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Carly Goes Down Under Ch. 01

By: adoration



The Qantas Longreach Boeing 747 banked over Sydney's magnificent harbour, the famous old bridge standing out blackly against the lovely blue of the water, the area dotted with bays, inlets and many of the houses revealing large swimming pools.

One of them, I knew, belonged to my delightfully randy Uncle Rick and my father's sister, the equally lovely – but much more randy! - Aunty Jackie. From several thousand feet, of course, I had no way of telling which one, I only knew that within an hour or so I would be wallowing in its warm waters.

As I pushed the tray in front of me away and put my seat into the upright position before landing I stirred and stretched in my seat. The flight from Heathrow had been long, with only a brief stopover in Singapore. Once more, as it had done so often during the long, droning hours in the air, my mind wandered back to my first visit, almost exactly 10 years before. What a visit that had been!

I had been a child, really. I was 24 on that first visit, but apart from a few trips to London – which I hated – I had hardly strayed from my East Sussex home of Hastings. Now, thanks to Uncle Rick's wealth, I was going to enjoy a month's holiday with him and my aunty.

Uncle Rick, I knew, was 50 years old, and that Aunty Jackie was 15 years his junior. She was my dad's youngest sister – dad was Uncle Rick's age. 

When I say I was a child, I certainly did not look like one. I had short-cropped dark brown hair, which I thought was stylishly cut and very chic. I had large breasts, which filled my 36D cup bras to perfection, an ample arse, but an arse which was in proportion to my bust, thighs and legs. I was fit, I was sexually active, and I had a lust for life. But, as I say, apart from sex with boys, which was very unsatisfactory, I was no woman of the world.

Much of the problem was, of course, impetuous, hasty, unworldly boys. All they wanted, as any woman knows, was to first get their hand in my panties, then their tongues and finally their cocks. When they did get to that so-called "third base" – or should that be "home plate"? - they would often ejaculate within a minute or so of entry, then roll off and leave yours truly lying in the sticky patch.

No, for Carly – that's my name because dad was a big Carly Simon fan – the only way to reach a half-way decent orgasm was to use my own devices. In 1996, those devices were one, or two, fingers.

Uncle Rick was a famous Australian author, he wrote novels which were blockbusters and sold millions. Then they made them into movies, which were blockbusters and they made millions.

He had met Aunty Jackie when she had interviewed him for the magazine she was working on in London, they had "hit it off" and within a month they were married, and Aunty Jackie was winging her way Down Under with her dark-haired, handsome man and a life in far-off Australia.

That had been 15 years before my first visit to them in 1996, and apart from vague memories of a dismal, dreary rainy English day when they had married, I could hardly remember them. But when Uncle Jack had "shouted" me – an Aussie term, possibly, "to shout"? – a trip to visit them in Sydney I had jumped at it.

I had already decided I was going to like Uncle Rick if he was anything like the steward in the business class section, who had been flirting like crazy with me since take-off out of Singapore. He was tall, handsome and don't believe everything you read about Qantas male cabin crew. They are not all "three pound notes", as the Aussies have a quaint way of putting it.

But he was a little too young for me. He must have been in his late 20s or early 30s, and the way my boyfriends had treated me in the sexual department, I was looking for someone more mature. None of this "Wham, bam, snore" for me, any more, I decided.

I got through customs and agriculture, after answering seemingly interminable questions about whether I was bringing fruit or honey into the country. I felt like answering "Only my sweet-tasting pussy, thank-you", but I'd read somewhere that smart-arsed cracks like that can get people into trouble, so I bit my tongue.

Outside the arrival area, I was stopped by a tall – six feet, two inches, actually – black-haired man, with flashing, dark brown eyes. His hair was greying at the temples and I liked the look of his rakish figure.

He held out a strong hand, grabbed me by the shoulder, pulled me to him and I felt a wonderful aroma of some sexy after-shave as he whispered: "If you're Carly, I'm Uncle Rick."

I kissed him on the cheek and laughed: "I don't care if you're Ned Kelly, take me home with you!"

Uncle Rick roared "Crikey, a Pommy sheila with a sense of humour", added "You'll do me, mate" and took hold of my trolley and pushed it out of the terminal into the blinding sunlight. I liked him already!

His vehicle of choice was a big, fire-engine red Holden V8. "It's a bloke's car, Carly," he explained, as he drove towards the lovely mansion home on a point overlooking Sydney's majestic harbour. "It's a real Aussie beast, none of your continental crap for your old Uncle Rick," he said, driving it quickly but seemingly effortlessly towards our destination.

At the mansion, which must have eaten a couple of million or so out of his royalty cheques, Uncle Rick took my bags and ushered me into the air-conditioned comfort of the house.

"Jackie," he bellowed, "get your sweet Pommy arse down here, your niece's arrived."

Down the stairs, wearing only a stunning red bikini and a pair of matching leather high heels came dad's sister. Aunt Jackie was a sight to behold and I instantly saw what Uncle Rick must have liked so much back when she was a mere 20-year-old.

Her light brunette hair fell in waves onto her superbly sun-tanned shoulders, bleached slightly blonde by the sun she obviously bathed in much of the time. Her body was an all-over sort of chocolate brown which was obviously not the result of an application of something from a bronzing bottle.

Aunty Jackie had deep blue eyes and a great "set of jugs", as the Aussies have it. They were about the size of mine, they looked as if they wouldn't sag much when the bikini top was taken off, and her belly was taut and toned. Her thighs were to die for, her legs ditto. Like Uncle Rick, I immediately liked her.

"Welcome to Sydney," she smiled, with a hint of an Aussie accent – after all, she had lived there for 15 years, "and take no notice of this loud-mouth writer I married, he's full of Aussie bullshit."

Rick roared with laughter: "Bullshit that keeps you in the manner to which you've become accustomed, you delicious Pommy bitch, you!" I could see there would be a lot of this kind of banter.

"Right, I'm going to throw a few prawns on the barbie, as we have a way of saying down here, Carly, and we'll wash 'em down with a bottle of Krug, or two, whatdya say?"

I smiled and trying to adopt an Aussie accent, replied: "Bring it on, sport."

Again he laughed and turned to my aunty and said: "This one's going to be a hard case, I'm giving you the tip."

After I'd unpacked and settled into my room, I went down and found Aunty Jackie lounging on a poolside recliner, and Uncle Rick attending to the prawns he'd "thrown on the barbie". He was dressed now only in a pair of tight-fitting shorts, to reveal a body as tanned as his wife's and a physique which spoke of either hours in the gym or hours in the pool, or a combination of both.

Aunty Jackie passed me a glass of Krug, clinked glasses with me and smiled "Here's to a great holiday!"

After the prawns and Krug for lunch, I was feeling a little light-headed, but then my intention to ask if I could pop upstairs for an afternoon nap was thwarted by the arrival of a young man aged in his late 20s. A blonde, surfer-looking type, he was introduced to me as Bruce. It's true, I thought, most Aussie men are named Bruce!

He turned out to be a man who worked for uncle's publishers and said he was going to a "retro party" that night, would I care to go with him?

Aunt Jackie smiled and said "I've got a micro mini, that'll look like she's stepped out of the 1960s, Bruce" and Uncle Rick grinned.

"I know all about you publishing types," he said. "Get her home by midnight, she's had a long flight from Pongolia and will be jet-lagged, don't get her pissed and keep out of her pants, Bruce, or you'll have me to contend with."

Everyone laughed, but Bruce, of course, didn't obey a word of it. For the party I chose a little white sort of schoolgirl shirt, the mini aunty lent me was micro indeed, you could almost see my black lace panties beneath it, and Bruce couldn't take his hands off me!

He plied me all night with some awful concoction called Bundy and coke – Bundaberg rum, apparently a Queensland product. As if that wasn't bad enough, all night he was also constantly trying to get his hand up my mini and into my panties. I was having none of it, he wasn't mature enough for me, I needed a father-type figure like Uncle Rick.

Eventually, I got him to take me home and when he dropped me off, muttering something about "frigid fuckin' Pommy sheilas", I saw, to my horror, that it was 2.30 in the morning! Shit, uncle would be furious!

I tottered into the massive lounge in my high heels, obviously I was a bit tipsy. Uncle and aunty were sitting on the couch, looking sternly at me, glasses of red wine in their hands.

Uncle Rick glowered at me, his brown eyes more like blazing coals. "And what sort of time do you call this, madam?" he asked, his voice thick with anger.

"Sorry, uncle," I slurred, "time just ran away."

"I'll give you 'ran away', my girl," he snarled. "Get over here!"

Something in his voice told me "Don't argue, Carly" and I walked rather unsteadily towards him.

"Over my lap, you little Pommy tart," he snapped, and before I could protest I found myself dragged across his lap, my micro mini riding up to reveal my bum covered in my shiny black lace panties.

"Jackie," said uncle, his voice even thicker now, "get her panties down to her knees. Carly, spread your feet so your panties don't drop to the floor."

Like an automaton I obeyed. I knew I was pissed, I knew I was going to be spanked, and I knew I was going to love it! I may have been a somewhat naive young woman, but I was a naive, lustful young woman!

Aunty Jackie's hand dragged my panties down to my knees where my feet spread stance prevented them falling to the floor. I was now completely exposing my bum. Aunty stepped back.

Uncle Rick's voice boomed down at me: "Don't." And then his strong hand smacked down onto my left buttock with a crack. "You." His hand this time struck my right buttock. "Ever." Left buttock. "Disobey." Right buttock. "My." Left. "Instructions." Right. "Ever." Left. "Again." Right.

After each stroke of the eight strokes which rained down on me, I was intensely aware of a throbbing, thrilling heat pervading my backside. I was also occasionally aware of wiry fingers flicking against my pussy. Both the spanking and the stroking aroused me enormously.

"Pull her panties back up, please Jackie," said Uncle Rick, his voice now resuming some semblance of control.

When I was again clothed, uncle released me and I stood up. "Now get upstairs and get to bed, young lady," he ordered. Then, as an afterthought, he almost smiled as he added: "It's way past your bedtime."

Upstairs I snuggled down into bed, sleeping as usual in the nude, and rubbed my hands over my sore bum. Sore it may have been, warm it may have been, but the soreness and warmth combined to make my buttocks feel alive. And my pussy was sopping!

I awoke to find the sun streaming through the windows and the clock reading 10.05. I felt fantastic after seven hours' sleep. I pulled on a loose-fitting large white shirt and cut-away jeans for pants, and padded downstairs looking for uncle and aunty.

I couldn't find them, but then heard voices coming from what I knew was Uncle Rick's study, where he wrote all his blockbusters. I padded as quietly as I could to the sliding door, which was ajar by a sliver, and heard a conversation between them.

It was Aunty Jackie's voice I heard first: "And tell me, Mr Sexy, did Mr Spanky enjoy that little display of discipline last night?"

Uncle Rick, in an emotionally thick voice replied: "Yes, darling, Mr Spanky got very excited, he thought it was fun."

Aunty Jackie: "Is Mr Spanky still excited?"

Uncle Rick: "Yes, darling, he's aroused just remembering it. And what about Mrs Spanky, what did it do to her?"

Aunty Jackie: "Mrs Spanky thought it was great. You see I stood behind her while you were spanking her lovely bottom and I could see her pussy!"

Uncle Rick: "Was it a nice view?"

Aunty Jackie: "Yes, it got Mrs Spanky all excited. Do you know why?"

Uncle Rick: "Why?"

Aunty Jackie: "Because the young slut shaves down there!"

Uncle Rick: "Oh, fuck, Mr Spanky's gone all stiff just thinking about it. Does Mrs Spanky want to play?"

Aunty Jackie: "Does she ever. I'll toddle off up to bed. If you see Carly, just say I've got a bad headache and I'm going to lie down for an hour to try and get rid of it. And don't keep Mrs Spanky waiting!"

I turned on my heel and flashed away to the kitchen, where I was busily pouring myself an orange juice as Aunty Jackie arrived.

"Carly, darling," she said, as if last night had never happened, "I've got a stinking headache so I'm going upstairs for a little nap. Why not lounge around by the pool and work on a tan? Only put plenty of lotion on, the sun here can be bloody murder."

"Thanks aunty," I told her, "I think I'll do that."

Aunty left to cure her "headache" and moments later Uncle Rick turned up. "Oh, hi Carly, sleep well?"

Not a word about the early morning spanking!

"Fantastic, uncle," I said, enthusiastically, "I slept like the proverbial log."

"Your aunt's got a bad headache, so I'm going upstairs to keep her company," he told me, standing there in a T-shirt and shorts which did nothing to hide his obvious interest in what he would soon be doing upstairs.

"Yes, she told me," I said, "so I'll lay around the pool."

Uncle Rick grinned and almost ran upstairs, the randy old sod!

I went back to the fridge. I knew what I was going to do, I knew what I must do! But first, I needed a splash of that old Dutch courage to help me do it. Well, I thought I did. I was going to make a huge decision, one of the biggest in my so far unsatisfactory sex life, but it was a decision I knew I had to make.

In the well-stocked fridge, about the size of a small supermarket, I found a bottle of vodka, dragged it out, poured a healthy shot into what was left of my orange juice, drained it, then walked purposefully, steadily, upstairs.

In the cool of the upstairs landing I rapped quite sharply on the bedroom door, then said in what must have been a quavering voice: "Uncle, aunty, I need to talk to you."

"One moment, Carly," I heard my aunt reply, then "Come on in."

I stepped into the semi-darkness and saw Aunty Jackie propped up on twin pillows, her face flushed, her hair in slight disarray, a sheet pulled up to cover her big breasts. Beside her, lying on his back, was Uncle Rick, a protrusion extending from his groin into the sheet like a tent pole!

I dragged my eyes away from it and so I wouldn't have to look at my aunt and uncle, I settled my gaze on a picture just above the bed head. It was, I later learned, a picture of Victor Trumper, who played cricket for Australia some 500 years ago. He looked rather handsome, I thought.

"I'm sorry," I began, "but I have to confess I overheard your conversation about Mr and Mrs Spanky. I know what you were talking about – looks like Mr Spanky's still excited, eh, uncle?"

Uncle made as if to respond but I ploughed on, fearing that if he replied I'd "lose the plot", as it were. "I just want to say that if it aroused Mr and Mrs Spanky, then it aroused me, too."

Aunty looked at me with interest, uncle's face started to break into a grin.

"You see, I know I was naughty and I deserved to be spanked," I yammered on, "but I thoroughly enjoyed it. And if you enjoyed it, that's great."

I almost faltered then, but I summoned up a deep breath and roared to my conclusion: "I just want to say I think you're both smashing and can I play with Mr and Mrs Spanky, too?"

A sighed "Well, fuck me, sport" issued from uncle's lips, but Aunt Jackie was the first to react. She pulled back the sheet and stepped out of bed, revealing to me her wonderfully-built naked body and her shaved snatch.

"Well, let's see if Mr and Mrs Spanky want to play with you, shall we, my dear?" aunty asked, as she removed my shirt from my unprotesting body. My breasts were fully revealed, hot and heavy, the nipples hard as organ stops and not much smaller!

Aunty stood behind me and cupped my breasts, sending a shiver of delight through me.

"They're heavy, but beautifully firm," she told her husband. "I think you'd love to tit fuck her, but what does Mr Spanky say?" 

"Mr Spanky says 'Yummy'," uncle replied, his cock now thrusting into the sheet at his crotch.

Aunty then dragged the cut-offs from my hips and I kicked them away, then placed my feet a couple of feet apart. I have a small thatch of pubic hair on my mons, otherwise my pussy is totally shaved.

From beside me, Aunt Jackie peered around my front, leaning over to look at my sex lips. "Oh what a beautifully shaved pussy, but tell me, Carly, why do you shave down there?"

"Because I like the smooth feel it gives to my pussy," I told her. Then she traced a finger lightly down my mons to my labia and then my cunt. I know it was wet.

"I like a shaved pussy and so do my girl friends," said Aunty Jackie, still rubbing me up the right way. "Mrs Spanky says she likes what she sees, Rick. What does Mr Spanky say?"

Uncle Rick pulled the sheet back from his body and showed me a seven-inch, uncut cock standing to superb attention. "Mr Spanky says 'Suck on this, you gorgeous young tart'," he said in his twangy Australian accent.

"Well, Carly?" said my aunt, "you're not going to disappoint Mr Spanky are you?"

I most certainly wasn't. I moved from where I stood at the foot of their huge bed, to the side and leaned over, my breasts rubbing against the outside of uncle's left thigh and buttock.

First I bestowed a slow, gentle kiss on "Mr Spanky's" head, then I started to suck on him.

Uncle's reaction was immediate. "Oh, fuck me days," he groaned, "this little tart's done this before. Fuck, what a mouth."

Aunty climbed back on the bed and peered down to inspect my fellatio. "Pull his foreskin down about half an inch or so Carly, then ream around his helmet," she instructed, "that drives him wild."

I followed her instructions, tasting a slightly salty tang of his seeping pre-cum as I did. As I worked on his lovely hard-on, I saw Aunt Jackie arranging two pillows in the middle of the bed, about half-way up it from the foot.

"Mrs Spanky is feeling left out of all the action," she announced, as she lay back on the pillows, spreading her lovely firm, brown thighs wide as she did so. "Don't neglect Mrs Spanky, Carly, there's a darling!"

So I pulled away from my uncle's pre-cum weeping cock and stepped around the bed until I was at the foot, gazing down at my next target for oral adoration. I could see a stubbly splotch of light brown hair, on the mons where Aunt Jackie had obviously not shaved for a day or two, otherwise her full-lipped minge was hairless. It gleamed at me, proof of her arousal.

I bent over until my upper torso was flat on the mattress, then placed my mouth against the gorgeously-perfumed pussy, tasting a tangy quim taste that send waves of delight flooding through me.

"Start lower, start at my chutney chute," said Aunt Jackie, using a term I had never heard before. Her anus was musky and inviting. The juices from her cunt were now seeping down her groin and lapping around my mouth as I worked on her back passage, so I soon transferred my attentions to her upper orifice.


Carly Goes Down Under Ch. 01



"Oooh, fuck, that's so fucking lovely, I think you've done this before, too, you wicked little sex slut," said my aunt as she writhed her pussy against my mouth. "Mrs Spanky is having such a lovely time, Rick, does Mr Spanky want to have some fun, too?"

The response to this inquiry from my aunt saw Uncle Rick rise from the bed where he had been eagerly spectating on my cunnilingus, to stand behind my buttocks, poised upwards as I stood, legs straight at the foot of the bed.

I next felt his hands pulling my thighs apart, until I was standing with my feet some three feet apart, my pussy totally exposed to his advances. Then Mr Spanky was nuzzling up to my cunt, then driving slowly but smoothly into me, until I felt uncle's pubic bone banging against my nates as he moved back and forth in a lovely slow, steady tempo.

"Oh, that sounds so good," said Aunt Jackie, as my mouth continued to work at her pussy. "Mr Spanky is having a lovely time in the little slut's pussy, while Mrs Spanky is getting her rocks off, too. Get me off, slut, get me off!"

I was so enthralled by my oral attentions to her moist, aromatic minge and by uncle's delightful thrusting of Mr Spanky in my cunt that I didn't object to the term "slut". I guess, in a way, it was a correct appellation. And also, to tell the truth, I didn't give a fuck!

Then, aunty started to wriggle and writhe and I could tell she was nearing her climax. So could Uncle Rick.

"Fuck, you're close," he said, increasing his penis stroke even more. "Let's go for a dead heat, darl, let me know when you've reached the Big O and I'll spray the little slut's back and buttocks with Mr Spanky's spunk."

"Oh shit, I'm so close, yes, here I come, here I come," panted aunty, and then as she pressed my head down even harder on her minge, she screamed: "Show me Mr Spanky's spunk! Come on, Rick, spunk on her!"

Suddenly his cock was out of my cunt and pressing against my arse crack, then spuming his semen onto my lower back and buttocks in one, two, then a third load, while aunty was grunting "I'm coming, coming, coming!"

Their simultaneous explosions rang out and then they were done, aunty swinging her legs over my back and standing up, Uncle Rick using his hands to rub his sperm on me until it must have been a creamy splotch.

Next he pushed me onto the bed and roughly pulled me over until I was on my back. Then he dived onto the bed, grabbing my upper thighs as he did and pulling them wide, wider, until he had easy access to my crotch.

His mouth and tongue were hot on my pussy, his tongue driving me mad as he flicked it over my labia, my cunt and then up to my clit.

As he worked away at my minge, Aunt Jackie stood behind him, smacking his buttocks with one hand, chanting "The bitch's on heat, make her come!" over and over again until I started to scream out loud as uncle, his buttocks being assaulted by his wife's slaps, brought me to a roaring, shouting, heaving climax.

It then seemed the most natural thing in the world for us all to shower together in the large shower section of their massive bathroom, three naked bodies, stroking and playing with each other in the steamy, mirrored cubicle.

Then, as we were towelling dry, I cheekily asked Aunt Jackie: "And how's that headache, aunty?"

She grinned. "I've quite forgotten about it, you luscious little slut", then playfully rapped me across my buttocks with her towel.

"Ouch," I yelled, "I like it, do it again."

Aunt Jackie looked at me with a wicked grin. "I'll do better than that, you cheeky little tart," and with that she grabbed me by the wrists and hauled me back into the bedroom, yelling over her shoulder as she did "Get the restraints, Rick!"

Back in the bedroom, Aunty Jackie seated herself on the foot of the bed and soon had me across her lap – I wasn't struggling, of course. Then Uncle Rick tied my wrists together with a silky black stocking, stood back and asked: "Dirty panties, love?"

"Yep," said my aunt, as she ordered me to part my feet wider. Then Uncle Rick produced a pair of black silk panties from a large laundry basket in one corner of the room, and arranged them on my face. A heavenly aroma of pussy juice mingled with urine assailed my senses.

Now Aunty Jackie took charge. Down came her hand across my buttocks, followed by a stroke of my nether regions, traversing from mons, over clit, between labia, across cunt and down to anus. "Fuck, what an arse!" exclaimed by aunt, after the first blow, "just made for spanking, the filthy little bitch."

Then the second stroke came down. This time, aunty stroked my crotch twice. The third stroke of her hand was followed by three strokes from her fingers. The alternate stroke by hand, stroke by fingers, was watched keenly by Uncle Rick, who placed one knee on the mattress and took his burgeoning seven-inch penis in one hand started to massage it back to erection.

"What's the quickest that Rachel has come?" he asked, as his manhood grew to its full length.

"Twelve strokes," replied his wife, giving me a fifth stroke from her hand, followed by five strokes with her fingers. Then, as if to explain, she told me: "Rachel is Rick's younger sister, she's 40 and she loves this punishment."

Crack, stroke six hit home, followed by the required six finger strokes, obviously part of their spanking ritual.

Uncle Rick was really getting off on my spanking now, his cock was leaking pre-cum, which I desperately wanted to taste. As if reading my mind, he shuffled closer to me and placed Mr Spanky against my mouth. I sucked on the bittersweet juice flowing from his helmet, swallowing it eagerly.

Each stroke rained down until, after 15, I started to roar at the very first trace of Aunt Jackie's 15 finger caresses and before she had given me 10, I was bellowing: "I'm coming, aunty, finger fuck me, finger fuck me!"

And then I resumed sucking on uncle's cock, partly because I wanted to, partly because of his panted "Don't neglect Mr Spanky, you little slut!"

With a grunting groan, muffled by the fact that my mouth was full of cock, I writhed to an intense orgasm and then I felt a strong spurt of spunk as Uncle Rick's semen struck the back of my mouth. It tasted salty – it tasted sublime!

As Uncle Rick pulled his now drooping Mr Spanky from my mouth, he told his wife: "That was great, darl, just great. Tell you what, I've just had a great idea."

Aunt Jackie allowed me to stand and as she untied my wrists from the stocking asked: "And what's that, you smart prick?"

Rick grinned: "You know how much you like spanking my sis. Well, let's get Rachel around and she and young slut Carly here can have a race. See who comes fastest. Loser comes first and gets to give the other an orgasm. What d'ya reckon Jackie, would Mrs Spanky would be up for that?"

Jackie nodded her head vehemently as she removed her soiled panties from my face. "Fuck, yes, that sounds great. She's getting wet just thinking about it!"

The rest of the day we spent lounging by the big pool, plunging every now and again into the blue, warm waters and sucking down lovely long vodka and tonics which Uncle Rick made from time to time in the kitchen.

We all stayed naked – the pool wasn't overlooked by any nearby houses – because after our earlier games in their bedroom, bikinis seemed totally superfluous. We also amused ourselves by smearing liberal quantities of suntan lotion over each other – it was lovely when uncle worked on oiling my breasts and simultaneously aunty did the job on my buttocks!

After a lovely lunch of crayfish, a delicacy I came to love, washed down by an Australian chardonnay, which I also came to love, Aunt Jackie told her husband: "I reckon it's time we introduced her to the games room, don't you?"

Uncle Rick stood and I could see the suggestion was making Mr Spanky hard. "What do ya reckon, slut," he said. "Time for more spanking?"

"If you've got the time, I've got the arse," I told him.

With that he leaned down, grabbed me by the hand and picked me up in his strong, tanned arms as if I was a small child. "Come on tiger," he grinned, kissing me sloppily on my eager mouth, "Uncle Rick will show his little slut what we do with willing slaves around here."

I playfully beat my hands against his strong back, but he and I knew I was loving his "tough guy" treatment. In the basement of the massive house, next to a well-appointed gymnasium was a well-appointed "torture" chamber, though I must confess that during my month's stay I experienced nothing but pleasure in there.

Once inside, he fastened me face-down on a large leather bench, with my ankles strapped wide to its extremities, thus exposing my arse and pussy to whatever his filthy mind could conjure up. When I had my wrists similarly strapped, Uncle Rick presented me with his lovely hard-on. I sucked it a minute or so, then he pulled away.

"Stop it, slut," he laughed, "I know what you're trying to do and it won't work. It's time for your paddling."

Uncle Rick took a broad leather paddle from a wall where all sorts of delicious-looking whips and crops, scourges and tawses hung. Then he proceeded to baste my poor bum, sending me into flights of ecstasy as he warmed my backside.

Then, with a panted "Fuck, your arse is so sexy when it's struck by the leather", he threw the paddle to the floor and slid his seven-inches of macho Aussie manhood into my sopping wet cunt and began to bang away, grunting and groaning in obvious pleasure as he did so.

Half-way through my fucking, Aunty Jackie walked into the room and if I wasn't losing my breath from the attentions of Uncle Rick's paddle, I certainly did now.

Aunty Jackie was wearing a glorious pair of gleaming black leather boots which came half way up her strong thighs. The heels must have been four inches long. The boots were the only thing she was wearing, a fact that seemed to make her lush, full-breasted body look even more naked than it was.

Her pussy lips were easily visible as she walked towards me and then stood some inches from my face – sadly, not close enough for me to get my tongue on, although I tried.

"Oh, not content with Mr Spanky up her lovely little pussy, she also wants to get her mouth onto Mrs Spanky, does she?"

I grunted as uncle rammed into me: "Yes, please, aunty, come closer, you teasing bitch!

"Manners, Miss Slutface," laughed my aunt, but then she moved an inch or two closer and I buried my face in her highly aromatic twat, tasting the dripping juices from her labia and vagina. Oh, she was so tasty!

The sight of me licking at his wife's snatch obviously was enough for Uncle Rick, who with a sigh of "Fuck, this is a great view", suddenly pulled from my weeping pussy and sprayed spunk into the small of my back.

He left to fetch some tissues to clean up the sticky mess he had deposited on my back, then Aunty Jackie pulled away and walked behind me.

"Hmmm," she remarked, "a nice red bum – and I'm not talking about the effects of the Australian sun, Carly, you randy little slut." And then my disappointment at the departure of her minge from my mouth was alleviated by the feel of her hot breath on my sex trench and the lovely caress of her tongue over my crotch.

Soon she had me bucking and trying to push my buttocks back into her face as her tongue worked more and more insistently on my throbbing clit. And then I came with a yell of "Fuck me with your tongue, aunty, tongue fuck me, fuck me ..."

After I had recovered, aunty asked Uncle Rick: "How about giving her a bungee whipping?" But he declined a "bungee whipping", whatever that was. I'd find out the next day.

"Sorry, darl," said uncle, in his broad Aussie accent, "but Mr Spanky's tireder than the top weight who's just carried Joan Sutherland around on his back in the Melbourne Cup. I need to rest him up for tomorrow."

Tomorrow dawned – as so many summer days do in Sydney, or for that matter Australia – with a blazingly hot sun. We lay around the pool while uncle brought up the subject of "sleeping arrangements". I had slept alone the previous night, still recovering from the effects of the long haul down from London. Uncle, though, decided that this would change.

"I suggest we alternate, darl," he told Aunt Jackie. "I'll sleep with this randy little whore tonight, tomorrow night she sleeps with you. Deal?"

Aunt Jackie looked at me, her big breasts gleaming from the application of suntan lotion I had rubbed into them a few minutes before. "Sounds like a good idea to me, what do you say, you sexy little slut?" she asked.

"I see you both intend to have me thoroughly shagged out before I get back on that Qantas flight to Heathrow," I smiled. "I'll need another holiday when I get home, just to recover."

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," said uncle. "Now lie back and soak up the sun for an hour and stop your Pommy whingeing. Then I'll show you what a bungee whipping's all about."

It turned out that bungee jumping originated in some Pacific island group where, as uncle put it with delightful political incorrectness "a bunch of abos" leap from a high tower with vines attached to their ankles.

"A bloke in New Zealand made a business out of it over there, and it's the best export from the Shaky Isles since Clarrie Grimmett," said Uncle Rick, in an apparent reference to a pre-war cricketer. Since I regarded cricket as the best cure for insomnia, I took his word for it.

"Come on into my delicious little torture chamber and I'll get you equipped for it," said uncle. "Wanna help, darl?" And Jackie came, too.

Inside the basement dungeon, uncle pointed to an arrangement of strong rubber ropes hanging from the high studded ceiling. "We put your arms up in those and you hang on as if you were dangling beneath a parachute," he said.

First, I was made to stand on two wooden boxes, which uncle and aunty placed about three feet apart. Then long rubber strands with straps attached were dragged from the side walls and my ankles strapped in. This made the rubber strands almost fully taut.

Then, from a pulley arrangement on the wall, Uncle Rick lowered the rubber strands above me, I placed my arms through them and them grabbed them, just as if I was in a parachute.

A sort of inclined gym bench, padded with black leather, was then pushed into place below my crotch and between my thighs. Aunt Jackie and Uncle Rick removed the wooden boxes and I felt my weight carry me down until I was hanging in space, my feet well above the floor, the rubber strands above me sort of bouncing.

Aunt Jackie then lowered her naked body onto the bench and I saw that her face was about 12 inches below my minge.

Uncle walked over to his collection of flagellation instruments and picked up a rubber flogger, which must have had about 15 or more strands. It was blue in colour and looked vicious. In fact, it imparted a delightful sting, but it didn't hurt, it just warmed your body up. I, of course, didn't know that at the time.

"Ready, you luscious little slut, you?" called uncle from behind me.

Then his flogger and all its strands came through the air and whipped against my shoulder blades. It stung, not viciously, just a nice, tingling sensation.

The next thing I knew was Aunt Jackie pulling on my legs, dragging me down to her waiting mouth. When I was almost on her mouth, she ran her tongue along my sex trench, from anus to clit. Then she let me go and my body sort of bounced back up until I was again dangling a foot above her smile mouth.

Uncle's next stroke cracked across my buttocks, the lashes flickering around me, sending lovely little shocks of delight through me.

Aunty dragged me down to her mouth once more, gave me two luscious licks along my sex trench, then let me go. My body bounced back up. Now uncle stood before me and the rubber lashes flashed across my heaving breasts.

Once more, Aunt Jackie dragged me down, this time placing three exquisite licks of her tongue along my pussy, before releasing me back up again. The combination of tingling strokes from the flogger and equally tingling strokes from aunty's mouth soon had me breathing deeply.

So the flogging went on, the sucking and licking went on and the excitement in my gut started to build and build. Then, as I reached the point where uncle flogged me for 15 strokes across my back and buttocks .....

And suddenly, I was bounced back into the present, as I walked through the wide corridor into the vast reception hall, with all the families and friends waiting to greet their loved ones. There were also chauffeurs and hire car people holding cards with strange and foreign names on them.

And standing in the middle of them was a tall, brown-eyed man, his long hair totally grey – well, silver really – wearing a dazzling white T-shirt with the logo "Aussies do it best", faded old Levis, and a lecherous smile.

He was holding a card which read: "Mr Spanky seeks cheeky Pommy bird. Welcome back to Oz!"

Then he pulled me into his arms and I think the sight of a busty 34-year-old kissing a 60-year-old man on the mouth raised a few eyebrows, even among Aussies!

"Hello, you shocking little Pommy sheila," he grinned, pinching my bum as he greeted me.

"Watch it, buster," I said, loudly, attracting the attention of several people pushing their laden trolleys past us, "I don't kiss on a first date!"

"Course not," he grinned, "and Lleyton Hewitt's a pooftah."

I frowned. "Is that one of your awful cricket jokes, you loud-mouth Aussie?"

"He's a bloody tennis player!" he snorted, then he kissed me again. "For that you're gonna get a spanking, you ignorant little Pommy slut."

"At last," I said, "some smooth-talking foreplay!"

To be continued.



Carly Goes Down Under Ch. 02



I trotted beside Uncle Rick as he pushed my trolley at a rapid pace out to his car in the car park. Again it was fire-engine red, again it was huge, and yes, it was another gas-guzzling Holden V8. Just one that was 10 years more recent than the machine he'd shown me around Sydney in on my last visit.

After he'd stowed my bags in the boot and was wheeling out of the car park, I chided him: "Really, uncle, what a loud fuss in the airport. People turned their heads!"

The now silver-haired 60-year-old smiled, his face tanned and lined, but much the same as I remembered him from 1996.

"Fuck 'em," he said, with his typically Anglo-Saxon but also decidedly Australian turn-of-phrase, "give the bastards something to talk about on their drive to their dreary little homes in Parramatta, or Paddington, or wherever the fuck they live."

As he gunned the grunty big V8 onto the freeway, he looked at me and smiled. "Still ravishing, you little Pommy tart, still got jugs to die for, I see," he said, looking at my 36-inch breasts, which now had to strain into a DD bra, up in size from 10 years ago.

"And Mr and Mrs Spanky – they still enjoy all those naughty games?" I asked, rubbing my hand provocatively along his thigh, which was still muscled and taut.

"Fuckin' oath," he replied, in another of those coarse Aussie terms I'd come to remember. "But Mrs Spanky – or your Aunty Jackie – told me to tell you that she's looking forward to becoming re-acquainted with that highly educated mouth of yours, you little slut."

"I'm glad to hear that things haven't changed," I said, before stretching out and enjoying the drive to the harbourside mansion that uncle's royalty millions had paid for.

Inside the house it was a case of deja-vu. Down the stairs to meet us came the beautifully busty Aunt Jackie, clad as she had been all those years ago when she greeted me, in a striking bikini. This one, made of shiny red PVC, was even briefer than her style from 1996.

She was 45 now, but still a woman who most men – and a helluva lot of women – would give their eye teeth for. Well, if you're talking women, you would certainly have to include me. Her breasts were still big and firm-looking, she appeared to have put no weight on whatsoever, her hair was still lustrous, only a few lines on her neck, probably the result of her devotion to lounging in the sun by the pool, made her look older.

"Hi, you filthy little slut," she smiled, kissing me on the cheek and goosing me on the bum. "What lies has God's gift to middle-aged women here been spinning you on the way here?"

"Something about fucking you five times a day, and six on Sundays," I grinned, as Uncle Rick took my bags upstairs to my room.

"Lying little Pommy sheila," he roared, as he disappeared upstairs.

"Five times a day and six on Sundays?" laughed Aunty Jackie. "Chance would be a fine opportunity. There are times when Mrs Spanky has to go down on her knees and beg him for it."

"A position I presume you're delighted to be in?" I told her.

"Too fuckin' right," said aunty, in a much more accented Australian twang than I remembered from 1996. Still, it was a decade on, I guess.

When I'd unpacked everything and Uncle Rick had provided us a fine crayfish salad washed down with a couple of bottles of vintage Krug, I stretched and made my excuses.

"Pardon me, you lovely randy two," I said, "but I hardly slept a wink on the leg down from Singapore. Do you mind if I catch up on some beauty sleep for an hour or two?"

"Go for it, you wimpy Pommy tart," grinned uncle. "I'll wake you up around 5 o'clock. Rachel's popping round for some drinks and a steak on the barbie later, and then we can all remember the good times, when all my pubic hair was black and I could get it up without the help of a fuckin' container crane!"

I kissed them both on the cheek – there would be plenty of time for more intimate caresses during the next month – and walked upstairs to my bedroom, which looked much the same as when I'd left it in 1996.

I stripped nude, fell in between the sheets and in my mind drifted off to memories of some of those times.

Like my first experience of a "bungee whipping", hoisted into those strong rubber bands suspended from the ceiling, and bouncing up and down on my aunt's mouth. For each stroke of uncle's many-stranded rubber flogger, I got an equal number of licks. After stroke number 15, aunty licked my sex trench 15 times, then released my legs, just as I felt my orgasm begin.

My body sprang back up on the rubber strands, then uncle gave me stroke 16, and aunty hauled me down onto her mouth again for 16 strokes, only I'd bellowed to an orgasm after about a dozen licks from her luscious little tongue.

I remembered being freed and uncle, his cock thick and turgid pressed against my thigh as he rubbed his hands all over my heaving breasts. "And tell me, you filthy little Pommy slut," he whispered in my ear, "did you enjoy your first bungee whipping?"

"I see what you mean about something good coming out of – what did you call New Zealand, the Shaky Isles?" I gasped, coming back to earth from my Big O in more ways than one.

"Yeah," said uncle, "the place is full of scenery and sheep, that's all it's good for, but the bungee whipping takes a bit of beating, pardon the pun, you lovely little slut."

After the excitement of my debut as a bungee whipping slave, we all lay back on recliners and I worked again on my tan. Then the phone rang and uncle answered using his portable extension.

"Hiya, Rache," I heard him say, obviously addressing his 40-year-old sister. "Yeah, she's settled in, got over her jet lag, loves being bungee whipped and has a fuckin' fetish for being spanked.

"What say you get that scrawny arse of yours into gear and get here, so we can play some games with the little Pommy slut."

Judging by uncle's reaction, his sister could think of nothing she'd like to do more than "play some games" with me, the "little Pommy slut", and uncle cut the connection and told me and aunty: "She's on her way. I'd better make sure we've got some steaks de-frosted, you know how she likes her meat! Rare and runny, just like her pussies!"

While he was gone to get some steak out of the deep freeze, Aunt Jackie enlightened me about her husband's sister. I already knew she was 40, five years older than my aunt, but that was it.

"I think you'll like her," said Aunty Jackie, rolling over onto her tummy, giving me a glorious vision of rolling, bouncing big breasts and a lovely shaved pussy as she did so.

"She's tall, almost as tall as your Uncle Rick, so it wasn't a surprise when she became a top lingerie model, although she's given that up now. But you know the type - legs that go on forever, as the old saying goes, 34-inch breasts, but they're lovely to suck on. But she's unusual."

I matched Aunty Jackie, switching to lying on my tummy so I could tan my back and buttocks some more. "In what way?" I asked.

"Well, she's that strange creature who likes to be dommed but is equally at home being a bit of a dominant herself," said Aunt Jackie. "I domme her like crazy, of course, because that's the way I am, but she can take it and also hand it out. She loves to whip her brother."

I almost gagged on my orange juice. "She fuckin' whips him?" I said, adopting uncle's Australian way of leaving the "g" from the word.

"Sure," smiled Aunt Jackie. "They don't fuck, but she'll flog his arse every now and again. Not that it's all one-way traffic. Rick gets a huge hard on just watching as his whip cracks down on her lovely long figure. Well, the lovely old perve is into whipping and spanking anything that wears skirts."

"Do you mind?" I inquired, realising now that Uncle Rick was even more of a randy bastard than I'd thought.

"Nah," said my dad's sister. "He doesn't fuck her, so that's OK."

"But he fucks me!" I said. "What's the difference?"

Aunt Jackie smiled indulgently. "He fucks you because you're an extremely attractive young woman and you're not really related – well, only by marriage to me. He doesn't regard it in the slightest as incest. What you and I do is incest, but Rick would, in his delightful turn of phrase, describe you as 'fair game', my dear Carly," she said.

Just then Uncle Rick returned, this time holding a cold bottle of lager in his hand. "What's fair game, darl?" he asked, as he lay his naked body down on the recliner, his flesh tanned and brown and glistening from suntan lotion.

"I was just explaining to Carly here that while you get a terrific boner simply being flogged by your sister, or by flogging her, you never fuck her, but your fucking Carly isn't really incest."

"Well," said Uncle Rick, sucking down some of the liquid amber, "I wouldn't necessarily want to argue it in front of the stipendiary magistrate, but I take your point. If I weren't married to you, darl, and I came across Carly in a bar, there'd be nothing to prevent me chatting her up, then racing her off to bed."

"Except your appalling foreplay," I joked.

"Well, never mind my foreplay, Carly," said uncle with a wicked grin forming on his face. "Now, how about a fuck?"

We all broke into laughter, then uncle heard a tooting as a car had obviously pulled up in front of the big mansion.

"That's probably Rache," he said, "but in case it's not, you two gets towels across your big boobs, while I see to it."

About a minute later, Uncle Rick reappeared, walking alongside a vision in a shiny sort of green metallic bikini. The woman's legs were, indeed, long, her bust was big, but not as big as mine or Aunty Jackie's, and her dark hair – just as dark as Uncle Rick's – shone lustrously in the strong Sydney sun. Think Elle Macpherson only with a slightly smaller build and you've got it.

Uncle, his cock standing to attention, brought his sister alongside my recliner and announced: "Carly, you lovely little Pommy bitch, meet a true blue Aussie sheila – Rachel, this is Carly, Carly, Rachel."

I stood, my towel falling from my big boobs as I did so and held out a hand to Rick's 40-year-old sister. She gripped it strongly and pulled me towards her and kissed me fully on the mouth.

"I mean to start the way I intend to continue, you lush-breasted Pommy bird, you," she grinned. "Come on, let's sit in the shallow end and you can tell me all about yourself."

Then she turned to her brother and ordered: "All right, balls for brains, get Carly and me a Crown lager each to suck on and rattle your dags, I'm fuckin' thirsty."

She spoke just like a female version of her big brother, but she was attractive, in a slightly hard-faced way, and she had a body to die for. When I see someone I like, I make my mind up very quickly. Rachel, I decided quickly, I liked.

We stepped in the pool and sat waist-deep in the lovely warm, blue waters. "All right Carly, tell me what's been going on with your life, and start from when you got off the Boeing 74-fuckin'-7," said Rachel. As you see, she didn't beat about the proverbial bush.

Uncle Rick was back with the tops off two Crowns and as Rachel and I sucked on the cold nectar, I told her what had happened to me since my arrival.

In the early part of my story, I told her about what a shit Bruce had been, how he'd got me pissed, then delivered me back home more than two hours after uncle's curfew.

"Hey, Rick, you old bastard," Rachel called, "you didn't let her fall for that fuckin' Bruce trick, did you?"

I looked inquiringly at Uncle Rick, who had the good grace to look a little sheepish. "Er, sorry, Carly, but I'm afraid that was a bit of my doing. I slipped Brucie a $50 bill just to make sure he got you home after 2 in the morning. Sorry 'bout that, sport, but it all worked out in the end, eh?"

"You mean," I started, but Aunty Jackie interrupted me.

"It was all an excuse so Rick could get your panties down to receive a lovely little spanking," said told me. "And it worked, didn't it, darl? You love it, don't you?"

Well, she had me there. I certainly did.

Then Rachel turned my mind away from the way Bruce, Uncle Rick and Aunt Jackie had all "conned" me, by leaning over, caressing my near breast with a cool hand. Her mouth fastened onto mine and our tongues intertwined.

"He's given you a bungee whipping?" she whispered, as we smooched, Rachel now using both hands on my breasts after placing her bottle of lager on the edge of the pool.

"Yes," I said, hoarsely, returning her caresses by running my hands across her 34-inch beauties. Shit, they were firm! 

"And ain't it fun, eh Carly?" said the Aussie bird, as one hand slipped beneath the water and felt between my thighs.

"It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life," I told her, without a hint of a lie. The caress of the rubber flogger, the caress of Aunt Jackie's mouth bringing me to orgasm. The knowledge that it was all bringing Uncle Rick on. Yes, erotic it most certainly was.

"What say after they play the silly spanking-wanking game with us, we put my perverted old brother up in it and give him a flogging. You and I use the whips, sexy old Jackie there can fellate him when he gets down to her mouth. You on for that?"

My hand searched inside her bikini bra to tweak a lovely firm nipple. "I'm getting all hot just thinking about it," I told her.

"Yes, I know," said Rachel, who then moved her hand up to my mouth and pressed her fingers inside. They were wet with both pool water and my own sex juice.

Then Rachel, as if tiring of the lovely lesbian foreplay which I could have enjoyed for much longer, stood, the water gleaming on her bikini bottom and thighs. "OK Rick," she called, "throw us towels and then we'll play your fuckin' spanking game. And after that, Carly here wants to play bungee whipping again – only with you as the whippee. What do ya reckon?"

Uncle looked at the pair of us, his cock standing stiffly to attention. "Whoopee, I'll be the whippee," said uncle, making an awful play on words.

"And I'll be the suckee," announced Aunt Jackie. "Now, towel dry girls and we'll get down to that dungeon, I'm starting to drool with lust at the thought of the fun to come."

As I started to towel, Rachel stepped out of her wispy little bikini bottom to reveal a narrow strip of jet black pubic hair some three inches long which rose from her mons. Otherwise, her sex trench was devoid of hair. Yummy, I thought.

When we were both dry, we joined uncle and aunty and our naked quartet walked down to the basement torture chamber.

Inside, uncle pulled a long leather bench from one wall with the help of his sister, and then he and Aunt Jackie sat down on it.

"Righto," he said, "get across my lap, Carly, Rache you get over Jackie's."

I draped myself across my uncle's muscular thighs, toes just scraping the floor, fingers on the other side also just making contact with the carpet. Rachel got over her sister's lap so she was facing me, some foot away. Uncle then wriggled down the bench until my face was only inches from Rachel's.

Rachel smiled sweetly and gave me a long, slow, kiss, our tongues mashing together energetically. Then she broke off and announced: "OK you fuckin' perverts, do your worst."

Uncle and aunty's hands both slapped down across their target buttocks, the noises echoing around the room simultaneously. Then I felt uncle's finger, tracing from my anus, across my weeping cunt, through my labia trench to my clit. As I enjoyed his caress, Rachel snogged with me. It was heaven!

Then the second blows cracked across two upturned bums, and now uncle's finger worked up and down my sex trench twice. Another spank, and he travelled the course of my crutch three times. I was getting wetter and wetter, Rachel's mouth was getting hotter and hotter.

The dual spankings continued, aunty and uncle in no hurry to complete the process, but after stroke number 16 had burned into my bum and uncle's forefinger had started its delicate tracery over my flesh, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to hold back from the Big O.

After about the tenth stroke I started to sob, then groan and finally with a shrieked "Fuuuuuck, I'm coooooming" I roared to my climax. As it was obvious that I had "lost" the race – winner doesn't come, remember? – Aunt Jackie halted her spanking of her sister's bottom.

The spanking pair then allowed us to stand up and Rachel held out her hand for mine. "Come along, you sweet little slut," she grinned, "it's time for you to pay the penalty for coming first. You be able to get Rick the rock into position in the bungee by yourself, Jackie?"

My aunt laughed: "Done it so many times I could do it blindfold. Away you go for your fun, Rache."

Over in a corner of the chamber was a large, high-backed leather easy chair. Rachel swung it around so that it was facing into the corner of the room. "We don't want any distractions, do we, you lovely little Pommy tart?" she said, as she settled down in the chair and then threw her thighs on the arms, splaying her pussy before me in all its carnal glory.

I knelt on the floor in front of her, but Rachel leaned forward and cupped my chin in her fingers. "I'm in no fuckin' hurry, you little slut," she said, in a low, sexy voice. "Kneel on the chair and start by giving me a good, old-fashioned snogging. Then you can work your filthy little mouth down to the passion pit, OK?"

I nodded, thrilled by the anticipation of what I was soon going to be doing to the lovely former lingerie model, and knelt between her outstretched thighs and placed my mouth on hers. She cupped my buttocks and dragged me hard down against her, so my 36-inch boobs were crushing onto her 34s. My belly met hers, my heart was pounding, my tongue was working away inside her mouth.

We panted lustily through a couple of minutes of snogging, then my mouth moved southwards, licking and kissing on her superbly firm gloves, sucking on her nipples until they were as hard as cherrystones between my teeth, before moving further south, across her belly and abdomen, until I was kneeling on the carpet, my mouth inches from her sex.

Rachel gave off a stunning aroma of pussy perfume, and I ran my tongue from her musky anus, with its dark chocolate-coloured striations, up to her sopping wet cunt. I thrust my tongue as deep into the orifice as I could, and she let out a low gasp.

"Oh you filthy, randy, perverted little beauty," she cried, "I'll never make jokes about Pommy sheilas again, oh fuck me you're good!"

The words were all the encouragement I needed, and I worked between her labia lips, sucking and kissing before nibbling at her swollen clit, and then moving back down to her arsehole to repeat the entire process. I knew that Rachel would indicate to me when she wanted her relief from the sexual tension that flowed from her crotch.

I had been lapping and laving at her quim for what must have been a couple of minutes – although I was enjoying myself so much it seemed to me like only a couple of seconds – when Rachel placed her hands on my head and pressed me hard against her clitoris.

"Tongue me, sweetie," she whispered, "Aunty Rachel's gonna come, you lovely little Pommy beauty, yes, yes, yes!" And with a shuddering roar, the 40-year-old announced the arrival of her climax as I struggled and strained to remain in place as she thrust and wriggled and graunched her pussy against my mouth.

I remained in place, slowly licking over her labia, tonguing her cunt again, then placing little puckered kisses on her anus, as Rachel slowly recovered her composure.

She looked down at me and smiled a long, slow smile, while she slowly shook her head: "That was a grade A, you beauty, you fuckin' ripper orgasm-giver, you educated little pussy pleaser, you," she informed me.

Then she stood and took me by the hand. "Come on babe, let's choose our weapons," she said, walking me over to the wall where all Uncle Rick's flogging equipment hung, looking cruel and menacing, even just hanging there in place.




Carly Goes Down Under Ch. 02



Almost without hesitation, I chose the many-stranded rubber flogger that Uncle Rick had used on me. I loved the feel of its rubber lashes flicking against my flesh and I knew that uncle would, too. But Rachel opted, after much consideration for a long, leather lash which split at the tip into two little six-inch long strips. It looked a serious weapon!

Rachel seemed to read my thoughts and smiled. "Don't worry, you sentimental little Pommy," she said, "this will give him an intense thrill, but it won't break his skin. The old perv's been whipped by me with this more time's than Kylie Minogue's flashed her arse. He loves it!"

And with that we turned and walked over to where Uncle Rick hung in the bungee contraption. He looked lovely, his muscular, suntanned body stretched beautifully taut as he swung beneath the stretchy lengths of rubber. His seven inches of uncut manhood was sticking out horizontally from his groin, he was eager for the game to begin!

Beneath him, lying naked on her leather bench, was Aunty Jackie, her breasts gleaming from lotion, her face excited at the thought of what she was going to do with her husband's cock when she pulled him down to her mouth. I felt wet between my legs just looking at the bondage tableau.

"Righto, darl," said Rachel, "I'll tackle his scrawny old arse, you whip that lovely rubber thingy across his shoulder blades. You ready, Jackie?"

And as we both moved into position behind Uncle Rick's straining back, and golden brown and bunched buttocks, Aunty Jackie called: "Get a fucking move on, you two, before his cock drowns me with his dripping pre-cum!"

Rachel laughed. "You know you love licking it, you disgusting old Pommy sheila, you," she told her sister, then we took up our flogging positions.

"On the count of three," said Rachel, drawing back her left arm, ready to uncoil the leather lash onto her brother's buttocks. I pulled my right arm back, the rubber flogger's lashes hung heavily down, almost dangling onto the floor.

"Three, two, one!" shouted Aunty Rachel, and I flashed the rubber flogger across uncle's straining shoulder blades while, at the precise same moment, Rachel's much stricter leather lash cracked across his arse cheeks. Despite his superbly suntanned bum, a narrow red streak appeared.

After our blows had fallen, Aunty Jackie dragged on her husband's legs, pulling his groin down to her and she sucked him lovingly on his cock, her mouth engulfing half his length.

Then she released him and his body floated back up. "Three, two, one," counted Aunt Rachel and again our whips did their work. This time, Aunt Jackie sucked his cock with two, deep fellatio strokes.

"Three, two, one," came the call from the ex-lingerie model, and we struck him again. By this time his buttocks were triple-streaked by the leather's attentions and even my far more gentle rubber implement was making his shoulder blade section rather redder, beneath the lovely brown suntan.

As Aunty Jackie was deep throating her husband three times, Aunt Rachel whispered. "We'll swap targets now, OK?"

I nodded and on her count of "Three, two, one" this time I splashed the rubber whip's many strands against Uncle Rick's clenching buttocks. Aunt Rachel's lash made a clear red mark across his upper back. Aunty Jackie sucked on his cock with four, long, deep strokes.

Rachel, I noticed, had started to play with herself using her non-whip hand. I did the same and found something that didn't surprise me in the slightest – I was sopping wet down there!

After three strokes on his arse from me and shoulder blades from Aunty Rachel, and while Aunty Jackie was gulping his cock down during her part of the game, Aunty Rachel stepped close and whispered: "Give him a surprise, now Carly, we'll both flog his arse, you first, OK?"

I nodded, eagerly. Shit, this was fun!

"Three, two, one," Rachel called out loud and you could see Uncle Rick's body tense itself for the blows. My rubber, many-stranded cat flashed across his buttocks and then, when he began to relax, yelped as Aunt Rachel's follow-up blow across his streaked buttocks caught him totally unawares.

"Yeeeagh!" he yelled, and then Aunty Jackie was dragging him down for more fellatio.

"Caught you out, eh Rick, you fuckin' old pervert?" asked our victim's sister, and then his body was released and he sprang back up into position for his next strokes.

But before uncle could respond, Rachel's lash had cut across his buttocks and I followed it immediately with another "Whump" from the rubber flogger. Again Aunty Jackie dragged him down to her mouth for more oral adoration, then he was bouncing back up again.

Finally, although I'd lost count, to tell the truth, but later Rachel told me it was his 24th stroke, it was clear he couldn't contain himself during aunty's next period of oral stimulation.

His whip-streaked buttocks were clenching and unclenching in a sort of little dance as Aunt Jackie sucked on him and then, with a delighted cry of "He's coming now!" from Rachel, uncle roared out a long screeching shout of "Yeeeeeah" and pumped his semen into his wife's mouth.

Rachel and I replaced our whips on their hooks, then returned to where uncle had been released by Aunty Jackie. As she did so a silver strand of come dangled from his cock head to aunty's lips until, as he bounced back into place higher above her, the line was broken as he jerked at the top of his bounce-back.

Aunty Jackie stood from her bench, ran the palm of a hand across his cum-covered cock head and pressed it against Uncle Rick's mouth. He slurped it down.

Then the boxes were replaced under his feet, his ankles were freed from the side strands leading to the wall and he slipped out of the rubber loops and jumped to the floor. Uncle Rick then kissed each of us in turn, before announcing "Stone the crows, that was one of the best wanks I've had in ages" and running out of the basement, yelling back over his shoulder: "I'm off for a nice long swim."

Aunty Jackie and Aunty Rachel – I was calling her "Aunty" now because it seemed natural, seeing as how she was Uncle Rick's sister – cuddled, then Jackie asked: "OK, who's the odd one out?"

I looked puzzled and Rachel enlightened me. "Come on, Carly, don't be such a dumb Pommy bitch," she laughed, "Rick's come, you came in the spanking game, and then you gave me an orgasm. So?"

"Oh, I see," I said, suddenly realising how naive I'd been. "Aunty Jackie wants her orgasm, now?"

"About fuckin' time, darl," said Rachel. "OK, we'll both work on her, you OK with that, Jackie?"

"Two mouths must be better than one," laughed Jackie, and then Rachel made me assist in getting her sister into a metal-poled contraption which she described as "a flogging frame".

When Aunt Jackie was in place, her lovely nude body was suspended on tip-toe in the frame, her thighs dragged wide by ankle straps. Rachel and I then pushed small leather benches into place for our twin assault on aunty's "naughty bits", one in front of her minge, one behind her lush buttocks.

"I'll start off on her arse," said Aunty Rachel, "you attack her lovely Pommy pussy, Carly."

I sat in front of Aunt Jackie and inhaled a strong aroma of sex juices. I placed my tongue on her clitoris, feeling its erection protruding from its hood, then went down through her labia to her cunt, which was dripping moistness. She gave out a little cry as I touched her there, and then, when I moved down to her anus, I found that Aunty Rachel was already at work on that musky spot.

As it happened, Rachel stayed there throughout the entire performance, because Aunt Jackie was soon coming on my face, thrusting her pinioned body down onto my lips as my tongue flashed across her clit, bringing her swiftly to a stimulating climax.

While we released her, Aunt Jackie apologised: "Sorry about that, team, but I guess I was so aroused by what we've been doing down here I just got carried away."

Rachel laughed, playfully slapping her across her lovely lush bum. "Typical Pommy sheila," she joked, "no fuckin' self-control!"

Later, as we relaxed around the pool and Uncle Rick was talking about "firing up the old barbie", Aunty Rachel announced that she thought she'd stay the night.

"Any objections?" she asked.

"None at all," said Aunty Jackie.

"And I'll be sleeping with sweet pea, Carly, here," added Rachel.

"Objection!" shouted my naked Uncle Rick, "I was planning on fuckin' her stupid tonight."

"Well, she'd certainly be stupid to fuck around with you," said his sister tartly. "Oh, come on Rick, you're as greedy as a drover's dog. You'll have her to play with for the month's she here. Give your poor old sex-started sis a go, there's a darling!"

"Oh, very well, but I'm gonna spank her arse for obviously leading you on, you tired old ex-porn model," smiled Rick.

"Lingerie, for crying out loud, lingerie!" yelled Aunt Rachel.

"Yeah, whatever," said Uncle Rick, "call it what you will, but lingerie catalogues are bought by blokes to pull their pud by, I betcha none are bought by women actually looking for sexy underwear."

"Have it your way, you old cock-puller yourself," Rachel laughed. "Now fire up that barbie, all this sexual excitement has made me hungry."

Uncle Rick served up a crisp green salad, some delightful steaks and two bottles of something called Grange Hermitage, made by a wine outfit called Penfolds. I tried half a glass and realised – even with my paucity of wine knowledge – that it would knock the hind legs off a donkey, so I took it easy.

Noticing my reaction to the hugely heavy red, Uncle Rick laughed: "What's the matter, Carly? First time you've tasted a ball-tearing big Aussie red?"

I nodded, then added: "But I'm sure it's very good."

Uncle Rick snorted. "Very good? I'll say it's very bloody good," he said. "None of your wimpy, limp-wristed weak piss like the fuckin' Frogs make," he said, in his typical politically incorrect way. "Aussie reds are designed to make you think afterwards 'Christ, that was some red I've just sucked!' None of your faggy Frog stuff, mate!"

Even so, I took it easy. Rachel, Jackie and Uncle Rick, of course, more than made up for my abstemiousness!

Later, as the sun fell over Sydney, Aunt Rachel stretched, came out with an obviously fake yawn, winked at me and said: "Time for beauty sleep, eh you Pommy beauty!"

I nodded, eager to get back to sexual work with the superbly-figured 40-year-old.

Upstairs, I lay back on the bed – a sheet to cover me wasn't needed I figured, in view of what was about to "go down" as it were. Aunty Rachel went into the en suite and I heard noises of her water splashing in the toilet, and I don't know what possessed me, but I called out: "Don't wipe if it's just pee, aunty, let me do it."

A whoop from the en suite followed. "Fuck, I love you, you little Pommy pervert," she said, and then Rachel was back in the bedroom, her long legs gleaming as she stood astride my face, then lowered herself until her pussy was brushing my mouth.

The taste was absolutely wonderful. As I said, I'm no wine buff, but give me a cocktail of pussy juice and piss any day! The taste of her piddle and her passion juice was magnificent. I licked her passionately, then she pulled off, lay beside me and kissed my mouth with equal passion.

"And since when did you fancy birds, you lovely little licker?" she asked, as our breasts brushed against each other, then our mounds, our legs tangling in a sort of wrestling hold.

"Well, boys are such messy little fuckers," I said. "They're only interested in spending their spunk, they're not interested in giving pleasure. Hey, I'm talking kids, here, not old pervs like Uncle Rick, he's lovely."

Rachel kissed me again. "Well, I'll take your word for that," she said. "Your aunt, she's a sexpot, make no mistake."

I nodded. "She's got a great body, a great pussy and I love her. Mind you," I added, "her sister's not bad!"

Rachel laughed, and then I moved my mouth down to her pert-nippled breasts. "And you? Do you have boy friends as well as women? Or is it just the female sex?"

"Ever since I started as a lingerie model it's been women," said Rachel, her hand pressing between my thighs and fingering my clit, which was hard and craving oral action.

"My first photographer was a big, busty blonde, about 50-years-old," said Rachel. "I couldn't take my hands off her. Now, let's quit the chatting and start the loving. Lick my pussy, you lovely little slut!"

I pushed her onto her lovely long back and worked slavishly at her sensational minge, its moistness tasting so much nicer than a glass of Grange. Soon she began to buck and heave, then she wrapped her thighs around my head, trapping me in place as she thrashed to a noisy orgasm.

I pulled from her perfumed pussy, still issuing lovely wafts of her urine, and lay back. "My turn now," said Rachel, who lowered her mouth from my breasts, down my belly to my mons. Then she started her glorious work on my pouring pussy.

After I had reached an equally noisy Big O, we lay in each others arms and drifted off into a deep sleep. We were woken with sun pouring in through the windows and Aunty Jackie placing cups of strong tea on the bedside tables.

Just then, I stirred – I looked at the semi-parted curtains and realised it wasn't morning sunlight, it was late afternoon and there, sitting in an easy chair just off by the head of the bed was my Uncle Jack, naked as the day he was born, his hand stroking a mighty seven-inch stiffy. His hair was silver – I was back in 2006!

"Oh, hi uncle," I said, stirring. "Shit, that was a lovely sleep, I needed that!"

Uncle Rick then knelt up on the bed and pushed his engorged penis towards my face. "Need this, darl?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

I looked at his thick-helmeted cock and planted a kiss on it, a tender kiss, but not an open-mouthed kiss.

"Look, Uncle Rick," I said, as he tried to insinuate his hard-on inside my mouth, "I've come a long way in 10 years, and while I still love you, and while I'll still be glad for you to spank me, even go down on me, when it comes to penetrative sex, I'm sorry but I rule cocks – even pretty cocks like Mr Spanky - out of my life now."

Uncle Rick looked crestfallen. But I didn't feel sorry for him. During my 1996 visit, Mr Spanky had had his lustful way with me on countless occasions. It was 10 years on, I was 34 now and I was making the rules.

Then a smile came over his face. "OK, you disgusting little Pommy sheila," he laughed, back to the old Uncle Rick again. "I guess he'll just have to content himself with the glorious Mrs Spanky.

"And speaking of Mrs Spanky, she's waiting for you and she's got a surprise for you. But one thing, Carly."

It was obviously a question. "Yes, uncle?" I asked.

"Can I watch?"

I laughed, and bestowed one more kiss on his still turgid manhood. "Of course you can, you old Aussie pervert you!"

Then he climbed from the bed and sat back in the easy chair. "OK, girls," he called, "she's all yours."

The bedroom door opened and in walked Aunty Jackie. She was in high heels, with a shiny satin, deep-cut black suspender belt around her lush hips. The belt held up lovely black stockings. On her feet were wedge-styled high heels. Apart from the belt, stockings and shoes, she was naked.

The "surprise" was that standing beside her was Aunty Rachel, clad in a similar outfit – only hers was made of gleaming red satin, the stockings were red, the shoes, also wedge-style, were red, too.

She may have been 50 now, but she looked as stunning as she had in my dream of our first night together, those 10 long years ago. She had possibly put on a little weight around the hips, but the legs were still long and went all the way to heaven, a still-shaven heaven, but with that slim little black strip ascending three inches from her mons upwards.

"I can't get her interested in poor old Mr Spanky here," said Uncle Rick, still stroking his erection. "But she's said I can watch."

And with that, Aunty Jackie walked around to the far side of the bed, kicking off her shoes as she did. Aunty Rachel came to the near side, also pushing her shoes off.

Then Aunty Jackie climbed onto the bed and lay between my thighs, which I had spread as soon as I had seen the 45 and the 50-year-old enter the bedroom.

As I felt Aunty Jackie's tongue begin its initial probing along my sex trench and down to my anus, Aunty Rachel climbed above me, facing down my body towards where her sister was hard at work.

I placed my hands up and cupped her smooth, pert buttocks and helped her arrange her quim on my mouth. She tasted so sweet – almost as if she'd had a piss.

I began to lick her wet trench. It looked like it was going to be another hugely arousing holiday down under– "down under" in more ways than one!

To be continued. 



Carly Goes Down Under Ch. 03



The combined efforts of my two aunts – Aunty Jackie licking at my pussy, her sister Rachel sitting on my face – soon erupted into an orgasm for three people. Myself, thanks to Aunt Jackie's clever little mouth, Aunt Rachel, thanks to my clever little mouth, and Uncle Rick, thanks to his randy voyeurism and his stroking hand!

As soon as I had come, quickly followed by Rachel's explosion on my mouth, Uncle Rick let out a grunted "Oh, whatta fuckin' sight!" and his handiwork on Mr Spanky brought the inevitable, sticky outcome for his belly, as his seven-inch prick spurted a couple of wads of semen upwards.

Later, outside by the pool as we savoured his beautifully cooked steaks, washed down by the inevitable bottle or two of Grange Hermitage – a taste I thought I had, by now, acquired – Uncle Rick told his wife and sister: "Well, as you'll have gathered, I'm no longer persona fuckin' grata with little Miss Carly's sensational pussy.

"But judging by the way I couldn't control myself as you two worked her over upstairs this arvo, I'm not really much use at wanking and watching, so I'll bow out of the picture."

Aunty Jackie laughed. "That's Rickspeak for 'I've found a new woman', Carly, don't let him fool you," she told me.

"Who is it this time? Don't tell me Raewyn has finally relented and let you fuck her? Now she's an executive producer in TV land she's changed the habits of a lifetime?"

Uncle Rick muttered something about "opportunity being a fine chance" but I wasn't really listening, I was thinking of her. Raewyn – the very word evoked wonderful memories of my previous visit, 10 years before. But before we get to her, let me take you back to that year – 1995 – when I was enjoying a month's holiday in Sydney, far from the snow and sleet of an English winter on the Sussex coast.

After a couple of weeks, alternating between Aunty Jackie's bed at nights and my own, when Uncle Rick would bed me, I was happily enjoying sexual favours from both of them. But a fortnight into my holiday things changed. That night, Uncle Rick was enjoying his turn between my thighs – and it was quite a night.

Uncle Rick, for all his loudmouth ways, was, in fact, an incredibly gentle lover. We had spent the day lying by the pool, stark naked, and as usual I had been lavished with attention from my aunt and her 50-year-old Aussie author-husband.

That night, he carried me up to my bedroom, laid me gently on the cool silk sheet and covered my body with kisses. His seven-inch cock was a proud piece of equipment, but there was none of the macho posturing in his lovemaking.

He took me in the missionary position, then doggy style, then gave me a tit fuck and after a passionate hour or more of fucking and sucking, collapsed fast asleep in my arms. Quite how he could perform that well after at least three-quarters of a bottle of what he described as "a ball-tearer of an Aussie red" was beyond me.

That morning he woke me gently by the simple expedient of placing his practised tongue along my sex trench until I stirred and accepted his eager, stiffness in my vagina. Half-way through our "dawn breaker", as he crudely referred to it, the phone rang. Seconds later there was a knock on the door and my aunt opened it and announced: "Channel 9 on the phone for you Rick, it's the show's executive producer, he says it's urgent."

With a sigh, uncle rolled off me, his erection leaving a trail of sex juice across my thigh and I took the opportunity to jump into the shower and get dressed – if you can call the bikinis I was in the habit of wearing in the hot Sydney sun being "dressed".

Uncle Rick was also dressed and showered by the time I got downstairs.

"Channel 9 has a midday show I've got to appear on," he told me. "I'm apparently being talked about a lot in some fuckin' High Court case in Pongolia – it's all about some sheila who's claiming her work's been plagiarised by some other Pommy author and the defence team want to call me to give evidence for him.

"Wanna come down to the studios while I appear for my '15 minutes of fame' as Andy Warhol put it, Carly?"

"Yes, please," I said, buttering a slice of toast and marmalade. "When do you have to given evidence back home?"

"Apparently Qantas is holding a first class return ticket for me at Mascot. I fly tonight," said Uncle Rick.

And that was how I met Raewyn!

Uncle misjudged the traffic, which can be bloody awful in the centre of Sydney, and we were running late when he wheeled the big red Holden into the studio car park. He rushed me inside, we got visitors' tags and a cold-looking woman took us to the hospitality suite.

There we were greeted by a lovely blonde vision, who shook me by the hand – she obviously already knew Uncle Rick - and announced: "I'm Raewyn, and you Rick are late. Get down to makeup, you've 20 minutes before you're on air."

Uncle handed me over to her. "This is my niece Carly, and you look after her Raewyn, only don't get her pissed," he said, in his typically blunt Aussie manner and was then gone.

They say "gentlemen prefer blondes", but it's not just gentlemen, it's women, too. Oh, well, let's admit it – it's me. But then again, I prefer blondes, brunettes, redheads. You get the drift.

Anyway, with Raewyn there a lot to prefer. In her late 20s, she was wearing a tight-fitting white T-shirt with "Everlast" stamped across her breasts, which were large, around the size of my 36ers, I'd guess. Her eyes were flashing green, her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was pretty, with a little snub nose, great teeth and a warm, pleasant smile. I knew from the instant I saw her I was going to like her.

But wait, as they say on those awful TV ads, there's more! She was wearing a pair of red leather jeans and her arse was the most magnificent pair of muscular mounds I'd ever laid my lascivious eyes on. She caught me looking.

"Sorry," I said, quickly, knowing I'd been caught leching on her bum.

"Oh, that's OK, Carly," she said, "I get a lot of that, but it's mostly from old politicians or blokes like your uncle, who'd just love to spank me."

"I can see that," I said, indicating I'd have a gin and tonic while we waited for Uncle Rick's appearance on the show.

"A mother's ruin and Schweppes coming up, Carly," said Raewyn, in her broad Aussie twang. "And tell me, is he really your uncle, and has he spanked you?"

I sipped on the monster drink she'd poured me. "He's married to my aunty," I said, "so he's an uncle by marriage and yes, he's spanked me."

Quite why I told her, to this day I have no idea, but just as there are some people you instantly take a shine to, so there are some people you instantly trust, as well. Raewyn was both of these things.

And then I added my clincher. "But I got him back," I said, sipping the g and t to check that it was as strong as I feared – it was.

"You got him back?" said Raewyn, her eyebrows arching.

"Yes, I whipped his arse while he was being fellated by my Aunty Jackie," I said, knowing I shouldn't have been saying this, but feeling so at home and at ease with the young blonde.

Then I blushed. "And I had help from uncle's sister, Rachel, a former lingerie model. We whipped him together, while aunty brought him off." I just couldn't shut up!

Raewyn gave a start, but it wasn't my talk of whipping or fellatio. It was my mention of the name Rachel.

"Rachel?" she asked. "Not Rachel Riccadonna – the Rachel Riccadonna?"

"Well it's a different name to uncle's, I know, but she's a former model and she's 40 now," I said.

"Ohmigod," said Raewyn, running the three words together. "When I was a teenager my mum got a lingerie and bikini catalogue and one of the models in it was Rachel Riccadonna.

"Mum thought her catalogue had gone missing and it had – 'cos I'd nicked it," said Raewyn. "Stone the crows, I had the hots for your uncle's sis. I used to stroke myself to sleep at nights dreaming of the naughty things she could do to me."

I sucked on a deep draught of the gin – shit, it was strong!

"Would you like to meet her?" I asked. "Uncle Rick's off to London tonight and Aunty Rachel's coming round on Friday evening to stay the week-end. I'm sure Aunty Jackie wouldn't mind if I invited you along too, there's rooms for Africa in their place."

I thought Raewyn was going to hug me to death and I had a job balancing the g and t as she pressed her glorious body against me and said: "You'll make me the happiest girl in the world!"

Then she took a card, scribbled her home number on the back and I promised to call her. 

Then we watched on the monitor in the hospitality suite as Uncle Rick did his interview, but to be quite honest I wasn't really paying attention. I was envisaging Raewyn, buck naked and strapped over a flogging bench in Aunty Jackie's basement games room while I worked on her glorious arse with a large leather paddle. It excited me and by the time uncle emerged from the studio and came to enjoy "a palate cleansing ale", as he put it, my panties were sopping wet.

Back home, while uncle was packing and trying to find some smart suits "that will impress a bunch of fuckin' Pommy jurors" I explained to Aunty Jackie my chat with Raewyn in the hospitality suite, told her I'd possibly revealed a bit too much about the games we played together with Aunty Rachel, then said I'd invited the TV woman for the week-end. Would it be all right?

"Would it what?" exclaimed my aunt. "It's a terrific idea. And Rachel makes out she's a hard-bitten Aussie gal, but deep down she'll be hugely impressed that she was such an influence on a teenager. Mind you, it was 10 years ago, and I hope she's not disappointed in Rachel."

I grinned. "Aunt Jackie, you know as well as I do that Aunty Rachel's still got a body to die for – or, rather, to go down for," I told her. "I'm sure Raewyn will be her devoted slave – and from what I gather she's really into spanking and bondage and stuff."

"Fuck, I can hardly wait," said Aunty Jackie, then Uncle Rick arrived, dressed for his trip.

"Can hardly wait for what?" he asked, dropping a large suitcase and a suitholder on the couch and dialling for a cab.

"Oh, nothing," said Aunty Jackie, then she added, mischievously: "It's just that Carly here's invited the TV hospitality suite girl, Raewyn, around for the week-end, only you won't be here to enjoy it. You'll be at 35,000 feet on the way to Heathrow."

"Fuck!" exclaimed uncle, then adding hastily, "er, no, sorry mate, not you, I was having a chat with my wife. Can you get a cab to pick me up?" Typical Uncle Rick and his loud mouth!

The next day, a Friday, I called Raewyn at the studios, and gave her Aunty Jackie's address.

"It's all set for the week-end," I told her, "only Aunty Jackie and I haven't told Rachel, so it's going to be a surprise, OK?"

Raewyn was thrilled, but also cautious. "Oh, Carly, I don't know about this, what if she hates me?" she said, her voice wavering.

"She's going to love you, you silly Aussie tart," I laughed. "We're expecting you this afternoon – and bring a bikini, the smaller and sexier the better!"

It was Raewyn's turn to laugh. "Already done that," she informed me, "one black, one red. I'm finished as soon as the show wraps at 2, so I'll be with you by 3."

Just after 3 o'clock and in the middle of a torrential downpour, Raewyn arrived in a battered little Citroen, which made coughing and spluttering noises all the way up the drive.

I greeted her, took her up to my bedroom and told her: "I know it's pouring, but it's still stinking hot, so let's get into our bikinis – Aunt Jackie is downstairs in a little itsy, bitsy thing and she's dying to meet you."

Raewyn immediately stripped stark naked, giving me my first – but by no means last – look at her incredible bum. It was to die for! She had quite sturdy legs, a trimmed pubic region and big breasts. She saw me unashamedly ogling her naked, beautifully tanned figure.

"36-24-36," she grinned. "Good enough for you?"

"You are mouth-watering, you fuckin' beaut Aussie sheila," I replied, putting on an Uncle Rick-style accent.

When we had got into our bikinis – Raewyn's a stunning little red creation, mine a black PVC job - and back into our high heels, I took her down to meet my aunty.

Aunty Jackie looked pretty damn sexy, too, wearing a tiny little blue bikini which accentuated her lovely 35-year-old figure. While they were chatting, I asked if Raewyn would like a drink.

"Mother's and tonic, darl," she said, seated on the couch alongside my aunt.

I poured her a stiff one, getting my own back for the monster she had made me at the studios, but she sucked it back like it was weak lemonade!

Then a car horn peeped and I went out to greet Aunty Rachel.

Unlike Raewyn's clapped-out Citroen, Rachel drove a much more modern car, but like Raewyn she also chose European – only this was a sporty little Mercedes.

Upstairs, I told her that there was a surprise guest and that Raewyn, from Channel 9 was staying the week-end.

"Has she got a body to die for?" asked Rachel, cutting to the chase as she removed her dress to reveal a stunningly sexy black g-string and bra.

"Of course," I said, "or I'd never have invited her."

"Then lead the fucking way," said Rachel and back downstairs we went.

Raewyn's eyes looked as if they were on stalks as she drank in Rachel's stunningly-built body walking across the lounge floor.

"Hi Raewyn," said the 40-year-old, "how's it hanging?"

She may have been a 28-year-old, but Raewyn's face blushed beet red as she came face to face with her teenage "crush".

"Oh, Rachel," she said, "I'm so pleased to meet you at last. I've been a huge fan for 10 years."

Rachel poured herself a rum and coke and sat in an easy chair across from the couch where Raewyn and Jackie were seated.

"Ten years?" she laughed and then added flatteringly, "Crikey you must have still been in nappies, darling."

Raewyn blushed an even deeper shade of red. "I was 18," she said, "and I pinched mum's lingerie and bikini catalogue one night when she'd gone to the pictures and I just fell in love with you. I'd stroke myself off looking at pictures of you and fall asleep dreaming about you."

Then she went quiet, as if aware she'd said too much.

But Rachel pounced on it. "You stroked yourself to pictures of me in sexy lingerie and teeny, weeny little bikinis, eh Raewyn?"

Raewyn looked up sheepishly and nodded. Rachel went on: "That's naughty, isn't that naughty, eh girls?"

Aunt Jackie and I nodded. "Did you think naughty things, Raewyn?" asked Rachel, her voice inexorable.

"Yes," admitted the stacked young blonde, her voice a whisper.

Then Aunt Rachel stood and stepped in front of where Raewyn was seated, her long, brown legs apart, her hands bunched fists on her lush hips, her buttocks revealed in their naked glory in her g-string.

"That's really very, very naughty, isn't it Raewyn?" said Rachel, in an icy tone of voice. From where I sat I couldn't see her face, but I could imagine she was staring Raewyn down.

"Yes," whispered Raewyn again – and then something quite magic happened.

Raewyn stood up – for an awful moment I thought she was going to run out on us – then sank slowly, almost as if in slow-motion, to her knees and pressed her mouth down on Aunt Rachel's hugely expensive high heels.

"That's a good girl," said Rachel, her voice now soft, caressing and calming. "You know you've been naughty, you know you've got to be punished and you want Rachel to punish you, don't you?"

The tiny whisper of "Yes, Rachel" was more of a squeak.

"We're going downstairs now to the games room, my dear where all those naughty little teenage dreams of yours are going to turn into reality. You want to go down there with me, don't you, Raewyn?" said Rachel, her voice now a purring persuader.

Then the 40-year-old former lingerie model lifted Rachel to her feet, smiled at me and Jackie and walked to the stairs leading down to the basement. "And you two Pommy perverts can watch – I know you're both wetting yourselves," she said, softly. "Only give us five minutes, while I get Raewyn ready."

As the pair disappeared down the stairs, I moved from the easy chair where I had witnessed Aunt Rachel's bravura performance and sat beside Aunt Jackie. We were both so aroused by what we had seen that we collapsed into each others arms, our mouths locking in a long, tongue-to-tongue smooch.

Then I pulled away. "You bitch!" I hissed, "you told Rachel about her and everything she told me in that hospitality suite, didn't you?"

Aunt Jackie grinned a wicked grin. "Course I did, silly," she said, "I thought why beat around the bush, let's get it on. Am I wrong? Raewyn's lapping it up, isn't she?"

I confessed that she certainly appeared to be, then we walked, hand-in-hand, down to the basement torture chamber.

The sight that greeted us when we entered the basement games room was stunning. Raewyn was still wearing her high heels, but the bikini was gone! Her naked body was now strapped down over a lovely big, black leather flogging bench, her buttocks great mounds of suntanned flesh, her shaved pussy displaying just a wisp of pubic hair at her mons.

Aunt Rachel was selecting a supple-looking black leather lash. She indicated to us to take our places on the couch which stood some feet off to the side of the strapped down nude, the black leather belt across the small of her back gleaming under the dungeon's strip lighting.

"Now Raewyn," said Aunty Rachel, as she stepped in front of her bound victim, "let's discuss your disgustingly perverted fantasies – they are disgustingly perverted, I hope?"

Raewyn admitted they were. "Good," said Aunt Rachel, "I'd hate it if you were a boring little slut."

Then she bent slightly until her breasts were level with Raewyn's eyes, but a foot or more from the bound woman.

Rachel pulled on the little triangles of satin material, laughingly called "cups" – they were more like tiny saucers! Then she dragged them across her breasts and revealed her pert 34-inchers, the nipples thick with arousal.

"You want to suck these breasts, don't you Raewyn?" she said, huskily. "You've dreamed of this moment for years, haven't you?"

"Yes," Raewyn admitted, in a voice that was close to a sob.

Then Rachel stood erect and stepped out of her lovely little black g-string, displaying her shaved pussy, her labia lips thick and glistening at her crotch.

"You want to suck this pussy, don't you, Raewyn? You've fantasised and fantasised about how it will feel, how it will taste, haven't you?"

"Yes," came another little sob.

"But first," said Rachel, extending the poor blonde's anguish, "you've got to be punished, haven't you?"

My hand strayed to my pussy, a sopping wet pussy, so aroused was I by this teasing, oral torment. Aunt Jackie, I noticed, was doing the same thing!

"Yes," said Raewyn, in a rasping voice to Rachel's latest verbal tease.

"Yes," she whispered, again. It was one little word, but a little word that had so much more meaning. What it really said was "Yes, yes, I want to lick your breasts, I want to suck your pussy, but please, please, start my whipping so I can enjoy your beautiful body."

At last the wicked woman relented and almost swiftly, she walked behind her victim and with a sweeping left-armed swoop the lash slashed down across Raewyn's stunning arse. The "thwock" it made as it caressed the naked flesh was so erotic, my finger work increased a notch.

Then the next blow came, and now two thin red stripes crossed Raewyn's wonderful globes, obvious even above her deep sun tan.

Four more cracking blows thrashed down on Raewyn's erotically trembling buttocks, then Rachel walked in front of the naked blonde. But if Raewyn thought her domina's taunting was at an end, I'm afraid she was sorely mistaken!




Carly Goes Down Under Ch. 03



Instead, Rachel held out the lash so that the tip grazed against the pretty woman's lips. "Thank it, Raewyn and beg it for another six from the other side – I'm afraid my right arm is a bit stronger!"

And the bondaged blonde kissed the little lash and whispered: "Thank-you for my six strokes, please give me another six!"

Aunty Jackie and I continued our mutual masturbation and Rachel now flogged Raewyn's great arse six more times, this time using her right arm to propel the leather onto its target.

Mercifully, Rachel did not prolong her teasing of the lush blonde, but after she had received a grand total of 12 strokes, Raewyn was released by her tormentress, made to kick off her high heels and ordered to kneel on the flogging bench, knees apart, hands behind her, grasping her ankles. This displayed her superb body in a mouth-watering pose, her heavy breasts full and proud, the nipples, surrounded by tiny areolae, thick and suckable.

Rachel then stood in front of the naked blonde and placing a gentle hand on her pony-tailed head, pulled her mouth forward. Raewyn's mouth made noisy slurping sounds as she sucked, kissed and nibbled at the former lingerie model's still firm breasts.

Then, with a laugh, Rachel pushed Raewyn's head back, slipped out of her high heels and stood up on the leather seat of the bench, placing her feet on either side of the blonde's body.

"OK, my lovely little slave," said Rachel, still playing the domme, "live the reality!" And Raewyn's mouth this time slurped and sucked noisily at Aunt Rachel's pussy, the older woman's lovely buttocks clenching and unclenching as she experienced an eager mouth working hard to bring her to climax.

A minute or two, no more, and the blonde hospitality suite hostess was working the oracle as the 40-year-old thrust her groin to a graunching, grinding, wonderfully noisy orgasm.

Rachel stepped down from the bench, replaced her high heels on her feet and nodded to her sister. "Over to the chair, Jackie, you're next," she said, and in a flash my aunty was gone from her place on the couch beside me to the easy chair.

Sitting there, her thighs splayed on the arms, she awaited Raewyn's arrival, but first Rachel had to continue with her oral domination of the 28-year-old.

"Now, Raewyn, you've been very nice to me, but I want you to be nice to my friends as well," she said. "First it's Jackie and I know you'll find her pussy extremely tasty."

Raewyn still knelt on the bench, her hands clasping her ankles, panting slightly like a dog awaiting its release from a leash to fetch a stick thrown by its mistress.

"On all fours and crawl to that lovely snatch," said Rachel, curtly and Raewyn almost leapt to the floor and started to crawl across to where Aunty Jackie sat, her criss-crossed buttocks wobbling slightly as she moved.

When the blonde had reached her second "meal" of the session, Aunt Rachel told me: "Carly, we have you to thank for the fact that young Raewyn is spending the week-end with us. Go over and spank her lovely tush while she works on your aunty!"

As Raewyn reached Aunty Jackie's position, I knelt beside her nude figure and placed a hand for the very first time on her luscious globes, stroking them prior to giving her her first spanking from me. Raewyn's mouth was making those slurping sounds again on Jackie's sopping snatch and I raised a hand and brought it down smack across our slave's right buttock, which wobbled deliciously under the weight of my blow. Then I treated her left buttock to a similar caress.

From her position on the easy chair, Aunt Jackie, her voice throbbing with excitement at Raewyn's oral adoration of her pussy, asked: "I know you're stroking her pussy after each stroke, Carly, so tell me – is she as wet as I am?"

"Yep, sure is," I said, and I stood and offered my aunty the fingers of my spanking hand, wet and sticky with Raewyn's aroused sex juices. Jackie sucked keenly on my fingers, then said, approvingly: "Mmmm, what a tasty pussy this darling has!"

Then I resumed my spanking, each stroke interspersed with a flick along Raewyn's sex trench, as the blonde steadily, inexorably brought my aunt to a shuddering, shouting, then yelling orgasm.

"Right," said Rachel, who was clearly enjoying her "mistress" of ceremonies role, "change places."

I peeled off my PVC bikini bottom, which had helped make my pussy hot and sweaty, along with the sticky sweetness of my sex juices, and spread my thighs so Raewyn could have unhindered access to my minge.

The instant I heard Aunt Jackie's hand land "Splattt" on Raewyn's arse cheek, the lovely blonde's tongue went to work on my wetness. I was so aroused by the fact that I had witnessed Aunt Rachel's teasing, then flogging, and by my spanking of the lush-buttocked beauty, that I was soon spiralling to ecstasy as her mouth worked me to a noisy, graunching climax on her mouth.

As I recovered from my excitement on Raewyn's mouth, Rachel helped the blonde to her feet. "Get your high heels back on," she instructed her, "I've got a final piece of pleasure for you before we go upstairs for pre-dinner drinks."

Raewyn was soon shod, and Rachel then helped Jackie bring the dungeon's portable flogging frame into the centre of the room.

I helped bind the blonde into place, attaching her ankles to the bottom straps at the foot of the side poles, while Rachel and Jackie imprisoned her wrists in the upper straps. Soon we had her stretched out in an elongated "X" ready for what Rachel said would be the session's finale.

"Rubber floggers, girls," said our "Mistress" of Ceremonies, and as Aunt Jackie and I selected the lovely rubber cats o' nine tails from the whip rack, Aunt Rachel placed a leather bench in front of Raewyn's bare box.

"Take up your positions, girls," said Rachel, "one in front, one in back."

"Bags me for her arse!" I shouted, moving swiftly behind Raewyn's straining back, buttocks and lovely calves. Aunty Jackie stepped in front of our slave for a full frontal assault.

"Now don't worry, Raewyn," said Rachel, as she settled comfortably on the bench, "these rubber things sting a little, but they don't really hurt."

Raewyn's response was, possibly not surprisingly, a fervent plea: "Eat me!"

"OK, girls," called Rachel, "start stroking while I start licking!"

And her mouth descended to Raewyn's shaved pussy, its sex lips and labia pouring with aroused juices. I brought the flogger back and thrilled as it went "Tisssssh" on those gorgeous buttocks. Simultaneously, Aunty Jackie's weapon cracked across our bondaged beauty's big boobs.

Aunt Rachel concentrated on her oral worship and soon, as Jackie and I made Raewyn's body arch and writhe in the flogging frame, that worship started to pay dividends, and after a couple of minutes' work, the blonde was gasping, grunting and finally groaning "I'm cummmming" as the frenzy of the climax ripped through her groin.

The reverie of that first, intense session with Raewyn was still burned in my memory, but the next thing I knew I was being shaken on the shoulder.

I opened my eyes and was startled to see Aunty Jackie smiling down at me. It was now dark, lights in blazing braziers flickered around the pool. I must have fallen asleep on the sun lounger, thanks to the effects of my long flight and Uncle Rick's hugely strong Aussie red.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," smiled my aunt, clad now in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt to ward off the late evening chill. I saw that I had been draped in a couple of large towels to keep me warm.

Aunty Jackie was holding a mobile phone. "It's Raewyn, she wants to talk to you," she said. "Would you like to take the call?"

Would I what!

To be continued...