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CHAPTER TWO

"Do you always cum in your pants when you kiss a girl, Jim?" Ellen asked, massaging the very warm nape of his neck, tracing the trembling line of his jaw with her finger.

"I… No girl ever kissed me like that before."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I couldn't help it," Jim stammered, all dizzy and steamy and feverish and terribly uncomfortable, but unable to move away from her.

"You know, I really ought to tell your father about what kind of a boy he's raising," she said, and let her nephew's face go white before smiling and going on. "But I won't. A boy your age deserves to have some secrets. As long as those secrets are between him and his favorite aunt. Did you cum all the way, Jim? Did it all come out?"

Ellen slid her hand down his heaving chest, over his belly and on to his cock. It was sticking straight up in his pants, and the front of his pants was quite damp as Ellen rubbed his cock and thrilled at the size of it, reached down and fondled his balls, and rhythmically rubbed his cock some more.

He couldn't answer her question. He could only grin and look down at the hand smoothly stroking his cock, and at the big pair of tits nestled up against him.

"Skinny, you've got me all weak in the knees. Let's sit down. And let's get you out of thou messy shorts."

With her hand on his cock, Jim would have followed his Aunt Ellen anywhere. She led him to the couch, sat him down, and poke to him in a smoothly authoritative way as she opened bit belt and his fly.

"Relax, Jim. There's nothing to be afraid of with me. I've seen cocks before, and I've even seen yours when you were little. But my oh my, how you've grown!" Ellen gripped his cock through the sodden front of his jockeys, and smiled slyly at him.

Jim's cock was still hard. Ellen had done her best to keep it that way. And Jim was till stunned by all that had happened to him in the five or ten minutes he'd been at his aunt's house. And now he was stunned, and embarrassed again, when his aunt pulled out the wet elastic waistband of his shorts and drew it down to expose his stiff cock, all wet with his jism.

"Oh, that's nice!" she said, and she meant it.

It had been far too long since Ellen had seen a cock of any size at all. She could barely keep tier cool outward composure under control as she touched it, thrilled at its satiny warmth. She beard him gasp as she drew down his tight foreskin, making the rosy red head of his cock pop into view. It was all glistening wet with his jism, but the shaft of his cock was as hard as could be as Ellen curled her fingers around it and gave it a loving squeeze.

"What's wrong, Jim? Does it bother you to have me play with your cock?"

"I'm sorry, I… Nobody ever touched me like that before. I just can't sit still. And to sit here and watch you doing it… it's so weird."

"It's supposed to bother you, Jim. It bothers me, too, in a very nice way. But here, let's get your pants down and clean you up a bit. First I'll help you off with your shoes."

He smelled tremendously boyish and sexy. His scents almost knocked Ellen out as she leaned down and stripped off his shoes and socks, and again as she helped him down with his pants and shorts. Helped him? She did it all, for by then he was so flustered and hot and confused he couldn't have helped her if he'd tried.

He was bare from the waist down now, and so there was no chance for him to get up and run off, no matter what she might do to him. And she wanted to do it all, all at once. But for now she kept snuggling up against him, teasing him unmercifully – and teasing herself as well – as she wiped the excess jism from his belly with his shorts and then tossed his sodden shorts aside.

Their breathing was heavy. His balls were right there in a tight sac between his lightly haired thighs. His fragrance was still very warm and sweet, and now as Ellen leaned down over his lap to breathe it in again, his lovely pink cock loomed so beautifully close to her face that she kept right on going till she had it in her mouth.

He gasped out a protest. She gripped his lean cockshaft more tightly, sucked on him very hard, salivating wildly at the taste of his fresh, young jism, at the almost forgotten feeling of cock, real cock in her mouth.

"Aunt Ellen! Uh! That hurts!"

She held him tighter, sucked him harder, easily able to ignore any protests he might make in her burning, lustful need to have a good, full taste of cock. He was churning his hips on the couch and weakly pushing at her. She was just short of biting his cock in her need to keep it in her mouth. She swirled her tongue all around it, lapping up any traces of jism she might find, and feeling the knob of his cock swell up to the point of bursting. Its ruddy red skin was so taut that it shined when at last she took her panting mouth from it, and indeed, it had swelled up even more from her heavy sucking on it.

"I hurt you?" she purred.

"I guess I'm not used to it. It was great, but it sort of hurt. I think I better go, Aunt Ellen. Those flowers, I got a job selling 'em, door to door. I gotta get dressed and go sell 'em."

"Oh? You brought them here to sell them to me? They weren't a present?" she said, and smoothly moved over him till she was on her knees, astraddle his lap.

His eyes were glazed over, and his face was almost as red as the knob of his cock as he said, "For you, they're a present. But I gotta get dressed and go sell the rest if I'm going to keep my job. Hey? What're you doing?"

"Taking off your tee shirt. Making you naked. A handsome boy like you shouldn't have any clothes on at all for the present I'm going to give him."

"P-present?" he said, hair all tousled now, and looking more beautifully boyish than ever.

Ellen reached down and got her hand on that lovely young cock again. She was up on her knees over his lap, in the perfect position for her to guide the very swollen knob of his cock into the hallow of her groins. She grinned at him as she softly rubbed his cockhead in the hollows formed by her groin and the tautly stretched crotchband of her shorts, and he stared at her, both frightened and fascinated.

"Do you want to fuck me, Jim? Do you want to fuck your ugly old auntie?"

"You're sure not ugly. And you're sure not old. Aunt Ellen, you're the most beautiful woman in the world and I guess I'd do anything to… to fuck you. But I don't know how! I don't even know how to begin!"

"Don't you suppose I know how? Don't you suppose I could show you? And wouldn't that be a nice present for you to have? I'll tell you the first thing to do to fuck me, Jim. Undress me. Take off my shorts."

He stared at her in astonishment. She smiled and nodded and went on rubbing the head of his cock. His fumbling fingers had trouble with the tab of her zipper, for her shorts were stretched tight by her widely parted thighs. Ellen exerted a marvelous patience in waiting for that tab to come down. It helped to pretend that his cock was some six inches longer, and already in her very wet, very hot cunt, slowly stirring up her guts as she slowly gyrated her ass over his lap. And it helped in her waiting to use her free hand on her tits, squeezing and fondling them in the most sensuous of manners, reaching inside her halter to pull her nipples to sharper points while her nephew gaped in awe at her licentious behavior.

Her very smooth white belly and the uppermost borders of her raven black cunt hair showed when at last he'd worked the zipper tab down. By then her cunt had overflowed with its rich, slick moisture and soaked the crotchband of her shorts. Still she rubbed his cockhead against that and against her far softer groins, taking perverse pleasure in his wincing each time she rasped the sensitive flesh of his cock against the hem of her shorts.

"Does this hurt you, too, Jim?"

"I don't know. I… I don't know if it hurts or feels good."

"What an odd thing to say," she said with a smile, and leaving the head of his cock neatly tucked in the very warm void between her crotchband and her groin, she reached for his nipples.

They were as hard as a pair of beebees. She rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers, slowly increasing the pressure, as she said, "Most sex feels nothing but good. But once in a while there's a little pain involved. Are you ready to stand a little pain in exchange for all the good times you could have with me?"

She increased the pressure of her fingers to a point where he was starting to wince as she leaned forward, open-mouthed. As she gave him a kiss that put that first pants-creamer to shame, she dug her fingernails into the points of his nipples and very sensuously moved her groin on the head of his cock. Easing up with her fingers, leaning back, she said, "Well?"

"Anything! I'd do anything to fuck you, Aunt Ellen, even if it hurt!"

"Any man would. It's all part of having fun," Ellen said, running her fingers up through her glossy black hair, and then leaning forward again with her smooth-shaven armpit all exposed, and guiding his face till he was there. The hot, lovely tickling she felt in her armpit was only a hint of the pleasures she'd know with this horny boy as she brought him along. And the look on his face when Ellen backed off told her very clearly indeed he'd do absolutely anything she asked of him.

She got up from over his lap and stood before him, and there she shimmied her hips and pushed down on her shorts till much of her black-haired aunt was showing through the open vet of her zipper.

"Now you take them down the rest of the way," she said. "Get down on your knees to do it."

As if in a dream, Jim did as he was told. There on his knees, with his stiff cock poking out and up at his aunt, he got his hot hands on real woman flesh, very smooth and warm and soft, and in constant soft motion as she sinuously moved before him.

Her aunt was just a big triangle of fine black hair. He longed to crouch down and get a look at it, but knew he couldn't do that unless he was told to. Her scent was very strong, and grew stronger as he eased her wet-crotched shorts down her ultra smooth legs. It was a disgusting scent, in a way, and yet he found himself breathing in all he could of it. Crouched down low, working the shorts off over her dainty pink feet, he stole a look upward and then had to gape at the thick pink lips peeping out from the smooth thatch of hair.

"Like what you see, Jim? That's where your pretty cock will be, very soon," Ellen said, rubbing her fingers over her sopping wet cuntlips, and finding more pleasure now than she had with the silly dildo. "Answer me, dear."

"I… I like it, I guess," Jim said.

"Then give me a nice kiss on my cunt, like a good boy."

"K-Kiss you there?"

"Yes. Right here. On my cunt," Ellen said and, placing the ball of her forefinger right on her clitoris, she pressed it hard with a sultry smile on her face as the thrills coursed deep through her body. "One nice kiss, pretty Jim, and then you can fuck me all you want."

Jim swallowed hard, lifted his face and rose up close to that very strong scent of sex. He'd heard of guys who ate cunt, and he knew he could never do that – though he didn't know exactly what it was. But he could kiss her there once if it meant learning how to fuck.

Her finger left its place between her plump, wet cuntlips. She turned about and beckoned to him, and now, as Jim quickly bobbed his face up to peck one fast kiss on her cunt, she uttered a cry of delight and grabbed him by the hair of his head.

"Oh, baby, yes? Oh, honey, kiss that hot cunt all over!" Ellen exclaimed.

Jim didn't have much choice in the matter. His beautiful naked aunt had two fistfuls of his hair and was holding his face up between her parted legs. She was moving his mouth and his nose all over wet, hairy cunt. He held his breath so he didn't have to smell it. He put his hands on her thighs to try to push off from her. But then when he felt her thighs so soft and warm and velvety in his hands, those hands slipped around her and he pulled her closer, kissing her fat wet cuntlips and breathing deeply of her wonderful womanly scent.

"Yes, Jim, that's it! Kiss it and love it up good, angel boy! It's so good! It's so fucking good!"

His nose and his lips were sliding all over her puffy wet cuntlips. He was stroking her hips and kissing up in the warm, hairy hollows of her groin. He was very clumsy and unsure about what he was doing, but that made it no less thrilling for his sex-starved aunt. Her tits were heaving against her thin halter with her breathing. She was grinning triumphantly down at the innocent, naked boy who crouched at her feet like a mast willing slave, panting and kissing her cuntflesh as if it was the most beautiful flesh in the world. The things she could get this bay to do, the pleasure she could find from him were absolutely limitless. He continued to kiss her cunt when she loosened her fingers in his hair.

"You really like kissing cunt, don't you? That makes you a very special kind of man. I'm going to teach you how to kiss cunt really good, pretty Jim. I'm going to give you all the cunt any boy could ever want. And that's not all you're going to get, if you're good," she said, and eased her cunt back from his hot young face.

His eyes were glazed and his mouth hung open, but his gaze never left her body as she made a slow turn there before him. She swung her hip out in a saucy manner and bumped it against his face, and said, "Give me more kisses, baby." He grabbed her and covered her flank from her waist to her knee with his kisses, and she grinned and rubbed her cunt.

Further she turned, presenting her beautiful ass to him, shaking it in his face, saying, "I want lots of kisses on my hot old bottom." He kissed her there ardently, passionately, quite out of his head with lust for more and still more of his aunt's perfectly round, back-thrusting globes of velvety white. Ellen bent at the waist and gave him more, gloating at her good fortune in finding him, hovering right on the edge of orgasm as she felt him burrow his face up deep in the soft, hairy crack of her crotch. She felt like the sexiest, most beautiful woman in creation when she turned to face him again, and she couldn't keep her fingers off her cunt.

Still on his knees, Jim turned to follow his aunt's every move. His fine young cock was straining up hard from his naked loins as she sat on the edge of the couch cushions. She leaned back against the arm rest and placed one foot up on the couch, and Jim knew he'd never forget seeing his aunt just like that, with her beautiful black-haired cunt all pink-lipped and open and waiting, and with the dirtiest sort of a smile on her gorgeous face.

"Come on and fuck me, baby. Come on and stick that big, hard cock of yours in my red hot cunt. Come on, honey boy, what are you waiting for?"