Having briefly fondled my Aunt’s breast and kissed her nipple, before being interrupted, I rushed straight upstairs to the bathroom and wanked my stiff cock, I felt hot, excited and my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I came in huge spurts in the washbasin, it just kept coming even though I had started the day with my usually morning wank. I laid down on my bed and relived the past half hour, getting stiff again. From downstairs I heard shouting from the kids and Uncle Richard’s deep voice. I guessed he had been working all day in his studio in the barn. He was early forties and I knew Aunty Jill was 36 years old because they had a big party the year before for her 35th. At dinner he announced that he had to spend the next few days in London and asked that Jill drop him to the station the following morning. When I got up in the morning the house was empty, Jill’s car had gone so I guessed they had all gone to drop Richard at the station. I found cereal for breakfast and wandered back upstairs. I could not resist entering my aunt’s bedroom and looking around, tempted to find her knicker drawer. There was no need for on the floor was a pair she had pulled off, I assumed, last night. They were screwed up in the usual way that pants do when removed. I picked them up and sniffed them, what a beautiful odour. I wrapped them around my prick and rubbed it to a huge erection. As I was getting close, I heard tyres on the gravel drive, so I placed them back on the floor and rushed to my room. After a short while Aunt Jill put her head around my bedroom door, I was lying on the bed daydreaming. She was wearing just a bikini bra and had a sarong around her waist. She said that she had dropped my cousin Chloe at a friend’s house for the day and Tom was shortly being collected by a friend’s mother, to go to Swanage. ‘Did I fancy walking down to the bay and taking lunch with us’? I flew off the bed and found my swimming shorts and a towel. When I got to the kitchen, she was preparing lunch and packing a small hamper. Tom’s ride arrived, he rushed into the kitchen, snatched a packed lunch Jill had prepared, kissed her and he went off shouting to his friends. The house was then quiet, just the ticking of the granfather clock in the hall. Jill smiled at me as she stood bare foot looking gorgeous at the kitchen table, finishing the hamper. We took the shortest foot path. I was following Jill single file watching her hips going from side to side and brushing against the vegetation. It was hard concentrating on walking as I could not take my eyes off her body, her hair tied up on her head and beautiful neck and shoulders. We were soon crossing the Coastal foot path and taking our ‘secret’ path down into the bay. It was steep and overgrown. The sun was getting very warm and the weight of the hamper started to notice. At last, we hit the beach and set down the hamper, in the shade of the cliff and our towels just in the sun. Jill immediately removed her bra and sarong and ran over the smooth pebbles to the water’s edge in just her bikini pants. I followed and we plunged into the calm waters, that were breaking gently on the stones. We swam around for some while and then she came up close and hugged me. My chest on her breasts that I had touch for the first time the afternoon before. We stood in the calm cold water, she rested he head on my shoulder. Despite the coldness I was getting a stiffy. We staggered out of the sea, the stones hurting our feet and worked our way, arm in arm, up the beach. We grabbed our towels and dried ourselves, I sat down. Jill stood in front of me and wriggled out of her bikini bottoms. She wiped her towel between her legs and laid it back on the beach, standing up again directly in front of me and fluffing up her pubic hair that had been plastered to her mound. ‘Come on, get those shorts off’ she giggled ‘I have seen it before, when you were little, I want to see how it has grown’. I put my thumbs in the waistband, lifted my bum and slid them down. My dick was tangled in my pubes and trying to rise. She fell to her knees on my towel and carefully reached for my growing penis, brush back the hair and grasping it in her palm. She wanked it vigorously and it stood well to attention. She lowered her head and looking up said ‘now this may bite’, a reference to yesterday and engulfed the bulbous head in her mouth, her teeth gently nibbling the shaft as she lowered her head. It was sensational, I was not that experienced with having my cock sucked, a few poor efforts by girlfriends while at college, usually because that was what was expected and not what they enjoyed. I laid back, but my head was up watching every move. Jill was peering up at me, watching my face, her eyes piercing mine. She kept sucking and nibbling, having taken most of the shaft deep in her mouth. She started sliding up and down, so I was face fucking her. I was starting to get the sensation of cumming and groaned, trying to signal, I going to cum. Jill suddenly lifted off my dick and shuffled onto my body, positioning her pussy over me, she tried to push herself down onto my dick, just as I am came, all over her, up her belly, around her pubes and flooding across my torso. It felt like gallons of it. She tried to push my prick into her pussy but it had softened and flopped onto my belly. She swore and worked her way up my body and pushed her spunk covered fanny into my face. ‘lick that’ she screamed, ‘get your tongue in there’. I lapped away and pushed my tongue into her lovely vagina, she was pushing against my face, bucking and reeling so I thought my jaw would break. After a few extra hard pushes, she sighed deeply and slumped across my head.