Karen was my first real lover, my first real relationship. I remember the first time just being in bed with her. Just me and my new lover, together, i... bed. It was so wonderful and thrilling to be with her and to get to know every inch of her and not have to worry about anyone finding us or yelling at me. We could do anything we liked. It was her place and our time together was completely our own. The memory of her body floods back in my mind. Slowly I explored her body, moving my hands along. A hint of sweet perfume, tinged with the stench of sex, teased my nose. Aunt Cindy gasped as if punched in the gut as she squeezed my helmet inside her. I decided to shrink myself a little. Not a lot, but enough to make it possible for her to keep going. Each additional inch brought new and interesting sounds. When she had half of my huge dick buried inside her warm pussy, I let it shrink just a little more. Dad stood up on the couch beside us, presenting his cock for his sister's luscious lips. "Chris came up to the two of us. Sara lit up as he took her hand."Hi, Sara. I hear you read quite an essay about Jack." We just got out of class five minutes ago." Yeah, I just heard it. You got applause and everything."They took off down the hall while I marveled at how the rumor line blew away most communications as far as speed was concerned.That was the least of my worries. Patty Johansen was the first of several girls to come up to me, throwing subtle to not-so-subtle hints about the. The house was even smaller on the inside. The livingroom, kitchen, and bedroom were all in the same vacinity. There were two doors off the side of the livingroom. I assumed they were a closet and a bathroom and then there was a bang from behind the first door. Gracin! I called out. Silence. I walked to the door and opened it up. A faint green light illuminated the stairs that led down to the basment. I knew it was my little light. I walked cautiously down the stairs, they were creeky and old so.