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³DOING MY NEPHEW² by AWANDA DEWITT (F/t, ped, voy, mast, oral, inc)
CAUTION: The following story is fiction. It describes imaginary events
including explicit sexual situations between adults and children. If it is
illegal for you to read literature like this due to your local laws, your
age, or your location, then DO NOT read it, download it, or distribute it to
anyone for whom these proscriptions apply.
The author does not condone or encourage illegal sexual contacts between
adults and children; this is a work of fiction, exploring what might happen
should such an unfortunate and illadvised situation occur.
That being said, and if the above doesn¹t apply to you, I hope you find the
story enjoyable.
I¹d love to hear your feedback at petelargo@hotmail.com
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PROLOGUE
It all started that summer, when I stayed with my older sister and her
husband after Frank left me. It was a sloppy divorce; the bastard ran off
with his therapist and tried to leave me with nothing. I fought back, and
fortunately had found a good lawyer who tried to hold up my end of things;
but it was a horrible strain. When Karen invited me to stay with her and her
family for the summer, I was relieved to be away from all that, and jumped
at the chance.
I spent the first two weeks there mostly reading by the pool, and just
depressurizing from the past six months of hell. It was lovely; they had a
nice house- an estate really; I was given the run of my own guest house by
the pool. Terry was a plastic surgeon, and they were well off. Karen was
understanding and gave me plenty of space to unwind. She¹d always been sweet
and sensitive, and was a balm to my emotional wounds when I saw her. My
routine settled into sleeping in; a late breakfast prepared by their maid
(they were generally gone by the time I rose; they both worked), then
lounging by the pool and in the shade; a light lunch by the pool; maybe a
nap, and then more reading by the pool; dinner with the family, then turning
in after an early evening.
I began to relax, and became quite comfortable with my new life. I fancied
myself a castaway on a desert island; lying by the pool I fantasized that I
was all alone, and enjoyed the peace.
They had a twelve-year-old son named Peter, who had been at camp when I
arrived to stay with them. About two weeks after I arrived he returned, and
that¹s where my story properly begins.
1.
Peter had arrived home the previous evening, and I had made friends with him
over the family dinner. He didn¹t know me too well; I had been living in
Connecticut since he was born, and he¹d only met me a few times in his young
life. I could tell by his manner that he quickly developed a child¹s crush
on me as we visited that evening. (To help you understand the events that
followed, perhaps I should explain that I¹m thirty, blonde, with a good
complexion and figure; and usually considered quite attractive by most
people, a judgment verified by the number of women who look down their noses
at me, motivated by jealousy. I enjoy dressing to show my figure, and
perhaps that adds to their vindictiveness.)
The next day I was lying by the pool getting sun, when out of the corner of
my eye I noticed Peter across the yard. He was making a show of being busy,
but I could tell he was spying on me; he kept sending furtive glances my
way, and was making such a show of ignoring me that it was pretty obvious. I
was wearing a slight bikini with a thong bottom, to minimize sun lines, and
I¹m sure to a twelve year old boy my mature, scantily-clad female body must
have been a fascinating attraction.
He continued his game, coming and going from inside the house from time to
time. Once I could see him peeking out from one of the upstairs windows; no
doubt he thought I wouldn¹t notice. After an hour of this, I decided to play
along and give him a treat; I took my top off to sunbathe topless and lay on
my back, as if I didn¹t know of his attention on me.
Within two minutes I became aware of him sneaking around the other side of
the pool behind the shrubberies, trying to position himself for a closer
view. I totally ignored him as if I had no idea he was there; and when he
seemed to have found a good hiding place, no doubt with a clear view of my
cleavage, I made a point of rolling onto my side facing him, so he could
have a better look. As I lay there posing nonchalantly I became aware of a
regular rustling sound coming from the bushes where he was hiding that
continued for two or three minutes, then suddenly stopped.
After a minute I heard him sneaking back towards the house, and then the
game seemed to be over, as I didn¹t see him again until dinner, when he
continued to display his obvious infatuation with me. I thought it was
rather cute; young boys can be so sweet and innocent.
The following morning a similar game played itself out as I laid by the
pool. Again I removed my top to give him a treat, and again he snuck through
the bushes to spy on me. This time, when the rustling sound started, I
thought idly about it a minute- then suddenly it came to me; he was
masturbating! Again he was finished in a few minutes, and went into the
house.
That night as I was waiting for sleep to overtake me I found myself thinking
about my little budding romance. He was really such a cute boy, and so
sweet, that I felt very warmly towards him. I fantasized vaguely about
encouraging his romantic feelings, various more or less nasty scenarios
playing themselves out in my mind; and as I drifted off, the beginnings of a
plan began to form themselves in my mind...
The next day after breakfast I made a point of putting on my skimpiest
bikini as I prepared for my morning by the pool. Before I went out I checked
the effect in the full length mirror in my guest house; my full bust was
displayed to its best advantage, and the skimpy bottom barely concealed my
pubic hair. I went outside and reclined on the lounge by the guest house,
and waited for my young paramour to play his game.
Sure enough, after about fifteen minutes I heard the rustling as he made his
way through the bushes to his vantage point. After a few minutes when I was
sure he was positioned at his spy area, I stretched languidly, arching my
back and pushing out my bust, then took off my top. Then I started rubbing
and massaging my breasts as if I was a stripper; I could imagine the effect
of seeing this on a twelve year old boy! Sure enough, I heard the telltale
rhythmic rustling begin as he started masturbating. As soon as I heard it, I
called out, ³Peter! I know you¹re in there watching me... I don¹t mind; but
I want you to come over here right now, I have to talk to you!²
As I expected, the rhythmic sounds stopped, and I heard him fumbling, no
doubt with his pants to conceal his activities. ³Peter, answer me- I know
you¹re there; come over here.²
I heard him say uncertainly ³Just a minute, aunt Sophie, I was just over
here looking for my model airplane... I¹ll be right there...². After a
minute, he pushed out from between the bushes, and walked with an attempted
nonchalance over toward me. I could see that there was still a bulge in his
pants that he was trying to conceal.
As he neared me I smiled to disarm him, and patted the lounge next to me for
him to sit. He sat down, and I turned to face him. I was still topless, and
it was charming watching him try to pretend to ignore the objects of his
intense fixation, and at the same time take them in as fully as he dared.
³Peter, I know what you were doing in there.² He interrupted me, sputtering
denials even though I hadn¹t yet said what I thought he was doing. ³That¹s
alright; I know; all boys do it; for that matter so do all men... it¹s ok,
it¹s quite a normal thing for a boy to want to do when he gets excited by a
pretty girl...² He was blushing a bright red, turning away, obviously
horrified to be found out. ³Here, Peter, come with me, I want to show you
something.²
I stood up and led the way into my guest house; he followed obediently,
evidently not sure what else to do. He seemed so horrified to be found out,
he had lost his self-possession and would do whatever I told him to, like a
dejected puppy. I¹m sure he expected to be punished or get a lecture for his
behavior.
Once we were in the guest house, I went over and sat on the edge of the bed,
and guided him to be standing right in front of me. I put my hands on his
hips, and looked up at his face. ³Peter, I¹d like to do something for you,
but I¹ll only do it if it¹ll be our secret. Noone else is ever to hear about
this. Do you understand? Is that ok?² I spoke sincerely and warmly, in what
I hoped he would take as a supportive, friendly manner; evidently he did,
for he answered with, ³Yeah, I guess... Sure, just between us.² I¹m sure he
thought that he expected his earlier behavior would also be a secret between
us, and no doubt he was glad of that.
³I want to show you something that I think you¹ll really like... is that
ok?² As I spoke, I reached for his belt buckle and started to undo it. He
was very surprised at my actions, but allowed me to do what I wanted; he was
in passive mode from the shocks of the morning.
I undid his buckle, unbuttoned his pants, then slowly unzipped his fly.
Before I went farther I looked up at him and said, ³I really want you to
understand that this has to be our secret, but I¹m sure you¹re going to
really like it. Do we have an agreement?² He nodded stupidly; then I slid
his pants down. He had an erection that was tenting his briefs out; no
surprise, considering an attractive, mature topless woman was taking his
pants down.
I helped him step out of his pants, then reached out and felt his erection
through his underwear. He immediately started panting, and let out an
involuntary groan. I felt him up through his pants for another minute in
silence, when his knees started to give way, he groaned again, and I felt
his hardon pulsing as he came.
I continued to touch him until his erection stopped throbbing. A
considerable wet spot started to show through on his briefs as the semen
soaked through them. Once he was done coming, I pulled his briefs down far
enough to expose his penis, and left them hanging on his upper thighs. I
took his softening erection in my right hand and started to stroke it
rapidly, while with my left I reached to softly feel his scrotum. He became
hard again almost immediately. I was pleased to notice that his erection was
large for his age, not especially long, but thick, like the front of a full
size cigar. After only three more minutes of jacking him off in silence he
came again, several weak trickles dripping from the tip of his hardon as it
pulsed in my hand several times. I had been sure that a twelve-year-old
having his first sexual encounter with a woman could easily come twice from
the excitement, and I was right.
As I pulled up his underwear, I started to speak in a very matter-of-fact
manner, to put him at ease in what must surely have been a peak experience
in his young life; ³Here, let me get you some tissues to put over that so
you don¹t get a wet spot on your pants- I¹ll just wipe up this puddle on the
floor- you can go right up and change, and noone will be the wiser- just us
chickens! Did you like that? I thought it was very nice... Now if you can
keep this our secret, we can do this again tomorrow- would you like that?
Can you keep a secret?²
He was flabbergasted, completely unable to retain his composure in the light
of such an unprecedented situation, and all he could do was nod to me
mutely, a dazed expression on his face. I diapered him with tissues and sent
him on his way.
After he was gone, I suddenly felt insecure, and couldn¹t stifle the doubts
that flooded my mind; what had I done? What if he can¹t conceal what had
happened? Why did I have to go and do something so stupid, just because the
boy was sweet? What would happen if it came out? I shook my head, trying to
put such thoughts out of my head; what was done was done; it would all turn
out as it would; so, I put my top back on and went out to read.
2.
That evening at dinner , when he entered the room my heart fell; he stared
at me with doe eyes and a flustered fixation. I immediately started making
small talk with him, forcing him into a normal interaction; it seemed to
work, because after dinner Karen came up to me with a smile on her face and
said conspiratorially, ³I think someone has a crush on you!² They suspected
no more than the obvious fixation af a boy on an attractive woman; if it
kept up like this it looked like I was safe, and could carry on my amusement
with impunity.
The next morning when I went out to read Peter was there loitering on the
other side of the pool, this time making no pretense of concealing his
interest in me, but lacking confidence to initiate a direct contact with me.
His parents were already gone, and I had had breakfast, so I called him over
to me.
³Peter, good morning. How are you today? Did you sleep well?² He answered
³I¹m ok² with a smile on his face, and eagerness in his eyes. I could see he
was ready for another ³date². ³Come on over here, lets talk² I called
naturally. He bounced over to me, and I again patted the lounge next to me
for him to sit.
³You were good last night, you didn¹t give our secret away. You were a
little, uh, too attentive to me in front of your parents; but it¹s ok, we
pulled it off. You¹ll get more comfortable with all this after we do it a
few more times.² I could see him light up after my last few words; and I
could see from the bulge in his pants that he was already hard. ³Would you
like to come in my guest house for a while?²
We got up and he followed me inside. I led the way over to the small sofa
and sat, indicating that he should join me. He sat next to me, and looked
over to me brightly. I reached and gently tapped the top of the bulge in his
pants pushed up by his firm little erection a couple of times, saying ³I can
see you¹re ready again.² I removed my hands and put them in my lap; I was
going to draw this out this time.
³Take your pants off.² I gently commanded. He stood up and clumsily undid
his pants and they dropped to the floor; he left his underwear on, which
suited me. It was charmingly tented by his erection, and I could see a wet
spot on the crotch near its tip . I decided to have a chat with him sitting
next to me displaying his hardon; I thought it might familiarize him to
exposing himself comfortably, and would no doubt also be very sexy for him.
³Go on, sit back down down. Tell me how long you¹ve been masturbating.²
He squirmed, and stammered ³ Not long... I¹ve always, you know, rubbed it
and stuff, but this year at camp this friend of mine, he showed me how to
really do it, and... ² ³When did you first come?² ³Come?² ³That¹s what it¹s
called when you finish, and get wet-² ³Oh- he called it shooting off- It
first happened this year; I used to rub my belly on the bed, you know, and a
few months ago it happened- ³ He was flustered, obviously uncomfortable
trying to have a conversation while displaying his taboo condition, as well
as talking about such a private topic with an adult.
To console him I reached over and felt his erection again, briefly. I knew
he would come right away if I touched it for any length of time, and I
wanted to draw this out, so I just felt it quickly and took my hand back.
³Why don¹t you take off your underwear?², I suggested. He stood, and
embarrassedly fumbled with his briefs, eventually pulling them down slowly.
I was pleased to see that he had an innate flair for erotic display, even in
his flustered condition. His erection came into view, bouncing upward as it
got briefly caught in his waistband, and I again appreciated its form.
He had a shadow of what would become pubic hair shading the puffy mound
beneath his belly, below which his erection projected proudly out. He was
indeed large for his age, and I could see it would grow into a weapon he
would be proud of as he matured. It was almost four inches long, and quite
thick for its size; its shaft tapered slightly from its base to a more
normal-sized head perched more diminutively atop the proud column. It was
quite darkly colored, compared to his skin tone otherwise, and had a
slightly wrinkled texture; the veins that would no doubt twine up it when he
matured were not in evidence now.
I asked him to sit back down. He did, holding his thighs together as if to
try to conceal his state; even so, his erection stuck straight up cutely
from between them. ³You have a very nice penis. Did you know that? Have you
seen many other boys¹ erections your age?² He shook his head, and managed to
answer, ³just my friend at camp- his was a bit smaller than mine...² ³Size
is nice, as I¹m sure you know; and you have a very nice one for your age.
I¹m sure you¹re going to be very pleased with it as you grow.²
A small drop of fluid squeezed from the tip of his erection and perched on
its tip, glistening like a pearl. I pointed it out to him, and reached out
and caught it on my fingertip, drawing it out to a sticky thread trailing
from my finger to his erection as I pulled away, which then fell as it was
stretched too far, draping across his thigh. ³How do you feel? Do you like
doing these things with me?² I asked him, looking into his face, relishing
his excitement and overload as our intensely erotic tableau assaulting his
virgin sensibilities.
³oh-h yes...² he stammered, ³it¹s... just so...!² He lapsed into
speechlessness. ³I don¹t want to touch you just yet, because I¹m sure you¹ll
come right away... it¹s more fun drawing it out, don¹t you think?²
I placed both my hands on his thighs near his erection, being careful not to
touch it, and urged him to spread his legs. He resisted at first, then
allowed me to spread them so his knees were maybe a foot and a half apart.
His erection was straining upward, I¹m sure as hard as it had ever been; a
thin rivulet of fluid was now trailing from its tip and down over the front
of its head. His arousal was almost palpable, a rich stew that oozed from
his whole body and permeated the atmosphere, and was indescribably delicious
to inhale; I was becoming intensely aroused myself.
³Would you like to see my breasts?² I asked him, reaching down and guiding
them up over the tops of my bikini top; they were pushed up by the displaced
bathing suit, held out even more prominently than usual. ³Would you like to
touch them?², I asked, and took one of his hands and guided it to my left
nipple, stroking it around to show him what to do. The touch of his
inexperienced hand on my breast was delicious.
He was flushed and panting as he awkwardly felt me up- his arousal was so
stimulating; I couldn¹t recall being with a man that was so excited to be
with me. I gently removed his hand, stood up slowly, and asked him, ³Would
you like to see my pussy?² He was unable to answer in his overload, and I
slipped my thumbs in the sides of my suit bottom and slowly slid them down,
revealing my trimmed pussy.
It was too much for him. The poor boy moaned ³Oh... Oh... ³ and started
coming. His untouched penis started bouncing, and on the second bounce a
little spurt of semen shot up an inch and fell back down on his cock,
followed by another and another. I quickly reached down, grasped it, and
started jerking him off fast, to prolong his orgasm. After three more throbs
his young balls had no more semen to ejaculate, but his erection kept
pulsing dryly as he continued to come for several more seconds.
It was so delicious I almost came myself. As his orgasm subsided and he came
back to himself, we surveyed the aftermath. ³How was that? Did it feel
good?² He answered, ³Oh, God... I¹ve never felt like that before... I felt
like I was going to explode!...³ As I pulled my pants back up and arranged
my bust, then getting a towel to wipe him up with, I explained, ³That¹s how
it¹s supposed to be; when two people have sex, they should try to make each
other come as hard as they can, by drawing it out, teasing, and other
things.² ³GIRLS can come too?² he asked incredulously. ³Of course- I almost
did from watching how excited you were- maybe I¹ll show you sometime soon.
But we need to teach you these things slowly; that way they¹re more exciting
for you. You were so excited by what we did today that you came without
being touched. Has that ever happened to you before?² He admitted that it
hadn¹t, and I told him that hopefully we could get it to happen again. I
explained that there were many ways to make a boy come, and we¹d see about
exploring them if he wanted to. Of course he lit up at that.
Before I let him go I reminded him to be careful to relax and forget about
all this at dinner tonight, and just be natural with me like he would with
any friendly adult; I reminded him that we could only keep doing this as
long as it was our secret. As he left I smiled to myself, sure that his
experience today would be a powerful motivator. I then took my pants off and
got out my vibrator, to relive the the morning¹s exquisite sexual delights,
the thrill of initiating a sweet virgin boy into the mysteries of sex.
3.
That evening at dinner Peter did much better. Perhaps now that we had had
another date he felt more secure about continuing our exploration, and felt
less clingy about needing it. At any rate he did fine, although his
infatuation with me was obvious; but that can be normal for a young boy,
much more normal than our much more explicitly sexual secret relationship.
The next morning Peter was waiting for me as I came out of the guest house
for the morning. I had him sit next to me in the sun and we chatted; I
wanted to give him a more well-rounded idea of how to relate to a woman
sexually. I could see the bulge in his pants that telegraphed his
expectations, but there was no rush. We talked extensively; I learned a lot
about his life, and what he was interested in. He was a bright, inquisitive
boy, if perhaps a bit shy; but that just added to his sweetness.
After maybe twenty minutes of chat, I looked down at his lap, and asked him
pointedly if he¹d like to go inside so we could work on that. He followed me
eagerly into the house.
I had us repeat the general pattern of the previous days activities; I had
him sit next to me naked, while I gave attention but hardly any contact to
his erection. I had him take his own pants off again, but this time I pulled
down his underwear, making a show of dragging it slowly over his erection.
After he stepped out of them as he stood in front of me, I felt his shaft
between my thumb and fingertips for a moment, giving it several gentle
squeezes before releasing it, being careful to stay away from its sensitive
head. ³I¹ll stop for now, I don¹t want to make you come too soon², I said,
contributing to his arousal by discussing it.
I had him sit down next to me, and took a few minutes to admire his
genitals; I had him spread his legs, and then I pointed out in minute detail
all the aspects of his erection and balls that I appreciated. It was
rock-hard, and turning beet red from the blood congesting it so strongly;
his ball-sack was pulled up tightly, and he had started creaming under all
the erotic attention- I had us just sit and watch it oozing for a few
minutes, saying to him ³I know, it¹s very exciting to let someone else see
your sex organs when they¹re aroused, isn¹t it? Look how much cream is
flowing out just from our watching it!² It felt so delicious to be able to
make him so excited just by my attention; I could feel myself getting very
wet as well.
Then I again invited him to feel my breasts. I guided them out over the top
of my suit as I had yesterday, and again guided his hand to touch them. I
encouraged him to feel my breasts up at much greater length, showing him how
I liked to have them caressed. He blissfully indulged himself, rubbing them
for ten minutes in a trance, his cock shiny with the cream that was steadily
oozing from it in his pleasure. I was getting very aroused myself, both from
the stimulation of his concentrated, naive touches, and the obvious depth of
his sexual arousal.
I suggested we have a little cooling-down period, so he wouldn¹t come so
soon again. I picked up his briefs from the floor and softly draped them
over his lap to remove our awareness from his erection a bit, and tucked my
breasts back in my suit. I got up and went to the fridge and brought us each
some lemonade; then I initiated a non-sexual conversation, telling him about
my life and history a bit, engaging him to take his mind off the sex we were
having.
After maybe five minutes, we were laughing as I told him some funny tales of
my own teenage years, and I judged his mind had been sufficiently relaxed
and distracted; without warning I smoothly reached over and removed his
briefs from his lap.
³Still hard...² I marveled; ³Good. But that was a nice break... it¹s fun to
draw it out a bit, isn¹t it?² I reached over and again felt his shaft
between my thumb and fingertips, and felt it swelling further as the
stimulation of my touch flooded his genitals. He sighed under my touch; but
I only touched him until I felt that he was again fully erect, then I took
my hand away.
³Would you like to touch ME down there?² At his eager nodding I again took
my suit bottoms off and stood in front of him. His eyes lit up as he
devoured the view of my sex. I let him study it for a while, then guided his
hand to feel it. I let him feel the curls of my pubic hair, then guided his
hand down over my lips, puffy with arousal.
³Here, feel inside the slit, those folds? I like to have them gently rubbed
and tickled, especially near the top- it feels like it does for you when
your erection gets rubbed, and if you do it long enough, it¹ll make me
come.² He awkwardly groped around my pussy. His unskilled touch fueled by
his naive enthusiasm sent shivers through me, arousing me much faster than
the practiced, jaded masturbation of many men I had known did.
He probed between my lips and explored the textures he encountered. I was
very wet, so his hand slid easily up and down my slit as he tried to give me
pleasure. And he was succeeding! I could feel that I would come soon if he
kept what he was doing up. And I could tell he was getting close to coming
himself- he was flushed and panting. I decided to go all the way.
³I¹m going to show you something I really like. Point your fingers and hold
them all together tightly... that¹s right, now push in here... this angle-
yes, like that... now push it up inside me-² I felt his hand sliding into my
wet vagina; it felt like heaven; this young, hot, virgin boy filling me up;
I reached down and started rubbing my clit; I knew I was going to come.
As I felt the waves of orgasm building, about to engulf me, I looked down
and saw that his drenched, hard erection had just hit its peak too, and was
again bouncing in regular spasms, sending its load of semen squirting up all
over his belly. He reached down with his free hand and began jacking it off
rapidly, no doubt inspired by my own self-masturbation. As I saw him coming
that sent me over the top and I too came, hard; my vagina spastically
gripped his hand strongly and repeatedly as the waves of orgasm swept
through me as I came. I hadn¹t had such a strong orgasm in a long time; I
kept coming and coming, for perhaps fifteen seconds.
As I gradually came back to myself, I guided his hand out of my pussy,
picked up the towel I had put out for the purpose, and wiped off his hand
and started to clean his belly. ³I came, too, that time. Could you feel it?²
He said ³Yeah! Wow... You come a lot harder than I do! That almost hurt my
hand! ³ I explained that I didn¹t usually come so hard, that that was a
particularly good one. ³See? We each make the other come harder than we
usually do! That¹s how good sex is supposed to be.²
As we put ourselves back together, I had a thought, and asked him if he had
been rubbing himself between the times we were together. He sheepishly
answered, ³Yeah... at night when I go to bed I¹ve been thinkin¹ about what
we¹ve been doing, and it gets me so I need to do it again.² ³Well, if you
can try and hold off, it would be better. One thing you¹ll learn as you grow
older , is that if you let it build up, you¹ll come much harder when you
finally do. So if you can stand it, try and save yourself for me. I¹m sure
you won¹t regret it!² I added, reminiscing, ³of course, that's one of the
nice things about being a young teenager, you have such a sex drive that you
can come over and over again...²
I reminded him about keeping our little get-togethers a secret, and promised
him something special tomorrow, that he would really like, and sent him out
the door. After he was gone, I lay down on the bed, and enjoyed the
afterglow of very satisfying sex. He HAD made me come unusually hard- this
was turning out to be even more exciting than I had expected it to be.
4.
The next morning I was surprised by a knock on my door before I was ready to
go out. I opened the door, saw Peter standing there, and asked, ³Yes?² He
answered, with coltish enthusiasm tempered with unsureness, ³I remembered
you promised that maybe we¹d do something more special today... and I was
getting kinda¹ curious, so I thought...²
I burst out laughing. ³You thought you couldn¹t wait! Well, that¹s ok- What
I have in mind IS very special, and I know you¹ll like it a lot! Are your
Mom and Dad gone?² As he affirmed that they were I invited him to come in,
and indicated that he should take a seat on the sofa.
I was still in my robe, and as he sat I let it fall open, revealing my bare
breasts and my panties, which were sheer white, revealing more than they
concealed. I asked him how he was today, and made small talk for a minute
while I finished my coffee, sitting on the bed across from him.
I could see that he had an erection already, and as I put aside my cup of
coffee, I told him ³Peter, first follow my instructions, then I¹m going to
do something very special with you.² I told him to first take off his pants
and underpants, then go in the bathroom and pee, then use the washcloth by
the sink to wash his penis and balls really well with soap, dry off, and
come back here. ³And if you don¹t use soap and rinse off really well I¹ll
know, and then no surprise!²
I watched appraisingly as he removed his pants and briefs, noting his
erection was already fully hard and swollen. He went off to the bathroom, I
heard him peeing, then heard the sink running for several minutes; then he
returned, his hardon bouncing in front of him as he walked.
³Come over here, and let me inspect you² I directed. He came and stood in
front of me, and I could see he had done a good job. ³Ok, are you ready for
your treat?² I directed him to lie down on his back on the bed, not far from
the edge. As he got positioned, I explained to him that people could do what
we were going to do in any position, but I thought he might enjoy it more if
he was lying back and just feeling it. I told him to close his eyes and just
relax, and to leave everything to me.
I knelt by the side of the bed and leaned over him, bringing my face over
his crotch. Then, leaning farther, I gently sucked his erection between my
lips into my mouth. He gasped as the unexpected sensations rushed through
him.
He was the perfect size for a blowjob; I could easily suck all of him, even
including his balls, inside my mouth without any discomfort, and swirl my
tongue around his shaft; but he was still a substantial mouthful.
I started gradually, just sucking on him without any motion. I intended to
make him come several times, and I was saving my more energetic techniques
for when I would need it to push him over the edge for the second or third
orgasm. I expected him to come with no motion on my part at all the first
time.
So I just sucked him at first, sucking pretty hard, then letting the
pressure up, then sucking hard again with no motion. I had been doing this
for only about thirty seconds when I could taste that he had started
creaming. Another minute and a half, and I could feel his erection swelling,
and I knew he was about to come.
I heard him call out ³Ah! Ah!², and felt his cock throb in my mouth,
tightening and relaxing, pulsing over and over, as I felt his hot semen
jetting into my mouth, filling it. It was so delicious! He came hard, as I
expected he would for his first blowjob. The sensation of his virgin
erection spewing jet after jet of semen into my mouth, as he writhed on the
bed under me, was indescribably ecstatic- I almost came myself, it was so
erotic.
The regular pulsing of his erection gradually subsided to random throbs, and
I swallowed the mouthful of come he had shot into my mouth. I could feel his
penis softening, so I started sucking it firmly again, drawing it deep
within my mouth and letting it slide back out again, jacking it off with my
mouth. Gradually it started to grow again, and I pumped it vigorously in and
out of my mouth with my lips, until I felt it rock-hard again; then I slowed
my pumping, and instead started to lick the underside of his shaft and head
in quick little circles with my tongue, with his penis almost all the way in
my mouth.
He moaned, and I knew he was enjoying my technique. His cock stayed
rock-hard, and he instinctively made little thrusting motions with his
pelvis as I did him.
Every now and then I sucked his cock strongly and slid it in and out of my
mouth several times as a change of pace, but I wrung a moan out of him each
time I resumed the circular licking; that was clearly his favorite.
I could again taste his cream in my mouth, and knew he was progressing
towards another orgasm. I quickened my shifts, letting him fuck in and out
of my mouth every few seconds, then licking his cockhead. He was groaning
regularly now, a plaintive, throaty gasp under each outbreath as I did him.
His balls were very tight, and I knew he was close.
I started pouring it on, to send him over the edge. His moans became louder
and louder, until with a loud ³Oohhh...² he came again. Again I felt his
erection jumping in my mouth; there was considerably less semen, but the
salty taste filled my mouth, and his hardon kept pulsing spastically over
and over as he came. He came less explosively than the first time, but much
longer; his cock kept throbbing, pulsing in my mouth, as he continued to
come, in dry swellings over and over, which only gradually diminished; I
could barely tell when he was finished, the throbs died out so gradually. I
kept licking his erection feverishly as long as he was coming, helping to
prolong it as best I could.
I again swallowed, a smaller mouthful than before, but still appreciable. I
let his rapidly shrinking penis fall from my mouth, and looked up towards
his head. ³How did you that? I told you this was special, what do you
think?... I think we should take a break, and try some more in a few
minutes, if it¹s ok with you... You don¹t have to come again, but I¹m sure
it feels good anyway, and maybe you will.²
He sighed deeply, and said weakly, ³God damn! That¹s the best thing I¹ve
ever felt! What were you doing? I couldn¹t tell, it all blended together
into this amazing feeling... And then you made me come so hard!²
I got up and went over to the fridge. ³Would you like a coke?² I asked him.
I didn¹t hear his answer if there was one, but brought one for him anyway.
He was sitting up on the edge of the bed when I returned. He seemed to be
deciding whether or not to say something, then finally he asked shyly,
³What¹s it like? I mean, you know... when someone... comes in your mouth?²
I laughed and sat down next to him. ³It¹s wonderful; it¹s the best way to
share with someone how hard they come; when you came in my mouth, I really
got to feel how your cock explodes, and how hard the semen shoots out- It¹s
amazing!² ³But what¹s it taste like?² ³Oh, not bad, a little salty and
creamy- I¹ve learned to really like the taste. Every man tastes different.²
³Does it feel good for you? You know, does it make you ... want to come?² he
asked shyly.
³Oh, Yes! I get very excited doing it, especially when they come. I felt
like coming the first time you came in my mouth... the second time was good
too, but I was too busy to pay attention. It was a nice long, drawn out
one... I really liked that.² ³Do you want to come now? I mean, can I do
anything to help you come?... if you wanted to...²
³How sweet!² I felt a surge deep within my belly, as I had the idea; ³I
think I would like it... I came so hard with you yesterday, I¹m really very
comfortable with you... Come here, come kneel on the floor and I¹ll sit on
the side of the bed- do me like you did yesterday, and you¹ll get to feel me
come again.²
He got up, and knelt by the side of the bed while I sat on the edge facing
him, and spread my legs. I started to rub my clit, and confirmed that I was
very wet, so I asked him to put his hand inside me like yesterday. He put
his fingers at the opening of my cunt and started to push them in; I
redirected the angle that he was pushing at, and then felt his hand entering
me. ³Now... Slowly and gently push it as far in as it will go... not too
hard...² I felt his hand enter me up to his wrist; it felt delicious to be
so filled. I told him to just hold it there for a minute, while I continued
to masturbate. I was getting slowly hotter; I asked him to try sliding his
hand in and out several inches. ³Not so fast... a little farther in and
out... There! Keep doing it like that... aahhhh...² It was so nasty having
this sweet boy as my eager sex helper, I was getting very hot. The feeling
of his hand sliding in and out of my pussy, filling me thoroughly, was
indescribable; and as I masturbated, I could feel my orgasm approaching.
³Move it in a little farther... Yes- like that... keep doing it, like
that...² I could feel the point of no return approaching, and I told him,
³I¹m about to come-²
Then with a violent spasm my cunt clamped down on his hand as I was gripped
by orgasm, and it then grabbed and released him repeatedly over and over as
I continued coming. He had a look of intense concentration on his face as he
experienced my orgasm, only the second he had ever known. He stared hungrily
at my pussy and watched it throb as I came, as if trying to burn the entire
event in his memory.
Gradually my orgasm subsided, and the spastic pulsing of my pussy weakened
and faded. I sighed loudly, and looked at Peter with a satisfied smile, and
said ³Thank you so much, sweetie- That was wonderful.² He grinned back at
me, and I guided his hand from my vagina. ³Look, we forgot our cokes!², I
joked, and we both reached out and each had a few drinks. I noticed he was
half-hard, and after we put our sodas down, I stood up and guided him to the
bed. ³It¹s your turn again; and I bet I can make you come again!²
He laid back and I again leaned over him, and took his puffy member into my
mouth. I started a rhythmic sucking on it and I felt it swelling in my
mouth, so I kept it up. Soon he was hard again. I started pumping my mouth
up and down on his shaft wetly, slurping on it noisily, pulling my mouth all
the way off it before sucking it in again, and licking it as I went. At the
same time I reached for his balls, and started lightly tickling around his
scrotum. I knew from experience that these two moves are sure fire, and sure
enough, after what must have been five minutes of this I felt his ballsack
tighten, and he started to come again. It was almost dry and not very long,
but I still considered it a great achievement; his first three-in-a-row! I
rolled the last of his semen around on my tongue, savoring it before I
swallowed it.
He looked totally drained as I helped him sit up, and move to the edge of
the bed. ³So, I told you this would be special! How did you like it?² He
looked at me worshipfully from under sleepy eyes, and answered, ³God... I
thought I¹d died and gone to heaven. I can¹t even imagine anything better
than that- if I could do that every day, I wouldn¹t care about anything else
in life!² I laughed, and said ³You just about can... but after a while you
might find a few other things that you like to do sometimes, too!²
We slowly put ourselves together, finished our sodas, and I went out to read
while he went off to the house.
5.
That evening, at dinner, Karen took me aside at one point; she seemed
concerned about something. My radar went right up, on edge for any hint of
discovery, which would spell disaster. I definitely did NOT want my sister
to discover my attraction to young boys; that was a secret I intended to
keep to myself- and of course my young proteges.
³Sophie dear, Maria told me that she saw Peter going out to your house this
morning after she brought you your breakfast- I hope he isn¹t annoying you,
he seems to be quite fixated on you.² (Maria was their maid.) I relaxed
internally, put a smile on my face, and said ³Oh, no, he¹s so sweet!
Actually, we¹ve discovered that we both love to play gin, so we¹ve been
having a tournament! He¹s really very sweet, I can¹t imagine him annoying
anybody!²
³Well, just let me know if he gets to be too much, and I¹ll talk to him; I
want you to be able to relax, and I know he¹s sweet, but a
thirteen-year-old¹s energy can be a bit much sometimes... Don¹t feel like
you have to entertain him if you don¹t feel up to it.² ³Don¹t worry, he
hasn¹t been a bother at all... and actually, I really enjoy his energy! I
love the way he holds up- I¹d love to have that much energy again!²
A little later I discreetly told Peter about his having been seen, and my
explanation about our both being gin fanatics. ³You DO know how to play gin,
don¹t you?² I asked quietly. He smiled, and told me of course; and so our
cover story was set.
The next day was a Saturday, so Karen wasn¹t working (Terry ALWAYS worked),
so it wasn¹t safe for me to have a ³date² with Peter. I had warned him of
that, but the few times I saw him that day he was moping around the house,
and he looked up at me longingly when he saw me, a downfallen air about him.
I felt frustrated, also. It was enormously fulfilling for me to do him; in
his innocent enjoyment he took so much pleasure from the sex I gave him,
that it doubled my own pleasure to see him in such ecstasy. I had rarely had
sex with a man who had the capacity for enjoyment that Peter¹s innocence
gave him. And the illicitness of the affair was extremely thrilling for me;
to be initiating this young boy into the naughty pleasures of sex, have him
as an eager disciple in sin, was deliciously thrilling.
The next morning, Sunday, there was a knock on my door just after I had
finished breakfast. I went and opened it, and there was Peter standing
there. I told him quietly ³Peter, It¹s Sunday; your mom¹s home. We talked
about this; it wouldn¹t be safe for us to visit today.² ³He looked up at me,
and argued ³She knows I¹m here, I asked her if I could go out and play cards
with you, and she gave me permission; it¹ll be ok, she won¹t come out here.²
I paused, then decided to let him in. ³You can come in, and I¹ll help you do
it, but only a very short one... and we¹ll play cards, too, just in case
your mom comes out here. I don¹t know if you understand how bad it would be
if anyone found out what we¹ve been up to.²
His eyes lit up, and he eagerly followed me back into the guesthouse. I got
out a deck of cards, and instructed him to deal two hands of gin, while I
went and got a washcloth from the bathroom. When I returned two hands of
cards had been dealt face down on the table in front of the sofa. I
instructed him to stand up and face away from the door. As he rose, I could
see the bulge in his pants that signaled his arousal. ³Now open your fly;
I¹m going to do it with your pants on; and if the front door should open
just walk straight away from it right into the bathroom, and anyone coming
in won¹t see your erection, and I¹ll take care of them.
I sat on the sofa and positioned him standing facing me by the side of the
sofa, near where he would be if he had just gotten up and was heading to the
bathroom. He had unzipped his fly and maneuvered his erection so that it was
projecting out towards me. I reached out with my right hand and grabbed it
with my thumb on the underside of his shaft and three fingertips holding it
along its top, and started sliding the loose skin up over the rim of its
head and back down again. I had the washcloth in my left hand, and told him,
³Now, you tell me when you¹re getting close to coming, I want to try and
catch all your semen in this washcloth so we don¹t have any messes to
explain.²
I jacked him off slowly; I had originally intended to do him fast and make
him come right away for safety¹s sake, but it was so erotic watching his
extremely swollen boy¹s erection getting done that I couldn¹t resist the
urge to draw it out; so I slowly pulled the skin of his penis up and down in
a very slow, trance-inducing extremely steady rhythm, with no variation,
that I knew would make the energy build steadily and send him through the
roof to an explosive orgasm.
He started breathing hard, and his eyes got that glazed-over look as he
became concentrated on his pleasure. A drop of cream started building on the
tip of his hardon, and I watched it swell, glistening like dew, until its
weight caused it to start to run down the front of his cockhead , to get
caught on the skin of his shaft when I pulled it up, and dragged down to
smear along the bottom of his shaft, becoming further spread by the steady
jacking I was inflicting on his erection.
His breathing was becoming harder, but I didn¹t vary in the relentless
rhythm of my jacking, keeping up the slow, steady pace I had started with. A
fresh gush of cream squoze out of his cock with each upstroke of my hand,
coating his hardon in a slick , wet film that started producing a sticky
sound with each pull of my hand.
He said heavily, ³If you¹d go a little faster I¹d come right now² ³That¹s
the idea,² I replied, ³to make it build slowly; then when you come, you
won¹t be able to help it, and it will be stronger.² We continued our tableau
in silence; him standing there, weaving slightly on watery knees, and me
steadily massaging his erection.
Then he closed his eyes, and breathed ³I-I¹m going to come...². I held up
the washcloth in front of the tip of his penis to catch the jets of come
that I expected to spurt from his cock; then felt his balls tighten and
erection swell harder than I had ever seen it, and felt it jump in my hand
as the first spasm of orgasm hit it.
A string of semen burst from the tip of his cock, followed by another and
another as it leapt in my hand. I held the washcloth a few inches away from
the tip of his erection, so I could watch the progress of his orgasm. The
washcloth quickly filled with a pool of come, and started to overflow,
dripping down onto the floor as he added yet more come to the puddle. I kept
jacking him steadily as he came and came, not varying the tempo at all.
It was so erotic feeling his young erection bounce in my hand, feeling his
urethra pulse as each jet of semen surged through it, pumped by the strong,
spastic contractions of orgasm deep in his groin. He was panting, making an
involuntary, animal grunting on each outbreath as he came; his eyes were
closed, and his whole body twitched with each orgasmic contraction.
Gradually the jets of semen diminished to a pulsing, weak flow that dripped
from his cockhead as the contractions gripping his erection weakened,
becoming finally mild, sporadic throbs of his relaxing erection in my hand.
I finally slowed my jacking, pulling on his penis with long, massaging
strokes to work the last of the come out of its tip.
³Oooooooh, sweetie, I can see you needed that! That was the biggest come
I¹ve seen from you yet!² He opened his eyes, a dazed look on his face, and
smiled stupidly. ³I think you must¹ve been following my advice, and saving
it for me. Were you?² He nodded, and I added, ³See, it works, doesn¹t it?²
I surveyed the aftermath of our sex; a small wet spot on the carpet, but
otherwise pretty contained. I told him to put himself away and sit down; we
might as well play a few hands of cards while he was here. It had taken
maybe seven minutes to make him come, so to keep our cover story intact he
needed to stay out here for long enough for several hands of cards.
As we started playing I told him how pleased I was that he had lasted as
long as he did. I explained that I¹d like to try to teach him to get used to
lasting longer, and how much more intense sex could get when it was drawn
out. ³But don¹t worry about it, I¹ll work you up to it!² I reassured him.
³After all, you¹re only twelve.² ³I¹ll be thirteen in two weeks!² he
complained indignantly. I laughed, and we played several hands of gin, which
I enjoyed much more than I expected to.
6.
The following day I started my new regimen. As I had lay in bed the previous
night I had found myself fantasizing about what techniques to use to
develop Peter¹s staying power; and as I played various scenarios out in my
mind I became very aroused, picturing myself doing him in different ways,
and I found my hand drifting down between my legs. I came, hard and long,
almost as soon as I first touched my clit. As I let go into sleep, carried
on the warm waves of satisfaction and release, I reflected on how
satisfactory my dalliance with my young paramour had become.
That next morning he tapped on my door after breakfast, and I told him to
come in, it was open. I was waiting for him, sitting on the sofa, wearing a
bra with the cups pulled down under my breasts, which pulled them up a bit,
nastily emphasizing their naked fullness. I was wearing filmy, practically
transparent panties, that clearly revealed the shadow of my pubic hair and
clung revealingly to my labia. He stopped in the doorway when he saw me,
obviously taken aback by my appearance.
I assumed what I thought wasa somewhat authoritative but friendly manner,
and directed him to close the door and come into my sitting area, which he
did obediantly. I then directed him to take off his sneakers, pants, and
underwear. He fumbled charmingly as he did, blushing a bit, which reminded
me that he was just a young boy, but with a focussed excitement that
revealed his anticipation of the sexual pleasure that he expected to follow.
As he pulled down his briefs I was pleased to see that he already had an
erection. I directed him to come stand right in front of me, and I reached
out my right hand and started stroking him very slowly, and began to fondle
my breasts with my left hand. I could imagine the effect seeing this would
have on a young boy, and sure enough his eyes followed the movements of my
hand on my breasts with rapt attention. While I performed this languid
tittilation I explained to him what was to follow.
³This morning we¹re going to keep you hard for a long time, and let you get
close to coming, but we¹ll hold you back for a long time before you do. I¹m
going to be masturbating both of us, and I can tell I¹ll come several times,
which should help with your excitement. You just do exactly what I tell you
to.² Just telling him this sent a thrill through my body, and I knew that my
first orgasm of the morning would be soon.
I gently released his hardon and dropped my hand to my pussy and started
masturbating, while I kept rubbing my breasts with the other hand. ³Now
stand there and watch me. You can hold your erection if you want, but don¹t
rub it, for now.² He immediately encircled his shaft with his right hand and
held it, while he eagerly ogled the show I was presenting him. I made it
particularly erotic for him, tickling my pussy through my panties a while,
then slipping my fingers under the leg elastic and running them up and down
my bare slit a few times, then pulling them out again and doing more
tickling. All the while I continued to fondle my breasts, moving my hand
from nipple to nipple.
³Now kneel down, and put two fingers into my pussy, to feel me having my
first come. No rubbing yourself!²
He knelt down, eyes eagerly transfixed on my crotch, as I pulled the leg of
my panties aside to allow him access to my vagina. ³Hurry, I¹m about to
come...² I gasped, and I helped guide his inexperienced fingers into my
pussy.
It felt heavenly to feel his unskilled fumbling as his fingers slid into me;
putting on this show had made me very aroused, and I could feel myself about
to come, hard. I slowed the rubbing on my clit to bask in the nasty
sensation of my orgasm building, and as I could feel it just about to crest
I told him, ³Oh... Now feel me coming...²
The orgasm washed over me violently, gripping me relentlessly in its power.
I found myself involuntarily moaning ³Oh... Oh... Oh...² as each strong
contraction gripped my vagina as I came. Peter had automatically started to
move his hand on his erection, spurred on by my wet pussy squeezing his
fingers over and over as I came, but I managed to tell him ³Don¹t rub it!²
after the initial intensity of the orgasm began to subside. He complied, and
as I kept coming I told him, ³Feel how long I can come... I can usually draw
it out... if I try... there... still coming... Can you feel it?²
He looked up at my face and stammered, ³Oh, Yeah! Shit, it¹s still going!² I
faked it and, even after I stopped coming, I gave his fingers several more
squeezes with my pussy to make it seem that I was coming even longer to
stimulate him more.
Then, after I caught my breath a moment, I directed him to slowly pull his
fingers out and stand up, and let go of his erection. I straightened my
panties and sat up, then surveyed the condition of my young subservient
lover. I could see he was very aroused; he was breathing hard, and his
erection was very hard, bright red, and a string of sticky fluid trailed
from its tip to the hand that had just released it.
³How do you feel? do you think you would come right away if I started in
doing you now?²
³Oh yes..² he panted,² It was so hot watching you- I¹m just about to come,
if you¹d just touch me or let me do it...²
³Ok then... why don¹t you go to the fridge and get us a coke?... and don¹t
touch it while you¹re out of the room!² He seemed reluctant, eager to
consumate his arousal, but he turned and went into the kitchenette. I heard
sounds, and in a minute he was back with two sodas.
³Now sit down next to me. I see you¹re still hard- Good. We¹re going to keep
you hard for a long time.² He sat, and I directed him to sit with his legs
spread a bit. I took the soda he brought me in one hand, and reached out
with my other and started lightly tickling his balls.
³There¹s lots of things we can do that probably won¹t make you come, but
will keep you hard, and feel very good. This tickling is a really good
example; it won¹t make most men come, but will keep you close. Drink your
soda if you like; I won¹t stop.²
He had a few sips of his soda, but was clearly captivated by the sensations
of my fingertips on his balls. His erection was sticking up stiffly above my
hand, bouncing with his quickened pulse, its head shiny with the fluid that
was oozing from it under my ministrations. We were both watching it intently
as I worked on it. ³You have two jobs,² I said; ³one, is to warn me if you
get too close to coming; two will be to keep it from getting too wet. Take
one of those kleenexes next to you and blot its head when it gets wet like
that. I don¹t want to get any stains on this couch.²
He complied, and then kept a kleenex in his hand, blotting the tip of his
dick from time to time as needed. As I did him I encouraged him to talk,
training him to regard sex in a more matter-of-fact light. I asked him how
it felt having his balls tickled, If he thought he might come, told him how
much I had enjoyed feeling his fingers inside me while I came, and so on,
encouraging him to answer me, maintaining a conversation while he was being
worked on.
It felt incredibly exciting to be inflicting such erotic torture on this
sweet boy, I was getting strongly aroused. I loved watching his young
erection straining for release, bobbing above my tickling fingers with the
force of his pulse, shiny with its own fluids. Feeling the heat building in
my own groin, I reflected that I had rarely felt such sexual excitement with
any man in my life, as I was regularly achieving in this illicit dalliance
with my young nephew. After several minutes he said he didn¹t know if he
could stand it anymore, it was feeling so intense. I stopped the light
tickling I was doing and held his tight scrotum cupped in my plam, and,
pulled by the swelling of my genitals, asked him, ³Would you like to make me
come again? I could show you a new way to do it, if you¹d like...²
His face was shiny with perspiration that his arousal had generated, and his
eyes were glazed over with the film of lust. He nodded eagerly. I told him,
³Ok, now do exactly what I tell you, and this time you¹ll be able to feel me
come better than you ever have.²
I directed him to come around and kneel on the floor in front of me, while I
stood and removed my panties. My pussy was soaked from the thorough orgasm I
had had and the stimulation of working on Peter, so I blotted my vaginal
area with a few kleenexes to dry it somewhat in anticipation of what I
intended for him, and took a towel that I had ready and spread iton the seat
beneath me, sat down, and opened my knees. ³You know how I made you come
with my mouth? I want you to do the same thing with me.² I was afraid he¹d
balk at what I was directing him to do, but his eyes lit up and he eagerly
assented.
I lightly stroked my fingers over the area around my clit, and told him to
lick me right there as if he was eating an ice cream cone. ³Keep your hands
on my thighs; I don¹t want you coming just yet... If you do a good job on
me, I¹ll let you come in my mouth afterwards as a reward.²
He compliantly placed both of his hands on my thighs, leaned forward, and
tentatively gave my pussy a lick. The first contact of his tongue on my lips
sent a shiver through my body. He evidently decided it wasn¹t bad, and he
started licking me in earnest.
His tongue felt heavenly as he worked it around my pussy. I could feel my
clit tightening and my lips swelling as that deliscious wet tickling
stimulation worked its magic. I directed him to work the tip of his tongue
in between my lips and clit on both sides, and he got the hang of it
quickly. It was heaven! I knew I would come soon...
He was drooling, and between that and the juices he was working out of me, I
was getting quite wet. I tend to get quite wet when I get aroused anyway, so
when I get eaten it¹s always a flood. I could feel that my inside upper
thighs were being smeared with fluid by his cheeks as he moved his head
around, and my asscheeks were soaked with the wetness dripping down my
crotch from my pussy.
I could feel my vagina opening as it does when I¹m going to come, so I told
him to put three fingers inside me; I wanted to feel him inside me when I
did. He reached with his right hand and slid three fingers into me; they
entered easily, I was so wide and wet. As they slid in I felt the
fulfillment that only being filled up brings, and heard myself exclaim
aloud, ³Oh!² as I started to come.
I came hard, even harder than the first time that morning. Peter
instinctively started sucking my clit as he felt me come, which prolonged my
orgasm; my pussy clamped down on his fingers over and over as I came, hard
enough to produce a squishy sound with each spastic contraction. I felt
totally fulfilled as I kept coming, my young lover eagerly sucking me, on
his knees between my legs.
Gradually my orgasm subsided, and Peter raised his head, leaving his fingers
inside me. I handed him a towel for his face, and he withdrew his hand and
took it, and started to clean up. I took another towel and wiped myself as
well, stood up, crumpled the now wet towel I was sitting on, put my panties
back on, and sat down.
³That was very good, Peter! Did you like it? How are you feeling? I hope you
still didn¹t come-² He was standing before me, and I could see very well
that he hadn¹t; he was as hard as I¹d ever seen him, his penis bright red
with congestion, its head swollen violently, the tip of his erection
shiny-wet with leakage. He had a dazed, lusty look, evidently very impressed
with the new sex act we had just completed, but eager to have an orgasm of
his own. ³N-no...², he managed to mumble.
³Come here, let¹s take care of that- I think you¹ve held out long enough², I
said, and reached my hands around his bottom to pull him towards me. He let
me, until he was standing right in front of me, his erection bouncing right
in front of my mouth.
The sofa was a perfect height. I leaned forward slightly, and sucked the tip
of his penis between my lips, one of my hands on each of his buns. Without
moving at all, I started sucking on the tip of his erection, hard. I
included a miniscule motion of my tongue, lapping small circles slowly under
the bottom of his cockhead.
I started alternating hard sucking with no pressure, as if I was trying to
drink a thick milkshake, being careful not to move at all, so that the
suction would be all that he was feeling. I wanted to make him come hard,
but also make it hard for him to come.
He was groaning now. I tasted the slippery salt-sweetness of his pre-come,
as my suction drew it out of his erection, coating the inside of my mouth. I
left my left hand on his bottom, holding him to me, but pulled my right hand
back, and started lightly tickling his balls with my fingertips.
As the new sensations penetrated his awareness he let out a loud moan, and I
felt his knees start to buckle and his cock swell even more, as he started
to come.
His dick leaped in my mouth, as a strong jet of semen flooded into it
hitting the back of my throat, and his hardon kept bouncing as another jet,
then another, followed, filling my mouth with his sweet-tasting come. I kept
sucking hard, and swallowing, as I sucked more and more come out of him. I
was bobbing my head up and down along his erection now, jacking him off with
my lips to prolong his orgasm as much as possible. He was moaning
²Oh...oh...oh...² as he was gripped by each powerful contraction of orgasm,
and he was barely able to remain standing, his knees on the verge of giving
out on him.
He kept coming; even after he had no more semen to ejaculate, his dick kept
jumping in an ever slowing rhythm as his orgasm gradually wound down. I had
never seen him come nearly so hard or so long, and I expect he never had
before. I kept sucking his dick until well after it stopped pulsing, and I
felt it beginning to deflate in my mouth.
I finally released him, handing him his towel again. As he wiped himself I
swallowed, savoring the rich flavor of his come as I swllowed the last of
it, clearing my mouth. He had the flush and glow of total satisfaction on
his face, and a dazed, sleepy expression on his face.
I handed him his briefs and pants, which he distractedly put on; then I had
him sit next to me, and we started to finish our sodas. ³That was wonderful,
dear², I said. ³I love having you come in my mouth. And so hard! See, there
IS an advantage to drawing it out, isn¹t there?²
Peter was clearly overwhelmed by the experiences we had just shared, but he
did manage to say, with an attempted nonchalance, ³Gosh, that was really
good! And I really liked doing that to you, too...²
³You did it very well. I think you¹re a natural. Next time we¹ll try
something else new for you; and we¹ll DEFINITELY draw it out again! That
worked really well... eventually we¹ll have you going all morning! Now
remember; keep on being REALLY careful not to do anything that would let
anyone get any idea about what we¹ve been up to. Just keep acting as if
nothing was going on, and we¹ll get to keep doing this for a long time.
You¹d like that, wouldn¹t you?²
³Yeah! Damn, this is the best... I¹ll be really careful-²
³Well, just be really careful and low key about me. And remember, don¹t do
yourself until tomorrow when we¹re together, save it for me! Ok? Then it¹ll
be much better...²
He finished his soda and we chatted a bit more, then he left. I straightened
the mess left by our ³date², and as I was picking up the towels I felt a
wash of wellbeing at the deep pleasure I was getting from this ongoing
seduction of my sweet nephew into the joys of sex; I found myself
fantasizing about what I would have him try at our next encounter, and felt
the warmth of arousal growing in my middle as I pictured some of the things
we might do...
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