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Ian Stuart: Home-Made Loving

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“You are so uncomfortable,” she told him gently. “Why not slip your trunks off? A young boy gets so excited when he does what you are doing.” Without further invitation, he skinned the trunks down, and his rampant cock swung out and up, slapping against his sweaty belly with a wet, snapping sound. As he returned to playing with her tits, rolling and palming them, squeezing them, tugging at the darkened, quivering nipples, she kept her eyes upon his throbbing prick and thought how it would feel slipping deep into her juicy cunt, or deep into her slurping throat. She had seen only one other cock as big as this of her young son and she recalled it now vividly. It had belonged to her Uncle Benny. One summer he had stayed at her home while he worked, saving money to go to college. He was twenty and she was just beginning to develop, and had been instructed by a girlfriend recently fucked by her brother all about how the big cock could slip way up into your body and make you almost faint as it erupted with hot, slick cum again and again. One afternoon, when all were away from the house but she and her uncle, she went to his bedroom to take some ironed shirts into him. He had taken a shower and was standing nude before his mirror, whistling softly and combing his hair. He did not see her at first, and she stood and stared, bug-eyed at the long, thick cock that swung out from his belly, half-hard, with a big, ruby head completely skinned back. Then he had seen her and turned.

She recalled nearly fainting. Her friend had not told her that it would be so huge. What she did not know then was that hugeness of cocks ran with the men in her family, and apparently Tim had inherited the equipment. Later, in a moment of play, she measured his cock, and found that her uncle had exactly eleven inches. It was as thick as her wrist and the knob was so large, it would scarcely fit into a regular teacup. He had shown all this to her later after they became regular sex partners. But this first occasion made her tremble with fear.

“Mara, you shouldn't come into rooms without knocking.” He stood and continued to comb his hair. His cock started bobbing and weaving, hardening and rising straight out from his belly. He was rapidly getting an erection from her looking at him. “I'm sorry, Uncle Benny. I had some ironing for you and I didn't know you were in here.”

She laid the things she held on the end of the bed, and then sat down upon it, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shining and big as she watched the trembling of the strange rod that swayed out in front of him, and the huge balls that swung back and forth between his thighs as he moved. Benny had moved to the bed and, pushing the ironed clothes aside, sat down beside her. His thigh brushed hers and it was like fire thrusting through her. The huge thing, with its swollen head and little eye of a slit, was only inches away from her hand. She wore shorts and a halter and she felt tiny, beaded nipples press outward on her tiny titties and a looseness and wetness begin in her crotch. She moved her legs aside and apart to relieve the pressure and he noticed.

“Honey, haven't you ever seen a man's cock before?” He put his fist about it and stroked it slowly up and down. A bead of clear liquid appeared at the slit and then ran down the side of his thick cock and onto his hand. He did not notice. He was watching her face.

“No. I saw little Jimmy Thrasher's when he peed here one day. But it was tiny and not stiff like yours.” “My pee-pee,” he smiled at her, “is a man's pee-pee and it is stiff like this because it feels good. Want to feel how hard it is?” She hesitated and then put out her hand timidly. Taking it, he placed it upon the thick shaft and closed the fingers around it. “Now move your hand up and down gently.”

He showed her how, moving her hand with his. She recalled now, so many years later, the hotness, so strong and thick her fingers would not close about it, the velvety softness of the skin. And more than anything else, the steel hardness under that soft skin. “You must not tell anyone what we are doing,” he told her. “Oh, I won't, Uncle Benny. This is funny. It feels funny,” she had said. She moved her legs more comfortably apart and one of his hands drifted to her plump thigh and then down into her crotch. She started. She, herself, often played with her cunny. But this was the first time anyone had ever done this to her. After a moment of hesitation, she spread her legs for him and one of his fingers found its way under the shorts leg and began to caress her little cunt. “Let's take off your shorts,” he had told her. “If you can see me this way, and touch me, then I should be able to do the same to you.” She did not hesitate for she was fearful he would take that wonderful plaything of his away from her. And she wanted to see more of it and do more things with it.

So she lay back, reluctantly releasing her hold upon his rampant cock, and quickly skinned out of her halter and panties. Then he lay down beside her and she found his cock again with an eager hand and began to pump him. She sprawled for him and his fingers began to caress her little clit, ran up and down the hot, slick slit, and found the small hole of her vagina, as yet unpenetrated. She noticed that her uncle was beginning to breathe deeply, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his increased tension and lust. She felt funny with his fingers moving in and out of her little pocket there between the thicker lips of her fuzz-surrounded cunt. She began to hunch against his fingers, instinctively, having never had male fingers pushing and touching at her there before. A warm, liquid feeling was spreading through her loins that she was enjoying thoroughly.

Uncle Benny's cock was streaming with his slick, clear pre-lubricating juice. It ran down out of the tiny slit in the purple knob, and dripped over her clasping fingers. But she continued to pump him, feeling the heat and the swelling suddenly becoming greater.

“Honey… I'm going to do something in a moment,” he had gasped to her, “so don't let it scare you.” “What are you going to do?” she gasped, his fingers having found her vagina and probing into the little hole there, enlarging, stretching it. It hurt a little, but at the same time it had felt so good. “When a man gets excited like this and his cock… gets big… and a woman does what you're doing,” he had groaned, thrusting into her tight little fist, “he explodes some sticky white stuff through his cock.” “Are you about to explode?” she asked, her breath panting. She was hunching her little hips against his finger now. “Oh, God yes!” Suddenly he had grabbed her and, before she knew what was happening, he had flipped her onto her back. Then, rising above her and spreading her chubby legs, he had begun to rub the throbbing, angry-red knob of his huge cock up and down the slick lips of her cunt. The puffy outer lips had parted and he had snugged the broad knob between them, pushing until they nearly surrounded it. Then he had circled it around and around, pushing a little, but not getting up into her. He made a hot, slick nest for his cockhead and then, groaning, holding the thick cock in his fist, and the cockhead securely in the little hole of her throbbing cunt, he came. White, thick globs of cum spurted into her and then out again, having no place to go. It covered her legs and her lower belly and then it began to just seep from him, and finally stopped. He had rubbed against her for a long time, making her feel good and wanting to do it again… Mara flashed the scene of her uncle over her, his dangling balls swaying, his rampant cock weaving from side to side, as he lowered it toward her tight little ass. Her eyes never left the engorged cock of her son, as it swayed to his movements, the cock-head thoroughly skinned back and the knob dark red and obviously swelling more and more as he touched her thigh with his hand, while rolling her tit with the other. “Oh, they are so pretty, Mom,” he whispered. “And the nipple gets hard just like my cock. I want to kiss it; is that all right?” “Timmy! You must think your mother is awfully loose to let you do things like that.”

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