****** That makes it even by Alter Ego ******
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That Makes It Even

Like most guys, I've been horny for as long as I can remember. The idea of
saying no to sex, regardless of who it was going to be with, is completely
foreign to me. Around the age of thirteen I started masturbating, and it's been
a long career ever since.

One evening after dinner when I was younger and still living at home I decided
to pass the time by playing with myself. At the time I was unfortunate enough
to have the one and only bedroom on the first floor, right next the kitchen. My
mother was never much of a cook but she was certainly a neat freak, so it was
never easy for me to lose my self while I played with my incredibly hard cock
considering how much time she spent in the kitchen. Back then I had no frame of
reference for what it would be like to actually get laid, so god only knows
what I fantasized about while I poured vegetable oil on my crotch to lube
myself up.

I had been sliding my slippery hand up and down my pretty dick for a good half
an hour and my cum had just started to shoot onto my hairless chest when my
mother barged in my room and got an eye full of my engorged cock and hot
liquid. The last of my cum was still oozing from the tip of my penis when I
quickly sat up and turned to look at her, wishing someday she might have enough
respect for me to actually knock on the door.

"Mom, I," I began to stutter while my semen began sliding down my chest and
between my legs. "I don't need to hear any of your excuses, pervert," she
scolded, slamming the door as she returned to the kitchen. Pretty harsh words
from a tramp that got knocked up at the tender age of sixteen.

Shame swept over me as I stood and wiped myself clean with a towel I kept
hidden in the bottom of my dresser. I could hear my mother in the other room
banging pots and pans around, cursing under her breath. Until this day I never
forgave my mother for being so unforgiving and so fucking stubborn. I wished
she would simply go upstairs so I could quietly slip out the back door and
leave the house until she calmed down. It was a given that she would complain
to my father about my masturbation habit, which was embarrassing enough, but
his attitude toward a situation like this would be humorous. He'd simply laugh
at the both of us for being so red in the face about it.

Finally my mother left the kitchen and I didn't hesitate to get out of the
house. Only three blocks away lived my aunt, who I considered more of a friend
at the time. My father's youngest sister, she was only nineteen and living in a
small one-bedroom apartment. Often I stopped by to talk with her, but not that
much. Occasionally I felt guilty for imposing on her, but she paid it no
attention. Not only would our conversations frequently turn to sex, but more
often than not she would skip around indoors wearing tight T-shirts and shorts.
At fourteen there's nothing more sweet than having the opportunity to spend
time alone with a blossoming teenage girl who liked to flaunt her sexy body.

She answered the door with a cigarette hanging between her lips and a pile of
mail in one hand. As she let me in she caught me sneaking a peek at her erect
nipples showing through her white tank top. Things like that still happen to
me.

"What's going on, kiddo," she asked, plopping onto the couch and sorting
through her mail.

"Not much," I told her. "Let me grub a cigarette from you?"

"Help yourself," she replied.

I went to the kitchen to find another ashtray when I spotted a plain, brown box
on the table. I found it odd there was no return mailing address on it. Judging
by the shape of the box I figured that it might be a dildo or vibrator. I
brought it into the living room with me along with the ashtray.

"So," I prodded my aunt with a devious smile, "what's in the box?"

"None of your business, that's what," she replied without looking up. I could
tell she had just painted her long nails by the way she held everything,
including her cigarette.

"When are you going to stop smoking these menthol cigarettes," I said, "they're
disgusting."

"If you don't like them try go buying your own for once," she laughed. She knew
I was way too young to buy my own cigarettes. "And are you always so nosy in
houses that aren't your own?"

"No, just yours. So what is it?"

"I told you already, nothing," she said calmly. "So how come you're not at home
doing your math homework?" I was related to a wise-ass.

"I just needed to get out for a while, that's all."

"Get in a fight with your parents again?" "Not really," I started, "my mom
walked in on me jerking off."

She laughed so hard she started to cry.

"I'm glad you're getting a good laugh at my expense," I said. I was sort of a
wise-ass myself.

"That's hysterical," she blurted out. "Mommy caught you playing with your
little weenie!"

"It's far from little, bozo," I snapped back. "And since you think you're so
funny, I guess I'm just going to have a little look inside mystery box number
one here." As I started to open the lid of the box she leaped off the couch in
my direction. I jumped up and started running around the room as she
frantically tried to snatch it from my hands. Once or twice I stopped and held
it up over her head where she couldn't reach just so I could watch her
fantastic tits bounce as she jumped into the air.

Finally I spun around and pulled a life-sized dildo from the box. I had never
seen one before and I don't think I've ever seen one since that big.

"Well look what we have here," I said as I shook the plastic cock in her face.
"Big John isn't throwing the leg in the sack anymore?"

"We broke up last week," she said angrily. "Now give me that thing." She ripped
the dildo from my hands and hurried into her bedroom where I could hear her
going through a closet.

"As far as I'm concerned we both got caught jerking off today," I snickered.

She walked back into the living room and lit another cigarette. Her gorgeous
face was still flustered from all the running and jumping she had done, and I
watched a drop of salty sweat drip down her neck.

"Don't be embarrassed," I went on. "Just two minutes ago I admitted to
masturbating. Everybody does it."

"I know," she said, "it's just..."

"It's just what?" "Sorry I made fun of you earlier," she apologized. She took a
deep breath and lowered her eyes. "I know there's nothing wrong with playing
with myself, it's just I don't like admitting to it."

"Of course you don't, you're a girl. Girls never admit to fucking themselves
because it makes them look like they're either not good-looking enough to keep
a man or they're sluts. You're pretty much stuck between a rock and a hard
place."

"Well I know you don't have any hard places," she joked, blowing smoke across
the room.

"You don't want to go there," I said in my defense.

"Oh no?"

"That's right," I chided, "my dick is way too big for you."

"You'd like to think so, wouldn't you?"

"Well if I had something to get hard about then I'd let you see the naked truth
for yourself."

"Is that where you want to go, kiddo," she asked, "you want me to make you
little penis hard so you can rub it against me?"

"I bet the sight of that big dildo made your pussy wet," I said.

"And I bet my tits would make you cum," she whispered, lifting her shirt. Her
beautiful, sweaty chest popped into view and I couldn't help but lick my lips.
She placed her cigarette back between her lips and started gently brushing the
tips of her fingers against her nipples. I got up from my chair and kneeled
between her legs, bringing my face close to hers. When our lips touched she
backed away, moving her head next to mine.

"Why waste our time with kissing when there's so much else to do," she
whispered, sliding her tongue in my ear.

With both hands squeezing her luscious breasts together I began nibbling her
raunchy nipples, sucking them as hard as possible. I could feel my prick
growing in my jeans as I viciously dry fucked her wet cunt.

"That's it, baby," she moaned, "I want to feel your saliva all over my boobs."

Reaching around my waist she pinched my ass, pulling my crotch tighter into her
own. I let my tongue slide from her heavy tits down her tan stomach and over
the black tattoo surrounding her navel.

"You want your first taste of pussy, don't you," she said, sticking her tongue
at me and unbuttoning her shorts. Sparing no time she ripped them off, leaving
her panties. Grabbing the back of my head she lowered me lips first into her
concealed bush.

"You smell that, kiddo," she asked, "that's the smell of a steamy, wet, shaved
twat." Placing both hands on my head she swirled my face all over her cunt.
"You should consider yourself lucky," she went on. "Do you have any idea how
many guys want to do what you're doing right now? Do you know how many big,
stiff dicks want some of my sweet pussy? God, you want some so bad, don't you?"

All I could do was muffle a 'yes'. Every now and then I'd have to open my mouth
as wide as I could just to get a fresh breath considering how much pussy I had
in there. Eventually she pushed me away and slid her cotton panties down her
thighs and off her sexy legs.

"If you make me cum I'll let you keep those," she said as she spread her pink
pussy open. "Now get back over here and lick me, you little masturbator."

I propped myself in front of the couch on both elbows and brought my hungry
lips to her waiting, dripping cunt. The tip of my tongue lapped her clit as she
continued to scream in heat, and as I chewed her soft lips she wrapped my
smooth thighs around my neck, praying to god.

"Oh god, that's good," she yelled. "Suck my pussy, you filthy little boy!"

I focused my efforts back on her tiny clit and after five minutes of constant
sucking she came all over me. Some of her girlie juice splattered on my face, a
feat I'll most likely never witness again. Releasing her death hold on my neck
she took one of her c-cup breasts and brought the nipple to her mouth and
licked it, all the while keeping her eyes on me.

"That was pretty good," she purred between licks. "Did that make you hard?"

"What do you think," I asked, stroking my erect cock through my jeans.

"Looks pretty tasty to me," she answered. "Let's have a look at this thing."
She slid off the couch in front of me and pulled down my zipper. When I reached
down to unbuckle my belt she rushed my hands away.

"I'm a big girl," she looked me in the eye, "I know how to do this."

She wriggled her hand in my zipper and lightly touched my cock through my boxer
shorts. "So far so good," she said, licking her lips.

Michelle continued to take my pants off as I stood there staring down at her
naked body. Her long, black hair was so straight and soft. I reached under her
arms to massage her perky tits.

"You like those, don't you," she smiled up at me.

"Oh yeah," was the best I could do.

"If you're a good boy maybe I'll let you tit fuck me later."

"Sounds like a plan."

By now she had the base of my dick between her delicate fingers. Her right hand
went down to her sticky twat while she held my cock this way and that, checking
it out from all angles. "My god, Michael," she reveled, "your penis is so
fucking big, so beautiful, and so hard. Does it always get so stiff?"

"Oh yeah," I repeated.

"Your mother should be proud to have a son with such a perfect cock," she
joked. "Do you think you can cum for me like you did for her?"

"Oh yeah."

"Mmmmm," she mumbled, rubbing my cock over her cheeks. Once she kissed the tip
of it she needed more. Her tongue slid down its underside while she caressed my
balls. I placed my hands on the sides of her head in anticipation of fucking
her mouth. As soon as she placed my engorged dick in her hot mouth I realized I
wouldn't need my hands. Michelle started fucking me with her mouth as hard as
she could. From time to time she would gag, but she loved it. She was a
controlling slut who loved to use her lips to get men off. Staring up at me she
would bury my shaft down her throat while finger fucking herself. The whole
show was a little more than I could handle.

"Michelle," I started, "I'm going to cum. Can I cum in your mouth?"

When she nodded I shot a rocket of sperm down her tender throat. This time
there was no gagging, no choking. Some of the hot liquid spilled from the
corners of her mouth but both her hands were there to catch it. One hand went
down to her tits to smear the creamy cum over her nipples, while the rest went
right back into her filthy mouth. When she was done swallowing she let my
shrinking dick wiggle from her lips.

"Get down here and kiss me," she ordered.

"What," I said, stunned. There was still milky white all over her lips and
chin. Without waiting for an argument she stood and kissed me. Michelle stuck
her slimy tongue in my mouth and I got my first taste of semen and sperm. The
kiss didn't last very long and when it did I was glad.

"The least you can do for a girl is kiss her after you shoot in her mouth," she
explained.

"Yeah, fantastic," I said half-heartedly.

"You should get dressed," she went on, still stroking my cock, "my girlfriend's
going to be here soon and I don't want to cum across as a cradle robber."

"Your girlfriend, huh," I said.

"That's right. Maybe next week we'll give you a little show if you're good. Now
get out of here."

I got dressed and walked out the door one seriously happy camper.

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