Aunt Jennifer: Chapter 4 - Distance
The following chapter concludes my journey into CFNM and cock worship, as told by "Aunt" Jennifer. The timeline of its completion has been stretched due to life's intrusions. Big thanks to annabellebrito for her edits and adding dimension to this story!
As the sun rose, I stirred awake before Aunt Jennifer entered the room. A beam of morning light pierced through the curtains, resting on me. I'd kicked off my sheets while sleeping, leaving my body exposed to the sunlight.
I'd awoken with an unintentional erection, my mind wandering back to the recent events at the beach. I lightly stroked my erect member, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the sensation of it shining on my naked body.
"Hmmm..." I moaned, reveling in the feeling of self-pleasure. The lack of release and the day's events had me quite aroused.
Aunt Jennifer entered the room unexpectedly, dressed in just a small white t-shirt that barely reached her thighs, revealing a glimpse of her gray underwear. Her hair was somewhat disheveled from waking, making her appear more endearing.
"Ah, hello there, young man," she greeted me with a soft, warm smile. "You seem to be in quite the situation." She looked at my erection and chuckled, adding, "Maybe I should reconsider some of the rules..."
"What rule in particular?" I questioned.
"The one regarding self-pleasure. You're only allowed to do it in your room. I'm rethinking that."
"Why?"
"First, hiding from neighbors; but secondly, I'm beginning to see other benefits." She didn't further elaborate, neutralizing my curiosity. I decided to keep silent and focus on digesting this newfound freedom.
"Good morning, by the way," I replied to her. "How are you?"
"I'm doing well, squirt," she responded. "I'll be making breakfast after I change. You should get up; you have gardening to do."
I showered and dressed, sharpening up for the day. Our first task was outdoor maintenance: weeding, watering, and planting some new flowers Aunt Jennifer had grown from seeds. For lunch, we ate in the garden, and Aunt Jennifer removed her dungarees, her bikini top now the only covering she wore. The contrast between her nudity and my clothes made me feel special.
"I've been thinking about the rule," Aunt Jennifer said as she cleared our lunch plates. "I think it's time for a change. You won't be confined to your room anymore. However, I'm afraid supervision is required." Her vagueness left me curious, wondering if she was solely referring to herself.
For the first half of the day, we continued our gardening. Aunt Jennifer paused while walking toward the house, her comment about supervision echoing in my mind. The thought of being watched while masturbating heightened my excitement.
We finished our tasks, took a break for lunch, and then went indoors. Aunt Jennifer lounged on a deckchair nearby, out of direct sunlight. She removed her beach skirt, exposing her bikini bottoms.
"Let's end gardening for today," Aunt Jennifer announced. "The garden's looking great. The heat in the next few hours makes it unsuitable for work."
"Art appreciation, you said?" I inquired further about the upcoming event. "I'm not well-versed in the subject."
"Don't you worry about it," Aunt Jennifer reassured me. "The ladies will be cool with it. They're an unconventional group. They'll appreciate you serving drinks and being generally helpful."
"How big is the group?" I inquired.
"Just five ladies and me," she confirmed. "It'll be an intimate affair. You can help yourself now, as long as I'm around. Just don't climax; we're saving that for another measurement," she added.
"Understood," I replied, my mind inhibited by her command. "Um... shall I begin?"
"Yes, please," she consented, watching my stroking motions. I attempted to gauge her facial expression, but her smile was subtle enough to confuse me.
As my breaths grew deeper, I gradually accelerated my pace, moving closer to a thrilling high point while remaining at a secure distance from climaxing. A light echo in my ears came from the song of the birds and the sound of the wind causing leaves to swing. Ready for an unpleasant surprise, I felt a small tingling at the tip of my dick, signaling the appearance of pre-cum.
"Stop." Directed Aunt Jennifer. "I'm heading inside to freshen up and switch my clothes."
She left, leaving me in an urgent state of arousal, not allowing me to do anything to alleviate it. The length of time it took her inside was around twenty minutes. Even though I wasn't permitted to masturbate, I remained rock hard during that period. My view outdoors shifted as I went near the garden doors, where Aunt Jennifer had come out in an orange summer dress, her hair tied loosely. I couldn't help but ogle her.
A smile showed up on her face.
"Perhaps you could use a shower as well, Robert!" She recommended, checking her watch. "They'll be here soon."
"Of course, good idea. What should I wear?" I replied.
I wasn't certain if she intended the double entendre, but it seemed like she preferred my nude self. Once I hopped in the shower, it refreshed me as I washed away the sweat and dirt from my skin.
As I wiped myself with a towel, I heard voices indoors, but couldn't determine who or what they were discussing. Although I was informed I should be bare-naked, I hesitated and ended up wrapping a towel around myself when I ventured outside and joined Aunt Jennifer, Mary, and Christy, who were all sitting at the table.
She introduced them to me as "Mary," who looked older than me, in her 50's, with auburn graying hair that she carried off elegantly, and "Christy," a blonde in her 30's with a radiant smile indicative of her cheerful disposition.
"Great to meet you both." I said.
"Do you know Robert was more drop-dead gorgeous in person than in the photos?" Mary questioned.
"Yeah, I almost got caught by my boss yesterday while looking at my phone." Christy claimed.
If Nathalie mentioned my nudeness to these women, I decided not to inquire and led them to the garden, where my aunt, Mary, and Christy were seated at the table.
"Why don't you get our visitors some drinks?" Aunt Jennifer proposed. I agreed and ventured inside to acquire a bottle of wine from the fridge, filled a decanter with ice, and added some glasses. I made my way back, then opened the door to greet Nathalie and another woman who were assisting her with two other bags. They'd come armed with a tote bag containing several wrapped items.
Excited to share the mold they'd created, Nathalie said, "Hi Robert! Delightful to see you again!" She took her tote bag and distributed some objects wrapped in paper onto the table. I popped the bottle and prepared the prosecco. When I returned, Nathalie was unpacking her backpack.
Giggling, Mary yanked my towel off, unveiling my nakedness.
Watching her, I stood helpless with the bottle and glass I was holding in my hands.
Mary scrutinized our dissimilar parts, then remarked, "Hmmm...doesn't resemble that one at all!"
Aunt Jennifer gestured for me to make it look like the mold.
Increasing my pace, I stroked myself while holding a bottle and a glass, intensifying my movements.
"Eww..." I grunted.
Staring at me, the women were quiet, save for Aunt Jennifer and Mary who observed my facial expressions, and Christy who was focused on my actions. Getting drinks to everyone, I initiated self-pleasure, starting with a gentle pace before upping my speed.
"It's...err..." I grunted.
All eyes remained fixed on the interaction, while Aunt Jennifer, Mary, and Christy sat at the table. I willed my hand to move faster as I enjoyed the moment with these females observing.
Playing with myself in front of them was exciting; it didn't take long for me to get hard, and I loved the attention I was receiving. Switching hands allowed Mary and Aunt Jennifer, who were to my right, a better view without being obstructed by my hand.
"Don't show off!" Aunt Jennifer scolded. "That's enough for now." Addressing Mary, she asked, "Does that look better now?"
"Yes, much improved!" she smiled. "I was starting to have my doubts, Jennifer."
"Robert, come here and sit by Mary,"
"Uhh...on the floor?"
"No, of course not, be sensible," she said, grinning. "Use that.". Pointing to the pink kneeling pad we used for gardening.
I kneeled on the pad between my aunt and Mary.
Nathalie revealed more items on the table, revealing additional molds of my cock, made of a silicone-like material, each unique with a multicolored swirl. They each picked one. The last item she unwrapped was my pièce de résistance - a clay sculpture of my penis, clearly not a cast, since it was significantly larger. Due to the grey color, it had not been fired in the oven yet. The level of detail was incredibly accurate, with pronounced veins and bumps and lines. Even the scrotum, connected to a sort of baseplate, was intricately sculpted.
"Wow!" said Mary. "Even better than the real thing!" She joked about this during the laughter, mouthing "I don't mean that!" to me, shaking her head reassuringly. She patted my head.
Iris remarked, "Nathalie must have spent a lot of time perfecting those details."
Aunt Jennifer instructed me to get up and move around so everyone could compare the artwork to the model. Nathalie adjusted my position slightly while correcting the clay sculpture, holding me by my thighs to adjust my angle.
I approached Aunt Jennifer, but she slapped my butt, signaling for me to continue clockwise. "Our guests come first, young man," she said sternly.
I positioned myself between Mary and Iris, after giving myself a few strokes for their enjoyment. Iris held her replica next to the real thing, both in length, girth, and shape. I caught Iris licking her lips watching me from the corner of my eye.
Next was Christy, carefully studying her replica, tracing her fingers along the shaft, veins, and glans. She then traced these same motions on my actual member, so slow and gentle, sending a chill down my spine.
"Be careful with that!" Aunt Jennifer warned. "It might go off."
"Why don't you get us more drinks?" she asked, turning to me. I happily obliged.
When I returned with the drinks, Nathalie and Iris had handed out modeling clay to the other ladies, who were in the process of shaping it into something familiar.
Iris called me over after distributing the drinks, indicating she wanted me closer.
"No, not right now!" yelled Mary, erupting in laughter. Iris' face reddened when she realized what she had said.
"I didn't mean it like that!"
I slowly walked closer to her to allow her a more detailed look at my manhood. I could sense her awestruck state and gave a few more strokes to maintain my erection before stopping.
"What are you doing?" Aunt Jennifer demanded.
"Uncle Bob, come over," she commanded, bringing me back to the present.
I lay down on the deckchair as if I hadn't been told otherwise, my gaze on the ceiling.
The ladies continued molding their clay, occasionally glancing at Nathalie's clay sculpture but mostly admiring mine. Their chat, however, excluded me. "Keep it up!" Mary shouted with an exaggerated tone. She realized what she had said and adjusted her voice when she saw my erection start to soften. I began slowly masturbating again to keep myself hard while listening to their voices, barely understanding their words but reveling in the approval in their tone.
"Can you get that?" Aunt Jennifer inquired.
"How about the pitcher?"
"No, not that. There's someone at the door," she emphasized.
I must not have heard the doorbell, completely absorbed in my fantasy.
I stood up and wanted to grab the towel I had been wearing, but she stopped me.
"That's unnecessary," she said, dismissing my idea.
I took a deep breath to calm myself before opening the door, aware that I was half-erect and any visitor could be anyone.
"Hey there, Judy!" I exclaimed while visibly shocked. "I didn't anticipate seeing you at the door, but it seems you were expecting me." Judy, sporting the same summer dress she had purchased with Aunt Jennifer and me, greeted me.
Without giving me much time to appreciate her attire, she threw her arms across my shoulders for a tight hug. "Great to see you rocking that swimsuit!" She quipped while releasing the embrace. The skirt of her dress caught onto her erection, so she had to raise it to remove the obstruction. I found myself staring at her bare genitals, just as I had during our previous fitting session.
She led me out to the garden where she introduced herself to the other ladies present, "Hi, Robert! Are those the clay sculptures you've been working on?" she commented, pointing at the phallic works of art. "Cool," she continued, inspecting each piece, stating that one of them felt lifelike.
Aunt Jennifer suggested, "Why don't you get Judy a drink?" Whilst offering her a chair to sit on at the table. I promptly went into the house to obtain a glass of prosecco for Judy while musing on the reason behind her being here; Aunt Jennifer hadn't mentioned her attendance.
Upon my return, Nathalie commenced lecturing us on her art project. It involved portrayals of the phallus in art, culture, social norms, and taboos. She elaborated on her excitement regarding an upcoming exhibition where artist, dealers, and critics from New York and Europe would be present.
"The exposition will include a wall full of these renderings," she shared, followed by, "I've acquired various penile replicas - different levels of erection, shapes, and sizes, including circumcised and uncircumcised. It's called an exhibition about the male member."
Mary joked, "Sounds like a Phallic-Worshipping Fair!"
"Yeah, for fertility goddesses, it's called," Christy replied, slightly offended.
Mary sipped her drink with a grin, now and then peeking at the phallic exhibition.
"The main sculpture will be a fountain. We're currently testing and choosing the right shape for it. I might also make a bronze coat rack with a few of them," Nathalie revealed.
"A fountain? That'll be awesome, I bet!" Christy remarked enthusiastically.
"You should see it, Jennifer assures me it's amazing."
Judy started giggling. "I can't wait!"
Aunt Jennifer nodded and said, "Perhaps he'll show us?"
"You mean..."
"Yes, let's proceed with the demonstration," Aunt Jennifer urged while fetching the measuring tape. "Grab what you need and prepare yourself." While away, I got ready and ensured the current context had my penis fully erect.
I returned and handed the measuring tape to Aunt Jennifer, who positioned me on a line between tiles on the patio. She instructed me to reveal myself to her and the others. The guests rearranged themselves around the garden furniture in a semicircle. Judy and Christy sat down facing me, each side by side on a deck chair.
Aunt Jennifer placed the measuring tape at the base of my pillar, and with a concerned look, said, "Here we go!" The ladies moved to catch a glimpse of my performance. I closed my eyes, took hold of my shaft, commenced slow, steady strokes. When Judy and Christy began to get more excited, I couldn't help but look at their reactions.
Mary had a serious expression, but when she casually glanced at my manhood, I knew she was intrigued. Christy and Judy showcased distinct fascination. Christy was leaning towards me with her mouth slightly agape while Judy was crossing her legs to reveal her shaven genitals.
Aunt Jennifer, with confidence, said, "I bet you'll put on quite a show."
I was visible nervous yet determined, but it made me feel both bare and commanding at the same time, exposing myself on display for these women who were eagerly waiting to see the finale. Tall, fully exposed, and aggressively stroking my appendage to orgasm, I regarded each of their faces one by one. I glanced over at Judy, noticing her skirt had lifted slightly to show her folds.
Just when I was about to unload, Aunt Jennifer hollered, "We're aiming to watch, don't forget!"
That was the cue for me to continue. I fixed my eyes on Judy again - now, the border of her dress had lifted, exposing her wet spots. My stimulation intensified, almost forcing me to climax immediately.
"Climax time," Aunt Jennifer murmured. My hips began involuntarily thrusting, signalling my imminent release. Everyone was attentive and seemed to be enjoying the spectacle so far. I dared another glance at the enthralled Judy, whose skirt had shifted more, unveiling her bare labia.
I couldn't hold it in any longer and erupted, sending my relief in front of the ladies. One by one, they expressed their reactions, ranging from enthusiasm to bewilderment. I felt exposed but found myself sharing the thrill of the moment with my audience.
"Hold up!" I glanced toward Aunt Jennifer, who had put her hand on Judy's shoulder. "It seems like something's brewing. Judy, prepare to point us in the right direction. Ready for that?"
"Of course!" Judy replied, sounding taken aback by her own excitement.
I stood still, keeping my hands behind my back while Aunt Jennifer adjusted Judy behind me. Just as she had done before, Judy wrapped her hand around my cock. I admired how her small hand enveloped my size.
At first, her movements were a little clumsy, but she soon fell into a rhythm. As she did, Judy moved a bit closer to me and pressed her body against my hand. I lowered my hand and caressed her mound through her clothing. "who's the bad boy now?" She teased in my ear.
I tilted my head down and slid my fingertips under the hem of her dress. I tried to take deep breaths to delay the looming orgasm.
My fingers had reached her wet pink folds. I pressed harder against her mound as my middle finger slipped inside her.
"Mmm..." she moaned lightly.
The motion of Judy's hand picking up the pace propelled me to the edge. I was losing the race between us, and her motions had a hold over me.
I felt my knees weakening as I got closer to my climax. I groaned as the buildup of pleasure began to rise. I tightened my thighs to prevent myself from giving in too quickly, but I was unable to stop it: the initial spurt of semen dashed across Judy's hand. Realizing what was happening, Judy held my cock at a 45-degree angle. I couldn't maintain my grip of Judy's pussy anymore; my body relaxed.
The second and third spasms were the most intense. I rested my head back, watching my cum fly up on ropes and land near Christy's feet.
"Three," I heard Judy count.
My body trembled in the aftermath of orgasm. The last few spurts were weaker, but still came out. Semen still ran down my shaft, across Judy's fingers onto the floor. "Six!" she whispered.
In that moment of stillness, there was an eerie silence. Mary was the one to first break the quietness: "wow!" Nathalie followed, then a collective round of clapping. Slowly, everyone acknowledged what had taken place.
Aunt Jennifer brought me the measuring tape. "Go ahead," she instructed, "you know what's next." I knelt down and measured from the original spot to the furthest my cum had shot - at Christy's feet. I read out, "4 feet and 2 inches."
"Great, thank you." She handed me the towel. "Clean up that mess. I don't want any stains."
I dabbed a corner of the towel on the floor and cleaned up the mess. Judy used the towel to dry her hands. "Thanks," she said, still glowing from her arousal.
The rest of the day passed slowly. The models finished posing, and I cheered along with the rest of the family.
After they left, Aunt Jennifer and I walked them out. Each was given one of the silicone replicas. I held the front door open for them as I felt a hand smack my bottom; Mary grinned at me.
"I bet I can't put this among my other artistic treasures." Christy said to Mary. "Oh, you can," Mary responded with a grin.
"You have a place for art in your bedroom?" Christy asked, realizing her naivety. "Yes, I do." Mary replied with a grin.
Later that evening, Aunt Jennifer seemed a bit detached during dinner, but she was polite enough not to seem upset. I suggested helping out with the dishes, which she accepted.
I joined her on the couch, and she flipped on a drama series we had been following.
At one point, a woman removed another's clothing and began to lick her nipples and abdomen. The scene paused just short of becoming too risque. Seeing this gave me an erection. Aunt Jennifer didn't make a comment, but her eyes conveyed her interest.
After the episode ended, she got ready for bed. "I'm calling it a night, feel free to stay up. But don't watch the next episode without me—I want to know who the father is!"
"Alright, I won't." I responded.
At night, I wasn't able to find a movie or show that I wanted to watch. Tired from the day's events, I retired to sleep.
In the morning, Aunt Jennifer wasn't as distant as the night before. She greeted me as usual, and we spent the day as we normally would. She gave no sign of concern.
As I waited outside the bathroom for about ten minutes, we shared the same one. When I entered from my side, I could see light coming through the small gap between her bedroom door, indicating that she might not have closed it properly. Disregarding it, I started brushing my teeth using an electric toothbrush.
After rinsing my mouth, I still heard the buzzing sound, only this time, it was coming from Aunt Jennifer's room. I couldn't contain my curiosity and slowly pushed open her door. I peered through the opening and found her lying naked on her bed, using a wand-like vibrator on herself. I hadn't been expecting this. Seeing her like this, with her breasts that looked natural and stunning, her nipples standing out like pencil erasers, and her hips firm and athletically defined made me re-evaluate my prior impression of her. However, what made me friend-zone her was the moment I saw her pubic hair--a beautiful triangle covering her pussy. It felt like I was in paradise.
"Bzzzzzzzz," she moaned while using the vibrator.
Being turned on, I started stroking my penis again. When she spread her legs, I had a clearer view of her pubic hair. My eyes locked onto it, feeling like I was in a fantasy world.
"Ahh...Come in." She uttered in a seductive manner.
My heart pounded. I suddenly realized how careless I was, leaving the bathroom light on and potentially revealing my presence to her. She then called out to me again, this time with more authority.
"It's okay, don't worry," she said, assuring me that she wouldn't hold it against me.
"I heard..." I tried to say something, but she cut me off.
"I said: don't worry. "I've seen you and now see me". A wave of relief hit me as I realized my broader context was irrelevant. I noticed she was still holding the vibrator next to her vagina.
"Come closer and do it together with me," she pleaded.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Masturbate." she specified, clarifying her request. "But this is not a regular thing. Also: don't make a mess."
Positioning myself nearby, I stood beside her bed, where she was using the vibrator on herself. It felt like nothing but a raw, unbridled sexual energy filled the room. There was no tenderness or romance, only two people in the room seeking an orgasm.
"Ahhh...Ahhhh," she moaned out in ecstasy.
Her vibrator's humming buzzing sounds combined with the sounds of slapping flesh from my hand stroking my dick.
"Argghh," I groaned while I stood there.
I stared at her, watching her legs twitch as she approached her climax. As she reached hers, I also did, making sure not to create a mess.
Following my climax, there was a moment of silence between us where I could hold my dick while my other hand held my semen. My eyes remained glued to her, her face revealing the emotions of her afterglow.
"Eat it." She instructed me.
"What?"
"You heard me: eat it!" Despite being exhausted from her intense orgasm, she still possessed a commanding presence.
I bent down and licked my cum from my hand. The warm, thick, salty taste didn't feel unpleasant.
Although she had previously told me this would not happen again, she told me,
"This,... this is not going to happen again."
In the following weeks, I thought extensively about the incident. I contemplated the implications it had for my relationship with Aunt Jennifer, my general sexual desires, and my understanding of my personal identity.
Unbeknownst to me, everyone later learned about Nathalie's art show. The fountain of ejaculating penises was the highlight of the show, sparking controversy. Was it art? Was it meant to arouse sexually? Or was it simply an image of beauty, or sexual desire?
"I want to show the beauty of the male's most sacred and intimate part," she declared in an interview, "as something delicate and strong." She never mentioned me being her source of inspiration.
I mentioned Judy, who I went to college with, surprised to realize she also went to the same college as me. We engaged in more masturbation sessions there, even using the penis replica. However, that ended when she found herself a girlfriend. She shared with me that she also used the replica on herself.
One day, I overheard a conversation between my mother and Aunt Jennifer.
"Yeah, Robert is doing well," my mother said.
"I don't mind him helping with a dinner party this holiday season, if that works for him," Aunt Jennifer replied. "What exactly kind of help did you say Robert was needed for again?"
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