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.'
