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When I Was A Kid
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Bi-Sexual Male / 47
My Naughty Aunt
The summer that I was ten years old (1987) my Mom was sick in the hospital so I went to spend the summer with my grandparents. My aunt, my Mom's little sister, was seventeen at the time and quite the P-Vert.
So my grandparents were retired and liked to travel when the weather was nice and one trip they made was three states away to visit my other aunt. So I was of course expected to go along as was my aunt. My grandfather had a big old station wagon with one of those roof luggage containers that was filled with our luggage and so was the back of the station wagon. My aunt and I had the back seat. Grandma rode shotgun. I liked to read science fiction books so I brought about a dozen with me and my aunt just liked to veg out and listen to whatever radio station played where we happen to be. I could always tell when she lost a station as we traveled because she would swear then adjust the tuning knob and swear repeatedly until she found another one. That happened half a dozen times going each way.
At one point I fell asleep. This is when I found out my aunt was a P-Vert. I woke up to the sensation of a hand inside my underwear and it wasn't my hand. I had not yet discovered masturbation being only ten but I did that day discover that my penis liked female hands even ones belonging to my aunt. She had a pleasantly snug grip and was very slowly moving her hand up and down perhaps a half inch in each direction. Then I felt a second hand begin to tickle my balls. I didn't dare open my eyes at first until my aunt whispered "Does it feel good?" I nodded with my eyes closed wondering if she would think I said it in my sleep then realizing I didn't care if she did or not. After a little while her hand came off my dick and I was disappointed until I felt lips, wet, warm sucking lips. She took me all the way in and then stuffed my balls in her mouth for good measure. I reached down at that point and ran my fingers through her ass length straight dark brown silky hair. She did this for probably a couple of hours until my grandfather announced the exit indicating it would be less than another half hour of driving before I reached my other aunt's house.
Thus ended my first ever blow job, or so I thought.
Later that night while I was asleep on the sofa in the basement rec room of my second aunt's house my first aunt, who for whatever reason was also assigned to sleep in the same room except on the floor in a sleeping bag, found her way back to my groin area and finished that excruciatingly pleasant second half of my first blow job and I think she spent a good three hours at it before I finally had my very first orgasm dry though it was. I knew my blow job was over because my penis didn't want to be touched any more after that explosion of unbearable pleasure. My aunt seemed disappointed but satisfied herself by using my left hand like a dildo for another hour or so until she had what I assumed was a very nice orgasm.
The entire week went like that. Every chance my aunt got she touched me in the most delightfully inappropriate ways and it always ended late in the evening or early in the morning with a wonderful climax, mine first then hers. In between she taught me how to kiss, explained more about sex than I imagined existed and gave me lots of affection.
I never did understand why the trip to my other aunt's house was the catalyst for our sex play since I had already spent the first two weeks of the summer at my grandparent's house and much of that time in the presence of my aunt. When we got back to my grandparent's house my aunt continued her attention on me. I ate it up, not just the physical attention but the compliments. She must have told me a hundred times that I was the cutest little angel and gorgeous and sexy and I had the prettiest eyes and the most kissable lips and so on. She wasn't ugly either though I never really thought about her looks until that summer.
Then the summer ended and my Mom came home from the hospital and I didn't not see my aunt again until Christmas by then I was eleven. My aunt gave me the best Christmas g*fts that year. First she gave me the usual toys typical of what eleven year old boys liked in those days then she gave me a box of 100 assorted science fiction paperbacks (all used but it didn't matter since I hadn't read any of them) and then when she me alone in my bedroom she gave me a stack of adult magazines, a box of condoms and a more personal g*ft that took her a couple of hours to give me while my parents and grandparents played poker all night while I was playing poke her all night.
When I was 17 my aunt lost interest in me and turned her attention to my little cousin in Florida where she decided to apply for a job. I never saw her again. That was 1994. Mom told me she's in prison now but I don't know where.
So my grandparents were retired and liked to travel when the weather was nice and one trip they made was three states away to visit my other aunt. So I was of course expected to go along as was my aunt. My grandfather had a big old station wagon with one of those roof luggage containers that was filled with our luggage and so was the back of the station wagon. My aunt and I had the back seat. Grandma rode shotgun. I liked to read science fiction books so I brought about a dozen with me and my aunt just liked to veg out and listen to whatever radio station played where we happen to be. I could always tell when she lost a station as we traveled because she would swear then adjust the tuning knob and swear repeatedly until she found another one. That happened half a dozen times going each way.
At one point I fell asleep. This is when I found out my aunt was a P-Vert. I woke up to the sensation of a hand inside my underwear and it wasn't my hand. I had not yet discovered masturbation being only ten but I did that day discover that my penis liked female hands even ones belonging to my aunt. She had a pleasantly snug grip and was very slowly moving her hand up and down perhaps a half inch in each direction. Then I felt a second hand begin to tickle my balls. I didn't dare open my eyes at first until my aunt whispered "Does it feel good?" I nodded with my eyes closed wondering if she would think I said it in my sleep then realizing I didn't care if she did or not. After a little while her hand came off my dick and I was disappointed until I felt lips, wet, warm sucking lips. She took me all the way in and then stuffed my balls in her mouth for good measure. I reached down at that point and ran my fingers through her ass length straight dark brown silky hair. She did this for probably a couple of hours until my grandfather announced the exit indicating it would be less than another half hour of driving before I reached my other aunt's house.
Thus ended my first ever blow job, or so I thought.
Later that night while I was asleep on the sofa in the basement rec room of my second aunt's house my first aunt, who for whatever reason was also assigned to sleep in the same room except on the floor in a sleeping bag, found her way back to my groin area and finished that excruciatingly pleasant second half of my first blow job and I think she spent a good three hours at it before I finally had my very first orgasm dry though it was. I knew my blow job was over because my penis didn't want to be touched any more after that explosion of unbearable pleasure. My aunt seemed disappointed but satisfied herself by using my left hand like a dildo for another hour or so until she had what I assumed was a very nice orgasm.
The entire week went like that. Every chance my aunt got she touched me in the most delightfully inappropriate ways and it always ended late in the evening or early in the morning with a wonderful climax, mine first then hers. In between she taught me how to kiss, explained more about sex than I imagined existed and gave me lots of affection.
I never did understand why the trip to my other aunt's house was the catalyst for our sex play since I had already spent the first two weeks of the summer at my grandparent's house and much of that time in the presence of my aunt. When we got back to my grandparent's house my aunt continued her attention on me. I ate it up, not just the physical attention but the compliments. She must have told me a hundred times that I was the cutest little angel and gorgeous and sexy and I had the prettiest eyes and the most kissable lips and so on. She wasn't ugly either though I never really thought about her looks until that summer.
Then the summer ended and my Mom came home from the hospital and I didn't not see my aunt again until Christmas by then I was eleven. My aunt gave me the best Christmas g*fts that year. First she gave me the usual toys typical of what eleven year old boys liked in those days then she gave me a box of 100 assorted science fiction paperbacks (all used but it didn't matter since I hadn't read any of them) and then when she me alone in my bedroom she gave me a stack of adult magazines, a box of condoms and a more personal g*ft that took her a couple of hours to give me while my parents and grandparents played poker all night while I was playing poke her all night.
When I was 17 my aunt lost interest in me and turned her attention to my little cousin in Florida where she decided to apply for a job. I never saw her again. That was 1994. Mom told me she's in prison now but I don't know where.
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