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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Female / 45
My First Sex Talk
My grandfather died and me and my mom went to the funeral. I was pulled out of school because my mom didn't want to go alone. We stayed with her older sister, who she didn't get along with. Her sister had run off when she was young and married a foreigner and she was written off by the family. By then, when my grandfather died, her husband had been dead for a while.
My aunt, it was the first time we ever spoke to each other, asked me a lot of intrusive questions. Boyfriends? Sex? Virgin? Masturbate? Tits groped? Fingered? She made up her mind I was a goody two shoes Methodist virgin and told my mother she was holding me back, by the time she was my age she had been around the block with more than one guy and a couple of girls.
My mother was upset with her for even speaking about that with me, on the day of the funeral. When we were at the funeral, my aunt out an embroidered handkerchief with something inside of it. It was a little glass dick, about the size of my finger.
When we were alone after the funeral she asked me if I had thought about it, was I all dick or all pussy, which was I? I had to ask her what she meant. Do you like boys or girls, or both. I said boys, and she told me not to give up on girls, the best orgasms came from girls. You can fuck all you want, but if you want a real orgasm have a girl eat your pussy. Then leaning over, there is nothing wrong with kissing a girl. Girls are soft, they have titties, they have wet pussies. Guys are all hands and beards and hard dicks. Do myself a favor and kiss a girl.
I flew home with my little dick in my purse and when I got home I tried it. It felt good insomuch as it was prohibited activity. Over the next couple of years I kissed a girl and my aunt was right, girls are soft and have titties and have real wet pussies. For the longest time I thought I was all girls, but one day a big guy grabbed me, threw me around, grabbed me by the titties, spread my legs apart and stuck his dick in me. After that girls were for passing the time with, soft kisses and wet pussies, and delicious titties to play with. But I was a dick girl.
My aunt, it was the first time we ever spoke to each other, asked me a lot of intrusive questions. Boyfriends? Sex? Virgin? Masturbate? Tits groped? Fingered? She made up her mind I was a goody two shoes Methodist virgin and told my mother she was holding me back, by the time she was my age she had been around the block with more than one guy and a couple of girls.
My mother was upset with her for even speaking about that with me, on the day of the funeral. When we were at the funeral, my aunt out an embroidered handkerchief with something inside of it. It was a little glass dick, about the size of my finger.
When we were alone after the funeral she asked me if I had thought about it, was I all dick or all pussy, which was I? I had to ask her what she meant. Do you like boys or girls, or both. I said boys, and she told me not to give up on girls, the best orgasms came from girls. You can fuck all you want, but if you want a real orgasm have a girl eat your pussy. Then leaning over, there is nothing wrong with kissing a girl. Girls are soft, they have titties, they have wet pussies. Guys are all hands and beards and hard dicks. Do myself a favor and kiss a girl.
I flew home with my little dick in my purse and when I got home I tried it. It felt good insomuch as it was prohibited activity. Over the next couple of years I kissed a girl and my aunt was right, girls are soft and have titties and have real wet pussies. For the longest time I thought I was all girls, but one day a big guy grabbed me, threw me around, grabbed me by the titties, spread my legs apart and stuck his dick in me. After that girls were for passing the time with, soft kisses and wet pussies, and delicious titties to play with. But I was a dick girl.
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