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Aunt Mable's Visit (D.Abby) (bFbFMg, various combos,pedo,inc) (1!1)
Aunt Mable's Visit (D.Abby) (bFbFMg, various combos,pedo,inc) (1!1)
The following story is for adults only. It contains scenes depicting
incestuous sex among minor children and, between adults and minor
children. It is entirely a work of fiction and the characters contained
within are completely the figment of the authors imagination. (they do
sometimes embody his fantasies, however.) If homosexual activities
offend you or sexual activities among and with pre- and just pubescent
children I suggest you hit the back button.
This book does contain episodes of masturbation, voyeurism, oral, anal,
heterosexual, homosexual, and lesbian sex. The range also covers solo
to group sex, incest and pedophilia. You have been warned.
I would like to quote from the introduction to 'Clayton's Children'.
"This is a work of fiction. No illegal activity described herein was
carried out, this document details fantasies that took place late at
night when I was alone in bed. I firmly believe that no fifteen minutes
of pleasure are worth the innocence of a child. Besides I derive much
pleasure from the company of children, playing with them or simply
watching them at play, I am not going to risk this for any momentarily
heightened sense of pleasure.
"This is a story of make believe, it describes what might have been in
a very different world. If you feel an uncontrollable desire to carry
out the activities described in this type of story, then stop reading
now and seek professional help."
If you are under the age of 18 or if it is illegal in your community it
is illegal for you to read this, please hit the back button
immediately. (Can't you just see a horny twelve year old zipping up his
pants, (or pulling up her panties as the case may be), and hitting the
back button at this point. I should live so long.)
Copyrighted by the author 1997. This book may be reposted in any not
For profit electronic medium. It must not be altered and it must be
attributed to the author.
If you haven't hit the back button yet, enjoy. I would like to have
your opinions of my work and, and while I don't promise, I usually try
to answer my e-mail.
Dabby@access.mountain.net
AUNT MABLE'S VISIT
by D. Abby
Prologue
Art hadn't seen Aunt Mable, his mother's twin sister, in four years and
he could hardly wait to see her again. Aunt Mable was a real looker.
She had long blond hair and blue eyes and he remembered her as having a
figure that didn't stop. His mother had the same kind of a figure and
her features were the same as his Aunt Mable's except she had brown
hair. He loved his mother and thought she was beautiful but his mother
didn't do the things that his Aunt Mable did.
At twelve years old Art was a rather bright adolescent. He followed the
news on TV when his parents had it on. Some of the things that they
said on the news were very interesting. It was particularly interesting
when the newscaster got evasive and wasn't very specific about the news
item he was commenting on. Whenever that happened Art listened very
carefully to what was being said. He'd found out that these things were
usually very interesting when you figured out what they were saying.
One of the items he always had his ears open for was child abuse.
Art figured out that child abuse was when an adult did some things with
someone his age or younger. If it was a boy they did some things with
his penis. If it was with a girl, they did some things with her vulva,
the medical books said that was the hole a girl had between her legs
instead of a penis. The boys at school called it a cunt. According to
what he was hearing on the newscasts his aunt had been abusing him
since he had been four years old. That was the first time she had ever
done anything with his penis. She had also done things with his penis
when he was eight.
Now that he was old enough to understand what his aunt had been doing
he hoped that she would abuse him some more. He sure wanted to be a
victim of some more of that sexual child abuse that they talked about
in the news. The newscasters sounded like they thought it was something
bad but Art knew that it could be a lot of fun.
It would be different this time, however, his mother, Jane, and his
father, Milt, would be home. He was sure they didn't know the things
that his aunt had done with him. Would she do any of those things with
him while his parents were home? Would she want to do any of those
things with him now that he was older and his penis had started to get
bigger?
Chapter - 1
He remembered the first time he'd been with his Aunt Mable. It was the
first really vivid memory of his childhood. He was four years old and
his aunt, who he never remembered meeting, came east to baby sit while
his folks took a vacation.
This was the first time his parents wouldn't be home with him. He
didn't like the idea of being left with a stranger. His Aunt Mable
looked like his mother but he knew she wasn't. He cried and raised a
fuss until his parents loaded their bags into the car and left. He
reconciled himself to living a whole week alone with his aunt but he
didn't like the idea at all.
He sulked all day long and fussed when his aunt prepared to bathe him
after dinner that night. His mother always bathed him every night and
he had no reason to expect that his aunt wouldn't continued the
practice. He was in the bathtub and he was naked as was normal for this
activity. He found out Aunt Mable had some very strange ideas about the
proper way to bathe a four year old boy. He liked her innovations even
though he had no idea what was going on.
The first night that Aunt Mable bathed him she used her hands to soap
his body. His mother always used a wash cloth. The feel of his aunt's
hands rubbing over his body felt a lot different and he sort of liked
the difference. Another different thing was that she spent a lot of
time soaping his penis and it had gotten hard like it did sometimes
when he had to pee. His mother just barely touched his penis when she
bathed him and this had never happened before in the tub.
He felt his aunt was doing something that was wrong and he tried to
pull away but it felt good and he liked what she was doing. He wanted
her to keep doing it. He lifted his hips off the bottom of the tub so
that his aunt had better access and she laughed.
Art didn't know why his aunt laughed but she held his penis between her
thumb and her forefinger and moved her fingers up and down the length
of it. It felt better and better. He liked what his aunt was doing. He
didn't want her to stop. Suddenly it felt as if he had to pee. He was
trying to hold it back when his hips jerked and he got a real good
feeling in his penis. It felt so good, it almost hurt. At that point
his aunt washed the soap off his penis and continued bathing him. He
didn't know what happened but he liked it.
When he reached down to feel his penis his aunt laughed at him again
and tousled his hair. "You liked that, did you? I sort of expected you
might. In about ten years we'll be able to do a lot more with that
little tool of yours."
His aunt didn't say anything more. Art didn't know how to respond so he
just looked at his aunt and kept quiet. She put him to bed and he
rubbed his fingers up and down his penis for a few minutes. It got hard
again and he liked the way it felt.
He tried to go to sleep and remembered that his parents weren't in the
house. He was lonely and he felt deserted. He started to cry and his
aunt came into the room to hold him and try to make him feel better. He
did feel better when she held him and patted his head and he wouldn't
let her go when his sobs had subsided.
"All right Art, I'll sleep with you so you don't feel lonely."
This is what Art did with his parents when he got scared during the
night and he felt lonely and scared right then. His Aunt Mable
undressed and got into bed with him. She didn't have a nightgown on.
His mother and father always wore night clothes. He wanted to move up
against Aunt Mable and hug her but he was still as little shy in her
presence. She gathered him in her arms and held him close. He liked the
feel of her naked body against him. His penis was pressed against her
side and it got hard again.
Aunt Mable pushed her hand inside his pajama pants and patted his
bottom. His penis came out of his fly and rubbed up against her hip. He
hunched his hips to make his penis rub against her bare skin. Aunt
Mable's hand on his bottom felt good too. She ran her fingers between
his buttocks and tickled his balls. He hunched faster and faster and
his penis felt like it felt in the bathtub. His hips jerked and he got
that funny good feeling that almost hurt again. His aunt kissed him and
pressed her body against his.
Art fell asleep at that point. He woke up during the night, as he
usually did when he had to pee. He went to the toilet then got back
into bed. Aunt Mable was asleep. It had felt good when he rubbed his
penis against his aunt so he took his penis out of the fly of his
pajamas and rubbed it against her side again.
Aunt Mable woke up, laughed, and turned toward him so his penis rubbed
her belly. She rubbed between the cheeks of his bottom again. He liked
the feel of that too and when he got that funny good feeling he
couldn't keep the movement up. He kept his penis pressed against his
aunt's belly and fell asleep that way. When he woke up next morning his
aunt wasn't in bed with him any more.
The next night his aunt did the same thing in the bathtub. She soaped
his body with her hands and when she got to his penis she rubbed her
two fingers up and down its shaft. She rubbed until his hips jerked and
he had that funny good feeling.
Art still felt this was naughty but he hoped she didn't stop doing it.
He didn't say a word and pretended that he was used to having someone
play with his penis when they bathed him. Maybe his aunt didn't know
that his mother never did anything like that.
Art was lonely and frightened and asked his aunt to sleep with him
again. His aunt didn't put pajamas on him that night as his mother
always did and he didn't say anything. Aunt Mable didn't turn out the
light when she got undressed. His aunt was different than he was. She
didn't have a penis like he did, but she had hair between her legs like
his father did.
As soon as Aunt Mable got into bed with him Art moved up against his
aunt and rubbed his penis against her hip. She turned so his penis was
rubbing her belly, put her hand on his bottom as she had last night,
and pressed him against her again. She ran a finger up and down between
the cheeks of his bottom just as she'd done the night before. One thing
was different, his aunt was doing something with her other hand.
She pushed it between her legs and she was moving it back and forth the
same way she did when she rubbed his penis in the bathtub, but he knew
she didn't have a penis. He tried to feel what she was doing.
She moved his hand away and grinned at him again. "Well, you might not
be ready for any real action but you sure do want to try."
When his aunt made these statements he didn't understand, Art kept
quiet. He rubbed his penis against his aunt while she pushed one hand
between her legs and rubbed his bottom with the other. He got that
funny good feeling, his hips jerked, then his body slowly relaxed. His
aunt shuddered about the same time and he wondered if she got that
funny good feeling too. He went to sleep and woke up later to go to the
bathroom as he usually did.
When he got back in bed he put his hand on his aunt's stomach and
slowly pushed it lower. If his aunt didn't wake he'd find out what she
had between her legs instead of a penis. There was hair then his finger
slipped into a space between her legs. It was real slippery and wet.
Art pushed his finger in farther and it went into a hole. He pushed a
finger in and out as he'd seen his aunt do earlier that night. His
whole hand slipped into a tight slick sheath. He kept on pumping and
guessed she got that funny good feeling because she moaned and shook
her head from side to side.
She pulled his hand from between her legs and hugged him to her. "You
are a little devil. I liked that. I'll do something special for you. I
can't wait for ten years to roll around. I bet you'll be a little
heller by then."
Aunt Mable rubbed her hands between her legs and took hold of his
penis. That slick stuff came out on her hand and it felt good when she
wrapped her hand around his penis and pumped it back and forth. He
liked the feel and pumped his hips to make his penis go in and out of
her hand faster. His hips jerked, he got that funny good feeling, and
Aunt Mable slowed the pumping until his body relaxed.
He and his aunt followed that routine for the rest of the week. She
rubbed his penis with soap in the bath then they slept together. He
hunched against her and pushed his hand in and out between her legs.
When he woke to the bathroom later on he pushed his hands between his
aunts legs again. His aunt played with his penis again and rubbed his
bottom. He liked having his aunt do things with his penis and his
bottom. It was fun and it felt real good.
As much as he missed his mother and father he was sorry when they
returned home at the end of the week. He often thought of the things he
had done with his aunt but he never told his parents. The one thing he
carried with him from that visit was that he rubbed his penis every
night until he got that good feeling.
* * * * * * * *
The next time Art visited with his aunt he was a little more than eight
years old. This time his parents took a cruise to Hawaii. To Art's
dismay they weren't going to take him, they left him with his Aunt
Mable for two weeks. He bathed himself now and he wondered if his aunt
would do some of the things that he remembered from her last visit. He
sort of wanted it to happen but he was a little frightened by it too.
He still didn't understand what had happened but he knew that he liked
it and he was sure it was something naughty.
As soon as he was re-introduced to his aunt she picked him up and
hugged and kissed him. Art didn't like that at first. He was growing
up. Grown up eight year old boys weren't picked up off the floor and
hugged and kissed. It was a very strange kiss. Aunt Mable left her lips
soft and when he kissed back he felt her tongue touch his lips. It made
him feel funny, but it was a good funny.
He felt a strange sensation in his crotch. His penis got hard and it
pressed against his aunt's stomach and it felt good the way that it had
when she soaped his penis or when he rubbed it against her. It
embarrassed him with his parents watching, and he blushed. He wanted to
pull away but didn't want the strange feeling to stop.
He wanted to push his hips forward so his penis rubbed against his aunt
but he couldn't with his parents right there. It didn't last for more
than half a minute before his aunt put him down. He relived that kiss
many times in his fantasies. It was one of the scenes that he brought
to mind when he jerked off at night. Now he knew why his prick had
gotten hard when his aunt had kissed him like that. Would his Aunt
Mable kiss him like that again this time? He hoped so.
That wasn't the only thing that happened during that visit. He had to
go to the toilet the first night and he dashed out to the bathroom
without his pajamas on. Aunt Mable was in the hallway. She looked at
him, grinned, cocked her head to one side, then looked at his crotch.
He got that funny feeling, his penis got hard, he blushed, and was
embarrassed. Aunt Mable laughed, tousled his hair, picked him up and
held him close to her again. He wanted to rub against her but was sort
of scared.
She patted his bare bottom and rubbed her hand up and down the same way
she'd done the last time. It felt as good as it had the last time. It
pushed his hard penis against her belly. He wanted to keep it there and
feel it against her warm body. He wished that his aunt didn't have her
clothes on. He wanted to rub his penis against her bare skin.
His aunt moved his body against hers until he got that funny good
feeling then set him down on his feet, spanked his bottom lightly, and
grinned at him. "Well, it's still not ready but you sure are. Do you
want me to sleep with you again tonight?"
Art wanted to sleep with his aunt and wanted to do the things they had
done the last time he had been with her but he was a big boy now. A big
boy didn't get scared and have to have his aunt sleep with him. He told
her he wasn't scared to sleep by himself.
As soon as he got into bed he regretted the decision. He was lonely and
scared. He thought back to that last time and he rubbed his penis until
he got that funny good feeling, then he fell asleep.
The next morning Art waited for his aunt to come out of her bedroom and
repeated his nude dash to the bathroom. He wanted another chance to rub
his penis against his aunt. Aunt Mable intercepted him again and this
time she had no clothes on. She laughed again, picked him up, carried
him into her bedroom, and sat down with him in her lap, took his penis
between her fingers and rubbed up and down on it.
She grinned at Art and mad another of those statements that couldn't
fully understand. "It's still not really ready but you sure do want to
use it. Don't you?"
Art still didn't know how to answer and kept quiet. He could feel the
hair between her legs tickle his bottom. He squirmed because he liked
the feel. The way his aunt was pulling on his penis felt real good. He
flexed his hips to make it feel even better. His aunt took his hand and
put it between her legs. That was all the signal he needed, he pushed
his fingers into that slick hole again the way he had four years ago.
His hand had gotten bigger and he couldn't push it all in. He used
three fingers instead. His aunt kissed him the way she had when she'd
picked him up and wiggled her hips. His hips jerked and he got that
funny good feeling. His aunt shuddered and moaned at the same time. His
aunt must get that same feeling he did.
Next night Art started to the bathroom without any clothes on again.
His aunt was waiting for him without any clothes on and she picked him
up. This time he said yes when she asked him if he wanted sleep with
her. When she had him in bed she rubbed his penis. He pushed his
fingers between her legs. His aunt's breast was in front of his face
and it seemed right to suck the nipple into his mouth. His aunt rubbed
his penis until he got that good feeling and he sucked on her breast
and pushed his hand between her legs until she shuddered.
For the rest of the visit Art went to bed with his aunt and they did
the same things to each other that they had done before. Sometimes Art
woke up during the night when he had to pee. Each time he got back in
bed he pushed his fingers between his aunt's legs again. She always
woke up and played with his penis until he got that funny good feeling
again.
* * * * * * * * *
After that Art played with his penis every night until he got that good
feeling before he fell asleep. He usually closed his eyes and pretended
that his aunt was doing it too him. That made it feel even better.
Recently he learned his aunt had been jerking him off. He found out
that his penis was called a cock or a prick and what his aunt had
between her legs was called a cunt. He now used his hand on his prick
the way she had taught him every night. From what the boys at school
said he'd been finger fucking his aunt. He never did tell the boys at
school that he'd had his hand in a woman's cunt. He knew they wouldn't
believe him.
Art often thought about his aunt when he jerked off. He closed his eyes
and brought back every detail of the scene until his cum shot out onto
his hand. He wished it was his aunt's hand. Would his aunt let him
finger fuck her this visit? Would she rub his prick till the cum shot
out? Would she let him put his prick to the 'good use' she had talked
about when he didn't understand what she was saying? What did she mean
by good use? Would she have him fuck her? Wow! That would be a blast.
* * * * * * * * * *
Eight months earlier Art woke up having a dream that was a mixture of
the things that happened with Aunt Mable. His pajamas were all wet with
something sticky, and he had a marvelous feeling. He knew at once that
this was a wet dream that the boys talked about and that meant he could
shoot off. The wet sticky stuff must be his cum.
He cleaned his pajamas and sheets and thought he'd done a good job. His
parents looked at him and grinned at dinner the next night but he paid
no particular attention to it. The next day his father gave him a book
about sex and told him to read it.
When he realized that his parents knew about his wet dream, he was
mortified. He could hardly look at them without blushing the next
couple of days. They appeared to take what had happened as a matter of
course. In a few days he put it out of his mind.
The book explained how his prick would grow now. He found out a lot of
the things that he learned from the boys at school were wrong. The book
called his prick a penis as he had when he was little, and it called
jerking off masturbation. It said that jerking off was normal and all
boys did it. He thought he was being nasty when he did it. He couldn't
help himself because it felt so good. He still felt that he did it too
often.
He kept promising himself that he would only do it once a day but this
resolution would be put aside the first time he had to go to the boys'
room at school. He felt so much better after he did it, and for a while
he didn't get a hard on in class. He learned from experience that it
was a good idea to jerk off before he had to give a presentation in
front of the class. If he didn't he would be afraid of getting a hard
on and that, of course, would give him one. He would be so embarrassed
that he would get flustered and get a bad mark for his presentation.
His prick was only as big as his index finger the night he had his
first wet dream and when he examined closely he could only find three
hairs around it. Now his prick was over three inches long and he had so
many hairs he lost count.
Most nights Art would lay in bed and listen for sounds coming from his
parents room. He knew that it must be his father fucking his mother. As
soon as he heard them his prick would get hard.
He would close his eyes and try to picture what they were doing while
he jerked off. He almost always wound up with the fantasy of his aunt
being in bed with him. He could almost feel her hand pulling on his
prick and his finger working in and out of her cunt.
The boys at school talked about sex all the time and some of them
claimed that they did all sorts of things with girls. Art really didn't
believe that they did most of the things they said they did. He knew
what a girl was like down there and it was obvious that the boys didn't
know what they were talking about. Art talked about sex with them but
he never even told his best friend, Jerry, about what he'd done with
his aunt.
Now his Aunt Mable was coming to visit. The same set of questions kept
running through his head.
Was she going to act the same way with him this time as she had last
time?
Would she greet him with a French kiss?
Would she feel his prick again?
Would his aunt let him finger fuck her this visit?
Would she jerk him off?
Would she let him see her without any clothes?
Would she let him suck her tits?
Would she let him push his finger in her cunt and jerk him off at the
same time?
Would she get into bed with him again?
Then there was the biggest 'would' of all. Now that is prick was 'ready
for action', would she let him fuck her?
He hoped she would do all of those things but he had the normal
adolescent fear of making a fool of himself because of his ignorance.
He was afraid that she would do these things and he wouldn't know how
to act or what to do.
His parents weren't planning a vacation this time. He didn't see how he
could do any of those things with his Aunt Mable when his parents were
in the house? Art tried to figure out ways he could get his Aunt Mable
alone but he came up with a complete blank. Maybe Aunt Mable would come
up with some way that they could do some of those things.
Chapter - 2
Aunt Mable arrived and Art ran out to help her with her bags. Art was
the whole welcoming committee. It seemed that things were disorganized
around his house. His mother usually didn't let things happen like
this. Jane was still out shopping and Milton had an unusual Saturday
morning appointment at the office that he couldn't get out of. It
almost seemed as if it were arranged that way. He carried his Aunt
Mable's bags into the entryway, put them down, and waited for Aunt
Mable to pay the taxi driver and follow.
What would happen now? Would his aunt give him a French kiss? He knew
what that was now and he wanted her to do it but the idea frightened
him. Art waited for his aunt and blushed because of the things he was
thinking.
Aunt Mable couldn't pick him up any more, he was almost as tall as she
was. She hugged and kissed him and pressed her body against his. Aunt
Mable wasn't wearing a bra! Her hard nipples pressed against his chest.
Her tongue touched his lips. He opened his mouth and touched her tongue
with his. They said French kissing was real sexy. It sure was! It felt
as if an electric shock ran through his body. Wow!
He got a hard on and it pressed against his aunt's crotch. Aunt Mable
reached down and ran her hand up and down his prick a couple of times
just as she had done four years ago only he had pants on now and his
prick was bigger and it could shoot cum. Aunt Mable was jerking him
off.
His Aunt Mable grinned at him and now he understood what she was saying
but he still couldn't quite believe it, "It feels as if you're ready to
put that tool to good use now. We'll see what we can do with it. Help
me to the guest room with my bags, please."
Art was flustered. He wasn't sure what his aunt meant to do with him
but he was half afraid and half hoping that she was going to do some of
the things with him that she'd done with him before. Maybe some of the
things the boys talked about in school. Maybe she would even let him
fuck her. He thought about that when he jerked off but he didn't have
the concrete memories to help him along with that.
They got to the guest room, he put down his aunt's bags, and Aunt Mable
hugged and kissed him the same way again, only this kiss lasted a lot
longer. She reached down and rubbed his prick through his pants again.
Art couldn't take any more, his hips jerked and he shot a load of cum
into his pants. His aunt moved her hand over the crotch of his pants
and felt the growing damp spot. She grinned at him again, cocked her
head and made one of her suggestive statements.
"Well, you are ready to do some of those things, aren't you? Have you
been thinking of the things that you want to do with that tool? Do you
want to do the same things that we did before? I'll bet you have lots
of other ideas too. I know I have."
Art was flustered. It seemed that his aunt was reading his mind. Did
she know what he thought about when he jerked off? He didn't know how
to answer those questions. He'd never said a word about sex to a female
in his life and he didn't know if he could. His aunt stood there with
her head cocked grinning at him. He was saved from having to answer by
a call from downstairs.
"Mable, Are you here already?"
Art's mother had returned from shopping and was calling from the foot
of the stairs. She rushed upstairs then stopped and knocked on the
guest room door before entering. That was funny, his mother didn't have
to knock when she knew he was in the room with his aunt Mable. Aunt
Mable grinned at him, gave his prick another two rubs, and told her to
come right in. His mother looked at his aunt, then at him, and told Art
to get the groceries from the car.
She and Aunt Mable kissed and they both started to talk a mile a
minute. Art went down to bring the bags in and wondered what was going
to happen. Jane and Mable came downstairs as he was carrying the last
groceries in.
He ducked by his mother and his aunt as they headed for the kitchen and
went upstairs to his own room to change his pants and his jockey
shorts. They sure were a mess. He hoped his mother didn't notice what
had happened when she put them in the wash. He blushed as he thought
about it. He stopped by the bathroom to finish cleaning up his crotch.
He had another hard on. He couldn't go downstairs like that. His mother
was bound to notice and he was sure that the first thing his Aunt Mable
would do was look at his crotch. He jerked off again thinking about
doing things with his Aunt Mable.
Aunt Mable obviously hadn't forgotten what had happened on their
previous visits. It was evident she intended to take up where they left
off. She'd already jerked him off even if it was through his pants.
That was one of the fantasies that caused his wet dreams.
Would she let him see her cunt? Would she let him push his fingers in
and out like he did on the last visit? Would she let him do even more?
Would she let him fuck her?
He didn't think she would go that far but she sure acted as if she was
going to do more things with him than they'd done before. He would have
to wait till he was alone with her again before he could find out the
answers to any of these questions.
He went down stairs and hoped his mother wouldn't ask why he'd changed
his pants. He couldn't think of a good answer if she did ask. His
mother did give him a once over when he entered the room but she didn't
seem to notice anything unusual and she didn't say anything about his
pants. She did have a grin on her face and a sparkle in her eyes, but
Art just thought it was because Aunt Mable was here.
The first thing his aunt did was look down at his crotch and grin. That
was enough to give him an instant hard on. Art didn't know how he could
be hard after coming twice already that morning but his aunt seemed to
have that effect on him. He blushed and he thought his mother looked at
the crotch of his pants, but she just continued her conversation with
Aunt Mable so maybe she didn't notice how the front was pushed out. He
would have to wear a jock strap in the house until his aunt left if he
didn't want his hard prick to show.
Milton came home about this time and Art was astonished when his aunt
kissed his father the same way she kissed him. She rubbed her body
against his father the way she had done to him. It looked to him as if
his aunt gave his father a French kiss.
He must be imagining things. Aunt Mable wouldn't do those things to his
father when his mother was sitting there. His mother looked right at
them and kept right on talking as if nothing unusual were happening. He
must be mistaken about the way Aunt Mable kissed his father and rubbed
against his body.
Maybe he wasn't mistaken. The front of his father's pants was pushed
out when he broke off the kiss with her. Boy, from the looks of that,
his father's prick was big. Was it his imagination or did his father
glance at him and blush. He'd never seen his father blush before.
He lay in bed that night going over that day. He was now sure something
was going to happen. His aunt had said as much before his mother had
gotten home from shopping. His prick was beginning to feel real good
when he heard another door open on to the hall. His own door was open
and he quickly pushed his prick down so it lay against his stomach. He
didn't want anyone to know that he was jerking off.
His aunt was on her way to the bathroom. She stopped right outside his
door. In the dim light of the hall lamp he saw that she wasn't wearing
anything. She was just as he remembered her from those previous visits.
There was that bush of hair down between her legs and her tits pointed
straight out from her body. He rubbed the palm of his hand along the
underside of his prick and hoped his aunt didn't see in the dim light.
She cocked her head to one side, put her hand between her legs, and
pushed a finger into her cunt. His aunt was finger fucking herself,
that's what the boys at school called what she was doing, right in
front of his bedroom door. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble,
dribble; Art's cum shot all over his belly and his bedclothes. His aunt
turned away and went to the bathroom.
Later that night Art woke up and heard noises coming from his parent's
bedroom. This wasn't unusual and he had vivid mental pictures of what
was going on in his parent's bedroom. His prick got hard again. He
jerked off and thought about his aunt finger fucking herself in front
of his bedroom door.
They didn't seem to mind if Aunt Mable heard them fucking. He couldn't
understand how they could act that way. If he knew someone listened to
him while he jerked off he would die of embarrassment. The sound of the
bedsprings in his parents' room reached a crescendo and Art shot off
another load of cum. He fell asleep almost immediately.
All weekend Art tried to get his Aunt Mable alone but his folks were
always around. When he came down to breakfast on Sunday, Aunt Mable
gave him a French kiss. His prick got hard he would have shot off in
his pants again if he hadn't just jerked off in the bathroom. If almost
shot off again anyway. His mother was looking at them but she didn't
seem to notice anything that was going on.
He only talked to his aunt privately once. After church on Sunday when
his father went to get the car and his mother was talking to friends.
Aunt Mable was standing with him. She moved closer to Art and pushed
her hip into his crotch. That was enough to give him an instant hard
on.
Aunt Mable grinned and rubbed her hip against his hard prick, "We can't
do much today, but watch for me tonight. Did you jerk off last night
when I finger fucked myself? Wait till after school tomorrow and we'll
see what use we put that tool of yours to."
As usual Art didn't know how to answer his aunt but he could hardly
wait to find out what else was going to happen. He'd put on a jock
strap that morning so his hard on wouldn't show. He was half afraid. He
had an idea of some of the things he could do with a woman but he
really didn't know how to do it. He was sure he would do something
wrong and be embarrassed by it.
His mind raced over the same old questions that night when he got to
bed. He wondered if his Aunt Mable meant that she would jerk him off?
He sure would like to feel her hand on his prick again. Would she let
him see her cunt? Would she let him feel inside her cunt like he'd done
when she had visited before? Would his aunt let him push his fingers
into her cunt until she came like she did on his last visit? Would she
do even more things with him now that he shot off?
It seemed that he had been asking himself the same questions over and
over again ever since he heard that his aunt was going to visit.
That night he gently fondled his prick waiting for his Aunt Mable to
show up in the hall. He was going very slowly and watching the door. He
wanted to jerk off and watch his Aunt Mable finger fuck herself at the
same time. It seemed forever when he heard her door open and she came
right to his door as she'd done the night before.
She was naked again and she did stop and push her fingers in and out of
her cunt again. He shot off a massive load of cum and fell asleep. As
was usual he woke up to noise in his parents bedroom and jerked off two
more times.
He didn't know how he could do it but he would have to wait till after
school tomorrow to find out what his aunt had in store for him.
Chapter - 3
He didn't do well in school. He thought the day would never end. He
didn't want to jerk off because he wanted to save it for whatever his
aunt was going to do so he had a hard on all day and that distracted
him. His English teacher reprimanded him for not paying attention when
he didn't respond to her. His math teacher asked a question and he
didn't even know what the question was.
At lunch his friends asked him about his Aunt Mable and he didn't know
how to respond. The boys talked about the bodies of visiting female
relatives but he didn't know how to answer without giving too much
away. He finally told them about his aunt finger fucking herself in
front of his bedroom door because he knew they wouldn't believe him. He
was right. Even his best friend, Jerry, told him what a liar he was and
he got out of that okay.
When school was finally over he didn't wait for Sally, his next door
neighbor, to join him. Up until last year he thought that Sally was a
pain in the neck. She insisted on walking home from school with him and
he couldn't avoid doing it because she lived next door. Art didn't
connect it to the wet dream he'd had, but shortly after that he found
he didn't mind walking with her any more. Now he sort of liked to walk
home with her and, if no one was looking he even held her hand as they
walked together. He wanted to kiss her but was too embarrassed to try.
What if she didn't want to kiss him?
Art liked walking with Sally now but he never let on to the boys. They
would tease him about having a girl friend and he would blush. That
would just make them tease him some more.
Today he ran all the way home from school. Aunt Mable was waiting for
him. His parents wouldn't be home for at least two hours. A lot of
things could happen in two hours and he was sure that some things were
going to happen. The thing was that he didn't know what was going to
happen and he was half scared just thinking about some of the things
his aunt might want to do.
His aunt had said they would put his prick to use? Was she going to
jerk him off? Would she make him shoot off in his pants and again? He
was even willing to have that mess if that was what she wanted make him
do it. Would she take his prick out of his pants and jerk him off? He
would like that but was still embarrassed by the idea that his aunt
would see his bare prick.
He knew that she'd seen him naked many times, but that was before his
prick had started to grow and before he'd shot cum. His mother's
lectures on modesty had sunk in but he had to face the fact that if he
wanted her to handle his bare prick she would have to see it.
She didn't seem to mind when he saw her bare tits and cunt. If she did
she wouldn't have let him see her finger fuck herself the last two
nights. Aunt Mable had never been embarrassed when he saw her without
her clothes on. He realized that he wouldn't be able to do much with
his aunt if he kept his clothes on. He would have to get over being
embarrassed about not having any clothes on if he was going to get to
do anything with her.
Would he see her without her clothes today? He had the last two nights
and Aunt Mable knew he was watching. She came to his bedroom door and
finger fucked herself so that he could watch. Maybe Aunt Mable would
let him finger fuck her again. He'd done that when he was only four
years old and, again, when he was eight. He'd like to do that now that
he knew what a woman's cunt was.
Would he get to see her cunt up close? With all the times he'd seen her
without clothes he had only a sketchy idea of what the inside of a cunt
was like. He'd been too young to try examine the female plumbing.
You could see how a boy was made from a distance but you had to get
close up to see how a girl was made. He'd seen some diagrams in medical
books but he thought the real thing would look different. Maybe he
could persuade his aunt to let him get between her legs and examine her
up close. He could pull aside the hairy lips and see what she had
inside. Were there really another pair of lips and a clitoris there
like it showed in the diagrams? Boy, would he like to find out about
that.
What he wanted most was to fuck his aunt. It was also the possibility
that he feared most. He had no idea how to go about fucking a woman. He
knew you stuck your prick into a girls cunt but his knowledge stopped
there. He had another fear. He shot off real quick when his aunt as
much as touched his prick. He might come too quick. As young as he was
he realized some things about sexual etiquette.
He was afraid he wouldn't last long enough to make his aunt feel good.
Shooting off too soon would be the ultimate embarrassment. He was
almost ready to shoot off now just from his pants rubbing against his
hard prick while he ran home.
He arrived home and his aunt was nowhere to be seen. He took a piss and
wondered if his aunt was. His prick got hard as he milked it down and
he wondered if he should jerk off. He wanted to but if his aunt came in
the house he wanted to be ready. He left the bathroom and the door to
his aunt's bedroom was open.
"Aunt Mable, is that you?"
"Yes, Art, and I'm waiting for you in here."
Art went to the door of her bedroom and Aunt Mable was lying on the
bed. He stopped at the door and gaped at her. She was wearing a black
garter belt and black stockings and that was all. Wow! His aunt looked
even sexier than he remembered her looking with no clothes on at all.
The way she lay there with her knees up and spread, he could even see a
little pink between her hairy cunt lips.
Maybe his aunt would let him see her cunt up close. By this time the
crotch of his jockey shorts were damp from the pre cum seeping out of
his pisshole. He slowly walked into the bedroom.
His Aunt Mable got up from the bed and held her arms out to him. He
moved over to the bed in a dazed sort of way. She pulled him to her
kissed him the way she always did only this time his prick was hard
even before she started the kiss. His aunt held him and gave him one of
those French kisses. She rubbed her body against his so that he felt
her hard nipples rub against his chest and her cunt rub against his
prick.
Aunt Mable stroked his prick. Would she make him shoot off in his pants
again. To his relief she stopped after two strokes. His hips quivered
and the cum rose in his balls. He couldn't take any more.
"My, it sure is ready, isn't it? Shall we put it to use? I've been
waiting a long time you know."
Art blushed and stammered. "Uh, - well, - uh, - I guess so but I don't
know what to do. I've never done anything before."
His Aunt Mable cocked her head and grinned at him. "You've never jerked
off? I don't believe that."
Art blushed even redder. How could his aunt talk so matter of factly
about jerking off. He didn't know how he could talk to his aunt about
such a private thing as jerking off. He only talked to his best friends
about that and then he never admitted that he did it. Only his very
best friend Jerry knew for sure that he did jerk off and that was
because they did it together sometimes. His Aunt Mable just looked at
him, waiting for an answer.
Art blushed beet red and stammered, "Uh, - yeah, I guess I have done
that."
Once Art said it, it wasn't that difficult. With a little more
confidence he went on to explain, "I meant that I've never done
anything with a girl before. I've never even seen a girl down there. I
just don't know what to do or how to do it with a girl."
His Aunt Mable tousled his hair just like she'd done that time when he
had no clothes on and she kissed and hugged him again. He was glad she
kept her hips away from his prick. If her body had touched his he would
have shot off.
"Well, that's easy to cure. I have a cunt and if you want to find out
what it's like, you can examine it to your hearts content. Get
undressed and we'll see if we can remedy your other problems too. Don't
worry so much, I'm sure you'll know what to do when the time comes to
do it. Let your instincts take over and do what ever you feel like
doing."
Art was still apprehensive. He was getting into something he knew
nothing about and, like all twelve year olds, he was conservative about
something new. This was something he'd never done before but he'd
dreamed about it for a long time. No matter how scared he was he wanted
to find out what his Aunt Mable intended to do with him.
She rubbed her fingers up and down the hard shaft of his prick. His
hips jerked and she took her hand away, pulled his zipper down, and
reached inside his pants. Her fingers on his bare prick almost set him
off again. He pulled away again. He wanted her to touch his prick but
he didn't want to shoot off so soon.
"Poor kid. I'll bet you have a hair trigger. You're afraid of coming
right away. Take off your pants and we'll take care of that hair
trigger. Once you come the first time you can enjoy things more."
Art's aunt unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and jockey shorts
down over his hips. Even this action almost made him shoot off. His
prick jumped up and pointed to his navel. With some urging from his
aunt he stepped out of his pants and she had him stand in front of her
as she sat down on the bed.
She rubbed a drop of pre cum into the head of his prick. She ran her
fingers around the prick head and tickled the sensitive spot under his
piss hole. Wow! He sure couldn't take much of this. She wrapped her
fingers around his cock and gave it three gentle strokes. His hips
jerked; spurt, spurt, spurt; jets of cum shot from his prick on to his
aunt's tits and belly; dribble, dribble, dribble; she pumped the rest
of his load out of his balls. His aunt rubbed his cum into his limp
prick. Aunt Mable jerked him off and this time it had been his bare
prick that she'd pulled on! Wow again!
Art couldn't count the times he'd jerked off but none of them ever felt
as good as this did. Even his wet dreams weren't this good. Aunt Mable
cocked her head and grinned again. Art was half afraid but he wanted to
find out what his aunt had in mind.
"That's the first problem taken care of. Never having seen a cunt up
close is just as easy. Mine's available. Once you look at it and feel
it I bet your prick will be hard again in a matter of minutes."
Art was a little shocked at the language his aunt used as well as what
she suggested. It was one of the things that he dreamed about doing. He
nodded his head yes. Aunt Mable lay down on the bed and pulled him down
beside her. Her nipples were hard and crinkly. Her cunt hair wasn't
blond. It was the color of the hair on his mother's head. He realized
that his Aunt Mable dyed her hair.
He could just barely see the crack running down between her legs. This
was her cunt. Wow! One of the questions he had been asking was answered
in the affirmative. His aunt would let him see and feel her cunt.
His aunt Mable guided him along, "Take off the rest of your clothes
then move down between my legs and explore all you want. I like someone
feeling me and looking at my cunt. Having you do it will be a special
treat for me. I've been dreaming about this since that first visit with
you eight years ago."
His aunt lay down on the bed, lifted her knees slightly, and spread her
legs. Now that crack between his Aunt Mable's legs opened up somewhat.
Art's prick was getting hard already. Art stripped the rest of his
clothes off and got on his knees between her legs.
He could see a pink slit at the bottom of the just open outer cunt lips
and a bump positioned just at the top of it. They must be what the book
called her vagina and clitoris. The slit had drops of liquid along it.
His aunt had been right about one thing. His prick was at full
attention again. He looked up at his aunt with his eyebrows raised
waiting for instructions.
She did the head cock and grin bit again, "Go ahead, explore. A cunt
doesn't have teeth, it won't bite."
Art fingered the inside of the outer lips. He spread the lips of her
cunt apart. It was like the diagram with the inner lips and the
clitoris. He ran his fingers along the inner lips and over the bump It
was slick and moist in there just like he remembered.
He wondered what it felt like inside that smaller slit. When touched
the inner lips his finger slid right inside. Wow! Did it feel good!
That was where he pushed his whole hand when he was four years old.
There was lots of room, he pushed in another finger and his aunt's hips
came up off the bed. He couldn't get his whole hand in now but three
fingers did fit. He pumped them in and out like he did before.
"Oooo, That feels good, Art. Push your fingers in and out. Do you
remember doing that when I visited with you before? That's the same
thing as when you jerk off only on a woman it's called finger fucking.
After you do that for a while rub that thing at the top. That's my
clitoris but it's usually called a clit. It's just about as sensitive
as the head of your prick. You can make me come just by rubbing that.
You did when you were four and eight years old anyway."
Art followed his aunt's instructions. He did remember doing it. It was
a very vivid memory. He closed his eyes and memorized the feel for when
he jerked off in bed at night. He was fascinated now that he knew what
he was doing. He pumped his fingers into his aunt's cunt and her hips
came off the bed to meet the thrust of his fingers just the way his
hips came up to pump his prick through his fist when he jerked off in
bed.
He'd heard about a girl's clit and the book his father had given him
said it was real sensitive. His aunt said he could make her come by
playing with it. He pulled his fingers out of his aunt's cunt and used
his well lubricated fingers to rub on her clit. This made his aunt jump
even more. He pushed the fingers of one hand into her cunt and pumped
the fingers in and out while he rubbed her clit with the other hand.
Art had been watching the action of his fingers in his aunt's cunt. Now
Aunt Mable moaned and Art looked up at her face. Her mouth was hanging
open and she had a sort of a funny look. Her head tossed from side to
side and Art felt her cunt contract around his fingers.
She must feel the same way he felt when he shot his cum only nothing
was coming out of her cunt. It was awfully wet and slick though. He
kept right on pumping and rubbing until his aunt reached down and
pushed his fingers away. Nothing had come out of his aunt's cunt, women
didn't shoot off the same way boys did!
Art sat back on his heels. He had made his aunt come. He liked making
his aunt act like that. It meant that he'd done things the right way.
His fingers were all wet with the moisture from her cunt. He wondered
if it smelled like his cum. He smelled his fingers.
It didn't smell like cum but it smelled good. He cautiously touched the
tip of his tongue to his finger. It tasted good too. He'd heard the
boys talk about lapping cunt but he hadn't believed that anyone ever
did it. It sounded awful nasty. He'd also heard about a boy having his
cock sucked. If he lapped his aunt's cunt would she suck his cock? Even
if it was nasty he would do it if his aunt would suck his cock.
He looked up, his aunt was watching him. She cocked her head and
grinned. She was reading his mind. "Go ahead, try it. You might like
it. Most men do. I told you that you'd know what to do. Just let your
instincts take over and do what you want to do."
That decided Art. He was being compared to a man and didn't want to
prove he was still a boy. Slowly he moved his face toward his aunt's
cunt and stuck his tongue all the way out. He barely touched the pink
inner lips and his aunt shivered.
He pushed his tongue between the inner lips of her cunt. His aunt's
hips came up off the bed. He was making his aunt feel good. He wanted
to make his aunt feel real good so he pushed his tongue as far into his
aunt's cunt as he could and wiggled it as he'd done with his fingers.
Aunt Mable arched her hips off the bed and rubbed her cunt against his
face. She put her hands on the back of his head and held his face in
her cunt. What would happen if he sucked on her clit He tried and his
aunt moaned. He kept on sucking and rubbed her clit with his tongue.
Wow! His aunt really reacted to that.
"Ohhh! You're making me come. Ahhh! Lap my cunt. Suck my clit. Oooo!
Where did you ever learn to suck on a clit like that? You're an expert
already. Nobody has to teach you a thing."
He couldn't watch his aunt's face now, he was much too busy, but he
could hear his aunt moan and feel the bed move as she tossed her head
from side to side. He was glad his aunt thought he was doing a good
job. The more he licked the wetter his aunt's cunt got. He tried to
lick up as much of the moisture as he could.
He liked the taste and the smell. He licked between her inner cunt lips
and Aunt Mable's hips arched off the bed. He must be making her feel
real good. Art pushed his tongue in and out several times then went
back to sucking his aunt's clit until she pushed his head away.
Again Art sat back on his heels. He wore the shit eating grin of any
male that knows he has done a good job on a female. He was full of
macho pride. He gently pulled on his own hard prick as his aunt came
down off her high.
Aunt Mable knew that any male liked to be told how good he was. "Art,
you're a good cunt lapper. You see, I told you you'd know what to do.
Nobody had to tell you to suck on my clit, you just did it. That lap
job deserves a reward. Lie down on the bed now and let me do something
for you."
Art didn't know what his aunt was going to do but he was ready for
anything. He needed something because his balls were beginning to ache.
He got on his back and his aunt got between his legs. His aunt rubbed a
drop of pre cum into the head of his prick. She put her fingers on the
bottom of his prick and pulled toward herself. Another drop of cum
formed on the tip and Aunt Mable licked it off! Wow! Was his aunt going
to give him blow job? He'd hoped she might but hadn't really expected
it.
Aunt Mable licked at the head of his prick then licked all around the
head. He'd never felt anything this good before. She sucked the loose
skin under his piss hole into her mouth and gently nibbled. Aunt Mable
didn't seem to be in a hurry, she would stop and look at him and grin
after doing each of these things.
She licked the underside of his prick where it was most sensitive, then
sucked on his balls. His hips arched up off the bed. Wasn't his aunt
ever going to take his prick in her mouth? Was she playing with him?
Art wanted his Aunt Mable to suck his cock. It seemed that she wasn't
going to get around to it until it was too late.
Aunt Mable licked the new drops of cum off the head of his prick. She
made a oval with her lips and lowered them over the head of his cock.
Wow! He could feel her tongue massaging the head of his prick. Art was
wide eyed, his aunt's cheeks went hollow and she sucked his whole cock
into her mouth.
He was getting a blow job! His aunt was a cocksucker and she was
sucking on his cock. Wow again! He couldn't believe this was happening.
His aunt raised and lowered her head. As she lowered her head his hips
came up off the bed and he pushed his prick as far into his aunt's
mouth as he could get it. He was going to shoot his cum pretty soon. He
wasn't going to last much longer. He was going to shoot his cum into
his aunt's mouth. His Aunt Mable might not like that. He tried to pull
his prick out of his aunt's mouth.
"Oh, Aunt Mable, stop. My stuff is going to shoot out of my thing. I'm
going to shoot my stuff in your mouth. You don't want me to shoot my
stuff in your mouth! Let me go. Please! I'm going to shoot off."
Aunt Mable held his hips and bobbed her head up and down on his prick.
He couldn't help himself, he kept pushing his prick farther into his
aunt's mouth each time she lowered her head. He couldn't have made
himself pull his prick out of his aunt's sucking mouth. Only three more
thrusts and the cum was rising in his balls.
"Ahhh! I'm shooting off! I'm shooting my stuff in your mouth. Ohhh!
Aunt Mable, it feels so good! Oooo!"
Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; his hips jerked and his
load of young boy cum squirted into his aunt's mouth. She swallowed it.
He couldn't believe his eyes. The boys at school were right. Some girls
did suck your cum out of your prick and drink it. He thought he had
never seen anything so sexy in his life.
His Aunt Mable nursed on his prick until he lost his hard on and his
hips fell back to the bed. He loved the feel of her tongue on his soft
prick. He wished she would keep it up for ever. His limp prick slid out
of her mouth and she licked around his prick and balls to pick up any
stray drops of cum.
She moved up to hug and kiss Art. She pushed her tongue into his mouth
and he pushed right back. He tasted something funny in her mouth. He
was tasting his own cum! He almost gagged before he realized that he
didn't mind it. He found he liked the taste of his cum and was sorry he
hadn't tried it sooner.
Aunt Mable moved away and grinned at him again. "Art, If you're going
to do grown up things, you have to learn to use grown up words. I'm
sure you know them and you use them with the boys at school. I sucked
your cock. Your prick shot cum into my mouth. What's more, you lapped
my cunt and you're a real good cunt lapper. Now say those things that
way."
Art blushed a deep scarlet. How could he use those words in front of
his aunt. He only whispered them when he used them with the boys. His
aunt was looking at him expectantly.
He took a deep breath. "I liked the way you sucked my prick and I liked
shooting cum in your mouth and the way you swallowed it. I think you're
the best cocksucker that ever was. I liked lapping your cunt too. I
hope I'm a good cunt lapper. I want to make you feel as good as you
made me feel. There, is that the right way to say it?"
When he started he was barely whispering. His voice gathered strength
as he went along. After he'd used all those words it felt good and he
looked at his aunt and grinned.
Aunt Mable grinned right back at him. "That sure is the right way, and
not only are you are a good cunt lapper you rank with the best. You
knew exactly what to do and how to do it and I don't think anybody
could have done a better job. I'm glad you think I'm a good cocksucker
and I'm glad you liked the blow job I gave you. Now it's almost time
for your parents to come home and we better get dressed. Tomorrow we'll
find out what else you know how to do with that hard young prick of
yours. You'll be surprised to find out how much you do know."
Art looked at the clock and scrambled into his clothes. The two of them
were in the family room when Jane and Milton came home.
Chapter - 4
Art took one look at his parents and wished he could sink through the
floor. What if they found out his aunt had sucked his cock and he had
lapped her cunt. He wondered if they could look at him and tell
something important had happened to him. He sure didn't feel the same
as he had before he'd lapped his aunt's cunt and had his cock sucked.
It must show somehow and he knew his parents would be able to see it.
Art's was sure what he had done with his aunt was naughty and that his
parents wouldn't approve. How could they not know what he was doing
with his Aunt Mable? It seemed to him that they realized something had
happened. They looked at him real close and they grinned a lot, but
they didn't say anything. He blushed beet red and was glad that
neither his mother nor his father seemed to notice anything different
about him.
If they asked any direct question he would have to lie and his mother
always seemed to know any time he was into some mischief or had done
anything wrong, but she didn't seem to have an inkling that he'd done
anything wrong that afternoon.
The normal ritual at dinner was for his parents to start out by asking
what had gone on at school. After Art went through his school day,
class by class, they would quiz him, in less detail, about what he had
done during the afternoon.
What if his mother asked some questions about this afternoon? Art's
mother always knew when he tried to lie to her and all through dinner
that night he waited for his mother or father would ask him what he had
been doing that afternoon.
They did look at him sort of funny a couple of times, but they were
just as thorough in examining him about how his day in school had gone.
To his surprise and relief they skipped the questions about this day's
after school activities.
They made one reference to the afternoon. They said that they hoped he
had spent some time with his aunt and kept her entertained this
afternoon since they had both had to be at work. Even then they didn't
notice when he blushed beet red and stammered. In addition his aunt was
giving him another very hard problem.
His Aunt Mable was sitting next to him, as she had the night before,
and every now and then she would reach into his lap and lightly run her
fingers up and down the length of his prick. The problem stayed hard
all through dinner. Art couldn't understand how his father or mother
didn't notice this activity. Every time Aunt Mable stroked his prick
his body jerked. His mother usually very observant about what he was
doing, how come she didn't see what was going on.
It felt good and he wanted his Aunt Mable to keep on rubbing his prick
but he was afraid she might do just that and he would come in his
pants. Art had mixed feelings when dinner was over. His aunt couldn't
stroke his prick without his parents seeing it. He was glad he hadn't
come in his pants but he was sorry to have her stop playing with his
prick.
He went to the bathroom immediately after dinner, and jerked off so
didn't have a hard on when he went to watch TV with them in the family
room. In spite of the things that he had done with his aunt for two
hours that afternoon, it seemed that he was jerking off even more than
he had been before. While they were in the family room watching TV Aunt
Mable found a different way to tease him. It was one of Art's favorite
shows but he didn't get to watch the screen much. He glanced at his
aunt sitting opposite him and found she was putting on a show
especially for him. The first time he glanced at her he lost all
interest in the program on the TV screen.
Her dress was up and her legs spread. She wasn't wearing panties. Even
in the dim light of the family room he could see her bush of hair and
the slit between her legs. Art was going out of his mind. The jerk
off after dinner didn't help very much, within seconds he had a new
hard on.
His Aunt Mable grinned, put her hand under her dress, and spread the
lips of her cunt. She cocked her head, grinned again, licked her lips,
and finger fucked herself. She watched him as she pushed her finger
between the inner lips of her cunt and massaged her clit.
Art wished he were older, eighteen maybe. Then he could make an excuse
to take his aunt for a drive and they could do things in the car. It
would be a little uncomfortable but he was sure he could get to lap his
aunt's cunt. He was also sure that his aunt could get to suck him off.
Art wasn't sure which he wanted more, to have his cock sucked or to lap
his aunt's cunt. It seemed to him that both were equally enjoyable.
Art went to bed at nine o'clock as usual. His prick was hard and
throbbing. He didn't want to jerk off, he wanted to save his cum for
his aunt. He was sure that they would do more things the next day.
Maybe she would let him fuck her. He thought about this for a few
moments and wondered about the mechanics of it.
He knew that the man was supposed to lay on top of the woman and put
his prick in her cunt. Then he pumped his hips up and down to slide his
prick in and out of the woman's cunt. He didn't think that was enough
but he didn't know what else he should do.
Well, he hadn't done to bad so far. His aunt thought he was a good cunt
lapper. He had made her feel real good two times and was proud of that.
He thought of how she moaned and tossed her head from side to side when
he was making her feel good.
A lot had happened that day!
His Aunt jerked him off!
He'd seen and felt Aunt Mable's cunt!
He'd finger fucked Aunt Mable's cunt!
All that had happened before, each time he'd visited with his aunt.
Only now he could appreciate it more. When he was four and eight he
didn't know how much he was missing.
He had some new very exciting experiences too!
He'd had his cock sucked!
Wow! That had been awesome!
He hadn't really believed women did that before. No jerk off job had
ever felt that good!
Just as exciting, he'd lapped a woman's cunt!
Double Wow! That had been awesome too! He hadn't known how much fun it
was to make some one else feel good!
He was surprised he liked lapping cunt. When he heard the boys at
school talk about that he thought it would be awfully yucky. He never
thought he'd ever do anything that nasty. Instead it had been neat. It
was a lot of fun making his Aunt Mable come that way. The taste and
smell of his aunt's cunt juices got him real excited and made his prick
stand right up. It didn't taste like piss at all. He had been afraid a
woman's cunt would taste the way piss smelled.
Even the taste his cum in Aunt Mable's mouth had been exciting. His
prick was hard and drops of pre cum were oozing out of his pisshole. He
scooped them up on his forefinger and cautiously tasted them. He rubbed
them with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. They did taste
good.
He had often smelled his cum when he jerked off and wanted to see what
it tasted like. Sometimes he'd even started to touch the grayish-white
viscose fluid with his tongue, but always stopped at the last second.
He couldn't make himself taste his cum even though he really wanted to
try it. Now he was sorry that he hadn't tried it before. The next time
he jerked off he would have to try the taste of a full load of cum.
Art didn't want to jerk off just then but, as he lay there thinking
about the day's events, he couldn't help himself. He knew that he'd
never fall asleep unless he jerked off first. He closed his eyes and
remembered what it looked like when his aunt was swallowing his cum. He
jerked off, caught his cum in his hand, and moved it up toward his
mouth. He hesitated again, eating his own cum still seemed nasty.
He sniffed, it smelled just the way it tasted when he sucked it from
his aunt's mouth. He touched the grayish white viscose fluid with the
tip of his tongue, it wasn't all that bad. He slurped the load into his
mouth and it really wasn't yucky. It didn't tasty the way a cunt did
but it was like lapping cunt, once you tried it you sort of liked it.
He fell asleep reviewing the day's events.
Art woke up having a wet dream only he had a lot more experience now
and this wet dream was better than any dream he'd ever had before. This
time instead of jerking him off his aunt leaned over the foot of his
bed and licked the head of his prick. She licked it all over then she
sucked his prick into her mouth.
He arched his hips up off the bed. This wasn't a dream, his aunt was
sucking his cock! She had pulled the covers down, taken his prick out
of his pajama's and had it in her mouth. Her head bobbed and her tongue
massaged the sensitive underside of his prick.
He felt his cock surrounded by her warm wet mouth then it would feel
cool as she lifted her head and the air hit his moist skin. Each time
her head came down he lifted his hips and pushed his prick farther up
into her mouth. His aunt was ready to give him another surprise
sensation. When he pushed his prick all the way into her mouth, his
aunt swallowed around its head. Wow! He couldn't take very much of
that. He was glad he had jerked off earlier. Now the sensation was
lasting a lot longer than it had this afternoon.
She pulled her head up and rubbed her tongue along the underside of his
prick. Each time his prick was fully buried in her mouth Aunt Mable
would swallow and each time she pulled her head up she massaged the
sensitive underside with her tongue.
Art wanted this to last for ever but his adolescent body wasn't built
to hold out for too long. His hips arched off the bed and; spurt,
spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; his cum spurted out of his
throbbing prick and filled his aunt's mouth. He was panting when he
raised his head to watch his aunt swallow his cum.
Aunt Mable sure did like to drink cum. His aunt kept sucking and gently
massaged his prick with her tongue until it was limp and his hips
relaxed back down on to the bed. Then Aunt Mable moved up to give him a
kiss. She had saved some of his cum and let him suck it out of her
mouth.
Art found it was much more exciting to suck your cum out of your aunt's
mouth than it was to lick it off your own hand! Aunt Mable didn't say a
word but grinned at him hugged and kissed him some more. She kissed and
hugged him for about five minutes she got up and went out of the
bedroom.
Art was disappointed when she left. He wanted to do something for her.
He wanted to lap her cunt or finger fuck her but she hadn't given him
the chance.
His Aunt Mable must enjoyed making him feel good as much as he enjoyed
making her feel good. Why else would she come in, give him a blow job,
kiss him, then walk out without his having done a thing for her?
Art woke up when the usual noises came from his parents' bedroom. He
had always imagined his father fucking his mother, now he knew more
about what two people could do. He listened to see if he could tell
what his mother and father were doing. He could just make out the
murmur of voices and could barely make out what was being said. He
listened real hard and finally made some sense out of the words he was
hearing.
"Suck my clit, Milt. Suck my clit!"
The words now had meaning to Art. His father was lapping his mother's
cunt! His mother liked to have her clit sucked just as much as Aunt
Mable did. Was his father going to make his mother come that way? He
guessed he would, it was fun making a woman come by lapping their cunt.
Would his mother suck his father's cock when he was finished lapping
her cunt? He heard his mother moan just like his aunt had done before
she pushed his head away and guessed that his father was bringing her
off. What would happen now.
He wasn't kept in suspense very long, "Oh, Milt, you do that so good. I
love the way you lap cunt. Now it's your turn, let me suck your cock."
Art heard a slurping sound and he knew that his mother had sucked his
father's prick into her mouth. In spite of the blow job his aunt had
given him just a little while before his prick was hard again. He got
back in bed and jerked off one more time. It was one of the smallest
loads of cum he'd ever shot off. He brought it to his mouth and slurped
it down and grinned at how daring he was being.
By this time he was exhausted, he'd had a very busy day and night. He
fell asleep and his mother had a hard time waking him up the next
morning.
Chapter - 5
Art spent another interminable day in school and ran home without
waiting for Sally again. He hadn't jerked off all day and his prick was
sticking out like an iron rod. Art couldn't see his aunt and guessed
she was waiting in her bedroom, just as she had the day before. Art
shed his clothes on the way up the stairs.
His aunt got up and met him at the bedroom door, hugged him, kissed
him, and rubbed his tongue with hers. His prick was throbbing and he
almost came again when his aunt rubbed her crotch against it as she
kissed him. He had to pull away from her to keep from shooting off
right away.
Aunt Mable looked at his prick. It pointed to the ceiling, throbbed
with his pulse, and a crystal clear drop of pre-cum was oozing out of
his urethra. She bent over and licked the drop of cum from his
pisshole and ran her tongue around the head of his prick. Again art had
to hold back to keep from coming. His Aunt Mable cocked her head and
grinned.
"Well, a hair trigger again I see. If I touch that prick of yours the
cum will spurt right out. We wouldn't want to waste all that good young
boy cum, would we? I like the taste too much to do that. Come on over
here, Art, let's see if we can pull that trigger."
Aunt Mable sat on the bed and Art stood in front of her with his prick
pointed at the ceiling. Aunt Mable leaned forward, licked a drop of cum
off the head of Art's cock and wrapped her arms around his hips. Art
watched, fascinated, as she slowly sucked his prick into her mouth.
Wow! Another blow job.
One head bob and spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; she
sucked out the load of cum that he had built up thinking about what his
aunt was going to do with him when he got home. His aunt kept up her
gentle sucking until his hips relaxed and his prick was as limp as a
wet noodle. His Aunt Mable, pulled him down, kissed him and let him
suck some of his cum out of her mouth. Aunt Mable always saved some cum
and Art liked it. There was a certain thrill because it did seem so
yucky. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and licked some more of his
cum from her gums and teeth. He couldn't get enough of it.
His prick was limp. He hadn't done anything for his Aunt Mable yet.
She'd sucked him off three times since he'd lapping her cunt. He was a
little contrite. He didn't think he was being fair to her. He felt he
should at least have lapped her cunt before she sucked his cock. After
all it was his turn to make her feel good. He liked to make his aunt
come. It made him feel good when he did. He liked it just as much as
shooting off himself.
"Aw, that's the third time in a row that you sucked my cock and I still
haven't done anything to make you feel good. Now I've lost my hard on
again and it won't be good for anything for a while." His expression
brightened, "I know, I'll lap your cunt, Aunt Mable, that will make you
feel good and I bet it'll get my prick hard again too. It sure didn't
take long for my prick to get hard when I lapped your cunt yesterday.
Even though you'd just jerked me off I had another hard on as soon as I
got my tongue inside your cunt."
His aunt didn't seem bothered by the fact that he hadn't done anything
to make her feel good recently. "Oh, Art, someone your age just can't
take their time with the first come, particularly if you haven't jerked
off for a while. You have a built in hair trigger. If I didn't suck
that first load out of your prick you'd shoot off as soon as your prick
touched me. That would be a waste of sweet young boy cum. It's better
to get that first load out of the way in a hurry and I enjoy the way
your body twitches and the taste. Besides that you're right about
lapping cunt, you always get hard again in short order then you can
take your time and enjoy yourself. When you get older you won't come so
fast, but then you won't recover and get a new hard on so fast either.
"Now put your educated tongue to work. That'll regenerate your hard
prick. See how good a job you can do lapping my cunt. If you do as good
a job as you did yesterday, and I expect you will, I'll have more than
one orgasm." Mable paused and grinned at him, "You know, you haven't
sucked on my tits since you were eight years old. You seemed to like it
then. How about starting with that. I like to have my tits sucked and
I'll bet you have even more fun doing it now."
Art watched his aunt lay back on the bed. The nipples on her tits did
look very tempting and his aunt was right he did want to try sucking
tit again. The boys said it was fun and he remembered having fun doing
it, but he couldn't figure out why.
He stopped to kiss his aunt and rub tongues with her first. Then he
moved down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked and felt
it harden up something like his prick did. His aunt wiggled so
evidently she liked what he was doing.
Without thinking he reached down and inserted three fingers into his
aunt's cunt, that's what he'd done when he'd done four years before. He
liked the slick feel of his aunt's cunt as he pushed his fingers in and
out. He sucked on the nipple and felt his aunt's cunt twitch around his
fingers. He sucked harder and rubbed her clit with his thumb. His aunt
wiggled some more and he moved over to her other tit. He sucked till
that one was as hard as the first one had gotten.
Art's prick started to harden. He changed his point of attack. He'd
liked lapping cunt yesterday, he was going to do that right now. His
aunt had said she wanted him to put his tongue to work and he sure
wanted to lap her cunt again. Art only had the one experience the day
before, but he had good instincts. Instead of moving his head right
down to Mable's cunt he licked his way down.
His Aunt Mable moaned and pushed her hips up in the air. She must like
this. Art pushed his tongue into her navel and made his Aunt Mable
almost jump off the bed. Wow! That really got to his aunt. He probed
her navel once more and licked on down over her cunt hair then he
licked at the inside of his aunt's thighs. Aunt Mable wiggled and
lifted her hips again. He must be doing things right. He licked all
around her crotch until he got back to the lips of his aunt's cunt.
He licked along the outer lips then pushed his tongue between them. His
aunt sure was wet in there. He licked up the excess liquid. He pushed
his tongue into his aunt's vulva and she lifted her hips and rubbed her
cunt along his face. Art sucked his aunt's clit then went back to
tongue fucking her vulva.
Aunt Mable's body bounced all over the bed, and she raised her head,
looked at Art, and panted, "Oh, Art, I love you! You're the best little
muff diver ever. I love the way you lap cunt. I can't believe how good
a job you do. Suck my clit one more time. I'm coming! Ahhh! Ohhh!"
Art sucked her clit, made another quick foray into her inner cunt lips,
and sucked clit again. Mable's hips came all the way off the bed and he
made her moan and toss her head like he'd done the day before. His
aunt's cunt contracted around Art's tongue several times before she
pushed his head away.
She held Art's head and looked her nephew in the eye. "If I didn't know
better I'd think you've been doing that for years. You're the best
little cunt lapper that I've ever run across. I love the way you bring
me off four or five times."
Art sat back on his heels and that shit eating grin spread across his
face. He liked having his aunt tell him how good he was. He hoped she
wasn't telling him that just to make him feel good. He knew she enjoyed
the way he'd lapped cunt from the way her hips bounced around and she
moaned while he was doing it, so he guessed she really meant it.
Art felt he had to be honest. "I like lapping your cunt as much as I
like having you suck my cock. It makes me feel good when I can make you
feel good. Did I really make you come four or five times?"
Art looked at his aunt and absentmindedly pulled his hand up along his
prick. He milked a couple drops of pre cum out of his urethra. His
Aunt Mable watched this action and grinned again.
"You sure did bring me off that many times and I see that it gave you
another hard on. Now what do you suppose we can do with that nice hard
prick you have there. Come here and let me lick those drops of cum off
it then we'll decide."
Art was willing. He crawled over her body and sucked each tit as he
went past. He knelt with his knees on each side of her head and offered
her his prick. He expected another blow job, but she just licked up the
drops of cum then did her head cock and grin bit. That signaled she
would do or say something outrageous. He wondered what she would do
now. He wanted to fuck her but he didn't know how to go about it.
He didn't have long to wait to find out what Aunt Mable's intentions.
"You know, I'll bet your prick will fit into my cunt. Why don't you lie
on your back and I'll see how well it fits. I think you're ready for
your first fuck. I know my cunt's ready for that hard prick of yours."
Wow! Was he ready but he was a little puzzled too. He thought the man
got on top, but he couldn't see why it couldn't work the other way too.
If Aunt Mable got on top, he wouldn't have to worry whether he was
doing things right. She would be fucking him, he wouldn't be fucking
her. Nothing Aunt Mable had done so far was anything but the best. He
was willing to follow her directions no matter what they were.
Art lay down and his aunt crawled over him. She straddled his hips,
took hold of his prick, and rubbed it up and down her cunt lips a
couple of times. Art's eyes were popping out of his head as he watched
what his aunt was doing.
She slowly lowered her hips and her cunt slid down his prick until it
was fully engulfed. Wow! He couldn't believe it was finally happening
he was fucking a woman. He always thought he would be real old before
got his first fuck and became 'not a virgin'. Maybe fifteen or sixteen
years old.
Aunt Mable raised her hips and Art saw his prick emerge until only the
head was buried. It glistened with the moisture from his aunt's cunt
and he thought it was even sexier than watching his aunt drink his cum.
As his aunt lowered her hips again, he brought his hips up to meet her
descending cunt. The warm, moist sheath engulfed his rigid shaft. This
didn't feel like having your cock sucked but it felt just as good.
The mild friction of his prick riding in an out of his aunt's slick
sheath was like nothing that he'd ever felt before. His aunt lifted
again and he drew back. His prick came into view again and he pushed up
while his aunt's cunt moved down.
Aunt Mable leaned forward, her tit was in front of his face. As his
aunt had predicted his instincts took over and, without thinking, he
slurped the nipple into his mouth and sucked. His Aunt Mable's cunt
contracted around his prick and she wiggled. Evidently he was doing the
right thing again. He sucked till the nipple on that tit was hard and
moved to the other tit. He sucked this one until it was as hard as the
other. His aunt pulled the tit out of his mouth and kissed him,
replacing her tit with her tongue.
Art tongue dueled with his aunt and the tempo picked up. Aunt Mable's
hips flashed up and down and she moaned. Art was glad his aunt had
sucked the first load of cum out of his prick. He was lasting a lot
longer than he ever thought he could. His hips bounced off the bed in
time to his aunt's downward thrusts. Their crotches slapped together.
Art felt the cum rise in his balls. He grunted and Aunt Mable moaned.
He was going to shoot his load of cum into his aunt's cunt. He hoped
Aunt Mable was ready to come too. "Oh, Aunt Mable, I'm going to shoot
off. Come with me. Come! I'm going to shoot my cum into your cunt right
now! Ahhh! Ohhh!"
His aunt's cunt spasmed around his prick and that was the last straw.
He knew his aunt was coming, he didn't have to hold off anymore, and he
relaxed. He sucked her tongue and spurt, spurt, spurt; he flooded her
cunt with jet after jet of his young boy cum; then dribble, dribble,
dribble; her cunt milked the rest of his cum out of his balls. His aunt
rode his cock until it was completely spent and soft. His limp prick
slid out of her cunt and his body relaxed.
Aunt Mable switched her body around, slurped his limp cock into her
mouth, and sucked on it. Her cunt was right in front of his face. It
looked real sloppy with drops of liquid leaking out. It didn't look
very appetizing but, he knew he liked the taste of his cum when he
sucked it from her mouth and it had been pretty damn good when he'd
finally slurped a load out of his hand after he jerked off last night.
This was a chance to find out what a load of cum tasted like when it
came from his aunt's cunt.
He stuck his tongue into his aunt's cunt and tried to lap it dry. His
cum tasted even better when he slurped it out of his Aunt Mable's cunt,
but he couldn't lick his aunt's cunt dry. As much as he licked and
slurped his aunt's cunt always oozed a little more of that juice.
Some of their mutual juices had leaked down over Art's balls. Aunt
Mable followed the trail. She licked the drippings off of his balls and
continued on down to his ass crack. Wow! How could his aunt put her
mouth there? She continued licking along his ass crack and ran her
tongue right over his asshole. Oh, Wow again! His prick came right to
attention. That was a blast but how could his aunt do it? If she could
stick her tongue up his ass hole and it felt so good to him, he would
stick his tongue up her ass even if it made him gag.
His tongue left the safe haven of her cunt and very tentatively licked
below. He was licking her ass crack and that wasn't bad at all. It was
a little salty, the same thing as licking her thighs, and he'd done
that before. He ran his tongue up and down the lower end of his aunt's
perineum till he got the nerve to go further.
If he didn't do it now he never would get up the nerve. He wrinkled his
nose, closed his eyes and touched his tongue to her asshole. Nothing
horrible there. His aunt pushed her tongue in and out of his asshole.
Each time she did it his prick throbbed.
He wasn't going to let his aunt do anything to him that he wouldn't do
to her. He hardened his tongue and pushed. His aunt jumped. She liked
it when he did that to her. He sure was learning new things today.
Aunt Mable licked her way back to his now hard prick. Following her
lead, he licked his way back to her cunt. She stopped on her way to
suck on his balls and he liked the feel of that too. He sucked on her
clit and she licked around the head of his prick and along the
sensitive underside. This must be what the boys at school called a
sixty nine. It was as much fun as everything else.
His aunt sucked the head of his cock back into her mouth and bobbing
her head. He pushed his tongue into her vagina and flashed it in and
out. His aunt was rubbing her cunt all over his face and his hips were
fucking his prick in and out of her mouth as fast as he could move
them.
His Aunt Mable shuddered, her cunt contracted around his tongue as his
cum spurted into her mouth. His aunt sucked the dribbles out of his
balls. Each time he shot off it felt better than it had the time
before. His aunt collapsed on top of him and his own hips relaxed down
onto the bed.
His prick was as limp as his hips by now. Aunt Mable switched
positions again and offered him some cum from her mouth. He slurped it
out and sucked on her tongue, then offered his own tongue for sucking.
He was spent. His limp prick pressed against his aunt's belly felt
real good but he wasn't rubbing it against her.
His aunt grinned at him again. "My, you're an accomplished little
fucker. Some men never get around to the ass licking bit but you took
to it like a duck to water. How did you like your first fuck. You're no
longer even a technical virgin now."
Art took a deep breath, "Gee, Aunt Mable, did I do all right? That was
neat. I always thought it would be years before I became 'not a
virgin'. I'm glad you decided to fuck me. I like fucking. I like
everything you've taught me. Even ass licking was fun after I forced
myself to do it the first time. I love you!"
His Aunt Mable cocked her head and grinned at him, she gave him the
reassurance that all boys, and most men for that matter, need. "You
sure did do all right, and I agree with you, that it was neat. And I
love you very much too. Oh my, look at the time! Your mother will be
home very shortly."
Suddenly Art realized that tomorrow was Wednesday! There would be
problems tomorrow. He wouldn't be able to do anything with his aunt.
For the first time Art could remember he really didn't want his best
friend, Jerry, to come home with him that Wednesday.
Art felt he had to warn his aunt. "Uh, - Oh, Aunt Mable, we won't be
able to do any of these things tomorrow. My best friend, Jerry, visits
us every Wednesday. His mother has to go to the hospital for treatment
and he always eats dinner here that night then he sleeps over with me."
Aunt Mable didn't seem disturbed by this news. "No great problem Art.
Maybe we'll just miss a day, we can do these things again the next
day." She paused then cocked her head and grinned again. "Have you ever
told Jerry about the times we've visited together?"
Art was emphatic. "No way! At first I didn't know what we were doing
meant. The boys at school tell all sorts of things about what they do
and I never believe any of it. When I found out what it meant, I didn't
tell because I didn't think anyone would believe me." Now Art
hesitated, "Uh, Aunt Mable, I did tell the boys about your finger
fucking yourself in front of my door Saturday and Sunday because
I knew they wouldn't believe me. They thought I was just telling
stories and they stopped asking questions about you. I haven't told
Jerry what we're doing now either, for the same reason. He kids me
about the lies I told about you finger fucking yourself. I wouldn't
believe it if he told me something like what we're doing with each
other."
Aunt Mable laughed at him and told him that he was a very cunning liar.
The best lie was a truth that no one would believe. Then she asked some
very personal questions that had Art blushing even after the things
he'd been doing with his aunt.
"Do you know if Jerry can shoot off yet?"
"Uh, - yeah, he can."
"Oh? How do you know?"
"Well, we always take a piss right after school and we go to the
bathroom and do it together. About six months ago, about the time I
started to shoot my cum, I noticed that he had a few hairs around his
prick too and we talked about it.
He said he always jerked off right after his after school piss except
when he came here on Wednesday. I admitted that I did the same thing
and I missed doing it when he visited. We decided to do it together.
Since then we jerk off together as soon as we get home from school each
Wednesday. We always jerk off after we go to bed too. He's the only one
I've ever jerked off with and he comes even faster than I do. Gee, I
wonder if it'll feel as good to jerk off now that I've done these
things with you?"
Now Aunt Mable did the head cock and grin bit and Art was sure he was
going to be asked another embarrassing question. "Do you ever jerk each
other off?"
"Uh, - well, - we talked about jerking each other off and I think we
both want to try it and see if it feels any different, but we never
did. We don't want people to think we're queers." Art felt he wasn't
being completely honest. "But, - uh, - we do feel each other's pricks
sometimes. It feels good to have someone else hold your cock even if it
is a boy."
"Oh, Art, don't be so concerned about what other people think. If you
want to do something with someone and they don't object, just do it.
You don't have to tell anybody about it. If you want to jerk Jerry off
and he wants to jerk you off, go ahead and do it. You don't have to
tell anybody if you don't want to. If you don't tell no one will know
so it won't make a bit of difference what they think."
After giving him this advice his Aunt Mable started to dress. She
seemed satisfied with his answers and he wondered why she wanted to
know all these things.
The two of them scrambled into their clothes again so they would be
downstairs by the time Art's parents got home.
Chapter - 6
Art's mother and Aunt Mable went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Art
had to run out to the store to get some bread. His father handed him a
five dollar bill and Art walked the two blocks to the store, bought the
bread, and returned. He went around to the kitchen door and overheard a
strange conversation. His mother was asking a question when he arrived.
"Well, how is he?"
"As he would say, 'Wow'."
"Is he as scared as Herb was?"
"Not at all. He was a little cautious at the very first, but he got the
hang of things and now he's willing to try anything."
"Is he ready for me?"
"In a couple more days."
"I can hardly wait."
Jane caught sight of him and he came in the door and the conversation
stopped. He guessed they were talking about his uncle, their younger
brother. He didn't remember Uncle Herb at all. He went to South America
when Art was three years old and never returned. Art knew his mother
received letters from him and she talked to his father about him on
occasion. His uncle Herb did send him neat Christmas and birthday
presents every year and Art would like to meet him some day.
Dinner went the same as the night before but his aunt was even more
daring. She pulled his zipper down and reached inside his pants to
fondle his cock. He tried to keep eating to cover his confusion but he
dropped his fork when he shot off. He watched his aunt licked his cum
off her hand. His mother and father didn't seem to notice that anything
was going on.
Aunt Mable put on a show for him again that night in the TV room. Art
was staring at his aunts bare cunt and watching her finger fuck
herself. His own prick was hard and throbbing when he saw her shudder
and he knew that she'd had a come. He wondered if his aunt would come
to his room tonight and suck him off like she did last night. He wanted
to jerk off, but he didn't want to spoil a possible blow job later on.
* * * * * * * * * *
When he got into bed that night, Art heard his mother and father
fucking. With the sounds coming from his parents room and no sign of
Aunt Mable, Art couldn't hold off any longer. He had to jerk off before
he could fall asleep.
If Art had peeped into his parent's room he would have been shocked to
see his aunt ride his father's prick while Milton lapped his mother's
cunt. The bedsprings squeaked and the three of them grunted. Even with
his limited experience he would know they were all on the verge of
coming.
"Suck my clit, Milt. I'm coming! Ahhh!"
"Shoot me full of cum! I'm coming too! Oooo! Ohhh! Ahhh!"
"Mumble! Mumble! Mumble!"
Milt's hips arched off the bed as he deposited his load of cum in his
sister in law's cunt and Jane rubbed her cunt over her husband's face.
The action slowed and Jane licked her sister's cunt clean at the same
time that Mable was cleaning up Milt's prick balls and ass. The three
bodies finally relaxed with one of the twins on each side of Milton,
and one of his arms around each of them.
He turned his attention to Mable. "So how is my son doing, Mable? Are
his lessons going okay? I'll bet he enjoys your sex education courses
better than the ones at school. I'd like to have seen his face the
first time you sucked his cock into your mouth. I'd like to have taken
a picture of it."
"His eyes were sort of wide and his mouth hung open. I think he was in
shock but he pumped his hips until he shot a load into my mouth. You
wouldn't believe that boy. If he does as well in school as he's doing
with me he should get straight 'A's. He's lapped my cunt and even
licked my ass today. When Herb was his age it took us almost two months
to get him to lap cunt, and that was only after we threatened not to
suck him off any more."
"What in the world were you doing to him that he dropped his fork at
dinner tonight?"
"Oh, that. I had my hand inside his pants and I jerked him off. He
dropped his fork when he came. That was fun."
"You jerked him off at the table in front of his mother and father and
he only dropped his fork? At that age I probably would have crawled
under the table."
"Have you been watching him in the TV room? I give him a show every
night and have him squirming in his chair. Tonight I finger fucked
myself and I think he almost came just from watching me."
"That's what's making him so restless, don't you give that poor kid a
minutes rest. His balls must be aching by now."
"Oh, he can take it, he hasn't failed to raise a hard on yet. What's
the story about Jerry. Art said he couldn't do anything with me because
Jerry is coming tomorrow."
"Gee, Jerry is cute, just Art's age. They're best friends and spend a
lot of time together. His mother has kidney disease and she has to go
in for dialyses each Wednesday. It's customary for him to eat here and
sleep over on Wednesday. He's no trouble at all. He's a follower, and
does anything Art wants. If you think you can pull it off you might try
to get him in the act. I'm sure he'd never say a word. Hmm, Milt and I
will stay out till eight and give you a chance to rape another virgin.
I know you'll like that."
"That sounds good. I just might try it."
Jane shook her head, "Boy, sis, are you sure Art's not ready for me
yet? I sure would like to get a piece of that boy. I can't wait till
you think you can work me in. Remember the first time we seduced Herb
and how confused we had him for a while? I thought Herb would never get
over that. It did take a while until we had him calm enough to enjoy
fucking and sucking with us."
"You girls are enough to frighten any one. I'll never forget the first
time you sneaked me into your room, Jane. I was over twenty at the time
but I almost went through the roof when I felt a tongue lick at my ass
while I was fucking you. It brought me off right away. I didn't know
what was happening."
"We threw you a curve that time, didn't we. We seduced Herb when he was
twelve and we were fifteen we always shared our men after that. There
were only two before you and that was just high school stuff. Just
because I was going to marry you didn't mean that we were going to
change what we'd always done. That was really your final test. If you
couldn't take on the two of us, I don't think I would have married
you."
"I admit you're a close knit family. Before that week was over Herb was
in bed with us too. That was the first time in my life another male was
present while I had sex with a woman. I didn't like the idea at first,
but I got so I enjoyed it. There are some things that we did then that
I want to try with Art."
Mable was quiet, then looked at her sister. "You know Jane, I'll bet
you can get a piece of Art tonight. Last night I woke him up by giving
him a blow job. His room is totally dark. Why don't you go in there and
ride his prick. He'll wake up but if you don't say a word he'll think
I'm the one that's fucking him. My guess is that he'll just hump up to
meet you.
"Ummm, by now he's a confirmed muff diver too. He'll expect you to
offer him your cunt to lap when it's full of his cum. He goes for that
in a big way. Do you remember how persnickety Herb was about that? I'll
bet Art even rims you. You'd be surprised what that twelve year old kid
is willing to try. I'd like to come watch but that might queer things.
I'll stay here and be entertained by Milt."
"I'd love to watch Jane fuck Art the first time too, but I guess you're
right. With this conversation, my prick's perked up. Do you want to try
it on for size?"
Jane went to Art's bedroom. He was in his usual sleeping position, on
his back with covers thrown off. His prick stuck out of the fly of his
pajamas straight up in the air. He was starting a wet dream. Jane was
willing to make that dream real. She crawled onto the bed, squatted
over his body, and positioned his prick in her cunt. Art automatically
lifted his hips and buried his cock in his mother's cunt.
He woke up to real happening that started as a dream. Wow! His aunt was
fucking him. Last night not a word was spoken so as not to alert his
parents. He did what Mable had said he would. He flexed his hips to get
the deepest penetration.
The cunt around his prick set a steady up and down rhythm. He picked it
up and flexed his hips up to meet the cunt that moved down to engulf
his prick. A tit brushed against his face and he sucked the nipple into
his mouth. That was funny, his aunt was wearing his mother's perfume.
Well that wasn't important now he was ready to come.
He hoped his aunt was ready too. He wanted to make her feel as good as
she was making him feel. He tried to think of the day's baseball scores
so he wouldn't come too soon. Her cunt contracted around his prick and
spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; he shot a full load of
cum into the hole through which he had entered this world. His hips
jerked, his prick gradually softened, and his body relaxed on to the
bed.
Just as he anticipated, his aunt moved her body around into a sixty
nine position. She took his prick in her mouth to clean it off. He
smelled her cunt, with his load of cum in it, near his face. He wrapped
his arms around her hips, and buried his face in her cunt. He liked
this part of fucking too.
A tongue licked his balls and moved along his ass crack. He siphoned
his cum out of the cunt and licked the ass crack over his face. He felt
a tongue probe his ass and pushed his tongue up the ass in front of his
face. His prick got hard again. It always did get hard when his asshole
was licked.
Jane had forgotten how quickly young boys' pricks recover. She licked
her way toward the prick as it pulsed up to hardness, sucked his balls,
and did all the things that Art thought were so neat. She licked all
around his prick before she sucked it into her mouth. Art moved to her
cunt and sucked her clit.
Aunt Mable's clit seemed much longer that it had been that afternoon.
It was almost as long as a little boy's prick. He sucked the clit into
his mouth and massaged it with his tongue. He pumped his prick into the
sucking mouth and pushed his tongue into the slit. He felt a tongue
massaging the underside of his prick as it moved in and out of a hot
mouth. Art was reaching his limit and just as the cum spurted from his
prick he felt the cunt contract around his tongue. He knew he'd made
her come again. He felt good about that.
Jane wanted to stay there and hug and kiss her adolescent son but that
would be stretching her luck. She got up and quietly left the room.
When she entered her own bedroom Milt was fucking Mable. She went over
and licked his ass. That set him off and he shot his cum into Mable's
cunt. The two switched around for the clean up bit while they were
laughing.
"You did it to me again! Well, how did our son perform?"
"You wouldn't believe it. I could feel him holding off till I had an
orgasm, then he let loose. As soon as I touched his ass with my tongue
he had a new hard on and he was tongue fucking my ass. Then we sixty
nined and while I gave him a blow job he lapped my cunt and sucked my
clit like a professional. Are you sure you're the first one to get to
him Mable? That kid acts like he's been doing those things for years.
Just as you said if I had to give him marks I'd give him straight 'A's
in cunt lapping, fucking, and ass licking. He's a master at all of
them. He even has sweet tasting cum."
"I'm sure I was first, but I have to admit, he learns quick. As far as
marking is concerned, I don't think that you're an unbiased examiner.
You've been so hot for him for so long that you would probably have
orgasms from peeping through the bathroom keyhole and watching him jerk
off. We did that with Herb many times before we finally seduced him.
You probably had so many orgasms with his prick and tongue in your cunt
that you didn't know what was happening."
In the other room Art felt something was wasn't right. That didn't seem
like his Aunt Mable. He thought about it for thirty seconds and fell
into an exhausted sleep.
A further conversation went on in the next room and some plans were
made. The plans centered around Art, he was in for some big surprises.
Chapter - 7
When Art arrived home with Jerry the next afternoon Aunt Mable was at
the door and It seemed to Art that she wanted to embarrass him. His
aunt kissed him the way she had been doing all week. She rubbed tongues
with him and rubbed her cunt against his cock. Jerry watched and got a
hard on just watching what she was doing to Art. Mable looked at him
and pointedly looked at his crotch making him blush right along with
Art.
"What's the matter, Jerry, haven't you ever been kissed like that?"
"Uh, - gees, no!"
"Would you like to be?"
"Uh, - I don't know. I guess I really would."
Aunt Mable released Art, put her arms around Jerry, and pushed her
tongue between his lips. She rubbed her body against his rampant hard
on. This was too much for a twelve year old prick, Jerry shot his load
into his pants. Aunt Mable felt him jerk and the warmth of his cum
spreading through his jeans. She acted as if nothing unusual had
happened and was very businesslike.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that to you. We'll have to get that all
cleaned up before Art's folks come home and see it. Take your pants and
underpants off and let me run them through the washer and dryer?"
This didn't help Jerry. Did Art's aunt expect him to take off his pants
in front of her. It had been years since any woman, even his mother,
had seen him without his pants on.
Aunt Mable was reading his mind. "Don't be bashful about taking your
pants off in front of me, Jerry, Art does it every afternoon. He likes
to do it. Don't you Art?" Jerry's mouth fell open and he looked at Art.
Did Art let his aunt see his prick? Why hadn't Art hadn't told him? He
must do things with his aunt or he wouldn't let her see his prick.
Maybe she jerked him off and let him see her cunt. Wow! Maybe Art had
been telling the truth when he said she finger fucked herself in so he
could see. He forgot his own problem with the information he'd just
received. He looked to Art for confirmation.
Art's reaction was the same as Jerry's. His mouth fell open and he
looked at his aunt. Why would she tell Jerry that he undressed in her
presence? Then he realized what his aunt was up to. She wanted to do
things with Jerry too. He grinned and, with complete self confidence,
unfastened his belt buckle.
"Why yeah. Aunt Mable sucks my cock, I lick her cunt, then we fuck. She
wants you to join us. Do you want her to suck your cock and fuck you? I
lap her cunt but you don't have to if you don't want."
Aunt Mable laughed, reached down, and patted his hard prick. Jerry was
still very confused. How could Art use words like that in front of his
aunt. He knew that Art knew them but they only whispered them when they
were in bed together and no one else could hear. The meaning of the
words sank in. Wow! Art was doing those things with his aunt? Would
Aunt Mable really do them with him too?
"Do you want to join us, Jerry? As Art said, you don't have to, and you
don't have to do anything you don't want to, but I would like to have
you join us. I'd like to suck your cock and have you fuck me. Art, why
don't you get undressed, Jerry, if you don't want to join us, maybe
you'd like to watch?"
Art stripped and Aunt Mable pulled off her dress. She had nothing on
underneath it. Jerry's eyes popped out of his head and his prick popped
to attention again.
"Give me your pants, Jerry, so I can clean them up. Oh, Art, I forgot
to tell you. You're parents won't be home until after eight tonight so
we have a lot of time."
Art was naked and his prick was pointing toward the ceiling. Aunt Mable
was naked and Art pushed two fingers into her cunt. Jerry could hardly
believe his eyes. He always followed Art's lead so as if in a daze, he
unfastened his belt buckle. He fumbled and Aunt Mable pushed his pants
down around his ankles and shocked Jerry again by licking the cum off
his prick.
Jerry's hips jerked again and Aunt Mable sucked the head of his prick
in her mouth and ran her tongue around it. One more jerk and his prick
slid all the way into her mouth. Aunt Mable's head bobbed twice and
spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble; Jerry's cum shot out of
his prick. It was the most exquisite come of his life. He was
astonished when Mable swallowed his cum. Like Art, he didn't think
women actually did that.
Art grinned as he watched his friend's reaction to his first blow job.
It made him hot to watch Jerry's cock being sucked, if the rest of the
afternoon was going to be like this it would be a lot of fun.
Aunt Mable looked at him and grinned. "You look as if you're on a hair
trigger too."
She got on her knees in front of him, sucked his cock into her mouth,
and bobbed her head. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; he
shot his load into her mouth and watched her swallow it. He still
thought watching his aunt swallow his cum was the neatest.
Aunt Mable grinned again as she got off her knees. As usual she saved
some cum for Art. She kissed him and let him suck some cum from her
mouth. Jerry just watched with his mouth open. The only thing that
moved was his prick. He got another hard on.
"Now that we've taken care of those hair triggers, go upstairs while I
throw these pants in the wash."
Art pulled Jerry upstairs and helped him take off the rest of his
clothes. Jerry finally found his tongue.
"She sucked my cock and swallowed my cum!"
"Yeah, she always does that first so you can last longer when you do
the other things with her."
"Do you really lap her cunt?"
"Oh sure. It's lots of fun. You ought to try it. I even lick her ass
and she licks mine."
"How can you do something like that? It sounds yucky."
"Once you try it it's not so bad. It's even fun when you see how you
can make her jump. It feels real neat when she licks my ass."
"Have you actually fucked her?"
Art acted very nonchalant about the whole thing. "Oh, sure. We have a
lot of time today. I bet she lets you fuck her too."
Aunt Mable came into the bedroom and sat down on the side of the bed.
Art sat down beside her and started to suck a tit. Aunt Mable beckoned
Jerry to her other side and offered him her other tit. He was stunned
but not paralyzed. He took the nipple in his mouth, his prick throbbed,
and drops of pre cum formed on the tip. Aunt Mable was pleased to see
that Jerry's recovery rate was at least as good as Art's. She expected
to get a lot of action out of those two pricks before the afternoon was
over.
If Jerry thought sucking tit was the best prick hardener he was in for
another surprise. Aunt Mable took his hand and pushed two of his
fingers right into her cunt. She pushed his fingers in and out until he
got the idea. He pumped his fingers in Aunt Mable's cunt on his own
volition. Aunt Mable wiggled and moaned. Now he was finger fucking a
grown woman! Wow!
Jerry had thought that all the fun was coming yourself and shooting
off, now he found making someone else come was just as much fun. He
pumped faster till Aunt Mable pushed his hand away. Aunt Mable grinned
and he grinned right back. He was ready to accept what was happening
and was starting to enjoy himself. He looked at his fingers, wet with
Mable's cunt juice and sniffed at them. They did smell interesting.
Art got on his knees, poked his head between Aunt Mable's legs, and
lick her outer cunt lips. Jerry was fascinated as Art pulled the outer
cunt lips open and he saw the pink slit at the bottom and the bump at
the top that he realized must be the clit. Jerry saw Aunt Mable jerk
when Art sucked on that bump. How could his friend put his mouth there?
Jerry still held his hand with the wet fingers in front of his face. He
touched a finger with his tongue. It didn't taste bad, there wasn't
much taste at all. He licked his fingers clean. It wasn't bad at all.
Jerry was ready to try cunt lapping when he got the chance.
Jerry watched and took lessons as Art pushed his tongue into the slit
at the bottom of Aunt Mable's cunt where he had been pushing his
fingers. She lay back on the bed and raised her legs. Jerry could see
everything Art was doing. He when he found that Art had told the truth.
He licked down below that pink slit and on to Mable's ass crack. Mable
raised her hips farther and Art pushed his tongue into his aunt's
asshole! Wow! Aunt Mable's hips jumped up off the bed. Art had told the
truth again. That really did make his aunt jump.
Art licked his way back to his aunt's cunt and pushed his tongue into
the pink slit a couple of times then he concentrated on sucking her
clit. Aunt Mable wiggled and moaned. Jerry saw a funny look on her face
and that she was tossed her head from side to side. Aunt Mable panted
and pushed Art's head away from her cunt. Art sat on his heels and
grinned. Jerry was ready to come just from watching Art lap cunt. Aunt
Mable grinned at the boys.
"Jerry, why don't you get between my legs and explore for a minute or
two. I'm sure you want to find out what a woman's plumbing looks like.
When I catch my breath, Art will fuck me while I give you a real blow
job. You came too fast to really enjoy it that first time. You're not
nearly as touchy now."
Aunt Mable was enjoying herself. Two young boys, and one of them a
virgin, was more fun than a barrel of monkeys. She knew she'd have both
boys worn out by the time Jane and Milt got home.
Jerry did want to find out how a woman was made. He'd seen most of it
while Art lapped cunt but he hadn't gotten up real close. Now was his
chance. Jerry hadn't missed Aunt Mable's reactions when Art sucked her
clit. He pushed his finger into the slit again then rubbed Aunt Mable's
clit. It got a little bigger and got hard like his prick did. He rubbed
some more and was pleased when Mable wiggled. Jerry ran his finger down
her ass crack and pressed against her asshole. Aunt Mable's hips
jerked. He found out she was real sensitive there.
Jerry made Aunt Mable moan and toss her head from side to side by
finger fucking her cunt and tickling her asshole. She pushed his hands
away and rested for a moment then she was ready for the next round.
"Art, lay on your back in the middle of the bed. Jerry, you get on your
knees and move your prick up near my face."
Art got into position and Aunt Mable positioned her cunt over Art's
prick and lowered herself. Jerry saw his friend's prick disappear into
his aunt's cunt and he moved so his prick was in front of her face.
Aunt Mable didn't just suck his prick right into her mouth this time.
She held his prick at the base, and licked the drops of pre cum from
his Pisshole. She pulled her fingers forward. Another drop of pre cum
oozed out of his urethra and she licked that off too. Then she massaged
his whole glans with her tongue.
Jerry's hips jerked when she licked the sensitive underside of his
cock. Then, when he wasn't expecting it, Mable licked his ass crack.
Wow! When her tongue probed his asshole he thought he would go through
the roof.
It was even more exciting to Jerry because, besides the exciting things
Aunt Mable was doing in his crotch, He could see Art's prick riding in
and out of her cunt. Aunt Mable rode her cunt up and down on Art's
prick and Art pushed his hips up from the bed to meet his aunt's down
strokes. The motion speeded up. Aunt Mable moved her lips over the head
of Jerry's prick and applied suction. Jerry hips flexed and he fucked
his prick in and out of her mouth. He'd never felt anything this good
before in his life.
Aunt Mable was right, he hadn't had time to enjoy the first blow job.
Her tongue massaged the underside of his prick as her head bobbed and
his prick slid in and out of her mouth. He was ready and Art grunted as
his hips bounced off the bed. Jerry held on to Mable's hair and pumped
his prick into her mouth as fast as he could. He couldn't last much
longer.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, jets of Jerry's cum squirted into Aunt Mable's
mouth. Dribble, dribble, dribble she sucked the rest of it out of his
balls. Art grunted and Jerry saw his ass cheeks clench together as his
cum flooded into his aunt's cunt. His eyes shifted and he watched Aunt
Mable swallowed his cum. As his prick became limp, she let it slide out
of her mouth. He was shocked when Art switched around to lap his cum
out of his aunt's cunt while she sucked his prick clean. How could Art
do something that yucky?
He watched in amazement and saw Art's prick get hard when Aunt Mable
licked his asshole. Jerry had a new hard on too, just from watching
what Art and his aunt were doing.
Aunt Mable hugged both boys. Aunt Mable pushed her tongue into Jerry's
mouth. He'd heard of this but didn't think it had as much effect as it
did. He tasted something funny and he sort of liked it then he realized
he was tasting the cum Aunt Mable licked off of Art's asshole. He
almost gagged but he liked kissing Aunt Mable like this. The hell with
what he was tasting. He sort of liked the taste anyway.
Aunt Mable held a hard prick in each hand massaging them gently. Art
sucked tit, Jerry followed his lead. He wanted to fuck Aunt Mable. If
he made her feel good enough, maybe she would let him do it.
He released the tit and moved down. He got to her cunt and sniffed. The
aroma was stronger. He closed his eyes, extended his tongue and made a
pass. He missed, opened his eyes, and tried again. His tongue barely
touched her and felt her jerk. He pushed his tongue against her clit
and he wasn't poisoned. This wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.
There was some of that same taste that he'd gotten in Aunt Mable's
mouth. It must be some more of Art's cum. He licked some more. He liked
the taste of his best friend's cum.
He wasn't going to let Art get ahead of him. He ran his tongue all the
way along Mable's cunt and found he really liked it. He went to work in
earnest. He pushed his tongue into that pink slit the sucked the clit.
Aunt Mable arched her hips. He was really making her feel good. He
lapped till she moaned, tossed her head, and pushed his head away. It
was his turn to grin. He was proud of making Aunt Mable come.
"See, Jerry, I told you that was fun. You should have tried licking her
ass."
"Uh, - I wanted to, but I just couldn't make myself do it."
Aunt Mable grinned at the two of them, "That's all right, when you're
ready you'll to do it you will. What you did was pretty brave. Now I
bet you want to find out if your prick will fit in my cunt. Would you
like to try it out for size."
Aunt Mable grinned when she asked this very foolish question. Jerry
nodded, he wasn't comfortable with the words that Aunt Mable and Art
used. He wondered if he could say them without stammering. He was going
to have to try but not now. Now he wanted his prick in a cunt. Aunt
Mable gave him directions.
"Just get on your knees between my legs and we'll see if we can fit
that hard prick of yours into my cunt. Do you want to sit this one out,
Art, or do you want me to suck your cock?"
Art wanted to watch his friend loose his virginity, but he was pretty
hot himself by this time from watching Jerry lap cunt so he opted for
the blow job. Aunt Mable placed Jerry's prick into her cunt. Jerry felt
the slick membranes slide over the head of his prick and pushed down
with his hips.
Aunt Mable turned her head to the side and Art positioned his prick in
front of her mouth. She licked a drop of pre cum off the tip and ran
her tongue around the head.
No matter how young he is, no one has to tell a boy to pump his hips
when his prick is in a cunt. Jerry's prick slid in and out. This wasn't
the same as a blow job. He felt that he could last longer fucking than
he could when he was being sucked off. He pumped real fast and Aunt
Mable's held her hand on his bottom to slow him down. He realized she
was trying to make his first fuck last longer so he followed her lead.
When he got into a slow in and out rhythm she lifted her hips to meet
each of his thrusts.
Art fucked his aunt's mouth. Art's prick wasn't a foot away from
Jerry's face and he saw everything. His friend's prick was wet with his
aunt's spit. His aunt let it out of her mouth every three or four
strokes and licked around the red head and over the pisshole. Each time
she did this Art's hips jerked. Jerry knew that Art would shoot off
pretty soon. Jerry was already shooting off.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble; Jerry's last virgin load
of cum was released. It oozed out of Aunt Mable's cunt around his
prick. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Art's hips
twitched and his aunt swallowed his cum. Jerry slowed and Art's limp
prick came out of his aunt's mouth. She lapped up the couple of drops
of cum from Art's balls. Jerry let his softening cock soak in her cunt.
Aunt Mable switched positions and took his limp prick in her mouth to
clean it off. Her cunt was in front of his face and he licked then
realized he was licking up his cum. Well he'd licked Art's cum, he
guessed he could drink his own. He lapped and found he liked it. It
surprised him but he didn't to stop to figure out why. Some cum leaked
down Aunt Mable's ass crack and Jerry followed the trail. Art had
licked Aunt Mable's ass. He pushed his tongue up her asshole and Aunt
Mable's hips jerked and she shoved her tongue up his ass.
Wow! Instant hard on! No wonder Art liked to have his ass licked and
was he willing to lick ass right back. He wasn't gagging and he wasn't
disgusted. This wasn't yucky at all. Art was right! It was fun! He
looked up to see his friend grinning at him.
"See, I told you it was fun."
He looked at his friend sheepishly. Aunt Mable knew that even twelve
year olds had limits to their recuperative powers. Jerry had come four
times and Art had come three. It was time for a little R and R.
They'd been fucking and sucking for an hour and still had three hours
before Milt and Jane returned. She'd whipped up some eggnog for the
boys to drink with their cookies. They could probably make good use of
the raw eggs. She took them downstairs and they all had the snack the
boys had forgotten when they came in the door.
The fact that they were sitting around the kitchen table without any
clothes on probably had more effect than the eggs. The boys stopped
every now and then to suck a tit or rub Mable's cunt. She constantly
petted one prick or another. She needed only one hand to hold a cookie
or a glass of eggnog. She kept the other hand busy at all times. In
less than half an hour the boys were ready again. Their pricks were
pointing straight toward the ceiling and they were oozing drops of cum.
Aunt Mable licked the drops up to top off her snack.
"Well you boys look like you're ready for some more? Shall we go
upstairs?"
The boys raced up stairs and when Aunt Mable got to the bedroom they
were standing by the bed waiting for her. She licked the pre cum off
their pricks again.
"How would you like to try something different?"
"Gee, Aunt Mable, anything you've shown me so far has been lots of fun.
I'm willing to try anything you want to do."
"How about you, Jerry?"
"I don't know. I guess so. Uh, - you did say I could stop if I didn't
like it?"
"Cautious little fucker, aren't you?. You can stop even before we start
if you want. Okay?"
Jerry nodded his head.
"There's really nothing to turn you off anyway. I assume you boys have
heard of ass fucking. I want Art to fuck my ass and you to fuck my cunt
at the same time, Jerry. You're in for a surprise, I'll guarantee you
that."
"Do boys actually fuck girls in their ass, Aunt Mable? I thought that
was just one of the stories that the boys at school told."
"They sure do, Art. My ass is sensitive, you've seen how I react to
having it licked. I like to have my ass fucked. I haven't tried two
pricks at once for ten years and that's a real blast. Art, wet my ass
hole with some spit then push your prick in. When he gets his prick up
my ass, Jerry, you stick your prick in my cunt. From there on I think
you'll know what to do."
Mable got on her knees and Art got behind her. He deposited some spit
on her pucker and thrust his prick at it. Nothing happened.
"Take it easy, Art. Grab my hips and push slowly."
The head of Art's prick disappear into his aunt's rear end, he kept up
a steady pressure the rest of his prick followed. His aunt's asshole
was tighter than her cunt and felt real neat around his prick. Aunt
Mable told Art to hold on and rolled them both over on their sides.
Jerry got in front of Mable, she positioned his prick head in her inner
cunt lips, put her hands on his ass cheeks, pulled him toward her, then
wrapped her legs around his hips. His prick slid into her cunt. Art
almost fell off the bed as he felt Jerry's prick slide into his aunt's
cunt. It felt as if it were sliding right across his prick.
"Wow, I can feel your prick in Aunt Mable's cunt. This is a blast."
Art moved his hips back and then thrust them forward again. Jerry
waited till Art's prick was all the way in and he pumped his prick out
then back in.
"You're right Art I can feel it when you pump your prick too."
Both Art and Jerry found that feeling a prick rub against yours inside
a woman is a real turn on. They set up a rhythm so that Art pulled out
at the same time Jerry pushed in. They wanted the maximum friction of
their prick against their friend's. Each time they pumped they could
feel the other prick rub their own through the thin membranes that
separate a woman's ass from her cunt.
Art started slowly, he wanted this to last. Aunt Mable pumped her hips
so that her motion matched the movement of the boys as they pumped
their pricks into her. Before long the tempo picked up. Twelve year
olds don't have too much control over their bodies. Mable kept right up
with them. With their hard pricks working in and out of both her holes,
she started having orgasms.
Her cunt spasmed around Jerry's prick and her ass contracted around
Art's. Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble; Jerry's load of
cum filled Aunt Mable's cunt; spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble,
dribble; Art shuddered and his cum filled his aunt's ass. Both boy's
relaxed as their pricks went limp.
Art moved around for the clean up. Jerry's training hadn't gotten to
the point that this was an automatic reaction. Art fed his cum wet
prick to his aunt and lapped her cunt. At that point Art realized that
this was Jerry's cum! He almost gagged at the thought but it didn't
taste that much different than his own cum. He also realized that Jerry
was licking his cum from his aunt's ass and he didn't seem to mind it
either. Art tucked this away to think about latter.
Aunt Mable cleaned Art's prick then Jerry's. She wasn't rushing the
boys now. They needed time between comes. She wanted two or three more
rounds but knew she would have to take it easy. She hugged and kissed
them, then offered them her tits. They nursed she gently pulled on
their limp pricks. Jerry rubbed her clit and Art pushed his fingers in
and out of her cunt.
Art sucked a tit then licked his way down to her cunt and started
lapping. Aunt Mable pulled Jerry's crotch toward her face, licked his
ass, and he soon sported a new hard on. She slipped his prick into her
mouth and gently sucked until he couldn't hold out any more. She was
having orgasms when his cum seep out of his prick. It wasn't coming in
spurts any more.
Art was now hard so the boys switched positions and Jerry lapped
Mable's cunt while she gave Art a blow job. She had multiple orgasms
long before she sucked a few dribbles of cum out of Art's prick.
Again she hugged and kissed them. This time the boys fell asleep
sucking on her tits. They were just worn out with all this fucking and
sucking.
Art woke up to another one of those wet dreams that were real. His aunt
was sucking his cock. She stopped to hold her finger across her lips
then went back to cock sucking. She wasn't hurrying this time she spent
a lot of time running her tongue all over his prick.
His aunt gave him the longest blow job he'd ever lasted through. Aunt
Mable sucked his prick into her mouth and spent more time rubbing her
tongue across his pisshole than she did bobbing her head. The tension
slowly grew and he couldn't take it any more. He pumped his prick into
his aunt's mouth and she sucked harder and bobbed her head faster.
Art's final load of cum for the day dribbled out of his cock and it got
soft again. Aunt Mable moved away and grinned at him.
He watched Aunt Mable lick the head of Jerry's limp prick. He wondered
how his best friend would take this. He could see that Jerry hadn't
wakened up but his prick started to rise. Still asleep, Jerry raised
his hips off the bed and moaned. Aunt Mable sucked gently on the
proffered prick.
Jerry's eyes opened. "I am getting a blow job! This isn't a dream!
Wow!"
Aunt Mable gave Jerry just as detailed a blow job as she'd given Art.
She touched every sensitive part of Jerry's groin and licked all over.
Jerry really had time to enjoy this blow job. Like Art, he finally
reached the point of no return and delivered his remaining dribbles of
cum to Aunt Mable's sucking mouth. She didn't release his prick until
it was completely limp.
The boys looked at each other and didn't have to say a word. They went
to work in unison. Each started by sucking a tit. Then they licked
their way toward Aunt Mable's cunt. They licked past her cunt and
worked on the inside of her thighs. Art licked Aunt Mable's ass crack.
Jerry went to work on her cunt.
Art licked ass and Jerry lapped cunt. They switched. Jerry licked ass
and Art lapped cunt. Then they moved sideways and Art tongue fucked
Mable's cunt while Jerry sucked her clit. That was the limit. Mable was
jumping all over the bed. Her whole body quivered and she moaned and
groaned. She pushed the boys away.
"Well you boys sure do know how to show your appreciation."
The boys had rubbed their limp pricks against Mable all through this
process but to no avail. Neither of them was going to be up to anything
more that evening. Mable looked at the clock.
"Oh my, look at the time."
The three of them took a quick shower and were dressed by the time
Art's folks got home. Milt and Jane had brought some fast food home and
the boys took one look and wolfed it down. They were exhausted. They
went up to bed and they were sound sleep before their regular bed time.
They didn't jerk off that night as they usually did, their pencils were
out of lead. They fell asleep holding each other's soft prick.
The conversation in the master bedroom that night was interesting. Milt
had just finished fucking Mable and lapping his wife's cunt. The two
women were working on Milt's prick for another round. Jane was at the
end of her patience.
"How did it go today Mable? How soon do you think we can get into the
act."
"Oh, after today I guess he's ready. I even had him lapping Jerry's cum
out of my cunt. It didn't disturb him a bit. I think he's ready for
anything you want to do with him. By the way, once I'm gone you ought
to get Jerry into the act. He's a fun kid and he won't let Art do
anything he won't copy. By the time you got home I had run them both
out of juice but that didn't stop them they gave me a joint lap job
until I had to holler uncle."
Jane listened to her sister and made her decisions. She wasn't going to
wait another day. "If they got you to holler uncle, they really must
have worked you over." She turned to her husband, "Milt, you're staying
home tomorrow. I won't wait another day. I want that boy in my bed."
Milt shook his head yes, "Okay, we'll plan on it. Who shall I fuck this
time. I'm ready."
Art woke up during the night and felt his prick being pulled. He opened
his eyes and saw Jerry looking at him. Jerry was jerking him off. It
did feel better if someone else jerked you off even if it was a boy.
Art didn't say a word. He spit on his hand, reached down, and gently
pumped on his friend's prick. Jerry stopped, spit on his hand too, and
then resumed his pumping.
They turned to face each other, each reached behind the other and
tickled his friend's ass hole. It was the best jerk off job either of
them had ever had. They jerked faster and faster until both of them
shot off.
"Art, she actually did finger fuck herself in front of your bedroom
door, didn't she. I didn't believe you at all."
"Yeah, I told that to the guys because I knew they wouldn't believe me.
That way they would stop asking questions I didn't want to answer."
"Oh, you sure had me fooled."
Art had a handful of Jerry's cum and ideas. He'd lapped his cum off his
hand when he jerked off the night before. Would it spook Jerry if he
slurped down his cum? Jerry had lapped his cum out of Aunt Mable's ass
just as he'd lapped Jerry's cum out of her cunt. Jerry couldn't be too
put off by it.
Art watched Jerry as he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked off the
cum. That seemed to be the signal Jerry was waiting for. He slurped
Art's cum from his own hand. His friend drinking his cum was a real
turn on. They both knew that this wasn't the last time that they would
do this. Neither of them said anything more they grinned at each other
and fell back to sleep, each holding on to the other's limp prick.
Chapter - 8
When Art and Jerry got down to breakfast the next morning Art's father
was home. Art thought that was strange, his father usually left for
work before Art got up. His Aunt Mable was downstairs at the table.
That was strange too. Up till now she hadn't gotten up until after he
left for school. Both boys blushed when they saw her. They had vivid
memories of what they had done with her yesterday. Art wondered what
she was going to teach him after school today and blushed some more.
His father looked at him and smiled.
"We decided you could stay home from school today so we could have a
day with your aunt. Let's get Jerry off to school then we'll decide
what we want to do."
They had breakfast and Jerry reluctantly got off to school. He'd like a
day with Aunt Mable too. Art thought his parents were acting strange.
They seemed to be excited and trying not to show it. As soon as Jerry
was off to school his father turned toward him. "Do you have any ideas
of what you might want to do with your aunt, Art?"
Art got flustered and blushed. He sure did have a lot of ideas about
what he wanted to do with his Aunt Mable, but none that he could tell
to his father. He wondered what his father would say if Art told him
that he wanted to fuck his aunt's cunt and ass, and have her suck his
cock. He wanted to lap her cunt too. He started to say something and
stammered.
He took a deep breath and composed himself. "Uh, - I guess anything she
wants to do would be all right."
His father looked at him sort of funny again. "Are you sure of that,
Art?"
Art still couldn't figure out what his father was trying to say. "Uh, I
guess so. Why not?"
Now his mother looked at him and grinned. She had her head cocked the
same way his aunt did when she was going to suggest something to do
with sex. "Your aunt may have some strange ideas. We'd like to stay and
watch you but are you sure you want to do those things while we're
around?"
Art was lost. His mother couldn't know what she was saying. How could
she know what he had been doing with Aunt Mable after school. Then his
father grinned at him again. "If you don't mind then we'd like to stay
and watch. Maybe we'd even join in with the two of you."
His Aunt Mable had her head cocked. Art didn't know what was going on.
He knew his parents were teasing him. They acted as if they knew
everything he had been doing with his aunt. He sat there with his mouth
hanging open and looked back and forth from one to the other. His Aunt
Mable finally laughed.
"I told them how good a cunt lapper you were and they wanted to see.
Your mother's a pretty good cock sucker herself. You might want to try
her out."
Art's chin dropped another three inches. She'd told his parents that
he'd lapped her cunt? She must have been telling them everything that
that the two of them had done together! He couldn't believe what he was
hearing and his parents didn't seem to mind at all. They were laughing
too.
His mother took pity on him. She came over and hugged him. "Oh, Art,
you were set up. When we found the cum on your sheets we decided you
should get a real sex education. That book we got for you is a good one
but there's nothing like getting live demonstrations. We invited your
aunt here to give you those live demonstrations. Your Aunt Mable and I
started young. We got our younger brother to do things with us when he
was just your age. We had a lot of fun with Herb and decided when you
were old enough we would do the same thing with you. Your father has
been fucking your aunt since before we were married. He likes the idea
of having sex with you too. I couldn't wait to get into the act any
longer. Don't be upset we just want to have as much fun with you as you
want."
Art's mouth was still hanging open but he had a new look in his eyes.
He head was swiveling back and forth between his mother, his father and
his aunt. Some of the recent events to clicked into place. That
conversation between his mother and his aunt. The strangeness he'd felt
the night before last. He looked directly at his mother. "Mom, did you
come into my bedroom and fuck me then suck my cock the night before
last?"
"I sure did, but you left out the fact that you lapped my cunt and
tongue fucked my ass. I can vouch for the fact that you're just as good
a cunt lapper as your aunt says you are. I wanted to stay right there
in bed with you and hold you all night."
"I thought there was something different. You smelled different and
your clit was bigger than Aunt Mable's."
"Yes it was me and now you have to make a decision. Do you want to stay
home and do those things with us, or do you want your father and I
leave and let you have your aunt to yourself for the whole day? We'd
rather be with you but you never have to do anything you don't want to
when it comes to sex."
Art couldn't count the times he heard his parents fucking while he
jerked off. Now they offered him the chance to actually watch them do
things. Not only that, from what they said, he wouldn't be jerking off.
They'd be doing things with him too. Wow! This was no decision, he knew
exactly what he wanted.
"Gee, I want you to stay. I want to see your clit, mom, It seemed as
big as my penis, uh, my prick was before I had that wet dream. Pop,
I've wanted to see how big your prick was when it was hard ever since
my prick started to grow. I know that I haven't stopped growing and I
want to see how big my prick might get."
The three adults smothered Art with hugs and kisses while they were
laughing at his ingenuousness. Aunt Mable cocked her head and grinned.
What was she going to come up with. Art was sure nothing she could say
or do would surprise him at this point. "For some one who's eager for
action, you're not dressed for it. You have all your clothes on."
Art was embarrassed again. He realized he would have to take his
clothes off in front of his mother and he hadn't done that in four
years. His mother took pity on him and set an example by unbuttoning
her robe, she had nothing on underneath. His father pulled off his
shirt and unfastened his belt. Aunt Mable pulled off her dress and had
nothing on underneath either. He got out of his clothes fast and
watched his mother and father finish undressing.
His saw his mother's clit sticking out between her cunt lips. It was as
long as his prick had been a year ago. He hoped he would get a chance
to play with it and suck on it some more before the day was over. His
four inch prick was standing straight up, pointing to the ceiling in
anticipation.
He watched his father lowered his underpants and found his prick was
huge. It was hard but it was so heavy it didn't stand up like his. It
hung down and it must have been more than seven inches long. He hoped
his prick would get that big some day. His father's prick had a drop of
cum on it just as his own did. He wanted to feel his father's prick but
he was sure that was a no-no. He wouldn't want his father to think that
he was gay.
Art's prick throbbed with excitement. His mother walked over, looked at
his throbbing prick, shook her head, knelt down, licked the drop of pre
cum off of his pisshole, and sucked his cock into her mouth. He was
ready, his hips jerked; spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble;
his first load of cum for the day erupted from his prick. This time it
was his mother's who was nursing on it.
His mother swallowed his cum and licked the drippings off his balls. He
couldn't believe this was happening. His mother got up and hugged and
kissed him. He sucked some of his cum from her mouth just as he did
from Aunt Mable's after she sucked him off. His mother rubbed her tits
against his chest and her cunt against his cock the same way Aunt Mable
did.
"Your aunt is right, that hair trigger of yours has to be pulled on
that first load. Now that's taken care of, anything in particular you
want to try?"
Was there anything he wanted to try? Wow! He didn't know where to
start. He knew he wanted to examine his mothers clit and suck on it
again. He wanted to fuck his mother but he didn't want to leave his
aunt out. She had taught him everything he knew. He looked from one to
the other.
His mother realized his dilemma and took pity on him. "Let's go
upstairs to our king sized bed and see what develops.?"
Art dashed upstairs and the adults followed. Art got in the bedroom and
stopped again. There was so much he wanted to do and he really didn't
want to slight anybody. He'd let the adults take the lead. His father
followed him into the room and grinned at him. After his mother and
aunt came in, Milt sat down on the bed and pulled Art down beside him.
Their bare thighs rubbed and Art liked the feel.
"Art, your aunt and your mother are a pair of sex maniacs. The night I
got your mother alone for the first time, your aunt got into the act.
After that they involved their brother too. I like group sex and family
sex. I'd like you join us and have as much fun as I do. There are
things to keep in mind. Nothing, and I mean nothing, about sex is bad
or nasty as long as you enjoy it and as long as nobody gets hurt. If
you want to try something ask. We'll tell you if we don't want to. The
same with you. If we suggest something you don't want, you're under no
obligation. Just remember, sometimes something will seem nasty to you
and if you try it you'll find you like it. Did you think you'd like
licking a woman's cunt before you tried?"
"Gees no, I thought it would be yucky."
"What about after you tried?"
"I liked it a lot. It was neat. It was fun making Aunt Mable squirm and
I knew I was making her feel real good. Then I just got to like doing
it for itself. Now I even like to lap my cum out of a cunt. I never
thought I'd do that. If anyone had ever suggested I do it I'd have told
him he was crazy."
"How about licking ass?"
"I guess that went just about the same way. I couldn't even make myself
do it the first time I tried. I still don't know how I can like to do
it, but I do."
"Good, you're a precocious little fucker. Just keep that in mind before
you say no to anything. If you start something that doesn't please you,
you can always stop. The lecture is now over. Remember you never have
to do what you don't want to and never be afraid to ask about something
that you might want to do no matter how crazy it sounds."
Art sat there and looked at his father for a moment or so. His father's
lecture rang a bell. There was something he wanted to do. It was
something he remembered wanting to do it for a long time, even before
he started to shoot his cum. Before his father had given him this
lecture on sex he wouldn't have thought of asking. He still wasn't sure
it was proper to ask something like this. He started to say something
and stopped. He took a deep breath and stopped again.
"What is it Art. No one will think any the less of you no matter what
it is. I meant it when I said don't be afraid to ask."
"Uh, - well, - can I feel your prick pop? Does it make me a queer
because I want to feel your prick?"
"The way you go for women. No way! Why shouldn't you feel my prick. I'd
like to feel yours too. It reminds me of mine when I was your age. If
you don't mind, one of these days I'm going to jerk you off, just so I
can handle a prick that size again."
Art reached into Milt's lap and wrapped his hand around Milt's seven
inch prick. His fingers barely touched when he tried to reach around
it. He held on and looked at his aunt. "How can you be satisfied with
my little prick when you can have one as big as this?"
"Art, you've nothing to be ashamed of. Did you feel me have orgasms
when you fucked me?"
"Gees, yeah. It's fun when your cunt sort of grabs at my prick."
"Then your prick gave me pleasure. That's what a prick is for. Your
littler prick, and it's not that little for someone your age, gives me
just as much pleasure as your father's big prick. Sometimes I do want a
bigger prick, but sometimes I even prefer one your size."
His mother got into the conversation. "That goes for me too, Art. Your
prick will get bigger but I almost wish it wouldn't. I know I can give
you a better blow job than I can give your father because I have more
room to work. You said that you enjoyed making someone else feel good.
I know that I can make you feel good with the extra action I can give
you and that makes me feel good too."
Art looked back at the prick in his hand. He rubbed a drop of cum
across its head and saw his fathers hip's twitch. He wanted to lean
over and lick the drop of cum off but he wasn't gay so he didn't.
He still thought his mother and aunt were trying to make him feel good
about the size of his prick but there was nothing he could do about it.
It would get bigger as time went on and all he could do was wait.
His father handled his prick and Art liked that. It felt good to him
and he wiggled. His father had said he would jerk Art off and Art hoped
he would jerk him off soon. Jerking his father off and having his
father play with him had been the jerk off fantasy that embarrassed him
the most. He even blushed in the privacy of his bed at night. He always
thought that it meant that he was gay and he didn't want to be. His
father said there was nothing wrong so he was greatly relieved. He
liked the feel of his father's big prick too.
He looked at it and decided he wanted to live out that fantasy. "Gee,
pop, I think I'd like to have you jerk me off. Would you mind if I
jerked you off too?"
Milt just kissed him for an answer. Art wished he were more than one
person, there was so much he wanted to do. He let go of his father's
prick and went over to his mother, reached for her cunt, then looked at
her for permission.
"Go ahead, Art, you're not the first male that's been fascinated with
that big clit."
Art pushed his fingers between her cunt lips, pushed two fingers all
the way in then pulled out his lubricated fingers and rubbed them up
and down his mother's elongated clit. It got bigger as he held it. When
he pulled on it a few times and it got bigger yet. It was sticking more
than an inch outside of her outer cunt lips. He knelt down and sucked
it into his mouth as if it was a prick and it got even bigger. His
mother jerked her hips.
He sucked harder and bobbed his head. He would give his mother as good
a blow job as she had given him. Jane put her hands behind his head and
pressed it toward her cunt. He sucked as hard as he could and massaged
her elongated clit with his tongue as he bobbed his head. He shoved two
fingers into Jane's cunt hole and continued bobbing his head. His
mother moaned and shook. He was really giving her orgasms, her cunt
contracted. This was fun. He sucked until his mother pushed his head
away.
"Art, you really are the best little cunt lapper that ever was. I love
you."
Art sat back on his heels and grinned. He'd made his mother have a
magnificent orgasm and she'd told him how good a cunt lapper he was. He
was proud as a peacock. He liked it when his mother told him how good
he was, His prick was pointing to the ceiling again and he was ready
for something else. He looked at his father and his mother and he
hesitated again. His father prompted him again.
"All right Art out with it. We said that this was your Aunt Mable's day
but it really is yours. We've done just about anything you can think of
and a lot of things you've probably never heard of. We'll manage to get
our jollies no matter what you choose to do."
Art frowned and hesitated again, "Uh, - pop, did you know that Aunt
Mable did things with Jerry and me yesterday?"
Milt grinned at his son and nodded, "Of course. That was included in
the curriculum of sex ed 103, group sex, advanced. That's why we stayed
out so long yesterday. Should we include him with us? Do you think
you'd like that? How do you think the lesson went?"
This opened a lot of doors, "It was neat. Would you let Jerry join us?
That would be neat too. One of the best things was when I fucked Aunt
Mable's ass and Jerry fucked her cunt. I felt Jerry's prick in Aunt
Mable's cunt. It almost felt as if he were rubbing his prick against
mine. I want to feel your prick going in and out of mom's cunt. Do you
like to have your ass fucked mom? Do the two of you want to do it with
me?"
Milt answered for the both of them, "Your mother loves to have her ass
fucked. If she's up to it after the workout that you just gave her, I'm
all for it."
Jane was in full agreement, "I'm ready for it any time you are. I
haven't had two pricks in me since you and Herb did that over ten years
ago."
Art looked at his Aunt Mable. "Uh, - maybe we ought to do it later. We
haven't done anything with Aunt Mable yet."
"I'll be right in there, Art. I'll stick my cunt in front of your
mother's face and she'll start lapping. She's almost as good a cunt
lapper as you and she's had lots of experience. We've lapped each
other's cunts since before we were your age and had our first period."
Art's mother hugged and kissed him, his father hugged and kissed him,
and his aunt hugged and kissed him then they positioned themselves on
the king sized bed. Art knew what to do. He lubricated his mother's ass
with the appropriate lubricant, spit; and applied it with the proper
applicator, his tongue.
He grabbed his mother's hips and pushed his prick up her ass. He
wiggled and enjoyed the feel of her tight ass around his prick. Milt
got in front and inserted his prick into Jane's cunt.
Wow! Jerry's prick had been the same size as his. His father's prick
was a lot bigger and it really rubbed against his. Art liked his
father's prick rubbing his. Art felt very close to his mother and
father and was as close as he could possibly get. Aunt Mable pushed her
hips between Milt's and Jane's faces. Jane licked Mable's cunt and Milt
pushed his tongue up her ass.
"Jane, your son is the first one who laps my cunt better than you do.
You'll have to settle for being my second best cunt lapper from now on.
I love to have you lapping my cunt and Milt rimming my ass. The two way
action is super, let's go!"
Milt pulled back then slowly pushed in. Art learned yesterday how to
respond to this. As his father pushed his prick in he pulled his prick
out. He was glad his mother had made him shoot off a short time ago.
The feel of his father's prick rubbing over his would have brought him
off right away. He pushed in as his father pulled out.
His mother was as good as Aunt Mable was. She caught the rhythm that
Milt and Art were setting right away and moved her hips back to meet
Art as he thrust forward, then she thrust her hips forward as Art
pulled away and Milt plunged his prick deep into her cunt. Art wanted
this intimate dance to keep on forever. He felt as if his heart was
going to explode with love for his mother and father.
Aunt Mable was moving her hips up and down and she was moaning. It
hadn't taken her long to start coming. It never did. She was ready all
the time. Art's hips were flexing at a faster and faster pace. He could
feel his father respond to each of his changes of tempo.
He wasn't going to last much longer. His cum rose a little farther each
time his prick rode across his father's. He heard his mother's moans
and his father's grunts. He panted and grunted too.
"Oh, mom! I'm going to shoot my cum up your ass. Ohhh! Wow! Come with
me, pop! Shoot your cum too! Shoot your cum in mom's cunt while I'm
shooting mine up her ass! Ahhh!"
Milt had trained himself over the years to hold back until Jane had
several orgasms. His son's urgent pleas had their affect however. His
prick was ready to shoot his load. "I'm with you, Art. Shoot your cum
up her ass and give your mother a cum enema. I'm about to fill her
cunt. Let it loose, son! Don't hold back!"
"Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Art's cum jetted and
oozed up his mother's ass. Spurt, Spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble,
dribble; Milt's massive load gushed into her receptive cunt. Their
bodies relaxed and so did the two pricks. Art got a sudden urge to find
out what his father's cum tasted like. He liked the taste of his own
and Jerry's, now he wanted to clean his father's cum out of his
mother's cunt.
He pulled his limp prick from his mother's ass and his father pulled
his prick from her cunt. He switched for the cleanup and went straight
for his mother's cunt. His mother sucked his prick clean as he sucked
the cum and juice out of her cunt. His father's cum tasted stronger
than his or Jerry's but he liked it. He saw his father suck his cum out
of his mother's ass. His father wanted to taste his cum too! Wow! Just
seeing his father drink his cum gave him a new hard on.
After the cleanup everybody kissed and hugged. Milt took hold of Art's
hard prick and jerked on it a couple of times. "Well, your aunt was
right about you again. You do recover quickly. Why don't you push that
hard prick into your aunt's cunt. She hadn't been fucked yet. Your
mother and I will sit this one out. I won't be ready for quite a while
yet."
The four of them had changed positions. His mother and father got off
the bed and his aunt rolled onto her back. She pulled him over her and
positioned the head of his prick in her cunt. Then she wrapped her legs
around him and rolled on to her side. This was a new position and, like
any other new thing he'd tried, he liked it. He flexed his hips and his
prick rode in and out of his aunt's cunt.
He felt a tongue lick at his ass and that made his hips jerk. Wow! His
mother was behind him giving his ass a tongue bath. He felt his Aunt
Mable's hips jerk and guessed his father was doing the same thing to
her. This interfered with the rhythm that he was trying to build up but
he sure did like the way it felt. He started a slow steady pumping. His
mother licked down over his balls and then along his prick as he pulled
it out of Aunt Mable's cunt. Wow, again! He didn't know how long he
could take this.
Something else happened that almost sent him through the roof. His
mother rimmed his ass again when a tongue rode along his prick as he
pulled it out. His father was licking his prick! He had wanted to lick
that drop of pre cum off of his father's prick earlier. He should have
done it then.
Art's hips speeded up and he made a mighty effort to slow them down
again. The slower he moved the more he would feel and the longer it
would last. His aunt and his parents seemed to know what he was doing.
Aunt Mable moved her hips in the same slow tempo he was moving his.
Jane probed his asshole and his father ran his tongue along the
underside of his prick each time his hips drew back.
Art shuddered. He couldn't last very long under this multiple stimuli,
and his cum jetted out of his prick into his aunt's cunt. His father
licked the cum off his cock as his hips slowed down even more. Each
time something happened today it was better than the last. His limp
prick slid out of his aunt's cunt, his mother sucked it into her mouth
and massaged it with her tongue. Milt cleaned his cum out of Mable's
cunt. The four of them wound up hugging and kissing again. Art looked
at his father in wide eyed wonder. He knew his father wasn't gay, but
only gays licked men's cocks and his father had licked his.
His father looked him in the eye. When he started to talk it seemed as
if he had been reading his mind. "No, I'm not gay, Art. But I have had
sex with other men. When I was your age I had a friend that I was as
close to as you are with Jerry. We jerked each other off and after we
sneaked tastes of each other's cum, we sucked each other's cocks. We
thought we were gay but two years later we both discovered girls and
our affair dropped off. We did have parties now and then but we
preferred girls. When you mother and aunt brought Herb into our circle
I did what I just did to you. He wanted to try it and we did things
together.
"Herb is the only male I ever did anything with since that teen age
affair. Now I'd like to do the same things with you. If you don't want
to, you certainly don't have to. If you don't want me to do anything
like that to you again I won't. Remember what I said. Never let us do
anything with you that you don't want."
Art sat there. He didn't know what to think. His father was suggesting
something that was considered just about the worst possible thing by
the boys at school. He pondered for a while. He was doing the things
with Jerry that had started his father in his affair with a boy. He
liked the taste of his father's and Jerry's cum. He and Jerry jerked
each other off he had thought about sucking Jerry's cock, but put it
out of his mind. He was afraid of what Jerry might think if he
suggested it.
When he realized it was his father licking his prick it had been like a
stoke of lightening. It felt even better than when he thought his
mother was doing it. He liked it when his father licked his prick. It
made him shoot his cum right away. He had wanted to lick that drop of
cum off his father's prick earlier. Everything he'd heard before this
said it was the wrong thing to do but he liked it. If that made him gay
he was willing to accept it. He looked at his father and remembered the
lecture he had been given.
Chapter - 9
Art leaned over, licked a drop of pre cum from the head of his father's
prick, and sucked the head into his mouth for a moment. His father's
prick had only been half hard but it came up to a full hard on as soon
as his tongue touched it. He had the same affect on his father that his
father had on him. He ran his tongue around the head and sucked real
hard. It was a real mouthful. He looked at his father again and
grinned.
"Pop, can I suck your cock. I never thought I would ever want to do
that but now I do. I'd like it if you wanted to suck my cock too but
you don't have to if you don't want to."
Milt held his son to him and rocked him back and forth as he had done
when Art was a baby. He kissed his son and pushed his tongue into his
mouth and rubbed tongues with him. Art rubbed his father's tongue then
pulled away and looked to see how his mother and aunt were taking this.
They were both grinning.
Aunt Mable cocked her head. "I told you, Milt, that boy of yours is
ready to try anything. It's hard to believe at his age. He is the most
adventurous little fucker I've ever run into. Art, do you want your
mother and me to leave while you and your father do your thing?"
Art raised his eyebrows, "Why?"
"Well, you may not want to have us watch while you have sex with
another male."
Art shrugged and seemed confused, "Why not? Mom lapped your cunt while
pop and I were here. What's the difference?"
"Well, Jane, you certainly haven't raised a male chauvinist. Art, most
men think it's all right for women to do those things but not men."
Both Jane and Mable took turns hugging and kissing Art. He couldn't
understand what they were making so much a fuss about. He hugged and
kissed them right back. He liked to hug and kiss his aunt and his
mother with their bare tits rubbing against his chest and his prick
brushing against their cunt hair. It was enough to give him another
hard on and it did.
He wanted to suck his father's prick. He wanted to make his father feel
as good as he'd made his mother feel when he sucked her clit. After he
gave his father a blow job he wanted his father to do it to him but he
could wait till his father was ready. "Let me suck yours first, pop.
You can do me later."
"I' was going to suggest I suck your cock first, but we'll do it your
way, then I'll give you a special treat."
Art had his father lie down and he got on his knees between his legs.
Milt raised his knees and waited to see what his son was going to do.
Art had been trained by his Aunt Mable and he'd watched his aunt suck
Jerry's cock. He knew exactly what would make his father feel best and
that was what he wanted to do. He licked a drop of pre cum from the tip
of his father's prick then ran his tongue all around the rim of the
plum shaped head.
He licked his father's prick right under the pisshole then gathered
some of the loose skin in his mouth and sucked on it. He licked on down
to his father's balls and sucked on them one at a time. He tried but
couldn't get both of them in his mouth at once.
He continued to Milt's ass crack and licked the whole length of it. He
centered his tongue on his father's asshole and probed. His father
reacted the same way he did, his hips jerked. Art licked his way back
over his father's balls and up to the head of his prick to collect a
few more drops of pre cum.
That was enough preliminaries. Art wanted to try to get his father's
whole prick in his mouth. He covered his teeth with his lips, opened
his mouth wide, moved it over the head of his father's seven and a half
inch prick, and pushed down. When the head of the prick hit his throat
there was still two and a half inches of the shaft out of his mouth. He
pushed his tongue against the underside of his father's prick as he
raised his head. He looked up at his father's face and his father
grinned at him.
This time Art pushed his head down real fast and his father's prick
rode into his throat. He swallowed to keep from gagging and his
father's hips jerked. Milt liked that action. Wow! Art repeated it. He
pushed his head down till his nose was in his father's bush and his
chin was resting on his father's hairy balls then he swallowed again.
Just as Art had learned how to lap cunt he now got the routine down on
how to suck cock. You tried things until you got a reaction you wanted
then you did them again. With a cock he did have one advantage, he knew
what felt good to him. He applied tongue pressure against the underside
of his father's prick while he drew away, then he used the quick
movement back down to drive his father's prick into his throat again.
He swallowed around the head of his father's prick and raised his head
again.
Milt held still until he could no longer passively accept his son's
ministrations. As Art pushed his head down Milt's hips lifted off the
bed and pushed his prick even farther into Art's throat. Art swallowed
around the head of his father's prick and matched the rhythm his father
was setting. Milt's hips pumped his prick into his son's mouth each
time Art lowered his head and they pulled back each time Art lifted his
head.
Milt was an adult, he should have been able to control himself for
quite a while. Having his son suck his cock took all the control away
from him. It was much too exciting. His hips flashed faster and faster.
Art bobbed his head in the same tempo. Each time he swallowed around
his father's cock Milt's hips jerked.
Spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble, dribble; Milt's load of adult
cum flooded into Art's mouth. Art tried to swallow it all but some of
it trickled down his chin. He kept right on bobbing his head after his
father's hips slowed down and stopped, he sucked his father's prick
till it was completely soft.
Milt reached down, pulled Art up, and kissed him. Milt probed Art's
mouth with his tongue then licked a stray drop of cum off his chin. He
hugged his son until Art thought his ribs would crack. Art was almost
crying with joy because he'd made his father feel so good. Milt had
tears in his eyes too.
"Wow! That was something to watch."
"Art, if you keep that up you'll take your father away from me. I
haven't seen him react that much in a long time."
"Milt, I told you that kid is a natural. I couldn't have done as good a
job on you as he did."
Art sat back on his heels and grinned. He thought he had done a good
job and now his mother and aunt were telling him how good he was. He
felt like the king of the world.
"Art, I've had my cock sucked by three males and more than a few women,
including your mother and aunt, who are experts. No one has ever given
me a better blow job than you just did. I hope I can make you feel as
good as you made me feel. Give me a few minutes to catch my breath and
then I want to work you over like you've never been worked before."
Jane licked up a few stray drops of cum that had leaked over Milt's
balls and down his ass crack. Aunt Mable hugged and kissed Art. Then
his mother did the same thing. They all snuggled together and they
rested for a while. Milt felt his son's hard prick and rubbed a drop of
pre cum into the head.
"All right, females, off the bed, it's time for me to take care of my
son. Art, this won't be the first time I've sucked your cock. You were
an infant and I was baby sitting one night. I had to change your diaper
and while I was powdering you, you sprang a hard on. It was so cute I
had to suck on it. You loved it. You waved your arms and gurgled and
laughed. Your body jerked five or six times and you fell asleep. After
that every time you were fretful when I was baby sitting, I would calm
you down and put you to sleep the same way. I never even told your
mother about it."
"Milt, you found that pacifier out? I thought I was the only one that
was sucking Art off to put him to sleep. I have to admit that I got as
much fun out of it as I think you did, Art."
"Where have I been all this time. I never got a chance at him till this
week. Oh, I'll admit I jerked him off and had him finger fuck me each
time I baby sat for him. If I'd known what you two had done I would
have gone farther. Do you think you would have lapped my cunt when you
were four or eight, Art? You know I bet you would have fucked me if I
showed you how. That would have been a blast."
"Gee, I don't know, Aunt Mable. I guess so. I wanted to get down and
examine your cunt while I was playing with it but I didn't have the
nerve."
"Enough of this chatter. Lie down on the bed. I'm going to give you a
trip around the world. I've never done this to a male before but I've
done it to your mother and aunt, and I know what they do to me. It'll
be an experience you won't forget."
Art lay down and spread his legs. He was willing to see what a trip
around the world was. He knew that it was going to end up with his cock
being sucked by his father and that would be something he really
wanted. To Art's surprise, instead of getting between his legs, his
father lay down beside him.
Milt started by hugging Art close and gave him a French kiss. Milt's
tongue touched his lips and Art opened them to let his father probe his
mouth and he rubbed tongues with him. His father sucked Art's tongue
into his mouth and rubbed it some more. Breaking the French kiss, Milt
licked Art's cheek and moved over toward his ear. It tickled and it
felt sort of good. When Milt nibbled on Art's ear lobe Art wiggled.
That did feel good. When his father stuck his tongue in his ear he
almost jumped off the bed.
It tickled and felt good when his father licked his way down from his
ear, around his neck, and across his upper chest. Art wiggled to show
his appreciation. Milt licked then sucked on his nipples and felt them
get crinkly and hard. He was a boy! His nipples weren't supposed to be
sensitive. He almost jumped off the bed. Milt looked up at him and
grinned. Art grinned back. There were a lot of things he didn't know.
He was going to find out what some of them were.
After getting both of Art's nipples hard, Milt licked on over Art's
lower chest and stomach. Art was surprised again at how good all of
this felt. His hips came flying off the bed when his father poked his
tongue into Art's navel. Wow! That was another real sensitive spot that
he hadn't known about. Milt continued licking down to Art's sparse
pubic hair. By this time Art was breathless and he really wanted his
cock sucked. He didn't think he could take much more. He might shoot
off before his father got his prick into his mouth. He arched his hips
up begging his father to suck on it.
Milt licked the drops of pre cum from the tip and continued down Art's
legs. Again it felt good to Art and he wiggled. His father licked the
bottom of his feet. Art wiggled and giggled. It felt good to have his
toes sucked too. Milt turned Art over and licked up his legs. Art
bounced again when his father's tongue reached the back of his knees.
Another real sensitive spot.
His Aunt Mable had licked the inside of his thighs so he knew he was
sensitive there but that didn't stop him from squirming all over the
bed. Milt licked over Art's balls and around his ass cheeks. That felt
good to but he wished his father would get in closer.
His father did. He ran his tongue up and down Art's ass crack and again
Art thought he would shoot off before his father sucked his prick. When
Milt probed his asshole with his tongue Art was sure of it.
Art knew he couldn't last much longer. So did Milt. He had given his
son a real working over. He turned Art on his back again and licked the
new drops of pre cum off the head of his prick. Art arched his hips off
the bed in supplication. This time Milt was ready to give his son a
blow job he wouldn't forget.
Milt licked all around the head of his son's adolescent prick then
sucked it into his mouth. He massaged the sensitive underside with his
tongue as he lowered his head and sucked Art's whole prick into his
mouth. Applying so much suction that his cheeks were hollow, Milt
raised his head so that only the head of Art's prick was still in his
mouth. He slowly lowered his head again and actively massaged the
sensitive underside of Art's prick with his tongue. Art's hips pushed
up to meet his father's downward motion. He pulled his hips back as his
father lifted his head.
Art's whole body was trembling. He'd never felt anything like this
before in his life. He was gasping for breath. Spurt, spurt, spurt,
spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble, dribble; Art thought his prick would
never stop shooting cum. Milt didn't let any of it escape. He drank
down his son's tribute as fast as it emerged from the head of Art's
prick.
Milt was so caught up in what he was doing he thought he was going to
come himself. He knew what women meant when they said that they got an
orgasm from sucking cock.
When Art's cock had shrunk and turned limp, Milt let it slip out of his
mouth. Milt had been right. Art would never forget this trip around the
world. He had to try it on his father. He wanted to try it on his
mother and his aunt too. He might even try it on Jerry. Would Jerry be
surprised. Maybe shocked would be a better word.
Art's prick was flaccid. Milt's prick had started to harden during the
trip around the world he'd given his son but he'd come twice in a
rather short period of time and didn't have Art's adolescent
recuperative powers. Milt wasn't ready for another round at this point
and didn't expect he would be for quite some time. After the treatment
Art had received he wouldn't be ready right away either.
Jane and Mable realized this but they'd just witnessed a very hot sex
show and were horny themselves. They'd been fingering each other's
sopping wet cunts but were too interested in watching what was going on
between the males to give each other any more attention.
"You two have been having a ball and the two of us have been sitting
here finger fucking each other. From the looks of those two pricks your
not going to be a damn bit of good to us for quite a while. It's our
turn to have the bed we're hotter than the hammers of hell. Since you
can't do anything for us I guess we have to take care of each other."
"That's right. Off the bed men. You watch us for a while. Maybe
watching what we do can get those limp pricks of yours up for another
round. How about flat fucking with me, Mable. We haven't done that
together in quite a while."
Milt grinned at them. Art pulled on his limp prick a couple of times
and looked at it. Nothing happened. He gave them a rueful grin and
shrugged his shoulders. The men surrendered the bed to the women. It
was the women's turn to put on a show.
Being twins, Jane and Mable had a close rapport and didn't have to
discuss what they wanted to do, it frequently seemed they read each
other's minds. Mable lay down on her back and Jane moved her body over
her sister's.
They French kissed and Jane carefully positioned a lip of her cunt so
that it was between the lips of Mable's cunt. This automatically
positioned one of Mable's cunt lips between hers. Jane slowly moved her
hips so that her cunt lip rubbed along the full length of Mable's and
visa versa.
Art was amazed. He couldn't figure out what the women were doing to
each other. It was obvious from the moans and wiggles that both women
were getting a charge out of it. He looked at his father and raised his
eyebrows. Milt grinned and tousled his son's hair.
"Art, you're witnessing some advanced feminine maneuvers. That position
is as old as the ancient Greeks and is commonly called flat fucking.
There is a lot of friction created by the lip of one cunt moving along
the other. Some women like it better than anything else."
Art moved between the woman's legs so he could get a better view. He
could see the wet cunts rubbing together and hear his mother's and
aunt's groans. It was obvious that both of them enjoyed the position.
He wanted to push a finger in and see how it felt.
"Put it in, Jane! Put it in now!"
When Aunt Mable made this request his mother lifted her hips. Art could
see how extended his mother's clit was. Mable positioned Jane's clit.
Jane pushed her clit inside Mable's inner cunt lips. Wow! His mother
was fucking his aunt with her clit. His mother's clit was just about as
long as his prick was when he was eight and his Aunt Mable said that
she thought of having him fuck her then. Gee he wished she had but then
he wouldn't have had the surprise and this visit wouldn't have been
nearly as much fun.
His Aunt Mable wrapped her legs around Jane's hips as if to prevent her
pulling away. He'd never heard of anything like that either. He could
see his mother's clit pull out of Aunt Mable's cunt then drive back in
again.
This was his chance to get into the act. Both assholes were in full
view. Art moved in closer and licked, first his mother's ass then his
Aunt Mable's. He got his head between the women and licked at their
cunts, catching his mother's clit each time it emerged from his Aunt
Mable's cunt. This was a lot of fun. Art's prick might not be hard yet
but he knew he had another organ that was always ready to make a cunt
feel good he knew how to use his tongue.
Both women moaned louder and their hips flew up and down. Art couldn't
get his tongue between their cunts so he went back to licking their
asses.
Milt watched his son and joined him. As Art tongue fucked his mother's
ass Milt did the same to Mable. Jane's ass contract with her orgasms
but she kept right on humping. Art and Milt kept right on probing with
their tongues until the action slowed down and both of the women
collapsed on to the bed.
"Art, you little fucker, how did you know exactly when to stick your
head in there? Wow! You don't need any more practice. I have some
friends on the west coast that would pay a couple hundred dollars for a
night with you right now. Do you want to come out there with me and
make a fortune? I know those biddies would go wild over you. I'll bet I
could get two or three hundred dollars a night."
Milt and Jane broke out laughing.
"Sister, you talk about my letch for Art. You go wild over him. I'll
bet you'd pay five hundred a night to be with him yourself. You'd never
rent him out to those other biddies at all."
"Both you women are out of your mind. Art would be ashamed to take
money for what he does. He enjoys it too much. I have to admit though,
he does have a marvelous sense of timing."
Art sat back on his heels with that shit eating grin on his face. He
knew he had done it again. He'd made everyone feel good and that made
him feel good too. "Gee, do guys get paid for doing things like that? I
thought the guys had to pay."
This brought another roar of laughter from the adults, and a lot of
hugs and kisses. That was all right with Art.
Chapter - 10
Milt had climaxed twice and that was his usual limit for any night.
They all knew that this would be an all day affair. With the added
stimulus of Art and the longer time to be covered he would be capable
of delivering several more loads of cum before the day was over.
Art had shot off four times but they were certain from their combined
experience with Herb and with Mable's experience with Art and Jerry, if
they spaced it out properly, he could be persuaded to come four or more
additional times. Art, as with most young adolescents, had remarkable
recuperative powers.
By this time both men were sporting hard pricks but the women decided
that it was time for a break. They had been fucking and sucking for
over three hours already and they wanted to conserve their men's
natural resources. They had all afternoon and evening. The women knew
that both Art and Milt would perform better and be able to deliver more
if their climaxes were spaced out over a longer period of time. They'd
had eaten a rather skimpy breakfast and Jane was sure that Art needed
more nourishment than several loads of cum and a half pint of cunt
juice.
It was only eleven so they dressed and went for a swim at a nearby
swimming pool. Art enjoyed the swim and felt refreshed after he had
swum for awhile. He found that he wasn't using as much of his time at
the pool trying to imagine what the girls' skimpy swim suits were
hiding. He wanted to go back home and resume where he had left off this
morning.
His mother insisted that they stop on the way home at an Italian
restaurant even though they all preferred Chinese food. Jane insisted
that with all the energy Art was putting out he needed a high calorie
heavy meal. Meat and pasta would do more for Art than Chinese food.
Once Art started on the meal he proved his mother was right. In spite
of the fact that he really wanted to get home and continue with what
they'd started that morning he asked for a second serving of spaghetti
after he had finished his normal meal. By the time he finished everyone
was ready to go home.
They returned to the house and Milt insisted that they rest for another
hour. They had a good time trying to outguess the contestants on two
quiz shows. By this time Mable was spreading her legs again, and as on
the previous nights, she had no undergarments on. Milt looked at his
son when he had been quiet for a few minutes and saw him gazing at his
aunt. He noticed that Art's pants were pushed out in front. Milt
laughed.
"Okay, Mable, what are you after now? As if I didn't know. How about
accepting me as a substitute and let Art fuck his mother. They haven't
fucked today."
Art looked from one adult to the other and each of them grinned and
shook their heads yes. Art started up the stairs shedding his clothes
on the way. Again the adults were slightly more dignified but it didn't
take them more than two minutes to be upstairs in their birthday suits.
They kissed and hugged all around, did a little groping, and Art made
it a point to rub up against each of them. He liked the feel of his
prick rubbing against their nude bodies.
Jane was absolutely fascinated with her son's just pubescent prick.
Mable had been right, she had peeked through the bathroom keyhole more
than once and finger fucked herself while she watched Art jerk off. She
leaned over and licked a drop of pre cum from her son's throbbing cock.
Art decided that this was a good time to try that trip around the world
bit. He lay down beside his mother and hugged and kissed her. He rubbed
her lips with his tongue until she opened her mouth to accept it.
They sucked on each other's tongues for a while and Art moved away and
licked her cheek and neck. He nibbled on her earlobe and probed her ear
with his tongue. He thought he got a satisfactory number of jumps and
wiggles. Evidently he was doing it right.
Milt and Mable had started to get together when they saw this action
going on. They watched what Art was doing and formed an impromptu
cheering section.
"Go to it, Art. Make your mother wiggle."
"Atta boy, son. Make her jump."
Art grinned at his aunt and father and went back to the job he was
doing on his mother. He was glad his father had taught him about a trip
around the world. Art licked his mother's neck and attacked the other
ear. After getting an adequate response from that ploy he licked his
way down his mother's chest and over the upper surfaces of his mother's
tits.
He licked all around the nipples and found that his mother was
particularly sensitive in the crease under each of her tits. He spent
some extra time eliciting wiggles by licking there. He moved back and
sucked on each of her nipples until it was hard and the pink ring all
around it was crinkly.
"Ahhh! Suck them baby! Suck them like you did when you were an infant.
I always had to get your father to fuck me after you nursed because you
left me so horny. Suck your mother's tits!"
Art sucked his mother's tits. He got one as hard as he could then
switched. He licked under Jane's tits and it got a violent reaction
from her. He spent some time under each of her tits. He let his prick
drag along his mother's legs as he licked on down her belly. He worked
his way around it and felt his mother tense up for the tongue probe in
her navel.
He licked all around it waiting for her to relax then he pushed in his
tongue and his mother almost jumped off the bed. He'd done that one
right too. His father and aunt applauded. Art tongue bathed his
mother's lower belly and licked all over her bush. Jane raised her hips
in supplication.
"Lap it, baby! Lap my cunt!"
Just as his father had done with his prick Art gave his mothers cunt a
few licks and sucked her clit for a head bob or two. He moved on down
to his mother's legs.
"You fucking little bastard! You're going to make me wait for the whole
trip. I'm having orgasms already!"
Both Milt and Jane roared with laughter and they applauded again. From
their reaction Art knew he was doing the right thing. He licked the
outside of each leg thoroughly all the way down to the soles of his
mother's feet. To his satisfaction he elicited giggles and wiggles from
his mother. It was a lot of fun to suck on each of his mother's toes.
After finishing all ten toes, he turned his mother on to her stomach.
His mother knew what was coming she stiffened as his tongue approached
the back of her knees. He took care of that, again he licked all around
the area and created other diversions until he felt his mother's body
relax. Now he gave each of them a heavy swipe with his tongue and his
mother almost flew off the bed again.
More laughs and applause. He paid particular attention to the sensitive
inside of his mother's thighs and had her wiggling all over the place
before he finished up in that area.
Now came the ass. He tongue bathed his mother's ass cheeks and waist,
coming near but not touching her ass crack. He was going to make his
mother really want to have her cunt lapped. When his mother relaxed
again he forcefully ran his tongue the whole length of her ass crack
and got another jump. He worked his tongue as deep as he could into her
asshole and probed that for a while. His mother was squirming all over
the bed. He applied his tongue to her cunt again.
Jane couldn't take any more, she rolled over, grabbed her son, and
pulled him up to kiss him.
"No, Art, baby! Not this time, I want to be screwed not chewed. I want
your lovely young prick jammed up my cunt as far as it will go. Fuck
your mother, Art! Fuck me!"
Jane reached between their bodies and positioned the head of Art's
prick between her inner cunt lips, it slid right into her well greased
channel, and his sparse pubic hair was pressed against his mother's
groin. He could feel his mother's cunt contracting around his prick. He
had given her a good trip around the world, she was having orgasms
already.
It was a good thing she was having her orgasms because Art couldn't
last much longer. All the things he'd been doing had gotten him pretty
hot. Art's hips flashed up and down and his mother's hips met each and
every thrust. Their groins slapped together each time Art thrust. Art
couldn't hold out any longer; spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble,
dribble; Jane's cunt gathered in her son's tribute.
Both of them collapsed, Art still laying on his mother's body. It was
more than a few moments before they caught their breaths. Art pulled
his limp prick out of his mother's cunt and moved in to lick his cum
out. Jane did the same service for Art. Both of them made sure the
whole area was clean and Jane started a new hard on for Art by tongue
fucking his ass.
"Jane, you ought to be a little more careful with your language. I know
Art is little, although his prick is fair sized for a kid his age, and
he certainly is a fucker, but he's not a bastard. I'm absolutely
certain that I'm his father."
There was more laughter and even Art joined in. He knew who his father
was, no one could convince him otherwise. He knew he wasn't a bastard.
It was time for Milt and Aunt Mable to perform while Jane and Art
watched. The two of them opted for a missionary style fuck. Watching
Art and Jane had them hot enough that they didn't want to bother with
anything fancy.
Mable lay down, Milt mounted her and inserted his prick. Art watched
the full length of his father's prick ride into his aunt's cunt. Mable
wrapped her legs around his father and wiggled her hips.
Art got between their legs so he could watch closer. He never got tired
of seeing sex up close and watching his father's big prick ride in and
out of a cunt was especially fascinating. Even though he'd just shot a
load into his mother's cunt watching from this angle had his prick
throbbing up to a new hard on.
It was while Art was fucking his aunt that his father first licked his
prick. That had really gotten to Art and he decided this would be a
good time to pay his father back. Art leaned in, licked each of the
pair of assholes as they went by, stopped and probed each of them a
couple of times.
He timed his father's thrusts and caught his father's prick as it drew
out of his aunt's cunt. He applied his tongue as hard as he could and
held it firm. As his father pushed in again he allowed his tongue to
ride with it. It went right into his aunt's cunt along with his
father's prick. He kept it pushed in as his father drew out. Wow!
"What the hell are you doing down there you little fucker?"
"That's a blast! Whatever it is, keep on doing it."
Art kept on doing it. He licked his father's prick as it came out of
his aunt's cunt and allowed his tongue to ride in along with his
father's prick. The position was a little uncomfortable but he sure was
getting a reaction. He felt his father stiffen up and Aunt Mable's hips
went faster and faster. Spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble,
dribble; Milt's load of cum gushed out of his prick.
Art was right there licking it up as it oozed out of his aunt's cunt.
He kept right on licking the prick and the cunt until his father's
prick went limp and he had the cum cleaned off of both.
"Art, How did you manage that. I thought I'd had every experience
possible but that was a new one on me."
"Gees, son, yeah. What were you doing?"
"Well, pop, the first time you touched my prick with your tongue was
when I fucked Aunt Mable. When I tried to do the same to you, your
prick dragged my tongue right into Aunt Mable's cunt. It was a lot of
fun and you seemed to like what I was doing a lot."
"You bet we did. Maybe your aunt's right. We could make a fortune
renting you out."
There was another round of laughter. Milt's prick was limp but Art's
was hard, throbbing, oozing pre cum, and pointing to the ceiling. Jane
looked at Mable; Mable looked at Jane; they both looked at Milt; all
three looked at Art.
He wondered what was going to happen. The adults had something in mind
that had to do with him. He knew it was useless to ask questions when
his family looked at him like that. He would just have to wait and find
out. He didn't have to wait long. Milt laid him down on the bed and lay
on top of him. Jane got on one side and Mable on the other. Milt
started with the French kisses and each of the women licked an ear. Art
realized what was going to happen. Wow! A three way trip around the
world.
Art wondered how long he could last under this sort of treatment. He
knew he couldn't last very long, his prick was throbbing already. He
wanted this trip around the world to last as long as possible. Art lay
back and relaxed as much as he could. He knew he wouldn't be able to
stay relaxed for long either.
The three of them followed the normal course of a trip around the
world. They worked him over, down over the neck, across the chest, suck
on his nipples, and probe his navel. There was a major difference, both
his nipples being sucked when someone pushed a tongue into his belly
button. He didn't have a chance to brace for anything that happened.
Wow!
They covered every inch of his belly down to his prick then each of the
women sucked on one of his balls while Milt licked the pre cum off the
tip. Two of the adults worked their way down his legs while the other
would attack his body at some other random point. Just when he knew
what to expect next they would switch. If the adults hadn't been
surrounding him, Art would have squirmed himself off the bed.
They licked their way up the backs of Arts legs with special attention
to the sensitive spots behind his knees and on the inside of his
thighs. In the middle of that a tongue from nowhere pushed into his
asshole and Art was almost off the bed again. They tongue bathed his
whole back and ass then two mouths sucked his balls again while a third
tongue probed his ass. Art reached his limit, pushed them away, turned
on to his back, and he arched his hips into the air begging for someone
to relieve the tension in his distended prick.
His Aunt Mable straddled him and slowly eased her cunt down over his
prick. His father licked the bottom of his prick as it slid into Aunt
Mable's cunt and went into the cunt with his Art's prick. Milt was
copying the act his son had originated earlier. Milt massaged the
underside of his son's prick. Wow! They had been right that was a
blast!
While this went on his mother caused other major distractions. She
pushed he tongue in his ear, licked his arm pits, tongue fucked his
asshole, and dabbed here and there. He reached the end of the line.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Art's cock exploded in
a magnificent come. His father's tongue kept busy and, just as he had
done, licked the cum from his shrinking prick and his Aunt Mable's cunt
at the same time. Wow! Art relaxed for the first time since the three
adults started to work him over.
The women managed another load of cum from Milt that afternoon and two
more loads from Art. After a dinner break Art was surprised when his
prick revived and they nursed another two comes from Art while Milt was
only good for one. The four of them went to sleep in the same bed but
Art didn't wake up with a hard on even though his body kept rubbing up
against the three naked adult bodies.
Chapter - 11
As he usually did, Art always woke with a hard on the next morning.
What was unusual was the fact that someone was sucking on it. He sighed
and wiggled and someone pushed their tongue in his mouth He sucked on
the tongue and wiggled some more. This must be the way it felt to die
and go to heaven.
Another tongue pushed its way up his ass. He heaved a another heavy
sigh and shot his first load of cum for the day into his mother's
mouth. Now that this was over his mother rushed him to dress for
breakfast and get ready for school.
During breakfast Art had a stray thought. He was sure Jerry was going
to ask questions. How much should he tell Jerry. He wasn't very good at
lying, he better have his story straight the first time.
His aunt made some suggestions.
"I don't know, Art. I guess it's best if you don't tell him about your
parents until I leave. The three of us could have some more fun next
Wednesday and, if your parents want, the week after that you could
initiate him to sex with the your mother and father. That'll be a first
for you, Jane, three males all to yourself. I know you'll have a ball."
"But he's going to ask what I did with Aunt Mable yesterday."
"Just tell him that we went out then we left you for the afternoon. You
fucked and sucked with Aunt Mable before we got home for dinner. It
might be fun if you didn't tell him about the trip around the world.
Then we could surprise him."
Jerry was full of questions.
"Gee, Is your aunt staying through next week?"
"Yeah, you bet."
"Do you think she'll do things with me again?"
"Oh, sure. She said she liked doing things with both of us. She told me
she can't wait for you to be there next Wednesday."
School was finally over for the day and Sally was waiting for him on
the corner. Art wanted to run home but couldn't think of any excuse so
he walked home from school with her. After they were out of sight of
the other kids she held his hand as they walked along. His prick got
hard and suddenly Art realized that it felt good holding her hand
because he wanted to do things with her. She was only twelve and Art
was sure she had never done any of those things.
Art walked the rest of the way home holding her hand with one of his
and holding his books in front of himself with the other so that Sally
wouldn't see the lump in his pants. His breath sort of caught. He would
never do anything to hurt her. He didn't want to do those things with
her but his prick did. She probably didn't even know about those
things.
Maybe he was in love with Sally. He would have to think about that. If
walking her home was going to give him a hard on he would have to jerk
off in the boys' room at school each day before they walked home. He
couldn't hide a hard prick forever. He wasn't even sure that she didn't
see the one he had now. He hoped she hadn't noticed it. He blushed,
stammered his answers, and let Sally talk away.
They finally arrived home. Aunt Mable was waiting at the door. Art said
good-bye to Sally and ran up the walkway and up the steps.
"Who's that cute girl? Is she your girl friend? Never mind, you don't
have to answer. Your blushes give you away. I have to say you picked a
pretty one. Have you ever felt her little tits or given her a French
kiss?"
Art got indignant, even his aunt couldn't talk about Sally like that.
"Gees, no, Aunt Mable. Sally's a nice girl. I wouldn't do anything like
that with her."
"Why, Art. You're in love with her. You never said a word."
Art looked at his aunt with his mouth hanging open, "I didn't realize
it till today. It felt sort of funny when she held my hand and I got a
hard on. Then I sort of got flustered. I wondered if I was in love with
her then."
"Art, you have all the symptoms, including, 'I wouldn't do anything
like that with her.' You're in love all right."
Art blushed again and his aunt hugged, kissed him, and pushed her
tongue in his mouth. Art's prick had softened but it came to attention
in a hurry. Art rubbed it against Aunt Mable's crotch and she led him
upstairs.
As usual, she sucked the first load of cum out of his prick with two
head bobs then he lapped her cunt. His prick got hard while he was
lapping her cunt and she got over him and fucked him. Then to get him
up in a hurry again, Aunt Mable pushed a finger up his ass and massaged
his prostate. His prick got hard.
"Gee, what did you do with you finger in my ass, Aunt Mable? It felt
sort of good and it sure made me hard in a hurry."
"Men have a gland back there called the prostate and I could make you
shoot off if I kept rubbing it. Some men like to have another man fuck
their ass."
"Wow! From the feel of it I bet you could. Gee, if a finger can do that
I wonder what a prick would do pushed up my ass."
"Well, some men like it. Gays do it that way all the time. Your father
and Uncle Herb did it to each other and they seemed to like it. They
both came at the same time no matter who was doing the ass fucking."
Art gave the matter some consideration. He'd like to see what it was
like to have his ass fucked. He was afraid that his father's big prick
might hurt him. He stored the information for further study.
His folks came home and walked in on Art and Mable who were still nude.
They stripped and since Art's prick wasn't hard it was obvious that
both Mable and Art were satisfied for the moment, Milt fucked Jane.
"Mom, pop, do you know I used to listen to you fuck at night? I would
try to imagine what you were doing and how you were doing it and jerk
off."
"Good, you heard us. We always tried to make enough noise so that you
would."
Art was surprised, "You wanted me to hear you?"
"Sure, we wanted you to know that happy people weren't sneaky about it.
Sex is supposed to be enjoyed."
They got dressed, Jane prepared a good dinner, and laid down the law.
"Tomorrow's a school day. If we get into some heavy sex every night Art
won't get enough sleep and he'll be exhausted the next day. Then he'll
have a problem paying attention in school. On week ends we can go in
for group sex but during the week, we pair off to go to bed. Do you
want to sleep with me tonight, Art? I want to take up where we left off
a couple of nights ago."
This set the stage for the next week. Art spent that night with his
mother and they did start out the same way they had when she sneaked
into his room the week before. They did a lot of other things too.
Art and Milt slept together one night and Art liked that too. He wanted
to fuck his father's ass but didn't think it would be fair if he
wouldn't let his father fuck his.
Over the weekend they didn't get dressed. Sex started early in the
morning when Art woke up getting a blow job. After that when either of
the women discovered a hard prick they made it soft in short order.
The next Wednesday Jerry pulled Art home at a dead run. He hadn't done
anything but jerk off for the whole week and he wanted to get to Aunt
Mable for some more fucking and sucking. Aunt Mable pulled down their
zippers and sucked the first hair trigger load out of their pricks
right where they were inside the doorway. After that they adjourned to
the guest room and this time Jerry wanted to fuck Aunt Mable's ass
while Art fucked her cunt. He'd never fucked an ass and he wanted to
try it.
The two boys shared the cunt lapping chores until both of their pricks
were hard again then arranged themselves so Jerry could fuck Mable's
ass while Art fucked her cunt. It wasn't long before both boys shot
their loads again and Mable sucked their limp pricks clean. Jerry
cleaned Art's cum out of Mable's cunt while Art sucked Jerry's cum out
of her ass.
They only had time for to get the boys up for one more round before
Art's parents were due home. Aunt Mable gave Jerry a blow job while Art
fucked her doggy style.
They dressed and were down stairs by the time Art's folks came home.
They had dinner and both boys pleaded they were tired and went up to
bed before the required bedtime. The adults grinned at each other but
didn't say a word.
Neither boy put on pajamas. They hugged each other and rubbed their
bodies together with their hard pricks between them. Jerry fondled
Art's prick and massaged the pre cum into the head.
"Jerry?"
"Yeah?"
"Remember last week when we jerked each other off?"
"Yeah, That was a lot of fun, what about it? Do you want to do it
again?"
"Remember how I licked up your cum and you licked up mine."
"Yeah, I know but that wasn't really something new, we'd already licked
each other's cum out of Aunt Mable's cunt and ass. What difference did
it make if it was from our hands?"
"I sort of liked the taste of your cum."
"I liked the taste of yours too."
Art knew what he wanted to do and he knew he could get Jerry to do it,
but he had to approach the subject gradually or Jerry might be scared
off.
"I have an idea, we could get to taste more of each other's cum if we
sucked each other off. I wouldn't mind sucking your prick and I'd like
to give you a blow job if you would do the same thing for me."
Jerry wasn't sure of that, "Wouldn't that make us queer? Only a gay
person would suck another boy's cock."
Art had expected that response and he had an answer ready. The same
answer his father had given him. "Nah, not the way we like to fuck and
suck with Aunt Mable. I don't think gays wouldn't want to do anything
with a woman. It's sort of another way to jerk each other off. Only
it's with our mouths."
"Well, okay, I think I'd like to try it." Jerry sounded reluctant but
he was the one that turned his body into the sixty nine position and
licked the head of Art's prick first.
Art didn't want any distractions this first time, "Jerry, let me suck
you off first. I can pay more attention to what I'm doing then. After
that you can suck my cock. That way I can concentrate on what I'm
feeling. We'll sixty nine another time, I want this time to be
special."
Jerry just moved up to the top of the bed and put his hands behind his
head. Art didn't want to give Jerry a trip around the world right now
because he knew his parents wanted to surprise him with that but he
couldn't resist a few licks. He licked Jerry's nipples and got the
expected response.
"I'm a boy. My nipples aren't supposed to be sensitive. Why does that
feel so good?"
Art licked Jerry's belly, then all around his prick. He licked up the
few drops of pre cum that formed on the tip of Jerry's prick. As he
licked Jerry's balls, Jerry lifted his hips so Art had a better target.
Art ran his tongue up and down Jerry's ass crack then probed his
asshole. By this time Jerry was panting. He was afraid he would shoot
off before Art even sucked his prick into his mouth.
"Wow! That feels good, but I can't wait, suck my prick, please."
Art licked toward Jerry's prick but he wasn't rushing things. He sucked
on Jerry's balls and licked the sensitive underside of his cock. He
gathered some of the loose skin under Jerry's pisshole into his mouth
and he massaged it with his tongue. Jerry was squirming. This was just
as good as Aunt Mable, maybe better because it was his best friend
doing it to him.
Art licked the pre cum from the tip of Jerry's prick and ran his tongue
around the helmet. Art sucked Jerry's cock into his mouth. He massaged
the underside of his prick with his tongue, as he lowered his head. He
found his mother and aunt Mable were right. He could do a more with
Jerry's prick than he could do with his father's.
Jerry's prick just reached the entrance to Art's throat when Art's chin
was resting on his balls. Art swallowed. It wasn't the big thing that
it was when he swallowed around his father's prickhead but Jerry
jumped. Art sucked hard and massaged the underside of Jerry's prick.
This time as Art started down Jerry's hips came off the bed and he
jammed his prick as far into Art's throat as he could. As Jerry's hips
fell back to the bed Art pulled up and tongue massaged the underside of
Jerry's prick again.
Jerry was breathing heavily. It was hours since he shot off and he
didn't have much lasting power. This was the best blow job he ever had.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble; Art drank down his
offering of cum and gently sucked until Jerry's prick was limp. With a
final gentle suck Art pulled his head away and let Jerry's limp prick
slide out of his mouth. He grinned at Jerry. Jerry took a deep breath
and grinned right back.
"Wow! We should have done this a long time ago. All that time we wasted
talking about jerking each other off when we could have been sucking
each other's cocks like this."
"Yeah, but we only got up nerve enough to jerk each other off last
week. We're not doing bad. We can do this all the time after Aunt Mable
leaves. I liked sucking your prick. It was neat."
"It's my turn to suck you off now. I'll see if I can do all those
things for you that you did for me."
Jerry meant it. He knew that Art had done a good job sucking his cock
and he wanted to be just as good a cocksucker as Art was. He wanted to
make Art feel as good as Art had made him feel. Aunt Mable always
started with French kisses.
For the first time Jerry kissed Art and rubbed his lips with his
tongue. Art opened his mouth without hesitation and sucked Jerry's
tongue into his mouth. He sucked on Jerry's tongue for a moment then
pushed his tongue into Jerry's mouth and Jerry sucked on Art's tongue
and rubbed it with his own. Wow! This was a blast. His father was
right. Boys could have just as much fun with boys as they had with
girls.
Jerry licked Art's nipples and was surprised at how hard they got. They
hardened and the skin around them got all goosefleshy. He licked some
more. Jerry licked all around Art's prick and licked off the drops of
pre cum. Art lifted his hips and Jerry licked his ass crack and tongue
fucked his ass. He licked back down and sucked on Art's balls then
licked right on up his cock to the pisshole. Get the new drops of pre
cum. Lick all around the head.
Jerry was as deliberate as Art had been, sucking Art's prick into his
mouth. He ran his tongue round and round on the sensitive underside of
Art's prick. Jerry almost reached Art's groin when Art pushed his hips
off the bed forcing his prick into the entrance to Jerry's throat.
Jerry almost gagged and swallowed to avoid it. Art jumped. Boy that was
what Art had been doing to him. Jerry pushed his head down and
swallowed again. It was fun making Art jump.
Jerry pulled up and Art's hips relaxed. Jerry ran his tongue around the
rim of Art's prick head then moved down again. Suck hard and rub with
your tongue. Make the good feeling last as much as possible. Wow! Art's
hips were bouncing off the bed. He was going to shoot off pretty soon.
Jerry speeded up his head bobbing and sucked so hard his cheeks were
hollow.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Art's young boy cum
boiled out of his prick into Jerry's sucking mouth. Jerry swallowed
Art's cum as fast as it erupted from his prick. He kept on sucking
until Art's prick lost all its hardness. Jerry pulled his head up until
Art's prick slid out of his mouth then moved back to kiss Art. They
hugged and kissed for a while and fell asleep.
Jerry woke up. Art was tickling his ass. Art pushed a finger up his ass
and Jerry almost jumped off the bed. Wow! That was something. His prick
which had been soft was now hard as a rock.
"Jerry?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you like fucking Aunt Mable's ass."
"Gees, yeah, that was fun. It was real tight there. Much tighter than
her cunt."
"They say that both guys shoot off when a boy fucks another boy's ass."
"Yeah? How come?"
"Well, there's a gland there with nerves that connect to the nerves in
the head of your prick."
"You want to try it?"
"Yeah, do you?"
"I don't see why not. You fuck my ass first so I can see if it makes me
shoot off."
"Okay"
Jerry was willing to try anything. He hadn't been led wrong once. He
knew his ass was sensitive but he still couldn't understand how someone
could make him shoot off without touching his prick. He had lost a lot
of his inhibitions and now he was willing to have Art fuck his ass so
he could find out.
Jerry got on his hands and knees. Art got behind him, licked his ass
crack, and deposited some spit in his asshole. Art got on his knees
behind Jerry, took a firm hold on his hips, and pushed the head of his
prick into Jerry's asshole.
"Ouch! That hurts! Take it easy."
"Shall I pull out? I don't want to hurt you."
"It's beginning to feel better now. Just take it easy. Push your prick
in a little at a time."
"All right, say when."
"It feels good now in a funny sort of way. Push in a little more. Wait
now. Okay It feels real good. Push in some more."
"I can't my whole prick is all the way up your ass already."
"I like it. Just like when you pushed your finger in my ass. Try
fucking my ass it doesn't hurt at all now."
Art flexed his hips. His prick pulled out of Jerry's asshole until only
the head was buried and plunged back in. Boy, Jerry's ass was tight. He
didn't know how long he could last at this rate. He slowed down his
pumping.
"Gee, that feels real good. I'm glad you heard about this. Fuck my ass,
Art, fuck my ass. I bet I shoot off before you do."
Art fucked Jerry's ass. He set a slow steady rhythm the same way he did
when he was fucking a woman. He pushed his prick in and pulled it out.
Jerry caught Art's rhythm and moved his hips back and forth to get the
deepest penetration he could get. It as good to Jerry as it did to Art.
He picked up the tempo.
Jerry picked up the tempo right along with him. "Wow! You are going to
make me come this way. I'm going to shoot off real soon. Are you ready
to shoot off yet, Art?"
"I'm trying to hold back till you come."
Both boys reached their limits. As if on signal; spurt, spurt, spurt,
spurt; jets of cum shot out of Jerry's prick. Dribble, dribble; the
rest dripped out. Jerry's asshole contracted with each spurt and each
dribble and that set Art off. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble,
dribble; Art's load of cum shot up Jerry's ass.
"Gee, I didn't believe you when you said that you could make me come by
fucking my ass, but you sure did. It is the strangest feeling but it's
good though."
"I want you to fuck my ass now but neither of us has a hard on. Let's
suck each other till we get hard then you can fuck my ass and I can
find out what it feels like to have a prick up my ass."
The boys got into a sixty nine position and went to work on each
other's limp prick. Art licked his way down Jerry's ass crack and
sucked his cum out of Jerry's ass before probing it with his tongue.
Jerry knew what Art was doing and followed his lead. He probed Art's
asshole with his tongue.
This had the desired affect of raising both pricks to an acceptable
state of hardness. Art got on his knees and looked over his shoulder at
Jerry.
Jerry hesitated and showed some initiative of his own, "Uh, Art?"
"Yeah?"
"I got an idea."
"Yeah?"
"Why don't you lay on your back and lift your hips off the bed. Then I
can face you while I'm fucking your ass. I think I'd like to try it
that way."
"That sounds like a good idea. Let's try it. If it doesn't work we can
always do it the other way."
Art lay on his back and raised his hips. Jerry forced his head under
Art's hips to deposit a good sized gob of spit on his asshole. He moved
up over Art and placed the head of his cock on Art's asshole. He pushed
and it popped right in. Jerry's prick didn't cause Art the pain Art's
prick had caused Jerry's ass. Art wiggled his hips and Jerry's prick
slid all the way in.
Jerry pumped his hips and his prick slid in and out of Art's ass. Art
pumped back. They got into a slow rhythm and gradually picked up the
pace. Jerry kissed Art. Art sucked Jerry's tongue into his mouth. This
position was better than the other one. Art felt his come build up and
he was grunting with each push. Jerry grunted right along with him.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Art's cum gushed out
between their bodies. Art's ass contractions had an immediate affect.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble; Art's ass was deluged
with Jerry's load of cum. Their pricks went limp and Jerry's pulled out
of Art's ass.
There was a lot of good cum on both boys bellies. They licked each
other off. Jerry sucked his cum out of Art's asshole then they sucked
each other's pricks clean and, exhausted as they were, fell asleep each
using the other's prick as a pacifier.
That was the way Jane found them the next morning. She backed out of
the room and knocked on the door to wake them up for breakfast.
Since they were in position and both of them had their wake up hards
on, they pulled the hair triggers and sucked a load of cum out of each
other's cock before they went to the bathroom to wash up.
Chapter - 12
Aunt Mable had left. Life settled into a more normal routine, if having
sex with your parents can be considered normal. Art missed sex with his
aunt every afternoon but he wasn't shut out completely. Every other
night his mother or father would go to bed with him and they wouldn't
leave until he fell into an exhausted sleep. On the weekend they all
slept together and that was a ball. Art hardly ever jerked off any more
except on the night no one went to bed with him.
Wednesday rolled around and Jerry was due for his weekly visit. Jane
and Milt laid out the plans for the seduction of Jerry and coached Art
on what his best method of approach should be.
Art and Jerry rushed home and did a quick sixty nine as soon as they
could get out of their clothes. After the hair trigger load was shot
they took turns fucking each other's ass. After coming three times each
they were dressed and downstairs when Art's folks got home.
They had dinner and, as arranged, Art got Jerry up to the bedroom
shortly after. everything had been planned. Art got Jerry into a sixty
nine position and they were sucking cock when Milt and Jane walked into
the room. They had no more clothes on than the boys did.
Jerry was shocked when he heard Milt say, "Is this a closed party or
can anyone join in?"
Jerry pulled away from Art and tried to pull a sheet over himself. Art
held his hips and kept sucking Jerry's prick even though Jerry lost his
hard on. Jerry was panicky but he finally realized that Art didn't seem
to mind and that his parents had no clothes on. Art must be doing
things with his parents and they were going to do things with him too.
He finally found his voice, "Uh, sure, it's open. Join in."
Jerry sucked Art's still hard prick back into his mouth and his own
prick came back to attention. Milt got behind Jerry and Jane got behind
Art. They tongue fucked the boys' asses. The boys last come was a
couple of hours ago. They didn't last long. Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt,
dribble, dribble; Art nursed a load of cum out of Jerry's prick. Spurt,
spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; his own load gushed into
Jerry's mouth. Milt and Jane kept right on tongue fucking the boys'
asses. Their perseverance paid off. Both boys had new hards on before
they withdrew their pricks from the other's mouth.
Jerry was breathless, "Art, you've been doing things with your mother
and father."
Art grinned back at him, "I sure have. That's how I found out it was
fun to suck a cock. I don't think I'd have had the nerve to start that
with you if pop hadn't said it was all right. It's lots of fun doing
things with them. You should try sucking my mother's clit, it's longer
than Aunt Mable's. That's a blast. You can make her wiggle all over the
place. I like sucking pop's prick to. It's real big and it gets way
down your throat before you swallow. I can really make him jump that way."
Jerry still couldn't quite believe what was happening, "They want to do
things with me too?" He turned to Milt and Jane, "Do you want to do the
same things with me that you do with Art?"
Jane reassured him, "We sure do. The four of us can have a ball every
Wednesday night but you better not let you mother know. I'm sure she
wouldn't approve."
"Oh gee, I won't say a word. It's two weeks already and I haven't told
anyone. I don't intend to. Can I visit for a weekend sometimes too?"
"I don't see why not. Too much sex on a school night isn't good for
growing young boys. They don't get enough sleep. If you visit over a
weekend we can do a lot more and take our time doing it."
Art remembered what Aunt Mable had said and he wanted to get things
started, "Mom, you wanted three males at one time. What do you want us
to do?"
Jane had a big grin, "That's easy. I want one prick in my cunt, one in
my ass, and one in my mouth. That's something I've fantasized about for
a long time."
Art took charge. "Jerry, fuck mom's ass while pop fucks her cunt. You
have no idea how good that big prick of his feels rubbing against yours
inside mom. You can give me a blow job at the same time, mom? That's
what you want isn't it?"
"That's exactly what I want. We'll start that way and when we get your
father's prick up a second time, the three of you will switch. When and
if we can get Milt up the third time, you'll switch again. I think that
can be managed but if he can't get it up the third time we'll think of
something else. Maybe I'll sixty nine with one of you boys while the
other fucks my ass. I know that by the time Milt gets his prick up
again both you boys will have raging hards on. I want each one of those
three pricks in each one of my holes before the night's over."
Jerry knew what was expected, he deposited spit in Jane's ass and
buried his prick in it. Milt inserted his prick into Jane's cunt. Art
presented his prick for his mother to suck. His ass was in front of his
Milt's face so Milt licked his ass and tongue fucked his asshole. The
dance of pleasure started. Jerry pushed in his prick as Milt pulled his
out. Then he pulled out while Milt pushed in.
"Wow, this is a blast. Your father's prick sure is rubbing mine real
hard. I'm glad you just sucked me off, Art, or I'd be shooting my cum
already."
"That's why I got us into that sixty nine. I knew neither of could last
very long without that first come."
"Can the chatter and start fucking."
Everybody started fucking. Jane caught Milt's and Jerry's rhythm and
pushed her ass back against Jerry when he was pushing in and her cunt
against Milt when his hips plunged forward. Each time his mother's head
came forward Art pushed his prick as far into her mouth as he could. As
he pulled back his father pushed his tongue up his ass.
Jerry felt Milt's prick ride against his and liked the sensation.
Milt loved having sex with his son and wife, Jerry just added some
spice to the pudding.
Art loved having sex with both his mother and father. Having one tongue
fuck his ass while the other sucked his cock was one of his favorite
positions.
Jane was living a nymphomaniacs dream. Three pricks at once, one in
each hole. She loved to suck Art's adolescent prick because she could
do so much with it. Her husband's big prick in her cunt was a blast.
And Jerry's prick up her ass added frosting to the cake.
Jane started her orgasms early on. She was moaning around Art's prick
and that set him off. He delivered a load of cum into her greedy mouth.
She kept right on sucking after he lost his hard on. His father kept
probing his ass with his tongue even when he felt the asshole contract
with his jets of cum. This caused Art's prick to get hard again before
his mother released it from her mouth.
Jane's asshole contracted with her orgasms. That sucked Jerry's load of
cum out of his prick. He panted and puffed as his prick shank to its
limp state. Milt was the last and his hips jerked and delivered his
massive load of cum into his wife's convulsing cunt.
There was a cleanup frenzy. Art sucked Jerry's cum out of Jane's ass.
Jerry dove for Jane's cunt and sampled Milt's cum. Jane licked Milt's
big prick clean and Jerry was surprised when Milt sucked his prick into
his mouth to clean it off. Jerry's prick came back to an immediate hard
on. He liked the feel of Milt sucking his cock. He knew he had to try
sucking Milt's cock some day. He wondered if he could get it all in his
mouth. Art said that he could. Jane took inventory. The two boys had
hard pricks and Milt's was still limp. She took it in her mouth to work
on it.
This time Art cocked his head and grinned, "Mom, I can get him hard
faster than that."
Jane backed off and asked, "How?"
Art had a big grin on his face, "I'll show you." He moved in behind
Milt and jammed his prick up his father's ass. Three strokes and Milt's
prick was hard again. He pulled his prick out and was still grinned at
his mother and father.
Milt broke out laughing. "What made you think of that?"
"Well, Aunt Mable stuck her finger up my ass to get me hard in a hurry
one time. Then Jerry and I fuck each other's ass and we know that the
one being fucked doesn't have to be hard in the beginning. My prick
isn't big, but it's bigger than a finger. I was sure that I could give
you a hard on real quick that way. I've wanted to fuck your ass for a
long time but I'm afraid of your big prick up my ass."
Both adults roared with laughter.
"Art, you can do it the next time we spend a night together. You'd be
surprised at how big a prick you can take up your ass, but I won't do
anything until you're ready. Maybe we can try and I'll stop if it hurts
you."
Jane wanted to get on with the current night's activities. "Okay, okay,
one of these days I'll leave you three males to have some fun together.
This is my night and I'm ready for the next round."
Jane was anxious to suck on Jerry's cock. She relished the idea of
another adolescent prick to nurse on. This round Art would fuck her
cunt and Milt would take her ass. Milt eased his eight inch cock into
place. Art slid his prick into his mothers cunt. Jerry offered his
prick for sucking. Jane wasted no time, she slurped it in her mouth and
Art sucked on his balls, gave his ass crack several licks and centered
his attention on Jerry's asshole.
They were ready to go. Art and Milt took very few stokes before getting
into their opposing rhythm. Art realized this was the first time he'd
fucked his mother's cunt while his father was fucking her ass. The
friction between their pricks was just as good this way as the other
way. Jane picked up their rhythm and swayed her hips back and forth to
meet their thrusts.
Jerry pumped his prick into Jane's mouth and he liked the way she
sucked cock. He liked the feel of Art tongue fucking his ass too. He
guessed he would like the way anyone would suck his cock. He couldn't
wait till Milt sucked on his prick and nursed a load of cum out of his
balls, but he was a little afraid of trying to suck on Milt's big
prick. He didn't know if he could get a cock that big into his mouth.
Art pumped away but he felt that he was going to come too soon. He was
always ready to shoot off before his father but last week he discovered
a trick that kept him from coming so soon. He started to do
multiplication tables in his head. He steadied his pumping pace and
matched his father. His mother started her orgasms and her cunt
contractions were more than his sensitive prick could take. Spurt,
spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; he deposited this load of cum
in Jane's cunt.
Jerry's ass was contracting against Art's tongue and he felt the spurt,
spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble; of Jerry's cum shooting into his
mother's mouth. His best friend's ass relax as Jane sucked his prick
down to limpness. Sucking Jerry's load of cum out of his prick had
another affect. Jane's cunt went into more violent convulsions and
milked Art's prick as spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Milt's
load shot up his wife's ass.
Cleanup time and Jerry wanted to find out if he could get Milt's prick
in his mouth when it was soft. He nursed on it while Milt cleaned
Jane's ass and Jane sixty nined with Art. The cleanup accomplished they
all lay back and caught their breaths.
Jane didn't want the boys to be up too late. She told Milt to nurse
Jerry's cock to a hard state and she went to work on Art. It felt good
to Jerry to have Milt licking his prick. Both boys, of course, raised
hards on when their asses were probed. It was Jerry's turn to get
Milt's prick hard and he thought that was a treat too. He had a big
grin on his face as he pumped his prick into Milt's ass a half dozen
times. That did the trick and Milt's prick stiffened.
It was Milt's turn for a blow job. Jerry was to fuck Jane's cunt while
Art fucked her ass. They all got into position and the bedsprings
started to squeak. This was Milt's third come and the fourth for the
boys. None of them were on a hair trigger and none of them were in a
hurry. The motion kept up for over ten minutes. Jane was moaning around
Milt's prick and her body was bouncing all over the bed before the
inevitable eruption of spurts and dribbles.
Again the cleanup and Jane took Milt out of the boys bedroom telling
them to go to sleep. Art didn't say a word. Jerry just said one word
before he fell into an exhausted sleep.
"Wow!"
They woke up once during the night did a sixty nine together.
Chapter - 13
Jane walked in the boys' bedroom next morning and found two sound
asleep boys naked and without any bed clothes over them. Each had an
appealing adolescent prick laying limply against his thigh. She had no
trouble fixing that, she licked first one then the other prick. Both
pricks came to attention and pointed to the ceiling. The boys muttered
and squirmed in their sleep but they didn't wake up.
She sucked Jerry's cock into her mouth. He muttered and his hips pumped
up off the bed before he woke up. Jane shushed him then continued
sucking until he rewarded her with a hip jerk and a load of cum.
She transferred her attentions to Art's prick. Art reacted the same
way. His first hip pumps were purely reflexive before he woke up. He
liked to wake up in the morning feeding his mother or his father a load
of cum.
It was a school day. She shooed the boys into the bathroom to wash up
and made breakfast for them. Two very contented boys ate a good
breakfast and were on the way to school in short order. As they came
out the door Sally met them and walked with them. Art wanted to hold
her hand but he couldn't because Jerry was there.
Art did hold hands with Sally on the way home that afternoon. As usual
he had to hold his books in front of him so Sally wouldn't see his hard
on. He would jerk off as soon as he got home. He missed his Aunt Mable
and the quick blow job when he came in the door. He was startled out of
his thoughts.
Sally came after him with a verbal jab. "Why are you holding your books
like that, Art?"
Art didn't know how to answer "Uh, I don't know, I just do."
Sally wouldn't accept that answer. "I've watched you and you only do it
when you're walking with me."
Art stammered, "Uh, - ah, - well, - you just don't see me when I do."
Sally was persistent. "Why don't you carry them the way you usually
do?"
Art became emphatic, he wanted this conversation over with. "Because I
like to carry them this way!"
Sally wouldn't be put off. "Let me see you carry them the other way."
Art got sullen. "Uh, I don't want to."
Sally let loose with an uppercut and caught Art with his defenses down.
"Is it because you don't want me to see that your thing is pushing your
pants out? I like to see that. It makes me warm between my legs."
Art couldn't answer. He blushed and stammered and didn't know what to
say. He couldn't talk to Sally like he did to his Aunt Mable or to
Jerry.
Sally came after him with a knock down blow. "I don't mind. I think
it's cute. It means that you like me and that you want to do things
with me that we're not supposed to do. I sort of like that. Please
carry your books the regular way. Your books don't hide all of it
anyway. Seeing it gets me wet and when I get home I have to rub between
my legs because of it."
Art was still upset. "I can't do that, Sally, some one might see.
You're embarrassing me. I can't talk to you about that."
Sally didn't accept that. "Oh pooh, why not. I want to talk to you
about those things."
Art reverted to a male outlook. "But you're a girl."
Sally wouldn't accept that either. "Yeah, and you're a boy. I'm tired
of talking to girls that don't know any more than I do about those
things. I want to talk to you about them."
Art tried to play innocent. "Why should I know any more than your girl
friends?"
Now Sally blushed and stammered. "Uh, - oh, - Art, my bedroom is
opposite you guest room? I accidentally looked over there the first day
your aunt was visiting. After that I watched every day. I saw you doing
all those things with your Aunt Mable."
Art wanted to crawl under the sidewalk.
Again Sally came after him with quick left jab. "I want you to do those
things with me."
Art dodged, "I can't do those things with you, Sally!"
Not acceptable, "Why not?"
Art grabbed the first excuse he could think of, "You're only twelve
years old."
Still not acceptable, "So are you but you did them with your aunt."
Back to the adolescent boy reasoning, "But you're a girl."
Sally was exasperated, "That makes no difference." She got more
explicit, "My cunt gets wet the same way your prick gets hard."
Now Sally was using words he could never say when she could hear them.
Art blushed and stammered again but this time Sally just waited.
Art found another excuse that he thought was real good. "But I can't,
if I did those things with you, you might get pregnant."
Sally had an easy out for that one. "Oh, Art, I won't get pregnant.
When I had my first period, eight months ago my mother told me that I
shouldn't fuck, only she said I shouldn't have sexual relations, but if
I was going to that I should tell her and she would get me the pill. I
told her I had no intention of fucking anyone, and I didn't then, but I
wanted the pill right away. That Way I wouldn't have to tell her when I
did anything. She argued with me but finally agreed. I've been taking
the pill for six months now."
Art made one more hopeless appeal, "But, Sally, I love you. I don't
want to do those things with you. It's not right."
Sally had some more right and left jabs. "Does you father fuck your
mother?"
Art saw where this was leading but couldn't figure a way out. "Uh,
yeah."
Sally continued, "Do your mother and father love each other?"
Art stammered, "Uh, yeah, sure they do."
Sally came up with the logical conclusion, "Well, I love you and you
just said you love me, why shouldn't we fuck and do other things. I saw
your Aunt Mable suck your cock and I want to do that. Boy did my cunt
get wet when I saw that. I finger fucked myself while I was watching. I
love you more than your Aunt Mable does. I want to marry you some day.
I think I ought to be able to suck your cock too."
Now Sally had Art trapped in the corner and was delivering body blows.
Art had surprised himself when he told Sally he loved her. He was even
more surprised when she told him that she loved him. He had hoped she
did but thought that she just walked home with him because it was
convenient. He could picture Sally sucking on his prick and he almost
shot off. He wanted to lap her cunt so bad his mouth was watering. The
one thing he was afraid of was fucking her. He'd heard that you had to
tear something inside a girl's cunt to fuck her the first time and he
was afraid he might hurt her.
While Art was mulling over all this material they arrived home. Art
started up the path to his house but Sally wouldn't let go his hand.
She pulled him toward her house. Her parents worked too and no one was
home there. She held his hand firmly as she took out her keys and
opened the door. She pulled him inside and it was a repeat of what his
Aunt Mable had done that first time.
Sally turned to him and put her arms around him. He dropped his books.
She pushed her body against his and his hard prick pushed into her
crotch. When she kissed him, Art pushed his tongue into her mouth and
Sally sucked on it. She pushed her tongue into Art's mouth and he
sucked on hers.
Tongue dueling with Sally didn't cool off Art's prick. It throbbed and
pressed against Sally's cunt. She reached down and touched where his
prick was pushing out his pants. He almost shot off and pulled his back
so he wouldn't make a mess in his pants.
Sally didn't want to wait any more, "Oooo, Art, I want to see your
prick. Let's go to my room."
Sally pulled Art upstairs to her bedroom. Things came to a screeching
halt. Both kids turned shy. They didn't know what to do next. Art knew
but this was Sally. How could he take off his pants in front of Sally?
He did want to see Sally without clothes, but he was bashful about
removing his own. He finally turned his back and unbuckled his belt. He
took off his shirt and undershirt. He kicked off his shoes. He blushed
and lowered his trousers. He looked over his shoulder and Sally was
still standing there, her eyes wide with wonder, her mouth open, and
her pink tongue licked her lips. She still had all her clothes on.
It was Art's turn to get things moving. "That's not fair. You're not
getting undressed."
Sally started to tear her clothes off and Art turned away again. He let
his pants drop and pushed his jockey shorts off. He looked over his
shoulder again and Sally had all of her clothes off. Slowly he turned
around.
Art stared at her with his mouth hanging open. Sally was beautiful. She
had no more hair around her cunt than he had around his prick and it
did nothing to hide her slit. It was blond and he could see little
beads of moisture along the lips of her cunt. He knew that meant she
was horny. His prick throbbed and beads of pre cum seeped out of his
pisshole. His prick stood at attention and pointed up toward the
ceiling.
Her tits weren't very big but they stood almost straight out from her
body. The nipples were hard and pointy and the aureoles surrounding
them were all crinkly so Art knew that Sally really was horny and that
she really wanted him. He wanted to go over, suck on those tits, and
work his finger into her cunt, but he was still shy with Sally.
Sally did her own staring and she thought that Art was beautiful too.
His smooth skin covered a mildly muscular body. She could see where the
muscles were going to enlarge on his chest. His ribs barely showed
through and they made him look slim. He didn't have much waist yet but
you could see it starting.
His three and a half inch prick was hard and pointed toward the
ceiling. The shaft was alabaster white and had a fine tracery of blue
veins showing. There was a drop of fluid poised on the tip of the rose
colored head and she could see another drop oozing out of his pisshole.
Sally was shy at this point too, but she wasn't as shy as Art. As if in
a daze, she moved across the four feet that separated the two kids. She
reached down and barely touched that drops of moisture on the tip of
Art's prick. Art finally moved and placed his hand on one of Sally's
pubescent tits. Sally pressed her hand over his and used the other hand
to rub that drop of moisture into the head of his prick. Art's hips
jerked when she did it and she liked that.
Art reached down and ran a finger along the outside of Sally's cunt and
her hips flexed forward to give him better access. Art's finger slipped
in, he rubbed her clit and pushed one finger between the inner lips. He
worked his finger in and out.
Sally wrapped her fingers around Art's prick and stroked up and down.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Art's hair trigger
responded. He blasted a load of cum against Sally's body. As if in a
dream, Sally massaged the cum into Art's shrinking prick. When it was
totally soft, Art sank to his knees and licked the cum off of Sally's
belly.
He worked his way down to her fine, blond, cunt hair and cleaned all of
his cum out of it. He licked along the outside of Sally's pubescent
cunt. Sally moaned and pushed her crotch farther forward. Art separated
the outer lips with his fingers, licked her hard young clit, and pushed
his tongue as far into her cunt as he could. Sally's hips rocked back
and forth. She'd seen Art do this to Aunt Mable and wondered what it
felt like. Art wrapped his arms around Sally's hips and sucked on her
clit.
The next time Art thrust his tongue into Sally's cunt he could feel it
contracting. He was making Sally have orgasms. Art redoubled his
efforts and licked as hard as he could along the length of Sally's
cunt. Sally couldn't take any more. She pushed Art away and sat down on
her bed.
"I never thought that could feel so good. Oh, Art, I love you. You made
me feel better than I ever felt in my life. I saw what your aunt did
and I have to do that for you. I want to make you feel as good as you
made me feel."
Sally pulled Art onto the bed with her, held his resurgent prick in one
hand and cautiously licked its head. Art's hips jerked and Sally looked
up at him and grinned. "You liked that?"
"Gees, yeah. But maybe you shouldn't suck my prick. You may not like it
if I shoot my stuff into your mouth. I don't think I could pull away if
you were sucking me and I was ready to shoot off."
As with most twelve year olds, Art was a romantic and he was very
gallant. He felt a girl was fragile. She should be protected and
handled with kid gloves to keep any damage from happening.
Sally was much more practical. She knew what she wanted and she was
going to get it. "Oh, Art, I want to suck your prick till I make you
come and I want you to shoot cum in my mouth. I love you! I love all of
you. I want to get as much of you as I can. You're cum is part of you
too. I want to drink it and have that much of you for ever."
Sally lowered her mouth over the head of Art's prick and sucked the
rest of it into her mouth. Art lay back on the bed and gasped. It did
feel better if you were in love with the one you were having sex with.
It felt like his heart was going to expand and burst when he lapped her
cunt. When he made her come he almost cried he felt so good. He relaxed
to appreciate all the sensations that Sally's cock sucking was inducing
in his body.
Sally didn't have Art's experience, but she was having the same
thoughts. She wasn't exaggerating when she said that Art had made her
feel better than she ever had in her life. By the time she had to push
his head away from her cunt she was almost crying for joy. She wanted
to be as close to Art as she could and having his prick in her mouth
was about as close as she could imagine. Maybe having his prick in her
cunt felt closer, but she hadn't tried fucking yet. That would come
later.
Art's prick in her mouth felt so good to her that her cunt contracted
with minor orgasms. She raised and lowered her head, running her tongue
over as much of Art's prick as she could. She wanted him to shoot his
cum into her mouth. She wanted to taste Art's essence but she wanted to
make him feel good too. She didn't want to make him shoot off too soon.
She bobbed her head, then stopped to lick around the head of his prick
again. She noticed Art's hips jerk when she licked under the pisshole.
That must be a real sensitive spot like her clit was. She licked there
some more. She couldn't wait any longer. She sucked his prick back into
her mouth and bobbed her head faster.
Art was only twelve years old and could only relax for so long when his
prick was being sucked. Art's hips came up off the bed and drove his
prick into Sally's throat. Sally instinctively swallowed and felt Art's
hips jerk. He liked that. She raised her head again and Art drew his
hips back. He plunged his hips up again as Sally moved her head down.
Sally swallowed again and got another hip jerk.
Wow! This was fun. She liked making Art react like that. It was as if
she had total control over the actions of his body. She bobbed her head
again and the same sequence followed. Even though she knew it was going
to happen and she wanted it to happen she was totally unprepared when;
spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Art's essence boiled
out of his prick into her mouth. Some of it leaked out before she could
swallow it all. She wasn't going to let any of her lover's precious cum
go to waste. She followed the trail of the leaked cum over Art's balls
and along his ass crack.
Sally was shocked when she found herself licking Art's asshole. But
this was part of Art too and she wanted all of him. She felt his body
jerk and got over her distaste. She licked his asshole even harder than
the first time. She was willing to do anything that made Art feel good.
Sally was astonished when Art's limp prick came right back to attention
again. She realized she had made an important discovery. If she wanted
to make Art's prick hard, all she had to do was lick his ass.
Art pulled Sally up beside him and kissed and hugged her. She was
surprised to see that there were tears in his eyes but she knew they
were tears of joy not from a feeling of sadness. She his body pressed
against hers and she was almost crying with joy too. She hugged Art and
kissed him right back. She liked the feel of his tongue in her mouth
and the experience of having her tongue sucked.
She felt Art's hard prick pressed between their bodies. She wanted that
prick buried in her cunt.
"Art?"
Art knew something else was coming. "Yeah?"
Sally stated the obvious. "Your prick's hard again."
Art was still noncommittal, "Yeah."
Now was the time. "I want you to fuck me."
Art was afraid of hurting Sally. "I can't do that. I don't want to hurt
you."
Sally was insistent. "It can't hurt too much or there wouldn't be any
babies."
Art stated the obvious. "But you're a virgin."
Sally was just as obvious. "You can make me an unvirgin."
Art let out his real problem. "I'm afraid of hurting you. I'd have to
break your maidenhead."
Sally resorted to a vague threat. "If I have another boy break my
maidenhead, then would you fuck me?"
Art was horrified. "Oh, Sally, you can't do that."
Sally made her threat explicit. "Art, If you don't do it now I'll wait
till next Wednesday and get Jerry to do it, I saw him in there with you
and Aunt Mable."
Art was wretched. "Sally, please don't do that."
Sally was adamant. "Then fuck me!"
Sally had Art backed into a corner. He couldn't bare the idea of Jerry
fucking Sally, even though he didn't mind sharing his aunt and mother
with him. Sally said she would go to Jerry and get him to fuck her if
Art didn't and she sounded as if she meant it. He could only see one
course of action open to him. That was to fuck Sally right now. He
really wanted to do it but he was horrified at the idea of hurting her.
Art finally gave in. "All right, I'll try, but I'm afraid of hurting
you."
Sally was satisfied and tried to calm his fears. "They say it only
hurts for a little. Just push your prick in and wait till the hurt
stops. Then we'll fuck."
Sally lay on her back and spread her legs. Art got between them. Seeing
her damp cunt, he leaned over and gave it a few licks.
Sally pulled her hips back. "No, Art, I want you to fuck me not lap my
cunt."
Art moved his body over hers. She positioned his prick head at the
entrance to the inner lips of her cunt and Art pushed down with his
hips. His prick went in about an inch and he felt a barrier that
prevented farther penetration. He pushed down harder, his prick pressed
against something and he couldn't get it to go in any farther. He was
almost crying with frustration.
Sally was frustrated too. "Oh, boys! You're all scaredy cats. Let me
get on top."
They switched positions and Sally centered Art's prick at the entrance
to those inner lips again. She eased herself down till she felt the
pressure of the head of his prick against her maidenhead.
She lifted her body until only the tip of Art's cock was held in her
cunt and sat down hard. Something inside ripped. Her cunt slid down
over Art's prick and he felt some warm liquid flow over it. He looked
between their bodies and saw the blood oozing out of Sally's cunt
around his prick.
"You're bleeding! Are you hurt? Do you want to stop?"
"Oh, Art, it's done now. It did hurt but it feels better already. I
like having your prick in my cunt. It feels real neat. Let's roll over
and when the hurt stops, fuck me."
The two kids rolled back to the missionary position that Sally thought
was proper. Art let his prick soak, still afraid of hurting Sally.
Art's prick felt better and better to Sally. She wiggled her hips and
it felt even better.
"Oooo! It feels good now. Fuck me, Art! Fuck me!"
Art fucked her. He slowly drew back and pushed his hips down. Wow! This
was the tightest cunt he'd ever fucked. It was almost as tight as
Jerry's ass. He started his multiplication tables right away. He didn't
want to shoot off too soon. He wanted to make Sally feel the best ever.
Art was experienced enough not to rush things at first. He set a slow
rhythmic pumping and felt Sally lift her hips to meet each of his
thrusts.
Sally knew this is where it was. Fucking Art was the best. It did make
her feel closer to Art than sucking his cock. She loved the feel of
Art's prick sliding in and out of her slick, tight cunt. She wanted the
feeling to go on forever. She had threatened with Jerry out of her
desperation to have Art fuck her. She didn't want Jerry to be first,
she wanted Art. She wanted Art's body pressed against hers. She was
glad Art hadn't called her bluff.
Art was almost through the multiplication tables and almost to the end
of his rope. He knew he couldn't last much longer and he quickened the
tempo. He hoped that Sally was ready to come too. He wanted her first
fuck to be real good. His hips pistoned and Sally's hips slapped
against his harder and harder. He felt her cunt contracting around his
prick and he lost control.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Art's cum inundated
Sally's cunt. The hot liquid boiling into her cunt brought Sally off
again. Art pumped a few more times then, as his prick went limp,
relaxed against Sally's body
for a moment. He pulled his prick out of
her cunt and switched around. He had been trained to clean up his own
messes.
Art lapped his cum out of Sally's cunt. Sally saw his cum covered prick
in front of her face and sucked it into her mouth. She licked the
remains of her cunt juice, virgin blood, and Art's cum off of it. Art
sucked most of the same mixture out of Sally's cunt then he went after
the leakage. He licked down Sally's ass crack and cleaned out her
asshole. Sally was as surprised when Art did this to her as she had
been when she did it to him. She licked across his balls again and
drove her tongue into his ass. Art's prick got hard again.
Wow! Sally moved back and sucked Art's prick into her mouth again. She
was going to get another mouthful of his delicious cum. She would be
ready this time. Art moved his attention back to Sally's cunt and
happily lapped away. He liked sixty nining and he liked it with Sally
best of all. Art lapped cunt and Sally sucked cock. Sally's cunt was
contracting when Art fed her another load of cum. This time Sally
swallowed it down without spilling a drop.
They switched positions and hugged and kissed. Sally looked at the
clock. Her parents would be home in thirty minutes. The kids rushed
into their clothes and straightened things out. They made plans to meet
tomorrow and Art hurried back to his house.
Epilogue
Art went to bed that night and, for the first time, was happy that
neither of his parents visited him. He had a lot of things to think
about. There had been uncertainties in Art's mind about Aunt Mable's
visit. It hadn't taken Aunt Mable long to clear up to clear up all the
things he wondered about.
Now Art had more difficult ethical problems. He didn't want to share
Sally with anyone. The thought of Jerry fucking Sally or having her
suck his cock was painful to him. He had hated Jerry when Sally said
she would fuck him. But Art wanted to continue to fuck and suck with
his parents and with Jerry. He certainly had no intention of giving up
Sally.
Would it be right for him to do things with his parents and Jerry and
with Sally too? If he did things with his parents and Jerry it was only
fair that Sally should do things with other people if she wanted to.
Art didn't like that idea at all. Sally was special. She shouldn't do
things with anyone but him.
Art lay there well into the night running these thoughts through his
mind. He didn't realize that Sally would to decide those things just as
she had decided that he would fuck her today. When she determined it
was time to expand her horizons he would have to go along.
He fell asleep without coming to any conclusions.
Sally had no real problems. She loved Art and she was sure that they
would eventually get married. She liked fucking him and sucking his
cock. Having him lap her cunt was the best thing that ever happened to
her and she wanted to do things with Art every chance they got.
She knew she couldn't rush Art into it but she'd seen Art and Jerry
doing things with Art's Aunt Mable and she wanted to try some of those
things herself. She had purposely gotten Art to come to her house on
Thursday so she would have a whole week alone with him every afternoon.
Next Wednesday was the day Jerry would visit Art, and Sally thought she
could make some interesting things happen then. It would be fun to suck
one boy's prick while the other one fucked her cunt. Would Jerry's cum
taste as good as Art's? She would have to try it and find out.
She wasn't sure about another thing she'd seen the two of them do. She
thought one of the boys had fucked Aunt Mable's cunt while the other
one fucked her ass. As sensitive as she'd found her ass was, that
should be a blast.
She wasn't in a hurry, she could wait until next week. If she didn't
have Art ready to let Jimmy join them by then she was sure he would be
ready in two weeks time.
The End
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