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AUNT MABLE'S VISIT
by D. Abby
Chapter - 13
Jane walked in the boys' bedroom next morning and found two sound asleep
boys naked and without any bed clothes over them. Each had an appealing
adolescent prick laying limply against his thigh. She had no trouble fixing
that, she licked first one then the other prick. Both pricks came to attention
and pointed to the ceiling. The boys muttered and squirmed in their sleep but
they didn't wake up.
She sucked Jerry's cock into her mouth. He muttered and his hips pumped up
off the bed before he woke up. Jane shushed him then continued sucking
until he rewarded her with a hip jerk and a load of cum.
She transferred her attentions to Art's prick. Art reacted the same way. His
first hip pumps were purely reflexive before he woke up. He like to wake up
in the morning feeding his mother or his father a load of cum.
It was a school day. She shooed the boys into the bathroom to wash up and
made breakfast for them. Two very contented boys ate a good breakfast and
were on the way to school in short order. As they came out the door Sally
met them and walked with them. Art wanted to hold her hand but he couldn't
because Jerry was there.
Art did hold hands with Sally on the way home that afternoon. As usual he
had to hold his books in front of him so Sally wouldn't see his hard on. He
would jerk off as soon as he got home. He missed his Aunt Mable and the
quick blow job when he came in the door. He was startled out of his
thoughts.
Sally came after him with a verbal jab. "Why are you holding your books like
that, Art?"
Art didn't know how to answer "Uh, I don't know, I just do."
Sally wouldn't accept that answer. "I've watched you and you only do it
when you're walking with me."
Art stammered, "Uh, - ah, - well, - you just don't see me when I do."
Sally was persistant. "Why don't you carry them the way you usually do?"
Art becamwe emphatic, he wanted this conversation over with. "Because I
like to carry them this way!"
Sally wouldn't be put off. "Let me see you carry them the other way."
Art got sullen. "Uh, I don't want to."
Sally let loose with an uppercut and caught Art with his defenses down. "Is it
because you don't want me to see that your thing is pushing your pants out? I
like to see that. It makes me warm between my legs."
Art couldn't answer. He blushed and stammered and didn't know what
to say. He couldn't talk to Sally like he did to his Aunt Mable or to Jerry.
Sally came after him with a knock down blow. "I don't mind. I think it's
cute. It means that you like me and that you want to do things with me that
we're not supposed to do. I sort of like that. Please carry your books the
regular way. Your books don't hide all of it anyway. Seeing it gets me wet
and when I get home I have to rub between my legs because of it."
Art was still upset. "I can't do that, Sally, some one might see. You're
embarrassing me. I can't talk to you about that."
Sally didn't accept that. "Oh pooh, why not. I want to talk to you about
those things."
Art reverted to a male outlook. "But you're a girl."
Sally wouldn't accept that either. "Yeah, and you're a boy. I'm tired of
talking to girls that don't know any more than I do about those things. I want
to talk to you about them."
Art tried to play inocent. "Why should I know any more than your girl
friends?"
Now Sally blushed and stammered. "Uh, - oh, - Art, my bedroom is opposite
you guest room? I accidently looked over there the first day your aunt was
visiting. After that I watched every day. I saw you doing all those things
with your Aunt Mable."
Art wanted to crawl under the sidewalk.
Again Sally came after him with quick left jab. "I want you to do those things
with me."
Art dodged, "I can't do those things with you, Sally!"
Not acceptable, "Why not?"
Art grabbed the first excuse he could think of, "You're only twelve years old."
Still not accepatable, "So are you but you did them with your aunt."
Back to the adolescent boy reasoning, "But you're a girl."
Sally was exasperated, "That makes no difference." She got more explicit,
"My cunt gets wet the same way your prick gets hard."
Now Sally was using words he could never say when she could hear them.
Art blushed and stammered again but this time Sally just waited.
Art found another excuse. "But I can't, if I did those things with you you
might get pregnant."
Sally had an easy out for that one. "Oh, Art, I won't get pregnant. When I had
my first period, eight months ago my mother told me that I shouldn't fuck,
only she said I shouldn't have sexual relations, but if I was going to that I
should tell her and she would get me the pill. I told her I had no intention of
fucking anyone, and I didn't then, but I wanted the pill right away. That Way
I wouldn't have to tell her when I did anything. She argued with me but
finally agreed. I've been taking the pill for six months now."
Art made one more hopeless appeal, "But, Sally, I love you. I don't want to
do those things with you. It's not right."
Sally had some more right and left jabs. "Does you father fuck your mother?"
Art saw where this was leading but couldn't figure a way out. "Uh, yeah."
Sally continued, "Do your mother and father love each other?"
Art stammered, "Uh, yeah, sure they do."
Sally came up with the logical conclusion, "Well, I love you and you just said
you love me, why shouldn't we fuck and do other things. I saw your Aunt
Mable suck your cock and I want to do that. Boy did my cunt get wet when I
saw that. I finger fucked myself while I was watching. I love you more than
your Aunt Mable does. I want to marry you some day. I think I ought to be
able to suck your cock too."
Now Sally had Art trapped in the corner and was delivering body blows. Art
had surprised himself when he told Sally he loved her. He was even more
surprised when she told him that she loved him. He had hoped she did but
thought that she just walked home with him because it was convenient. He
could picture Sally sucking on his prick and he almost shot off. He wanted to
lap her cunt so bad his mouth was watering. The one thing he was afraid of
was fucking her. He'd heard that you had to tear something inside a girl's cunt
to fuck her the first time and he was afraid he might hurt her.
While Art was mulling over all this material they arrived home. Art started
up the path to his house but Sally wouldn't let go his hand. She pulled him
toward her house. Her parents worked too and no one was home there. She
held his hand firmly as she took out her keys and opened the door. She
pulled him inside and it was a repeat of what his Aunt Mable had done that
first time.
Sally turned to him and put her arms around him. He dropped his books. She
pushed her body against his and his hard prick pushed into her crotch. When
she kissed him, Art pushed his tongue into her mouth and Sally sucked on it.
She pushed her tongue into Art's mouth and he sucked.
Tongue dueling with Sally didn't cool off Art's prick. It throbbed and pressed
against Sally's cunt. She reached down and touched where his prick was
pushing out his pants. He almost shot off and pulled his back so he wouldn't
make a mess in his pants.
Sally didn't want to wait any more, "Oooo, Art, I want to see your prick.
Let's go to my room."
Sally pulled Art upstairs to her bedroom. Things came to a screeching halt.
Both kids turned shy. They didn't know what to do next. Art knew but this
was Sally. How could he take off his pants in front of Sally?
He did want to see Sally without clothes, but he was bashful about removing
his own. He finally turned his back and unbuckled his belt. He took off his
shirt and undershirt. He kicked off his shoes. He blushed and lowered his
trousers. He looked over his shoulder and Sally was still standing there, her
eyes wide with wonder, her mouth open, and her pink tongue licked her lips.
She still had all her clothes on.
It was Art's turn to get things moving. "That's not fair. You're not getting
undressed."
Sally started to tear her clothes off and Art turned away again. He let his
pants drop and pushed his jockey shorts off. He looked over his shoulder
again and Sally had all of her clothes off. Slowly he turned around.
Art stared at her with his mouth hanging open. Sally was beautiful. She had
no more hair around her cunt than he had around his prick and it did nothing
to hide her slit. It was blond and he could see little beads of moisture along
the lips of her cunt. He knew that meant she was horny. His prick throbbed
and beads of pre cum seeped out of his pisshole. His prick stood at attention
and pointed up toward the ceiling.
Her tits weren't very big but they stood almost straight out from her body.
The nipples were hard and pointy and the aureoles surrounding them were all
crinkly so Art knew that Sally really was horny and that she really wanted
him. He wanted to go over, suck on those tits, and work his finger into her
cunt, but he was still shy with Sally.
Sally did her own staring and she thought that Art was beautiful too. His
smooth skin covered a mildly muscular body. She could see where the
muscles were going to enlarge on his chest. His ribs barely showed through
and they made him look slim. He didn't have much waist yet but you could
see it starting.
His three and a half inch prick was hard and pointed toward the ceiling. The
shaft was alabaster white and had a fine tracery of blue veins showing. There
was a drop of fluid poised on the tip of the rose colored head and she could
see another drop oozing out of his pisshole.
Sally was shy at this point too, but she wasn't as shy as Art. As if in a daze,
she moved across the four feet that separated the two kids. She reached
down and barely touched that drops of moisture on the tip of Art's prick. Art
finally moved and placed his hand on one of Sally's pubescent tits. Sally
pressed her hand over his and used the other hand to rub that drop of moisture
into the head of his prick. Art's hips jerked when she did it and she liked
that.
Art reached down and ran a finger along the outside of Sally's cunt and her
hips flexed forward to give him better access. Art's finger slipped in, he
rubbed her clit and pushed one finger between the inner lips. He worked his
finger in and out.
Sally wrapped her fingers around Art's prick and stroked up and down.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Art's hair trigger responded. He
blasted a load of cum against Sally's body. As if in a dream, Sally massaged
the cum into Art's shrinking prick. When it was totally soft, Art sank to his
knees and licked the cum off of Sally's belly.
He worked his way down to her fine, blond, cunt hair and cleaned all of his
cum out of it. He licked along the outside of Sally's pubescent cunt. Sally
moaned and pushed her crotch farther forward. Art separated the outer lips
with his fingers, licked her hard young clit, and pushed his tongue as far into
her cunt as he could. Sally's hips rocked back and forth. She'd seen Art do
this to Aunt Mable and wondered what it felt like. Art wrapped his arms
around Sally's hips and sucked on her clit.
The next time Art thrust his tongue into Sally's cunt he could feel it
contracting. He was making Sally have orgasms. Art redoubled his efforts
and licked as hard as he could along the length of Sally's cunt. Sally couldn't
take any more. She pushed Art away and sat down on her bed.
"I never thought that could feel so good. Oh, Art, I love you. You made me
feel better than I ever felt in my life. I saw what your aunt did and I have to
do that for you. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."
Sally pulled Art onto the bed with her, held his resurgent prick in one hand
and cautiously licked it's head. Art's hips jerked and Sally looked up at him
and grinned. "You liked that?"
"Gees, yeah. But maybe you shouldn't suck my prick. You may not like it if
I shoot my stuff into your mouth. I don't think I could pull away if you were
sucking me and I was ready to shoot off."
As with most twelve year olds, Art was a romantic and he was very
gallant. He felt a girl was fragile. She should be protected and handled with
kid gloves to keep any damage from happening. Sally was much more
practical. She knew what she wanted and she was going to get it.
"Oh, Art, I want to suck your prick till I make you come and I want you to
shoot cum in my mouth. I love you! I love all of you. I want to get as much
of you as I can. You're cum is part of you too. I want to drink it and have
that much of you for ever."
Sally lowered her mouth over the head of Art's prick and sucked the rest of it
into her mouth. Art lay back on the bed and gasped. It did feel better if you
were in love with the one you were having sex with. It felt like his heart was
going to expand and burst when he lapped her cunt. When he made her come
he almost cried he felt so good. He relaxed to appreciate all the sensations
that Sally's cock sucking was inducing in his body.
Sally didn't have Art's experience, but she was having the same thoughts. She
wasn't exaggerating when she said that Art had made her feel better than she
ever had in her life. By the time she had to push his head away from her cunt
she was almost crying for joy. She wanted to be as close to Art as she could
and having his prick in her mouth was about as close as she could imagine.
Maybe having his prick in her cunt felt closer, but she hadn't tried fucking yet.
That would come later.
Art's prick in her mouth felt so good to her that her cunt contract with minor
orgasms. She raised and lowered her head, running her tongue over as much
of Art's prick as she could. She wanted him to shoot his cum into her mouth.
She wanted to taste Art's essence but she wanted to make him feel good too.
She didn't want to make him shoot off too soon.
She bobbed her head, then stopped to lick around the head of his prick again.
She noticed Art's hips jerk when she licked under the pisshole. That must be
a real sensitive spot like her clit was. She licked there some more. She
couldn't wait any longer. She sucked his prick back into her mouth and
bobbed her head faster.
Art was only twelve years old and could only relax for so long when his prick
was being sucked. Art's hips came up off the bed and drove his prick into
Sally's throat. Sally instinctively swallowed and felt Art's hips jerk. He liked
that. She raised her head again and Art drew his hips back. He plunged his
hips up again as Sally moved her head down. Sally swallowed again and got
another hip jerk.
Wow! This was fun. She liked making Art react like that. It was as if she
had total control over the actions of his body. She bobbed her head again and
the same sequence followed. Even though she knew it was going to happen
and she wanted it to happen she was totally unprepared when; spurt, spurt,
spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Art's essence boiled out of his prick into her
mouth. Some of it leaked out before she could swallow it all. She wasn't
going to let any of her lover's precious cum go to waste. She followed the
trail of the leaked cum over Art's balls and along his ass crack.
Sally was shocked when she found herself licking Art's asshole. But this was
part of Art too and she wanted all of him. When she felt his body jerk and
got over her distaste She licked his asshole even harder than the first time.
She was willing to do anything that made Art feel good. Sally was astonished
when Art's limp prick came right back to attention again. She realized she
had made an important discovery. If she licked Art's ass, his prick got hard.
Art pulled Sally up beside him and kissed and hugged her. She was surprised
to see that there were tears in his eyes but she knew they were tears of joy not
from a feeling of sadness. She his body pressed against hers and she was
almost crying with joy too. She hugged Art and kissed him right back. She
liked the feel of his tongue in her mouth and the experience of having her
tongue sucked.
She felt Art's hard prick pressed between their bodies. She wanted that prick
buried in her cunt. "Art?"
Art knew something else was comming. "Yeah?"
Sally stated the obvious. "Your prick's hard again."
Art was still non-commital, "Yeah."
Now was the time. "I want you to fuck me."
Art was afraid of hurting Sally. "I can't do that. I don't want to hurt you."
Sally was insistant. "It can't hurt too much or there wouldn't be any babies."
Art stated the obvious. "But your a virgin."
Sally was just as obvious. "You can make me an unvirgin."
Art let out his real problem. "I'm afraid of hurting you. I'd have to break your
maidenhead."
Sally resorted to a vague threat. "If I have another boy break my maidenhead,
then would you fuck me?"
Art was horrified. "Oh, Sally, you can't do that."
Sally made her threat explicite. "Art, If you don't do it now I'll wait till next
Wednesday and get Jerry to do it, I saw him in there with you and Aunt
Mable."
Art was wretched. "Sally, please don't do that."
Sally was addament. "Then fuck me!"
Sally had Art backed into a corner. He couldn't bare the idea of Jerry fucking
Sally, even though he didn't mind sharing his aunt and mother with him. Sally
said she would go to Jerry and get him to fuck her if Art didn't and she
sounded as if she meant it. He could only see one course of action open to
him. That was to fuck Sally right now. He really wanted to do it but he was
horrified at the idea of hurting her.
Art finally gave in. "All right, I'll try, but I'm afraid of hurting you."
Sally was satisfied and tried to calm his fears. "They say it only hurts for a
little. Just push your prick in and wait till the hurt stops. Then we'll fuck."
Sally lay on her back and spread her legs. Art got between them. Seeing her
damp cunt, he leaned over and gave it a few licks.
Sally pulled her hips back. "No, Art, I want you to fuck me not lap my cunt."
Art moved his body over hers. She positioned his prick head at the entrance
to the inner lips of her cunt and Art pushed down with his hips. His prick
went in about an inch and he felt a barrier that prevented farther penetration.
He pushed down harder, his prick pressed against something and he couldn't
get it to go in any farther. He was almost crying with frustration.
Sally was frustrated too. "Oh, boys! You're all scaredy cats. Let me get on
top."
They switched positions and Sally centered Art's prick at the entrance to
those inner lips again. She eased herself down till she felt the pressure of the
head of his prick against her maidenhead.
She lifted her body until only the tip of Art's cock was held in her cunt and sat
down hard. Something inside ripped. Her cunt slid down over Art's prick
and he felt some warm liquid flow over it. He looked between their bodies
and saw the blood oozing out of Sally's cunt around his prick.
"You're bleeding! Are you hurt? Do you want to stop?"
"Oh, Art, it's done now. It did hurt but it feels better already. I like having
your prick in my cunt. It feels real neat. Let's roll over and when the hurt
stops, fuck me."
The two kids rolled back to the missionary position that Sally thought was
proper. Art let his prick soak, still afraid of hurting Sally. Art's prick felt
better and better to Sally. She wiggled her hips and it felt even better.
"Oooo! It feels good now. Fuck me, Art! Fuck me!"
Art fucked her. He slowly drew back and pushed his hips down. Wow! This
was the tightest cunt he'd ever fucked. It was almost as tight as Jerry's ass.
He started his multiplication tables right away. He didn't want to shoot off
too soon. He wanted to make her feel the best ever. Art was experienced
enough not to rush things at first. He set a slow rhythmic pumping and felt
Sally lift her hips to meet each of his thrusts.
Sally knew this is where it was. Fucking Art was the best. It did make her
feel closer to Art than sucking his cock. She loved the feel of Art's prick
sliding in and out of her slick, tight cunt. She wanted the feeling to go on
forever. She had threatened with Jerry out of her desperation to have Art fuck
her. She didn't want Jerry to be first, she wanted Art. She wanted Art's body
pressed against hers. She was glad Art hadn't called her bluff.
Art was almost through the multiplication tables and almost to the end of his
rope. He knew he couldn't last much longer and he quickened the tempo. He
hoped that Sally was ready to come too. He wanted her first fuck to be real
good. His hips pistoned and Sally's hips slapped against his harder and
harder. He felt her cunt contracting around his prick and he lost control.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Art's cum inundated Sally's cunt.
The hot liquid boiling into her cunt brought Sally off again. Art pumped a
few more times then relaxed against Sally's body for a moment. He pulled his
prick out of her cunt and switched around. He had been trained to clean up
his own messes.
Art lapped his cum out of Sally's cunt. Sally saw his cum covered prick in
front of her face and sucked it into her mouth. She licked the remains of her
cunt juice, virgin blood, and Art's cum off of it. Art sucked most of the same
mixture out of Sally's cunt then he went after the leakage. He licked down
Sally's ass crack and cleaned out her asshole. Sally was as surprised when
Art do this to her as she had been when she did it to him. She licked across
his balls again and drove her tongue into his ass. Art's prick got hard again.
Wow! Sally moved back and sucked Art's prick into her mouth again. She
was going to get another mouthful of his delicious cum. She would be ready
this time. Art moved his attention back to Sally's cunt and happily lapped
away. He liked sixty nining and he liked it with Sally best of all. Art lapped
cunt and Sally sucked cock. Sally's cunt was contracting when Art fed her
another load of cum. This time Sally swallowed it down without spilling a
drop.
They switched positions and hugged and kissed. Sally looked at the clock.
Her parents would be home in thirty minutes. The kids rushed into their
clothes and straightened things out. They made plans to meet tomorrow and
Art hurried back to his house.
Epilogue
Art went to bed that night and, for the first time, was happy that neither of his
parents visited him. He had a lot of things to think about. There had been
uncertainties in Art's mind about Aunt Mable's visit. It hadn't taken Aunt
Mable long to clear up to clear up all the things he wondered about.
Now Art had more difficult ethical problems. He didn't want to share Sally
with anyone. The thought of Jerry fucking Sally or having her suck his cock
was painful to him. He had hated Jerry when Sally said she would fuck him.
But Art wanted to continue to fuck and suck with his parents and with Jerry.
He certainly had no intention of giving up Sally.
Would it be right for him to do things with his parents and Jerry and with
Sally too? If he did things with his parents and Jerry it was only fair that
Sally should do things with other people if she wanted to. Art didn't like that
idea at all. Sally was special. She shouldn't do things with anyone but him.
Art lay there well into the night running these thoughts through his mind. He
didn't realize that Sally would to decide those things just as she had decided
that he would fuck her today. When she determined it was time to expand
her horizons he would have to go along.
He fell asleep without coming to any conclusions.
Sally had no real problems. She loved Art and she was sure that they would
eventually get married. She liked fucking him and sucking his cock. Having
him lap her cunt was the best thing that ever happened to her and she wanted
to do things with Art every chance they got.
She knew she couldn't rush Art into it but she'd seen Art and Jerry doing
things with Art's Aunt Mable and she wanted to try some of those things
herself. She had purposely gotten Art to come to her house on Thursday so
she would have a whole week alone with him every afternoon.
Next Wednesday was the day Jerry would visit Art, and Sally thought she
could make some interesting things happen then. It would be fun to suck one
boy's prick while the other one fucked her cunt. Would Jerry's cum taste as
good as Art's? She would have to try it and find out.
She wasn't sure about another thing she'd seen the two of them do. She
thought one of the boys had fucked Aunt Mable's cunt while the other one
fucked her ass. As sensitive as she'd found her ass was, that should be a
blast.
She wasn't in a hurry, she could wait until next week. If she didn't have Art
ready to let Jimmy join them by then she was sure he would be ready in two
weeks time.
Anything more would no longer be Art's story, it would be Sally's, and that
story hasn't been written yet.
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