Incest/Taboo Cultivating Lilly

One afternoon, after enjoying a trip to Alcatraz Island, Uncle Lars had borrowed a large motor yacht from a client and they spent a lovely day touring San Francisco Bay. They had marveled at the enormous homes on Treasure Island and laughed hysterically when the boat encountered high seas as they passed under the Golden Gate Bridge.

The water calmed past the bridge as Uncle Lars steered the craft north, hugging the rugged but barren coastline. They anchored in a secluded cove for lunch, which was traditionally Swedish and included meatballs and a strong alcoholic beverage Daddy called schnapps. Lilly was mildly inebriated after her first.

Following lunch, Momma said she and Erik were going on the foredeck to sunbathe. Since Erik had helped prepare the meal, he was relieved from cleaning up. Momma said, "Girls, after you finish the dishes you can come out, too." Uncle Lars and Daddy retired to the parlor to play billiards.

When the dishes were clean, Louise decided to take a nap in one of the staterooms. Lilly excused herself to the restroom and when she returned, she found Cassy had gone but Momma and Erik had returned. They were pouring glasses of iced tea. "It's warm out there," said Mrs Vatspalt. Lilly wasn't surprised or bothered to see they were both nude; no one had considered bringing a bathing suit.

"Here, let me help." Lilly started to pull some glasses from the cabinet.

"Are you going to come out with us?" asked Erik.

"Sure."

Mrs. Vatspalt said, "We can get the tea, Lilly, if you'd like to undress and go find Cassy."

"Okay, thanks." She wasn't wearing much to begin with - her bra and panties were on the seat in the van - and it took only a moment to shed her sundress.

Erik said to his mother, "My chest is getting pink."

Mrs. Vatspalt looked over her son's body. "So is the rest of you. Lilly, can you get him while I finish?"

"Okay." Lilly grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from the counter and squirted the lotion into her hands. She started at the back of his neck and worked downward. The hours of soccer practice had toned him completely and the muscles beneath his smooth skin were hard. As always, touching him was a pleasant experience, especially when she worked the lotion over the firm cheeks of his bottom.

As Mrs. Vatspalt poured the tea, she said, "Louise told me about Josh."

Erik perked up. "Who's Josh? Is that Lilly's boyfriend?"

"Shush, Erik," said his mother. "I'm not speaking with you." There was hardness in her voice.

"Fine, fine." He waved a hand. "I was just asking."

Mrs. Vatspalt had finished pouring and stood next to Lilly. "Did you enjoy it?"

More excitement from Erik. "Enjoy what? What happened? Lilly, did you fuc...um...have sex with this guy?" He looked quickly to his mother, hoping he'd caught himself in time. "Who is he?"

"That will be enough from you." Momma slapped Erik's bottom. "Not another word."

Erik harrumphed.

Lilly didn't say anything but she looked to Mrs. Vatspalt and nodded. Mrs. Vatspalt pulled her close, their nude bodies crushed together, "I'm so proud of you." Lilly wasn't bothered by the embrace and returned the affection. Mrs. Vatspalt whispered in Lilly's ear as they hugged, "She told me of your desire to perform oral sex." Lilly tried to push away but Mrs. Vatspalt held her tight. "It's okay, Lilly. It's completely natural." Mrs. Vatspalt released her and Lilly looked into the woman's eyes. She was smiling and nodding her head and Lilly found she was, too. "It's another step," said Mrs. Vatspalt. "An important one."

"What step? What are you guys talking about?" asked Erik.

Lilly said, "It's none of your business. I'm talking to Momma." She had returned to applying sunscreen and had worked her way down to his ankles. "Turn around."

"I'd be very honored to show you, Lilly," Momma said.

Lilly had to think about that as she rubbed the lotion into Erik's chest. She asked, "You and Daddy?" She and Cassy had spied on Mr. and Mrs. Vatspalt having sex numerous times over the last few months and on several occasions Lilly had seen Mrs. Vatspalt suck her husband's cock until he came in her mouth.

"We would have no issue with that approach. But..." her eyes slid to Erik, "I had someone else in mind."

Lilly looked to Erik's sex. She was kneeling in front of him now, her hands working the lotion into his muscled thighs; his member swung heavily in her face. He had finally picked up on their discussion and was becoming hard. She watched its movement as she applied the lotion and determined there would be no shame in learning on him.

"I don't mind, Lilly," he said quietly and with respect. "It's how Cassy learned." Lilly stopped rubbing Erik's body. She was startled.

"I didn't know that, Erik," said his mother. "When did this happen?"

Erik's cheeks bloomed. "Before we left Sweden."

Mrs. Vatspalt smiled approvingly. "I'm glad you two did it together. I was worried she would teach herself with strangers."

Lilly had observed both sisters suck their brother's cock while preparing to shave him. Neither girl had not told her about actually giving Erik head. But as she thought about it for a moment, it made perfect sense. The Vatspalt's practical approach to sexuality would obviously lead to something like that happening. She made a mental note to ask Cassy about it.

Eyeing Erik's cock, Lilly put a finger to her lip as she thought. She was intensely curious and learning now would save her embarrassment later, when she really wanted to perform such an act on someone she liked. She knew the Vatspalt's would be respectful and supportive. Then she thought of Robby, his seed flowing into her mouth as she knelt in front of him. Lilly said, "Okay. I would like that."

Smiling radiantly, Momma said, "It's settled then," and went to her knees next to Lilly. "We'll go slowly, sweetheart." Patting Lilly's leg, she said, "Just take him into your mouth."

Lilly reached up to take hold of his penis and Mrs. Vatspalt stopped her. "No hands, honey. Just your mouth."

"How come?" She'd seen plenty of blow jobs on the internet and the girls always jacked the man off as they sucked his cock. As usual, Momma knew what she was thinking.

"Lots of girls use their hands to stimulate the shaft while just placing their mouth over the tip. In my opinion that's cheating both partners. She's taking the easy way out and not truly working to coax his orgasm with her mouth and he doesn't get to enjoy the proper experience."

"Okay." Lilly sized up her approach and dropped her head tentatively. Parting her lips, she scooped Erik's member into her mouth. Even though he wasn't completely hard, he filled her. The lotion was fragrant; his body smelling of coconut and butter. She instantly knew she enjoyed the feeling of a man's cock in her mouth. Between her legs, her special place stirred. Her heart rate began to elevate.

"Use your tongue to roll it, honey. Push it around your mouth. Feel it against your teeth and your cheeks. Explore and become familiar with it. This will arouse him." And it did. Erik stepped closer and Lilly's nose rubbed against the taut skin of his abdomen. She felt him grow and she gently bit upon it; his length descending past her molars.

"That's it Lilly. Now slowly pull back, keeping your lips sealed around the shaft. That's it, sweetie. You're doing great," said Mrs. Vatspalt. "When you feel the tip against your lips, stop. Good. Now flick your tongue against the bottom of the head a few times." Momma watched Lilly's mouth work and smiled. "Take a moment to release him." Erik's cock stood at full attention and bounced off his stomach. Her saliva made it shine and a thick drop of his essence pushed out from the tip.

"Now, honey," said Momma, "Place your tongue at the bottom of his testicles and lick upward. Good. That's very good. All the way to the tip and when you get to the top, slide your tongue all the way back down. That's excellent, sweetheart. When you get back to the top, pull him into your mouth and suck hard on the tip."

Lilly did as instructed and when she sucked the end of his dick, Erik groaned and took hold of her braided pigtails. He pulled her mouth down the length of his penis and Lilly gagged when the fattened tip pushed passed her uvula. He thrust his hips forward, forcing himself down her throat. Lilly's stomach lurched. Her eyes went wide and she pressed her palms against Erik's hips.

"Erik! Don't be so rough with her." There was an urgency to Mrs. Vatspalt's voice. "Let go of her hair."

Erik immediately released Lilly's pigtails. "Sorry, Momma."

Lilly pulled off him entirely. She was coughing and her eyes were watery. She sniffled and looked to Mrs. Vatspalt. "I'm sorry I did it wrong." She coughed again and started to cry.

"It's okay, sweetie. You were doing wonderfully." She held Lilly's face, using her thumbs to wipe away the tears. "Erik was only doing what comes naturally."

"I'm sorry, Lilly." His head was down and his cheeks were bright red. She knew he was being honest.

"It's okay. I'm sorry, too." Lilly saw that his penis had softened considerably. She'd failed and the moment was gone. She hitched and the tears started to flow again.

"Erik, just please don't grab her," said his mother. "At first, when girls are learning, they like it when boys are gentle. They have to go at their own pace."

"Yes, Momma. I'm sorry. Cassy and Louise like it when I do that. I thought Lilly would, too."

"Everyone is different." Mrs. Vatspalt looked at Lilly and back to her son. "Do you want to try again?"

Lilly eyed Erik's penis. It dripped with her saliva and it was both beautiful and, now, a little frightening.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," he said softly. He sounded dejected.

"That's right, Lilly," Mrs. Vatspalt said. "It's always your decision."

After a moment, Lilly said, "I want to keep going but..." The desire to make Erik climax in her mouth was powerful. She wanted the experience. She wanted to taste him. But he had been so forceful and strong. "I'm afraid." She hitched forward and fresh tears welled in her eyes. "I'm sorry I'm so terrible at this."

"Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for," said Momma. "This is all new and you're learning. The fact that you're so open to even trying says a lot about your desire to grow sexually and emotionally. Here, let me help you up." Lilly took the woman's hand as Erik stepped across the kitchen. His penis was small and limp and this made Lilly feel worse. She had failed and felt miserable.

There was a long silence as Lilly studied the floor. Finally, she drew up the courage. "Erik," she asked, "Can I talk to Momma alone?" He nodded and apologized again before grabbing the two glasses of tea and heading to the sun deck.

"Mrs. Vatspalt, can I ask you something?"

The woman's brow furrowed. "Uh oh, you didn't call me 'Momma.' This must be serious." She took a seat at the table. "Come here, Lilly. Sit with me." Lilly sat and Mrs. Vatspalt patted Lilly's hand, "You can ask me anything. You know that."

"I know. Thank you." Lilly considered how to approach the subject for a moment. Then she asked, "How old were you the first time you had sex?"

Mrs. Vatspalt looked at her thoughtfully. "I was eighteen the first time a boy penetrated me with his penis and climaxed inside me; a little younger than you," she said. "But what I did and how old I was when I did it has no bearing on this conversation, Lilly. You're asking because you think you're ready to have sex."

"I am," said Lilly. "I want to feel a guy's penis inside me."

Mrs. Vatspalt said, "Didn't that just happen?"

Lilly nodded. She understood. "Yes, but my mouth is different. I want him to ejaculate inside my vagina." Ejaculate and vagina were not words Lilly would use around her contemporaries; she had a potty mouth like every other person her age. But she knew that referring to her special place as her fitta, and the act as coming wouldn't sit well with Mrs. Vatspalt. Sex and sexuality were an open topic in their home but Cassy's parents insisted that it not be denigrated with slang or inappropriate language. It was this honesty that made it comfortable for Lilly to be naked with them, literally and figuratively.

"Penile penetration of your vagina for the first time is a beautiful experience, honey. It really is," said Mrs. Vatspalt. "The closeness and intimacy of allowing a man inside your body is something you never forget. Once you get past your nervousness and are comfortable in your abilities as a lover, you will emotionally and physically crave the feeling of it more and more."

Lilly doubted she could crave it anymore than she felt now.

"The feeling of it within you is...incredibly satisfying. Your vagina is filled, your labia melding to his contours as he pushes deeper into your body. And his climax is...well...kind of like a hot river coursing through your womb." She was smiling warmly, clearly thinking back. "There is a connection between your naked bodies that is simply delectable."

"Will you tell me about it? About your first time?" Lilly asked. The welcome liquid warmth seeped from her special place and there was no embarrassment when she parted her thighs to look at her sex.

"Maybe someday, honey." Mrs. Vatspalt covered Lilly's hands with hers. "But why are you so anxious? You have plenty of time."

Lilly shrugged. Finally she said, "Because I'm ready."

Mrs. Vatspalt made a face and Lilly knew she'd made a mistake. The woman said, "I think you still have some growing to do."

Lilly cocked her head. "How so?"

The woman didn't say anything for a moment. Then she stood and walked to the bank of cabinets on the far wall. "Hop up on the table, honey. I want to show you something." Lilly wasn't sure what Cassy's mother was up to but she stood and scooted up onto the table. Mrs. Vatspalt found what she was looking for and when she turned around, Lilly saw the woman holding a plastic condiment bottle filled with a light-yellow liquid. There was something handwritten in black letters across the face. The top of the bottle had a narrow nozzle about three inches in length that culminated in a small opening. "Lye back, sweetie, and put your feet on the table." Curious, Lilly obeyd, resting on her elbows so she could watch. Mrs. Vatspalt held up the bottle. "You have to spread your legs, honey. I won't hurt you, I promise. It's just grapeseed oil."

"Sorry." She didn't know what grapeseed oil was but allowing Momma access to her fitta wasn't of any concern. Lilly set her ankles far apart and let her knees fall open.

"Good girl." Lilly sighed; she liked being a good girl.

Mrs. Vatspalt gently shoved the nozzle into her special place. It was small and Lilly's fitta was damp; it caused no discomfort as she thrust. "What can happen when a boy ejaculates inside your vagina?" She squeezed the bottle, forcefully injecting the oil.

It was yet another wonderful first. Lilly yipped and bucked on the table as her vale filled; her breasts jumped. Mrs. Vatspalt pushed the bottle deeper to keep it from dislodging and placed her other hand atop Lilly's mons, applying pressure to keep her in place. "Don't close your legs, Lilly. Lye still. Just a little more." Lilly struggled against the pressure, tightening her muscles down there to stem the tide and gripping the table's edge. She threw her head back and grunted with the effort until it was simply impossible to hold back. Gasping, she let go and the oil purged from her womb, streaming from her lower lips and into the fold of her bottom, before spilling out onto the table.

Mrs. Vatspalt finally withdrew the bottle. She set it aside and gently rubbed her palm against Lilly's special place, which felt wonderful. The oil was warm and slick and very pleasant against her skin. Breathing hard and feeling like a complete idiot, Mrs. Vatspalt had made her point. Lilly said, "I could get pregnant."

"Right."

"I knew that."

"I know you did, honey. Now be still while I clean you up."

Slightly dazed, Lilly lay back on the table, staring at the teakwood ceiling as the oil dribbled from her fitta. Mrs. Vatspalt dabbed a warm, wet towel between her thighs. "But I am ready," she said plaintively as she absently twirled a finger around her nipple.

"Really? You want to become a mother at 19?"

Lilly huffed as the woman pushed the cloth into her special place. "No, of course not."

"Turn over and get on your hands and knees." Lilly did as she was told and Mrs. Vatspalt dabbed the towel over the cheeks of her bottom before delving deeper into the pleat, her finger ultimately pushing the terrycloth into Lilly's stanga. "I need you to spread your legs wider."

"Okay." Grunting, Lilly was pushed forward by the woman's insistent probing and when she finished she sat back at the table. Lilly slid forward and rolled over to once again face the ceiling, sprawling across the table, her knees akimbo. Finally, Mrs. Vatspalt grasped Lilly's pinky and said, "Honey, you have options."

Lilly harrumphed. "I know. The boy could wear a condom."

"Yes, that's one approach. But I think what you really want to experience is his ejaculate inside your vagina."

Lilly nodded. "Very much."

"Louise told me that you wanted more from Josh. And I could see your earnest approach with Erick," said Mrs. Vatspalt. "You enjoy the feeling of it, don't you?"

Lilly placed a hand on her tummy and Mrs Vatspalt placed her hand atop Lilly's. "It tastes good and makes me feel..." she struggled to find the word and finally boiled it down to, 'wonderful.'"

"I know exactly how you feel, sweetie." She stroked Lilly's hair. "It's so different from how our bodies react to an orgasm." She chuckled. "I wouldn't want to be a man or have a penis, but the fact that their climaxes produce all the feelings we enjoy combined with the forceful ejaculation of sperm is very alluring isn't it?"

She looked at Mrs. Vatspalt, her eyes wide. "I don't think I would ever be able to explain any better. That's it, exactly."

"Consuming it - orally, vaginally or anally - is incredibly satisfying." The woman pouted. "And a condom won't allow that. You and I both know that."

Lilly nodded. The idea of such an impersonal experience was of no interest. On the internet, she'd researched the task of fitting a condom over a hardened cock. It was embarrassing and she felt sorry for guys that had to endure the humiliation.

Mrs. Vatspalt waggled the bottle. "You could make do with this. It's not real, of course, but the sensation is similar." Mrs. Vatspalt considered the bottle. "Actually, since you control the pressure and the amount, it's kind of interesting to think about." Lilly looked at her with a bored expression and the woman laughed. "I know, I know, not what you were hoping for."

"No, not even close. I want the closeness of him near me. I want to smell him and feel him."

"No toy will ever replace being with a man, honey, I know that," said Mrs. Vatspalt. Thinking for a moment, she finally said, "When I was your age..."

"What?"

"On the day of my eighteenth birthday, my mother took me to see her gynecologist, who put me on birth control. I did the same for Louise and Cassy when they turned 18."

Lilly frowned."I have to tell my mother to make a doctor's appointment, don't I?" She realized she'd be a virgin forever; she could never talk to her mother about something so personal.

"Not necessarily," said Mrs. Vatspalt. "At your age, you can go by yourself or you can take someone with you."

"I've never seen a gynecologist."

It made her nervous and Mrs. Vatspalt could see this. She said, "There is nothing to be afraid of, Lilly."

"I wouldn't even know who to call. What does it cost?"

"It depends on the health insurance your parents have." This startled Lilly.

"Would my parents find out?"

Mrs. Vatspalt nodded. "They would, in as much as they may receive a bill in the mail."

Lilly was shaking her head. "No way. They would kill me if they found out I was on birth control."

Cassy's mother considered and finally said, "I could take you to see my gynecologist. Louise and Cassy see him as well," she said. "Doctor Malstrom is from Sweden but he has an office in Menlo Park."

Menlo Park was outside of Palo Alto and Lilly thought the chances of running into a classmate were slim. "How much would it cost?"

Mrs. Vatspalt shook her head. "Nothing. He would see you as a favor to me."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

She hugged Mrs. Vatspalt. "Thank you."

Now Mrs. Vatspalt looked concerned. "Hold on young lady. Going on birth control doesn't mean you're ready to have sex. You do remember what we talked about in my bedroom, don't you?"

Lilly looked sullen. "I have to be ready emotionally. I know."

"Honey, I can't prevent you from having sex. In fact, the opposite is true. I want you to experience the joy and passion sex provides. But I do hope you will take your time so that you will clearly recognize the moment when it's right for you."

Lilly didn't say anything. Looking at herself, she said, "I'm still all oily, I'm going to take a shower."

Thirty minutes later, Lilly strolled back into the kitchen on her way to the sun deck. Her hair was wet and she hadn't bothered to dry herself as the day was warm. She had masturbated in the shower and felt serenely relaxed.

Momma was still there, tidying up the mess she and Lilly had made. Uncle Lars was leaning against the counter and talking quietly with his sister. He stood naked and was rubbing sunscreen over his broad shoulders. By now, Lilly had seen all of the men naked many times over the last few weeks as they all regularly sunbathed nude around the Vatspalt's pool. Even so, she was always struck by the powerful beauty of their kuks and balls and she wasn't shy about taking another lingering look at him now. But aside from his manhood, he was just an attractive man. His strong jawline highlighted a sweet smile and his longish blonde hair fell across his dark blue eyes.

Momma said, "I was just telling Uncle Lars about what happened with Erik."

Lilly looked at the floor, ashamed. "I'm sorry."

He laughed, "I think you know by now that you have nothing to be sorry for."

Lilly nodded but kept her eyes down. "It felt like I was trapped," she said. "I choked."

"That's just a natural reaction," he said, "when you have something large jammed down your throat." His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Just so you know, Lilly, a guy likes it when the girl chokes or gags on his penis."

She looked at him quizzically. "They do?" Lilly felt that she'd ruined the moment when it happened.

Nodding, he said, "The act of kneeling before a man and taking his penis in your mouth is, symbolically, very submissive on your behalf. He is exerting his power over you and when you choke it's an indication to him of that power."

"Kneeling in front of a man is a very subordinate position for the woman," Momma noted.

Uncle Lars took a sip of tea and continued. "He stands above you and is in a commanding position, similar to the old paintings you see of kings standing on raised balconies above their fiefdoms, their peasants kneeling before them. But when she kneels before him to perform oral sex, and he thrusts forward, he is quite literally stabbing her in the face with his penis. That she willingly allows this to take place represents her passivity and acceptance of his dominance over her." He took another drink. "At least that's one way of interpreting it."

Thinking back on her time with Josh and now Erik, Lilly couldn't see another way of looking at it and she asked, "Is there another interpretation?"

"Yes," he said. "You could easily make the argument that the woman actually holds all the power. She controls the situation entirely. He has to be content with only releasing his sperm into her mouth, which is something he has no control over. She dictates everything and all he can do is respond by what comes naturally, which is, obviously uncontrolled."

Lilly was right back to where she always found herself when it came to the Vatspalt's and sex: clueless. But he made an excellent point. "I see what you mean."

"That's another step," said Mrs. Vatspalt. She smiled at Lilly.

He said, "In a healthy sexual relationship, dominance and supplication can be freely transferred between all parties."

"When I mount Daddy," Mrs. Vatspalt said, "I am exerting power over him. It's through my movements on his penis that allows him to ejaculate."

Lilly was taken aback. She had never thought about it from that perspective. Uncle Lars was nodding. "But it can go both ways. Sometimes a man will exert the power, such as Erik did when he pulled you onto his penis and thrust his hips. However, what if he only stood there and you pushed your mouth over it? Wouldn't that be an entirely different perspective to the same situation?"

"Huh," Lilly said, "I see what you mean."

Mrs. Vatspalt said, "I hope Erik's approach didn't scare you, Lilly. Orally stimulating the genitals is one of the most enjoyable aspects of sex." She whispered, "And having a big penis in your mouth always feels good." She winked at Lilly, who grinned in response.

"Did you enjoy Erick's penis in your mouth," asked Uncle Lars. Lilly nodded and looked at his manhood. Like Daddy and Erick, Uncle Lars was shaved smooth. Even soft, the fattened, dark veins stood out as they ran down the thick shaft and his balls hung low on each side of it like a heavy sack carrying two large gems. His skin was tanned and smooth and he didn't have much body hair. He shifted his weight and the rosey circumcised tip bumped against his toned thighs. He was a beautiful man physically. But he was also kind and thoughtful and non-threatening. He was generous and intelligent and it was obvious he cared for her; if not physically, at least emotionally.

Looking at Lilly, he slowly scooped his manhood and balls in one large hand, a generous number of inches hung past his clenched fingers and his testicles dangled between them. Nothing was said between them for some time.

"Do you enjoy looking at Uncle Lars' penis?" Momma asked.

Lilly nodded, never taking her eyes from his quickly growing kuk, she licked her lips. "I think it's beautiful."

He was not embarrassed to touch himself in front of her and Lilly became intensely aroused. "It makes me feel good that you enjoy looking at it," he said. He ran his finger from the plump head, down the shaft and finally over his balls before taking it in his hand once again.

Eyeing Lilly, Momma said, "I think you should try again."

"I will," she said, "Someday." Lilly unconsciously licked her lips again.

"How about now," said Momma. She was smiling at her brother.

Lilly said nothing as she gazed at Uncle Lars' growing manhood. He let go of himself and it slapped against his leg with considerable weight. The open approach the Vatspalt's took regarding sex made Lilly feel secure. It reminded her of her first gymnastics coach. She still remembered the woman's words: "Failure isn't really failing. It's learning."

Lilly said, "I would like that." She took a step toward Uncle Lars.

"Then let's start again," Mrs. Vatspalt repeated as she knelt in front of her brother, taking Lilly by the hand and guiding her to the floor. "But this time, Lilly, try this." Mrs. Vatspalt leaned forward, her hand taking hold of his drooping sack. She worked her fingers between his testicles and presented one to Lilly's mouth. "It may be easier if you start small."

Lilly liked this approach and she eagerly dipped her head lower. Pulling his left testicle into her mouth, she immediately realized it was easier than accommodating Erik's penis. It was like eating a large cherry tomato. Using her tongue, she rolled it in her cheeks and sucked at it fervently. His skin was supple and a little salty tasting.

Uncle Lars hitched forward, small creases forming on his forehead. Lilly released it and licked the loose skin between them before pulling the other one into her mouth. She nibbled it lightly and smiled up at him. He smiled back and caressed her cheek.

"Be gentle, but purposeful," said Mrs. Vatspalt. She offered more advice and then went quiet, allowing Lilly to focus on the task at hand; letting her conduct her own research.

Lilly went from one to the other, laying her tongue flat against the wrinkled pocket, licking from back to front, Uncle Lars' penis laying heavily across her face. With effort, she managed to consume them both at once, her eyes on his, flicking her tongue from one to the other and using it to press them against the roof of her mouth as she suckled. He tasted good and she smiled around her meal.

"That's terrific, Lilly," said Mrs. Vatspalt. "Look how aroused you've made him." His kuk pointed strongly upward, the tip pressing to his abdominal muscles above his belly button.

As she worked, Lilly realized how excited she'd become. The warm, welcoming fluid seeped from her special place and she wanted to touch herself. But she thought it would be selfish and wrapped her hands around Uncle Lars' hips instead. She felt his fruits start to recede as his erection grew and she sucked at them with force, finally clamping her teeth at the top of his sack to keep them from escaping. When she did this, his stomach lurched again and his hand twisted into her hair, but he did not pull her off.

"Are you ready to try again?" asked Mrs. Vatspalt? Still attached to his testicles, Lilly nodded.

Mrs. Vatspalt smiled and without waiting for further approval, Lilly released his fruits and quickly swallowed as much of his dick as she could. Her mouth filled with saliva and it coated the thick, roughly veined shaft. Uncle Lars closed his eyes so she looked to Mrs. Vatspalt for direction.

"Good girl. Now just bob your head gently. Suck as you move forward, then release as you pull back," said Mrs. Vatspalt. "Run your tongue around it. It's okay to bite, but be gentle."

Mrs. Vatspalt took a hold of her pigtails, gently gliding, forcing her to accept more of Uncle Lars' kuk with each forward thrust. "Breath through your nose, Lilly. That will help to prevent the gagging reflex." She tried pulling Lilly free and Lilly strained against it hungrily, her nails digging into his taught buttox. "Just the tip now, sweetie. Good. Suck and nibble and lick." Lilly obeyed and she could tell he was close. He was sweating and groaning as she applied suction to his shaft. Her saliva had grown thick and salty with his extract.

"Now all the way in."

Lilly's head was pushed forward forcefully, Uncle Lars' dick ramming into the back of her throat and then further down her neck. Lilly gagged and tried to pull back but Mrs. Vatspalt was strong and held her in place. "You can do this, honey. Open your throat." And then Lilly took a deep breath through her nose. The retching sensation subsided. Tears filled her eyes and she gagged again; as much on his kuk as her own saliva. But Mrs. Vatspalt held her in place, "Swallow it, sweety. Pull him down your throat." Lilly willed her throat to open and sucked and released and sucked and released, the muscles in her neck constricting tightly on his shaft; breathing quickly through her nose. She was doing it! Her face pressed against his abdomen; his manhood deep inside her neck. She made gurgling, slurping noises as she diligently worked.

After a moment, Mrs. Vatspalt released her and now Lilly was moving on her own; quickly bobbing her head, swallowing Uncle Lars entirely and then pulling off. Her tongue encircling his girth, her lips a tight seal around the shaft. She, too, was sweating and her breasts heaved, slapping against his thighs. Thick ropes of sticky saliva dripped from her mouth and onto her breasts, the floor and even his legs.

He was fully inserted into her mouth, the tip of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, when his eruption came without warning. Uncle Lars shuddered and his essence shot forcefully down Lilly's neck. It felt like she was drowning and she pulled off him entirely; a fount of his ejaculate spurting from her mouth and his cock. It splashed on her face and her breasts and on Mrs. Vatspalt's breasts as well. Lilly was coughing and gasping for air. Momma laughed and hugged Lilly. "You did it, sweetheart! You did it! I'm so proud of you."

Lilly was smiling too. "I did it!" The salty extract coated her throat and warmed her belly. "Thank you for helping me." Uncle Lars had staggered back and was leaning against the cabinet, sweat rolling down his face and chest. He was breathing heavily, his penis glistened and was still standing at attention.

They all caught their breath for a moment.

"Here, I know it's sticky. Let me help." Mrs. Vatspalt used her thumb to push the droplets of his seed that had splashed onto Lilly's face into her mouth. Next, she scooped the larger blobs from Lilly's breasts into her palms and presented them. Looking up to him, Lilly drank and slurpled from the woman's hand.

"Let me take care of this," Momma said, then slowly licked the remaining residue clean from Lilly's flesh, gently sucking her nipples as she did so. It felt wonderful and natural and Lilly pushed Mrs. Vatspalt's face to her breasts. "God," she whispered as Uncle Lars watched them.

In another moment, Lilly's skin gleamed and her nipples were pointed stubs. She was intensely aroused and she leaned forward, paying Mrs. Vatspalt the same courtesy; licking and consuming the hardening ejaculate from the woman's breasts.

It was another first.

Months ago, she would have shuddered at the thought of licking a girl's breasts, much less those of a woman Mrs. Vatspalt's age. But here, on this boat, with this family, there was nothing wrong with taking such action. And Lilly enjoyed herself. She didn't feel self-conscious or rushed. She took her time and pondered Momma's conical nipples languidly; her tongue flicking, her mouth gently sucking; raising the flesh and hardening the creamy nubs. Cassy's mother was encouraging and loving. She pressed Lilly to her flesh, as a mother would her newborn. When Lilly finished, Momma said, "Do you have anything to say, sweetie?"

Lilly looked up to Uncle Lars with a smile. "Thank you," she said.

He replied in kind and added, "I made you choke." His penis remained hard and he stroked it absently. Lilly didn't want to stop looking at it. She'd accomplished something important this afternoon; had taken another step to becoming sophisticated and mature. But she quickly realized she wanted more. She wanted to fuck him...badly.

"It's okay. I kind of liked it." Then she thought and said, "That's not true, Uncle Lars. I liked it a lot. I really liked it. I'm just sorry I didn't swallow it all." And she wasn't lying. The act of pleasuring him with her mouth had been intensely enjoyable. It felt right and she loved him for allowing her to learn from him, even if it hadn't been perfect.

He blushed and smiled and his sister said, "That's terrific, Lilly. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Lilly nodded and they talked about it some more; laughing at some parts until Uncle Lars excused himself to join Erik and Cassy on the sun deck.

"Come with me, honey," Momma said, taking Lilly by the hand. "I want you to show Daddy what you learned."

"Yes, Momma."
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