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Subject: {ASSM} Aunt Virginia (Fb bg Inc Ped)
Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 20:10:03 -0400
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Aunt Virginia
(c)1999 Greymead

It was, I believe, within a week after my eighth birthday that my Aunt 
Virginia looked in on me one night to see if I was sleeping and ended up 
giving me my first lesson in the joys of sex.

She was babysitting me and my sister (who is a year and a half younger than 
me), and was probably getting ready to settle in with her book.  As it 
happened, I was awake, and said something to her when she began to close the 
door.  I was, at the time, a little bit afraid of the dark.

When I spoke, she opened the door again and came to sit on the edge of my 
bed.  She asked me about my fear of the dark.  It wasn't like she was making 
fun of me or telling me that I needed to grow up, exactly.  She always spoke 
to me as an equal, expressing empathy for my concerns.  As she spoke to me, 
she dropped her hand to my chest and idly, probably unaware of what she was 
doing, let it drift down over the blankets covering my belly and little 
pecker.  Although I didn't understand the connection, I got a stiffy.

Suddenly, she felt me through the blanket.  "My, you are getting to be a big 
boy, aren't you?"  In retrospect it seems unlikely that I was particularly 
large for a boy of my age, but the way she said it, with that wonder in her 
voice, made me feel rather special.  I made no objection when she moved to 
uncover it.

When it was exposed to her view, she cooed over it and, holding it in her 
fingers and making much over it.  All of this handling wasn't making me any 
softer, and I was enjoying her attention thoroughly.

Since I knew nothing about sex (except for a vague awareness of where babies 
came from with little concept of the mechanics involved) I knew nothing of 
what was appropriate and what was not.  Aunt Virginia's approach did not 
seem bad or naughty, in fact, she made everything that happened seem 
perfectly natural.  It wasn't until years later that I learned that our 
society considered behavior such as hers pernicious.

In the meantime, I was enjoying myself utterly.  She cupped my balls in one 
hand while stroking me gently with the other.  I could feel a sort of warmth 
growing in my belly.  I hadn't felt anything quite so wonderful.  It made me 
feel warm and content, but at the same time made me ache for something I 
could not name.

When she bent to take me in her mouth, the sensations were intensified 
wonderfully.  Her tongue stroked my little cock wetly, caressing and 
pressing against it repeatedly.  Then she opened her mouth and sucked in my 
balls as well.

My eyes closed, and I lay back, surrendering to the mounting warmth.  It 
blossomed and grew deep inside me, spreading from my cock and balls up 
through me like a sudden ripple in a still pond.  Where the ripple passed, 
there was warm, content lethargy.

My aunt, recognizing the stiffening of my body for what it was (I don't 
believe there was any material evidence at that young age), disengaged 
herself from my genitals and kissed me on the lips.  Then, she looked at the 
clock by my bed, stood to remove her clothes, and climbed in beside me.  Her 
body was warm, and I lay against her, perfectly at peace with the world.

I don't know if my Aunt wanted some reciprocation that night or not.  It 
didn't occur to me, and she was wise enough not to push things.  I don't 
recall anything after the warmth of her body beside mine, but know I must 
have gone directly to sleep.  Not a very auspicious beginning, I know, but 
it is the last time I can recall rolling over and going to sleep immediately 
upon climax.

I did not see Aunt Virginia for several weeks after that.  My parents did 
not go out without my sister and me very often, and we usually only saw my 
aunt on family holidays and when we needed a babysitter.  I did not miss her 
exactly - what we had shared was, as far as I knew, a one-time thing.  At 
the age of eight, many of the things in one's life have never been repeated. 
  I went on about my normal routines, and didn't give it any thought.

Shortly before school started in the fall, my parents went away for the 
week.  My father's work required him to go out of the country for training, 
and my mother accompanied him, as she frequently did.  I've learned since 
that they treasured those opportunities to be alone together without us 
kids, but at the time, it was just a part of my world that I had never 
questioned.

As it developed, Ginny went to stay with our grandparents, and I went to 
stay with Aunt Virginia.  I should mention that my sister's name was also 
Virginia: she was named after my aunt, but we called her Ginny to 
differentiate between them.

Aunt Virginia lived in an apartment in a more central part of the city.  It 
was like a different world to a kid like me who spent all of his time in the 
suburbs, and I looked forward to the adventure.  My parents told me to 
behave myself for my aunt, promising dire consequences if I should make a 
burden of myself.  Since I loved my aunt dearly, I found their concerns 
absurd.  Of course I would behave myself!

When we got to her house, she pulled out the couch in her living room and 
showed me that it was also a bed.  She got the blankets, sheets and a pillow 
out of a closet, and I helped her make the bed.  "You'll sleep here.  We'll 
make it like your own bedroom," she promised.
It was early evening, not nearly my eight o'clock bed time yet.  "would you 
like to watch television?"  she asked.

"Sure!"  We didn't have a television.  My parents considered them frivolous 
luxuries.  The only time I had ever seen Mickey Mouse or Howdy Doody was on 
the sets at friend's houses, and we usually had better things to do than 
watch television when we were playing together.

I looked around the living room.  There was no television in sight.  I must 
have looked puzzled.

"It's in my bedroom," Aunt Virginia smiled.  "Do you know how to behave in a 
lady's bedroom?"  Her smile seemed to mean something different than her 
words did.  I nodded and she laughed lightly as she touched my face.  "Yes, 
I'm sure you do," she admitted.

I sat on the foot of her bed as she turned on the set.  "It will take a few 
minutes to warm up.  Why don't you get comfortable while I fix us a snack?"  
She indicated that I should sit up by the head of the bed so I could lean 
back against the headboard.  I complied as she went into the bathroom.

I could hear her moving around in there, making bottles clink and stuff.  
After a while, she went into another part of the apartment, the kitchen, I 
figured, then came back into the bedroom.  I hardly looked up until she sat 
beside me.

The bed creaked a bit, and the mattress shifted, making me lean toward her 
as she added her weight, but what made me turn toward her was the perfume.  
It snuck into my nostrils and tickled me in a way I did not understand.  I 
felt a stirring in my shorts.

When I turned to say something, I stopped.  I must have looked comical as I 
tried to make sense of it.  My aunt was dressed in a bathrobe kind of thing, 
but it was made of real thin red material with a black edge, and I could see 
right through it.  She was skinnier than my mother, except her breasts, and 
she was real pretty.

I stammered a little, not knowing quite what to say.  I didn't understand 
why I was blushing or why my little pecker was beginning to feel good.  
"Aunt Virginia, I can see through your clothes."  That was my strategy as a 
child: when stuck for something to say, state the obvious.

"And, do you like what you see?"  she was evidently pleased that I had 
noticed.

She shifted closer, and put an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to 
her breasts.  I had forgotten the television.  I understood none of what was 
going on, but was nevertheless a captive of her seductive charms.  The aroma 
of her perfume and the soft mass of her breast had all of my attention.  A 
large nipple was just under the fabric near my eyes, and I focussed on it, 
watching it stiffen under my gaze.  The center of it puckered and stood like 
a brown gumdrop.  I felt her hand in my lap.

She rolled away and stood at the side of the bed, opening her robe to bare 
what I could already see.  "Aren't you hot?"  she asked, a gleam in her eye. 
  I understood only that she wanted me to take off my clothes.  I shucked my 
jeans down my legs, and she helped, pulling them over my feet.  Then, 
grasping the waistband of my briefs, she pulled them down, too, revealing my 
pecker, standing stiffly.  It was probably three or four inches long, if 
that, but she looked at it like it was heavensent, her eyes never leaving it 
as she helped my pull my t-shirt off.  Then, kneeling on the floor beside 
me, she hugged me to her again.

The softness of her large breasts cradled my head like a huge pillow.  One 
of those gumdrop nipples was just in front of my mouth, and, without 
thinking, I closed my lips around it, sucking on it as if I had never been 
weaned.

Aunt Virginia moaned and held my head tightly against her with one hand 
while she fondled my little prick with the other.  "That's right, honey.  
Suck on my tit.  Bite it, honey."

I bit, and she pulled away suddenly.  "Oh!  Not so hard, honey!  Bite it 
gently, like this," she bent and gave the purple head of my little pecker a 
nip that almost hurt, but not quite.  It made a surge of pleasure shoot up 
inside me, and my prick twitched.

When she leaned back toward me, I tried it again, like she had showed me.  
This time it caused her to let go of my cock and put her hands on both sides 
of my head, pressing me close against her until I thought I might suffocate 
in her breast.  Then she twisted slightly, pulling her nipple from my mouth 
and placing the other nipple at my lips.  I understood, and was soon sucking 
and biting them alternately.

Aunt Virginia had wonderfully sensitive nipples.  As I sucked on one and 
held the other in my fingers, she shuddered and gave a little cry, arching 
her back and holding my head tightly against herself.  She told me that I 
had made her come.  I asked her if that was good and she laughed and smiled 
and called me her little man.  It made me very proud.

She stood up, then, and turned off the light.  The room, lit by the 
flickering of the black and white television, took on a strange and special 
look.  Now, years later, I always get a feeling of contentment when I see 
that kind of flickering light that is similar (though not as intense) as the 
feeling I get when I smell that perfume (I'd tell you what it is, but some 
unscrupulous person might use the scent to arouse my interest and induce me 
into participating in lewd behavior -oh, that's done it- Shalimar).  But I 
digress.

Aunt Virginia stood at the foot of the bed and allowed her filmy robe to 
slip from her shoulders.  She stood, posing for me.  I watched, intrigued.  
You must understand that, at the age of eight, I had not been exposed to the 
background of a boy of, say, thirteen.  I was not generally interested in 
girls, and seeing my aunt's unclothed body was less a sexual experience in 
and of itself than it was an education in what the body of a grown woman 
looks like.  I did not have the preparation to find naked female flesh 
stimulating.  What my aunt had prepared me for was finding her behavior 
stimulating.  I had learned already that she was capable of giving me great 
pleasure.  The result of all of this is that, though she did her little 
striptease for me, it was not until she actually climbed onto the bed with 
me and began to stroke me that I grew aroused.

I lay on my back, and she crouched, one knee on each side of my feet.  As 
she lowered her face to my cock, her hands slipped under my butt and lifted 
me toward her.  As she had done before, she engulfed my little prick and my 
balls in her mouth.  I was small, and her mouth may have been a little 
larger than is fashionable.  I did not mind.
As her tongue worked over my genitals, bathing them in warm saliva, she 
slipped a fingertip against the tightly puckered entrance to my asshole and 
grazed the sensitive flesh with a fingernail.  The result was an electric 
shock that originated at the contact point between nail and flesh and shot 
up through the length of my mouth- engulfed prick like lightning.  It was 
intense, and caused me to jump slightly, pushing my young equipment deeper 
and more firmly into her mouth.  Her finger followed the movement, never 
losing contact with my anus.

As she sucked and slobbered on my cock and balls, Aunt Virginia slowly 
worked her finger inside of me.  It hurt at first, but not too much.  When 
she got the first knuckle into me, she wiggled the tip of her finger inside 
me and touched something in there that made my cock grow stiffer suddenly.  
It was beginning to ache for release, and I remembered the wonderful flush 
of heat that had followed the first sexual encounter with my aunt.

As I wondered if this time would be the same, the heat began to build.  I 
wanted it.  I tensed myself, focussing deeply on the sensations, willing 
them to build.  I put all of my energy into my balls and cock and felt 
myself held in my aunt's mouth.  Her tongue pressed against me, enfolding my 
balls, my prick, my being.  When every particle of my self was focussed, 
when it was all compressed into a tiny hot point of light, it exploded like 
a giant firework inside me, spreading heat and light and pleasure throughout 
my jerking body.

When it was over, Aunt Virginia's finger was an unwelcome intrusion which 
threatened to break the spell it had helped to cast over me.
She seemed to sense this, and slipped it out.  She opened her mouth and 
released me, then stretched to kiss me on the lips.  I kissed her back, 
lazily.  I did not want to let the warm feeling go.

Aunt Virginia, seemed to understand.  She continued to caress my cock and 
balls slowly.  I never really grew soft.

Soon, I felt the sensations building again.  I could not believe it.  Then, 
my aunt crouched over me and lowered her pussy to my prick.

I had seen both my mother and my sister before, so I knew what a pussy was.  
All I had seen of my mother's was a thick mat of hair, but Ginny's was bare, 
and I knew that there was a slit and that she peed from there.  I hadn't 
known that anything could go inside there, so I was a little surprised when 
my aunt pushed my stiff pecker inside herself.  It was an exquisite 
sensation, feeling the length of my little prick pushing through the tight, 
well-lubricated opening.  I didn't know if it felt better than her mouth or 
not, only different, and certainly as good.

She squatted over me, her feet close against my hips, and rocked up and down 
a few inches, her cunt stroking up and down the short length of my slender 
prick, then, taking me in her hand, she raised enough to disengage and 
directed the point of my prick to her other hole.  As she pushed the head of 
my cock against the tiny orifice, it slowly gave way, opening just enough 
for the knob to squeeze through and lodge snugly in the sphincter.

If her pussy had felt wonderful stretched around my stiff pecker, her 
asshole was heaven.  I fit into her like her hole was made for my prick.  
She lowered herself slowly, telling me in great graphic detail how good my 
cock felt in her asshole while she did it.

When, finally, my prick was fully encased inside my aunt, she stopped for a 
moment, then began to swing her ass in little circles that made my cock feel 
like it was twisting and turning inside her.

Soon, she began to rock up and down a bit as well.  The combined motions 
produced a complex stimulation that evidently affected her as much or more 
than it did me.

Her hands moved from my shoulders to my little nipples, which she rubbed and 
teased.  I took the hint, and moved my own hands to her considerably larger 
nipples.  Recalling the way she liked to be bit, I pinched them gently 
between my fingers.

"Harder!  Pinch them harder," she whispered in a desperate- sounding voice.  
"Squeeze them for my, darling!"

I complied, tweaking and twisting them in my little fingers.
"Yes!"  she cried, her butt moving faster and faster on my little prick as 
she reached into her pussy with both hands.

I watched her slide two, then three fingers of one hand inside herself and 
felt the additional pressure against my cock where she touched it from 
inside.  With her other hand, she pressed against the top of her pussy, 
pushing the wet, pink skin aside to expose a little red bump which she 
attacked with a fingertip, strumming on it for a couple of beats and then 
easing off for a couple more.

"Oh, God!"  she screamed as her ass moved faster and her fingers continued 
their counterpoint.

Then, suddenly, she stopped, rigid.  She had her ass down hard against my 
hips, holding my cock deep inside her.  One hand was jammed deep in her 
pussy, where I could feel it against my cock, and the other was pressed 
tight against the bump of her clit.  She seemed to be holding her breath as 
she sat for long moments, statue like.

Suddenly, she slapped her clit once, twice, screaming in pleasure each time 
she hit it.

My fingers still held her nipples, and I pinched them harder, sensing that 
she wanted the intensified sensations.  She screamed at me to hurt her.  I 
was a little afraid, I didn't really want to hurt her, but I obeyed, digging 
my fingernails in and twisting cruelly as another set of tremors passed 
through her body.

At last, she went limp and sagged against me.  I let go of her nipples and 
put my arms around her neck as she lay atop me, still impaled on my still 
stiff prick.  She lay there for long minutes, catching her breath.  She was 
sweaty and her hair was plastered against her forehead.  It took a long time 
for her to get her breath back like she had run a long way.  When she did, 
she whispered in my ear.

"Wow!  You are going to be one helluva man!"  I didn't know whether to feel 
good at the compliment or feel slighted because she didn't consider me a man 
yet.  I chose to feel good.

When she recovered enough to become aware that my cock was still buried 
inside her asshole and that it was still hard, she licked it clean and took 
it in her mouth again.  She soon made me come again, which I understood was 
a reward for helping her to come so good.
That night, I did not sleep on the couch.  Aunt Virginia turned off the 
television and we went to sleep together on her bed in each other's arms.  
It was a very special feeling, drifting off to sleep with her breasts 
cushioning my back and her hand curled around my little pecker.

During the course of that week, Aunt Virginia taught me many of the 
pleasures two loving people could share.  I was a willing and clever 
student, learning what she had to offer and building on the basics.
By the time I returned home, I had come to delight in the pleasures of the 
flesh.  This time, I would miss what was gone from my life.  It was not long 
before I was trying to interest Ginny in my new hobby.
Aunt Virginia had let me know that I should not let Mom and Dad know about 
our time together, and I had extended that to include any sexual behavior I 
engaged in.  But, when I showed Ginny a little of what I had learned, my 
parents soon learned of it.

One day, when my parents were watching television and Ginny and I were 
playing together in a back bedroom, I pulled off my clothes and told her 
that she should do the same.  She did, without hesitation, and we began to 
show each other our bodies.  I stroked my prick to make it stiff, and told 
her that when people licked and sucked on each other's pee places, it felt 
good.  By way of example, I got her to lie down on her back and spread her 
legs apart, then proceeded to lick her hairless little slot.

She giggled and said it felt funny, but she did not try to make me stop.  I 
licked her for what seemed like a long time, rubbing her nipples and belly 
and nipping lightly at the lips of her pussy like Aunt Virginia had taught 
me, but it never made her come.  I didn't know if maybe she couldn't come or 
I was doing it wrong somehow, but she did admit after a while that it felt 
nice.

When my tongue and jaw were sore from trying to make her come, I asked if 
she would like to do the same thing to me.  She looked uncertainly at my 
still-stiff prick, then nodded okay.  I crouched over her head and pushed my 
hips at her, placing the head of my prick against her lips.  She stuck out 
her tongue and licked it once or twice, and I told her she should open her 
mouth and suck on it like a lollipop.
She did, and I came almost immediately, going tense when I did.

"Did I hurt it?"  Ginny asked, concerned.

"No, it felt good," I told her.

Later that evening, my mother called me into her room and told me to close 
the door.

"Ginny tells me that you licked her pussy this afternoon.  Is this true?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"And then you asked her to suck on your penis.  Is this true?"

"Yes."

"I don't know where you got the idea to do these things, but you are not to 
do them with your sister, is that clear?"

"Why not?"

"Because she is too young.  You are too, for that matter.  I don't want to 
hear about a repeat of this behavior.  Do you understand me?"

"Yes."  I was disappointed.  It hadn't occurred to me that there was 
anything wrong with what I was doing, and the news that I was too young was 
just irritating.  "Why am I always too young?  When will I be old enough?"

She looked thoughtful.  "Well, I always said that when a child was old 
enough to ask the questions and understand the answers, they were old 
enough.  I guess you are old enough, I was wrong.  Come here."

I didn't know what to expect.  I stepped closer, and she reached to unfasten 
the waistband of my shorts, then slid them down my hips.  She pulled my 
briefs down, and looked at my pecker, which was standing up, proud of the 
attention.  She cupped it in her hand, gently pulling me still closer.

"Does this feel good?"

I could only nod.

Using her other hand, she pulled her skirt up to her waist, showing me that 
she was not wearing panties.  She spread her legs and let me see the inside 
of her pussy.  It was damp and red.  There was a small wet spot on the 
bedspread where she had been sitting.

"Do you know what it means when a woman's pussy is wet like this?"
I nodded.

"It means that she is excited.  I got excited by thinking about you and 
Ginny."

"But you said Ginny is too young."

"I did, and I still think she is, but I visualized her sucking on your 
prick, and that made me excited.  Would you like me to suck on your prick?"

I nodded.  "Sure!"

"Well you get up here," she patted the bed beside her.  As I sat on the edge 
of the bed, she slipped to her knees between my legs.  She never let go of 
my pecker the whole time, and as soon as we were settled in place, she 
pursed her lips and sucked my pecker into her mouth.

She did it different than Aunt Virginia.  She sucked harder, and her tongue 
pressed against the bottom of my cock over and over again, making me feel a 
little bit faint.  She cupped my balls in her hand, squeezing them gently as 
she sucked, but never put them in her mouth.  It was different, but it felt 
good, and I came in short order, feeling the now-familiar warmth growing 
inside me until I dropped to lay flat on the bed.

When I was through coming, she relinquished her custody of my cock.  "We 
will find out what you know about licking pussy another time," she informed 
me.  "Now get dressed, and remember, I don't want to hear of you doing 
anything like this with Ginny.  Okay?"

I smiled.  "Okay" I agreed.  "But Mom?"

"What, honey?"

"When will Ginny be old enough?"

"I guess we have to use the same rule we just used for you.  When she is 
interested and understands, she'll be old enough.  But I don't want you 
pushing her.  She needs to do it by herself, okay?"

I agreed.  After all, it seemed that I would have a willing partner in my 
mother, and I knew that on the occasions when I was alone with Aunt Virginia 
I could count on some sex, so for an eight year old, I was doing pretty 
good.

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