It was a pleasure for Barbara Jean to prepare dinner for her nephew Erik and her sister. There was something she found especially attractive about him, and she wanted to push it as far as she could.
"What do you do for fun, Erik?" she asked, finishing her steak and pushing her plate aside, staring across the table right into his handsome blue eyes.
Christ, she thought, he's so fucking pretty. I'd just love to rip his shirt off and touch his skin, feel his fine pectorals, his waist. Shit! What I really want is to rip his pants off and get at his cock. It sure looked like a beauty, earlier, through his tight-fitting pants.
A virgin cock. There just has to be a way for me to get to it, to touch it.
Christ, to taste it, to feel it erect and firm up and slip it right up inside my old cunt and fuck the shit right out of him. He can handle it, I know he can. He just has to!
"Oh, not much," the handsome teen said.
"Your mother said you had a girlfriend, Erik," she said. "How do you get along with her?"
"What?" he said. "You mean Denise St. James. Hell, she's not my girlfriend. We just date is all."
"Oh, that'd be nice," Barbara said. "I'd like to teach you a few little tricks you can do, too."
"Well, I don't know…" the teen said, and then his mind filled in part of the picture for him and he realized she was talking dirty talk, as his mother called it, about sex things. His face abruptly flushed.
"It's all part of growing up, dear," Barbara Jean said, reaching over to let her hand rest lightly on the teen's upper leg, halfway between his knee and his well-filled crotch.
"Yeah, I know," he said, suddenly uncomfortable, the touch of his aunt's hand against his naked flesh below his brief cut-offs feeling like a branding iron, seeming to sear a big red SEX right on his smooth skin. "Same of the guys talk about it in school, especially in gym, at the lockers."
"Do you strip down naked, Erik?" she asked, a shudder going through her groin at the thought of all his beautiful skin naked and available to her. "Do you shower together? I mean the guys in your… er… class?"
"Oh, yeah," he said, "a dozen of us in the shower room at the same time."
A whole dozen, she thought, and twelve cocks, big and juicy and so ready to be plucked for fucking that none of them could stand the agony of waiting for Barbara Jean to teach them how one second longer. Christ, what I wouldn't do to get my hands on all those beautiful hard pricks. I'd teach them a thing or two. I'd suck them and fuck them and play with them and make the whole damned shower room flow with hot spurting jism.
Just imagine, taking a bath in pure cum… oh, Christ! Her pussy spasmed and the lips slid moistly together all by themselves, parting slightly as her clitoris began firming up and filling with blood.
"Then some of your friends start bragging about what they're doing with their girlfriends," Barbara said. "Isn't that right? Talking about making out and things like that?"
"Well, yeah," Erik said reluctantly, as if he wasn't sure he should be talking about those things with anyone, much less with a grown-up woman whose hand seemed to be squeezing his flesh just a bit and moving higher up toward his crotch. He felt sure that his dick was stretching out to meet it, growing fat and hard and almost throbbing. "Only they don't mean anything by it. Most of the time, I think they're all lying. They don't do those things, not really."
"Some of them don't Erik," Barbara said, "but some of them do. A real test is that those who do it don't need to talk about doing it. Now, you, Erik, I bet if you were making it with some girl, you wouldn't go blabbing to your friends. It'd be such a great thrill, keeping the secret inside you, that you'd savor it, waiting for the next time you and your… your girlfriend got together."
Erik was positive his aunt's hand had moved higher on his leg. She had even scooted her chair closer to his so she could get a better grip on him, and her fingers were already touching the frayed edges of his pants legs.
The teen swallowed hard and struggled for something to say, but he was speechless. The tightness that seemed to be gripping him about his balls, taking the whole crinkly fleshed ballsac with its just-forming pubic hairs and pulling the whole thing up tight against the base of his broad cockroot.
"Now the first thing you've got to learn, Erik," Barbara said, almost crooning in her determination to lull the teen into an acceptance of her advances, "is not to be shy around girls. You see, most girls will want to touch you, and feel your skin. Well, like I'm doing right now. Can you feel my hand on your leg, dear? Feel how gentle and soothing it is?"
"Oh, yeah, Auntie Barbara," Erik said, trying to squirm around on his chair, hoping the bulge of his cock wasn't too obvious to her as he tried to will it down, to force it to shrink or take on a more comfortable, less cramped angle there inside his tight cut-off pants.
"And feel this, dear," she said, her fingers slipping just inside the tight cut-off fringes to stoke him much higher up on his now feverish thigh. He could feel his sweat rolling down from his armpits along his sides, as well as gathering up around his balls to make them moist and damp. "Just feel how my fingers caress your skin and move around your pretty hairs. You see, your skin feels good to my fingers, to the palm of my hand. I like to touch it as much as you like me to touch it. And when I move my hand like this… and stretch my fingers out just this way I can… oh, Erik, so warm, so hard and firm! My, you are a fine young man indeed! Imagine, all this lovely meat!"
"Oh, Auntie Barbara!" Erik said, jerking abruptly as her seeking fingers made direct contact with the hot flushed skin of his cockshaft and began testing it for size and strength, for firmness and seducability. "I don't think you should! Oh, it does feel good, but it's wrong, and you shouldn't! Oh, God, do that again!"
"Of course, dear," Barbara said, her fingertips coming into contact with his broad flaring coronal ridge. It's covered up! she thought. My God, he's not circumcised. His foreskin will have kept his glans soft and moist and as smooth as silk. Oh, God, I've just got to see it, to pull that foreskin back off his cockhead and look at it. And smell it.
And, oh, God, taste his cockhead! Her cunt spasmed and the lips of it flexed as the fire-hot warmth deep inside her groin began working her up to a long, drawn-out orgasm that just had to come for her or she would go out of her mind.
"Now just stand up right here beside me, dear," she said, pulling at him with her free hand, determined not to release her tenuous clasp around his pulse-beating fuck shaft, getting him into position beside her.
Erik found himself in another world entirely, a place he had never been before, unless you counted those times just before his ejaculations when he would be beating-off. When he fucked his fist and the real good feelings came, just before his semen was expelled, he almost felt the way he was feeling now with his aunt's talented hand caressing his cock, with her words as soft and sweet as honey, with her other hand unfastening his shorts and tugging at his zipper. He knew deep inside that they shouldn't be doing this extra exciting thing, but there was absolutely no way he would stop it, not as long as the feelings were so good and the heightened sensations around his cockbase continued to pleasure him so ecstatically.
"Help me, dear," Barbara Jean said, reluctantly breaking the contact with his naked cock flesh. "If we can just pull these shorts down. Yes, that's fine."
Beneath his too-tight cut-offs, his cock was filling his jockey briefs almost to overflowing. His mound was almost too large for her to believe, and the tension being gone without his cut-offs seemed to make more room for expansion. Before her very eyes, his flesh inside the tight white cotton briefs stretched out even more, even longer and harder. A feverish warmth radiated outward from his crotch.
"Oh, Erik!" she said, when his cut-offs had been tossed to the side. "How big you are, how strong!" She pulled the teen to her and hugged him tightly, her face against his tight, firm belly just below his bellybutton, the bulge of his prick covered by his shorts fitting beneath her chin and digging into her neck.
She broke the embrace and pushed herself back away from the teen. "Now, Erik," she said, "I'm going to finish undressing you. One of the first things you have to learn is how to be natural, while being nude, in the presence of a woman."
She slipped her fingers beneath the tight elastic waistband of his shorts and, without hesitation pushed them abruptly down. They were tight to just past his knees, but they fell the rest of the way down to the floor by themselves.
Erik's cock, too long restricted beneath his tight pants and his clinging shorts, sprang up to attention. It was still not fully erect, but the long shaft still arched out and angled over his ballsac, his balls bobbing wildly.
She could not have imagined a more perfect cock. Barbara could see just the single eye of the teen's cockhead peeping from inside his foreskin covering the whole big plum-like cockhead. The heat of the teen's loins was radiating like waves toward her, and there was a sweet smell surrounding his genitalia that was heady, drawing her closer. There was sweat and dried urine and, from beneath his swaying ballsac, something stronger, more tantalizing. All the fragrances intermingled into sweet perfume… the sexy funkiness that Barbara Jean could not deny.
Silently she took his cock shaft in her hand and hefted it freely, amazed at the strength and weight of it, not even completely hard yet. In her grasp, it stretched out even farther, firmed up, and began rising at a higher angle. Then she slowly pulled backward along the shaft, dragging the foreskin, making it open up like a flower and roll back off the sleekly moist darker pink cockhead until all of it was finally naked and visible to her: the sleek streamlined arrowhead shape of it, the coronal ridge. The sharp heady aroma rose into her nostrils and caused her cunny to spasm again.
Barbara Jean's mouth was salivating as she looked at the teen's cockhead right in front of her face. Her nostrils inhaled heady draughts of his alluring odors. The pearly-white drop of his precum sparkled on his cockhead. Her tongue flicked around her lips, moistening them, and her head started moving forward, her mouth opening wider, his cockhead looking closer and the sweet smell of it reaching her.
Someone had entered the house. Oh, my God, she thought, it's Betty Sue. She's back from the hospital already.
Everything stopped. Barbara grabbed up Erik's shorts and handed them to him quickly, motioning toward the back door. Naked, his cock fully erect as it swung from side to side, slapping noisily against his thighs and belly, Erik fled through the kitchen door.
Barbara breathed deeply, patted at her clothes, and turned toward the front of the house. "I'm in here, Betts," she called "cleaning up the kitchen. Come on and eat before it gets cold."
While Betty Sue ate her broiled steak, Barbara Jean kept opening cans of beer. By the time the girls had cleaned up the kitchen and moved into the living room, they were both feeling no pain. Erik came in from the outside, where he had been playing, to say good-night and go to his room. Barbara Jean, feeling pains of regret at not having been able to get it on with the teen, dug down into her purse and pulled out her hand-rolled cigarettes.
They smoked two marijuana cigarettes in rapid concession. Betty told her about the visit, with Johan in the hospital, carefully omitting all references to Dr. William Montgomery and the disgusting thing – he was doing to that patient's pussy.
Barbara could tell that just seeing Johan had turned her sister on in much the same way that her seeing Erik's fine big cock had caused the juices to start flowing throughout her, cuntal walls. It was easy for Barbara to lead Betty into the big master bedroom and straight to bed.
Almost wordlessly, with their eyes glazed over from desire and beer, with their senses already reeling from heavy sexual sensations heightened by the excellent quality of Barbara's dope, the two sisters slowly undressed.
"Oh, Babs," Betty Sue said, taking her little sister into her warm embrace, "I've missed you so much. All these long lonely nights! I've needed you to hold, to comfort me."
"Oh, yes, yes!" Barbara said. "Me too, Betts. And you're still so beautiful. I just wish my tits were big and firm like yours, and my nipples were like yours, so pointy."
As she said the words, Barbara moved over her sister's chest, causing their tits to rub against each other, their nipples tangling in brown-tipped duels until their pulse beats matched pace and their lips ground together in a deep, passionate kiss, Barbara's tongue easily finding Betty's and luring it out to tangle and play slick, sliding, spit-blending games.
Growing more impatient, Betty Sue pushed away from her sister's tight embrace and twirled around, pulling at the bedcovers at the same time, opening the sheets in lustful invitation. "Here, Babs," she said, "get in beside me, keep me warm, just like the… the old days."
"Oh, yes," Barbara Jean said, jumping into the bed eagerly and puffing at Betty. "Here, right up against me like this." She pulled the sheet up to her waist as she twisted against Barbara Jean, the long hot length of her body coming in quick contact with her sister's fragrant skin.
Betty started their heavy kissing where they had left off earlier, and their tongues danced lustfully in each other's mouths. Betty's pussy was already so moist and ready that her legs just opened wide all by themselves, pushing tight against Babs' hip, grinding her spread lips against her flesh again and again, causing her clit to rub passionately against her moist skin.
"No, dear," Barbara said. "I know a different way. Hold still just a minute." She twisted around until she could lift her hips high off the mattress, flinging her legs wide and high and pulling them tight against her chest. "Just get between my legs and move in close. You'll be surprised how close that can be."
Betty scampered over her sister's peculiarly upturned body, looking down right into the warm wet mouth of her pussy, the delicate soft buttery tissues unfurled like the opened petals of a red rose. Then, prompted by instinct alone, she pushed her cunt right down against her sister's, their pussy lips merging in a loud, slurping cuntal kiss.
Instantly their pussy juices began intermingling and growing hotter. Betty's cuntal mouth gaped as far open as possible, her blood-filled clitoris scraping repeatedly right across her sister's larger clit. Their skin-to-skin grinding made both sisters orgasm abruptly, sending them into cum after cum, the little chain of endless pleasures tearing through their cuntal walls again and again, until both were soaking in fragrant cums.
As the aftershocks of their orgasm faded into pleasant nagging throbs, Barbara pushed herself out of her sister's enfolding arms and struggled out of the bed, leaning down to kiss Betty a warm goodnight at the same time. Then, picking up her clothes and holding them casually in one hand, Barbara Jean left the master bedroom and walked down the hallway.
Erik, hearing some peculiar noises from outside his room, decided to investigate them. He had just opened the door a crack when he saw her, in all her naked radiance, her red-blonde pussy hairs damp and tangled, her puffy cuntal lips still swollen from love's gentle kisses, her firm, uptilted tits heaving and swaying sexily.
Little wonder he experienced his first spontaneous orgasm, just from seeing her lush form.