Over the last ten years, I have come from a gentle, innocent, extremely naive 18 years of the Bible belt to, with the possible exception of my aunt Sally, the best cock and pipe artist to find. I left the house when I was 18 to go to college in South California. My parents were very strict; My father is a Baptist pastor and my mother teaches the summer school and leads the church choir. They only agreed to go to school if I stayed with my aunt Sally, who lived in some college blocks. Sally was only ten years older than me, but had a master’s degree in library science with a minor in economics. Mom and Dad approved it and felt that she, despite only 28 years old, would be a guardian fit for their sweet virgin girl. As we didn’t know.
I arrived at Aunt Sally in June, two and a half months before my refresher classes started. She was very sweet and nice and gave me the best she had. She didn’t look like the pictures we had from her place. Aunt Sally was a foxy woman, and after she taught me to catch up with me, we looked so similar that men often thought we were sisters. Sally lived in a beautiful house in a quiet suburban area and led a red Corvette fire. When I asked her how she could afford all those beautiful things living alone, she just smiled and didn’t say much. All she said was that she was in the engagement industry and that she had no trouble developing. She was a little mysterious about her work and strange hours. I learned early enough.
It all started about three weeks after my arrival. Aunt Sally was out, dressed to kill and wear her purple gym bag, as she always did. Only in the house, I was in his room looking through his drawers for a pair of pantyhose when I found a ten-inch vibrator under some of his black lace panties. I couldn’t believe what I found. I’ve heard about some girls’ buckets and vibrators at home, but I’ve never seen one before, even less used one. As I turned on, his vibrations sent me a chill and gave me a knot in my belly. I don’t expect Aunt Sally to come home for a few hours, I leave curiosity and temptation to get the best of me. I was soon an almoist hypnotized by the rhythmic vibrations of my new finding.
By holding the vibrator to my boobs, I could feel my nipples more and more hard and my embraces and panties more wet and wet. Everything was so new to me, but it was so good that I couldn’t help exploring my whole body with her.
I can tell you that it didn’t take time for me to get naked and I’m falling back on Sally’s big bed with my new toy. I even titled her big mirror so I could look at myself.
After softening me with her, I placed the tip of the vibrator in my wet and steam crack and pushed it gently. As I watched him slowly slip into me, I could feel my vaginal muscles tightening around him. I was already masturbating with my finger for years, but I never felt that before. With the two hands that worked this vibrator in and out of my little hot pussy, I was soon by my side in ecstasy. That afternoon I came to a noisy and thundering orgasm after another.
It was GREAT! I felt so deliciously mean and nasty looking at me masturbating in this big mirror. I was like an addict who couldn’t stop.
I had to be there for a while. I was so absorbed by the bastard who humiliated me in and out of my love tunnel and moaning like an animal that I didn’t hear my aunt enter the house. You can imagine my embarrassment when I finally saw her with an arm hanging in the door, looking at me with a little smile on her face. (She told me later that she was there to enjoy my “performance” for about ten minutes.) Before I could open my mouth to tell him anything, I was shaken by another irritating orgasm. I thought I was gonna die, but all Sally told me was, “When you’re done, come down and have dinner. I brought Chinese.” She didn’t say anything about what she took me doing, but continued as usual, except that every time she had that same smile on her face. We did a first night, and all she told me before she came home was, “Come on, baby.” I went to bed that night red with embarras, but I drifted to sleep rub and finger my pussy, thinking next time I could get that vibrator in my snatch now boring.
I was out of the house for much of next afternoon, always very embarrassed. When I got back around six, I saw my aunt’s car in the driveway and went straight to my room. When I walked into the door, I was surprised to find a brilliant package on my bed. Attached to the packaging was a note that read: “Since you seemed to appreciate mine so much, I thought it was the time you had one of your, baby. With love, Sally.” I immersed in the package to find a beautiful ten-inch vibrating dildo.
I rushed downstairs to find Sally waiting in the living room. She was standing there, separated feet, hands on the hips, and wore a short purple silk dress that barely covered her fashioned ass or her proud, juicy, 38-inch breasts. She had a seductive smile on her face. She stood in front of me–wanton, the personified raw sex. We kissed. I knew it was gonna be a night, one I’d never forget and it would change me forever.
After our touching embrace, Aunt Sally went to the kitchen and came back with a silver tray of oysters shaken and glazed on the half-coquil, two chilled glasses, and a bottle of wine. Then she immortalized the lights, lit a few candles, and put a tape on the stereo. I shouldn’t have been surprised that it wasn’t a music cassette, but the erotic sounds of sex and suck that Sally and one of his lovers had done.
During the next half hour, I sat on the couch in front of Sally because she made an erotic show to eat these oysters. Occasionally, between oysters and wine, she would slip her hand to finger her pussy, then slowly suck the pussy juice from her fingers. After something more, she arose and said, “It is time that we enlarge your horizons, sweet baby.”
She took me by hand and drove me down in her finished basement. The lights were very low, with the exception of a few light type lamps hanging from the ceiling, which bathed the pool table in a hot pink glow. The pool table was covered with a quilt with color orchids, and Sally had a dozen of his favorite and dildos vibrators lined along the edge of it within reach. She placed me in a large, easy-to-skin chair, which had been pushed to where I had a breathtaking view. She put a band of rock music, with a slow, heavy beat and a lot of sax. She lit incense and said, “You wanted to know what I’m doing in the entertainment industry. Aunt Sally will entertain you.”
I was so excited. Sally walked behind the pool table and stood with her behind me. She drew me a sultry smile “fuck me” on her shoulder while she collapsed from her dress, letting her fall at the table in a fast and shaking movement. She was there, kneeling in front of me, resting on her knees, her legs folded under and her thighs spread widely. His brown pubic hair hood was treated in the form of a heart. Sally came back without looking, and selected a 14-inch vibrator that not only moved in and out as a piston but also made small circular movements while he humiliated and vibrated. It was so big that she could barely wrap her hand. She mocked softly while she was working this vibrator on her gorgeous tan body, paying particular attention to her breasts. Its ruby red halos were as large as half-dollars and its hard glued nipples as stones. She held every breast in her mouth, licking and sucking her nipples, letting them shine with saliva.
Given her attention to her fiery crack, she ran this dildo pulsating on her cuntes and clit lips, mocking harder all the time. Then she brought the dildo, slipping now with her elbow juice, to her hungry and licked mouth and sucked it from her bulbous head to the base. Always kneeling in front of me, her pussy and her thighs slipping from the flow of her pussy juice, she put the vibrator at full speed and slowly guided her massive dick head in her pussy, taking all 14 inches of him. Then she slowly pulled it out. With the help of both hands, she picked up that big bastard in and out at least a dozen times in rhythm at music, moaning like a hot whore.
During the last climb, Sally left this massive vibrator pulsating and chasing at the bottom of her pussy at full speed, using her well-packed vaginal muscles to hold it. Then she spreads quickly to the knees and elbows, walking her beautiful ass to the ceiling. She started playing with her clit while the dildo was sinking into her. In seconds, Sally’s entire body was warming up in a violent orgasm that brought tears to the eyes. It was unbelievable to watch her shake up in high voices like a wild animal, hips and ass that unfolded at the rhythm of music, while she fell.
Sally had all the movements of a real pro. I couldn’t believe it. Without missing a beat, she bows again, on her knees, the thighs spread widely. She then leaned back and, again without looking, put a hand on the edge of the pool table. When she came back, she held a beautiful 12-inch rubber dick that was covered with Karo syrup. Sally shook his head, his beautiful brown hair manna falling from his face. There was a glance of pure inadult lust in her eyes, while she suffocated that monster cock slipping on her face. Slowly, she lowered her and pushed her head and under her tongue. On a elbow for support, she raised it slightly, wrapping it with back and neck. She then brought the sticky dildo to her hot waiting mouth. A clear syrup, caring for her shiny wet lips, ran her chin and cheeks when she cut and sucked the dildo in her mouth, devouring him deeper and deeper until she finally threw it deep to the very base of her rigid tree, moaning hard with pure pleasure and delighting all the time.
Completely observable to everything else, Sally, thighs played wide, used a hand to slowly pull the rubber tail out of her mouth and hit the slit of her pussy with the other. While she removed the dick from her purified lips, leaving only a thin thread of syrup and saliva between the two, her tongue went away to lick excess around her smiling and wet mouth.
The vibrator of Sally’s cunte continued to give him all his measure and, caught in another orgasm approaching, she began to wanker and squirm. His hips and his butt were rising in response to this incredible look. Now, using his hands to pinch and pull his hard nipples, Sally went on the ice rink. Her voice rose to a close size, she went as crazy. His whole body collapsed and shook wildly as an electric shock had been applied to him, all the time moaning and shouting with physical liberation and pleasure. Probably Sally liked and enjoyed every minute.
I really enjoyed it. That was the most fantastic thing I’ve ever seen. I didn’t know a woman could give herself so much pleasure and satisfaction. I couldn’t take it off.
The show was not over. After that last orgasm, Sally didn’t miss a beat. Repositioning on the pool table, she placed a heel in each corner pocket for the support. With a renewed vigor, she immediately launched a hot and non-stop action routine and an almost continuous orgasm after another. And everyone seemed better than the last. Sally used all seven vibrators and five buckets she put on the table before she was done. Even she lost track of how many orgasms she had.
When she passed, I watched my watch and realized that it had been hot and heavy for more than an hour. Sally rolled to face me, her head spread out with one hand, her hair on her face. A leg was bent to the knee, giving me a full view because she gently struck her hot juicy crack and massaged the inside of her thighs.
I was so excited to look at her. My own nipples were hard and pulled against the material of my blouse, and my crotchs and panties were soaked. When Sally smiles at her smile and asked me if I’d like to join her “stage,” I didn’t hesitate for a second.
Aunt Sally was soft and soft as she looked at me to treat me to the pleasures I had just seen her enjoy. Using my new vibrator, as well as my own fingers, I learned to rise in countless orgasms. It went well!
After taking fresh showers, Sally explained to me that the masturbation show she played earlier for me was really a dress rehearsal. She’d do the same thing the following week at a stag party for about 50 guys. She also told me that she was working as an exotic dancer and performing live sex shows on stage and single parties from university. She laughs and says: “In which other line of work can you get a piece of creamy guys in their jeans on you all at a time?”