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Seduction of an Innocent Ch. 01

By: trevorm



How delicious it is to lead a beautiful young lady astray...

It had been about six months since I moved into the suburban town of Brentwood, New Jersey, near where my brother lived with his wife and two daughters. I worked for a large real estate firm in the area. I was a high-flyer, a go-getter and I had made the position of vice-president inside of three years. Not bad for a small town girl with no real qualifications. I was ambitious and ruthless. I would not allow men to walk over me. It was hard work, but I loved my job and it had made my life very comfortable indeed. For that at least, I was extremely grateful. I was single, young in spirit, and my life motto was: Work hard, play hard, sleep like a baby. But boy, did I really like to play hard when I got the chance.

After a recent visit to my brother's home, I had found myself fantasizing about my two nieces, Becky and Liz. Both girls were absolute beauties. Becky was particularly feminine and had recently turned eighteen. I just loved her innocence; it really did something to me. She seemed to bring out my naughty side so easily. She had long blond hair, big brown eyes and a little button nose. She was petite, but had blossomed into a lovely young woman, with flared hips, firm bosom, and tiny waist.

Liz, her elder sister by three years, was also very attractive, but in a more sophisticated way. She was a little taller with long dark auburn hair. She worked for a law firm and was very much the 'get-ahead-career-woman' in her expensively-cut suits and designer specs. But I'd really had my eye on the lovely Becky for quite a while now. She was so much the sweet little-girl-next-door type that always appealed to me -- I find innocence in another such a turn-on and a challenge. We'd always gotten along very well together. She and I had sometimes engaged in occasional eye flirting. It was just an innocent game to begin with, but I detected an undercurrent of mutual attraction.

My brother's family was quite conventional and straight-laced. To me they all seemed rather sexually repressed. I considered how delicious it might be to weaken the barriers created by Becky's conservative upbringing and welcome her into my world. In fact, that was all I'd been thinking about. It had become an obsession with me. I'm sure my brother and his wife would've been shocked if they'd known what naughty thoughts I, a mature woman of 39, had been courting about their youngest girl.

A while ago I finally managed to break the ice between Becky and me -- not that there was much ice to break. But we'd always kept our distance and acted in an appropriate manner towards each other as befits an aunt and her niece. Our relationship moved up a notch when we found ourselves unexpectedly alone on a park bench during one of our little 'walk-and-talk' sessions.

We were resting after a particularly long stroll in the hot sunshine. While we sat and got our breath back I became overwhelmed by the terrible urge to kiss her. I couldn't resist it. I took a chance and moved on her. I had it in mind that as a 'get-out' - that is, if she turned her head away, I would make some excuse like, "I thought I saw a little mark on your face that needed wiping off," or suchlike. But to my pleasant surprise she didn't flinch and allowed me to kiss her softly on the lips. It was quite sweet and innocent really, although I got the impression she may have been prepared to go further - had we not been interrupted, that is. A man walking his dog happened to come along at that moment and that, for the time being at least, was that. The spell had been temporarily broken. I would have to wait for another opportunity. Thus far our relationship hadn't progressed beyond that first kiss.

The thought of possessing Becky's sweet youthful body, making her all hot and worked-up really turned me on. The process of seduction followed by corruption is a powerful drug to me.

The summer had finally arrived. It had been a long time coming. Our extended families were due to go on a trip to the beach for a few days on New Jersey's South Shore. My sister, Becky's mum, was with us, along with a gang of our cousins. We had rented a number of holiday apartments for the few days we were on vacation.

It was plain crazy when we were altogether on the beach, kids everywhere, screaming for suntan lotion, snacks and all kinds of stuff that kids love. Becky and I had always enjoyed chatting with each other. I guess she found me easy to talk to and a welcome change from her parent's staid attitude to life, particularly her mother who had had a strict catholic upbringing, so we kept our towels together, but slightly apart from the rest.

I was wearing a one-piece bathing suit underneath a top-shirt of cheesecloth and when I took my top off I noticed Becky's eyes almost popping out much to my amusement. I'm rightly proud of my bust and on this occasion I was fully aware that my nipples were firm and poking through the snug lycra swimsuit. I milked the attention for all it was worth, accentuating my bust by breathing deeply and steadily. I kept my eyes on her as she blushed deliciously, highlighting the one or two freckles on her nose.

We settled down on the warm sand. She had a fashion magazine, and I, a steamy Jackie Collins novel. But my mind was more concerned with my niece's naughty bits than with Collins's naughty prose. I asked her to rub some sun-bloc into my shoulders. She was only too pleased to oblige. I lay face down on the towel and she slipped off my shoulder straps.

"You've got a lovely tan already, Aunt Kate," she said squirting some lotion into her hand. "How do you manage it when you work all the time?"

"Well, I guess I'm lucky to work close to a health gym. I sometimes 'top-up' on the sun-bed during lunchtime. It helps maintain my tan all the year round."

She had a nice, firm yet sensitive touch and seemed to enjoy massaging the lotion right into my skin. I was disappointed when she'd finished, it had almost sent me off to sleep with a wet pussy.

"Would you like me to do you now?" I said, looking at her sideways and raising my sun-glasses.

"Oh, yes please. Great!"

"Lie down, then."

I unhooked her yellow bikini top and squirted the Sunbloc across her shoulders and back. She shuddered as the cold lotion made contact with her hot skin which was a gorgeous honey colour. Becky was a true beauty in every sense of the word.

As I worked the lotion in she moaned inwardly and I tried to imagine what she would look like tied to my bed with black silk ribbon, her legs spread and defenceless. The wonderful liberties I could then take with her as she lay helpless, yet perhaps begging for more. I wondered what her face would look like flushed with orgasm after I had mercilessly teased her to it.

My fantasizing had got me wet. I hoped to god it wasn't obvious.

"Say Becky? How about you and I going for a walk down the beach later on? You know, when we've both had enough sun."

"Oh yes, Aunt Kate! That would be marvellous. Maybe we could visit the lighthouse."

She smiled, showing the braces she now wore. These were a late addition as far as her orthodontist was concerned, her parents finally persuading her she'd look so much better with her teeth straightened. They made her look so much younger, kind of 'little-girl' cute, and that suited me fine. It made her so appealing, and me... feel so deliciously wicked.

An hour later I mentioned to Judy (Becky's mum - my sister) that we were going for a walk so she wouldn't suddenly miss us. She looked relieved to have one less to worry about. Judy was overly protective, I felt.

Becky and I started off down the beach. The sun was high without a cloud in the sky, although it wasn't unbearably hot because it was still early in the season, and the sand felt wonderfully cool squeezing between my toes. There was a sensuality about it. It got me thinking about things - about my life. Becky was right, I really did seem to be working all the time. All this sea and sand and fresh air and gorgeous company reminded me that there was much more to life than selling real estate.

The crashing waves seemed to have an hypnotic effect as we left the crowded beach near the parking lot and headed towards the old lighthouse. Becky smiled radiantly at me, then looked out to sea, and back to me again, still smiling. It was nice to know she was happy and comfortable in my presence. If she only knew the truth about my intentions? Perhaps then she wouldn't feel so relaxed? She was so delightfully innocent I almost had an attack of guilt -- almost but not quite. I had to keep reminding myself that she was 18 now, a young woman, not a little girl. Although, I could pretend she still was...

I soon gathered myself, the delicious anticipation of what was to come washing away any pre-occupation with guilt. She'd never in a million years guess what her sweet aunt had in store for her later that day.

We chatted about how boring it was to live in New Jersey in general, and Brentwood in particular; about her classes at college, and how she couldn't wait to get back there in the fall.

We went around a curve in the beach and the hubbub of the madding crowd receded in the distance. The lighthouse stood against the clear blue sky like a giant white candle. Each step seemed to get us no nearer. It was obviously further away than we thought. I became concerned. I didn't want to waste too much time getting there and investigating. There were important issues to attend to. I had to make my move soon.

"Becky sweetie," I smiled, sweetly yet at the same time wickedly. "Do you know why I invited you out here on this little walk?"

"Umm, I -- I don't think so." She looked tentative - and fantastically innocent.

"But you must have some idea?" I said, teasingly. "Well, I suppose we like each other's company, don't we?"

"We surely do, honey...Well... you remember that little kiss I gave you when we were in the park?"

"Oh yes, Aunt Kate, how could I forget? You really did take me by surprise,"

"Well, I'm sorry if I frightened you-"

"Oh, don't be sorry. You didn't frighten me. I thought it was sweet of you. To be honest, I sort of wanted it to happen."

"You did?"

"Uh-huh. I can't begin to tell you how I really feel about you. I'm afraid of what you might think."

"There's no need to be afraid, sweetheart. As long as you're happy."

"Are we going to kiss some more?"

"Of course, if that's what you want?"

"I would like that very much. I love having you around. You make me feel important and nice."

"Thank you. You too." I took Becky's hand and squeezed. She reciprocated.

We walked over toward some dunes. The beach looked sheltered there, we would be out of sight. Not that it mattered, there was no one around anyway. The lighthouse seemed just as far away as ever, standing in the bright white sunlight, beckoning us, yet remaining tantalizingly out of reach. A gust of wind suddenly whipped gritty sand against my cheek and into my eye, blinding me for a second. That gave me an opportunity...

"Oops...Something in my eye.... Just sand, probably. I'll have to stop for a moment. I can't see!"

"Look... Come on, over here!" urged Becky, leading me by the hand. "There's a place we can sit, a large dune, we'll be sheltered. No one will see us. I'll have a look for you."

We walked a few steps through the loose sand. I slipped my arm round Becky's tiny waist, hanging on to her. We reached the dune and sat down. I sat cross-legged as Becky inspected my watering eye.

"I can't see anything," she said. "It's probably just a tiny grain. Pull your eyelid over. That sometimes does it." She was fussing like Mother Hen now. I'd really sold her.

"But what about the lighthouse.?" I said, feigning disappointment, knowing we weren't going to make it now.

"I think we may well have to forget about it today, I reckon it's still a good half-hour away. I guess we should have started out earlier."

"Oh, rats! You're right, though." I pulled my eyelid down and allowed my eye to water. "Trust me to foul things up..."

Becky aired some light-hearted disappointment, but like myself, I think she had other more important things on her mind. "Oh, Aunt Kate, it's not your fault. We can always go tomorrow."

"Of course we can, sweetie... Ah... That's better!" Becky's face was still close as I wiped my eye. She leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "I thought that would clear it," she said. I could sense the mounting tension between us, Becky's unfulfilled curiosity, my juicing pussy. My seduction of her was well underway.

"Becky, sweetheart, we can kiss a while, get to know each other a bit more. But then I want to teach you some other things -- nice things."

"Like what, Aunt Kate?"

"About love. Let you in on some secrets - secrets only a special kind of woman knows. Don't be frightened. I promise it'll be all right."

"Oh, I'm not frightened, Aunt Kate. Not when I'm with you. You make me feel happy... and special."

"Good. Nice to know I'm good at something, anyway. Now let's lie down and make ourselves comfortable. You can tell me all about high school - see if things have changed much since I was there."

"High school's great. But let's not talk about that anymore today."

"What then?"

"I don't really feel like talking at all... I just fe..."

"That's fine, honey. No talking -- we'll just lie here in the sun and rest awhile."

"And maybe kiss some more?"

"Sure honey, anytime you're ready. But I hope we're going to do a lot more than just kiss. Have you ever gone further, I mean with the boys at High School?" I teased her silky hair between my thumb and forefinger as she lay with her head on my shoulder. "Or another girl, perhaps?"

Becky turned to me as she took the bait. The gentle breeze blew wisps of straw-coloured hair across her blushing face "Sometimes I think about boys, sure. But I also think about girls quite a lot, too..." She stopped suddenly and brushed some grains of sand off her thigh. She seemed troubled, lost in a memory. "I did go out with a guy for a while. He was a total jerk though. It didn't work out and...Well, if you want the truth, Aunt Kate - I did kiss a girl once, but only once. And there was nothing in it. She was a friend of mine and it happened during a sleep-over. It was just a laugh, kids' stuff, nothing more. We'd been drinking and it didn't lead to anything - only sleep." Oh, Aunt Kate, do you think there's something wrong with me?"

"Not a thing, honey." I took Becky's hand and put her fingers to my lips. I could feel her trembling. "It's never wrong for a woman to love a woman. It's one of the most natural things in the world."

"I had this awful feeling at school that I'd be found out and become the butt of everyone's jokes, that they would be laughing behind my back. In the showers with the other girls after games I would feel so shy, embarrassed to look at the others, ashamed of my feelings - that my body would betray me."

I put my arm around Becky and drew her to me, kissing her cheek as I did so. I could taste the salty teardrop that had trickled down her face.

"Hush now, honey. I don't want you to worry about anything. There's nothing wrong with you. In fact, you will soon realise there is much right about you and that your feelings shouldn't be denied. In fact, your feelings should be embraced, not feared. Now trust me. I will look after you."

"You are so nice, Aunt Kate. And such a good friend."

Hmm, she was soon to find out just how good a friend I wanted to be. I wondered how she would react to finding out her favourite aunt, as well as showing her affection, would equally love to have naughty sex with her.

"I'll always be here for you, Becky honey."

At this Becky broke down and sobbed against me. I wasted no time in lowering my straps and freeing my boobs. I felt her heart beating against my chest, heard the sharp intake of breath as she took a nipple between her waiting lips. She felt like a little nibbling bird at my breast, a suckling babe in arms and an electric tingle of desire fluttered inside me.

"Becky, I'm really hot for you...I fancy you like mad if you want to know the truth. I hope we can become more than just good friends, I really do. Do you understand what that means?" With my free hand I very gently stroked the inside of her thigh, down towards her knee, and up again. "Would you like to learn about love from an older woman, to discover the secrets of Sapphic desires? How would you feel about making it with me? I know that's going to sound a bit kinky, me being your aunt. But it sort of adds a bit of spice to it all, don't you agree?"

I watched her face turn a full-bloom blush.

"Oh God." She gulped, "I don't believe this is happening! This is what I've wanted for so long."

"Well, honey, now you can have it."

"What do I have to do?" Becky asked. She sounded nervous, but intrigued.

I hugged her reassuringly. "Nothing really, you just follow your instincts and let things take their course. You're doing just fine already."

It is then that I kissed her, full on and passionately. Her lips were delightfully yielding, her tongue darting, alive and eager. Her hands gripped me feverishly. I had to draw away to get my breath, such was the ferocity of her embrace. I stroked down her neck and back praying she wouldn't get cold feet at the last moment.

"Oh, this is so crazy! I can't believe this is happening to me. It's what I'd wished for a long time and now the opportunity has arrived I'm almost too nervous to take it."

I kissed her again, this time squeezing her pert breasts inside her yellow bikini top. I could feel the pellet-like nipples, so begging to be clamped and pinched. Those beauties would have to wait their turn. There was plenty of work to do yet.

I kissed her neck and flicked my tongue across her ear. She squealed, saying she was ticklish. Her hair smelled of fresh lemon, her body, an intoxicating mix of musk and suntan lotion. She smelt so good, it made my whole body ache with desire. I could've eaten her right then and there. But all in good time.

Far off I heard the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach and predatory gulls on the wind. Finally, after many late nights of wicked fantasies, it seemed one of my wildest was about to become a reality. I could sense my niece trembling in anticipation of the door I was about to open.

A light wind stirred the sands, a chill, or was it a thrill, ran up my back. I kissed Becky again, running the tip of my tongue along her fleshy lips. I pulled back to look into her eyes for a moment. They were swimming with desire. I once again kissed her, working my tongue inside her mouth, tasting the metal wire of her braces as I ran it across her front teeth. It was just like kissing a child, so sweet and innocent. Becky closed her eyes and moaned inwardly as I eased my fingers inside her bikini bottoms. It was difficult not to rush things with time against us. "Becky darling, I do believe you have something nice for me down here, don't you?"

Her breath was coming in short gasps now. I caressed her pubes inside the flimsy material. Her body responded.

"Ooh, Oh my God." Becky moaned and trembled in my clasp, looking into my eyes.

"Hmm, baby. That's a nice warm pussy you have there."

Becky arched her back beneath me, her head lolling from side to side as I began massaging her.

I carefully slid my fingers inside her slippery pussy and watched her face.

"Why yes! What have we here?" I brushed her clitoris with my thumb. Her body shuddered with pleasure.

"Mmm."

"My, oh my. I think we just found the key to your secret door, honey"

I put my arm around behind her as her back arched in ecstasy, resting my hand in the small of her back.


Seduction of an Innocent Ch. 01



"Now... Put your hands behind you and feel for my hand."

"Like this..?"

"Yes, honey. That's just about perfect."

On saying this I trapped both her hands behind her. She didn't struggle. I continued to work my fingers inside her, my thumb massaging her clit in a circular motion.

"Is that nice, Becky?"

"Mmm, hmm..."

"Do you like being held like this while I pleasure you?"

"Uh huh..."

"Would you like to be tied up for real, honey?"

"I'm not sure."

"Would you like to try it? It'll be okay, I promise."

"Oh, I know I can trust you. Oh my god, that feels so nice. Don't stop."

I continued to tease her, bringing her close to orgasm. It would have been so easy to finish her off right there and then, but I wanted to keep her on the edge, never quite getting there so that she'd beg for more. Then I'd let her come down, let the fever subside for a while. Then I'd play with her again, taking her close, but never close enough. Letting her look over the edge, making her feel giddy with the height, then holding her back, not letting her go. It thrilled me to see the blood come to her cheeks. When she looked like she could take no more of the delicious torment I stopped.

"Aah. Oh, Aunt Kate!" Becky's voice was high and pleading. "Do it, for heaven's sake. Don't stop now. Make me come..."

"I will, my sweet. But not just yet."

"Oh pleeease, Aunt Kate. Why not? Why won't you let me?"

"I will, Becky darling. But not here." "What do you mean?"

"I want you to come over to my apartment tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yes, Do you think you can manage that?"

"Oh god, how can you do this to me?" "We have to get back."

"I don't want to go back."

"We have to, honey. They'll be wondering where we are. Well then? Will you come?"

"I don't know. What will I say to Mommy?"

"I'm sure you'll think of something. Tell her you're coming round to play some music or something."

I fingered her clitoris again. I felt she just needed a teeny bit more encouragement and then she would be mine.

"Oh, Aunt Kate, how can you do this to me. Leave me hanging in the air like this."

"Because when it does happen, it will be all the more sweeter for you. If it's worth having, it's worth waiting for."

"Oh shit, this is absolute torture," her eyes fluttered as I slipped down her body and proceeded to rub my own pussy against hers. I let my whole weight rest on her while I kissed her again, exploring her mouth, tasting her. I had her where I wanted her now.

I went down on her, releasing her arms and scooping my hands through the sand under her knees to draw them up towards me. Her legs spread invitingly. I parted her pussy. Her youthful smells were so intoxicating, a musky fragrance wafting from within. My head began to spin. I dipped my tongue inside her, tasting her savouriness. Her body shuddered. I worked her up again, then, just as she was about to come...

"Oh no, Aunt Kate, please no...Don't stop there...That's cruel."

But I was resolute; I would not allow her fulfilment on the beach. I wanted her back in the privacy of my apartment where she would earn her orgasm. I peered over the mound of her pubis and along the length of her body. Her face was framed in the 'V' between her breasts. She was staring right back. I locked her desperate eyes with my own.

"If you want the rest of this, you little slut, you'd better come round to my apartment at 8 o'clock sharp this evening, hadn't you? And you'd better not be late. Your aunt doesn't like to be kept waiting."

I hoped I hadn't overdone the dominant bit. I didn't want to put her off.

At that point she suddenly went into a tantrum, a childish display of temper, like a child who is not allowed to have what it wants. I got up off her, bent down and smacked her face to calm her down. I hadn't anticipated this.

"Now, that's enough, Becky. We have to get back now. They'll be wondering where we are."

She looked shocked. But it stopped her tantrum. She put her hand to her face where I'd struck her. There was a look of disbelief in her eyes. I could see that I'd hurt her, not physically. It was only a light slap, just enough to prick her emotionally. I went to give her a forgiving kiss, but she turned her face to the side.

"Kiss me, Becky. Kiss me and forgive me...Or there'll be no more of this, I promise you."

I could see that that threat had hit home nicely. A fat tear rolled down her cheek. She let me kiss her on the lips. I opened my mouth and wondered if she could taste herself. Things would be okay now. I had made my mark. She would come to my apartment tonight -- of that I was quite certain.

...to be continued...

Will Becky go to her aunt's apartment, and if she does, will the predatory Kate succeed in introducing Becky to her own darker side..?



Seduction of an Innocent Ch. 02



(...continuing the story of Becky's enslavement at the hands of her salacious aunt...)

I knew Becky would come to my holiday apartment that night but I kind of hoped that she'd be just a little late so that I would be able to carry out my veiled threat and begin her subjugation with a light spanking and thus set the tone for the evening. It would also be the ideal opportunity to see how her delectable bottom responded to different kinds of smacks.

I already had certain little tortures in mind to try out on her but one is never quite certain how these things are going to pan out over the course of an evening. I generally have a rough 'game plan' in mind, a framework from which to work around, but I have to build in flexibility and contingency to account for the varying moods and reactions of my victim as we go along.

It doesn't always do to force the issue, Becky was still very young and impressionable, and my sweet niece after all, and I couldn't run the risk of alarming or frightening her off, or upsetting her so much it would cause a family rift, or even worse.

At the same time, I didn't want to be too soft on her. I wanted to be salaciously abusive to her body and allow her to feel pain in the right measures. Most discomfort when administered tenderly, and with understanding, can be enjoyable to the giver and recipient, particularly if a link to sexual pleasure and satisfaction can be established. I would have to walk a fine line to keep things within bounds. I wanted the atmosphere to be 'edgy' but safe. I wanted her to feel relaxed and comfortable in my company, yet not totally so. I wanted to keep her guessing and on the back foot and unable to anticipate what was coming next, yet I still wanted her to have enough confidence to give herself over completely to the things I had in mind for her.

She would be my very own teen-slave for a whole evening, but I intended to get her hooked on being a career submissive within that timeframe. I wanted her to come back for more again and again. In my mind I could already see myself attaching the various restraints and spacers to Becky's lithe limbs at my house in Brentwood when we all returned from vacation. She could come for a whole weekend and I would be far better equipped to provide the necessary props of domination there. Oh, how the thought of it made my mouth water and my crotch tingle.

Here, in this holiday apartment, I would have to rely on the things that were readily available to me - domestic items mainly, wooden spoons and spatulas for spanking, leather belts for whipping, plastic clothes pegs for nipple clamping, teaspoons for light erotic branding etc.

And of course, I didn't have any actual rope for tying up with, but then I rarely use it because it is so cruel and abrasive. I believe you have to be kind to be cruel successfully. Fortunately, I always carry with me, especially on vacations, my trusted black satin ribbons which were all at least a metre long and allowed for multiple binding. I have always found these allow the victim to be restrained in comfort, while being strong enough to withstand the physical resistance and subsequent struggling that particular victim might present, and psychologically they impart trust between 'top' and 'bottom' because of their agreeable sensation on the skin. I have often found that a victim puts up a kind of 'token' resistance initially, paying a sort of lip-service to indicate that they are not entirely willing to be bound and abused before letting themselves go and submitting completely.

The whole psychology of BDSM games is based on forcing or 'persuading' someone else to subject themselves to things that they may never considered enjoyable before, and then bring about a change in them so they come to embrace the thing that was taboo in their mind or even abhorrent to them, and ultimately desire it as a preference to the norm. If we, as torturers can bring this about, we have succeeded in our mission. And as dark and perverted as it seems, it is so very enjoyable to corrupt youthful innocence at the same time.

The truth of the matter is, most of the time potential bottoms enjoy being subdued, tied down and helpless anyway, once they see that nothing really bad is going to happen to them.

So, apart from the few props I have mentioned, I didn't have a great deal to work with. But I did have my piece-de-resistance... my coup-de-grace... and that was my inexhaustible warped imagination and appetite for things kinky - that had always stood me in good stead in the past when the erotic chips were down.

At ten to eight I checked around to see that everything was in place as far as it could be. Preparation is everything, and yet you still have to be spontaneous and natural when the situation demands it.

I set out the satin ribbon ties at the four corners of the bed, just looping them around twice and hanging loose but at the ready. On the bedside table I put a selection of plastic clothes pegs from the laundry room, a couple of wooden spoons and a nice wide plastic spatula, all useful and effective items to spank with, and inside the drawer I put a thin plastic belt from one of my skirts.

It was then I remembered another important humiliation component. I went to the laundry basket and selected from my dirty washing, two pairs of worn panties, suitably smeared and soiled. The fragrance in the gussets almost turned me on. I hoped they would have a similar effect on Becky. I added these to the items in the bedside table drawer. Everything was ready.

I checked myself in the mirror. Not bad, even if I say so myself. I'd decided on a light-blue twin-set, short black skirt, black stockings, and matching bra and panties in black lace embossed with a floral pattern. A pair of black four inch heeled pumps completed the kindly-but-kinky-aunt look. I was dressed to thrill - or to dominate at any rate. I checked my hair and make-up and I was ready for action.

I don't usually suffer with nerves, but I was aware of my heart racing. I think it was just the sheer wickedness and taboo of what was in store for Becky and me. I wonder what my brother and sister would have made of it? The thought nearly made me blush, but not quite. I tried to put it out of my mind and focus on the job in hand.

Much to my chagrin Becky arrived at two minutes to eight. This meant I wouldn't be able to open the evening with a nice bottom-warming for her. Damn! Ah well, I would soon be getting Becky to perform some nice forfeits before too long for any petty misdemeanours I could find her guilty of. It wouldn't be too difficult to invent a few minor but punishable indiscretions.

I opened the door to a vision of pure beauty and innocence. She looked stunning, good enough to eat in fact (and I intended to), smartly dressed in red top, red tartan skirt and white stocking-hose. I bet Becky could have worn anything and it would have taken my breath away at that moment, she was absolutely divine. Her corn-coloured hair swung at her shoulders as she coyly inclined her head, the red of the setting sun behind her threw her petite features into sharp relief.

I had to fight back the desire to take her straight to bed with me right there and then, but I really did want to make her wait for her sexual awakening and anyway, I'm basically a tease. To me the journey to a destination is often more pleasurable than the actual arrival. In this instance I was determined to keep the journey going and delay the arrival for as long as possible. But of course I had to bear in mind that I only had one evening to convert Becky into being the perfect submissive.

"Hi!" She was leaning casually on one arm, the flat of her hand against the porch brickwork, her hips at a provocative angle. Well, maybe she wasn't so innocent after all. But a top can dream, can't she?

"Am I on time?" she asked, brightly.

"Early, actually. I let her in "No trouble with Mom then I take it."

"No, she was fine. I did exactly as you suggested – that we were getting together to play some music. I've brought these."

Becky handed me a couple of CDs from her bag. "What's this?"

"'The Darkness', and... 'The Cure'?"

How naïvely sweet of her, she thought we might actually play some music tonight. The only music I was interested in hearing were her sweet songs of sensual pain as I vented my lust upon her 18 year old body.

"Not my cup of tea, Becky, I'm afraid. I'm more into the classics, chamber music, choral... that kind of thing. I gave her a peck on the cheek. "Very sweet of you though, honey. Put them back in your bag so you won't forget them."

I subtly brushed against her breast as I handed her the CDs, and then let my hand slide down her arm to her wrist. "I'm really glad you came, though."

"Me too. I didn't know you were religious, Aunt Kate."

"What, just because I like classical music? Just a little, maybe. Anyway, I thought everybody in our family was religious one way or another. I'm a member of the local church choir as well, you know."

"Oh Auntie, I'd love to come and see you perform."

I'll see if I can arrange something for the two of us."

Actually, the only performance I was interested in Becky seeing me in, was tonight's, when I would be using all my guile and stagecraft to seduce and corrupt her. Poor little love, she didn't stand a chance. I was beginning to feel the warmth and thrill of sadism and lust stirring within me... and my confidence was growing.

"What are we going to do, Aunt Kate?"

"I thought I'd already made that plain to you down on the beach this afternoon, sweetheart?"

Becky blushed delightfully. "Like... we're going to kiss some more?"

I held her hand and led her through to the lounge. "I sure hope so, honey... and some. Gee, you're so cute. Sit down, won't you? Something to drink?"

"Oh, yes please, Aunt Kate... I'll just have some orange juice with ice if you have it."

"What? My goodness, Becky, is that the best you can do? You're out with the big girls now. – come on, lighten up."

"Mommy doesn't let me drink alcohol at home; she says it's the devil's water."

"Well, my dear little niece, perhaps you haven't noticed, but your mommy isn't around to tell you what to do, and I'm not going to tell on you, so you can stop worrying. Anyway, I insist... tonight we are going to celebrate – that is... the coming together of we two, so I'll be offended if you don't join me."

I started mixing her a screwdriver, but I made it two parts vodka to one part orange juice, twice normal strength, and some fruit and ice. I stirred it and threw in a little pink polka-dot umbrella. My own drink was low on alcohol, high on mixer. Becky wouldn't know the difference from one screwdriver to another. I had to remain in control of my actions and emotions, but I wanted her to shed her inhibitions. I didn't intend to blow this opportunity. I brought our drinks over and sat down on the sofa next to her. I made sure she had a good gulp of hers and then I took the glass from her and set it down on a side table.

"Well, honey. From what you've told me, you've never eaten pussy before?"

She blushed beautifully. "No, Aunt Kate... I told you, it was just kissing."

"You've not even petted with a girl?"

"No, Aunt Kate. Why would I have?"

"I just know that some girls get to try it in high school? You know, like experiment and stuff?"

"It just never happened. I would have liked to, but I guess I was just too afraid."

"Eighteen... and you've never petted, or eaten pussy?"

"God, no, Aunt Kate."

"Did you like what we did on the beach this afternoon, sweetheart?"

"It was wonderful, but I know you were teasing me. I kind of ached afterwards. I felt so unfulfilled."

"Did it make you want to masturbate when you got back?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then did you?"

Becky shook her head. "Uh-uh! I didn't have the opportunity... and I wanted to save myself for you."

"Well, honey. I'm very flattered. Let's hope we can make your wait worthwhile."

I sipped my drink and watched her face, trying to guess her thoughts and emotions.

She chewed her bottom lip nervously.

"Would you like to see my hairy pussy, honey?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Have you ever even seen a mature woman's pussy before?"

"No."

"Okay then. Let's see if I can't put that right."

I lay back in the corner of the sofa and parted my legs. I began rubbing myself through my panties while I kept my eyes fixed on her face, trying to gauge her reactions. She looked kind of embarrassed and let her eyes fall away to her knees.

"Don't go all shy on me, Becky. Look at me; I want you to watch what I'm doing."

I pulled my panties to the side. Becky giggled nervously and went bright red. God, I swear I could feel the heat coming off her face. It was incredible. But at least she was smiling, albeit in an embarrassed kind of way. It was perfect; my actions had just enough sass to make her feel slightly uncomfortable without going too far. I was good at teasing and I could tell she was getting turned on from watching me. 

I put my fingertips just inside the fold and scooped at the juice, and then I held them out to her, all wet and glistening.

"Come closer Becky, honey. I want you to taste my pussy juice."

"Oh, Aunt Kate, you are juicy, aren't you?"

"It's what you do to me, sweetheart. Now open your mouth."

Sweet Becky - she was so compliant. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, like a child waiting to be given a candy. I put my fingers under her nose. "Smell me first, honey, smell your sweet aunt's succulent cunt. I want you to tell me if it relates to what you are about to taste. There you go... breathe in..."

"Mmm, it's quite strong actually, Aunty."

"Good, I'm so pleased. Now taste... That's it... Good girl... Lick them clean. Oh, yeees, that's so sweet of you!"

"Mmm, it's delicious." I could feel Becky's tongue swirling around my fingers, sucking hard like she had a cock in her mouth.

"Now kiss me." I pulled Becky to me and kissed her violently, nipping at her bottom lip until I tasted the blood. She jolted her head back in alarm.

"Ouch! Christ, Aunt Kate. That really hurt."

"It was meant to, dear. And by the time I've finished with you, you will have come to enjoy and embrace the different pains I bring upon your body."

Her hand went up to her mouth. She touched her lip and looked at her fingers. "I'm bleeding."

"Of course, why else did you think I did it?" I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh. "Now kiss me again, Becky. I want to taste your blood."

"Please don't bite me again though, Aunt Kate. I don't like it."

I had my hand on her crotch. It was lovely and warm, and damp. "Is that so, Becky? Well, your lovely little pussy is telling me otherwise. I'm afraid it's giving you away - big time! Now kiss me."

I drew her to me until I could feel the mound of her breast against mine. Then I kissed her, sucking the blood from her tiny wound until the taste of iron filled my mouth. I could sense her agitated breathing, her mounting excitement. When I'd had my fill I released her.

"There, has that soothed it? Now Becky, I want you to masturbate for me. Will you do that for me honey?"

"Well o-okay... You mean right here on the sofa?"

"Yes, dear... Right here on the sofa - give your favourite aunt a lovely sexy show. Be hot and dirty for me. Act like a slut for me, sweetheart."

"Mommy always told me it was wrong for a girl to touch herself there. Like it was a sin? That's why I wish you could do it for me."

"Forget Mommy, sweetheart. I want you to do it to yourself." I dabbed at the blood still oozing from Becky's bottom lip with a tissue. "I'm going to teach you how to enjoy your body and have lots of guilt-free fun."

Becky self-consciously, but rather beautifully, lay back and moved her hand up her skirt and began touching herself.

"Hitch your skirt right up, honey. That's just perfect."

She closed her eyes and seemed to drift off somewhere, rubbing herself through the material of her panties distractedly.

"Get your fingers inside, sweetheart. Pull your panties out of the way and show me that sweet, sweet pussy of yours. I know you're a natural blonde." And Becky pulled her underwear to one side to give me a flash of her superbly pouting down-covered lips. Her eyelids fluttered like two butterflies as her fingers touched wetness. "Good girl, Becky. Rub yourself, darling, excite yourself and show your aunt just what you've got hidden away."

I edged closer to her and pushed her thighs apart with the flat of my hands. Then I wedged my knees between hers to keep her legs open to give me a nicer view. "Go on, baby girl, do it for Auntie. Make yourself nice and juicy." My lewd encouragement seemed to spur her on and she began rubbing herself more vigorously while I kept up the ribald dialogue.

She settled into a nice rhythm and I could feel my own juice oozing. My hand went to my crotch and I began to masturbate while I watched my niece do the same. She let out a series of soft sighs and moans and occasionally her eyes fluttered open to look at me. When she saw that I was joining her in mutual stimulation she smiled, closed her eyes again and went back to work with renewed zest.

I didn't intend to make myself 'cum' yet and I didn't want Becky to do so either. I would wait until she was on the verge of orgasm and then interrupt her. Her sighs were building to a crescendo while I continued to float languidly, but controlled on the edge. Then, just as I knew she was about to 'cum' I leaned forward and slapped her face.

It had the desired effect. It stopped her in her tracks and she looked totally shocked, confused and suddenly self-conscious.

"Stop there, Becky," I said. "That's quite enough. What the hell do you think you're playing at?"

"W-what, do you mean, Aunt Kate? What have I done wrong? I thought you wanted me to--"

"You were going too fast. You are not allowed to 'cum' yet. I want you to earn that pleasure. It will be your ultimate reward for giving yourself to me."

She looked confused and hurt - a delicious combination of emotions. I continued, but now using a more severe tone to my voice. "I want you to strip off for me Becky, and then I'm going to shave you."

"Shave me, Aunt Kate? What on earth for?"

"Must you repeat everything I say to you? Yes, you heard perfectly well what I said. I'm going to shave you, and afterwards tie you down to the bed like we agreed."

"I didn't realise I'd agreed to being tied down, Aunt Kate."

"Oh, I think you'll find that is exactly what we agreed to. Remember - on the beach today?"

Becky was rubbing her cheek where I had just smacked her. A lovely red mark had now joined the overall warm pink glow of her flushing complexion.

"I thought I only said I might find the idea exciting."

"And you will. Now stand in front of me and hold your arms up."

Becky obeyed immediately and I pulled her top off over her head and tossed it on the sofa. She had on a nice white 'uplifter' bra. I reached behind her and undid the clasp. I slid it away from her shoulders and her boobs tumbled free like jellies from the mould. She kicked her shoes off while I unbuttoned her tartan mini-skirt and slid it down to her ankles. She stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. Next were her panties. I hooked my fingers under the elastic and began easing them over the curve of her bottom and the exquisite flare of her superb hips. What a delightful sight she presented to my eyes, smooth youthful skin, lightly tanned to the colour of sand, white patches where her bra and panties had been, and a gorgeous light sprinkling of blonde hair around her chubby mound.

"What a beauty you are, Becky!" I exclaimed. "And I'm bound to say... quite, quite exquisite."

I let my hand float over her bottom, trailing my index finger along her crack. It felt pleasantly humid. I moved my hand around to her front and played with her pubic hair, giving a little tug here and there just hard enough to cause her to take a sharp intake of breath. Then, cupping her vagina, I could feel the gathering dew surrounding the lips.




Seduction of an Innocent Ch. 02



"I'll let you take your own stockings off while I go and get something."

I left Becky to herself for a moment while I went to fetch the electric razor and some 'pre-shave' from the bathroom. As I was going out the door, I turned and said to her, "To have you denuded and shaved is all part of your initiation, Becky. It is an essential component in your overall submission to me." I gave her a little smile and went out.

I returned to find her sitting rather coyly on the Sofa, her arms crossed in front of her breasts with her hands on opposite shoulders.

"I don't remember telling you to sit down, Becky," I said sharply, feigning annoyance. "And what's this sudden sham of modesty? Get up at once, please." She did so. I put the shaving items down on the coffee table and went over to her. "Turn around." She did. "Put your arms behind you – now!"

As her arms came back I locked them with my left hand and with my right I reached around and started menacing her right nipple. "Now Becky, I want you to understand that you must be obedient. That means you should also not presume to do something until you are told. Now, for not waiting to be told to sit down I'm going to have to smack you." And here I gave her three sharp slaps to the side of her right boob - not heavy, just little stingers.

"Ouch, ow, oowww!" She cried out and I quickly muted her protest with a hand over her mouth.

"Don't make a fuss, Becky. I know that didn't really hurt you. But it's what you deserved and you are going to have to accept it. Perhaps now I will see an improvement in your behaviour and accept your fate in a dignified manner."

She sniffed a bit, as she fought to stem the tears that would surely threaten her eyes. The slaps were intended to hurt her emotionally more than physically. I smoothed and petted her breast to ease any lingering sting.

"There, there, sweetheart. It's all right, be brave for me."

Her nipple stiffened between my fingers and then I let her go, turned her back around to face me and said, "Now thank me, Becky."

"Why?"

"I'll ignore the insolence of your back-chat this time. I want you to thank me for correcting you. Now if you don't want me to repeat the medicine you've just had..."

She took the hint. "Thank you, Aunt Kate..."

"For correcting me."

"For correcting me," she repeated.

"Now kiss me and make up, Becky."

This she did, and with such fervour and unreserved passion that I felt sure she would snap my neck if she pulled any harder. Our tongues mixed deliciously, she sucked so powerfully that I felt sure mine would be torn out by its roots. I kept my eyes open while we kissed and watched the tears of submission squeeze out from under her lids. It was a good sign, a beautiful and promising sign. She had responded very favourably to her first taste of physical pain and female domination.

 ...to be continued in Chapter Three...



Seduction of an Innocent Ch. 03



Becky behaved perfectly while I shaved her. I could not have asked for more.

"Do you understand why I'm doing this?" I said, drawing the razor across the top of her pubic 'V' for the first time. Her silken hairs felt like damp moss on a hillside in spring, now softened further by the soap and water. They came away easily and cleanly and I watched the honey-brown fibres swirl away from the razor-head when I dipped it in the water after each harvest.

"Yes, I think so."

"What do you understand it to mean, Becky? Can you explain to me?"

She sniffed and nodded, wiping a stray tear from her eye. "Is it because I am to belong to you and you alone, and this is a kind of symbolic initiation where I give myself over to you completely?"

"Very good, Becky, excellent! I could not have put it better myself. You have understood perfectly your new status. This important procedure will confirm your position in relation to your mistress. It will help consolidate our special relationship."

When I had finished shaving her I bathed the red rawness around her vagina with cotton wool infused with a mild disinfectant. I held her against me with an arm locked around her waist and the cotton wad pressed firm against the newly shorn flesh of her pubic mound. The sting took her breath away. She gave a small inward cry, almost a sigh. I held her tight until she adjusted to the pain and until I felt the defensive tension leave her body. Then I relaxed my hold and lovingly soothed her tender pubis with butterfly-light dabs until all was reasonably sanitised.

When I had finished her vaginal ablutions and after-care I kissed her tenderly, feeling the small bruise on her bottom lip with the tip of my tongue where I had bitten her earlier. There was no taste of blood now, although I considered re-opening the wound, but that would have been too cruel. I then took her by the hand and led her through to the bedroom where everything was ready.

"Stand beside the bed, Becky."

She looked around her. The curtains were drawn closed and a small lamp glowed on a bedside table either side of the double bed. I allowed her to take in the subdued but gently threatening atmosphere of the room. I had managed to create a dark but sensual feel with my improvised props and I silently congratulated myself on the success of my efforts.

She gazed at the bed, her eyes alighting on the flesh-coloured satin bedcover embossed with a floral pattern, and the four black satin ribbons tied loosely at each corner of the bed. I stroked the back of her neck and she shivered at my touch. But it was not cold in that room. I feasted my eyes over her virginal, unmarked flesh, noting the jutting attitude of her impudent bottom in sharp contrast to the valley that was the small of her tanned back. My hands trembled with a pent-up energy, the like of which I had never known before. It was indeed a very special moment.

All was ready for the major part of Becky's conversion, and it was high time I executed my salacious plan to the full.

"Turn around." I said, rather brusquely helping her to do so with a firm hand on her shoulder. My tone had become distinctly cooler. Any future endearments would be saved for afterwards, when I would have to soothe and placate her following her conversion.

I drew her to me so that my breasts (which were still enclosed) pressed into her bare back. I could feel the warmth of her splendid bottom against my crotch. We were the same height and perfectly contoured to each other. I played with her breasts, fairly roughly, squeezing, pulling at her nipples, pinching, rolling. I heard her sharp intake of breath and felt her back arch away in natural reflex. But I held on and drew her close again.

"Do you like it?" I said, twisting her nipples as if tuning an old radio set.

"I think so, Aunt Kate. It hurts a little."

"Good. I want you to come to terms with any pain you feel. I want you to embrace it, to love it."

"I'll try."

"I know you will. You won't let me down." And here I pinched both nipples, with varying degrees of pressure. They felt plump between my forefinger and thumb. She made a subdued little squeal, followed by a sigh of what sounded like pleasure. "Good girl, see how much you can take for me."

Then I led her over to the full-length mirror. I was still behind her, still playing with her breasts, kneading, teasing, pinching. Her eyes were closed, her breathing now ragged.

"Open your eyes, Becky. Watch what I'm doing to you. See the marks appearing, observe how dark your nipples have become."

Her eyes fluttered open. My chin was on her shoulder, our faces side by side, looking into the mirror. I could smell her sweet breath. "You are very beautiful, Becky. Perfect! Almost too perfect in fact. And that's what makes it such a pleasure to mark you for my own, and then to steal from you, to deprive you of such supreme innocence and beauty that is at the moment yours alone. Your beauty, your innocence, your pureness will empower me. I will drink it in, devour it in the way that a vampire feeds on the blood of its victim do draw new life and strength."

I gave her a peck on the cheek. "I want you to understand how it is, that's all. Do you love me Becky?"

"Of course, Aunt Kate... more than anything in the world."

"You will have to prove it. I require you to demonstrate your love to me by your willingness to accept pain."

"I will if I can, of course I will."

"Let me hear you say it first." I began menacing her nipples again, which by now must have been getting rather tender. "Say, I love you more than anything in the world, Aunt Kate. And will do anything to prove it."

This she did, word for word and with perfect diction. I kissed her again.

"Do you love me too, Aunt Kate?"

"You will have to earn my love and respect first, Becky, but I'm sure you'll succeed. You're doing just fine."

"I want to, I really want to. But I'm afraid of being hurt, of not being able to take what you require of me."

"There's no need, Becky. The pain I bring upon you will never be more than you can stand, I promise you."

"Why do you have to hurt me at all? Why isn't it enough to just kiss, make-out and stuff?"

"I have to know that you are worthy, worthy of your mistress's love."

"I understand."

"Good. All you have to do is accept everything I do to you as good."

"Yes, I do accept it."

(to be continued in Chapter Four)  



Seduction of an Innocent Ch. 04



"Perfect!" I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her long and passionately and then releasing her. "First I am going to spank you."

I led her over to the bed and ordered her to touch her toes. She did so. I delivered around half-a-dozen smart smacks with my right palm to her nicely presented bottom. This brought a nice pink glow to her cheeks. She accepted them silently for they were not hard. I then asked her to climb onto the bed and get on all fours facing the headboard. I caressed the warm skin and slyly tickled her bottom-hole and gave the lightest of touches to her newly-shorn cunt. She was already moist.

"Well, well, well." I said. "What have we here?" I think this naughty girl deserves a more severe spanking. I can see she enjoyed that last one a bit too much. It's obvious she is very excited about being spanked by an older woman."

I picked up the plastic spatula from the bedside table and flexed it between my hands. I tapped her right buttock with it. "Come on, Becky, don't slouch. Let's have that naughty bottom in the air so I can spank it properly."

Again she obeyed, dipping her tummy and jutting her posterior higher to make the perfect target. I then gave her another half dozen smacks, three on each fleshy summit, slowly, methodically. This time each whack was met with a sweet little sigh of appreciation.

"Am I being too lenient with you, Becky? Is it too enjoyable for you? Should I do it harder?"

"Yes, Aunt Kate. I think I can stand it a bit harder."

"Excellent." I checked her wetness again. "You really are a sticky little madam, aren't you Becky?"

She didn't answer.

"Do you realise that you're absolutely soaking, you little whore?" I wanted the derogatory remarks to sting her emotionally, as well as excite her sexually.

"Touch yourself. See what an insolent little whore you have become already."

She did so.

"Now lick it. Lick your fingers and taste it." She appeared reluctant to do this, so I exchanged the light, whippy spatula for a fairly meaty wooden spoon and cracked it hard across her right buttock. She yelped delightfully. "Do as I say, Becky. Don't defy me or I'll really give it to you."

She complied, licking and slurping at her wet, glistening fingers. "Do it again. Scoop up more juice and eat it."

She did.

"Now masturbate for me. It will help link the pain I'm about to give you with something pleasurable. I'm going to give you twenty really hard spanks with the spoon and I want you to keep masturbating while I do it, okay?"

"Okay," she nodded.

"But you mustn't cum yet. It is only to be a spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down."

"Okay."

I ordered her to start and waited until she was into a steady rhythm before I commenced hitting her again. This time I was quite but not severely hard on her, but her bottom reddened quickly and beautifully and was slightly bruised at the end. She kept her side of the bargain, bearing up stoically and continuing to masturbate all through the spanking. She gave a delightful little yelp as each blow landed. It was music to my ears -- the splat of wood on her flesh, followed by the little yelp, and occasional sigh. I was almost wetting myself.

I hauled her to her feet and again took her to the mirror so she could witness her marks. Her whole bottom was a glorious palette of stripes and blotches, pinks, reds and faint purples. I would have to warn her about exposing herself until the marks had faded. What on earth would her mother and father think? Try and explain that away. A little bit tricky I think.

I took her back to the bed, pushed her onto her back and tied her to the four corners, tight enough to secure her, but allowing her some liberty of movement. All the while I was tying her down she looked into my eyes adoringly. I hadn't expected it to go this well. I'd secured her legs in such a way that would give her a certain range of movement, while still keeping her legs separated enough to expose her sweet cunt and leave it vulnerable to abuse and delicious sexual tease.

In fact I started on her right away, tickling her with a goose feather that I always carried in my travel bag. Without the encumbrance of pubic hair it was easy to affect a maddening tickle around the exterior of her vagina which had her squirming and giggling deliciously. I stopped to let her rest after about five minutes of sustained torment and took my light-blue twin-set off. First the cardigan and then the top so that I was just in my bra. It was hot work exciting a young girl to the point of orgasm, and teasing her to the point of insanity.

I then took up the feather again, carefully parted her pussy lips, and started work on her internally. When I passed the feather lightly over her clitoris her body jerked as if subjected to a sudden electric current. Her legs yanked at their bonds and her torso arched and writhed in a bid for freedom, but it was futile. I had secured her well, and satin is quite a resilient material. She pleaded for me to stop but I ignored her and pressed on. The juice was running freely from her vagina. It looked so inviting I would not for long be able to resist partaking of her delicious honey.

Her cries were becoming increasingly vociferous. I decided it would be safer to gag her. I didn't want any of my neighbours getting nosey.

I got my soiled panties from the drawer and teased her with them, rubbing them into her face, forcing her to sniff them, especially the gusset. Then I pinched her nose close so that eventually her mouth came open and I rolled the panties into a ball and stuffed her mouth with them. I tied another length of ribbon around her head to keep the gag in place and then I resumed my tickling of her poor defenceless pussy. I was really turned on by her frantic writhing and squirming as I took her to the very limits of madness and orgasm and then when I judged she'd could not take any more I tossed the feather aside and went down on her, my tongue taking over where the feather had left off, only this time I teased and stimulated her with an end in mind. Becky smelled and tasted divine, despite the traces of disinfectant I had applied earlir. Several times I took her to the very edge and then made her wait, but finally I allowed her cum, her juices running freely and soaking my chin. I could hear her muffled, joyous cries of relief as her pelvis arched. I scooped my hands under her sore bottom and pressed her cunt against my mouth and sucked the sweet fluid from her. There was an almighty shudder through her body as her long awaited orgasm consumed her.

She lay panting and red-faced. I let her rest and took my bra off and started kissing her mouth and whispering endearments into her pretty ears. Then when I judged her to be sufficiently recovered I clamped her nipples with two pink plastic clothes pegs. I could see her gasp behind the gag as the pain took hold. "Relax," I told her. "Your body will adjust to the pain in a moment or two and then you'll enjoy it."

When she had come to terms with the pain of pinched nipples I removed the gag.

I took my skirt and panties off so I was just in stockings and suspenders and straddled her, leaning forward from her pelvis so that my breasts tipped enticingly towards her mouth.

"Kiss them, Becky. Thank me for letting you cum."

She took each nipple in turn into her mouth and suckled me. The sensation made me incredibly wet. I smothered her momentarily with my boobs, making her fight for her breath. I don't know why smothering with one's breasts is such a turn-on, but it is.

I then relented and edged further up her body until my bush was tickling her cute little pointed chin. I rubbed myself against her as she fought to turn her face away. But my thighs locked her head and I was able to bring my pussy over her lips and nose. I hovered there, taking the weight on my knees, teasing her. "Smell, me, Becky. Smell your aunt's juicy cunt. I want you to lick me, the same as I did for you. After all, it's only fair, don't you think?"

She struggled briefly again to turn her head away to safety, but I held her face clamped uppermost and gradually lowered myself onto her mouth. "Lick me, Becky. Be a good little girl for your aunt." She fought for breath as I smothered her mouth with my hairy pussy.

"Paahh!" She spat against my pubes. "I can't do that, Aunt Kate. I just can't. Please don't make me."

"Look, you little whore... you'll do as you're told, otherwise I'll pinch your poor bruised nipples some more."

I can be very persuasive when I have to be.

To feel her sweet lips in contact with my wet pussy lips was such a triumph for me, and so delightful. I moved around on her face, grinding my stinking snatch against her lips until I felt her tongue at last penetrate me. I pulled on her hair to control the intensity of her nipping teeth, her caressing lips and her diving tongue and also to keep her at it. I rode her mouth all the way to a tremendous orgasm that virtually jack-knifed my body in half and soaked her pretty face into the bargain.

I slid back down her body and began showering her with wet kisses, her mouth, her breasts, her belly and her gorgeous cunt.

"I love you! I love you, Becky so much. You have made me so happy!"

"Oh Aunt Kate... have I really? Have I really made you happy?

"Oh, yes, sweetheart, happier than I can ever tell you. You will come to me again, won't you? I mean when the vacation is over. You will visit me at my home in the fall?"

"Of course, Aunt Kate. I could't bear to be without you for long."

"How do you feel? Not too sore or hard done by I hope?"

"Just a little tender, but I kind of feel it's the price I had to pay to belong to you."

"And belong to me you shall, sweetheart." And with that I untied her and we made sweet and tender love for an hour before we eventually tore ourselves away from each other, dressed, freshened up and I saw her safely home.

"Remember what I said about keeping yourself covered up for the next few days!" I said, kissing her goodnight and squeezing her hand.

"Of course, Aunt Kate. I'll be careful. I love you so much. Please can we do this again real soon?"

"Of course," I said. "When you're fully recovered I'm sure I can invent some more exciting adventures for us. Perhaps next time I'll introduce you to one of my very special lady friends?"

"What? Why do-?"

"Never mind just now, sweetheart. I'll keep it as a nice surprise for another day. Sleep tight for now and I'll see you tomorrow."

Becky blew me a kiss from the end of the corridor before she went inside her parent's holiday apartment. It had been an eventful day, and a very satisfying one. I wondered what my friend Martha would make of my sweet little niece? I did owe her one hell of a favour after all. But that's another story.

THE END