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My Two Aunts Ch. 01

By: adoration



Mom had insisted on me going to my two aunts in California for "a good rest" after a long winter of studying. Boy, that didn't turn out the way she planned!

Aunty Chrissy had been married to mom's brother for 10 years, but had split up in an acrimonious divorce. She was 40 when I arrived in San Diego and exactly 22 years older than me, 'cos we shared the same birthday. 

Since her marriage break up, Aunty Chrissy's younger sister, Aunty Carol, had moved in with her. Aunty Carol was 37, but they could have been taken for twins.

Both were about 5 foot 8 inches tall, both had shiny brown hair cut in severe, short styles. Both had blue eyes, both had rather hard, although not unattractive, faces. They both had somewhat lined through spending far too much time out in the California sun by their secluded swimming pool, in one of San Diego's swankiest neighbourhoods.

But from the neck down! Both had gloriously big busts – I later checked them out at 38s! And natural, too! They had trim waists, thanks to hours spent on their exercycles in the gym which looked down on the swimming pool. They had lovely legs, strong, sun-tanned. Both were eye candy for a randy 18-year-old college student.

I needed the "good rest" because I'd been studying for months till all hours for a big exam – I flew through it – and mom said she'd shout me a return trip from Chicago to San Diego and a month's break with my aunties. I'd got a start on my tan in mom's solarium, getting a nice all over job. It made my fairly well-muscled body shine quite nicely, I thought.

I had my dark hair cut short in a real marine-style cut. I'd even given myself a shave and crew cut on my pubic region. I'd read in a men's magazine it made the cock look bigger than it really was! And I needed a bit of help in that region – I think my cock is rather nice, thick and circumcised, but at just over 7 inches it's not exactly a John Holmes special!

Aunty Chrissy greeted me on arrival at Lindbergh Field, wearing a smart red leather jacket with a tightly-drawn belt which seemed to be designed to bunch her lush breasts, and a tight pair of Levis which could have been sprayed on!

"Hi darl," she said, kissing me full on the lips, which attracted a few stares, "welcome to the sunshine."

Aunty Chrissy's brand new Dodge Charger roared through the traffic, she was an expert driver, and I made small talk about the car.

She laughed as she flicked round some slow traffic. "Carol and I've had a nice little income from the movie industry, darling, and we decided to treat ourselves. Your Aunty Carol's got a matching model. We make quite a pair."

I glanced sideways at her breasts straining in their leather prison and thought "that's quite a pair, too", but I kept quiet. Whatever movies they were involved in must pay very well, I thought.

When we arrived, I unpacked in the guest bedroom and was invited down poolside to join Chrissy and Carol. I peeked out the window and saw Aunty Carol in a bikini, lying on a lounger, her body a deep brown. She was joined by Aunty Chrissy, also in a bikini, and they left a lounger in the middle, obviously for me.

I pulled on a pair of baggy shorts and walked downstairs.

"Hi, Roger," said Aunty Carol, rising from her recliner and stepping forward to give me a kiss – like her sister she was one of those "mouth" kissers.

I noticed that she had a full bra to her black bikini, so she didn't spill out of her top, but the bottom part was thong-style. Then she stepped back and regarded me.

"Oh, no, no, no, Roger," she exclaimed, "these awful things won't do at all." Then she turned to Aunty Chrissy: "Chris, darling, you must have something more suitable for him – how can I get a nicy pervy look at his young teenage body wearing these awful fucking things!"

Aunty Chrissy sort of "tut-tutted" her sister. "Really, Caroline," she said, "your mouth is too filthy for words. Yes, I've got something briefer for him, but Roger might be embarrassed parading around in front of you in a thong!"

Aunty Carol looked at me with a wicked smile: "Nonsense, sis, he's just itching to try something really sexy. Right Roger?"

I nodded. "Yes, please, Aunty Carol," I said, playing along with her. And to be honest, the rather baggy shorts did feel a bit ridiculous out in the glorious heat of the San Diego afternoon.

"OK, sis, you win," said Aunty Chrissy, climbing from her lounger. I've got something very sexy – but just remember to keep your hands off him!"

And then she indicated that I follow her into the house and we walked upstairs to her bedroom, where my bikini-clad aunt opened a drawer and selected a red satin thong and threw it over to me. "Try that on for size, darling," she smiled, walking out of the room.

The thong was cut high on my hips and it bunched my balls really tightly beneath my cock, which lay pointing upwards at a slight angle. Parading in front of the mirror, I thought it looked pretty darned sexy! And the soft smooth feel of the satin material was terrific on my cock and balls. I started to stiffen down there!

Then I turned and observed my buns, totally free to view, just a tiny little red triangle of material at the small of my back and then the thong strap disappeared between my buttocks.

I went back downstairs and walked towards my place on the middle recliner.

Aunty Carol sat up immediately and started clapping. "Much more like, it Roger," she said, with enthusiasm. "Now show us your buns!"

I turned a little shyly and then Aunty Carol made my ears burn red: "Fucking gorgeous, ohmigod what spankable buns, eh Chrissy? Does your girl friend ever burn a tattoo on that ass?"

I sat down on the recliner quickly. "Er, no, she doesn't actually, aunty," I muttered, and Aunty Carol leered at me.

"Well, my dear Roger," she said, "that's a situation that's going to be fuckin' remedied, I can tell you!"

Aunty Chrissy chided her sis. "Now, now, Caroline," she remarked (Caroline was obviously her choice when she was across with her sister), "please don't embarrass our young guest. Spanking, indeed."

Carol ignored her older sister. "Bullshine, Chrissy," she laughed, "he can't wait to have 'em paddled. What does your girl friend do to you, besides not spanking you, Roger? Does she fuck your brains out?"

As I sought a reply, Aunty Chrissy ordered me to lie flat on the recliner and started to smear warm sun tan lotion all over my upper body.

"Ignore her, my dear," said Aunt Chrissy, massaging the lotion in with remarkably strong hands, working it into my shoulders, pectorals, chest and abdomen, before concentrating on my thighs. I was starting to get stiff again!

"Come on, Roger, tell Aunty Caroline," said the younger woman in a teasing voice. "Look, Chrissy, it's turning him on – look at the front of his thong. That's a semi-stiffy and I bet he's got a circumcised cock, judging by the outline!"

"Really, sis," snorted Aunty Chrissy, "please behave!"

But Carol plunged on. "Tell me Roger, cut cock and seven inches, am I right?"

My face must have been turning beetroot red, but I actually answered her: "Yes, I am circumcised, Aunty Carol, and it's seven and a half inches long."

"Wait till I start on your spanking, Roger, my darling," said Aunt Carol, "it'll go to damn near 8!"

Aunty Chrissy finished oiling me and lay back on her recliner. Then her sister continued with her teasing questioning.

"Tell me about this girl friend who doesn't spank you Roger. Same age as you, or do you prefer older ladies? I know a couple who'd be willing to help you out," she said, a remark which actually drew a laugh from Aunty Chrissy.

"Well, she's about three years older than me, but we've broken up," I informed them. "She said I was too boring and interested in my books."

Carol propped herself up on one elbow, her big tits threatening to fall from her bra, and grinned lecherously at me: "Hear that, Caro? He's on the rebound. Fuck I love making it with men on the rebound, they're so fuckin' randy!"

Aunty Chrissy snapped at her sister. "Oh for crissake, take a fuckin' dip and cool off, sis," she told Carol, "while I have a sensible chat with Roger. Off you go!"

And, to my amazement, Carol stepped to the pool's edge and executed a graceful dive into the lovely blue water.

"Now, darling," said Aunty Chrissy, as her sister started to swim lengths with an elegant freestyle, "what sort of experience did you have with your girl? Did you make love to her?"

For some reason, Aunt Chrissy's more pleasant approach put me at ease and soon I was pouring my heart out. I told her how I loved my girlfriend's lush big tits, her semi-shaved pussy, how we fucked, but only in the missionary position and how she refused me permission to go down on her. I told my aunt how my girl had teased me with her sexy lingerie, but then wouldn't let me sniff her knickers. And as I did, I was painfully aware of the fact that my cock was trying to burst out of the thong Aunty Chrissy had provided me.

When I had finished my tale of sexual misery, Aunty Chrissy made me lie on my tummy, which meant my hard-on was no longer visible in the red satin thong. She then worked lotion strongly into my shoulders, back and buttocks – especially my buttocks, with her fingers probing delightfully into my between-cheeks crack. Then she massaged more lotion into my thighs and calves and let me bake into the wonderfully warm San Diego sunshine.

After Aunt Carol had emerged from the pool and towelled down, Aunt Chrissy spoke to her.

"Right," she said, "while you were getting rid of those extra pounds you put on thanks to that disgraceful plate of spare ribs you enjoyed last night, I obtained information from Roger."

"Tell me everything!" Carol said, as she lay down on her recliner.

"Well," said Aunt Chrissy, "his ex allowed him to make love to her but only in the missionary position."

Carol snorted. "How fuckin' dreary!"

Aunt Chrissy pressed on: "She wouldn't let him come inside her, he had to complete his ejaculation by hand and with a condom on."

"How fuckin' tasteless!" Carol sneered.

"She refused to let him go down on her. And she refused, in turn, to go down on him."

Carol was aghast. "Who the fuck was this woman? Queen fuckin' Victoria?"

Aunt Chrissy went on: "She used to wear sexy lingerie, which she teased him with, but never allowed him to sniff her panties, or come in her bra, or do sexy things with her thongs."

Carol roared: "Stop, stop, enough already. Too much fuckin' information. The poor kid's in urgent need of rehabilitation."

Aunt Chrissy smiled at me. "Precisely, my dear Carol, and we're just the ones to provide it. We'll start with a nice lingerie fashion parade, agreed?" 

"Great idea, sis," said Carol. "Let's make it a competition. He can allot points to each item we model and the winner gets to show him something other than the missionary position!"

"I had a similar idea in mind," said Aunt Chrissy. "You want to experience our little lingerie show, Roger?"

"It sounds exciting, aunty," I told her, and it did. But quite how stunningly exciting it was to turn out, I had no idea. Still, as you've probably gathered, I was very naive.

The two women then jumped from their recliners, held out their hands and pulled me from my lounger. Inside the house, they took me to a large basement room and made me sit in a high-backed, armed wooden chair, with a leather-padded seat.

Aunt Chrissy made me place my arms on the arms of the chair and then I noticed clamps at the front end of the arms. My wrists were pinned into them, then my arms just below the elbows. Next she pulled away my thong, revealing my semi-erect cock to their gaze.

Her next task was to shackle my ankles to similar clamps set in the bottom of the chair's front legs, thus making me not only naked, but also immobile.

"That's just in case you try to run away," she laughed, "and you're naked so we can judge your reaction to our outfits! Now we're going to select our lingerie. We won't be long."

Then Aunt Carol leant over and gave me a long, smoochy kiss full on the mouth. "Don't run away, darling," she laughed.

As they left, one of them turned the lighting in the room way down low, so I could hardly make out what was in the room, although I thought I could detect a little stage set against the wall directly opposite me, although I couldn't be certain, as it appeared to be curtained off.

After several minutes waiting in excited anticipation, lights by the side of the curtains came blazing on, making me squint with its intensity. Then the curtains were drawn back and Aunty Chrissy stood on the stage, wearing a long, black satin dressing gown, which came to past her ankles.

She spoke to me from the stage, which was about four feet in front of my position in the bondage chair. "Righto, Roger, we're just about set to start off the lingerie show. I trust you're quite comfortable."

I nodded, then she stepped down and walked behind me. "We're each going to model three outfits," she said, "and the first is non-revealing lingerie. The second outfit must reveal our breasts, and the third our breasts and pussies. I have a sheet of paper here and will mark down the scores you give each outfit.

"You will award marks from one – which means it doesn't do much for you – to 10 – which means it makes you want to fuck like crazy. You can also award half marks – 5.5, 9.5 and so on. Understood, Roger?"

"Yes, aunty," I replied, then I heard her press some sort of buttons, which obviously were connected to a CD player, and some sexy music started to sound behind me. As it did, Aunty Carol made her appearance from the side of the stage and began to walk up and down, displaying her outfit to me.

For her first outfit she had chosen a red satin basque, which pushed her breasts up into superb uplift, the garment clinging to her lush figure. At the hem of the basque, straps descended to shiny black nylon stockings that gleamed on her lovely legs. A red satin pair of panties gleamed at her middle, drawn tightly across her pudenda and buttocks. As she moved around, wiggling her hips and thrusting her breasts forward, my penis rose to a hard-on which I was, of course, powerless to hide.

"Oh fuck, a basque – basques are so fuckin' sexy," said Aunty Chrissy, rubbing her hand along my shaft. "Look at the way it's gleaming against her body – look at the way the straps are holding her tits up!"

I did. Yes, it was fucking sexy!

To complete her performance, Aunty Carol stepped down from the stage and turned her back on me, then leaned over and grasped her hands around her ankles, thus presenting her lovely lush buttocks, the red satin gleaming as it strained across her cheeks.

"Score?" I heard Aunty Chrissy call out from behind me.

"Er, an 8.5," I announced.

Aunty Carol then stepped beside my chair and I heard a door open, then close, and moments later, Aunty Chrissy appeared on the stage – there must have been a corridor from the back of the room to the stage in front of me.

"Oh fuck, it's the retro look," I heard Aunt Carol say, then felt her hand stroke my cock as I gazed at Aunty Chrissy's erotic outfit.

My older aunt had chosen an all black ensemble, which gleamed with a sinister but exciting menace. The black bra clung to her full breasts, pressing the bare upper globes up. On her hips a three-inch deep suspender belt was attached to seamed black stockings, and full black satin knickers covered her crotch and ass.

"Look at the way its gleams against her titties and pussy," exclaimed Aunt Carol. "It's sooo exciting!"

What was also exciting was the way my cock was throbbing, aided by Aunt Carol's hand as I watched Aunt Chrissy strut around the stage before bending over in front of me in a duplicate of Carol's pose finishing stance before her.

Aunt Carol then left me, and Aunt Chrissy called out: "Score?"

I gave her an 8.5, to match Carol's.

Aunt Chrissy then stepped beside my chair and started to stroke my cock as Aunty Carol emerged once more onto the stage. She had chosen a red latex outfit that took my breath away!

The clothing was in the form of a shiny playsuit, cut high on her hips, fully covering her belly and widening at the top to reveal her lush, full, 38-inch breasts, her nipples erect and inviting.

The sides of the top of the garment went up around her neck to hold it snugly and this had a glorious effect on her breasts. At the neck line, the garment was completed by long gloves which covered her shoulders and went all the way down to her hands. She wore red leather boots, which came half-way up her lovely thighs.

"Oh that's so fuckin' great," said Aunty Chrissy. "Couldn't you just fuck her tits in that outfit, Roger?"

"Yes, aunty," I murmured, my gaze fixated on Aunt Carol's posing performance.

"Tell her," Aunty Chrissy insisted, "she'll be thrilled. Tell her you'd like to tit fuck her!"

"I'd love to fuck your tits in that outfit, Aunty Carol," I called.

She laughed, but said nothing and after completing strutting her stuff, Aunty Carol bent over in front of me and I could see that the back of the playsuit was thong-style, revealing her lush buns. She bent to disclose a mouth-watering sight of a narrow red latex strap, just covering her pussy lips and anus.

"Score?" inquired Aunty Chrissy, and I gave it a 9.

Aunty Carol bent and gave me a wet kiss on the mouth, her bare breasts grazing my naked upper body as she did so, then Aunty Chrissy took center-stage, while her sister stroked my stiffy.

My elder aunt had chosen a black satin, quarter-cup bra, which exposed almost all the wonderful expanse of her large, lush globes. Her midriff was covered by a black satin thong, which was cut very high on her hips. She walked around, jouncing her breasts in time to the music, wiggling her buttocks at me.

"Another fuckin' retro look. God it's so sexy, tell her it's sexy, Roger, tell her it makes you randy for her – tell her!"

I obeyed, as Aunty Chrissy pranced about and Aunty Carol stroked my hardness. "It's a great outfit, aunty, I'm so randy for you!" I heard my voice crying out.

Then she did the bend-over routine, presenting me with a mouth-watering view of her satin covered snatch, before ending her performance by rubbing her breasts lightly across my stiff cock.

"Score?" inquired Aunty Chrissy, when she reached the paper she was marking my scores on.

"Nine point 5," I said, and then Aunty Carol was back on stage, this time revealing to me not only her lush breasts, but her equally exciting pussy.

For her final outfit of the lingerie demonstration, Aunt Carol had gone for a red PVC bra and panty set. The bra had a wide split down the center of the cups, which allowed her nipples to be totally revealed. The PVC panties were crotchless, her large-lipped labia peeping brazenly at me.

"Look Roger," said Aunty Chrissy, though I was already looking like crazy, "you could fuck her without her taking anything off. Tell her you want her!"

"I want you, Aunty Carol, I think that's so fucking sexy," I said, as the 37-year-old bounced around in front of me in her final performance.

Lastly she bent over to display the rear end of her crotchless panties, her dark-brown puckered anus peering up at me, full of dark promise.

"Score?" inquired Aunty Chrissy.

I gave Aunt Carol a 10!

Then, as the younger woman stroked my pre-cum dribbling cock, rubbing the juices along my stiff shaft, Aunty Chrissy arrived on stage for her piece de resistance.

Like Aunt Carol, Chrissy had chosen a PVC outfit, but this was a playsuit. Her breasts bounced fully exposed from its cut-away cups, a wide gash from her navel to the small of her back exposed her full-lipped pussy and engorged clitoris.

"Look at that," Carol breathed, in an excited voice. "It's wonderful. Tell her it's wonderful, tell her it makes you want to come all over her, Roger," said my cock-stroking aunt.


My Two Aunts Ch. 01



I despatched the information and watched in fascination as Aunty Chrissy bent to display not only her lush labia lips, but her rosy-coloured cunt and brown anus.

"Score?" I was asked for the sixth and final time.

"A 9.5," I called out, huskily, anxious for the game with my aunties to move to the next stage.

Behind me, I heard Aunty Chrissy totting up the scores, then she stepped in front of me. Her sister was still stroking my erection as she announced the results.

"Carol," she informed her sister, "you were awarded scores of 8.5, 9 and 10, for a total of 27.5. I got 8.5, 8.5 and 9.5 and that adds up to 27.5 – so it's a tie. Now what do we do?"

"Oh fuck, I'm too randy for a play-off, sis," said the younger woman. "I can't wait any more. What say we both fuck him?"

Aunty Chrissy looked at me very coolly and smiled: "What a lovely idea! Here or in the games room?"

Carol chuckled a deep, lecherous giggle. "The games room – let him see what we're about, eh?"

The two high-heeled, semi-naked women escorted me, one on each side, to another large room in the basement. It was a strange sight – there was a large mirror on the ceiling, a sort of gurney with straps and stirrups on it, a bench with straps as well, a metal frame, with straps obviously for wrists and ankles. On one wall was a long pegged row with various whips and floggers hanging from it.

Aunty Chrissy and Aunty Carol stepped to the middle of the room and placed me between them. Chrissy placed a hand against my neck and pulled my mouth down to her large breasts, standing in glorious uplift in the open-fronted playsuit. I sucked on her nipples, making them erect. Then Carol pulled my from her sister's breasts and made me worship her breasts.

Aunty Chrissy then said: "You scored a 10, so you can have him worship that pussy first."

Aunty Carol turned her back on me and bent over, clasping her knees with her hands, the open crotch of her panties displaying her pussy.

"Kneel, baby," said Aunty Chrissy, pushing me down onto the richly-carpeted floor. Then she knelt beside me, her face close to mine.

Meanwhile, my gaze was transfixed on Carol's ass and anus. "Worship that lovely brown anus first, Roger," said Chrissy, "lick it, make it lovely and moist."

My tongue flickered at the puckered brownness, tasting the musky saltiness of her ass. Carol wriggled slightly as I made my initial contact.

"Now kiss her there, she loves that," Aunty Chrissy instructed me, and I showered the brown slit with kisses, pausing occasionally to transfer my oral adoration to her inner buttock cheeks.

Aunty Carol then stood and turned to face me, her feet wide apart. From where I knelt I could inhale a marvellous musky aroma of feminine fragrances, an aroma that had always been denied me by my ex-girl friend.

"Lick her cunt first," ordered my older aunt, and my tongue traced the wet, pink bud, tasting the saltiness. "Now put your tongue up it, as far as you can!"

My tongue made its first foray into a woman's vagina, my cock pulsing with excitement as I worked, while Aunty Chrissy kept up a steady stroking of my seven and a half inches.

"Now over her labia, up to her clit," ordered Aunty Chrissy and I followed her instructions, tasting a tangy trace of salt as I laved over her wide labia lips.

I hadn't been worshipping her clitoris for long, when Carol grabbed my head and pulled me around. There, ass displayed for my next stage of oral adoration, was Aunty Chrissy.

Aunty Carol knelt by my side and instructed me on where to lick, lave and kiss. I started at Aunt Chrissy's pungent anus, then soaked up some juices from her cunt before delving deeper to her clitoral bud.

"Let's get him on the fuck bench," I heard a hissed command from Aunt Carol as I worked on Aunty Chrissy's clit, and my aunts then proceeded to drag me to the leather-padded gurney.

I was strapped down at the shoulders, across the midriff, two straps kept my upper thighs down and finally my ankles were placed into bondage on the gurney. This allowed my arms freedom to move.

From the rubber padded pillow beneath my head, I then saw Aunty Carol place one foot in a stirrup set in the middle of the gurney, then swing her other leg across me to settle herself firmly in both stirrups.

Aunty Chrissy then held my raging hard erection and guided it as Aunt Carol lowered her pussy onto my hard-on. I felt the exquisite thrill as her velvet-smooth cunt surrounded my cock and then placed my hands up to cup her split-cupped bra, my fingers stroking her nipples back to stiffness.

But this position soon became impossible as Aunty Chrissy settled first one leg in the stirrup at the head of the gurney, then swung her other into its twin leather supporter. Next her aromatic pussy was lowered onto my mouth and now my cock was invading Carol's cunt while my tongue invaded Chrissy's cunt. I was being kept busy!

The women faced each other, the 37-year-old humping up and down on my cock, the 40-year-old graunching with enthusiasm on my mouth.

"His tongue's busy," I heard Aunty Chrissy say above me, "how's his cock?"

Aunty Carol was panting as she humped up and down on me. "Nice, well not bad for a seven incher," she informed her sister.

Then Aunty Chrissy removed her lush pussy from my panting face and stepped out of the stirrups. This was obviously the signal for her sister to lower her upper body until her titties hovered above my sweat-stained face.

"Suck my nipples, suck them, it makes me come!" Aunt Carol ordered me, and I placed my hands up to her breasts and worked at lavishing oral praise on first her left, then her right nipple as she humped and pumped on my cock.

After a minute or two of this, she started to cry out "I'm coming, keep fuckin' sucking, keep sucking!" as her climax neared.

Then, with a low moan which rose to a shriek, Aunty Carol came on me and – as she reached the pinnacle of her passion – I felt my surging loins release a huge spurt of spunk deep into her cunt.

Panting and perspiring, Aunty Carol climbed from me and Aunty Chrissy examined my cock in dismay. "Fuck!" she announced, vehemently, "the little cunt's come. Fuck him!"

Aunty Carol looked down at me rather sternly. "Oh dear," she exclaimed. "You came without permission, you little tosser!"

I looked at her with incomprehension. "I'm sorry, aunty, but it's such a long time since I've had sex, or masturbated even, I just couldn't help it, I'm so sorry."

Aunt Carol did not look mollified, even though she had enjoyed a roaring orgasm on me. "Righto, Roger," she said, sternly, "I guess it's time you learned what happens to naughty little boys who come without permission."

And with that she climbed into the stirrups at the head of the gurney and settled herself into them. As she lowered her pussy to my face I saw to my horror that there was a large glob of spunk sitting at her cunt lips, looking ready to drool out of her.

"Clean me, you cunt," she ordered. "And do a good job of it. Then you can get yourself emotionally prepared for another fuck with your Aunty Chrissy."

I started to lick my salty semen from her aromatic snatch, as I felt Aunty Chrissy releasing the straps that held me down onto the gurney.

"And this time you don't come without permission, Roger," Aunty Chrissy said as I licked her sister's cunt and drank down my semen. I sucked and drank all my come down as it leaked from Aunty Carol's cunt but as I did my mind was reeling. If this was how busy I was going to be during my holiday it wasn't going to be too much of "a good rest"!

To be continued.



My Two Aunts Ch. 02



I stepped into my Aunt Chrissy's arms and embraced her. "I'm so sorry, aunty, I promise to do better with you."

To my surprise, my aunt kissed me tenderly on the mouth. "I'm sorry I was a little cross with you just now," she said, "it's just that I was so looking forward to a fuck."

Then she turned to Aunt Carol. "I'm taking him upstairs, sis, I think this place is probably a little intimidating to him," she said, sweeping her hand to indicate the flogging bench, the frame, the gurney and the whips.

"Fair enough," said Carol, "but don't forget 'this place' as you describe it is what pays the bills, for the custom-built Chargers and buys us new shoes.

"And anyway, he shaves his cock shaft and his balls and as you well know that's sure sign of a submissive. Show me a cock shaver and I'll show you a slave."

"I don't believe it's that simple," said Aunt Chrissy. "A lot of men shave their cock and balls because it makes them feel sexy. And on the subject of this torture chamber, I know very well what keeps us in our lifestyle, my darling sister, but I still think it's a little awe-inspiring for Roger, so I'll take him up to my bedroom."

And with that she took me by the hand and led me out of the torture chamber and upstairs to her palatial bedroom. Closing the door behind her, Aunty Chrissy, still clad in her sexy, open-fronted, bare-crotched playsuit, lay back on the bed and I took my place beside her.

As she stroked my cock and I snuggled my mouth to her lush, big breasts, Aunty Chrissy told me: "You mustn't mind Carol, she's just a little dominant at times and she'll probably want to turn you into her sex slave. Don't worry, I'll look after you."

My penis was already recovering from its premature ejaculation into Aunty Carol and was stirring to life under Aunt Chrissy's sensual stroking.

"Now," she said, smiling at me and kissing me tenderly on the mouth, "ready to try again?"

I looked into her deep blue eyes and kissed her first on the throat, then the chin, then her lovely mouth. "Yes, please," I whispered huskily and climbed onto her full, firm body.

Aunty took my erection and guided it to her moist pussy and with a slow and very excited thrust I pushed into her cunt, feeling almost giddy with excitement as she took my hardness into her velvety smoothness.

"Ooooh, that's so lovely, you have got a charming cock, my dear," Aunty Chrissy told me, as I began to fuck her with long, slow strokes which I hoped would prove to her that I was not a complete tyro when it came to cock-in-cunt love-making.

"I know it's the missionary position, my darling, but it's one of my favourites," she told me. "We can experiment with other positions later, but first I want to kiss you - oh, and I've got a present for you!"

I slowed my already slow tempo down even further and kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwining. "A gift? This is the only gift I need, my darling aunty," I told her, "being able to make love to you!"

Aunt Chrissy laughed a deep, throaty laugh and told me: "Feel beneath the pillows, darling."

I did as she said and my hand fell upon some material that felt slightly damp. Pulling it from the pillows I found it was a pair of black satin knickers, which gleamed and shone almost as if they were made of rubber.

"I've been wearing those panties for two days - I was running late to pick you up from the airport this morning, so I pulled them on and then remembered they were soiled, but I couldn't be bothered changing them," she told me.

"And then, when I saw you at the airport and saw how you'd grown up into such a sexy young man, I got all excited down there and I'm afraid they've got all wet again!"

I could feel the slight dampness of the material in my fingers, then aunty said: "Would you like to put them on, darling?"

"Of course I would," I said, quickly, "but I'm making love to you, aunty!" How gauche!

"Not on down there, silly," Aunt Chrissy smiled, "up here!" 

And with that she took the knickers from my hand and placed them over my face. She placed the gusset of the garment over my nose and mouth, allowing me to inhale the most gloriously intoxicating aroma I had ever experienced.

"There, darling," she said, noticing my look of sheer delight, "is that nice?"

"It's fucking gorgeous - oh, pardon me, aunty, that's so rude. It's the most marvellous perfume I've ever smelled, only it's making me so excited," I told her, afraid that the sheer erotic excitement of her panties would make me disgrace myself again!

"Stop the fuck for a moment or two, then," Aunt Chrissy instructed me, and I did.

"Now, what can you smell in those wicked little knickers of mine?" she asked, impishly.

"Well," I said, trying to control the thrill running through my body due to the placement of her knickers on my face, "there's a magnificent aroma of pussy."

"Anything else?" asked Aunty Chrissy, a cheeky grin on her face.

I screwed my eyes tight shut and inhaled deeply. "Erm, yes, there is," I told her. "Is it ... er, is it your urine?"

Aunty laughed aloud. "Yes, it's my piss perfume - do you like it?"

"It's marvellous, it's intoxicating, it's exciting," I said, searching for words to describe the musky smell.

"Pull out, darling!" aunty called out, suddenly, and thinking that I'd done something wrong, I withdrew from her wet cunt. Then she reached up for her panties, pulled them from my face and arranging the gusset carefully she rubbed it two or three times over her pussy.

"Now try it!" she said, handing me back her knickers. Swiftly I arranged them on my face, instantly aware that the aroma was now more intense, tasting the moistness with my tongue, as the panties drove me wild.

I almost leapt onto her and thrust my rigid cock back into her cunt and started to hump, but Aunt Chrissy placed a warning finger on my panty-covered lips and said: "Time for a change, my dear. Out you get!" I withdrew once more and Aunty Chrissy swung herself off the bed and stood bending over, her fists bunched on the mattress, her feet spread wide.

"Try a new position, darling," came her command and I stood behind her, placed my hands on her hips and felt my cock's helmet brush against her cunny lips. Then, with one steady thrust, I drove my cock deep into her cunt, already very wet from our previous couplings.

After a few thrusts I ran my hands up from her hips to cup her pendulous 38-inch breasts, glorying in their firm lushness.

"There, darling," she said, as I humped away, "is that a nice way to fuck?"

"Oh aunty, it's so fucking wonderful, I just love the way my pubic mound bumps against the lovely roundness of your buttocks every time I push deep into you," I told her.

"That's right, and you can feel my titties, but with one hand, go down and play with my pussy, just the labia lips, then the clit, I'd like that," Aunty Chrissy instructed me.

I did as I was told, and found her labia leaking juice, which I smeared all over my fingers before flicking them against her prominent little clit, thrilling at the way it erected and rose to my caress.

"Now pull out and I'll show you something else," Aunty Chrissy told me, and I disengaged from the fuck.

"Sit on that chair," she told me, and I sat down on a high backed, armless chair in one corner of the bedroom. Aunty walked to me as I sat stiff-cocked and straddled my lap, her inner thighs brushing against my outer ones.

Then she impaled herself on my cock and as she did she offered her lovely big boobies up to my mouth for oral adoration as she humped herself up and down on my pulsating prick.

"How's that, Roger?" she asked, as I rubbed my face across her big breasts while sucking, licking and kissing at her hardened nipples.

"Oh aunty, it's just wonderful," I said, amazing myself at the way I was controlling my prick's passionate desire to shoot spunk.

As I fought to maintain that control, I pulled back from her exciting breasts and told her: "Aunty, I've got a question. Do you mind?"

She smiled at me, while maintaining her steady thrusting up and down on my erection. "Of course not, darling," said Aunty Chrissy, "fire away. Ooops, perhaps that was an unfortunate turn of phrase."

I kissed her on the mouth, then explained what had been intriguing me for quite some time. "Downstairs in that room?"

"The torture chamber?" said Aunty Chrissy.

"That's right," I said. "It was something Aunty Carol said about 'knowing what pays the bills'."

Aunty Chrissy laughed: "And I said something about knowing what keeps us in our extravagant lifestyle. And you want to know what we get up to down there?"

I knew I was prying, but I muttered: "Sorry, aunty, if it's a secret or something I shouldn't know ..."

Aunty Chrissy smiled, then stood up off my cunt-smeared cock and went back to her bed. "Missionary position, darling, and you can come now!"

I moved swiftly to the bed and lay on top of her wonderful body, my cock springing into her vagina and thrusting deep. Aunt Chrissy encourage me with deep kisses on my panty-covered mouth.

Soon I was nearing the inevitable. With the pressure to prevent an ejaculation now gone I was swiftly peaking and my passion spilled over with another gut-wrenching orgasm as I heaved and humped on my lovely aunt's encouraging full figure.

With a sigh, I pulled from her and Aunty Chrissy went into her bathroom. I heard sounds of running water, then she returned, totally naked. Lying beside me on the bed she bent down and sucked on my semi-stiff cock, licking and kissing it for several moments. My girl friend had never done that!

Then she lay back, pulled her panties from my face and kissed me tenderly. "Now, you want to know what goes on in the games room downstairs?"

I felt a little leap of excitement. I had assumed that when she had not answered my inquiries while we were fucking on the chair that she was not going to answer me. Now she explained everything.

"Your aunt and I are, for want of a better term, porn stars. We appear in movies as 'The Torture Twins'," she told me.

"You do look alike," I said, "and I can imagine you could be taken for twins."

"Exactly," said Aunty Chrissy. "We both are 5 feet 8, we both weigh about the same and we both measure 38-26-37. So we could easily be taken for twins and twin sisters are a bit of a rarity in the porn business. And those that are around are very, very much in demand," Aunt Chrissy said.

"So in all the promotional guff, we say we were born on the same day in 1969, which makes us 36 according to the biographies. A little bit of poetic, or porn licence," laughed aunty, who was now stroking my cock. Amazingly, I felt it becoming aroused once more!

"Anyway, Carol and I specialize in female domination movies - femdom as they're called for short. We'll show you some of them after dinner, if you're interested."

My cock was once more as solid as a truncheon. "Er, yes, I think I am, aunty," I told her.

She laughed and kissed me on the mouth. "So we've made a lot of femdom pornos - they're all given similar names. The Torture Twins Torment Tony - porn titles are often awful puns or alliterative. The Torture Twins Thrash Tex. The Torture Twins Tease Tim. You get the idea."

"And the torture chamber downstairs is where you film the movies?" I asked.

"Oh good heavens no, darling," said Aunty Chrissy. "That's where we entertain our very special clients."

I looked puzzled, and Aunt Chrissy explained for me.

"A lot of people in the porn business do 'moonlighting' - you know what that is?"

I nodded.

"Some porn stars, say the ones who specialize in fuck and suck movies, will entertain clients when they visit certain destinations."

"Isn't that prostitution?" I asked my aunt.

"Goodness me, no," she smiled. "Of course the clients will reimburse the lady for her time and the expenses she has incurred in getting to a certain destination, but what happens between two consenting adults who meet in a hotel room and find each other immensely attractive can't be termed prostitution."

"But your clients aren't interested in 'fuck and suck', eh, aunty?" I pressed her.

"Well they may be, but your aunt and I never allow any fucking. The only sucking permitted may be to our breasts and bottoms and - if we really take a shine to a client - our pussies," she said.

"No, our clients are into domination. They like to be whipped, they like to be humiliated."

"Humiliated?" I asked.

"Yes, golden showers, stuff like that - except Carol and I draw the line at brown showers."

"Brown showers?" I asked naively.

"Don't make me explain," said aunty, with a shudder, "it's too gross!"

"And these slaves - Aunty Carol wants to make me one of your slaves?" I asked, still stiff-pricked, now excited.

"Yes, she would love you to become her slave - you see she's never had a slave so young. Most of our clients are aged in their 40s to their 60s. We even have one who must be in his early 70s," aunty told her mouth-open young nephew.

"Why so old?" I asked her.

"Darling, use your grey cells," Aunt Chrissy laughed. "It's only men of a certain age who can afford to enjoy our services. Young men in their late teens, like you, and in their 20s and 30s, usually don't have the readies to be able to afford us."

"And they pay you well?" I probed.

"Some of them pay extremely well. Our shortest session is two hours, which can set someone back a few thousand dollars, and then those who want a day or two with us, shell out really big bucks," Aunty Chrissy told me.

"Then why bother with the porn business?" I asked. "Surely the torture chamber is all you need?"

Aunty Chrissy smiled and pulled me down to her pussy. "Worship me," she ordered, and as I proceeded to lick her magnificent minge, she continued with her explanation.

"The porn films are simply a way of advertising our wares," she told me, as my lips licked her lush labia and my tongue snuck into her satin-smooth cunt.

"Anyone who purchases one of our videos sees how to contact us via our website," she continued. "Then they go onto the net, make contact and we begin negotiations. All they have to do is log on to our site, and voila - another slave turns up for his whipping. Simple.

"Now shut up asking questions and give me a lovely orgasm, there's a sweetie!"

My mouth worked at the oral adoration of aunty's aromatic pussy, and I confess that at times I actually licked my lips while I performed at her pussy, so delectable was my task.

After several minutes, aunty placed her feet up from the sides of my body onto my buttocks and she strengthened the grip of her thighs about my head and upper body, before forcing me to increase my pace with a panted instruction: "My clit, lick it now - lick it faster!"

I laved and licked, my tongue flashing over the budding knob of her clitoris until, with a groan and a sob, aunty announced: "Oh yes, Roger, that's it, tongue fuck me, tongue fuck me, darling, oh yes!"

I had hardly finished my tasty task, when I heard Aunty Carol's voice from behind me. She must have stepped into the bedroom while her older sister was in the throes of passion to observe me performing cunnilingus!

"See, what did I tell you Chris?" I heard Aunty Carol exclaim. "He's desperate to become our sex slave. He can't get enough of the muff diving dominance - he's a slave in the making, I told you so!"

Aunty Chrissy was by now winding down from her Big O and she stroked my head as I lay panting between her widespread thighs.

"Total and complete nonsense, sis," said Chrissy. "Watch!"

And with that she pulled me by the shoulders until I was lying firmly against her. "Now fuck me, darling!"

I needed no more invitation. My prick was oozing pre-cum and it was thick and turgid, itching for action! Once more I mounted her and was soon thrusting in a tempo which thrilled me.

"See, sis?" asked Aunt Chrissy. "He's a fuck machine, he's not interested in your floggings or golden showers, he simply wants to fuck. And boy, can he fuck!"

I heard a laugh from behind me. "Don't kid yourself, sis," said Carol, "I heard you talking about our kinky clients and I opened the door a tad and peeped in at you. When you were talking about the torture scenarios he was as hard as a rock. It fascinates you, doesn't it Roger?"

What could I say? I was about to confess, when Aunt Chrissy got in before me.

"He's a randy young man, talk of dungeons and dominatrixes is all alien to him. I've promised to show him some of our DVDs this evening after dinner - we'll see how he reacts to them, OK?"

Carol replied to her sister: "Of course, it's fine by me. But he'll turn out to be a closet submissive, mark my words my dear sis!"

Then, as I humped away on Aunt Chrissy's body, Aunt Carol stepped to the side of the bed. She was wearing high heels - and nothing else.

"And how's his cock control coming along?" she inquired, looking down at my performance.

"Very nicely, thank-you," said Aunt Chrissy. "Look, I'll give you a demonstration." She looked at me with an encouraging smile and ordered: "OK Roger, tit fuck me!"

I slowly pulled my prick from her pussy and raised my torso to place my cock between her twin peaks. Aunty Chrissy pressed her large globes together, trapping my penis between the globes and soon I was leaving trails of pre-cum along the smooth inner stretches of her beautiful breasts.

For several moments I proceeded to enjoy the very first tit fuck of my life - the only others I'd ever witnessed had been on some porn videos I'd watched with a college friend.

Then aunty ordered another switch: "Mouth fuck me, darling!"

Once more I ascended her naked body and placed my quivering cock to her lips. Aunty opened her mouth wide and sucked me in, her wet mouth driving me wild with excitement. I thrust for about four or five plunges into her oral orifice, then felt a surge starting to build.

"I'm coming, aunty," I hissed, as the sperm started its swift journey from my scrotal sac up my shaft. Aunt Chrissy made no move to disengage from my throbbing prick and I continued humping her face until a spurt of spunk shot free. She swallowed, then accepted another burst.

Beside the bed our audience placed her hands together and gave a slow handclap. "Not bad," said Aunt Carol, "but not brilliant. I think he's got some way to go before he's up to my demanding standards. I may have to train him."

Aunt Chrissy licked her lips, then sucked me on my cock head before replying: "I know how you train your slaves and you'll be doing no such thing unless he's really, truly into it."

Then Aunty Carol climbed onto the bed beside us. "Anyway," she announced, "I have to confess that watching him hump you has made me randy again. Come on down here, Roger, I need a nice little muff dive!" I lay down and placed my face close to her aromatic, semi-shaved snatch and began to lick her cunt only to be commanded by a stern-sounding Aunt Carol: "Lower, lick my anus!"

I delved deeper and as I was probing her muskiness, I heard her cry out: "Panties - you've been making him wear your panties, Chris! He's a fuckin' panty pervert. I knew it - this kid's kinky!"

My face must have turned red as she taunted me, but I maintained my oral worship of her back passage while Aunt Chrissy defended me.

"Rubbish, sis," she told Carol. "He just likes the lovely aroma of a mature woman's panties on his face. Nothing wrong with that, it's one of this country's biggest participant sports, panty sniffing."

"Excuses, excuses," said Aunt Carol as she pulled my head higher and allowed me to worship her moist cunt.

"Now my clit, lover boy," she panted, and I was soon bringing her off as I licked her clit in frantic flicks as she writhed her crotch onto my face.

Finally, after roaring her approval, Aunt Carol pushed me away and Aunt Chrissy lay down by my side, so I was now in between the two naked, lush-bodied sisters.




My Two Aunts Ch. 02



Despite my exertions, my prick was once more standing up to attention, but I was now to be given a respite.

"Time for some dinner," Aunty Chrissy announced, climbing from the bed, "but first we all need a nice shower."

And the two women helped me in the spacious shower cubicle in the bathroom, where we took turns in soaping and shampooing each other.

Downstairs, me now clad in that red thong again, my aunties in sheer and revealing black lingerie, I was shown the DVD library and told to pick two movies for the evening's entertainment.

Something told me it was going to be an exciting evening!

To be continued...



My Two Aunts Ch. 03



After dinner, my two aunts took me into their large lounge and sat me down between them on a leather couch, which was cool to my bare buttocks - I was told by Aunt Carol, the bossier and at 37 the younger of the two, that I must always wear a thong around the house or go naked. Aunty Carol and Aunty Chrissy, the 40-year-old, wore sexy lingerie around the place. It was all very arousing for an 18-year-old boy, I can tell you.

After we'd settled down, Aunt Carol told me: "This is one of our favourite films and I know you're going to like it, Roger. Feel free to ask any questions."

Then she pressed the play button on the remote and the movie started. After the title - Tex Gets Into Trouble, starring Tex Tanker and featuring The Torture Twins - a man was shown driving on the freeway. The action started fairly quickly. Tex, it turned out, was a burglar. He broke into the Torture Twins house, was caught and overpowered when they returned unexpectedly from a shopping expedition. Then the action heated up!

Tex was taken to a basement torture chamber, stripped naked and shown to possess a rather large, erect cock. "He's nine inches long," said Aunty Carol, as if reading my thoughts.

Aunty Carol and Aunty Chrissy were dressed in sexy leather outfits, which exposed their breasts and pussies. They look stunning and my cock was soon as hard as a rock in its satin thong. Aunty Carol didn't help matters by stroking the outside of the garment.

I didn't think much of the acting abilities of my two lovely aunties - although there was no way I was going to tell them that, of course. But I must confess that once they started to work on poor old Tex - who was in his mid 20s I guessed - they demonstrated an expertise which obviously came from years of experience.

Tex's first punishment came when he was tied to a sort of sturdy leather flogging bench. Aunty Carol used a leather flogger about 18 inches long and about four inches wide at its business end.

"That's one of my favourite floggers," she said, as I watched her whipping poor old Tex's buttocks. "It delivers a healthy sting, but won't break the flesh." Then she looked at me with a really wicked grin and added: "You'll love it!"

As Aunty Carol whipped the burglar's backside, Aunty Chrissy stood at the head of the bench and placed her pussy about a foot from Tex's wailing face. Then she started to masturbate as she watched her sister whaling into Tex. Soon she came, very, very noisily.

"Was that a real orgasm, aunty?" I asked, as her sister continued to stroke my cock.

"Not from memory, darling," she said. "Tex is a sweet young thing, but he does nothing for me. I'm pretty sure I faked it."

Tex was then removed from the flogger, ruefully rubbing his by now crimson cheeks. My two aunts then strapped him down on the bench so that he was face up. Aunty Carol then squatted on his face, and Tex's prick soon rose from a semi-stiffy that he had to a raging hard-on.

Then Aunt Chrissy took over his punishment. Using a little leather lash no more than eight inches long, she began to flog his erection. Tex's voice was muffled as he was being sat on my Aunt Carol, but it was obvious he wasn't enjoying the work being done on his cock by Aunty Chrissy.

"Don't take any notice of his cries," Aunt Chrissy told me, "he's a pain freak, he just loves it when his cock is flogged."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because he's a fucking masochist, Roger," sneered my Aunt Carol. "He likes pain - not excruciating pain, just a nice warm throbbing pain. He's really lapping this up - while he's lapping up my pussy juice, that is."

I watched the rest of the film with interest. Tex underwent all sorts of punishments, but I noticed that he never touched Aunt Chrissy - all his oral adoration was carried out on her sister.

I asked why and Aunt Chrissy explained: "As the Torture Twins we usually play 'good cop, bad cop'. I'm usually the nice one, Carol is the tough one. And anyway, like I said, Tex does nothing for me."

"No, you're more into chocolate logs, aren't you Chrissy?" laughed Carol. "Don't take any notice of her 'butter wouldn't melt in my mouth' routine, Roger. You wait till you see her work over a black slave in a couple of other of our movies. Talk about nasty!"

The movie ended with my two aunts urinating all over Tex as he lay remarkably unprotesting on a black rubber sheet. After they finished drenching his cock and balls, his belly and chest and ending with spurts over his face, Tex rubbed his hands over his cock and shot a large wad of semen onto his belly.

I asked them about his "golden shower". 

Aunt Carol enlightened me. "A lot of male slaves love golden showers - some even drink it, believe it or not. Apart from the fact that it's an extremely humiliating exercise - and these guys are really into humiliation, Roger - it's also rather nice." "Nice?" I said, in a disbelieving tone of voice.

"Yes, darling," said Aunty Chrissy. "You see it's almost sterile, and it's warm. Slaves love the warmth as it flows over their naked bodies. You can see the effect it had on Tex - he loves stroking his piss-drenched prick, it makes him come as you saw."

"Well, Roger," said Aunt Carol. "You've seen what we do for a living? Wanna play?"

"It's intriguing," I told her. "I must confess I'm fascinated. But it's also a little bit scary - scary that I find it very arousing."

Then Aunt Carol dropped her "in your face" attitude and kissed me on the mouth. "Don't worry, Roge," she said, stroking my erection, this time with her hand down the top of my thong, "I'll go easy on you. And old misery guts Chrissy will no doubt be on hand to make sure I don't get carried away."

Aunty Chrissy nodded. "You damn well bet I will," she said. "Now, off to bed Roger and we'll come up with a scenario for you for tomorrow morning."

"A scenario?" I asked.

"Sure," said Aunty Carol. "Sex slaves always have a scenario they like to play out as an excuse for their punishment. It's usually something really mundane, like being caught going through a knicker drawer. In fact, it's such an old familiar plot, I think we'll use that. I'll catch you going through my soiled panties, sniffing them, rubbing them on your cock. You get the drift, I'm sure."

I did. "OK," I said. "When will the game start?"

"After breakfast," said Aunty Chrissy. "We'll have a nice meal, then we'll get dressed up."

"Dressing up is a big part of it, isn't it?" I asked.

"Certainly is," said Aunt Carol. "Sex slaves like to see their dominatrixes in really sexy lingerie, or leather - or PVC. What's your preference, darling?"

I thought for a moment, then gabbled: "PVC is a big turn on for me, Aunty Carol."

She grinned at her sister: "Then PVC it is. Now off to bed."

It took a while for me to drift off to sleep, excited as I was at the role of sex slave I was going to play in the morning, but finally I drifted off. I was woken by Aunt Chrissy bringing me an early morning cup of coffee. She was naked, except for high heels, which seemed to heighten her nudity in a way.

She sat down on the bed and pulled my face to her breasts. I kissed her there, marvelling at the wonderful 38s she possessed and the lovely large, erect nipples.

As I suckled at her big breasts, Aunty Chrissy stroked my hair and whispered: "Don't worry about the little game we're going to play. I'll make certain Carol doesn't get carried away."

After breakfast, my aunts informed me they were going to get into their "domination gear". I was to brush my teeth, take a shower and then go into Aunty Carol's bedroom and play with the knickers she said she'd left for me on her bed.

I hurried through my cleaning and then walked in the nude across the corridor to my aunt's bedroom. I couldn't hear anything in the house, the women must have been downstairs.

On the pillow of Aunty Carol's bed I saw a pair of black lace panties. I picked them up and began sniffing them - the aroma was superb, heady and strong, a mixture of sex juice and pee. I loved it. Then I slipped the panties onto my cock and as I started to masturbate I heard the clip-clop of high heels coming down the corridor. Even though I knew it was a game I felt my heart quicken with the excitement and tension.

Aunty Carol entered the room in a mouth-watering domination outfit. It was bright red, it was PVC as I'd requested, and it was so horn-making. It consisted mainly of thick straps which went around her body, with gaps at the pussy and breasts. On her head was a little black leather cap. On her legs, black leather boots which came half-way up her strong thighs.

"Oh dear," said Aunty Carol, as she walked into the room. "I think I've caught a panty pervert. Just what the fuck's going on young lad, answer me!" she snapped in a far more convincing voice than her "acting" in the video we'd watched the night before.

I removed the panties from my cock and stood before her, trying to act the part of the shamed nephew.

"Er, I'm so sorry, aunty," I said, "I was just passing your room and saw these panties on your bed and ..."

Aunty Carol broke in. "And decided to sniff them and then put them on your disgusting cock, eh?"

I nodded in disgrace.

Aunty Carol held out her hand and I passed the black panties to her. She then stepped smartly beside me and arranged them on my face.

"Well you panty-licking pervert," she said, "there's only one thing for it. You must be punished, you know that don't you?"

I nodded, then my aunt called out: "Chrissy, get in here, see what I've found."

Immediately, Aunty Chrissy stepped through the door - she must have been outside all the time. Like Carol, she was dressed in a wonderful PVC outfit, only hers was black. It consisted of a quarter-cup bra, a shiny garter belt and shiny black stockings with deep PVC hems at the top. She was pantyless but wore high heels and a stern expression.

"Oh dear," said Aunt Chrissy. "A panty pervert. Well, I know what you do to panty perverts, Carol, but don't be too hard on him. He's young, he had no idea what the outcome would be. Go easy on him, please."

Aunty Carol laughed a sneering laugh. "You're just so fucking soft, aren't you? Well, I'm going to teach this young pervert a lesson he'll remember for a long time. Come on Roger, down to my torture chamber. And you Chrissy, you come along too. You can give me a hand."

Then the two women made me stand between them and we marched off down to the basement and their torture chamber. It was one of the most exciting walks I'd ever taken, aunty's sweet-smelling panties on my face and an erection to be proud of waving in front of me, flanked by two stunning, mature dominatrixes.

Inside, Aunty Carol got me strapped down on a leather flogging bench, ankles and wrists strapped tight, my body bent over with my buttocks raised in taut tension. The position was not painful, but it made me tense.

Then Aunty Carol stepped in front of me with the leather paddle she'd commented on during the movie the previous night.

"This is Leather Lucy," she announced, putting the coolness of the leather against my lips. "You're going to become very acquainted with her. Show her how much you like her."

And with that she pressed the flogger against my mouth, forcing me to kiss the implement. After I had paid what she considered sufficient obeisance to the leather paddle, she moved behind me.

As she did this, Aunty Chrissy stepped in front of me. She was so close I could inhale the wonderful aroma of her pussy.

"Don't worry, darling," she said, in a soothing voice. "I'm not going to let her hurt you too much."

And I watched as her hand went to her crotch and she began to finger herself, her sex lips wet and lush.

Then my delight at being able to watch her masturbate was suddenly switched off as Aunty Carol brought the paddle down across my buttocks. A searing flash of pain cut through my backside. I yelled and humped on the leather, still erect, but wondering how much longer I could remain in that state.

Aunty Carol, though, flogged me slowly, landing about five strokes a minute. Gradually I became more and more stoic during the punishment. My buttocks were glowing hot, but it was a wonderfully warm heat. Soon I felt my cock resume its hardness and then Aunty Chrissy was crying out "I'm coming, five more strokes Carol, five more and I'll come."

I endured five more strokes from the paddle, and then Aunty Chrissy let out a series of little whimpers, which announced her climax.

Aunty Carol was surprisingly gentle when she removed me from the bench and then she stepped into my arms and gave me a slow, tongue-in-mouth kiss before standing aside and addressing her sister.

"Look, Chrissy," she said proudly, "what did I tell you? Look at his cock, look at it!"

Aunty Chrissy did and a smile came on her face. "Oh fuck me, a fucking hard-on. All right, Carol, I'm convinced. He's a fucking sex slave. You win. Now, get on with it."

Aunty Carol did get on with it. Following the script of the movie I'd been so aroused by, she had me strapped down on the bench once more, this time face up. The leather was nice and cool for my very hot buttocks, but soon my bodily heat had transferred a warm glow to the leather, as well.

As I lay, acutely aware from my position of my stiffy, Aunty Carol straddled my face so I could make out every detail of her pussy and traced a little leather penis flogger along the underside of my cock - an underside which, because of my position of bondage, was facing the ceiling.

Then she dragged the panties from my face, squatted lower until her sex lips were in contact with my mouth, and as I licked at her wonderfully wet minge I felt the cock punisher crack against my shaft.

The punishment went on for a while, but such was my excitement at the oral work I was performing for my aunty I had no problem with the pain my penis was receiving. Aunty Carol must have whipped my prick some 20 times when, with a cry of "That's a good slave, good slave, slave, slave, slave" she shuddered to a grinding orgasm on my face.

Standing up she smiled down at me and addressed her sister. "As hard as a fucking cop's nightstick," she said. "Oh I'm sorry, Chrissy, but I fucking told you so!"

Then my heart leapt as I saw Aunty Chrissy pulling a large black rubber sheet out and place it in the middle of the chamber. "All right, Carol," she said, "I give in, for fuck's sake. He's a fucking sex slave, you were right, I was wrong. Now, can we shower him?"

"An excellent idea, Chrissy, and don't pretend you're too upset. We've got ourselves a lovely little 18-year-old sex slave and you're as happy about it as I am."

Aunty Chrissy grinned at her sister. "Oh, very well, if you insist - he is rather cute, I suppose," she said.

Then Aunt Carol took me by the hand and led me to the rubber sheet. "Down you go baby," she said, assuringly. "And don't worry - Chrissy and I are going to do all the work."

I lay down on the coolness of the rubber and placed my hands by my sides. Still my cock was rigid. But now my heart was beating quicker than it had all day. A golden shower! Or, to be more accurate, a double golden shower. Would I like it? Would I loathe it? I was trembling with anticipation.

Aunty Carol stood above my midriff, Aunty Chrissy a foot further up my body, her high heels alongside my biceps.

Suddenly, Aunty Carol let loose a flood of urine which flowed in a golden yellow stream onto my cock and balls. As she did, Aunty Chrissy let go with her own river of piss, splashing it over my pecs and upper chest.

Then Aunty Carol moved further up my body, her golden flow splashing onto my abdomen and into my navel as Aunt Chrissy stepped away and allowed her younger sister to continue the job.

The warmth of the urine was wonderful and then came the most thrilling moment of all as Aunty Carol squatted above my face and jetted the last final strong spurts of pee onto my forehead, cheeks and mouth.

To my dismay, she then stood up and stepped away, allowing Aunty Chrissy to complete my shower, splashing first onto my cock and balls and then squatting down over my face. I gazed at her lovely minge, inhaling a strong musky smell of sex and piss.

"Here I was looking after you and all the time you were craving it, weren't you, darling?" I heard her ask.

"Yes, aunty," I said, my voice sounding husky from my excitement.

"Well for that," said Aunty Chrissy, "take that."

And she let loose a strong blast of piss against my face. Automatically I opened my mouth and gulped it down. It was strong-tasting, it was salty, it was warm. It was wonderful!

Above me, Aunty Carol called out: "What a fucking sex slave. He fucking drinks it! Oh my fuck, what a lovely fucking pervert - and only 18. Oh, it's Christmas come early, sis."

And Aunty Chrissy looked down at my urine-drenched face and grinned. "Just watch this for a finale, Carol," she said, and lowered her pussy onto my mouth.

I kissed her and then licked her labia lips, almost drooling as I tasted the salty splashes or urine still on her pussy lips. After a while Aunty Chrissy reached a noisy orgasm and climbed off me.

"You ain't seen nuthin, sis," said Carol, "watch this."

And the 37-year-old then squatted above my piss-stained cock and balls and graunched her pussy over my erection. Then she stood up only to squat down again above my face.

"Now be a good sex slave and thank Aunty Carol, there's a good boy," she said, lowering her lovely freshly perfumed minge onto my mouth.

The aroma was intense, the taste so fucking wonderful. I licked her to a swift orgasm, then the two women stood above me, smiling down in their erotic outfits.

"OK, Roger," said Aunty Chrissy, "time to bring this little performance to a conclusion. Show us how fast you can get off."

My right hand flew to my seven-and-a-half inches of erect manhood and soon I was shooting sperm onto my belly - I say "soon", I probably lasted 25 or 30 seconds before coming.

Then they walked to the door, leaving me lying there, my body stained with their urine, my belly splattered with my spunk.

"We're just going to get into a change of gear, Roger," said Aunty Chrissy. "We'll be back soon to continue your education."

"Continue?" I asked in amazement.

"That's right, sweetie," said Aunt Carol. "We're only just warming up."

To be continued...



My Two Aunts Ch. 04



And that was the way my holiday continued at my two aunties. Daily doses of punishment, followed by lots of fucking. I soon found out that I was, in Aunty Carol words "a true sub" – which I guess meant I loved playing the submissive.

And I also loved fucking them! But towards the end of my stay, something happened that changed everything. I was introduced to Caren. And from then on my life was no longer the same.

I'd been at the spacious San Diego mansion for about three weeks, when Aunty Chrissy – the 40-year-old – came into the kitchen where I was enjoying a pre-breakfast mug of coffee. As usual, I was stark naked, a state that both Chrissy and Carol insisted on.

Chrissy wasn't exactly fully dressed, either. She was wearing a little black satin push-up bra, and her upper breasts mounds glowed tanned and shiny. Fuck, she had great boobs! On her hips were slung a pair of matching black satin panties. On her feet, her customary high heels. She looked fuckable – very fuckable!

After pouring a mug of coffee for herself, she settled beside me on the couchette in a nook of the kitchen and placed a smoochy kiss on my mouth. My cock started to move skyward.

Just when I reached peak erection, Aunty Carol, aged 37 but looking like a twin version of her older sister, marched into the kitchen, also dressed like the fuck machine she was. Her outfit was a replica of her sister's, but for the fact that the push-up bra and panties were bright red, not black. Either way, the garb had me hungry for her.

Carol settled down on my other side and stroked my thick hard-on.

"Shall you tell him, or me?" she asked Aunty Chrissy.

"You can," smiled Aunt Chrissy, "I'll just watch his reaction."

Carol grinned and looked me in the eye. "You're gonna put on a show today," she informed me. "Play your part well and there'll be something in it for you."

"What part?" I asked, curious to hear more about this "show".

"We've got a client, her name's Caren," said Carol, "and she's loaded. Not just in the tits department, either, you fucking pervert, Roger. She's mega rich – or, let's say her husband is."

"I didn't think you took masochist women for clients," I said. Both my aunts roared with laughter.

"She's no masochist," laughed Chrissy. "Far from it – in fact, she's a fuckin' ball breaker! She's 44, she works out, she runs marathons and she's stacked."

I nodded, slowly. I was starting to get the drift.

"And she likes watching us working over our men," said Aunt Carol. "Usually, we choose the younger of our clients – men in their 40s, some even in their late 30s. She doesn't go for older types.

"And when she heard we'd been turning you into our teenage slave, well, she just had to pay us a visit. And as I said, she's loaded, so play your cards right and you might find yourself on a nice pay day."

"What do I have to do?" I asked my aunts, now super curious about this Caren woman.

"Well," said Carol, "you put on a good show, lots of winces, lots of shouts, cries, sobs, call for mercy, you know the sort of stuff. And when we've worked you over for an hour, maybe less, then you go to her. You'll pick it up very quickly, I'm sure."

I sipped on my nearly finished coffee, and nodded. "She pay you for this?" I asked.

"Yep," said Aunty Chrissy. "And very well. And if she likes you, well, there will be something to put in your hip pocket. OK?"

I gulped down the coffee and nodded. "Fine – when does she arrive?"

"She'll be here in an hour," said Aunt Carol. "You will answer the door for her, and you'll be naked. We'll truss your cock and balls so you provide a pretty picture. Now, breakfast, and then we'll get you ready."

And that was how I answered the door bell chimes 60 minutes later, after a cleansing shower and a fresh shave to remove all body hair from my chest, nipples, back, thighs, calves, cock and balls and backside. I was nude, and a shiny black leather ball divider strap had separated my bunched balls and was tied tightly around my shaft. I was thick and hard, the strap serving as an engorgement device.

When I answered the door, I panted at the sight that greeted me.

Standing there, dressed in a crisp white shirt and a tight black leather miniskirt was a woman who was absolutely stunning. She had lovely brown hair, brown eyes and was the most beautiful creature I'd ever laid eyes on – and she was built! Her breasts looked large, her thighs were bronzed, her calves strong but finely shaped. And she was pretty.

The fact that at 44 she was even older than my two aunts didn't matter in the slightest – she looked younger than both of them. Fuck, she looked 10 years younger!

I must have been gulping like a stunned mullet, because she smiled a small smile as she brushed past me and then I slammed the door shut.

She looked at me as if she owned me – and I guess she did!

"Follow me," she snapped, and her voice was almost English, only had a slight trace of an American accent. I walked behind her as she walked up the staircase, eyeing her sensational ass as it rippled beneath the shiny, smooth and obviously hugely expensive leather that sheathed her buttocks.

This glorious created opened the door to a guest bedroom, which she obviously used whenever she visited my two aunts, and walked to a chair by an open window. 

She seated herself, then produced a black ivory cigarette holder from her Louis Vuitton leather grab bag and screwed a Parliament into it. "Light me," she snapped, passing me an old-fashioned, gold-encrusted lighter.

I did the job and stood patiently by the side of her chair. She inhaled deeply on her cigarette and then blew blue smoke over my hard-on and dragged a superbly manicured nail along its underside.

"That's nice," she smiled, "but I can get all the cocks I want."

And then she stood and ran a cool hand over my cheek, then down my chest, until she had cupped my balls. I was still hard as a lump of lead, and I was breathing heavily.

Caren smiled at me and then spoke softly in her near-English accent: "I like to see young men punished. I like to hear their cries. Their sobs."

Then she kissed me softly on my cheek. "I'm not wearing any panties," she said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "Know why?"

I shook my head. "No madam," I said, huskily, and it came out like a rasp. I don't know why I called her "madam", it just seemed right.

"Because when I watch a young stud get punished I get aroused, and I don't want my panties sopping wet when I drive home," she said, grinning at me, a cruel grin, but fuck, she was so beautiful I just drank her glorious looks in.

I nodded. I didn't know what to say to that.

Then she inhaled on her Parliament again and this time blew smoke over my face.

"Do a good job with your aunts. Then do a good job with me. Then I might be grateful."

Again I nodded.

"Downstairs," she snapped at me. "You know where to go. I'll be along when I'm good and ready."

I nodded again, and moved quickly from the bedroom. I knew where I had to go, and when I entered the games room I found my two aunts waiting, both in their domination gear.

Aunty Chrissy laughed when I entered the chamber. "Well, hello, hello, you young slut," she smiled. "Look at him, Carol, harder'n a SDPD officer's nightstick. Fancy her, do you, stud?"

I nodded at my aunties. "She's gorgeous," I murmured, and again Aunt Chrissy laughed.

"Just wait till she rewards you, Roge," she said, "then she'll be even more fuckin' gorgeous. OK, sis, time to get him ready."

The "Torture Twins" as they billed themselves on their DVDs, swung into well-oiled action. Soon, they had me standing in the center of the room, my ankles thrust wide by a chrome spreader bar. I had been ordered to bend over and place my hands on the plush shag pile carpet, with my fingers extended. It exposed my ass for attack and was a position that strained my muscles.

But from that position I could see my aunts, who stood in front of me, smiling with content. Both wore matching black satin quarter-cup brassieres, with gleaming black satin garter belts, which held up black, seamed stockings. On their foot were high-heeled "Fuck me" stilettos. Their pussies were bare, their gashes gleaming in the harsh light. Despite my position of submission, my cock was still erect and throbbing. They looked lovely – nothing as sexy as Caren, but still fuckin' good!

And speaking of Caren, the door to the torture chamber opened and in she walked. I couldn't see her, but I could hear the door open.

She walked off to one side and sat down in a padded leather easy chair and then I heard her.

"He looks ready – still hard I see," she said in her ultra-cool voice. "OK, let the fun begin."

Aunt Chrissy moved in front of me, really close, then widened her stance until her feet were on either side of my bent body and she lowered her pussy until it pressed down onto the nape of my neck. Aunt Carol moved behind me and I felt the coolness of a leather crop laid on my bare butt.

"Whoooosh!" The leather cracked onto my ass and I yelped. I wasn't acting either – Aunt Carol used a lot of force.

And so my aunt-torturesses went to work.

I was whipped across my buttocks, then my upper chest, my thighs, back and front. I was ridden. Given cock and ball torture, and pressed between the aunts' lovely thighs to worship at their musky minges.

I sobbed and pleaded and put on a great act of being a sobbing slave but, apart from some of the cock and ball torture, it was all stuff I was used to.

Then, about 25 or maybe 30 minutes after they'd started on me, I heard the words I'd been waiting for. A deep, husky, almost English voice panted: "Bring him to me, I want him!"

The aunts half-dragged, half-whipped me across the floor until my face was a foot or so from Caren's glorious pussy. She had removed her miniskirt, but not her high heels. Her white shirt was now unbuttoned from throat to hem, her large breasts – or at least the inner mounds of her globes – were bronzed and bunched, only the shirt still covered her nipples. Her face was flushed, as if she had been drinking. She was half-purring, half-panting.

I gazed at her light-brown pussy, the thick sex lips apparent and peeping from a trimmed thatch of fuzzy pubic hair. Her lovely lush thighs were draped over the arms of the chair.

"Pleasure me, slut," she snapped, and I moved my face to her stunningly perfumed minge. My tongue flicked out and I tasted her wetness, then went to work to satisfy her.

It didn't take long. Soon she was grabbing my head and thrusting her crotch onto me as I brought her to completion. Then her upper body fell back against the back of the chair and she calmed down.

Next she stood, still gripping my head firmly so it stayed in place between her fantastic thighs. From above me I heard her snap to my aunties: "Does he drink?"

One, or both, of them must have nodded, because I didn't hear a word spoken, but instinctively I placed a lip seal on her pussy lips and as soon as she realised I was in place, she pumped her piss down into me.

It was hot, salty and tasted awful – I thought it was wonderful!

After relieving herself, the lovely woman ordered: "Clean me, slut!"

I obliged, then she dragged me to my feet, by grabbing on my ear.

"Come upstairs to my room," she hissed, and I followed her, my thick cock still swaying in a semi-erection as I gazed this time at her naked buttocks as she led the way before me. They were bronzed, beautifully rounded. I wanted to kiss and lick them.

Back in the bedroom, she went to her Louis Vuitton bag and took from it a pair of red leather gloves. She pulled them onto her hands, smoothed the leather over them until it shone, then snapped: "Against the wall, cunt, hands behind your back!"

I obeyed. Then she gave me a face slapping, starting with her left hand – backhands, forehands. Then she switched to her right – she was stronger with the right. My head rang. As she cut into me, the shirt fell open, and I saw her large, brown nipples. They were erect with arousal.

Satisfied after raining 25 or more blows onto my reddened cheeks, she pulled the gloves off and held up her holder, with a fresh cigarette screwed into it. "Light me," she commanded, and I obeyed.

As she dragged on her cigarette, she pulled her miniskirt back on, buttoned up her shirt and took an envelope from her bag and tossed it onto the bag.

"It's your's," she said, sweetly. "Check it."

I did. Inside lay 30 snug, crisp, brand-new notes. Each had the almost sneering face of Benjamin Franklin on them - $3000 dollars!

Caren saw the surprise on my face as I counted the money. "My husband's worth 50 mill," she said, in her upper-class accent. "And there's more where that came from."

Then she picked up her bag and moved to the door. "Stay here, slut," she ordered. "I need to talk business with your aunties."

Then she was gone. I went to the door and listened. From below, I heard Caren's voice. She seemed to be at the front door. "He amuses me," she said. "Bring him to me at 10 tomorrow morning. If there's a change of plan, I'll call you at 9. I'll need him until 4 or 5."

And then she was gone. I ran to the window and looked down onto the driveway below. I saw the woman I was in love with climb into a gun metal grey Aston-Martin and drive off.

For the rest of my holiday, I was taken to Caren's La Jolla home each day by one or other or my aunts. I spent hours with her and at the end of each session there, in a white envelope, 30 Benjamin Franklins were waiting for me.

I still have holidays in San Diego. Only now, I visit the adorable, imperious Caren.

Not my two aunts.

The End.