Sally’s Unlikely Guardians

Sally’s 19th year was marked by a sense of repression, a virginity that seemed to suffocate her. Her 5’8″ frame and 34C-22-32 figure drew attention, but her parents’ strict rules kept potential suitors at bay.

When her parents announced a 4-week holiday, Sally envisioned a stretch of freedom, but her father’s insistence on her staying with Uncle Sidney and Aunty Sue put a damper on those plans.

Uncle Sidney and Aunty Sue, though not blood relatives, seemed like nice enough people, and Sally resigned herself to her fate. As they settled into their home, Sally began to realize that her “babysitters” would be keeping a close eye on her at all times.

On their first outing, Aunty Sue suggested a walk in the park, but Sally soon discovered that even this was a choreographed excursion, with Sue fishing for information about Sally’s love life.

As the evening drew to a close, Sally retreated to her bedroom, where she found herself drawn to the sounds of Uncle Sidney and Aunty Sue’s lovemaking in the next room. The intensity of their passion seemed to awaken a similar response in Sally, and she found herself climaxing in tandem with the couple.

As the days passed, Sally grew more and more aware of the sensual atmosphere surrounding her. She couldn’t help but be drawn to Uncle Sidney’s physique, and his eventual stripping off in the garden sent her libido into overdrive.

One evening, as Sally lay on the back deck, she found herself fantasizing about the couple’s nocturnal activities. Her thoughts were interrupted by Sue’s giggling, and soon she was joining in, her hand buried in her crotch as she moaned in pleasure.

But her reverie was short-lived, as Uncle Sidney appeared in her doorway, a dressing gown slung over his shoulder. “What have we here?” he said, his eyes raking over Sally’s naked form.

Sally was mortified, but Uncle Sidney’s words only seemed to inflame her desire. “You are so beautiful,” he said, his voice low and husky. “It’s a shame you have to play with yourself. You need a man to really satisfy you.”

With that, he slipped off his dressing gown, revealing an erect penis. “Don’t,” Sally managed to say, but Uncle Sidney merely smiled and climbed onto the bed.

As he buried his head in Sally’s crotch, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. “Please no,” she screamed, but Uncle Sidney’s ministrations only seemed to intensify her arousal.

Sally’s orgasm was like nothing she’d ever experienced before, a crashing wave of pleasure that left her breathless. And when Uncle Sidney looked up and smiled, she knew she was in trouble.

But it was Sue who delivered the final blow, her voice calm and collected as she asked, “What is going on here, Sid darling?” and Uncle Sidney’s response sent Sally’s world spinning.

“Sue,” he said, “I found this poor girl getting herself off, so I thought I’d help. Did it work, Sally?”