Aunt Stephanie and the Wonder-Wang

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.