of the afternoon engulfed her, her head threw back and she screamed and gasped, as endless waves of pleasure crashed through her body. Her aunt's fingers continued their circles around her clit drawing out every last bit of her climax until, finally, the waves subsided and Emily fell back, breathless and trembling.

"There now. That's better, isn't it?" Aunt Shirley said smiling quite smugly, clearly very pleased with herself. "You are such a good, girl. Coming like that so hard and so quickly for me." Emily could only whimper in response.

"Now, clean yourself up a bit and fix your hair, dear. I expect Harry will be arriving soon and we need to have a little chat," her aunt instructed.

Emily climbed shakily off her lap and Aunt Shirley handed her a tissue from the side table.

"Give yourself a wipe dear. And check your knickers - straighten them properly. You're still going to need them for a little while longer."

Emily did as she was instructed, wiping herself, adjusting her knickers and smoothing her skirt. Her legs were still trembling terribly from her orgasm. Meanwhile, her aunt buttoned her own dress back up and within moments transformed back into the elegant lady who might receive guests for afternoon tea. She then rose from her armchair, crossed the room and, sitting down on one of the large deep sofas, she patted the cushion beside her.

"Come sit here next to me, dear. We need to have a little talk before Harry arrives."

Emily sat down next to her aunt, still catching her breath, wondering what it was she needed to explain about a random tea guest. But Aunt Shirley seemed serious and looked at Emily thoughtfully.

"Now my dear I've been planning this for quite some time. Saving you for this moment, keeping you immaculate and intact. That's why I put you on birth control and forbade you from getting involved with anyone else. I wanted your first time to be perfect, you see. I wanted it to be special and arranged by me - with someone I trust completely."

Emily looked at her aunt in shock. Did her aunt mean what Emily thought she meant? She held her breath listening carefully.

"Now," her aunt continued. "Harry is an old friend of mine. A gentleman, very distinguished, former military, you see. He is somewhat experienced and the type of man who knows how to deflower a young girl properly," her aunt smiled warmly. "In fact, he is very good at it. Plenty of knowledge and really quite delightful to watch."

Emily's mind started racing and her pussy clenched with sudden, intense arousal.

"Auntie! Really?" She giggled nervously.

"Yes really," Aunt Shirley replied, reaching out and gently brushing a stray strand of hair from Emily's face. "We are going to pop your cherry this afternoon."

"This afternoon? Right here? Now?" Emily's eyes were bright with expectancy, and she pressed the backs of her hands against her flushed cheeks.

"Yes, my darling that's right." Her aunt smiled fondly. "Right here, in just a very short while."

"Oh, I can't believe it!" Emily, who had been waiting for this moment for months and thought it might never happen, threw herself at Aunt Shirley, wrapping her arms around her neck in delight. "I just can't believe it!"

Untangling herself from her niece, Aunt Shirley laughed delightedly. "I thought you'd be pleased but there is one thing. He is seventy-five, dear. Old enough to be your grandfather. I wasn't quite sure how you'd feel about that, but judging by how wet you are..." Her aunt glanced down in the direction of Emily's juice-soaked knickers. "I don't think age is going to be a problem, is it?"

Emily's mind was spinning. Seventy-five. She'd fantasised about older men, watched those forbidden videos late at night, granddaddy porn that made her come so hard she had to bite her pillow to stay quiet. But she'd imagined someone in their fifties perhaps, maybe sixties. Not seventy-five. Not someone truly old enough to be her grandfather.

And yet the thought made her cunt throb with excitement. The forbidden nature of it, the sheer depravity, the fact that her aunt had been planning this, and grooming her for this specific moment - it was almost too much.

"Oh, I don't mind at all," she said happily. "Old men are so terribly sweet."

"Well, I'm not entirely sure I would describe Colonel Cartwright as sweet," Aunt Shirley replied laughing. "But I am thrilled you like the idea. All those times I told you not to waste yourself on college boys, you thought I was being overprotective, didn't you? But I was saving you. Keeping you virgin and ready for this exact moment."

"Thank you, so so much," Emily gushed, her mind racing. "You are just the best auntie in the world."

"Well, it so happens that I've arranged the deflowering of several young ladies over the years, you know. It's become something of a hobby. Your cousins Sarah and Catherine, and others. But you, my dear, you're special. That's why I've been so careful with you. Why I've been preparing you with our special sessions together," her aunt said in a proprietorial way. "You are extremely fortunate to have an aunt who is an expert in such matters." Then she leaned closer, her voice dropping darkly. "You're going to lose your virginity to a seventy-five-year-old man this afternoon, Emily. While I watch and direct every moment of it. How does that make you feel?"

Emily's voice was shaking. "Excited, Auntie. Really excited," she replied her eyes shining with delight.

"Good girl. That's exactly the right answer." Aunt Shirley pulled her close, stroking her hair tenderly. "I knew you'd understand. I knew you'd appreciate what I've done for you. Now lie across my lap dear. I'd like to play with that pussy of yours once more before Harry arrives. All this talk of popping your cherry has got me quite worked up!"

Emily obediently settled across her aunt's lap on the large sofa, smiling happily to herself as Aunt Shirley's hand went to the inside of her parted legs, hungrily sliding up under her skirt again. Emily helpfully lifted the skirt up to her waist exposing her white cotton knickers and the visible wet patch that was spread across the crotch.

"Look at that. What a naughty little thing you are!" Aunt Shirley exclaimed as her hand slapped Emily's crotch playfully. "Lift your hips, let's get these out of the way. I need proper access to that naughty little pussy."

She pulled Emily's knickers down to just her knees, leaving her glistening pussy exposed. Then her hand slid upwards between Emily's thighs, her fingers finding her wet pussy again, nicely soft and swollen from her last orgasm.

"Spread your legs, there's a dear. Wider. That's it. Let me feel how wet you are," she said.

Emily unquestioningly did as she was told, her knickers stretched across the gap between her knees, and her aunt's fingers slid into her vulva sliding through the wetness, exploring, teasing, circling her clit again.

"Oh your sweet little nub - so lovely. Is it making you wet knowing I'm going to let a dirty old man fuck this tight little cunt of yours?" Her voice dropped to something low and guarded.

Emily whimpered and nodded in response, her hips moving quite frantically now against her aunt's competent fingers.

"Good girl." Her aunt's fingers kept circling her clit. "You're going to be just perfect for him. So wet and tight, and eager. He's going to love fucking you."

Emily's aunt applied more pressure and moved her fingers faster on her niece's clit with the intent of bringing her to climax sooner rather than later. Harry was due any moment and she wanted her niece perfectly primed.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Emily to start to climax again. Her young body began to tense - her head and the top half of her body spread across the sofa, her blond plaits loose and tousled across the cushions, and her cunt and legs raised over her aunt's lap. This was the perfect angle, and Aunt Shirley took advantage of it by placing an arm across her niece's belly and gripping her far hip with one hand to hold her in place while she continued rubbing her clit with the other.