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My Great-Aunt Sophia was one of the most facinating women I have ever met. She was born in South Africa and spent most of her life there. She came to live in England in 1975 when she was in her sixties, that was when I met her for the first time. I was facinated by her. She had always lived a rather wild life and was consider to be the black sheep of the family. She was extremely wealthy, having inherited her parents estates. She had spent most of her life travelling around the world. She was also a very accomplished Artist. Many of the Family were somewhat wary of her because of her reputation, but I really liked her. We were kindred spirits in a way, I was also considered to be a bit wild. She lived in a very exclusive area of London. I was sixteen at the time and in College there. Over the next couple of years I spent a considerable amount of time with her. We seemed to click from the word go. During that time I learned all about her. She was in her sixties, but she was the most extrovert and outspoken women I have ever met. There was no subject she would not speak about. Nothing seemed to embarrass her. At first, I would have to admit, she embarrassed me, but as time went on this soon disappeared. She had never married but her favourite topic was sex, which seemed to have played a large part in her life. Her casual and earthy approach to sex seems to have derived from her childhood exposure to the native African workers on her Father`s estates. She spent much of those early years in their company. She had no hesitation whatsoever about telling me of the things that excited her most, especially in her younger years, and of the things she had done and seen. As most of this centred around sex, and I being a rather randy young lad, it was grist to my mill. Males facinated her, especially young males, their bodies, their genitals. She would talk about penises and testicles and scrotums, as casually as if she were talking about the state of the weather! One night she masturbated me. I was getting out of the bath when she walked in. She did not seem to find it a bit unusual to walk into a bathroom when a boy was having a bath. Not in the slightest. To make matters worse I had a huge erection, probably from the hot water. "You cannot go to be bed with that sticking out of you," she said casually, "Come into your room and we shall se if we can do something about it." She said it as casually as if she was refering to a sore finger. And because it was so casual, so matter of fact, my initial embarrassment seemed to disappear. She lay me on the bed in my room and knelt beside me. " I trust you are not going to be all silly and embarrassed about this, are you?", she said sternly. " No, no," I muttered, attempting to sound as casual as possible. "Good, good," she replied, "I do not know why some people make such a big issue of things like this. You are sixteen, randy, and you have a stiff rod on you, so what?. Now spread your legs a bit for me". She took my penis and testicles gently in her hands. For the next fifteen minutes she masturbated me. Masturbated me in a way I did not think possible. She almost drove me crazy, built me up, and then stopped me, then started again. How many times did she do this to a boy before?. When the explosion came it was like nothing I had ever experiencd before. Her head went down, mouth open to collect her reward. I know I screamed as the cream spurted from me. When I eventually came to, she was holding my testicles in her hand. She seemed cool and calm, as if nothing had happened. " You have big nuts" she said casually, running them through her fingers, "it must run in the family, not surprising you had so much semen. Boys with big balls always have a lot of cream in them". Then, still caressing my testicles, she turned to me. " Do you know, I once slept with two boys who had no nuts in them". I stared at her , my mouth open. She went on examining my balls and stroking them. " They had been cut, you know - castrated. Poor boys had been knifed between their legs. But I must say I found it very erotic. They were still able to get stiff though, they were thirteen when they were gelded so they had been spurting their juice before they got the knife. Those native boys start early, all got big balls on them as kids." She went into the bathroom , brought back a damp cloth and cleaned my penis. " Bet you never heard of boys being castrated before," she said, "come downstairs, Ì will continue your education". To be continued.
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