Her very smooth white belly and the uppermost borders of her raven black cunt hair showed when at last he'd worked the zipper tab down. By then her cunt had overflowed with its rich, slick moisture and soaked the crotchband of her shorts. Still she rubbed his cockhead against that and against her far softer groins, taking perverse pleasure in his wincing each time she rasped the sensitive flesh of his cock against the hem of her shorts.

"Does this hurt you, too, Jim?"

"I don't know. I… I don't know if it hurts or feels good."

"What an odd thing to say," she said with a smile, and leaving the head of his cock neatly tucked in the very warm void between her crotchband and her groin, she reached for his nipples.

They were as hard as a pair of beebees. She rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers, slowly increasing the pressure, as she said, "Most sex feels nothing but good. But once in a while there's a little pain involved. Are you ready to stand a little pain in exchange for all the good times you could have with me?"

She increased the pressure of her fingers to a point where he was starting to wince as she leaned forward, open-mouthed. As she gave him a kiss that put that first pants-creamer to shame, she dug her fingernails into the points of his nipples and very sensuously moved her groin on the head of his cock. Easing up with her fingers, leaning back, she said, "Well?"

"Anything! I'd do anything to fuck you, Aunt Ellen, even if it hurt!"

"Any man would. It's all part of having fun," Ellen said, running her fingers up through her glossy black hair, and then leaning forward again with her smooth-shaven armpit all exposed, and guiding his face till he was there. The hot, lovely tickling she felt in her armpit was only a hint of the pleasures she'd know with this horny boy as she brought him along. And the look on his face when Ellen backed off told her very clearly indeed he'd do absolutely anything she asked of him.