Hot auntie

In the last ten years, I’ve come a long way from a sweet, innocent, extremely naive 18-year-old from the Bible to, with the possible exception of my aunt Sally, the best cocksucker and pipes to be found. I left home when I was 18 to go to college in Southern California. My parents were very strict, my dad is a Doopsier, and my mom teaches summer school and runs the church choir. They only agreed. I went to school if I stayed with my Aunt Sally, who lived in a few blocks of college. Sally was only ten years older than me, but had a master in library science with a minor in economy. Mom and dad approved her and felt that even though she was only 28, she would be a suitable guardian for their lovely virgin daughter. How little we knew.

I arrived at Aunt Sally’s house in June two and a half months before my first class started. She was very sweet and kind and gave me the best she had. She didn’t look at the pictures we had at home. Aunt Sally was a fancy woman, and after she taught me how to fix myself… We looked so much together that men often thought we were sisters. Sally lived in a nice house in a quiet neighborhood and drove a fire-engine-red Corvette. When I asked her how she could afford all these nice things that lived alone, she just laughed and didn’t say much. All she’d say was that she was in the “entertainment” industry, and she didn’t bother to eradicate. She was a little mysterious about her work and strange hours. I had to learn fast enough.

It all started three weeks after I moved here. Aunt Sally had gone out, dressed to wear her purple gym bag, like she always did. Only in the house, I was in her bedroom looking for some pantyhose when I found a vibrator under a few of her black shoes. I couldn’t believe what I found. I heard about dildos and vibrators of some girls at home, but I’d never seen one before, let alone use one. When I did it, the vibrations sent a rill through me and gave me a knot in my stomach. Don’t expect Aunt Sally to come home for a few hours, I’ll let curiosity and tempt the best of me. I was hypnotized by the rhypnotized vibrations of my new find.

The vibrator hold on to my boobs, I could feel my nipples were getting louder and my cross and panties got wet and wetter. This was all so new to me, but it felt so good that I could explore my entire body with it.

Well, I can tell you that it didn’t take me long to strip naked and fall back on Sally’s big hairy bed with my new toys. I even mentioned her big mirror in a way I could see myself.

After I teased myself with it, I put the tip of the vibrator in my moist, steamy crack and pushed it gently. While I watched it slip into me slowly, I could feel my vaginal muscles around it. I’ve been masturbating with my fingers for years, but I never felt anything like that. With both hands in that vibrator and out of my hot bitch, I was quick to myself in XTC. That after noon I came into a loud and thunderous orgasm after the other.

It was awesome! I felt so delicious and disgusting to see myself masturbate in that big mirror. I was like an addict who couldn’t stop.

I must have been working on it for a while. I was so absorbed with ramming that humming bastard in and out of my tunnel of love and moaning like an animal that I didn’t hear my aunt come in. You can imagine my shame when I finally looked up and saw her with an arm on the doorway, staring at me with a rather wry grin on her face. She told me later that she was standing there enjoying my “performation” for about ten minutes. Before I could open my mouth to say anything to her, I was destroyed by another thought-blowing orgasm. I thought I was gonna die, but Sally only said to me: “When you’re done, come down and eat. I brought Chinese. She didn’t say anything about what she had me do, but as usual, except every time she had the same smile on her face. We made it an early night, and everything she said to me before she signed in, “Sweet dreams, baby.” I went red that night with shame to bed, but drifted off to rub and finger my cunt, thinking about the next time I could get that vibrator in my longing snat.

I was out of the house for the next afternoon, still embarrassed. When I got home around six, I saw my aunt’s car in the driveway and went straight to my room. When I came into the doorway, I was surprised to find a packed package on my bed. Given the package was a note that read: “Sinds you seemed to enjoy mine so much, I thought it was time you were one of your own, baby. With love, Sally.” I traded the package to find a beautiful ten-inch vibrating dildo.

I ran down to find Sally waiting for me in the living room. She was standing there, feet apart, hands on hips, wearing a short purple silk bathrobe that barely covered her shapey ass or her pride, jutting, 38-inch boobs. She had that by-now-known coy, tempting smile on her face. She was standing in front of me… whenton, raw sex personated. We embraced her. I knew this was gonna be a whole night, one I would never forget, and that would change me forever.

After our touching embrace, Aunt Sally went to the kitchen and returned with a silver tray and ice-cold oysters on the half-shell, two frozen glasses and a bottle of wine. Then she dimmed the lights, lit some candles and put a tape on the stereo. I shouldn’t have been surprised that it wasn’t musical tape, but the erotic sounds of heavy and sucking that Sally and one of her loved ones had made.

For the next half hour, I was on the couch across the street from Sally when she made an erotic show to eat those oysters. Once in a while, between slurping oysters and drinking wine, she’d throw her hand to finger her bitch and then slowly suck the pussy out of her fingers. After some more of this, she got up and said, “It’s time we expand your horizon, sweetheart.”

She took me by hand and led me down in her last cellar. The lights were very low, except some stage lights hanged from the ceiling, bathing the pool table in a warm, pink glow. The polar table was covered with an orchid color quilt, and Sally had a dozen of her favorite vibrators and dildos on the edge of the inside. She put me in a big leather easy chair, which was pushed to where I had a disobeyed view. She put on a tape of rock music with a slow, heavy blow and a lot of sax. She lit some incense and said, “You wanted to know what I’m doing in the entertainment industry. Aunt Sally is gonna entertain you.”

I was so excited. Sally walked behind the polar table and stood back with her. She shot me a sultry “fuck me” smile over her shoulder while she slit her bathrobe, dropped it on the table once. There she was, kneeling in front of me, resting on her knees, beneath and her thighs spread wide. Her brown pubic hair was clean in the shape of a heart. Sally reached back without looking, and selected a vibrator of 14 centimeters that didn’t only move like a piston, but also made small circular movements while it humiliated and vibrated. It was so big she could wrap her hand around it. She cried gently when she worked that vibrator over her beautiful color body, and she paid special attention to her jutting boobs. Her ruby red areolae was as big as half-dollars and her nipples bounced hard as rocks. She kept every chest in her mouth, licked and sucked her nipples, made them shine with saliva.

Giving her attention to her steaming hot crack, she led that pulsive dildo over her cunt lips and clit, moaning louder all the time. Then she brought the dildo, glamorous with her cunt juice, to her hungry mouth and licked it from his bulbous to base. Still kneeling in front of me, her twenty and thighs glint from the flow of her pussy, she put the vibrator at full speed and slowly led her giant dick to her cunt, and she took all four inches. Then she slowly pulled it out. Using both hands, she rambled into that big bastard and at least a dozen times in rhythm to the music, moaning like a whore in the heat.

At the last scent, Sally had that massive vibrator pulsing and sticking in her cunt full speed using her vaginal muscles. Then she turned around on her knees and elbows, her beautiful ass to the ceiling. She started playing with her clit while the dildo was humping away in her. In seconds, Sally’s entire body was shaking in a violent orgasm that brought tears into her eyes. It was unbelievable to see her wandering out like a wild animal, hips and ass undulged in rhythm to the music while she was fucking herself.

Sally had all the practiced moves of a real pro. Without missing a beat, she turned around, kneeling, thighs spread wide. She leaned back and forth without looking, put a hand over the far side of the pool table. When she retreated, she had a beautiful 12-inch life-realing rubber dick covered in Karo syrup. Sally shook her head, her pretty brown hair falling out of her face. There was a look of pure unspeakable lust in her eyes when she hung that shiny monster over her face. Slowly she lowered it and tickled his head and upside down with her skinny tongue. Rest on an elbow for support, she raised it, arched her back and neck. She brought the sticky, dripping dildo to her hot, waiting mouth. Obviously syrup, from her shiny wet lips, ran to her chin and cheeks when she slurred and sucked the dildo in her mouth, and devoured the deeper and deeper, until she had the whole time.

Completely annoying for all the other, Sally, spreading the thighs, used a hand to slowly pull the rubber dick out of her mouth and robbed the steaming piece of her cunt with the other one. While she pulled the cock out of her greedy lips, all she did was leave a swamp of syrup and saliva between the two, her tongue flew out to lick her smile, law.

The vibrator in Sally’s cunt still gave her full measures and in another approaching orgasm, she started rubbing and squirming. Her hips and ass are rising in response to that incredible fuck. Using her hands to squeeze and pull her nipples, Sally went over the edge. Her voice rising to a nearby waltz, she went like a lunatic. Her whole body blunted and ripped out like an electric shock to her was administered, moaning all the time and crying with physical release and pleasure. Sally enjoyed it every minute.

I liked it, too. This was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I didn’t know it was possible for a woman to give herself so much pleasure and satisfaction. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

The show wasn’t over. After that last orgasm, Sally didn’t miss a beat. She retreated on the polar table, planted a heel in every corner for backup. With renewed vigilance, she immediately launched into a routine of hot, non-stop action and an almost constant orgasm after the other. And each one seemed better than the last one. Before it was over, Sally would have used all seven vibrators and five dildos she’d left on the table. Even she lost the trail of how many orgasms she had.

When she was through, I looked at my watch and realized she’d been at it for over an hour. Sally rolled towards me, her head stuck in one hand, her in her face. A leg was bent on the knee, giving me a full view while she gently robbed her hot juicy crack and rubbed the inside of her painful thighs.

I was so excited to look at her. My own nipples were hard and taut against my blouse’s material, and my cross and panties were soaked. When Sally laughed at her smile and asked me if I wanted to go to her “ustage,” I didn’t hesitate for a second.

Aunt Sally was sweet and soft when she saw me treat the pleasures I’d seen her enjoy. With my new vibrator, and my own fingers, I learned to distract myself in countless orgasms. It felt so good!

After we both took cool showers, Sally explained to me that the masturbating show she’d done for me before was a rehearsal. She’d do the same act next week at a party for about 50 men. She also told me that she’d worked as an exotic dancer and performed live sex shows on stage and at bachelor parties since college. She laughed and said, “What other work can you get a room full of men in their nails over you?”