Philip was initiated into the world of women's needs and his own power when he was only fourteen. His young aunt discovered him abusing himself in the shower at the family's beach cottage one afternoon when she returned from sunning herself on the crowded shore. "My god," she said aloud when she saw his upright prong with his fist about it. "Don't waste that."
Quickly she peeled off her one-piece bathing suit and slithered into the curtained stall beside the blushing boy who stood frozen, rigid cock in hand. She gathered him to her ample bosom, kissed him firmly, grasped his young prick and brought its rearing head to her dripping vulva for she had nearly climaxed when she saw her nephew's swollen member which seemed wildly outsized for his slim body and which curved upward in a most amazing way. The fact that she had been fanaticizing a bit while out on the sand with her romance novel probably helped produce her antsy state and dripping sex. Their coupling was frantic and long-lasting.
Phil was an early-maturing adolescent, a virgin who had only discovered the pleasures of masturbation a few weeks before the end of eighth grade and was yet to show any signs of a beard. Now his happy penis, hard as a wooden chair leg, was buried in the folds of his lovely Aunt Joyce's warm body, and he had his arms about her waist and his head between her firm breasts. He humped and thrust, as she seemed to draw him deeper and deeper with her vaginal muscles, his mind completely blank but his hips in violent motion, faster and faster as she bent her knees, and he hunched his slim body into hers, listening to her gasp.
The young woman, married for several years to an inattentive slug, climaxed almost at once and bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as she pushed Phil back against the shower wall and felt his hands slipping down to her buttocks to pull her tightly to his hammering member and sparse pubic hair.
He seemed inexhaustible, unlike her husband who was seldom good for more than six or seven thrusts. Since she was using an oral contraceptive, she had no concerns about enjoying her young nephew who soon experienced his first orgasm in a woman as he spurted three times into his aunt's clinging depths, gasping with joy as he did so. The ejaculation barely slowed him.
Joyce wiggled off the boy's still jutting pole and turned about, putting her hands on the wall and bending at the waist. "Put it back in," she demanded, looking over she shoulder at the astonished young man behind her, his enormous cock in his hand, its head a blunt helmet that dripped sperm.
He did as he was told although it took him three tries before he found the right place and penetrated his young aunt again and then felt the frightening pleasure of slipping his hard member up into her vibrating body with all its wonderful spasms and quivers. He hit her g-spot on the way northward, and she shivered and cried out, scaring him briefly but only briefly. Then he rubbed it a hundred more times before she spasmed.
He tried to count his thrusts but lost track in the wild confusion of the moment, only knowing that it always took him longer to spew out his semen the second time. Joyce, satisfied and all but spent after perhaps a hundred rams of his youthful cock in less than two minutes, wiggled and tried to make him stop, but he held her hips and rutted on, determined to come, accelerating to marching pace of 120 in-and-outs a minute. He soon passed the one thousand mark, grunting and slapping them together.
Finally she turned on both handles of the shower full force and fell slowly to the tiled floor, begging him to cease. Phil followed her down to his knees, still ramming hard and deep and then exploded in her, emptying his balls in pleasure and filling her vagina until it oozed thick white goo. He fell on her arched back, sobbing with release, and then pushed himself free, his cock still long and firm., arching out, seeking more friction.
He helped the young woman up, raked back her hair, rose on his toes and kissed her gently, feeling very grown up, before he left her there under the pouring shower and found a towel, amazed at what had happened. His cock was still stiff but soon eased down and hung loosely between his legs, nearly a half-foot long in its flaccid state.
Back on the beach later that afternoon, Joyce spread the word of Phil's abilities to some of the other guests as well as friends from other cottages. Soon Phil found that he was seldom alone when he frolicked in the surf or swam between the waves, parallel to the beach. One blonde cousin soon attached herself to him, rubbing her small breasts on his arm as they chatted under a beach umbrella, then pulled a t-shirt over her tiny bikini and suggested they go back to the house for a Coke, leaving two other eager young women disappointed
The girl was fifteen, a quite experienced fifteen who had been sucking boys' cocks for a good while and who had given her maidenhead to her older brother the previous Christmas. Since then she had fucked a half-dozen high school boys and believed herself an expert on men, giving advice to many silly maidens on the art of seduction and pleasure. She was on the pill, and she climaxed on her fingers almost every morning while she washed her hair.
Once the cottage door closed behind them, and Jill was sure they were alone in the rented house, she grabbed Phil's hand and hauled him to a bedroom. "Let's do it," she cried happily.
"Do what?" Phil asked as he watched the blonde beauty yanked off her t-shirt and tossed away the top of her miniscule bathing suit.
Her reddish nipples stood out like cherries on her high, round boobs, and she quickly wiggled out of the bottom of her suit and smiled, "What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?" Her pubic hair had been trimmed down to a tiny knot.
"Oh," said Phil, "Oh, I get it," and he pulled off his wet trunks and hopped up on the bed beside he wriggling girl who lay back, arms and legs wide spread as his outsized prong jumped up, ready for action, despite being cold and wet.
"Eat me first," she said, ignoring his needs. "I just love that."
Phil kissed her open mouth and blinked. "Do what?"
"Lick my pussy, silly, use your tongue. Come on," she said planting her feet and pulling the boy's head down between her wide spread knees, bending his cock double against the mattress.
Phil did his best, not enjoying it much, but following the girl's moaned directions and lapping at her vulva industriously. He discovered her tiny clit with the tip of his tongue and Jill melted, squealing and shivering.
The boy quickly rose and impaled her with his stiff prick before she could fully recover. Her eyes opened widely and her lips parted. "Ohmigawd," she cried and then she fainted and went completely limp under the thrusting boy.
Phil stopped, fully inserted in her tight love box and shook her at the shoulders. Her head lolled from side to side, and she moaned. He rolled over, holding the hundred pounds of girl to him and lay back, rather enjoying the feel of his long prod jumping and squirming deep inside a female vagina whether she knew it or not.
Soon the girl's eyes fluttered open, and she sighed and wiggled. Phil enjoyed that and held her slim butt, thrusting upward into her and holding his cock extended until it jerked and flexed.
"Oh," the girl said, wide-eyed and pushing herself up above the slim boy who was deeper in her vagina that any male had ever been. "Oh, what are you doing?" She tried to squirm away, pushing on his chest.
"Do you want to stop?" he asked, confused.
She nodded and made her pouting lips a thin line as she felt his ram recoil and then extend again, rubbing across a highly sensitive places on the front wall of her pussy and giving her a warm and interesting thrill. "Wait, wait," she sighed when she could speak. "Do that again."
Phil did and Jill squealed and wiggled back up on his body and clamped his slim hips between her knees. She pushed herself upright on his loins. His young cock felt as if it was rearing up to the bottom of her throat, and she began rising and falling on the staff pleasuring her as she sometimes did on her mother's dildo, bringing the boy's hands up to her breasts where her nipples were hard and erect.
This was a new and enjoyable experience for Phil, and he felt as if he could fuck the blonde forever in this position since she was doing almost all the work. But then she trembled and spasmed atop him, clasping his hard member firmly and crying out wordlessly like a trapped animal. She fell on his chest, blubbering, and for a moment he thought she had fainted again, but she kept moaning and writhing as his hard-headed cock surged and jumped within her.
'Stop, stop," she moaned, "haven't you had enough?"
"OK," Phil said, "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" He relaxed but his penis did not.
"No, no, it's all right," the girl moaned as she rolled to her back and Phil rolled with her right into the good old missionary position that he had read about so often. He kept his weight on his elbows and just let his body do what it wished.
What it wished was more sex, a lot more sex, and he began humping the spent girl beneath him, humping her hard and deeply despite the fact that she seemed barely conscious of what was happening.
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