Aunt Virginia - Sex Stories

Aunt Virginia

... 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 ...