Over the past ten years I've come a long way from a sweet, innocent, extremely naive 18-year old from the deep south to, with the possible exception of my Aunt Sharon, the best cock sucker and blowjob artist to be found. I left home when I was 18 to attend college in southern California.

My parents were very strict; my father is an accountant and my mother teaches summer school and leads the school choir. They only agreed to my going to school there if I stayed with my Aunt Sharon, who lived within a few blocks of the college.

Sharon 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 of her highly and felt that she, despite being only 28, would be a fit guardian for their sweet little virgin daughter. How little they knew...

I arrived at Aunt Sharon's house in June, two and a half months before my freshman classes were to begin. She was very sweet and nice and gave me the very best she had. She didn't look at all like the photographs we had of her back home. Aunt Sharon was a foxy woman, and after she taught me how to fix myself up a bit we looked so much alike that men often thought we were sisters Sharon lived in a nice house in a quiet suburban neighborhood and drove a fire-engine-red Corvette.

When I asked her how she could afford all of these nice things living by herself, she just smiled and didn't say much. All she would say was that she was in the "entertainment" industry and she didn't bother to elaborate.
She was somewhat mysterious about her work and odd hours. Bit I was to learn soon enough.

It all started about three weeks after I moved in. Aunt Sharon had gone out, dressed to kill and carrying her purple gym bag, as she always did.
Alone in the house, I was in her bedroom looking through her drawers for a pair of pantyhose when I found a ten-inch vibrator underneath some of her black-lace panties. I couldn't believe what I had found. I'd heard about dildos and vibrators from some girls back home, but I'd never actually seen one before, let alone used one.

As I switched it on, its vibrations sent a shiver through me and gave me a knot in my stomach. Not expecting Aunt Sharon to come home for a few hours, I let curiosity and temptation get the best of me. I was soon almost hypnotized by the rhythmic vibrations of my new find.

Holding the vibrator to my breasts, I could feel my nipples getting harder and my crotch and panties getting wetter and wet- ter. This was all so new to me, but it felt so good that I just couldn't help exploring my entire body with it.

Well, I can tell you it didn't take long for me to strip naked and fall back on Sharon's big brass bed with my new toy. I even titled her big mirror in such a way that I could watch myself.

After teasing myself with it, I placed the tip of the vibrator into my moist, steaming crack and pushed it gently. As I watched it slowly slip into me, I could feel my vaginal muscles tighten around it. I had been masturbating with my finger for years already but I'd never felt anything like this before. With both hands working that vibrator in and out of my hot little cunt I was soon beside myself in ecstasy. That after noon I came in one loud and thunderous orgasm after another.

It was GREAT! I felt so deliciously wicked and nasty watching myself masturbate in that big mirror. I was like an addict who couldn't stop.

I must have been at it for quite some time. I was so absorbed with ramming that humming fucker in and out of my tunnel of love and moaning like an animal that I didn't hear my aunt come into the house. You can just imagine my embarrassment when I finally looked up and saw her with one arm up leaning in the doorway, staring at me with a rather wry grin on her face.
(She later told me that she had been standing there enjoying my "performance" for about ten minutes.) Before I could open my mouth to say anything to her, I was wracked by another mind-blowing orgasm. I thought I was going todie, but all Sharon said to me was, "When you're finished, come downstairs and we'll have dinner. I brought home Chinese." She didn't say anything about what she had caught me doing, but carried on as usual -- except that every time she had that same smile on her face...

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