Something was bothering me and I knew just whom I should see to talk about it, my Aunt Jane. Aunt Jane is married to my Uncle Dave, one of my mother's five brothers. Dave's probably around forty, but his wife is about ten years younger, so I've always enjoyed an easy rapport with her. Since I'm an only child and never had a sister, I'd long looked up to my Aunt Jane as a sort of surrogate older sister who could give me advice whenever I needed it.
And now I needed it.
Jane and I had been close from the moment she met my uncle, and Uncle Dave had always been a favorite too. I could talk to him much easier about things than I could talk to my own dad. He was sort of hip and youthful, and he understood me. And then, when he married a woman who was as hip and understanding as himself, I always went to him and to my Aunt Jane for advice, knowing I could be completely open with them and trust them without reservations.
And I also knew I could talk to my aunt about virtually anything, even the sorts of things one normally discusses only with girlfriends. Now there was something, something very intimate I needed to ask her about, something that was troubling me a whole lot.
I had just started college a year ago and was still a virgin when I enrolled, at eighteen. So not only did I have to get used to college, no easy task, but at the same time I had to come to terms that I was, finally, about to become a sexually active young woman.
It had been almost a year to the day since I had lost my virginity. I enjoyed sex a lot right from the start, and thought I had a real knack for it, everything going pretty smoothly in that department until this guy I was seeing told me something out of the blue, something that upset me very much.
So I went to see my Aunt Jane one afternoon, knowing Uncle Dave would still be at work. She had just just stepped out of the shower and was getting dressed, so she asked me to come into her bedroom as she finished getting herself ready.
"Aunt Jane?" I said, sitting down on her bed as she continued brushing her thick, beautiful hair. "You know I've only been having sex a short time, I was sort of a late bloomer in that way. But now that I've been doing it, I've been liking it, liking it a whole lot, to tell you the truth. Lately I've been going out with this guy. We fuck and all that, and that's fine, but what he really likes, he says, is getting head. And the other day he told me that I had a long way to go before I knew how to suck a cock properly, he actually pushed my head away when I was doing it to him, can you believe that! It made me feel so bad, to have him do that. So now I really want to learn how to do it right Aunt Jane, you know what I mean?"
She turned from the mirror to look at me, still brushing her hair, more slowly now.
"Maybe you can give me some pointers?" I asked, knowing my uncle's wife was a very sexy woman, and probably had lots of experience mouthing cocks, and not just my uncle's.
"Maybe I can," she said, looking right at me, a little taken aback that I should be so frank with her about something as intimate as this.
"That would be great," I said. "I'd really appreciate it a whole lot."
"Well, to begin with," she said. "Like with anything else, Penny, practice makes perfect. The longer you do it, the better you get at it."
Now she put her brush aside and sat down on the bed right next to me.
"Though many women never seem to get it right, I've gathered, talking to a lot of different guys," she added. "Some women just don't ever seem to develop a knack for it."
I can imagine men opening up to such an obviously sexual woman as my aunt about the oral limitations of their girlfriends and wives, hoping, no doubt that she could help remedy their dissatisfactions.
"Well I certainly don't want to be one of those women," I said a little worriedly.
"Oh, don't worry, you won't be, honey," she said, stroking my hair, soothing me.
"I sure hope not."
"First of all," she began, "I'd be a little suspicious of this guy you're seeing. Men who say they love getting head more than anything, sometimes they're just lazy. They're looking out for their own pleasure, sex is a one-way street for them. Is he like that?"
"Yeah, sort of," I confessed, thinking that Robbie was more than a little focused on doing what he wanted to do, when and how he wanted to do it.
"Is he a good fuck?" my aunt asked.
"Well, I haven't screwed all that many guys, Aunt Jane," I told her. "He's not bad, but even with my limited experience I've had better. I'd say he's fair to middling."
"And does he like to go down on you?" she asked.
"Not really," I continued, "I have to beg him to do that. And he doesn't stay down there very long when he does it; I don't think he really likes doing it too much."
"Figures!" my aunt said knowingly, a wry smile on her face. "Sounds like the guy doesn't really deserve a good blow job."
She moved a little closer, taking my hand.
"But I'm going to give you a few pointers anyway, because you don't know who you'll meet down the road. The next guy you make it with might be just terrific, and you'd want to make him happy, with good, hot oral sex, along with everything else."
She looked over at the TV sitting opposite the bed.
"Do you ever watch porn, you know, adult tapes?" she asked.
"I've watched them a couple of times, not much though."
"Well, you can learn quite a bit watching them, seeing what different chick do to different guys, even though they're doing it in front of the camera and doing it for the money."
Aunt Jane stood up and went to her dresser, opening a drawer. Then she pulled out a video cassette.
"Why don't we watch this one, it's a favorite of mine and your uncle's," she said. "It's got scene after scene of girls giving guys blow jobs. Let's watch it together and talk about some of the things we see on it."
"Sure, Aunt Jane, that sounds like a good idea," I said, actually excited that I was about to watch sex on video with my uncle's wife.
She slid the cassette into the VCR and immediately an image came up of a long-haired blonde sucking a thick, hard cock.
"See how she does it, twisting it in her hand nice and slow while she sucks the knob?" my aunt said, pointing out the details. "And how she's got her tongue under his cock at the same time, licking him there, where guys are especially sensitive? That slut knows exactly what she's doing."
I took it all in.
"Now this one's doing it too fast," she said as we watched a chick really gobbling up a cock in a frenzy. "That can happen when you get too excited. It's happened to me. Sometimes I've gotten so turned on going down on a man that I've sort of forgotten about him and what makes him feel best. So, like with anything else you want to do well, you've got to keep your mind on what you're doing."
We watched one woman after another suck one cock after another. It was turning me on, watching this with my aunt, hearing her commentary. I could feel myself getting a little warm and moist between my legs.
"You notice how almost all the guys push the girls away just before they're going to blast off?" she said.
I had noticed that. As the guys came close to ejaculating, they liked to take over, sometimes pushing the porn sluts' heads away altogether and beating themselves off. Sometimes fisting their shafts while the girls sucked their knobs, sometimes fucking their mouths, so they controlled the pace.
"Basically what gives a guy the strongest kick is getting himself off, same as with us women," my aunt said. "We know our own bodies better than anyone, and at the crucial moment can do it faster or slower or softer or harder or whatever. That's why even up there, on the TV, the men like to take over at the moment of truth. Even with these pros, these porno actresses Those sluts have sucked a lot of cock, armies of cock! And still the men prefer their own fists to do the walking when it's blast-off time."
I took all this in, listening in wonderment to my aunt's frank advice.
"But still," she continued. "If you really know how to do it right, nothing can be more arousing for a man that having a hot pair of lips, a warm, wet mouth that knows what it's doing tending to him down there."
"That's what I want to be like, Aunt Jane," I said, sounding almost desperate, I knew. "I really want to learn how to do it just right. I want to learn how to give a guy a
perfect
blow-job."
Aunt Jane smiled at me and then lifted a hand to my face, bunching up four fingers.
"Here, show me how you do it. Make believe this is a cock," she said, bringing her fingers to my mouth. The four fingers bunched up like that, they were about as thick as an average erect cock.
"You want me to suck your fingers... and make believe they're a cock?" I asked, a little incredulous.
"Yeah, close your eyes and make believe this is a big, hard juicy cock which you're just dying to suck."
"Wow!" I gasped, taking this all in, closing my eyes as I wrapped my lips around my aunt's fingers and began to suck them.
"No, that's too hard," she said. "You've got to build up the pressure. Here, give me your fingers."
She took hold of my hand and brought it up to her lips as I bunched up my four fingers as she had done. Now I felt her engulf those fingers in her warm, wet, velvety mouth, sucking on them slowly and sensually. I could immediately see what she had been talking about and what I had been doing wrong. Nothing beats an actual demonstration!
"See?" she asked, pulling back.
"Yeah, I think I do," I said.
"Here, try it again," she said, feeding me her four fingers once more. Now I tried to suck them just the way she had sucked mine.
"That's much better," she said, pulling her fingers away and returning to her dresser, opening the drawer where she had kept the porno tape we had watched.
"Let's try this now," she said as my eyes went wide and my jaw dropped. There she was holding a big dildo in her hand, a dildo that looked just like a real cock.
"God, Aunt Jane! That looks just the like the real thing," I said.
"It should," she said, handing it to me. "It's supposed to be molded from an erection of a very popular porn star. I've actually seen one of his videos and I must say it does look like a carbon copy."
I held the heavy hunk of rubber in my hand, secretly thrilled to be handling it.
