“N…no…”
“How about breasts? Have you ever felt just how soft and beautiful a woman’s breasts can be?”
“W…well…I tried a time or two after a date to move in while we were kissing, but both times my hand was swatted away. I never tried again after that.”
“How’s your kiss?”
“W…what?!”
“Your dates, what did they think about your kiss?”
“No, they never really offered feedback on that. They just never stuck around much. I’ve mostly been a one-date wonder so far.”
“Oh, Avery, I’m so sorry. This world of girls, they’re unforgiving. But you’re a nice guy and you have potential.”
“Can I ask you something extra, how do you say, sensitive?”
Avery must have realized just how much he has shared, because at this point he felt there was nothing more to hide. “Yes?”
“Well, my parents still call me your aunt, but we’re not related. And ever since Eric died, I have not been related to you by marriage either. So I hope this does not seem too awkward, but would you like me to teach you how to please girls? I want you to have the knowledge you need to make the girls happy when you go to college this fall.”
Avery needed a few seconds to process what he was being offered.
“Bu–but…I really don’t want my folks to lea–”
“I will never tell a soul. Not your parents, not your friends, not any future girlfriends or even future wife. Think about it from my perspective. If your parents heard I was doing things with you they’d kick me off this island before they’d ever do anything to you, yeah?”
The cogs in Avery’s head started to turn.
“Well, Katia, I never thought of you this way before, but you are very beautiful. It would be a pleasure to learn from you.”
“Great. First, let me see how you kiss.”
Katia moved in to kiss Avery, instinctively tilting her head so that she could…CLUNK.
“Avery, your head, when you move in to kiss a girl, tilt it a little to the side. Opposite side girl tilts her head. This way your noses don’t bump like yours just did to me. Let’s try again.”
They moved in for the kiss, and the kiss looked more like one of those scenes you see in a romantic comedy.
Katia then went on to explain about tongues and the unwritten rules of French kissing. What happened there was hidden by their mouths, so I didn’t see much. But it appears that Avery learned as the night went on.
Petting came next. Katia ran her hands gently up and down Avery’s arms, along the sides of his torso, behind his neck, and even through his hair. My thermostat recorded the room as being 74 degrees at that moment, and yet Avery still had goosebumps. Then it was Avery’s turn to touch Katia. He needed some direction and coaxing, learning what the female definition of gentle meant. But soon, Katia seemed to enjoy herself, and they both started kissing and running hands over each other in a bona fide makeout session.
And then, as Katia brushed her hand from one side of Avery’s seated body to the other, she grazed it.
Avery’s cock had grown enormous inside the athletic shorts he was wearing, and as hard as steel pipe. Katia was so lost in the softness of a kiss that she was surprised by the hardness of his erection. She looked up, stared into Avery’s eyes, and asked a rather frank question.
“Do you plan to go to bed like that, or did you vant to vank?” Katia’s accent showing through a bit more this time.
“I…I…I…I’m sorry” was all Avery could stammer, not used to questions this frank despite receiving quite a few of them earlier in the evening.
“Don’t be. It’s to be expected from a passionate make-out session. Do you want me to help you get your cum out tonight or do you want to rub out yourself?”
Avery couldn’t believe what he heard. He answered that he desired the former.
“Good, let me get lube from my bag.”
In a few moments, Katia returned with a small bottle of lube from her suitcase, and a towel from my bathroom.
“First, we need take these off,” Katia told her sexual mentee, pulling at both the bands of his shorts and his boxers simultaneously. She pulled them downward until Avery’s throbbing member, freed of its elastic restraints, sprung up suddenly to greet her.
It was well nearly ten inches long, larger than his fathers’, veiny and quite girthy. Lisa must have been carrying some genes from her family’s side that one wouldn’t know about if they only saw her! It was pulsing reds and purples along its sensitive head. It looked far larger than anything Katia had handled before in her life. And it started to make Katia very, very wet. Now it was Katia’s turn to stutter and stammer.
“Holy shit…you have really nice cock!” Katia said.
“Thank you.”
“Time for first handjob, ok?”
“Uh huh.”
Katia squeezed some lube onto her hands to get ready to empty Avery’s balls of their load…and then squirted even more lube onto her hands for good measure. Even though she figured she’d work up to intercourse with Avery as the week went on, the simple fact of the matter is that there was so much surface area of his cock to cover that she’d need more lube than with any of the men she had been with before.
Her hand lubed up, Katia moved on to encircle as much of Avery’s generous girth as she could with her right hand, knowing it would not close all the way around, and motioned downward, pulling back Avery’s foreskin as she glided a female hand down his cock for the very first time. Avery let out a groan, and before he knew it, Katia had repeated the motion with her left hand. She spent the first few moments slowly alternating between her right and left hands, eliciting drops of precum, groans or other expressions of Avery’s pleasure as her hand worked magic from the tip at the top to the base of his shaft.
Eventually, Katia gradually started to speed up her motions, leading to a point where she simply used one hand to pull down Avery’s foreskin as the other glided up and down, up and down, steadily picking up the pace of her hands stroking Avery’s most sensitive spots. Like any straight 18-year-old who was being sexually tended to by an attractive woman, it wasn’t long before Avery was ready to cum. Katia sensed that this was cumming, so to speak, and she told Avery to warn her.
Soon enough, Avery warned her that he was getting close. Katia moved her face closer to his cock, and opened her mouth. She’d give Avery his first blowjob another day, but in the meantime, this virgin would be giving her no infection or disease from his load, and she needed a place for it to go. As her past several years of sexual encounters had been with men in their early 30s, she figured he would likely ooze out cum, maybe with one or two spurts early on that might project a few inches if he were really excited. After all, Avery is a normal man, not a porn star, right?
Katia may have been on a Hawaiian island formed by volcanic eruptions millions of years ago, but that did not prepare her for the eruption that was about to take place. With a groan and a grimace, Avery signaled that Katia’s sweet hands had brought him past the point of no return, the point of ejaculatory inevitability, the point of…