In our culture, adolescence can very often be the time of confusion, awkwardness, and self-doubt. A young girl or boy reaches a point at which he begins to question the actions of those around him and to compare himself with his peers. This can involve all areas of his development, including social, sexual, mental and emotional.
Frequently though, a young person finds that friends his own age are even more bewildered than he is, and much too wrapped up in their own problems to be of assistance.
In some cases, a sympathetic adult, perhaps a teacher or relative, is able to help. This can take many forms, but the greater experience and knowledge of the older person is always an essential ingredient in the process.
AUNTIE'S HOT SURPRISE is a fictional account of a perplexed teenager, Timmy and his Aunt Beth, and of their surprising, but not altogether unique approach to this dilemma.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
All through dinner Timmy knew he was in for another agonizing episode. He knew it by the look in his father's eye as he looked at his wife, Timmy's incredibly sexy mother.
Every time his father had that look in his eye he would disappear into the bedroom with his wife. Then Timmy would have to listen to the sounds of fucking as they filled the house.
Not that he didn't like hearing those sounds. He loved it. But it made his horniness gnaw at him. And Timmy was already horny enough.
By the time dessert was served, Joan, Timmy's mother, was smiling conspiratorily back at her husband.
Timmy began looking at his mother as his father was looking at her. Yes, she was a gorgeous and sexy woman. Timmy didn't have any difficulty understanding his father's desire.
Joan's tits were big and firm. And under her silky blouse the erect nipples could be clearly seen. The soft material of the blouse caressed the firm roundness of those boobs. When she walked, her tits would move up and down with a slow and heavy motion.
"Would you like more ice cream?" Joan asked her son.
"Huh? Oh, no thanks," the boy answered.
Timmy wondered if his mother had caught him staring at her tits. But he realized that she was too interested in his father to pay much attention to him.
Timmy watched his mother moving around the kitchen as she cleared the table. Her black hair shimmered over her shoulders, her tits quivered and her shapely ass switched back and forth in her tight slacks.
"Oh, Bill!" Joan screamed as he husband reached out and grabbed her arm.
Timmy watched as his father pulled his sexy wife down on his lap. He kissed her briskly. But Joan jumped up and glanced briefly at Timmy with a shy expression on her face.
"I think I'll go watch TV," Timmy said.
"Good idea, son," Bill said as he got up and went after his wife again.
As Timmy left the kitchen he saw his father lean against Joan's back as she stood at the sink.
In the living room, Timmy stared at the TV. But his mind was with his parents. Now he could hear their muffled voices coming from their bedroom.
Trying to watch television while his parents were doing exactly what he'd been dying to try for several years wasn't easy. At sixteen, Timmy thought it was high time for him to get fucked. But so far, he hadn't been able to find a girl willing to let him sink his prick into her pussy.
So he sat in front of the television with a hard and throbbing cock. Listening to the giggles drifting in from his parents' room put him in a daze of sexual longing.
Finally he couldn't stand it any longer.
Trembling with passion, Timmy went creeping toward his parents' bedroom. As he neared their closed door the sounds of happy lust grew louder.
"Oh, baby," Bill was cooing. "That feels so nice!"
Hearing those words charged Timmy's imagination. What was going on in there at that moment? he wondered. And when was he going to get his chance to play with a woman's naked body?
The sounds from the bedroom changed. Now rather than words, all that could be heard was eager breathing and an occasional gasp of pleasure.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h-h," Timmy heard his mother moaning.
"M-mm-mm," Bill moaned.
Timmy knew from experience that looking through the keyhole wouldn't offer anything interesting. That hole only gave him a view of his mother's dresser.
But now Timmy noticed that the bedroom door wasn't closed all the way. There was a line of light flooding around the door.
Suddenly Timmy felt as though he'd been slugged in the stomach. The idea that he might be able to see his mother and father fucking was the most exciting thing possible for a horny sixteen-year-old kid.
As quietly as he could, Timmy crept to the door. He leaned forward and put his face near the edge of the door where light escaped from the bedroom.
He found that he could see into the room. But all he could see was the side of his father's chest of drawers which stood beside the door.
Timmy was so disappointed he could have cried.
But just being so close to the fucking couple was exciting. And now he could hear every breath and every rustling of the sheet.
Then Timmy noticed that he could see the picture that hung on the wall just above the bed. If he could stand on something he would be able to look over the chest of drawers and see his parents going at it.
But what could he stand on? Timmy's brain cooked with ideas.
He could bring a chair from the kitchen to stand on. But could he get a bulky chair to their door and back into the kitchen without making noise?
Before Timmy scared himself out of the plan, he found himself carrying a chair down the narrow hallway to his parents' room. . With a pounding heart and throbbing cock, Timmy set the chair down in front of the door.
Then he climbed up on it. His horniness was making him dizzy, and he had to be very careful not to fall off the chair. He didn't even want to think what would happen if he were caught.
Pressing his face into the corner of the door jamb, Timmy was treated to a sight that he would never forget.
When his eyes focused, Timmy saw the upper half of the bed. And on it was the upper half of his mother's body. She was on all fours. Her head was bobbing up and down. And below her head stretched Bill's legs.
The sight of his mother sucking his father's cock was a powerful jolt. But when Timmy followed the length of his mother's body with his eyes, he discovered that she was sitting on his father's face. That was an even greater shock.
He could see his father's forehead sticking out beneath his mother's ass. And his father's head was nodding. It didn't take Timmy long to realize that his father was licking his mother's pussy.
Timmy had to push the door open a bit more to get the whole view. But there was no chance that the sucking couple on the bed would notice. They were too busy eating each other.
It had been a long time since Timmy had seen his mother naked. The last time she had appeared nude in front of him he had been too young to be interested. So this was a real treat.
In the position his parents were in now, he couldn't see any of his mother's more interesting parts. But he could see how her tits oozed out from under her as they lay on his father's stomach. And her ass looked fabulous as it bobbed above his father's head.
Timmy never dreamed that his own parents would actually eat each other. Being an innocent kid, Timmy thought that only whores sucked pricks and that only young studs would want to lick a cunt.
But if his parents were doing it, it must be all right. It sure was exciting to watch that kinky action.
Still gasping in voyeuristic shock, Timmy unzipped his pants and fished out his stiff and jerking cock.
Holding his burning prick in his fist, Timmy had to fight the urge to jerk off immediately. He wanted to wait for the rest of the show before spilling his own gism.
"M-mm-mm," Joan hummed on the cock in her mouth as Bill's tongue wiggled in her twat.
Timmy saw his father reach around one of his mother's thighs and grab her ass. Then he seemed to spread the asscheek, giving himself a great view of her asshole. The thought of having a juicy cunt on his face while staring at a chick's asshole seemed like a dream to Timmy. He wondered, doubtfully, if it would ever happen to him.
Joan was obviously holding Bill's balls in one hand while she gobbled up his prick. And Timmy could see that she was getting his dad's fat prick stuffed deeply into her throat.
"M-mm-mm-m," Joan moaned. "Og-ga-a-a."
Although she was gagged by her husband's wang, Joan was sounding out in pure joy.
Timmy began to realize that his mother was coming. He'd never seen a woman in the grip of an orgasm before. It was quite a thrill.
Joan's body began shaking. And Bill had to lift his head to keep his face wedged between the loose lips of her cunt. But Joan didn't stop sucking the prick in her mouth.
Finally, Joan squealed loudly and lifted her crotch from her husband's face.
Timmy understood that she had come, and now couldn't take any more licking on her tender twat. Now he could see his mother's cunt. Right below her round asscheeks the hairy lips of her quim peeked out.
"That was great, honey," Joan said as she lifted her mouth from Bill's cock.
She rolled off her husband, and he swiveled around on his ass so they were side by side.
Now Timmy had a perfect view of his mother's naked body. He could see how her big tits rested on her chest with their enormous weight. And the silver dollar-sized, brown nipples made his mouth water.
Timmy saw how narrow his mother's waist was and how flat her tummy was. But he didn't linger on those features. His eyes moved right over them to the triangular nest of black curls that covered her snatch.
But the view of his mother's cunt was obscured soon by his father's hand. Timmy watched as his mother spread her thighs. Then his father slipped a finger up her tunnel.
Timmy had never even fingered a chick's pussy. He would have give anything to be in his father's place right now, even if the cunt belonged to his own mother.
But watching was going to have to be good enough for now. After all, this was better than anything that had ever happened to him in his horny life.
Joan's body gyrated as Bill's finger moved around inside her twat. She grabbed Bill's prick with one hand. They kissed deeply.
Timmy was still holding his prick. But he didn't know how long he could resist jerking off. He could already feel his gism coming to a boil in him.
"Come on," he heard his mother whisper.
"Fuck me!"
Timmy's eyes widened. He watched his father move over his mother's body. Joan surrounded Bill's hips with her widespread legs.
They were both staring down into their crotches where they were coming together. Although he couldn't see what was going on between their bodies, Timmy could imagine his father's big prick invading his mother's pussy.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Joan gasped. "God, that's wonderful!"
Timmy saw his father's hips press forward as he slid his prick into Joan's cunt. And his mother's gasp told him how good it felt.
Now it was time for Timmy to share in the ecstasy. His fist began moving up and down on the hard bone of his cock.
Timing his fist to the lunges of his father's ass, Timmy tried to imagine how it would feel to have his own prick in the hot envelope of a woman's twat.
While fucking, Joan and Bill looked at one another. And from where he was peering into the room, Timmy could see how his mother's face was contorted in an expression of pleasure.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h," she gasped as her cunt was filled repeatedly with the hard cock.
Timmy's knees began shaking as his own orgasm began blossoming inside him. Still, he tried to keep his fist moving slowly, in the same rhythm as his father's plunging prick. But he was too far gone for self-control now.
"Fuck me!" his mother screamed.
Bill's ass began bucking faster. Now Joan's body was being quaked by each thrust into her snatch.
"I'm coming again!" Joan cried. "Uh-h-h-h-h."
Now Timmy was coming too. Bullets of streaming gism leaped from his prick and hit his parents' door.
With the sight of his parents writhing in climactic joy, Timmy's orgasm was the greatest of his young life.
As his parents' fucking slowed to a stop, Timmy let his fist stop its pumping. He saw how his father lay on the limp body of his mother. Arid Timmy wished he could collapse and rest too. But he had to get out of there before he was caught.
His legs were like rubber from the excitement of watching his parents fuck and from his powerful orgasm. But he managed to climb down from the chair and carry it into the kitchen without making any noise.
Timmy couldn't leave his gism running down his parents' bedroom door, though. What better evidence could he leave?
So, with a pounding heart, he forced himself to go back to the door and wipe it. He held the doorknob so the door wouldn't swing open.
"You're a great fuck, honey," Timmy heard his mother say to his father. "And you seem to get better all the time!"
"It's easy being good with you," Bill said. "I could keep fucking your sweet, tight, cunt all day and night!"
Sweet, tight, cunt, Timmy thought. God, how he'd love to have one to stick his own prick into. Well, maybe if he changed his tactics with the local chicks he could get fucked too.
CHAPTER TWO
The sight of his parents getting it on continued to burn in Timmy's brain. And the next day he vowed to do everything he could to experience that glory for himself.
On Saturday afternoons Timmy and the rest of the kids in the neighborhood would go to the matinee at the movie theater. The boys would ask the girls to sit with them. Then the boys would try to grab the girls' tits.
If a guy got his hand inside a chick's blouse he considered it quite a victory. Once in a while a boy would be able to finger fuck a girl. Then he would prove he wasn't lying by letting the other boys sniff his finger.
On the Saturday after witnessing his parents fucking, Timmy showed up at the movie theater early. He wanted to have the first crack at the hottest chicks.
Timmy's prick was already stiff as he stood in the lobby of the theater. He watched like an eagle as the place began to fill up with kids.
"Hey, Timmy," a voice called.
Timmy saw Chuck, a good friend, coming toward him. But Timmy lost himself in the crowd before Chuck got to him. Chuck was better than Timmy at picking up chicks, so Timmy didn't want Chuck around. After all, he meant business on this particular Saturday.
Then Timmy caught sight of Sally. She was one of the hottest chicks in the neighborhood. She always let some lucky kid feel her tits. And there were stories about her letting guys stick a finger up her twat.
Timmy squeezed through the crowd until he was beside Sally. She was with Nancy, another hot chick. Timmy had never had the nerve to ask either of these chicks to sit with him. They were always in demand, and they usually sat with guys on the football team.
Now, as Timmy approached Sally, he could feel his face turning red. Shyness was weighing him down.
But then he remembered how his mother had looked as she lay naked on her bed. And Timmy knew that Sally would look as good if he could ever get her clothes off. Already, he could see her big jugs jiggling under her tight jersey.
In an advanced state of horniness, Timmy stepped up to Sally and said hello.
"Oh, hi, Timmy," Sally said with a smile.
Her smile encouraged Timmy. But her big tits and shapely ass encouraged him more.
"Would you like to, uh, sit with me?" he asked in a quavering voice.
Timmy's hands were already itching to wrap themselves around Sally's luscious tits. If she turned him down now, Timmy would be shattered.
"Sure, I'd love to," said Sally.
Timmy's heart leaped in his chest. And his prick began to swell.
They walked down the aisle together. Timmy was proud to be seen with Sally. All the boys knew that he was in for a good time. And Timmy was so eager he could hardly wait for the lights to go down.
Sally selected a seat near the side of the theater about halfway down. A perfect place for necking, Timmy thought.
Timmy had grabbed a few tits in that theater. He'd even managed to cram his hand into a bra once. But now he was concentrating on Sally's cunt.
Timmy noticed the kids around them look at him in envy. But he was thinking about how his father had stuck a finger into his mother's cunt. And he was hoping with all his might that he would get a chance to reach into Sally's twat with his long middle finger.
When the lights went down and the screen lit up, Timmy took a deep breath. What if she won't neck with me? he wondered.
But when he put his arm around the girl, she leaned toward him, resting her head on his shoulder. Timmy could smell the sweet odor of her hair.
Just having such a sexy chick close to him made his prick press desperately against his jeans. In the corner of his eye, Timmy could see Sally's tits rising and falling with her slow breathing. And in her lap he could see how her tight-fitting slacks hugged her crotch.
Before the cartoon was over Timmy nudged Sally's head with his own. She turned her face to his. Timmy saw her eyelids close just before their lips met.
Sally could kiss better than any other chick Timmy had necked with. Her lips seemed so soft. And as soon as they began kissing, Sally's lips parted.
Thrusting out his tongue, Timmy felt Sally's tongue meeting his. And as they began exploring each other's mouths, Sally began rotating her head slightly, like an experienced necker. And he could feel her hot breath puffing through her nostrils onto his upper lip.
The longer they kissed, the faster Sally's tits rose and fell. Timmy was sure she was getting hot.
But how hot would she have to be before he dared grab at her boobs?
It wasn't long before Timmy felt one of her beautiful jugs pressing against his side. That seemed like the best invitation he was going to get.
With one arm around the girl's shoulder, Timmy moved the other hand across his own thighs and up to Sally's tit. He could feel his hand shaking as it moved to that warm mound of firm flesh. But when his fingertips felt the tit they seemed to automatically go into action.
"M-mm-mm-m," Sally breathed into Timmy's mouth as he grasped her boob tightly.
His fingers sank into the supple tit as it filled his hand. It was big, Timmy realized. With his fingers spread he could just barely span Sally's tit.
After cupping her entire jug for a while, Timmy began exploring. Running his fingers over the curve of Sally's upturned tit, Timmy surveyed it from top to bottom and from side to side. He felt how the bottom of the knocker rested slightly on the ribs below. And he let his finger slide down the top of the tit.
Then he examined the nipple. Through Sally's cotton blouse, the large, erect nipple felt hard and proud. And Timmy couldn't help wondering how it would feel to take that firm button into his mouth.
With her tit massaged by Timmy's greedy fingers, Sally began reaching farther into Timmy's mouth with her tongue. No other chick had ever kissed him so aggressively. Timmy love it.
In fact, Sally's wiggling tongue gave Timmy the courage to slip his hand underneath her jersey. As he climbed her ribs with his fingers, he found how much more exciting it was to have bare skin under his hand than the cotton of her jersey.
When Timmy recaptured her tit without the barrier of clothing in his way, he felt his whole body surge with lust.
Now Sally's tit lay in his hand in its bare, natural state. How Timmy longed to lift her jersey and plunge his face into that softness! But in the movie theater certain things were not really possible.
But it was possible to get at a girl's cunt in the movies. And Timmy began thinking of that goal. But before trying to finger her, he would have to get her as hot as possible.
"You have such beautiful tits," Timmy breathed into Sally's ear.
He knew that his hot breath in her ear would help. Then he began nibbling her earlobe-something he loved to have chicks do to him.
It seemed to be working. Sally was melting in her seat. Her body was hot and moist. Timmy could feel the sultry atmosphere she exuded.
Slowly, his hand dropped from her tit. It slid along her belly until his fingertips rested at the top of her slacks.
Timmy was holding his breath in suspense. So when he felt Sally suck in her tummy, loosening her waistband for his fingers, he gasped.
Timmy kissed her again. He thought that if his tongue was in her mouth she would be less likely to stop him from what he was about to try.
But such tactics were hardly necessary. When Timmy felt Sally's hand on his thigh, he had all the encouragement he could ask for.
He shoved his fingers into Sally's slacks.
The silken skin of her lower belly sent a wave of pure passion through Timmy. So when he came to the wiry hairs of her cunt, it was a fantastic joy.
He began rooting around in those cuntal curls-each finger behaving like a mouse looking for a nest. Timmy could feel the flesh beneath the curls becoming softer and more plump as he searched lower.
Finally, his long middle finger found the top of her slot. And Timmy knew he was on the threshold of ecstasy.
"Oh, Timmy," Sally moaned softly.
Timmy felt Sally's fingers tighten on his thigh. Her fingers were sending a current of excitement right into his balls. Then he felt Sally's thighs sag open.
Timmy sent his hand farther into Sally's slacks. He began to plow his finger between the yielding lips of her snatch. But before he got very far his hand was wedged tightly between Sally's belly and the constricting waist of her slacks. He just couldn't cram his hand in any farther.
For a while Timmy left his hand where it was. Sally's bristling pubic hair was compressed under his palm. His middle finger was tucked into her cunt lips to the first knuckle. And by wiggling that finger, Timmy could enjoy the way her pudgy twat felt.
But this was hardly what he'd had in mind when thinking about finger fucking a chick. No, this wouldn't do. He knew that there was much more to her cunt. And it needed exploration.
Timmy would have to unfasten the button that held her slacks closed. But would she let him? If she didn't, Timmy didn't know what he would do.
He pulled his finger reluctantly from her hairy cunt and began fumbling with the button. As his finger left her warm gash, Sally seemed sorry to feel it go. But as he grabbed the button that held her slacks closed, Sally seemed to tense.
Timmy got ready to feel her take his hand from its task of opening that button. But she didn't stop him.
When the button popped open, Timmy found Sally's belly and crotch suddenly accessible to his finger.
"Oh, Timmy!" Sally gasped. "Uh-h-h-h-h."
Before crawling back into her pussy, Timmy ran his fingers along the satin skin of Sally's lower belly. And he felt the luxuriant material of her underpants stretched over her cuntal curls.
Then Timmy carefully tucked his fingers into the top of her underpants. Once again he was combing through her kinky pubic hair.
Now, with her cunt vulnerable, Sally held her thighs closed. She was trembling slightly. Timmy understood that she was nervous, but she was hot too. And when Timmy's middle finger crept down to the crack of her cunt, her thighs opened.
Timmy still had his arm around Sally. And their faces were pressed together in the dark of the theater. But now Sally's most secret cave was pierced with Timmy's relentlessly curious fingers.
As he parted the soft and hairy lips of her cunt, Timmy was thrilled at the heat radiating from it. Then he felt how juicy it was. He knew instinctively that the hot liquid would lubricate his finger when he was ready to insert it.
But before plunging into that pit with his finger, Timmy wanted to examine the interesting area just inside the hairy lips.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, that feels so-o-o-o-o nice!" Sally cooed as Timmy's fingers traced the slippery ridges of flesh that guarded the entrance to Sally's body.
The boy never realized that the inside of a pussy could be so interesting. And he was learning how sensitive a cunt was. For every movement of his fingers in her spread lips made Sally writhe and moan.
Slowly, Timmy began to move his finger into the tight aperture of Sally's twat.
Timmy loved the way her tunnel hugged his invading finger. The walls of that cave were so wonderfully smooth and tender. And the hot syrup bathed Timmy's finger. He could tell that a cunt was custom-made to hold a stiff prick.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h, God!" Sally whispered.
As Timmy's finger slid up her twat, she slouched down in her heat, thrusting her crotch forward. Her legs spread farther apart.
Soon, Timmy's finger was as far in Sally's pussy as he could get it. The palm of his hand pressed against her pubic hair. His other fingers were squeezed between her thighs beneath her crotch. And Timmy could feel the bottoms of her rounded asscheeks down there.
When Timmy began wiggling his finger around inside her, Sally began making desperate sounds deep in her throat. Timmy helped her muffle those tell-tale sounds by kissing her with his tongue stuffed into her mouth.
Both kids were so excited they almost forgot that they were in a movie theather.
Timmy could hardly believe he had finally gotten a cunt wrapped around his finger. But he knew he wasn't dreaming because this was better than anything he'd been able to imagine.
As wonderful as it was feeling Sally's hot cavern hugging his finger, and as thrilling as it was to have her hairy mound gripped in his hand, Timmy found that the best part of finger fucking was the excitement that Sally was showing.
It was obvious that the girl was enjoying herself as much as Timmy was.
"Wiggle your finger!" she whispered. "Yeah-h-h-h-h! Oh, God!"
Timmy loved the way Sally was reacting. He especially liked how she was trying to grind the front of her twat against his palm.
Timmy was so excited by fingering Sally's pussy that he forgot about the thrill of having her hand gripping his thigh. But now that her hand began to move toward his crotch he became very aware of it.
Timmy began sliding down in his seat too, so his crotch would be easier for Sally to reach.
"Ah-h," he heard himself sign when he felt Sally's fingers sliding over his imprisoned prick.
Sally seemed to be measuring the lump in Timmy's pants. Her fingers moved along its length, feeling the ridge around the head, and moving along the shaft. She even pressed her fingers into his balls.
"Gee, it's so big and hard!" Sally said, impressed.
But Timmy was too wild with lust to be flattered. Rather, he was wondering if he dared pull his prick out so Sally could really get at it.
But even if he would pull out his prick in a movie theater, Timmy wasn't willing to forego the few seconds of bliss that it would take to fish his prick out.
So Timmy just enjoyed Sally's fingers through his jeans.
Suddenly Timmy felt a strange sensation. The tight tube of hot flesh which was Sally's cunt began gripping his finger in spasms. Timmy had never imagined a cunt could do such a thing.
In his surprise, Timmy stared into Sally's face, And when he did that, he understood. She was coming.
On Sally's pretty face was the same expression he'd seen on his mother's face as she lay beneath his father's fucking onslaught.
The thought that his finger was providing an orgasm for this sexy chick made Timmy very proud. It also excited him, adding to his already outrageous passion.
"O-o-o-o-o-o-o," Sally moaned even though she was struggling to remain quiet. "E-e-e-e-e-e-e. Tommy, you're making me come!"
Sally was moaning and whispering right into Timmy's ear. And her hot breath lifted him even higher in the atmosphere of lust.
Suddenly Timmy realized that he was on the verge of coming too. He had been so absorbed with finger fucking Sally that he hadn't even noticed his own orgasm building.
"Mah-h-h-h, hah-h-h-h," Timmy heard himself gasping.
Then, with Sally's fingers grabbing at the lump in his pants, and with her cunt still throbbing on his finger, Timmy came.
In the darkness of the theater Timmy experienced a blinding flash of white heat. His head filled with pure ecstasy. His body heaved. And a hot, wet sensation covered his twitching prick and balls.
In his passion, Timmy wasn't even aware that he began working on Sally's cunt more vigorously. He didn't notice how she shook and writhed.
Then, gradually, as their pleasure drained away, they realized where they were. Sally suddenly lifted her fingers from the wet stain in Timmy's lap. Then she pushed his hand away from her cunt, taking his finger from her cave.
Looking at the movie screen for the first time, the kids tried to pull themselves together.
Sally zipped up and buttoned her slacks. Timmy tried to lift the wet denim from his crotch, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
Then they both began to notice that the kids around them were taking quick peeks in their direction. And there was some snickering and giggling going on.
But Timmy wasn't sorry for anything that happened. He was thrilled. He'd finally managed to get his finger into a cunt. Could it be long before he was able to dip his prick into one?
"I'll be right back," Timmy said to Sally.
The boy went to the men's room to see if there was anything he could do about the huge wet spot on his crotch. There wasn't. So he went back to where Sally sat and told her he had to leave. She seemed to understand.
Timmy ran all the way home so his wet spot would not be noticed. And when he got home he was glad to find that his parents were out. It would be embarrassing for Timmy if his parents saw what had happened-especially since Timmy knew he wouldn't be able to explain how it happened.
CHAPTER THREE
For the next few days Timmy was in a daze. All he could think of was how it had felt to have his finger up Sally's pussy.
When he'd gotten home from the movies that afternoon, he discovered that his finger still carried the odor of the hot pit he'd explored. And with that funky odor in his nostrils, Timmy spent the evening jerking off.
Even though he didn't wash that funky finger, the smell of cunt juice disappeared after a few days.
Also, Timmy had been thinking so much about Sally's pussy that he couldn't be sure if his memory was accurate. Had her twat really clamped down on his massaging finger? Or had his imagination supplied that detail?
One thing was sure. Timmy would have to get at Sally's cunt again.
But when he called her she said she would be very busy for the next few weeks. Maybe they would run into each other in the movies, she said.
Timmy was terribly disappointed. But hearing her voice made him so excited that he had to jerk off immediately after hanging up the phone.
After the excitement of watching his parents fucking and then finger fucking Sally, Timmy seemed to be right where he started.
He was desperate to feel another twat hugging his finger. He hungered for another set of tits to fondle. And he hoped so desperately to have his dream come true that he thought of nothing else.
"Guess what?" his mother said one day when Timmy came home.
Timmy had no idea what she was going to say. "Aunt Beth is coming to stay with us for a while," Joan said. "She just split up with Jim, her second husband."
Timmy hardly remembered his Aunt Beth. He hadn't seen her for years. But, as he thought about her, he vaguely remembered her as being slightly kooky.
But the thought that another female was joining his world was encouraging. Who knows? Maybe Timmy would get a chance to peek at her naked or something.
Having his aunt coming didn't occupy Timmy's mind for long, though. Thoughts of cunts and tits almost made the boy forget about his aunt.
So when he came home from a day's ball playing and found an unfamiliar car in the driveway, he didn't know what to expect.
"This is your Aunt Beth," Joan said to her son as he entered the house. "You remember her, don't you?"
Timmy was struck dumb. He sure didn't remember Aunt Beth in the way she struck him now. It was only when Beth giggled that Timmy realized that he'd been standing there with his mouth hanging open.
But Timmy didn't reply. He was too busy looking at the fantastic sight of his aunt.
How could he have forgotten a pair of tits like hers? he wondered.
Beth's boobs were huge. And they stood out on her chest like bumpers. In the tight blouse she wore, Beth's big jugs were shown off to their best advantage.
When the woman took a few steps toward Timmy, he saw her tits heave with their shimmering weight. Her nipples could be seen impressing their shape on the shiny, blue fabric of her blouse.
Beth wore her blond hair long. It cascaded down each side of her pretty face and over her delicate shoulders.
Timmy knew he was being rude. But he couldn't help staring at his aunt's jugs as she approached him. Then, when she hugged him, Timmy became terrified that she would feel his hard prick against her stomach.
"Oh, it's so nice to see you again!" Beth said as she took Timmy into her arms and pulled him against her.
Over Beth's shoulder, Timmy saw his mother smiling at them. But he was still speechless. Especially now as he felt her enormous tits flattening over his chest.
"It's, ah, n-nice seeing you t-too," Timmy croaked.
Beth's sexy perfume filled the boy's head. The warmth of her body seeped into his own slim body.
May be Timmy only imagined it, but it seemed that when Beth's tummy pressed against the lump his prick formed in his jeans, she wiggled her hips slightly. In any case, Timmy knew that he hadn't been so excited since sticking his finger into Sally's cunt in the movies.
"My bags are still in the car, Timmy," Beth said. "Would you help me carry them in?"
"Sure," Timmy gasped.
"I told Beth she could have your room," Joan said to her son. "You don't mind, do you, honey?"
"No, I don't mind at all," Timmy said.
In fact, he thought it would be exciting to know that this sexy lady would be lying in his bed.
"I'm sorry to take your room away from you," Beth said.
"That's all right," Timmy said to his aunt while looking down at her big tits. "I can sleep on the couch."
Timmy followed his aunt to her car. Then, laden with heavy suitcases, he led her to his bedroom.
Suddenly it felt strange to be in his own room. But it wouldn't be his room for a while. This beautiful creature with the big tits would be sleeping here, dressing here, undressing here. Would she play with herself in the bed as Timmy had done so many times?
"I'll take my things out of these drawers so you can use them," he offered.
"You're such a sweet boy," Beth said and gave Timmy another kiss.
By that time Timmy had given up trying to hide the big bulge in his crotch. He thought he had caught his aunt glancing down to size up that lump. But he was so preoccupied staring at her tits and ass that he couldn't be sure.
Then Timmy had a real shock.
As he stood there, Beth reached up to her chest and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Timmy felt all the air in his lungs rush out of his open mouth. Was she really going to undress right in front of him?
As he stood gaping, Beth's tits began to emerge. He could already see the creamy skin above her twin peaks. Then the curves of the tits showed in the widening vee of her blouse.
While fingering the button that would totally expose her gigantic boobs, Beth walked up to where Timmy stood. The button opened. But Beth kept her blouse closed with her hand so her tits didn't completely escape. Timmy couldn't quite see her nipples.
"And now if you'll excuse me...." Beth said with a smile. "I think I'll rest for a while. I've been driving all day!"
In his confused lust, it took Timmy a few seconds to realize that his aunt wasn't offering him her tits after all.
"Oh, yeah, sure," Timmy began stammering as he backed toward the door.
Beth laughed happily as she followed her nephew to the door. Then, just as Timmy was about to back out of the room, she reached out and took his hand.
"You really are a very sweet boy," she said, pulling Timmy's hand to her chest. "I think we're going to be friends."
Beth kissed Timmy quickly on the cheek as she pressed the back of his hand to one firm tit. And her blouse opened enough for the boy to get a good view on her entire jug. He could see the pink cone of her erect nipple as it capped the snowy mound of tit-flesh.
In another second, Timmy found himself standing outside the closed bedroom door. He was stunned.
The rest of the afternoon was a torment. Even after he went into the bathroom and jerked off, Timmy's prick remained hard for the rest of the day.
When Bill got home from work he caressed his sister and began talking about old times and the things they used to do as kids. Timmy loved listening. But Joan made him help prepare dinner.
During dinner, Timmy resumed staring at his aunt's tits. Under the table his prick throbbed painfully.
"We're going over to Uncle Ralph's," Bill told Timmy after dinner. "Would you like to go along?"
"No, I think I'll stay home," Timmy said.
Uncle Ralph was a bore. Besides, Timmy had another reason for wanting to stay home.
When his parents and Beth left, Timmy went to his room. He hadn't thought about it, but he felt a strong urge to spend some time in his bedroom now that his aunt was occupying it.
As soon as he entered the room he knew it had changed. There was a lingering odor that suggested a cat's den-musky and sweet. Then he noticed the perfume bottles spread on his dresser. And he saw how the unmade bed still seemed to hold the shape of the sexy body it had contained that afternoon.
Timmy noticed that Beth's suitcases were out of sight. He looked in the closet, and there they were. But when he lifted one he found it was empty.
So Timmy went to his dresser. He didn't know why his hand shook as he pulled open the first drawer.
There, in the drawer, was exactly what Timmy had hoped to find. Although he hadn't admitted it to himself, he was interested in checking out his aunt's underwear.
Reaching into the piles of silken garments, Timmy was thrilled. He lifted out of the drawer a pearly, shining pair of bikini panties.
As he held the panties up in front of his face he tried to imagine his aunt's cunt and ass filling them. He knew that the crotch of the underpants had hugged Beth's cunt just as he longed to do.
Not understanding how he could be so excited by a bit of nylon, Timmy acted instinctively.
He unzipped his fly and pulled out his prick. Then, trembling with perverted excitement, he draped the cool material of the panties over his hot and jerking rod.
As excited as he already was, having the sexy panties hanging over his prick sent Timmy into a fit of passion like he'd never known.
When he'd enjoyed the panties hanging over his prick as much as he could, he lifted that tiny garment and brought it to his face.
Breathing through the crotch of the underpants, Timmy detected a faint odor. It was the same odor he'd smelled on his finger after finger fucking Sally.
Timmy put the panties down on the top of the dresser. Then he pulled out one of his aunt's bras.
Holding the bra up, Timmy examined it. It was very low cut-the cups would barely cover Beth's nipples, Timmy thought. The bra was made of the same shimmering material as the panties. It wasn't the sort of bra that held a woman's tits imprisoned. Rather, it was like twin hammocks that a pair of jugs could rest in.
Timmy put the bra on top of the dresser with the panties. For a while he searched through the other underwear. It occurred to him that his aunt didn't have any girdles or elastic bras. No. She was a woman who liked to let her body shake and move.
Then Timmy's brain began to reel. Standing there with his prick sticking out, he was consumed with a very kinky desire.
Not quite believing what he was about to do, Timmy began to undress. When he was naked, he reached for the panties lying on the dresser. Then, with every atom in his body burning with lust, he stepped into the underpants and pulled them up.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Timmy felt the undies hugging his balls and ass. And his twitching cock was held against his belly, but the cockhead stuck out above the low waistband.
Timmy didn't understand why, but there was something awfully exciting about having his aunt's underpants on.
He turned around. Looking over his shoulder, he examined the way the female garment held his ass.
Then Tommy added his aunt's bra to his masquerade.
With the empty cups of the bra hanging on his chest, Timmy was hotter than he had ever been in his horny life.
He pushed the top of the underpants down slightly so his prick could stick out at its normal angle. Then he wrapped his hand around it.
Timmy knew he could shoot his load with just a few strokes-he was that excited. So he began pulling the loose skin of his cock back and forth as slowly as he could.
As he jerked off, Timmy thought about his aunt. He remembered how her tits had felt as they pressed their softness against his chest. And he pictured her tit as it appeared when he looked down into her opened blouse.
"We're going to be friends," his aunt had said.
And Timmy was sure that meant she was going to fuck him.
After a few seconds, Timmy experienced a crashing orgasm. His gism flew. A storm of pleasure ranged though his shaking body.
Then, when he was back to his normal self, he began to feel foolish dressed in his aunt's underwear. He quickly stripped it off and put it back in the drawer.
Timmy felt pretty weird. Was he becoming some sort of pervert? He thought that the years of sexual deprivation had warped his mind. But he knew what the cure was-fucking.
Timmy began to picture his aunt as a nurse who could cure him. With her sweet pussy, she had the power to save her nephew from a life of sexual perverson. If only she would!
CHAPTER FOUR
By the time his parents and aunt got home that evening, Timmy had revisited his aunt's underwear. All in all, he jerked off three times with the excitement of her underwear spurring him on.
"You should have come along," Beth told Timmy when she, Joan and Bill got home. "We had a great time. What did you do here all evening?"
"Nothing," Timmy said too quickly.
Timmy felt his face grow hot. And he thought his aunt looked at him strangely.
If he was becoming a pervert, he'd better learn how to act normally so he wouldn't give himself away. Suddenly Timmy began to worry that he hadn't put Beth's underwear back into the drawer just right, and she would know what he'd been up to.
He had fantasies of having his aunt invite him into her room when his parents went to sleep. But now he was so nervous about her finding that he'd put on her underwear, he could hardly face her.
So Timmy climbed into the sheets his mother had arranged on the couch for him. As he lay there, he listened to his aunt going back and forth to the bathroom.
Maybe she would come to him yet, Timmy thought. But why would she? Why would a sexy chick like her need an inexperienced kid like him? Besides, Timmy felt so guilty about his dressing in his aunt's underwear he didn't think he could fuck her anyhow.
Still, hope of sex dies hard. And Timmy felt disappointed as the house grew quiet and Beth didn't show up in the living room.
The next morning, as Beth began to dress, she noticed something strange. On the pair of panties she was pulling on there was a dried gism stain.
At first, Beth was merely disappointed that one of her favorite pairs of panties was stained. But then she recognized what the stain was. Ordinarily, gism on her underwear wouldn't be surprising. But she hadn't fucked for almost two weeks-since she left her husband. And this pair of undies had been bought after she left him.
Beth began to examine the underpants more carefully. Her detective work produced another clue. A dark, curly hair was lying in the crotch of the panties. Beth's own pubic hair was blond.
It was hard to believe at first, but she had to conclude that Timmy had tried on her underpants.
"The poor kid," she said to herself.
But pity wasn't the only emotion Beth was feeling. She couldn't help picturing the boy dressed in her underpants. And the mental picture made her cunt ooze hot syrup.
As Beth pulled on the underpants, with the stain and pubic hair still in them, she thought about the huge bulge she had seen in Timmy's pants the day before.
She had to admit to herself that she had flirted with the boy. And although she had only done it in a playful mood, pressing his hand to her tit and giving him a glance into her blouse would drive any guy wild.
So maybe it figured that the poor, horny kid would put on her underwear, Beth thought.
But she soon forgot about Timmy as her own lust grew.
Watching herself in the mirror, she pulled the panties up so high the nylon crotch slipped between her asscheeks. Then she spread her legs and bent her knees. That opened her cunt lips so the crotch of the panties disappeared between those hairy, soft lips.
Standing straight again, Beth enjoyed the way her crotch was squeezing the crotch of the panties. The nylon pressed against her clit and held the inner lips of her twat opened. And between the firm cheeks of her ass the taut nylon lay firmly over her asshole.
While staring at her cunt in the mirror, Beth took her big jugs into her hands. She massaged her melon-sized tits slowly at first, then more vigorously.
With her fingers spread over her tits, Beth threw her head back and sighed in the heat of sexual joy.
Letting her gaze move up the reflection of her body in the mirror, she watched herself lift one big tit to her face. With boobs as big as hers were, she only had to lower her face a tiny bit to reach her nipple with her tongue.
Then she lifted her other tit to her face without dropping the first. Her head moved as though she were saying no as she slid her hot tongue from one nipple to the other.
Sucking on her own tits made Beth's cunt run freely. Soon the exciting odor of her juice reached her nose. The nylon between her twat lips acted as a wick as it soaked up her juice.
Suddenly, Beth let go of her tits. She gasped as they dropped back to her chest with a heavy wobble.
Then her tits began to hang low as Beth bent down to pull off her underpants.
Being a very sensuous chick, Beth could enjoy every aspect of sex. Even her own cunt juice excited her. So she did just as her nephew had the night before. She brought her panties to her face. As her mouth and cheeks were dampened by the juice soaking her panties, Beth breathed in the moist odor.
The, dropping the panties to the floor, she moved toward the dresser and the mirror above it. Quivering with heat, she lifted her left foot to the top of the dresser.
Now she had a good view of her own pussy in the mirror. Her right hand went to her cunt. Her left hand reached around her raised thigh and also went to her cunt.
With one leg raised, Beth's cunt was already spread. The pink inner lips could be seen. But with her fingers lined up along each side of her pussy's smile, Beth pulled the hairy mound wide open. And the sight of her gaping cunt in the mirror made her legs go limp.
Leaning forward, resting her left tit on her raised thigh, Beth began massaging the interior of her spread pussy.
At first, she merely tickled the wet flesh inside her plump lips. But gradually she moved one finger between her delicate inner lips and into her flowing pit.
A finger of her other hand covered her clit lightly.
Then, with a well-practiced motion, she rubbed her twat into ecstasy.
Her usual procedure for jerking off began. The long, slender finger she had stuck up her twat began to stir. The lining of her cunt's cave began radiating pure bliss as her finger moved around and around.
The finger on her clit remained still. And she only put a slight pressure on that erect bud. Actually, the finger stirring her cunt made her clit wiggle around on her finger. Only when she neared her climax would she actually rub her tender clit.
Watching her fingers working in her cunt as reflected in the mirror, Beth began to go wild with sexual pleasure.
The loose tit swung freely, tapping gently against the ribs below. Her other tit, pressed to her lifted thigh, was kneaded like dough as she shook.
As she worked on her cunt, Beth's mouth dropped open. Her eye lids sagged. And her breath came faster and deeper.
"Ah-h-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned softly.
But just as her orgasm was rising, a knock on the bedroom door stifled it.
"Aunt Beth?" Timmy's voice called.
In a flash, Beth sprang from her masturbatory position at the dresser. She dove into the bed just as the door opened slightly.
"Can I come in and get something?" Timmy asked as he timidly stuck his head into the room.
Now it was Beth's turn to suffer embarrassment. It was her face that became red.
"Sure," she said, as steadily as she could. "Come on in."
Timmy walked over to the dresser where his aunt had so recently been jerking off. He glanced at her with a smile. Then he pulled open the lowest dresser drawer and took out a shirt and a pair of socks.
But by the time Timmy stood again, he was struck by the unmistakable smell of simmering cunt juice. Then he noticed the pair of panties lying on the floor right in front of him. And he recognized them as the pair he had put on the night before.
Timmy's heart froze. He looked at his aunt again, this time in horror.
Had she discovered that he had put on those panties? But he was confused by the way his aunt looked at him. If anything, she seemed like the guilty one.
She lay on the bed, the covers pulled desperately up to her neck. Her face was flushed, her expression severe.
She wasn't at all the same woman who had teased Timmy the day before.
"Mom said to tell you that breakfast will be ready," Timmy said, with a constricted throat.
Then he hurried out of the room.
Once out of his aunt's sight, Timmy began trying to figure out what had been going on. Why was that pair of undies on the floor? Why did the room smell of hot cunt juice? And was Beth as scared or nervous as she looked?
In his fevered head, Timmy thought up the most fantastic reason to explain it. He imagined that his aunt got up, put on the undies, and got excited for some reason. Then she took off the panties and began jerking off.
But Timmy knew that his explanation was too fantastic. And he decided that the undies on the floor weren't the same ones he'd tried on. The cunt juice odor was probably just his imagination.
Meanwhile, in Timmy's room, Beth was continuing her jerking off.
She had seen how Timmy reacted to seeing those panties on the floor. His shock confirmed Beth's suspicions that he'd put them on.
Beth threw the covers off, spread her legs, and began rubbing her cunt again.
The orgasm that Timmy had interrupted by knocking on the door was soon resumed. And with a finger up her twat and another diddling her clit, Beth was shaking and gasping.
Part of her pleasure came from the knowledge that Timmy could come back at any moment. Maybe he had forgotten something, Beth thought. And she vowed to herself that if he did come back, she would continue to lie there, jerking off. That would give the boy something to think about.
But Timmy didn't come back. The next time he saw his aunt was at the breakfast table. And she was smiling at him again, pointing her big jugs at him as she asked him about his girl friends.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bill went to work, Joan and Beth went shopping, and Timmy went to the lot where the boys played baseball.
But Timmy couldn't keep his mind on the game. Several times he missed easy pop flys at his second base position. And once he forgot that his team was in the field, so as second baseman he began running for third when the ball was hit. He was halfway to third base when he noticed he was wearing his baseball glove.
The poor kid was so embarrassed that he quit playing. He spent the rest of the game sitting under a tree, thinking about his aunt.
"That was really funny when you started running for third and you were playing second base Larry said to Timmy after the game.
"Oh, shut up," Timmy said.
"What's the matter, Timmy?" Bob asked. "Still thinking about necking with Sally in the movies last Saturday?"
"Yeah, big shot," Chuck said. "What did you get off her, anyways?"
"I heard that you creamed in your pants," Bob said. "Is that why you left in such a hurry?"
"You would have creamed in your pants too," Timmy said. "I'd like to see you with your finger up Sally's cunt and her hand rubbing your cock."
"Did you really finger fuck her?" Larry asked.
Timmy smiled. He didn't answer right away. It was nice being the center of attention. And he knew that all the guys were getting hard pricks just thinking about what he'd done.
"Yeah, sure I finger fucked her," he finally said. "And what a nice, tight cunt she has!"
"Gee, I'd give anything to get my finger up her twat," Chuck said.
"Believe me," Timmy said. "It just makes you want to stick your prick in her cunt. Your finger is where your prick wants to be. And your prick is creaming in your pants. What a drag!"
The boys sat quietly for a few minutes as they contemplated the horrors of horniness. Then Chuck mentioned that he'd seen a gorgeous chick outside Timmy's house.
"That's my Aunt Beth," Timmy said. "She's staying with us for a while."
"What a gorgeous piece of ass!" Chuck said.
"Maybe she'll fuck you," Larry suggested.
"Yeah, I think she might!" Timmy said, getting excited suddenly.
"Oh, bullshit," Bob said. "An aunt doesn't fuck her own nephew!"
"Why not?" Chuck asked. "She could if she wanted to."
"Yeah, she could if she wanted to," Bob said. "But aunts don't want to."
"Well, I'll be ready if she does want to," Timmy said.
But then his excitement turned to depression as he found himself about to tell the guys of his trying on her underwear. He would have to keep control of himself or wind up being known as a pervert.
So Timmy meandered home. When he got there, his mother and aunt were sitting in the living room. They were sipping drinks and laughing about silly things.
Timmy couldn't even go to his room since it was now his aunt's. So he went out to the garage and fooled around until dinner time.
During dinner his horniness was toyed with again by his aunt as she kept giving the boy peeks into her low-cut blouse. When she laughed, the exposed tops of her jugs quivered like jello.
And although he realized his parents and aunt could see how fascinated he was by those boobs, he was powerless to look away.
The evening brought more torture.
Sitting around in front of the TV, Timmy was still a slave to his sexual hunger. He changed his seat several times to get a better view of his aunt.
Finally, he wound up lying on the floor across the room from Beth. He couldn't help feeling that all the adults knew exactly what he was doing-peeking up Beth's short dress. But, still, he couldn't help himself.
And Beth wasn't helping either. Rather than put on a pair of slacks and an ordinary blouse, she always wore sexy, revealing outfits.
Once, Beth uncrossed her legs, spread her thighs, then recrossed her legs with the other leg on top. But before she recrossed her legs, Timmy had a good look at her crotch. He saw how her underpants stretched over her fat cuntal mound.
After his glance up her dress, his eyes met hers for an instant. It seemed to Timmy that his aunt had a strange expression on her face. He thought it was a sexy look. But he was so inexperienced he wasn't even sure what a sexy look was.
But one thing was sure. His aunt knew he was looking at her. And she didn't seem to mind.
"We'd better go to bed so Timmy can have the living room to himself," Joan said at about eleven.
"Yeah, I'm tired anyhow," Beth said.
Timmy again felt a pang of disappointment. Deep in his horny body he hoped Beth would want to fuck him. But if she were tired, the chances were even less than Timmy had thought.
So he was left alone. He didn't even bother making up the couch. Merely throwing a blanket around him, Timmy lay down and waited for the mercy of sleep to deliver him from his raging horniness.
But from the living room Timmy could look down the hallway that led to the bedrooms. And he could see that the light was still on in his room long after his aunt went in.
Finally, Timmy decided to investigate. He went to the bathroom, passing his bedroom door to get there.
The door was opened slightly, and as he passed he got a quick view of his aunt lying in his bed reading a magazine.
On his way out of the bathroom, Timmy walked as slowly as he could past his bedroom door. He peeked in again.
"Timmy?" Beth whispered.
Timmy's heart skipped a beat. This could be it, he realized. But he was ready to crash if his aunt asked him where a clean towel could be found or how to set his alarm clock or some unimportant thing like that. And, in all probability, that was the sort of thing she wanted.
Timmy knew how ridiculous he was being.
"Yeah?" he asked as he poked his head into the room.
Before Beth could say anything, Timmy again noticed the heavy atmosphere she brought to his room. And his prick was already inflating.
Then Timmy noticed that the magazine Beth was reading was his. It was one of the magazines he kept under his mattress. It was full of pictures of naked women. Timmy like to look at it when he jerked off.
"Hey," he said angrily as he strode to the bed. "That's mine!"
He didn't know why he hadn't taken the magazines out from under his mattress. He knew that sometimes the magazines creaked when he rolled over a certain spot on the bed.
He rushed to his aunt and grabbed the magazine from her. In his rage even the sight of her tits barely hidden under her sheer nightgown didn't interest him.
The poor kid felt bad enough about being so horny. But he wouldn't let himself be mocked. Why should his aunt call him in just to show him that she'd found his dirty magazines?
"Timmy!" Beth said sternly. "Don't be angry. I just wanted to talk to you."
Timmy couldn't resist. Beth was simply too sexy and gorgeous to be angry with. Besides, talking would give him more time to ogle her body. And it would be exciting if she wanted to talk to him about that magazine.
Timmy felt his pajamas being lifted at the crotch by his growing prick. So he held the magazine in front of his crotch.
This time he was sure he'd caught his aunt taking a quick look at his crotch before he got the magazine in place. And she saw him catch her.
Still, she didn't seem the least bit embarrassed.
"Sit down," Beth said, patting the side of the bed.
Timmy did as she said, as though he were in a trance. His prick was fully stiff now. And he had to adjust it in his pajamas so it wouldn't stick its head out.
Sitting so close to Beth's warm body was more exciting than Timmy expected. For one thing, she smelled lovely. And for another, he could see her tits right through her nightgown. The pink material let the perfect roundness of her tits be seen. Her pink nipples were beautiful, shaped like coins stuck at the tip of each tit.
But Timmy struggled not to let it become too noticeable that he was staring at her tits.
"I reached under your mattress and found this," Beth said as she tapped the magazine that Timmy still held over his crotch.
Timmy felt her taps as the magazine pressed against his prick.
"I know that it's tough being a teenager," Beth said. "Gee, I remember how horny I was at your age!"
When she said that, Timmy was able to look up from her tits, into her face.
Then Timmy saw Beth look down at his lap. A smile came over her face. And when Timmy looked down, he saw what she was smiling at. The magazine resting on his crotch was bouncing up and down with the twitches of his cock.
Timmy froze. He was about to jump up and run out of the room. But Beth caught his wrist.
The touch of Beth's delicate hand on his wrist made Timmy weak.
"Timmy," Beth began in a soft voice. "Maybe I can help."
Timmy looked into his aunt's face again. This time he couldn't fail to understand what her expression meant.
He felt her pulling his wrist to her chest. Then Timmy felt her huge tit under his hand as Beth put his hand on it.
It took Timmy a few seconds to get over his initial shock. But as soon as he did he sprang into action. His fingers sank into the supple flesh of his aunt's tit.
They kissed. Timmy felt Beth's mouth open, and he reached into it with his greedy tongue.
This was nothing like necking with Sally in the movie theater, Timmy realized. This was real sex!
Timmy and his aunt wrapped their arms around each other and pressed their bodies together. The boy's prick slipped out of his pajamas and became tangled in the filmy material of Beth's nightgown. And under that gown, Timmy could feel his aunt's warm belly pressing against his cock.
Being in bed with such a sexy woman, a woman who was going to make her cunt available to him, made Timmy's mind go blank. All he was aware of was his incredible lust and the softness of the body in his arms.
But slowly the reality of what was happening began to filter through to his consciousness.
Timmy began to taste the sweet saliva that his tongue swam in. And his fingers began to covet the sensation of squeezing luscious tits.
Timmy realized that he was hurting his aunt by squeezing her tits too tightly.
He took control over his grasping hands, forcing them to ease up. He moved his fingers over the large globes of her tits while her stiff nipples tickled his palm.
Timmy popped one buoyant tit out of Beth's nightgown. He looked at it. The sight made him wiggle down his aunt's body until his face was poised right over her great white whale of a tit.
After studying her escaped tit for a few seconds, marveling at its size and firmness, and admiring the large gumdrop of a nipple, Timmy thrust his face into it.
He had never imagined anything so soft and tender. As his nose and chin sank into her boob, Timmy opened his mouth. Like a hungry kitty, he stuffed his mouth full of his aunt's hard nipple.
His aunt's words thrilled Timmy as much as her burning body did. After all, she was an experienced woman. So if he could make her groan and cry out, he was doing very well. With his added confidence, Timmy was able to begin sucking more gently, with skill.
Although he was gasping for air in his excitement, Timmy forced himself to lick his aunt's nipple slowly and sensuously.
With Beth running her hands through his hair and wrapping her legs around his legs, Timmy moved his tongue tip around the puckered flesh of her nipple. He fluttered his tongue on it, then opened wide and took her nipple deep into his mouth again.
"You really do know how to suck a tit!" Beth said. "Um-mm-m."
Even with his mouth full of tit, though, Timmy was eager to get on with his dream-come-true.
So he began lifting the material of Beth's nightgown. Lifting it to her thighs, he pulled up and up, until he felt them under his hands.
Suddenly, Timmy realized that his stiff prick and loose balls were lying right on his aunt's bare thigh. He thought he could feel her fleecy pubic hair tickling his belly.
Still sucking her tits, Timmy sent one hand to his aunt's crotch. Since Beth had her legs wrapped around Timmy's thighs, though, he couldn't immediately stick a finger into her pussy. But he ran his fingers through her cuntal carpet. Then he felt Beth release her leg-grip on him.
Beth's thighs melted like butter. Her legs fell away from her nephew's. And her cunt was exposed to his advancing fingers.
Timmy was surprised at how silky Beth's pubic curls were. And as he wrapped his hand around her soft mound, a moan escaped from his throat.
"Uh-h-h-h-h, oh, God!" Beth cried in a desperate voice.
Squeezing his handful of pussy, Timmy felt the warmth of flowing cunt juice bathe his fingers.
Timmy's middle finger lay right over the slightly spread cleft of his aunt's snatch. So all he had to do was curl that finger slightly and it entered her crack.
"S-s-s-s-s-s," Beth sounded as she sucked air quickly into her mouth.
Her body stiffened when Timmy's finger entered her twat. And Timmy felt as though he was in complete control.
Her thighs spread further, opening her cuntal mouth wider.
The last time Timmy had a finger in a chick's twat he was sitting in a movie theater. Now he realized how limited that position had been. But lying beside his aunt while fingering her twat enabled the boy to move his fingers freely within her gash.
So he began by examining the outer regions. Slithering flesh moved under his exploring fingers. Plentiful, slippery juice let his fingers slide smoothly.
"O-o-o-o," Beth would moan every few seconds.
It didn't take long for Timmy to learn that when he touched a certain spot, a bump near the front of her slit, his aunt would moan. So he carefully concentrated his fingers on that tender button.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, Timmy!" Beth cried. "O-o-o-o-o-o. Honey, stick a finger up my pussy!"
So Timmy left that magic button. Moving his middle fingertip around in circles, he soon found the entrance to her body.
As he inserted his strong finger into his aunt's cunt, Timmy looked up from her tit. He wanted to see the expression on her face as he invaded her snatch.
The look on Beth's face didn't disappoint him. She wore an even lovelier expression of bliss than Sally had when he finger fucked her.
Timmy moved his finger in and out and around and around. The satiny lining of Beth's pussy caressed his finger.
Looking down from Beth's face, Timmy found beauty and excitement in every part of her body. She had begun writhing slowly when Timmy had stuck his finger up her twat. And now he could watch her heavy boobs rolling from side to side with her movements.
Then Timmy looked down at his aunt's crotch. Below her pubic patch, he watched his hand moving as his finger gyrated inside her twat. Beyond his hand, Timmy saw how Beth had her legs splayed. Her knees were bent and her heels were planted firmly on the bed.
Timmy felt his aunt's hand at the back of his neck. He looked up. She was looking at him with half-closed eyes. Her mouth was curled in a weak smile. Her satisfaction was obvious.
Beth pulled his face to hers. They kissed again.
Timmy wondered if she really wanted to kiss him, or if she felt uncomfortable with him watching her writhing in ecstasy.
In any case, it was outrageously exciting to be trading tongues with this sexy chick while fingering her pussy.
Timmy's prick had been brought into contact with her tummy when he kissed his aunt again. But when he felt her fingers creeping over his twitching rod he pulled it away from her stomach so she could get a real grip on it.
And she did get a grip on it. Timmy didn't understand how, but she managed to hold his cock with an incredibly exciting grip. He'd never been able to make his own hand feel so good on his prick.
Now, with his tool in his aunt's skillful fingers, Timmy began to feel the lust take shape in his balls.
He took his mouth from hers and began sticking his tongue into one of her ears. Then he kissed her neck as he thrilled to the way she handled his prick.
Her fingers seemed to dance along the length of his cock. Then she would squeeze his bloated cockhead with just the right amount of pressure. But what really made Timmy curl with rapture was when Beth scooped up his balls in her palm and sent her fingers beneath them, near his asshole.
Suddenly, Timmy had to get his prick into his aunt's pussy. After his years of deprivation, he simply couldn't wait another second.
He began pulling his finger from her twat and climbing aboard. Even though he couldn't imagine his aunt refusing to fuck him after all this, Timmy had a moment of fright. But that was soon taken care of.
"Come on, fuck me!" Beth gasped. "Let me feel your big prick inside me!"
Timmy climbed between his aunt's spread legs. He covered her body with his own. One of her tits was still in her nightgown. And Timmy could feel the material of her pulled-up nightgown between their bellies.
But what he was really concentrating on was the way his prick-knob was plowing through her soft pubic hair.
Timmy had always assumed that his prick would know the way into a snatch. But he was getting frustrated and embarrassed as he searched for that wet opening in vain.
"Wait," Beth whispered.
Timmy stopped his unsuccessful lunging. Then he felt his aunt reach toward their crotches. She took his bucking cock in a firm grip and guided it to her gash.
Following his aunt's trail-blazing, Timmy soon felt his prick being devoured in a steamy, slippery envelope.
When his fat cockhead was in place, Beth removed her hand. Timmy pressed his hips forward. And he was plugged in-he was fucking!
Finally getting his prick buried in a hot cunt was greater than Timmy had ever dared imagine. The hot sleeve of Beth's twat held his throbbing prick firmly, gently, and with blinding excitement.
But it was when Timmy began moving his cock in and out that he felt the full bliss of fucking.
As he pulled his prick back from the depths of Beth's tight cunt, its walls seemed to be sucking, tugging at his cock. With heat and just the right amount of friction, Timmy's cock was stroked and caressed.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Beth moaned in a tone that made Timmy's cock jerk.
Then he pushed his prick back in until their pubic hair mingled. And Timmy found that the in-stroke was even better than the backstroke. He especially liked the way his aunt's body seemed to bounce as the blunt tip of his prick crashed into the end of her tunnel.
So in and out Timmy drove his cock. And it wasn't long before his prick was burning with orgasmic joy.
Timmy was aware of his aunt's body bucking and gyrating beneath him. But his own intense pleasure occupied most of his awareness.
When his gism flowed, Timmy knew that none of his jerking off had given him such a fantastic climax. Now his whole body vibrated with the pure bliss of coming.
"Uh-h, uh-h-h, uh-h-h-h," he grunted with each thrust of his erupting prick. "I'm coming, Aunt Beth!"
Then, when his orgasm had run its course, Timmy began to realize how violently Beth was squirming under him.
"Don't stop!" she cried desperately. "Fuck me! Keep fucking me!"
This was unexpected. But Timmy was glad to keep his prick sliding in and out.
So that was it, Timmy realized. Beth simply hadn't come as quickly as he had.
Now, with his aunt's twat gripping his throbbing prick with rhythmic spasms, Timmy knew he had truly entered the wide world of fucking.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h," Beth moaned softly as her body slowed its powerful bucking. "Timmy, that was the best fuck I've ever had!"
Timmy was not only thrilled by finally getting fucked, and overjoyed with the pleasure he experienced. He was also very proud of himself for making a chick like Beth howl with ecstasy.
The boy lay on his aunt's sweating body. And his prick lay in the moist grip of her cunt.
"Maybe you'd better leave now," Beth said after a blissful rest. "I'd hate to fall asleep like this and have your parents find us in the morning."
Timmy had to admit that his aunt was right. So he pulled his shrunken prick from her cunt, took a last look at her nakedness, pulled up his pajamas, and left her.
Lying on the couch in the living room, Timmy thought about every moment of joy he'd had with Beth. And when he fell asleep, he dreamed of her sweet cunt.
CHAPTER SIX
After dreaming of fucking his aunt all night, when Timmy woke in the morning he couldn't be sure that he hadn't dreamed the whole thing. But a quick sniff of his fingers proved that it had not been a dream.
He could hear the clatter of dishes in the kitchen. Then he heard Beth's and his mother's voices.
Timmy quickly pulled on his pants and a jersey. Then he went into the kitchen.
His heart was pounding. Somehow he thought that his parents would know what he'd been up to. But everything seemed normal. When he looked at his aunt, she merely smiled as usual and said good morning.
His father treated him normally, too. But Timmy had the feeling that his mother was avoiding meeting his eyes.
Soon after his father left for work, Timmy took off for the company of his friends. He couldn't wait to tell them what had happened. And he wanted to get away from his aunt and mother.
"What are you grinning about?" Chuck asked Timmy as they waited for enough guys to show up to have a ball game.
"Yeah, you look like a happy idiot," Bob added.
But Timmy didn't say anything. His smile broadened, though.
"Hey, did you fuck last night?" Chuck asked.
"He's going to try and tell us that he fucked his aunt," Bob said. "Bullshit!"
"Did you fuck her?" Chuck asked incredulously. "Did you? Huh?"
So far, Timmy hadn't said a word. But the news was out. Fucking was always on these boys' minds, so it was natural that they would guess.
"He did fuck her," Chuck said to a doubtful Bob.
"Get out of here!" Bob said. Then, "Hey, did you really fuck her?"
"Yeah," Timmy said.
"Wow," Bob and Chuck gasped.
They made Timmy tell them all about it. Then they made him repeat the whole story. And then they plied him with questions. His answers convinced them that he was telling the truth.
By the time Timmy had described every detail of his adventure, Bob and Chuck were so horny they couldn't even think of playing baseball.
"Let's go over to your house," Chuck suggested to Timmy.
"What for?" Timmy asked.
"Well, who knows, maybe she'll fuck us, too," he said.
"How would it look if the day after I fucked her we all trooped over there?" Timmy said. "Besides I'm sure you guys would start drooling or something like that. Do you guys want to ruin it for me? I want to fuck her again, you know."
Bob and Chuck had to admit that Timmy had a point. They wouldn't share a chick with him if it meant getting turned-off themselves.
But baseball was out of the question now. The boys' pricks were harder than their baseball bats. And Timmy had been an inspiration.
"Hey, let's go find some chicks," Bob suggested. "If we waste all our time playing ball we'll never get a chance to fuck."
"Yeah, let's get ourselves fucked!" Chuck said.
Timmy felt sorry for his friends. He knew that he had been very lucky; his aunt had showed up like an angel out of the blue. But he was willing to go along with his buddies and try to find some willing chicks.
"But we've been trying to fuck for years," Chuck said. "How are we going to do it today all of a sudden?"
"The chicks around here are no good," Bob said. "But if we go over to Riverside we might do better. The chicks over there love to fuck."
Chuck and Timmy thought Bob had a point. Riverside was a very different neighborhood from theirs. They knew that the chicks even dressed differently. Yes, it was worth a try.
The boys stashed their baseball equipment in some bushes and were on their way. They got on a bus, and after a short ride were in a new neighborhood with new chicks.
"Now what?" Chuck asked as they stood on a street corner without a chick in sight.
"Well, let's look around," Bob said.
"We could go in there," Timmy suggested, pointing to a coffee shot. "Maybe some chicks hang out in there."
The coffee shop, in fact the whole neighborhood, was rather shabby. But the boys weren't getting anywhere by standing in the street. So they went in.
Sitting in a booth, they ordered cokes. But since they were the only ones in the place they began to feel that a change of neighborhood wasn't enough.
"Well this is great," Chuck said sarcastically. "At least if we went to Oscar's Coffee Shop as usual we could have talked to some girls."
"You can go to Oscar's and talk to girls if you want," Bob said. "I'd rather take my chances here. Shit, I'm tired of talking to girls. That's all we ever do. Talk, talk, talk. I want to fuck!"
"Well, we'll have to find some girls before we can fuck them," Chuck said.
"Let's not argue," Timmy said. "If no chicks come in here we can take a walk around. At least it's a change from baseball."
Bob and Chuck agreed. They sat silently sipping their cokes.
Timmy was sorry he had come along. He was looking forward to fucking his aunt again. He didn't need this forlorn hanging around, waiting for a willing chick to show up.
"Hey, hey, hey," Bob said suddenly. "Look what we have here!"
The others looked and saw three girls walk in. And they didn't look like the girls, in their neighborhood. These girls were wearing sexier, tighter-fitting clothes. On their faces they wore a lot of make-up. The boys were used to the well-scrubbed look of the girls they knew.
"Yeah, they look like hot chicks," Chuck said.
The girls sat across the room from the boys. But curious glances passed both ways.
Two of the girls were slim and tall. The other was shorter and more solidly built, with huge knockers.
"I'll take the one with the black hair," Bob said.
"Be my guest," Chuck said. "I like the one with the big tits."
"Well, maybe we'd better talk to them or they'll leave without even getting their chance to fuck us," Timmy said.
But Timmy's words stopped all conversation. None of the boys was eager to make the first move.
Suddenly Timmy got up and walked across to where the girls were sitting. Timmy was surprising even himself. But after announcing that he'd fucked his aunt, he felt like the leader of the group.
Even more surprising, Timmy wasn't even nervous as he asked the girls if they would like to join him and his friends.
It had only taken a few seconds.
"Holy shit, they're coming over!" Chuck said.
The girls squeezed into the booth with the boys. Timmy took a chair from a nearby table and sat at the end of the booth.
The girls introduced themselves to the boys. At first, the conversation was stilted. But before long they were all joking and laughing.
After a few more cokes apiece, though, Timmy realized that Bob and Chuck weren't going to do anything to get these chicks someplace where they could get their hands on them. Again he had to be the leader.
"Couldn't we go somewhere else?" Timmy asked the girls.
They looked at each other. Then the dark-haired girl said that no one was home at her house. They could go over there.
Timmy loved the way both Bob and Chuck looked at him with admiration. And he had to admit that he was doing a splendid job. It must have been his recent fucking that gave him so much confidence, he thought.
Before long, they were at Linda's house. And as soon as Linda sat down on the couch, Bob sat next to her with his arm around her shoulders.
Then Chuck pulled Carol, the chick with the big jugs, down into an easy chair.
That left Sue for Timmy. And Timmy didn't mind one bit. Sue was very pretty. Her tits were small, but they had a perky shape. And her tight jeans let her ass show off its firm cheeks.
Sue had sat on a narrow, straight-backed chair. But Timmy took her by the hand and led her to the other end of the couch from Bob and Linda.
Timmy kissed Sue immediately. That triggered the other boys' courage, and the next second they were all mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue.
But teenaged kids would neck as readily as a wino popped a cork. The trick was to get these chicks to fuck.
Fucking his aunt the night before seemed to make Timmy more eager than ever. Now that he knew how wonderful fucking was, he was dying to try it with this young girl. And he was encouraged by the way she pressed her small, but very firm, tits against his chest.
In a few seconds, Sue was squirming. That told Timmy that it was time to grab a tit. And when he did, he was happy that Sue didn't try to stop him. Instead, she seemed to lean forward, shoving her tit into Timmy's hand.
After handling Beth's mammoth jugs only the night before, Sue's small tits were a nice change. They were just as much fun to fondle.
Timmy tickled Sue's nipples through her jersey until he felt them stiffen. When erect, her nipples seemed to point up toward the ceiling.
Although it was mid-afternoon, the room was lit dimly enough to give Timmy courage to slip his hand into Sue's jersey. After all, everyone else was so busy they wouldn't notice. And Sue welcomed his hand inside her jersey.
But just as the night before, feeling a tit was just a beginning.
So after playing with that firm, warm mound for several minutes, Timmy dropped his hand to Sue's lap.
These chicks really were different from, the ones in his neighborhood, Timmy realized as he felt Sue open her thighs immediately.
But through the heavy denim of her jeans, Sue's pussy remained well protected. Timmy did enjoy the moist heat of her crotch though. And he could feel the bottoms of her asscheeks below her cunt through the jeans.
"Let's go into another room," Timmy whispered to her. "Where we can be alone."
Sue smiled, then got up. Adjusting his stiff prick in his pants, Timmy followed. When they were in a feminine-smelling bedroom with pictures of rock stars all over the walls, Timmy grabbed Sue again.
Standing, they hugged and kissed. The hard points of Sue's tits poked Timmy in the chest as his prick pressed into her stomach.
As they sucked each other's tongues, Timmy slid his hand into the back of Sue's jeans. But the jeans were tight and he only managed to reach the top of her asscrack.
Then, without letting the girl out of his embrace, Timmy led them to the bed and collapsed on it. They bounced a few times without once taking their tongues out of each other's mouths.
Timmy lost no time. He pulled Sue's jersey up over her tits and looked down at them.
"Do you like my tits?" she asked. "They're kind of small, don't you think?"
"Yeah, they are small," Timmy said. "But they're beautiful! Gorgeous!"
He wasn't exaggerating. Even lying on her back, Sue's low hillocks of tit-flesh kept their shape perfectly. Her nipples were brown and puckered. And on the creamy white of her tits, her nipples looked dark and rich, almost like chocolate.
Timmy moved his hand over the twin peaks. Then he bent his head and kissed one nipple, then the other.
Although he was being consumed by lust, he kept his head.
Licking a nipple, he caressed the opposite tit. Then he opened his mouth and took nearly the whole boob into it-something he could never do with his aunt's enormous jugs.
"I'm glad I met you, Timmy," Sue said evenly while her tits were being worked on by the horny kid.
"Urn, so am I," Timmy said, interrupting his sucking for only a second.
With Sue's tits filling his hands and mouth, Timmy felt the girl's fingers slip into the neck of his shirt. She began rubbing his neck and shoulders skillfully.
"Take your shirt off," Sue said. "I'll take mine off, too."
Timmy sat up and, as fast as he could, pulled off his shirt. Sue pulled her jersey over her head. And as she did, Timmy saw how lifting her arms caused her tits to rise on her chest.
Without her jersey covering her upper chest and shoulders, Timmy saw how beautiful Sue really was. There wasn't one ounce of padding on her body-it was all skin, bone, and tits.
Now when Timmy embraced her again and felt her naked flesh on his arms and chest, he was hit by a jolt of passion.
It occurred to him that he had never gotten his pajamas off the night before when he fucked Beth. But next time he wouldn't make that mistake again. Naked flesh on naked flesh was the greatest thrill in the world!
The kids lay side by side and reached deeply into each other's mouths with their tongues.
Keeping Sue's tits pressed tightly on his chest, Timmy moved his hand down the smooth skin of her back. Then his hand traveled over her denim-encased ass. Her ass seemed to be the only place she had any fat. But even back there she felt firm and ripe.
Timmy reached all the way down Sue's ass to her crotch. And although he still couldn't feel the softness of her cunt through the material of her jeans, he could feel the dampness there. Her cunt was drooling, he knew.
Now the only problem was getting to that juicy treasure.
Timmy pushed Sue's body from his so he could get at the front of her jeans. She rolled onto her back willingly. They were still holding their open mouths together, wrestling with their tongues.
But when Timmy began undoing the button that held Sue's jeans closed, she grabbed his wrist. His hand was pulled away before the button popped open.
"What's the matter?" Timmy asked as he lifted his face from hers in surprise.
It was strange that he was surprised. After all, having his hand pulled away had happened to him almost every time.
"I don't want you to open my pants," Sue said seriously.
"But I want to fuck you," Timmy explained.
"Can't you just be satisfied kissing me and sucking my tits?"
"No," Timmy said firmly. "Your tits are really great, and I love the way you kiss. But if I don't get to come, I'll have blue balls. You know what that means, don't you? It hurts!"
Ordinarily, Timmy wouldn't have talked like that. He'd always taken what he could get, blue balls or not. But now he had his aunt to fuck. And that made a world of difference.
"I'll give you a blow-job," Sue said matter-of-factly.
That offer gave Timmy pause. No chick had ever offered to blow him before. There was no way he was going to refuse.
But fucking his aunt had made him so cocky that he still felt like bargaining.
"I'd love a blow-job!" he said. "But let me take your pants off too."
Rather than saying no right away, Sue hesitated. That was good enough for Timmy.
He kissed her again. And pinning her down with his chest and one leg, he reached for her button again. It didn't take him long to have her pants spread open. In another second, his hand was sliding over her cunt.
Her pubic hair was thick and wiry. And Timmy was surprised to find that like the rest of her body, her cunt was fatless. Unlike his aunt's plump mound, Sue's twat was lean. The lips didn't even reach over the tender inner lips, which protruded slightly.
With her inner lips so vulnerable, and with the slippery juice soaking the whole area of her pussy, Timmy's finger slipped right into her body.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h," Sue moaned. "Oh, Timmy!"
Timmy was amazed at how tight her cunt was. But, he figured, in such a slender body, there wouldn't be room for a wider cave.
He wondered if he would be able to fit his prick in her snatch. And he wasn't even going to get a chance to try. But a blow-job was nothing to sneeze at.
It seemed like a good idea to finger her before pulling her pants off. That way she would be less likely to stop him, Timmy thought.
The plan worked. When he pulled his hand from her crotch and began tugging her jeans down, Sue helped him.
"You really are beautiful," Timmy gushed as the hairy triangle of Sue's cunt came into view.
Once her jeans had been pulled over her ass, they easily came off.
After dropping Sue's pants to the floor, Timmy looked down at her for several seconds. He was transfixed by her naked body.
Sue seemed embarrassed having Timmy looking down at her. She even moved her hand toward her cunt to hide it from his hungry gaze. But Sue didn't cover her cunt. She put her hand back down by her side. Then she smiled and spread her legs slightly.
Between her hairy cunt lips, Timmy could see just where her cave entrance was. The narrow ridges of flesh that ran on either side of it were gaping open.
Below her cunt, Timmy saw her firm asscheeks. He had never been so eager to get his prick into a pussy. But he knew he would have to settle for her mouth. That, however, seemed almost as good.
Suddenly Timmy began pulling his pants off. And since he couldn't take his eyes off Sue's nakedness, he almost fell over once before pulling his jeans from his feet.
Then, in a split second, he was lying beside Sue again.
"God, your prick is so hot it feels like it's burning me," Sue said.
Timmy let his big rod stick up in the air as he grabbed Sue's twat again. He hoped she would take it into her hand, and he had his wish.
"Gee, it's big, isn't it?" she said.
Then she moaned and squeezed his prick tightly as Timmy slipped his finger up her cunt again.
"Rub me right here," Sue said as she took Timmy's finger in her hand and put it on her clit.
Timmy could feel her clit under his finger as he continued the circular motion that Sue had started for him. And he could see the effect it had on her.
As his finger moved over Sue's stiff love-bud, she moved her body in a squirming dance of ecstasy. She didn't seem the least bit shy about letting Timmy see how much she loved having her clit played with.
Her lithe body moved like a snake. Her firm tits didn't quiver or shake; they were too small and firm for that.
"Oh-h-h-h. That feels great!" she sighed. "I love to have my clit rubbed! I do it all the time myself. But it's so much nicer to have someone do it for me!"
Timmy was flabbergasted as well as wild with lust. He'd never known a chick like Sue before. But he figured his aunt might have been that way at Sue's age.
Sue had been moving her hips from side to side. But now she was moving them up and down. Her whole body undulated like ocean waves.
Timmy thought it looked as though she were fucking. He figured that it was a natural response. After all, her cunt couldn't know if there were a cock in it or merely a finger tickling her clit.
All the while, Sue had her hand on Timmy's stiff cock. Her movements caused her to jerk his loose cock-skin back and forth.
"Hey, you'd better let go of my cock or I'm going to come," Timmy said, breathlessly.
Just the sight of Sue writhing, naked and in ecstasy, could make Timmy's gism boil over.
"O-h-h-h, we don't want you to come yet, do we?" Sue gasped. "Not till I can get your cock in my mouth! Ah-h-h-h-h."
This chick definitely was different than the coy girls Timmy was used to. Just hearing Sue talk about sucking his prick was making Timmy wild. So he began diddling her clit more vigorously. He wanted to bring her off quickly so she could get her mouth around his prick.
"Ye-e-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h," Sue moaned. "I'm c-coming!"
In her ecstasy, Sue lifted her ass from the bed. With her feet and shoulders resting on the bed, her body was like a bridge. But it was like a bridge in an earthquake, because she was shaking violently.
Timmy struggled to keep his finger massaging her clit as Sue gyrated crazily. He'd never seen anything like it.
Then, suddenly, Sue collapsed. She grabbed Timmy's hand, preventing him from continuing.
"T-that's enough," she gasped. "Wow, that was great! Oh, Timmy, you're so good at that!"
Sue lay on the bed, trembling slightly. And every now and then her body twitched with residual bliss. She was covered with a glistening coat of sweat.
"Aren't you going to blow me?" Timmy asked anxiously.
Sue looked up at him with a wan smile. "Sure I am," she said. "Just let me catch my breath."
While waiting for the girl to catch her breath, Timmy began nibbling at her tits again. And he caressed her ass in his hand.
When Sue began moving down Timmy's body, though, the boy lay back. His prick stuck up from his crotch and wagged eagerly. Sue watched his cock nodding its head as she slithered down his body, sliding her firm tits over his stomach and thighs.
When Sue was face to face with his prick, she took it in her hand. Timmy saw how his cock kept jerking, moving Sue's hand with it.
Then she opened her mouth. Her tongue came out. As he watched, Timmy felt a hot lick wipe across his swollen prick-knob. The sensation made him tremble.
"O-h-h," he cried in a shaking voice.
Sue began licking his prick as though it were an ice cream cone melting in the sun. And with every lick, Timmy's body tensed.
"I've never felt anything so nice!" he moaned.
Sue looked up at him. Her eyes were smiling as she opened wide and took the tip of his prick into her hot, wet mouth.
Timmy felt the sharp ridges of her teeth scrape over the taut skin of his prickhead. Then the warm pad of Sue's tongue lying under his prickhead filled him with intense excitement.
Sue, holding the base of Timmy's prick in her hands and resting her tits on his thigh, began moving her head up and down.
Holding his head up so he could watch, Timmy saw how his fat cock slipped in and out between Sue's stretched lips. And with every dip of her head, Timmy got a charge of sexual rapture as his prick moved over her tongue and into her throat.
So this was what getting sucked-off was like, Timmy thought in his fevered brain. He knew that getting fucked was great. But this was even better.
It wasn't long before Timmy threw his head back in a fit of ecstasy. Sue's mouth was bringing him to heights of joy he'd never reached before. As his prick grew even larger, getting ready to fire, Timmy was barely aware of Sue's hand closing on his balls.
"Jesus!" Timmy groaned as his gism began flowing.
Now that he was coming Sue changed her technique. She held his big prickhead still in her mouth. But her fist was pumping his cockskin back and forth. And as he filled her mouth with thick cream, Sue's tongue wiggled beneath his spewing cock.
Timmy came like never before. He threw his head from side to side. His fingers gripped Sue's head as it hovered over his prick.
Even when his cream had run out, Sue held his prick in her mouth. And in the delirium of having just been wrung out, Timmy could feel her sucking him clean.
When she lifted her head Timmy's cock was shining clean and beginning to deflate.
Sue licked her lips. Timmy was impressed with the way she had drunk every drop of his gism. She seemed to love it.
"God, Sue," Timmy said. "That was the greatest thing that ever happened to me!"
"I love to suck cocks!" Sue said. "And yours is so nice and big. I wasn't sure I could fit it into my mouth at first."
Sue had moved up beside Timmy again. She kissed him, pressing her tongue into his mouth. Timmy detected a trace of the flavor of his gism in her mouth. And although he couldn't say it tasted good, he was glad Sue liked it.
"Let's see what the others are doing," Sue suggested.
They dressed and went out to the living room.
Chuck and Carol were still sitting together in the easy chair. When they heard Timmy and Sue come into the room there was a flurry of movement.
Timmy saw that Chuck had his hand in Carol's blouse.
Bob and Linda were gone. But Timmy and Sue found them in another bedroom.
Soon they were all in the living room again. The boys said good-bye after writing down the girls' phone numbers.
"Wow," Chuck said when they were walking away from the house. "Carol's tits really were great! I had my hand in her blouse all the time!"
"Is that all you got?" Bob asked boastfully. "Here, smell this."
Bob held his hand out to Chuck's face. Chuck sniffed the fingers Bob held under his nose.
"Gee, you fingered her, huh?" Chuck said in awe.
Timmy was beginning to realize how lucky he'd been. Or was it luck? Maybe fucking his aunt had bestowed some special charm on him that made Sue want to suck him off.
"What did you get?" Bob asked Timmy.
"Oh, she let me finger her," Timmy said.
He was surprised at himself for saying that. Why didn't he want to tell his friends that he'd gotten a blow-job? It wasn't because he was afraid they wouldn't believe him, Timmy thought.. But he didn't want to spoil his buddies' happy mood. They would be awfully jealous. Fucking his aunt had liberated him in more ways than he'd realized.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Timmy got home he found his aunt getting into her car.
"Timmy, I'm going to the supermarket for a few things," she said. "Why don't you come along?"
Timmy accepted the invitation. Now that he had a blow-job to his credit, he was feeling more relaxed with the woman who had initiated him into the world of sex.
"What did you do today?" Beth asked.
"We went over to Riverside," Timmy said. "We met some girls there."
Timmy was dying to tell his aunt what had happened. But he waited for her to ask. When she did, Timmy told her the whole story. It was fun telling his aunt about his blow-job. Especially when he saw how it made her face turn red.
"That sounds terrific," Beth said.
Beth was wearing a short skirt. Her naked thighs protruded from it on the car seat. Timmy, with more courage than he thought he had, reached over and moved her skirt up her thighs.
Beth took over, lifting her skirt to her belly. Timmy was flabbergasted as he saw his aunt's hairy muff nestling naked between her legs.
"I didn't feel like putting underpants on today," she explained as Timmy stared at her twat.
"Could we, uh, fuck right now?" Timmy asked. "I know where we could park where no one would see us."
Seeing his aunt driving with her cunt sticking out was driving Timmy crazy with lust. And when he saw her comb her fingers through her pubic hair he thought she was going to let him fuck her.
"But Timmy," she said coolly. "You've just gotten a blow-job from some nice, young girl."
There was a note of sarcasm in Beth's voice. And Timmy didn't know what to make of it.
"So what?" he said. "I can still fuck you."
"Oh, you can, eh?" Beth said. "Timmy, just what makes you think you can do whatever you like with any chick?"
Now Timmy really was confused. Why was his aunt lecturing him on sexual morality while running her fingers over her own pussy? And hadn't it been she who fucked him the night before?
"But, last night...." Timmy began.
"Last night was last night," Beth said.
Beth had slumped down in her seat and spread her thighs. She was driving skillfully with one hand while her other hand played at the crack of her cunt.
"But ... you mean...." Timmy didn't know what to say.
"Timmy, no woman likes to hear that a guy is fucking her and getting blow-jobs from some other chick too," Beth explained. "You're old enough to understand that."
So that was it, Timmy realized. His aunt was jealous.
"Gee, I'm sorry," he said. "It never occurred to me that you'd be jealous."
"Well, I'm surprised at you!" Beth said. "You'll just have to learn how to handle women."
Her words were becoming breathless as Beth inserted her fingers into the crack of her cunt. Timmy was staring into her crotch with his mouth watering.
"Yeah, you're right," he said. "I'm sorry. I really am."
Beth kept driving and stroking her pussy.
Timmy moved closer to her. He reached for her cunt.
"Uh-uh," Beth said, pushing him away with her elbow. "I'm a little upset. I don't want you to touch me now."
Timmy couldn't believe it. His aunt was jerking off right beside him as she drove. And she wouldn't let him touch her.
Now Beth's thighs were spread wide. She had driven onto an expressway where she could cruise and play with herself.
Timmy had to admit that she had a clever way of getting even with him. He was dying to help her massage her pussy. And sitting there without being able to was a pleasant sort of agony.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Beth moaned as she shivered with passion.
Timmy could see that her middle finger had disappeared up her twat. Her whole body was trembling now. Even her tits shook inside her blouse.
Then Beth took her right foot off the gas pedal and put it on the hump in the middle of the car. She replaced that foot on the gas pedal with her left foot. So she could keep driving yet have her legs spread wide. And now Timmy could look right into her twat.
He saw her hairy lips gaping open, her slender middle finger halfway into her tunnel. Beth's clit wiggled with the motion of her finger stirring her cunt.
Timmy wondered what he should do. He knew that he deserved this treatment. It was stupid to tell his aunt about getting a blow-job. But should he merely enjoy the sight of his aunt jerking off while he suffered the pain of an imprisoned cock?
Then Timmy thought of a way to fight back. It was a weird idea, but not any weirder than what his aunt was doing.
Timmy unfastened his pants, pulled down his fly and fished out his stiff prick. He saw his aunt look at his beast from the corner of her eye.
Beth was gasping from the finger in her twat. But now that she had Timmy's bared cock beside her, she kept glancing over at it and licking her lips.
Timmy knew he was doing the right thing. He grabbed his prick. Watching his aunt fingerfucking herself, he began sliding the loose skin of his prick up and down. The only thing to worry about now, it seemed, was the way the car was zig-zagging from side to side.
"Hey, watch it," Timmy warned his aunt about her wild driving.
She was really getting excited now with her masturbation. Her hips moved back and forth on the seat as she fucked herself with her finger.
Although he was scared by his aunt's dizzy driving, Timmy kept pumping his prick. The sight of his aunt jerking off, poking her finger quickly in and out of her cunt, had a much bigger influence on him than her driving.
But Beth's driving was getting even worse. Not only was she in the grip of lust with her finger up her snatch, but she kept taking long looks at Timmy pumping his prick.
"You knew I wouldn't be able to resist," she said. "Ah-h-h-h-h. O-o-o-o-o. All right! You win!"
Timmy didn't know what his aunt was talking about. But suddenly the car swerved toward the side of the road. It jumped off the pavement and slid to a stop on the loose gravel on the shoulder of the road.
That stopped Timmy's pumping fist. He thought they were going to crash. For a second he thought his aunt was going to kill both of them in her jealousy..
He was very relieved to find that wasn't the case. Rather, Beth just couldn't let his gism go to waste.
With her hand still at her twat, she dove at her nephew. Her face lunged to his lap, impaling her mouth on his jerking cock.
Timmy's fear had retarded his orgasm. But when he felt his aunt's mouth on his prick his excitement was restored. For the second time that day, Timmy thrilled to the glory of having his prick sucked.
It didn't take him long to realize how much better his aunt was at sucking cock than Sue had been. Soon Timmy was coming.
"Ah-h-h-h-h," he gasped in joy.
Then he felt his aunt's moans vibrating through his shooting prick-knob. She must be coming too, he thought.
"M-mm-mm-m," Beth moaned, muffled and desperate, on his cock.
Timmy looked down at the woman sprawled across the car seat. She was shaking as though she were laughing or coughing. But Timmy knew that it was the pleasure of her masturbation that racked her body so violently. Her masturbation and having her mouth filled with a hard cock, that is.
Finally, Beth lifted her head. And as she did, they heard a car stopping behind them. Turning around, they saw that it was a cop.
Timmy and Beth looked at each other with surprise and fear. Timmy stuffed his prick into his pants. Beth pulled her skirt down over her pussy and ass.
"I saw you swerve off the road from up there," the cop said, pointing to an overpass ahead. "What's wrong?"
Suddenly Timmy and Beth realized that their fun could have been seen by people driving on the overpass. They were so surprised that Beth couldn't say anything.
"Well?" the cop demanded.
"She choked," Timmy said suddenly.
"Yeah, that's right," she repeated. "I choked. Swallowed my gum. It went down the wrong way. My nephew had to pound me on the back. I think he saved my life!"
"Well, that's not what it looked like from where I was," the cop said. "And he's your own nephew, to boot!"
"Sorry, officer," Beth said.
The cop told her to be more careful. Then he drove off.
Beth and Timmy looked at each other timidly.
Then Beth smiled. When he saw that, Timmy cracked a smile too. Then they began to laugh.
They couldn't stop laughing until their sides ached and tears rolled down their cheeks.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Later that night, when everyone was getting ready for bed, Timmy felt as though it had been months since he'd come in his aunt's mouth. And the blow-job from Sue seemed like an age ago. That's how horny Timmy was.
He only hoped that his aunt wasn't jealous any longer.
Just like the night before, Timmy lay on the couch waiting for everything to be quiet. And, also like the night before, he saw that his aunt still had her light on.
With hopes of new sexual delights, Timmy crept to his bedroom where his aunt was waiting.
"Hi," he whispered as he stuck his head into the room.
"I was wondering what was keeping you," Beth said as she moved over, making room for Timmy in the narrow bed.
"I was waiting for my parents to fall asleep," Timmy said as he got under the covers.
He moved close to his aunt, his stiff prick tapping against her hip as it throbbed.
Beth wrapped her arms around the boy. They both lay on their sides, just close enough for Timmy's prick to touch her belly and Beth's tits to touch Timmy's chest. Then they began licking at each other's mouths with lazy tongues.
This slow, gentle tongue-trading was new to Timmy. And he found that it was worth containing his lust. Lying there like that was even more exciting than the wild wrestling they had done before.
Keeping the slow pace, Timmy reached for his aunt's tits. He carefully wrapped his hand around her supple, melon-sized jug. Then he began moving it around and lifting it.
Timmy found that handling his aunt's boobs delicately was a new experience. But he felt her nipples grow stiff as usual.
"O-o-o-o, my tits feel so nice in your hands," Beth said. "Suck them, please!"
Timmy wiggled closer to his aunt, and down her body. She remained on her side, so her tits were stacked up. One rested on the other.
The boy added his face to the piled-up tits. Pressing his nose between Beth's jugs, he forced the upper one to slide over his face. Now his head was between those heavy globes. One was a pillow, the other lay on his head, warming him.
Timmy kissed and licked his aunt's breastbone deep in the valley of her soft tits.
"Um-mm-m," Beth hummed. "Oh-h-h, Timmy!"
But with a tit pressed against each ear, Timmy didn't hear what his aunt had said. So he pulled his head out, letting the boobs come together. "What?" he asked.
Beth giggled merrily. "I just said that I love to have you playing with my tits. Now suck my nipples."
Timmy put his mouth to one large disk of puckered, pink flesh. His tongue slipped out of his mouth. Around and around the erect button of her nipple he licked. Then he put his wet tongue right on the nipple and pushed it into the softness of her jug.
"That's good," Beth whispered. "Yeah-h-h!"
Timmy opening his mouth. He sucked his aunt's nipple into it and began munching.
"Um-mm-mm," Beth said. "That makes my whole body tingle!"
Opening wider, Timmy stuffed even more of her tit into his mouth. And as he sucked one tit, he held the other in his hand.
Beth reached down and tucked her nephew's prick between her legs. Then she reached around one of her legs to where the head of Timmy's prick stuck out behind them. She loved the way his cock twitched so ferociously. Only a young fucker like Timmy could have such a powerful prick, she thought.
The boy devoured one nipple, then began on the other.
"You're doing really well," Beth whispered.
Then Beth rolled onto her back, taking Timmy's head with her as he continued sucking her tits. Her thighs spread. Her cunt opened.
"Hold my pussy," Beth moaned. "Squeeze it!"
Without lifting his face from the huge mound of warm tit-flesh, Timmy cupped his hand around his aunt's fleecy twat. He could feel the moisture that had leaked out of the slot wetting her hair. Then, holding her cracked crotch tighter, fresh juice seeped out onto Timmy's fingers.
Continuing the lazy pace they had begun with, Timmy didn't stick a finger up Beth's pussy right away. Instead, he spread the loose lips with his index and ring fingers. Only when the hairy lips of her snatch were stretched did he lower his middle finger into the crack.
And still he didn't pierce her cave. He moved his middle finger over the soaking folds of tender flesh within her cuntal lips.
Timmy loved listening to his aunt moaning in delirious happiness as he sucked her tits and played with her cunt. But when she began whispering to him, his eyes opened wide in amazement.
"Eat me!" Beth whispered to the boy at her tits. "Suck my pussy!"
This was a surprise for the boy. After all, he was a mere beginner at this sex stuff.
But the thought of having his face pressed to his aunt's sweet cunt filled him with special lust. Sticking his tongue into her twat seemed so kinky the boy felt dizzy.
With her nipple still in his mouth, he looked up at his aunt's face. She was smiling at him.
"Please, Timmy," she said softly. "I love to have my pussy licked! You can do it. Go ahead. You'll love it!"
Timmy couldn't have said no even if he'd wanted to.
Besides, this would give him a chance to get a good look at a cunt. He'd had his fingers in several of them. But so far he hadn't been able to examine one as he would like.
He began moving down his aunt's gorgeous body. She spread her legs wider, making room for her nephew between them.
Timmy began to tremble with excitement. But he kept moving slowly, savoring the whole length of Beth's sexy body. He kissed her tummy. He stuck his tongue in her belly button.
Then, as he made himself comfortable between her legs, he rested his cheek on her hairy mound. The odor of hot cunt juice filled his head, intoxicating him. Her soft pubic curls tickled his cheek and nose.
But Timmy was dying to get a close-up look at Beth's secret slot. So he lifted his face from that heavenly pillow. Holding his head a foot from her crotch, he gazed into her pussy.
With her legs spread wide, Beth's slot was already opened. But Timmy spread it further with his fingers. He found himself staring right into her body. The inner lips were stretched and her juicy cavern seemed to stare back at him.
"Oh-h-h, Timmy," Beth moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Do you like my pussy?"
"It's beautiful!" Timmy said reverently.
After moving his eyes up and down the gaping gash, Timmy knew his aunt was eager to have him lick it.
So with a pounding heart and watering mouth, Timmy moved his face toward the junction of her thighs. When his nose touched the hair on her cunt, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.
Timmy's first taste of a hot pussy made him a confirmed cunt-lapper. The slippery, salty juice that covered Beth's twat turned Timmy on like nothing else ever had.
He began moving the tip of his tongue around in her slot, feeling his way around.
It wasn't long before Timmy was lapping his aunt like a pro. His tongue tip moved along her inner lips. Then he wiggled her clit with his tongue. And finally he stuck his tongue up Beth's tunnel until his teeth were pressed into the delicate pink flesh within her gash.
"Timmy, you're a genius!" Beth whispered. "You're making me burn with ecstasy! Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
Beth lifted her legs until her thighs were almost resting on her tits. In that position, her cunt was thrust out so Timmy's tongue could reach higher up her tunnel. It also opened her gash wider, so the boy could reach every crease and fold of tingling and wet flesh.
Lying between his aunt's legs, Timmy was heating to the melting point. Sucking her pussy was making him as lustful as it was Beth. But Timmy's prick merely lay beneath him as Beth's pussy was getting a real workout.
"Ah-h-h, ah-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h," Beth began moaning in a crying voice.
Her body was jerking and writhing. And Timmy guessed, correctly, that she was nearing an orgasm.
"My clit! Suck my clit!" Beth began gasping breathlessly.
Timmy moved his tongue immediately to that stiff button. When he began fluttering his tongue over it, his aunt went wild.
"O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!" she wailed.
Kicking her legs in the air and bucking her body, Beth began to come. Timmy wrapped his arms around her thighs so he could keep his face wedged between them as she gyrated.
Timmy shared his aunt's rapture. Even though his prick was ignored for the time being, having his face in her cunt while she writhed wildly was fabulously exciting for the young kid.
"O-o-o-o-o, O-o-o-o-o! All right," Beth whispered. "That's enough! Oh, I can't take any more!"
Timmy lifted his face. His jaw ached and the base of his tongue was tired. He felt the warm juice smeared on his cheeks and chin cooling.
Looking down at his aunt as he knelt between her legs, Timmy saw a woman completely devastated. Her tits rose and fell as her chest heaved with deep breathing. Her long, blond hair was stuck to her forehead and neck with sweat. And her crotch was a soaking swamp of saliva and cunt juice.
As he surveyed his conquest, Timmy's prick stood twitching from his crotch. Beth took that jumping bat into her hands, caressing it in her long, slender fingers.
Then Beth reached for Timmy's knees. She coaxed him closer until his knees were on either side of her ass. Timmy was still sitting upright, though.
"Get into my pussy," Beth said. "Uh-h-h-h-h." Timmy found that in that position he could fuck his aunt while looking down at their crotches. He could see his prick sinking between her tender cunt lips. It was a breathtaking sight.
"Hold my legs up," Beth instructed as she lifted her knees to her tits.
Timmy held her calves so her legs pointed straight up in the air. Then he began rocking his body back and forth, sending his prick in and out of her snatch. And he watched as his prick slid in and out, shining with her cunt juice.
Timmy fucked Beth slowly, making the pleasure last. Eating her had built up a ton of pressure in his balls. But since he'd come twice already that day, he was able to keep going without coming too soon.
"Want to try another new trick?" Beth asked.
Timmy heard a special tone of voice in his aunt's question. And the way she was looking up at him told him that this was going to be really a wild suggestion. But he couldn't imagine what it was. What else could they do that they haven't done already?
"Sure!" Timmy gasped as he continued fucking his prick into Beth's cunt.
"Stick your prick up my ass," Beth said.
Timmy couldn't believe he had heard right. He stopped his pumping. But he didn't say anything. He merely stared down at his aunt with his mouth hanging open in amazement.
Beth took advantage of the boy's stillness. Lifting her ass, she popped his prick from her twat. Then she reached down and took the twitching tool in her hand.
Like an innocent bystander, Timmy watched as his aunt guided the blunt tip of his cock to her asshole.
When he felt that tight pit at the head of his prick, though, he came back to life. Suddenly, the thought of fucking his aunt up the ass made Timmy squirm with passion.
He began leaning forward, pressing his prick-knob to that tight hole. And as he watched, his thick prick began disappearing.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h!" Beth cried as her asshole stretched to accommodate her nephew's fat rod.
Slowly, his prick filled Beth's ass. Timmy felt how this tighter, drier pit gripped his dong. And it was hot in her ass. His prick burned with joy.
But it was only when Timmy began pumping his cock in and out that he experienced the full rapture of that perversion.
Beth's tight asshole held Timmy's loose cock-skin as the bone within moved back and forth. And his bloated cockhead slipped back and forth in the hugging lining of that narrow passage.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Beth gasped with every lunge of Timmy's prick.
Timmy could see his prick moving in and out of his aunt's asshole. And he could see how that tiny opening was stretched taut around his cock. But most exciting was looking into her empty cunt as it bounced above his ramming prick.
"Ah, ah, ah," Timmy grunted as he felt his body lurching with his orgasm.
With his gism filling Beth's asshole, Timmy felt his prick sliding with less friction. The gism was acting as a lubricant, changing the sensation of buggering his aunt.
"O-o-o-o, I can feel your cream filling me!" Beth said with a smile.
"Ah-h-h-h ... oh-h-h-h-h," Timmy moaned as he collapsed on his aunt's body, slapping his chest down on her back.
He was still now. His prick still lay in the tight grip of her ass.
"How was that?" Beth asked.
"Wow!" was all Timmy could say in his spent condition.
Timmy lay on his aunt, enjoying her body as a mattress. He was more exhausted than if he'd run a marathon. And his brain was fried from an overload of lust.
"Timmy, Timmy," Beth said, trying to rouse the boy. "You'd better go back to the couch before we fall asleep like this."
He began to stir.
"Take your prick out gently," Beth said. "Ah, that's it."
She helped the boy back into his pajamas. Then she pushed him toward the bedroom door.
Timmy staggered to the couch and fell asleep before his head hit the pillow.
CHAPTER NINE
"Look, there goes your aunt," Chuck said to Timmy. "God, you've been fucking that gorgeous chick!"
They were sitting at the window of Oscar's, the local coffee shop. Across the street, Beth and Joan were coming out of a department store. They walked down the street and, finally, around the corner.
"Holy shit, look at that ass!" Bob said as he stared.
Even Timmy enjoyed the sight, even though he'd known that body intimately. His mother was nice looking, too. But it was his aunt who was the really fine piece.
"Have you fucked her again?" Chuck asked Timmy.
"Yeah, last night," Timmy said.
Again, the boys plied Timmy with questions. But he didn't feel like telling them all the details.
Chuck and Bob were not to be put off that easily, however. So, reluctantly, Timmy began telling them all about his last adventure.
While Timmy was describing the wonders of kinky sex, his mother was eager to get something off her chest. She was getting into her car with her sister-in-law, Beth, after their shopping trip.
"Beth, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about," Joan said.
"I thought there was something," Beth said knowingly. "You've been acting strangely all day."
Joan blushed. And Beth noticed. Beth knew what Joan was going to say. After all, she and Timmy had been making a fair amount of noise with their moans and gasps of sexual pleasure.
"I know what's been going on with you and Timmy," Joan said seriously.
The women looked at each other. Joan didn't say anything more. Beth didn't know what to say.
"Well, do you object?" Beth asked finally.
"I don't know," Joan said. "I know Timmy is sixteen years old. And I know how horny a boy is at that age. But do you think it's good for him to go to bed with his own aunt? Isn't that incest?"
Beth thought for a while before replying.
"I don't know if it's considered incest or not," she said at last. "After all, I'm only his aunt. But I guess that is a close enough relation to call it incest."
Again both women were silent for a while as they drove home.
"But so what?" Beth said suddenly. "I get horny, too, you know! When I got to your house I was so horny I could have died! And Timmy, that poor kid, was so horny he was trying on my underpants and jerking off in them!"
"I know he's horny," Joan said. "We all get horny. Even if we're married."
The women looked at each other again. But Joan averted her eyes quickly.
There was something in the air, Beth realized. She didn't know exactly what it was, but her cunt was getting wet. Maybe it was just talking of Timmy and their fucking that made her hot. But Beth kept her senses alert.
"Does Bill know?" Beth asked.
"No. He falls asleep right away, and nothing short of a bomb would wake him," Joan said. "He seems tired all the time lately."
Again Beth and Joan looked at each other. Then Beth noticed her sister-in-law glance down at Beth's body. In another second, Joan was staring straight ahead.
Now Beth's pussy was drooling. And she thought she knew why.
"I hope our fucking hasn't kept you awake," Beth said, feeling her way to Joan's secret thoughts.
"Well it isn't easy to fall asleep with the sounds of sex coming through the wall," Joan said.
"Jealous?" Beth asked, trying not to sound flippant.
"If you mean, would I like to fuck Timmy, the answer is no," Joan said, haughtily. "I don't go in for incest!"
"That's not what I mean," Beth said. "I mean, are you getting enough? How are things with you and Bill, anyway?"
Joan remained quiet for a minute or so. Then she told Beth that things hadn't been going well at all.
"We haven't been fucking much at all," Joan said. "I don't know why. Maybe we just both got tired of each other. I think we both need a change."
"What sort of change?" Beth asked.
But Joan merely shrugged her shoulders. She wouldn't say any more.
Beth recognized the symptoms. In her time, Beth had done everything in the realm of sex, including making it with other chicks. It had been her experience that almost all women get to a point where they need another woman to satisfy them.
Now, Beth guessed that this was Joan's problem. Which would explain Beth's running cunt-she'd sensed Joan's desire right away.
Later that afternoon, Beth brought up the subject again.
"You never told me what sort of change you thought you needed," Beth reminded her sister-in-law.
"I don't know," Joan said.
But Beth saw that Joan blushed. Furthermore, Beth began to catch Joan taking hungry looks at her body.
Beth was sure that Joan longed for her. And that brought out Beth's dormant lesbian longings. Yes, Beth would love to suck Joan's cunt. All she had to do was seduce her. But she would have to be careful. Beth knew that a woman like Joan could easily be scared off.
"Hey, let me see that new suit again," Beth said to Joan, referring to a suit she'd bought that afternoon on their shopping trip. "Try it on for me."
Joan said she would and disappeared to her room. But Beth followed.
Walking right into Joan's room, Beth found her as she was stripping off her blouse. At first, Joan seemed to resent the invasion of her privacy. And Beth felt it.
But then Joan's manner seemed to change, although she still seemed nervous. Beth recognized that as one more sign of her lesbian lust, though.
"You have a fine figure," Beth said.
Joan was standing there in her panties and bra. Her tits were nicely shaped and not small. Her belly was flat and her hips wide. Perhaps Joan's nicest feature, though, was her ass. Its twin cheeks were firm and high.
"Oh, I'm nothing compared to you," Joan said. "You're the beautiful one."
"I don't have anything you don't have," Beth said. "I just have big tits, that's all."
Joan put on her new suit and modeled it for Beth.
"What do you think?" Joan asked.
"It's nice," Beth said. "But why don't you leave those top buttons open? Show some tit! Be sexy!"
Beth went to Joan and unbuttoned the buttons above her tits. Then she spread the jacket of the suit so Joan's tits peeked out.
"My bra shows," Joan complained.
"Well, take it off," Beth said. "Go ahead. You don't need a bra, do you?"
Suddenly there was something happening between them. The atmosphere was charged with passion, and the faint odor of damp cunts could be detected.
But they had to play out their charade.
"I've never gone without a bra," Joan said with a nervous giggle.
"Well, it's about time you tried it," Beth said as she unbuttoned the other buttons on Joan's jacket.
Joan slipped the jacket off, then took off her bra. Beth had been right-Joan didn't need a bra. Her shapely tits stood proudly on her chest. Her nipples were erect.
"You really are gorgeous," Beth said with obvious appreciation.
But Joan was getting more nervous. She quickly put on her jacket again.
"There," Beth said. "That looks better. Now let's see you move."
Beth wasn't trying to hide her passion any longer. It made her voice sound breathless.
Joan began pacing back and forth, looking at her tits bouncing in the mirror. And Beth was watching intently.
"Oh, Joan, you look absolutely sexy," Beth whispered.
"Yeah, maybe I will wear this suit without a bra," Joan said without looking at Beth.
In fact, Joan was so nervous by now that she couldn't look at Beth at all. But she didn't try to get away from her sister-in-law. Rather, she took off the suit, showing Beth her almost naked body.
"Why don't you take off your underpants?" Beth asked.
"Why?" Joan replied, trying desperately to pretend that she didn't know what was going on.
"I want to see you naked," Beth said simply.
This was it, Beth realized. If Joan took off her underpants, she would be willing to let Beth ravage her body.
For several long seconds, Joan merely stood there. Beth, drinking in the fabulous sight of Joan's tits and naked thighs, was in suspense. And the outline of dark cunt hair that showed through Joan's panties made the suspense almost unbearable.
Then, slowly and deliberately, Joan grabbed her underpants and pulled them down. Naked, she stood in front of Beth, showing her everything she had.
"Oh-h-h, Joan," Beth sighed with undisguised lust. "You're so beautiful!"
Joan began trembling. Her tits even shook slightly as she stood there nude. Beth knew that she had conquered her. All she had to do now was pluck her like an apple off a tree.
Beth went up to Joan until she could feel the heat of her body.
"Joan, let me help you put a little variety in your sex life," Beth said.
Joan didn't answer. But her silence was ample proof of what she wanted.
Taking another step forward, Beth brought her body in contact with Joan's nakedness. Their tits met, then crushed together. They put their mouths together and stuck out their tongues.
As Beth wrapped her arms around her sister-in-law, and as she tasted her saliva, she felt Joan give herself up to lesbian passion. Beth knew that Joan was surrendering herself completely to perversion.
As they kissed, Beth reached around Joan's hips and took one ripe asscheek into her hand. Her other hand reached up to one of Joan's bare tits. And they both pressed their hips forward, grinding their cunts together.
Then Beth stepped back. She began undressing quickly, but with self-control.
"I've thought about making it with another woman," Joan said. "But I didn't know if it would ever really happen."
Joan went to the bed and curled up like a kitten. She watched Beth undress. And as Beth's body emerged, Joan felt her lust grow.
"I've wanted to get into bed with you for a long time," Beth said as she pulled down her slacks. "It's been a long time since I've been with another woman. And I can't think of anyone I'd rather make it with than you."
Now Beth was naked. She went to where Joan was lying on the bed. As she walked to the bed, Beth saw Joan's eyes traveling over her body. So Beth walked with an exaggerated sway. When she felt her own tits bouncing on her chest, she knew she was giving Joan an exciting eyeful.
Joan shivered as Beth got onto the bed beside her. Then Joan uncurled her body, stretching out for Beth's eyes and hands.
"I'm so excited I feel like a teenager," Joan giggled nervously.
"That's the way I like to feel," Beth said. "Only trying new things like this can be so exciting."
Beth leaned over Joan's body. Her heavy jugs hung low and bumped over Joan's tits as she kissed her.
With Beth's huge tits lying over her own, and with Beth's tongue wiggling into her mouth, Joan was sold on lesbianism. Soon she began to grab at Beth's body.
Filling her hand with the tit-flesh that oozed over her, Joan experienced for the first time in her life the pleasure of feeling another woman's tits. And she ran her other hand down over Beth's back to her full, round ass.
"Oh, Joan," Beth sighed. "Your hands are making me go crazy!"
Joan reminded Beth of Timmy as she began to paw Beth's body eagerly. Yes, Joan was going to make a great lesbian lover, Beth knew.
Soon, Joan was pushing Beth off her. Then she covered Beth's body with her own. Joan buried her face in one of Beth's mammoth boobs while she wrapped her legs around one of Beth's thighs.
Beth could feel Joan's hot, wet cunt pressed to her thigh. Of the several women whom Beth had introduced to lesbianism, Joan was the most eager. She was a natural.
At first, Joan sucked Beth's tits like an amateur. But it didn't take her long to get the hang of it. After all, Joan had only to suck Beth's tits in the way she loved to have her own tits sucked.
Her tongue wiped over Beth's stiff nipples hungrily. Then she sucked Beth's nipples into her mouth and squeezed them between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
Joan moved her hand over Beth's honey-colored pubic patch a few times before beginning to probe into her gash.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Beth gasped when she felt her cunt invaded by curious fingers. "You know just how to handle my pussy!"
"I guess I've always wanted to do this with you," Joan said when she lifted her face from Beth's tit. "I used to watch your body moving under your clothing. But I never admitted it to myself."
"Oh, I'm so glad this is finally happening!" Beth said.
Beth had forgotten how nice it felt to have feminine fingers in her twat. There was something about the way another chick fingered her that was very different from the way a man did it. A woman fingered a cunt with delicate touches and probes, not the strong pokes and rubs of a man's technique.
Joan found the bud of Beth's clit. She moved her fingertip over it with a quick, light tickle. "This is the way I play with my own clit," Joan said softly. "How does it feel?"
"Terrific!" Beth said breathlessly. "Oh-h-h."
Joan dropped her face back to Beth's tits where she nibbled and licked the erect nipples. And as she worked on Beth's tits and cunt, she felt Beth begin to writhe beneath her.
"You're wonderful, so-o-o-o wonderful," Beth said in a quavering voice.
"Should I eat you?" Joan asked.
Beth heard how Joan's voice trembled. But that figured. This would be the first time she sucked another chick's pussy.
"Only if you want to," Beth said.
But there was no doubt in Beth's mind. Joan wanted to. It was written all over her face.
Now that she had the go-ahead, Joan began moving into cunt-lapping position.
Joan's lustful shaking excited Beth. And Beth wished she could experience again the excitement of eating a cunt for the first time. It had been a long time since her first cunt-lapping episode.
Beth spread her legs for Joan and, looking down between her tits, she watched the newcomer staring at her twat.
"You have a gorgeous cunt," Joan said as she spread Beth's pussylips with her fingers.
Then Beth saw Joan's mouth and nose disappear below the horizon of her crotch. But she could still see Joan's half-closed eyes as the woman moved her head closer to its goal.
Joan's tongue moved gingerly around Beth's slot. It reminded her of the last time she'd had her cunt sucked. That had been the night before when she had instructed Timmy in the delights of cunt-lapping.
And just like her son, Joan began to throw herself into the task at hand-or at mouth. Soon she was licking the gaping gash of Beth's twat with broad strokes of her tongue. Beth could see Joan's forehead moving up and down as she licked her pussy.
"Ah-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h-h," Beth moaned in a crescendo of passion. "Oh, Joan, you do that so beautifully! It feels great!"
Joan was experimenting with her tongue. She tried tickling Beth's clit with it. And that worked very well. Beth arched her back and howled. But Joan didn't want to bring her off too soon. So she tried sticking her tongue up Beth's flowing cunt.
"Yeah-h-h-h-h!" Beth cried as she lifted her legs high in the air. "Oh, my God!"
As Joan wiggled her tongue as far up Beth's cunt as she could, she thrilled at her own perversion. Somehow, it seemed natural that she should fuck Beth with her tongue, though. Joan only wished she had tried this years ago.
As she stretched her tongue up Beth's cunt, Joan could look over Beth's stomach and watch the results of her tongue-work. She could see Beth's gigantic boobs dancing on her chest with her gyrations.
Beyond Beth's lively tits, Joan saw the woman's face distorted with pleasure.
But Joan was getting as much enjoyment as Beth was. Joan loved the flavor of the juice that ran into her mouth. And feeling Beth's twat open and spread over her face was terrific. Using her tongue like a little prick to fuck Beth was the greatest joy Joan had ever had.
"Joan, honey," Beth moaned. "I can tell you like sucking my cunt! I can tell by the way you're doing it. And it feels great! Ah-h-h-h."
Beth's encouraging words made Joan flutter her tongue with more vigor in the tight tunnel of Beth's cunt.
Joan finally withdrew her tongue from Beth's cave. Then she began licking her clit. And as soon as Joan's soft tongue moved over that hard kernel, Beth began jerking her body violently.
"Oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h-h!" Beth cried in ecstasy.
Joan recognized Beth's cries of passion from hearing them through her bedroom wall. But hearing them from her position between Beth's legs was different. Being so close to Beth, Joan could feel her moans of joy going right through her body.
"Oh-h-h-h, I'm going to come!" Beth gasped deliriously. "Keep licking my clit! Yeah-h-h-h!"
Bringing Beth off with her tongue made Joan pant with shared excitement.
Joan bore down with her tongue as she moved it over Beth's clit. She could feel Beth's clit, and she was surprised at how hard it had become.
Joan kept licking Beth's cunt, though, until Beth wiggled out of her grasp.
"Oh, baby," Beth whispered hoarsely. "Oh, did you make me come! Wow!"
Joan lifted her head and began wiping her wet face with the back of her hand.
"Don't wipe my juice off your face," Beth said suddenly. "Let me lick it clean!"
Joan loved how Beth could be so outrageously kinky. She lay down beside Beth's sweating body. Beth hugged her and began licking her own cunt juice from Joan's face.
"Now I'm going to eat you," Beth said when she'd finished licking Joan's face clean.
Beth straddled Joan's body, holding herself so her tits barely touched Joan. And since Beth's tits hung very low, Beth could hold her body at arm's length. Then Beth began crawling backwards, dragging her tits over Joan's stomach and hips.
Beth pushed Joan's legs wide open. Then she leaned over her so one of her tits bumped into Joan's wet crotch.
Joan watched as Beth pressed her erect nipple into her gaping twat. Beth moved her tit around so the nipple moved over Joan's clit and between her soaking inner lips.
"I'd like to see any man try this," Beth said.
"I don't know how you dream these things up," Joan said. "But it's as exciting as hell!"
Beth smiled at Joan as she kept probing the woman's cunt with her stiff nipple. Then, Beth surprised Joan again. She lifted her tit from Joan's cunt and held the tit up to her own face. Looking Joan in the eye, Beth stuck out her tongue and licked Joan's cunt drippings from her nipple.
"You're really something," Joan said in awe.
Beth then lowered her face to the fountain of Joan's simmering juice.
Joan's tits began to heave with her desperate panting as she was about to experience her first cunt-lapping from another chick.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Joan gasped as Beth's strong tongue parted her pussy lips.
Being eaten by another woman was different, Joan discovered. Beth's tongue wandered around in her twat with feminine tenderness. But the result was solid joy.
"Beth, I love the way you do that," Joan whispered. "Ah-h-h-h-h."
Beth unleashed all her lesbian skill. And although she hadn't sucked a cunt in a few years, it didn't take her long to get back into the groove.
Since this was Joan's first lesbian fling, Beth gave her the best lapping she could.
So Beth wiggled her tongue around Joan's clit until she was on the verge of coming. But before Joan did come, Beth would take her tongue from Joan's clit and run it around the less sensitive parts of her twat.
Three or four times Joan thought she was going to come. But each time Beth surprised her. And each time she neared her orgasm, she was more excited.
"Oh-h-h-h, Beth!" Joan wailed. "I've never felt so ... so-o-o-o ... so-o-o-o-o great!"
Finally, Beth kept her tongue on Joan's vibrating clit long enough to bring her to a smashing climax.
As Joan was gripped in the throes of pure bliss, she kicked her feet in the air and her head and shoulders lifted from the bed in a spasm.
"A-H-H-H-H!" Joan hollered. "O-O-O-O!"
Now that Joan was coming, Beth licked the woman's clit with all her might. When Joan thought she was going to faint from the intensity of her ecstasy, she clamped Beth's head between her thighs, stopping the unbearable assault on her clit.
"That's all!" Joan cried. "Oh, I've never come like that in all my life!"
The women then shared the flavor of Joan's cunt juice by kissing. When the funky flavor of Joan's twat was gone, they curled up together under the covers.
"Timmy'll be home soon," Joan said. "We can't let him catch us like this."
So they got up and dressed. But Beth could tell by the way Joan watched her dressing that they would get together under the covers again.
Beth only hoped that there wouldn't be any problems of jealousy between her sister-in-law and her nephew. Even Beth, who'd done everything, had never been in this situation before.
CHAPTER TEN
"Hey, are you going over to Sally's?" Chuck asked Timmy in the coffee shop one afternoon.
"I don't think so," Timmy said.
"Why not?" Bob asked. "A lot of the chicks are going to be there."
"Oh, that's right," Chuck said. "Now that you're fucking your aunt, you don't want to bother with the girls around here."
"Well, what's the point?" Timmy asked. "All you guys ever wind up with is a painful set of balls!"
"You never know!" Bob said. "One of these days, one of those chicks is going to let me fuck her."
"You hope," Timmy said.
"Come on, Timmy," Chuck said. "Come with us. At least you can give us moral support."
Timmy agreed. Actually, he'd heard about the party at Sally's, and he'd decided to go. But he just couldn't resist the chance to show off his disdain of the local virgins.
Timmy promised himself, though, that he wouldn't be lured into any frustrating necking with the girls. If they wouldn't fuck him, he wasn't going to have anything to do with them.
So as soon as they arrived at Sally's, Timmy made himself comfortable in an easy chair and began looking through a pile of magazines.
Sally, Nancy, Dorothy, and all the other girls there, about ten in all, came over to where Timmy sat and said hello. He was flattered that he was getting so much attention, but he was determined not to settle for necking alone. So he remained aloof.
There were a few more girls than guys at the party. So after some more dancing, when they paired up to neck, there were a few girls left over. But Timmy remained glued to his seat, looking at magazines.
"What's the matter, Timmy?" Sally asked as she sat down on the arm of his chair. "You've never been such a wall flower before."
It seemed strange that Sally wasn't necking with some guy. With her reputation, Timmy would have guessed that she would have been grabbed first.
Timmy remembered finger fucking her in the movies before his aunt showed up-in his horny days. And he had to admit it had been fun. Even now, with her sitting so close that he could feel the heat of her body, Timmy was getting a hard prick. But he had promised himself.
"Oh, I guess I'm tired of necking," he said.
"Why?" Sally asked, surprised, yet coy.
"It's too frustrating," Timmy said. "Besides, it's perverted."
"What do you mean, it's perverted?" Sally asked, truly shocked.
"Kissing and grabbing tits and all that is supposed to lead to fucking," Timmy explained patiently. "It's not supposed to replace it. Sometimes, after necking for a while, I'm so horny I could rape a dog! Hell with that! I'd rather read magazines."
Timmy felt proud of himself. He'd stated his case, and Sally didn't know what to say.
Sally sat on the arm of the chair quietly thinking. Finally, she took Timmy by the hand and pulled him up.
"OK," she said seriously. "Come on."
"You mean...?" Timmy asked. "Yeah," Sally said. "Sure, I'll make you happy."
Timmy mentally patted himself on the back as he followed Sally. She led him to her bedroom. But when they got there, they found Chuck and Nancy necking on the bed. But they were fully clothed, so it wasn't difficult to get them to leave.
When they were alone, Timmy took Sally into his arms and kissed her. He felt her upturned tits press against his chest.
"I've only done this a few times," Sally said.
So she wasn't a virgin, Timmy thought. He wondered who the other lucky guys were. And he wondered what made Sally decide to let him into the small group of guys who had had the pleasure of fucking her. Was it his explanation that necking was perverted? Or did fucking his aunt give him some sort of aura that made other girls want to fuck him?
Timmy didn't know. But it didn't seem to matter now. Not now with Sally's body pressed to his. Not with her promise to fuck him.
Timmy pulled Sally's blouse from her jeans. Then he stuck his hands under the blouse and grabbed Sally's sides. Her warm, smooth skin promised him the fulfillment of his dreams.
Timmy and Sally pressed their bodies together again. They kissed again. But now Timmy's hands were sliding up to Sally's tits.
"M-mm-mm," Sally hummed into Timmy's mouth as his hands cupped her perky tits.
Timmy's heart began pounding when he felt the pointy mounds of tit-flesh under his hands. Being used to his aunt's tits, Timmy found Sally's young, firm jugs especially exciting.
Then Timmy slipped his hands from Sally's blouse and stepped back. He wanted to watch her undress.
"Take your clothes off," Timmy said as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Timmy was still determined not to fool around. He didn't want to have to coax Sally into nakedness, one garment at a time. If she was serious about fucking him, she should be able to undress herself.
But she finally reached for the buttons on her blouse. Timmy inhaled deeply as he realized she was going to go through with her promise. And he was surprised at how eager he was to see her naked.
When Sally took off her blouse, Timmy realized that she was something special.
"Sally!" Timmy gasped. "You're beautiful!"
"Thanks," Sally said as she threw her blouse on the dresser.
Her tits were the nicest Timmy had seen. They were round and wide, and they stuck out far from her delicate chest. And they pointed upwards at a cute angle. If a marble were rolled down from her shoulder and over her tit, it would jump into the air as it rolled off her pink nipple.
Staring at her gorgeous tits, Timmy began unfastening his pants. After another hesitation, Sally followed his example.
"I think just getting undressed is as exciting as anything else," Sally said.
"Yeah," Timmy agreed in a breathless voice.
He pulled his jeans down. He saw Sally's eyes rivet to his crotch where his prick was pushing his shorts out. Then, before Sally got her slacks down to her ankles, Timmy pulled down his shorts.
"Oh!" Sally gasped as she saw his huge cock spring out.
Timmy could see that even if she had seen a stiff prick before she still hadn't gotten used to the sight. Her face was red, and her mouth hung open.
But Sally kept undressing. She stepped out of her slacks, then she lowered her underpants and stepped out of them.
"You're the most beautiful chick I've ever seen," Timmy said.
It was true. Although his aunt was a sexy beauty, Sally was even more beautiful. Her narrow waist and wide hips fit in perfectly with her spectacular tits and cute muff of pubic hair.
Once again the kids stepped into a tight embrace. But now hot flesh pressed hot flesh as tits and cock and bare thighs made themselves felt.
"Your prick is so hot it feels like it's burning me," Sally said. "And I can feel it throbbing!"
"Yeah, it's going wild," Timmy said. "It wants to get inside you!"
They went to the bed and lay down. As they kissed, Sally held Timmy's jerking handle, and he held one of her big tits.
When Timmy reached for Sally's crotch, the soaking hair told him that she was ready to accept his cock into her cunt. But he wasn't in a hurry. His aunt had taught the boy the pleasures of foreplay.
So Timmy began sucking Sally's pink, erect nipples. As he sucked those exciting gumdrops, he held her cunt in his hand and moved his middle fingertip along the drooling crack.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Sally moaned as she wiggled under Timmy's assault on her tits and cunt.
"Come on, Timmy," Sally said suddenly. "Fuck me!"
"Already?" Timmy asked.
But Sally was already trying to grip his hips between her thighs. So Timmy didn't argue.
Setting his knees firmly on the bed and leaning his chest on Sally's firm tits, he brought his cock to her pussy. But as he reached down to guide his stiff prick into her cunt, the bedroom door swung open.
"Oh, sorry!" a voice said.
Timmy and Sally got a glimpse of Bob and Nancy before the door shut again. For a second, Timmy thought the whole thing was over before it had begun. But Sally didn't care about being caught by her girl friend.
"Come on!" she repeated, more desperately.
So Timmy, with his prick still in his hand, moved his hips forward, and slipped that twitching rod into Sally's cunt.
"Ah-h-h-h-h!" Sally cried as she felt her body invaded by Timmy's long, thick cock.
And Timmy gasped with the pleasure of having his prick sunk in such a tight, hot grip of wet flesh. Sally's pussy held his dong with all the excitement Timmy could imagine.
"Oh, God!" Sally panted. "Fuck me, Timmy!"
Timmy did fuck her. His prick slid in and out with the practiced stroke Timmy had learned from his aunt. And before his prick moved back and forth in Sally's gripping cunt a half dozen times, he could feel her cunt squeezing his prick with powerful spasms.
Sally began thrusting her hips up, meeting Timmy's thrusts. Now his prick was sliding fast and deep. With each trip his prick made into her body, the closer Timmy came to an explosive orgasm.
Even in his fever of passion, Timmy thought he could hear something at the bedroom door. Sounds of snickering and murmurs were coming from outside the door. But Sally didn't seem to hear them, and Timmy couldn't have cared less.
"E-e-e-e-e-e-e!" Sally squealed.
Timmy could tell by the spasms of her cunt and by her desperate gyrations that she was coming. And she came like a freight train. Timmy was running to catch that train, too.
When his orgasm hit, Timmy let out a cry of animal lust. Was there something special about this chick that made him come like that? Or was it merely that Timmy had lusted after her for years, never daring to approach her? He didn't know, and at the moment, didn't care. He just let himself be transformed into a writhing bundle of sparking nerves.
It seemed to Timmy that his orgasm would last forever as gism ran from his prick in huge quantities. But he finally felt his ecstasy melt away. When he stopped his pumping prick, he found that Sally was still, too. She lay beneath him, her chest heaving, her body covered with sweat.
"I've never been fucked like that!" she said. "It's never been that good before. Oh, Timmy, you can fuck me any time!"
That was nice to hear as Timmy lay in the deep bliss of relaxation. He thought he was in heaven.
Then there was a knock on the door. They tensed up, and Timmy's prick slipped from the sheath of Sally's cunt, "Hey, what's going on in there?" a voice asked. "The neighbors are all complaining about the noise."
That was followed by a burst of laughter. "Assholes!" Sally said. "Why do they have to spoil it?"
"Don't pay any attention to them," Timmy said. "They're just jealous. And I don't blame them!"
But Sally was angry. She slipped out of bed and dressed hurriedly as more knocks were heard on the door.
"Other people are waiting for this room," a boy said as he banged on the door. Sally, now dressed, went to the door and opened it.
"Why don't you baboons grow up?" she asked as she forced her way through the crowd that had gathered.
Timmy was left alone on the bed, hiding his nakedness under a sheet. The boys at the door looked in at him. They hooted and hollered. But Timmy didn't mind. In fact, he enjoyed it because he knew they were jealous.
So Timmy just lay back with his hands beneath his head. He stared up at the ceiling, saying nothing. But the smile on his face told the whole story.
Finally the gang at the door went away. Timmy was about to get up and dress himself when Peggy came into the room. Peggy, a cute chick with a plump but shapely body, just stood there staring at Timmy.
"What made Sally cry out like that?" she finally asked.
Timmy looked at her, then began to explain. "We were...."
"Yes, I know what you were doing!" Peggy said. "But those sounds...."
Peggy began walking toward the bed. Suddenly Timmy felt his prick getting hard again. Yes, he could show Peggy what had made Sally cry out as she had.
"Get in," Timmy said, holding the sheet up.
Quickly, Peggy peeled off her clothes. Timmy enjoyed comparing her body to Sally's. It wasn't nearly as nice-Peggy's tits, although small, sagged on her chest, and her belly was ringed with a cushion of fat.
But when Peggy slipped beneath the covers with Timmy and he took her into his arms, he found that she felt terrific against his body.
As he buried his hard prick in the softness of her belly, he saw Barb enter the room.
"Oh!" Barb gasped when she saw Peggy. "Sorry, Peggy. I didn't know you were in here."
But Barb didn't leave. She closed the door behind her and stood staring at the couple in the bed.
"Timmy, I just wanted to know what made Sally moan and squeal like she did," Barb said. "I just wondered, that's all."
"Well, I was just going to show Peggy," Timmy said as an idea occurred to him. "Want to get into bed with us? Maybe I can show you both!"
Timmy knew he was being a glutton. But the success he'd had so far made him confident.
"You don't mind, do you?" Timmy asked Peggy.
But before Peggy could answer, Timmy began coaxing Barb again.
"Come on, Barb," he urged. "Get undressed and hop in!"
To Timmy's surprise, Barb did begin undressing. And Peggy didn't seem to mind. At least she didn't leave. And when Barb, who had a body as different from Peggy's as could be, climbed into the bed on the other side of Timmy, Peggy kept her tits pressed to him.
There always seemed to be new possibilities for kinky sex. And lying between the two chicks made Timmy feel like a sultan.
"Gee, it feels great to have both of you beside me!" he said.
Lying on his back, Timmy put an arm around each girl as they pressed their tits to his sides. He kissed Peggy, then turned his head and kissed Barb. Reaching around their necks, Timmy managed to get a hand around each of their tits.
Holding Peggy's floppy tit in one hand, and the slight mound of Barb's small tit in the other, Timmy experienced a brand new thrill.
"Why don't both of you grab my prick?" Timmy suggested as he moved his mouth from Barb's to Peggy's.
The girls began moving their hands down Timmy's body. He felt their hands meet just above his pubic hair. He felt them pull away from one another in shyness. But when they wrapped their fingers around his throbbing cock, they didn't mind intertwining their fingers.
Timmy enjoyed the sensation of having one chick hold his prick while the other scooped up his balls. Then they would trade.
Meanwhile, he kept kissing them in turn and fondling their tits. But it was time to go for more interesting territory. So Timmy slid his hands down to his hips where their cunts were.
Each chick threw a leg over one of Timmy's legs. That opened their crotches for his inspection.
It was difficult to grab their cunts in that position. Timmy had to swivel his wrists. But he managed to get a finger into each of their hairy gashes.
"O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o," Peggy moaned as Timmy kissed Barb.
"Huh-h-h-h-h-h," Barb moaned when Timmy moved his tongue to Peggy's mouth.
Both cunts were wet. Either would gladly accept Tommy's prick. And Timmy didn't know which one to plug first. But there was no hurry, so Timmy let them continue caressing his prick and balls.
He kept his fingers busy, though. They crept into both girls' cunts. And he massaged both of their clits. Before long, they were imitating the sounds of passion that Sally had made-the sounds that had brought these girls to Timmy.
"Timmy, o-o-o-o-o," Barb moaned. "You know just what to touch in my pussy!"
Thank you, Aunt Beth, Timmy thought to himself. After all, it had been her lessons in fucking that had begun Timmy's sex life.
But Timmy still couldn't figure out whom to fuck first. Maybe he could fuck them at the same time, he thought. That would be different.
"Are you ready?" he asked the girls, looking at each of them.
They were both looking at Timmy with an expression of lust and longing. He realized he would have to take the bull by the horns.
"Here, you lie on your back, Barb," he said as he got up from between them. "And you lie next to her, Peggy."
The girls did what Timmy said as though he were their teacher-and, in fact, he was.
"I'll go from one of you to the other," he said as the girls took their positions.
Since Peggy had come to him first, Timmy decided she should get the first poke. He got between her spread legs, and with Barb watching with bulging eyes, he guided his prick into her.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Peggy wailed as she felt Timmy's fat rod spread her cuntal lips.
Timmy sank his cock into her heavy body until their pubic bones came together. Then he eased his prick out of her cunt.
Moving from one chick to the other seemed simple. Timmy shifted one foot from between Peggy's legs to between Barb's. Then he moved his supporting hands and arms and he was hovering over Barb. He plugged his prick into her cunt without difficulty.
"A-a-a-a-a-a," Barb sang with passion as Timmy's prick entered her hot cunt.
He knew that they were finding out what all the noise had been when he was fucking Sally. Already, these girls were making quite a bit of noise themselves.
After slipping his cock deep into Barb's body, he pulled it out. Then, repeating his movements, Timmy hovered over Peggy again and gave her an in-and-out with his bone.
It was fabulously exciting to fuck them both like that. But Timmy began to realize that he wasn't going to be able to keep it up. At least, not in the same way as he had begun. Moving from one chick to the other was just too exhausting.
But Timmy kept up his commuting for a while. It was so nice to feel his prick sink into Barb's tight cunt, then to dip into Peggy's looser pussy.
"M-mm-mm, ah-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h," the chicks cried in turn as they received a stroke of Timmy's big cock.
But Timmy wasn't going to be able to keep up his traveling. He had nothing to worry about, however, as it turned out.
Peggy was getting too eager to wait for Timmy to bring his prick all the way from Barb's cunt. So she got up and straddled Barb's body as though she were going to fuck Barb. But she straddled Barb's stomach rather than her hips.
"This way he can fuck us faster," Peggy explained to the startled girl beneath her.
Timmy looked at the two cunts in front of him. The girls were holding their pussies together, hairy mound to hairy mound. Their slots made a long line of wet, pink flesh.
"Great idea!" Timmy said as he leaned forward. He pressed his stomach against Peggy's upturned ass. Then he stuck his prick into her cunt.
Again, Timmy began giving the cunts one stroke apiece. But now he could fuck them at almost normal speed. All he had to do was raise or lower his hips a bit between plunges.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h," Peggy moaned when Timmy's prick made a foray into her twat.
"E-e-e-e-e!" Barb squealed when it was her turn to receive Timmy's cock.
As he fucked them, Timmy could see that the girls were grinding their cunts together. And they were lying on top of one another so their tits were piled up and bouncing together. After all, since they had to share Timmy's prick, they wanted something to do between his alternating lunges.
Feeling one cunt, then the other, sliding over his prick was making Timmy crazy with lust. But since his prick was spending almost as much time traveling from cunt to cunt as it spent inside either pussy, he was able to keep going without coming.
The girls were shaking and moaning wildly. And Timmy was working hard and enjoying it more than anything he'd ever done.
"Oh, God!" he gasped. "This is fabulous!"
As he moved his cock from the top pussy to the lower one, Timmy enjoyed Peggy's ass rubbing against his stomach.
Suddenly, Barb, the girl on the bottom, began coming. She jolted her body so violently Peggy began bouncing like a rag doll. And Timmy was having trouble threading his prick into their hopping cunts.
"I'm c-c-c-coming!" Barb cried. "Go-o-o-o-od!"
Now Timmy's prick was bouncing between the four thighs and double asscheeks between plunges into the two cunts. But he couldn't keep that sort of effort up any longer.
So he kept his prick in Barb's chomping cunt as she came. But not wanting to leave Peggy's pussy vacant, Timmy shoved Peggy forward. Her body shot over Barb's head until her tummy came to rest on Barb's face. Now Peggy's ass was rising over Barb's shoulders, her pussy peeking out below her ass.
"Fuck me-e-e-e-e!" Barb screamed as she came.
"Timmy!" Peggy gasped in desperation now that he had abandoned her cunt.
But Timmy had a plan. As he kept fucking Barb's pussy, he lowered himself over Barb's bucking body. Watching Peggy's spread and soaking pussy wagging over Barb's tits, Timmy shoved his face right into it.
His nose wedged between her asscheeks, and his tongue stretched into her twat.
"Yeah-h-h-h-h!" Peggy cried in joy.
Now Timmy unleashed all his sexual energy. With his prick pistoning in Barb's throbbing cunt, and his tongue wiggling like mad in Peggy's twat, Timmy began to feel his own orgasm blooming.
"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h-h," he grunted into, the wet cunt on his face.
Barb was suspended in an endless orgasm. Timmy was filling her cunt with hot cream. And Peggy, crouching over Barb's head and shoulders, was beginning to come with Timmy's wildly lashing tongue in her cunt.
The sound of Barb's wails and Peggy's singing moans was punctuated by the muffled grunts Timmy was making in the cunt he wore like a mask. It sounded like a heavenly chorus of pure bliss-which is what it was.
Soon, though, the pleasure began to drain away.
The three kids were running out of energy, and their bucking and gyrating slowed.
Slowly, they disentangled themselves from the pile of bodies they had formed in their blind passion.
Timmy looked at the two chicks, panting and wet with sweat, like a sculptor looks at his finished product. Yes, Timmy thought of himself as an artist-a sex artist-and these chicks' blissed-out condition was his art.
"Damn, that was great!" Timmy said as he stretched himself out on the bed.
But the girls remained quiet. They wore thin smiles on their faces, but they were still too knocked out with their perverted performance to say anything.
Timmy watched them getting dressed with slow movements as though they had been drugged. Then they each wiggled their fingers at him as a wave of good-bye before slipping out of the room.
But as Timmy lay there, he began to hear other sounds of passion. The scene in that bed was obviously not the only action taking place in the house.
But it was only later, as he walked home with some buddies, that Timmy learned that his fucking and the sounds it had made had been the key to the other chicks' pants. When everyone knew that he was fucking Sally, Peggy and Barb, the other chicks decided to give it a try. Timmy was a hero.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After that party, all Timmy's friends treated him like a god. But they were as eager for fucking as ever. For most of them, scoring at that party had only broken the ice. Now they were dying to keep the fun going.
At home, Timmy found that his aunt was getting more hungry for his body. The more they fucked, the more Beth wanted it.
So Timmy began to put two and two together. Maybe he could do his aunt a favor, and help out his friends too.
Timmy didn't tell his aunt or his buddies about his plan. He would just bring them all together, and whatever happened, happened.
When he found out that his aunt was going to be home alone one afternoon when his mother had to be out, Timmy thought the time had arrived. Of course, Beth hated to see the boy go out when they could have had the house to themselves all afternoon.
As soon as his mother went out, Beth came over to where Timmy was sitting in the living room.
"Your mother's going out all day," she said as she put her arm around the boy, snuggling her tits up against him.
"Gee, I've got to go to meet the guys," Timmy said. "But maybe they'll want to come over here and mess around, or something."
Timmy sensed his aunt's disappointment when he said he had to meet his friends. But he also sensed her perking up when he said they all might come back with him. He even thought he detected a hint of musky cunt juice in the air.
"That would be nice," Beth said. "I'd love to meet your friends. I could even arrange a special treat for them. I know, I'll make brownies!"
Timmy looked carefully at his aunt. If she were planning anything more than brownies, she wasn't showing it. But Timmy had been surprised before by this sex-crazed chick. And nothing she could do now would surprise him further.
"I'll be disappointed now if you don't come back with them," Beth said as Timmy ran out of the house.
He knew that he wouldn't have any trouble getting his friends to come over. They'd been drooling over his stories about his aunt, and they'd had a few tempting glimpses of her.
Sure enough, when Timmy told his buddies that his aunt was making brownies for them, they were very eager.
"Brownies?" Chuck asked. "How about some juicy hair pie?"
"I don't know about that," Timmy said.
"Maybe if you impress her enough, she might let you squeeze her tits."
"God, I don't know if I could swallow a brownie with a chick like that to stare at," Bob said.
"I just hope my pants don't split when my cock gets hard," Larry giggled.
"Now look, you guys," Timmy said. "Whatever you do, don't let her know that I told you that I've been fucking her."
The boys promised they wouldn't let her know that. Then they all wandered over to Timmy's house.
When Beth opened the door, they were all glad they had come. Even Timmy couldn't remember seeing his aunt looking so sexy.
She was wearing a sweater that was so tight her nipples could be seen as clearly as though she weren't wearing anything. And her black slacks hugged her cunt and ass like a coat of paint.
As soon as Timmy saw her, he knew that she was thinking about giving the boys more than brownies.
"Come on in, boys," Beth said with a smile. "The brownies are still in the oven."
Bob, Larry and Chuck filed into the kitchen. They each stumbled a few times because they were staring so intently at Beth's tightly wrapped body.
As Beth backed away from the door, making room for the boys to pass in front of her, her tits heaved heavily. In fact, every move she made was amplified and exaggerated by her bouncing tits.
"Would you like to come into the living room while the brownies bake?" Beth asked.
But the boys didn't answer. They were too dumbfounded. They'd never seen such a sexy creature.
So Beth merely smiled and led them into the living room with her wagging ass. The boys followed like chicks after a hen. Timmy, following his friends, couldn't help being amused at their obvious cunt-struck condition.
"Would you boys like to hear some music?" Beth asked.
Still, the boys remained silent, staring in awe at Beth's lithe body moving in her tight clothing.
So without waiting for an answer, Beth put on a record. It was a Latin rhythm, and Beth soon was moving her body to the beat. Her hips swayed, her feet shuffled, and her tits seemed to be doing a dance of their own.
"Come on and dance with me," Beth said to Chuck as she grabbed his hand.
Chuck looked terrified. But he couldn't very well refuse. Like all the boys, Chuck had one hand in his pocket. But when he started imitating Beth's dance steps, he had to take it out. And when he did, it became apparent why that hand was in there. A huge lump could be seen where his prick was imprisoned.
After dancing with Chuck for a few minutes, Beth grabbed Bob and pulled him to the middle of the room. But she danced differently with him. The sight of all the bulging crotches must have been too much for Beth. Now she was holding Bob tightly to her, grinding her cunt against him.
Over Beth's shoulder, the boys could see Bob's startled face. The thrill of having Beth's tits shimmering against his chest could be read on his blushing cheeks and bulging eyes.
Beth let go of Bob, and he staggered to the side of the room, gasping for breath. The lump in his pants had grown.
"Who's next?" Beth asked as she continued swinging her jugs.
Larry rushed up to the shaking, swaying woman. He swiveled his hips to the music and to Beth's gyrating hips. Then Beth grabbed him.
Timmy could see by the look on his aunt's face that she wasn't going to be satisfied with just dancing. Oh, no. She was wearing the same expression he had seen when he had slipped naked into her bed.
"What would you like to hear next?" Beth asked breathlessly when the record ended.
The boys had no suggestions. But she picked out another record right away.
When the music started again the boys all gasped. Could it be true? they wondered. And although they didn't understand why, they knew that Beth was going to undress. For the music she put on was raunchy Dixieland jazz-the type of music that strippers used.
"Hey, this sounds like stripper's music," Beth said as though the idea had just occurred to her. "If I were alone, I might even take my clothes off while watching myself dance in the mirror."
Suddenly the atmosphere was charged. The boys began to feel a tremendous disappointment at Beth's words. But somehow they thought there was still hope. After all, the way Beth was throwing her tits around now indicated that she was a pretty wild chick.
"Take 'em off anyhow," Bob said suddenly.
Beth giggled. But the tone in Bob's voice wasn't merely kidding. He had the sound of a desperate man.
"Would you really like that?" Beth said as she reached for a button on her blouse.
"Yeah! God, yes!" the boys said eagerly.
Beth opened the top button of her blouse. Now her tits could be seen down to the nipples. The white flesh was waving like a stormy sea. And every few seconds, a pink nipple would peek out and disappear again.
"And what will you boys do for me if I strip?" Beth asked in a sultry voice.
Silence-except for some heavy breathing.
"Well?" Beth asked as she continued swinging her tits and thrusting her hips to the music. "Will you all fuck me?"
The boys couldn't be sure they heard right. But when they saw Beth unbuttoning the rest of her blouse, they realized what she was offering them.
Now her tits were flying free. She was pulling her blouse off behind her, showing the kids a magnificent set of jugs. And none of them, including Timmy, had ever seen tits moving like that before.
"I love to shake my tits," Beth said.
She danced over to the flabbergasted boys. When she was in front of Bob, she grabbed her tits and lifted one to Bob's face.
"Suck it!" Beth ordered.
Like a flash, Bob's head shot down to the offered mound of flesh. His mouth surrounded Beth's quivering nipple.
"You suck this one!" Beth said as she held her other tit toward Larry.
Larry scrambled to her and dropped his face to her free tit. With the two boys sucking the woman's tits, Chuck ran to her and tried to get some of the action too. He stood behind Beth and pressed his bulging cock to her still-swaying ass.
"Help me get these pants off," Beth gasped.
As Beth and the three boys surrounding her began tugging down her pants, Timmy stayed in the background. Why should he compete with his buddies when he could have his aunt all to himself whenever he liked?
But that didn't mean he wasn't excited. In fact, he found the scene incredibly exciting. But this time he would have more fun just watching. He fished his prick out, and as he watched the boys stripping Beth's pants from her, he began to stroke his cock.
Beth stepped out of her pants, then her undies, as the boys pulled at her clothes.
When she was naked, the weight of the boys hanging on her tits and ass pulled her to the floor. The boys followed her down. And as they pawed her with one hand, they pulled their own clothes off with the other.
Bob was the first to get his pants down. And as soon as Beth spread her legs, he was between them.
Timmy let his fist speed up as he watched his friend slip his cock into his aunt's hungry cunt.
As Bob's ass bobbed over Beth's thrusting hips, the other boys sucked her tits and continued undressing themselves. And when Bob's ass stopped bucking, Larry pulled him from the grip of Beth's legs, then took his place.
Watching his aunt writhing beneath his buddies' jabbing pricks was fun, Timmy found. After all the fucking he'd been doing, he was now learning that this could be as much fun as doing it himself. His aunt had surprised him again.
