****** Summer of '72 by ProteusTwo ******
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Summer of '72


Writers note: This is a true story, although some of the actual dialogue has
been filled in from memory since this all happened almost 30 years ago....


I really can't remember a time when I wasn't conscious of my sexually, because
I recall having hard-ons when I was eight or nine years old. Like any pre-
adolescent child, I dealt with them in various ways and by the age of 13 had
invented numerous ways to rid myself of them pleasurably. I humped pillows,
masturbated three and four times a day and spent untold hours dreaming about
the neighbor lady next door, my mother's friends, my teachers and even the
middle-aged lady that owned the convenience store on our block.

The summer after I turned 16 (this would have been 1972) I was still very solo-
sexually active, but far from brave enough or confident to actually attempt to
have sexual contact with a member of the opposite sex. I had "girlfriends" and
had done some heavy petting, but had never gone "all the way". My experiences
had been limited to my own self gratification, a couple of hand-jobs from girls
and an aborted attempt at a blow job by my "steady" when we almost got caught
by her parents.

Summer had just started and I was bound and determined to get laid, one way or
another, before I starting eighth grade. Two weeks into the summer break I got
an opportunity to take a week long vacation to Texas with my aunt and uncle and
another couple, who unbeknown to me, were involved with my Aunt Carol and Uncle
Jerry in a swinging relationship. The plans were to travel to Houston, spend a
few days, then make our way to the Galveston area where we would spend a few
days on the beach I jumped at the chance to go. On one hand, it would alleviate
the boredom of being home alone during the summer (both my parents worked) and
on the other hand, the thought of being in such close quarters with my aunt and
her friend-both very attractive in their own way-appealed to my raging
hormones. While I never expected anything to happen beyond an occasional
"accidental" peek or getting to sniff a fresh pair of panties, I saw the trip
as a means in which to enrich my sexual awakening.

Aunt Carol was basically a kewpie doll, standing about 5-2 and weighing in at
about 105 pounds. She had frosted, dark blonde hair and large, expressive blue
eyes. She talked in a falsetto, Betty Boop-like voice that had probably been
cute when she was 14, but she had used the voice so long that I think she had
forgotten how to talk in her normal voice. At he age of 27, she still had a
girlish look about her, although marriage and childbirth had combined to give
her a worldly edge that I really found attractive. She always wore a musky
cologne that smelled like-at least to me-she had just emerged from a marathon
lovemaking session.

Aunt Carol's breasts were a full 36-D, with just enough sag in them to create
the illusion that they were bigger than they really were. Her waist was
probably not more than 22 inches around and her hips were somewhere in the 33-
34 inch range. Her legs were shapely, solid and muscular but not as long as the
legs of the women I fantasized about most of the time. She was my mother's
youngest sister.

The wife in the other couple - Francine - had more of an angular look about
her. Standing about 5-8 and weighing 120 pounds, Francine was 33 years old and
small breasted (probably a 32B), but she had lucious long legs and an ass like
a playboy model. Part Indian, she had long, black hair that reached her waist,
big brown eyes and full, pouting lips. With her slightly large nose, she looked
like a rounder, fuller version of Cher.

My Uncle Jerry and Francine's husband Larry worked together in a catering
business. At 5-8, I was as tall as both of them. I was a muscular 165 pounds
while Uncle Jerry and Larry both probably went in the 185-190 pound range. Both
were biker-looking types, although neither actually owned a motorcycle.

The drive to Houston from where we lived was eight or nine hours, and we left
on a Friday afternoon after work, with the idea of driving straight through to
avoid the traffic and the Texas heat. We traveled in a Volkswagen van, with
captain seats in the front and two bench seats in the back. The men rode up
front, the women in the middle and me on the back seat, which stretched across
the back of the van.

We had driven about fifteen miles when I discovered if I scooted to the far
right of the seat I was on, I could steal a peak down the armhole of Aunt
Carol's sleeveless blouse and see the side of her tanned globe. It was obvious
she wasn't wearing a bra, and as she talked to Francine and leaned back and
forth to talk to the guys in the front seat, I was getting quite a show.
Naturally, my dick was instantly hard at the sight and with the jean shorts I
was wearing, not an easy problem to hide.

I'm not going to try and tell you that at sixteen I had a raging, monster cock
but when it was hard, it was a good seven and a three quarter inches long and
four inches around. Other than being in showers with guys after football games,
I didn't really have a lot to compare it to, but I was confident that I was as
least as big as most the guys my age.

We had driven about 100 miles-with me still using a pillow to hide my erection-
and I had gotten several good looks down the side of my aunt's blouse at her
ample tit. Since my cousin and I were on the back seat, the cooler holding the
soft drinks for the trip were directly under where I was sitting, Aunt Carol
had turned around several times to get liquid refreshments and each time I was
able to steal a quick glance down the scoop neck of her blouse into the valley
between her hefty boobs. In addition, Francine's long hair cascaded down the
back of the back of the seat sensuously, and occasionally grazed my bare left
leg.

I was seriously worked up by now, and by the time we made our first bathroom
stop, getting out of the van would have revealed my aroused state. So I stayed
in the van while everyone else went to the restroom, and as soon as everyone
was out of the line of sight, I popped open the fly of my shorts and allowed my
cock to spring forth from it's confinement. A few deft strokes along the shaft,
and I shot a serious load of cum onto the back of the pillowcase, which I then
cleaned up the best I could with the napkins from the fast food joint we had
visited before we left.

Once everyone was back in the van and we had driven for another four hours or
so, the motion of the van and the growing darkness was starting to make
everyone sleepy. Within fifteen minutes of relieving my load into the
pillowcase, my prick started to stir again as I fantasized about my aunt and
what it would be like to suck on her nipples and push my dick between her
athletic thighs. Just as I was about to achieve total hardness, my aunt's voice
brought me back to earth.

"Dennis, honey, if you're not using that pillow, can I use it," Aunt Carol said
in her high-pitched voice. "I really need to lay my head down for a few
minutes."

I didn't have time to panic. Although the pillowcase still had a slightly wet
spot the size of a half dollar on one side and was covering another huge
erection, I knew that refusal to let her use the pillow would immediately cast
suspicion on me, since all I had done since we had left was hold it in my lap.
I knew the semi-darkness would hide my hard-on so I handed her the pillow
sheepishly, hoping she wouldn't notice the wet spot.

To my horror, she immediately flipped the pillow over, laid it on the armrest
and with her face toward me, placed her head on the pillow with her nose just
inches from the splash of cum that was still damp to the touch. I held my
breath for what seemed like three or four minutes and thought I had pulled it
off, but Aunt Carol's nostrils suddenly flared and she started unconsciously
sniffing the pillow. She opened her eyes and started sniffing more
aggressively, then using her fingers she found the damp spot to the right of
her face.

She raised her head, readjusted the pillow where the spot was right under her
chin, closed her eyes and took a long and deliberate deep breath. She then
snaked her tongue from between her red lips and flicked the tip of it over the
spot two or three times. She licked her lips silently, nodded her head and
smiled, then looked directly at me. With her gaze focusing intently on the
bulging front of my shorts, she smiled again, licked the spot on the pillow
slowly two or three times then sucked the fabric into her mouth, sucking and
nibbling gently. Then she gave me a little wink.

I was alternately embarrassed, mortified and scared half to death, but there
could be no doubt about my aunt's gaze or the fact that she had smiled, licked
my cum from the pillow and winked at me.

The remainder of the ride was uneventful other than my continuing discomfort
from a constant erection. Aunt Carol and Francine were whispering and giggling
like schoolgirls, but they weren't loud enough that I could hear what they were
discussing.

About two a.m. we rolled into Houston and stopped at a motel next to the
interstate on a service road. There were several chain motels, a couple of bars
and restaurant's and one "show bar" called Foxy's within about a five block
strip where we had stopped. As we checked in, the clerk told us the pool
supposed to be closed but since we were the only guests staying in that wing,
we could swim if we wanted as long as we kept the noise down.

We unpacked the van and headed to our rooms, with Aunt Carol, Uncle Jerry and
me in one room with two beds and Larry and Francine in another room. Uncle
Jerry and Larry carried in all the luggage, said they hungry and were going to
run back down the road to a truck stop we had passed and get something to eat.
That left me with the two women. Before I could mention I was hungry as well,
they were in the van and gone.

Since the pool was right outside out ground level rooms, Aunt Carol, Francine
and I all decided to go for a quick dip to knock the road dust off us before
hitting the hay. I also thought that a cool dip might settle down my throbbing
prick, which had basically been hard for about three of the last four hours.

I slipped into the bathroom to put on my trunks and while I was in there,
Francine came over from her adjacent room. I could hear them talking in hushed
voices and giggling again as they put on their bathing suits and I opened the
door just a crack to see if I could hear their conversation. While I couldn't
hear what was going on, I could see their reflections in the mirror over the
sink in the alcove in front of the bathroom. I watched as Aunt Carol took over
her running shorts then peeled off her lace underwear to revel a tuft of honey
blonde hair barely covering her mound. I help my breath as Francine lifted her
t-shirt over her head and revealed peach-sized breasts with rubbery nipples
that looked like pencil erasers as she prepared to put on her bikini.

Unconsciously, my hand went to my swollen member as I watched the scene in
front of me. I had made two or three passes along the length of my shaft when
my aunt's voice brought me back to reality once again.

"Dennis, baby, wait a second before you come out," Aunt Carol trilled in her
sing-song voice. "We're not decent out here." (Giggles).

"And we're not dressed yet either," Francine added. (More giggles).

Catching the conspired tone of their voices-and being street smart enough not
to let the remark about not being "decent' go unnoticed -- I decided to play
along.

"Just a sec," I yelled back, "I've got my hands full in here."

"I'll bet you do," Francine laughed. "I'll just bet you do."

And they giggled some more.


Part Two

Aunt Carol and Francine had gone on to the pool, so I shut the bathroom door
and proceeding to jack off in order to momentarily maintain some control over
my bulging, engorged rod. I delivered six or seven hard spurts into the
commode-enough to allow my cock to go soggy or at least a few minutes-and
adjusted my member so it lay flat against my abdomen, held in place by my tight
swimming trunks.

Even at 2 a.m., the temperature in southwest Texas can be stifling, and that's
how it was this night. As I stepped from the air conditioner motel room into
the small courtyard that surrounded the pool and was immediately hit with a
sensation not unlike walking to close to a blast furnace. Aunt Carol and
Francine were already in the shallow end of the pool when I got there, so I
went to the deep end and proceeded to do dive after dive off the low diving
board. Aunt Carol and Francine watched my dives, and after about the third one,
started assigning Olympic-like scores to each. As they commented on my dives,
they would talk quietly among themselves, then laugh about what they had said.

After several dives-with the good-natured scores they were giving me
approaching 6.0's-I was pretty much worn out, so I swam down to the shallow end
and sat on the steps that ascended into the pool. Aunt Carol and Francine were
splashing each other and having a good time, and their bikini's showed off
their figures as they bounced around in the glistening water. Suddenly,
Francine climbed out of the pool and excused herself, saying she was going to
the room for a few minutes to get anther towel.

That left me and Aunt Carol alone in the pool, and the water glistened on her
breasts as she leaned against the side of the pool, arched her back and
stretched her arms above her head. Her nipples pressed against the thin, yellow
fabric of the bikini, standing out like pencil erasers. The faint outline of
her aureoles was visible through her bikini top, and I couldn't help but stare
at her in the moonlight.

Within moments, I could feel my cock start to stiffen, so I eased down another
step into the pool so my waist was just below the water line. As my prick
became engorged with my hot blood and started to throb, the head pushed against
the elastic waistband of my trunks.

Trying to hide my discomfort, I swam a few laps then swam to the pool edge
closest to her and just made small talk for a little while. From the motel
room, which was about fifteen yards away from the end of the pool where Aunt
Carol and I were relaxing, I could see the curtains moving and figured that
Francine was watching just to see what might happen.

The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Finally, Aunt Carol spoke.

"So, are you enjoying the trip so far, sweetie?" she asked casually as she
scooped up a handful of water then dumping it in between the valley created by
her jutting tits. "I know that being sixteen and being dragged along with a
bunch of old folks is a pain in the ass, but maybe you can have some fun on
this trip anyway. "

With that, she slid along the edge of the pool until her left shoulder was
against my right arm. Without saying a word, she dropped her left hand to the
front of my tenting swim trunks and with the palm of her hand began to slowly
rub my cock through the lycra material. She looked up at me and smiled then
leaned back into the crook of my arm and started nuzzling my ear with her soft,
moist mouth.

My cock immediately sprang to full attention and I turned to face her, pinning
her against the side of the pool. She clawed at the front of my bathing suit
until she lowered it enough to allow my dick to spring free, then she tip-toed
and squeezed my cock between her thighs. Her eyes were glazed over with pure
lust as she placed he hands around my neck and pulled my lips to hers.

I reached behind and untied the bow of her bikini top then reached higher to
get to the one behind her neck. I stepped back and the bikini top dropped to
water. I reached for the strings holding on her scant bikini bottoms, and with
a gentle tug on either side of her hips, the small patch of material fell away
and floated in the pool next to the bikini top.

I stepped back up to continue our kiss and the spongy head of my prick pushed
easily into her velvety folds, like it was guided by some unseen force. I
cupped a cheek of her ass in each hand, made a little dip so my cock slipped
between her legs and pulled her hard against me. My cock was instantly sliding
up and down between the lips of her hot, wet pussy and we rock back and forth
wordlessly for what seemed like eternity.

Suddenly, she stopped trusting against my cock and placed both hands on my
chest, trying to push me away.

"I can't do this," she said quietly. "This all started out as a stupid bet
between me and Francine to see if I had the guts to seduce you, but it's gotten
way out of hand. You're just a kid and my nephew to boot. Let's go over on
those lounge chairs and sit down and clear our heads."

"My head is perfectly clear," I said as I pulled up my trunks and climbed from
the pool, my cock creating a big bulge in the front of my trunks. "I've dreamed
about doing stuff with you since I was eleven years old, and even though you
are my aunt, I think you are just about the sexiest woman I know. Right or
wrong, you know what we were just doing felt good."

She smiled and took a deep breath, as if she was trying to organize her
thoughts. In her mental fog, she had climbed from the pool totally nude and
started to wander towards the chaise lounges next to the fence that surrounded
the pool. I followed close behind her, watching her marvelous ass checks move
up and down with each step.

We walked to the lounges and she bent over to straighten the cushions on them.
She leaned over too far and fell face first into the chair, and her ass poked
up in the air. I could see droplets of water glistening on her cunt hairs.

At first, I reached out and placed a hand on each hip in an effort to steady
her and to keep her from falling, but at the touch of my hands on her bare
skin, she moaned, spread her legs a little wider and lifted her ass so her
pussy gaped open just a fraction of an inch. That was all the encouragement I
needed, and I quickly pulled out my meat pole, slid my arm around her and used
the other to guide my throbbing cock between the lips of her juicy love canal.
I pushed and about half of it sunk into her.

"Oh! Oh!" she gasped, "We shouldn't do this."

I started pumping my cock in and out of her. I could feel the hot silky,
feeling of her pussy encasing my cock as we sank to the cushions. Her breath
was coming in short pants and her tits heaved and swayed to the strokes I was
taking. I pulled my cock out and rolled her over onto her back, placed her legs
over my shoulders and buried my cock clear to my balls in her hot, juicy twat.

She let out a wail of pure lust that I was afraid would awaken the motel guests
on the other end of the property, and I placed my hand over her mouth. Her eyes
told me she would be quiet, so I uncovered her mouth and she and started
panting in my ear.

" Fuck me, fuck my hot pussy. Fuck me till I come all over you. I want you to
come all over my tits. Fuck me hard, you little son of a bitch," Aunt Carol
begged, with no sign of her fake voice.

I kept pumping hard and fast, my cock making a slurping sound as I pulled it
almost out then buried it to the balls again and again. She was moaning loudly,
begging for more. As I fucked her as hard and fast as I could, I glanced toward
the window of the motel room and smiled at Francine, who had thrown open the
curtain, was openly watching the show and clawing at her own cunt feverishly.

After about ten minutes of nonstop humping I started to come. I grasp a tit in
each hand and squeezed Aunt Carol's nipples as I spurted a load of juice deep
into her cunt. Then gradually I pulled my cock out of her overflowing snatch.
Her pubic hair was soaked with cum and her pussy was red and swollen. She lay
back totally spent as I rolled onto my side my hands still playing with her
tits. We lay there for a few minutes then she raised up on one elbow.

"That was fucking unbelievable," she said as she struggled to catch her breath.
"I think we may have to do this again."

"Yeah," I agreed, "when we get a good chance we'll do just that. But right now
I want you to suck my cock and get it hard so I can fuck you again and make you
really come."

"You're a horny little fucker, aren't you?" she grinned as she cupped my balls
with one hand, grasped my shaft with the other and lowered her lips to the head
of my cock. Her tongue flicked out searching for all the cum and pussy juice
still covering my rod. Then her lips opened and she sucked my cock clear to the
back of her throat. After a few minutes of this I had a raging hard-on again.
She smiled as she looked at it.

"Well, how you going to fuck me this time?" she asked breathlessly.

"Hard, but not as fast," I laughed as I sank my cock into her sopping cunt and
lifted her and carried her back to the pool. "But we're going to get back in
the pool because I don't want the desk clerk to come out here and interrupt
us."

As we stood in the middle of the pool, kissing and sucking each other's
tongues, I made sure my hands were constantly in motion. They were rubbing the
cheeks of her ass, slipping into her pussy for some juice so I could rub her
clit while also gently squeezing her tits and rolling her nipples between my
fingers. I licked her ear and neck, sucked her ear lobe and, in a low voice,
started to tell her in very explicit terms what I was going to do to her.

As I embraced her from behind, my cock was laying between the cheeks of her
ass, pressed tight between both our bodies. All the while I was talking to her
she could feel my cock and balls rubbing against her asshole. I told her how I
was going to make love to her

I was rubbing her clit and even though the water in the pool washed away some
of her natural lubrication, she was still wet enough for my cock to slip easily
into her pussy. I pulled her onto me and let her cunt and clit ride on my cock.
Rather than put it into her hole I let my cock massage her clit. Before long
she was ready to take me inside.

I could tell she was almost ready to have yet another orgasm so I wanted her to
have it with my cock lodged in her pussy and her clit rubbing on my pubic hair.
As she buried my rod deep in her hot hole her orgasm started to boil in her
belly. She let out a low guttural moan and held her lower area as she both
bounced on my cock and rubbed her clit on my hair.

I reached up and grabbed hold of her tits so that I could roll her nipples
between my fingers. When I did that she was well into her orgasm and her head
was thrown back and her mouth was open as if gasping for air. I bent down just
enough to reach her hard nipples with my mouth. I captured one between my teeth
and gently nipped it.

"Oh god!" she cried out. "Oh god, Oh god, Oh god!" over and over, again and
again and again as she rode my cock harder and faster through her explosive
orgasm. I reached down into our crotches and got two fingers into our hair and
got her clit into the slit formed by those fingers. She went totally over the
edge. She screamed so loud that I was afraid someone would hear us and have us
arrested. She continued through orgasm after orgasm, slamming her stretched
cunt lips against my pelvis

"Nobody, but nobody has ever made love to me like that. No man should know that
much about how to please a woman, much less a teenage kid," she panted as she
tried to catch her breath. "But you can't tell anyone. I will fuck you and suck
you when ever we have the opportunity, but it has to be our secret."

"What about her?" I asked, pointing toward the motel room window, where
Francine stood watching our every move. "Will she tell on us?"

"I don't think she'll tell," my aunt said with a wink as she reached for my
still bloated cock. "In fact, she may even want a little of this herself."

An hour later, I had fucked my Aunt Carol twice more in her cunt and once in
her ass until she came violently, all the time holding back my own load to
prolong her pleasure. Sated, she said we should go back to our rooms before
Uncle Jerry and Larry got back from their evening of watching women at the
adjacent titty bar.

As we walked towards our rooms and passed in front of the window where Francine
continued to watch us, I gave her a wink and a smile. She smiled back nervously
and asked if, "We had a good time swimming," as Aunt Carol pushed her way into
her room and fell on the bed exhausted.

"Yeah," I replied. "We had a good time. I like having a good time."


Part 3

When I got back to my room, I decided I needed another shower. After a good hot
shower I came out into my bedroom with a towel over my head drying my hair. I
got almost to the bed before I took the towel from drying my hair and saw
Francine setting on my bed. While I was in the shower, she had come into the
room, and I assumed she had gotten the key from Aunt Carol.

I had a pretty good idea of what she wanted, but decided to play it cool and
asked, "What are you doing in here? You get lost and go in the wrong room in
search of some fun?"

"Just waiting for you," she said, never looking away from my flaccid cock as
she spoke. "I want to talk to you for a minute and ask you something. "

She seemed mesmerized by my cock and nervously licked her lips. She was sitting
right in the middle of my bed toward the headboard with her legs crossed and
tucked under her. She was still wearing her bathing suit, but had thrown on a
crocheted shawl over the top. Still, I could see her nipples were hard through
the holes in the fabric.

I stood at the foot of the bed facing her, finished drying my hair and moved
the towel down and seductively wiped off my semi-ridged pool and my balls. I
looked her straight in the eyes.

"Well, talk away, I said. "What do you want to know?"

"Well," she stammered, "I was watching out the window and saw you swimming with
Carol and I..."

"Yeah, go on," I urged.

Her face was flushed and her breathing was coming a little quicker. Her breasts
were raising and falling with each breath. She squirmed around on the bed for a
moment, then spoke cautiously.

"Look, I know you're just fifteen and all, but watching you fuck your aunt out
there was the biggest fucking turn-on of my life," Francine said. "I don't know
if you saw me, but I was frigging my cunt so hard watching you guys I thought I
was going to make it bleed."

"And?" I urged her to continue. "What did you want to ask me?"

"While you were in the shower, Carol told me that you were the best fuck she
has ever had, and believe me, coming from her, that's a ringing endorsement,"
she said and smiled nervously as she openly stared at my now hard cock. "I told
her that she was full of shit, that you were just a kid, and there was no way
you could be that good."

"Well, since you watched everything from the window and you were playing with
your pussy the whole time, I must have been doing something right out there," I
said. "Besides, I owe you one. If you hadn't of made that bet with Aunt Carol,
I might not have got to fuck her the way I just did, and that's something I
been wanting to do for a long time."

Francine averted her gaze from my prick and looked into my eyes for a split
second, then dropped her eyes back down to my prong, which was now fully erect
and glistening with pre-come.

"You thought about fucking Carol for a long time?" she asked. "You ever think
about fucking any other women.... besides Carol, I mean.... I mean, would you
fuck me if you had the chance?"

Francine was moving on the couch now, her sexy body squirming as she slid to
the edge of the bed.

"Sure, I replied, "I think about fucking you all the time," I answered. "I have
that videotape that I took last summer of you swimming at Aunt Carol's house,
and I jack off watching it all the time."

Francine stood up and walked to where I stood. When my throbbing cock brushed
her inner thigh, she stopped and took a deep breath. Francine leaned closer.

"You said she owed me one," Francine said. "I think I'd like to collect."

Her lips came toward mine. Closer. Then closer still. The pink, moist tip of
her tongue came out. It ran slowly around her slightly parted lips until they
glistened in the light. The last inch between us disappeared, and her lips
found mine. Her tongue was insistent, worming into my mouth and fighting an
intertwining battle with my own.

By the time the kiss broke, we were both panting.

"You're so hard right now, Dennis," she whispered, her hand searching until she
confirmed that undeniable fact. "Mmmm, yes. You're all big and hard for me."

Francine took charge. She lifted her crocheted shirt over her hand and slid the
bikini straps off her shoulders, showing me her orange -sized tits. Her
trembling fingers reached out and lightly brushed my cock, as if she was making
sure it was still there. Our next kiss was skin to skin, her tits mashing into
my chest.

Francine slithered down my body like a snake, her pert tits dragging down over
my belly and crossing over my cock in a wondrous, sliding delight that was over
much too soon. As exciting and heavenly as her naked tits on my cock and balls
felt, I quickly forgot all about the thrill as she spoke, saying things I'd
only dreamed of hearing. "I'm gonna do you, Dennis," she said, wetting her lips
again and staring straight at my rock-hard boner.

"God!" I groaned.

"I'm gonna suck you off," Francine mewed, squirming delightfully between my
thighs. "I'm going to find out if that cock has anything left in it after the
show you put on out by the pool I want you to come for me. Come in my mouth."

As I looked on in awe, Francine's lips dropped down, touching the head of my
prick. It jerked, bobbing back and forth over her lips. A shiny bubble of pre-
cum burst as she kissed my cockhead. The slippery fluid stuck to her lips,
stringing out from my prick as she looked up into my eyes once more.

She knew I was watching. Francine smiled. Then she licked her lips and moaned.
My cum-trail broke, melting onto her tongue. The nipples pressing into my
thighs were upright and urgent now, denting my flesh with their rubbery
hardness.

"Jeez, Francine," I whispered. "Are we really doing this? It's not another
dream, is it? I can't really believe that we're finally doing it. I've wanted
to fuck you for so long."

"Me, too, honey, but not right now," she said, her tongue slipping out to swipe
over the magic inch just under my piss-slit. "I want our first fuck to be nice.
You're too hot right now. Let me get you off. I love giving head, anyway. Let
me take this one in my mouth; then you'll last longer when you get inside my
pussy."

Francine stopped talking. She was too busy for speech. Opening her mouth, she
dropped down, opened wide and slid her ruby red lips around my entire jerking
length, before clamping her moist lips around the base hen pulling her head
back slowly.

"Ooooh," I groaned.

She had told me that she loved giving head, and now she was proving it. She
opened wide again, taking more than half of my throbbing thickness between her
nibbling lips. The silky smoothness of her lips slid up and down, sliding over
my hard-on. Inside her sweet mouth, her teasing tongue was flicking wildly,
never stopping as she started bobbing her head up and down. She bathed every
inch of my aching hard-on with her sweet tongue as she sucked and slid her lips
around my purple-headed prick.

I tried to stay still, but I had to push my cock up, driving it into her mouth,
practically fucking Francine's face. She purred like a contented cat, pumping
her head in time with my thrusts.

I watched her pretty eyes as she worked her magic around my raging hard-on. She
really enjoying this. Francine licked and nibbled and sucked over my prick,
moaning deeply in her throat every time I jerked from her lewd attention. The
hotter she became, the further my hard cock seemed to sink into her mouth. I
felt the skin at the back of her throat, thinking that I was as far in as I was
going to get. However, one more moan, and the head of my boner slipped down
into the milking wonderland of her throat.

Francine was right about one thing. I was too hot to last. She must have known.
She pulled up, freeing my prick from her throat. Her sweating face twisted with
lust as she started bobbing up and down faster. Her snake-like tongue was back,
doing things to my raw nerve-endings that were heavenly. Her hand was cupping
my balls, urging the hot cum that was building inside them.

I tried to warn Francine I was coming, but she only moaned and tightened her
grip around my balls. When I came, she stayed with me right through the
shuddering blast. She took the whole load right in her mouth, which only made
me come more.

Francine slurped up every drop, even licking the small amount that had escaped
onto my belly. Again, she surprised me. She didn't stop; if anything, she
started doing even sexier things to me. Her fingers dropped under my balls,
massaging my asshole. And then her perky tits were back, dragging up over my
cock.

"Stay hard, baby," she groaned, her flushed face showing me just how hot she
had become.

Shit. After hearing that, I was willing to bet my cock wouldn't go down for a
week. I pulled Francine up and we moved back towards the bed. She rolled with
me, falling to position easily. My fantasy fuck parted her legs for me. She
opened, and then I was pushing inside, slipping into that oozing tunnel of pure
delight. My first stroke filled her, long and deep and tight. Francine was
moaning into my ear, urging me to fuck her - to fuck her harder, deeper,
faster.

My arms went under her upraised legs. She pushed up on my chest to tell me what
she wanted. I propped this horny thirty-three year old up, preparing her for
the pounding fuck that I knew she wanted. I slid my cock all the way into the
hilt and slowly withdrew it, circling my hips as my cockhead rubbed her clit.

"Like this?" I gasped, wanting to please her so much.

"Yes!" she hissed. "Fuck me, Dennis! I can't wait another second. Bury your
cock in me, sweetie. Ooooh, fuck me!"

As I was stroking my still-hard cock into Francine, I was in heaven. I could
see her eyes and feel her body responding to everything I was doing to her. My
long, slow strokes built her passions. When I hit her hard and fast and
unexpectedly, she shuddered way up inside, her inner charms rippling along the
full length of my buried boner.

"I'm coming, baby!" Francine screamed aloud. "God, I'm coming!"

I had been fucking her, but her climax changed that. Suddenly she was fucking
back at me. She squirmed around, ending with her hands gripping my biceps. Her
feet were flat on the couch beside my hips. As she fucked up to me, her cunt
was like a velvet glove coated with the slickest lubricant. She milked around
me, the wicked smile on her face telling me that it was on purpose.

"Mmmmm," moaned this mature, experienced woman. "You like that, baby? Is my
pussy as good as your aunt's? Do you like fucking my nice, tight pussy?"

I had stopped moving. I was pressed up as if at the top of a push-up. Under me,
Francine was anything but still. She was wild. She squirmed and shivered,
working every muscle in her luscious, firm body for my enjoyment. She fucked up
to me, trying to screw her entire body up over my aching hard-on.

"Come," she purred. "Shoot off inside me, Dennis. I'm safe. You don't have to
worry. Don't pull out. Oooooh, God! Let me feel it. Let me feel your hot cum,
baby."

The hot wetness of her juicy cunt was bubbling out around my prick. I'd just
blasted off in her mouth a few minutes before, but her naughty words were
making my cock jerk again. I started to stroke in and out of her silky fuck-
hole in time with her upward thrusts.

Even with this first fuck, Francine knew the perfect thing to do -- for both of
us. She pulled me forward just enough to put the sawing ridge of my prick over
her swollen clitty. In seconds, she was coming. I was behind her by about two
strokes. That fiery, pink slash between her legs sucked the juice out of my
body. I came so hard that little lights burned into the back of my closed
eyelids just as I collapsed over her panting body.

Francine kissed me, sucking on my tongue and licking my face and throat as her
pussy milked my cock for all it was worth. I pulled my dick out her gaping cunt
and shot the last few squirts of my load onto her flat, hard stomach.

"God, baby, that was so good...." she panted. "For a fourteen year old kid to
be able to fuck like that is amazing. I have fucked a lot of men in my life,
and I have never come as hard as I just did. I guess Carol knew what she was
doing when she invited you on this trip after all."

"Was I really good?" I asked nervously. "You know, before I fucked Aunt Carol
out there by the pool, I had never really been with a woman."

"You're kidding me, right?" Francine asked. "I've been with a lot of men, and
none of them ever made me the come the way you just made me come. Let me tell
you something, baby. If that was your first time, I'd hate to be under you when
you really know what you're doing."

It was amazing. In less than three hours time, I had gone from technically
being a virgin to being a skilled lover who had just satisfied the sexual needs
of two very beautiful and sexy women. And it was as if I had been fucking all
my life. I had always known that the size of my cock as well as my ability to
get hard and stay hard would serve me well once I was actually intimate with a
member of the opposite sex, but one seemed to fascinate Francine-as it had Aunt
Carol-was my ability to recover within minutes of shooting a heavy load of
cream.

As we lay cuddling on the bed, Francine reached out and wiped the cum off her
belly with her hand, then wrapped her fingers around my dick and started to
pump slowly. As her slick palm slid over the length of my dick, it immediately
responded and started to swell under her expert touch.

Without a word, she rolled me to my back, straddled my dick and started riding
me slowly. Her pussy was so full of my spunk that when she lifted her ass, her
cunt made a loud slurping sound with each stroke.

"Give me that dick, you little fucker," Francine purred. "Cram that cock up my
pussy, baby. Fill me up and make me come."

Within moments, Francine started making a gurgling sound with her throat, threw
back her head and started to lunge with her hips, driving the entire length of
my cock deep into her pussy. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body
went limp as she impaled herself on my cock once last time and started to
violently come. Although she had stopped moving, I was about to let her get off
that easy and slipped my hands under her ass cheeks and gently lifted her five
or six inches, then lowered her down on my piston just a little more than half
it's length. I continued to lift and lower her like I was doing arm curls with
a barbell with her legs tucked under her on either side of my hips.

I teased her by not allowing the entire length of my shaft to penetrate her
folds and her pussy milked my cock like a vacuum cleaner with each and every
stroke.

"God damn you," Francine cried out as she shook like she was having a spasm.
"You're fucking killing me. Please let me have all of it. I'm coming so hard!
Fuck me, baby, fuck me. Oh..ah...gawd...don't stop!

I didn't, and after what seemed like an eternity, Francine went completely
slack as if she had passed out. I pounded her hole for a few more minutes, but
decided there was going to be no relief for me just yet, so I allowed my still
hard cock to slide from her cunt. After a few minutes, Francine stirred from
her slumber, struggled to get to her feet and walked toward the door wobbly.

As she reached the door she turned around and smiled.

"Sweetie, I don't know how much you know about your Aunt Carol and Uncle Jerry
and me and Larry, but we're all swingers," Francine said. "The reason we came
to Houston in the first place was because there is a big swingers convention in
town this weekend and we thought we be able to meet some new friends."

"I don't know how Carol and Jerry feels about it, but I'm going to talk to
Larry and see what he thinks about us including you in on whatever we do this
weekend," Francine said. "You need to know something else. All of this isn't an
accident. Your Aunt Carol loves young boys, and your Uncle Jerry tries to
indulge her because she lets him fuck anyone he wants, as long as she gets some
young stuff every now and again."

"She has been with several boys - none quite as young as you - but with our
hometown being as small as it is, she has to really be careful," Francine said.
"Frankly, I never understood her fascination with teenagers before tonight, but
after what you just did to me, I can see what she is talking about. You are an
incredible fuck, and far as I'm concerned, you are a member of our circle of
friends from now on."

"Your aunt and I discussed this before she asked you to come on this trip, and
she talked with your Uncle Jerry about it," Francine said. "They made a
decision-that if you were willing-you could be her permanent young stud. She
figured she could get you at fourteen, teach you the things she wanted to teach
you and avoid having to seek out other young men and run the risk of being
arrested for statutory rape."

"So what do you think about all this?" Francine asked.

I grinned at Francine, who was pulling her bikini bottoms back on as she spoke.
After getting dressed she took a cigarette from her purse, lit it and inhaled
deeply while waiting for my answer.

"Hey, I don't have a problem with any of this," I said as I scrambled from the
bed. "I'm glad that you and Aunt Carol think I'm good in bed. To be honest with
you, I have always fantasized about older women anyway. If Aunt Carol wants me
to be her boy-toy, then I'm going to be the best boy-toy she could ever have.
You say Uncle Larry is all right with this?"

"Yeah, he doesn't care," Francine said. "We're all very open about sex. Why do
you think they left to 'go eat' nearly three hours ago? I think Larry will be
shocked that I fucked you, but I also think it would be an enormous turn on for
him to see me and you together."

"Me and you?" I questioned. "I thought this was about me and Aunt Carol."

Francine blew smoke rings in my direction and stepped towards me.

"Well, the only problem I see in this situation is how Carol and I are going to
share you," Francine said. "No way in hell-after the fucking you just laid on
me-is she getting you all to herself. Do you think you're up to keeping us both
satisfied?"

With my still hard dick sticking out in front of me, I laughed out my answer.

"Yeah, ya'll and three or four others," I said.

"This is going to be a hell of a vacation, kid," she said. "I hope you know
what you're in for."


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