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Subject: {ASSM} Helping My Nephew  Part 1 (F/t, voy, mast, oral, inc) by AWANDA DEWITT
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"HELPING MY NEPHEW" by AWANDA DEWITT (F/t, voy, mast, oral, inc)

CAUTION: The following story is fiction. It describes imaginary
events including explicit incestuous 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
doesn't apply to you, I hope you find the story enjoyable.

I'd 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. She'd 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, about to turn thirteen,  named
Peter, who had been at camp when I arrived to stay with them. About
two weeks after I arrived he returned, and that's 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 didn't know me too well; I had
been living in Connecticut since he was born, and he'd only met me a
few times in his young life. I could tell by his manner that he
quickly developed a child's crush on me as we visited that evening.
(To help you understand the events that followed, perhaps I should
explain that I'm thirty, blonde, 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 I'm 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 wouldn't 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 didn't
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 didn't 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; 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, "Peter! I know you're in there watching me... I don't
mind; but I want you to come over here right now, I have to talk to
you!"

As I expected, the rhythmic sounds stopped, and I heard him
fumbling, no doubt with his pants to conceal his activities. "Peter,
answer me- I know you're there; come over here."

I heard him say uncertainly "Just a minute, aunt Sophie, I was just
over here looking for my model car... I'll be right there...". 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.

"Peter, I know what you were doing in there." He interrupted me,
sputtering denials even though I hadn't said what I thought he was
doing yet. "That's alright; I know; all boys do it, for that matter
so do all men- it's ok, it's quite a normal thing for a boy to want
to do when he gets excited by a pretty girl..." He was blushing a
bright red, turning away, obviously horrified to be found out.
"Here, Peter, come with me, I want to show you something."

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. I'm 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. "Peter, I'd like to
do something for you, but I'll only do it if it'll be our secret.
Noone else is ever to hear about this. Do you understand? Is that
ok?" I spoke sincerely and warmly, in what I hoped he would take as
a supportive, friendly manner; evidently he did, for he answered
with, "Yeah, I guess... Sure, just between us." I'm sure he thought
that he expected his earlier behavior would also be a secret between
us, and no doubt he was glad of that.

"I want to show you something that I think you'll really like... is
that ok?" 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, "I really
want you to understand that this has to be our secret, but I'm sure
you're going to really like it. Do we have an agreement?" 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; "Here, let me get you some
tissues to put over that so you don't get a wet spot on your pants-
I'll 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?"

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 couldn't stifle
the doubts that flooded my mind; what had I done? What if he can't
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, "I think
someone has a crush on you!" 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.

"Peter, good morning. How are you today? Did you sleep well?" He
answered "I'm ok" with a smile on his face, and eagerness in his
eyes. I could see he was ready for another "date". "Come on over
here, lets talk" I called naturally. He bounced over to me, and I
again patted the lounge next to me for him to sit.

"You were good last night, you didn't give our secret away. You
were a little, uh, too attentive to me in front of your parents; but
it's ok, we pulled it off. You'll get more comfortable with all this
after we do it a few more times." 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. "Would you like to come in my guest house for a
while?"

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 his firm little erection a couple of times, saying "I can
see you're ready again." I removed my hands and put them in my lap;
I was going to draw this out this time.

"Take your pants off." 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. "Go on, sit back down down. Tell
me how long you've been masturbating."

He squirmed, and stammered " Not long... I've 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... " "When did you first come?"
"Come?" "That's what it's called when you finish, and get wet-" "Oh-
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-
" 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. "Why don't you take off your underwear?", 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. "You have a very nice penis.
Did you know that? Have you seen many other boys' erections your
age?" He shook his head, and managed to answer, "just my friend at
camp- his was a bit smaller than mine..." "Size is nice, as I'm sure
you know; and you have a very nice one for your age. You're going to
be very pleased with it as you grow."

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. "How do you feel? Do you like doing these things
with me?" I asked him, looking into his face, relishing his
excitement and overload at our intensely erotic tableau assaulting
his virgin sensibilities.

"oh-h yes..." he stammered, "it's... just so hot!" "I don't want to
touch you just yet, because I'm sure you'll come right away... it's
more fun drawing it out, don't you think?"

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,
I'm 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.

"Would you like to see my breasts?" 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. "Would you like to touch them?", 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 couldn't recall being with a man that was so
excited to be with me. I gently removed his hand, stood up slowly,
and asked him, "Would you like to see my pussy?" 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 "Oh... Oh... " 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. "How was
that? Did it feel good?" He answered, "Oh, God... I've never felt
like that before... I felt like I was going to explode!..." As I
pulled my pants back up and arranged my bust, then getting a towel
to wipe him up with, I explained, "That's how it's 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."
"GIRLS can come too?" he asked incredulously. "Of course- I almost
did from watching how excited you were- maybe I'll show you sometime
soon. But we need to teach you these things slowly; that way they're
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?" He admitted that it hadn't, 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 we'd 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
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 morning's 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 he'd 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. "I'll stop for now, I don't want to make you come too soon", 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 "I
know, it's very exciting to let someone else see your sex organs
when they're aroused, isn't it? Look how much cream is flowing out
just from our watching it!"  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 wouldn't
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.

"Still hard..." I marveled;  "Good. But that was a nice break...
it's fun to draw it out a bit, isn't it?" 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.

"Would you like to touch ME down there?" 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.

"Here, 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, it'll make me come." 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.

"I'm going to show you something I really like. Point your fingers
and hold them all together tightly... that's right, now push in
here... this angle-yes, like that... now push it up inside me-" 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 hadn't 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. "I came, too, that
time. Could you feel it?" He said "Yeah! Wow... You come a lot
harder than I do! That almost hurt my hand! " I explained that I
didn't usually come so hard, that that was a particularly good one.
"See? We each make the other come harder than we usually do! That's
how good sex is supposed to be."

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, "Yeah... at night when I go to bed I've been
thinkin' about what we've been doing, and it gets me so I need to do
it again." "Well, if you can try and hold off, it would be better.
One thing you'll learn as you grow older , is that if you let it
build up, you'll come much harder when you finally do. So if you can
stand it, try and save yourself for me. I'm sure you won't regret
it!" I added, reminiscing, "of 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..."

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, "Yes?" He answered, with coltish enthusiasm tempered with
unsureness, "I remembered you promised that maybe we'd do something
more special today... and I was getting kinda' curious, so I
thought..."

I burst out laughing. "You thought you couldn't wait! Well, that's
ok- What I have in mind IS very special, and I know you'll like it a
lot! Are your Mom and Dad gone?" 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 "Peter, first follow my instructions, then
I'm going to do something very special with you." 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. "And if you
don't use soap and rinse off really well I'll know, and then no
surprise!"

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.

"Come over here, and let me inspect you" I directed. He came and
stood in front of me, and I could see he had done a good job. "Ok,
are you ready for your treat?" 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 fit all of
him 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 and 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 "Ah! Ah!", and felt his cock throb in my
mouth, tightening and relaxing 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 "Oohhh..." 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. "How 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 it's ok with you... You don't
have to come again, but I'm sure it feels good anyway, and maybe you
will."

He sighed deeply, and said weakly, "My god! That's the best thing
I've ever felt! What were you doing? I couldn't tell, it all blended
together into this amazing feeling... And then you made me come so
hard!"

I got up and went over to the fridge. "Would you like a coke?" I
asked him. I didn't 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, "What's it like? I mean, you know...
when someone... comes in your mouth?"

I laughed and sat down next to him. "It's wonderful; it's 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- It's amazing!" "But what's it taste like?" "Oh,
not bad, a little salty and creamy- I've learned to really like the
taste. Every man tastes different." "Does it feel god for you? You
know, does it make you ... want to come?" he asked shyly.

"Oh, 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." "Do you want to
come now? I mean, can I do anything to help you come?... if you
wanted to..."

"How sweet!" I felt a surge deep within my belly, as I had the
idea; "I think I would like it... I came so hard with you yesterday,
I'm really very comfortable with you... Come here, come kneel on the
floor and I'll sit on the side of the bed- do me like you did
yesterday, and you'll get to feel me come again."

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. "Now... Slowly and gently
push it as far in as it will go... not too hard..." 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 jack
off. I was getting slowly hotter; I asked him to try sliding his
hand in and out several inches. "Not so fast... a little farther in
and out... There! Keep doing it like that... aahhhh..." 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.

"Move it in and out farther... Yes- like that... keep doing it,
like that..." I could feel the point of no return approaching, and I
told him, "I'm about to come-"

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 pulsing throbs of my pussy
weakened and faded. I sighed loudly, and looked at Peter with a
satisfied smile, and said "Thank you so much, sweetie- That was
wonderful." He grinned back at me, and I guided his hand from my
vagina. "Look, we forgot our cokes!", 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. "It's
your turn again; and I bet I can make you come again!"

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. "So, I told you this would be special! How did you
like it?" He looked at me worshipfully from under sleepy eyes, and
answered, "God... I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I can't
even imagine anything better than that- if I could do that every
day, I wouldn't care about anything else in life!" I laughed, and
said "You just about can... but after a while you might find a few
other things that you like to do sometimes, too!"

We slowly put ourselves together, finished our sodas, and I went
out to read while he went off to the house.

5.

---TO BE CONTINUED---

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