from his shoulders.
Naturally he thought of Denise St. James first, of her sweet mouth and her fine titties with the just-right nipples that he lusted after so desperately.
Then he thought of his own dear sweet mother, and of her hand closed around his hard cock shaft, squeezing it, feeling it up, hefting it warmly in a way that no mother should ever hold her son's cock. Erik was as aware of the fact that his mother had groped him as she was herself, even though he had pretended to be asleep. He knew the promise within her caress of his hard-on, and he knew it wasn't at all motherly.
But most of all, he thought of Aunt Barbara. It was her, of all the cunts of his life, who had thus far turned him on the most. It was Barbara lean, with her incredible mouth, who had removed his clothes and admired his body and caressed his sex flesh and explained that everything was all right and that all those exciting things he had dreamed up all by himself to do to some girl with his dick were, after all, possible and highly recommended. It was Barbara Jean Crocker who had taught him the meaning of blowjob and who had allowed him to dig inside her pussy, to smell it and taste it and literally wallow in it until his face was coated with all her heady goodness and his cock was thumping like a sledgehammer and his balls were drawn up tight as rocks and ready to spit fire or at least virgin cum.
Yes, he decided, Aunt Barbara is the one for me. The first one for me. Maybe I'll, fuck all the other girls in the world after that, only I've got to find one to stand still, first, long enough for me to stick it up inside her pussy and get my nuts off. Only with my dick soaking inside my own cum inside some cunt for the very first time can I really lose my virginity.
It had been some time since the noises had died down, the sounds of the water running in the master bedroom bath. Perhaps they had finished their all-night mouth organ recital.
Gee, I wonder if Aunt Barbara went back to her own room or if she's just going to move into Mom's bed, the teen thought. If she is in her room, maybe I can go in there and she'll let me do it to her. His hard teenaged cock thumped solidly and his balls, feeling so heavy they hurt him, twisted around inside their blond ballsac.
Squirming around in his bed for the zillionth time, trying to find a more comfortable spot, a different angle for his hard-on to stick out at, Erik again decided it would be impossible for him to get any sleep, ever, until he learned how to fuck.
If it took the rest of his life, then he would just have to live it without sleep and with a roaring erection.
Denise's nipples! Barbara's tormenting tongue and delicious clit! Mother's warm, cock-squeezing hand and fantastic-looking ass! The teen's mind was filled with provocative fuck flesh and his every thought was centered directly within the head of his burgeoning, foreskin protected cockhead, almost totally exposed and pressing, moistly, against the rumpled sheets, pearly virginal precum drooling from the flexing cock lips and staining the material.
Damn it! he thought. I want to fuck! To fuck! To fuck! Fffuuuccckkk! I want to stick my cock into a cunt and fffuuuccckkk iiiit!
He sat bolt upright in bed, his feverish cock slapping noisily against his firm, flat belly, the knob of it extending way up past his dipped-in belly button and, winking at him. His balls slammed up tightly against the base of his root-cock and began radiating need-to-cum signals to his burgeoning prostate. Even his asshole, buried within the sweat-filled crack of his ass, was twitching irregularly, the shell-pink pucker of his sphincter reacting along with the rest of his sex flesh because of his enormous frustration at remaining fuckless.
Barbara Jean, alone in her big double bed, was warm and comfortable, her thoroughly used cunt still radiating pleasure sensations to the rest of her body and her cunt-licking raw lips tasting faintly of her sister's sweet pussy nectar. She had gone almost instantly into a deep, relaxing, well-fucked sleep and almost right away her mind began filling her head with beautiful visions of fucking and sucking.
Every cock in the world was in the bed with her. Not too many bodies, but a lot of cocks. Some of them she recognized and others her cunt recognized, even if her mind had lost them somehow. The feel of them was still there, stamped indelibly upon the inner walls of her soft buttery cuntal canal.
There was the first cock she had ever felt that way, from her insides out. Daddy's cock, but that was his and Barbara's secret alone, that had never been shared with anyone else.
There was the second cock she had ever had in her pussy, two days later. Old Mr. Baughman's the janitor's cock, and Barbara's first black one.
And all the rest of the dicks of her fuck hood up to and including Johan's big blond-headed Swedish cock that she had bounced upon and slid down, and down and down and down, grinding out her mindless lust and using his body like a fuck machine for her pleasure alone, coincidentally showing him for the first time in his big hunky life that it was just as possible for a man to be fucked as it was for the man to do the fucking, and sometimes more pleasurable.
Then, of course, here was Erik Swensen's incredible eighteen-year-old cock. That always hard penile projection that rippled with strength and vitality and the promise of enormous dimensions and capabilities yet to come as the teen finally reached maturity in size along with years and experience and expertise.
She could almost taste it in her mouth, the super-slick, overly sensitive cockhead that was normally protected by its own fleshy foreskin hood cover, rock-hard and almost too delicious sliding over her tongue and coating it with meat flavor before butting up snugly against the start of her throat the fat, nearly double-size cock shaft behind his sharply defined coronal ridge seeming to stretch her lips because of its burgeoning fullness. Erik's fever thumping balls nestled against her chin and bobbing faintly all by themselves and laying heavily against her neck, the just beginning blond hairs of it pleasantly tickling her sensitive shoulder flesh.
Her dream was so real she could smell the frantic sweat-streaked aroma of his sex flesh, his hastily wiped buttocks, the faint residue of dried cum from his last fist-fucking session, the dried up piss from a casual dick shaking, the soapy perfume of his satin-slick thighs after his last shower.
And Barbara Jean could even taste his cock. It had a distinctive flavor that she had never encountered before, and it drove her mind wild with passion. Maybe it was because the teen was her nephew, the product of her sister's cunt that was also sweeter than sweet to Barbara Jean. Whatever it was, the flavor lasted and lasted and lasted and she dreamed she could never get enough of mouthing it, of cleaning it with her swirling tongue, of drilling, down into his tiny spasming pisshole and making it wider, deeper, getting at the cunt-spasming source of his special tastiness, his virginal precum.
Barbara's sex dream was so real she could even feel the weight of the teen pressing down on her in the bed, his wild, sparse blond pubic hairs all over her face and his knees pressing into the mattress beside her waist, his fantastic firm buttocks bouncing again and again against her mounding breasts, the nipples already hot and hard and stabbing into his buttocks, his ass crack, one of them occasionally kissing the flexing, outward turning ring of his anus.
She could even hear the sounds that swirled around her dream-filled head. All Erik's passionate moans and sighs. All of Barbara's own slurping, spit and precum mingled cock-mouthing noises.
Her dream was so good, in fact, that she could hardly breathe. Her mouth was too filled with hot hard cock to breathe around it. Her face was too covered with fever-flushed belly. Her nose was filled with too many piss- perfumed blond pubic hairs, tickling her pleasantly. Her lungs cried out for oxygen and their desperate need finally broke through the astonishing vividness of her sex dream and rationality took over.
Barbara Jean awoke, finding a genuine in the flesh hard cock inside her mouth, trying to drill into her throat, and a real genuine in-the-flesh nephew sprawled over her, his naked, cock-hard body pressing her to the mattress and smothering her with passion and desire. Summoning whatever reserve strength she had within herself, she pushed him off her head and twisted it, breathing deeply, gasping loudly and coughing, sputtering, trying to speak to the teen.
'God!' she said, a bit loud. 'You startled me! Jesus, what a hard-on. Not that I mind, dear, but you shouldn't have sneaked up on me like this. You've let me sleep through some of the best part.'
'Gee,' Erik said after he fell back against the pillows, his cockhead popping loudly as it came out of her sucking mouth, sounding like the cork from a champagne bottle. It was all spit slick and precum streaked and sucked red-raw. It slapped sharply up tight against his trim belly and left a moist imprint of its entire length, its broader, flair-rimmed arrowhead-like knob, on the teen's abdomen. 'I didn't mean nothing wrong. I was just so… so anxious, I guess.'
'It's okay, dear,' Barbara Jean said. 'Just let me catch my breath and we'll see what we can do about it.' While she breathed deep, her chest rising and falling, her tits moving up and down provocatively, she reached over
