Chapter 4

Since there wasn't anyone to see and frown upon his actions, Dave kept his gaze fixed on his great-aunt's swaying buttocks as she led him up the stairs towards the second master bedroom. His erection was straining to break through the towel wrapped around his middle, for Veronica was without a doubt the most ... impressive woman he ever met. The word beautiful didn't do her justice, since it mostly focussed on the physical aspect of it.

She also stimulated him mentally. Most kids his age tended to think they knew everything, which made them that much more frustrating for parents to deal with. Dave was wise enough to know that he didn't, but Veronica had made him realise how long a way he had to go on the path to wisdom and knowledge, and she had done so in a way that hadn't left him feeling small and insignificant.

"Wait here a moment," she said, and walked into her bathroom.

Dave took the opportunity to glance around the room and noticed that the walls and ceiling were all mirrored, while the bed was positioned in the middle of the room instead of with its head against a wall. He thought it would be an interesting room to have sex in, since one would be able to see anything from any angle.

Moments later Veronica returned with a stack of towels, a flask of oil, and a sleeping mask. Then she proceeded to spread two bath sheets side by side, creating a square of roughly six by six feet in the middle of the bed, and placed a rolled up towel towards the head of the bed.

"What's the sleeping mask for?"

"To help you relax."

"I don't think that'll work," Dave said doubtfully. "I'm pretty sure my instinct will be to tense up."

"Perhaps initially," Veronica said. "But I'm sure you trust me enough to loosen up. Now take off the towel, put on the mask and lie face down on the bed. I'll light some incense and put on some music."

Dave shrugged and did as she requested, patiently waiting while he heard her moved around. Then he heard the sound of a guitar solo, and the scent of mild incense filled the air.

"I'm climbing on the bed now," Veronica warned, and Dave soon felt a shift as her weight joined his on the bed. Seconds later, a warm towel was draped over his butt, and immediately after that her warm, oily hands began to slide across his muscles, tracing patterns and putting pressure in ways that made him want to purr with delight, working out kinks and knots he didn't know he had, and making it increasingly difficult to stay conscious. The oil she was using also heated his muscles, though it was milder than tiger balm.

"What're you using?" Dave asked, hoping the conversation would keep him from dozing off.

"Something I whipped myself. It's a secret formula," she answered, as she shifted a bit and started massaging his feet.

She slowly proceeded up his legs, stroking, kneading and rubbing the muscles until his legs felt like jelly. Then she started on his inner thighs, which caused the blood to start flowing to his cock. After that she removed the towel and massaged his buttocks, putting delicious pressure on the spot where many of the smaller muscles came together.

"It's time to roll over," she said with a teasing tone in her voice.

Dave hesitated. His cock felt like it was drilling a hole through the towels and sheets, and into the mattress. "Can I have a minute to compose myself?"

"I'm a professional, remember? And if my niece's description in accurate, you certainly have nothing to be ashamed about."

Persuaded by the ego boost, Dave rolled onto his back.

He heard Veronica gasp. "Oooh! Nice and thick, aren't you? Half an inch thicker than the optimistic average, if I'm not mistaken."

"Optimistic?"

"Some researchers assumed that men with the smaller penises were less inclined to let themselves be measured, which means that the estimate of the average penis size of a six inch length and a five inch circumference is probably generous. I think a five and-a-half inch length and a four three-quarter inch circumference are closer to the mark."

"Size isn't everything," Dave said almost mechanically, remembering his mother's mantra.

"Who told you that?"

"Mom."

"Well, she's right. It isn't everything, but it certainly matters. Some women say size doesn't matter, and they're either liars or virgins. If a penis is really small there's less stimulation. If a penis is really big it can be painful if a woman is not aroused enough and the man doesn't take enough time with the penetration."

Veronica halted her lecture to continue the massage, doing his quadriceps before going on to his torso and arms. She spent extra time on his weak shoulder, soothing its stiffness with her skilled fingers and taking the ache away. Then he felt her shifting around once more, and moments later he felt her inner thighs brush against his upper legs. He was about to ask her what she was doing when an oily hand grasped his cock and swabbed it across a hot and wet aperture. Half a heartbeat later, it was completely enveloped by a seething cavern that quickly constricted around his cock in a welcoming sexual embrace.

Dave let out an undignified gurgle as the pleasure stole through his cock and into his body. The fact that he couldn't see anything heightened his sense of touch tremendously, and he wasn't bothered by his temporary blindness in the least. Actually, he was briefly disappointed when the mask was lifted from his eyes, but the sight of a goddess leaning down over him erased that disappointment in a flash, and like Iris had done before her she laid down on top of him in an upside down missionary position. Over her shoulder he saw their reflections in the mirrored ceiling. Her perfectly sculpted body covered his considerably paler one. Only his arms, legs and part of his head were visible in the reflection, because even though she was big for his age her body was a bit wider than his still relatively thin and gangly fourteen year-old frame.

Then, when he thought things couldn't possibly get better, Veronica's vagina came alive and began to spectacularly squeeze his cock. Iris and Melissa had both clamped down on him in orgasm, but what was happening now was different. The contraction started in deepest part of her vagina, followed by one in the middle part, and a last one near the mouth. Then the whole sequence was repeated in reverse.

Again and again she rippled her cunt muscles along his cock like big, warm, soft and slick fingers. The sensation was exquisite, scrambling Dave's thought processes until his mind got used to the unfamiliar sensory input and allowed him to try to relax and prolong his ecstasy as long as possible.

But her cunt was simply overpowering his cock, and Veronica must have known it, because a triumphant smirk appeared on her angelic face as his cock grew slightly fatter and harder inside her. "Give it to me!" she commanded as her pussy's undulations intensified, easily overcoming the orgasm control Dave had laboured years to achieve.

With a strangled wail he grabbed her hips and pulled her down against himself as he thrust upwards to get in as deeply as possible, and she covered his mouth with hers, seemingly sucking the breath out of him as he began shooting jet after jet of cum into her suctioning slit, the intensity of it feeling amazingly alien

"That's it, stud. Shoot it ... pump it into me. I want it all!" Veronica's whispers spurred him on after she broke the kiss, while her rippling vaginal muscles relayed the same message without words.

He knew it had to be his imagination, but it felt like his body redoubled its efforts to shoot as much sperm as possible into her, and with it his energy. As he spurted more and more cum into her, body started feeling increasingly boneless. Paradoxically enough, his cock remained as rigid as it had been before.

Veronica felt his continued rigidity as well, and a look of wonder appeared on her beautiful face. "You're still hard! This the first time a man managed to stay hard after I used my special draining technique."

Being referred to as a man by this exceptionally desirable woman caused a rush of pride to surge through Dave, and as his pride stiffened so did his body regain some strength. He smiled up at her, and she lowered her mouth to his once more to give him in the longest and greatest kiss he had ever experienced. It started out as a gentle battle of tongues, with Veronica gradually gaining control over the kiss and taking the battle to his mouth. His competitive spirit meant he couldn't take that lying down, but every time he tried to regain some control the seething walls of her pussy rippled along his sensitive cock, sending bolts of pleasure through his nervous system and breaking his resolve.

"So, how did you like it?" Veronica asked after they had finally broken the kiss.

"The kiss or the sex?" Dave asked cheekily.

She grinned and ran her and through his hair lovingly. "Quit the wisecracking and answer the question."

"It was ... I don't know how to describe it. It made sex with Melissa seem like a clumsy hand job," Dave began, but he hesitated as his mind compared this new experience with the one he had had with Iris. It was much better than the second and third times with Iris, but as great as the sex with Veronica had physically been—

"Iris told me about your first time," Veronica interrupted his thoughts. "What happened to the two of you was really special, and I've never had the privilege to experience it. At least, not as intensely as Iris described it. So I wouldn't have been offended if you'd have told me that."

"How did you know I was thinking about that?"

Veronica giggled and said, "You're even easier to read after you've had sex. Your expression told me you were trying not to offend me by telling me you've had better. And since very few women are better at sex than I am, I concluded that you had to be thinking about your first time with Iris. Oh, and she gave me permission to have condom-less sex with you, so you didn't break your agreement with her."

Dave blinked. It hadn't occurred to him until now, and he felt terrible about it. "I completely forgot about that."

"I didn't exactly give you the opportunity to mention it, did I?" Veronica pointed out.

"I guess not," Dave replied sheepishly, feeling a little better about himself. "And sex with you was way better than the second and third times with Iris, by the way," he hurriedly added, hoping to reassure her.

"Thanks, kid. You really know how to make an old lady feel good."

"If your kind of sexiness comes with age, I can't wait for Iris to reach your age," Dave said earnestly.

Veronica briefly scrutinised his face. "God, you meant it!" I though you just knew a bunch of really good lines! Oh, I wish things were different. I could definitely marry a man like you."

The part about wishing things were different rudely dragged Dave back to reality. "Uh, it's not like I'll be turning you in, but wouldn't you be in trouble if this came out? Wouldn't you get in trouble?"

"I don't think I broke any laws." Veronica frowned as she pondered the question. "You're above the age of consent, and even though your mother did place you into my care this isn't a structural or long term arrangement and I don't derive power over you from it." Then she grinned. "And you already know that our degree of consanguinity doesn't make it illegal."

A wave of relief swept over Dave. "I'm glad."

"Don't be too glad. We might not have broken any laws, but we definitely did break social taboos."

Dave's spirits fell once again. "Oh."

"Don't worry about it. I won't tell anyone except Iris. Your mother will probably find out sooner o later, though."

Dave felt the blood drain out of his face. "Oh, no!"

"Relax, Dave. She won't be angry. I know my niece. She'll ask me why I did it, but she won't fly into a rage and call me an ephebophile.

"What are ephebophiles?"

"People who are attracted to children in the blossoming stage. Unlike true paedophiles—who usually lose interest as soon as the children begin to show signs of puberty—they are attracted specifically to that age group between childhood and adulthood. They're usually considered one and the same, but there is a distinction."

"Are you one?" Dave blurted out before he could stop himself.

To his relief, Veronica didn't seem offended. She smiled kindly. "A valid question, given the circumstances. But the answer is no. I like them equally in all ages, but you are the youngest lover I've ever had."

"Who was the oldest?"

"That would be my benefactor, although I'm not sure he counts because that was in a professional capacity," she said. "Any other questions?"

Dave blushed. It was a bit forward to ask, but he had to know. "Are we going to have sex again?"

Dave was awoken by a soft hand stroking his face, and pried his eyes open to see Veronica sitting next to him on the bed. She wore a silvery satin—or possibly charmeuse—wide-sleeved robe with Chinese-looking embroideries on it. As she caressed his face again, her sleeve swept across his face and told him that it had to be charmeuse. Melissa was really into clothing design and fabrics, and he had picked up knowledge of these subtle nuances through osmosis.

Of course, the robe wasn't nearly as interesting as the body it covered, and Veronica had tied it in such a way that he got a good look at her bra-less cleavage. The super sexy sight was stimulating enough to cause his cock to twitch even though they had fucked four more times over the course of the evening and night, experimenting with more advanced variants of the basic positions. His cock felt a bit raw, though not chafed, since Veronica ensured that they were well lubricated at all times, using artificial lube when her natural lubrication was running low. His balls ached, although not as much as they had when her pulsing pussy milked his fifth, and final, feeble load out of him in the dead of night. Still, that was a pleasant ache, unlike the ache in his head.

"I feel like I have a hangover." he muttered.

She giggled. "You're probably a bit dehydrated."

"Dehydration doesn't make people feel like they have the flue. I'm feeling a serious lack of energy."