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Beach Bums

Beach Bums
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Zach Jacobs stretched and squinted against the morning sunlight streaking through the crooked slats of his blinds. They’d gotten bent up one night when a friend of his was sneaking in through the window and accidentally tore them down. So much for stealth. He’d never bothered trying to straighten them and his mom wouldn’t replace them as some sort of punishment.

Zach had a sheet stretched across his stomach and for a moment he pulled it up under his chin, luxuriating in the warmth of his bed. He thought about going back to sleep, but a glance at his digital clock told him Benji would probably be over soon. Besides, his mom seemed to think it was some sort of sin to sleep past nine a.m. even if it was summer. Actually, his mom thought he should join her every morning to see the sunrise, as it was supposed to improve his soul or something. His mom thought a lot of things.

With a sigh of resignation, the thirteen-year-old threw back the sheet and slid out of the bed, body heavy and wanting nothing more than to crawl back under the covers. Eyes still squinted and feeling a bit fuzzy, he left his room and headed to the bathroom, lead, as he was every morning, by a pulsing erection protruding against his thin white briefs.

In the hall bathroom, which was designated as his so the seat was already up, he hooked a finger into his waistband and freed his young boner, then leaned against the wall at a forty-five degree angle until he could pee without spraying piss all over the place. After a couple of false starts where he had to mentally convince his bladder that he was indeed awake and it was okay to let go, he let loose a forceful stream and sighed.

Still feeling barely awake, Zach put his briefs back in place, flushed and made his way down the hall, stretching still. The pee had done nothing for his erection, which still stretched the front of his briefs. Zach didn’t wear boxer-briefs like every other boy he knew. When he was twelve one of his mother’s boyfriends was some French guy, and he’d introduced the boy to European style briefs, thin, form-fitting, and all of a color. They were the only clothes Zach really cared about and his mother was happy to get them for him.

Walking into the kitchen, Zach muttered, “Hey, Mom,” while going to the fridge and taking out a bottle of orange juice, which he drank from directly while standing in the open door, bathed in morning light through the window over the sink, which also brought him the fading nighttime scent of jasmine.

“Zachy,” his mom, Crystal, scolded lightly, “you didn’t say hi to ‘Becca.” Rebecca was one of his mom’s new friends from yoga. His mom was taking yoga classes now. Next month it would be transcendental meditation or past life regression or some other spiritual fad. His mother was a self-professed seeker.

“Hey,” Zach said, barely glancing at the woman as he screwed the top back on the orange juice and put it back in the fridge. It was impossible to tell if the boy wasn’t aware of his obvious erection, or simply didn’t care.

“Uh… hi, Zach,” the woman said, eyes locked on the front of the boy’s briefs. She was easier to read. There was a hunger there, but it was obviously warring with the guilt of being so turned on by such a young boy.

The woman could hardly be blamed though. Zach Jacobs was a near perfect example of youthful beauty, and he practically dripped with raw sensuality. It came off him in animal waves, from his prowling walk to his unconsciously out-thrust hips, showing off his stiff young sex. At five foot four Zach was a leanly muscled teen with limbs exhibiting just enough lankiness to give the impression of a stretching jungle cat. A natural blond, his shoulder-length hair was lightened by the sun to the point where it looked like molten sunlight. Always a bit shaggy, it often flew around his head in a halo of shimmering silk.

Zach’s skin was also touched by the sun, a tan so deep that the contrast between tanned skin and the untanned skin under his briefs was startling. That tanned skin rippled as the lean muscles moved underneath. His chest was widening with approaching adolescence and his stomach showed a four pack which lead to a sharp V disappearing into his briefs; briefs which would be riding much lower if it weren’t for the clearly defined head of his cock stretching them. Also shockingly pale were his eyes, a gray so light they were nearly silver with just a hint of blue in the right light.

At thirteen, Zach was a decent way into puberty, in that he was starting his growth spurt, but in the areas he thought really counted he was lagging behind his peers. He’d finally started getting some pubic hair, but it was so light, and they were so small, that they could only be seen from close up and in the right light. He had no armpit hairs, and he hadn’t even started to get a fuzzy lip. He was looking forward to that part because his dad had already told him to make sure he shaved it, as fuzzy lipped boys looked like dorks and shaving it made it grow in faster and thicker. He was eager to use this secret knowledge to get a leg up on the other guys. He imagined himself with a full goatee like his dad sported by the time he was fourteen.

The one thing Zach could take pride in, as far as the whole puberty thing went, was his cock. He was already a bit over five inches, which his Uncle Billy assured him meant that he’d be as big as him and his dad when he grew up. Having seen both Billy and his dad, he knew they were both big. Billy’s he’d seen a bunch of times when they screwed around, and his dad’s he’d seen about a year ago when he’d gone to his house early one morning to get him up to surf and had peeked through the window to see him lying naked in bed on his back, his giant nine inch boner throbbing on his stomach. Billy was his mom’s brother, so he had big dicks on both sides.

As Zach returned to his room, he flopped back onto his bed, considering again going back to bed for awhile. Then he heard the soft knock at his window and the sound of it being gently opened. The sound as Benji climbed awkwardly through it wasn’t nearly as soft.

Benji lived up the block. He was fifteen, gay, and desperately in love with Zach. Zach didn’t exactly abuse the older boy, but he certainly took advantage of him. Benji had confessed his love for him months before when they’d been high together. Zach had gotten him high in the hopes that he’d relax and stop being such a bore. Their moms knew each other and Benji had been forced on him one day. The boys had sat in Zach’s room for many long, uncomfortable minutes before Zach got the older boy high for the first time. Zach sometimes felt a small pang of guilt over the situation, but he rarely let it bother him.

Benji carefully shut the window behind him. “Hi, Zach,” he said shyly. He was always shy, which was silly, considering.

“Hey, Benji,” Zach said, barely glancing at the older boy.

Benji was a nice kid, but he was nowhere near cool, and his fear of getting outted made him strangers to practically everyone in his school. He was actually a decent looking kid, looking younger than his fifteen years by at least a year. In fact, he could easily pass for a mature thirteen-year-old. He had wheat-colored hair, which would be lighter if he spent any time outside, which he didn’t. He wasn’t fat, but he was soft, with rounded edges, rather than Zach’s slender, muscled body. His nipples were more pink than brown and looked puffy. His belly had a hint of roundness, especially if he was sitting, and his butt was very much of the bubble variety.

“Do you want me to suck you?” Benji asked softly, pitching his voice low because of the women who could be heard chatting in the kitchen.

Benji worshiped Zach. He thought he was the most perfect boy he’d ever seen, and while he knew the younger boy didn’t return his feelings, he was content to take what he could get. When Zach didn’t immediately answer, he began to strip out of his clothes.

“Do you want something more?” Benji asked, in what he hoped was a sexy voice. Naked, he lay down on the bed next to Zach. Between his legs, his penis was already stiff. Although Zach’s cock was longer than his by an inch, Benji’s was thicker, a bratwurst to Zach’s skinnier hot dog. There was a sweaty little bush of blond pubes at the base and his fleshy balls hung beneath.

Unasked, Benji reached out and ran a hand along Zach’s stiff cock, caressing it through his briefs. Zach barely reacted, just staring at the ceiling. The two boys screwed around most mornings before Zach went out to enjoy his day, mostly forgetting the older boy the moment he left. They’d been at it for nearly seven months, and while Zach wasn’t bored with it exactly, it was sex after all, it was getting a little predictable.

So the younger boy stared around his room as Benji stripped him out of his briefs and took his sleek young cock into his eager mouth. The gay boy certainly could suck a cock. He’d gotten most of his practice on him, Zach knew.

Zach was a surfer. Of course, most of the boys in Santa Carla were surfers. Zach enjoyed the culture, but he didn’t take it all very seriously. He would never surf for a team. That kind of practice and dedication was beyond him, but surfing was still a huge part of his life, and his room showed it. The boy’s room looked a bit as if a paper factory had exploded. It was covered, walls and ceiling, in a random assortment of posters, bumper stickers, patches, magazine cutouts and pinups. Most of it centered on surfing, from brand bumper stickers and posters, to carefully cut out pictures from various surfing magazines which mostly depicted particularly cute boy surfers.

The rest of the room was either naked women, shirtless boys, or representations of his other big interest; weed. There were pot leaves, giant joints, Bob Marley posters, etc. His mother had once gotten on him to get rid of them, but he’d just given her a look and she’d caved. She had no room to complain. While she officially made her living selling her home-made candles, it was her pot butter and brownies that brought in the real money.

Zach was really feeling it now. Benji was expertly swallowing his cock to the hilt, and Zach could feel the older boy’s throat muscles rippling around his sensitive head. He began to thrust his hips, but Benji knew him too well and immediately backed off and released him.

“Do it to me,” Benji whispered, rising to all fours and spitting into his hand. He swiped his fingers over his asshole and looked back expectantly.

Zach supressed a sigh and rose to his knees. He positioned himself behind the bigger boy and rubbed a hand over his fleshy asscheeks. There was no adjustment necessary; no awkward positioning. The boys had done this so many times that it was second nature. Pressing the slightly flared head of his cock against Benji’s hot button, he pressed forward and felt himself immediately encased in tight, molten flesh.

Benji sighed as the younger boy’s slim cock filled him. This was the only time he felt complete, joined intimately to the boy he loved. It was the feeling of that fucking teen prick as much as the spiritual connection that excited him, even if he was the only one feeling the latter. He knew the beautiful young boy didn’t love him, but that was okay with him. He got enough of him to keep the rest of the world at bay, and thought perhaps that any more of him would be like Icarus flying too close to the sun.

Zach had to admit he enjoyed fucking the boy. While he was well used to sharing blowjobs with other boys, and getting them from some girls and others, he didn’t get to screw someone every day. There was something nice about sliding his cock in and out of that tight canal. He wasn’t sure if he liked pussies or asses better. Asses were generally tighter, but pussies had that wonderful slickness which made everything so slippery and easy.

The thought of some pussy, which Zach hadn’t had in awhile, excited him, and he really began to give it to Benji, pounding the boy’s ass, using a firm grip on his hips to draw him back against him. The slapping sound of flesh on flesh was loud in the room, as were the little grunts of pleasure Benji was helpless to contain.

Zach was racing towards orgasm when there came a tentative knocking at his door. “Zachy?” It was his mother.

“Unghhh, later, Mom,” Zach grunted, pace not slowing. In fact, he began to fuck even harder, subconsciously rubbing the fact that he was fucking Benji in his mom’s face. Benji stiffened underneath him, trembling suddenly.

“Okay… well… ‘Becca and I are leaving for class. Your dad wanted you to stop by the shop. Uh… bye.”

Zach didn’t bother to answer. Somehow the exchange had turned him on even more and with a few more awkward, stuttering thrusts, he pressed himself forward and gave an explosive gasp as he emptied his balls deep into Benji’s clenching bowels. Benji was busily jacking himself and half a minute later grunted and spurted his jizz onto Zach’s sheets.

Feeling that his duty was done by allowing the older boy to cum, Zach slid his mostly hard cock from the boy’s rectum and collapsed to his back beside him, his breathing quick and the sweat where he’d been in contact with Benji’s body cooling quickly.

Benji cuddled up beside the shorter boy, knowing this brief moment would be the only time he could show some genuine affection. He caressed Zach’s lightly muscled chest, his flat stomach, and traced the smooth V of muscle that lead down to his groin. He gently nudged Zach’s cock aside so that he could play lightly with the tiny new blond growth at the base. He inhaled deeply with his face near Zach’s armpit, taking in his slightly funky, boyish scent, then licked at his chest, tasting salt.

As Benji began to lightly circle Zach’s nipple with his tongue, the younger boy pushed his face away and sat up. “I need to get into the shower,” he said, not unkindly, but with a bit of indifference.

Benji nearly worked up the courage to ask if he could accompany Zach to his father’s surf shop, but he already knew the answer, so he just repressed his own sigh and sat up. “I’m sorry I squirted on your sheets,” he said.

Zach shrugged as he stood, transitioning into a stretch which did wonderful things to his lean body. “It’s cool. See ya tomorrow.”

“Okay, see ya,” Benji said, then watched the boy walk through the door, his eyes locked on his pale, firm ass. Then he did sigh and began to dress, the darkness already pressing in around him as the light and warmth of Zach drifted down the hall.

Knowing his mom was gone, Zach returned to the kitchen. His cock was pointing downward now, although still with a hint of stiffness about it. Enough to make it sway when he walked. The kitchen smelled faintly of tomatoes and earth, overlaid by the faint scent of marijuana. There was an earthy smell, because his mother wasn’t the best housekeeper in the world. She kept everything semi-tidy, but deep cleans didn’t happen very often, so things tended towards cobwebs in corners, and dust in the nooks and crannies.

Zach’s bedroom, which was empty when he returned, Benji having exited back through the window as if he’d never been there, was much worse than the rest of the house. In addition to the riot of color on the walls and ceiling, the rest of the room was a chaotic mix of junk and clothes. There was barely a clear spot on the floor, most of it being covered with clothes in a random mix of clean and dirty, which left dressing in something clean a guessing game which involved a lot of hunting and sniffing. Under his bed lurked dust bunnies the size of actual bunnies. The sheets often got so cum-covered that they would began to bother him after a bit, so they got washed more often than anything else. His mom had never mentioned them. She’d also never mentioned that they were often covered in jizz long before Zach himself had been able to produce any. Not that she likely knew when he’d started to squirt, but she had to have guessed it wasn’t a couple of years ago.

The house was a three bedroom ranch less than a mile from the beach, but in a neighborhood that had more cars on blocks than on four wheels. It was a common party spot, depending on who his mom was dating at the time, attracting everything from latter day beatniks to bikers and everything in between.

Zach wasn’t hugely into showers, especially as he surfed most days and figured the ocean got him plenty clean enough, but he usually gave himself a quick soak on days when he fucked Benji instead of just letting the older boy suck him off, which he was always eager to do.

So the boy returned to the bathroom and slid back the soap scum covered glass door to turn on the water. He ignored the rust stains in the tub and washed quickly, paying most of his attention to his hair, and his dick, which quickly rose to fullness again, so that he was throbbingly erect when he stepped out a few minutes later.

Carefully combing out his hair, he inspected himself in the toothpaste speckled mirror, admiring his fine features and gray eyes. He knew he was good looking. He preferred to think of himself as handsome, but he knew that others always described him as beautiful, or even worse, pretty. His pink lips were full and sensual, his eyes large and expressive. He had long lashes, high cheekbones and perfect skin, untouched by the usual ravages of early adolescence. Sliding some deodorant over his hairless armpits and spraying himself with a liberal amount of Axe body spray, he left the bathroom in search of something to wear, loving the way his dick swung between his legs. In fact, he had to quash an urge to run outside.

As he was passing the hallway to the kitchen a voice called out, “Zachy, is your mom home?”

It was his Aunt Rachael. Well, she wasn’t really his aunt. She was childhood friends with his mom. Zach walked toward her, unconcerned with his nudity. She’d seen him naked before, although it had probably been awhile, and he wasn’t particularly body conscious. Or perhaps it was just his secret pride in his dick and his desire to show it off.

“Hey, Rache,” he said, walking out of the shadowy hallway into the brightness of the kitchen.

Rachael’s eyes were locked on Zach’s swinging cock, fully flaccid now, but he felt still impressive at nearly four inches long. “Damn, kid,” she said, staring.

“She went out to some class with that ‘Becca lady. Yoga I think,” Zach said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning casually against the wall.

Rachael seemed to have to work to tear her eyes away and she said, “You’ve been doing some growing, kid.”

Zach looked down at his cock as if just noticing it for the first time. Inside he was thrilled that she’d noticed. “Sorry, I just got out of the shower,” he said.

Rachael’s eyes drifted back downwards and she licked her lips. “It’s your house,” she said, not trying to meet his eyes. Then she stepped forward. “Zachy… oh my god, are you getting hairs?” With that she stepped forward again until she was right in front of him and reached down to swipe a gentle finger right along the base of his cock, stirring the downy little hairs there. “You really are. When did you get so big? Uh… I mean, old.”

Zach shrugged, his eyes locked on Rachael’s chest. He always thought Rachael was good looking for an older lady. The blonde was probably thirty-three and she still had a nice body, with medium sized titties stuffed today in a tight, scoop necked t-shirt. With his close-up view of that cleavage and the finger literally tickling his fancy the inevitable happened.

Rachael’s eyes widened when Zach’s cock began to rise and she quickly snatched her hand away, although her eyes never left him. “Sorry, Zachy, I didn’t mean… sorry.”

Zach took no pity on the woman, secretly amused and excited. He unconsciously pushed his hips forward, offering his now fully erect young cock to her. “It happens all the time now,” he explained.

“Well… that’s normal,” she said, blushing. “Um… is your mom home? No, wait. I asked that. Okay, a class. Uh… okay. I’m gonna go then.” She turned then and practically fled to the kitchen door, but she turned for a last glance before she pulled the door open and walked quickly outside.

Zach chuckled and squeezed his dick fondly. The boy was well used to adults acting weird around him, especially when it came to anything to do with sex. Returning to his room he began the difficult task of finding something clean to wear. He started off searching for underwear, smelling and discarding pair after pair. It never occurred to him to keep dirty and clean separate from each other to make the process easier.

Zach had had numerous sexual encounters when he was a little kid, but only with other kids. He’d had his first encounter with an adult when he was ten. At the time, his mother, the perpetual hippie and seeker after universal truth and knowledge, had decided that the purification of toxins from the body through steam baths was part of the path to enlightenment.

Deciding that Zach should be a part of this spiritual journey, she’d taken him to the sauna with her. She’d been oblivious to the fact that many of the women were uncomfortable with being naked in front of a ten-year-old boy, and she’d happily chatted with her new, enlightened friends while Zach got eyefuls of lovely lady flesh.

When Zach’s little penis, already big for his age, announced itself while he stared around in joyous abandon, lost in a world of sensual wonders, most of the women got up and left, with one brave soul pointing out that it wasn’t appropriate for a young boy to be naked with a bunch of grown women. Crystal, in typical Crystal fashion, had pish-poshed the women and berated anyone who would listen that Zach’s little erection was perfectly normal, wholly appropriate, and even to be admired.

Still, she capitulated to a degree and the next time, instead of going in with the women, his mom instructed him to go into the men’s steam room. There was only one man inside when he’d entered. The man was probably in his forties, with a tiny potbelly and a cock which looked huge to Zach but was probably only of average length. Still, Zach hadn’t seen that many adult cocks in real life, and none as close as he was to this one.

The man, who’s name was John, was nice to Zach, eager to make him feel welcome and comfortable. He explained that not many men seemed to use the steam room during that time of day and that they were steam buddies. Steam buddies, it turned out, should sit together. So they sat together. Steam buddies, it further turned out, should be nice enough to massage each other, and since Zach was new, John volunteered to go first.

Then Zach got to get a good look at an erect adult cock as John’s already big dick grew and grew until it was hugging his belly. Zach got a feeling in his own belly as he stared at that big penis and John caressed his young body from his neck, down across his chest, his stomach, and even further downward.

Zach didn’t say a word when John took his soft penis between his shaky fingers and barely listened to whatever the man was saying as he gently squeezed and pulled until his little dick was just as stiff as John’s adult one. The one thing he remembered was John telling him how big his dick was for his age, and then he didn’t remember much else as the man took his penis into his hot mouth and began sucking him.

Zach was never sure how long that went on, but eventually he got the funniest feeling deep inside and he thought he was going to shake apart. He was scared at first, but before he could tell John to stop he felt something explode inside him and the most warm, wonderful feeling pulsed through his body. After that, he remembered John tenderly kissing his penis, then asking if he would sit in his lap.

The man basically lifted Zach’s mostly limp body and sat him in his lap until their penises were touching. Then John began to press his big penis against Zach’s stomach, whispering to him, telling him how beautiful he was until a minute later he stiffened and Zach’s belly was coated with stinging hot liquid.

At first he’d been upset that the man had peed on him, but John explained that it wasn’t pee, but rather a magic juice that men made when they got the feeling that Zach had just had himself. He assured Zach that some day he’d make magic juice, too.

Zach was eager to see John again the next time they went, but he never saw him again and eventually his mom stopped making him go with her.

The next man Zach was with wasn’t really a man. Zach was newly eleven and his parents were going through their divorce. His mom was coping with it mainly by sleeping around and drinking a lot. Realizing Crystal wasn’t going to do anything about it, his dad, Brad, arranged for one of the employees from his shop to babysit him on the weekends, when his mom would basically disappear.

The kid was seventeen and still a senior in high school. He looked like a man to Zach though, at nearly six feet and with a nicely muscled body. His name was Ryan and he was the first one to get Zach high. Zach knew what his mother did, what she sold, and what she and his dad and all their friends smoked, but they’d made an effort to keep him from it. Ryan had his own agenda, which Zach understood right away. He remembered the way John had stared at him. It was a look he’d caught from other adults and some kids as well. They were enamored of his beauty. For some it was a purely aesthetic appreciation, but for others it was lustful. Ryan looked at him with simmering lust, and those looks made Zach’s belly feel warm.

Ryan didn’t stretch out his seduction, mostly because he didn’t have to. The first night the young man watched him Zach went and took a shower and came out to watch tv with him only wearing his underwear. After about twenty minutes of watching Ryan’s eyes searching his crotch, he invited him to look if he wanted to, and pushed down the front of his briefs to reveal his young penis.

This time, Zach got to explore as well, as Ryan eagerly stripped off his clothes and lay naked with him in his mother’s bed. The older boy’s hands on his naked body made sure his little cock was stiff while Zach got to explore the fascinating thickness of Ryan’s hairy six inch man cock. It was Ryan who taught him how to suck a cock, and although he never caught the trick of overcoming his gag reflex to take it all, he enjoyed sucking the first few inches, feeling the heat of the boy’s impressive boner throbbing in his mouth. The taste of his spunk when it came was a not unpleasant surprise, and one for which he eventually gained a real appreciation, having sampled everything from adult cum to boys who could barely work up a drop or two. Zach and Ryan got to play around a few more times before Ryan went off to college, but again, Zach never heard from him afterwards.

A few months later, Zach had another encounter with a man. His mother was dating a guy who claimed to be a sculptor. She was going through an artistic phase and liked to invite ‘artists’ around and smoke french cigarettes. This guy, who was in his late forties, got one look at eleven-year-old Zach and told his mother that he must sculpt him. Crystal was eager for him to do so, telling Zach later how lucky he was to have his likeness captured by this great artist.

The sculpture apparently had to wait until the sketching phase was complete, so Crystal insisted that Zach stand nude in front of the man for hours on end while he was drawn over and over in pencil. Zach’s frequent erections were giggled over by his mother, and elicited a wild-eyed gleam in the gaze of the artist with which Zach was now well familiar.

After the first couple of sessions, Crystal apparently felt comfortable leaving Zach alone in the room with the artist. His name was Anton and he spoke with an accent. Zach thought he was Russian. Probably a spy. Every time his mother would leave the room, Anton would get up and lovingly caress Zach’s body. He explained that he needed to know how his body felt under his hands if he were going to bring him alive in clay. Apparently the part he was most interested in sculpting was Zach’s penis, and during that first week the man brought him to many dry orgasms. Funny that knowing how Zach’s body felt under his hands never seemed to be an issue when Crystal was around.

Crystal never questioned why Zach was constantly erect when she came back into the third bedroom, which she used as her studio to make her candles. The floor in the hall creaked even from Zach’s slight weight, so there was never any chance the artist would get caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar, so he was always sitting with his pad in his lap covering his erection when Crystal checked in on them.

A week after meeting the guy, she left him alone with Zach while she went to the grocery store. Anton wasted no time, already sucking Zach’s cock to the noise of his mother’s car pulling out of the driveway. Then it was Anton’s turn, and Zach was instructed to return the favor on Anton’s relatively slender seven-inch uncircumcised cock. Zach hesitantly did so, and quickly earned a mouthful of bitter, oily cum.

The man wasn’t done though, and he went back to Zach, teaching the young boy the strange experience of having his ass rimmed. A stiffened finger in his rectum accompanied by Anton’s mouth around his cock brought him a second time by the time his mom returned.

Three days later Crystal had need to leave Zach alone again and Anton eagerly volunteered to watch him, claiming it would be a great opportunity to finish his sketches. This time, after sucking the boy to a dry orgasm and then having Zach work for a couple of minutes on his big adult cock, Anton turned the boy over and attacked his ass with his mouth again. Zach was only too happy to comply, having looked forward to repeating the weird but pleasurable act, but just when it was starting to feel really good, Anton rose and propped himself over him.

Zach cried out when the man’s cock entered him. It felt like he was on fire and being ripped apart. He struggled underneath the man, but Anton was too strong and he held him in place, whispering softly to him, allowing him to acclimate himself to the horrible stretching of his virgin anus. Eventually the pain died to some degree, or the boy just became numb, and Anton began to fuck him. Slowly at first, but then with increasing fervor, driving his cock deep into little Zach’s bowels, telling him all the while how he beautiful he was, how desirable.

Anton was gone by the time Crystal got back home. Zach only shrugged when she asked about him, and again, that was the last time he was to be seen. Zach spent time in the shower, allowing the hot water to flow over him, easing his hurts. His butt hurt all night, and into the next day, and this was accompanied by intense stomach aches. Crystal grew worried enough that she wanted to take him to the hospital, as distrustful as she was of western medicine, but Zach insisted he was fine and he suffered through an herbal tea and a Hopi poultice on his stomach that did more stinking than pain easing. Zach was never sure why he never told his mom what Anton had done.

In his room, Zach decided to give up on the idea of underwear. He couldn’t find a clean pair and he was tired of sniffing his own funk trying. After putting on his favorite puka shell necklace and several twisted bands of leather in various colors for his wrists, he grabbed a pair of camo cargo shorts and a black muscle shirt with a giant skull with a blunt between his teeth and slipped into his Nikes. He didn’t bother locking the door as he left. There wasn’t much worth stealing, and nobody would dare anyway. His father was sort of connected, as far as a beach community went anyway.

Then he hopped onto his bike and headed down the driveway, his blond hair streaming out behind him. His dad owned a surf shop on Diamond Bay beach, just over a mile from his house. Zach hung out there a lot, him and his friends, in a back room his dad provided for that purpose, thinking it would be easier to keep him out of trouble if he was close by. In order to make it work, his dad very rarely ventured back there, so the kids could do pretty much whatever they wanted as long as they weren’t too loud.

The beach was already fairly crowded. It was a weekday, but it was summer, so there was always a crowd. Zach’s eyes scanned the bodies worth scanning as he pedaled down Bay Drive. Within minutes he was pulling up in front of the Diamond Shack. The bell over the door tinkled as he went in, carefully maneuvering his bicycle inside.

“Zachy, I need you to watch the shop for a bit, okay?” his dad asked as he entered. His dad was a pretty big guy, six foot one and muscled. His blond hair was darker than Zach’s, but even longer, going a bit down past his shoulders. He had the usual three or four days worth of stubble and a goatee. He was wearing a shirt advertising the shop. “There’s a problem with a shipment so I have to drive all the way out to the UPS depot and Dani hasn’t shown up and I can’t get hold of her.”

Dani worked at the shop. She was sort of an assistant manager, having worked there the longest of his dad’s employees at nearly three years. Zach thought she was pretty cool. She was good looking, but she had a lot of piercings and shaved one side of her head, which he wasn’t sure helped or hurt. She also had a lot of tattoos, but Zach liked tattoos. He’d been thinking of getting one. He knew people that did them, but he hadn’t found one who would risk the wrath of his mom and dad to give him one at thirteen.

“Sure, Dad,” Zach said.

“Good man,” Brad Jacobs said, ruffling his son’s blond locks. Zach shook him off with an annoyed gesture. He hated having people mess with his hair.

Zach rolled past his dad and stored his bike in the back room. His dad was gathering his keys and some papers. “If Dani shows up, tell her she’s fired,” he said.

Zach stuck his head back in through the back doorway. “Again?” It wasn’t the first time he’d fired Dani. It wasn’t even the seventh.

Brad sighed. “No, but tell her I’m seriously pissed and I’m docking her pay.”

Zach shrugged. “Okay.”

“Alright, if anything comes up, you’ve got my number,” Brad said, and then with a quick hug he was out the door.

Zach headed immediately into the back room and to a small workbench set along one wall. In one of the drawers he pulled out a small toolbox. Behind the toolbox was a small wooden box, which he removed and took to the coffee table set in front of the tv. Sitting on the couch, he opened the lid of the box, and then opened the baggie also in the box and quickly filled the bowl of a small pipe. Flicking a lighter into life, he held it to the weed and sucked a lungful of smoke.

Zach held the smoke for several seconds, then let it out in a thick cloud. Two more hits finished off the bowl, and Zach replaced the pipe, lighter and the baggy and leaned back into the couch. Within a minute he felt the pot beginning to hit as his face became numb. He felt himself sinking further into the couch and could imagine that he was sinking into it. The cloth of the couch and his skin were melding into one.

That’s when the back door opened. Dani looked at him nervously and whispered, “Is your dad here, Zachy? I didn’t see his truck.”

“UPS,” the boy rasped a bit languidly. “He’s pissed.”

“Fucking Trevor took my phone instead of his this morning.” Trevor was her boyfriend.

Zach didn’t say anything, just staring at her. The half head of hair she had flopped over to the side she shaved and was dyed pink with distinct black roots, which was funny since she was actually blond, Zach knew. She had cool blue eyes and she was dressed today in painted on skinny jeans which were frayed at the knees and slit in horizontal stripes on the thighs. She was wearing a classic black Death Cab for Cutie t-shirt which hugged her small breasts. Dani liked obscure old bands.

“Gettin’ high already?” she asked, noting the smell and lingering cloud of smoke in the air.

Zach shrugged.

“Fuck it,” she said. “Day couldn’t get any worse.” Then she sat herself on the coffee table across from him and reached into the wooden box to load up her own bowl.

Zach didn’t object. He never paid for weed and could always get more. He watched as Dani inhaled, at the way her t-shirt stretched across her boobs. Dani was pretty old, like twenty-six, but she was still kinda hot.

They sat there for a few minutes, losing themselves in the growing mellow. Zach was aware of the way the couch felt against the back of his head, and the way his shirt moved against his chest as he breathed. Then he found himself once again watching the way Dani’s shirt moved across her chest as she breathed. He noticed that her nipples were stiff and easy to see through her shirt. He realized she must not be wearing a bra. That was a cool thought.

Then Zach became aware of a new physical sensation. It took him a moment, or perhaps many moments, to zero in on what it was. Finally he realized it was the movement of his dick against the material of his shorts as it rose.

Zach’s dick had been down between his legs as he sat on the couch, and it lengthened before it began to rise, so that when it poked up against the leg of his shorts, it was a ways down his thigh. The camo color actually did its job at first and camouflaged the rising erection, but then it reached the point where it wanted to flip up and point to his chest but it was restricted by the leg of his shorts. What he was left with was a quite obvious tent in his shorts.

“Zach,” Dani suddenly asked, “do you have a hard-on?”

“Maybe,” Zach allowed, after a bit of consideration.

“Maybe?” the young woman asked, eyes locked on the tent in the boy’s shorts.

“Probably,” Zach said. It felt like he had a hard-on. To make sure he decided to reach down and check. A careful squeeze confirmed it. “Yeah,” he said.

“Were you looking at my boobs?”

“I think so,” Zach said. He was pretty sure he remembered doing just that.

“You’re playing with it,” Dani said.

“With what?” Zach asked, wanting to shut his eyes.

“Your dick,” Dani said.

“Oh,” Zach replied. He gave himself another squeeze and then dropped his hand to the cushion. “Sorry.”

A few more seconds passed. Zach realized his eyes had shut and he opened them again. Dani was staring at his crotch.

“Yeah,” she said, “but now it’s just sticking up like that.”

Zach looked at where his dick was poking against his shorts leg. He thought about reaching down and adjusting it so that it would lie against his groin, but it just seemed like so much trouble.

“I can’t help it,” Zach said. “It’s too hard to put it the right way.”

Dani seemed to think about that for a minute. Her mind was fuzzy. Zach must have gotten hold of some really good shit. Her eyes turned back to Zach’s boner. She was supposed to do something about it. Oh, right, he couldn’t move it. Or something.

“I’ll help,” she announced.

With that, she slid to her knees in front of the boy and brought her hands to his knees. She decided he had nice knees. Nice legs, too. They were so smooth under her hands. Like silk. She realized she was rubbing his thighs. That didn’t seem right. Then she caught sight of his erection again. Big dick for a kid, she thought. She reached forward and squeezed it through his shorts. It was really hard. She squeezed it again. Then she remembered she was supposed to be straightening it out. She pulled it towards her.

“Ouch!” Zach said, jerking and sitting up straight.

“Sorry,” Dani said. “Sorry.” She gave his penis a soft little pat.

She needed a different approach, she realized. Then she had it. Releasing Zach’s cock, she went to work on the button at his waistband, and then his zipper. Pulling the sides apart, she could see the boy wasn’t wearing underwear. She figured that should make things easier. This time she pushed on his erection, but it was stuck in a fold of material and wasn’t going anywhere.

“Won’t work,” she said.

“Huh?” Zach asked. His eyes had been closed. He opened them to find Dani between his legs with his shorts gaping open. “What’re ya doin?” he asked.

“Fixin’ it,” she muttered.

“Oh. Okay.” He shut his eyes again.

Dani took hold of the sides of the boy’s shorts and began to tug on them. She worked first one side and then the other, back and forth, inch after inch until there was a meaty little slap and the tent was gone. Dani smiled, happy she’d found a solution.

When she looked at Zach, she realized that the boy’s shorts were partly down his thighs, enough to leave his entire crotch exposed, from his throbbing cock to the hairless balls hanging between his legs. There was a rational part of Dani’s mind that realized what she was seeing, and what she was doing, and knew that she’d done it on purpose, because the desire to see the beautiful young boy exactly like this had been growing in her for over a year. She didn’t know why, but she knew it was true, deep down.

Dani found her mouth watering at the sight of Zach’s teen cock. It was so much more slender and graceful than the adult cocks she was used to, but that only excited her more. She knew this was so, so wrong, but the weed was messing with her head just enough to allow her to convince herself that she wasn’t culpable for what she was about to do. The truth is that she’d been fascinated by Zachy for years and the older he got the more the fascination grew. She’d reached the point where she just couldn’t hold back anymore. With that vague thought, she leaned forward and took the thirteen-year-old’s cock into the warmth of her mouth.

Zach felt the woman’s lips close around his cock and his eyes fluttered open. Dani was slowly working her mouth up and down on his shaft. He had a moment of the mildest of surprise, everything a bit dulled by his smoke-addled brain. He couldn’t say he was completely surprised. He was used to people wanting to have sex with him, and had seen the carefully hidden desire in Dani’s eyes some time ago, so he just leaned back into the couch and enjoyed the sensation. He wasn’t sure if it was the pot or Dani, but she seemed to really know what she was doing.

With Zachy’s teen cock in her mouth, she had a direct view of the base of it, and she was happy to see some light blond hairs there. She felt perverted enough as it was. She was regretting none of it, however. Zach’s cock was everything she’d dreamed, long enough to challenge her throat, but thin enough not to strain her lips and jaw and make the blowjob uncomfortable.

She liked sucking cock well enough. There was a certain power in it that she found attractive, and if she really liked the guy, she knew she was bringing him incredible pleasure, which was great. Beside all that though, there was just something nice about a cock in her mouth. The feel of it, the silky smoothness of the skin, the throbbing hardness underneath, the comforting heat of it. There was also the almost animal scent of a man’s crotch in her face that did things deep inside her.

Dani was feeling that stirring now. Zach’s crotch, almost bare of hair, was no less full of male musk. In fact, underneath the soap which she was pretty sure was an Axe body wash, which made her smile, she could scent the indefinable scent of teen boy, which was somehow so much more powerful than a grown man’s. Or perhaps it was just more primal in some way. Primal innocence, she thought. They should make a new Axe scent. New from Axe… Primal Innocence, for the boy who just wants to fuck.

Dani backed off Zach’s cock, holding it gently in her hand as she kissed her way down along the glimmering shaft until she could slide her tongue into the loose skin of his balls. Then she drew first one and then the other into her mouth, switching between them, unsure of her ability to get both of them at the same time and not wanting to chance hurting him. There wasn’t a single hair on his balls. If she felt vaguely uncomfortable about the lack of hair at the base of his cock, the absence of hair on his nuts thrilled her. She hated that part.

Zach spread his thighs wider, allowing Dani better access to his balls. He loved having his balls sucked. If he moved his head a bit he could get a decent look at the way her breasts were stretching her shirt. Not even thinking about it, he asked, “Can I see your boobs?”

Dani pulled back immediately, releasing the boy’s cock with a wet slap against his abdomen. She pulled off her shirt, shaking out her pink hair and unconsciously thrusting her chest out a bit, showing her tits off to their best effect. A quick glance showed that her nipples were hard. She wondered how she’d been unaware of that. Apparently the pot was hitting her harder than she thought.

Wow, nice boobs, Zach thought. He glanced down at his stiff cock and back to Dani’s boobs and thought about fucking her. He decided after a few moments that he’d probably do that. Dani was good looking for her age. Nice body. Yeah, he decided, he’d probably fuck her if she wanted. He’d tear her up. Show her how it was done. That stupid Trevor probably didn’t know what he was doing if she was on her knees in front of him with his dick in her mouth. Tear that pussy up, he thought.

Dani was apparently having similar thoughts. She swayed a bit as she stood there, cupping her small breasts, lightly pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Damn, she could stare at Zachy’s cock all day, she decided. She’d seen dicks she thought of as exciting. She’d seen small ones and large ones. Fat ones and skinny ones. Size had never been a factor for her, but she’d realized pretty early on that some were more aesthetically pleasing than others. She’d never seen one she thought of as beautiful though. Not until now. She supposed it was only fitting; Zachy was probably the most beautiful human she’d ever seen. Which explained why she was here in the first place.

Not even realizing what she was doing, Dani began to rub herself through the front of her jeans. Then she shuddered and caught herself. Without hesitation she began to slide out of her pants.

Zach watched as Dani’s dark blonde pussy was revealed. He told himself he could smell it over the lingering odor of cannabis. The moment she slipped her second foot out of the skinny pant legs he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pressing his face into that damp triangle. He knew what girls liked.

Dani gasped as she felt Zach dive in between her legs, his tongue snaking out to lap against her swollen pussylips. Holy shit, she thought. Did thirteen-year-old kids know about going down on a pussy? She shuddered as he flicked his tongue over her little hooded clit and thought, well, this one certainly does. Then he sucked her little button between his lips and she grabbed the back of his head, holding on as waves of pleasure aided by the surreal sensation of the drug in her head pulsated through her.

Zach had only eaten two other pussies. The first was the one he learned on and belonged to a thirty-two-year-old girlfriend of one of his father’s friends. Zach had just recently turned twelve and his folks were still mostly together then. Back then their house was always busy with one party or another, especially on weekends.

The first time it happened the party had been going pretty strong, with bikers and surfers and his mom’s artist friends, who strangely all got along just fine, all drinking and getting high and dancing and singing into the night. Zach had been sneaking beer and taking passed joints here and there from people who thought it was amusing to get the little kid high. There always seemed to be a few in every bunch.

Anyway, sometime after midnight Zach was feeling dizzy and tired and he made his way to his room. He barely managed to get out of his clothes, and dressed only in his thin briefs he fell into bed. Some time later, he became aware that he wasn’t alone. There was a woman with her arm draped over him, snoring lightly against his chest. Her hair was in her face, but he thought he was sure he recognized her and was pretty sure her name was Sandy.

He shook her lightly and with a snort she’d woken. She’d been confused at first, and she was obviously under the influence of something. She’d started talking about how beautiful he was, which he was pretty used to, honestly. Then she’d kissed him. Not a regular kiss either, but a sexy kiss, with tongue and heat. He was a bit grossed out by the fact that she was old and didn’t have the best breath, but a sexy kiss was a sexy kiss and his body responded the way you’d imagine.

Sandy discovered this fact pretty quickly, as her forearm was draped over his crotch. Within moments she had his little briefs down around his knees and his cock was buried to the hilt in her mouth. She was sucking him hungrily, noisily, and in an amazingly short amount of time he was shuddering and dry-cumming in her mouth.

After that she started talking about reciprocation, which Zach had to look up the next day. She repeated it about a dozen times, so he had no problem remembering it. He thought she had a pretty exciting looking body for an older lady, with big breasts and a brown-haired pussy. He’d fucked a woman and two girls at that time already, so he wasn’t a virgin or any kind of innocent, but he’d never gone down on any of them. Sandy changed all that.

The woman coaxed him gently, telling him exactly what to do, and while Zach acclimated himself to the smell and taste of pussy, which, while seeming a bit gross at first, fairly quickly grew on him, she writhed underneath him. He wasn’t quite experienced enough to be able to tell how many times she came while he ate her out, but he was sure it was more than once.

Afterward, she allowed him to fuck her, which he did eagerly, and came twice again himself. Sandy was very vocal when she came, gasping and moaning, but the music from the back of the house was so loud that nobody ever heard them. Or if they did, they must have assumed it was adults having sex.

Sated, woman and boy rolled apart, sweaty skin drying in the air from the ceiling fan above. Sandy eventually dressed herself and with a slightly guilty smile, let herself out of his room. Unlike some of the other adult lovers that had come into his life, Sandy couldn’t stop herself and sometimes, even today, came back for more. Zach knew the sound of her bike, and he’d get hard whenever he heard it. Sandy knew what she was doing.

The other pussy he’d eaten had been a few months ago. She was a fifteen-year-old girl named Britt who was the older sister of a friend of his. They’d hooked up one night when he’d spent the night at his friend’s house, Britt having snuck into her brother’s room in the middle of the night to bring him to her room. Zach hadn’t been too surprised, having seen the way she’d been looking at him. So that night he got to suck his friend’s cock, have his sucked in return, and then get the same treatment from the sister.

She hadn’t let him fuck her that first time, even after he went down on her, which he’d thought would seal the deal. She’d been worried about waking her parents or brother, but he’d visited her since. He’d once even fucked her and her best friend at the same time. The girl had been a virgin and was afraid to do it, so her friend had arranged for Zach to take her cherry instead of her boyfriend, who the girls figured would be inept his first time. Zach had been happy to help. He dreamed of one day getting brother and sister together, but Britt had been pissed the one time he mentioned it, although she’d said nothing about the fact that Zach and her baby brother were sucking each other’s cocks.

Dani decided she was going to fuck him. She hadn’t been sure she would. She’d mostly wanted to suck his cock. Actually, she’d mostly just wanted to see his cock, all hard and throbbing and young, but the sight of it had made her want it in her mouth. Now she wanted it in her pussy. Between her legs, Zach was eagerly sucking and licking at her, and she was trembling against him.

She was very nearly at the point where she was becoming too sensitive for the attention the kid was giving to her clit. While he was adept enough at eating pussy, especially for such a young boy, he didn’t yet have enough experience to know when to back off her little button. She wasn’t in the mood to give a lesson, however. She just wanted his cock.

Zach was sitting on the edge of the couch with his face buried between Dani’s legs. He liked the taste of her pussy in his mouth. He also liked the way she was moaning and running her hands through his hair, and grinding herself against him. Her hips were making slow, languid circles. Her gasps were making him really hot, and his boner was hugging his stomach. Then she broke the grip of his arms around her legs and pushed him back.

With an effort of will, Dani broke the boy’s embrace and pushed him back until he was slumping on the couch, his ass nearly off the cushion. She knelt down until she had a knee on either side of him, then took hold of his straining erection. She didn’t even bother to swipe it over her, knowing she was more than wet enough to accommodate him. She positioned him carefully, and then with a hiss, she sank down, feeling him fill her.

Zach let out an involuntary groan as the woman’s pussy wrapped around his deeply buried cock. The sudden heat of her was amazing and he felt himself straining upward, trying to push more of himself up inside her.

Dani shuddered atop him, gripping his slender shoulders, tightening the muscles in her cunt, feeling them ripple around his slender length. It felt so good because she knew it was so bad. A thirteen-year-old boy, and she was sitting on his cock, the thing throbbing strongly inside her. And not just any thirteen-year-old, but the most beautiful boy she’d ever seen. Living and working on the beach, she’d seen many, but Zachy Jacobs shone with something that seemed barely human, and everyone who met him knew it and wanted a piece of it. She was getting her piece now. Or rather, he was.

Head still in that other place it went when he was high, Zach just leaned back and enjoyed the ride, watching as Dani worked herself up and down on his cock, her eyes closed, her hands on her small breasts, her body rising and falling as she fucked him. He liked the sound of her pussy as it sank around him again and again, like an oil derrick, rhythmic and slick. For a time he lost himself in that sound, the soft squelching. Then he became more aware of the feeling of her, the way her hot cunt was gripping his dick, riding up and down.

Dani figured the aborted blowjob must have gotten the kid ramped up, or maybe he was just normally this quick. She knew he was cumming when she heard the strangled gasp and he clutched her tightly. She could feel his cock jerking inside her, and even imagined him painting her insides with hot boyjizz, although with the lack of pubes she honestly wondered if he could shoot yet. She had to admit she was disappointed. She’d hoped he would last longer. She was so close herself. She reached between her legs, began rubbing her clit, hoping to finish herself off without making it too obvious that he hadn’t completed the job for her.

While she’d known he was done, she was still surprised when he began to work his way out from underneath her. She’d thought he’d want to at least enjoy the warm afterglow. She sighed as she sank down on her heels, fingers still working idly on her hooded clit. She found herself looking at Zach’s cock. That’s not a soft cock, she thought. It was still pointing at the ceiling and glistening with their combined body fluids.

Zach kicked his shorts the rest of the way off, then quickly peeled off his shirt. He saw the way Dani’s eyes went from his rigid dick to his lean and muscular chest and abdomen. His cock lurched. He loved it when people looked at him with that gleam in their eyes, that open hunger.

Dani had about three inches and she didn’t want to think about how many pounds on the kid, but that disparity wasn’t at all in evidence as he took her almost roughly by her upper arms and forced her back onto the couch. His slender arms felt like they were steel cables, and she gripped them as he climbed between her legs and within moments expertly guided his cock back into her pussy. She gasped as he filled her with a cock that seemed even harder than it had before.

That’s when Zachy began to fuck her in earnest. This was no languid screwing. No slow, erotic dance. Zach’s breath was hot on her neck as he began to piston his cock into her. He started off stiff-armed above her, his skinny hips working rapidly, but soon lowered himself to his elbows, hugging her tightly while his pale ass worked in a blur of movement.

Dani could only hold on. The single-mindedness of his attack was almost brutal. His pubic mound slammed into hers again and again, almost painfully. If the sound of their previous joining had been loud, it was now a staccato tattoo that she was sure could be heard through the walls. Of course, that wasn’t the only sound. Each rapid thrust of the boy’s cock forced a gasp from her, which somehow mixed with a long stream of moans that interwove with each forced exhalation.

Within a minute Dani was cumming. The orgasm crashed through her wholly unexpectedly, shocking her with the pleasure, which washed through her like a wave. Her whole body trembled and she tried to tell Zach to slow down, to give her a moment, but he was lost in his own world, intent on his goal. Given no chance to come down, she was equally unprepared for the second orgasm, which came right on the heels of the first.

By now, Dani had wrapped her legs up around Zach’s thighs, the insides of her legs already feeling raw from the friction of their bodies. Her nails were in the boy’s back, not quite piercing, but painful, leaving half-moon indentations. She reached down and grabbed the boy’s perfect ass, hoping to force him to slow, but she didn’t have enough strength in her arms to force him to alter his rhythm, which if anything seemed to be speeding.

Another orgasm ripped through her and Dani groaned. Each climax seemed to take her higher and higher, into a realm of pleasure she’d never known. It was akin to pain and she began to pray for and dread the next one. When it came, she was too hoarse to cry out, and she simply hung on, not knowing if she wanted it to stop or if she wanted it to go on and on until he broke her apart, melting her into disparate molecules which would float off into the cosmos.

Finally, after an amount of time she couldn’t even attempt to measure, Zachy pulled out of her. She found her eyes locked on his stiffly throbbing teen cock. However, any thoughts that the experience was over was quickly dashed when he used the strength in those slender arms to flip her over and pull her up onto her knees. Her face she buried in the cushion, smelling the bodies, the sea salt, the ground in corn chips and pot that infested it clogging her nose. Surely this wasn’t happening, she thought. Then she felt Zach’s five inches slam into her once again and she groaned.

She wanted to stop him. Had to stop him, but she was helpless. In this new position he could fuck her even faster, even deeper, than he had before. She came again almost immediately, crying out, sure that tears were forming in her eyes. She couldn’t breath. Couldn’t think. Her body trembled. Her pussy felt numb. It felt like it was on fire. It felt swollen and pained and so full of pulsing pleasure she could barely stand it.

Zach’s hand’s were on the woman’s thighs, pulling her against him as he slammed his cock into her again and again. He’d seen the way she’d been looking at him the last couple of years. He knew that look, though she did her best to disguise it. He’d wondered if she’d ever do anything about it and how he’d react. Now he’d found out. She has a nice pussy, he decided. It felt great wrapped around his dick. Not as tight as some, and certainly not as tight as a boy’s ass, but it was slick and welcoming and he was enjoying slamming his cock into it.

There was something really cool about hearing a woman gasp out with each of his thrusts, knowing they were feeling his cock and loving it. He wanted to show Dani that all that secret longing had been worth it. It was his duty, he figured, to give someone who wanted him a good experience. To him that meant fucking hard, and fucking fast, and fucking as long as he could fuck. He’d read about techniques online. Things like adjusting rhythms and circling his hips and shit like that. He’d even tried a few of them on Benji, who was sort of his experimental fuck puppet. They were okay, but nothing beat a straight out fucking, and with his head fucked up from the weed, that was one thing he knew he could deliver.

Zach was watching his cock slide in and out of Dani’s cunt. The pale length of him was there, and then it wasn’t. There and gone, there and gone. It was like a magic trick. Then his eyes moved upward, very slightly. There sat the pucker of her asshole. It was sorta winking at him. It was pretty much like most assholes he’d seen. He wasn’t sure he’d ever paid all that much attention to them. It was probably darker than others he’d seen. He wasn’t sure if that was because she was older or if it was just her. The only other assholes he’d actually fucked had been boys in the eleven to fifteen range, and theirs were nicely pink.

The more he stared at that winking anus, the more he thought about getting his cock in there. Pussies were great, and he was certainly enjoying the one he was in, but her asshole would have to be so much tighter, wouldn’t it? The thought was interrupted as he noticed Dani was cumming. He knew she’d cum before, but he hadn’t been paying a whole lot of attention. Sometimes her cunt would tighten down around him, but he’d been too involved in fucking to pay it much mind. Now he felt her loosening up around him again and he pulled out of her.

“Thank god,” she gasped softly.

It’s finally over, Dani thought. She felt wrecked, but she’d survived it and while it had actually verged into scary, it had been incredible. Then she felt something she’d felt only once before. It was the spongy presence of a cockhead being pressed against her asshole. Dani had let one guy fuck her in the ass. It had been years ago and it hadn’t gone well and she’d vowed never to do it again.

Dani didn’t seem to have the strength to tense up, and while her voice rose in a weak protest, it was choked off as Zach’s teen cock slid into her rectum. There was pain, but it was minimal. Mostly there was a stretching sensation like she was having a difficult time in the bathroom. Apparently Zach’s young cock was just thin enough to allow him access without too much discomfort.

Still, she didn’t want him in there. She felt immediately violated and uncomfortable, physically as well as mentally, and she wanted him out. However, the quick fucking of his cock resumed, rocking her body and stealing her breath. The boy was like a machine, pistoning in and out of her. Her whole groin felt numb from his earlier abuse, so she figured that was helping, as was the still strong buzz of good pot weaving through her tissues.

That was it, Zach decided. Her ass, as expected, was tighter than her pussy. His cock was already so well lubricated from her puss that it slid into her ass easily, and eased his passage as he began to fuck her again. He could tell she liked it. She was gasping like crazy and her ass was rippling around his cock, squeezing it. He began to slam it into her good, loving the meaty slaps of his groin against her asscheeks. He’d never had the luxury of two holes like this and thought he’d have to try it again next time he had a woman or girl. Dani certainly seemed to like it.

Dani couldn’t believe how much she was liking it. The sense of violation retreated when the stimulation of Zachy’s cock began to radiate through her. Her one experience with anal had been so bad that she’d never explored that area, and now she realized that she’d been missing something. It was different than the sensations she experienced from her pussy, but no less pleasurable for all that. It also allowed her to reach a hand up between her legs and directly manipulate her clit. As she brought herself to a shuddering orgasm she wondered just what the hell she was doing. She’d just felt like a survivor of some sort of natural disaster a minute before, and now she was throwing herself back into the maelstrom willingly.

Zach felt Dani’s asshole rippling around his cock as she came and he knew he’d reached his limit. He wouldn’t last much longer and frankly his cock was beginning to feel a bit raw, like when he jacked off one too many times. Wanting to go out with a bang, so to speak, the boy dug in his feet and began to go as hard and fast as he could, driving his cock almost maniacally.

Dani felt the increase in speed and force and shuddered helplessly underneath him. Her hand had left her pussy, requiring the strength she gained from clutching the cushion just to keep herself from shaking apart. Zach’s thirteen-year-old cock was a molten spike in her ass, driving faster and faster, filling her in equal measures with pleasure and pain. Then, with a final, grunting shove, he was cumming.

Zach pressed forward mightily, straining, his cock lurching, buried deep in the woman’s gripping ass. Zach didn’t shoot a lot, a thin stream or three with a few followup droplets most times, but it felt explosive as he fired his boyish salvo deep into the woman’s rectum.

He knelt there, breath a bit fast, but not terribly so. Dani was gasping like a dying fish. Maybe thirty seconds passed and he felt Dani’s asshole clench around him as there came a tinkling from the bell over the front door.

Zach calmly slid his cock back out of the woman’s asshole. He grabbed his shorts up off the floor and stepped into them. He started to pull them up and then paused with them at mid thigh. He dug into one of the large pockets and extracted a small square. He opened up the sanitizing wipe and swiped it over his half-hard cock, then crumbled it up and dropped it to the ground and pulled his shorts the rest of way up around his hips. A quick zip and he was through the door to the front of the store.

Dani watched him go, amazed at his calm, but so spent she couldn’t work up the energy to move, even knowing it was likely the kid’s dad out there. The pot at least was numbing the fear of possible discovery.

Zach found a guy and his kid. They were on vacation and dad wanted to talk boogie boards for his son. The son was pretty cute in a round faced, full lipped sort of way. He was about eleven or so, with brown hair in a kind of bowl cut and hazel eyes. In fact, he reminded him a lot of the boy in that new space show on Netflix. Hard to remember the name of it through the fog. Danger, Will Roberson!

The guy himself wasn’t bad looking. Mid to late thirties, athletic looking, sharp features. Kid must have gotten the apple cheeks and bee-stung lips from his mom.

Zach noticed right away the way the guy was checking him out. It wasn’t all that unusual for him to wait on customers without a shirt. It was a surf shop after all. The guy wasn’t even trying to hide how interested he was, even commenting on his tan and asking him to flex for him. The kid wasn’t very shy about checking him out either. Well, that wasn’t really true, he did seem shy, as his looks were all out of the corner of his eyes or through lowered eyelids, but he was looking nonetheless.

Zach found himself wondering what was up between the kid and man. Were they really father and son? Of course, even if they were it didn’t mean anything. He’d read some pretty fucked up stuff online. He’d never had a dad and son at the same time. The thought of it gave him a boner.

The man got even more demonstrative when he noticed Zach’s erection, which was sticking out pretty obviously in a clear area between his fly and his left pocket. Zach could have slid it up behind the zipper to make it a little less obvious, but he left it where it was, secretly enjoying the looks. The man was definitely hard himself, but it wasn’t all that noticeable in his loose khakis. Zach could tell by the way he moved though. The kid also seemed to be boned up, based on the way he was rubbing his wrist against the front of his pants.

The man had just offered to have Zach join them for lunch, which Zach knew really meant a lot more than lunch. He was definitely intrigued and was about to accept when his dad walked into the shop. He immediately slid a hand into his pocket, gripping his boner so it wasn’t noticeable.

As soon as they heard Zach call him ‘dad’, the man and son made a quick purchase and left the shop. His dad asked him if Dani had shown up, and before he had to make up a lie, Dani walked through the back door with lunch for her and him, but she would barely look at him. That was okay with him. He was pretty sure she’d get over it.

Adults seemed to feel guilty when they fucked a kid. It made sense with the way everybody was always screaming about what a horrible thing that was. Zach figured they should just shut the fuck up and get laid. If two, or more, people wanted to fuck, who the fuck else’s business was it? He knew how many adults checked him out and it wasn’t some tiny, disturbed percentage of the population like they tried to make it seem. There were a hell of a lot more people who wanted to get in his pants out there than anyone would believe, both men and women.

So he had no problem letting Dani have her little moment of self-examination, but he was fairly sure she’d get over it. Especially the next time she wanted a fuck. The fact that there would be a next time was never a question in his mind.

Just as he was about to go to the back room with his burrito, there came a soft rap at the front of the door. His dad and Dani were talking and didn’t hear it, but Zach looked up and saw the boy from before. He went outside and with a cute blush the boy silently slipped him a piece of plastic. It was a room key from a nice hotel up the beach. There was slight gleam in the boy’s bang-covered eyes as he ran back to a waiting sedan out front.

The End.

Copyright 2023 – Rwxxx13
All rights reserved

Yes, really! This is it. The End. No more chapters will follow. Not written by me, nor by Rwxxx13. Sadly, he passed away and will never write another story or chapter. Even though I think it deserves a decent ending, I’ll never write and end to it. I don’t want to touch this genius writer’s work, because I know I’ll never do it justice. But please! Feel free to do so yourself, and send it to me and I might end up posting it here!

Sibling Rivalry – Chapter Six

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 6

If Megan had thought she was done with Jack, she was sorely mistaken. Literally sore, because it turned out that the eleven-year-old was a lot like that Energizer Bunny. Once he got started, he kept going… and going… and going…

Megan was pretty exhausted by the time Jacky fucked her on the ottoman after Richie had left. She needed some food in her, so she went into the kitchen to whip up something for lunch. However, despite her complaints, Jack kept rubbing up against her, or sucking at her tits, or sliding his talented little fingers up between her legs. Of course, her complaints were halfhearted at best.

She was bent over looking at something in the fridge when Jack stepped up behind her, grabbed her hips and just slid his little cock into her from behind. She had to stand there, bracing herself against the bottom shelf while the preteen wonder fucked her to another explosive orgasm while she stared at a container of strawberry yogurt. At least she could be thankful for the cool air on her face.

It took Megan forty minutes to prepare some canned soup and make grilled cheese sandwiches, because she had to keep stopping while Jack fucked her. He fucked her once at the fridge, once with her sitting on the counter while Jack stood on one of the chairs, and then once again with her standing at the dining room table, her upper body laid flat while Jack used a chair again, kneeling on it so he could fuck her in the ass. She wasn’t quite ready to admit just how much she loved his little cock in her ass.

It was almost scary, the kid’s stamina. He wasn’t just bringing her either. Each time he fucked her, he’d cum as well. She’d heard of course of the recovery power of young guys, but she didn’t see Jack’s little dick go soft once. She couldn’t help but think of those Viagra commercials and wonder if she should call a doctor after four hours to complain that no matter how many times her eleven-year-old nephew fucked her, his erection wouldn’t go away.

Sated in more ways than one after lunch, Megan went into the living room and flopped down on the sofa, leaning back and shutting her eyes. What a morning. She’d have never imagined it in a million years, that she’d spend a day getting fucked silly by a little boy. Jack was cute and sexy and funny and wicked. Everything she could have dreamed of in a boy lover. He was attentive and cared about her pleasure, and was advanced well beyond his years in making that happen.

Megan felt uneasy though. Things were going better than she’d ever dared hope, or even dream. Her nephews were beautiful and perfect, their bodies, their cocks, everything she’d ever wanted. She was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and she knew in her heart that shoe was going to be Nicole finding out about her, about what she’d been doing with her sons. She dreaded the confrontation, and it saddened her, because she knew it would wreck their relationship. Even if she managed to keep herself out of prison, there was no way Nicole would ever let her back into her life.

What could she do though? Leave? It was a bit too late for that, but she couldn’t imagine being able to get through the rest of her vacation without Nicole catching on to her depravity. She also couldn’t imagine just stopping. The boys were gorgeous. Gloriously sexy and eager for her. Eager to give her those lovely cocks and make her dreams come true.

Megan sensed him before she felt him. She was lying there when she felt the lightest of touches on her thighs, and then she gasped as Jack pushed his face between her legs and began to lap at her overworked pussy.

“Jacky, how can you want more?” she moaned, running her fingers through his short blond hair and writhing already as the boy worked his tongue up inside her.

Then the boy leaned back enough to say, “I like the taste.” Then, as if he felt the need to clarify, “Of your pussy.”

“Of my pussy,” she agreed. “Mmmm, eat that pussy.” Had she really just said that?

Jack backed his tongue out and rasped it over her inner lips, over and over again, the top of each upward trip sliding firmly over her clit and making her shudder. She gasped when he reached up between her legs and shoved two… no, three fingers up inside her. Then she gasped again as he pressed his lips around her clitoral hood and began to suck while flicking it rapidly with his tongue.

“Jacky… Jacky…” she moaned. “Oh, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!”

Then the eleven-year-old straightened and grabbed her hips, surprising her with his wiry strength as he pulled her ass to the edge of the couch. “Gonna fuck you and make you cum,” he growled in his little boy voice.

“Yeah, Jacky,” she moaned eagerly, biting her bottom lip. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me with that hot little cock!”

He sank it into her, all the way to the hilt in one stroke and she nearly choked on the pleasure. There were no preliminaries this time. The preteen just began to hammer her, hard and fast, rocking her body with his thrusts, his bony hips jamming into her almost painfully. Megan was amazed at how full four inches of boycock could make her feel. It felt like Jack’s cock was riding into her stomach and she felt split apart. It didn’t make any sense, and she didn’t care.

“Fuckin’ your pussy so hard,” Jack gasped.

The dirty talk ratcheted up Megan’s pleasure in a way she didn’t understand. “Slam that sweet cock into me, baby,” she growled, gripping his muscular little ass. “Fuck me… fuck me… fuck your aunt’s pussy!”

“Fuckin’ you with my jailbait dick!” he grinned. “Little boy dick fucking your dirty pervert pussy.”

“Fuck!” she cried, her head slamming back against the cushions, feeling herself starting to cum around her nephew’s driving little cock. “Do it, Jacky! Shoot your little boy cum into my dirty pussy!”

“Gonna do it!” he gasped. “Gonna shoot my boy jizz right into your cunt!”

“Do it, Jacky!” she whined, shaking now as her orgasm crested, feeling the boy continue to slam himself into her. “Fill my pussy with your hot, sweet cum!”

Woman and boy shook as Jack’s cock jerked out his dry cum and Megan’s hungry pussy sucked madly at the little organ. Jack collapsed on top of her, breathing loudly, still inside her. Megan hugged his sweaty little body to her, also breathing hard, feeling the warmth of her orgasm melting through her body.

Finally, Megan felt Jack’s face lift up off her chest and she opened her eyes to see him grinning at her. “You’re weird,” he said. “That was fun.”

“Mmm…” she mewled, pulling his tight little ass against her, feeling his still-hard cock jerk inside her. “You bring out the weird in me, Jacky.”

“You wanna fuck again?” he asked, giving her a couple of gentle strokes of his buried cock, which made shivers race up and down Megan’s body.

“No, you little monster!” she laughed, pushing him away. “You’re going to kill me.”

Jack knelt there in front of her, his little erection throbbing and wet. “Suck it then, okay?”

“How can you want to cum again?” she asked, honestly amazed.

“Please?” he wheedled, climbing up on the sofa and straddling her legs.

“You are such a brat,” she grinned, and she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his little pink crown. She could taste herself on him and she rasped a tongue up along his thin shaft.

“You like my cock,” Jack said.

“I love your cock,” she grinned, then she licked him again.

The doorbell rang.

Megan panicked, sitting bolt upright and spilling Jack to the floor. “Sorry,” she said, wide-eyed. “What do we do?” She crossed her legs nervously. Her pussy was still wet and Jack’s little cock was still shining with a combination of her pussy juice and her tongue.

“Uh, usually answer the door,” Jack said with way too much sarcasm for an eleven-year-old.

“But, Jacky, we were…” Megan began, and all of a sudden felt shy saying they were fucking.

“Well, we’re not right this second, so nobody’ll know,” Jack said, walking to the door.

Megan straightened her back, put one arm over the back of the sofa and then nervously tried it on the arm, struggling for nonchalance. She watched Jack’s tanned, muscled little butt as he walked to the door. He opened it, but she wasn’t at an angle to see out.

“Hey,” she heard a voice say. A boy’s voice.

“Hi, Jack.” That was a girl, and she was obviously being very flirty, if her drawn out and playful ‘hi’ was any indication.

“Hey, April,” Jack said. “Shane’s not home.” Megan saw him hook a thumb over his shoulder. “I’m just hangin’ with my aunt.”

“She must be pretty to get you that hard,” Megan heard the girl say.

Then the first voice, the boy, said, “Geez, April, don’t just grab it. We’re outside.”

“Then let’s go inside,” the girl, April said. Then once more in her flirty voice, “You wanna play, Jack?”

Jack turned to look at Megan, giving her raised eyebrows. Megan shook her head in a firm no, but it didn’t do any good, as she saw someone brushing past Jack through the door.

It was the girl. She was a cute little thing, about Jack’s height and probably his age, although it was always hard to tell at that age. She was naked of course, with perky little budding breasts, really no more than swollen, conical nipples thrusting maybe two inches out on her chest. They were topped by little brown nipples, obviously stiff and about the size of pencil erasers. She had the tiniest bit of brown hair between her legs, straight and silky strands just at the top of her puffy labia. Like a little brown Hitler mustache on its side. Megan wasn’t sure why Hitler came to mind, except that maybe she felt a little bit like Poland in 1939.

“Hi,” the girl said perkily. Megan had perky on the brain. “I’m April,” the girl said, coming into the room and walking toward Megan. She had pigtails sticking up out of her head like radar towers. Even her hair was perky, Megan thought.

“Hi,” Megan said nervously. Could the girl smell it? The smell of sex? Pussy and sweat and illicit animal heat?

Megan heard Jack say, “I guess you might as well come in.”

“You’re Jack’s aunt?” April asked, coming to a stop in front of Megan. She could see her nephew opening the door to admit the boy.

If Megan had to guess, she’d assume the boy was the girl’s sister. He was older, and taller, maybe five-foot-five to the girl’s not quite five feet. He was an attractive boy, with the same brown hair as his sister, but short and parted on the side, creating a swoop. He was tanned all over of course, and had a small, but full little bush of brown curls over a fat little nub of a penis. Megan wondered if it was the same as Shane’s magical growing dick. Megan figured he was maybe a tall thirteen or maybe fourteen. She tore her eyes away from the kid’s dick, realizing the girl was waiting for an answer.

Megan forced a smile. “Hi, yeah. I’m visiting for a couple of weeks. You’re friends of Jack and Shane?”

Good friends,” the girl grinned, putting an emphasis on ‘good’ and cocking her slender little hips. Backlit by the panes of glass on either side of the door, Megan could see the distinctive little swells of the girl’s inner lips. Megan hadn’t seen a girl naked since she was one herself.

“This is Rain,” Jack said, accompanying the boy, his little erection swaying side to side.

“April Rain?” Megan asked. “Has someone shot your parents yet?”

The kids both laughed. “Mom thinks she’s a hippy,” the boy said in his scratchy adolescent voice.

April smiled, and then stepped over to Jack. She leaned close, putting her arm around the boy’s waist and whispered in his ear, grinning. Megan felt an unreasoning surge of jealousy. Then she felt a bit of alarm as Jack turned to her with a look. She wasn’t sure exactly what that look meant, but she was pretty sure it wasn’t good. The girl continued to whisper in Jack’s ear. Her nephew turned to whisper something to her, and then the girl boldly reached down and wrapped her hand around Jack’s boner.

Megan felt her eyebrows go up in surprise at the girl’s… well… balls. Like the little balls she was now brazenly caressing. Jack turned to Megan with a blush, and said, “She knows.”

Megan felt her heart jump into her throat while a ball of ice coalesced in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but April beat her to it, saying, “His dick was still wet when he answered the door.” Then she smiled seductively and said, “I could smell you on my fingers.”

“Well, fuck,” Megan said, just about summing up everything.

“Okay,” the girl grinned and plopped down on the couch next to Megan. She turned to her with a sunny smile and asked, “Do you wanna do Jack again, or Rain?”

Megan was stunned, to say the least. She looked over at Rain to see the older boy gently squeezing his penis, which she thought was starting to respond.

“Don’t worry, Aunt Megan,” Jack said. “They won’t tell. I promise.”

“Jack…” Megan said in a low, warning voice.

“We really won’t,” April said, leaning close. “We’ve done stuff with grown-ups before.”

“You have?” Megan asked, somehow no longer surprised.

The girl nodded and gave her a sly smile. “Do you like girls?” she asked as she placed a hand on Megan’s thigh. “You’re really pretty.”

“Uh… you’re very pretty, too,” Megan allowed, “but-” Megan got no further as the little girl slid her hand upward and her fingers lightly petted Megan’s swollen lips.

“You’re so wet already,” April said in a low voice. Then Megan gave a little gasp as she felt delicate fingers gently spread her open and slide into her.

In all the time Megan was dating boyish looking women, she had never once thought about being with a girl, but here was this adorable little preteen thing gently fingering her and she found herself looking at April in a new light.

“Boys are great for fucking,” April said, “but they aren’t nearly as good at eating pussy as a girl.”

“I am,” Jack protested.

April turned to the boy with a considering look and then grinned and said, “Okay, most boys.” Jack grinned proudly.

With that, April slid off the couch and crouched neatly between Megan’s legs. Her hands stroked Megan’s thighs while looking up at her for permission it seemed.

Megan sighed. “In for a penny.”

April’s face screwed up in confusion. “Huh?”

Megan explained, “I mean that I’ve already fucked my eleven-year-old nephew, and some random, giant-dicked kid, so I guess adding a brother and sister to my list of charges isn’t going to make a whole lot of difference.”

“Does that mean I can eat your pussy?” the girl asked.

Megan chuckled. “Sweetie, be my guest.” Then she leaned back and spread her legs wider, so overwhelmed by what was happening that her only option was to just ride the wave.

April wasted no time at all. She went right for Megan’s clit, and already turned on with her time with Jack, Megan went from zero to sixty in about three point two seconds.

“Fuck,” Megan said with a shuddering sigh, her hands reaching down to lightly play with the girl’s pigtails. Pigtails. Megan couldn’t believe she was getting her pussy eaten by someone with pigtails.

Megan looked up to find the two boys just standing there looking at them. The boy, Rain, apparently did not have Shane’s penis magic. He was standing up stiffly. It was thick. Thicker than Shane’s even, but probably no more than three inches long. It looked sort of like a fireplug, almost as thick as it was long.

April had apparently sensed her inattention to her eager pussy licking, and she looked up and then back. “Jack, put it in me, okay?”

The boy wonder didn’t require convincing. He hurried over and then lifted the end of the coffee table and moved it aside so he could kneel down behind April, who went to her knees in anticipation. Megan watched as Jack pushed his dick down with his thumb, then leaned a bit to the left, lining up his target. April meanwhile went back to licking and sucking at Megan’s pussy.

Megan knew the exact moment Jack’s cock slid into the little girl’s pussy, because April lifted her head with a moan and an almost pained look in her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut. She sighed and opened her eyes with a smile. Over her shoulder she said, “That’s really nice.” Then the girl turned her gaze up to Megan and asked, “Isn’t Jack’s dick great?”

“Yes, it is,” Megan had to say.

April grinned. “I bet he made you cum like crazy. Jack loves to fuck.”

Megan couldn’t help but laugh. “I think you saved me from him. He was trying to fuck me to death.”

April laughed. “You’re funny,” she said, and then her mouth was back on Megan’s pussy.

Megan looked over and saw Rain standing there all alone with his fat erection. She caught his eye and crooked her finger at him. “You look so lonely over there,” she said.

Rain grinned and came over and sat where his sister had sat before. Megan twisted a bit so she could see the boy better. He was just a tiny bit shorter than she was, but his body was still a slim boy’s body. “Hi,” she said with a smile.

Rain gave her a shy smile in return. “Hey.”

“Heck of a way to meet,” Megan joked.

Rain grinned appreciatively. “You’re really pretty.”

“Thank you,” she said. “You’re rather cute yourself. Maybe you could kneel up so I can get a closer look at you. If you don’t mind, that is.”

“I don’t mind,” Rain said a bit eagerly, quickly going to his knees.

This close, Megan could see the red highlights in the boy’s little pubic bush. It rose no more than an inch from the base of his thick little cock and stretched about two inches across, curving with the curve of the root of his dick. The boy’s cock really was surprisingly thick. Perhaps nearly as thick as Richie’s had been, but she thought that it was likely a smidge on the wrong side of three inches. He was cut, and the pink glans was oddly small in relation to the thick shaft, not flaring out at all and instead rounding off quickly.

Rain was looking down at her as she examined his erection. “It’s not very big,” he said almost apologetically.

“Looks pretty big to me,” she said, looking up at him with a grin, then shuddering from what the girl was doing between her legs.

“Yeah, but not long,” he said.

“I doubt anyone cares,” Megan said. Then, “How old are you, Rain?”

“Fourteen,” he said. “April’s eleven.”

“And a half!” April said, taking a break from the wonderful things she was doing between Megan’s legs. The girl had been right. Females just knew how to take care of a pussy.

Megan shuddered and opened her eyes to find Rain smiling at her. “April loves eating girls out,”

he informed her.

“And fucking,” Jack said enthusiastically, and Megan turned to see the boy slowly sliding himself in and out of the girl’s no doubt tiny pussy.

“Yeah, she loves to fuck, too. She makes me do it like five times a day.”

“Yeah, I make you,” the girl said sardonically. “I wasn’t even awake this morning and you were sticking it in me.”

“That was yesterday,” Rain said. “This morning you were fucking Brady.”

The girl looked up from Megan’s pussy, her face wet and said, “Oh yeah. You’re right.” Then she went right back to work between Megan’s legs.

“And who’s Brady?” Megan asked curiously.

“Our little brother,” Rain said. “He’s even hornier than April.”

“He’s got a big dick for a nine-year-old,” Jack said.

Megan just let all this wash over her. Brothers and sisters fucking. Nine-year-old boys apparently fucking. For a moment, Megan imagined Jack with a nine-year-old boy and she felt herself going. Her head went back into the cushions while she whined and shook.

Megan finally opened her eyes when she felt April pushing herself up with her hands on Megan’s thighs. Jack was kneeling there with a wet and throbbing dick. April said, “I made her cum. Your turn.”

She was apparently talking to her brother, because Rain eagerly slid off the couch and moved to his knees between Megan’s legs. Apparently she was going to fuck Rain now. Megan shrugged at the absurdity of it all.

“You’ll like Rain’s dick,” April promised, reaching out to gently squeeze Megan’s nipple.

Rain didn’t bother asking Megan if he could fuck her, and Megan didn’t bother stopping him. She just gasped as she felt that fat little cock spread her open and a moment later he was all the way inside her. He began to fuck her with short, powerful thrusts. Of course, short thrusts was all he was going to manage, but Megan didn’t care; there was another young boy fucking her.

“That…” Megan gasped, then bit her lip and wrapped her legs around Rain’s slim hips. “Fuck. That is one fat little cock.”

“Told you,” April said. Then she moved her ass to the edge of the sofa like Megan’s was and dipped a hand down between her own legs. Megan watched her spread those tiny pink petals, which were glistening with wetness. “Fuck me again, Jack.”

Then Megan got to watch while her eleven-year-old nephew slid his gorgeous four-inch cock into the tight little hole between the girl’s legs. Megan wasn’t sure what it was about the sight, but it sent her off again and she gasped and tightened her legs around Rain, who took that as a cue to fuck her faster and harder.

“I’m gonna…!” the boy gasped, and then Rain jammed himself forward once more and Megan felt him coating the walls of her pussy with his hot teen juice.

“Uhhh, squirt it, baby!” she moaned, cumming again. “Fill my pussy up!”

Seconds later, Rain leaned back, breathing hard, his fat little cock shining and dripping with oozing cum. Then April cheerily cried, “Switch!”

Rain grinned and Jack said, “Yeah!”

The boys quickly changed places and once again, Megan’s pussy was invaded by her nephew’s cock. Jack began to fuck her quickly, those fast little rabbit thrusts that drove her crazy. As her body rocked from the preteen’s assault, Megan watched as Rain slid that stubby cock of his into his sister’s pussy, watched as the girl’s swollen outer lips were pushed out to make room for it. As if he hadn’t just cum less than a minute before, Rain began to fuck his little sister with the same speed and force that Jack was giving to Megan.

Megan was biting her lip, her face tight with pleasure. Her eyes were going back and forth between Jack’s pistoning little dick and Rain’s pounding, stubby cock. She noticed April looking up at her, and when the girl saw her attention, she grinned and said, “Aren’t dicks great?”

Megan laughed, a laugh that turned into a moan as Jack bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. “So great,” she gasped.

April gave the woman a speculative look, her own face wincing with pleasure as her big brother continued to pound her tiny pussy with his fat cock. “Did you ever fuck other boys?”

“Not before yesterday,” Megan admitted.

“She’s a teacher,” Jack said helpfully, releasing her wet, swollen nipple for a moment, then giving it a quick flick of his tongue afterwards.

“What grade?” April asked, interested.

“Sixth,” Megan said. “I teach sixth-grade English.”

“I like English,” April said as she wrapped her legs around her brother’s waist. “There must be some cute boys in your classes.”

“She thinks about fucking and sucking them all day,” Jack said with a laugh.

“You should do it,” April said. “You’re really pretty. I bet they’d love to fuck you.”

Which of course got Megan thinking once again of being fucked by some of the cute boys she’d taught, the fantasy so much more intense given the hot little four-inch cock currently invading her throbbing pussy.

“You’re giving away all my secrets, Jacky,” Megan said in a strained voice.

“She gives really good blowjobs, too,” Jack grinned.

Megan laughed, delighted with the insanity of it all. Getting fucked by her eleven-year-old nephew who was telling an eleven-year-old girl and the fourteen-year-old brother who was fucking her beside them about her skill in sucking a little boy’s dick. Part of her knew that this was all going to end in disaster, which made her want to enjoy it while she could and also lent all her thoughts and actions a slightly manic air.

“April!” Rain gasped. “Gonna… ungh!”

Megan watched as the young teen pulled backward, causing that little fireplug of a cock to spring upward, where it bucked and sprayed three quick streamers of slightly cloudy jizz which coated his sister’s belly. Apparently that set Jack off, and the boy pressed into her hard and desperate, shaking and grunting while Megan felt his slender little cock jerking inside her.

Megan held Jack against her tightly, her pussy convulsing as his sweaty little body shook. She slicked her hands down over his athletic ass, pulling him against her, feeling him shift inside. Even after everything, the eleven-year-old’s cock showed no signs of wilting.

“Well, we better go,” April said. Megan watched as Rain stood, a thin droplet of cum sliding down his short, fat shaft, which continued to strain upward. The fact that the boy was about to leave, to walk around the complex with his thick little cock standing up for all to see shot another shiver through Megan.

Jack pulled away from Megan and stood, his own little erection glistening in the sunlight streaming through the windows. “Bye, you guys,” Jack said.

April walked up and kissed Jack soundly, reaching down to squeeze his cock, and Megan felt a surge of possessiveness. “It was nice meeting you, Megan,” April said.

Meeting, Megan thought with amusement. “You too,” she smiled. She didn’t feel the need to warn them about keeping her secret. She felt sure the siblings wouldn’t talk, although she had no reason to think that.

Jack saw the boy and girl out and then came back to her smiling, his dick still standing up. “Wanna do it again?” the boy asked hopefully.

Megan laughed tiredly. “No!” she smiled. “It’s almost two and you’ve about fucked me raw. Your mom and Shane are going to be home soon and we should wash off the smell of all this sex.”

“Your pussy, you mean,” Jack said with a grin.

“Yes, Jack, the smell of my pussy off your cute little cock,” she said, reaching out to gently tweak the boy’s erection.

Jack agreed to the shower, but of course insisted on taking his with her, which of course turned into her sitting on the bench in a cloud of steam while Jack worked himself into another grunting little cum between her legs.

Megan was firm afterwards about avoiding any sex play, much to Jack’s temporary disappointment, which was quickly alleviated by pulling up a Marvel movie on the Disney channel. Megan was amazed to see that the boy’s indefatigable penis remained erect, even as the Avengers were saving the world. She began to worry what her sister might think if she came home and saw it, and realized ruefully that Nicole would likely be more suspicious if the boy’s dick wasn’t hard.

The fate of the Earth remained up in the air, as the movie was interrupted when Shane and his mother arrived home laden with shopping bags. Megan was amused to see that Shane’s shirt was already off, the boy was so eager to get out of his clothes. Jack gave her a secretive grin as he followed his brother up the stairs.

“Was he a complete monster?” Nicole asked as she came into the living room where Megan was sitting on the sofa.

“He was an angel,” Megan said.

Nicole laughed. “He obviously has you fooled,” her sister joked. “All part of his evil plan to conquer the world.”

Megan was left alone after that, as her sister went up to change. Or rather to get undressed. She was back in a couple of minutes, gloriously nude of course, and Megan felt that old flash of jealousy in viewing her sister’s perfect body.

“Oh my lord,” Nicole said as she joined Megan on the couch. “He’s had you watching superheroes? I’ll bet he’s seen that movie thirty times, no exaggeration.” She turned the channel, putting on The Great British Baking Show. Then, without looking at her, Nicole asked, “So, is that all you guys did all day? Watch superheroes?”

Megan felt herself freeze. Was there an undercurrent in her sister’s tone? “Oh, we had lunch and talked,” Megan said with as much casualness as she could force into her voice. “He had a couple of friends come over and they played together for awhile.”

“Oh? What friends?” Nicole asked, turning to her.

“April and Rain,” Megan said.

Nicole laughed. “Those names,” she shook her head. “They’re nice kids. So… they played upstairs?”

“Some,” Megan lied, wondering what she should say. Wondering what Nicole would want to hear. Eager to change the subject, she said, “That boy brought you a dish, too. Richie.”

“Richie? The winner of the Kentucky Derby, Richie?” Nicole asked.

Megan couldn’t help a laugh, which petered out a bit at the end as she remembered the thirteen-year-old’s massive cock inside her. “That’s the one,” she said.

“And did they play up in Jacky’s room?” Nicole asked slyly, turning and placing a friendly hand on Megan’s knee. Megan couldn’t help a blush, which caused her sister to grin. “Did they have satisfied looks on their faces when they came down? Was Jacky walking funny?”

“Nic!” Megan asked, blushing harder but unable to stop a grin.

“Going to have to have that boy sleep over some night. Maybe I can catch them at it.”

“You’re awful,” Megan said, but the thought sent a twinge through her pussy.

Megan’s pussy got another twinge a few minutes later when the boys came downstairs. Megan knew instantly that Jack had told his older brother what the two of them had done that afternoon. She could see the knowledge in the thirteen-year-old’s eyes. Megan was sitting in the corner of the sofa, her left leg folded under her and her right bent with her foot up on the cushion. She wasn’t even sure why she did it, but she moved her leg to the right, spreading herself open to Shane’s gaze, only belatedly looking over at her sister to see if she’d noticed. She didn’t seem to have seen that, but she certainly noticed when Shane’s cock instantly stiffened to steely hardness.

“Boys,” Nicole said sardonically after a glance over at her son’s throbbing erection. “Only a thirteen-year-old boy could get a hard-on watching British people making pies.”

End of chapter six.

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Sibling Rivalry – Chapter Five

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 5

“AUNT MEGAN!”

Megan was jolted awake just in time to see two fleshy torpedoes fly through the air to impact on either side of her, bouncing her up a foot off the bed. Jack grinned up at her cheekily from her right side, while Shane gave her a shyer, but no less pleased smile from her left.

“We called your name like three times but you didn’t hear us,” the dark-haired boy explained.

“So we had to dive bomb you,” Jack added, clear from his tone that the boys had sadly had no choice in the matter.

“No sleeping in around these parts,” Nicole said, leaning casually in the doorway, her arms crossed underneath her large breasts, smiling.

“We’re going to go get pancakes!” Jack said excitedly.

“We already took showers,” Shane said, and as he mentioned it, Megan was able to smell the scent of clean boys. “You gotta hurry so you can come with.”

“Yeah, hurry up, Sleeping Beauty,” Nicole laughed. Then, “You guys leave your Aunt Megan alone and go get dressed.”

“I don’t have to,” Jack said.

“Well, Shane does,” Nicole answered. “You can stay your cute little naked self. Now go!”

The boys were off like a shot, with Nicole laughing and trying to keep from being stampeded. She turned to watch them and then turned back to Megan with a smile. “Like a herd of buffalo,” she grinned. “I thought we could all go to breakfast. Shane has a doctor’s appointment and I promised him game and clothes shopping afterwards. You won’t mind watching Jack, I hope?”

“Of course not,” Megan said, tiny tingles shivering through her as she studied her sister’s words for hidden meaning. Stupid, she knew. If Nicole knew about what had happened with Jack they’d likely be going to the police rather than for pancakes. She certainly wouldn’t be leaving her alone with the boy.

“Then up!” Nicole laughed. “I swear, I’m going to give up law for cat wrangling. Get ready while I try to herd my hellions.”

Megan showered quickly, thankful to wash the stink of preteen sex off her body before her sister noticed. Jack said he had no need to dress, and neither, apparently, did Megan. They were eating at the clubhouse on the property, which she was told served a nice breakfast. So she and Jack ate nude except for sneakers, while Shane and Nicole, who would be leaving directly afterward, were dressed for the outside world. Megan marveled again at how nudity had become her new normal so quickly.

As Megan chewed thoughtfully on a slice of crispy bacon, she kept finding her eyes roaming. Not only to Jack, but to the three other boys in the clubhouse who were cute enough, and in the right age range, to attract her attention. One of the boys was the beautiful blond she’d seen that first day at the pool. He had long, wavy hair, down past his shoulders. He was tanned of course, with sparkling blue eyes, a ready white smile, and a hairless four-inch cock that was once again fully at attention as he stood at the breakfast buffet filling a plate with what looked to be his younger brother, a curly-haired moppet of about seven.

“…maybe four,” Megan heard, and she turned guiltily to her sister, who was looking at her expectantly.

“Hmm?” she inquired.

Nicole turned to look over her shoulder and then turned back with a smile to Megan, who blushed and looked down at her eggs. “I said I hope you and Jack can find something to occupy yourselves, as we probably won’t get home till about three or four.”

The thought of occupying herself with Jack just made Megan blush even more and she muttered, “I’m sure we’ll be fine,” as she stuffed more bacon into her mouth.

After breakfast they all said their goodbyes and Shane and Nicole got into her car while Megan and Jack headed back home. They weren’t even halfway back before Megan noticed that Jack was sporting an erection.

“Is that for me?” she teased.

“Is what?” Jack asked.

She gave him a pointed look and he got a sly grin. “Do you want it?”

She stopped and leaned down, putting her mouth right next to his ear and she whispered, “I want to suck that sweet cock into my mouth, and drink your cum, and then feel it in my wet pussy.”

As she leaned back from him, he was looking at her with a slightly awed look and said breathlessly, “Dang, Aunt Megan, you’re gonna make me bust right here.”

She grinned. “You realize you’re jacking off in the middle of the parking lot, don’t you?”

Jack blushed and dropped his hand, looking around guiltily. “You’re not supposed to do it outside,” he said, watching a couple of twenty-something girls who were giving him amused looks.

They began to hurry as they got closer to the door, each giggling and then laughing outright as they broke into a run, racing each other the last few feet. Jack won by dint of his youth and lack of embarrassment over having certain body parts jiggling wildly.

“You cheated,” she accused as she opened the door and ushered him past her.

“How?” he scoffed.

As she shut the door she said, “You distracted me with your boner.”

Jack giggled and turned to her, reaching up to wrap his skinny arms around her neck as he got up on his tiptoes and tilted his head back for a kiss. Megan eagerly returned the hug and pressed her lips to his, accepting his darting tongue as she reached down and wrapped a hand around his jutting erection.

They kissed for nearly a minute as Megan ran her hand up and down on Jack’s silky little boner, then they broke apart, each breathing heavily. Jack bit his lower lip and looked up at her with shining eyes. “Will you suck it?”

“I can’t wait that long,” she said hoarsely. She walked a few feet to a square gray ottoman in the living room, and dropped to her knees and lay her body against it, gripping it on either side. Then she looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass invitingly. “Give it to me, Jacky.”

The eleven-year-old’s eyes widened and he grinned in anticipation as he rushed to her, dropping to his knees and immediately fitting his cock into her from behind. “You’re so wet,” Jack breathed.

Megan sighed in relief as she felt the slim cock slide into her, filling that aching emptiness that she’d been feeling all morning. Her pussy had become a home to Jack’s pubescent dick, and yearned for it when it was away.

Megan didn’t have to urge Jack now. The boy knew what she wanted, and he gripped her hips and began to gently fuck her, giving her all four inches of his incredible young cock. After a few languid strokes, just when Megan was getting into the groove of his rhythm, Jack slammed his hips into her, making her gasp.

“Does that feel good?” Jack asked, returning to the slow and steady strokes.

“So good,” Megan agreed, then gave a little squeal of pleasure as the boy slammed himself into her again.

“I like fucking you,” Jack told her.

“Mmmm, and I like being fucked by you,” Megan told him.

“Am I good at it?” he asked.

“The best I ever had,” she said honestly, the gasped as he once again surprised her with a powerful thrust.

“You like my dick, huh?” Megan could hear the pride in his voice.

“Jacky, baby,” she said, “I love your dick. It’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever had in me.”

“In your pussy,” Jack said, slamming her again.

“Mmmm, fucking my pussy,” she agreed. She grunted as he gave her another sharp slam of his hips. “Just like that baby,” she urged. “Fuck me hard!”

The boy needed no further urging, and he began to fuck her like a pile driver, using his hips to pull himself forward, delivering body-shaking strokes that left her shaking and breathless, glad she was on her stomach, as she wasn’t sure she could have supported herself otherwise.

Megan’s pussy was throbbing. It was beginning to contract, tightening down around Jack’s driving cock, her orgasm just spilling over, when the doorbell rang.

Megan gasped, and Jack stilled, but it was too late for Megan, who began to shake as she climaxed, her pussy milking Jack’s buried preteen cock. She was about to tell him to be quiet, and that they’d go away, when he pulled out of her, his dick leaving that aching void once again. She turned and stared at his cock, glistening with her juices.

“Uh… maybe you shouldn’t be layin’ like that,” Jack said, chewing the inside of his cheek and staring between her legs. He met her eyes. “You know… with your pussy all hanging out and stuff.”

“I… you’re right,” she said, then chuckled as she tried to rise to her feet, realizing how weak her knees were after that intense fucking. “Just… get rid of whoever it is and come to my room, okay?”

“Okay,” Jack smiled. He went to the door, but then stopped with his hand on the handle. He quickly scooted to the entryway table which was covered with a cloth runner. On his tiptoes, he used the end of it to wipe at his dick. Then he turned and grinned as she headed up the stairs.

Megan reached the top of the stairs as she heard the door open. There was a faint voice and then Jack said, “Hey, Richie!”

Richie, she thought. RichieWhere do I know… ohhh, Richie.

As she entered her room, she could hear the boys’ voices, but not what they were saying. Apparently Jack hadn’t gotten rid of Richie as she’d asked. Intrigued, Megan returned to the top of the stairs, unseen, but able to hear everything.

“…your mom I’d bring it over,” Richie was saying. “So… anyway, here it is.”

“Cool,” Jack said. “She’s not home though.”

“That’s okay. Should I put it in the kitchen?”

“Yeah,” Jack answered, and Megan heard them moving away. “You want a Coke?”

“You got Mountain Dew?”

“’Course.”

The boys’ voices faded a bit then as they drifted toward the kitchen. Megan wasn’t sure why she was hesitating to either go to her room or go say hi to the new boy and maybe try to hurry his departure so she could get Jack’s amazing little dick back inside her. Some sixth sense told her to just hold her position and wait.

“… boner,” Megan heard Richie saying as their voices grew closer a couple of minutes later.

Jack giggled. “Not like you haven’t seen it before.”

“I just never knew anybody who gets boners as much as you,” Richie said.

“I’m oversexed.”

“Does that mean you get it too much or think about it too much?”

“Both?” Jack said. Then, “See?”

“Gonna get a boner too if you keep doing that,” Richie said, and there was something in the tone of his voice that reminded Megan she’d just been fucking minutes earlier.

“What if I do this?” Jack asked.

“Definitely gonna get a boner,” Richie breathed.

Megan couldn’t help it. She crept silently down the stairs, then crouched about halfway down so that she could get a view down into the living room. She saw Richie standing there, his back to her, but not squarely. Jack knelt in front of the other boy, and there was no doubt what he was doing. She couldn’t see Richie’s monster cock, but Jack had just enough of an angle that he was able to spot her. His right hand snaked into view down around the other boy’s right knee and he gave her a jaunty wave. Megan almost snorted with laughter. The cheek.

“You like the way I suck your dick?” Jack asked.

“I guess,” Richie said.

“You guess?”

“I mean… yeah, you suck good. Just don’t be… gay about it.”

Jack laughed. “Yeah, ’cause suckin’ your dick isn’t gay at all.”

“Geez, you know what I mean.”

“Just for that, you can suck mine now,” Jack said, standing up and then sitting down on the ottoman Megan had so recently been bent over. She could see the way her nephew’s little cock was standing up between his legs. As Richie knelt down in front of him, Jack said, “Just try not to be gay about it.”

“Shut up,” Richie laughed, and then Megan saw him lean forward and take Jack’s cock into his mouth.

Then he immediately sat back and asked, “Who have you been screwing?”

“Huh?” Jack asked.

“Your dick tastes like pussy,” Richie said. “Did you fuck your mom?”

“Shut up!” Jack said, shooting Megan a look.

“She’s hot,” Richie said, then went back to sucking Jack’s dick.

Reminiscent of the shower the night before, Jack grinned at her as the other boy blew him. This went on for about three minutes, with Jack making faces at her and obscene gestures over Richie’s bobbing auburn-haired head. Megan retaliated by moving down the stairs enough for her nephew to watch as she lewdly fingered her pussy.

Jack gestured for her to move back, and once she had, she heard him say, “I wanna do yours now.”

Megan waited. She had the idea that Jack would give her a signal to tell her when it was safe to look. She realized the boy liked shocking her. He was also a showoff.

After a few seconds she heard Jack say, “Sit that way.”

“Why?”

“It’s easier ’cause there’s a corner.”

“Whatever.”

“Yeah, that’s good,” Jack said, and Megan guessed that was her signal.

She cautiously peeked downstairs and saw that Richie was now on the ottoman, but he was at more of an angle, so that she could see him, but he likely wouldn’t see her. And see him she did. Jack was kneeling before the other boy, both his hands wrapped around the massive cock that was jutting up from a tiny bush of copper-colored hairs. Jack had three or four inches of the monster in his mouth, and he was carefully bobbing his head up and down on it, his lips stretched tight.

As with Shane’s slightly larger than average penis, at least for his size and age, Richie’s porn star cock really wasn’t an attraction for her, but there was certainly something alluring about such a giant penis on such a young boy. There was also the completely wicked experience of watching her little eleven-year-old lover swallowing the beast, and apparently very much enjoying it.

Megan slid down the stairway enough so that she could sit and still see the scene below. She spread her legs for Jack, putting her hand between them, petting herself while her nephew moaned around Richie’s cock. The eleven-year-old took it out of his mouth, tongue sensually tracing lines up and down the shaft, then lifted those big balls in his palm and sucked lightly at the hairless scrotum. Tilting the cock to the side, he pressed his pink lips against it, then began to slide his mouth back and forth, up and down, paying special attention to the older boy’s frenulum, which had the older boy arching his back each time Jack attacked it.

Suddenly, Jack leaned back on his heels and said, in a strained voice, “Lean back.”

Richie moved his butt to the very edge of the ottoman and reclined to his back. “Are you gonna do it?” he asked softly.

“Yeah,” Jack said, rising to his feet, his dick of course sticking straight up.

Then Megan watched amazed as Jack lifted his foot up to the ottoman and spit in his hand. He reached the hand behind him, and the woman knew he was using the saliva to ease his finger, or maybe fingers, into his rectum. Megan hoped it was plural if Jack hoped to take Richie’s horse-cock in his ass. She’d heard her sister joke about this, but she hadn’t really believed it was true. She felt a thrill of excitement from what she was about to witness. Boy on boy sex. A fantasy come true. Of course she’d always imagined two boys hung like Jack was, or maybe even younger… and a vision of Jack with a boy of nine or ten flitted through her mind. She shivered.

Jack got up onto the ottoman, balancing himself briefly against Richie’s chest as he got into position, squatting over the auburn-haired boy. “You do it,” Jack said as he spread his hands on Richie’s chest. The thirteen-year-old reached down and gripped his massive cock, lifting it upright and maneuvering it into position as Jack wiggled his ass around, also seeking his target.

“Right there,” Richie said, and Jack’s slowly swirling hips stilled.

“Hold it,” Jack said, voice strained a bit.

Megan watched as Jack’s face twisted in concentration. She could see the strain in the corner of his eyes, in the set of his jaw. Then his eyes flew wide and he let out an explosive sigh.

“The head’s in,” Richie said.

Jack laughed and then winced. He took a shuddering breath and said, “Yeah, I kinda figured that out.”

“Sorry,” Richie said.

“You can let go,” Jack said, and Richie moved his hands to Jack’s knees.

Still balancing himself on Richie’s chest, Jack’s thighs trembled as he began to slowly lower himself. Megan guessed the boy took maybe three inches before he rose up a bit. “It feels bigger,” Jack said, voice strained.

“Man, I hope not,” Richie said wryly.

Jack giggled. “What a weird problem to have.”

“You try fitting into skinny jeans with this thing. It’s embarrassing.”

“Yeah, I guess. Sorry.”

Richie shrugged. “It’s okay. I’m used to it I guess. Are… you gonna be able to do it? Cuz I… you know… really need to cum.”

“Uh-huh,” Jack nodded, tongue in the corner of his mouth as he squeezed one eye shut and lowered himself again. Lower and lower, his knees beginning to wiggle and then he gasped and rose back up. “I need more spit,” he said.

Richie dribbled a puddle of saliva into his palm, then reached underneath Jack to spread it up and down the length of his cock. Jack, sitting at the top with just the fat head inside him, waited.

“Okay,” Richie said.

“’K,” Jack said, and he glanced up at Megan and gave her a fast grin, which twisted a bit as he lowered himself again. “Fuck,” he muttered as he went down and down. “Mmmm, fuck, fuck. So fuckin’… fuck! Big!” Then he let out one more explosive sigh as he reached the bottom, and crouched there panting a bit.

Richie rose up a bit, giving a thrust and Jack stiffened with a yelp. “Wait a sec!”

“Sorry, sorry,” the boy muttered. “I didn’t mean to. Sorry.”

“Just… let me get used to it,” Jack said, and then he very carefully began to circle his hips around. He lifted a couple of inches and then lowered himself again.

“Hey, uh, who was that lady with your mom yesterday?”

Jack shot Megan a look and grinned. Then he bit his lower lip and tried another thrust, lifting himself about halfway up Richie’s massive teen cock before lowering himself. “That was my Aunt…” another thrust, “… Megan.” He grinned at her again.

“She was hot,” Richie said. “Man, that feels really good.”

“Yeah,” Jack grunted. Another thrust. “She’s really hot.”

“I saw her checking out my dick,” Richie said, voiced a bit strained as Jack began to work himself up and down in a slow but steady rhythm.

“Everybody checks out your dick,” Jack joked, once again grinning her way.

Richie reached between Jack’s legs and pinched his little pink acorn, which was drooping a bit. He began to jack it lightly. “She was wearing sunglasses, but I could tell,” Richie said. “Can you go faster?” he gasped. “I’m getting’ close.”

“Uhhhn, sit up,” Jack gasped. “Wait! Slow,” he said as Richie started to sit.

Once Richie was sitting up, Jack lowered himself so that his calves and knees were resting on either side of the older boy. He put his hands on Richie’s shoulders and then began to work himself up and down again, faster this time.

Megan watched all this with a growing sense of excitement. She’d cum twice already, shaking on the stairwell as she fingered herself, her juices running down to leave a tiny, but growing puddle on the wooden riser. She’d had every intention once she realized what Jack was up to to sit quietly on the stairs and enjoy the spectacle. That had been her intention. However, the longer she watched, hearing the little boys below her gasp and moan as they fucked one another, the more she felt a growing compulsion to participate. That was crazy, she knew. Sure, she was fucking her eleven-year-old nephew, and she was surely going to burn for it, but Richie was a stranger. To involve herself with him would be the height of folly. She couldn’t imagine anything more stupid. That’s what she kept telling herself as she made her way down the stairs.

Jack was lost in the carnal rhythm of raising and lowering himself on the huge cock in his ass, so it took him a few moments to notice that Megan was making her way downstairs. His eyes grew wide as he saw her, but he didn’t stop fucking, just gave Richie an odd look and then looked back to his aunt, obviously curious as to what was about to happen.

“You boys woke me from a perfectly nice nap,” Megan said, and Richie gasped and twisted to stare at her, obviously unsure of what to do.

“Sorry, Aunt Megan,” Jack said, playing along. He continued to bounce up and down on Richie’s cock.

Megan stopped by the boys, looking down at them, the smell of them hot and vulgar in her nose. She played dumb and said, “Hmm… Richie, right?”

“Uhhm… yes, ma’am?” he said, and then shot an annoyed look at Jack who just continued to happily bounce up and down on his cock.

“Ohhhh, I remember now,” she said. “You’re the boy with the… hmm.” And she grinned. “And you’re taking all of that, Jacky?”

“Yeah, it’s huge!” Jack grinned, grunting as he worked himself even quicker up and down.

Richie gave a gurgling cry and he clutched Jack around his hips, trying to slow him. “Jack!” he gasped.

“Oh! Are you gonna squirt?” Jack asked.

“I…” and the boy looked up at Megan, stricken.

“Poor baby,” Megan said, placing a gentle hand on the boy’s downy cheek. “Is my Jacky going to make that big cock of yours explode?”

Jack was panting. He’d fought through Richie’s weak grip and he was riding the boy’s giant prick hard and fast. Richie’s face twisted and he nodded in answer to Megan’s question.

“You’re going to make him cum, Jacky.”

Jack turned to look at her and stilled for a moment. “You wanna see?” he asked, excited. Then he carefully lifted himself, giving Megan her first real look at the boy’s massive member. It was red and swollen, probably six-and-half inches in circumference, with an even wider head. It jutted obscenely up from his crotch about eight inches and change and at the base was just a little, sweaty tuft of auburn curls. Down below, lying between his thighs, were two hen-sized eggs in a fleshy, hairless sac. Jack quickly knelt down where he’d been before and took that impressive teen cock in both hands, stroking it up and down. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips against the boy’s frenulum, just like Megan had done with Shane.

Megan stared at that thick cockhead, purple and swollen, leaking a steady stream of precum. It was a huge, aggressive looking cock. The kind of thing that would normally turn her off completely. Yet, somehow, being attached to the handsome auburn-haired beauty, looking so embarrassed to be close to climaxing in front of a strange woman, it became somehow alluring. She found herself kneeling.

Megan watched Jack’s sliding fists for a few moments. He was looking at her, grinning, and she looked up into Richie’s sweet face. “Did you like fucking my nephew?” she asked him.

The boy bit his lip and then nodded.

Megan looked into the boy’s lap, and then her hand was reaching out. Jack, seeing her, released the boy’s cock, and Megan took it in her hand. She was amazed to discover that she couldn’t even wrap her fingers around it. She found Richie staring at her nervously and she smiled.

“How on earth did you get this thing in your sweet little ass, Jacky?” she asked, slowly sliding her fist up and down the boy’s length. She’d never touched a cock as big as this one, and the fact that it was attached to a thirteen-year-old boy was mind-boggling.

“I just keep sitting until it’s all the way in,” Jack said with a shrug.

“That’s it, hmm? Just keep sitting?” He nodded. “Well, that sounds easy enough,” she said, and then she rose, and pushed on Richie’s chest.

The boy fell back, surprised, and though her mind was screaming at her to stop, she quickly got up on the ottoman, fisted the boy’s giant cock, and pressed the fat crown against her entrance. She looked down at him, and he looked up at her with wide blue eyes. “Do you think I should just sit on it until it’s all the way in?”

“… yeah,” the boy croaked.

“You’re gonna fuck him, Aunt Megan?” Jack asked, kneeling beside them, absently stroking his little cock.

“Is that okay?” she asked.

“Yeah!” Jack grinned. “You’ll like it. It’s ginormous.”

“It certainly is,” she agreed, and then she grunted as she sank down on it. The fat purple head forced its way into her vagina, spreading her like she’d never been spread. That’s when Richie grunted and she felt the hot spray of semen pumping into her and then immediately dripping out of her to run down the boy’s thick shaft. She reached down, collecting some of it. It wasn’t as thick and white as it no doubt soon would be, but it was a bit thicker and a bit cloudier than Shane’s and certainly Jack’s.

“I’m sorry,” Richie muttered, looking mortified.

Megan lifted up and sat back, reaching out to grip the thick tool, squeezing the head and watching it ooze more boyish jizz. “That’s okay,” she smiled. “It means you like me.”

The boy grinned. Then Jack swooped in and took the plum-sized crown into his mouth. Richie gasped and then Jack released him and licked his way down the shaft, collecting all the dripping cum. He leaned back with a smile, licking his lips and found both Megan and Richie looking at him.

The boy shrugged. “Didn’t want it to go to waste.”

Taking Richie’s cock back in her hand, she was pleased to find it just as hard as it had been. “I think there’s plenty more,” she said, and then once again she raised herself above him and sank herself around the boy’s swollen knob.

“Are you good?” she asked him. “You still want this?”

“Yeah,” he said, eyes shining with eagerness.

That was all she needed. She put a hand between her legs, spreading her lips apart as if that would somehow make it easier to fit the thirteen-year-old’s horse-cock into her cunt. She twirled her hips, corkscrewing her way back and forth down the thick shaft, gasping as it filled her. When she didn’t think she could take anymore, the boy’s cock just kept going. She felt her thighs trembling as she sank down on it and then froze as it hit her cervix. She knew what it was. She’d hit it a few times in the past with a vibrator, back when she used a larger one, but she’d never had a cock reach that deep. Slowly, feeling the building pressure, she lowered herself further, taking another inch of Richie’s towering cock, but then she nervously stopped.

Megan felt like a Thanksgiving turkey, stuffed and cooked. Richie’s cock fully erect must have been three inches thick, and the girth was nearly painful, but it also filled her in a way she’d never experienced. She could honestly say that she still preferred Jack’s slim little dick, but she also couldn’t deny there was something a bit thrilling about being filled nearly to the point of pain. Especially by a cute young boy.

Placing her hands on Richie’s thin chest, just as Jack had before her, she raised herself, feeling that massive cock moving against all the sensitive tissue inside her. When just the bulbous head remained, she lowered herself, once again pausing as he bumped into her cervix. Determined, she pushed down, feeling mounting pressure, and then Richie’s cock shifted inside her and her eyes went wide. She had no idea where the little boy’s giant cock had gone, but it was into a place she’d never felt before, and she felt her whole body tense and thrum. Megan groaned and circled her hips, feeling that fat helmet sliding around in that space, making her heart race as warmth flowed through her. Glancing down, she realized that the lips of her pussy were smashed flat around Richie’s mostly hairless groin, stretched tight around his thick cock.

“Fuck, that’s a big cock,” Megan breathed. She looked at the boys, who were both looking at her with shining eyes. Jack was gently stroking his little boner. “Let him suck you, Jacky,” she said huskily. “I want to watch him suck your sweet little cock.”

Jack grinned and knelt down beside Richie’s head. Kneeling, Jack’s small throbbing cock was just a bit lower than Richie’s head, but then Jack got the idea to put his right knee up on the ottoman and he fed his slim dick into Richie’s mouth. Megan felt her pussy contract as Richie’s cock swelled in her and his eyes closed. For all Richie’s talk about being gay, there was no doubt in Megan’s mind just how much the auburn-haired cutie liked a boy dick in his mouth.

Megan watched as Richie’s cheeks sank in, sucking at Jack’s preteen cock. She raised herself, feeling the thirteen-year-old’s thick snake sliding against every bit of her, and when only that meaty cockhead remained inside, still spreading her hugely, she sank back down, all the way down, feeling it find it’s home back in that mysterious place she’d never been. As she grew used to the boy’s size, she began to move faster, feeling her thighs tremble as her pussy sent out pulses of pleasure that zinged through her body like cosmic rays, filling her with heat and light.

With her eyes locked on Jack’s cock as he slowly worked his hips, sliding it in and out between Richie’s full lips, she felt the thirteen-year-old’s hands on her hips. Then he surprised her as she was nearing the top of her journey up his thick cock when he thrust his hips upward and drove it back into her. He didn’t do it fast enough to hurt, but it surprised her and she halted her motion for a moment. Then Richie lowered his hips and drove upward again. Megan lowered herself a little bit, about halfway down his cock if he were still lying on his back, and she hovered there, feeling the little boy fuck her.

“Jacky, kiss me,” she said.

Jack turned to her with a smile, pulled his dick out of Richie’s mouth and then turned and pressed his mouth to hers. She felt his little tongue snake into her mouth and his hand reach up to squeeze her tit. Reaching down, she captured his little dick in her hand, feeling the heat and the stiffness.

Richie began to fuck her in earnest then, his skinny hips moving faster while he gripped her hips tightly. Megan hissed as he slammed the fat head of his prick against her cervix, but she didn’t care.

Megan didn’t even realize that Jack wasn’t standing beside her anymore. Lost in the feeling of Richie driving his massive cock into her, she hadn’t even noticed when he stopped kissing her and moved, and only became aware of him when she felt his small hands on her shoulders.

“Jacky?” she asked.

“Bend over,” he said in her ear.

Megan didn’t even question the boy. She immediately bent over. Her face was on a level with Richie, but he was short enough that her chin was about level with his forehead. She contorted herself enough to press her lips against his, kissing this strange boy while he fucked her.

Megan gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. “Jacky?” she asked.

“Just a sec,” he said, obviously distracted. Was he…?

Megan gasped again when she felt what had to be the spongy little acorn-shaped head of Jack’s penis slide into her ass. At first she’d thought it was his finger, but there was no mistaking the heat of the eleven-year-old’s little cock.

Megan had never tried anal sex. Well, that wasn’t strictly true. She’d tried. Once. The guy wasn’t even one of the larger guys she’d been with. He was maybe a bit over five inches. Actually, about the size of Shane’s cock, if a tad thicker. He’d suggested it, she agreed to try it. He’d gotten the head inside her and she knew she wasn’t willing to go any further. However, as little Jacky situated himself behind her and slip the tip of his cock in her, she didn’t say a word, just holding herself still and trying to relax.

Richie’s big cock continued to slide in and out of her hugely stuffed pussy, but Megan’s mouth dropped open as she felt Jack’s slim eleven-year-old dick slide into her ass. There was barely any resistance at all. One moment that little bullet head was spearing her sphincter, and the next all four inches was inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped. “Jacky.”

“Do you like it, Aunt Megan?” Jack asked, beginning to work his hips, sliding that slippery little cock in and out of her incredibly tight rectum.

Megan could feel both cocks moving inside her at the same time and she felt like her brain was melting. Two little boys were fucking her. She’d never even imagined something like this. One in her pussy and one in her mouth, sure. That fantasy had given her a few satisfying cums, but one in each hole? As she felt those cocks moving inside her though, filling her up so completely, she about lost her mind.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” she gasped. “Uhhh, fuck me, boys. Unngggh, fuck me!”

The boys began to drive themselves into her and Megan heard herself whining, her voice rising in a panting, needy whine. “Faster! Unngghh, little boys fucking me. Fucking my pussy and my ass.” Megan couldn’t believe she was talking like this. It wasn’t her at all, but after years of desperate dreams and hopeless fantasies, she was getting fucked by an eleven-year-old and a thirteen-year-old boy. At the same time! Their cocks moving in her, Richie’s giant and Jacky’s feeling bigger than it was because it was in her ass, were creating a sort of friction in her that felt like it would shake her apart.

Megan was bent down over Richie, crying in the boy’s ear as he rapidly humped his huge cock in and out of her pussy, while behind her, little Jack was on his knees, his hands on her hips right next to Richie’s and he was pistoning his little boy dick into her asshole so fast she felt he must be blurring. Megan could hardly take a breath as their pubescent cocks stole it from her with each thrust. The sound alone was the hottest thing she’d ever heard; panting, grunting little boys and the squelching of her pussy and the wet, rapid slapping of skin on skin.

“Cumming!” she cried as her pussy convulsed around Richie’s horse-cock and her asshole clamped down around Jack’s driving preteen cock, but neither boy slowed. If anything, they drove into her faster and harder.

“You like it, Aunt Megan?” Jack panted, the cockier of the two. “You like our dicks inside of you? Fucking your pussy? Fucking your asshole?”

“Ohhhh, fuck me, baby,” she groaned. “Fuck me with that hot little cock, Jacky!”

“Gonna cum in your ass,” Jack panted, driving himself into her furiously. “You want it?”

“I want your cum!” she cried, convulsing again as her nephew’s dirty words inflamed her. “Shoot your little boy cum into me!”

“Uhhhh, shit,” Richie grunted, and Megan felt that huge cock swell and jerk inside her, painting her insides with hot boyjuice.

“Gonna do it!” Jack panted, the sound of his skinny hips a rapid tattoo against her ass, the feeling of his little cock a rapid-fire series of explosions in her rectum. “Gonna squirt!”

“Cum in me! Cum in me, Jacky! Cum in my ass!”

With one last thrust, Jack slammed into her and held her tight, pressing himself against her as his little cock jerked again and again inside her throbbing ass. His little puppy grunts as he shot his tiny droplets of preteen spunk made Megan go off again, and she whined and shook as she knelt there, impaled by pubescent boycock.

Finally, sometime later, Jack moved backward and his little cock popped out of her ass. Sighing, Megan sat up and then slid backward, watching as between her legs inch after inch of soft, but still long, boycock slid out of her. She felt the familiar ache of absence when a cock left her pussy, but on a scale she’d never experienced. The fat head of Richie’s cock finally came free and his slapped wetly against his mostly bald crotch.

“Shit, I better get back home,” Richie said, and stood with a groan. Megan watched that giant cock swing between his legs. “Thanks for the… you know,” Richie said.

“Pussy?” Megan asked with a tired smile.

Richie grinned and reached down to squeeze his cock. “Yeah, thanks for the pussy.”

“Do I need to say that you can’t tell anyone about this?” Megan asked, the implications of what she’d done just now gaining headway over her blind lust.

“Don’t worry,” Richie answered. “I never tell.”

Megan gave the boy a suspicious look. “Does that mean you’ve fucked adult women before?” she asked.

Richie just grinned and shrugged.

“Shit. How many?” she asked, amazed that she wasn’t the only one to fall under the spell of that giant, swinging dick.

Richie screwed up his face and looked at the ceiling. Finally he shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Like… twenty something? Thirty?”

Megan sputtered. Then she stared. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

Richie shrugged again.

“You seemed awfully surprised when I sat down on that thing,” Megan said.

“You know… cause I don’t know you,” he said. “I mean… usually I know the ladies. I see ’em around and stuff. Like friends of my mom or my doc… I mean, just ladies around here, ya know? More ladies than girls really. Lots of girls here like to play with it and suck it, but they’re afraid to let me fuck ’em. Anyway, I gotta get home. Thanks again.” And with that, he left.

Megan watched that trim little ass as the door shut. She wasn’t sure she had enough strength in her legs to stand, so she just leaned back on her elbows. Jack knelt down between her legs and looked up at her with bright, gimlet eyes.

“That was fun, huh?” he asked with a grin, running his hands up and down her thighs.

“That was stupid,” Megan said. “I can’t believe I did that.”

Jack shrugged. “Richie won’t tell,” he said. Then he leaned down and put his face between her legs and she felt his tongue slide over her pussylips.

Megan shuddered. “Jacky,” she moaned, “I don’t know if I can take anymore right now.”

Jack slid his tongue into her cunt and despite herself, Megan shuddered and she felt tingles race through her. “Because Richie has such a big one?” Jack asked, lifting a wet face.

Megan was about to answer when Jack slid two fingers into her. She tensed and gasped.

“Does it hurt?” Jack asked, his fingers stopping. “Sometimes my butt hurts when Richie fucks me.”

“Sometimes?” she laughed, and then gasped as that made her pussy clench around the boy’s fingers.

“Sometimes it feels so good I forget,” Jack said, and then he bent his face again, replacing his fingers with her tongue.

“Jacky,” she moaned.

“I like the taste of your pussy,” Jack said, his fingers taking back over for his tongue. He was sliding them in and out in slow, languid strokes. “I like the taste of Richie’s cum, too, so I get both at once.”

Megan had a thought and asked. “How many pussies have you tasted, Jacky?”

Jacky looked up at her and gave her a sly grin, made all the more wanton with her juices all over his mouth and cheeks. “A few.”

“And how many have you fucked?” she asked.

Jack straightened and she looked down to see his rampant little erection. “A few,” the eleven-year-old answered as he thumbed down his boner and slid it into her.

Megan gave a mewling cry of pleasure and reached out to clutch at the boy’s firm little ass, pulling him deeper, feeling all four inches of boycock slide into her. “Jacky,” she sighed. “That perfect little cock.”

“It feels okay after Richie’s?” Jack asked as he began to fuck her slowly.

“Better than okay,” she groaned, wrapping her legs around the little boy, using her heels to urge him on faster.

“Megan?” Jack asked.

She realized she’d closed her eyes, her body already humming around Jack’s fucking cock. “Hmm?” she asked, meeting his blue eyes.

Jack had a look on his face. Part cunning, part knowing, all cocky and sexy. “I’m fucking you.”

“You certainly are, baby,” she smiled.

“I’m eleven,” he said, and Megan felt something twinge inside her. Jack must have caught some of that, because he gave her a seductive look. A seductive look for an eleven-year-old, which she’d never thought to see. Megan realized that Jacky could see right into her and knew exactly what to say. “I’m just a little kid,” he said softly, still slowly sliding his cock in and out of her. “I’m even younger than the boys you teach, and I’m fucking you.”

Megan couldn’t speak. The boy’s insight was almost frightening, but also the most exciting, erotic thing she’d ever experienced.

“I bet you’ve wanted to fuck a little kid for a long time, huh?” he asked, and then he slammed his little cock into her with a meaty smack. She gasped. “Have you sat in class with your pussy all wet, staring at cute boys, wondering what it would feel like if their cocks were in there? Like mine is?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

Jack grinned knowingly. “What if after class one day, all the kids left except for the cutest boys, and they locked the doors and then pulled down their pants and they all had boners?”

“Jacky,” she sighed hoarsely.

“Would you suck their dicks? Drink their cum? Let them fuck your pussy?”

“Oh, yes, I would,” she groaned. “Sometimes they’d get hard in class,” she panted as Jack began to fuck her faster. “I always knew, and sometimes I’d even get to see a little bulge. I knew they were hard and I wanted to see them so badly, to suck their sweet little cocks.”

Jack bent over her and took her left nipple into his mouth, sucking so strongly at it that it almost hurt. It did hurt, but with his sweet cock driving rapidly between her legs, she didn’t care.

Jack released her nipple and asked, panting a bit from his exertions, “How long have you wanted to fuck me, Aunt Megan?”

“I… I don’t know,” she said.

“When you got here?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said truthfully.

“When we visited you last year?” he asked.

She didn’t want to answer, because the admission scared her a little and made her ashamed. “Yes.”

Jack grinned. “Shane wants to fuck you so bad.”

Megan shuddered. “Jacky.”

“He wants to get his cock right into your pussy like I am. You wanna do that, Aunt Megan? Like with me an Richie? Have both of your nephews fuck you at the same time.”

“Fuck…” she gasped. “Yes, Jacky. Ooooo, fuck. Yes, I want both of you fucking me at the same time!”

Jack suddenly went still. Megan realized she’d been staring at the ceiling and she dropped her eyes to his. “I can tell him,” Jack said softly. “We can both come to your bedroom tonight after Mom goes to bed.”

“Jack… I…” she stammered, torn with indecision.

“We’d never do anything to get you in trouble, Aunt Megan. He wants to fuck you so bad though. He was telling me all about it last night. While he was fucking me. He was kissing my neck and calling me Aunt Megan while he slid his cock in and out of me.”

That was too much for Megan, and she moaned as she felt herself going again. She grabbed on to Jack’s little ass with both hands, pulling him tight against her as she whined and trembled. His little cock jerked in her and she looked up to see his eyes rolled up and a pained look on his face as he had his own cum.

A few moments later, Megan released him and Jack blew out a breath. “Man, that was a good one.” He caught Megan’s eyes as she chuckled tiredly and said, “Maybe later I’ll let you watch Shane fuck me.”

There was no hiding her response, as her pussy clenched down around Jack’s still stiff cock. He pulled out of her and walked around to crouch next to her head. Leaning close, he whispered, “Last time we went to Pittsburgh I was ten. And you wanted to fuck me.”

End of chapter five.

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Sibling Rivalry – Chapter Four

Sibling Rivalry
By
rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Chapter 4

Megan didn’t remember falling asleep. She woke to darkness and the certainty that she wasn’t alone. That’s when she felt the mattress depress as someone crawled onto her bed.

“Shane?” she asked, sure the boy had come back to finish what he’d started.

“It’s me, Aunt Megan,” Jack said softly.

Megan realized she could see him faintly in the dim moonlight shining through her bedroom window. “Jack? What time is it?”

“It’s like two or so I think. Mom and Shane are asleep.”

Megan felt the boy crawl up and lie beside her. Then his small hand was on her breast. As he began to lightly squeeze and caress her, she said, “Jack. What are you doing?”

The boy’s hand stilled. “I…” He removed his hand. “I thought you maybe wanted me to?” he said, his voice rising to a question.

“And why would you think that?” she asked, rolling to her side to try to make out his facial features in the shadows.

“Well… in the shower before.” he said. “And then… well, Shane said you s-… I mean… well, he said you… you know…” and his voice dropped to a whisper, “… sucked his dick? So I thought maybe… you know… uh… do you wanna suck mine, too?”

Megan was surprised at the hurt she felt knowing that Shane had told Jack what they’d done. She shouldn’t have been. Either surprised or hurt. It was natural for brothers to share things like that, and the way the boys had been sniffing after her like dogs in heat, well it was no surprise. She wondered if Jack had told his older brother about the things they’d done together, and she felt her face burning in the darkness.

“Jack, you need to go back to your room,” she said.

“But it’s not fair,” he whined.

“Jack…” she said, her voice a clear warning.

“Can you at least do it with your hand?” he wheedled. “My dick is so hard. Please? Feel it,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling it down to his crotch.

Megan could have resisted. Should have resisted. The truth was that she wanted to touch it. She’d masturbated the boy earlier at the pool, but that had been so frenzied and secretive that she hadn’t been able to savor the experience. As lovely as Shane’s cock was, it was boys like Jack that truly excited her. Small, hairless cocks attached to boys just barely tipping into pubescence. So she allowed her hand to be guided downward until she felt his hot little missile against her fingers.

She wrapped her fingers lovingly around the slender shaft while snuggling closer to the boy. His head was near her shoulders and she could smell his earthy muskiness and the faint perfumed scent of his shampoo. She slid her fingers down around his silky cock until she could collect his small testicles in her palm. “Is this what you wanted?” she breathed.

“Uh huh,” he said softly.

Then she felt him shifting, and she gasped as she felt his soft, wet lips wrap around her nipple. She shuddered and her hand dropped the boys little nuts to slide quickly up to his cock, clutching it as Jack began to suckle at her tit. “Jack,” she breathed, and then she shuddered again as she felt his hand between her thighs, trying to slide upward.

Megan didn’t hesitate. She cocked her left leg at the knee, spreading herself wide for Jack, who took instant advantage of the opening, sliding his small hand against her already wet sex, probing expertly and finding her hole, sliding two little fingers inside her. She gasped, shocked into movement, her hand almost frenziedly jacking the eleven-year-old’s throbbing young penis.

Megan didn’t care about propriety. She didn’t care about the fact that Jack was her nephew; her sister’s son. She didn’t care that he was an eleven-year-old boy. Well, that wasn’t true. In fact, she cared very much that he was an eleven-year-old boy, and that his beautiful preteen cock was throbbing in her fist; that his deliciously pubescent lips were sucking at her breasts; that his wickedly illegal little fingers were sliding in and out of her dripping cunt. She wanted this. Had wanted this. So badly, and for so long.

With a desperate growl of desire, Megan slid down while pulling Jack up to her. She had her hand in his hairless armpit, clutching him close to her while her head dipped, and then her hand was on the back of his neck, tickled by his short hair as she pressed her lips to his. Jack made a small, startled noise, and then he was pressing himself against her while his soft lips parted and she felt his little tongue invade her mouth. Both held each other tightly as they kissed hungrily, their lust and their desperate need for one another acted out with swirling tongues and wet, sliding lips, nostrils flaring as they breathed quickly through their noses, neither willing to pull their mouth away from the other.

For Megan it was a pouring out of all her secret desires. All of her desperate longing. All of her illicit, sometimes shameful depravity. Her lust, her desire, her reverence of all things boy were expressed in that fiery kiss. She felt almost as if she could drink in his youth and beauty and wild sensuality. She clutched his small body to hers, her hand gripping his firm little ass, feeling his four inch erection sliding against her stomach. She’d felt his hands trying to reach her pussy, but his arms weren’t quite long enough, so he was contenting himself with squeezing and caressing her breasts.

Having given in to her desires, she needed to worship Jack’s body, to glorify his youth and beauty. Finally breaking the kiss, both of them panting, Megan began to kiss and nuzzle his neck, feeling his downy vellus hairs against her lips. She pressed her mouth against his skin, feeling his rapid pulse against her lips, licking at it, imagining for a moment herself as a vampire, sinking her teeth in and feeling the spurt of rich arterial blood, which would no doubt taste as sweet as his boyish semen.

From Jack’s neck, Megan worked her way down to his upper chest, then pushed his left arm up over his head and slid her mouth down to his armpit, feeling him tense and giggle as she rasped her tongue over the salty, hairless flesh there.

She looked up to see him staring at her and she couldn’t help a grin. “You’re ticklish.”

He nodded and said slyly, “Some places.”

“I can’t wait to find out where,” she said and his eyes sparkled.

Not to leave out the other side, she worked her way over to his right armpit as well, and got another squirming giggle. Far from taking her out of her sexual mood, this evidence of his boyishness just further inflamed her. She worked back to his slim but muscular chest, kissing and licking her way to his right nipple. She sucked and licked, blowing on the little nubbin till it rose to pointy stiffness, just a pinprick of excited flesh rising from the pebbly brown disc.

After bringing Jack’s other nipple to attention, Megan returned to the center of the boy’s chest and began working her way downward. Sliding her left arm down, she felt the boy’s stiff penis and she laid her forearm over it, feeling it throbbing. As she reached his stomach, Jack began to give little thrusts of his hips, working his small erection against her arm.

Megan looked up from tracing her tongue along the smoothness of Jack’s belly and said, “That’s cheating. I’ll get to it soon enough.”

“I can’t help it,” Jack whined. He thrust again.

“You’re going to have to wait,” she grinned, and moved her arm. Jack groaned in frustration, and she looked down with a smile to see his little cock twitching fitfully.

Returning to her task, Megan left a trail of wet kisses downward until she reached Jack’s navel. Somewhere between an outie and an innie, Jack’s bellybutton stretched horizontally across his middle, like a winking eye. Megan slid her tongue along it, circling, and Jack writhed and tried to thrust his cock toward her. Grinning, she took the hint and moved downward, licking right down his center, his thin little cock looming larger and larger in her peripheral vision. Just before she would have met it with her mouth, she skipped to the side, kissing and licking her way down and just barely avoiding contact. Jack groaned again.

“Please, Aunt Megan,” he begged.

“Now I’m going to make you wait another five minutes,” she said.

“Ahh! You’re so mean!”

“Hmm. Would a mean person do this?” she asked, sliding to her left so that she was lying between the boy’s coltish legs and sliding her tongue wetly across his inner thigh.

“Yes!” he said. “That’s exactly what mean people do instead of licking my… other things!”

Megan chuckled. “Your other things are just going to have to wait,” she said, but then relented enough to give him a kiss right on his little scrotum. Jack sucked in a breath, but she was already moving on to his thighs again, the smell of him thick in her nose, the silky smoothness of his flesh sliding under her lips.

As the woman worked her way down her nephew’s left leg, she rejoiced in the complete lack of hair. Lower and lower, down over his knee and further. It wasn’t until she reached his lower calves that she felt some short, silky hairs. Moving past those, she circled his bony little ankle with her tongue, then took his long, thin, size seven foot in her hand. She slid up to a sitting position, and ran her tongue up along the bottom, doing it roughly enough for him to squirm, but not be overly tickled.

Staring into the eyes that were staring into hers, Megan slid her tongue between Jack’s two smallest toes, again adding pressure so as not to tickle him. Then she slowly moved down the line, inserting her tongue between all his toes until she got to the big one. This one she tickled a bit with the tip of her tongue, and she felt his foot and leg tense. Then, eyes still locked, she slowly slid her lips down over the long digit, which she’d heard her sister call Jack’s monkey toes. She reached the bottom and swirled her tongue over the tip of it in her mouth, then drew up, and slid back down, leaving no doubt as to the corollary. Jack reached down and clutched his erection.

“If you’re going to do it yourself, I guess you don’t need me,” she said and grinned as he snatched his hand away.

“I’m really, really horny,” he said a bit miserably.

“Is that why your cock is so hard?” she asked, shocking herself with the use of such foul language. She felt a strange thrill.

Jack’s young eyes sparked and he nodded, grinning.

Still holding the boy’s left foot by the heel, she leaned back a bit. “What do you want to do with that cock?” she asked, lowering his foot until his big toe was touching her nipple. She moved his foot in little circles, teasing them both.

“I want to put it in you,” Jack said a bit breathlessly.

“In me?” she teased, leaning back further and using his foot to trace a line down her body.

“In your pussy,” Jack said. “I want to fuck your pussy.”

The dirty talk from such an angelic looking little boy stoked her carnal fires. “Mmm, I can’t let you fuck my pussy with that beautiful boycock,” she breathed. “That would be wrong.”

She gasped as she wedged his heel against her cunt, she rubbed it up and down, exciting herself even further. Then she was surprised when Jack pulled his foot back out of her grasp, and then slid it back on his own, his big toe, that had just been in her mouth, now sliding up and down in the groove of her swollen pussy lips. He gently slid his toe inside her, and then it was Jack drawing corollaries. She leaned back, opening herself to him, and she watched his avid, staring eyes as he fucked her with his big toe. Then he pulled back and flicked his toe against her engorged clitoris and she bucked as pleasure shook through her.

With another growl of lust, Megan went quickly to her hands and knees, practically racing toward Jack, who fell back a bit involuntarily. That was just fine with Megan, who quickly crawled up over his little body until her knees were on either side of his head. Once again staring into his eyes, she watched them crinkle with his grin as she lowered herself.

Megan gasped as Jack reached up to grip her thighs and he pulled her against his mouth, which immediately and expertly went to work. She tensed, shuddering as he lapped hungrily at her, then speared his tongue inside her. A few quick jabs and then he was licking up and down the length of her. Then his hands increased their pressure as he pulled himself up a bit, allowing his lips to slip over her clit.

“Uhhhnnngggghh,” Megan moaned, trembling atop the boy as an orgasm quaked through her. She reached down and clutched his blond hair, pulling him against her as he sucked at her clit, his tongue flicking it rapidly.

“Jack,” she groaned. “Jacky. My sweet boy. Ohhhhh, fuck. Uhhhnn, right there, baby.”

Then she gasped as Jack maneuvered one of his hands up between her legs and he slid two fingers up into her still-spasming cunt. She went again, biting her lip to keep from crying out, grinding her pussy against the eleven-year-old’s face. Jack spread his mouth wide, sucking strongly at the area around her clit and she felt herself starting to go yet again.

“Wait,” she said weakly. “Wait, Jacky.” Breathing hard, trembling like a leaf, she turned herself around till she was facing the boy’s feet. As she settled back atop his face, he immediately attacked her pussy again, and she carefully folded her upper body, staying in contact, eyes locked on her target.

Megan hooked her right thumb around the bald base of Jack’s small cock and pushed it upright. She didn’t bother with preliminaries, and simply swallowed the boy to the hilt. She felt Jack tense under her and his mouth go still, but he recovered quickly and attacked her pussy with renewed vigor. For her part, she closed her eyes, savoring the taste and size of the boy’s preteen cock. It fit so perfectly in her mouth. She closed her lips around him, sucking lightly, her tongue swirling against his slender shaft. Then she drew upward until just the little acorn-shaped glans was left in her mouth. She hummed in pure enjoyment as she sucked at him lightly, her tongue eagerly exploring, tasting, sliding along the tiny groove of his pisshole, eager for the little bubbles of precum he was producing.

Reaching between Jack’s thighs with her left hand, she took hold of his little testicles, feeling their warmth, squeezing them gently as she began to work her mouth up and down on his throbbing four inches. Between her legs, Jack continued to fuck his fingers in and out of her as his lips sucked and teased her clit.

Megan moaned desperately around her nephew’s cock as another orgasm ripped through her, leaving her breathless and shaken. Jack’s penis continued to jerk and throb in her mouth, so she began to suck him again. Jack continued his merciless attack on her abused pussy, so she slid her right hand into the gap at the small of his back and worked it down between the cleft of his athletic little ass. In the clear again, she bent her hand upward, her middle finger quickly finding his rubbery little sphincter. Jack squirmed and gave a little whine. The combination of his leaking precum and her own saliva had found themselves down around his tight little scrotum, and so she was able to use that wetness to ease her finger into his rectum.

Jack gave a high-pitched squeal against her pussy while his asshole clamped down around her invading finger and his little cock bucked in her mouth, rewarding her with a tiny spray of thin, watery, preteen jizz. Megan rolled it all around in her mouth while his cock continued to jerk, her spit and his cum sliding around his thin shaft. Then Jack made a little whining sound against her pussy and tried to pull backward out of her mouth and she knew his little penis was overstimulated and she released him, contenting herself to lick around the hairless base, to feel his slick cock sliding against her cheek.

Jack’s cock may have been too sensitive to suck, but it didn’t lose any of its stiffness, so a minute later, as Megan came down from yet another eleven-year-old induced orgasm, she began to lick at his shaft again. “I love your cock,” she said just loudly enough for him to hear, feeling positively wicked to be speaking to a little boy in such a manner. “Such a perfect, perfect cock.” She sucked the spongy little glans briefly into her mouth, then released it. “So gorgeous,” she breathed. Jack grunted.

Megan took his cock back into her mouth again, but then Jack once again pulled back and she was worried he was still too sensitive to suck. Apparently that wasn’t the reason. The boy slithered out from under her and rose to his knees. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, and he gripped her hips and pushed/pulled her until she flipped onto her back.

The boy was staring down at her like he was possessed, his blue eyes glazed while between his legs, his four-inch cock jerked up and down. “I don’t care,” he said hoarsely.

“Jack?” she asked, rising to her elbows.

“I don’t care anymore,” he growled, and then he was on her.

Startled, Megan fell back with Jack atop her. The boy wrapped his strong, skinny arms around her, lying his face between her breasts. Between her legs, she felt his probing erection, poking, poking, blindly trying to find its way home. Megan was shocked. She knew the boy wasn’t actually trying to rape her. There was no malice in him, but she’d certainly driven him to the edge and here was the result. She knew she could, while maybe not easily throw him off her, still get him off her if she wanted. She just wasn’t sure that was what she wanted. She knew how wrong it was, how much trouble it could cause her, but she’d been driven to the edge herself.

So instead of pushing him off, or chiding him, she instead reached down between them, found his slender cock, and helped guide it to that magic spot. Years of secret desires, countless lewd fantasies, every illicit thought she harbored for the cute boys in her classes, the grocery store, television and movies, all were brought to fruition as Jack’s slender penis slid into her.

“Unngggh,” Jack grunted, pressing into her, all four inches buried inside her gripping heat, straining forward.

“Jacky,” she breathed, one hand on his muscular ass, the other behind his head. “Oh, baby. My sweet, sweet baby. You’re inside me. Oh, you feel so good. Your cock is so hard. Fuck me now, Jacky. Uhhh, fuck me with your hard little cock. Fuck my pussy.”

It was like she was a different person. Megan had never spoken like this to a lover, but Jack woke something inside her, some dark, depraved part of her that she’d repressed for so, so long. She grabbed a small globe of preteen ass in each hand, urging him to thrust into her, gasping each time he slammed his skinny hips, driving his sweet little cock deep. She wrapped her legs around him, encircling his little body as if she’d never let him go.

“So good, Jacky,” she moaned. “You feel so good inside me.” She shuddered, cumming around his driving cock. “Uhhh, fuck me with that hot little cock!” she hissed. “Give it to me! Fuck my pussy! Mmmmm, fuck your aunt’s pussy.”

Jack suddenly latched onto one of her nipples as he continued to drive his cock into her. The loud slap, slap of their joining echoed through the room. Jack sucked and even bit lightly at her, chewing on her nipple and trying to suck her breast into his mouth. It was so very close to painful that it somehow became intensely pleasurable.

Just as Megan felt herself nearing another orgasm, Jack pulled out of her. She groaned at the loss and clutched after him as he rose to his knees, cock wet with her juices. The boy then grabbed her left leg and lifted it, putting it up on his shoulder, forcing her a bit toward her right side. Then he pushed his cock down and slid it back home again. Hugging her thigh to his chest, he began to work himself into her again, gasping, his toned little body rippling as he thrust into her again and again. It was a completely new position for Megan, and she marveled at the apparent breadth of the boy’s sexual playbook.

Megan couldn’t reach Jack in this position, so she just fell back, her hands going to her breasts, squeezing them and twisting her nipples as the eleven-year-old slammed his small cock into her again and again, each powerful thrust rocking her.

“Uhhhh, cumming,” she gasped as she felt her pussy spasm again around the boy’s slender cock.

“I can feel it,” Jack gasped, driving himself even harder.

“Fuck,” Megan moaned. “Give it to me, baby. Give me that cock.”

“F-fucking you so hard,” Jack said, sounding just a bit uncertain, and Megan imagined he didn’t usually talk like that. It made her feel oddly special.

“With your cock,” she urged.

“Fucking you with my cock,” the boy said with more confidence. “Fucking you in the pussy.”

“Mmmm, that’s it, Jacky. Fucking my pussy with your boycock.”

“My boycock,” he gasped. “Uhnn, gonna… gonna cum,” he moaned.

“Give it to me, Jacky,” she moaned. “Give me your cum!”

The boy’s steady thrusts began to stutter, becoming ragged and uneven. He’d slow for a moment and then recover, speeding again, but finally he pushed himself forward one last time, straining against her as his cock bucked inside her pussy. Just the knowledge that he was filling her with his immature seed was enough to send her one last time, and she writhed as Jack clung desperately to her thigh, his sweaty torso slick and hot against her, his little dick twitching inside her again and again.

Finally, Jack slumped, lowering himself between her legs, chest to chest, the top of his head just under her chin. She caressed his short, silky blond hair, damp with sweat, murmuring soft words of love, relishing his slight weight atop her, even where his slimy little cock pressed against her stomach, slowly softening.

After a time, Megan heard Jack’s breathing deepen. She thought about waking him and sending him back to his room, fearing Shane or Nicole discovering his absence. She couldn’t bear the thought of his warm little body leaving her just yet though, so she reached out carefully, grabbed her cell and set the alarm to go off with enough time for Jack to get back into his own bed in the morning, hopefully with none the wiser. Between her legs, she felt warmth and a lingering glow, but it was nothing compared to the warmth she felt in her chest hugging her nephew to her as she drifted off into a contented sleep.

*

A soft chime woke Megan at 6:30. She wasn’t sure if Nicole would be working that day or not, but she knew that her sister usually didn’t get up until 7am when she did. She figure 6:30 was a safe enough time to wake Jack.

Shutting off her alarm, she lay her head back and looked at the ceiling. Dawn wasn’t far off and there was a faint light already. Jack was a warm presence at her side, his cheek against her breast, his coltish legs twined with hers. She smiled as she felt the insistent press of his little erection against her hip. Carefully untangling herself, she scooted back a bit and looked down at the boy, who grumbled in his sleep and settled onto his back. His beautiful cock was hovering over his hairless groin, pulsing with his heartbeats. She couldn’t help running a finger up its short length. The urge to take him into her mouth, or better yet, back between her legs, was strong, but she knew she’d pushed her luck far enough already.

Putting her hand on his shoulder, she shook him lightly while speaking softly in his ear. “Jacky? You need to get up, honey.”

“Mmmeh,” he grumbled.

She grinned. “Come on, sweetie. Rise and shine. You need to get back into your own bed.”

Blearily he cracked his eyes and looked up at her. “Time i’zt?” he slurred.

“It’s 6:30,” she said with a smile. “Come on, get up. You have to get back to your bed before your mom and brother wake up.”

“Wan stay wit’u,” he grumbled, shutting his eyes again.

Knowing she was cheating, she reached down and gently wrapped her hand around his erection, which jerked. She let her fist ride loosely up and down the silky shaft a few times, and Jack opened his eyes again, this time with a tired grin.

He lifted his head, leaned toward her and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She felt a shock of pleasure ripple through her and things instantly tightened between her legs. She had to forcibly reject the urge to pull him on top of her, to feel his steely little cock sliding into her again. Instead, heart beating rapidly, she pulled backward, releasing his dick and slapping him lightly on his ass.

“Up,” she said.

“Yer no fun,” he said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Her gaze went to his rampant cock, her eyes no doubt burning with lust.

“Jack,” she said, and the tone of her voice made him focus on her. “You need to go back to your room,” she said. She held his gaze intently. “You know this has to stay between us, right?”

“I know,” he said, half shrugging.

“I mean it, Jacky,” she said. “You have to promise me. You can’t even tell Shane.”

The boy leaned back and crossed his heart, mimed zipping his lips shut, then turning a key which he then tossed over his shoulder. He raised his hand solemnly and said, “I swear.”

She smiled. “Good boy.”

He grinned and said, “But you gotta let me fuck you later.”

She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “You are one horny little boy.”

He rose to his knees and she couldn’t help but follow his bouncing boner as he moved toward her. He leaned down and kissed her cheek and whispered, “And you are one horny lady.”

She laughed and reached up between his legs, gently pinching his little cockhead. “You got me. Now git.”

And he got, but her eyes lingered on his muscular ass as he left her room.

Alone, she let out a satisfied sigh and went back to sleep.

End of chapter four.

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Okay, so I know this was a short chapter and not much of note happens, but that’s just the way these things go sometimes. Hopefully by the time you’re reading this I’ve already posted the next chapter, but if not, it’s coming soon. As always, a note here to please consider donating something to Nifty to keep this place going. Also, I really like hearing from you if you’ve enjoyed my stories, so please drop me a line at rwxxx13@yahoo.com

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