When I was in college, I lived with my aunt and uncle.
Their house was in the college town and staying there
was a hell of a lot cheaper than staying in a dorm. I
got along well with my Aunt Stephanie and Uncle Bob,
especially because they were more liberal about things
than my folks. How much more liberal? Well, let me
tell you.

I’d been staying with my aunt and uncle for two weeks
when I told Aunt Stephanie I had to go get batteries
for my vibrator. She said that that wouldn’t be
necessary, “if you don’t mind engaging in some
different sexual practices.”

“If it feels good, I’ll do it,” I said.

“Even if it involves some social taboos?” she asked.

“Hmm, this sounds better and better! Tell me more,” I
urged, sitting down and crossing my legs with my
balled fist tucked firmly against my itching crotch.

“Have you ever made it with a woman?” my Aunt asked.

“A girlfriend and I felt each other up once, but
that’s as far as we got. I’ve always wondered what it
would be like, though.”

“What about with an older woman?” Aunt Stephanie
asked. She had sat down beside me on the sofa and her
knees touched mine. She wore a dress and I was wearing
a t-shirt and shorts. Aunt Stephanie was staring at
the way my aroused nipples poked at my t-shirt. “Say,
a woman old enough to be your aunt?”

It happened so fast. Aunt Stephanie’s hand was rubbing
my thigh as soon as I nodded and I uncrossed my legs
to give her access to where I was wet. My eyes were
closed when her lips pressed mine, but I pushed my
tongue into her sweet-tasting mouth as if it were the
most natural thing in the world. She caressed my
crotch and squeezed my breasts and touched me as I’d
never been touched before. I was ready for anything.

In Aunt Stephanie’s bed we were naked and she was
going down on me and thrilling me as no one ever had.
I humped my cunt against her face, trying to drive her
thick tongue deep into my vagina. Soon, she straddled
my head, confronting me with her steaming trough, hot
and wet and anticipating some action.

I didn’t disappoint.

Aunt Stephanie squirmed on my face as I ate her out.
My first taste of pussy was not like tasting the
nectar of the gods. Or was it? The first taste was
sharp and tangy and sort of burned my tongue, you
know? But there was an aftertaste, a heady, sexy
essence which quickly overpowered the bitter quality.
In less time than it takes to write about, I could
only taste the sweetness of her and I avidly lapped
the folds and walls of her cunt.

Aunt Stephanie expertly latched onto my clit with her
lips and teeth and got me closer to a cum. She also
penetrated my sphincter with her finger, and combined
with what her tongue and lips were doing, well, I
came. Hard. And loud, too.

As I lay on the bed, catching my breath, Aunt
Stephanie opened the drawer of her bedside table and
pulled out a long double-dong. I’d seen pictures of
them, but never for real. It was 18 inches long and
flesh-colored and the ends were shaped like cocks.

“Would you like your aunt to fuck you with this?” Aunt
Stephanie asked. I nodded. How could I not? Aunt
Stephanie parted my wet lips and began pushing the
dong inside as she said, “This is called a Wonder-Wang
and it lets us both enjoy being fucked at the same
time.

“Such a pretty pussy you have,” she cooed. “Sweet,
pink, tight, ooh, wet, pretty pussy. Hmm, tastes so
good. I want to fuck you so much.”

The Wonder-Wag went into me at least five inches and
then Aunt Stephanie turned around. She scissored her
legs open and pushed the other end of the dong into
her snatch. She grabbed my hip and I grabbed hers and
we pulled, pushing the latex cock deeper into our
cunts until our pussies touched.

At that moment I was as full of cock as I’d ever been
in my life and my clit was throbbing against my aunt’s
wet flesh.

“Oh, fuck!” I yelled. “I love fucking with you Aunt
Stephanie!” I could tell that she was cumming and I
soon followed, our combined juices making a big wet
spot on the bed. We napped there afterwards, linked by
the long Wonder Wang. Later Aunt Stephanie woke me
with a fuck.

I suspect that Uncle Bob knew what was going on and I
also suspect that he spied on us from their closet
because Aunt Stephanie always wanted to do it in her
bedroom and I never saw Uncle Bob just before one of
our hoy and passionate sessions. But that was okay
with me; he deserved a show, since he was letting me
fuck his wife and vice versa.

Over the course of that year staying with Aunt
Stephanie and Uncle Bob, I decided that I preferred
lesbian sex and began to branch out to girls at
school. Before Aunt Stephanie, I hadn’t known what I
was missing or that I would prefer women.

Thanks Aunt Stephanie.