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, 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 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 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.

Auntie told me to stroke his penis and I spit on his cock, like I had seen in porn videos, and began stroking him.

“I cannot believe how lucky I am to have such a sexy girl stroking my cock,” Hank uttered as my hand moved up and down his now hard cock. Auntie told me to lick the underside of his cock from his balls up to the head. I did this several times, still stroking him.

“Oh baby, that feels so good!”

I was stroking him for about ten minutes and the Hank told me to suck his cock. I was amazed at how soft the head of his cock was, especially after feeling its hardness while stroking him. I looked closely at the head of his cock and extended my tongue, licking the clear precum. I swirled my tongue around the head and then wrapped my lips around it. Auntie told me to work the head and continue stroking his shaft.

“Oh fuck!” Hank exclaimed as I sucked the head of his cock, slowly taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. “Your mouth is so soft,” Hank uttered as I took him fully into my mouth.

I controlled the depth of his strokes but was letting him go deeper and deeper. After a short while, he was hitting the back of my throat.

“I can’t believe you got your mouth around my thick cock,” Hank groaned as I took as deep as I could. My eyes were tearing up as his cock bumped the back of my throat.

“Ohhh, sweetheart, you are so good at sucking this cock.”

Auntie told me to speed up and then she told me to slow down. We did this for about fifteen or twenty minutes. At the time I did not realize that she was teaching me how to edge him, to make our session last longer. After about twenty minutes, auntie noticed a change in his movements and told me to just work his head and stroke him. “When he tells you he’s about to cum, pull his cock out of your mouth and let him shoot into your mouth. I want to make sure you taste his cum.”

Suddenly I could feel his cock tense up, it seemed to grow heavier and got bigger around. Hank said he was going to cum.

“Open wide you sexy little slut. Mmmmmm, so eager to swallow all my cum,” he grunted as I pulled his cock out of my mouth and aimed it at my mouth.

The first spurt hit the roof of my mouth and rolled down to my tongue. The second into my throat and the last two spurts went onto my tongue. I loved the salty taste and texture of his cum as I swallowed his cum and then took his cock into my mouth and sucked until it went totally soft. I had sucked all of the cum from his cock. I felt so sexy and accomplished. I was able to excite and satisfy this older man with my mouth.

Auntie went to the kitchen and brought out some lemonade while Hank and I got comfortable on the couch. We sat talking about what had just happened. Hank said that I was such a sexy slut and that he still couldn’t believe that I was so eager to drink his cum.

I looked at him and said, ”Yes, I am a slut and you are a pervert for letting a young girl like me suck your big fat amazing cock.” Auntie was smiling at us both we continued talking about how well I did for my first blow job.

We talked for a while about sex and other things, and I noticed that Hank’s cock was moving. I got off of the couch and knelt between his legs as he leaned back into the couch. I took his cock into my hand for the second time. After a few strokes, I took his cock into my mouth and had the most incredible experience. His cock was growing and getting hard in my mouth! After just a few seconds he was hard, and I was bobbing my head up and down.

Auntie Joyce told me to take his cock into my throat this time. I was a little apprehensive, I remembered how it felt when his cock was hitting the back of my throat and was wondering how I could get it deeper into me without gagging. I was trying to take him into my throat, tearing up, mascara running down my cheeks, and lots of saliva.

“Relax and let him take control,” she said. I relaxed and let him control his cock. It went straight into my throat! Suddenly I felt like a woman, no longer a girl.

As his cock worked its way in and out of my throat, Hank called me a good little cocksucker. As soon as I heard that my hand went to my pussy, and I started rubbing my clit. I cummed with his cock deep in my throat. Hank cummed a few seconds later, shooting his load straight down my throat. Again, I sucked all the cum out of his cock and he went soft in my mouth.

I sucked Hank one more time that afternoon. It all came to an end when Hank told me he couldn’t get it up anymore and that I had drained his balls. He kissed me as he left, and I went to take a shower.

After my shower, I went out to Auntie’s back deck and joined her catching some late afternoon sun rays. We had so much to talk about. We talked about how hot I was, not just my body, but how hot I looked with a cock down my throat. I told her what I was thinking and feeling during the afternoon, and we shared our thoughts about sexual matters in general.

But then Auntie dropped a bombshell, our family has a lineage of cock crazed women. She felt that my parents were worried about me following that lineage and lifestyle. But she told me that as far back as my great-great-grandmother, an older woman initiated the younger women into a life of sex. It all started to make sense. Was this why I am with Auntie Joyce this summer? Okay, now, what’s next?