My Aunt Barb isn't really my aunt she just feels like one. She and my mom were sorority sisters back in college. They've been friends ever since, which seems like forever. My name is Katherine but to Barb it was kitten until I turned sixteen, then it became Kat. I'm now twenty five years old with a Master's in Education. My mom is fifty and I think Barb is more like forty eight although she could pass for forty. She's never been married that I know of and has lived in New York City until last year when she moved here to Portland, Oregon. She used to visit us here in Portland twice a year or more on business trips. She'd stay with us unless she and my dad had a big argument then she'd get a hotel room downtown.

She and my dad are polar opposites as far as their political views. Barb is extreme left and dad is extreme right. He's a partner in a big law firm in Portland. Barb owns a marketing and consulting company in Portland now and she does really well for herself. Mom is in the middle and referees their fights which usually occur after they've been drinking and I've gone to bed. My dad says she was a high priced call girl at times when she's not around and my mom gives him the eye and denies it all. Mom is a pediatric surgeon up at OHSU, which stands for Oregon Health Science University or locally known as Pill Hill.

I still live at home but come and go as I please. My boyfriend/fiance is an engineer with the City of Portland. We've been dating since college. We haven't set a wedding date yet because Michael seems to be afraid of commitment.

Barb popped in a little over a year ago and announced she was moving here. She had more clients in Asia thank anywhere else so moving made more sense. She bought a condo in South Waterfront that overlooked the Willamette River. It had stunning views of Mt. Hood to the East and was convenient to downtown. The place was huge and took up one fourth of the fourteenth floor, three bedrooms, and two baths. The master bath was as big as my bedroom at home. It had a Jacuzzi tub with a separate rock and glass enclosed shower that could probably fit five people. She bought it just by looking at pictures online which I thought was a very bold move.

The furnishings from her old residence were due to arrive the next week and of course mom volunteered us to help her unpack. Dad naturally had an excuse about a big client and playing golf so he didn't help. He never seems to be around much when Barb is here.

Barb was staying with us until her things arrived. She had leased a car until she could get settled. Saturday we took her car downtown to help her unpack. The movers had called and had dropped everything off.

We found her parking spot in the underground lot and took the elevator to the fourteenth floor. Getting out of the elevator I noticed there were only four doors. We waited behind her as she opened the door to her new house. The place was just like the pictures she'd shown us. We wandered around looking at the appliances and furnishings which were the ones in the pictures since she just added them to the price. The views of East Portland along with all the amenities were breath taking.

We unpacked one room at a time Barb did her room alone because I don't think she wanted us to see some of her personal items. All we seemed to talk about was the view and how exciting it was for Barb to be living here. We took a break around noon and went down to a little Thai place for lunch. There are several eating places on the outside first floor of the building and a few more down the street. As we were eating mom got a page from work. It seems one of her patients was having problems so she needed to go in. OHSU isn't that far from South Waterfront, there's a tram that goes from a building down there up the hill to the hospital. It wasn't working that Saturday so Barb offered mom her car. With some reservations mom took it to check on the child. We finished lunch then walked mom to the car. She said she'd try and be back in a bit and took off.
 
Barb and I continued unpacking her things and putting them where she wanted them. We lined the shelves, got dishes and glasses put away and cleared enough space so we weren't tripping over boxes. Around four o'clock mom called to tell us that there were complications and that she'd have to be there longer. Barb told her not to worry that we'd get dinner down stairs.

Just after six we headed down to get something to eat. The variety of food places there were amazing. There's a little gourmet pizza place that we discovered at the base of her building. We ordered pizza and brought a menu home for future use. I carried the pizza back up to the condo as Barb led the way. We sat down in the kitchen to eat and relax from a rough day unpacking. Barb had a wide selection of drinks to choose from as long as it was wine. She had a nice Cabernet she had gotten as a housewarming gift so we had that with our pizza.

The pizza was fantastic as was the wine. We managed to kill the entire bottle along with the pizza which was supposed to feed mom too. Barb cleaned off the table and ushered me into the living room. She sat me down in front of a 60” television mounted above the fireplace. Handing me the remote she told me she was going to take a shower and to find something to occupy myself.

As she closed her bedroom door as I began scrolling through the channels. Much to my surprise I discovered she had a couple of adult ones. I looked at the bedroom door to be sure it was closed and clicked on one. I watched as a guy was getting a blow job by two women. I sat enthralled as they took turns sucking and licking his dick. He was kinda ugly but they were gorgeous. I kept checking the door to be sure I didn't get caught. I must have just looked back at the television when Barb walked up to the back of the couch and asked what I was watching.

I was caught! I tried to switch the station real quick but all I managed to do was pause it. The guy's dick was in full view and both of the ladies licking it. I swallowed hard and looked up at her trying to think of an excuse. She was standing there in a terrycloth robe, her long wavy red hair done up in one of the towels we had just unpacked. Her arms were crossed and a stern look on her face told me I'd screwed up.

“I was just surfing the channels and found this, I swear!”

“Give,” her palm outstretched waiting for the gadget.

I sheepishly handed her the remote. My face must have been beet red as she took it from me. She walked around the couch and took a seat at the opposite end from me tucking one leg under her.

“You said there were two channels, kitten?” She scrolled a bit trying to find the other one.

I managed a feeble yes and waited for her a lecture.

“Well, I'll have to talk to the cable company on Monday. I didn't order two. I just asked for this one.”

I looked at her, not sure I heard what I thought I heard. She looked at me as if watching porn was a normal thing.

“What? Don't you watch porn?”

I swallowed hard managing a mumbled, “No, Michael wants me to watch with him but I always say no.”

“Why not? You might enjoy it, kitten. What else does Michael want you to do?”

“You mean like sex? Umm, blow jobs but I think that's disgusting.”

“You seemed to like watching the one on the television.”

She turned off the television and set the remote on the coffee table. She looked at me in disbelief, “Okay, tell me what you two are doing. I know you haven't mentioned this to your mother she thinks you're still a virgin.”

“I am a virgin, I swear Barb. I just make out with Michael and sometimes give him a hand job. I swear it's the truth! Don't make it sound like it's a bad thing.”

She still looked at me for a very long time. She didn't believe me then, “Okay, I believe you kitten. But he wants to do more?”

I replied, “Yes ma'am. But I don't. I don't want to get pregnant.”

“You can still have fun and not get pregnant, kitten. He doesn't like condoms? I'm guessing he just wants a blow job instead.”

Just then Barb's phone rang, it was mom. She apologized and said she'd have to stay the night in her office. Barb reassured her we were fine and to make sure her little patient was doing okay. They laughed a bit and Barb told her I was fine. It was okay to keep the car and that I could stay in one of the guest rooms. She hung up then looked at me and went into the kitchen. I heard another bottle of wine being opened. When she reappeared she was holding two new glasses along with the bottle. She handed me a glass and poured. Taking her seat, she filled her glass then set the bottle on the coffee table near the remote.

“Let's have a talk, shall we, kitten?” She sipped her wine then tucked her feet under her again exposing part of her toned legs.

“Um. Sure.” I sipped my wine waiting for a lecture about abstinence or something about not getting pregnant.

“So, Michael wants a few sexual favors does he?”

I nodded as I sipped my wine again, “Yes, he does.”

“Does he offer to do anything for you?” Her eyebrows arched as she looked at me with her azure blue eyes.

“No, he's fingered me but it really doesn't do anything for me. He is very awkward and it kinda hurts but I don't say anything.”

“My poor kitten. Men, rather boys, are always in a hurry and think more about themselves than they do about their partners. I've had my share of lousy lovers, sweetie. It takes time and training for them to learn how to satisfy a woman. I've told your mother this quite a few times when you were little. She finally trained your father to satisfy her first and then she'd satisfy him.

I think it's worked for them at least I hope it has. You need to have him go down on you first. Then and only then give him his reward for making you happy.”

“So, how do I do this?” I was glad I wasn't going to get lectured this seemed more like a training talk than anything else, Understanding Men 101.

“How much of that show did you watch?” She sipped once more waiting for my reply.

“Not much. I saw the two women licking up and down his penis. They kissed each other and stroked him until he came all over their faces. That part was disgusting.” I made a face shaking my head trying to get that picture out of it.

“Yes, that part is disgusting, I agree. Guys seem to like it for whatever reason. Would you like to know how to give a blow job or how to get him to eat your pussy or both? Do you love him enough to do that?”

I sighed then took a long drink of my wine, “I think I do. We've been going out for four years now. Michael doesn't want to get married until he's thirty. That will be in two years. I'm kinda happy with the way things are. I live at home for free. I'm saving a ton of money and I'm enjoying life but, I think I'm missing something and I haven't figured out what exactly it is.”

“But you want to give him blow jobs?” She had that look again.

“It might help move things along, I don't know. I'd like to have an orgasm now and then. Right now I just go home and masturbate after.” What was I saying; it must be the wine. I've never talked with Barb like this before. It seemed so natural telling her all these personal things, like we'd been friends forever.

“Okay, since your mother is detained. It's just us. I'm going to teach you a thing or two, sweetness. Come with me.”

She got up offering me her hand. I took it and she led me to her room. The curtains on the east facing wall of windows were drawn back. We could see the lights of Southeast Portland glowing in the night. She walked over to the night stand next to her bed. She bent down and grabbed a remote. Hitting a button which energized a motor, it made a small whirring sound. I watched as the curtains headed towards each other shutting out the night lights of Portland. She set it down then opened a drawer in the night stand. Reaching in, she pulled something out. I heard a few clanking noises as she withdrew the object. Turning back to face me she held it out for me to view. My jaw dropped.

There before me was a replica of a penis. It was about 8” long with a flat bottom which looked like you could stand it up by itself. It had veins and a head which made it look almost real. She tossed it onto the bed then walked past me to the bathroom.

“Go ahead, kitten, pick it up, look it over. It won't bite you,” she casually instructed me.

I watched her in the bathroom mirror as she removed her terrycloth turban. She shook her blonde hair out drying it a bit more with the towel. She watched me through the mirror as I approached the “thing”.

“It's not alive sweetie, it's clean. Does it look like Michael's?”

I looked closely at it still afraid to touch it. “Yes, pretty much, but his is a bit... smaller though.”

I heard her giggle then turned to see her in the door way, turban gone, clad only in her robe.

“Go ahead, touch it, silly girl.” She stood there, arms crossed, a big grin on her face watching me debate touching it. It was like I was a real kitten discovering a toy mouse for the first time. Curious, yet fascinated still afraid to touch it. My fears finally fell away and I did as I was told. My fingers reached out to it as I sat on the edge of the bed. I barely touched it when Barb startled me by saying “Boo!”

My hand shot back to my side. I looked at her with an intense glare, mad at her for startling me.

“Sorry kitten, couldn't resist.”

She walked over to me and gently stroked my hair. Her voice was soft and soothing this time, “Pick it up and look at it. I won't scare you again, sweetie.”

I did as told and picked it up. It was soft, sort of a rubbery feel to it and yes, it did feel almost real. I looked at the bottom of it with my eyebrows raised as she spoke again.

“That is for something else. You just need the main part right now.”

She sat down next to me, her scent enveloping my senses. Clean fresh and delectable. She wrapped her long fingers with her favorite dark red nail polish on her nails around it. She tugged at it and I let it go. I watched as she gripped it in her other hand then looked me in the eyes.

“This is between you and me. Nobody will ever know this happened. Are we in agreement, kitten?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“First, you have to decide if you want to taste him or not. I personally don't like that goop in my mouth but, everyone is different. If you don't want to taste it, use a condom. He'll not really want to do that I bet. Another alternative is to have him drink lots of pineapple juice a couple of days before. He won't like that either but it does change the taste.”

“Should I be writing this down?” I asked.

“What did I just say about this never happening?” I got the stern look again.

“Oh, right, sorry.” I grinned.

“Once you have that sorted out how you get to his dick is your choice. Men love blow jobs... oh god how they love them. You'll have to watch his reactions if he doesn't say anything to judge how you are doing. But, he really won't care. As long as you're playing with his manhood he'll be happy. Watch me.”

She opened her mouth then stuck out her tongue all the way. She started licking up and down along the length of the plastic penis. She kissed it then licked all while watching my face. After a few moments she slid her tongue up to the tip opening her mouth and engulfed it. My eyes widened as she easily slid it down her throat twisting and turning it as she did. Her hands slid it in and out of her mouth kissing the head each time she got to the end. She went slowly at first watching me the entire time. After a few seconds of that she went a bit faster. Slowing down again she went back to licking and kissing. She repeated this process over and over for a good five minutes making sure she'd covered the thing a few times. When she finally stopped she handed it to me making a funny face as she did.

“Not my favorite flavor. Did you get all that? I doubt he'll last that long but, you never know. Since you've been giving him hand jobs you should be able to tell when he's ready to cum. That's when you have to decide to swallow if he isn't wearing a condom or let him just shoot all over. You should make sure you have something ready he can squirt in to, that's a lot cleaner.”

“Oh, he has a towel he spurts into.”

“Spurts, good word, kitten.” She giggled, “You can rinse it off and try it or just take it. I don't have any contagious diseases that I know of.”

I took it from her a bit more confident that it wouldn't hurt me. Looking it over once more I was still amazed at how real it looked. I closed my eyes and placed my tongue on it. It didn't taste that bad which was probably Barb's saliva. I mimicked her movements up and down then all around. My eyes on her as I did it to be sure I was doing it right. When I thought I was ready, I rammed it down my throat. This caused me to gag and I nearly threw up. She took it from me and placed her arm around my shoulder.

“Kitten, sweetie, slow down. He is going to be so thrilled that you're doing this that he's not really going to care how deep you go. Try it again and be gentle to yourself.”

Her arm was still on my shoulder as I kissed the tip once again. I slipped it between my lips once more then I slowly inched it down my throat, taking it back out a little at a time. I managed to get most of it in my mouth before I gagged again. Barb smiled and massaged my back.

“You'll be okay, sweetie. Just remember to take your time. Have you had enough?”

I nodded yes and handed it back to her, “Yes, more than enough, thank you.”

My face grimaced as I handed it back to her.

“Go wash it off in the bathroom with warm water and dry it off please. Clean toys are essential. You can get diseases depending on how they are used. We can go over that another time, if you want.”

I still held it in my hands as if it would come to life and do something to me. I walked into the bathroom and used warm water and soap to clean it. I dried it off and headed back out to put it away. Barb was watching me as I came back in and placed it back into the drawer for her. I noticed a few other things in there but didn't linger. They did make me a bit curious though and like she said those were for another day, maybe.

“Okay, kitten. Get ready for bed, you can shower or not, it's up to you. You know where everything is. I'm going to read a bit and then call it a night. You did really good. I hope Michael appreciates your efforts.”

“Thank you Barb. That seemed a bit weird doing that with you here but I feel better about it now. I promise I will never tell a soul!”

I leaned in and kissed her cheek then headed off to bed turning off the living room lights as I did. I took a quick shower rinsing out my mouth with the warm water. I tried to make sure I didn't get my hair wet in the process. I brushed my teeth longer than I had ever done before. I know that thing was clean but I wanted the feel of it gone. I found a tee shirt waiting for me on the bed to use as a night shirt. I slipped into it and under the clean sheets. They felt so nice and comfortable next to my skin. I thought about what I'd just done and how easy Barb made it. I don't know if it will help with Michael but it's worth a try. I nodded off wondering what those other things were in the drawer and how and when Barb was going to introduce them to me.