Chapter 3 THE SIXTY YEARS VIRGIN LADY

For many years in her youth, one of Spencer's favorite things to do was deflower Florida girls. He, since he was sixteen, has always had a special way of getting to them and managing to remove the much-desired seal. Living in Groveland, a big city, but where many people knew each other, the news spread and thanks to that he deflowered some girls until he finished high school and went to live in Italy, in order to work and earn a living there, far away. the swamps and alligators of Florida.

What he never thought would happen in his life is that he would have the opportunity to deflower his aunt Bridget, who was sixty years old and who many years ago had been married by proxy to an Italian who lived in the United States and owned a vast farm where fruits of various types were planted. Her husband died before she went to Europe and it was up to her to inherit everything and continue with agribusiness.

As soon as Spencer arrived in Italy and stayed in the village of just over a hundred inhabitants, which was on the land of his aunt Bridget. He saw that the women worked at home, in the orchards and the men in the city, with the rare exception of women who went to work in factories, or men who also worked in the fields. But her aunt Bridget was another exception, as the whole village worked for her in the orchards.

Bridget was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, neither ugly nor beautiful... She was an ordinary sixty-year-old woman who was totally respected. Spencer's aunt had many orchards that she inherited and many more that she had bought with part of what she inherited from her husband. She had recently acquired a pair of pruning shears to cut dry branches and round the treetops, and who did she call to cut them? Well, Spencer, her favorite nephew. The truth is, Bridget started asking Spencer to work when he was sixteen. She called Spencer's mom when he was on vacation from school, paying for his ticket and stay in Italy, because she knew he was going to need money for college.

On one of those days, already working in Italy, Spencer went to cut some dry branches from one of his aunt's many orchards. Bridget was driving a tractor and Spencer was sitting next to her. They were in complete silence until they reached one of the mountains that belonged to Bridget's property. As soon as they arrived, it started to rain. Even in the downpour, Spencer cut the pines while it rained while Bridget, cautious as she always was, sheltered from the rain under an umbrella.

Bridget told Spencer to wait out the rain, but he wanted to finish and cut into the rain, covered in a small raincoat that more than protected him from the rain, helped the thirty-year-old man soak himself from the waist down. He cut the dry branches and then cut them into pieces. After that, the man put the branches on the tractor and the two returned to Bridget's house, which was large, but did not match the fortune that the woman had, due to its simplicity. After unloading the branches into a shed, the man went to Bridget's house to eat, as food was included in the service. Spencer knocked on the door and she said:

"Enter and close the door, so that the heat from the fireplace does not decrease".

The iron stove was lit and there was welcome warmth in the hearth. Spencer was soaked from head to toe, even though he'd worked in a raincoat. But he stopped feeling the moisture in his body, when the smell of food prepared by his aunt reached his nose, so hungry he felt.

"You said lunch was on her".

Bridget, stirring pots over the fire, looked at her nephew and smiled.

"Why don't you take those clothes off and put them on a chair to dry?"

Spencer, already thinking about being naughty, thought that his aunt Bridget had ulterior motives, because for him, if it weren't like that, she wouldn't tell him to undress and, as he hadn't had sex for a long time, he was quite malicious at that time:

"Until... Not a bad idea".

The thirty-year-old man took off his small raincoat, rubber boots, sweater, shirt, and pants and laid the garment over the back and seat of a chair. Her aunt Bridget was quite distracted, enjoying herself stirring the food and putting wood on the stove. When she turned around and saw Spencer naked and with his cock dangling, she blushed as red as a bell pepper. As she kept looking at her nephew looking for his dick, he asked her:

"Do you like to look at my cock?"

Bridget was shocked by Spencer's question and said:

"I didn't want you to undress completely. I... I wanted..."

Spencer walked up to her aunt Bridget and gave her a French kiss. When he took his mouth from hers, he saw that her eyes widened as if she was scared. The thirty-year-old man thought he had made an idiot of his aunt, but no: an idiot she almost left him with the slap in the face she gave him. And placing his hand on his aching cheek, with a little anger, he said:

"Why did you tell me to undress if I didn't want to fuck, you bitch?"

Bridget made an even more angry face and slapped Spencer again, this time on the other side of the face.

"You're a deviant: a deviant son of a bitch".

Spencer wrapped his arms around his aunt's body and put his tongue back in her mouth. But Bridget grabbed it with her teeth. He opened his eyes, saw the angry expression on her face and thought she was going to leave him speechless. Luckily she let go and said:

"I'll boot next time".

Spencer's cock had grown erect and was rubbing against Bridget's pussy as she was struggling to get rid of it. He then tried one more time. He kissed her again. This time, his tongue roamed between Bridget's clenched teeth. She looked at her nephew with imposing seriousness and asked:

"Do I look like a rich whore, you deviant?"

"No, you look like an ugly bitch".

"You think you can fuck me by force, just because I'm not pretty?"

"No".

Spencer was really upset that his advances didn't work out.

"So you want to let me go finish making the fucking lunch!"

Before releasing her, the thirty-year-old man said to her:

"I think I screwed up: I won't eat you and I won't have lunch either".

"You talk like you ate something, you deviant".

"What did I eat?"

Spencer released her.

"I'll speak slowly, so you can understand: put on your clothes and leave".

"Won't I get paid for work?"

"You've already been paid".

Spencer stopped for a moment and thought: it's one thing for him to try to have sex with his aunt and another thing for her to take advantage of not paying for his service. He approached Bridget from behind, placed his hands on her soft breasts, placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy and said:

"Either you pay me or I'll do a sexual madness here at your house".

But as threatening as her tone of voice was, her aunt was a tough nut to crack.

"Go... Try, go. As soon as you let me go, I'm going to give you a spanking like your mother never gave you. You depraved piece of shit!"

He, who wasn't going to let his aunt scare him, said:

"We have a dilemma here, auntie: if you give me my daily rate, I'll stop with all this naughty thing. Isn't it better you give me my money?"

Bridget dropped her menacing tone, only to say,

"The food will stick to the pan".

"For me, it can even burn. Will you give my money?"

Bridget felt her nephew Spencer's hard cock poking her ass and gave up.

"Okay, I'll give you the money. But you get dressed, leave, catch the first plane to Florida, and don't say a word to anyone about it".

Spencer released her. The first thing Bridget did was look for her nephew's hard cock. She had never seen anything like it even in her dreams, because she crossed herself as if she had seen something from the other world. And before she went to look for Spencer's pay money, for the weeks worked in her orchards, she said to herself: "These are things that the devil puts in the world to bother us!" Anyway, with or without an attempt to catch his aunt right there in Italian territory, Spencer was paid and fulfilled what his aunt demanded: he packed his belongings, took the first plane back to Florida and upon arriving at his house , said nothing to anyone about what had happened.

The months between July and December passed. Spencer didn't think his aunt Bridget would call him anymore wanting him to come work for her in Italy, but the day before Christmas Eve, she told his mother that she was at her house in Florida and wanted to talk to him about go to work with her on winter break. He went to Bridget's house, which despite being closed for months, was still a very cozy house. When Bridget opened the door for him, she looked taller, and she was, because she was wearing black stilettos. She, with her sixty-one years just completed, looked at him with her blue eyes and smiled:

"Enter Spencer. I was looking forward to you".

The thirty-year-old man entered the house. As always the weather was warm, because the fireplace was lit, as the Christmas cold was quite inviting. Bridget went straight to the kitchen. Spencer followed behind her, looking at her ass: a plump ass that was highlighted by her long red dress. On the table, there was a yellow envelope, a bottle of bourbon, two glasses and two red handkerchiefs on the back of a chair. She sat down at the table, first than him and was direct:

"Sit down, I want to propose something to you".

Spencer sat down at the table. Bridget poured two glasses of whiskey, downed hers in one gulp, and got straight to the point:

"I'll give you two thousand dollars in cash, money that's inside that envelope, for you to celebrate the end of the year with everything you're entitled to, if you let me feel the heat of your body".

Spencer, after hearing that, felt offended, but he also didn't hide his desire.

"You don't have to give me anything, auntie. I would pay to fuck you. You must have a tight, delicious pussy".

"You didn't understand me. I want to feel the heat of a naked man on my naked body, that's all. If I like it, I'll pay you to fuck me later".