"It's all part of growing up, dear," Barbara Jean said, reaching over to let her hand rest lightly on the teen's upper leg, halfway between his knee and his well-filled crotch.

"Yeah, I know," he said, suddenly uncomfortable, the touch of his aunt's hand against his naked flesh below his brief cut-offs feeling like a branding iron, seeming to sear a big red SEX right on his smooth skin. "Same of the guys talk about it in school, especially in gym, at the lockers."

"Do you strip down naked, Erik?" she asked, a shudder going through her groin at the thought of all his beautiful skin naked and available to her. "Do you shower together? I mean the guys in your… er… class?"

"Oh, yeah," he said, "a dozen of us in the shower room at the same time."

A whole dozen, she thought, and twelve cocks, big and juicy and so ready to be plucked for fucking that none of them could stand the agony of waiting for Barbara Jean to teach them how one second longer. Christ, what I wouldn't do to get my hands on all those beautiful hard pricks. I'd teach them a thing or two. I'd suck them and fuck them and play with them and make the whole damned shower room flow with hot spurting jism.

Just imagine, taking a bath in pure cum… oh, Christ! Her pussy spasmed and the lips slid moistly together all by themselves, parting slightly as her clitoris began firming up and filling with blood.

"Then some of your friends start bragging about what they're doing with their girlfriends," Barbara said. "Isn't that right? Talking about making out and things like that?"

"Well, yeah," Erik said reluctantly, as if he wasn't sure he should be talking about those things with anyone, much less with a grown-up woman whose hand seemed to be squeezing his flesh just a bit and moving higher up toward his crotch. He felt sure that his dick was stretching out to meet it, growing fat and hard and almost throbbing. "Only they don't mean anything by it. Most of the time, I think they're all lying. They don't do those things, not really."