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(MF/mm-teens, ped, exh, mast, 1st) *** My brother Jack and I were around thirteen when we spent the summer at the country home of our Aunt Millie and Uncle Roy. Our parents were hard-working, no- nonsense people who had neither the time, money nor inclination for fun things, but Millie and Roy were just the opposite. They had money and they liked to spend it on good times. Aunt Millie was a shapely woman who drew admiring glances wherever she went. I had a difficult time hiding my hard-ons when she was around. One whiff of her perfume or a glance down her cleavage was all it took to give me a raging boner. Roy was also good- looking. Everyone said they were the perfect couple. We were always going someplace, to the movies, the zoo, the park, or a ball game. My brother and I had the time of our lives. We had gone through puberty but hadn't yet learned how to masturbate. The result was that we shot off in our dreams leaving nasty cum-stains on Aunt Millie's sheets. We did our best to clean up the messes, but if you have ever tried to clean up after a wet dream, you know that it is just about impossible. Naturally, Aunt Millie noticed the stains when she did the laundry. One day when Roy took us fishing, he brought up the subject of masturbation. "Millie tells me you boys are messing your sheets," he said, very casually. "I'm sorry, Uncle Roy, I just can't help it," we both blurted. "Oh, I know you can't help it," he said. "It's natural to have wet dreams. But there's a better way that doesn't make a mess and is a lot more fun. It's called masturbation." "If you play with your dick just right, you can make that stuff shoot out into the toilet or the sink or wherever you want to put it," he continued. "Don't you boys know how to do it?" Blushing furiously, we shook our heads no. "Well, I will just have to teach you, then. But your Aunt Millie has to be there just to make sure that there is no hanky-panky." I didn't know what he meant by that but was heartened to hear that beautiful Aunt Millie would somehow be involved. At the dinner table that night, Roy said to Millie, "I'm going to teach them tonight." They had apparently discussed it ahead of time. "Good," Millie answered. "You boys are in for some fun," she said with a wink. Later that evening, Aunt Millie called to us in our room and said that they were ready to start. The first thing I noticed when I entered the livingroom was that the draperies had been tightly drawn. I had never seen them closed before. Uncle Roy had us sit on the couch then he stood in front of us and began to undress. Aunt Millie sat to the side, watching with a smile on her face. Roy pulled off his Jockey shorts to reveal a huge cock and a matching set of furry balls. His cock was half-hard, but as he slapped it around and pulled on it, it stiffened until it was as hard as a club. It got so hard that it curved upward to point at the ceiling. Everything seems big when you are little, so maybe Roy's cock isn't as big as I remember it. It certainly impressed me at the time, though. Roy demonstrated the basics of masturbating, showed us his favorite strokes, and explained how to enhance the pleasure with lubricant. "My favorite is Vaseline," he said, as he scooped a big gob out of a jar and rubbed it on his dick. "It isn't as slick as hand lotion but it doesn't dry out as fast." I figured they would send us to our room to practice what we had learned, so was shocked speechless when Millie said, "Okay, boys, get those duds off and get started." Our faces were the color of ripe tomatoes as we reluctantly removed our clothes. I didn't want Millie to see my little dick. Her husband's was twice the size of mine, maybe more. If only it had been hard it wouldn't have been so bad, but sheer anxiety had prevented any arousal. Jack was in the same state. Roy handed us the Vaseline and told us to follow his example. We tried to copy his techniques, but our cocks just weren't hard enough. "Try playing with each other," Millie said. "That might work. And don't worry - it's perfectly natural for boys to experiment with other boys and no one will ever know." I reached over and began toying with Jack's little dick. He slumped back on the couch and closed his eyes. I could tell he loved it. His cock started to stiffen on the first touch, and within a few minutes was hard as a pickle. "Attaboy!" Millie said. "Now, Jack, it's your turn." When Jack reached for my cock everyone laughed to see that it was already hard. Playing with Jack's cock had been enough to get me aroused. "Tease it a little for good measure," Millie said. Jack's hand stroking my cock felt wonderful. The whole scene was really turning me on. Having beautiful Millie there watching and encouraging us was almost too much to bear. "Okay, do it to yourselves, now," she said. Jack and I were then able to duplicate most of Roy's techniques. He showed us some that were more suited to the size of our cocks, like using the fingertips instead of the fist. "I think it's time for the last lesson, don't you?" Roy said to Millie. "Yes, I think so. Go ahead, dear." Roy motioned us to our feet and stretched out on the couch. "If you boys think it feels good to come in your sleep, just wait until you see how good it feels when you are awake," he said. Roy began to pump his big cock with his fist. After a minute or two, he said, "Here it comes, watch closely." His jism spewed out in thick spurts all over his hairy chest and belly. Millie applauded the display of her husband's virility. The spurts finally stopped and Roy went limp. "Damn, that was a good one," he boasted. "Yes, it was, dear," Millie said. She gave us a few minutes to examine the mess all over Roy's torso, then carefully dried him with a towel. Roy changed seats and told us to go back to our places on the couch. "Okay, boys, it's your turn," Millie said. "We have to make sure you know how to pleasure yourselves." Jack and I started beating off. All the time I was at it, I visualized myself doing nasty things to Millie, things like putting my little dick in her mouth or between her big tits. I had no idea what a pussy looked like, so couldn't really visualize fucking her. Jack and I went off practically together, and Roy had been right - it felt wonderful! Roy's ejaculation had consisted of many watery spurts, but our dicks spit out only a few creamy gobs of cum. Roy explained that as we got older, our ejaculations would become more like his. "Good night, boys," Millie said, kissing us each on the forehead. "I hope you enjoy your new toys every day." Up in our room, Jack and I listened through the thin bedroom wall as Roy fucked the daylights out of Millie. Before long, Jack and I had crossed arms and were jacking each other off. Roy and Millie went at it for a long time. In between the fucking, which was obvious by the creaking springs, there were long pauses filled with wet sounds and soft moans. We were very naïve, but we knew enough to know they were going down on each other. "They looked so cute jerking on their little peters," Millie said. "Yeah, and I bet they were thinking about fucking you while they were at it," Roy replied. Jack began jerking hard on my cock, then I felt his cock spasm as it went off. A few seconds later I blew my wad. After that, we were free to jerk off, or jerk each other off, whenever we felt like it. We didn't have to worry about getting caught. In fact, I found it thrilling to get caught, especially by Millie. When she walked into our room thinking it was empty and caught me wanking on my bed, she just laughed and said, "Don't worry, honey, you can't wear it out." One day Roy, Jack and I were in an isolated spot fishing. We weren't getting many bites and were somewhat bored. Roy livened things up when he said he would teach us something. He pulled his big cock out and starting jacking it. In short order, his watery spunk splashed onto the still water. We laughed as small fish gobbled up the spunk as it floated on the water. "Go ahead, you two," Roy said. Jack and I pulled out our dicks and soon sent our loads onto the water. The little fish went into a feeding frenzy over our spunk. A short time later, we began hauling in fish. Apparently, the little fish gobbling up our cum attracted the larger fish. That night as we enjoyed a fine fish dinner, Roy told Millie exactly how we had caught the fish. She got a good laugh out of it. Toward the end of the summer, Roy and Millie said they were going to teach us the facts of life. "If I know your Mom and Dad, you won't learn anything from them," Millie said scornfully. That night, Roy led us to the master bedroom, where Millie lay sprawled on the bed without a stitch on. Jack and I stared wide-eyed at the most beautiful creature we had ever seen. "I'm going to teach you about sex the same way I taught you how to jack off - by showing you," Roy said. He stripped down and went to the bed to tenderly fondle his beautiful wife. "If you boys want to strip and play with yourselves while you watch, it's okay with us," Millie said. "In fact, I think it would be for the best." We were bare-assed in seconds. Roy started off by giving us an anatomy lesson. He pointed out the parts of Millie's pussy and told us what they were called, both in medical terminology and in slang. After we had learned all about Millie's pussy, Roy showed us several ways to prepare a woman for a fucking. He used his fingers first to masturbate her, and then he went down on her. How I envied him! She was soon breathing heavily. Then Roy lay back and said to her, "Your turn." Seeing Millie with that thick cock in her mouth was the most thrilling thing that had happened to me in my young life. "This is how the woman gets the man ready," Roy said. "If he comes in her mouth it's called a blow job." Roy mounted Millie and fucked her, keeping his legs apart so we could see how his cock went into her. "There are a lot of different ways to fuck," he said, as he pulled her up onto all fours and fucked her doggy-style. After demonstrating half a dozen positions, Roy said, "Watch carefully now, she's starting to come." Millie's beautiful face was contorted with lust. She tossed her head from side-to- side, then buried her face in a pillow and screamed into it. "Don't worry, boys, it may sound like she's hurting but it's just the opposite," Roy said as he pumped her hard. Jack and I were next to the bed, sometimes changing positions to get a better view, and constantly frigging our cocks. They ended up with Millie on her back, her ankles clamped in Roy's hands. He was squatting with his thighs on either side of her ass, pistoning his cock in and out of her. Sweat broke out on his forehead and his chest began to heave. "Boys, I'm going to finish now," he said. "If you want to try to come, too, go right ahead." Jack and I began pumping our dicks hard. Millie had her eyes wide open, watching what we were doing. Roy suddenly pulled his dick out and began to jerk it. His load spewed all over his wife's beautiful body, soiling her tits and belly. Some even shot all the way to her face. That was too much for me and I shot my load onto the sheets. Jack went off, too. "You boys were good students," Aunt Millie said. She and her satiated husband laid back and sighed with contentment. When I looked down and saw my load soaking into the sheets, I remembered how it had all started. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 54