Shirley had been curious for a long time, eager to explore her sexuality as a seventeen-year-old, but unable to find the time with school and extracurricular activities. Now that it was summer break, she finally had time and privacy to dig up the treasure she had found locked away in the basement. It was akin to a mythical creature for her, an intimidating and heavy fucking machine that belonged to her mother.

She cleared some space and set it up in her room, positioned against the wall for support and adjusted to the ideal height for entry in the doggy style position. She was a virgin, and figured she would remain so for a while, so this was more than a simple masturbation session.

The lucky guy was none other than one of her mother's alien-looking dildos. It was blue with some green bumps for added texture, resembling some type of weird tentacle. She had practiced with it alone to familiarize herself with its size, both in her pussy and mouth. The length wasn't as challenging or rewarding as the girth, which was mainly due to her inexperienced tightness.

After performing fellatio on the dildo for a couple of minutes to lubricate it, her pussy was ready to receive its first thrusts. She didn't care that a machine would be doing it, not when her labia was swollen and her hot juices drooled down her inner thighs. Her glistening pink entrance was purring in anticipation, waiting impatiently for her to press the right buttons on the remote and commence the session of pleasure.

Do you like my arch, baby? she asked her high school crush in her mind as she went from all fours to a modified position, much like what she saw in porn videos. Another thing similar to what she was in porn was her own body, fit and petite from being a high school athlete and sculpted by the requirements to compete at a state level.

She arched her back, with her face resting on her hands against the carpet, and presented what hid between the softness of her ass cheeks. She turned on the machine to the low setting, allowing the tip of the dildo to penetrate her as she got used to the new setup. She knew she could take it, she had jammed it into her pussy many times, but from this position the feeling was entirely different. She readjusted her knees and wiggled her ass further back to take more of the dildo.

Can't believe mom takes this big thing, she thought, interrupting her fantasy for a moment. But I can take it, too.

The added lubrication of her pussy signaled that she was ready for more. She hadn't carried the cumbersome machine from the basement to her room to not experience the full capabilities of it.

Fuck me harder, she resumed her fantasy, increasing the machine's setting to medium.

The whirring of the machine drowned out her soft moans, letting her feel the dimensions of the dildo to their full extent. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, but refused to move out of the way, determined to take the next level of the machine until her body succumbed.

"Ohmm, fuck my pussy," she whimpered, blurring the lines between fantasy and reality, between man and machine.

She now understood why her mother used to spent a long time down in the basement, telling her that she was drinking wine and relaxing, when in reality she had been savoring a stress-relief session. The whirring of the machine was unique and loud, it was unmistakable, and the reason it had been kept hidden in the basement. Her mother would come out with a satisfied smile on her face, but those regular visits down there stopped when she got a boyfriend.

Shirley could not help but morph her fantasy, replacing her high school crush with her mother's boyfriend. Hmnng, he must fuck her so good and hard...the real thing must be that much better, she thought, wondering why her mother had abandoned the machine under old pillows and blankets.

Her hands found her breasts, fondling and squeezing them to usher in her first orgasm. The difference between doing it herself and having someone else, a machine in her case, penetrating her pussy was more than enough to push her over the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, yessmmn," she moaned, tightly closing her eyes amid the spasming of her pussy.

She wanted to tap out, but the unprecedented arousal kept in her place asking for more. Her competitive nature was evidenced by being on the varsity volleyball team, and she wasn't about to quit before having at least another orgasm. She remembered how long her mother's sessions were in the basement, milking orgasm after orgasm out of her experienced pussy, and that encouraged her to continue and try the max setting.

The green and blue dildo disappeared between her pink folds, with the textured bumps tracing her G-spot and other erogenous zones she didn't even know existed. Having a perky, bubble butt fit for a volleyball player, she knew guys would give her their best, especially when fucking her from the back, so she wanted to be prepared for that.

She increased the setting to the max, kicking the machine up to its highest gear, and bracing for its wrath. Long, hard, and fast, that's how the dildo delivered the punishing rhythm into her vulnerable pussy. The intensity pulsing through her body localized itself in her small, tight slit, but beyond that it was the fantasy of getting fucked that inspired her cries of pleasure.

Her limbs trembled, making her brain go haywire, with the fantasies of her crush and mother's boyfriend permanently fusing into one. She didn't care about right or wrong, not when her pussy was splashing the results of her exploration onto the carpet.

"Ahmmng fucck," she moaned, involuntarily squeezing her pussy, hard enough to push the dildo out and collapse.

Amid the pulsing ecstasy shooting through her body, she couldn't tell if her eyes were open or closed, it was pitch-black. Her body had found its new addiction as proclaimed by her curled toes, heaving chest and flushed face. Suddenly, she didn't feel that urge to lose her virginity anymore, to a real person anyways, but the question remained in her mind, would I really fuck my mom's boyfriend. For the time being, she found comfort knowing that a summer break of orgasms awaited her, delivered by her mother's trusted friend, with uninhibited, taboo fantasies creeping closer as narrated by the machine's whirring, especially on the max setting.