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Auntie Liu
by Levi Charon (xebpy@mail.com)

***

After suffering a devastating embarrassment on a date, 
a young man is tended to by an expert in sexuality. He 
discovers making love to be far more than he ever 
imagined. (MF, 1st, rom)
 
***

Dad's story:

No sooner had I finally drifted off to sleep after an 
hour of restless tossing and turning than the back 
door slammed, bringing me upright in my bed. "Shit!" I 
muttered as I got up to investigate. I heard my son 
tromping up the stairs followed by his bedroom door 
slamming. He was clearly not a happy lad.

I crossed the hall and knocked on his door. "Jesse, 
what the hell's going on? What's all the noise about?"

"Just leave me alone! It's all your fault anyhow!"

Well, I couldn't very well ignore that, could I? "No, 
I'm not going to leave you alone until you tell me 
what's going on and what's all my fault? Come on, son, 
open up and let's talk."

"I don't want to talk about it!" He sounded like he 
was on the verge of tears. I know sixteen-year-old 
boys struggle with raging hormones and everything bad 
that happens to them seems like a crisis in the 
making, but the emotions are still legitimate and they 
have to be dealt with. It was times like this when I 
was reminded of how much I missed his late mother. She 
was such a natural at dealing with these kinds of 
things.

"No deal, Jesse. I'm not going away so you may as well 
open up."

He opened his door without making eye contact, sitting 
on his bed and staring at his feet. I put my hand on 
his shoulder as I sat next to him. "Now tell me what 
this is about and why it's my fault."

"I'm sorry Dad. I didn't really mean that. It's really 
personal and I don't feel right about talking to you 
about it. I guess it's just something I'll have to 
live with."

"Jesse, the more personal it is, the more you should 
be talking to me about it. Who knows you better than I 
do?"

With a sigh, he looked at me and said, "It's about 
genes, Dad."

"Jeans? What, your Levis? Is something wrong with 
them?"

He chuckled in spite of his crappy mood. "Not that 
kind, Dad. Genes, like inherited characteristics."

"Oh, OK. What about genes? Is there something wrong 
with yours?"

"Oh, jeez, this is so embarrassing!" Another big sigh, 
"Yes, there's something wrong with my genes. My... my 
penis is too small. There, I said it! Are you happy?" 
Now he did break into tears. 

I hugged him to me and brushed my fingers through his 
hair. "Tell me what happened, Jesse. What brought this 
on?"

"She laughed at me, Dad! God, I wish I could die." I 
just held on to him. There was no point in going on 
until he got control of himself. After a few minutes, 
he settled down some. I handed him some tissues and he 
blew his nose.

"Now tell me what happened, Son. Just start talking 
and it'll come out."

"You know I had a date with Wanda tonight. After the 
movie we parked down by the river and, well, you know 
how things go – we started getting pretty steamy and 
she said she wanted to 'do it'. When she got my pants 
unzipped and pulled down, she just looked at it and 
said 'What am I supposed to do with that little thing? 
I changed my mind. You can take me home now.' I've 
never been so embarrassed in my life, Dad. I'll never 
be able to look her in the face again."

Now it was me getting angry. "It's Wanda who should be 
embarrassed, Jesse. I can't imagine anyone being so 
rude and thoughtless. Son, all Wanda managed to 
communicate was her astounding stupidity. I don't even 
know what you saw in her in the first place other than 
her unusually large breasts. Obviously her mind isn't 
nearly as well developed."

In spite of himself, he laughed, "That's funny, Dad. I 
hope I can remember that line if I ever talk to her 
again."

"Why would you ever talk to her again? Look, Son, you 
don't have anywhere near enough experience to know 
what good sex should be like and what does and doesn't 
give a woman pleasure. I know there's more pornography 
on the internet than probably anything else and I'd be 
a complete fool if I thought you hadn't found ways to 
access it. No teenage boy is going to miss an 
opportunity like that.

"But, Jesse, that world isn't real. It doesn't teach 
you anything about making love, it only shows people 
having sex – not the same thing. If you think that 
guys with ten-inch penises give and get more pleasure 
than guys with five-inch penises, you couldn't be more 
wrong. Making love to someone is a whole-body 
experience, not just your genitals. There is nothing 
wrong with you or your penis, Jesse, and don't you 
ever believe otherwise. You get some sleep now and 
don't let Wanda's crude insensitivity cause you any 
more pain. She isn't worth it."

"Thanks, Dad. I suppose you're right. Good night."

I thought about mentioning my concerns about 
contraception but then figured the timing wasn't quite 
right. 

I thought about Jesse's anxieties all through the next 
day. I knew I was right in what I said to him but I 
was also pretty sure he wasn't convinced. This was a 
serious problem and unless we got him straightened 
out, it could cause some real issues with his 
emotional development. No parent wants to see that 
happen. 

The problem is how to get his self-confidence 
restored. I didn't think a therapist was the way to 
go. That might reinforce his belief that there really 
was something wrong with him. No, this was an 
extremely delicate matter and it needed the touch of 
someone who knew exactly what they were doing. I was 
pretty sure I knew the right person; the problem was 
how to broach the subject.

About two years after my wife died, we had a block 
party in our neighborhood with a bar-B-Q, stickball, 
volleyball and we even hired a small combo and laid 
down a portable dance floor. It was a great party and, 
as far as I could tell, no one overdid it on the beer 
and wine. Jesse was thirteen at the time and, of 
course he and his friends separated from the 'old 
people' as soon as they could manage it. 

During the course of the evening after things had 
quieted down a bit, I met a lady from the next block 
down and we danced a few dances together. Her name is 
Liu Yi. Liu's husband had been an aeronautical 
engineer traveling all over the world and had met her 
in Shanghai. He convinced her to marry him and they 
immigrated to the US and moved to our neighborhood. 
Mr. Yi died of a heart attack less than a year later 
and left Liu alone but very well provided for. 

She's quite a lovely woman, about forty, and keeps 
herself fit and trim. We seemed to hit it off the 
evening of the party and started dating from time to 
time. We even discussed marriage after a few dates but 
we didn't feel the timing was right. We're still very 
close and Jesse even refers to her as his Auntie Liu. 
She thinks he's adorable. 

One of the little 'secrets' Liu shared with me when 
marriage was a consideration is that, before she met 
Mr. Yi, she worked as a high-class escort in Shanghai. 
My response to that revelation was that her past was 
her business and no one else's; it certainly didn't 
affect my feelings for her. She explained that she was 
sharing that information only in the name of total 
honesty.

So where does she fit into Jesse's problems? I 
figured, if anyone knew how to go about educating him 
and restoring his confidence it would be her. I 
struggled with how to ask her advice without making 
too obvious a reference to her former profession. I 
called and asked her out to dinner and she accepted. 

About half way through the meal, Liu put her hand on 
my arm and said, "Martin, you've been working up to 
something all evening. Why not just come right out and 
say it?"

I chuckled. "You read me like a book. Am I really that 
obvious?"

"Yes, you are. Now, what's this all about?"

So I took a deep breath and plunged in. "Liu, I have a 
problem. No, Jesse has a problem. Well, actually, we 
both have a problem." As we finished off the wine, I 
tried to explain what Jesse was dealing with and how 
stymied I was trying to think of a solution. "Please 
don't be angry with me for coming to you, Liu. I 
couldn't think of anyone else who might be world-wise 
enough to offer any useful advice."

"How could I be angry with you, Martin? I'm touched 
that you would trust me enough to share Jesse's 
heartbreaking experience. Let me think about it and 
I'll come up with some ideas. If you don't mind, I'd 
rather deal directly with him rather than having you 
as a middleman. I will not mention this discussion. Do 
you agree?"

"Of course I agree, Liu. Jesse thinks you're about the 
greatest thing since sliced bread. I know he couldn't 
be in better hands."

***

Auntie Liu's story:

Martin came to me with a problem. Well, actually, he 
kind of snuck up on me with a problem by asking me out 
to dinner. We met three years ago at a block party and 
have been dating ever since. After my husband died, I 
really didn't have much interest in becoming involved 
with another man but Martin turned out to be something 
special. 

Learning we were both widowed opened up an area of 
common interest and it grew from there. Martin is such 
a kind, capable and loving person that he's almost 
impossible to resist. He has asked me to marry him and 
I'm very much tempted but I haven't quite grown 
comfortable with the idea yet. Moving into a ready-
made family strikes me as being as risky as running 
through a minefield. Jesse, his sixteen–year-old only 
child is adorable and calls me his Auntie Liu.

Before I explain Martin's problem, I'll tell you a 
little about my background since it has something to 
do with why he approached me in the first place. From 
the age of seventeen until I married a wonderful 
gentleman by the name of Yi Liang, I worked as a 
professional escort in Shanghai. I believe in this 
country, I would have been referred to as a high-class 
prostitute. 

In China the profession doesn't carry quite the same 
stigma. Mr. Yi, who was a very successful aeronautical 
engineer, was a client of my escort service and 
repeatedly asked me to retire from the business and 
marry him. I finally acceded to his wishes and three 
years later we immigrated to the United States and 
became citizens. Sadly, Mr. Yi died of a heart attack 
less than a year afterward. I am fortunate in that he 
was quite wealthy and left a substantial estate.

Back to Martin's problem; it came about as a result of 
Jesse's problem. It seems that Jesse went out with a 
female – I'm reluctant to call her a young lady – who 
made promises of sexual favors and then ridiculed him 
for having a small penis. No sixteen-year-old boy is 
going to be anything but devastated by that kind of 
vicious cruelty. Poor Jesse was heartbroken and feared 
he would always be less than adequate to carry out his 
duty and right as a man. 

After Martin learned of this tragic event, he tried to 
reassure his son that no such thing would happen and 
that he was absolutely normal. He was quite rightly 
concerned for his son's emotional wellbeing and needed 
to come up with some way to convince Jesse that there 
was nothing wrong with him. That's when he called me 
and asked me out to dinner. It must have been 
difficult for him to ask me because he knows about my 
history as an escort and was afraid I would be angry 
with him. But how could I be angry. For a man to trust 
me with such a delicate issue was flattering and I 
told him I would find a way to counsel with Jesse.

What Jesse needed was immediately clear to me when 
Martin explained the situation. Of course, I didn't 
tell him of my intentions but asked him to let me deal 
directly with his son and he agreed, expressing his 
confidence that I would be sensitive to the boy's 
state of mind.

I waited three days to give Jesse time to recover from 
the initial embarrassment. That Saturday morning 
called him and asked if he would be willing to help me 
put in a new flower garden and earn some extra cash. 
He was more than happy to help as I knew he would be. 
Jesse is a handsome young man and is already as tall 
as his father. He is such a sweet boy that it breaks 
my heart that someone would hurt him like that slut, 
Wanda. He arrived at about ten and I set him to work 
digging up an area I had already marked off in my back 
yard. While he dug, I prepared his favorite Chinese 
dish, dim sum, for lunch.

When he was finished, Jesse showed up at the back door 
looking like he had crawled through a swamp. As he 
showered, I found some clothes that had belonged to my 
late husband and laid them out.

All through lunch, I maneuvered the conversation to 
get him to bring up the issue of his date with Wanda. 
I knew he would be reluctant and figured I would have 
to bully him into coming out with it. I opened the 
gate by asking how his love life was. As soon as I saw 
he was going to try to dodge the issue, I pounced and, 
with a little cajoling, I convinced him to tell me the 
story. I waited until he was finished, then set my 
plan into action. Jesse's innocence was so sweet and 
appealing it made me hunger for his young body 
although my main objective was to mend his damaged 
psyche and give him back his confidence.

I took his hand and led him to my bedroom where I had 
candles ready and had burned some sandalwood incense. 
His anxiety grew as it dawned on him what we were 
about to do. I carefully explained my intentions and 
reassured him that it was an important part of his 
education. No doubt his knowledge of sex was 
essentially what he had seen on the internet and the 
stories he got from his friends and those ideas had to 
be dispelled.

By the time we had helped each other undress, I could 
see he wanted to have sex with me in spite of his 
reservations and I certainly wanted him. From that 
point it was just a matter of leading him from step to 
step and instructing him on the finer points of 
pleasing his partner and pleasing himself. I was 
expecting to see a very small penis but discovered 
that, while he was a little smaller than the average 
Caucasian male, he was about average for an Oriental. 
My objective was to show him how to use his whole body 
to bring his partner and himself to the highest levels 
of passion, to make love with his entire being rather 
than just his penis.

Jesse turned out to be an apt student and, through my 
instruction and his own instincts, we enjoyed an hour 
of making love that was more than fulfilling for both 
of us. As we had tea afterward, I explained that this 
would be a one-time event and that he must never 
mention it to anyone and he must never ask me to do it 
again. He was mature enough to understand completely, 
especially when I told him that, if I had his 
approval, I intended to accept his father's proposal 
of marriage.

He seemed delighted and asked if he could call me 
Mother Liu.

***

Jesse's story:

I may as well just go to Tibet and become a Buddhist 
monk. I mean, if girls are going to see me as some 
sort of pathetic freak, my life is pretty much over 
anyway.

Wanda Schulz, according to some of my friends, was my 
best chance for getting laid for the very first time. 
They all claimed to have banged her several times 
(which was probably a lie anyhow) and I was the only 
one who was still a virgin. Every time the topic got 
around to sex, which was pretty much all the time, her 
name came up. She isn't drop-dead gorgeous but she is 
kind of pretty even if she's a little bit overweight 
and she has these enormous boobs. So anyhow, I finally 
worked up the nerve to ask her out and she said 'yes'.

The night started out a little shaky. I picked her up 
at her house where her dad looked at me like I was 
some sort of low-life pervert. Wanda said not to pay 
any attention to him because he looked at all her 
boyfriends that way. We went to the Pizza Hut before 
the movie. I've been told I could wipe out the family 
food budget by myself but my appetite couldn't hold a 
candle to that girl. We ordered a medium pizza with 
everything and she ate two thirds of it plus a dessert 
and two Cokes. Impressive!

The movie was OK but it wasn't going to be nominated 
for any Academy Awards. As we left the theater, I 
asked her if she wanted to park by the river. In our 
town, that's a not-too-subtle code for do-you-want-to-
have-sex. She was all for it! I couldn't believe my 
luck, and on the first date. I no sooner shut off the 
engine than she was all over me like bark on a tree. 

She actually took one of my hands and put it on her 
breast while she unbuttoned my Levis and started 
tugging them down. Needless to say, my dick was 
already at rigid attention and ready for business. 
When it popped out of my shorts as she dragged them 
down, she just stopped and looked at it and said, 
"What am I supposed to do with that little thing. I 
changed my mind, Jesse. You can take me home now."

If there is a god, the kindest thing he could have 
done at that moment is to strike me dead on the spot. 
It would have saved me the embarrassment of having to 
be in the same space as Wanda as I pulled up my pants 
and drove her home. Not another word passed between us 
and I suppose that was a blessing of sorts.

By the time I got home, I was so furious I could have 
chewed nails. The problem was I didn't know who to be 
angry at. Unfortunately, my parents couldn't pick out 
which sperm was going to fertilize which ovum. Why 
couldn't I have been born with a penis like those porn 
freaks on the internet? Was that too much to ask? I 
didn't remember my dick being much different than the 
other guys in the locker room at school but apparently 
it was. Our dear Wanda obviously needed something more 
substantial to meet her standards.

So I stormed into the house, slamming doors and stuff. 
That woke up Dad and I said some stupid things when he 
knocked on my door asking what the problem was. I 
wasn't in the mood for conversation but Dad's not the 
type of person to put off issues 'til the next day. So 
I let him in and, after some coaxing and prodding, I 
finally told him what happened. That was even more 
embarrassing and, can you believe it? I actually broke 
down and cried like a little kid. Sure, let's just 
keep piling on the embarrassment.

That night has to be the low point of my life. Not 
that it stopped me jerking off or anything. I figured 
if I wasn't going to be any good to women, at least I 
could give myself some pleasure. In fact, self-abuse 
took on a whole new level of importance to me. I tried 
to make each session the best one ever and took to 
spending hours on my computer looking for better and 
sexier stimulation. I never would have believed on-
line porn could get boring, but it can. I think Dad 
was getting worried that I spent so much time alone in 
my room.

Then, thank Eros, everything did a complete turn-
around, all because a person whom I never would have 
thought of as having a solution took me under her 
wing, so to speak, and taught me things I wouldn't 
have learned from Wanda or her kind in a thousand 
years.

Here's how it happened: There's a lady who lives in 
the next block down from us that Dad's been dating for 
two or three years now. Her name is Liu Yi and she's 
just about the nicest person I've ever met as well as 
being incredibly gorgeous. I'm pretty sure she and Dad 
have talked about getting married but, so far, nothing 
has come of it. I keep wondering what the holdup is. 

Anyhow, Mrs. Yi - I call her Auntie Liu - called me 
one day and asked if I could help her with some chores 
around her house. That was kind of a surprise because 
she's about the most competent person I know and I've 
never known her to need anyone's help with anything. 
But she asked and I told her I'd love to. She usually 
has something really good to eat lying around and 
makes me sample it, as if I would ever refuse.

So when I got to her house, she showed me a little 
plot of ground in her back yard that she wanted to put 
a flower garden into and asked if I would spade it up 
and get it ready for planting. She said she would 
normally have done it herself but thought it might be 
a good way for me to earn some extra cash. I got the 
spade and fork out of her tool shed and plowed in (pun 
intended) while she went inside to make lunch for us. 

Two hours later, I left my shoes on the step, knocked 
on the back door and told her I was finished. One look 
at my sweaty body and muddy clothes and she directed 
me to the bathroom for a quick shower before lunch. 
She even laid out some khaki shorts and a T-shirt that 
had belonged to her late husband. He was about the 
same size I am now when he died.

My favorite food was laid out on the table when I sat 
down. Dim sum! If you're not familiar with it, its 
bite-sized pieces of all sorts of things, usually 
deep-fried or steamed, that you pick up with your chop 
sticks and dip into a sauce. I had every intention of 
making a pig of myself.

As we ate, the conversation got around to school and 
my upcoming summer vacation and stuff. She dropped in 
a question about how my love life was going that kind 
of blindsided me, bringing up memories I didn't care 
to rehash. I guess I must have blushed because she 
stopped and looked at me. Auntie Liu doesn't miss 
much.

"I seem to have touched on a sore spot, Jesse. Are you 
having problems?"

"Um, it's nothing, Auntie Liu. Just a little personal 
thing I'm dealing with right now." I hoped she would 
let it slide but she's very much like Dad in that 
respect.

"Perhaps it's something I could help you with if it 
involves girls. You might have noticed that I am one."

I laughed nervously and tried to blow it off, "It's 
really more of a guy thing, but thanks for offering."

She put her hand on my arm and said, "Jesse, look at 
me. My inscrutable Chinese mind sees all and I can see 
in your face that something is causing you a lot of 
worry. I also know from your comments that it has 
something to do with the opposite sex. I won't explain 
why but you can trust that I happen to be somewhat of 
an expert in that area so, fess up kid, and tell me 
what's beating you up inside."

"I can't, Auntie Liu! I'd be too embarrassed," I 
whined.

"I'm somewhat older and considerably wiser in the ways 
of the world than you, wouldn't you agree?" I nodded 
my head without looking her in the eye. She continued, 
"When you hold a big problem inside and refuse to deal 
with it, it only get bigger and eventually becomes 
something you can't deal with. You must trust someone 
to give you a different perspective; you do trust me 
don't you?"

"You know I do." Part of me wanted to bolt out the 
door but another part of me was thinking 'If I can't 
trust Auntie Liu, I can't trust anybody'.

Taking a deep breath, I began to explain what had 
happened with Wanda. Once I started talking, 
everything poured out including my little talk with 
Dad. I said I knew he must be right but I just 
couldn't let go of it. When I finished, she looked at 
me for a long time, then stood up and came around the 
table and kissed me on the forehead.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Jesse?"

"I think you're beautiful, Auntie Liu." It was hard to 
come up with the right words to describe her, but 
after searching my Roget's, I settled on 'elegant'.

Bending down, she whispered, "Come with me, Jesse." 
She took my hand and led me through her home to the 
master bedroom. It was sparsely furnished with a few 
beautiful lacquered oriental pieces and smelled of 
sandalwood. I was pretty sure my dad had spent some 
time there. She walked around the room drawing the 
drapes and lighting two candles on a low table at the 
foot of the bed, then stood in front of me and looked 
up into my eyes. I felt my heart racing as my mind 
began to imagine what might be happening.

"Jesse," she said very softly, "It seems you and your 
friend, Wanda are sadly misinformed about what making 
love is all about, and I am going to correct your 
thinking. You must trust me and do exactly as I say. 
We're going to begin by removing your clothing and 
then we're going to remove mine."

I felt like my brain was about to explode. "I don't 
think I can do this. I mean, I call you Auntie Liu!"

"It doesn't make any difference what you call me. 
Today, this afternoon, we are a man and a woman, a 
student and a teacher, Jesse and Liu. Do you 
understand?"

I could only nod my head.

"Then let us begin with this lesson. Much of the 
pleasure of making love is in anticipating what is to 
come." 

Every move she made was with the grace of a ballet 
dancer. She began by lifting the T-shirt over my head. 
Laying her hands on my shoulders, she took a step back 
and looked at me. "Your body is becoming that of a 
man. You are quite handsome and desirable, Jesse." Her 
body glided around mine, her fingers brushing my chest 
and back and belly. Kneeling, she lifted one foot, 
then the other, removing my indoor flip-flops then, 
leaning forward, pressed her lips gently to my belly, 
sending a little jolt of electricity to my groin. 

Turning her back to me as she stood, she stepped out 
of her slippers and asked me to unzip her dress. It 
was a silk flower print that fit her body perfectly. A 
thought drifted through my brain that I had never, 
ever seen her look anything other than beautifully 
dressed, even in casual clothes. The zipper ran from 
her slim neck to below her waist and as my shaking 
fingers neared her shapely bottom, the dress slid off 
her shoulders and fell to the floor, leaving her in 
skimpy bikini panties and bra. I knew she took pains 
to keep herself fit and healthy but the sight of her 
pale olive-skinned body made my heart pound. 

"Please unhook the bra, Jesse." I fumbled with the 
tiny hook and finally got it to come lose, allowing 
the bra to fall away from her when she bent forward. 
She turned toward me and again, my breath caught in my 
chest; there was no sag in her breasts even though 
they were full and heavy. The aureoles were dark 
brown, the nipples protruding. "Slow your breathing, 
Jesse." I hadn't realized I was starting to 
hyperventilate. I reached for her breasts but she 
knelt moving away from my touch. Ever so slowly and 
deliberately, Liu unbuttoned every button on the khaki 
shorts and slid them down my legs to the floor. 

By this time, my penis was beginning to stir. Her lips 
barely made contact with my underwear stretched over 
the growing erection. With her gorgeous dark brown 
eyes locked onto mine, her cool fingers hooked the 
waistband of my underwear and slid them to the floor 
putting my rapidly growing cock directly in front of 
her face. Again, leaning forward, her lips barely 
touched the head.

"In this lesson, you will learn that each step of 
making love should be enjoyed in its own right. If you 
move slowly and with purpose, as in Tai-chi, you will 
be rewarded with greater passion and greater 
pleasure." Following her directions, I began by 
caressing her short, glossy black hair, then kissed 
her lightly on the forehead, her cheeks and finally 
her lips. I felt her breasts brushing against my 
belly. She led me to the bed and lay back, pulling me 
onto the bed beside her. "Jesse, if you wish to learn 
to be a good lover, you must never rush to penetration 
and climax. If you do, you will nearly always leave 
your partner unsatisfied. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

"Very softly, with your fingertips, I want you to 
touch every part of my body except my genitals. I want 
you to experience the softness and shape of 
everything; my face, my shoulders, my breasts, my 
tummy, my hips, my legs. As you explore, you my kiss 
each area very gently. Some women like to be licked 
and some do not. I am one who does so you may use the 
tip of your tongue if you wish."

I wished.

After several minutes of tactile heaven, touching, 
licking and sucking her hard nipples, Liu whispered, 
"Now I'm going to teach you about women's genitals. 
Like a man's penis, they are extremely sensitive and 
responsive to the slightest touch. Begin by removing 
my panties."

I hooked the waist of her bikini panties and pulled 
them down her slim, beautiful legs and dropped them on 
the floor. She had a bush of dense, strait black hair, 
not curly like western women. My nose caught a faint 
scent of something musky and intoxicating. 

To this point, she had not touched my penis with her 
hands and my balls were actually aching. She seemed to 
sense my discomfort and said, "Before you put your 
penis into me, I want you to feel with your fingers 
where it is going to fit." Opening her legs a little, 
she guided my hand to her sex and instructed me to 
gently stroke first, the labia that were already erect 
and moist, then the clitoris, protruding out of a nest 
of hair at the top of her slit. 

"This is where the use of your tongue will be most 
appreciated. As you do that, I want you find the 
opening to my vagina and insert your finger until I 
tell you to stop." I teased her clitoris with my 
tongue while my index finger searched for and found 
the opening and slowly moved into her. 

When it was nearly all the way in, she said, "Stop! 
Now move the tip of your finger around on the front 
side of my vagina." I did as I was told causing her to 
inhale sharply and clamp down on my finger with her 
vaginal muscles. "That area that you are rubbing is 
sometimes called the G-spot. It's quite sensitive and 
stimulating it properly can quickly bring a woman to 
orgasm. Do you see how far your finger is inside me?"

I looked and nodded.

At this point, she took my cock into her hand and 
stroked up and down its length. "Jesse, I estimate 
your penis is large enough and long enough to reach 
that spot with a couple of inches to spare. Do you 
know what that means?"

With a grin spreading across my face, I nodded my head 
again.

"Listen carefully to this. Most women don't find 
pleasure in a man trying to push his penis through the 
far end of their vaginas. I find great pleasure in a 
man taking the time to make me feel loved and 
treasured, to make me experience sexual excitement and 
complete satisfaction. Come to me now, Jesse and make 
love to me with your beautiful penis."

As I moved into position, Liu opened her legs wider in 
invitation. Taking my cock in her hand, she guided me 
into her opening. She wouldn't allow me to rush. I 
moved in and out of her at a pace that gave us both 
pleasure but held off the climax until I could stand 
it no more and erupted a geyser of semen into her 
lovely body. Panting for breath, I began to withdraw 
but she stopped me. "No, lie still, Jesse. We're not 
finished yet. You are not a large man. I want to feel 
your weight on my body."

We lay together enjoying the feel of each other's 
closeness. I felt her vagina contracting around my 
cock, actually stirring it back to life. As I got 
harder, I began to move inside her again. "Roll onto 
you back," she instructed. Straddling my hips, she 
lowered herself onto me and began moving her bottom in 
a circular motion, causing my dick to do the same 
inside her. 

"You'll find women like this position because they can 
control the penetration and they can move the penis 
inside them to stimulate several areas. This is also a 
good opportunity for you to gently massage my breasts 
and nipples. When you are exchanging sweet words, 
being face to face like this allows you to communicate 
so much with your expressions."

I held her breasts in my hands feeling the weight and 
softness of them while my thumbs circled and teased 
her nipples into hardness. "Yes, Jesse, that feels 
very nice. Try to remember that, depending on where 
the woman is in her monthly cycle, the nipples can 
sometimes be very tender and rough stimulation can be 
quite painful. What you are doing is perfect."

Over the next half hour, Liu continued to teach me so 
much about making love that I wished we were being 
recorded so I could recall it all. During all that 
time, she had complete control over my level of 
arousal, bringing me to the point of ejaculation, then 
letting the peak pass and decline, prolonging my 
ecstasy until I finally begged her to let me just fuck 
her silly. She laughed and raised herself off my cock 
and asked me to move behind her and enter from the 
rear. What a fantastic sight, those erect, wet labia 
inviting me to push through them.

"Go ahead and finish now, Jesse. You've done well and 
I too am ready for orgasm." I pushed into her easily 
and began slamming myself against her ass, my balls 
drawing up tightly against my groin. "Yes, yes, 
harder, harder. I'm coming, Jesse, I'm coming!" We 
were both gasping and panting as we rushed to a 
magnificent climax, her vagina grasping and squeezing 
my cock as I pushed through the tightness to empty my 
semen into her welcoming body. She fell forward onto 
her belly and I onto her back with my cock sliding out 
of her and nestling between her legs. I kept kissing 
her neck and shoulders as we caught our breath.

"Oh, Liu," I whispered, "Everything I ever imagined 
about sex was never close to the real thing. How can I 
ever thank you for this?"

"First, we will shower and clean ourselves up, then we 
will talk."

We spent another fifteen minutes in a steaming hot 
shower washing each other. She insisted we dry each 
other as well with warm, fluffy towels and added the 
final lesson of the day. "Making love should end 
slowly, like this, continuing to give pleasure to each 
other." She rubbed my body briskly with the towel, 
causing my dick to begin growing again when she got to 
that area. 

"I must say you have quite an impressive capacity to 
recover, young man," she laughed as she dried my legs 
and feet. "But we must have tea now and talk." We got 
dressed and went into the kitchen where she put on 
water for the tea. A bottle of plum wine was taken 
from the refrigerator and she poured half a glass for 
each of us. She sat across the table from me and took 
both my hands into hers.

"Tell me, Jesse. How do you feel about your problem 
now?'

"Much better, Liu. I see it wasn't a problem at all, 
just my imagination. I feel kind of silly about it 
now."

"Don't chastise yourself. You felt you had a 
legitimate problem and now you have learned that it is 
not the problem you believed. These are lessons we can 
only learn through experiencing life. Do you agree?"

"I agree and I'm so grateful to you for making me 
understand."

"Good." She lifted her glass and indicated I should do 
the same. 

"Congratulations on your success as a lover! What 
happened between us will never happen again. You must 
not expect it and you must never mention it again, 
especially to your father." We touched glasses and 
sipped the sweet wine.

Smiling and leaning forward conspiratorially, she 
whispered, "I'll tell you a secret; your father has 
again asked me to marry him and I accepted on the 
condition that you would approve. He's going to talk 
to you about it in the next day or two. At this point, 
you should return to calling me your Auntie Liu."

I couldn't have been happier. "How about Mother Liu?"

PS: It's a year later now; Dad and Liu are married 
and, so far, everything is working out beautifully.

Bolstered by the confidence Liu engendered, I've 
actually had sex (protected) with two girls from 
school. Recalling the fabulous lessons I received at 
the hands of a master, I moved slowly and tried to 
make them feel that they were very special as I 
brought them to multiple orgasms. Both girls seem to 
be anxious to repeat the experience. 

Apparently, word of my skills got back to Wanda 
because she actually approached me and asked if I 
would like to go out. I was proud of myself, speaking 
very politely when I told her I couldn't think of a 
single reason why I would want to do that.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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