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I love my Auntie Joyce so much. She is always there for me, and we can talk about everything, and I mean anything. She is my favorite aunt and this last summer she asked my parents if I could stay at her homestead as I prepared for my last year in high school. She said I needed the getaway so I could prepare to buckle down for my senior year.Auntie Joyce has a homestead a few miles out of town off a long dirt road. There are trees, a meadow, a brook, and a pond. It is such a beautiful place. It is also secluded, so Auntie Joyce seldom wears clothes and when I am there, I don’t wear clothes either. Unless someone comes, then I will put on my bikini, but auntie usually remains unclothed.When I got to my auntie’s, I was burning with questions about sex. I don’t know how I maintained such a level of ignorance or maybe naivete for so long, but throughout high school, I had heard of girls giving blow jobs and having sex. I was so curious. My parents had shielded me from a lot of things. I felt Auntie Joyce was the only one who could answer my questions.One day sunbathing on her deck, I asked her to tell me about oral sex. I was so curious. I wanted to know everything that she knew about giving blow jobs, everything. Auntie just laughed and said that she could not tell me anything about blow jobs. That was because everyone was unique and their feelings, approaches, and levels of satisfaction were different, gaziantep minyon escort and she could not speak for anyone else’s experience.When she told me she could not tell me about blow jobs, I was both mad and disappointed and I told her so. I told her I felt that I was the only girl in school that hadn’t given a blow job, how I was embarrassed by my lack of experience, and how I didn’t want to offer oral sex when I didn’t know what I was doing. Auntie was looking at me with an amused look on her face and a strange smile as I vented and accused her of being like my parents who didn’t seem to want me to know anything about sex.“Oh sweetheart, I didn’t know this meant so much to you,” she said as her fingers moved my hair out from my ace. She continued, “Well, I still can’t tell you about blow jobs, but I can show you.”“Show me?” I thought, “How can you show me when neither of us has a penis?” Of course, I didn’t say that to her, but I think she was reading my mind.“I have a friend that I trust beyond anyone else. He is handsome, considerate, and has a great cock. Plus, he is the kind of person that I would trust to break you into oral sex. If you have a bad experience, you may never experience the joy of giving head. I want only the best for you baby. Would you like to have private lessons?”What was she saying? Was she saying nizip escort that she has a friend that could teach me? That certainly makes it real. I just wanted to hear about oral sex with a man, I am not sure if I want “private lessons” with the real thing, especially from a stranger. But I can see her point about talking as being a waste of time and actual experience being the better approach. But I wanted my first blow job to be a gift to someone I really liked.I told Auntie that I was unsure, especially about the stranger part. I didn’t know this person and I was very uncomfortable thinking about putting a stranger’s cock in my mouth.“But you do know him,” she said, “It is Hank, he has been out here several times since you have been here.”I did know him. Hank would come out every so often and spend time with us. He usually spent more time with auntie than with the both of us. Ordinarily, they would go for walk or up to her room for the afternoon. He would get nude when he came and hang out with Auntie, but I wore my bikini. Hank was a nice guy and I liked him, but I still wasn’t sure about giving him my mouth’s virginity.After a few days, my curiosity and desire got the best of me, and I told my auntie that I was willing to go through private tutoring for giving blow jobs. She was so happy! Her face was filled with the biggest smile I have ever nurdağı escort seen, and she got all giggly.“Oh, this is going to be great, I will make the plans with Hank right now,” she said as she looked at me with a dreamy expression on her face.A couple of days later, Auntie Joyce told me that Hank was coming over that afternoon. I must have had the deer in the headlights look on my face because she quickly added, “If you want to try today, when he gets here, just come out without your clothes. If you need more time, wear your bikini as usual.”I was glad she gave me the option, but I was wondering about doing it or not. I was getting very nervous and excited. Did I really want to do this? Was this going to be my only chance? What if I am not very good at it? Do I have the guts to walk out naked in front of Hank and go through with this? So many thoughts and I had to make a decision because I heard Hank’s truck pull up outside.I was almost on the verge of tears in my indecision when I felt a sense of empowerment flow through me. It was as if my body was making the decision that my mind didn’t want to or couldn’t make. I took off my bikini.I walked into the living room where Auntie and Hank were sitting. When my auntie saw me her face lit up, almost like a light had been turned on. She jumped up and took my hand and led me up to Hank. We talked for a few minutes then Auntie told me to get on my knees.Hank hadn’t yet undressed, so my first task was to help him take off his clothes. I took off his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down. I could see the outline of his cock in his briefs. I pulled down his boxers. And there it was, the first cock that I ever saw in real life. It was half hard sticking out, cut, and he was shaved.

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