This work of fiction involves sexual contact between two boys, one 15 and the other 14, a 14-year-old girl, and the two 14-year-olds’ adult aunt. Neither the boys, the girl nor the woman is real. If such stories offend you, stop reading now and do not download this story.

This is part two of a multi-part story. It can stand alone, but will make more sense if you read part one first.

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I’d only met Jake four days before, but we were already fast friends. He was fifteen, a year older than me, and lived in town with his mother and three sisters. His father, a fisherman, had been lost at sea when he was young and his mom had never remarried.

I was an only child, visiting my father’s younger sister, Sarah for the summer as I’d done every year since I was six. I felt at home with my aunt but since I didn’t go to school there I didn’t know anyone else. I’d grown increasingly isolated with each visit. I hadn’t really wanted to come this year, but my father had insisted. It was a lucky break that I’d run into Jake while waiting for my aunt at the bus station the day I arrived.

Jake and I had spent most of the last four days together and had just had a very eventful and instructive afternoon with my aunt. She was on the way into the house to make dinner when she turned and said “I hope you’ll invite Jake over again. I still have so much to teach you both.”

She took a few more steps then turned and smiled. “In fact, why don’t you stay for dinner, Jake? Maybe you and Tommy could have a sleepover!”

The two of us looked at one another incredulously, and then at my aunt’s naked backside as she walked through the door. She’d picked up her robe but hadn’t put it on. We were seated only a few feet apart on wicker chaise lounges, stark naked, our cocks hard and throbbing. Jake’s extended a bit farther than my own, almost reaching his belly button.

Jake grinned. “I’ll call my mom. She won’t mind if I stay. As long as I get my chores done she doesn’t care what I do in the summer.”

I nodded, unsure of the etiquette for such situations. I remembered that I’d been looking forward to spending time at his house in the hopes of getting to know his sisters, one of whom was my age. I realized, though, that I’d never get to see as much of any of the girls as my aunt was willing to show us.

Neither of us made any effort to cover up, I felt comfortable lying next to my naked friend. In fact, neither of us seemed to object to the other checking out his “junk.” I got up the courage to comment “Your dick’s way bigger’n mine.”

Jake laughed and touched himself. “I overheard my mom tell one of her friends my dad was hung like a horse. I think I was like ten so I had to ask my sister what that meant. She musta laughed for a week, but she explained it to me. I guess I take after my dad.”

“Umm… have you ever measured it?”

Jake shook his head and opened his mouth as if about to speak, but Aunt Sarah chose that moment to return, carrying another pitcher of lemonade. Her approaching breasts drew our full attention.

She smiled. “After you drink some lemonade you’d better roll over on your bellies or you’re going to sunburn your dicks, boys.”

I blushed. Even after everything the three of us had done together that afternoon, hearing my aunt say the word “dick” had embarrassed me! Clearing my throat I agreed. “Okay, Aunt Sarah.” I filled a glass, gulped down the drink, then moved to the lawn. Jake did the same. In short order, the exertions of our day, the warmth of the sun on our backs and our post-orgasmic relaxation combined to lull us to sleep.

That was how my fourteen-year-old cousin, Trina, found us when she walked into the back yard. When we woke up Trina and Aunt Sarah had turned two of the chairs and were sitting watching us. Both were naked with their legs slightly parted. The girl spoke first. “Hi, cousin! Where’d you find your cute friend?”

I’d had a crush on Trina since I was eight and had seen her in some pretty skimpy swimsuits, but I’d never expected to see her naked. More importantly, I’d never expected her to see me naked. I remained on the ground as if glued in place.

Trina’s presence had no such effect on Jake, who sprang up as if anxious to show off his assets. The bright-red head of his blood-engorged cock pointed at her face, pulsing with each beat of his heart. “Hey, Trina. Remember me from the school bus? I didn’t know you were related to Tommy.” He made no effort to cover up and Trina didn’t pretend not to stare.

Trina giggled nervously. “Yeah. I remember you, but, ummm… I didn’t know you were so… ummm… well developed.” Everybody in town knew his dad had been a fisherman, so it probably seemed natural to add “You’ve got a nice spear there.” There was no question why she was there. Aunt Sarah had clearly invited her older sister’s youngest daughter to join the party. I didn’t think at the time of the ramifications of this, but wondered what other surprises she had in store.

Aunt Sarah stood and walked toward the house. “Come on, Trina. Now that the boys are finally awake, let’s get dinner on the table.” Gesturing at the wicker table, she added “We’re gonna eat out here. You boys can help bring things out.”

Once Trina had turned away I stood and followed my friend into the house. I was feeling exceptionally shy around the girl; perhaps because the size of my friend’s organ made me feel inadequate. As a result, I tried hard not to face her directly as I picked up a platter from the kitchen counter. When she looked my way I turned so quickly that a small ham almost slid off and fell to the floor. My aunt noticed and snickered. “Careful, Tommy. Keep a grip on your meat.”

I fled into the backyard and deposited my platter then pulled my chair up to the table, hiding the lower half of my body from sight. Trina sat across from me, while Jake sat to my left and Aunt Sarah to my right. The woman commented “Now isn’t this nice?”

We sat in silence for several long moments in a weird parody of grace. I couldn’t help but notice the resemblance between Aunt Sarah, who was a statuesque blond, about 5’10”, with big, round breasts, and Trina, who stood about 5’4″ but already had breasts that were much bigger than the “handfuls” my friends in the city talked about. Aunt and niece each had beautiful blue eyes and medium length blond hair; their breasts were similarly shaped, with pointed nipples and large pink areolas. It did seem, though, like one of Trina’s beasts was larger than the other.

Aunt Sarah broke through my reverie, saying “Okay, boys. Trina and I worked hard on this meal. Dig in!”

We all started piling our plates with food. It was Jake who broke the conversational silence by asking Trina if she was enjoying her summer. Though that struck me as kinda lame, at least he’d had the courage to speak.

Trina laughed. “I’m enjoying it way more now than I was.” Her eyes went back and forth between me and my friend. She turned to our aunt and said “Thanks for calling, Auntie. I wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.”

Just then I felt a tiny foot gently press against my bare genitals. I looked up sharply to see Trina smirking at me. Then, smiling sweetly, she asked “Problem, cousin?”

I felt my penis stiffening again as she rubbed it with the bottom or her foot. I was sure that my face was bright red, but cleared my throat and squeaked out “No. Nothing’s wrong.” Turning to my left, I saw that Jake was squirming in his seat. Looking at my aunt I saw a smirk similar to that of my cousin only moments before. I laughed nervously as I understood that we were in for an interesting evening.

I’m not quite sure how we got through dinner, but dessert was a very interesting experience. Aunt Sarah stepped around the table and knelt by Jake. When he turned his chair and spread his legs, I could see that his cock was red and inflamed; it looked even bigger than it had, and like it was about to explode. Trina and I watched as Aunt Sarah took his organ in her mouth and skillfully “deep throated” him so her nose was buried in his patch of blond pubic hair. She wrapped her arms around him and bobbed up and down on his turgid flesh, making only occasional choking sounds, in spite of the size of the organ. We could actually see the outline of his cock through her cheek and throat as her head bobbed up and down. Jake’s face was a rictus of pleasure as unintelligible moans escaped his mouth.

Finally, Jake’s back arched and he thrust up into Aunt Sarah’s waiting mouth. By this time I had a grip on the head of my cock, not wanting to embarrass myself by cumming. Jake stifled a primal scream as he filled my aunt’s mouth with his spunk, then he collapsed back into his chair, obviously spent and exhausted.

Then it was my turn. Aunt Sarah gestured for Trina to take her place in front of my chair. I slid down to make it easier to get to my now painfully hard cock. I was so desperate for relief that I was no longer self-conscious about the size of my organ. Of course, it felt bigger at that moment than ever before in my life. She licked her lips then opened her mouth wide, as if about to take a big bite. Aunt Sarah moved next to her and whispered “Remember what I told you. Slide down over it and swallow as you feel the head getting to the back of your mouth. That’ll help you control your gag reflex.

The powerful sensations coming from my genitals started to overwhelm me. Aunt Sarah had directed Trina to massage my balls as she licked and sucked. I knew I wouldn’t last as long as Jake had, so I wasn’t surprised when I felt my balls pulling up against the base of my cock. My back arched so I was supported only by my shoulders on the back of the chair and my feet. Tiny muscles deep behind my balls started to spasm and I fired what felt like gallons of jism into my cousin’s mouth. Most of it, I realized, had gone right down her throat. I wondered how she felt about swallowing her cousin’s cum, but I was too overcome to talk or even to breathe. Like my friend I collapsed back into my chair, the girl’s mouth still wrapped around my now softening organ. As if from a great distance I heard my aunt direct my cousin. “You can keep sucking, but be gentle. Men are very sensitive right after they cum; he won’t be able to take much stimulation right now.”

I lay there, drifting in post-orgasmic bliss for several minutes, but was very aware that my aunt had called me a “man.” I reached down and pulled Trina into my arms and whispered “Thank you.” Then, unsure of what else to say after such a momentous experience, I kissed her on the mouth. I was very surprised when I felt her tongue pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth and let her explore, as my hands gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her close against me.

When we came up for air we looked around and found that Jake was mounting my aunt. We went over and sat side-by-side, watching as he thrust into her over and over. I turned and kissed Trina again, then slid down to her chest and took one of her nipples in my mouth. It was instantly hard against my tongue as I licked and sucked. After a few minutes she pushed me away and directed my attention back to Jake and Aunt Sarah. He was slamming into her harder and faster than before; she met each thrust with a movement of her own, as if offering herself to him. Jake leaned down and bit down on my aunt’s shoulder when he came. I could actually see his cum leaking out around my aunt’s pussy lips. His lips dripped a small amount of blood when he looked up at me, smiling.

Trina put her mouth to my ear and whispered “My turn, cousin.” Then she licked my ear and pulled me down on top of her. In a slightly louder voice, she said “Fuck me hard, Tommy. Take me. Fill my pussy with your big cock.” Though her words had a rehearsed feel, they had the desired effect. My cock throbbed back to life and I was raging to put it into her.

I felt her tiny hand on my organ, directing it into her waiting slit, but I pushed her away. I slid down her body, mimicking what Jake had done to my aunt earlier, and sniffed her crotch. I’d been told that women’s pussies smelled like fish, but I didn’t think so. I couldn’t quite describe it, but it was somehow heady and only made me desire her more. I pushed my tongue between her genital lips, searching for the “tiny penis” my aunt had mentioned. I was sure I’d found it when Trina moaned loudly. Remembering the rest of what my aunt had said, I was gentle, licking and sucking until she was literally bucking and her vagina was flowing with fluid. I tasted her, pushing my tongue into that opening my penis so wanted to explore. ‘Thank the gods for porno videos,’ I thought as I kissed my way up her body. I teased her briefly, licking and sucking each of her nipples. I didn’t enter her until she begged me to do so.

Her voice hoarse and breathless, Trina called out “Oh god. Please, Tommy. Fuck me. Fuck me now! I need it so bad!” These words didn’t sound rehearsed at all; they were from… ‘Maybe not the heart, but somewhere real.’

Knowing she was more than ready I plunged my cock into her. My organ didn’t feel four inches long any more; it felt like the giant harpoon on the whaling monument in the center of town. I felt it spearing into her over and over as I drove my pelvis forward. Her face was suffused with pleasure as animal instinct took over and I fucked her hard. I felt more like a man than ever before in my life.

I wouldn’t realize until later that having Jake and Aunt Sarah watching had enhanced the experience for me, leading to a lifelong need for public sex. But that is another story for another time.

Finally, a sense of pressure almost overwhelmed me. I felt bigger and stronger and somehow manlier as my body prepared to fill the pretty girl with my life force. That’s what it felt like when I came inside her; like I’d given her some of my life and taken back some of her’s. We felt linked, like it would last forever.

Then I collapsed onto her, my sweaty body sliding against hers. For a while, it felt like we were one person, my softening dick still inside her. ‘This,’ I realized, ‘is why people will do anything to have sex.’ I didn’t roll off her until I felt my aunt’s hand on my shoulder.

Jake looked at me admiringly, as if he hadn’t just done the same thing. “That was hot, man.” He looked at Trina, still smiling. “I hope I get a chance at you, Trina. You’re very sexy.”

My aunt smiled. “Ah, the enthusiasm of youth.” Standing, she said “Come and get something to drink. I don’t want you boys getting dehydrated.” Her eyes sparkling mischievoulsy, she added “We’re not even close to done with your fluids.”

I stood and helped Trina up, my eyes not leaving her’s. In that moment I felt like I was in love with her, but that feeling started to fade almost immediately. We sat down and drank lemonade as the sweat dried on our bodies. Finally, I turned and asked “What did you mean when you said we’re not done, Aunt Sarah?”

Trina and her aunt looked at one another and laughed. It sounded a bit sinister. It was the older woman who spoke. “Well, you boys are going to put on a little show for us; if you do a good job, we’ll do the same for you. If not, Trina and I will be off to bed and you guys will be on your own.”

Jake and I looked at one another, confused. Jake spoke. “What do you mean by a show?”

Aunt Sarah smiled reasuringly. “My goal is to teach you three kids to put sex in it’s proper place in your lives. That sex and love are too different things and that you can have great sex with anyone.”

We looked at one another, still confused.

Aunt Sarah continued as Trina giggled. “You too are going to make out together, then you’re going to suck one another off. You can do it one at a time or you can 69 together, but that’s what’s going to happen before Trina and I do anything else with you.”

Jake and I looked at one another, then at the two females. Truth be told, I didn’t mind the idea of making out with Jake, though the idea of taking his dick in my mouth squicked me out a bit. But I didn’t want all of this to stop.

Jake must have had similar thoughts because he nodded at me. “Let’s do it, Tommy.”

We went to a chaise loveseat and sat down. Each of us had made out before, though only with girls. How different could it be?

Not surprisingly, Jake made the first move, leaning forward to kiss me on the lips. I opened my mouth and allowed him to explore with his extra-long tongue as I moved my hands over his body. He had a very different feel to him than had Trina; where she was soft, he was hard. I could feel his muscles moving under his skin, and I liked it. I’d enjoyed Trina’s softness, but Jake’s male hardness caused me a different kind of excitement. Though I’d cum only a few minutes before, I felt myself growing hard again. Snaking a hand between us, I found that Jake was in a similar state. ‘Hmmm,’ I thought, ‘maybe this is okay for him, as well.’

I returned his kiss and started stroking his long, thick cock. Again, I found myself wanting to measure my friend. ‘How big is this thing, anyway?’ I started to imagine what it would feel like thrusting into my ass, then shivered when I realized it would probably tear me open.

Eventually, I slid down his body much the same way I had with Trina. I stopped to kiss each of his hard little nipples, then detoured to sniff and lick each of his armpits before moving on to kiss and lick my way down his flat belly. I stopped and tongued his belly button for a moment, until it became apparent that he was ticklish. Then I followed his light “happy trail” down through the patch of blond pubic hair at the base of his penis. His scent was dramatically different from that of the girl. I could smell his sweat combined with something else, a milder form of something nasty I’d smelt from my own genitals when I’d been unable to shower for a few days. I found that this smell excited me in a different way. Of course, I could also smell my aunt.

Opening my mouth wide, very wide, I engulfed just the head of his cock. I loved his salty taste immediately. The textures of the different parts of his penis against my tongue filled me with longing. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to do what Aunt Sarah had done and take the whole thing down my throat. ‘What was it she’d said to Trina? Swallow? That’s it.’

I slid down his manhood like a fireman down a pole. I pulled back when the big head pressed against the back of my mouth, triggering a gag, then I readjusted my position and took more of him. When I gagged again, I pulled back slightly then swallowed as I pushed on. It worked. I adjusted my position again as I felt his cock going into my throat. I drew back, bobbing my head as my aunt had done, but the second time I gagged again, triggering a coughing fit.

Jakes strong hands pulled me off his cock and held me for a moment. He seemed so understanding as he looked down at me; but he also seemed somehow more powerful than he had before. When my coughing subsided I kissed him on the lips, then slid down again and took his cock. This time I didn’t try to “deep throat” him, but concentrated on giving him as much pleasure as I could. Using everything I’d ever learned from masturbating, I licked and sucked and nibbled, focusing on the head, but also kissing and sucking his slightly hairy balls. I wanted to reach between his legs and tickle his asshole, as I’d done to myself many times, but I feared that would be too “gay” for him.

The first indication I had was a change in his breathing, as it grew faster and shallower. His thigh and abdominal muscles went rigid, and he started thrusting forward into my mouth, much as he’d thrust into my aunt’s pussy. ‘This,’ I realized, ‘is universal.’ I’d done it too, of course.

Unbelievably, his cock, already almost as thick as Trina’s wrist, grew thicker in my mouth. ‘What a jawbreaker,’ I thought, as I got the first hint of his precum. I’d never tasted my own cum so was surprised to find that it had a not unpleasant salty-sweet taste. ‘Maybe,’ I thought, ‘the minister is wrong. If we’re not supposed to do this, why would it taste sweet?’

Suddenly, Jake shouted and thrust forward, almost knocking me away. His cock exploded and my mouth filled with his essence. A voice in my head commented that it didn’t taste quite as sweet, and I realized that this load was filled with his little swimmers. It was only then that I wondered if I’d made Trina pregnant; that thought was fleeting as I held on, not wanting to spill a drop. I felt greedy and possessive and wanted every drop for myself.

When Jake was spent I remained there, my face in his lap, his now soft cock still filling my mouth.

After a few minutes, my aunt and cousin started to clap. I’d forgotten they were there, but felt no embarrassment. I heard no mockery in their applause or comments. “Great job, Tommy” and “What a stud, Jake,” and “You’re a natural cock-sucker, cousin,” and “That made me seriously wet.”

Jake stroked my hair gently, almost lovingly. “That… that was amazing. I thought… I mean… that felt really good.”

Aunt Sarah stood and brought us two glasses of lemonade. “That was quite a show, Tommy. Now it’s Jake’s turn to show us if he’s as generous as you.”

I was puzzled by that remark; not thinking of what I’d done as “generous,” but I said nothing. I reached up and pulled Jake down onto the grass with me. Again, he kissed me on the mouth, but this time it felt somehow more passionate; less mechanical and perfunctory. His hands moved over my body, much as mine had over his. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking, but all thought left me when his hands traveled down to my buttucks. ‘What’s he doing,’ I worried, as he pulled apart my cheeks and tickled my anus with his finger. A wave of pleasure rolled through my body, most likely related to the pleasure I’d given myself once I’d found my prostate. I again found myself thinking about his cock in my ass and my own penis quickly pounded with blood.

Jake laid me back and kissed me again, then kissed his way down my neck. He lingered at my nipples until each was hard and pointed, then kissed his way down my hairless chest and belly until he reached the sparse patch of hair over my pubis. He cupped my balls for a moment, gently stroking them as he took all of my shorter length in his mouth. The sensations were amazing as his rough tongue slid over the smooth skin of my organ. I didn’t notice when he released my balls and snaked his hand between my legs.

I jumped when I felt his finger; wet with what I assumed was saliva, pushing against the opening to my anus. ‘Oh my god,’ I thought. ‘He’s gonna fuck me with his finger.’ Instead of inspiring fear, that triggered another wave of arousal and desire. I realized that I did want to feel that long, thick cock inside me. I wondered if I’d ever be able to get Jake to do that. ‘I’ll bet Aunt Sarah could get him to do it,’ I thought as another wave of pleasure passed over me.

I moved my leg in the hope of rubbing against Jake’s cock, but he flattened my legs on the ground. He was on top of me and in full control, so I decided to lie back and enjoy it. Turning my head I looked up at Aunt Sarah and Cousin Trina. Their eyes were locked on us but their fingers were on one another’s dripping pussies. I could clearly see two sets of hard, pointed nipples. I hadn’t realized before that women get just as horny as men. I tucked that secret away for future consideration.

I could feel myself building to a climax. It seemed like every muscle in my body had tensed at the same time. I’d felt this many times, including several times today, but each time it seemed wilder, more expansive. When I released, pumping my cum into my friend’s mouth, I felt much as I had when I filled my cousin’s vagina. Powerful, virile, manly.

When the waves of pleasure had subsided and I returned to myself, I found my friend was still gently sucking my root. I touched his shoulders and pulled him into my arms. “That was… I don’t know how… I mean that was amazing.” Though it flew in the face of everything I knew about being a man, I kissed him again and whispered “I love you, Jake.”

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