I slept most of the way home from the beach until we stopped at a fast food restaurant for dinner on the way home. My aunt said she had to go the bathroom so we needed to go inside to order and eat. I put my coverup on and we went inside. As I waited for my aunt several boys were leaving. Once they were outside I could hear all the comments they making about fucking me. I guess they thought I was really a girl, which was comforting.

As we drove home from the restaurant I asked, "Did I do the wrong thing today?"

"You mean blowing Mark?" my aunt asked.

I nodded and she said that when she was a girl it was unheard of for a 12 year old girl to have sex, but now it's much more common. "The important thing is, did you want it, and how do you feel about it?"

"I kind of wanted it," I admitted.

"Kind of?" she asked, "I would have expected that you would know for sure."

"Okay, yes I wanted it," I said, "But it was kind of confusing – he said all girls like to suck cock, and I wanted to learn about sex as a girl."

"He was handing you a line," Aunt Mazzie said, "A great many girls hate to suck cock, and hate it even more when guys ask them to." She thought for a moment and asked, "Does Mark know you are a boy?"

A wave of emotion washed over me and I began to cry. I blurted out, "Yes, and I was so scared when he found out." After I regained my composure I explained how we had both been accidentally pushed into the water and he that I was a boy.

"Did he force you to blow him?" my aunt asked.

"No," I replied, "But he sure was persuasive."

Aunt Mazzie took me to the couch and we sat with her arm around me. She pulled my head to her and I rested on her breasts. She had such a wonderful built-in pillow. She explained that some boys preferred girls like me and think they are easy because we are more cooperative than the regular girls.

"Should I have refused?" I asked.

"Who can say?" my aunt replied, "Maybe it would have been okay to, or maybe he would have made trouble for you – there is no point in second-guessing yourself – as long as you enjoyed it, it's probably okay."

"He said he wanted me to be his girl," I said, "I wonder if he meant it?"

"Time will tell," said my aunt, "If he wants to be with you again then you'll know it’s for real."

"But I don't know how that can happen," I said, "I didn't tell him how to contact me, and I don't know how to find him."

"That makes it more difficult," she said, "But not impossible – watch for him when you're out."

I decided that was the best bet, and Aunt Mazzie agreed to take me to the mall a few times to look for Mark.

After dinner Aunt Mazzie said, "We only have a few hours before bedtime, and it might be a good time to just enjoy ourselves together. Do you still want to help me?"

"Sure," I said, wondering what sort of sexual adventure she had in mind. Thinking about sucking Mark had left me really horny!

Aunt Mazzie led me to her bedroom and asked me to suck her nipples. I knew that it worked wonders and gladly went to it. My aunt was moaning in no time, and then stopped me for a moment. She leaned over and opened the drawer on her nightstand and took out a vibrator. I had seen them before and knew what they were for, but never seen one in use.

Aunt Mazzie spread her legs and showed me how it easily inserted in her pussy, lubed by her natural juices. She flipped a switch on the end and it began to hum, which seemed to drive her wild. She showed me a little nub at the top of her pussy and said that was her magic spot. She had me stroke the vibrator in and out of her while she rubbed her magic spot with her fingers, and then told me to put the tip of the vibrator on it and soon she was shouting and shaking again. By now I could tell that she was cumming.

After she recovered, she took the vibrator and put it in her pussy again. I thought she was going for a second round, but she said she was just lubing it up for me. I had no idea what she meant by that, but I was soon to discover. She had me kneel on all fours with my butt toward her. Suddenly I felt the tip of the vibrator pressing at my hole.

"Just relax and welcome it," she said.

I didn't know how to relax and welcome it, but as least I didn't fight it. I felt it press into me and then stop. She said I was doing well – just stay relaxed.

Then it felt it slip inside me a few inches and it really felt great! My little cock was stiff again, but when she flipped the switch and I felt the vibrations it sent me over the edge and I came almost instantly! I shot all over Aunt Mazzie's sheet.

Aunt Mazzie reached for a nearby towel and wiped up my mess. "I should have been ready for that," she said, pulling the vibrator out. I just collapsed on the bed, fully spent.

Aunt Mazzie went into the bathroom and washed the vibrator off and returned.

"You can keep this for your use," she said, "I have others."

She gave me a tube of silicone lubricant as well.

"I wanted you to get to know what anal was like," she said, "So you'll be ready when a boy wants you that way."

I thanked my aunt for the vibrator and all she had taught me.

As I drifted off to sleep I realized that I really liked being a straight girl a lot more than being a straight boy.

Special thanks to my online friend Rachel Quinn for the inspiration for this story and much of the plot.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)