My first mentor

This story happened to me in the early nineties. I had finished rural school, and my mother sent me to her sister in Moscow for further studies. Aunt Tanya was slender and beautiful. Age-wise, she is 18 years younger than my mom, which means there's a 7-year difference between us. She lived with her husband (a budding alcoholic) in a two-room apartment. Now a little about myself. I'll skip all the formalities and focus on sexual orientation. Since in our village, the boys could be counted on one hand, and those were drunks, and if you consider their communication culture, besides idiocy, they had no other merits. (Sorry if I offended anyone)

Therefore, I began to regard the male sex with contempt.

Already in the 11th grade, I began to notice that girls were becoming attracted to me. At that time, I still didn't know what same-sex love was, so I perceived it as a given and didn't pay it much attention. And so I was in Moscow. Tanya was over the moon about me; she gave me so much attention that I fell in love with her, as they say, "head over heels."

It happened on March 8th. There were three of us at the festive table, and everyone had a decent amount to drink. Vlad, Tanya's husband, on wobbly legs, shuffled off to smoke on the stairwell. And Tanya moved closer to me, put her arm around my waist so that her palm rested on my butt, and began to stroke it. I was in such a good mood that Tanya's hand complemented my positive emotions.

 — Listen, Tanya says, have you been with boys?

 — Been with? I didn't understand.

 — Well, fucked, or something else? And suspicious little lights sparkled in her eyes; it seemed to me she was getting turned on.

 — What are you saying, Aunt Tanya, in our village?

 — What about with girls? she persisted.

 — Oh, come on. I only love my mother and now I've come to love you, and I blushed. Just then Vlad barges in and tries to flirt with me, but Tanya intercepted him in time; she grabbed him under the arms and dragged him to the bedroom, where she dumped him on the bed and began undressing him. First, she unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt and exposed his chest. I was standing in the doorway, watching my aunt's actions with bated breath. And Vlad, meanwhile, was already snoring. Auntie unbuckled his trouser belt and fly, grabbed the pant legs, and started pulling them off. After some effort, the pants slid down along with his underwear. Tanya turned to me, and I was struck as if by an electric shock; I blushed all over and began trembling with a fine shiver. After all, it was the first time I had seen a naked man, and so close up.

 — Come closer, Tanya says, I'll show you what a man's cock is, although calling this Vienna sausage a cock would be too grand a statement, but still, it is what it is. Like a rabbit hypnotized by a boa constrictor, I slowly approached the bed and stopped hesitantly.

 — You climb onto the bed and kneel between his legs, and I'll show you some secrets from here. As if spellbound, I followed all her instructions. And she, meanwhile, took that limp "Vienna sausage" in her hand and began slowly moving her hand up and down (we called that — jerking off). Until that time, I had never thought that such a "limp sausage," especially on a sleeping drunk man, could harden. But then, before my eyes, a miracle began to unfold. To the sounds of loud snoring, the "Vienna sausage" began transforming into a skinny frankfurter. Then Tanya leaned over it and took it in her mouth. From my aunt's action, when I saw for the first time in my life how a cock is taken into the mouth, in the first seconds I felt — the strongest disgust. But as I saw how much pleasure she was taking in it, my squeamishness quietly vanished somewhere. And I began to feel that I also wanted to try that frankfurter. Tanya seemed to read my thoughts.

 — Now, you try, my sweet little girl.

I was kneeling before this miracle and couldn't bring myself to do it. Then Tanya took my hand and pulled it towards the groin, then placed the already formed and hardened frankfurter into my palm. Then she showed me how to jerk it off. From my touch to that tender flesh, I trembled all over. My pussy started flowing heavily again. Tanya, seeing my state, pushed my head down towards the cock. I tried to protest, but she pressed on my head, and the cock ended up deep in my throat. From the unusual discomfort in my mouth, I jerked, but she held my head firmly. By all laws of physics, I should have either choked or "swallowed." But then Tanya loosened her grip a little, and the cock came halfway out. I only had time to gulp air before Tanya's hand pressed again. And she did this several times. And here's the amazing fact: I didn't perceive it as violence against myself, but as my secret and cherished dream — to suck a cock. To this day, I can't recall that boundary I crossed so easily. Within a few minutes, I was sucking with great pleasure.

I became so engrossed in this sweet activity that I completely lost track of Tanya. I wanted to look into her eyes and see how much she approved of my actions. And only at that moment did it dawn on me that I was kneeling already without panties, with my legs spread wide apart. And the hem of my dress was pulled up onto my back, and Tanya's tongue was desperately working in my pussy. And then, I probably received a new impulse in my life. It was such unearthly bliss for me that I blacked out and almost collapsed. Thanks to Tanya's hands, which were firmly holding my buttocks, I remained in position. I was experiencing this extraterrestrial pleasure for the first time, and so from the pleasure, I lost my mind. And I immediately began to compare what was more pleasant for me — the cock in my mouth, or Tanya's tongue in my pussy? And since I was incredibly lucky to receive two such pleasures simultaneously, then from happiness, I blacked out again. Coming to, the first thing I felt was how deeply her tongue was working in my pussy; it was doing such things there that I was flowing like crazy.

I had the feeling that it didn't leave a single "nook" unattended in my hot pussy. At the same time, I flowed so much that I thought Tanya would "choke." But that wasn't the case; Tanya's tongue not only reached deep inside me in my pussy, but it also managed to lick up what was trying to run down my thighs. And then I was caught by the first real orgasm of my life. I cried out and fell over on my side. When I came to, I was already lying on my back, and Tanya was licking up the last drops. That's how I celebrated March 8th. And later, there was more, but that's a completely different story.

P.S. Sorry, but I won't respond to the male sex, nor to girls under 20.

Respectfully, Victoria OKAY

Author's e-mail: viktоriа.bi.klаssikоvа@yаndеx.ru