Secret Class Ch. 02-03

"Okay, good. What about when things get heated? You did well when we practiced." Her voice was so gentle that I practically missed the fact that she was talking about how she stuffed her tongue down my throat not less than three hours ago. And maybe it was the way that she was so casual about it all that made me tell the truth. Maybe it was the fact that I really was scared.

"I don't know what to do in those moments," I mumbled even quieter than before.

She must have interpreted it as me being embarrassed about revealing that because she immediately hugged me tightly and stroked the back of my head. Her breasts were once more pressing against my chest and I could think of little else. "Don't worry Kam, it's okay. It's okay," she reassured me as she continued to stroke my head. "There's nothing to be self-conscious about."

After a little bit of holding that position, she released me but her hands moved to my biceps where she rubbed them affectionately.

"Now, let's practice. Where do you want to start?"

At this point, I had entirely lost my ability to speak coherent words at all, so I could only stare at her dumbly, mouth working like a fish's on dry land. She, of course, interpreted that much differently than how it should have been interpreted.

"Okay, don't worry, sweetie. We can start from the top." She scooched closer to me, until our shoulders were practically touching. "Same thing as last time. Take my chin and pull it close." Her deep green eyes fluttered and I could feel my stomach churning in both anxiety and excitement at the thought of what was to come. Even then, I didn't want to do this because I knew it was wrong but Aunt Kendra didn't really give me time to make a decision because she grabbed my hand and placed it on her chin herself.

"See?" She said, smiling genuinely. "It's not that hard. Don't try to make it a big deal or overthink it too much. Just let your body take you where it wants to go."

Then she leaned in again and suddenly our lips were interlocked. It was like another explosion was sounding off in my head, those sexy full lips of hers mashing against mine. Wet smacking sounds filled the room as I listened to her, letting my body take control. Her tongue once again darted into my mouth, warm and carrying her saliva.

My mind was reeling. She was really doing it again but this time she was making out with me on my bed. And her lips felt so soft, like an angel's breath upon my own.

"Good," she said, breaking away for a second. "Now you want to grab my breast." Then, without a moment to process the command, she resumed making out with me.

And I obeyed.

My hand gently, tenderly sought her tit and I palmed it through her shirt. My fingers sunk into its fleshiness once more and I simultaneously felt my Aunt's hands now caressing the back of my head and my chest. I tweaked on her nipple through the shirt before palming it again, relishing in the fact that there was no way I could ever get all of her breast to fit into my hand.

In between a kiss, she spoke once more. "Really play with it. You have to get the lady turned on. Be a little rough," she ordered.

I gripped it more fiercely then, my mind ordering me to stop this madness but my body now refusing to listen to anything except my Aunt's words. I knew it was fucked up. Actually, beyond fucked up. I shouldn't be grabbing her tit like it was a toy to play with. I shouldn't be making out with her like she was my girlfriend but I couldn't stop.

My other hand found her tit and I massaged both, squeezing them, squishing them together, pulling on them, massaging them in circles. Her tongue, wet in my mouth, continued its dance and my own fell into lockstep with hers.

She broke away once more, showing absolutely no sign of the intense moment affecting her, whereas I was probably looking more and more disheveled by the minute, cheeks burning red, eyes wild, hair a mess.

"At this point, you've likely warmed the young lady up enough that you can pull off her shirt. That also means you might encounter a bra which can be hard for some men to take off. Clearly, I'm not wearing one." She pointed to my hands which had not left her breasts. "So I can go put one on for you to try taking off."

My reptilian brain responded for me, drowning out the part of me that would have told her to stop. "I-it's ok," I said weakly.

She smiled warmly again. "Then pull it off."

I let go of her beautiful boobs and reached down, grabbing the bottom of the shirt and carefully pulling it up and over her head.

"You have two options here," she said once I had tossed her shirt aside. "You can either resume making out with the girl and fondling her or you can suck on her breasts."

Ok, that was something not even my reptilian brain could process.

"Wait what?" I asked but it came out so weakly that she must not have heard me that well.

"Here, let's go with the second so you can understand how to do it correctly."

She pushed my head into her massive cleavage and my soul damn near left my body at the feeling of those tits rubbing against my face. I was deep in the valley, so much so that they blocked out all the light.

"Essentially, what you're gonna do is lick and kiss the young lady's breasts. You want to move over to her nipples and start sucking on them. That usually feels quite pleasurable." Her fingers ruffled my hair as she spoke.

I was hesitant at first, my tongue only just peeking out, my kisses barely more than a press of the lips against her flesh but she wouldn't have any of it.

"A young lady will need more than just that, sweetie," she said softly before wedging my face in deeper. If this was paradise, I could certainly die happy.

I listened to her advice. My kisses soon became stronger and longer. More of my Aunt's pillowy titflesh filled my mouth as I continued to suckle, moving over to her nipple inch by inch. Her skin tasted faintly like peaches and the scent of her intoxicated me.

"That's right, sweetie. Just like that," she praised me.

I reached her fat, pink nipple and engulfed it in my mouth. My other hand went to massage her other breast as I worked on this one, circling it with my tongue before sucking on it like a baby at a teat.

"Oh," she said. "Oh. That does feel quite nice. Excellent technique. Yes, just like that, Kam."

I looked up from my suckles to see her head turned upward, neck bared entirely.

"Don't stop," Aunt Kendra ordered softly. "It's important that you keep the excitement going."

I let go of her right nipple with a satisfying pop and moved over to her left one. I swirled my tongue around the fat nub, enjoying its rubbery texture and the way it rose and became engorged the more attention I provided.

Right here, this was my dream, to be shoved into her breasts, to be able to worship these gravity-defying globes. It was so naughty but it just felt so right. There was no question at this point. I was absolutely a boobs man.

Aunt Kendra's hands had been caressing my head and chest but both suddenly moved downward and started to rub my extraordinarily stiff erection.

"After a certain point, someone has to break the ice and begin moving this forward. I would let you choose want you wanted to practice, either receiving or giving in this situation but playing with a woman's pussy and clit can be tough so I think it's better to start off more slowly." As she was talking, she popped my dick out from my jeans.

I gasped as I felt my Aunt grasp it in her hands. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and started to stroke me. I couldn't help but widen my eyes as pleasure shot through my dick from her pumping up and down. It ached and throbbed under her touch.

"Aunt Kendra," I sputtered, my chest suddenly feeling tight. "W-we can't do this." The words themselves were weak.

"Shh," she hushed me. "It's practice. Are you gonna panic when some young lady touches your penis? That doesn't seem like it'd be a fun experience. Just sit back and watch carefully so you know what to expect." Her hand worked carefully around my dick, massaging the crown as it reached the peak of each pump before sliding back down.

She leaned her head down and let some saliva drip onto my cock. "Some girls might be rough in their handjob skills so, if they are, you need to speak up for yourself and ask for some lube. Saliva works in a pinch but usually store-bought lube is the best." Her hand now made more lewd sounds due to the saliva, squelching loudly.

"Aunt Kendra," I said, trying again. "Please, we can't-"

I didn't even get to finish my sentence. My face was rather roughly shoved onto one of her nipples. My mouth was immediately filled with her supple titflesh and her hand kept my head in place, not allowing me off it.

"I'm not up for debating on this, young man. You're going to learn how to treat women right and I'm going to make sure of it."

I was surprised by the change in her tone. Before she had been so worried about me feeling comfortable and now she was scolding me. Did she really see this as ethically important, the same way a religious mother sees protecting their daughter's purity as an important moral issue?

Her stroking became harder, faster, and I could feel my balls swelling. My face was flushed with heat and I whispered through her tit. My toes curled as she continued her long strokes.

"You have two options at this point," Aunt Kendra said, probably noticing that I was quickly nearing the edge. "You can cum over their tits or their face but it's important you tell them what you want to do so they can figure out if they are comfortable with it. Since you're being uncooperative, I'm going to decide for you."

She released me from her breasts, spat on my dick once more, and rubbed faster, breasts jiggling with each stroke. The ache in my balls grew. I couldn't have held it off if I wanted to. I threw back my head and erupted right over her tits.

I moaned as spurt after spurt of cum painted her tits. Aunt Kendra didn't stop pumping as I bucked, squeezing more and more out. Pleasure slammed through me and I vaguely felt guilty about it but the incestuous bliss won out and my mind became singularly focused on the feeling of her delicate hands still stroking me.

"That's it," she purred. She wrung the last few drops out of my dick. I looked down to see that my pearly white cum had coated her breasts, gleaming in the light of the room.

Her hand didn't leave my dick until it had fully deflated.

"That's something else we need to work on. You lasted maybe a minute. Sexual stamina is usually a sore spot for men but I'm sure we can build it up. Anyway, I gotta go clean up!" The cheeriness returned to her voice and before I knew it, I was watching those amazing painted globes leaving the room.

I collapsed on the bed.

What the hell just happened?

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Aunt Kendra had come in to tell me 'good job' before she headed back to her room and that was pretty much the only contact and mention of what had transpired for the rest of the night. I mostly stayed in my room after that until hunger drew me out of my little cave. It had to have been nearing 1AM by the time I walked down the stairs and, to my surprise, Amy was there, making herself a sandwich.

"Oh, hi," I said awkwardly.

She sighed at seeing me, annoyed, and just continued making her sandwich. Even in the lowlight of the kitchen, I could see just how gorgeous she was. Her shirt black hair grazed her shoulders, loose shorts showed off her thick hips and butt, and a tank top brought a generous amount of attention to her breasts, ones that were probably the largest out of her siblings.

I stepped off the stairs and moved silently into the kitchen, keeping my head down. I tried to make my food quickly so that I could get out of her hair sooner. I opened the fridge and pulled out two slices of bread, some butter and some ham. It wasn't ideal but I knew it was something I could make fast.

I worked on the island while she worked on the counter. A tense silenced descended over us, or at least it was tense for me. I was practically sweating thirty second into making my sandwich. Focus on the sandwich. Focus on the sandwich, I repeated to myself.

"Stop hogging all the butter," I suddenly heard from behind me. I turned around to see Amy looking directly at me, scowling, hands on her hips.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I squeaked. I scrambled to grab it and give it to her. She swiped it out of my hands and returned to making her own sandwich. I didn't fail to notice the way her tits jiggled as she did so, making it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. I did my best to quell my rising shaft.

That, coupled with the anxiety of being next to her, caused me to accidentally drop my sandwich butter side down on the floor. It made quite a splat and my head snapped to look at Amy's reaction, fear now churning in my gut.

She groaned in a frustrated way. "God," she muttered beneath her breath as she stalked past me to the supply closet. I stood frozen in place, just staring at her as she dug out a washcloth and some Clorox wipes. She returned only to slap me on the head.

"You gonna help or just stand there, twerp?"

We both knelt down onto the ground and started to clean. She tossed me the washcloth and I picked up the bread, tossing it into the trash while I wiped at the mess. She waited until I was done to wipe up the rest with the Clorox wipes.

She was on her hands and knees, cleaning, back slightly arched and butt sticking out just a little. I couldn't help but notice the way her hair fell across her face nor the way in which she would tuck the runaway strands behind her ear. And from my position, I could see the gentle curving slopes of her breasts underneath her tank top.

I blushed furiously at the sight.

"What are you looking at, perv?" she asked, voice heated already.

"U-uh," I stuttered. "N-nothing."

She sighed in annoyance again. "Don't be such a creep."

She stood up, tossed the wipes into the trash, grabbed her food and left me all alone on the floor.

I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

Dammit, was I in love with her?