Aunt Virginia - Sex Stories

Aunt Virginia

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 sl**ping and ended up giving me my first lesson in the joys of sex. She was babysitting me and my s****r (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 ...