Where it happened: my bed
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
We didn’t know we were poor. The year is 1949. My Aunt took my virginity from me when I was 11 when my parents were away. I really don’t know why. I was not over powered just stupid and young. I Loved her and was very close with her. She was real young not much more than a teenager her self. Now that I am older I still lover her so you know. This is not about me being angry and unloading on all you readers, It was early spring and I was only wearing cut off shorts. You know with all the strings and kind of ragged. I had a few sets and they were clean in the morning. So we were running around in the yard and I stepped on something sharp . My Aunt ran over and looked at my foot and it was bleeding . She was wearing a white skirt and she didn’t want to ruin it. I gotta wipe this blood and dirt off so give me your shorts. Well I never had on underwear on unless forced as a kid. So when she unzipped me I was naked and she cleaned my foot and kept the blood from dripping by making a make shift bandage from my shorts. It was a little cut after all. I was not that big and neither was she so she couldn’t lift me . On one foot I jumped to the house with her help. Sitting on the kitchen table she bandaged my foot and then she just reached up and touched my little willy with her finger as I sat there . I jumped some but it felt good. My aunt was dating a boy she wanted to marry but they had broken up since around Christmas. I had not discovered masturbation yet nor was thinking about anything but playing Davy Crockett with my neighbor boys. My young aunt was staring at my little limp willy and I noticed how hard she was staring so I looked at my willy and said what is it. Does it get stiff? She asked me. Yea in the morning when I get up before I go potty. There was a delay before she asked any more questions . I was comfortable with her and never thought anything about having nothing on sitting there on the table. I would of gone without clothing all the time as a young boy if I were allowed and only family was around. She went to the Ice box and poured me a small glass of milk and grabbed a couple ginger bread cookies. She kept staring as we dipped the cookies in the glass of milk. Can you make it stiff now ? Well that was a new thought for me. So I mentally looked at it and concentrated to no results obviously . No I can’t I frankly answered as I devoured the gingerbread. With gingerbread and sugar on her left hand she reached out to grab my willy. I just watched with glass in one hand and cookie in the other as she grabbed my willy ever so softly in her hand and squeezed it and moved it around and then grabbed my sack and felt for my marbles and rolled them in her fingers. Like it was any other anatomy part I didn’t care a bit. She licked her fingers after eating the cookie and now she had two hand control of the family jewels . You know what these are for Henry? I of course had no idea those things just hung around for all I knew. I was more interested in the cookie. She never answered she just stood up and complained about how hot the spring was. There was one window that faced the street and my Aunt went and pulled that blind down. I was just finishing my milk when My aunt started pumping the small hand pump to draw water from the well to the house sink. That’s how it was done We didn’t have city water for 10 more years. With a wash cloth and that cold water she started washing me up sitting on the table. I hated cold wash ups with a passion. When she got to my willy she gave it some extra washing which made me hold my breath. Then unexpected to me but not her ,I was stiff. Look how nice and stiff you are. That is when she started playing with my willy and it stayed stiff to my surprise. I was feeling funny inside I remember. Here keep doing this yourself she told me. She threw a warm towel on me and I dried. Starting with the ribbon in her hair and then apron then the three buttons behind her neck on her blouse my aunt prepared her self. Its hot don’t you agree. Sure is I said as I played with my willy. How is it going she said? It tickles me good I told her. Let my try some more she said and I Remember she pulled back my skin which half exposed my pink glossy head and she puckered and kissed my willy head. Do you know what you do with this? and she started jacking me up and down real slow? I was holding the table now in disbelief of the intense feelings. My aunt increased her grip on my willy and kept jacking me. You’ve never done this have you? I must of looked frightened , I certainly was overwhelmed. It will be over soon she said , but it wasn’t her hand got tired and she stopped. I had beads of sweat all over me and she was hot also. There I was 11 with blue balls in a totally tense state, stiff not knowing what to do. I would like to know what my face looked like. I needed to cum and I didn’t know it. My aunt took a deep breath and sat down in the chair. I held my willy and my aunt just smiled relaxing leaning back on the kitchen chair. she stood up in front of me and lifted off her blouse over her head. This was exposure in those days. She spun her skirt and reached the zipper and a small zip and she stepped out of her white skirt Wow never seen this before. She was not large busted and she pulled her straps down and spun her bra and unhooked that too. The part I will never forget is her stepping out of her underwear.
I was in brain overload, Her body didn’t excite me at all. I wondered but wasn’t close to the stage of mental let alone physical development to care or know what to do. I still had a stiff willy and blue balls and was on edge. Come on she said and I jumped on one foot to my room and sat on my bed. My aunt lifted one leg and put her foot on my bed and I saw a very hairy woman bush in front of me. I want your willy to tickle me right here. I looked down but never got a glimpse of what she wanted because of all the hair. She pushed me back and guided me and plop she was on me . I was hurt and found out later it tore my fore skin some because she was so dry and tight. Good thing I was small or we both would of been hurt. She got wet fast and the lubrication helped I didn’t cum even though we were at it for some time. When my aunt got up I was covered with blood from her and me. She was a virgin also. We washed up and that was our first. I turned thirteen gained 40 pounds and it was two years since the experience. My Aunt was cleaning her house all alone and I came in feeling rebellious and I asked her remember two years ago. I’m sorry she said I felt so bad I haven’t even dated since then . Honest she pleaded. I just turned her around and pulled the ribbon from her hair. I’m so sorry she said I live that day every day of my life. She was wearing a Dress and after Un-buttoned it ,I pushed the sleeves and it fell to the floor around her bare feet. She was wearing stockings and a garter and she was unfastening her nylons one clip at a time. Soon everything came off and she turned around . I deserve what ever you want to do. Go to the bathroom and shave I told her. I undressed and lay in her bed and she came in and crawled in beside me. Come on you know what to do I told her and she guided her self on me. She was having some problems with depth at first but soon relaxed. She kept talking and never stopped. I have a handkerchief for you when its time she said. Tissues were not abundant then. I stopped to pull out and she said one more and I shot some baby juice in her before she got off me . We lay there in the bed and I started grabbing at her bust. Soon I was stiff and I rolled on her and for 15 minutes I gave her the hardest fuck of my life, to be crude. As hard as mean as deep as I could fuck I fucked her. I figured she had my sperm already so what the fuck. When I came in her , my anger and bitterness was gone forever. She kept saying as I lay on her, Its what I deserve. Its justice . Don,t feel bad . Its my fault. I lay in bed and she made coffee and treated me like a man from then on.It was a huge family scandal. She conceived and in 1952 my son was born and she raised him and he always knew I was his father. This is my story. I wish I made it up.
Herbert Stillman
Told to me John J at the mid town bar. With full permission to up load.
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