Aunt Pamela by Ken Bristol (Hetero incest & sex, D/s, Humiliation, 
Scat)


PREFACE

You hold in your hands a shocking exposé of incest, domination and 
sexual humiliation. The fact that this sordid tale takes place in a 
small town in middle America makes it all the more shameful. If the 
prairies of our great land have been afflicted with such perverted 
behavior, this country is in deep trouble.

The actions that bought Bobby under Pamela's power in the first place 
show that the boy has weaknesses that deserve punishment and 
correction; but Pamela's punishment is worse than the original crime 
and serves not to cleanse the boy of the monomaniacal obsession with 
sex that started him on the path to ruin but instead pushes him even 
further in the direction of his weaknesses, resulting in his complete 
subjugation to lust and the flesh.

Don't be deceived by the Bobby Short's seeming willingness to enmesh 
himself in the filthy web of lust and degradation woven by his sinful 
aunt. He isn't responsible for his actions; not when he has been so 
completely brought under her control through her psychological torture. 
Our brave fighting men captured by the North Koreans forty years ago 
can tell you of the power of brainwashing. Just as they are innocent 
for forsaking their vows and revealing more than their name, rank and 
serial number, so is Bobby innocent of reveling in the depravities 
visited upon him by this evil woman.

Virginia is a both a pitiable and a reprehensible character. Pitiable 
in the depths of her sexual compulsions; and reprehensible in the way 
she makes others; her friends at first and ultimately her own father, 
the victims of her lust. Virginia's involvement with Pamela seems to 
have a certain justice -- the controller being controlled, the abuser 
abused -- but two terrible wrongs can make no right.

Indeed, almost every character in the story is ultimately seen to be 
driven by base, animal emotions. Yet, on the surface, to outsiders, 
they appear normal, even model, citizens. The horror of this novel is 
that the scrubbed, shining faces that people turn to the world can 
conceal immense depravity and that this kind of behavior can occur in 
the heartland of out great nation.

As you meet your neighbors on the street, remember the terrible moral 
storm that could lie concealed beneath familiar faces...


Aunt Pamela

The warm sunshine filtered through the trees that marched down both 
sides of the wide street. The shadows dappled the sidewalk under 
Bobby's feet. It was only March; the rains would come again, maybe some 
more snow but today was a taste of summer: almost 70 degrees, with no 
wind and a soft feeling to the air. The boy jogged on at an easy pace 
through the quiet neighborhood. The bucolic Mid-Western town would seem 
idyllic to many but for Bobby, familiarity had bred contempt.

He wasn't really dissatisfied with his life but he viewed Madison as a 
backwater, a place to come from once he got himself turned loose on the 
real world. He was enthusiastic about one thing right now, though. 
Track practice had finished early and he was looking forward to being 
by himself at home. His parents wouldn't be back until six or so and 
his sister would be at the gym until five. He didn't get much private 
time and he relished it. He'd pull out his collection of dirty 
magazines, get his palm all greased up and spend a blissful hour or so 
in onanistic lust.

Rounding the last corner, he slowed to a walk in front of his house, 
then bounded up the stairs to his front porch. He put his key in the 
lock but felt no friction as he turned it. Somebody home, he thought, 
disappointed. He stepped into the cool vestibule, caught his breath, 
then walked carefully through the house looking for signs of life. 
Gazing out the kitchen window with a glass of water in his hand, he saw 
two girls in bathing suits lying on a towel, braving a day, although 
warm for a mid-western March, that wasn't really up to sunbathing 
temperature. Bobby recognized one of the girls as his older sister, 
Mary Beth.

Who' s the blonde in the pale blue swimsuit? Wait a minute...she's 
pushing the hair out of her eyes...there's her face...oh, yeah, what's 
her name...Nancy, that's it...the girl Mary Beth's been hanging out 
with for the last couple of weeks. And look at that -- they've got 
their bra straps off! I'd like to run outside and scare Nancy into 
jumping up; I'll bet she's got a pair. Nah...Mary Beth'd kill me...

Bobby ambled off towards his room, his cock stiffening slightly at the 
thought of catching a glimpse of the older girl's boobs. Passing the 
door to his sister's room, he was distracted by two neat piles of 
clothing on her bed. Feeling a little nervous but drawn as if by a 
magnet, he stepped in for a closer look. A pair of sheer black panties 
on top of what appeared to be Nancy's pile first drew his attention. 
Looking around, Bobby furtively picked them up. They were silky and 
soft. He lifted them to his face and sniffed at the crotch. Whew! 
Bobby's head jerked back as the powerful odor assailed his nostrils. A 
little more cautiously, he bent again to inhale. Nancy's musky 
secretions made him a little dizzy. And very horny, he realized as he 
felt his cock stiffen further in his jeans, pulling at his pubic hairs 
as it tried to uncurl itself. He reached down and fiddled with his 
crotch until his cock stretched out along his belly. He sniffed the 
panties once more, imagining them cradling Nancy's downy pubic mound. I 
wonder what her pussy hair is like, he thought. She's got that great 
straight blonde hair, I bet her cunt hair's the same color. Does she 
have big pussy lips? Probably. She's got a heck of a body, with those 
big, firm-looking tits...

Bobby put Nancy's panties down where he found them and moved over to 
his sister's pile. Her panties were white and silky like Nancy's but 
with a cotton insert in the crotch. His inspection revealed a small 
yellow stain near the front of the double-ply part. How come it's so 
long and skinny? I bet it got all crammed up between her pussy lips and 
she just oozed her cunt juice all over it. Let's see what she smells 
like today...He bent his head and sniffed at the material. His sister's 
scent, familiar to the boy from many furtive snuffling of the girl's 
soiled panties, was milder and fresher than Nancy's.

Moving to the back of the crotch, he found a faint round trace of 
brown; eagerly, he put his nose against it and took a good long sniff. 
Mary Beth's asshole had left a sweet, spicy tang there. He thought 
about kissing here there; it was a forbidden, nasty image that drove 
him wild. Would there be little hairs around her cute little 
bottomhole? What color would it be? Would she wriggle and twist when he 
tried to put his tongue inside? Would her asshole be so tight that he'd 
have to just lick around the surface, or could he work is tongue a 
little way up inside? Bobby shifted his sister's panties to his left 
hand and unbuttoned his fly with his right. He fished out his cock and 
gave it a few preliminary strokes.

He raised the girl's underwear to his nose, found the yellow part at 
the front of the crotch again and took a deep breath. He thought of his 
sister's dark brown pussy hair. He remembered spying on her when they'd 
gone camping. She had a real bush: dark and hairy and dense. He'd have 
to push the hair out of the way with his tongue if he ever got the 
chance to eat her pussy. Nah, he'd never do it but it sure was fun to 
think of it. His fist began a slow tempo up and down his tool as he 
began to breathe faster.

He thought of his sister's dark complexion. She took after their mother 
with her Mediterranean good looks. Bobby's complexion was more like 
their father's: almost-blonde, pink and Nordic. Mary Beth's real dark, 
he thought. I'll bet she's got a dark brown asshole. I'll bet the whole 
inside of her asscheeks are brown. He thought about where her asshole 
had pressed against the white cotton lining of the panties and he 
returned to that spot. He imagined putting his nose to his sister's ass 
and smelling her puckered bottomhole -- the real thing, hot and 
twitching and alive, not the second-hand smell from her underwear. He 
was getting very excited.

He set down the white nylon and picked up Nancy's pants, noticing how 
the blonde girl's dried secretions had made the crotch stiff. He 
sniffed again, relishing Nancy's stronger smell more, now that he had 
gotten used to it. Her odor was sharper, gamier than that of his 
sister; it made his nostrils twitch and flare. His hands moved faster 
on his cock. He was starting to feel close to coming and he looked 
around for a box of Kleenex. No, not on the night stand; maybe on the 
bureau -- he looked over his shoulder...

...and froze in terror. Standing in the doorway in their bikinis, with 
outraged expressions on their faces, were Mary Beth and Nancy. Bobby 
had the immobility of a deer in the headlights as he stood there before 
the two girls, his cock in one hand and Nancy's black underwear in the 
other. He blushed deeply enough to send a flush of warmth to his face; 
he wanted to sink through the floor. The blonde spoke first.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" she asked scornfully.

Bobby was mute; he wasn't sure he could talk if he wanted to and he 
certainly couldn't think of anything to say that would get him out of 
this one. However, Nancy didn't need an answer.

"Go ahead, Bobby, show us how you sniff my panties." Bobby just stared.

Nancy's voice showed more anger as she continued.

"I mean it Bobby, put your nose back where it was."

The boy hesitated, then raised the sheer garment to his face.

"Right in the crotch, huh. Going for the gusto, aren't you, boy? You 
like the way I smell, Bobby? Am I ripe enough for you? I got all sweaty 
today. Take a good sniff. You can start beating your meat again, too. 
Yeah, jerk off for us, Bobby. I bet your sister'd like to see that."

Bobby's hand moved jerkily on his prick. His embarrassment grew even 
more acute as he performed for the girls but his cock stood stiffly 
erect.

"Look at me, Bobby. Look at me while you stick your nose in my 
panties."

Bobby raised his eyes to Nancy's enraged, mocking face. She watched him 
coldly as he sniffed the pungent cloth. His chagrin couldn't overcome 
his excitement. His cock twitched and throbbed in his fist as he stood 
pinned in the gaze of his pretty blonde tormentor.

Nancy stole a glance at her friend. Mary Beth gaped in fascination, her 
gaze alternating between her brother's impressive hard-on and his beet-
red face. The dark girl's jaw was slack; her pink tongue emerged to 
lick fitfully at her dry lips.

"Just a panty-smeller, aren't you, Bobby?" chanted Nancy in a sing-song 
voice. "Just a kid with a nose for cunt. Pussy drippings. Sweaty 
assholes. No guts, though. You don't sniff cunt, just pants. I betcha 
don't eat pussy half as well as you sniff panties."

The blonde girl glanced at her friend and caught her gaze long enough 
for some kind of communication to flow between them.

"Hell, I betcha you never even ate a pussy, Bobby. I think you just 
spend all your time jerking off over your sister's girlfriend's 
underwear."

Nancy nodded to Bobby's sister and suddenly pushed him roughly on his 
chest. Mary Beth, who had been ready for something to happen, if unsure 
of exactly what, added her weight to the charge, knocking Bobby 
backwards onto the bed. Ignoring the clothes that flew in every 
direction, the two girls took advantage of their momentum and fell on 
top of the hapless boy. Nancy sat on his chest facing him and Mary Beth 
lay across his stomach, trapping his cock with her bare midriff. Bobby 
struggled but not too hard; something told him that this was a battle 
he didn't want to win. Nancy's legs were spread and with every heave of 
his chest her pussy slid a little closer to his face. A few curly hairs 
snaked out from under the crotch of her bathing suit.

"You little worm," Nancy taunted as she looked down on Bobby. "Now 
we're gonna find out if you can do anything besides sniff."

Nancy wriggled her hips and her knees slid forward off Bobby's 
shoulders and down onto the bed. She sat down on his face, covering his 
mouth and nose with her bikini-covered pussy.

"Smell that, Bobby. Does it smell as good as my pants?"

She bore down harder as Bobby struggled to breathe.

"You're gonna pay for this, Bobby. And I think I know what to do for 
starters. Hold him down, Mary Beth."

Bobby was quite a bit bigger than his sister and she knew it would be 
hard to hold him down if he really tried to escape. In her search for 
more leverage, Mary Beth slid higher on Bobby's torso, rolling his cock 
against her body and tangling it painfully in the fly of his jeans. 
Nancy sprang to the floor. Standing over Bobby, she reached behind her 
back and unhooked the bikini top. She wriggled her upper body and the 
top fell to the floor, revealing pale breasts that swayed from side to 
side. Her large pink nipples, partially erect, pointed saucily upwards. 
She tweaked the fleshy points while eyeing Bobby.

"You like these boobs, Bobby? Maybe you'd like to suck my nipples? 
Maybe you'd like me to rub your cock with them? Well all you can do is 
look, Bobby."

Nancy dropped her hands to her hips and hooked her thumbs in the sides 
of her bikini bottom. She pressed down until she exposed a inch or so 
of medium-brown pubic hair, darker than her blonde tresses.

"But I've got something to keep you busy. You're going to do more than 
look at this, Bobby."

She lowered the garment until Bobby could see between her legs. The 
smiling girl reached down and rubbed her pussy with two fingers, then 
trailed her fragrant hand across Bobby's face.

"You're going to do a whole lot more."

Nancy impatiently pushed her bikini bottom the rest of the way down her 
legs and stepped out of it. She put one knee on the bed and pivoted 
around it until she was kneeling above Bobby's shoulders but facing his 
feet. She sat back on Bobby's face, capturing his nose between the 
cheeks of her ass. She squirmed back and forth until her pink asshole 
rested on his mouth.

"Okay, Bobby," she ordered, "Give me your tongue."

Bobby obediently licked the puckered rosebud, feeling the ridges and 
valleys. Nancy was a little sweaty from lying in the sun and some of 
the sweat had collected between her cheeks. She tasted salty and sexy. 
He pressed harder with his tongue.

"That's right, Bobby. Make your tongue all pointy. Lick up inside my 
asshole, you panty-sniffing slime."

Bobby felt her sphincter relax and poked his tongue an inch or so 
inside her ring. He lapped at her inner walls, dislodging a tiny piece 
of excrement that her careless teenage hygiene had left in one of her 
crevices. It floated around in his mouth as he licked her bottomhole. 
He couldn't get rid of it, so, suppressing his disgust, he swallowed 
it.

Nancy was enjoying this. She sat down harder on his face and 
concentrated on relaxing her sphincter so he could get up inside her. 
Every so often she backed off enough for Bobby to catch his breath, 
then she sat back down, enveloping the boy in her flesh. He closed his 
eyes, letting her become his whole world: a warm smooth pressure 
covering his face, nearly uniform except for one spot of hollowness 
over his mouth. He worked his tongue avidly up into the slippery 
opening as the blonde girl bore down.

Turning her attention to other things, Nancy addressed Mary Beth:

"Take down his pants, M. B. Let's see what we've got here."

Mary Beth rolled off Bobby, unbuttoned his pants and pulled down on the 
waistband, trying to remove his pants and his underwear at the same 
time. The underwear caught on his erection and, though Mary Beth tugged 
mightily, she was momentarily stymied. She reached for his cock, 
intending to push it back inside his underwear but it felt so good that 
she was distracted. So big, she thought. So warm, so hard on the inside 
and soft on the outside. She hefted it in her hand, then wrapped her 
fist around it. Squeezing gently, she slowly moved her hand up and 
down. Bobby groaned even though his mouth was fastened to Nancy's 
fundament. Mary Beth remembered her task and stuffed Bobby's erection 
awkwardly back into his briefs, then pulled both them and his pants to 
his knees. Without any conscious guidance from her, her hand returned 
to his cock. Nancy watched all this with fascinated interest.

"Jeeze, M. B. Your little brother is hung. Looka that piece of meat!"

Nancy pulled away from Bobby, shifted her hips and lowered herself 
again. This time she presented Bobby with her pussy. As he began to 
lick, she moved back and forth.

"That's right Bobby. You just keep on licking. You just move your 
tongue and I'll feed you just the part I want."

She made him lick her pussy lips, the place between her vulva and her 
bottomhole, then she gradually focused on her clitoris, bearing down 
harder as she became more aroused. Mary Beth toyed with her brother's 
cock, now stroking it, now rolling it around in her hands, now touching 
it in gentle exploration. A little pre-come appeared at the tip. 
Entranced, Mary Beth captured it on the tip of her finger, then tasted 
the salty fluid.

Nancy put her hands on Bobby's chest and bounced up and down as she 
approached her climax.

"Now, you little worm. You're gonna make me come, you slime. I'm gonna 
grease your face. Move that tongue. Lick that cunt. Now. Now. YES."

Bobby felt Nancy's spasms and licked furiously until she pulled away.

After a minute, Nancy rolled to one side and lay beside Bobby but with 
her head at the other end of the bed. She looked up a Mary Beth, who 
was still toying absently with Bobby's cock.

"Hey, Mary Beth, does that thing turn you on? If I had a brother like 
this, I don't know if I could stay outta his pants. Does he make you 
hot?"

Nancy reached over and put her hand on the crotch of Mary Beth's 
bikini. She pushed the thin material aside and felt her friend's pussy.

"You're drenched, M.B.! I think you should go for it. Look at him, he's 
not gonna say no now. I wouldn't care if he did. Who's gonna stop us?"

Mary Beth glanced up at Bobby and saw that it was true -- she could 
fuck him now and he wouldn't resist at all. Not only that but there was 
a look on his face that told her that he'd be a more-than-willing 
partner. Suddenly, the force of the incest taboo seemed to fade away.

"You know, part of me has always wanted to fuck him. Well, at least for 
the last year or so. Look in his wallet -- I'll bet he's got a rubber 
there." she spoke to Nancy.

Nancy scooted over and fumbled around in Bobby's pants, which had 
worked their way down around his ankles. She opened his billfold and 
pulled out a packet.

"Yuck," she exclaimed, "This thing is so old the foil's cracked."

She rolled off the bed and stood up.

"Wait a minute -- I have one in my purse."

Nancy returned, opened the package and handed the condom to Mary Beth. 
The darker girl tossed the white disc on Bobby's belly and gracefully 
stepped to her feet.

"Well, little brother," she said as she unfastened her top, "You're 
finally going to get to see these."

She pulled the cloth away, revealing soft olive orbs. Her dark-brown 
nipples were so crinkled in excitement that they stuck out three-
quarters of an inch. She reached for her bikini bottom, continuing: 
"And, even better, you get to see this."

She pushed the garment down her legs and stepped out of it in one 
motion, then swung one leg over Bobby and sat on his chest facing him. 
He gaped at her open pussy. He could just see the lips peeking out of 
the thick mass of dark brown hair. She looked down at his face.

"Take a good look, Bobby." She scooted forward.

"Take a good sniff, too. See how the real thing compares to my dirty 
panties. Get used to it, 'cause I'm going to fuck you with this pussy, 
Bobby. I'm going to fuck you good."

She pressed her cunt to his face and ground against him, then rolled 
away and knelt by his hips. She picked up the rubber and rolled it onto 
Bobby's cock, then straddled his hips on her knees. She took his staff 
daintily between her thumb and forefinger and moved it back and forth 
against her clitoris. Her voice became loving and earnest.

"You know, Bobby. I've always wanted you to be the first." Then 
suddenly she shifted to a matter-of-fact tone.

"I guess it's a little late for that."

She bore down on him suddenly, forcing him inside up to the hilt. She 
put her hands on his chest and moved her hips in a gentle rocking 
motion. She was just getting into a rhythm when Bobby groaned and 
bucked his hips up and down.

Mary Beth was outraged.

"You asshole! I'm just getting started and you're done!"

She pulled away and bent down to examine the condom. Sure enough, the 
little nipple on top was full of white fluid. She peeled back the 
rubber, stood up and wrapped it in Kleenex.

"Just wait a sec, M.B.," said Nancy in a soothing tone. "Here's another 
rubber. I'll get him hard again real quick."

Nancy knelt on the foot of the bed with her legs astride Bobby's. She 
bent forward and licked the semen from his half-hard cock, turning it 
in one hand to get at all the juices. She took it into her mouth and 
swished it around with her tongue. Never having really gotten soft, 
Bobby's cock returned quickly to tumescence. Bobby moaned under Nancy's 
suckings and lappings. After a few minutes, the blonde girl removed her 
mouth and presented Bobby's stiff cock to her friend proudly, as if she 
had successfully completed a school project. Mary Beth put the fresh 
rubber on Bobby's prick and straddled him once again.

"Now, this time, Bobby, I want you to show a little self-control," Mary 
Beth admonished her brother.

She sank down onto him, engulfing his sensitive penis in her soft, 
slick warmth.

"I'm going to come first, you jerk. Do you understand?" She thrust her 
hips back and forth.

"I'm going to fuck you. You're going to lie there. You've only got to 
do one thing, little brother -- you've got to keep that cock stiff. 
I'll do all the rest."

She pressed her hips backwards and cocked her pelvis so the base of 
Bobby's prick pressed against her clitoris.

"You're the meat. I'm the motion. You tighten those buns and hold your 
cock up, that's all. I'm the fucker. You get fucked. Just hold still, 
little brother. Hips a little higher. That's good." She put her hands 
on his chest for leverage and moved faster against him.

"Now I'm getting hot. That's the way to treat your big sister. Just 
keep pumping blood into that thick piece of meat and I'll get off. You 
like getting fucked, Bobby? Is this the kind of thing you thought about 
when you had your nose buried in my panties? Maybe you thought you'd 
get to be a little bit more active, huh? Well, maybe some other time. 
Right now you just lie there and make sure you don't come too soon." 
Mary Beth's motions assumed a frantic quality.

"I'm real close now, Bobby, I'm going to come all over you. I'm going 
to squeeze you with my hips and squeeze you with my cunt and 
I'm...I'm... there!"

Mary Beth slowed her movements, then looked at Bobby and realized he 
hadn't come.

"It's okay, Bobby," she said as she moved more energetically, "I'll get 
you off. This is for you, now. You made me happy. Now I'll do you. Just 
squirt that stuff into me Bobby. Here, I'll squeeze you some more." 
Mary Beth tightened the muscles lining the walls of her pussy.

"You like that? Makes me even tighter, doesn't it? Come for me, Bobby. 
Come for me." Bobby let go, grimacing and moaning in his release.

Bobby and Mary Beth spent the next few days avoiding each other but 
they soon made their peace with what had happened. Much more than that, 
in Mary Beth's case: after her initial guilt, she began to look upon 
Bobby as a trainable, attractive and handy lover. It was the handy part 
that seemed so great to her. If they were careful about their parents, 
they could get it on whenever she, well, maybe they, felt like it. 
Would Bobby go for it though? She thought so; Bobby had always followed 
her lead and she was pretty sure she could keep it that way. Just to 
make sure, she decided that she needed to get him more committed.

Bobby's feeling were more mixed. He had lusted after his sister for 
some time but it was kind of a safe, distant lust, because he was sure 
that nothing would ever actually happen. Now that something had, that 
meant that he had to look at the possibility that it could again, which 
kind of scared him. On the other hand, ever since the incident, he 
thought about it when he jerked off and the thing that surprised him 
was that most of his thoughts were of his sister. Nancy was a hot 
little number, all right but what you saw was what you got there. Bobby 
was fascinated that Mary Beth's angelic exterior could conceal such a 
wanton bitch. He lay low, staying out of his sister's way and trying to 
keep from confronting his desire for her.

Next Saturday, Mary Beth heard Bobby come home just before midnight. 
She stuck her head out of her door as Bobby came down the hall and saw 
the bulge in his pants she'd been hoping for. She beckoned. Bobby 
hesitated, then tiptoed through her door. She closed it behind him, 
whispering: "What kind of a cruel bitch would send you home with a 
boner like that? Did Marcy leave you all hot and bothered, little 
brother? Did she get you all turned on and then cross her legs? Ooh, 
look at that hump in your jeans, Bobby. I'll bet it's uncomfortable all 
shut in like that. Maybe we should give it some air."

Mary Beth sat down on her bed and fumbled with Bobby's fly. Bobby tried 
half-heartedly to brush away her hands but he was really horny and his 
cock was in charge of his head. Bobby's sister put her hand into her 
brother's pants and searched for the slot in his underwear. The feel of 
her eager paw on his equipment destroyed his last vestige of 
resistance. Mary Beth scooped out Bobby's tool and watched as it bobbed 
up and down, then she darted her head forward and engulfed his shaft. 
Bobby groaned softly as he felt her warm, wet, softness around his 
cock. His knees felt a little rubbery and his heart was pounding in his 
temples.

Mary Beth looked up at his face and was gratified to see her brother's 
eyes almost closed in pleasure. She moved her head back and forth 
slowly, sucking on Bobby's shaft.

As Bobby's breathing became more rapid, so did his sister's movements. 
Bobby's hips moved back and forth involuntarily and he felt his semen 
gathering at the base of his cock. Mary Beth felt the first twitching 
and prepared to swallow as much of her brother's load as she could. 
Trying to keep from making noise, Bobby shot glob after glob of sticky 
white jism into his big sister's avid mouth. She swallowed most of it 
but when she pulled back from his softening prick, droplets ran from 
both corners of her mouth down to her chin.

She wiped herself with the back of her hand.

"Better get out of here before Mom and Dad catch us, Bobby," she said 
as she pushed him in the direction of the door.

Bobby hurriedly stuffed his tool back in his jeans and stumbled off in 
the direction of his room. Mary Beth turned off the lights, climbed 
into bed and fingered her pussy as she stared into the blackness. This 
is gonna work, she thought. After a few minutes, Mary Beth groaned 
quietly as her body spasmed in delight.

Bobby woke with a start. Late again. He jumped out of bed, his stiff 
prick making a conical protrusion in his pajamas. Why is it always so 
hard in the morning, he wondered. Somebody at school had said something 
about the full bladder pressing on something and getting you turned on. 
Bobby didn't know whether he believed it or not. In any case, he had a 
giant hard-on and he had to pee real bad. He'd just go into the 
bathroom and take care of both.

Mary Beth was just coming out of the bathroom as Bobby came down the 
hall. She saw his erection and made a quick decision, holding the door 
for Bobby but then pushing her way into the bathroom behind him and 
closing the door with a flick of her hips. Bobby tried to push her away 
but she fondled his cock through his pajamas as she seduced him in a 
low, throaty voice.

"Well. little brother, got your morning hard-on? I'll bet it's all red 
and angry-looking."

She fished his tool out of the fly of his pajamas. She was right. She 
reached to the far side of the counter and scooped up a little cold 
cream, which she rubbed into her hands. She put her soft, slippery palm 
on her brother's cock and wrapped her fingers firmly around it. Bobby 
groaned, overcome with the pleasure of her touch. She moved her hand 
back and forth.

"Like that, Bobby? I'll bet you were going to do this for yourself this 
morning. This is better, isn't it. After all, what are big sisters for 
if not to take care of their brothers. And I'm sure gonna take care of 
you, Bobby. I'm gonna pump that hot white stuff right out of this big 
piece of meat. Come for me, Bobby. Squirt your juice right here in my 
hand. That's the way. That's a good little brother."

She cupped one hand over the head of Bobby's cock and collected his 
thick jism. She reached behind her for a Kleenex and wiped her palm. 
She tossed the tissue in the wastebasket and was gone. The whole thing 
couldn't have taken more than three minutes.

Bobby and Mary Beth sat silently in the back seat of his parent's 
Buick, as all four of them drove home from one of their Sunday night 
suppers at the Hendersen's. Bobby's mother, Connie, had two sisters, 
one younger and one older. Ellen, the older one, had married a burly 
construction worker named Butch Hendersen, causing a small family 
scandal. The very look of the man -- fireplug body, heavily-muscled 
thighs and forearms, eighteen-inch neck, marine-style crew cut -- got 
him off on the wrong foot and his lack of education and tough way of 
talking finished the job.

The revulsion of the relatives was moderated when Butch became a 
successful general contractor and disappeared entirely when his 
business prospered to such an extent that he achieved a financial 
position that in Madison qualified as great wealth. Butch had worked on 
his act over the years and no longer drank his beer from the bottle at 
the dinner table but we a rougher cut than the rest of Bobby's family, 
who prided themselves on their education and decorum.

The Hendersens had one daughter, who was a few months older than Bobby. 
Ginny took after her mother's family in looks but inherited her 
father's blunt, no-nonsense temperament. Her dark hair, olive 
complexion, oval face and slim figure were saved from blandness by her 
slightly bucktoothed smile, which she unconsciously emphasized by her 
habit of resting one incisor against her lower lip. Her eyes had an 
intent, direct quality that made some people nervous; if she was 
feeling sexy, which was often the case, it felt like she was mentally 
undressing you. Ginny's sloppy dress, wise-cracking style and somewhat 
raunchy sense of humor didn't win her any points with Connie.

The three children had played cards after dinner and Ginny sat on the 
floor with her legs straight and spread wide as she dealt the cards 
between her feet. Bobby sat across from her, his eyes riveted to her 
crotch. Ginny's thin, tight shorts conformed to her pubic mound and 
Bobby could easily make out the outlines of her pussy lips. Ginny 
noticed Bobby's attention and wriggled a bit to give him a show while 
Mary Beth did her best to ignore the proceedings. Bobby thought he saw 
a tiny bit of dampness at the crotch of Ginny's shorts toward the end 
of the game but decided that he was probably imagining it.

Now in the darkness of the car, Mary Beth's fingers began a slow walk 
along the seat, heading in Bobby's direction. She kept her eyes on her 
parents as she let her hand creep onto Bobby's upper thigh. She 
flattened her fingers and pressed her palm against her brother's leg, 
insinuating her hand between his legs. Bobby's breathing grew shallow 
as his arousal built slowly; he was still a little turned on from 
playing cards with his cousin and his sister's warm hand blew on the 
coals. Mary Beth's felt her thumb pressing against something soft. She 
moved it back and forth and decided that she was stroking one of 
Bobby's balls. She slid her hand over until her fingers cupped his 
testicles, then she squeezed gently, feeling Bobby's hips rise slightly 
as he pressed against her.

Mary Beth thought about the card game and she tightened her fingers on 
Bobby's balls until she heard a little hiss as he inhaled sharply. 
Before he could pull away, she slid her fingers higher, turning them so 
she could grasp his hard prick. Bobby's pants were too tight for his 
sister to get her hand around his cock, so she squeezed it 
intermittently as she moved her hand up and down. Bobby sat rigid, 
loving her touch, feeling uncomfortable with his sister's being the 
cause of his arousal and mostly feeling scared that one of his parents 
would turn around and catch them. He told himself that it was too dark 
to see anything and that Mary Beth could take her hand away if either 
of them moved but the experience of having his sister pull his pud 
while his parents were three feet away made him acutely nervous.

Mary Beth felt Bobby's muscles tense and was glad that he had stopped 
moving his hips. She wanted to be the one in control and having him 
stiff and immobile was perfect. She picked up the pace, fanning her 
hand up and down her brother's shaft, squeezing it randomly. She felt 
his excitement building but she couldn't tell exactly how turned on he 
was because of the dark and the way he was holding himself so stiffly. 
It'd be nice to get him real hot and tease him, she thought but I can't 
hold him right at the edge, so I'll just slow down a little and work on 
him until he comes. Bobby felt his sister's tugging become less 
frenetic and worried that she might be stopping. She kept on, though 
and slowly took him higher.

Inch by inch, Mary Beth took her brother over the top. He felt the 
familiar feeling between is legs and knew that it wouldn't be long now. 
His sister patted and squeezed and pushed and yanked as he pumped out 
his hot white semen, soaking his briefs. Mary Beth felt her brother's 
squirting and slowed her pace, finally stopping and pressing her palm 
against his softening cock. She hoped his come would make a wet spot on 
his pants and that she'd get to see him trying to hide it going into 
the house.

Still breathing hard from his Saturday morning run, Bobby walked up his 
driveway. Mary Beth appeared at the gate to the side yard and beckoned 
him to follow her. Bobby followed his sister into the yard. She held 
open the side door to the garage and they entered. It was cool and dark 
inside, filled with the aroma of old wood, oil, rubber, leather and 
gasoline. Mary Beth turned to her brother and put her arms around him, 
pulling him close and grinding her hips against his pelvis.

She gave him an open-mouthed kiss, then pulled away to look at this 
face.

"Been working hard, Bobby? I can tell that; you're all sweaty. I think 
you deserve a reward for all your work. Sit up on the fender here and 
I'll give you just what you've earned."

Bobby sat on the right front fender of the family car and raised his 
hips as his sister pulled his running shorts down to his knees. Mary 
Beth looked at Bobby's jock strap. He looked so cute in it. She loved 
the way the straps in the back exposed his compact little ass -- kind 
of framing it -- and the way the pouch in front drew all his equipment 
together in one tightly bunched bouquet turned her on, too. But why did 
they put the label on the outside? Ah well...Mary Beth pulled the top 
of his jockstrap down and buried her nose in his hairy, sweaty 
maleness. The confines of the athletic supporter concentrated his gamy 
essence to a level that excited her greatly. She licked at the head of 
Bobby's cock, then slurped it up into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as 
she pulled back and Bobby could see the outline of the crown of his 
member against them as his sister moved up and down on his cock. He 
started to move his hips in his excitement but Mary Beth stopped him.

"Sit still," she said, "you'll scratch the car. Just let me do all the 
work, little brother."

She returned to her task, moving faster and faster until Bobby filled 
her mouth. She pulled away but remained with her head in her brother's 
crotch long enough to spit all his come back against his lower belly. 
She pulled the jock strap back into place over Bobby's fluids, smiled 
briefly at him and disappeared through the garage door.

Mary Beth sat silently at the dinner table, lost in her thoughts. She 
was sure she had Bobby hooked now; he wasn't even putting up token 
resistance any more. It was time for their relationship to enter a new 
phase, one that could fulfill Mary Beth's considerable physical needs 
and one that cemented Bobby's subservient status. She fantasized about 
what would come next.

"Mary Beth! Mary Beth!" She heard her father calling her; it sounded 
like he was far away.

Coming out of her daydream, she turned to him. She struggled to find a 
context. Some part of her must have been plugged into reality, for, 
after looking blank for a second, she picked up the pot roast and 
handed it to her dad, mumbling her apology.

Mary Beth tossed restlessly, for several minutes, then finally awakened 
fully. She knew that she'd been dreaming about sex but her thoughts 
were a jumble. Whatever she had been dreaming about had certainly 
affected her pussy. She reached between her legs and pressed her 
panties to her pussy with the heel of her palm. She rubbed her clitoris 
this way for a few seconds, then pushed her panties aside and dipped 
her fingers into her cunt. She was very wet. She played with her clit, 
sliding her middle finger back and forth and her thoughts turned to 
Bobby. She thought of his young, hard body asleep in his room, just 
waiting for her touch to wake him. The fire in her loins grew more 
intense as she planned a way to put it out. Arising silently from her 
bed, she stripped off her damp panties and tucked them under her 
pillow. She crept into the hallway and soundlessly turned the knob on 
Bobby's door. She glided to his bedside in the cool, shifting glow of 
streetlights filtered through trees.

Bobby slept on his back, his deep, regular breathing plainly audible. 
Mary Beth bent down and pulled the covers to the middle of Bobby's 
thighs, noting with delight his lack of underwear or pajama bottoms. 
His plump penis, already semi-hard, lay against his belly. Mary Beth 
knelt on the floor and leaned across her brother's lean body so she 
could nuzzle his cock. She inhaled delicately, enjoying his night sweat 
and his musk. Slowly, carefully, she kissed the tip and slipped her 
mouth down as far as the base of the helmet.

As Bobby stiffened, she softly sucked his cock. His breathing became 
more irregular as he became rock-hard. Feeling her brother's meat fully 
erect in her mouth, Mary Beth settled into a slow in-and-out movement. 
Bobby slowly emerged from sleep. As he broke into consciousness, he 
became aware of another presence in the room and convulsed suddenly on 
the bed, tearing himself away from his sister's eager lips. He sat up 
and started to say something but Mary Beth quickly put her hand over 
his mouth. She put one arm around him and stroked his back as she 
whispered to him: "Don't be scared, little brother. It's only me. I've 
come to make you happy -- very happy, I think. Just relax."

Bobby's sister slid down his torso, once more kneeling on the floor as 
she sought his penis with her soft, moist lips. She took him inside her 
warm mouth and pressed down on him until she felt his manhood against 
the back of her throat, then she withdrew, only to push forward again. 
She settled into a slow, steady rhythm as Bobby touched her hair in 
gentle wonderment. Mary Beth reached her hand between her legs and 
found her clitoris; she ran her middle finger around the oily little 
nubbin.

After a while, she pulled away from Bobby's cock and looked up at him.

"Would you like to make your big sister happy, too? Of course you 
would."

She went back to sucking his cock, at the same time moving her hips 
towards Bobby's head. When her hip rested against the side of the bed, 
she raised her knee and pulled herself up over Bobby. She got her legs 
tangled up in his arms and ended up sitting on his face with both his 
hands pinned under her knees. As she lowered her pussy to Bobby's lips, 
he lifted his head off the bed and thrust his tongue deep in her 
channel. He was rewarded with a mouthful of his sister's viscous 
juices, which he swallowed greedily. Mary Beth pulled off his cock long 
enough to tell him what she wanted.

"Don't mess around with preliminaries, Bobby. I'm too hot for that. 
Just go for the clit. Tongue me there, hard and fast."

Mary Beth sucked her brother's cock slowly until she felt the beginning 
of her orgasm. She paused as the waves washed over her, then she bobbed 
her head rapidly up and down until Bobby filled her mouth with his 
sticky, salty goo. She got up almost immediately, planting a kiss on 
his mouth before she darted out the door.

Bobby had a hard time getting back to sleep.

Bobby struggled up from deep sleep. Mary Beth was kneeling by the side 
of his bed, kissing him softly but thoroughly on the lips. As he woke, 
he turned his head toward her and began to respond in kind. The feel of 
her soft, slippery tongue and the smell of her hair on his face excited 
him and brought him fully awake. Bobby pushed the covers down toward 
his feet and his sister crawled up on the bed, lying on her side next 
to him. She rotated her hips, gently grinding her pubic mound against 
his thigh as she stroked his cock, her tongue becoming more insistent 
in his mouth. She broke away and pushed his jockey shorts down to mid-
thigh. She fisted his cock skillfully as she reached under his pillow 
for the rubber.

"Look what I found," she murmured, teasing his nipples with the corner 
of the foil package.

Fumbling a little, Mary Beth tore open the package and tossed the foil 
on the bed. She addressed her brother's prick as she unrolled the tube 
over him.

"Well, Mister One-Eye, we're gonna have to cover you up. You'll still 
be able to feel pretty good though. In fact, I think I'm gonna make you 
feel real good."

The ring reached the base of Bobby's staff. Mary Beth tried to swing 
astride her brother but he was too close to the edge of the bed and 
there wasn't enough room for her outside leg. She left one foot on the 
floor and swung her other leg over Bobby, reaching between her legs for 
his cock. Holding her brother's tool in one hand like a wand, Mary Beth 
pressed the tip to her clitoris and twisted the shaft in tiny circles. 
Delicious sensations spread through her groin; she wanted to tease 
herself with Bobby's cock but she wanted to feel him deep in her cunt. 
Reluctantly, she pressed down on her brother's prick until it rested at 
the entrance to her pussy.

Looking down, she resumed her one-sided conversation with Bobby's 
prick.

"Okay, Mister One-Eye, I'm gonna turn out the lights now. You'll have 
sweet dreams, I'm sure."

Mary Beth sat down on Bobby, swallowing his cock to the hilt, grinding 
her clit against the hair at the base and then moving her hips in 
circles as she pressed down hard. Bobby dug his fingers into the sheets 
as his sister rode him into ecstasy. Mary Beth leaned forward so her 
clit would make better contact, put her hands on her brother's 
shoulders for leverage and picked up the pace. The crumpled foil worked 
its way under Bobby and dug into his back. He tried to ignore it. All 
too soon, he felt the ticklish tingle in the head of his cock that 
meant that he was very close and then his orgasm was upon him. His 
sister fucked him even faster until she could no longer feel the 
twitching of his cock. She reached down with one hand and gripped the 
rubber at the base of Bobby's cock, squeezing on it as she pulled away.

"You're not done yet, little brother," she said as she worked her way 
up the bed, sliding her inside knee forward, walking with her outside 
leg and leaving a wet trail up his chest.

The lights went out for Bobby as his sister covered his face with her 
wet, hairy cunt. He cupped her buns in his hands to steady her but she 
made him put his hands flat on the bed. Enveloped in her musky 
sweetness, passive under her twisting hips, Bobby licked his sister's 
clit until she convulsed against him, bruising his upper lip.

Without another word, Mary Beth slipped out of the room, leaving Bobby 
wondering what to do with the rubber on his softening penis. 
Eventually, he got up and flushed it down the toilet.

Out of school for the day, Bobby opened his front door. He wandered 
through the house, calling but heard no reply. There must be someone 
home, he thought, or the front door wouldn't have been unlocked. 
Standing in the kitchen, he heard a faint voice through the window and 
went out the side door to check it out.

"Hey Bobby," he heard, "Over here."

It sounded like his sister. He looked around but couldn't see anyone.

"Behind the bushes," came the call.

Bobby walked in the direction the sound had come from. As he rounded 
the low hedge he saw Mary Beth stretched out on a towel, sunbathing. 
She was lying on her stomach with her head toward him, her bathing suit 
wadded up into a pillow. Bobby gaped at her naked body as she raised 
her head.

"Hi, little brother," she called. "Isn't this nice? It's a great day 
for filling in the white spaces on my butt. Why don't you come check it 
out?"

"Huh?" Bobby's wondered if his sister was deliberately obscure, maybe 
to keep him off balance."

Her voice changed from its casual tone.

"Walk around behind me," she said slowly and with exaggerated patience.

Bobby stood with his feet at the foot of the towel.

"Now kneel down on the ground."

Bobby knelt with his hands on his knees and watched as his sister 
spread her legs so that her ankles were about two feet apart.

"Now lean forward."

Mary Beth's brother walked forward on his hands until they came to the 
insides of her knees.

"Keep going."

Bobby moved his hands to the outside of his sister's legs and walked 
forward until he was poised as if he were about to do a girl's pushup: 
his knees on the grass, his body and arms straight. He looked down at 
his sister's fanny. It was a good deal whiter than the rest of her 
body; he liked the way the crack of her ass started right where the 
skin changed color.

"You know what to do now Bobby?"

"Um, no, Sis..."

"You can kiss my ass!" Mary Beth used a drill sergeant's voice but a 
giggle escaped, ruining the overall impression.

Bobby lowered himself between his sister's legs and rested his cheek on 
one of hers. Her skin was delightfully warm and the sunshine had 
infused it with the smell of the outdoors. He rolled his head until he 
was face-down in his sister's warm, soft pillows and gave her a series 
of closed-mouth kisses.

He roamed all over her sweet, spongy behind, kissing, licking and 
smelling. Mary Beth's ass was damp with perspiration and when Bobby 
slipped his tongue into the top of her crack, he noticed that she was 
wet and salty there. He continued to rove back and forth over her 
cheeks, pausing more and more often at the top of her cleft and sliding 
his tongue further down it. As he moved down, he licked up the sweat 
that had collected between her spongy buns. Mary Beth gave a little 
moan and moved her knees slightly forward so her hips came up off the 
towel.

Now Bobby moved from side to side, slowly descending. Soon, he could 
smell his sister's asshole as he passed back and forth over it; her 
scent was earthy, dark and pungent. He nibbled at the bottom of his 
sister's cheeks, then moved inward and licked at some of the salty 
black hairs growing inside them.

Mary Beth shifted from side to side impatiently.

"The asshole, Bobby," she insisted. "Smell my brown asshole, little 
brother. Take a good whiff."

Bobby pressed his nose between his sister's spongy cheeks and sniffed 
at her nether hole. Up closer her scent was raw, sour and penetrating. 
He breathed deeply, then slid his nose up and down over his sister's 
sweaty bottomhole, catching the tip of it on her slick, spongy 
sphincter, especially on the down strokes. When his nose snagged 
against her puckered ring, Mary Beth jerked back suddenly and drove 
Bobby's schnoz into her greasy channel.

"That's good, Bobby," she said. "Get your nose full of me. Press harder 
-- I want your nose up my butt."

The boy did his best, driving his face forward until his nose was 
deeply embedded.

"Oh, good, Bobby -- I like that. I want to squeeze down on it..." Bobby 
felt his nose being compressed and his sister squished him out by 
contracting her sphincter.

"Is that a good game? Now push down again..."

Bobby slipped in easier this time.

"That's right. Harder, though."

He pressed his cheeks to hers.

"Wiggle it back and forth."

Bobby shook his head from side to side. His nose popped out but slid 
back into his sister's sweaty asshole each time his head faced forward. 
He paused and pressed harder.

"You like my asshole wrapped around your nose? I know I do. Now back 
off a minute. Hold your nose right over my shit hole."

Mary Beth was up on her knees now, having worked into the position 
trying to get more leverage to push back against her brother. Her tight 
little bud was loosening in response to Bobby's penetration: he caught 
a glimpse of pinker skin inside as he pulled his nose out.

"Take a deep breath."

The boy breathed deeply of his sister's spicy aroma.

"Do I smell good? Smells nasty, doesn't it? You love it, though. You 
love sniffing your big sister's butt."

She paused, ready for the next step.

"That's good. Now I want your tongue."

Bobby's opened his lips and his gave his sister's bunghole an 
experimental lick. His velvety tongue felt so good to Mary Beth that 
she drove her hips back, pushing her ring against Bobby's mouth. He 
lapped at the furrows and fissures of his sister's bottomhole, trying 
to get his tongue in as far as he could. Mary Beth, overcome with the 
delicious sensation, squealed like a pig.

Bobby licked her for a long time. Several times he stopped but his 
sister made him stick his tongue back in her asshole. She dropped her 
shoulders to the ground and pressed back harder in her efforts to get 
her brother's tongue deeper into her butt.

The feeling in her ass was wonderful but Mary Beth's growing excitement 
made her crave an orgasm. She knew just how to make that happen.

"Okay Bobby. That was good. Now lick my clit. You've got it all hard, 
now whip it with your tongue."

Bobby, complied, sliding his lips down across his sister's dripping 
pussy and lashing back and forth at his her button. His nose buried 
itself deep in her cunt and he had to tilt his head back in order to 
breathe. Soon he felt Mary Beth's clit start to withdraw and he lapped 
at her until her hips shuddered and she collapsed onto the towel.

After a few minutes, Mary Beth rolled over. Her face was damp and 
tendrils of black hair hung in her eyes.

"Oh Bobby," she said with a trifle too much enthusiasm, "You're a great 
ass licker."

He wasn't sure that was a compliment.

"And now for you," purred Bobby's sister as she reached for the suntan 
oil. "Take your pants down and lie on your back."

Bobby lay with his pants around his knees. Mary Beth pulled his shirt 
up until his nipples showed. She poured a generous helping of oil into 
her hand and reached for Bobby's stiff cock. Fisting it in both hands, 
she jerked her brother off. It wasn't long before he groaned and shot 
his spunk into the air. Mary Beth put one hand over her brother's 
prick, catching his juices as she pumped him with her other hand. When 
nothing more came out of his cock, took a few more strokes just because 
she knew he was sensitive then, then she stopped and wiped her hand on 
her brother's belly. She got off the towel so he could use a corner to 
clean himself off.

Hump Day, thought Mary Beth as she fiddled with her homework. Two more 
days until the weekend, a big Chemistry test on Friday and I'm horny 
again. It must be my period; I don't know why the times when I'm the 
messiest are the times when I need it the most. She heard her mother 
bustling about the kitchen.

"I'm going out for groceries," she called up the hall.

The front door slammed.

Mary Beth did an inventory. Dad's bowling and Mom will be at least half 
an hour. Bobby's supposed to be studying. She pushed her papers into a 
pile and walked into Bobby's room.

"How goes it, bro'," asked Mary Beth as she leaned against the door 
jamb.

Bobby raised his head and pushed his chair back from his desk.

"I dunno, Sis," he answered. "I think I've got tomorrow taken care of 
but Friday's gonna be a killer."

He stood up and walked over to his sister.

"And to top it all off," he said, placing his hands on her tee shirt 
over her breasts, "I'm so horny I can't see straight."

"Isn't that a coincidence," Mary Beth said as she took her brother's 
hand and led him in the direction of the bathroom.

She flipped the cover over the toilet and sat down, beckoning Bobby 
over. He stood in front of her and she grasped his cock roughly through 
his jeans and kneaded it.

"You certainly are horny, little brother," she growled sexily. "This 
telephone pole you got here is a real pussy-stretcher."

Mary Beth undid her brother's fly and fished his staff out, bending it 
awkwardly to fit it through the opening. She leaned forward and darted 
her tongue around the head.

"It's big tonight, Bobby," she purred. "I don't know if I'll be able to 
get my tiny little mouth around it."

She wasn't worried but she knew what a turn-on it was for guys to hear 
about the immensity of their dick. She laid it on thicker.

"Oh Bobby, your big prick is gonna stretch my baby lips. You're gonna 
gag me with that big thing. I'm gonna suck you though. You want to 
watch me, Bobby? You want to watch your big prick sliding between your 
sister's lips? Want to see how far down I can leave my lipstick?"

Bobby's sister pressed her lips to the head of his cock, slowly 
separating them to admit half the helmet. She paused and gazed up at 
his face, looking angelic from the nose up. Her expression contrasted 
sharply with the lascivious way she sucked her brother's cock; the 
effect was not lost on Bobby, who stared into Mary Beth's eyes to get 
the full effect. She slowly engulfed his prick, her hot, slippery, 
velvety wetness feeling even better than Bobby's anticipations. She 
bobbed back and forth, pausing several times with her lips on the tip, 
the same innocent look in her eyes and her tongue swirling around the 
slit of her brother's cock.

Mary Beth moved one hand from Bobby's hip to the base of his prick. 
Circling him firmly, she jerked him off while she moved her head 
rapidly in short strokes. Bobby could take no more; he shot several 
streams into his sister's eager mouth, most of his come going down her 
throat but some escaping from the corners of her lips. After he 
finished, she withdrew, looking up at him while she scooped up the 
semen on her chin with an index finger and licking it off.

"Now it's my turn," Mary Beth said as she stood up, forcing her brother 
backwards and almost sending him head-over-heels into the bathtub.

She reached behind her and flipped up the cover on the toilet, then 
pulled her pants and panties to her ankles. Sitting back down on the 
toilet seat, she pointed to the floor in front of her.

"Kneel down, little brother," she urged.

Bobby obliged, looking somewhat confused about the deal with the toilet 
seat.

"Now lick me," Mary Beth ordered. "Lick your big sister's pussy until 
she comes all over your face. Lick me until I quiver like jello."

Bobby didn't like the idea of putting his head in the toilet bowl but 
he leaned forward. As he did so, he spotted a sanitary napkin stuck to 
the inside of his sister's panties. A long narrow brownish-red stain 
marred the pure white surface.

"You're having your period," Bobby blurted in protest.

"It's just blood, Bobby. It won't hurt you." Her voice held no sympathy 
at all.

Bobby bent forward until he was almost to his sister's cunt, then 
balked, looking up at her again.

"Go ahead, Bobby," Mary Beth urged, her voice growing harder. "You can 
do it."

She pushed down on his head and he suddenly relented, obediently 
beginning to tongue his big sister's clit. He tried to keep from 
licking her further down but she kept her hand on his head and bucked 
up against him, smearing his lips with her discharge. As Bobby's tongue 
caressed her clit, his sister got more turned on and oozed clear slick 
pussy juice, which flushed the blood out of her; the mixture dripped 
into the toilet bowl, forming pink swirls and tendrils. Mary Beth's 
breathing became ragged as she climbed higher. Driven by a sudden 
desire to see her blood on her brother's face, she lifted her ass off 
the seat and, holding his head down, slid her pussy up and rubbed his 
nose in her dripping cunt. She wiggled from side to side, then eased 
herself down again, gratified to see her red and pink stains on Bobby's 
nose and cheeks. The sight was unexpectedly arousing to her and she 
began to whine as she approached her climax. Bobby, his misgivings worn 
down by his sister's persistence, lapped eagerly at his sister's nubbin 
until she was exhausted.

Mary Beth wiped herself with toilet paper, flushing the toilet as she 
stood up. She pulled up her pants and washed her hands.

"You better get your face cleaned up, little brother," she said as she 
walked out the door. "You look like you lost a knife fight."

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Ginny turned off the shower, stepped out on the mat and ran the fluffy 
towel over her body. Catching a glimpse of herself in the bathroom 
mirror, she tossed the towel on the counter and looked critically at 
her body. Not bad, she thought, at least the guys seem to dig it. She 
cupped her breasts in her hands, twisting the olive nipples into 
erection. 34-B. They sure seemed big when I was fourteen but they're 
just ordinary now. Still, I'm glad I'm not one of those cows.

The slender brunette ran her hands over her flat stomach and fluffed up 
her dark-brown pussy hair. God, there's a lot of it. It's always 
sticking out the crotch of my swimsuit and I for sure can't get the 
kind with the high-cut legs but I'll be damned if I'll get one of those 
wax jobs. Some of the boys think a lot of hair is sexy. Guess I do to, 
at least on guys. She turned around and looked over her shoulder at her 
ass. Too small? Too much like a guy's? Maybe not, guy's cheeks don't 
curve over like that. It must look pretty good to the boys; they sure 
like to touch it. And taste it, too, she thought, remembering the night 
before when she had made Bill lie on his back while she slowly lowered 
her brown asshole onto his mouth and forced him to lick her for half an 
hour.

Trying to be quiet, Ginny rummaged through the hamper in the bathroom, 
looking for a pair of her mother's sexy panties. Her hand encountered 
something soft and silky and she pulled it out and held it up for 
inspection. Yeah, that's right -- thin white material you can kinda see 
through, lace above the crotch, cut low on the sides, that's better 
than my plain, boring cotton ones. Why won't Mom let me have sexy 
panties? Mary Beth has some real nice panties. Probably nothing as hot 
as these. Too bad I can't get clean ones but I might wake up Mom if I 
went in her bedroom. How dirty are they? The teenager raised her 
mother's soiled panties to her face and sniffed the crotch tentatively. 
Jeeze, that's strong. Mine don't smell that way, even if I wear them 
two days. Kinda sexy though...I guess I'll wear them...

The slim brunette silently opened the bathroom door and tiptoed back to 
her room. She stood before the mirror, shook out her mother's panties 
and started to put them on. Something stopped her and she stood poised 
with the underwear in her hands and one foot just off the floor. Ginny 
set her foot down, cupped her palm under the crotch of the lacy 
undergarment and brought it to her face. Underneath her mother's strong 
musky smell, there was something sweet and herbal. It's perfume, the 
girl thought. Mom puts perfume on her pussy!

The thought excited the teenager. She imagined her mother in the 
bathroom, touching her forefinger to the perfume bottle as she stood by 
the toilet, raising one foot and putting it on the seat and reaching 
between her legs to transfer the scent to a few carefully chosen 
places. Who's it for? the girl wondered. Does Mom have a lover? She 
shook her head. It's for Dad. Tough old Dad. I wonder just how 
tough...Suddenly the teenager imagined a scene so real that the room 
blanked out for her...

Her father lies naked on his back on his bed, his head just over the 
edge in a way that forces his neck back and makes his Adam's apple 
stand out. His hands grip the sheets and he stares back at Ginny's 
mother, who stands several feet away, her feet a foot apart and her 
arms crossed over her breasts, wearing only the lacy panties. His 
enormous erection twitches as he lies motionless. Ellen walks slowly 
forward until her knees touch the bed on either side of Butch's head. 
She puts first one knee, then the other on the bed and kneels above the 
man, who stares up at her. Leaning forward for balance, she squats down 
on his face, pressing the silky cloth covering her very smelly, lightly 
perfumed cunt to his mouth and nose. He starts to put out his tongue 
but she stops him with a harsh, "No," and sits on his face for a long 
time, rubbing herself languidly back and forth. His every breath is 
full of her musky essence and she gradually shifts all her weight to 
her hips and tightens her thighs around his head, drowning her husband 
beneath her warm strong cunt...

Ginny's head swam as she returned to reality, only to be lost again as 
another powerful fantasy filled her head...

Butch is naked. He lies spread-eagle on the bed, his hands and feet 
tied to the corners with stockings. Ellen, wearing only the panties, 
dances sexily for him, bumping and grinding and touching her breasts. 
She slowly slides the panties off, holds them by the waistband and 
dangles them over the horny, tied-up man. She teases him, lowering the 
silky garment until it just grazes his skin and running it up and down 
all over his body, pausing for a long time at his crotch. His cock 
drools pre-come. She drags her panties over his prick to sop it up. 
More takes its place. She torments and tickles him until he writhes on 
the bed, pleading for her to stop. She ignores him. Finally, after he 
has given up, she dangles the panties over his face, then drops them on 
his mouth.

Arranging the underwear so the crotch lies over his lips, Ellen pokes 
part into his mouth with her forefinger. Working with just one finger 
and gazing into his eyes with a look of innocent idle amusement, she 
stuffs the panties in his mouth with painful slowness. Then she squats 
over his hips and swallows his rod inside her wet pussy. The creak of 
bedsprings and a almost- inaudible squishing continue a long time, 
finally being drowned out by her screams as she comes...

Ginny came to, still holding her mother's panties to her nose. She 
reached down and touched her pussy. Her finger came away glistening. 
It's so embarrassing sometimes, she thought, I get so wet when I get 
turned on. I don't know how many times I've come home from dates with 
my panties soaked clear through. And if I'm at the beach and I start 
thinking about getting it on with one of the lifeguards or something, I 
have to keep my legs together and go jump in the water or sombody'll 
think I wet my pants.

And then there was that time at the dance...Oh yeah, that was hot. 
Dancing slow and close with that hunk Jeff, working our way back where 
it was dark, soul-kissing and pressing my pussy against him through my 
dress, feeling my pants get damp, then wet, then I felt the drops start 
to dribble down my leg. It felt good, we were both sweating up a storm 
anyway -- a little more juice didn't seem to matter. But afterwards, 
the insides of my thighs were all sticky and when Jeff put his hand up 
under my skirt, he looked at me real funny. It kinda seemed to turn him 
on, though...Well, tonight the whole plan is to get wet and the wetter 
the better as far as I'm concerned. Let's get this show on the road.

The slim teenager stepped into her mother's panties. She looked at 
herself in the mirror on her closet door. Ginny was bigger than her 
mother but her hips were slimmer and the panties sagged a little in the 
front, though they cupped her high pubic mound with delightful 
snugness. The pants just barely covered her dark bush, which was 
clearly visible through the diaphanous material. Ginny put her hands 
behind her head and practiced pouting for a minute, then, looked at the 
clock and quickly finished dressing.

Time to go, Ginny thought as she flicked out the light and walked to 
the window, aided by the moonlight pouring through it. She balanced on 
the window sill, propping herself up with her hands so she wouldn't get 
her white jeans dirty. With an awkward flounce, she launched herself 
away from the house, twisting a half turn and hanging onto the sill for 
balance as she landed in the shrubbery. The ground was soft and moist 
under her feet and she could feel a few clods stuck to her shoes as she 
ran across the yard and hid behind the garage. She scuffed her feet 
against the grass and slapped the at the seat of her pants. Dodging the 
bright pools formed by the streetlights, the slim figure zig-zagged her 
way across the street and set off with a determined gait.

Two blocks away, an old Ford convertible idled at the curb, its 
powerful V8 turning over raggedly and bubbling through barely-legal 
glasspacks. A pair of tough-looking teenagers sat on the backs of the 
front seats smoking and watching the street behind the car.

"She's late. I'll bet she ain't coming. I told ya she was a prick 
tease. Makes all kinda promises and then don't show up. Probably give 
us some kinda line tomorrow about why she didn't come." the driver 
sneered at his friend.

Ginny turned the corner about half a block away and was lit brilliantly 
by the streetlight. The kid on the passenger seat hit his friend 
playfully on the upper arm and whispered, "See Jack, I told you she'd 
come."

"I never said she wasn't," the driver said defensively. "I just said 
she was late."

Ginny rolled her hips as she sauntered with exaggerated casualness 
towards the car.

"Hey, kid," said Jack in his best James Dean, his cigarette bouncing up 
and down as he talked and his head tilted back to keep the smoke out of 
his eyes.

"Hi, guys," said Ginny with as much excitement as if she'd run into 
them by accident in the school cafeteria.

She reached up and rumpled the hair of the kid on the passenger side.

"How ya doing, Johnny?" she asked with a sexy lilt to her voice.

Johnny smiled in greeting, slid down the seat back and opened the door. 
No one spoke as Ginny rolled across the boy and plunked herself down in 
the middle of the front seat. Jack dropped into position, put the car 
in gear and pulled out with a liquid rumble.

Johnny put his right hand on Ginny's knee and slid his palm up the 
inside of her right thigh until he cupped her pubic mound. She slapped 
his arm, then grabbed his wrist and pulled upwards.

"Let's get something straight, guys," she said in a harsh tone. "You're 
gonna have a real good time tonight -- so good a time you're gonna 
pinch yourselves in the morning -- but only if you do things my way. 
You understand?"

The boys muttered affirmatively.

Ginny continued, "If you're real good, you're gonna like what happens."

She felt for Johnny's crotch with her right hand.

"Keep your hands by your sides, Johnny," she warned as she cupped her 
hand over his equipment and pressed against him.

The heat of her palm excited the youngster as much as the pressure and 
he began to stiffen. Ginny smiled to herself, thinking: This is going 
to work out all right. Two of them and they're bigger but I'm smarter 
and I know what I want. I just have to keep 'em happy, keep 'em off-
balance and stay one step ahead of them. Maybe I can even make their 
macho attitude help me. Jack'll be harder to handle, so I'll get Johnny 
to do things first.

After Johnny caves in, Jack'll follow, no sweat. She moved her hand up 
and down over Johnny's jeans until she felt his full erection, then she 
reached over with her other hand and unbuttoned his fly. Johnny sucked 
in his breath as Ginny snaked both hands into his underwear. Her 
fingers flew around like moths, touching him lightly in intimate places 
before they urged his member out of his underwear and pulled his dick 
up straight.

"Now isn't this nice?" Ginny asked as she glided her right hand lightly 
up and down the length of Johnny's cock, gripping him just hard enough 
so her hand didn't slip and savoring the way the soft supple skin 
slipped effortlessly over the rock-hard core.

Johnny just swallowed hard. Ginny wondered how his cock would feel in 
her mouth.

The lights at the roadside became less frequent as the trio headed out 
of town. With her left hand, Ginny started to touch Jack's dick through 
his pants. Having observed the scene with Johnny, Jack was hard even 
before the girl made her move. She dug her fingers into the boy's 
pants, pushing his cock back and forth until she had it lined up the 
way she wanted it.

"I'll be back, Johnny," said Ginny as she forsook his cock so she could 
have both hands for his friend.

Soon Jack too sat with his tool poking up into the night air, being 
masturbated lightly by his teenaged companion. Ginny returned her right 
hand to Johnny's lap. With a cock in each fist, she made up inventive 
rhythms as the three drove into the countryside. She tried jacking them 
off in unison, then pushed down on one as she pulled up on the other, 
then experimented with two strokes on each side.

Ginny liked the weirdness of the scene -- the highway, the moonlight, 
the smell of the fields in the warm air, the rumble of the car together 
with a cock in each hand and the boys in her power.

"Like it so far?" she cooed.

The boys just mumbled but Johnny's fists tightened as he pushed them 
into the seat and Jack's driving grew somewhat erratic.

Jack spotted the turn, slowed and bumped off down a gravel road to the 
left. The headlights illuminated a thick forest on both sides of the 
rutted track. The road twisted around and stopped abruptly. Jack turned 
the car around and killed the engine. A sudden silence washed over 
them, broken by crickets.

"Let's get out and look at the creek," Ginny said in a shift of mood. 
"Leave your dicks out, though. I like you guys that way."

The three spilled out of the car and walked over to the creek bank. 
Without the shade of the trees near the car, the three-quarter moon 
clearly illuminated the boys' equipment; Ginny liked the way their 
pricks glowed white in the pale light and bobbed up and down as they 
walked. The two guys felt awkward and exposed. There was nobody else 
around but it still felt strange to be walking around like that. But 
that's what Ginny wanted, she was one hot chick, they sure were horny 
and if this would get them laid, hey, no problem, man.

"You guys got a blanket?" Ginny asked after studying the creek and 
listening to the water for a minute or so.

"Sure, Gin, there's one in the trunk," answered Jack.

"Run back and get it."

Soon Jack returned with the blanket, holding it in front of his waist 
in instinctive protection against Ginny's inspection of his tool.

"That's good, Jackie. Spread it out on the creek bank. No, over here 
where it's flatter."

Johnny stumbled out of the way as Jack complied.

"That's nice," encouraged Ginny.

"Now get undressed," she continued, letting an edge creep into her 
voice.

"Just us?" complained Johnny.

"I'll get naked, too but you go first. You guys can watch me undress. 
It'll be real sexy." Ginny placated him.

The boys pulled off their clothes, piled them on the ground and stood 
looking expectantly at Ginny, who watched with her arms crossed. Their 
bodies glowed in the moonlight.

"Now lie down on the blanket," urged the teenaged girl. "No, the other 
way -- put your heads down here."

"That's downhill," protested Jack.

"That's all right, it's not steep. Besides, I can't do my show unless 
you can see this flat spot."

"I guess," said Jack as he lay on his back and propped his head up with 
his hands so he could see Ginny. Johnny lay down next to him.

Ginny put her hands behind her head and rotated her pelvis slowly, the 
white jeans standing out clearly in the dim blue light.

"You want this pussy?" she taunted as she spread her legs and pumped 
her hips back and forth. "You like my tits?"

She shimmied her upper body and her breasts swayed, then she unbuttoned 
her blouse slowly, pulling out the tail and spinning around so the 
garment flew outward. She pulled it open to expose her white brassiere.

"Nice, huh?" she cooed flirtatiously.

The young brunette slipped easily out of the shirt and tossed it to 
Jack, who held it for a minute, smelling her perfume and her body. 
Ginny slipped the straps of her bra down her arms and walked over to 
the blanket, her full breasts bobbing as she swung her hips.

She stood just off the blanket, near Johnny's shoulders.

"Hold up your hand, lover," she asked.

Johnny raised his arm and Ginny grabbed it for balance as she took off 
her shoes and socks, stepping onto the blanket as she did, so she 
wouldn't get her feet dirty. Johnny held up his other arm and Ginny 
supported herself on it as she skinned off her jeans and tossed them on 
top of one of the piles of clothes. She spread her legs and swished her 
hips to show off her mom's lacy white bikini panties.

Still holding Johnny's hand, she picked up one foot and set it gently 
down on his chest. Ginny trailed her toes lightly up and down the boy's 
stomach, then, hopping as she turned, she pressed the ball of her foot 
to his lips. The young boy's mouth was slack and she toyed with him, 
slipping her toes between his teeth and over his gums.

Growing bored with that, Ginny twisted towards Johnny's feet and teased 
his prick with her foot. She wriggled her toes against his balls, then 
moved upwards and stepped lightly and quickly on his cock, dribbling it 
like a basketball as it lay against his belly. As it rose to a vertical 
position, the teenager switched tactics and batted it back and forth 
like a punching bag. Johnny groaned.

If she kept this up much longer, she was going to make him come and 
that would be embarrassing. He bit his lip as he tried to control 
himself. Ginny noticed the signs and backed off. It would be fun to see 
Johnny squirt all over his own stomach but he wasn't fully under her 
control yet and he might react badly afterwards. Another time, Ginny 
thought as she gave the muscular boy's cock a final kick.

The slim teenager straddled Johnny's head facing his feet. She slowly 
lowered herself to a kneeling position with her knees pressing the 
boy's arms against his sides.

"Come over here," she said to Jack and the other boy worked his way 
over until he lay right next to his friend.

"Move your hips down towards me," she instructed and Jack moved up 
about six inches.

Ginny leaned forward and to one side, so her mouth was over Jack's 
cock. She touched his staff with her hand and guided it towards her 
mouth.

"Now it gets real good," she purred as she licked the tip.

Ginny lowered her hips until she could feel Johnny's hot breath between 
her legs, then she sat back on the boy, pressing her sweet young pussy 
to his lips through her mother's soiled panties.

Johnny knew what was coming but he was still taken aback to find 
himself so suddenly surrounded by warm soft flesh and silky fabric. The 
strong smell of Ginny's crotch filled his nostrils. He didn't know that 
the aroma was partly Ginny's tangy young pussy and partly her mother's 
darker, richer smells; he just knew it smelled real sexy, especially as 
turned on as he was from what Ginny had been doing to him with her 
foot.

When Ginny pressed down on the boy, her juices started to ooze out of 
her pussy and soak through the thin material. Johnny slipped out his 
tongue and licked the sexy teenager's crotch as she began to undulate 
against his face.

Ginny smiled to herself as she felt Johnny's warm wet tongue against 
her sensitive flesh. Even through the panties he felt good. He didn't 
seem to have a real clear idea of her geography but she was sure that 
he could learn, given proper instruction. She slithered her lips up and 
down Jack's erect penis, pausing when the head touched the back of her 
throat, then repeating the motion. Sometimes she slipped just the head 
in her mouth and sucked on it while she swished her tongue around.

Jack made a strangled sound in the back of his throat and Ginny figured 
that she was on the right track. She cocked her hips and slid them back 
further so Johnny would be more likely to find her clitoris in his 
seemingly random tonguing. He accidentally licked her slippery nubbin 
and she moaned, hoping he'd get the message that he'd found the spot.

She reached for Jack's balls and cupped them in her hand as she moved 
her head faster. Ginny was ready for something else but she figured 
that the boys would be easier to control once they had a little less 
semen on board. Jack groaned as the slim brunette pressed his sack and 
sucked his dick. He knew he couldn't last much longer. Before long, 
Ginny felt the first spasm. She took one squirt in her mouth, then 
pulled away and fisted Jack's prick rapidly as he shot his load on his 
belly, his face and into his hair.

Ginny rolled off of Johnny and lay on Jack's chest while she curled up 
and peeled her mother's panties off. She rolled back the other way and 
managed to get to her knees again, this time astride Jack at waist 
level.

"Scooch up here," she said as she reached between her legs and tugged 
on his shoulders. "And Johnny, you come towards me."

Jack soon found the teen's wet pussy against his mouth. He lapped 
avidly, delving into her hot channel and coating his tongue with her 
thick cream. Ginny sat down hard on his face, making it easier for him 
to reach deep inside her but harder for him to breathe. He concentrated 
on the licking -- he could breathe anytime. The hot young girl sat up 
even further and rested almost all her weight on the boy's face for a 
few moments, reveling in the feeling of control, then she rolled her 
hips forward and shifted her weight to her knees and elbows. The 
movement brought her clitoris in contact with his tongue but he soon 
wandered off lower down her crotch. She knew it was time for a lesson.

"Higher, Jack," she prompted.

Jack, confused by her instructions, went the wrong way.

"Not that way," she instructed, "Higher on my body -- toward my 
bellybutton."

Jack backtracked and approached the target.

"A little to the right...a little lower...There! Feel that little 
bump?"

"Umph," Jack mumbled affirmatively.

"Lick it," she ordered.

Jack obeyed with altogether too much enthusiasm.

"Not so hard," the pretty teenager said harshly, "Lick it slow and 
gentle but don't stop until I tell you to."

Jack managed to moderate his eagerness and began to tongue the slippery 
pearl with something approaching delicacy. Ginny gave a little moan to 
encourage him, following it with a series of guttural noises that were 
much less voluntary as the young boy's tongue excited her and spurred 
her onwards. Growing more confident, Jack stiffened his tongue and 
moved it in slow circles around the base of Ginny's clit, barely 
noticing the cold from the pool of come covering his chest.

Johnny didn't have to wait long to become a participant; the girl 
leaned forward and swallowed his stiff prick deep into her hot mouth in 
one motion, forcing a gasp from his lips. She moved her head up and 
down rapidly, then stopped for a moment to lick her middle finger. 
That's not gonna be enough, she thought and she reached behind her back 
and slipped her finger up her slippery pussy, twisting it around and 
gathering up as much juice as she could. Jack could tell something was 
happening but he couldn't figure out what.

As Ginny sucked Johnny's slim cock she probed between his legs with her 
hand, tucking her slippery middle finger into her palm until she got 
her bearings. Feeling under his balls, she found the cleavage between 
his tight, muscular buns and ran her index finger up and down it. As 
Johnny started to pant, Ginny suddenly rammed her middle finger all the 
way up his asshole. Johnny felt violated, confused but intensely 
aroused.

Before he could even begin to sort his feelings out he erupted into the 
teenager's warm, wet mouth. Ginny tasted his warm, mildly salty semen, 
then pulled her finger out and pumped the rest of Johnny's load out 
onto his chest. After a moment, she returned her attention to Jack, who 
was doing what she considered to be a pretty good job on her clit. In 
fact, it was such a good job that, if she paid attention, she would 
probably get off soon.

The slim brunette rocked her hips rhythmically, moving enough to subtly 
direct Jack's slippery tongue just where she wanted it. Her copious 
secretions rolled out of her channel and dripped down onto the boy's 
face as he tongued her just as she had instructed. In a minute or two, 
her teaching paid off in an fierce orgasm.

Ginny screamed as she came, seeing stars against the black night, 
bucking against the boy lying underneath her hard enough to bruise his 
lip and scaring them all a little.

The lithe young girl rolled between her two friends, wriggled until 
they separated enough for her to lie on the blanket and stared at the 
stars while she caught her breath. She put her arms out and found two 
wet, slippery cocks, one hard and one soft but stiffening as she 
manipulated it. It had been a great first act and she already had a few 
plans for the second one.

It wasn't long before both pricks were nicely firm in Ginny's fists. 
She knelt between the boys and pulled one cup of her brassiere down so 
her breast was exposed but cradled lewdly by her undergarment.

"Like this, boys?"

Johnny sat up and Ginny pulled his face to her dark brown nipple, 
cradling his head in her arm as he suckled her. With her free hand, she 
similarly freed her other breast and beckoned Jack to partake. She 
rocked back on her heels and grinned at the sky as the boys sucked and 
nibbled at her hard nipples.

After a few minutes, Ginny pushed the boys away and struggled to her 
feet.

"On your knees, Johnny," she ordered, "It's time you learned about 
eating pussy."

Johnny levered himself up, whining.

"I already know how to eat pussy."

"I think you can use a lesson anyway."

Ginny stood over Johnny and took his head between her hands. Ginny had 
a sudden inspiration and grabbed him by his ears.

"Put your tongue out," she directed. "And hold your neck loose so I can 
move your head around. You've got to paint by numbers for a while 
before I let you have a clean canvas."

"Feel that?" she asked, touching his tongue to the place where her 
labia met below her belly. "That's the start of my outer lips."

She ran his tongue down one side and back the other. Johnny started to 
lick her as she paused back where she had started.

"Stop that!" she ordered. "You'll get to lick soon enough. Now you're 
just holding your tongue out as far as it can go. Got it?"

Johnny tried to nod but she held his head too tightly. She pushed him 
down.

"Now this," she continued, "Is where you put your cock, that is, if 
you're real nice and I'm in a good mood. I like it when you lick up 
inside there, too."

She cocked her hips and pushed him against the tender flesh between her 
pussy and her asshole.

"When I let you lick me here, use real broad strokes. Make your tongue 
wide and flat and lick me in one long swipe from my tight little bottom 
hole to my pussy. It's okay if you dip in at either end."

Ginny straightened and lifted up on Johnny's ears, which were getting a 
little sore by now.

"And now," she whispered, "This is the place that really gets me off. 
You can warm me up by licking all around but when I want to come, lick 
this little stubby thing -- feel it? Yeah, that's right -- right here. 
Be gentle at first but when I'm about ready to come, you can lick it 
fast and hard. In fact, if you don't, you'll be sorry."

"Got that?" said Ginny in a tone that allowed only one response.

Johnny nodded, afraid to trust his voice. Ginny's bossy style struck a 
chord in him.

"Get your tongue up my cunt," she said, stepping over him and forcing 
his head back.

Johnny put his tongue out as far as he could and licked the inside of 
Ginny's pussy as she pushed his head further back and put more of her 
weight on him. Ginny reveled in what felt like being fucked by a very 
tiny, very agile penis. She was glad that Johnny had a nice long tongue 
and she thought of another place where it would feel good.

"That's nice, Johnny," she cooed. "Real nice. Would you like to put 
your tongue where it would turn me on even more?"

Johnny mumbled his assent, sure that he was going to get to lick 
Ginny's clitoris.

Ginny stepped back, spun around and bent over slightly.

"Lick my asshole, Johnny," she ordered in a bored tone of voice.

Johnny hesitated for an instant. This girl had more moods than anyone 
he knew and she changed them when he least expected it. Now she wanted 
him to put his tongue in a dark, dirty place. He felt a little 
revulsion but suppressed it. He had already decided that he'd do 
whatever Ginny said. Just making that resolution made his head spin but 
more with excitement than fear. He leaned forward and navigated by 
feel, easily finding the girl's tight, warm serration with his ardent 
tongue.

Ginny reacted to Johnny's intimate probings with a savage joy. He did 
it and he didn't even complain! Now I can make him do anything! She 
pressed back against him, spreading her legs so the boy could have 
better access to her sensitive rosebud. She tugged on Jack's shoulders.

"Lick my clit, Jack," she said hotly. "Lick my clit while Johnny sticks 
his tongue up my butt."

Jack tried to comply but Ginny's bent-over posture made it hard. He 
burrowed in and finally made marginal contact with the girl's enlarged 
nubbin. His chin bounced off Johnny's, to the disgust of both of them.

Ginny realized that this game had problems and mentally kicked herself 
for not planning better. Now she had to choose between her own 
satisfaction and completing the subjugation of Johnny. It was an easy 
choice. The sexy teenager sat back against the boy's tongue.

"Get it further up my ass," she hissed, feeling his attempts at 
compliance immediately.

She met his probing with even more backwards force. It made it hard for 
Jack to get to her clit and it took him a long time to make her come 
but she knew it was worth it.

Afterwards, Ginny thought about the boys. She ought to get them off 
once more and she hadn't yet clearly established her superiority over 
Jack. She sank to the her knees on the blanket.

"Oh, Jack." she said sweetly. "Lie down here on your back, will you? 
I'll do something for you I know you'll like."

Jack did as she asked, pleased that she wasn't going to make him do the 
same kinds of things as Johnny. Ginny sat on his chest facing his feet 
and clamped his arms to his sides with her knees. She reached out and 
caressed his hard-on gently with her right hand as she cradled his 
balls with her left. She masturbated him slowly as her left hand 
fluttered like a butterfly between his legs and over his testicles. He 
groaned with pleasure. Ginny picked up the pace with her right hand and 
started pinching and scratching his balls with her left. It felt better 
than he could have imagined and he gave himself up to the ecstasy.

Ginny knew she had him then and she put her weight on her knees and 
walked backwards, then slowly, slowly sat back down, this time on the 
boy's face. Jack could see enough in the moonlight to know what was 
happening as the slim teenager's soft bottom descended upon him. Her 
hands kept up the exciting caresses and he knew that if he didn't do 
what she wanted she'd stop touching him. Ginny leaned forward and her 
buns separated. Finally, her tight brown opening, still wet from 
Johnny's tongue, touched Jack's mouth. With a little moan, Jack 
tentatively slipped his tongue through his lips. He felt her furrows 
and ridges as he licked her slowly.

Ginny delighted in Jack's soft tongue as she continued to sit back on 
the boy. Soon he felt a heavy weight on his cheeks and he stopped 
licking and began to probe the teenager's tight bottomhole with his 
tongue. And still Ginny increased the pressure, until all her weight 
was resting on the boy's face and he had to tilt his head back in order 
to breathe.

Her hands flew up and down his cock.

"Like that, Jack?" she taunted. "Like having your tongue up my butt? 
Like licking my asshole while I jerk you off? Sure you do. I know you 
do. You like it so well you're gonna shoot your load while I sit on 
your face. Well c'mon, cream for me. Let's see what you've got in you."

Jack spouted what was indeed an impressive quantity of white, sticky 
fluid, considering that he had come less than an hour earlier. Ginny 
encouraged him in a patronizing tone.

"Oh, that's nice. Come some more. A little more still. Very good, 
Jackie."

Ginny walked forward and sat in her previous position on Jack's chest. 
She motioned to Johnny and he straddled his friend and faced the girl.

"And what about you, Johnny?" she said in the same condescending tone. 
"What can I do for my Johnny?"

She reached down with her left hand and inserted her middle and ring 
fingers in her hot wet cunt. When they were thoroughly coated with her 
oily fluid, she reached out and between Johnny's legs, positioning her 
fingers at the entrance to the boy's asshole.

"Well, for starters, how about this," she said as she slid her fingers 
inside him.

He grimaced but stood where he was. She grasped his dick firmly with 
her right hand and stroked it rapidly as she explored the secret 
recesses of his rectum. Johnny came in an embarrassingly short time, 
covering Ginny's breasts with his semen.

On the way back to her house, Ginny cautioned the boys.

"I know you guys like to talk about your conquests. This wasn't exactly 
a conquest but you might be tempted to blab about it to your friends. 
If I one word gets back to me, I'm gonna tell everybody all the 
details. You don't really want that, do you? I didn't think so. That's 
why you'll dummy up, right?"

The boys nodded silently.

"On the other hand, if you guys can keep a secret, we can play some 
more. I've got lots more things to show you."

****************************************************************

Bobby dashed down the hall, grabbed the jamb of his sister's door with 
a suddenly outstretched hand and pivoted into her room, hanging there 
as she turned slowly away from her desk.

"You didn't waste any time little brother," she teased, "They haven't 
been out of the driveway for more than thirty seconds."

"I couldn't wait for them to get of out the house. It's knowing that 
they'll be away most of the day that made the difference. It'll be the 
first time since, well, you know..."

Mary Beth stood up and sauntered slowly towards the boy.

"Yeah, Bobby. I think I do know." She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled 
the shirt-tails out of her shorts.

"I think you want to get it on with your big sister."

She pulled her bra aside and ran her index finger around her dark-
brown, puffy nipple as she licked her lips and favored her brother with 
a slow-eyed gaze. The girl's nipple hardened slightly and pushed its 
way upwards.

"You'd like to nibble on my tits, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, Sis."

She pushed her shorts down, stepped out of them and tossed them 
casually on the bed. Mary Beth raised her hands to her hips, inserted 
her fingers in the waistband of her white cotton panties and lowered 
them until her pubic hair just showed at the waistline.

"You'd like to lick my pussy, too. You want me to sit on your face 
while you lie there and lap me with you big wet tongue."

She shrugged out of her blouse, tossed it over her shoulder and stood 
with her hands on her hips in her underwear.

"You'd like to fuck me too, huh Bobby? You want to drive your big cock 
up my pussy? You want to fuck me so hard I squeal; so hard I beg for 
mercy?"

She closed the distance to her brother and grabbed his stiff cock 
through his jeans. She looked Bobby hard in the face and hissed at him.

"Your dick says that's what you want, little brother."

Mary Beth backed away, crossed her arms and changed back to a teasing 
tone.

"But you know what, Bobby? You're gonna have to work for those things. 
You've been too wimpy, Bobby. It's time you acted like a man."

Bobby's responded in a surly voice.

"Whaddaya want from me, Sis? Most of the time you get on my case if I 
don't do what you say fast enough."

"I've got lots of moods -- you oughta know that by now. And now I'm in 
the mood for a tough guy. The only way you're gonna get in my pants 
today is if you rip 'em off me."

Bobby took a step forward and wrapped his arms around his sister.

"You mean if I want it I'm gonna have to take it?"

Mary Beth wriggled but her brother didn't let her go.

"You got it, bro'."

She suddenly spun around and out of her brother's grasp and disappeared 
out the door, her pushed-down panties winking at Bobby as her buns 
moved up and down.

Bobby started after her but thought better of it. Smiling, he slowly 
stripped, tossing his clothes on his sister's bed. Ready for action, he 
ran lightly into the hall. Seeing no sign of her, he quickly searched 
his and his parents' bedroom; she wasn't there either. He darted into 
the living room, looked around and saw Mary Beth jump up from behind 
the couch and sprint for the door he'd just come through. Bobby dashed 
after her catching her as she tried to turn the corner into the hall. 
He tackled her with his arms around her waist; she tried to twist loose 
as she fell but only succeeded in loosening Bobby's grip enough so his 
hands slipped down her legs, dragging her panties to her knees.

Mary Beth turned onto her face so she could make another break but 
Bobby wriggled his way up her body and held her down. His cock slipped 
between the cheeks of his sister's bottom as he struggled to control 
her; the girl tried to wriggle away but he pressed down hard with his 
hips and her writhing only served to excite him.

"Gotcha, Sis," he said as he held her down. "Now you're mine."

"Bullshit!" Mary Beth gave a mighty but unsuccessful, twist.

"Don't push it, or I'll ram this dick up your butt. It'd be easy. You'd 
like to get butt-fucked, wouldn't you, Sis?"

He moved his hips downward an inch or two.

Mary Beth had set this up and she'd thought that she could keep it 
under control but having her little brother's cock up her ass wasn't 
part of her plan. There weren't a lot of things she hadn't done but 
that was one of them and she wanted to be thoroughly in control her 
first time. The teenager had a small moment of panic.

"Don't fuck me there!" she blurted out.

Bobby knew she meant it and that gave him a perverse kind of desire to 
do just that although he'd been mostly teasing before. Bobby's shaft 
slid jerkily down between Mary Beth's wiggling buttocks until the tip 
rested a couple of inches up from her virgin bottomhole. Shifting his 
weight away from his sister's back made him a little unstable; Bobby 
lifted his hips a bit, reached down with his hand and grabbed his penis 
so he could press it into her. He pushed down and it the head dropped 
down into the depression around her asshole; he eased forward with his 
hips.

Mary Beth felt Bobby's rod forcing her puckered rosette apart. He was 
really going to do it! The realization gave her strength and Bobby's 
new position made him vulnerable. She tightened her buttocks, jostling 
Bobby's hand and keeping his probing cock momentarily at bay, then she 
twisted sharply and Bobby lost his balance, falling heavily on her as 
she lay on her side. Bobby shifted tactics and rolled his sister over 
on her back, rucking himself up, grabbing her wrists and pinning her 
hands to the floor. She panted as she struggled but Bobby got his 
pelvis between her legs and pushed forward with his cock.

Mary Beth's panties were still around her knees and Bobby couldn't get 
her legs far enough apart. It took him a while to realize what was 
wrong but finally he grabbed both her wrists with one hand reached down 
with the other and pushed the underwear down one leg, leaving it to 
dangle around one of Mary Beth's calves. He grabbed his cock and moved 
it around until he could feel his sister's warm cunt with the head. She 
was so wet that Bobby had no trouble driving his prick in to the hilt 
in spite of her evasive movements.

With both hands now holding Mary Beth's wrists, Bobby fucked her with 
hard, short strokes as he taunted her.

"Thought you could get away, huh? You little prick-tease -- just lie 
there and take it. Just lie there and let me fuck the shit out of you. 
I'm gonna come in your tight little box, Sis. The more you wiggle, the 
more it turns me on. Oh God, you're so hot and tight! Get ready, cause 
here it..."

Bobby felt a hard grip on his shoulders and before he had any idea what 
was happening, he was pulled back and thrown on the floor. He looked up 
at his assailant. His father stood over him, shouting incoherently, his 
face twisted and ruddy as he opened and closed his fists spasmodically. 
His mother backed into the corner, clasped her arms across her chest 
self-protectively and started to cry.

Mary Beth rolled into a ball and covered her face in her hands. Sounds 
very much like sobs emerged, then the girl caught her breath for an 
instant.

"He r..raped me," she gasped and then struggled to her feet and ran 
awkwardly in the direction of her bedroom.

The door slammed and Bobby was alone with his parents.

Bobby didn't understand it. In the midst of this family crisis, his mom 
had decided to invite his aunt over for dinner. His sister was sticking 
to her story about being raped and his parents both believed her, no 
matter how much Bobby had pleaded that she had led him on. Neither Mary 
Beth nor Bobby had admitted anything about any previous sexual 
encounters and Bobby didn't even try to explain that they had been 
playing a sexual game so his story wasn't at all convincing. He had 
finally given up trying to talk to his mother and his father was so 
angry he could barely stand to be in the same room with him.

And now he was going to have to deal with an outsider. He liked Aunt 
Pamela well enough but she was such a formal person. His mother's 
younger sister had never married and gone into the real estate 
business. Now she had two offices in town and a flock of agents working 
for her. He usually saw her in a business suit with her hair in a bun, 
accentuating the regal planes of her face. And she acted businesslike 
most of the time, never getting too excited, always cool, maybe a 
little detached. She was a stickler for politeness in Bobby and Mary 
Beth and always gently but firmly corrected them when they forgot their 
manners with her.

Now they'd all have to act like nothing was going on and of course they 
can't carry that off, so they'll all sit around stiff and there'll be 
awkward silences and boring discussions of safe topics. The thought 
made Bobby's skin crawl. Here he was all torn up with shame at what 
he'd done, even more shame at being caught, angry at his sister for 
putting all the blame off on him and frustration with his parents for 
believing her instead of him. He was as full of nervous energy as if 
he'd downed four cups of coffee at a sitting and he was going to have 
to push it all inside and appear calm. Shit!

He dressed in his nice wool slacks and a clean sport shirt, buffing his 
good shoes but not bothering to apply new polish. The doorbell rang. He 
went to answer it, knowing his mom was busy in the kitchen. On the way 
he ran into Mary Beth, who ignored him. He looked at the way she was 
dressed and got angry all over again. The simple white frock and 
understated makeup made his sister look like a choir girl, like a 
sacrificial virgin, like an innocent but Bobby knew what a two-faced 
bitch she was...

Still angry, he jerked open the front door. Pamela stared at him with a 
startled expression on her face that gradually solidified into an 
unspoken demand for an explanation or an apology. Bobby chose the 
latter.

"Oh, sorry, Aunt Pamela. I guess I was in too much of a hurry. Please 
come in."

Pamela swept by him as he held the door, giving him a sidelong glance. 
She headed for the kitchen with Bobby trailing behind. Pamela dashed 
forward and hugged Bobby's mother, Connie, getting a little flour on 
her suit in the process. Bobby thought their greeting was more 
restrained than usual. They always seemed so close to him, which was 
surprising considering what different persons they were. They were the 
same height and coloring but Connie's soft, voluptuous body contrasted 
with Pamela's lean, athletic figure; her loose, relaxed hairstyle with 
Pamela's severe one.

Pamela dressed like a businesswoman but Connie had given up her job 
when she got married, busied herself with volunteer work and dressed in 
Madison's version of Junior League style. The women began to talk in 
low tones, not exactly excluding Bobby from the conversation but making 
no attempt to bring in into it. He got the message and went to his room 
where he lay on the bed wishing he were somebody else.

The dinner was just as bad as Bobby had feared. His sister sat beside 
him looking angelic as she prattled on about how much she was looking 
forward to going to college in the fall. Pamela sat across from him; 
every so often Bobby thought he noticed her looking at him with an 
valuative expression on her face. She seemed cool and a bit aloof but 
at the same time focused on him in a manner that made him even more 
uneasy. He felt like a bug under a microscope. Not being involved in 
the conversation, he tuned out...

...Until he heard Pamela say something to his mother.

"Connie, I've decided that it will be all right with me. You'd better 
talk to Bobby, though."

Bobby came back to earth with a jolt. Talk about what? He wished he'd 
been paying enough attention to know what Aunt Pamela was talking 
about.

His mother looked wary. She turned to Bobby's father, a florid, fleshy 
man not given to unnecessary speech or displays of emotion.

"Ed," she said with a hint of pleading in her voice, "Why don't you 
tell Bobby what we've been talking about?"

The phlegmatic man at the head of the table cleared his throat and put 
down his fork.

"Bobby, your mother and I have talked and we've decided that some 
things will have to change now. We don't think it would be right for 
you and Mary Beth to live in the same house, at least until Mary Beth 
goes away to college in the fall. You have already shown that you 
aren't to be trusted in some areas and we don't have any confidence 
that there won't be a repetition of the, er, incident that just 
happened. Maybe Mary Beth could have stopped you but you were the 
person who caused the problem, so we think you should be the one to 
leave the house. You can do one of two things. One, you can finish out 
your school year at that military academy we looked at last year -- the 
one in Indiana -- and then stay there for the summer term, either 
returning here in the fall and going back to Madison Central, or 
graduating and going on to college. Or, you can live with Aunt Pamela 
until the fall. We've asked her if she would take you in and look after 
you and she has agreed to do so. I'm sorry, I know that it seems like 
we're rejecting you and throwing you out of the house but we really 
don't mean it that way. We just can't take the chance of a repetition 
of what happened. We wouldn't be being good parents if we let that 
happen and it certainly wouldn't be fair to Mary Beth."

He didn't sound angry but Bobby figured that he was just putting on a 
good show.

After making one of the longest speeches that Bobby had heard from him, 
Ed ground to a halt. He remained with his elbows on the table and his 
hands folded into a tent as he watched Bobby through pale blue eyes.

Bobby felt his face flush with anger and shame. Tears of frustration 
sprang to his eyes. He jerked himself to his feet, knocking his chair 
backwards to the floor and ran blindly out of the room.

A few minutes later, his mother found him sobbing on his bed. She 
rubbed his back lovingly. Bobby relaxed with a sigh.

Connie spoke gently.

"I'm sorry, Bobby. We still love you. I love you. We don't know what 
else to do. It probably won't be for very long. Please understand."

Bobby's mother massaged his back and shoulders. He felt the cool, 
strong hands pressing, kneeling and stroking him through his shirt. 
When she leaned over him, her hair fell against his cheek; it smelled 
like Mary Beth's. Connie pressed her thumbs together at the small of 
his back and slowly drew them apart and down. Bobby caught himself 
hoping she'd slid her thumbs under the belt of his pants. His prick 
grew heavy and thick. She bent to kiss his cheek and her scent was so 
like his sister's that he wanted to turn and kiss his mother's lips, to 
open them with his tongue and to sip her nectar.

He wanted to touch her heavy woman's breasts, to weigh them in his 
hands and to suckle at their thick, chewy nipples. He wanted to slide 
his tongue down her belly until he reached her thick dark bush, then to 
find her damp, pungent nest and lick the lips until they spread 
welcomingly. He wanted to make his mother pant, to moan, to sweat, to 
writhe and ultimately to convulse helplessly under his tongue. He 
realized that it was time to get out of there.

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Burdened by two suitcases. Bobby stumbled up the stairs to Aunt 
Pamela's front porch. He dropped them on the grey floorboards and 
caught his breath. His parents had refused to drive him over and he'd 
had to walk the eight or nine blocks. His arms ached and the exercise 
combined with the warm spring day had caused him to sweat through his 
tee-shirt. Taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell.

After a few moments, Bobby heard steps behind the door; he straightened 
up and tried to look his best. The latch turned and the door swung 
open. Pamela did not smile as she stood aside and waved her hand to 
invite him in.

"Just leave you bags here," she said in an even voice, "and come into 
the living room for a minute."

Pamela sat on the couch. Bobby started to do the same but she stopped 
him.

"I'd prefer that you stand in front of me."

She spoke slowly and seriously.

"I want you to understand that you are here voluntarily. You may not 
like your choices but you do have choices and one of them is leaving 
here. Should you decide that's what you want, I won't stand in your way 
or talk you out of it. I want you here only if you want to be here. You 
can leave now, or at any time you choose. All I ask is that you tell me 
first. There's just one thing you need to know about your leaving: if 
you go, you can't come back. Is that clear?"

"I guess so," replied Bobby while examining the rug.

Pamela ignored his manners and began to lecture him.

"Your mother told me about the incident with your sister. She also told 
me that you tried to lie your way out of it. I've agreed to take you in 
for a while but only if you agree to work at improving your faults. Do 
you understand?"

Bobby noted Pamela's high-necked white silk blouse, her generously-cut 
charcoal wool skirt and the way her dark-brown hair was pulled back 
into a bun. Her high cheekbones, aristocratic features and her simple 
makeup reinforced the impression of severity that made him nervous.

"Y..yes, ma'am," he stuttered in reply.

"Good. I've thought about it and I've decided that the things you need 
to work on are self-discipline and humility. Your need for self-
discipline is obvious: you couldn't control yourself with your own 
sister. Your lying about what happened means that put yourself before 
the truth, your sister and ultimately your family. Your ego is too 
inflated and if you learn some humility you won't do things like that. 
Do you follow me?"

"Yes'm"

"I told your mother that I would try to help you but I must have your 
cooperation. For your own good, you must follow my instructions exactly 
as long as you are in this house. You must do what I say, when I say 
it. Are you willing to obey me?"

Bobby realized that he didn't have much choice except to go along.

"Yes, Aunt Pamela," he responded.

"That's good. I'll show you to your room now."

Bobby picked up his bags and followed Pamela down the second floor 
hall. She led him to a small, sparsely-furnished bedroom and opened the 
drapes. At her instructions, Bobby sat on the bed as Pamela opened one 
of the bureau drawers. She pulled out a garment and handed it to Bobby.

"I'll give you some time to unpack -- an hour should be enough. Then I 
want you take off all your clothes, put this on and come down to the 
living room."

Bobby inspected the garment briefly, then complained.

"But this is a pair of panties! I'm a guy; I can't wear these."

"I'm going to forgive that outburst since this is new to you but I want 
you to know that it can't continue. You will put those panties on and 
come down to the living room wearing them and nothing else. I am not in 
the habit of explaining myself but again I will make and exception 
because you're just starting out with this. One of your problems is a 
lack of humility. Part of that is your big male ego. Wearing women's 
underwear will eventually train some of that ego out of you. I expect 
no further back talk. Do you understand?"

Bobby nodded and stared at the floor. Pamela walked stiffly out of the 
room and closed the door behind her.

Pamela was sitting on the couch reading a magazine when Bobby came down 
the stairs. She was pleased at her progress so far -- Bobby had agreed 
to her degrading dress code with only perfunctory back talk -- but she 
was anxious about the next few minutes. Bobby paused tentatively at the 
living room door and cleared his throat. Pamela had heard him on the 
stairs but she waited until then to look up from her reading. Although 
she kept her expression impassive, she smiled inwardly at the sight he 
presented, standing nervously in his modestly cut white panties, his 
male equipment making a bulge in the front. His youth and poorly-masked 
innocence excited her greatly.

"Come here," she said sternly, pointing to a spot about six feet in 
front of her.

Bobby shuffled over in his bare feet and stood in front of her. His 
hips were cocked to one side in a vain attempt to shield his manhood 
from her gaze.

"Stand up straight and face me," she ordered. "Put your hands behind 
your back."

Bobby squared his hips and pulled himself up into a semblance of good 
posture.

"Shoulders back."

While not achieving a military bearing, Bobby did the best he could.

"That's better. Let me tell you about some of the rules around here. 
You will come straight home from school and you will go nowhere else 
beside school unless I give you permission to do otherwise. You will 
not go out in the evenings or on weekends without my permission and you 
will keep your room neat and tidy at all times."

"Now we need to have a talk about discipline, especially sexual 
discipline, which appears to a problem for you. First let me explain 
something. You can think anything you like and it's alright with me. 
It's alright with everybody else in the world too because they can't 
know what you're thinking unless you tell then, or act on your thoughts 
in some way. Where the problems start is when you do or say things. 
That's where you need to discipline yourself. You can think the 
dirtiest, most salacious thoughts you want as long as you control 
yourself. Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes'm"

"Good. Now let's discuss your sexual habits. How often do you 
masturbate?"

"Ma'am?"

Pamela admired the blush that began in Bobby's cheeks and spread to his 
chest.

"You heard me. How many times a day, on average?"

"Um...I guess once or twice."

"And what's your record?"

"Huh?"

Pamela admired the beet-red color of Bobby's face. Was there a stirring 
beneath the panties?

"How many times have you ejaculated in one 24-hour period?"

"Five or six, I guess."

"Yes, I think some increased discipline is in order. I have some new 
rules for you. From now on, you will not masturbate at all unless I 
give you permission. I will supervise your sexual release. If I find 
that you have disobeyed me, I will punish you. Is that clear?"

Bobby was astounded but he swallowed hard and responded meekly.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now I know that this will be hard for you and I don't intend to 
suppress your sexuality completely. I will make appropriate 
arrangements from time to time."

Confusion replaced surprise and fear as Bobby's principal emotion. Did 
that mean she would help him get off?

Pamela examined Bobby's crotch. There were definite twitching as 
Bobby's cock strove to straighten itself under the thin nylon. This was 
working out fine; now it was time to change to subject. Sometimes a 
little ambiguity was a good thing.

"Now on to humility," she said, "Come over here and kneel in front of 
the couch."

Bobby complied, glad to have his private parts removed from the center 
of his aunt's vision.

"Now Bobby, it's time for your first lesson in humility. You are going 
to have to do some things that you're not going to like but I promise 
you that you will learn from them. By placing you in humiliating, even 
degrading, circumstances, I will teach you to suppress your ego. Are 
you ready for your first lesson?"

Pamela reached down to her knees and raised her skirt, spreading her 
legs slightly at the same time. Bobby tried to look at her crotch but 
the light was bad and he could just see the dim white of her panties. 
Pamela spoke to him in an even, commanding voice.

"Bobby, I want you to put your face against my crotch. I don't want you 
to do anything else. You may feel a desire to lick me or kiss me but I 
want you to suppress that craving. Put your head under my skirt."

Bobby ducked under the hem and settled in with his face between 
Pamela's legs. She felt his breath against her and suppressed a fierce 
urge to grab his ears and grind her cunt into his face. She gently held 
his head through the skirt. In a little softer tone, she continued.

"Now I'll guide you to the right place."

She moved his head until his nose pressed against her clitoris and his 
mouth was at the entrance to her cunt. She had to tip his head back in 
order to achieve contact in both places but was pleased at the thought 
that some discomfort should be part of his experience. She admonished 
him.

"Just stay right there until I tell you you can move while I read a 
little."

He felt her rest the magazine against his forehead as he surrendered 
himself to the perfumed darkness. Her pungent odor was strong in his 
nostrils. He felt her soft pussy hair through the thin nylon. She 
seemed damp under his mouth but he couldn't tell if the cause was her 
secretions or his hot breath. He breathed in through his nose so he 
could smell her better and out through his mouth because he thought it 
might excite her. He had only the dimmest idea of what might happen if 
she got turned on but it seemed like a good thing to do.

Pamela knew what was causing the wetness and she knew there would be 
more when the juices that were already filling her pussy leaked out. 
She knew she couldn't do anything about that but she told herself to be 
sure that she didn't give the boy any other clues about how hot she was 
getting. No wiggles, no pants, no moans, she thought; I need to stay in 
character.

After several minutes she put down the magazine and spoke to him.

"Can you smell me?"

"Yes," he mumbled into her pussy.

She inhaled sharply.

"Yes, what?"

"I'm sorry. Yes, ma'am."

"That's better. You may call me ma'am or you may call me Aunt Pamela 
but you must talk to me respectfully."

"Yes'm"

"Do I smell very strong?"

"Yes, Aunt Pamela, you do."

"There's a reason for that. Ever since I agreed to let you come to my 
house, I've changed into the same pair of panties every time I came 
home. For five days now, I've worn these panties around the house so 
they'd be nice and ripe for you. I thought it would be more humiliating 
for you to press your face against my soiled panties than if they were 
clean. So just think about how dirty they are as you bury yourself in 
them."

"There's something else. It will do your male ego some good if you 
learn to respect women more. So while you're kneeling there with your 
face in my lap, I'd like you to get into the idea of worshipping my 
vagina. It's the center of womanhood and you need to respectfully adore 
it."

"Think of both things at once. You're sitting there with your mouth and 
nose pressed into my soiled underclothes. It's dirty, yet you keep on 
doing it. At the same time, underneath my dirty panties is my warm 
vagina. You love it and want to show your respect to me and to all 
women by honoring it. You press your mouth against it as a symbol of 
your esteem."

Pamela picked up her magazine again but she couldn't concentrate. She 
loved having his face pressed against her pussy but she was excited and 
frustrated and wanted to come. All in good time she thought as she 
concentrated on not moving while Bobby knelt with his mouth against her 
dampening crotch.

When she had taken all she could, she lifted her skirt again. Bobby 
blinked in the light and Pamela ordered him to straighten up. She 
glanced down at his pelvis. His erection made a stiff tent pole for the 
white panties and a few drops of pre-come dampened the material at the 
apex.

Pleased, she spoke again.

"That was very good, Bobby. I think you're a good boy who has developed 
a few bad habits. Nothing that can't be fixed, I'm sure."

Pamela touched Bobby's face with her left hand, then touched his lips 
with her fingers. She slipped her index and middle fingers into his 
mouth.

"Suck my fingers," she whispered, "Make them wet and slippery."

Bobby sucked and licked while Pamela swirled her fingers around his 
mouth.

"And now, Bobby," she continued, leaving her fingers in his mouth, 
"It's time for your second lesson in humility. I want you to get on 
your hands and knees on the couch, with your head against the armrest."

She withdrew her fingers reluctantly.

Bobby clambered into position and Pamela sat behind him.

"Put your shoulders down on the arm of the couch," she said in a 
soothing voice.

Bobby complied.

"Now I'm going to take down your panties."

She pulled the underclothes over his hips gently and slowly, stopping 
when they were just above his knees. She touched his wrinkled asshole 
with her wet fingers. The small, pink, hairless opening entranced her.

"One of the things that men with big egos are usually touchy about," 
she began as she slipped her middle finger in up to the second knuckle, 
"Is their anus."

He was tight, warm and elastic. She reminded herself to take it slowly. 
"It bothers them to have a woman's fingers in their rectum."

She withdrew her finger and probed again, this time with both her index 
and middle fingers. Bobby tensed his sphincter, found that that made it 
hurt and did the best he could to relax.

"You may have some of those feelings yourself. If you do, I think 
you'll find that they diminish upon repeated treatment."

She twisted her hand back and forth.

"Sometimes it takes a while though and I may have to do this for you 
many times."

She thrust her fingers inside and massaged Bobby's prostate.

"You can help by letting me know when your ego asserts itself. If you 
come and tell me, I can treat it, either this way, or with some other 
technique."

If he were going to rebel, he would have done so by now. With growing 
confidence and mastery, she finger-fucked Bobby's butt with rapid, firm 
strokes.

Pamela continued, her voice growing more seductive.

"And now, Bobby, I'm going to be very nice to you. This is getting you 
excited, isn't it."

"Yes, ma'am, it sure is."

"It would be hard for you to keep from abusing yourself if I sent you 
to your room right now, wouldn't it?"

"Yes'm."

"I know. Well, since this is your first day and you're just getting 
used to things around here, I shall relieve you. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes, Aunt Pamela, very much."

"You'd have to ask me nicely first."

"Oh...um...Aunt Pamela, would you please, er, take care of me?"

"You want me to masturbate you?"

"Y..yes, ma'am."

"Then say it."

"Please Aunt Pamela, will you masturbate me?"

The word sounded clinical to Bobby's ears and made his pleading seem 
craven to him.

"Yes, Bobby, I will masturbate you until you ejaculate."

Pamela suppressed a trembling in her right hand as she reached for 
Bobby's cock. She strove for a cool precision in her touch and resisted 
the urge to lovingly stroke his member. Holding him gently but firmly, 
she began a series of long, even strokes with a moderate tempo that 
matched the way she finger-fucked his asshole. Bobby didn't last long 
at all. As he spurted, Pamela aimed his cock into the panties bunched 
around his knees. She kept up the same steady rhythm for a minute after 
the last spasm, knowing that Bobby would be especially tender then.

Pamela released Bobby's cock and slipped her fingers out of his ass. 
She reached down and pulled the panties up around Bobby's hips, 
reaching between his legs and rubbing his come into his crotch.

"What do you say, Bobby?" Pamela prompted.

"Thank you, Aunt Pamela."

"That's right. Next time I want you to thank me as you ejaculate. Thank 
me once each time you spurt. Do you think you can remember that?"

Also Bobby was thoroughly satiated for the moment, he was thrilled by 
the implication that there would be a next time. Eagerly, he answered.

"Oh yes, Aunt Pamela, I'll remember."

"That's good. Run along to your room now. By the way, don't sit down 
until your semen dries. I don't want to get the furniture dirty."

"Does that mean I can't change clothes?"

"Yes, Bobby. I want you to wear those panties all day. Each day, I want 
you to put on a new pair when you get up in the morning. You can change 
into your regular clothes when you go to school but I want you to 
change back into your panties as soon as you get home. I don't want you 
to wear anything else around the house and I want you to wear the same 
pair all day. Is that clear?"

Bobby didn't like the sound of this but he was still coming down from 
the state of intense sexual excitement that Pamela had caused and he 
didn't want to disagree with her, so he answered.

"Yes'm."

Bobby went off to his room to finish unpacking and to do his homework 
standing up. Pamela took a bath. After locking the door carefully, she 
lay in the warm soapy water and caressed her clitoris with her index 
finger until she came violently. Her stomach muscles contracted in 
spasms as she struggled to keep from crying out in her ecstasy. 
Afterwards, she relaxed and marveled at her good fortune.

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"I don't know about this, Ginny," Jack whined as the teenager walked in 
circles around the tree, wrapping the rope tight around his body.

She moved slowly downwards, pinning his hands to his sides, trapping 
his erection against his belly, forcing his thighs and knees together 
and ending with a square knot at his ankles. Johnny, also naked and 
already similarly bound, watched from several feet away.

"Then why are you so hard, Jackie?" mocked the slim brunette.

She reached out and fingered the boy's equipment then pulled the rope 
out with one hand and freed his cock with the other.

"You got a rod just thinking about it, didn't you? You like being 
helpless while I make you do things. Dirty things. Nasty things. You 
can't wait to find out what's going on in my filthy little mind."

The girl smirked into the hulking boy's face as she masturbated him 
slowly, squeezing him a little harder than necessary. This was the big 
one; if things worked out, she'd have both boys in the palm of her 
hand. She gave Jack a few quick jerks, then spun away.

"How 'bout a little show, boys?" Ginny asked in a theatrically throaty 
voice.

She put her hands behind her head and lifted her hair to the top of her 
head, then let it fall about her shoulders.

"You wanna see this body?"

The girl teasingly unbuttoned her blouse as she undulated her hips. The 
blouse hit the ground, followed by Ginny's shorts and her thin white 
brassiere. She pulled down her panties and posed provocatively as they 
bunched around her knees, then she kicked them up in the air, caught 
them with one hand, sauntered over to Jack and slapped him gently 
across the face with them. Over and over the soft material bounced 
silkily against the boy's cheeks, bringing hints of Ginny's aromas to 
Jack's nostrils.

His excitement shone in his eyes and Ginny smiled at the effect her 
teasing humiliation was having. She turned her underwear inside out, 
put her hand behind the crotch and rubbed the damp spot against Jack's 
nose and lips. Looking suddenly bored, Ginny hung her underwear on 
Jack's stiff prick; it trembled as the twitching of his cock bounced it 
around.

Ginny shifted her attention to Johnny.

"He looks pretty silly, doesn't he?" she smirked as she put her hand on 
his shoulder and gave him an insolent look.

"Well, so do you, kid. You may not have my underwear dangling from your 
cock..." She reached down to stroke Johnny's half-hard prick. "But 
you're a sorry case, just the same."

Ginny put her tongue in the boys ear, then whispered.

"You want to put this thing somewhere where it's warm and slippery?"

"Yeah, baby. I want to shove it up your hot cunt."

"I'm the one that'll do the shoving; you're the one that's all tied 
up."

Her fingers flew up and down Johnny's now-stiff shaft, fluttering 
delicately like butterfly wings.

"Whatever you say, Ginny. I just want to be inside your pussy."

"You're gonna have to promise me something, though. You're gonna have 
to do whatever I say afterward."

"Don't I always?"

"I guess so but tell me now."

She tweaked the tip of Johnny's prick with her fingers.

"Fuck me baby and I'll do whatever you say."

Ginny turned and rubbed against the boy like a big cat, wriggling her 
hips up and down as she twisted, finally feeling his rod between her 
buttocks. She bent at the waist and reached between her legs, 
manipulating Bobby's stiff member and tugging it downward feeling it 
catch against the tight, recessed ring of her asshole before she worked 
it loose and still pressing backwards with her hips, dipped the head 
into her hot, wet, sticky honey pot.

"That feel good, big boy?" she breathed softly as she wiggled his shaft 
up and down with her fingertips.

"Ungh."

Johnny's incoherence was caused by his urgent desire to bury his dick 
in Ginny's tight pussy and his frustration that all his pushing against 
the ropes was getting him no nearer to his goal. He kept flexing his 
hips back and forth anyway.

Ginny pushed his cock down far enough so she could rub her clitoris 
with it.

"Want more, Johnny?"

"Lemme fuck you. Please."

"Like this?"

Ginny thrust her hips back against the boy. Her warm slickness was 
delicious. She tightened her vaginal muscles on him and he thought he'd 
die with pleasure.

"Oops!"

Ginny let out a playful, teasing cry as she pulled away from him. She 
twined her arms around Johnny as she kissed his ear and whispered.

"Now you know what it'll be like, Johnny. I'll fuck you just like that. 
I'll fuck you 'til you shoot in my hot cunt. But promise me again, 
Johnny: you'll do just what I say afterwards."

"Sure, Ginny. You know I will."

Ginny danced away from the tree and found her purse, then sashayed back 
tearing open a square foil packet.

"Aw c'mon Gin, lemme fuck you bareback."

"No way, kid. You already got more than you should've."

She rolled the sheath down Johnny's rod and held him as she turned her 
back, bent over and pressed herself onto him.

"How's that, Johnny?" she asked as she began thrusting backwards 
sharply and pulling forward leisurely with a little hip-wiggle.

"Shit, Ginny. You feel fucking fantastic."

"I knew you'd like it," Ginny purred.

She rode the boy to his orgasm while looking deeply into Jack's eyes.

"Before I untie you, I'm gonna tell you what you have to do." Ginny 
whispered for a few seconds in Johnny's ear and Jack saw his eyes 
widen.

"I can't do that..." Johnny started to protest but Ginny cut him off.

"Of course you can. You might even like it. You'd never admit it, 
though..."

The girl stood in front of Johnny with her hands on her slim hips.

"Promise me, now, or you'll spend the rest of the day tied up."

"Okay, Gin...But what's Jack gonna..."

"Let me worry about Jack," said Ginny crispy as she began to fumble 
with the knots.

Soon Johnny was free; he stripped off the used rubber as the pair 
advanced on Jack. Ginny stood behind Johnny and pushed down on his 
shoulders until he knelt at Jack's feet. Ginny pulled her panties off 
Jack's still-stiff prick, scissored one leg over Johnny and wrapped her 
arms around Jack's bound body. The ropes felt strange against her skin; 
she rubbed her body up and down, savoring the feel of Jack's smooth 
skin and the roughness of his fetters. She trapped his dick between his 
body and hers and rubbed against it, rotating her pubic mound in little 
circles as she pressed against him.

Johnny looked up at Ginny's buttocks, flexing and squirming just inches 
from his face. He saw the shiny slickness between her legs and peered 
into the dark, hairy forest of her pussy. A drop of oily, clear fluid 
dripped down the girl's leg and Jack leaned forward to lick it off. He 
followed the spicy odor in the direction of Ginny's cunt and plunged 
his tongue into its hot, wet interior as the girl began to pump her 
hips back and forth. His nose slipped between her buttocks and slid 
over her greasy asshole. A few weeks ago, Jack had been repelled when 
Ginny made him lick her there but something had changed: Ginny's tight 
brown ring turned him on now. He worked his nose into its recesses.

Ginny's motions were beginning to chafe Jack where she rubbed his cock 
against the rope that crossed his belly; he was relieved when she 
pulled back a bit, reached down with one hand and pushed his cock 
between her legs. She was shorter that he, so her crotch forced his 
cock uncomfortably downward, even though Ginny stood on tiptoes.

"Do your stuff, Johnny," the girl mumbled, to Jack's confusion.

Johnny knew the time had come and he steeled himself as Ginny pressed 
her hips forward causing Jack's cock to slide past her vagina and into 
Johnny's open mouth. The kneeling boy tentatively licked the head, then 
pressed forward, plunging his nose into Ginny's brown rosebud as he 
sucked his friend's cock. It felt soft and warm in his mouth. He 
repressed the urge to gag.

Jack didn't know what was happening until he felt the light sharp nips 
of Johnny's teeth. He tried to twist away but could only move an inch 
or two. Ginny whispered as she licked his face.

"How's your dick feel, Jackie-boy? You like the way Johnny sucks your 
cock? He's not as good at it as I am, is he? He'll get better if he 
gets lots of practice, though."

"That's disgusting! Let me go!"

"Disgusting, huh? Then how come you're still hard? If it's really 
disgusting, then you won't come in his mouth, will you. That'll be the 
proof, Jackie. Can Johnny get you off? I'll bet he can. See if you can 
keep from coming but I think you will."

Meanwhile, Johnny was doing his best to turn Jack on but he wasn't 
getting very far, because Ginny's squirmy ass kept him from getting 
much of Jack's cock into his mouth. That was actually fine with Johnny, 
who has made his piece with sucking just the end of his friend's dick, 
as long as he got to bury his face in Ginny's delicious ass while he 
was doing it but was worried about going much farther.

Ginny hadn't thought much about the problems Johnny would have in this 
position but she wanted a change for reasons of her own: she wanted to 
watch Johnny as he sucked his friend off. The thought of seeing the 
head of Jack's big dick rippling under Johnny's hollowed cheeks turned 
the girl on and she scissored one leg back over Johnny and knelt beside 
him.

"Hey, there, boy. Yeah, you with the dick in your mouth. Are you a good 
little cocksucker? Go ahead, you can get more meat in."

Ginny pressed on the back of Johnny's head and he obediently let Jack 
further inside, then began to move his head up and down on the boy's 
penis. Ginny slid her hand down Johnny's back and stroked his buttocks. 
What the hell, might as well give him a thrill, thought the girl as she 
trailed the fingernails of her other hand down Johnny's chest before 
wrapping her fingers around his cock. She pumped him gently and probed 
between his asscheeks for his tight little hole. With Ginny's middle 
finger up his butt, her strong hand fisting his dick and his mouth full 
of Jack's warm prick, Johnny was drowning in sensation. He moaned and 
pressed forward until he felt Jack against the back of his throat.

Ginny looked up at Jack. His eyes were slits and his face was 
contorted. Johnny's mouth felt great but he was revolted by what was 
happening. Gradually the good feeling grew until it dominated his 
squeamishness. He grunted.

Ginny picked right up on it.

"Turns you on, doesn't it, Jackie-boy. You gave me all that shit about 
how disgusting it all was but look at you now. Pretty close to dropping 
your load?"

She turned to Johnny.

"Suck him faster now. Move your mouth up and down on his hot, stiff 
prick. Yeah, that's right. Play with his balls. Good. Yeah Johnny -- 
suck that cock. Make him come in your mouth."

Johnny moved faster and faster until he felt Jack's prick jerk in his 
mouth. One hot spurt hit the back of his throat and he pulled suddenly 
away and bent down to spit out the sticky fluid. Jack shot a few more 
squirts into the air before Ginny took pity on him, reached up and 
milked his dick dry.

She stood up and wiped her hands on Jack's face. Looking at the 
ashamed, beaten look in his eyes, she knew she wouldn't even have to 
threaten them. They'd know that she'd tell everybody about what 
happened if they crossed her. She was home free; they'd do anything she 
said from now on.

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When Bobby came home from school the next day, Pamela was waiting in 
the hall.

"Bobby," she said while putting one hand on his shoulder, "I want you 
to go up and get into your panties and come down to the living room. Be 
quick about it."

Bobby ran up the stairs. Pamela sauntered into the living room and 
stood by the coffee table waiting. There was a clatter on the stairs 
and Bobby darted round the corner and braked to a halt. He looked 
confused and vulnerable in the underwear. Pamela watched his equipment 
jiggle back and forth under the thin material. She favored him with a 
thin smile.

"It is time for your next lesson in humility. Lie down on the floor on 
your back."

Bobby complied. Pamela walked over to him and stood over his head 
facing his feet. Bobby tried vainly to look up her skirt but it was too 
dark.

"Bobby," she began, "I am now going to sit on your face. You will find 
that your nose and mouth will be pressed up against my anus. Again, I 
don't want you to move your mouth at all and I want you to make sure 
that you keep your tongue inside your lips. Do you understand?"

Bobby wasn't the quickest kid around but he knew his lines.

"Yes, Aunt Pamela."

Pamela lowered herself onto Bobby's face. She leaned forward and 
balanced herself on her hands and pressed her asshole against Bobby's 
nose. She smiled as she watched his cock start to twitch. She sat down 
a little harder and felt his nose pressing firmly against her opening. 
She momentarily regretted that she was wearing panties but reminded 
herself that she had lots of time and in the end she would be even more 
satisfied if she brought him along slowly. She noted that his cock was 
already hard. It lay flat against his belly, making a ridge in the 
white briefs. She moved forward and brushed his lips with her 
bottomhole, then gradually increased the pressure. Bobby's cock 
strained against the panties as it tried to rise from his stomach.

Pamela talked to Bobby in an even voice.

"It may be difficult for someone with a big male ego to press his nose 
and lips against a woman's anus but that's precisely why it's good for 
you. It may be hard for you to be completely passive while a woman 
decides just where on your face to sit and while she sits on you just 
as hard or as gently as she wants but it will do you good. I'm going to 
sit here a while and let you get used to the feeling."

After ten or fifteen minutes Pamela arose. She stood over him again, 
then moved over to the couch and sat down. She spoke softly.

"Bobby, you may get up now."

Bobby rose unsteadily to his feet.

"Come over here."

She pointed at the floor just in front of where she sat.

Bobby shuffled over and stood in front of her. His erection jutted out 
against the panties. Pamela looked at it with a feigned expression of 
irritation.

"Would you like me to relieve you?"

"Please, ma'am."

"You know how to ask."

"Would you please masturbate me, Aunt Pamela?"

"Yes, Bobby, I will. Take your panties off and hold them so they will 
catch your emissions."

Bobby awkwardly extricated himself from the underclothes. Pamela 
assumed what she hoped was a bored expression as she fisted Bobby's 
cock back and forth. Bobby came as quickly as before and held the 
panties up to catch his semen. After one or two spurts it seemed to 
Pamela that he had forgotten her instructions and she remonstrated.

"Remember how to thank me, Bobby."

"Thank you...thank you...thank you," Bobby intoned in time with his 
squirts, which were in turn timed to her strokes.

After the panties were soaked, Pamela instructed Bobby to put them on 
and go up to his room to study.

For the rest of the week, Pamela performed variations on the theme. She 
always met Bobby as he came home and she always made him worship her 
asshole while she sat on his face wearing her soiled panties. Sometimes 
she would jack him off afterwards as he stood in front of her, all the 
while looking at him in the same way that a milkmaid looks at a cow. 
Sometimes she would finger-fuck his asshole while she made him come. 
Sometimes she wouldn't let him come at all. Bobby got to the point 
where he had a hard-on when he came down the stairs with his panties 
on, then he began to get hard on the way home from school. Pamela spent 
a lot of time in the bathtub with her hands between her legs.

On Friday night, Pamela came into Bobby's room as he was getting ready 
for bed. He stood uneasily beside his desk and his prick began to 
harden. Pamela noticed and smiled to herself. She went to his bed, 
turned down the covers and picked up the pillow. She took something out 
of her pocket and stuffed it into the pillowcase. Turning back to 
Bobby, she announced firmly.

"I've put a pair of my panties in your pillow. I've worn them a long 
time and they smell like me. I want your head to be full of a woman's 
essence while you sleep. I don't want you to remove them, move them, or 
turn the pillow over."

She turned on her heel and left abruptly.

After a while, Bobby went to bed. At first he found the intoxicating 
aromas that came up from his pillow to be pleasant. He thought of his 
time between Pamela's thighs and got hard. He thought of the way she 
sat on his face and he remembered her stroking his cock. His excitement 
kept him awake and when he finally fell into a shallow sleep, he 
dreamed fitfully of Pamela. It was a very long night.

The next morning, Pamela awakened Bobby at about eight and invited him 
to come down for breakfast. It was a special treat for Bobby: waffles, 
blueberries and real maple syrup. He stuffed himself under Pamela's 
watchful gaze.

After they cleaned up, Pamela invited Bobby into the living room. She 
sat on the couch and he stood in front of her. She fingered his cock 
through his panties and he stiffened immediately. She looked up at him.

"Today you're going to learn something new, Bobby. You have already 
acquired some abilities in passive discipline; now I'll get you started 
on active discipline. In active discipline, you have to do more than 
just take what someone else dishes out -- you have to control yourself 
to achieve a result that part of you doesn't want. Do you understand?"

"I'm not sure, Aunt Pamela."

"I'm sure it will be clear as we get into it. Now take your panties to 
your knees."

Bobby pushed his underwear off his hips and down his thighs. His prick 
sprang to attention.

Pamela continued.

"Now masturbate slowly."

Tentatively, Bobby put his hand to his cock. He gripped it nervously 
and took a couple of strokes. Pamela encouraged him.

"That's right Bobby, do it some more. Now stop for a minute. Here's 
what I want you to do: I want you to masturbate until you almost 
ejaculate but I want you to stop just before you do. You'll know when 
you do it right because a little clear fluid will well up from the tip 
of your penis. If you go too far the fluid will be cloudy. I'll let you 
get away with that much but if you squirt I shall punish you. It will 
be hard for you because part of you will want to come but you will have 
to be strong. Begin now."

Concentrating hard, Bobby began to move his hand back and forth. After 
a minute, his hips started twitching. Pamela watched him as if she were 
administering an English test but inwardly she was filled with a heady 
excitement. Bobby felt that he was getting close and stopped.

Pamela leaned forward and eyed Bobby's helmet.

"You stopped too soon, Bobby. There's nothing there but the normal 
wetness that you get there when you get excited. When you get as close 
as I want you to get, there will be much more. Try again!"

It didn't take Bobby nearly as long to feel that tingle in his balls. 
He got to where he stopped last time, took about three more strokes and 
took his hand away. Uh-oh, he thought, that's too much; I'm gonna come. 
He gritted his teeth and tried to hold back. He felt something filling 
his cock and then a gentle flow emerged to wet the tip of his cock and 
to drip into Pamela's hand.

She inspected the fluid in her palm.

"That's too much, Bobby. This is all cloudy. At least you didn't 
squirt. Rest a minute and try again. I'll hold you while you get 
ready."

She cupped his balls in one hand and pressed with her fingertips at the 
place where his sac joined his groin.

Under her control, Bobby rapidly was rejuvenated and began to once more 
fist himself. This time he was successful and Pamela watched with 
approval as clear liquid covered the head of his cock. She picked some 
up with her thumb and then licked it off as if she were somehow 
conducting a taste test to see if it was the right stuff. It was salty 
and viscous and she loved it but she simply nodded her head.

"That's good, Bobby. Now do it again."

Bobby was overconfident this time and stopped too late. A single jet 
emerged into Pamela's waiting hand. Bobby felt his body twitching as it 
got ready to deliver the rest of his load but he managed to hold that 
much back.

Pamela looked at her hand, then at Bobby. He was worried but she spoke 
mildly.

"You ejaculated, Bobby. I'll have to punish you for that but because 
you're trying so hard and doing so well, I'll be easy on you."

She stood up and rubbed his come onto Bobby's face. She reached under 
her skirt and tugged at her panties, worried that their wetness would 
give away her excitement but eager for what was to come. Standing on 
one leg at a time she removed her underwear and balled the garment in 
her hand.

"Open your mouth, Bobby. I'm going to gag you with my panties."

As she stuffed his mouth, she continued.

"I put the crotch right where your tongue will be. You can taste me and 
smell me while you masturbate yourself. And don't even try to talk."

She sat back down and resumed her grip on his balls. He was soon ready 
and tried again. He was excited by the feel and taste of her panties in 
his mouth and compensated by stopping early -- too early, as it turned 
out. He tried again but was again too early. Pamela longed to take him 
in her mouth and suck down his juices. She knew it wouldn't take more 
than a few swipes with her tongue at the head of his cock to put him 
well over the edge. She repressed her desires.

"Try again, Bobby. You can do it." She urged him on.

Bobby made another run at it but stopped too soon again. Pre-come oozed 
copiously from his cock but Pamela knew what she wanted and that wasn't 
it.

"Come on, Bobby. You're going to have to push it a little if you're 
going to do it again."

Bobby's face screwed up in concentration as he started to beat his meat 
one more time. He was in a fever of excitement caused by the repeated 
masturbation, the delicious stern presence of his Aunt and the smell 
and taste of her underwear in his mouth. He felt the first surges of 
his ejaculation, took one more stroke and stopped. For a moment, he 
thought he'd done it. His elation turned to chagrin as he felt his 
muscles start to pump out his thick white syrup. Pamela held up her 
hand and caught the first heavy, viscous spurt. Several weaker ones 
followed, filling her palm.

Pamela beckoned him to lower his face, smeared his emissions all over 
his nose, mouth and cheeks, then spoke harshly.

"Bobby! And you were doing so well! I'm sorry but I really will have to 
punish you this time. Go into the bathroom and get a towel."

Blushing deeply, Bobby reached down to pull up his panties. Pamela 
stopped him.

"Leave those around your legs. You can walk if you take little steps."

Bobby hobbled off toward the bathroom, pausing occasionally to reach 
down to reposition his panties, which worked down his legs as he 
shuffled along. He soon returned carrying a large bath towel. He paused 
to pull his underwear up a bit. Pamela almost burst out laughing.

There he was, dressed only in women's underwear worn as a hobble, his 
face covered with his own come, his cheeks a full as a chipmunk's and a 
corner of her panties emerging from his mouth, his cock erect and 
purple from his attentions, sweating from the excitement and from his 
exertions and loving every minute of it. Her lips quivered as she tried 
to keep a straight face. She had her school teacher look on and hoped 
Bobby would just think that she was impatient.

Bobby made it all the way across the room and handed Pamela the towel. 
She spread it primly across her lap then looked at Bobby significantly.

"Lie across my knees, Bobby and put your hands on the floor."

Bobby felt a brief impulse to rebel but it disappeared as fast as it 
came. She hadn't made him do anything yet that didn't result in some 
weird and crazy turn-on; this probably wouldn't be any different. And 
besides, he was somehow in her power -- he automatically obeyed her 
without even thinking about it. He didn't know if he could not obey 
her. He lay in a V across her lap, supporting himself with his hands 
and feet.

He heard her voice addressing him.

"Do you know what I'm going to do, Bobby?"

Bobby bobbed his head up and down.

"I'm going to give you a mild spanking. You need to work on controlling 
your impulses, don't you?"

Another nod.

"Maybe this will help."

She gave him a sound slap on one buttock with her right hand. It hurt a 
little but mostly stung. He flinched anyway. She repeated the blow, 
this time on the other cheek. She caressed his bottom with her hand, 
then smacked it twice more. She ran her middle finger up and down the 
crack of his ass, then probed at his asshole. As she sank it in as far 
as the second knuckle, she asked him:

"Do you think this will help your self-control?"

Bobby nodded. He didn't know if it would or wouldn't but this whole 
scene was getting him even hotter. Her spanks didn't hurt much and what 
pain there was mixed with his excitement and his submissive position in 
ways that aroused him.

Pamela withdrew her finger and whacked him several more times. She 
found his bottom hole again and sank her finger to the hilt, wiggling 
it around for good measure. Leaving her finger in his asshole, she 
spanked him, somewhat ineffectively with her left hand. Looking for a 
better combination, she put the middle and index fingers of her left 
hand into his ass while she slapped him with her right hand. She had to 
reach around the hand that was probing him to get to his right buttock 
but she was pleased with the effect. She felt his stiff cock through 
the towel and her dress. She moved her legs around to try to give it a 
little stimulation. She withdrew her left hand from his asshole and 
gave him four quick, hard slaps with her right.

She then pushed him away.

"Stand up now, Bobby."

Bobby pulled himself erect. His face was deep red and he was sweating 
furiously. His cock pointed at Pamela curving towards the ceiling. She 
looked at him intently but her words were mild.

"There now. That wasn't so bad, was it? You're doing very well, 
overall. I think that you're going to be good at this."

She beckoned him closer. He leaned down and she daintily reached for 
the part of her panties that emerged from his mouth. Holding a corner 
between her thumb and forefinger, she slowly extracted her garment and 
laid it on the towel still covering her lap. She smiled up at him.

"Kneel down, Bobby."

His face was level with hers. She took it in her hands as she told him 
what was to come.

"Bobby, I've worked with you for a week now. You're doing quite well. 
Part of that is because of your efforts and part is because I've been 
such a effective instructor. I'm going to give you a chance to show me 
your gratitude. I think you'll enjoy it yourself but don't forget that 
you're doing it to show me how much you appreciate what I'm doing for 
you."

She removed the towel and underwear from her lap and laid them on the 
floor between Bobby and the couch. She stood up and pulled part of the 
towel onto the cushion, then sat back down on it. She lifted her skirt 
and beckoned him forward. He put his head between her legs and scooted 
forward on the floor, wiggling his nose into his Aunt's damp pubic 
hair.

"You've done this before, Bobby but it's different this time. Part of 
the difference is that I'm not wearing underwear. Do you like that 
part?"

"Yes'm," Bobby mumbled as her pressed his lips to her slippery labia.

He was beside himself with excitement.

"The other part concerns what you're going to do. Before, you were 
passive but not this time." Her tone changed to one of command. "Lick 
me."

Bobby didn't need much encouragement to do what he had been dying to do 
anyway. He leaned forward and lapped at her labia. His tongue slipped 
easily between them and was quickly covered with her sticky juice.

"A little deeper. That's good."

Bobby thought that he could follow orders like this all day.

"Now move up a bit. A little higher. No, that's too high. There. Feel 
that little nubbin?"

"Mmph."

Pamela interpreted that as an affirmative.

"That's my clitoris. If you lick me there, I'll have an orgasm. It will 
make me feel good and it will be your thanks to me. Be gentle."

Bobby licked up and down. Little tremors ran through Pamela's guts. It 
was finally happening and it was every bit as delicious as she had 
hoped.

"Now make little circles around it."

As Bobby complied, Pamela reveled in being able to teach such a young, 
handsome innocent to bring her pleasure. She would turn this boy into 
her perfect lover. What an opportunity!

"Now back and forth."

Pause.

"Now up and down again."

Pause.

"Circles."

Pause.

Then, in a growing frenzy.

"Faster, Bobby, faster. Press a little harder. Right there. Yes. Yes. 
YES."

Pamela bucked her hips against Bobby, quivered, groaned and went over 
the top, falling down in wave after wave of ecstasy. She lifted her 
skirt to get a look at her nephew. His face was slick with his come, 
her come and both their sweat. He looked at her face, saw the look of 
radiant happiness there and beamed in satisfaction -- he made her look 
like that! And then he looked down, down at what he'd been tasting, 
smelling, kissing and dreaming about all week. Her pussy was mouth-
watering: pink lips glistening with his saliva and her juices, pouting 
and pulsing with tiny rhythmic contractions; her clitoris just peaking 
between the smaller lips up near the place where the larger ones came 
together; and a lush covering of long, curiously straight, dark-brown 
hair that filled the place between her legs and continued up a third of 
the way to her deep, narrow belly-button.

He put his face in her lap. She held his head and stroked it gently. 
Presently, she pushed his face down into her crotch.

"It's time for you to get back to work," she said softly. "I was in a 
hurry then but this time we'll take it long and slow."

Surprised, Bobby started to lick her clit again. She remonstrated.

"No, Bobby, not like that. Start out very softly and slowly. Stretch it 
out. Make it take an hour, if you can."

Bobby learned fast and Pamela started a long, slow climb. When she was 
pleasantly aroused but still a long way from coming, she slowed Bobby 
again, so she could linger on the high plateau. She drifted along on 
his tongue like a balloon on a breeze, soaking the towel beneath her 
hips.

"Okay, Bobby," she whispered, "Take me a little higher."

Bobby moved fractionally more quickly and she gradually rose to a place 
where she could feel a series of exquisite tiny orgasms, like a string 
of firecrackers exploding at great distance in slow motion. Her hips 
rocked back and forth in a relaxed rhythm as she floated from peak to 
peak. Tiring a bit, she gently pressed downwards on Bobby's head while 
raising one leg and propping her ankle against the cushion. Bobby 
obediently tongued the entrance of her pussy, lapping up her free-
flowing liquor. She pushed him lower still.

"My anus," she intoned.

Bobby kissed her bottom hole, feeling its furrows and fissures with his 
lips. He pressed his tongue to the opening, licking up the fluids that 
had dripped down from her pussy. He tasted her dark brown flavors and 
moved his tongue faster in search for more. Pamela relaxed her 
sphincter and felt his tongue invade her softness. It was exquisite -- 
like velvet. She melted.

Soon she felt an urgent need for release and she pulled gently on 
Bobby's hair. He moved upwards, pausing at the entrance to her pussy. 
Urged on by her tugging, he came once more to her stiff little button.

"Be quick, Bobby," she directed. "Tight little circles. That's right, 
Bobby, you're going to make me come again. This is the big one Bobby. 
Take me over the top. Make me scream. Yes. Now. Eee..."

Pamela keened as Bobby licked frantically. Her stomach muscles 
contracted in great spasms and her hips bucked so much that Bobby had a 
hard time staying on target. Finally satiated, she pushed his head 
away. Bobby stared up at her, fascinated once more by the radiant look 
on her face. He was suddenly conscious of how much the muscles at the 
base of his tongue hurt.

Pamela roused herself. She knew what she wanted to do but she thought 
that it wouldn't be right at this stage of Bobby's training. She 
decided to do it anyway. This looked like one special kid and she was 
going to go with her gut.

"Bobby," she said in a voice that trembled just a bit, "That was 
wonderful. It was so wonderful that I'm going to do something special 
for you. I don't want you to get the idea that this is going to happen 
very often but it's going to happen now. Stand up, Bobby."

Bobby rose unsteadily to his feet. His panties fell down to lie in a 
soft white pile around his ankles. His prick stood out red an angry-
looking. Pamela pulled him closer and he took a half-step, ending up 
with his legs between hers and his shins pressed against the couch. She 
touched his member lovingly and leaned forward. Bobby thought he knew 
what she was doing but he wanted it so badly that he was afraid to 
believe it for fear that he would somehow jinx things. She looked up at 
him as she opened her mouth and softly kissed the head of his cock. 
Slowly, slowly, she pressed forward, opening her lips just enough to 
let him in.

She paused when she had engulfed the helmet and pulled slowly back 
again, licking the heart-shaped place on the underside with the pointed 
tip of her tongue. She held his gaze for a minute, then moved swiftly 
forward, taking most of him in her mouth. She stroked him with her 
tongue as she pulled back again, stopping when the head began to emerge 
and rapidly swallowing him. She sucked gently on his pole, as gradually 
pulled back, her cheeks hollow.

She felt the twitching that meant he was about to come. So soon, so 
quick, she thought. She was disappointed but took comfort that there 
would be many more times. She moved her head rapidly now, sucking and 
licking and stroking the base of his cock with her hand. Bobby came in 
thick ropes, which Pamela swallowed greedily. At last, she pulled back 
for the last time and smiled up at him. A drop of white liquid escaped 
from the corner of her mouth and rolled down her chin. She scooped it 
up with her index finger, which she held to Bobby's lips. He licked her 
finger as she probed his mouth. She took back her hand, put the finger 
in her mouth, gave him a provocative look and sent him upstairs.

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Ginny's heart pounded so hard she could hear the blood pumping in her 
ears. They'll kill me if they catch me snooping in their bedroom she 
thought. She tried to settle herself down. C'mon girl, they're gone for 
at least an hour. If they come back early, you'll hear them in the 
driveway and be out of here and lying on your own bed looking sweet and 
innocent before they get through the front door. Reason provided only a 
partial calming. The girl's hands trembled as she pawed carefully 
through the dresser drawers, rearranging things as they were after she 
sifted through the contents.

Lessee, this is Mom's underwear drawer...Ooh, there's a sexy pair of 
black lace panties! I wonder when she wears these? And this black 
pushup bra, real low-cut on top. She closed the drawer and opened the 
one above it. Dad's jockey shorts, socks...She burrowed deeper. Ooo la, 
la! Feel these stretchy bikini briefs! I wonder what Dad's meat looks 
like cradled in these. She licked her lips nervously, imagining sliding 
her fingers across the slippery material and feeling her father's prick 
underneath, then feeling his cock start to harden as she moved her hand 
faster, hearing him sharply inhale as she gripped him hard...She shook 
her head, returning her thoughts to the present.

She was down to the paper at the bottom of the drawer and reluctantly 
pushed it closed. Ginny shuffled through the boxes on top of the 
dresser, finding jewelry, sunglasses, collar stays, safety pins and a 
pile of pennies. She looked around. The bureau was an inch or so away 
from the wall. I wonder if...she thought, disappointed that her search 
hadn't turned up anything salacious. Probably not. She leaned over an 
grabbed one of the back corners of the bureau and pulled. The dresser 
hung up on the rug so the girl lifted up and dragged the chest of 
drawers out about six inches.

She walked around to the side and ran her hand up and down the back of 
the bureau. Paper rustled against her fingers. She wedged her head 
between the chest and the wall and peered into the gloom as she 
explored, finding a manila envelope taped to the plywood with the open 
end up and the flap loose. Eagerly, Ginny dipped her fingers into the 
pouch, where they encountered some paper. She pinched her fingers 
together and pulled and out came a magazine.

The young girl gaped at the cover. A naked middle-aged man lay bound 
face-down across a chair, his head bent back to look into the camera. 
Over him stood a thin brunette dressed in shiny black leather, holding 
a riding crop bent between her hands and looking at her captive with 
malicious intent. Ginny's heart began pounding again and she looked 
around the room to reassure herself that she was alone.

The teenager flipped quickly through the pages. Letters, pictures, 
stories, ads -- all about women dominating men. And the men seem to 
love it. Look at this letter! Some guy's writing that his mistress -- 
mistress!-- makes him sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed, makes 
him eat her pussy until his tongue cramps up, never lets him fuck her, 
jerks him off sometimes if she feels like it and he thanks her for it!

She found a picture story. A man knelt on the floor of a bathroom and a 
tall woman in a leather garter belt, black stockings and black pumps 
with impossibly tall heels towered over him. He kissed her shoes. She 
put one foot on the toilet and pointed at her pussy. He licked her as 
she curled her lip at him. She grabbed him by the hair and ground his 
face into her cunt, twisting her mouth into grimace of grotesque 
ecstasy. Satisfied for the moment, she bent him over the toilet, sat on 
his back and slapped his bottom with her bare hand.

Ginny turned the page. A hairbrush had appeared from nowhere and the 
woman pounded the man's cheeks with it until they darkened in the 
grainy black-and-white photographs. The spread finished with a shot of 
the woman, still sitting on the man, looking straight into the camera 
with an expression of triumph as she masturbated with her legs spread 
wide. The people were not good-looking and their poses and expressions 
were short of convincing; the tawdry feeling excited the young girl 
immensely. Her mouth was dry but her pussy was more than moist. She 
rubbed herself absently between her legs as she turned the pages.

Ginny heard a noise in the street and she quickly restored the magazine 
to its place in the envelope, noting the presence of at least one more 
as she slipped it in. She jiggled the dresser back into position and 
dashed into her bedroom, running to listen at the window. A car drove 
off but after that she heard nothing.

The young girl lay on her bed and hugged herself with her arms folded 
across her chest. False alarm. That's okay. Gotta think. Who put those 
things there? Couldn't be Mom. Dad? But he's so tough! Wait a minute. 
What about that silky underwear? That's his for sure, even though it 
doesn't go with his image. That stuff's gotta be his. That mean that 
he's...he's like the guys in the pictures! He wants women to push him 
around. No, wait. Maybe both of them like it that way. Maybe Mom 
dresses up like in the magazine and...Ginny got a flash of her mom, 
dressed in shiny black leather, spanking her father as he leaned across 
her lap. If they both like to do that stuff, they'll have some clothes, 
something that would give them away.

Have I looked everywhere? I thought I had but it took me until today to 
find the magazines. Ginny's pulse headed back towards normal. I need to 
keep looking, mused the girl, her hand returning to her crotch. She 
undid her shorts and pushed them down her legs. She shoved her panties 
aside and slipped two fingers between her pussy lips. They emerged 
covered in slippery goo. Ginny moaned as she tossed about on the bed, 
thinking of the women in the magazine and the men they controlled.

Ginny stood in the center of her parent's bedroom, looking around as 
she chewed on her index finger. Two systematic searches had turned up 
nothing. She was beginning to form a theory about her parents. Dad's 
hiding the magazines from Mom, not just me. Otherwise there'd be some 
kind of clue, a whip, a paddle, some leather thing...That means Mom's 
not into it. Did Dad ever ask her? Maybe he's ashamed of feeling that 
way. So what's he doing with the magazines? Just look at them when 
Mom's not home? Nah, he's probably just like the guys with their 
Penthouse mags, I'll bet he beats his meat while he flips the pages. Is 
that what he does those Saturday afternoons when Mom's out shopping and 
he goes in the bedroom and locks the door? Is he lying on the bed with 
a big ol' boner, just whacking off to beat the band? The thought 
excited her and she went in her bedroom and brought herself off again, 
this time thinking about her father.

Ginny sat in the passenger's seat of Jack's car after school. The day 
was warm but not warm enough to explain the perspiration beading on the 
girl's forehead and the spreading wetness under the arms of her thin 
white blouse. Ginny smiled and waved distractedly at some of her 
friends as they spread through the parking lot; her fingers fluttered 
in her lap as she picked at the dark-brown beach towel covering her 
legs to her waist.

Occasionally, when nobody was close, the girl let a discreet whimper 
escape her lips and her hips twitched irregularly under the terry 
cloth. In the dark under the towel, Jack crouched in the footwell and 
serviced Ginny's pussy. He was very warm in the enclosed space and he 
could no longer sort out all the sources of wetness around his face: 
the copious emissions from Ginny's excited pussy, the girl's sweat that 
covered her belly and soaked her thick black bush, Jack's own 
perspiration, beading on his face and dripping down his cheeks and 
dripping off his nose and jaw onto the car seat between Ginny's legs 
and the moisture from Jack's aroused breathing.

The boy's head reeled from the intoxicating smells: pencil shavings, 
urine, musk and sweat. The muscles at the base of his tongue ached from 
the effects of his earnest and persistent efforts to satisfy the 
teenager. She had already come twice and seemed to be in no hurry for 
the third orgasm: she'd whispered twice for him to slow down.

Slowly, the girl climbed up to another climax; her stomach muscles 
convulsed deeply and she swallowed a gasp. As she came down she slumped 
further in the seat and pressed lightly on the back of Jack's head; the 
boy obediently worked his tongue between buttocks slick with pussy 
drippings and lapped at Ginny's asshole, slack and loose after the 
repeated stimulation of her clitoris. The boy knew what she wanted; he 
worked his tongue deep inside.

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On Monday, Bobby came straight home from school, went upstairs and came 
down dressed in panties greatly distorted by his anticipatory arousal.

Pamela met him in the living room and pointed at the floor. Bobby 
knelt, looking confused. Pamela put both hands at her waist, flat, 
palms down. Bobby lay on his back. She stood over his shoulders and 
prepared him.

"There are two things that are different today, Bobby. First, I'm not 
wearing any panties. Second, I want you to be more active than before. 
In a minute I'll sit on your face and press my anus against your lips. 
I want you to open them and lick me as deeply and as thoroughly as you 
can. I've been running around all day and I feel dirty, especially 
there. I want you to clean me up with your tongue. Do you understand?"

Bobby replied in the affirmative as his prick twitched in anticipation. 
Pamela noted both answers as she squatted over her nephew's face. She 
put her hands on his chest for balance and lowered herself until her 
asshole just grazed his lips. Bobby took in her sharp, dark odor, then 
tentatively licked just outside her brown ring. She was a little greasy 
there and moist with perspiration. He lapped in decreasing circles 
until he was licking at the center of Pamela's bottom hole. She pressed 
downwards slightly and Bobby tried to push his tongue inside.

He felt her springy ridges pulsating gently, now opening to admit him, 
now closing and squeezing his tongue back out. Pamela relaxed her 
sphincter as she applied more pressure. Soon she had most of her weight 
on Bobby's face except when she let up so he could breathe. When she 
sat down on him, she relaxed completely and Bobby could push his tongue 
into her serrated channel and lick at the soft, slick walls. The 
darkness made it easier for Bobby to concentrate on the way she 
smelled, tasted and felt. She made him lick her for a long time; the 
muscles at the base of Bobby's tongue ached.

Pamela reached forward and held Bobby's prick through his panties. She 
spoke slowly, sternly.

"Bobby, usually I'm very careful to use the right words. I'm going to 
be careful now but the right words for what's about to happen are 
different from the words I usually use with you. The words I need now 
are the words that will help your humility."

Pamela paused then continued in a hard, commanding voice.

"Bobby, lick my ass. Get that tongue up my asshole."

She began to slap his prick lightly through the cloth, forcing it first 
to one side, then the other.

"Lick me where I shit, Bobby. Put your tongue up in that dirty, slimy 
place. Lick it clean, Bobby and swallow it down."

She saw him begin to tremble and she returned to stroking him.

"Lick my brown hole, Bobby. You love it. You love to lick my tight 
little asshole, don't you? You like to get your tongue up where my shit 
comes down. I'll bet you'd like me to fill your mouth right now."

Bobby lost in the heady combination of humiliation and stimulation, 
spasmed and squirted, covering his belly with hot jism that soaked 
through the panties. Pamela rubbed Bobby's cock through the newly-slick 
cloth as it softened, then shifted her position so her pussy was over 
Bobby's mouth. She whispered.

"It's time to thank me for being so nice to you."

Ignoring the discomfort of his throbbing tongue, Bobby licked his 
aunt's clitoris until she enjoyed several powerful orgasms.

With some effort, Pamela restrained herself from allowing a breakdown 
like Saturday's. She groaned and grunted as she came but merely patted 
Bobby's head afterwards, treating him like a particularly obedient dog.

For the rest of the week, right after school Bobby licked Pamela's 
asshole until his tongue was sore. After that, she would sometimes make 
him stand in front of her and would pat his cock first from one side 
and then the other, gradually increasing the strength of the blows 
until his stiff prick bounced violently back and forth. She would keep 
up the slapping until he came in his panties.

Sometimes she would make him lower his panties to his knees and would 
fist his cock back and forth until he filled her hand with his juices, 
which she then transferred to his face. Once, she ignored his need for 
release and sent him off to do his homework. Each day, Bobby finished 
his time with her in adoration of her pussy. She grew greedier each 
time, forcing him to suck her for longer and longer. Bobby gloried in 
being the instrument of her satisfaction.

The next Monday, Pamela wasn't in the house when Bobby came home from 
school. Bobby called for her several times then went up to his room, 
changed into his panties and began to do his homework. After about half 
an hour, he heard the front door open. He started down the stairs, 
meeting Pamela on the landing.

"Sorry I'm late, Bobby," she said breathlessly. "I'm still trying to 
sell that industrial tract north of town and we had these bigwigs in 
from Detroit. God, what turkeys. One of them actually tried to make a 
pass at me. He got into the car and sat with his leg pressed up against 
mine. I just looked at him hard until he blushed and moved away. He 
looked like a little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar! 
Sometimes men are just boys..."

She paused to rub Bobby's half-hard prick. "...but some boys are men."

She collected herself and continued in a less-conspiratorial, more cool 
and distant tone.

"Bobby, I need to change out of these clothes. I think that you should 
be my chambermaid this afternoon. I'll bet you'll like that and you may 
learn something. Follow me."

Pamela led the way to her bedroom. She opened the closet door and 
turned her back on Bobby.

"Take off my jacket and hang it up."

Bobby pulled her suit jacket over her shoulders and down her arms, 
revealing a medium-weight white silk blouse, damp with perspiration 
down the middle of her back. He noticed rings of moisture, faintly 
tinged with yellow, around her armpits.

She turned around and pointed at the floor. Bobby knelt and she stood 
on one leg, holding her foot out to him. He carefully removed one pump, 
then the other. She turned to one side and indicated the buttons on her 
skirt. Bobby undid them, then lowered the zipper, catching Pamela's 
skirt before it hit the floor. She stepped out of the garment and Bobby 
went to hang it in the closet. When he returned she pushed him to his 
knees again and pointed at the waistband of her white half-slip. Bobby 
deliberately tugged the garment across her belly and down her legs. She 
moved out of the cloud of white nylon and told Bobby to go to the 
bathroom and put it in the hamper.

Bobby had never been in her bathroom before and he sniffed the air and 
looked around as he crossed the threshold. There were many strange-
looking bottles and jars on the counter but aside from that it seemed 
pretty normal to him. Vaguely disappointed that her private room hadn't 
been more exotic, he returned to the bedroom, where Pamela was still 
standing.

She smiled at him ruefully.

"Now we have to get rid of these awful pantyhose. I really don't know 
why I wear these things -- that's not true, I wear them because they're 
quick and easy but they're even worse than stockings of a hot day like 
this. No, wait a minute -- before you take them off, there's one thing 
I want to do...Bobby, sit down here with your back to the bed. That's 
good, now slouch down a bit and rest your head on the mattress. Now 
just stay there."

Pamela knelt on the bed with one leg on either side of Bobby and 
lowered her doubly-covered pussy to Bobby's face. Pumping her hips and 
bearing down, she slid the slick material back and forth across his 
nose and lips.

"Lick me, Bobby," she urged, "See if you can make a dent in these 
things."

Bobby was intoxicated by the scent of Pamela's sweaty, smelly pussy and 
he tried manfully to lick it but the taut nylon mesh frustrated him. 
Pamela let him work at it for a few minutes before she pulled away to 
stand over him.

"I think you'd better get these off now, Bobby, " she directed.

Bobby raised his arms to her waist, pushing his hands under her blouse. 
He dragged her pantyhose down her legs, knocking her bikini panties 
slightly askew in the process so a tuft of dark brown pubic hair was 
visible at the waistline. He lay back and pulled as she lifted one leg 
at a time. She held out her arms and Bobby unbuttoned the sleeves of 
her blouse.

Pamela pulled Bobby to his feet and stood before him expectantly. He 
raised his hands to her throat and began to unbutton her blouse. She 
stared at him solemnly as he worked his way down her belly. The garment 
hung from her shoulders and Bobby gazed at as much of her light nylon 
brassiere as he could see. She shrugged her way out of her shirt and 
caught it as it fell from her arms. She fumbled with the blouse for a 
moment, found one armpit and rubbed Bobby's face with the slick damp 
cloth. Her acrid aroma clung to his lips.

And now," she said with an arch expression, "I want you to take off my 
brassiere."

Bobby was acutely conscious of the fact that he'd never seen his aunt's 
breasts in the flesh, although he'd certainly spent a lot of time 
imagining what they'd look like. His hands trembled as he reached for 
the clasp in the valley between them. Awkwardly, he freed the catch and 
pushed the cloth to the side. Pamela's breasts were everything he 
hoped: full, with just enough sag to be sensual, large brown areola 
topped with stiff nipples and a few blue veins running back and forth. 
His hands trembled even more as they resisted the urge to cradle his 
aunt's warm, soft boobs.

Pamela saw the look of hunger in her nephew's eyes and it quickened her 
already-rapid heartbeat. She took a half-step backward.

"There's just one thing," she purred, "that keeps me from being naked." 
Bobby knelt before her and reached for the waistband. She gently 
slapped his hands away.

"Put your face right here," she said as she moved his head so that his 
nose hovered over her pubic mound, "And take them off slowly."

Bobby pulled down Pamela's panties, watching her public hair spring up 
as the waistband uncovered it. As he pulled the elastic past his nose, 
her hair leapt up to tickle it. Her smells were intoxicating. He didn't 
move his face even when Pamela's pants were at her ankles. She stood 
there for several minutes, loving the feeling of having Bobby on his 
knees with his nose in her pubic hair. She knew he urgently wanted to 
kiss and lick her but that he was too well trained. She took pride in 
knowing that the training was all her doing, that she had created this 
delicious situation.

At last, she stepped back, kicking her panties into Bobby's stomach.

"Hang the clothes up," she said languidly as she lay down on the bed, 
"Then come back here."

After a minute, Bobby returned from the bathroom, his prick making its 
usual immense protuberance in his panties. Pamela never grew tired of 
looking at him this way. I wonder why men's fashion designers don't 
make their clothes with something limp and frilly over their cocks, she 
thought. Probably because all the big-time designers are men. They 
stick us women with all that junk; I'd like to see what would happen if 
the shoe were on the other foot.

Bobby paused at the end of the bed. Pamela eyed him contentedly from 
her reclining position.

"You know, Bobby," she began, "Some chambermaids stop after undressing 
their mistresses."

"But sometimes their mistress wants a little extra personal attention. 
When that happens, the best chambermaids give extra service. I'd like 
some extra service right now. I feel hot and sweaty and I'd like you to 
soothe me with your tongue. You can start with my feet."

Bobby knelt at the foot of the bed and laid his upper body down on the 
spread. Pamela moved one of her feet close to his head. He held her 
ankle gently in both hands, paused in momentary confusion, then pressed 
his lips to the ball of her foot. What a natural, thought Pamela; 
sometimes he needs hardly any direction at all.

Bobby kissed Pamela's foot softly. She smelled of leather and 
perspiration; the combination was delightful. He licked at the sole of 
her feet. His tongue tickled Pamela a bit; she clenched and unclenched 
her toes and bit her lip at the intensity of the delicious feeling.

"The toes, Bobby, " she prompted after a minute or so.

He paused with his lips pressed against the tips of her toes. Pamela 
instructed him.

"Take each toe in your mouth and suck on it. Lick me between my toes."

She basked in satisfaction as he obeyed. She pushed her other foot at 
him and he treated it as well as he had the first one.

"Now lick up my legs," she sighed.

Bobby worked his way slowly and thoroughly over her ankles, calves and 
knees. He licked her thighs and after a while she spread her legs, 
allowing him access to the tender skin at the very top of her inner 
thighs. He started to lick her cunt.

"Uh-uh," she demurred, "Skip that part and start again just below my 
navel."

Bobby reluctantly moved away from her pussy and scooted up on the bed 
so he could kiss the delicate skin between her belly button and her 
pubic hair. He worked his way up her rib cage and licked the damp, 
yielding place on the underside of her breast where it curled under to 
meet her ribs. He started to kiss the breast itself but she stopped him 
and rolled on her side so he could lick under her arm. She was slick 
and spicy there, with a faint bitter taste.

"Sorry about the deodorant," she apologized, "I have to wear it when I 
go out on business."

"One Saturday when I don't have to work I won't put any of that stuff 
on then I'll go play tennis or work in the yard until I'm real smelly, 
then I'll make you lick me clean. Would you like that, Bobby? Would you 
like me to hold your face in my armpit until I'm bored with you?"

"Mmm-uh," Bobby replied in the affirmative as best he could while still 
lapping away.

Pamela rolled over and presented Bobby with her other armpit, which he 
attacked enthusiastically.

Pamela lay back as Bobby kissed her neck, ears and forehead. He was now 
lying fully on top of his aunt. Her legs were slightly spread and he 
could feel her pubic mound against his belly, just below his navel. He 
wriggled up a little more and felt his cock pressing against her cunt, 
restrained only by his panties. Pamela recognized the possibility for 
things to get out of hand but was confident that she could control her 
nephew. In fact, she was eager to put Bobby to this kind of test. She 
knew that he would like more than anything in the world to fuck her and 
she knew that he was probably thinking that he might get his chance 
now. She let him think about it as he kissed her cheek.

When he paused with his mouth inches from hers, she stopped him by 
saying softly.

"Bobby, would you like to kiss me?"

What a question! Bobby stuttered as he replied.

"Y...yes ma'am."

"Well you can't. At least not now. But I like knowing that you want 
to."

A pause, lips still poised but apart, then, even more softly and 
seductively.

"Bobby, would you like to make love to me?"

"Oh yes, Aunt Pamela, yes!"

"You can't do that either. Maybe someday but not today."

She spread her legs wider, raised her knees and hooked her ankles over 
Bobby's calves. She tensed her muscles, pressing her cunt against 
Bobby's groin and said fiercely.

"But I love knowing that you want to put your big, stiff penis inside 
my warm, wet vagina."

She pushed Bobby abruptly away from her and rolled onto her stomach.

"Start on my back," she said in a distant tone, "And work down."

Bobby was flabbergasted by the transition. His hormones were raging and 
he wanted desperately to pull his cock out of the silly panties and 
shove it between his aunt's gorgeous, sexy legs. But she had too much 
power over him. He didn't think in terms of the long-term consequences, 
he just knew that he had to do what she said. Humbly, he bent over her 
and kissed and licked his way down her back.

When he arrived at her buttocks, he got on all fours and buried his 
face in her firm, springy pillows, kissing and biting her gently. She 
spread her legs to allow him access to the crack of her ass. He licked 
a path down her fragrant valley; her aroma grew stronger as he 
progressed. As he tasted her damp, oily asshole, she thrust her hips 
backwards toward him.

"Yes, Bobby," She hissed through her teeth, "Lick me there, right 
there!"

Bobby feasted on her dark, sweet essence.

After a long time, she rolled over away from Bobby and lay on her back 
with her arms crossed behind her head. Bobby stayed frozen on his hands 
and knees, wondering what was coming now.

"Bobby," she said calmly, "A chambermaid helps her, uh, his mistress 
with whatever she needs, not just in the bedroom but in the bathroom, 
too."

"Yes'm?"

"I need to urinate now and you can help me."

"Yes'm."

"Follow me."

Pamela led Bobby into the bathroom and pointed at the commode.

"Raise the seat, Bobby."

Bobby complied, then stood back waiting.

"On your knees."

Bobby knelt in front of the toilet.

"Is it clean?"

"Um, I think so, ma'am."

"Put your nose in there and find out."

Bobby leaned his face over the toilet bowl and inhaled.

"It's clean, Aunt Pamela."

Bobby straightened up and Pamela scissored her legs over Bobby, seating 
herself on the seat facing him. She spread her knees about a foot.

"Take a good look, Bobby," she told him.

She inhaled deeply, waited for a few seconds, then her yellow piss 
gushed into the bowl, filling Bobby's nostrils with its delicate 
pungency. Her stream became intermittent and she finished up with two 
short spurts.

"One of the most important duties of the chambermaid," she said 
seriously, "Is to handle the toilet paper."

She glanced over at the roll and Bobby hesitantly tore off a few 
sheets. She spread her legs fractionally and Bobby reached between them 
and patted her pussy perhaps a little longer than absolutely necessary.

Pamela put her hand on his wrist.

"Smell it," she said, "That's a part of me too."

Bobby brought the small white bundle to his face and sniffed. He 
thought that any part of Aunt Pamela smelled wonderful and this was no 
exception. He smiled and returned the paper to the toilet bowl.

Pamela stood up and stepped over him, flinging, "Flush it," over her 
shoulder as she left.

When Bobby came back to the bedroom, Pamela was once again lying on her 
bed.

"I want you between my legs," she said simply, counting on him to carry 
out her wishes.

Bobby knelt at the end of the bed and lay his body on the covers, 
moving his face between Pamela's thighs as she spread her knees to 
accommodate him. He found her sweet, hairy cunt; it was dripping with 
honey. Bobby lapped up as much as he could, then played gently with his 
aunt's clitoris. She closed her legs around his head, shutting off the 
light. Bobby labored in his dark, perfumed prison for an hour, giving 
Pamela several intense orgasms.

Afterwards, she made him get on the bed on all fours and pulled his 
panties down to his knees. She licked her fingers and put two of them 
up her nephew's pink asshole, finding him more open than usual. She 
added a third and started to stroke his cock gently. Bobby moaned with 
pleasure. Wanting to see how far she could go, Pamela put the tips of 
all four fingers of her right hand together and pressed them against 
Bobby's rosebud. They slipped in an inch or so and Bobby groaned with a 
different inflection.

Pamela bore down harder and drove her fingers in up to the second 
knuckles. Bobby's moans took on a slight whimpering quality. She fucked 
his asshole with her right hand and pulled on his cock with her left 
until he shot his come into the crotch of his panties. Pamela gave her 
fingers a nasty little twist and withdrew them. Bobby's asshole closed 
slowly. She pulled his panties up over his hips and slapped them gently 
where they were wet with his come, then dismissed him.

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On a trip to Cedar Rapids for a track meet, Ginny saw a charity-run 
second-hand clothing store that looked promising. Pleading illness, she 
ducked out of the meet and drove back to the store where a smiling 
grand motherly lady helped her pick out a tight, short black leather 
skirt, a black lace garter belt and a pair of black patent-leather 
pumps with nice high heels. Ginny stuffed the shopping bag in the trunk 
behind the spare tire, intending to retrieve it when she got home. As 
she drove back to the track, she marveled at how easy it had been. The 
saleswoman hadn't even raised an eyebrow.

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"Can you factor that, Bobby?"

"Lemme see...yeah, is that right?"

"Exactly. Has your teacher said anything since I started to help you 
with math?"

"No but she doesn't call on me in class anymore unless I have my hand 
up. I guess I've gotten off her hit list. She's like a wolf -- as soon 
as she smells blood, she's all over you. I guess she doesn't smell any 
blood on me now."

Pamela leaned over Bobby's shoulder and pointed at the book.

"Do that one," she said and rested her hand on his arm.

Bobby started to work the problem but he was distracted by Pamela's 
soft touch. He looked confused.

"What's wrong, Bobby," Pamela asked, "You've done that kind of problem 
before."

"I know Aunt Pamela but I can't think very well when you touch me like 
that."

"You mean that just my hand on your biceps keeps you from thinking 
about your homework?"

Bobby, slightly abashed, merely replied, "Yes'm."

Pamela's tone became a little colder.

"Well Bobby, I think there's another kind on discipline that we need to 
work on. I want you to do that problem right there and I don't want you 
to be distracted by anything I do."

Bobby bent to his paper. He wrote:

8X=X^2+X-228

Pamela stood behind Bobby and unbuttoned her blouse. She dangled it 
over Bobby's shoulders, caressing him lightly with the silky material 
which had captured the scent of her perfume. Bobby wrenched his mind 
back to his task. Lemme see, he thought, first let's get everything on 
one side...

0=X^2+7X-228

"Wrong sign," Pamela chided him as she unhooked her brassiere and threw 
it on Bobby's bed where he could see it.

"Oh, yeah," Bobby said dully as he struggled for comprehension, "How's 
this?"

0=X^2-7X-228

"That's better," Pamela whispered as she touched the nipple of her left 
breast to Bobby's right shoulder.

Bobby jerked slightly at the contact then returned to his original 
position and moved his shoulder up and down fractionally. He stared at 
the equation. Can I factor that? Shit, I can't think straight enough 
for that. Gotta do something simple. He wrote:

X=(-B+/-sqrt(B^2-4AC))/2A

Pamela leaned over the back of Bobby's chair, pressing both of her 
breasts against him. He smelled the tang of her perspiration. He was 
acutely aware that he had never seen her breasts but had dreamed of 
them night after night and now they were pressing against him and he 
didn't dare turn around to look. He went blank. Pamela moved slowly 
against him. He fought for the thread, found it and laboriously made 
the substitutions:

X=(-(-7)+/-sqrt(7^2-4(1)(-228))/(2(1))

Bobby reached for his calculator while Pamela contented herself with 
resting one hand on Bobby's neck. He looked off into space. Pamela 
prompted him with an insistent purr.

"Bobby...".

He worked through the rest:

X=(7+/-31)/2=38/2,-24/2=19,12

"You could have factored that," Pamela pointed out in a flat voice.

"Now that one."

It was a long evening for Bobby. When he was done with his drill, 
Pamela put her clothes back on while he faced his desk. When she let 
him turn around, she looked at him critically. She touched the head of 
his cock through his panties.

"You're very wet there, Bobby. I think this will be a hard lesson for 
you but a good one. You need to thank me."

Pamela removed her panties and placed them in Bobby's pillowcase with 
the other pair. She sat on the bed, spread her legs slightly beneath 
her skirt and pointed to the floor in front of her. When Bobby knelt in 
the appointed place, she lifted her skirt slightly. Bobby put his head 
underneath, moving eagerly towards her hot, dark wetness. She put her 
hands on the back of his head through her skirt and pressed downwards 
firmly.

Bobby suckled and lapped in aromatic blackness until Pamela achieved 
several orgasms. Feeling contented and powerful, she put him to bed 
unsatisfied...

Pamela lay on her back on her bed, her legs spread wide and her feet 
braced against the covers. Bobby stood above her watching as her pussy 
oozed sticky juices.

"Come on, Bobby," Pamela pleaded, "You know I need it. You know how 
much I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours. Please, stretch 
me out, fill me up. My cunt is aching for your prick."

Bobby stroked his staff and smiled down at her.

"Don't worry, Aunt Pamela, I'll fuck you real good. You'll walk funny 
for the rest of the day."

"Fuck me now, Bobby. I can't wait any longer."

Bobby knelt between Pamela's legs and rubbed his cock against her 
clitoris. She moaned and pleaded with him. Taking his time, he pushed 
down on his cock until the head slipped inside her pussy. Then he 
slowly drove it in all the way. Pamela gasped and wrapped her legs 
around him so she could pull him closer. Bobby pumped his hips back and 
forth roughly as Pamela groaned and whimpered underneath him.

She came almost immediately, clinging to him and screaming. Bobby 
fucked her like a machine, forcing her to orgasm after orgasm. She was 
drenched in her own sweat -- it formed beads on her face and pooled 
between her breasts and on her belly -- but Bobby stayed cool and calm. 
Finally, when Pamela was exhausted and could barely hold on to Bobby's 
muscular arms, he shot great gobs of come into her, filling up her cunt 
and giving her one last orgasm. She fainted...

...And Bobby woke up. He found himself lying on his stomach with his 
face in the pillow, Pamela's scent in his nostrils and a sticky pool of 
jism under his hips. Shit! Just a dream. It had seemed so real...

The light snapped on, temporarily blinding Bobby. Pamela walked quickly 
to his bedside, pulled the covers down and sat beside him. Bobby lay on 
his back and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. His aunt's fingers fumbled 
with the waistband of his panties, pulled them down and tucked them 
beneath his balls. The waistband didn't want to stretch that far and 
the band felt constraining.

"I'm getting you up early this morning, Bobby," said Pamela calmly. "I 
think you need to do an extra hour of homework before breakfast."

Bobby protested weakly but Pamela put her finger to her lips and he 
lapsed into silence as she continued.

"I also think that you've been too sexually excited for your own good." 
Pamela fingered Bobby's semi-hard cock evaluatively. "Perhaps I've made 
a mistake in that regard and it's made it harder for you to 
concentrate. In any event, I've decided to relieve your sexual tensions 
more often."

Bobby's dick hardened rapidly under Pamela's cool touch. She began to 
stroke him smoothly and rhythmically.

"You will continue to refrain from touching yourself of course."

Her hand gripped Bobby's prick firmly as she fisted him.

"Maybe you'll be able to concentrate better. What do you think?"

"I dunno, Aunt Pamela," the boy replied vaguely.

He felt pressure at the root of his cock and wasn't thinking clearly 
about anything.

"Well, we'll give it a try," his aunt said as she lengthened her 
strokes, squeezing the head a bit harder and twisting her hand over it.

That was all it took to put Bobby over the edge. He filled Pamela's 
palm with cream as she twirled her fingers around the crown of his 
cock. She wiped her hand on his chest and left the room without a 
further word.

When Bobby came home from school, Pamela invited him into her bedroom. 
There, amidst the smells of her perfume and the sight of her silky 
underwear scattered about, she sat fully clothed on the bed and jerked 
him off while asking him about his classes. She showed no interest in 
his obvious excitement. When Bobby came with a groan, Pamela cupped her 
free hand over his cock to contain the emission and sent him off to 
study.

Before dinner, Pamela called to Bobby from the hall. He appeared at the 
door of his room, eyes slightly unfocused from staring at his work. His 
aunt crooked her finger and stepped into the bathroom. Bobby shuffled 
after her.

Pamela positioned Bobby in front of the sink and stood behind him as 
she tugged his panties to his knees. She groped through one of the 
drawers, found some lotion and spread it on her hand. She pressed her 
lightweight wool skirt against his bare backside, reached around and 
slipped her slick fingers up and down his limp dick. It didn't stay 
limp for long. Pamela quizzed Bobby on geography until he shot his load 
in the sink.

At bedtime, Pamela made Bobby pull his panties down and stand by the 
bed as she sat on his desk chair and silently manipulated his now-red 
cock. He took longer to come this time. Pamela caught his semen in her 
hand and examined it critically. There wasn't much and it seemed lumpy. 
She nodded to herself, wiped her hands on Bobby's panties and sent him 
to bed.

And so it went. For the next week Pamela masturbated Bobby four times a 
day, never showing any emotion other than a cool, distant, solicitude. 
She took to using a thick lubricant mixed with various things she found 
around the house: dry tea, ground coffee, black pepper corns, Grape-
nuts, uncooked rice and unpopped popcorn. Nothing was wholly 
satisfactory: the cereal got too soggy; the popcorn and the rice 
weren't quite sharp enough; the coffee was messy.

The dry tea worked the best. Pamela particularly liked Formosan Oolong 
-- the little leaves twisted themselves into tight curls with nice 
sharp edges -- but even they softened unacceptably during the prolonged 
sessions that the woman forced on her nephew. And she was always 
finding a stray piece of something around, even though she made Bobby 
clean up after she finished him off. She had a hard time correlating 
the feeling of the abrasive against her fingers with what Bobby felt 
and she couldn't ask him without destroying the wall that she had 
temporarily built between them: he had to believe that she was a cold, 
superior being, who knew his every emotion and sensation before he did, 
who toyed with him and used him expertly for her own satisfaction.

Pamela continued her experiments with hard, sharp bits while jerking 
her nephew off, varying her approach so Bobby would never know quite 
what to expect. The little grains dug into the boy's cock, giving him 
acutely exciting feelings but leaving him raw and sore.

Bobby had rammed his desk chair into the wall, leaving an ugly scrape. 
Pamela was cross: she thought the boy had been careless and showed a 
lack of respect. He'd have to repaint it but that wouldn't be enough; 
somehow she'd make him pay and pay dearly for his heedless ways.

The older woman was in the garage looking for paint that matched the 
bedroom latex and her eye fell on a box of rock salt. Suddenly excited, 
she pulled it down from the shelf and sifted the coarse grains through 
her fingers. The box was huge so she went into the house, got a one-
quart measuring cup and filled it halfway with the milky-white 
crystals. It took her a while longer to find the paint; still, she felt 
the search a success -- she had a nasty little smile on her face as she 
re-entered the house.

Bobby had become acutely attuned to his aunt's mood and he was worried. 
The anger he could deal with but that look on her face nearly always 
meant trouble for him.

Pamela hovered over her nephew as he repaired the damage, keeping up a 
constant, crabby stream of suggestions and advice. She was feeling 
bitchy and knowing what she was going to do about it didn't seem to 
take the edge off.

"Don't get any paint on your panties young man, if you know what's good 
for you," she nagged. "And clean those brushes real good, you hear?"

When Bobby returned to his room after cleaning up and putting 
everything away, his aunt was sitting on his bed, a tube of gel at her 
side sifting her fingers through the rock salt. Bobby recognized the 
lubricant so he knew the rough outlines of what was about to happen to 
him. He figured that the whitish substance in the measuring cup was 
going to play a prominent role in his fate but he had no idea what the 
stuff was or what it would feel like.

"On the bed, Robert," the older woman said evenly.

Robert! This had to be serious. In spite of his trepidation, his cock 
reach full-stand. It had started to stiffen the minute he'd seen the 
lotion, much to the boy's embarrassment. It was demeaning how much at 
least part of him looked forward to the sweet torture that his aunt 
visited upon him.

Pamela didn't move from her position on the bed, forcing the boy to 
crawl awkwardly around her. She leaned over him as he lay flat on his 
back.

"Panties at mid-thigh," she ordered.

Bobby raised his hips and pushed his underwear part way down his legs. 
His erection was a humiliating confession of how he felt about his 
punishment.

"A little higher," she corrected.

He pulled the garment up an inch or so. For some reason, he got turned 
on by his aunt's prissy little corrections and when she feeling picky 
it could take a long time before he was in just the right state to 
receive his castigation.

"Hands at your sides," she instructed.

Bobby examined her stern face as he complied. No, he wasn't going to 
get off easy this time. He wished he knew what was in the measuring 
cup.

"Feet together, Bobby," she said in an aggrieved tone. "Do I have to go 
through the whole thing every time?"

Bobby pressed his ankles tightly against each other. Some perverse 
instinct wanted to provoke his aunt. He let his knees fall about an 
inch apart.

"Knees, too." This was too much. "You know better than this."

Pamela got up, went to Bobby's desk and tore a sheet of paper off his 
tablet. Returning to her previous place she put just the bottom inch or 
so of the paper between the boy's knees.

"Now clamp that sheet tight, Bobby. If I see it fall, you're going to 
be even sorrier."

Pamela ran her hand over the boy's rigid body, checking to make sure he 
was in the precise posture for her to work her ways on him.

"Now remember, Bobby, keep your eyes on my face the whole time," she 
said as she picked up the tube.

Bobby watched as his aunt squeezed a generous amount of the clear gel 
into one palm. She rubbed her hands together to distribute the lotion 
evenly, then she gently gripped his prick in both hands.

"Are you sorry?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am."

She moved her hands slowly up and down, squeezing and releasing.

"Sorry isn't good enough, Bobby. You have to have discipline. It has to 
be important to you."

"Yes ma'am."

Her chastising words combined with her erotic touch to send him a 
wonderfully mixed message.

"I want you to think of how you can be more careful in the future, 
Bobby."

She was now masturbating him smoothly and deftly with her right hand 
while she dipped the other into the measuring cup.

"What's that, Aunt Pamela?" asked the boy.

"You'll like it Bobby," she purred. "It'll feel real good."

She held her nephew's prick lightly between the thumb and forefinger of 
her left hand, keeping him engaged while she covered the right one with 
hard little crystals. She wrapped both hands around his stiff cock and 
looked at him significantly. He still didn't know what the white stuff 
was but he could see the grains clinging to his aunt's hands and he 
knew he was in for something special. She held her pose for a long 
time...

...then squeezed her hands together and slid them roughly down the 
length of her nephew's helpless member. The sharp edges of the salt 
crystals bit into the soft flesh. Bobby let out a little squeal.

"Shut up, Bobby," Pamela commanded. "I'm not impressed with your 
whimpering, do you understand? A little pain will be good for you. 
Maybe you won't be so slovenly after this."

The older woman began to work on the boy's glans as he bit his lower 
lip. She gauged the effect from the depth of the furrows on his brow, 
moderating her friction so she kept the boy right at the edge between 
painful pleasure and just plain pain.

As the punishment wore on, Pamela began to realize that Bobby was 
flinching whenever her hands flicked over the very end of his cock 
whether or not there was any real friction involved. Puzzled, the woman 
paused with her forefinger right on the little slit.

"Does this hurt?" she asked.

"Oh yes, Aunt Pamela. It burns."

"Where?"

"Just inside the little hole."

"In your urethra?"

"Uh, I guess so."

Of course! The salt dissolves in the lubricant, gets inside and 
irritates the tissues. This was an unexpected bonus.

"Oh poor baby," Pamela cooed sarcastically.

She removed one hand long enough to spit in the palm, then rubbed some 
salt into the wet place from the heel of her other hand. With a nasty 
smirk, she applied the wet, salty palm to the head of her nephew's 
dick. Bobby stiffened satisfyingly.

"Oh, oh," she mocked. "Is his little pee-pee tender? Does it twinge and 
burn? I'm so sorry. Maybe he'll be a good little boy next time."

The woman began to stroke the shaft regularly with her right hand while 
she used the left to made sure the slit stayed wet.

"You can ejaculate now, Bobby," she announced.

She turned the sarcasm back on.

"Of course, this probably hurts you so much that you don't even want 
to. No, sir. This doesn't excite you at all. Just your aunt being mean 
to you."

A fountain of semen exploded from the boy's cock; each spurt burned.

"I guess I was wrong," said Pamela, picking up her things and leaving 
Bobby lying in his come.

The next morning Bobby walked into the kitchen, where Pamela was busy 
at the counter.

"Want some walnuts?" she asked, "I've just shelled a few."

"Please," replied the boy.

Pamela put a small pile of nut meats on a salad plate and gave it to 
Bobby.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said with confused surprise.

Pamela never let him snack in the afternoon. He stood at her side and 
watched her take a piece of cheese cloth and wrap it around the walnut 
shells. She set the cloth bundle on the chopping block and hit it once 
with the meat tenderizing mallet. Bobby recoiled slightly at the 
cracking sound. Pamela hummed to herself as she hammered on the walnut 
shells, opening the cloth from time to time to check on the consistency 
of the fragments. The humming worried Bobby. His aunt had never had a 
sunny personality and here she was acting like Doris Day in some old 
movie. Oh, well, he thought as he ate the last walnut, I'll probably 
find out soon enough why she's so bubbly.

Right after dinner, he did.

When Pamela was at the supermarket, she got the idea: Gloves! How 
perfect! The selection on the rack wasn't quite what she wanted so she 
visited several hardware and grocery stores until she found a pair of 
thin yellow dish washing gloves with prominent gripping bumps on the 
fingers and the heel of the hand and a black sandpaper-like area in the 
palm for scouring pans. Once she bought them, she couldn't wait until 
she got home so, as she sat in her car in the parking lot, she pulled 
the gloves out of their plastic wrapping and touched the palms.

The coarse abrasive felt rough, sharp and rubbery all at the same time. 
The little bumps felt like hundreds of tiny fingers and on close 
inspection, they were rectangular, about a quarter as wide as they were 
long, with edges which, while still rubbery, bit into her cheek as she 
rubbed the glove against it. Aren't those bumps just perfect! Just the 
thing for keeping the soapy glass from slipping out of your hands. Just 
the thing for Bobby's helpless penis. To turn him on and to make him 
all red and sore at the same time. What nice little nubbins! She 
wondered how they'd feel on her clit (why should the boy have all the 
attention?) but pushed the urge aside. Reluctantly, she started the car 
and drove home.

In spite of her good intentions, Pamela couldn't wait. She lay on her 
bed with her dress around her waist and her panties pulled aside, 
running her gloved middle finger slowly up and down her crotch. She 
perfected a long stroke that started with a full insertion of her digit 
in her sloppy-wet vagina. Her oily secretions clung to the nubs so when 
she slowly pulled her finger out and ran the length of it over her 
sensitive inner lips and her stiff clit the little knobs flicked 
against her flesh, then quickly slipped on, only to be replaced by the 
next set of nodules. Pamela sucked in her breath sharply. She was sure 
that the same instrument of her pleasure could, with much heavier 
pressure, provide hours of sweet torture to her young charge.

She heard the door open. At last! She'd give Bobby a few minutes to get 
changed into his panties and then she'd give him the first of his new 
treatments. Luckily, she had something agreeable to do in the meantime. 
The tiny nubs rubbed her secret places...

Bobby jumped as his door opened. He could tell something was different 
from the expression of savage anticipation on his aunt's face, even 
before he saw what she had on her hands. She pointed at the bed and 
Bobby wordlessly assumed the proper position: flat on his back, arms 
tightly against his ribs, hands flat on the coverlet, legs and feet 
together. Pamela sat next to him and carefully laid her soiled panties 
and the tube of lubricant on the spread. A grim little smile played 
about her mouth as she pulled at the wristbands of the gloves, 
unnecessarily making sure there were absolutely no wrinkles and letting 
them go so they snapped back with an impressive pop. She leaned forward 
and ran her knobbed fingers over her nephew's face, squeezing and 
sliding so he'd know just what was in store for him. He caught a whiff 
of her musk from when she had been pleasuring herself.

She was pretty sure he hadn't noticed the palms when she put the gloves 
on -- she'd kept them away from his sight as much as she could -- so 
she used just the little rubber knobs as she slipped her hands over his 
face and neck. Then, watching carefully for the boy's reaction, she 
placed her palm flat against Bobby's cheek, pressed and pulled her hand 
down his jaw line. He jumped at the raw, scraping sensation. Pamela 
inspected his cheek; it was slightly but noticeably, reddened.

While her nephew was still dealing with the implications of what had 
happened to his face, Pamela squeezed a generous helping of gel into 
one palm and rubbed her hands together, spreading the slippery goo 
evenly. Bobby's eyes widened as she flipped down his panties and 
reached for his stiff dick.

She manipulated him with her fingers, then wrapped her hand around his 
shaft, pressing the palm against the loose skin so it wouldn't abrade 
him before she was ready. Using fairly light pressure, she stroked him 
up and down, letting the rubber protuberances slid easily up the shaft, 
then sweeping her bumpy fingers over Bobby's velvety crown. Pamela 
judged her grip mostly by the look on her nephew's face but as time 
went by, she found that she could get enough information just by feel.

When the little nubbins slipped over the boy's skin, there was just the 
slightest vibration as the lumps bit into the flesh, bent sideways and 
finally slipped. She glanced down: Bobby's fingers dug deeply into the 
coverlet.

It was time to find out how well the gloves' other feature worked. With 
no warning, Pamela changed her stroke so her palm slipped over her 
nephew's soft helmet. His reaction was instantaneous: a sharply drawn 
breath and a crimped, constricted look about his mouth. It was exactly 
what she wanted. Wanting to keep the boy's feelings sharp, she was 
careful not to overuse the rough black palms; maybe one stroke in a 
hundred, at random times and once, when he was close to coming, three 
times in a row to keep him on his toes.

Pamela played her nephew like a violin taking him up and letting him 
fall back, squeezing harder with her fingers, then giving him a 
respite, swiping her palm over his tender skin then working the base 
while he rested. After half an hour, she let him come, treating him 
more and more roughly as she brought him higher and higher. A thin film 
covered his chest and she could smell the sharp secretions from his 
armpits. She squeezed even harder and a shot of white jism rose high up 
and splattered against the boy's forehead.

When she finally released Bobby's tormented member, his face and hair 
were covered in his own come. Pursing her lips in concentration, she 
picked up her panties, arranged her fingers behind the stained, funky 
crotch and wiped his face with cold efficiency.

Pamela, inspired by finding the perfect instruments for her nephew's 
torment, redoubled her efforts, if not in frequency, at least in 
intensity and duration. The sessions continued four times a day but 
they grew longer and longer, until Bobby was spending most of his 
waking hours at home with his cock gripped in his aunt's gloved hand. 
His abused penis was tender and painful all the time, especially when 
he got an erection -- which, amazingly, happened regularly, sometimes 
in the oddest places.

He'd be sitting in class and a girl sitting next to him would raise her 
arm, pressing her breast against her blouse. At sixteen, this was not a 
minor enticement. His cock would twitch and grow a bit. Before, his 
erection would go away as rapidly as it came but now the slightest rush 
of blood into his dick made it itch and the itching made him conscious 
of it and thinking about it made him think of his aunt and that made 
him rock-hard and his stiff prick would ache like crazy.

If he finally got himself under control, he'd be in the cafeteria and a 
girl would bend over to pick something up, Bobby would see the outline 
of the seams of her panties through her slacks -- the line that marked 
the beginning of the gusset in the crotch particularly turned him on -- 
and the whole process would start over again. He got used to carrying 
something in front of his belly to keep people from seeing his rod.

Pamela, in search of a lubricant that wouldn't moderate the sharpness 
of the little nubs so much, began to mix the KY with thinners. Water 
helped. Rubbing alcohol was even better: it cooled the boy's dick as 
well as providing a clinical aroma completely appropriate to the 
detached, distant mood that the woman strove for most of the time. Then 
she tried witch hazel and she knew she was onto something good. When 
combined with a tiny bit of gel, the thin stuff gave just the right 
amount of friction and the intensity of the mixed feelings of coolness 
and warmth the lotion brought to Bobby's sensitive tissues showed in 
his wide eyes as she squeezed his shaft mercilessly through the ribbed 
rubber.

Bobby's dick grew so sensitive that Pamela's touch was exquisitely 
intense even on the rare occasions when she just used her hands. His 
aunt always remained fully clothed during her masturbation sessions, 
undressing only when it was time for him to service her, which wasn't 
always often enough; sometimes when Bobby was in class she fingered 
herself furiously while she reveled in the images of her practiced, 
detached, heartless, unrelenting fingers on his weak, defenseless dick.

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Ginny shoved more newspaper into the door-latch, then closed the door 
again. She pushed hard on the knob with one hand. Nothing. She turned 
the knob and opened the door so she could put more paper in, then she 
shut the door and leaned on it again. She felt resistance, then heard a 
click and the door swung open. She closed the door and tried again. The 
paper had compressed a bit, so she had to push really hard before it 
swung open. She added one more wad and forced it open several times. 
The girl smiled thinly to herself as she dug the paper back out, 
keeping the shreds so she'd know how much to use next time. This was 
gonna work.

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Just as suddenly as she had started, Pamela discontinued Bobby's 
regular masturbation; in fact, she allowed him no release whatsoever 
although he continued to serve her needs daily. The shy boy didn't know 
what to make of it but he was afraid to ask her about it. After two 
days, he was horny all the time; after four, he couldn't think about 
anything but sex; after a week, he was jumpy as a colt. Pamela observed 
the signs with increasing satisfaction.

Bobby sat at his desk, studying without enthusiasm. His interest in the 
girls at school had plummeted since he moved in with his aunt but the 
idea of being alone on a Saturday night seemed depressing. He was 
starting to feel a little sorry for himself when he heard a sound in 
the hallway. His aunt opened the door -- she never knocked -- and 
stepped across the threshold.

The young boy turned around, not believing his eyes as Pamela posed in 
the doorway. She wore a translucent baby doll negligee and her breasts 
swayed back and forth, making slow waves in the filmy material. The top 
hung only slightly below her waist and her dark bush was plainly 
visible through the lace-trimmed panties. She wore more rouge and eye 
makeup than usual: the effect was a little tarty but extremely erotic.

Pamela ran her tongue slowly over her heavily lip-sticked mouth and 
asked him in a sultry voice.

"Would you like some company?"

"I'll say. Jeeze, you look sexy tonight, Aunt Pamela."

She crossed to his chair and ran both hands over his shoulders and down 
his chest, her filmy gown touching lightly against his back.

"It's been hard on you this week, hasn't it?"

"You mean, not..." Bobby was at a loss for words.

The older woman pinched the boy's nipples with her fingernails.

"Yes, that's what I mean. You've done very well -- no whining, no 
complaining."

One hand drifted down to his lap and brushed his erection through his 
panties; Bobby bit his lip but didn't move. Pamela continued in a soft, 
tender voice.

"I can see you're in need. Would you like me to take care of you?"

"Yes, Ma'am." his voice cracked.

"Then follow me."

She turned and left the room.

Bobby pulled himself to his feet and padded along behind his aunt, 
watching her creamy white ass roll liquidly inside the sheer panties. 
She led him to her bedroom. The lights had been turned low and perfume 
scented the air. Pamela sat on the edge of the bed and favored her 
nephew with a smoldering look. His head swam. His aunt raised her hand 
and slowly crooked her finger at him.

Eager but somehow fearful at the same time, the young boy advanced 
towards his waiting aunt. He stopped a few feet away but she beckoned 
again, spreading her legs to make room for him. Finally he stood with 
his swollen dick just inches from Pamela's full, red lips. She brought 
her hands up to the waistband of his panties and eased the garment over 
his slim hips, slowly unveiling her nephew's bulging tool.

Leaving his underwear halfway down his thighs, Pamela sought the boy's 
genitals with both hands, squeezing his balls with her fingernails 
while she pulled the loose skin around his cock slowly up and down. 
After a minute, a clear drop emerged at the tip; using her thumb in a 
less-than-gentle fashion, the woman spread the liquid evenly over the 
crown as Bobby's knees sagged. Pamela kept rubbing long after the fluid 
had ceased to provide any lubrication; the friction caused a mixture of 
sharp pleasure and discomfort that made Bobby shift his weight from 
foot to foot.

The older woman opened her mouth wide and drew it close to Bobby's 
engorged prick. Without actually touching the angry purple head she put 
her lips around it, drew away, looked up at Bobby's face and tried 
again from a slightly different angle. After the forth or fifth time, 
just when Bobby began to realize that his aunt was just playing with 
him, Pamela drew away.

"Bobby, I know that you're very excited and that you want very much to 
ejaculate. I promise you that you will. But first, you must pleasure 
me."

She put out her hands to Bobby, gripped his wrists and pulled herself 
to her feet, then pushed significantly on his shoulders. The young boy 
sank to his knees in front of his aunt. She grabbed him by the hair and 
held his head still while she rubbed her silk-covered pussy against his 
face. Bobby, entranced by his aunt's strong woman-scent, meekly let her 
control him.

"Take them off," she said huskily, releasing him.

He reached for her panties but she held up her hand.

"With your mouth," she admonished.

Careful to avoid biting her, Bobby tugged at his aunt's underwear with 
his lips and teeth. The older woman didn't make it easy on him; she 
moved about frequently, preventing the boy from getting good purchase. 
It took him a long time to pull her thin black panties down far enough 
to expose her dark brown bush.

Tiring of the game, Pamela pushed the boy away, shucked her drawers 
down her legs and tossed them away. She sank down onto the bed, 
wriggling back until her head rested on the pillow and drew her legs up 
and apart. The older woman's puffy pussy lips, wet with her secretions 
underneath her dark hair, glistened in the dim light. Bobby, drawn as 
if by a magnet, prostrated himself between his aunt's legs and reached 
out his tongue to her pungent, sticky core. She grabbed the boy by the 
ears and held him in place as he gave her two shuddering orgasms.

After Pamela came down, she lifted one leg and rolled Bobby over on his 
back. She walked sideways and forward on her knees, pinning her 
nephew's shoulders under her calves. As he looked up, he saw his world 
eclipsed as his aunt covered his face with her ass. The boy sought his 
aunt's furrowed opening with his tongue, while she spat on the palm of 
her right hand and wrapped it around his throbbing member.

Bobby gasped in relief but his aunt smothered his outburst by sitting 
on him harder. She gripped his cock tightly and fisted it smoothly, 
forcing an almost-immediate ejaculation.

Bobby, who was having trouble breathing, expected his aunt to move away 
but she scooped up his semen and used it on her hand as she kept up the 
friction on his dick, which softened slightly but quickly regained its 
stiffness. As she bore down hard enough to drive the boy's head back 
into the mattress, she jerked him roughly to another orgasm.

The boy's spunk covered his stomach and chest and his aunt slithered 
through it as she worked her way down his body. She sat on his lower 
belly, reached between her legs and dug around in her nephew's slimy 
genitals. His cock was soft, so she moved on to his balls. Working 
mostly with her fingernails, she pinched all around his sack. The 
little spikes of pain made Bobby twitch as he lay pinned by her weight. 
Using the same approach, Pamela attacked her nephew's inner thighs.

By the time she returned to his cock, it was half-hard. She tweaked the 
head with her sharp nails. Bobby squeaked in astonished distress but 
his aunt ignored his outcry, worked her way around the crown, then 
started on the loose skin on the underside of his dick. In spite of his 
protests, Bobby was getting stiff again. Knowing that the boy couldn't 
see what was going on, Pamela pulled Bobby's dick upright, pressed it 
against her clitoris and worked her hips back and forth.

Delicious thrills darted through her loins. Dipping her fingers in her 
pussy, she transferred the oily fluid to her palm and began to jerk her 
nephew off again. Bobby stared at his aunt's buttocks as she brought 
him off one more time.

Bobby though sure his ordeal was over as his aunt scissored her legs 
over him and sat on his thighs facing the other way. A smug, contented 
expression dominated Pamela's face. She was hot and sweaty and wanted 
to be free of her top. She crossed her hands at her waist, drew it off 
and threw it on the floor in one smooth motion, then reached back and 
unhooked her black brassiere. The woman's breasts swayed from side to 
side in the dim lamplight, the globes moist with perspiration, her 
nipples hard and pointed. Some of her eye makeup ran down her cheek, 
giving her a demented appearance. Bobby stared in spite of his torpor.

Slowly, triumphantly, Pamela scooped the mixture of her oily secretions 
and Bobby's jism off his belly, wiped his face with it, then ran her 
fingernails down his belly and reached for his soft, pliant penis. The 
older woman scooted up on her nephew's thighs until her cunt pressed 
against his balls.

"My cock," she announced as she squeezed it in her fist.

It was so mushy and slick that it almost squished out of her hand.

"You want to watch me jerk off, don't you, Bobby."

The boy was too confused to answer.

"Sure you do, Bobby. You want to watch me beat my meat. You want to see 
me squirt. C'mon, say it."

"Uh, I want you to."

Pamela felt a little more resistance as she rhythmically squeezed 
Bobby's prick.

"You can do better than that, boy. What do you want me to do."

"J..Jerk me, uh, you off."

"It may take a while. I don't care, though. I can jerk off all night."

Bobby hoped it wouldn't come to that. His dick was already sore but it 
was almost hard. His aunt fisted it with one hand while she humped her 
pelvis back and forth. The boy looked hard at the place where their 
bodies joined. It did look kinda like it was her cock, not his.

Now silent, Pamela expertly masturbated her supine nephew. It did take 
a long time. Bobby's dick ached. Sweat dripped down the woman's neck 
and onto her breasts; their motion tossed droplets over the boy's 
chest. Pamela's eyes held a demonic intensity as they bored into 
Bobby's. After fifteen or twenty minutes, Pamela felt a twitch in her 
palm.

"I'm coming," she announced.

She leaned back enough to lift one hand free of the bed and without 
slackening the pace, she slapped her nephew's cheeks hard enough to 
sting as intense spasms shook his body.

"C'mon, Bobby, we'll get you cleaned up," said Pamela softly.

The boy stirred from his leaden reverie and followed his aunt into the 
bathroom, standing dully by as she sat on the side of the tub and 
opened the taps. Only an inch of water flowed in before she shut them 
again and motioned Bobby to get in.

"Is that enough?" he protested hesitantly.

"Just get in, Bobby."

The steel in her voice made him respond instantly and rebuked him for 
questioning her in the first place.

The boy clambered into the tub and lay back while his aunt reached 
across him for the soap. She splashed water onto his body, worked up a 
good lather with her hands and spread it over his chest, working it 
into the muscles with her fingers. She worked her way down his body to 
his flat stomach. It felt more like a massage than a soaping to Bobby 
but he wasn't complaining: whatever it was, it felt great.

The woman moved her hands up to his shoulders and dug slippery tracks 
down his arms, then she straightened up, splashed some water on her 
breasts and soaped them while she eyed her nephew provocatively. She 
leaned over the boy and rubbed her slick, soft globes against his 
chest. He thought he'd gone to heaven. The feeling grew more intense as 
his aunt twisted her body around and patiently and thoroughly kissed 
him, exploring his mouth with her tongue.

He slackened his lips and let her have her way with him, not even 
trying to kiss her back. The feeling was sensuous but Bobby's penis 
remained flaccid. He wondered we he'd be able to get it up again. 
Probably not for a day or two, he thought, I've never felt as drained 
as this.

Pamela pulled away and stood up. Placing a hand on the side of the tub 
for support and fluttering the other one awkwardly in the air, she 
climbed into the tub and knelt between Bobby's legs. She found the 
soap, relathered and covered the boy's cock and balls with suds, 
squishing his limp dick rhythmically in her hands. The warm foam and 
his aunt's firm touch felt so good that Bobby's tool swelled slightly. 
The boy felt the change and was amazed and confused. Pamela just smiled 
to herself.

When the boy was half-hard, his aunt stopped.

"Put your feet up," she ordered.

Bobby wedged one foot into the corner where the top of the tub and the 
wall came together and braced the other against the far wall. The new 
position gave the woman easy access to her nephew's backside and she 
was quick to take advantage. Resoaping her hands, she plunged them 
between the boy's buttocks, probing for his tender asshole.

Wasting no time, she drove the middle and ring fingers of her left hand 
deep inside her nephew's rectum. The older woman wriggled her fingers 
in Bobby's soft membranes as she gripped his cock with her soapy right 
hand. It was hard enough that she could jerk him off, so she ran her 
fist up and down the shaft, squeezing hard as she encountered the head.

To the boy's surprise and his aunt's satisfaction, he soon achieved a 
full stand. This was the older woman's cue to renew her assault on her 
nephew's bottom. She pulled her hand most of the way out, moved her 
index finger over the other two and pressed all three up the boy's 
butt. Bobby grunted at the attack.

Pressing her advantage, Pamela added her little finger to the group and 
drove forward as far as the second knuckle. Bobby began to be concerned 
but the slippery motions of his aunt's right hand on his dick dominated 
his perceptions. The dark-haired woman pulled her left hand part way 
out and let go of her nephew's cock long enough to drip soap into the 
palm. She extended her thumb so that it lay between her index and 
little fingers and pressed forward again. Her fingers slipped easily in 
to the second knuckle but after that she had to press much harder.

She found that there was less resistance if she turned her hand 
sideways but the force of her invasion still made Bobby slip several 
inches up the tub. Bobby bit his lip as the pressure built. It hurt but 
he refused to cry out. Suddenly Pamela's whole hand slipped inside her 
nephew's nether passage.

In spite of his resolve, Bobby yelped briefly as his aunt overcame his 
defenses but soon regained control. The pain was fading but he felt 
impossibly full and they way the woman moved her fingers in his guts 
made him uneasy; his sphincter clamped hard around her wrist.

"I'm fucking you, Bobby."

The words made startled the boy.

"I'm fucking you up your ass."

The woman began to push her hand in and out in time with her fist on 
the boy's cock. Pamela wasn't gentle and Bobby scooted back and forth 
in the shallow water.

"You like getting fucked, don't you, boy. You like Aunt Pamela's fist 
up your ass. I can tell by your dick. You're gonna come again."

It was true. Bobby could feet the pressure build, in spite of all the 
previous ejaculations.

"Fuck you, Bobby," the woman taunted him, "Just fuck you."

The crazy words drove him over the edge and the boy spasmed helplessly 
under his aunt's complete control.

Late that night, Bobby lay on his back in his bed, his eyes staring 
blankly upwards. The night breeze rustled the branches of the trees 
outside his window and the streetlight made intricate, shifting shadows 
on the ceiling but the images in Bobby's head were internal. His aunt's 
fiery passion had affected him deeply. He was used to her control and 
he had grown to love it. He was powerfully affected by her intense 
sexuality. But he'd never imagined the frenzied, cruel, fierce woman 
who took him that night. If the boy had harbored any lingering 
resistance to his Pamela's domination, they had vanished in the storm 
of her assault. Bobby would do anything, anything at all, to see again 
that ferocious, impassioned lust in his aunt's eyes.

Pamela noticed the change in Bobby right away. It was subtle but 
important. He was totally, completely hers. Having achieved her goal, 
she felt some of the anticipated satisfaction but a vague, 
uncomfortable sense of loss beset her. The domination games weren't as 
much fun any more; not only did the boy offer no resistance at all, he 
seemed to welcome whatever privations Pamela visited upon him. The 
older woman felt like a bronco buster with only a tame horse to ride.

Pamela awoke, conscious of an urgent need to relieve herself. She 
padded for the bathroom but as she crossed the threshold she had an 
idea. She had been looking for a test of Bobby's progress and it 
suddenly came to her. She walked uncomfortably to Bobby's room and 
shook him roughly. He awoke with a start and she tugged wordlessly on 
his hand. Bobby trailed sleepily behind her as she led him into her 
bathroom. She slid back the shower door and stepped inside, beckoning 
Bobby.

Once in the shower, she leaned against the cool white tile and pointed 
to the floor. Bobby knelt obediently. She looked down at him as he 
stared blearily upwards.

"Bobby," she said, "I just got up and my bladder is full. In the 
morning my urine is very strong and dark. This morning, I don't want to 
waste my urine in the toilet. This morning, I think there's a better 
place for it."

She shrugged her shoulders in a way that pushed her away from the wall 
of the shower and took a half-step towards Bobby, spreading her legs as 
she did so. Her next words were soft but carefully phrased.

"Can you think of a better place for my urine, Bobby?"

Slowly, sleepily, Bobby opened his mouth. Pamela felt a surge of 
triumphant energy followed by an urgent need for release. She moved her 
hips slightly for better aim, put the middle fingers of each hand an 
inch or two outside her cunt lips, pulled them apart and spurted her 
strong morning piss between Bobby's waiting lips. She was full and his 
mouth soon brimmed over, spilling her dark yellow urine down his 
cheeks. She cocked her hips so her stream splashed against her nephew's 
nose while she watched her golden liquid drip off his chin. She 
finished by pressing her pussy against his mouth as she squeezed off 
the last intermittent discharges.

"Swallow," she commended and dropped her fingers to his neck so she 
could feel his Adam's apple bob.

Yes, he'd done very well. In fact, she could have hoped for nothing 
better. Perfect obedience, even anticipation of her wishes and almost 
by reflex; the boy had been too sleepy for much else. It was time for 
their relationship to enter a new phase. She struggled wistfully with 
her recollections of the last few weeks, hoping that she'd enjoy the 
change as much as she knew Bobby would.

Bobby, properly dressed, reported to his aunt as usual. The older woman 
gave the teenager a long, searching look, nodded to herself and arose 
from the couch.

"Follow me, Bobby," she instructed as she crossed the living room and 
started up the stairs.

The boy followed his aunt to her bedroom.

"Give me your panties," she ordered.

Bobby pushed his underwear down his legs, freeing his cock to bob up 
and down. Pamela took the offered garment and inspected it critically, 
even though such small attempts at humiliation had ceased to produce 
any noticeable effects. Tossing the panties aside, she said softly but 
with underlying intensity:

"Lie on the bed, Bobby."

The boy lay on his back while his aunt rooted through a dresser drawer, 
finally coming up with a tangled skein of rope. He watched in mild 
confusion as she straightened one of the lengths out and looped it 
several times around his ankles. When his feet were tightly bound, the 
older woman sat by his shoulders.

"Hands above your head," she ordered in a detached manner.

Pamela brought her nephew's wrists together and tied them to each 
other, then she took the rest of the rope, looped it through the 
headboard and made it part of the main knot. The older woman stood up 
and went to the foot of the bed, where she tugged on the boy's feet 
until he was stretched out straight and the ropes that bound his wrists 
to the headboard were taught. Satisfied, she started to undress.

Bobby watched with burning eyes as his aunt disrobed. His mouth grew 
dry as he realized she was taking everything off. When she was down to 
just her panties, she teased him a little, posing with her hands on her 
hips, turning around and pulling the garment up into the crack of her 
ass, then lowering the waistband slowly.

Finally, she stood naked before him, the look of distant control 
starting to be replaced by fire.

Pamela knelt on the bed straddling Bobby's feet. She slowly worked her 
way up his body, pausing as she spanned his loins to rub her clit with 
his hard dick. Bobby moaned at the soft, slippery warmth but his aunt 
soon moved on up his body, pressing her cunt against first his belly, 
then his chest.

When she finally lowered her pussy to his waiting mouth, he eagerly 
applied his tongue to all her favorite places. Pamela gripped the 
headboard and braced herself as she took her first orgasm from her 
bound nephew. For the second, she held his head and fucked his face as 
he tried to follow with his tongue, finally coming with most of her 
weight on Bobby's bruised lips.

Breathing raggedly, the older woman wriggled her way back down her 
nephew's body, this time leaving a shiny, sticky trail of her 
secretions on his chest and belly. She stopped at the boy's hips, 
lifting her pussy away from his body, reaching down to take his cock 
delicately between her thumb and middle finger and bringing the head to 
the mouth of her dripping cunt.

She eyed Bobby significantly for a moment. The boy stared back, his 
mouth slack, desperately craving but not daring to hope. Wordlessly, 
Pamela sat down, enveloping her nephew's prick. She moved her hips in 
little circles, a keening sound escaping her lips. He felt so good, so 
big, so hard, so young, so...so hers. She rode her nephew expertly, 
thrusting her hips back and forth and complex, controlled patterns. 
This one's for him, she thought as tightened her pussy muscles.

For his part, Bobby was immersed in an agony of pleasure and 
frustration. His aunt felt wonderful: tight, slippery, warm. The 
lustful look on her face excited him immensely. He longed desperately 
for release but was sure his aunt wouldn't allow it without her 
permission. He strained against the ropes.

Belatedly, Pamela recognized the signs.

"It's all right, Bobby," she said softly. "Go ahead. Fill me up."

The boy let go, pumping his hot jism into his aunt's tight, hot cunt, 
twisting back and forth in his ecstasy. His aunt met each of her trusts 
with one of hers.

Pamela let her nephew rest for a minute or so, moving her hips in 
small, slow circles, then she picked up the pace as she rode his still-
hard cock. It was so nice to have such a young, virile stallion. She 
leaned forward, pressed back with her hips and cocked her pussy so her 
clit pressed against the boy's tool. With her hands on his chest and 
her fingernails tweaking his nipples, the older woman rode her nephew 
to a violent orgasm. Bobby dutifully held back, letting his aunt use 
him as she wished.

Pamela was sweating heavily with the exertion and the excitement.

Rivulets ran down her breasts and over her stomach to add to the pool 
of secretions collecting on her nephew's belly. A few strands of hair 
had escaped from her bun and drifted about her face. She leaned forward 
and explored her nephew's mouth with her tongue, then straightened up 
and got back to the serious fucking.

He filled her up so nicely. He looked so helpless all tied up like 
that. He was hard and vigorous, could fuck all day and wouldn't come 
until she told him to. She could have him whenever she wanted. It was 
wonderful. She felt herself climbing to another climax. Could she share 
this one? Sure, she could.

"Get ready, Bobby. You can climax when I tell you. Getting 
close...Almost there...NOW."

The boy spurted on command, as his aunt jerked spasmodically. Yes, it 
was just perfect.

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The front door closed and Ginny heard her mother's brisk steps down the 
walk. There was a click as Ellen opened the car door; she slammed it 
shut and worked the starter, which ground uselessly once, twice. The 
aging engine finally caught.

Ginny returned to the kitchen where her father sat at the table. Butch 
seemed nervous, which wasn't like him at all. He rustled his newspaper, 
read for a few seconds but seemed unable to concentrate and got up to 
pour himself another cup of coffee. Ginny sat down and idly leafed 
through the TV section while her father paced back and forth. She was 
probably as nervous as he but she was doing a better job of controlling 
it but she had a good reason.

Butch sat down again, drank a few sips of coffee, fiddled some more 
with the newspaper, then got up and ambled off in the direction of his 
bedroom. Ginny gave him a 10 second head start and followed. She came 
around the corner into the hallway just as her father closed the door 
to the bedroom. She listened critically to the sound the latch made. 
Just right, she thought, Enough to hold it closed for now but not 
enough to stand up against a good hard shove. Butch locked the door and 
Ginny turned and entered her own bedroom, closing the door behind her.

The teenager had second thoughts as she pulled the clothes out from 
under the mattress. Last chance to back out she thought as she 
undressed and shook out the black garter belt. She secured it around 
her waist and sat down on the bed to pull on the sheer black stockings. 
You're working without a net now, girl. If this doesn't come off, 
you'll be in real trouble. Ginny put on a low-cut black brassiere, bent 
over and wriggled from side to side and fastened the clasp behind her. 
She stepped into the black leather skirt, tightened her stomach muscles 
and drew the zipper, then rummaged in the closet and came up with the 
high heeled pumps, which she put on while she steadied herself on the 
door jamb.

Ginny crossed her arms, set her jaw and tossed a hard look in the 
direction of the closet mirror. You're a sexy little number she thought 
but that's not quite it. She sat at her dressing table and worked on 
her eyes until her eyelids were dark blue, then she put on what, under 
most circumstances, would have been too much blush high on her 
cheekbones. Much better, she thought. She rose, took two deep breaths 
and walked into the hallway.

The young girl paused outside her father's bedroom door. She wanted to 
wait, she wanted to run, she wanted to do anything but what she had 
promised herself she was going to do. Conscious that if she waited 
another minute, she'd get cold feet, she raised her hand to the door, 
took half a step forward and pushed hard.

The door resisted for an instant, then flew open abruptly. Ginny's 
father lay naked on the bed, balancing one of the magazines on the bed 
with his left hand while stroking his angry red cock with his right. He 
stared at his daughter, immobilized by shock and horror. Ginny stalked 
to the bedside, aware that she had but a few seconds to establish her 
dominance. She folded her arms across her chest and stood with her legs 
apart. She barked the words she'd rehearsed:

"On your knees!"

Butch dropped the magazine as if were hot. Consumed with guilt, his 
mind froze and his body took over, rolling off the bed and kneeling 
head down, in front of his daughter.

A wild surge of joy coursed through the teenager as she gazed down at 
her father. She was winning!

"Head back!" she ordered.

Butch raised his eyes to his daughter's face. Her eyes, framed 
dramatically in the dark eye shadow, sparked with anger and 
determination. She reached down with both hands, grasped the hem of her 
tight leather skirt and pulled it slowly upwards, stepping forward 
until her black bush hovered over her father's astonished face.

"Eat it!" she growled.

Butch was beginning to come to his senses. He knew he'd been caught and 
his main concern was not that his daughter knew but that she'd tell 
Ellen. He knew he'd made a mistake in obeying Ginny's initial orders 
but he wasn't committed yet. But now, here was someone who was finally 
allowing him to fulfill his fantasy, someone who would make him grovel, 
someone who would order him around, someone who would make him do 
humiliating things. That it was his own daughter struck terror in his 
heart but also made the humiliation and thus the attraction, more 
complete.

The smell of Ginny's young pussy filled his nostrils. He knew he was 
weak, that this was wrong but he was powerless before his long-
suppressed urges. With a little sob, he pitched forward and lapped 
greedily at his daughter's hairy cunt.

Ginny felt victorious and powerful as she reached down with both hands, 
buried them in her father's hair and pulled him roughly against her. 
She stepped forward and forced his head backwards until he was looking 
straight up as he licked and sucked at her pink, slippery flesh. His 
eyes found hers as she stared down in triumph. She moved her hips a 
little and finally allowed herself to enjoy the sensations that 
emanated from her groin.

Ellen loved having her cunt licked and Butch sometimes buried his face 
between her legs for half an hour at a time, imagining all the while 
that she was making him eat her. He had thus acquired a set of oral 
skills far beyond anything Ginny had ever experienced; he drove his 
daughter wild with his active, supple tongue and made her come more 
quickly than she'd intended -- she'd planned to make him work for a 
while before giving him the satisfaction of seeing her come. The 
teenager groaned and bore down heavily on her father's face as her 
stomach muscles contracted in quick little spasms.

Butch's neck hurt as his daughter shifted more of her weight onto him. 
Her sweet taste made him hold his ground and ignore the pain. He kept 
on licking as his daughter's juices began to flow, covering his lips 
and cheeks and even dribbling down his neck as they mixed with his 
saliva. Ginny thrust with her hips and Butch fell backwards. She 
followed him down and sat on his face as he lay on the floor, still 
licking.

Suddenly, Ginny reversed herself on her father, kneeling over him as 
she faced his feet. She pulled herself upright and rocked her hips back 
and forth over Butch's mouth. She pushed farther forward than she had 
intended and felt her father's warm, wet tongue slip between her slim 
buns. She sat back on him and he eagerly probed her asshole. It's so 
easy, she thought, delighting in the delicious sensations and the 
feeling of power and control. For the first time, she felt confident 
enough to say things beyond simple orders.

"Lick my butt, Daddy," the young girl urged. "Get your tongue up my 
asshole. Tastes good, doesn't it? You love it down there, don't you? 
You're just a natural butt-licker."

Butch couldn't believe how excited he got when his daughter talked to 
him like that. When she reached down and gripped his thick penis with a 
hand that barely closed around it, he moaned; when she fisted him 
rapidly up and down, he soon shot white semen all over his chest.

Ginny shifted her hips so that he was once more licking her clitoris 
and made him give her two more orgasms before she stood up and walked 
rapidly out of the room, not trusting her ability to dominate her 
father when he wasn't consumed by desire.

*****************************************************************

Bobby raised his head from the history book and searched out the 
shadowed clock face. Nine-thirty. That should just about do it. He was 
a couple of day's ahead anyway. Amazing how much you can get 
accomplished when you don't have any distractions. Well, make that one 
distraction. He heard his aunt's footfalls in the hall and listened 
with eager anticipation as she paused before his door. She waited a 
long time, turning the latch once and then releasing it but not 
entering. Finally, she pushed the door aside and stepped across the 
threshold.

Bobby's eyes widened as he saw his aunt dressed in some floor-length 
pink diaphanous wrap that failed to conceal the hazy brown-capped 
outlines of her breasts and the shadowy triangle below her belly. Hair 
rich, black hair, released from its usual bun, flowed liquidly down her 
back. She spoke sweetly, almost girlishly.

"It's bedtime, Bobby."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm ready."

"Maybe you'd like to go to bed in a different place tonight."

Bobby struggled with the implications of that. He wondered what new 
torture she had in store for him.

"Uh, where..."

"Would you like to lie down in my bed?"

This couldn't be happening. It had to be a trick. Nothing to do but 
play it straight. Don't come on to strong, though. She's just gonna use 
it on you.

"Yes'm."

She held out her hand.

He took it shyly. It felt cool as she led him down the hall. Her gown 
billowed out behind her, brushing against Bobby's ankles. Her perfume 
made him dizzy. She paused in the dimly-lit bedroom and turned down the 
coverlet, then she knelt before her astonished nephew and gently tugged 
his panties down his legs. His cock throbbed and quivered with 
excitement as Pamela kissed the head delicately, then slowly eased his 
member into her warm mouth, all the time looking up into his eyes.

She felt like a miracle. She felt like a dream. She moved her mouth in 
mysterious ways, making chills run up and down the boy's back and 
turning his knees to water. He fought to hold his arousal in check and 
his aunt sweetly, gently, lovingly sucked his cock. Just where he began 
to doubt whether he could take any more she pulled slowly back. A long 
string of saliva held the connection between them, then sagged and 
broke. She held up her hand. He took it and helped her to her feet.

With the grace of a dancer, Pamela shrugged the wrap from her 
shoulders. It made a soft, pink cloud around her feet. She came into 
Bobby's arms, fitting like a key in a lock. He smelled her clean, rich 
hair. She raised her head slowly and kissed him with exquisite 
thoroughness, exploring his mouth deeply with her probing, agile 
tongue.

Bobby's hands drifted down over her silky back and came to rest cupping 
her ripe, swelling buttocks. She squirmed against his hands and one 
index finger slipped into the warm divide. He could feel the hard 
points of her nipples in the center of the pillowy masses that pressed 
against his upper belly.

After what seemed an eternity, Pamela broke away.

"Get in, Bobby." she urged, gesturing at the bed.

Not trusting his voice, the boy slid between the sheets and wriggled 
over so there was room for her. She slipped under the covers beside 
him, reached up and turned off the light. Bobby was lost in a soft, 
perfumed blackness as his aunt wound herself against him, feeling like 
she had no bones. She kissed him again and this time Bobby responded 
more. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and jerked back and forth as 
if it was a little cock.

Then she stopped. He could feel her hand on his hip and her breath on 
his face. The tension built.

"Bobby," she said.

Her voice was almost a whisper but it seemed loud in the dark, silent 
room.

"Yes, ma'am."

The ma'am just slipped out. He thought it probably was the wrong thing 
to say but couldn't take it back.

"I want you to make love to me. I want to lie under you and feel your 
power and your strength. I want to feel your hard shaft deep in my most 
private place and I want to feel your essence squirting in my guts. I 
want you, Bobby. Do you want me?"

"Oh, yes, Aunt Pamela. More than anything."

"Then take me, Bobby."

She rolled onto her back, dragging her nephew's body partially over 
her. Bobby struggled to his hands and knees as he positioned himself 
over his aunt's body. He could feel her heat on his chest and stomach. 
She spread her legs so he could fit himself between. He bent to kiss 
her -- the first time he had been bold enough to initiate a kiss -- 
found his dick with his hand and felt for Pamela's pussy. It was warm, 
it was wet but he didn't seem able to find the opening. Before he 
became embarrassed, Pamela brushed away his hand and took his dick 
between her thumb and middle finger.

"Let me do it, Bobby." she murmured.

He felt a damp clinging hollowness, pressed forward and was home, 
buried deep inside his aunt's warm, soft, slippery pussy. With a 
guttural cry, Pamela wrapped her legs around the boy, digging her heels 
into his upper buttocks. Bobby started to pump in and out.

Too fast. Well, that's to be expected. Just a few instructions now. The 
fine points can wait 'til later.

"Slow down, Bobby," his aunt admonished him. "Make it last, baby."

Bobby controlled himself.

"Don't just move in and out. Grind your pelvis against me. That 
stimulates my clitoris."

The boy got the idea but overdid it.

"Not so hard, baby. Be firm, be sure but be disciplined."

The thrusts moderated.

"That's better."

She ran her hand over her nephew's slim, athletic hips. He's getting 
it. What a body. And he'll fuck me as long as I want and come when I 
say so. I'll just let him do all the work for a while. Gradually, 
Pamela reduced the thrusts of her hips until she lay still underneath 
his rhythmic thrusts. She trailed her hand up the boy's side and 
explored his sweaty armpit, feeling the taut cords of muscle and 
tendon.

She let the climax build without any effort, taking it from him but not 
working for it herself. She groaned as he pushed her on over. Bobby 
slowed not at all and Pamela let herself experience a string of small 
aftershocks, then banked the fires.

Bobby was covered with a thin sheen of perspiration. His breathing was 
deep and fast but regular. He had his cock under control: he could feel 
the desire for release but it was steady and he held it in check. The 
way his aunt has moaned when she'd come had almost thrown him over the 
edge himself but he'd bit his lip and managed. He tasted a little salty 
blood. He felt his aunt's hands on his chest. They found a nipple and 
tweaked it, digging in with fingernails. Her nails moved on to his 
back, scratching and biting.

It felt great to the boy, a fantastic counterpoint to the clinging 
warmth of her pussy. He could smell her now; the musky odor of Pamela's 
dripping cunt wafted up from between their bodies. Her breaths came 
faster again and her hips began to pump. She pulled down his head and 
mashed their mouths together in a fierce kiss. The tigress was coming 
out.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh," she grunted, matching each thrust.

Pamela came again, groaning and sweating and scratching Bobby's back 
hard enough to draw blood.

Once more the older woman let herself sink back under the machine-like 
pumping of her young nephew. She wanted to feel him come now, really 
feel it, with no filtering from her own needs. She lay quietly.

"Bobby," she said softly. "I'm going to let you come soon. You can come 
inside me. But wait just a minute. I'll do something you'll like."

"Alright. God, you feel so good..."

"Are you ready?"

"I'm ready."

"Then fuck me, Bobby. Fuck my little pussy. Fuck it just the way you 
want. Am I tight enough for you? God your prick feels big. It makes me 
so wet...C'mon, fill me up with your hot come, baby. Ohh.."

Bobby didn't last long under his aunt's verbal onslaught. She felt his 
cock twitch inside her. She concentrated and imagined that she could 
feel his squirts against the walls of her womb. She felt a change in 
the friction, then a coolness in the crack of her ass as few droplets 
dripped down there.

Suddenly Pamela pushed her nephew to the side, rolling over so Bobby 
lay on his back, with the older woman on top of him. Pinning Bobby's 
hands over his head, Pamela worked herself into a position straddling 
the boy's shoulders. She shifted her grip to his head and worked her 
dripping pussy over his mouth. He tried to go for the clit but she held 
him steady as she cocked her hips so his tongue was licking the mouth 
of her channel.

Bobby heard his aunt grunt as if she were on the toilet and he felt her 
muscles tense. The entrance to her womb wrenched once, twice and then 
ejected a thick, slimy plug of semen into his mouth. The boy gagged and 
tried to twist his head but the hands on his temples held him firmly in 
place. He submitted reluctantly, swallowing his own come. He didn't 
know why it was disgusting but there it was.

Smiling in her triumph, Pamela rolled off her nephew, curled up beside 
him and explored his mouth with her tongue. He might not like his own 
come but I sure do, she thought. They lay in silence for a few minutes. 
Bobby's breathing grew slower and slower and she was afraid he might be 
falling asleep.

"Time for you to go to bed, Bobby," she prompted.

"Aw, Aunt Pamela," he whined, "Can't I stay?"

She sat up, grabbed him by the ear, pulled him to his knees and rolled 
him onto the floor.

"You impertinent..." she howled, at a loss for words in her outrage.

Bobby stared up in horror, his mind reeling. She sat on the side of the 
bed and put her foot on his half-hard cock, leaning forward so she 
could put her weight on him.

"Have you forgotten everything I've taught you? I thought I'd be nice 
to you and this is how you repay me!"

She pulled her foot away and brought her knees together.

"Up here, Bobby," she said in a tone that was suddenly resigned.

Bobby scrambled to his feet.

"Over my knees. Buttocks in the air. Hands and feet on the floor."

His mind numb with shock, the boy complied.

The spanking began immediately.

Crack!

"You will address me respectfully...won't you?"

"Y..yes ma'am."

Bobby's eyes felt watery. There was a lump in his throat. He fought 
against the feeling.

Crack!

"You will not give me any back talk!"

"Yes'm."

The first tear trickled from the corner of his eye.

Crack!

"You will do what I say, when I say it."

"Yes, Aunt Pamela."

His voice cracked and he began to sob. He knew he'd screwed up. How 
could he have ever thought that she'd want him as a lover? In a flash 
of insight, he saw that it happened so easily because that was what 
he'd wanted all along. To be her strong man. Her partner in bed. An 
amorous equal.

Crack!

"Why should I be nice to you, if this is how you act?"

Bobby just bawled. The spanking didn't hurt that much but it just 
underscored his subservient position and made his misunderstanding seem 
even more silly.

Crack!

"Maybe I should go back to the glove. Is that what you want? Just the 
glove four times a day?"

It was an idle threat but he didn't know it.

"No ma'am."

Crack!

"How about the salt, then. Want some more of the salt?"

"No ma'am."

Crack! "Maybe both together, then. The salt and the glove. That's what 
you need, isn't it?"

"No ma'am."

Crack!

"Then you better grovel, Bobby."

"Yes'm."

Crack!

"Are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I..I just got the wrong idea."

Crack!

"Will it happen again?"

"No ma'am. Never."

Pamela stopped.

"I'll give you one more chance, Bobby but if you fail again, I won't be 
as merciful."

"Thank you, Ma'am." Pamela pushed her nephew onto the floor again. She 
lay back and spread her legs.

"Come show me how sorry you are, Bobby," she ordered.

The older woman smiled as Bobby's tear-stained face appeared between 
her legs. Still sniffling, he parted her outer lips with his tongue and 
sought the little pebble beneath. Pamela rejoiced in her victory. She'd 
found the secret: Bobby's desperate longing for a relationship that 
could never be. He'd never be able to resign himself to the crumbs 
she'd let him have. Her orgasm washed over her.

Bobby looked up blankly.

"Again," she commended, pulling on his hair to emphasize the point.

*****************************************************************

The family were all at the breakfast table on a sunny Saturday morning, 
when Ginny decided to try a little experiment. A little too sweetly, 
she might have thought.

"Daddy, I don't feel like mowing the lawn today. I want to go over to 
Marlene's this morning."

Ginny was ready for her father's reaction and she wasn't disappointed. 
Confusion, anger and finally resignation flitted across his face before 
he shrugged and responded.

"S...sure, honey -- I'll take care of the lawn." Ellen's jaw dropped 
but she remained silent. Ginny got up and sauntered out, trying to keep 
from smiling.

After breakfast, Ginny went back to her room to get her schoolbooks and 
met her father as he came out of his bedroom. She stood much closer 
than a daughter should and talked in a low voice.

"Daddy, I want you to get off work early today and pick me up when 
school lets out. Make a reservation at one of those big motels over by 
the Interstate."

The girl started to turn away but suddenly changed her mind.

"Oh yeah, you can spend the day trying to imagine what I'm gonna do to 
you."

Butch watched open-mouthed as his daughter disappeared down the hall.

Ginny pushed her way into the motel room and paced back and forth, 
exploring. She'd been nervous and bitchy in the car on the way over. 
Butch had watched her skirt rise well above her knees as she had 
wriggled around in her seat and he already had an erection. Ginny pawed 
through the plastic bottles on the counter in the bathroom. As Butch 
came around the corner to see what she was doing, she turned suddenly 
towards him.

"In there!" she ordered, pointing back towards the bedroom.

Butch retreated as his daughter followed.

"On the floor!"

Butch cowered at her feet.

"Now get undressed," the young girl sneered.

Butch awkwardly stripped as he twisted himself back and forth on the 
carpet. When he was naked, Ginny sat on the bed and took off one shoe.

Her mood shifted suddenly.

"Like it down there, Daddy?" she asked, in a playful, teasing voice.

Butch said nothing. Ginny pulled off her sock and rested her bare foot 
on her father's chest.

"My feet are all hot and sweaty," she announced as she slid her toes up 
to Butch's neck.

She batted him gently on his cheek with the ball of her foot and 
finally rested her toes against his lips. Butch needed no 
encouragement; this was one of the scenes in the magazines that had 
excited him the most. He eagerly licked between his daughter's toes, 
lapped at the ball of her foot as she moved it higher and sucked on her 
toes, starting with the smallest and finally tonguing her big toe as 
she flexed it in his mouth. Ginny removed her other shoe and sock and 
made her father give both feet equal treatment.

Tiring of the game, she stood up and straddled the prostrate man. She 
picked up her skirt and swished it form side to side, giving her father 
occasional glimpses of her white panties.

"Like what you see, Daddy?" she teased.

He tensed.

"Take a good look," she said as she crouched down over him, rubbing her 
cotton-covered crotch briefly against his face before standing up 
again.

Her spicy odor lingered in Butch's nostrils as she moved down to his 
hips and swatted his stiff prick back and forth with one foot. She 
squatted again and thrust forward with her hips, pressing his cock 
against his belly. She rode him a while, tilting her hips so she could 
rub her clit with her father's dick. The friction excited her and her 
eyes sparkled as she stared into Butch's face.

"I could come this way, Daddy," she cooed. "Would that turn you on? You 
could watch my face."

She rose and went to the bathroom, returning almost immediately with a 
small bottle, which she held between her teeth as she stripped off her 
panties. The girl knelt down and poured some white lotion on Butch's 
cock before kneeling astride his hips and pressing her pussy against 
the base of his thick penis.

"Ooh, Daddy," she moaned, "Your big prick feels so good against me."

She squirmed her hips around before settling down into a steady back-
and-forth rhythm, being careful to avoid the head.

"Yeah, Daddy, this is nice."

She put both hands on her father's chest for balance.

"You're gonna make your little girl very happy. You want that, don't 
you? You want Ginny to feel good."

Her hips moved faster.

"Almost there, Daddy. Just a little more. Oh, yes. That's it. Ooh!"

A deep red flush covered Ginny's face as she jerked against the 
recumbent figure.

*****************************************************************

Bobby lifted his aunt's ankles onto his shoulders and pinned her thighs 
against her chest, flattening her breasts and making her feel 
deliciously captive. He controlled his thrusts just as she'd taught 
him, pushing himself deep inside her but not hitting bottom. She threw 
her hands over her head and he grabbed her wrists and pressed them down 
into the sheets. It was wonderful to submit in this way, yet be in 
complete control.

"Fuck me, Bobby," she moaned. "Take me. Use me."

"Yes ma'am."

That wasn't right. She'd have to give him limited permission to 
verbally get into character. That's okay. There's plenty of time. Her 
stomach muscles spasmed as she let herself be pushed over the top.

*****************************************************************

Butch lay naked on the bed in the motel and watched Ginny pull the pom-
poms out of her gym bag. The girl had her hair in two braids that 
bounced about her shoulders and wore a light sweater, a short white 
skirt, white socks and sneakers; she looked even younger than her 
years.

"Let's play a game, Daddy," Ginny said in a light tone of voice but one 
that clearly wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. "You'll be my father and 
I'll be a cheerleader. I've just gotten my new outfit and I'm showing 
it to you. We'll ignore the way you're dressed."

"Whatever you say, honey," Butch responded, curious about what she had 
planned for him.

Ginny posed with her pom-poms on her hips and a little-girl-saucy 
expression on her face.

"Don't I look nice, Daddy?" she said, coquettishly.

"Very nice, sweetheart."

Butch's cock began to twitch in anticipation.

"Watch this."

Ginny kicked one leg up above her head.

Butch made appreciative noises.

"Can you see my panties when I do that?"

Ginny kicked again.

"Just a flash of them."

"How about when I do this?"

The teenager spun around quickly.

"Yes. That makes your skirt fly up."

"That means all the boys will see my panties,"

Ginny said with a pout. She dropped her pom-poms, pulled the front of 
her skirt above her waist and looked down at her crotch with an 
expression of mock confusion.

"Just a glimpse and they're nice panties."

Still holding the skirt up, Ginny walked around the bed until she stood 
near her father's head.

"You think they're nice enough?"

Butch rolled on his side so he could inspect the high white spandex 
underwear that Ginny had borrowed from one of her cheer leading 
friends. The shiny material clung tightly to the young girl's pubic 
mound, its smooth surface ruffled slightly by the hair beneath.

"They're very nice, sweetheart."

"Are they clean?" Ginny trilled girlishly. "I'd hate for the boys to 
see me in dirty panties."

"They look clean to me."

"Smell them, Daddy. Smell my panties and make sure."

Butch pulled himself closer and rested his nose against the slick white 
cloth, inhaling the delicate perfume of his daughter's pussy.

"You smell fine."

Ginny stepped onto the bed with one knee, rolling her father onto his 
back and planting her crotch squarely on his face.

"How about under there, Daddy," she said in a high teasing voice. "Are 
they clean under there too?"

Butch's reply was muffled. He began to lick at his daughter's sweet 
lips.

"Oh, Daddy. Your tongue feels so good! You're so nice to your little 
girl!"

Ginny rode her father's face for a minute or two, then pulled away.

"Can I take these off, Daddy? You're so sweet when you kiss me there. I 
want you to kiss my thing without the panties in the way."

The girl stripped off her underwear and knelt above her father.

"Let me see your tongue, Daddy. Stick it out for me. Such a nice tongue 
you have."

She moved down onto him.

"That's right, Daddy. Put you tongue up my little tunnel. Twist it 
around real good."

She shifted her hips.

"Now lick my little button. Your tongue is so soft, Daddy. Lick your 
little girl. Oh, don't stop. You're gonna make me go all squishy 
inside, Daddy."

Ginny came with a set of high squeals.

After a minute, she rolled off her father and gathered up her pom-poms.

"Stand up, Daddy," she giggled.

Butch stood beside the bed and Ginny ran the pom-poms over his chest 
and stomach, as he towered over her. She ran the paper between his legs 
and up into his crotch, then pretended to notice his huge erection.

"Oh Daddy," she whined. "What a big stiff thing you have. It's so 
gross!"

Ginny swatted Butch's cock with one of the pom-poms.

"It's so icky. Make it go down."

She batted it back and forth. The rough paper hurt a little but the 
friction and his daughter's mock disgust turned Butch on.

"What a big, dirty thing, you have, Daddy!"

The blows came faster and faster.

"I'm gonna slap your big red thing until it gets little!"

Butch felt a warmth in his loins.

"Down, you big snake. Oh, yuck. What's all this white stuff? Oh, Daddy, 
you're just disgusting!"

The pom-poms grew somewhat limp as Butch wet them with his discharge.

*****************************************************************

The Saturday afternoon sunlight streamed in through Pamela's bedroom 
window, revealing every line, pore and detail in the bodies entwined on 
the bed. Bobby, labored over his aunt, pumping in and out with 
mechanical efficiency as she changed her pose, lifting first one leg, 
then the other, hooking both ankles behind the boy's knees and 
thrusting her pelvis up high, running one foot up his thigh and 
pressing her heel against his asshole, stroking his cheek with a tender 
hand, scratching his back, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling his 
face fiercely against hers, letting her hands fall limply above her 
head and luxuriating in the rhythmic energy of the boy's thrusts.

They'd been fucking for more than an hour. Bobby was drenched in sweat. 
Droplets dripped from his chin and nose; sometimes Pamela would try to 
catch one in her mouth.

Gracefully as dancers -- but with the woman leading -- they rolled onto 
their sides. Bobby's hand trailed down his aunt's back, cupped one of 
her buttocks and probed between her cheeks. She nodded soundlessly and 
he sank his middle finger into her tightly-puckered ring. She lay 
passively, feeling his thrusts at both portals.

After a long time, she rolled him onto his back, wrapped her fingers 
around his wrists, pinned his hands over his head and rode him to her 
fourth orgasm of the afternoon. Bobby didn't get to come; he had at 
least another hour of work to do.

*****************************************************************

Ellen lay on the bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling. She sighed.

"Is it me, honey? Is there anything wrong?"

Butch rolled over on his side.

"No, babe. Everything's fine. I guess I'm just tired out. I've been 
working too hard the last few days. I'm sorry, hon."

Ellen kissed him gently.

"You'll be all right tomorrow, I'm sure. Don't worry about it."

Butch drifted off into a fitful sleep but Ellen couldn't take her own 
advice. She lay on her back, clutching her shoulders with her crossed 
arms. Maybe I ought to work harder at being sexy. Working full time and 
trying to keep the house going, I've kind of let some things slide. 
Course, I'd help if Butch would lift a finger to do some of the chores.

Anyway, maybe I ought to spend more time on my makeup. And I could get 
to the beauty parlor a lot more often if I put my mind to it. How about 
getting some sexy lingerie? Surprise him. I dunno...Maybe he is just 
tired. Her whirling thoughts finally turned to unsettling dreams.

*****************************************************************

They'd pushed two hassocks together in the middle of the living room 
and Pamela lay face-down on them, her feet straight out behind her, her 
arms dangling down bonelessly. Bobby knelt beside her, his oily hands 
working their way down her spinal column. He reached the sacral 
vertebrae, slid his way to her shoulder blades and scratched her back 
in long, gliding, slippery strokes. A long sigh of contentment escaped 
the woman's lips.

When he'd finished with her back, he let his hands slip lower onto the 
tops of her swelling buttocks. He got some more oil, making sure he 
kept his elbow resting on his aunt so she'd know where he was and began 
to knead her globes carefully and thoroughly. He heard the tempo of her 
breathing quicken slightly and he knew that the massage was about to 
take a more sexual turn.

He was more than ready; he'd had a hard-on the whole time. He worked 
way inward, slipping his fingers up and down the slippery crevice and 
spreading the cheeks to reveal the brown, puckered rosette. Pamela 
shifted her weight as she slipped one hand under her body and fingered 
her moist pussy. Bobby ran his fingertips rapidly back and forth over 
her asshole as she began to moan.

Suddenly, the woman moved back and pulled her legs up so she was 
kneeling with her upper body still flat on the hassocks.

"Get behind me, Bobby," she said in a tone still dazed from the 
massage.

Bobby obeyed, straddling his aunt's legs and squeezing her calves 
between his knees.

"Now rub me with your thumbs," she instructed.

The boy splayed his hands out along his aunt's buns, his thumbs 
pointing inward. He ran each one lightly in turn over her rubbery 
asshole, letting them dig in slightly. Her fingers flashed in her dark 
bush.

Presently, Pamela spoke again.

"Now slip one thumb in."

"Yes ma'am."

Bobby's fingers were already oily enough. He positioned his thumb at he 
center of the crinkled target, pressed gently and sank slowly in to the 
hilt. He rotated his hand back and forth.

"Oh, God. That's so good."

Bobby kept it up. He could smell his aunt's excitement. Several minutes 
passed.

"Take your thumb out, Bobby."

"Yes'm."

Was it over? She hadn't come yet.

"Now give me two fingers."

Bobby got a little more oil and poised his index and middle fingers at 
the now-loosened entrance to her bottom-hole. They slipped smoothly 
inside, not without some resistance.

"Good boy. Now fuck me. Slow at first. Now you can speed up. Yes, 
that's it. Finger-fuck me, Bobby. Fuck my tight little asshole. Faster. 
You're gonna make me come, Bobby."

His fingers were a blur.

"That's it, Bobby. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Ohhh."

Pamela jerked, clenched, jerked and went limp. A red flush spread 
downwards across her oily back.

*****************************************************************

After dinner, Ellen disappeared while Butch worked on her car. When he 
came into the bedroom, dirty and tired, Ellen was sitting at her 
dressing table brushing out her hair. The room lights were dim and her 
perfume was spiced the air. She rose, brushing her hands slowly over 
the sheer wrap that covered her breasts. One hand continued on to her 
belly and stopped there, her fingers pointing provocatively down 
towards the dark triangle visible through the silky material.

With languid grace, the dark-haired woman untied the bow at her neck 
and shrugged her way out of the gown, holding it out with one hand for 
a moment before letting it fall in a wispy pile on her chair. The naked 
woman now approached her fully-dressed husband.

"I want you Butch," she said simply, putting her hands on his shoulders 
and holding her face up to be kissed.

"But I'm all dirty."

And tired. And limp from a wild afternoon with Ginny.

"I like that. I want to see your dirty hands on my soft breasts. I want 
to see the grease marks your fingers make as you touch and stroke me."

She placed her husband's palms against her globes.

"Pinch my nipples Butch. They're hard. Hard for you."

It was true. She'd been touching herself before Butch had come in to 
make sure she was turned on.

Butch tweaked the stiff buds. His dirty fingertips left oily black 
grime on the olive-brown flesh. He ran his hands over the heavy white 
globes, leaving dark stripes behind. Ellen looked down at herself. It 
did look sexy: beauty defiled, defiled willingly and reveling in the 
marks. She looked back at Butch to see if he was getting off on the 
scene. He was watching his hands with interest but with a kind of 
abstract expression on his face instead of the lust that Ellen expected 
to find there.

Worried but game, she unbuttoned her husband's shirt and fumbled with 
his belt. Letting his pants fall to the floor, she pulled his shirt 
open and pressed herself against his chest, wriggling as she slipped 
slowly downward.

The woman knelt before her husband and put her hand on his dick through 
his jockey briefs. Half-hard. Well, I can fix that. She tugged down on 
the waistband, exposing the semi-turgid meat. Leaving his underwear 
halfway down his thighs, Ellen put one hand on the base of his cock and 
directed the tip towards her engulfing mouth. She bobbed her head 
slowly up and down, sucking and working with her tongue. She had to 
open her mouth wider as her efforts began to pay off.

Finally, she pulled her mouth slowly away. Time to put that someplace 
else, she thought as she stood up and helped her husband out of the 
rest of his clothes.

She drew him to the bed, flipping the covers back and settling down on 
the sheet. She lay on her back with her arms outstretched.

"Come fuck me Butch," she pleaded. "I want you so bad."

Butch had no way out. He lowered himself between Ellen's legs and 
inserted the tip of his prick in her wet pussy. Trying to get into it, 
he looked her straight in the eye as he drove his shaft home.

Ellen cried out her pleasure.

"Oh, God. God, that feels good."

Butch's hips kept up their beat. It didn't seem like there was as much 
friction as before. When he pushed his pelvis against hers, he couldn't 
feel his cock pushing the walls apart. Something was wrong. He slipped 
out and reached down to put his cock back in. It was almost completely 
flaccid. He froze.

Ellen reached her hand down to see what was the matter and her fingers 
encountered the shriveled, limp joint. Her first reaction was anger but 
she fought it down.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked as solicitously as she could.

"I dunno, babe," mumbled Butch. "I just don't know."

"Are you sure it's not me?"

"No, baby. It's not you. I just haven't been myself recently. Thinking 
about work too much, I guess."

"Do you think you ought to see the doctor?"

"Let's just give it some time. It'll be okay."

A slight quivering of the bed woke Butch in the middle of the night. He 
rolled over to see what it was. Ellen was curled in a little ball, 
crying softly, her body trembling as she wept. Butch put his arm around 
her and she rolled into his embrace.

"It is me, isn't it honey?" she sobbed, her arms folded up in front of 
her, her fists pressed into her neck, her cheek wet and cold against 
his. "I must be turning you off somehow. Is there anything I can do 
different? Anything at all? Just tell me and I'll do it. I love you, 
honey. I'll do anything to make you happy."

Butch did his best to convince her that things were fine, that he was 
just tired, nothing to worry about. He had little success. Tender words 
had never been his strength.

*****************************************************************

"Oh Daddy, come out here for a minute," Ginny called from the garage.

Mindful of Ellen's presence in the kitchen, Butch stepped warily to the 
door.

"Okay but we don't have long until dinner."

Ginny crooked her index finger from behind the car.

"Over here, Daddy," she called out in a sing-song voice.

It sounded like a taunt.

With a sigh Butch closed the door and worked his way around the car.

"Down there," ordered his daughter, pointing at the floor.

"Not now, honey. Mom could come out here any minute," he protested 
nervously.

"I want you now," she said insistently.

Her fingers fumbling with his fly. His cock rested half-hard in her 
palm.

"Get down on your knees Daddy," she continued, "You're gonna eat me 
while you jerk yourself off."

"It's not a good time, baby."

Butch's palms started to sweat.

"I need it. I'm so hot and sticky and itchy down there."

The girl pulled on her father's shoulders and he reluctantly sank to 
the floor.

"That's good, Daddy," soothed Ginny as she pulled up her skirt.

She dropped it over Butch's head, put her hands outside and pushed his 
face against her panty-covered pussy. The older man obediently began to 
tongue the damp, slick nylon, licking at the little ball of firmness 
right under the crotch seam and occasionally running his tongue along 
the edge of the leg holes and lapping at the hairs that had escaped 
their nylon prison.

His hand went to his swollen dick and began to stroke it as Ginny 
inflamed him with her words.

"Ooooh, yes. I've been thinking about this all day. First I got horny 
in my English class. Mr. Rudolph was wearing real loose-fitting khakis 
-- the kind with a pleated front -- and I thought I could see his dick 
when he moved around. There was something that kinda of pressed against 
the material every so often. I put my finger in my mouth and started to 
suck on it. I'd look at him with my eyes wide and move my finger in and 
out real slow and pretty soon I could see his cock for sure."

"He spent a lot of time facing the blackboard so the class wouldn't see 
but when he'd turn around, he'd always look at me and I'd check him 
out. I started to wriggle a little bit and I let my dress work its way 
up over my knees, then I spread my legs about a foot. I could see him 
trying to glance up my skirt without making it obvious. I kept thinking 
about his cock -- by then I could tell it was pretty big -- and I got 
turned on. I thought about kneeling on the floor in front of him and 
unzipping his pants, then reaching in and scooping out his dick."

"I thought about wrapping my lips around the tip and hearing him suck 
in his breath, then playing with his balls with both hands -- using my 
fingernails to pinch and scratch them -- while I took him deep in my 
mouth. My puss kept leaking juice and I could feel my panties getting 
wet. When we finally got out of class and I started to walk down the 
hall I felt all squishy between my legs -- when a breeze blew 
underneath my skirt it felt cold on my pussy lips."

Ginny broke off her story.

"C'mon Daddy, I've got to get these things off," she said urgently as 
she stepped back and rolled her panties down her legs.

Butch blinked, dazed by the light. Ginny reached down and tucked her 
damp panties into her father's shirt pocket. He looked down at them 
numbly and was caught by surprise when his daughter stepped back over 
him and flipped her skirt down around his shoulders. Once more in 
darkness, he groped blindly for Ginny's pussy, burying his face in her 
generous muff and following the trail of scent to her core. The girl 
gasped as he found her clit with his pointed tongue.

"That's right, Daddy," she cooed. "You're a good cunt-lapper, aren't 
you?"

For an answer Butch circled her clit rapidly with his tongue.

"After English class we had math," Ginny continued, beginning to 
breathe hard. "That was boring and all my juice dried on my panties. 
They were stiff when I walked into Gym class. I left them on when I 
changed into my shorts and I got all sweaty when we worked out. I 
wanted to get to lunch afterwards, so I didn't take a shower -- just a 
little deodorant -- and my panties were damp again as I ran over to the 
cafeteria."

"By the time I'd finished lunch I was starting to get itchy down there 
and that made me horny again. In geography class I wrapped my knees 
around a table leg, rubbed my puss up against it and thought about Mr. 
Rudolph some more. It wasn't as good when I couldn't look at him and 
try to turn him on, though. After class I was all wet again but when I 
dried out the itch came back. I though about scratching but it wasn't 
that kind of an itch. Then I thought of what could make it all better. 
Can you guess?"

"Mmph," answered Butch in the negative.

"My daddy's sweet tongue," said the girl proudly. "My daddy's long, wet 
tongue on my sweaty pussy, reaching deep inside me to get at all the 
itchy parts. And you know what, Daddy?"

"Mmm?"

"It feels even better than I thought," said Ginny, panting. "C'mon, 
Daddy, make me come. I've been waiting for this all afternoon. You know 
just how to do it. Lick your little girl just the way she likes it. 
That's right, Daddy, almost there. A little faster now. Oh, yes! So 
good!"

Ginny pressed her tender tissues hard against her father's mouth and he 
drew a violent orgasm from her as he himself shot his wad on the floor 
of the garage.

Swaying a little, Ginny leaned against the car as she uncovered her 
father's head. As she glanced at the floor, her face contorted in 
disgust.

"Oh, gross!" she exclaimed, "You came all over my shoes!"

Butch stammered an apology and cleaned his daughter's tennis shoes with 
his handkerchief. Ginny flounced off into the house and Butch prepared 
to follow her, trying to brush the dust off his knees.

In a post-orgasmic depression, he stared at the wet whiteness on the 
concrete floor. This was getting away from him. He wanted to become his 
own person again but he knew that the next time his daughter wiggled 
her sexy hips at him he'd find himself in a lather of sick horniness 
that would render him once again powerless.

Filled with self-revulsion, he started for the house. When he was 
opening the door, he noticed Ginny's damp panties still in his breast 
pocket. Guiltily, he balled them up and stuffed them in his hip pocket 
with his handkerchief...

...where Ellen discovered them two days later as she was doing the 
wash. She was first confused, then unbelieving and finally furious. 
That son of a bitch is fooling around with Ginny. His own flesh and 
blood. He must have forced her, the bastard. She forced an icy calm 
over herself. He won't get away with this. He's gonna pay somehow.

Butch trembled before his wife. She pushed him backwards onto the bed 
and held Ginny's panties in his face.

"What are these all about?" she screamed at him.

An impatient shove on the chest toppled Butch backwards; he broke his 
fall with his elbows and lay silent as his wife tossed the bit of white 
nylon on his chest.

"Did you fuck her, you prick?" she raged.

She put her hands on her hips and leaned over him.

"You're gonna tell me exactly what happened. The truth, you understand. 
Not one little fib. I'm going to ask the questions and you're gonna 
give me the answers, right?"

Butch nodded his head mutely. He was scared to death and he felt guilty 
and burdened by his secrets.

"How'd you get her drawers?" asked Ellen, her face red with fury.

"She put them in my pocket," answered Butch in a small voice.

"She what?"

"She took them off so I could, uh, lick her pussy and I put them in my 
pocket."

"You forced her, didn't you? Did you just threaten her, or did you hold 
her down? Fucking animal!"

"It wasn't like that. She made me eat her."

"Made you? Bullshit! How could that little tiny girl make you do 
anything?"

"I like it when she makes me do things. It's wrong and I'm weak. I let 
her do it once and then she threatened to tell about the other times."

"You like what?"

"I've always liked the idea of women controlling me. I never told you 
'cause I thought it'd turn you off and I never did anything until Ginny 
got to me a few weeks ago. Then I just couldn't stop."

Ellen was astonished. This had the ring of truth, weird though it was. 
Her anger temporarily lost out to her curiosity.

"Controlling you -- what's that mean?"

Butch struggled to his feet and opened his secret cache. His face red 
with shame, he thrust one of the magazines into his wife's hands. She 
glanced at the lurid cover, opened it a random and gaped.

"What are those?" she asked.

"Nipple clamps. They hurt too. She's putting them on to teach him a 
lesson."

She was horrified and fascinated.

"What kind of lesson?"

"It doesn't really matter. She likes to do it and he likes to have it 
done. They just pretend that he doesn't."

Ellen flipped the page.

"What's this?"

"One of them is making him eat her while the other one fucks him in the 
ass with a dildo."

"And this?"

"She's making him pull down her panties with his teeth."

Ellen felt a little dizzy. The images in the magazine were shocking and 
raw but they stirred her in some way. She tossed the thing aside.

"Did Ginny hurt you?" she asked, alarmed at the thought.

"Not really. She's more into degrading me and making me serve her."

Ellen thought for a minute.

"You know, it doesn't make any difference whether it was her idea or 
your idea," she said, not quite believing her words. "You're the adult 
and she's the child. You're supposed to be man enough to do the right 
thing."

"I know that and I'm not blaming her. It's all my fault. I've been weak 
and a fool and nobody would blame you if you threw me out of the 
house."

"I could do worse than that. I could turn you in as a child molester."

The thought had done more than cross Butch's mind.

"I hope you'll forgive me. I'll do anything you say."

He sat on the bed and stared at the floor.

Ellen didn't know what to do. Her shock at the pictures was fading into 
a sexy glow but her anger was returning. How dare he betray me? And 
with Ginny! And when he couldn't get it up, he must have been fucking 
her -- or whatever they did -- so much he was limp. And then, I thought 
it was my fault. Shit, how could I be so stupid! I cried and cried and 
he just let me go on. She made a decision without even realizing she 
had to decide anything.

"Get undressed," she said in a low, level voice, her anger in control 
and her ears not believing what they heard coming from her mouth.

Butch fumbled his way out of his clothes and stood before his wife with 
a stiffening cock and a servile expression. Noticing his erection, she 
pulled a chair up before him and sat down.

"You let this thing run your life," she said, giving it a little slap.

Butch's prick bobbled from side to side as he stood impassively over 
his wife. Emboldened, she slapped his dick a few more times with 
gradually increasing force. It rose to full erection. Ellen marveled at 
the warm feeling between her legs. She had no idea this kind of thing 
could turn her on. She gripped his balls with her fingernails.

"Or maybe it's these," she growled, twisting the sack back and forth.

Butch just took it.

Ellen had another idea.

"Turn sideways," she said as she pulled on her husband's hips.

She held his dick in one hand while she ran the other over his furry 
buttocks. Her gentle touch was ominous in the face of her anger and 
Butch waited nervously. The sweat tricked out from under his arms and 
ran in thin droplets down his sides as she drew out the moment. The 
increased force of her grip on his cock was Butch's first sign that 
something was imminent.

Then Ellen slapped him hard on the ass. The first blows hurt her hand 
but she kept at it for a minute or so. Butch's cock jerked back and 
forth in Ellen's fist as he reacted to her spanking and the friction 
excited him. The blows didn't hurt that much and he loved the idea of 
being punished by his wife.

Ellen soon realized that things weren't working out the way she wanted. 
Her husband's heavily muscled cheeks were hurting her hand. She stopped 
spanking and looked around the room. Seeing nothing obviously useful, 
she stood up, stepped around Butch and went into the bathroom.

When she returned, Ellen's face was creased with a thin smile. She held 
a long-handled hairbrush in one hand and tapped it lightly against the 
other palm, letting Butch get a good look. The bristles felt sharp 
against her flesh as she varied the force, trying to see what effects 
she could get.

Ellen walked over and stood very close to her husband and ran the brush 
through his matted chest hair, then over his nipples. The coarse fibers 
bit into the hard nubs. Still looking up at him, she trailed the brush 
down his chest, across his belly and finally stroked the underside of 
his cock with the bristles.

Butch flinched as the sharp spines flicked against his sensitive flesh 
and Ellen's grim smile increased. She sat back down so she could see 
what she was doing, turned her husband to face her and began an 
thorough exploration of his swollen member. She couldn't get much force 
from the underside, because his cock just jumped upwards. From the top 
was better and she tried faster strokes for a while, gradually 
concentrating on the head.

After it was well sensitized, she started to tap it rapidly with the 
ends of the coarse hairs, moving the brush in short strokes and moving 
her hand around so she gave all parts of the helmet equal attention. 
Butch gritted his teeth as the sharp bristles bounced off his inflamed 
skin; it hurt but the drop of pre-come forming on the tip of his prick 
showed Ellen how much it turned him on. She rapped the brush against 
the clear fluid, splattering it around; more waled up to take its place 
as Butch's fists clenched in mixed pain and pleasure.

Looking for new territory, The grimly triumphant woman slapped the 
inside of her husband's thighs with her free hand. When he obediently 
spread his legs, she scraped the brush roughly over the interior of his 
upper legs and reached between them to irritate his ass cheeks, leaving 
reddened skin in her wake.

His balls were next; after a few side to side strokes, Ellen returned 
to the sharp taps that had served so well on her husband's cock. When 
she grew tired of that game, she returned to the tip of his cock but 
this time she held the shaft firmly in place with one hand while she 
lavished firm, short strokes on the soft flesh with little flicks of 
her wrist. This new, rougher treatment afforded Butch more pain but he 
just bit his lower lip and accepted it.

As Ellen grew more aroused, an urge to discard her clothes developed. 
It had given her a feeling of power to be fully dressed while her 
victim stood naked before her but she wanted the freedom to touch her 
tingling nipples or her now-drenched pussy as well as the ability to 
use her husband for her pleasure. Setting the hairbrush aside, the 
dark-haired woman stood up and put one foot on the chair. When Butch 
looked inquisitively at her, she simply pointed at the ground and he 
knelt at her feet.

"Take off my shoes," she said evenly.

He bent to his task, kissing her toes for good measure before she 
changed feet. His willing servility surprised and excited Ellen and she 
began to think of things that would take advantage of it. She stood 
barefooted before him and gradually pulled her skirt up.

"Kiss my knees," she breathed.

He complied.

"Now higher," she whispered as she exposed another inch of leg.

Butch followed the hem of the skirt slowly upwards, reverently pressing 
his lips to his wife's soft skin.

She finally exposed the small white triangle at the crotch of her 
panties. He went for it but she held up a hand and he pulled backwards 
and watched her gradually expose the entire front of her panties. The 
expanse of white nylon was shadowed by Ellen's thick, dark bush. A few 
hairs peeked out of the legs. Butch studied the way his wife's pussy 
lips pushed against the tight slick cloth, forming a shallow trough. 
She beckoned him with her forefinger and he placed his lips gently 
against the tender place where her labia separated.

"Just the skin," she cautioned with some reluctance.

Butch ran his lips along the hem of his wife's panties, sniffing her 
spice as her neared her core. She slowly turned around and her followed 
the elastic around her hips and along the furrow at the bottom of her 
buttocks, sniffing a funky scent as he crossed over from one cheek to 
the other.

As Ellen completed the circle and stood once more facing her husband, 
she held the front of her skirt up with one hand and began to unbutton 
her blouse with the other. Butch kept up his respectful kisses as she 
tossed the garment on the floor. The skirt dropped over his shoulders 
as Ellen used both hands to unbutton its side fastening, then she 
flicked it away over her head and threw it on the blouse.

"Kiss me here," she said, pointing to a place between her navel and the 
top of her bikini panties.

The pressure of Butch's lips was just right: soft, subservient and 
deferential. Butch held his face still as his wife presented various 
parts of her belly for his obeisant adoration. While doing so, she 
unsnapped her brassiere and pulled it down her arms. As the garment 
landed on the growing pile of clothes, Ellen's fingers found her stiff 
brown nipples, pinching them as she watched her husband grovel. It felt 
right to give herself pleasure as he attended reverently to her. Giving 
each long bud a final tweak, Ellen slowly slid her hands over her 
stomach to her hips. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her 
panties, she eased them down slowly.

Butch followed the elastic down her belly, kissing each increment of 
her hairy mound as she unveiled it to him. When he reached her sticky 
pussy lips, she enjoyed his attentions for a minute, then pushed her 
undergarment suddenly down her legs, tossed it aside and stepped 
abruptly over her servile husband. Her momentum forced his head back. 
and he felt the muscles at the back of his neck compress as she pressed 
down on him, grinding her wet cunt violently against his lips.

Without a word she bore down harder and harder, until Butch collapsed 
backwards onto the floor. Even then, Ellen followed him down and came 
to rest sitting firmly on his face as he lay on his back. She ground 
herself against him without mercy, inwardly rejoicing when his tongue 
came out to meekly lap at her inner folds. She put her hands on his 
forehead to steady herself as she rode him, using his tongue, his lips 
and his nose for her satisfaction.

She bucked back and forth in wild abandon as her husband attempted 
valiantly to lick at whatever she presented him. As her fervor became 
more intense, she pressed her clit against his mouth, rotating her hips 
in tiny circles. Butch lapped the hard little button single-mindedly, 
lashing it in circles until Ellen shrieked her ecstasy, digging her 
fingers into his hair and pressing the back of his head into the 
carpet.

Shocked by the intensity of his wife's release, Butch lay quietly until 
her movements ceased. Ellen, recovering from her passion, looked into 
his eyes with an expression he didn't recognize: an intense mixture of 
passion, excitement and mastery that frightened as much as excited him. 
Be careful what you wish for, a voice repeated from the recesses of his 
mind. He had as much control of the situation as a twig in the rapids 
and he hung on for the ride.

Ellen recovered and struggled to her feet, stepping on her husband's 
face in the process. She sat heavily upon the chair, casting around 
until she found the hairbrush. She held it up for his inspection and 
broke the silence.

"That was for me. This is for you. Stand up. Now bend over my lap. 
Leave your feet on the floor and rest your weight on your hands."

Butch's body formed an inverted V, with his cock coming to rest between 
his wife's thigh's and his ass pointing at the ceiling. She stroked the 
bristles over his defenseless buttocks and between his hairy cheeks, 
giving him plenty of time to imagine the coming torment.

Flipping the hairbrush over so that the flat part faced downwards, 
Ellen pulled back her hand and delivered a solid blow to her husband's 
backside. The sound wasn't as crisp as she had hoped -- the hairbrush 
didn't cover enough area -- but Butch flinched satisfyingly and a 
bright red mark appeared on his buttock.

"That hurt?" she asked in a tone that indicated that she didn't care 
much one way or the other.

"Uhh."

That sounded like an affirmative to her. More swats followed, each 
delivered with persuasive authority and soon Butch was writhing. His 
ass turned beet-red under his wife's assault; the efforts made her 
breathe hard but she kept it up until the muscles in her arm begged for 
relief. As he twisted back and forth in her lap, Ellen felt Butch's 
prick work its way down between her legs; she clamped her thighs 
together, trapping its warm stiff bulk. It felt good there, jerking to 
and fro in time with her swings.

Ellen rested her arm for a moment, running the bristles of the 
hairbrush over her husband's reddened buttocks. The stiff fibers grated 
painfully on the sensitized skin and Butch's pitiful whining, instead 
of causing sympathy in his wife, made her eager for more.. She returned 
to the spanking, this time with the bristles instead the back of the 
brush, experimenting with and finally perfecting a raking motion at the 
end of each stroke. Butch yelps were gratifyingly heartfelt.

Her arm tired before Ellen felt complete. She slumped over her husband, 
her heavy breasts grazing his back and her arm outstretched towards his 
feet. As she toyed with the brush, rubbing it against the backs of 
Butch's knees, a way to continue his travail with less effort occurred 
to her. Pulling herself erect again, she brought the handle of the 
hairbrush to her lips and slowly, voluptuously, sucked it into her 
mouth.

It felt smooth, round and gratifyingly large as she coated it liberally 
with her saliva. Ellen smiled inwardly as she rubbed the slippery probe 
insistently up and down the crack of her husband's ass. Feeling the 
yielding center, she pried his cheeks apart with her free hand so she 
had a nice clear view of the way his crinkled pink rosette bend inward 
and dilated as she forced the handle home.

She had to press harder that she though she would but Butch's tense 
sphincter muscles finally surrendered to her patient attack and the 
hairbrush sank suddenly in, stopping only when the bristles poked into 
the inside of his buttocks. Butch's discomfort was acute but he only 
grunted -- he'd never been as turned on in his life. Gripping the top 
of the hairbrush, Ellen began to fuck Butch's ass with the handle, 
twisting it back and forth as she rammed it home, her lips a thin line 
as she grimly exacted her retribution.

"Like that?" she said through clenched teeth.

Butch only moaned.

"Doesn't matter anyway. I don't care if you like it or not. You're 
gonna take it either way, aren't you?"

The brush moved in and out a little faster. Butch's hips jerked in time 
with the strokes and Ellen clenched her thighs tightly together, 
capturing her husband's squirming cock in their warm embrace. She 
fucked him harder and faster until Butch could take no more: his body 
stiffened and his hot emissions squirted between his wife's clasping 
thighs.

Ellen lay beside her sleeping husband and stared at the ceiling. The 
evening had exhausted him but her mind swarmed with strange, terrifying 
but somehow intoxicating thoughts. The balance of power had shifted and 
she intended to see that the old order never returned. She had to plan. 
The next day or so could be crucial. The first thing was Ginny. Three 
was too many for the house now; either Butch or Ginny would have to go 
and Ellen had plans for Butch. The next thing was a new set of rules 
for her husband. There would be some sweeping changes in that 
department. Let's start with housework...

Butch rolled onto his back and opened his eyes. His wife stood naked 
over him, examining his sleepy face critically with her arms crossed. 
He gave a little start.

"Honey..." he began blearily.

Ellen needed to make sure things got off on the right foot.

"Throw the covers on the floor," she said icily.

Might as well get him used to obeying orders. She remembered something 
she'd seen in the magazine. It seemed like a good way remind her 
husband of his degraded status. She was she unsure of the extent of her 
power over him. She'd have to figure out a way to make sure he got 
something out if it. Then she was pretty sure he'd go for it.

Butch threw the sheets back, exposing his hard body and his limp dick.

"Sure thing, babe..."

"On your back. Head at the foot of the bed. Arms at your side."

Butch wriggled into position. In some ways, this was his dream come 
true but there was an element of danger that hadn't figured in his 
fantasies. Thankful that his wife wasn't going to throw him out on the 
street, he didn't think much beyond the moment.

Butch looked up at his wife as she came over to the side of the bed, 
spread her legs and pressed her knees against the mattress. He couldn't 
see her face very well and that bothered him. He was a little worried 
about where she was coming from. She put one knee on the bed and he 
couldn't see her face at all, just her slightly puffy pussy lips 
peeking from her hairy muff. The other knee hit the bed and Ellen 
lowered her crotch toward her husband's face.

"Tongue out," she commanded.

Her clit brushed against his nose, her labia opened and passed over his 
mouth but kept on going. Ellen rotated her hips until her brown, smelly 
ring touched her husband's outstretched tongue.

"Kiss my ass, you bastard," hissed the woman, suddenly letting Butch 
feel her full weight.

Butch thrust his tongue as far as he could into his wife's greasy 
asshole. She was fairly relaxed and he got deep enough to lick against 
her inner walls. It took a few seconds before he noticed that he 
couldn't breathe. He couldn't speak but he moaned in distress. Ellen, 
misinterpreting his outburst, sat down even harder, twisting her ass 
back and forth a little. Butch complained more loudly and she finally 
got the message. His mouth still fully occupied butch, inhaled 
gratefully through his nose.

Ellen reached for her husband's dick, limp no more. She stroked it 
rapidly for a while, until she recognized the signs that Butch was 
getting close, then she slowed her pace to let him fall back down. As 
she fisted him at a tantalizingly dawdling pace, she began to inform 
her husband how things were going to be.

"Can you hear me Butch?"

"Uh-huh."

"Keep licking, while I talk to you."

"Mmm."

"You want to stay in this house?"

"Uh-huh."

"You want to stay out of jail?"

"Uh-huh."

That seemed to be delivered with a little extra intensity.

"Then from now on, I'm going to run things."

"Uh-huh."

"You're gonna do what I say, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"No matter what?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's what I like to hear."

Ellen lifted her spongy cheeks from her husband's face, twisted around 
and sat on his chest, almost galling off in the process. She put one 
foot above each of his shoulders, grabbed her knees and ooched her butt 
up until her glistening pussy was about half a foot from his face.

"I was sure you'd see things my way," she said, fixing Butch with her 
gaze.

"Whatever you say, honey," he responded, glancing down at her cunt with 
a combination of apprehension and hunger in his eyes.

Ellen reached across with her left hand and grabbed her right knee, 
freeing up her right hand, which fluttered down the back of her thigh 
and across her black thatch. Smiling at her husband's evident 
confusion, she worked her middle finger deep inside her now-slippery 
asshole, then pulled it out and stuck it in his mouth.

"Suck on it," she ordered.

Butch meekly licked his wife's finger for a minute. It was nice and 
slippery now. She slipped it back in her asshole, then held it under 
his nose.

"Wanna taste it some more?" she taunted him.

Butch nodded submissively.

Now was the time for Ellen to find out how far she could push her 
husband. Slipping her finger once more into his mouth, she challenged 
him.

"Taste good?"

"Mm-mmf," he answered affirmatively.

She went back for another load and held her finger to his nose again.

"Smell my shit?"

There. She couldn't believe she'd said that.

"Uh-huh," replied Butch, staring back at her with a puppy-dog 
expression.

"Now taste it," she said, sliding her finger between her husband's 
slack lips.

Butch obediently sucked on her finger, running his tongue eagerly 
around it. There really wasn't that much taste but the symbolism of the 
act excited Butch immensely. His wife crooked her digit and he tried to 
lick under her nail.

Ellen was amazed. She'd thought that it would take a lot more to bring 
Butch around. She was prepared to threaten him until he gave in and was 
relieved at her early victory. What now? Should she let him come as a 
reward? No, she wanted to keep him horny until she had thoroughly 
established her dominance. Should she make him get her off? Better but 
only if she could do it in a way that reinforced his subjugation.

She leaned forward, putting one foot on the floor above Butch's head 
and leaving the other knee on the bed above his shoulder. With both 
hands free now, she used the middle finger of the left one to feed him 
little tastes of her asshole while she stroked her clit with the index 
and middle fingers of the right one. Pussy juice dripped down onto 
Butch's sucked-in cheeks and Ellen pleasured herself. She made herself 
take a long time to come. The doorbell broke the tense silence.

*****************************************************************

Bobby stood at attention in his panties as he opened the door, allowing 
Ginny access to the living room. The girl stepped across the threshold 
and stood for a moment blinking as Bobby closed the door behind her. 
Gradually, her eyes adjusted to the gloom and the girl could see Pamela 
sitting on the couch wearing an off-white linen suit, a blank 
expression on her face.

Pamela looked cool and relaxed to Ginny; for some reason it made the 
girl angry that her aunt should look so relaxed when she was hot and 
sweaty and feeling frazzled. Her armpits were slimy with perspiration 
and her crotch felt damp where her shorts and her underwear had bunched 
up between her thighs. She tugged absently at the hems with one hand.

Bobby picked up Ginny's suitcase and started for the stairs. The girl 
noticed him for the first time.

"What's he wearing?" she called out, incredulous. "He looks so silly!"

Bobby stopped and turned back toward her, exposing the protrusion his 
erection made in the thin material of his underwear. Ginny touched the 
waistband of Bobby's panties, as if she needed a tactile verification 
of what her eyes had told her. She ran her hand down over his rod.

"You're a horny bastard, aren't you?" she said with a smirk. "Hung, 
though,"

Bobby stood impassively as his cousin squeezed him gently through his 
underwear; a slight blush formed on his cheeks. Sensing her power over 
him, Ginny began to move her hand more rapidly, fanning it lightly over 
Bobby's meat. The boy groaned. His knees sagged slightly as he let his 
cousin jack him off.

Ginny felt her confidence rise. She could dominate this situation, too. 
All she'd have to do is keep on top of the two of them and she'd be 
running the show again. She let go of Bobby's cock long enough to pull 
the waistband of his panties out and tuck the elastic under his balls, 
exposing his tool. She cupped his rod in one hand and tickled his balls 
with her other. Bobby's fingers lost their grip on the suitcase and it 
fell to the floor with a thump, then toppled over on its side.

A sharp sound split the air and Ginny's ass stung. Dropping Bobby's 
prick, she turned around just in time to catch a slap across her face. 
She covered her reddening cheek with her hand as Pamela scolded her.

"Get your hands off him! That's just what you're going to have to learn 
not to do. When I get through with you it's going to be 'Yes, Ma'am' 
and 'No, Ma'am' and you're going to be the passive one. Do you 
understand that?"

Ginny stammered incoherently. She couldn't believe her aunt would treat 
her that way.

"Never mind," said Pamela. "You'll see. Now undress."

Ginny's hand went automatically to the top button of her shirt before 
her mind engaged. She paused.

"Wh..what?"

"You heard me. Get your clothes off and do it quick."

"No fucking way."

The girl stood rigid, her arms crossed on her chest.

"Bobby, grab her arms."

Bobby pinned his cousin's elbows behind her back as Pamela began to 
unbutton Ginny's shirt, her face impassive and her manner methodical. 
The girl struggled a little but gave up when she saw it wasn't getting 
her anywhere. Pamela finished with the buttons, reached inside the 
shirt and unfastened the front of Ginny's thin white bra.

Pushing the material aside, the older woman weighed one of the girl's 
breasts in her hand, nodded once and rolled Ginny's olive nipple 
between her thumb and forefinger. To Ginny's embarrassment, she was 
almost instantly rock-hard. Pamela trailed her hand across the girl's 
stomach and unbuttoned the waistband of her jeans, then slowly pulled 
down the zipper. The metallic sound seemed loud in the room. Pamela 
pushed Ginny's jeans over her hips and down her legs until the girl 
stood with a pile of blue cloth at her ankles capped with a tangle of 
white panties.

"Let's see what we have here," said the older woman as she pushed 
Ginny's shirt and bra up on her shoulders.

Bobby tugged the material down the girl's arms and dropped the garments 
on the floor. Pamela ran a fingernail over one erect nipple, then 
slowly slid her finger down the girl's belly, scratching the navel in 
passing and plunging into her niece's dark bush. Ginny clamped her legs 
together and twisted to one side, dislodging her aunt's hand.

"Insubordinate, aren't you?" Pamela muttered coolly. "I can fix that, 
you know,"

Turning, she walk over to the couch.

"Bobby, bring her over here. No, just pick her up by the arms and drag 
her over. That's good. Down by the end. No, facing the couch. Now bend 
her over the arm. Good. Now sit down. A little closer to the arm; you 
can put her head in your lap. Now just hold her right there."

Ginny lay face down over the arm of the couch, her feet enmeshed in her 
pants and her face pressed into Bobby's underwear. Remembering Ginny's 
teasing a few minutes earlier, the boy tangled his fingers in her hair 
and rubbed her nose against his stiff shaft as Pamela took a position 
at the end of the couch.

Pamela ran her fingers gently over Ginny's ass cheeks, cupping the 
girls buns in her palms, caressing and patting, enjoying their soft 
warmth. One long, cool finger insinuated itself into Ginny's cleft and 
probed briefly but insistently, at the girl's dark brown asshole. Ginny 
let out a little gasp but before she could protest. Pamela had moved on 
and her fingers played over her niece's pussy lips. The girl clamped 
her legs closed, trapping her aunt's hand.

"Open up," said Pamela in the voice of a mother coaxing her two-year-
old to eat some vegetables.

Ginny just squeezed harder. Her aunt twisted her hand free and 
delivered a brisk slap to Ginny's left cheek. Ripples spread across 
Ginny's buttocks and the girl yelped briefly. Pamela spanked the other 
side, then stopped to observe the red hand prints that slowly formed.

"Now will you relax for me?' she asked in a cool tone.

Ginny said nothing but the firm set of her ass cheeks was answer 
enough.

Pamela's voice grew stern.

"Around this house, disobedient little girls are punished. Virginia, 
you're going to get a spanking. It's a spanking that you richly 
deserve, not only for the way you're acting but for what brings you to 
this house. Yes, I think you have a good one coming."

Pamela moved to the coffee table and picked up the Ping-Pong paddle she 
had placed there earlier. Ginny couldn't see her but she heard the 
whistle as her aunt took a swat at the air and her heart sank.

Pamela stood, her feet spread for balance, in front of the arm of the 
couch. She braced her left hand against the small of Ginny's back and, 
leaning across her, swung the paddle crisply into the girl's right 
cheek. A satisfying crack shattered the silence. Ginny yelped briefly 
but the sound was muffled by Bobby's belly. Pamela ignored the 
outburst, pursed her lips and began to alternate sides. She didn't hit 
very hard and there was plenty of time between the strokes but after a 
few minutes, Ginny's bottom felt quite hot.

It wasn't that it hurt so much -- though it did smart -- but that she 
felt so embarrassed and helpless. The girl began to sniffle. This was 
so humiliating! Beyond the degradation, there was a sexual aspect to it 
that confused the teenager and turned her on at the same time.

"You're hurting me, Aunt Pamela," she whined.

The reply was matter-of-fact.

"It's supposed to hurt, dear. That's the whole idea."

The spanks continued at their unhurried pace.

Ginny wriggled her hips from side to side.

"Oh stop, Aunt Pamela," she sputtered through her tears. "I'll be good. 
I'll be very good."

"I'll decide when your spanking is over, young lady. Bobby, rub her 
mouth against the head of your prick."

Bobby, who had been thinking about how it would feel to have his cousin 
suck his cock, tugged her head up towards his belly button and pressed 
her lips to his nylon-covered rod. The small puddle of tears felt cool 
where her head had been on his belly.

Ginny relaxed her lips and they clung limply to the head of his prick. 
She liked the feel of it. She licked slowly against the slippery cloth, 
becoming more aroused. Pamela paused and ran her hand over Ginny's 
darkening buttocks; her fingers fluttered between the girl's legs and 
pressed lightly against her generously-furred pussy before Pamela 
resumed the spanking.

Pamela spoke again.

"Now, Virginia, I'd like you to do a little meditation on humility."

The pace slowed down even more but the blows came harder.

"Think about obedience."

Spank.

"Think about temperance."

Spank.

"Think about restraint."

Spank.

"Think about modesty."

Spank.

"Think about purity."

Spank.

"Think about virginity. Too late for that, isn't it?"

Spank.

Pamela laid the paddle on the arm of the couch and grazed her fingers 
lightly over her niece's bright-red backside. Ginny whimpered softly, 
all the fight gone away. Her aunt explored her private places, 
including those that had previously cause rebellion. As Pamela's 
fingers pried open her outer lips and stroked the pink petals beneath, 
Ginny realized that she was wet. Not just a little bit but sopping, she 
thought as another wave of embarrassment washed over her. And Aunt 
Pamela knows it, too.

The older woman's middle finger carried some of Ginny's slippery juices 
down to her clit and teased the hard little nubbin with leisurely 
strokes. Ginny's excitement and her humiliation rose as her aunt 
expertly caressed her, finally bringing her to a shuddering climax. Her 
reddened cheeks quivered as she shook in ashamed ecstasy.

Pamela motioned to Bobby and he helped push the girl upright. She stood 
at the end of the couch, her face flushed and tear-stained and her lips 
trembling.

"And now, Virginia," spoke Pamela evenly, "You will obey me completely 
and willingly."

"Y..yes, ma'am," replied the girl meekly.

"You will comport yourself with humility and discretion in my presence. 
You will address me politely and respectfully and you will willingly 
carry out whatever duties I assign to you."

"Yes, Aunt Pamela."

Ginny was already thinking of how to get out of this situation but it 
didn't seem as though she had many options right then.

"Remove the remainder of your clothes."

Ginny sat on the arm of the couch and fumbled with her jeans. She had 
to pull them up her legs to get at her shoelaces, then she slipped off 
her shoes and socks, pushed her pants and panties over her ankles with 
her feet and looked at her aunt with a question in her eyes.

"Pick them up," continued Pamela, "Go over there and get your blouse 
and brassiere and follow me."

The three ascended the stairs: Pamela leading, Ginny following at a 
respectful distance and Bobby bringing up the rear, his eyes fastened 
on his cousin's reddened rear, which wobbled just inches from his face. 
Nice buns, he thought, as he watched them wobble up and down. It'd feel 
great to sink your face in there. He wondered what her asshole looked 
like; he hoped he'd find out soon.

The group gathered in Pamela's bedroom.

"Put your clothes on the chair, dear," said Pamela to Ginny as she 
busied herself in the closet.

The older woman emerged unfolding a white rubber sheet, which she 
spread over the bed.

"Lie down on your stomach," ordered Pamela.

The sheet felt cool on the young girl's belly as she wriggled into 
position, struggling against the grippy surface. She crossed her hands 
under her chin and watched Pamela disappear into the bathroom. Cabinet 
doors opened and closed around the corner where Ginny couldn't see and 
she heard water running in the sink.

Bobby stood impassively, his panties drooping a little. They were damp 
and semi-transparent in front and traces of Ginny's lipstick marked the 
place where her lips had been. The bedroom felt hot after the cool of 
the downstairs part of the house. Ginny wondered what was taking her 
aunt so long.

After a few more minutes, Pamela came back into the bedroom, carrying a 
jar of Vaseline and a large red rubber bag to which was attached a thin 
white hose.

"On your hands and knees, Virginia," said Pamela in a voice that 
brooked no nonsense.

Ginny worked her way into position.

"Head back," said the woman absently and the teenager looked her aunt 
squarely in the face.

Pamela held the jar out to Bobby and he stepped forward to take it.

"You know what to do," she said ominously.

Bobby disappeared out of Ginny's sight as she continued to gaze into 
her aunt's eyes. She felt Bobby's greasy fingers probing between her 
buttocks and started to jerk away but thought better of it when she saw 
the look on Pamela's face. Her jaw set with the effort of holding 
still, she grimaced as Bobby worked two slippery fingers deep into her 
anus, twisting them back and forth for what seemed like a long time.

For his part, Bobby was thoroughly enjoying the pasty feeling of his 
pretty young cousin's rectal passage and the delightful way her 
sphincter squeezed his fingers irregularly. He moved his hand back and 
forth as he watched his knuckles disappear into Ginny's brown, crinkled 
ring. He applied more jelly, even though she was already quite 
slippery. His fingers moved easily inside her as he began to pump in 
and out more rapidly. Maybe one more finger...

"That's enough, Bobby."

His aunt's command broke his concentration. He pressed his fingers in 
as far as they went and leaned against them, just to give his cousin 
one last thing to think about, then slowly pulled them out, wiping his 
hand on her still-red cheeks and leaving a faint brown trail.

"Do you know what this is?" asked Pamela as she held up the bag.

"I think so," answered her niece in a bemused tone. "But I'm not sick."

"This is more of a treatment for your head than your body. You will 
learn obedience and you will learn humility. You will take all the 
water I give you with no complaint. You will hold it inside for as long 
as I wish. You will expel it when I am ready. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes ma'am."

"That's better."

Pamela walked over to where Bobby stood.

"Hold this," she said as she handed him the bag and bent over her 
niece's kneeling form.

The older woman tested the teenager's opening with her finger.

"You did a good job, Bobby," she murmured as she placed the nozzle at 
the center of Ginny's brown ring and pushed.

The thin tube seemed small after the boy's fingers but its hardness 
seemed somehow foreboding. Pamela worked the tube back and forth, then 
tried several angles, muttering negatively to herself. She didn't seem 
to be able to get the nozzle just where she wanted. She pulled it out 
and started all over. All this probing and waiting made Ginny nervous 
and part of her hoped that her aunt would just get on with it, just as 
part of her dreaded the coming invasion of her body. After several more 
trials, Pamela pronounced the nozzle properly inserted.

"Hold the bag up high, Bobby," she prompted, "We're almost ready to 
start."

Turning her attention back to the girl, she addressed her.

"Are you ready, Virginia?"

"I..I guess so," Ginny said in a small voice.

"I think you should ask for it."

"What?"

Ginny's answer conveyed shock and confusion.

"You heard me, young lady," said Pamela in a hardening tone.

"Uh, okay. Go ahead and give it to me," the girl answered with 
resignation.

"You can be more polite than that."

"Please. Please give it to me."

"Give you what?"

"The, uh, enema. Please give me the enema."

"Very well," said Pamela, flipping the catch on the clamp.

The water felt hot as it rushed into the girl's ass; she hadn't 
expected that. The first cramps came almost immediately and Pamela, 
seemingly knowing Ginny's sensations exactly, stopped the flow for a 
few moments. When it resumed, the cramping had diminished. Ginny tried 
to relax as her belly slowly expanded.

Pamela noticed that Ginny's head hung down.

"Pull your head up, young lady," she ordered. "Look straight ahead at 
the wall."

The girl raised her head. The stiff posture her aunt forced on her made 
the scene into more of a ritual for her. She held the position with 
some difficulty. The warmth of the water and the heat of the room made 
Ginny break into a sweat; Pamela observed with satisfaction as the 
girl's back became first slightly shiny, then thoroughly wet.

Pamela stopped the flow again; the bag hung limp, with perhaps a third 
of the water remaining. She reached between Ginny's thighs and found 
her clit swimming in slippery juices. The older women massaged the 
little nubbin with her middle finger, adroitly exciting the girl but 
delivering all the emotional warmth of a milkmaid at a cow. Ginny felt 
put down but started to move her hips in little circles as her aunt got 
to her anyway.

"How do you feel, dear?" Pamela asked solicitously as she removed her 
hand.

"Cramps. Full."

Ginny forced the words out with ragged breaths. In truth, the cramps 
were fading but the young girl was beginning to enjoy the part of the 
victim.

"I think you can take some more," said Pamela with assurance, all the 
concern gone.

"No. Please, no."

Pamela ignored the girl's pleas and unclamped the tube. Ginny sighed as 
she felt the pressure increase. Perspiration poured down her face and 
she felt droplets running down her arms. After what seemed like a long 
time, her aunt broke the silence.

"That's all dear. Now we'll take the nozzle out." She wiggled the 
plastic tube experimentally.

"Clamp down now, I don't want you to make a mess."

Pamela watched as her niece's sphincter tightened, then slowly pulled 
out the tube. A few drops of water ran from Ginny's asshole and 
disappeared into the nest of dark hair between her legs. Now that the 
tube was gone, Ginny was more conscious of the pressure in her rectum. 
She squeezed extra hard to keep from leaking.

"Can I...can I go to the bathroom now?" whimpered the girl.

"Not just yet, dear," replied her aunt. "I'll tell you when. Just now I 
have something else in mind. Go down to that end of the bed, Bobby,"

Pamela pointed to the place where Ginny's hands gripped the sheet. 
Bobby looked around for some place to put the bag.

"On the sheet, there," offered Pamela.

Bobby awkwardly put the bag down and draped the hose over Ginny's 
ankles, then stood facing the girl in his appointed place. The older 
woman came around behind Bobby, reached around his waist and pulled the 
front of his panties down, allowing his stiff cock to spring out. It 
bobbed up and down, finally curving up towards the ceiling a few inches 
from Ginny's face. She watched it avidly, licking her lips in 
anticipation of what surely was coming next. Her aunt didn't disappoint 
her.

"Virginia, I want you to hold the water in while you take Bobby's prick 
in your mouth."

Ginny tried to keep from appearing too eager. She made her mouth into a 
tight little more and pressed her lips to the tip of her cousin's cock, 
letting then open only enough for her to lick the slit. Without opening 
her mouth, she slowly pressed forward, letting the velvety helmet force 
its way between her soft, clinging lips.

Moving even more slowly, she worked her way down the shaft, using her 
cheeks and tongue expertly. When she pulled back, Bobby's rod glistened 
with her saliva. She tilted her head up and gave the boy a sexy look, 
then swallowed him again. His cock touched the back of her throat and 
she tilted her head back and took it in as far as she could, coming 
within an inch of pressing her lips to the curly hairs at the base of 
Bobby's pole. Bobby was impressed, just as his cousin had intended.

Pamela walked back to check on Ginny's water retention and to give the 
girl's clit another slow massage. Bobby was getting close now and he 
looked quizzically at his aunt. She shook her head emphatically. Her 
nephew sighed; he knew he could hold on but it looked like it would be 
a while before he got to come.

After a few minutes, Ginny realized that something was wrong. Bobby's 
prick was, if anything, even harder and he was moaning a little but he 
hadn't shown any signs of coming and Ginny was giving him the best 
cock-sucking she could. She knew she was good but she didn't seem to be 
able to get her cousin off. Her jaw muscles were beginning to ache and 
the pressure in her ass was starting to bother her. She redoubled her 
efforts, sweating even more profusely. Perspiration ran down her 
breasts and hung in drops from the taut brown nipples as they danced 
back and forth, finally falling onto the sheet with soft plops.

Bobby was starting to wonder how much longer he could last. Ginny's 
mouth was hot and slippery and the way she used her tongue was 
incredible. Then she'd give him one of those doe-eyed looks with her 
hair all matted down with sweat and he could hardly resist shooting his 
wad down her throat. He gritted his teeth. His whimpers had pain and 
longing mixed in with the enjoyment.

Pamela had been teasing her niece's clit just hard enough to keep her 
high but after about ten minutes, she took pity on Bobby and picked up 
the pace. Ginny started to moan deep in her throat. Bobby looked at his 
aunt and formed the word 'now' with his lips. She shook her head again 
and brought her niece to a shuddering climax.

Bobby pulled his cock away when he felt her mouth tremble and she cried 
aloud as she rode a long rippling set of waves, squeezing as hard as 
she could with her sphincter, which somehow enhanced the experience. 
Pamela paid close attention but her new charge didn't lose a drop.

When her aunt joined Bobby in front of her, Ginny's attention had 
focused more and more on the pressure in her belly. While she had been 
occupied in trying to get Bobby off, her concentration had been 
diverted but now the girl was acutely conscious of her need to void the 
fluid that filled her.

"Can I go now, Aunt Pamela?" she pleaded.

"Soon, dear. But first I want to talk to you. Did you enjoy Bobby's 
prick?"

"Uh, yes, ma'am. I'm sorry if that's the wrong answer but I really 
did." "It's okay for you to enjoy what I make you do but you are not to 
become sexually involved in any other circumstances. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes'm."

That might be hard to make good on but what else could she say?

"What do you call what you did with Bobby?"

"You mean what do I call it when I'm talking with my girlfriends?"

"That's right."

"I was sucking his cock."

"How crude. Well, I'll use your words. Have you sucked other boys cocks 
before?"

"Y..yes'm."

"I thought you looked like you've had some practice. Are you a good 
cock-sucker?"

"Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that but I guess I am."

"When you suck a boy's cock, does he usually ejaculate in your mouth?"

"Uh, sure."

"And then what do you do?"

"I swallow it."

"All of it?"

"I told you I was a good cock-sucker."

Ginny's confidence was beginning to come back but she wished her aunt 
would get on with whatever this was so she could get to the bathroom.

"But Bobby didn't ejaculate, did he?"

"No."

"Did you want to taste his semen?"

"Yeah but I couldn't make him come."

"Bobby has learned self-control since he's been staying with me and I 
didn't want him to reach orgasm. Can you guess why not?"

"I dunno."

"I have other plans for him. Those plans involve you, my dear."

"They do?"

"That's right. Why don't you run along to the bathroom and while you're 
sitting on the toilet, you might be thinking about what those plans 
might be."

"I can go now."

"Yes, Virginia. You've done very well so far."

Pamela stepped back and motioned towards the bathroom door. Pamela 
scrambled to her feet and walked quickly through it, taking tiny steps 
so she wouldn't loose control. The door closed and Bobby and Pamela 
were alone.

Pamela wasted no time.

"Take off your panties and lie on the bed on your back," she ordered 
Bobby. "I'm so horny I can't see straight."

The boy shucked off his underwear and tossed the garment on the pillow, 
then rolled onto the rubber sheet from the foot of the bed, coming to a 
stop with his head towards his aunt, who pulled up her tight linen 
skirt, reached under it and, wriggling with the exertion, pushed her 
pale peach panties in uneven increments down her legs. Standing on one 
leg at a time, she stepped out of the lacy undergarment, then held it 
up and inspected it.

"These things are soaked!" she exclaimed, giving the crotch a little 
sniff. "Whew."

Pamela arranged her fingers along the outside of the double-ply 
material between the legs of her panties, bent over her nephew and 
rubbed the inner panel over his face, She worked methodically, making 
sure that Bobby's forehead, cheeks, nose, jaw and lips were uniformly 
coated with her essence.

Tossing her underwear aside, Pamela scissored her legs over the boy and 
sat on his chest facing his head. She leaned forward and grabbed his 
hair, pulling herself forward as she worked her knees up to his 
shoulders. Soon Bobby's face was engulfed in his aunt's hairy, wet 
cunt.

"No finesse, kid, just get me off," she hissed.

Bobby had already found her clit and he worked it rapidly back and 
forth with the tip on his tongue. Pamela's hips jerked back and forth 
urgently. She had no thought of anything but her coming satisfaction. 
Sometimes she found herself grinding her pussy into her nephew's face 
so hard that he could barely move his tongue. Now and then her motions 
were so wild that she rubbed her nubbin against his jaw or his upper 
lip. That felt good, too but she centered herself so she could thrust 
her clit at the boy's eager tongue and find the release she craved. Her 
motions grew more frenetic and finally she gave a muffled cry and went 
rigid, her fingers gripping Bobby's hair painfully as wave after wave 
of exquisite pleasure flooded her body. She relaxed for only a few 
seconds before she was back with her hot cunt pressed against her 
nephew's mouth.

"Again," she ordered fiercely.

Bobby did his best.

It was many minutes before Ginny emerged from the bathroom. Several 
times she had thought she was done, only to feel a new set of cramps 
that forced her to sit back down. After several attempts, she finally 
walked over to the sink without feeling the need to rush back to the 
toilet. She'd stopped perspiring and she felt sticky where her sweat 
was beginning to dry. She raised one arm and took a whiff of her 
armpit. Geez, she thought, I smell like a goat. Maybe I should wash up. 
But it had taken so long that she was too embarrassed to take any more 
time, so she contented herself with washing her hands.

She smiled weakly as she entered the bedroom. Her aunt was standing by 
the bed with her arms crossed, looking stern. Bobby was naked, his 
erection as big as ever. His lips were puffy and red and his eyes were 
just a shade unfocused. Ginny wondered what had happened while she was 
occupied in the bathroom. She glanced at the bed and saw two pairs of 
panties on the pillow and was pretty sure she knew. I'd like to sit on 
that stud's face myself, she thought. I'll bet he knows what to do with 
that sweet tongue. Look at her, though. She's so cool about the whole 
thing. You'd never know what happened from looking at her.

Pamela brought her out of her reverie.

"Have you thought about what I said?"

Ginny drew a blank. All the time in the bathroom she had been thinking 
only of her immediate needs.

"Uh, I forgot," she mumbled.

"It was about Bobby."

Pamela was annoyed; she'd wanted her niece to worry while she was on 
the john.

"Oh, yeah. You've got plans for Bobby and me," Ginny answered 
nonchalantly.

She knew she had screwed up but she didn't want to grovel.

Pamela's tone grew more conciliatory, as if she'd decided not to make 
an issue of it.

"Well, maybe you'll like it. Would you like to have intercourse with 
Bobby?"

"Will you punish me if I say the wrong thing?"

"No, dear. Just tell me the truth."

Ginny shot a hot glance at Bobby.

"Well, yeah, I'd like to try some of that."

Bobby did look pretty good, standing there with his muscles tautly 
flexed and his enormous prick bobbing up and down.

"You're in luck, then."

This was too easy. Ginny took a few steps toward her cousin, swinging 
her hips.

"I guess it's you and me, big boy."

"Just hold it right there, young lady. We're going to do this my way."

The girl turned back to her aunt.

"Okay," she said casually, holding out her hands palms up.

Pamela found the Vaseline jar.

"Here," she ordered, "Put some of this on Bobby's cock."

Ginny's hands went automatically to the jar but she stopped with her 
eyes wide.

"What's he need this for?" she asked, afraid of the answer.

"Your rectum doesn't produce any lubrication, dear, so we need to add 
some," the older woman explained patiently, as if this were a sex-
education class.

"But he's too big!" the young girl wailed.

"Have you ever taken a boy there?"

"Never."

"That's funny, considering the range of your other sexual appetites. 
Well, you'll be surprised what you can do."

Pamela stopped, then looked as if she'd had an idea.

"Never mind that right now," she said, taking back the jar.

"Lie down on the bed on your back with your head towards me."

When Ginny had complied, Pamela beckoned Bobby over and arranged him 
straddling his cousin on his hands and knees. He looked down into her 
eyes, which shone with nervous anticipation. The older woman pulled a 
straight chair over to the bedside, sat in it and ordered Ginny.

"Young lady, put your hands over your head."

After untangling her arms from Bobby's, Ginny did as she was told. She 
felt her aunt grip her wrists and hold her arms in place.

"Now Bobby," she said smoothly, "Before you introduce your cousin to 
the delights of anal intercourse, I think you should clean her up."

The boy looked up quizzically.

"She got all sweaty during her enema," his aunt continued. "She really 
needs a bath. Maybe not a bath in a tub but some kind of bath. I think 
you should give her a bath with your tongue. Lick all that sweat off 
and get her nice and clean before you take her up the anus. Start with 
her forehead. That's a good boy."

The dried perspiration felt gritty as Bobby licked Ginny's face. When 
he got to her lips he watched her eyes. It seemed shockingly intimate 
to run his tongue over his cousin's parted lips -- somehow more 
personal than having her suck his cock. Bobby moved down to Ginny's 
salty neck.

"Lick her armpits," urged Pamela, gripping her niece's wrists harder.

Ginny though for sure that her smelly armpits would turn Bobby off but 
he lapped them avidly, working his tongue against her short stubble 
until no salt taste remained. She wished she'd shaved that day. His 
cock trailed across her belly as he worked, leaving a little trail of 
pre-come like a snail track. She liked the way it felt heavy and 
massive as it flopped against her. Bobby licked Ginny's rib cage and 
worked his way up to her breasts, caressing her soft mounds until he 
took one engorged nipple into his mouth.

"Bite it," directed his aunt.

Ginny struggled a little as Bobby gripped his cousin's hard little nub 
between his teeth and twisted his head from side to side, elongating 
the crinkled brown flesh and making her breast sway back and forth.

"A little harder," ordered Pamela.

"Ouch," complained Ginny as Bobby complied, "That hurts."

"If you don't change your ways," said Pamela evenly, "Lots of things 
are going to hurt. Do the other one, Bobby."

Bobby worried his cousin's nipple while she writhed on the bed in an 
agony of mixed feelings. The idea of being controlled attracted and 
repelled her. She was comfortable being the one giving the orders and 
being on the other end confused and frightened her. But at the same 
time, it turned her on. She was beginning to realize how much it 
excited her and was ashamed of it. Her aunt's hands bit into her 
wrists, Bobby's teeth nipped at her sensitive flesh and her pussy was 
drenched.

"Lower now," prompted Pamela.

Bobby lapped at Ginny's flat belly, pausing to root around in her navel 
before dropping into her thick mass of pubic hair. He skipped her pussy 
lips and licked at the inside of her sticky thighs, as she spread her 
legs involuntarily. The young girl's knees rose higher off the bed as 
Bobby worked his way up into her dark nest. Her odor filled his 
nostrils as he lapped at her lips until they separated. She moaned as 
he found her clit.

"Don't let her climax," cautioned his aunt as Bobby teased the hard 
little protrusion.

Bobby carefully licked as Ginny's hips thrust up and down.

"Let's turn her over," Pamela suggested, much sooner than the girl 
would have liked.

Bobby stood up long enough to roll his cousin onto her face, them knelt 
over her again.

"Her buttocks," directed the older woman, putting her hands on the 
girl's shoulders and pressing them into the bed.

Bobby lapped Ginny's buns with broad strokes.

"In the crack," came the command and Bobby started at the top and 
licked his way down, spreading Ginny's cheeks with both hands as the 
girl lifted her hips off the bed.

"Now her anus," instructed Pamela. Bobby drove his tongue into his 
cousin's tight little asshole. He couldn't get very far but he was 
having a great time trying.

"Did she clean herself well?" asked his aunt.

"Uh-huh," mumbled the boy, not pausing in his task.

There was just a little lubricant remaining.

The soft probings of Bobby's tongue delighted Ginny; she worked her 
knees forward so he could go deeper. When Pamela saw what was 
happening, she let go of her niece's shoulders and helped the girl up 
to her hands and knees. Bobby bore in deeper as his cousin's tight 
little sphincter relaxed under his ministrations. A low moan issued 
from Ginny's slack lips.

"Head up, girl," prompted Pamela, "I want to see your face."

The girl obeyed and her aunt reached between her legs, stroked her clit 
and watched her eyes unfocus. After a minute, Pamela backed away and 
found the Vaseline jar and pushed Bobby's forehead away from Ginny. 
Reluctantly, he straightened up and took the container. He was more 
gentle with his cousin this time as he coated her anal passage with 
grease. He put a generous dollop on his cock and rubbed it in as he 
walked forward on his knees and put one hand on Ginny's hips.

Pamela had retaken her seat in front of Ginny when Bobby first pressed 
the swollen tip of his cock to his cousin's puckered brown ring. The 
girl gave a start and twisted her head to one side but Pamela held her 
niece's cheeks between her hands and forced the girl to look at her. 
Ginny's eyes grew wide as Bobby pressed forward, holding down his prick 
with his thumb. The helmet flattened against Ginny's tense sphincter. 
Bobby pressed harder but nothing happened.

"She's real tight, Aunt Pamela," he complained as he struggled.

"He's going to push his prick all the way up your little virgin anus, 
young lady, whether you like it or not," said Pamela sternly. "It'll be 
easier for you if you relax but he's going to take you either way."

Ginny let out her breath and tried to be calm. After a few seconds, 
Bobby felt her opening dilate enough to admit the head of his cock. He 
kept up the pressure as he watched it slip smoothly inside, Ginny cried 
out and her muscle spasmed around her cousin's rod: it hurt and she 
loosened her grip. Bobby fed her another inch, then fastened both his 
hands on the bony protuberances of his cousin's pelvis. Gripping her 
there for support, he felt strong and powerful as he forced another 
inch of meat up her asshole.

"That's enough for now," said Pamela as she reached once more for her 
niece's clit, "Just take short strokes there."

Bobby moved his prick in and out an inch or so at a time, enjoying the 
sight of it disappearing up his cousin's rectum. Ginny moaned and 
tossed her head from side to side but her aunt steadied it with one 
hand under her chin.

Ginny's initial hurt and fear gave way to a wild excitement as her aunt 
teased her love button while her cousin drilled her butt.

"Oh shit, that's good," she whimpered.

"I thought you'd learn to like it," smirked Pamela. "Give her the rest, 
Bobby but slowly."

Bobby began to move in a couple of inches, then out one. Before long, 
his pubic hair was flattened against his cousin's compact little buns 
and she was in the grip of the most powerful sexual experience of her 
life. Her cousin's cock felt huge; it seemed like it filled her whole 
insides. She held her head still for her aunt and looked deeply into 
her intense eyes. The stern look on Pamela's face made Ginny want to 
show her how disciplined she could be and somehow that made the feeling 
of being fucked in the ass even more powerful.

The feelings built on themselves, going round in a circle until the 
patient, skillful fingers on her clit drove the girl into a screaming 
orgasm. Even in the midst of her ecstasy, she held her head rigid, her 
eyes locked on her aunt's. Pamela kissed her full on the mouth, her 
hot, slippery tongue darting possessively in and out. Ginny hesitated, 
then returned the kiss passionately as the waves of sensation flowed 
through her body and drowned her qualms about lesbian behavior. Her 
cousin's prick rammed up her butt, her aunt's tongue in her mouth -- it 
was so nasty and hot and wild and strong that it made her dizzy.

Ginny's orgasm triggered Bobby's and he shot thick ropes of sperm into 
her clinging passage; she barely felt his cock twitch and shoot, so 
overcome was she. Ginny collapsed on the bed with Bobby still in her 
ass, sweaty and satiated. Pamela stroked her matted hair as she 
whimpered quietly. With a groan, Bobby pushed himself up, gradually 
withdrawing his pole from his cousin's asshole; the orifice gaped open 
for a few seconds before squeezing shut slowly. Pamela rolled her niece 
onto her back and motioned for Bobby to straddle her. His half-hard 
cock lolled in her face, smelling faintly of shit. Ginny looked up at 
Pamela with weary alarm. Would it ever end?

"Do I have to..."

"Yes, dear," instructed Pamela, quietly but firmly.

The girl meekly captured the tip in her mouth and bobbed her head up 
and down. She was tired, she was hot, she was weak but she was beaten -
- she'd do whatever her aunt said. She took a kind of pleasure in her 
degradation as her cousin's soiled cock grew and hardened in her mouth. 
Bobby looked down and watched Ginny work on his cock. She lifted her 
head off the bed as she worked her mouth onto his tool, then eased 
back, the strain showing in the tendons that stood out from her neck. 
She tried to get a hand free so she could guide Bobby's cock into her 
mouth but his knees were outside her arms.

He felt her struggling but didn't move to help free her hand; it was 
too exciting to watch her meekly service him. He looked at Pamela and 
she nodded her head. Bobby was glad; he had worked so hard before to 
keep from shooting off in his cousin's hot mouth and now he'd get the 
chance. He felt the pressure build as Ginny earnestly sucked him. With 
a groan he gave her the first thick fountain. The girl's eyes opened 
wide -- she hadn't expected him to come again so soon -- but she 
dutifully swallowed it all and kept moving up and down until she had 
milked him of the last drop.

Pamela helped Bobby up.

"Take her to her room and let her get cleaned up," she instructed. 
"Then come back here. I want to use your mouth for a while."

*****************************************************************

"I want you to wear this all the time only on the days when I tell 
you," said Pamela, holding up the slim cream-colored object. "If you 
get too used to it, it won't have the same effect."

Ginny stared at the butt plug. It wasn't very big, only four inches 
long and maybe three-quarters of an inch in diameter at the widest 
point. It tapered to a blunt point on one end and to half-inch cylinder 
that flared into a flat oblong on the other. She could see that the 
pressure of her sphincter on the narrow part next to the flat end would 
hold the thing firmly in her ass.

"When I go out?"

"Yes," Pamela replied firmly. "You may remove it to defecate and for 
sports but I want it in place all the rest of the time."

"All right," was the meek reply.

"I will put it in and take it out when you're home," continued Pamela.

"As you wish."

"Now, let's get started," said Pamela, briskly rubbing her hands 
together. "Stand up."

Ginny faced her aunt, her eyes wary.

"Turn around."

"Yes ma'am."

Ginny faced the bed.

"Bend over. Legs straight. Grab the backs of your calves with your 
hands and press your chest to your thighs."

Ginny, proud of her flexibility, obeyed. Pamela flicked the girl's 
skirt up across her back, exposing taut young buns encased in sheer 
white nylon. The older woman set down the butt plug, moved both hands 
to the thin elastic waistband and slowly rolled it downwards, gradually 
revealing Ginny's tanned skin, the tops of her white buttocks, the dark 
crevice and finally her hairy mount, a fringed clam just pouting open.

Pamela lowered the waistband to mid-thigh but the crotch, caught 
between Ginny's pressed-together legs, hung up just below her pussy. 
Pamela squeezed a little gel into her palm and worked it into the 
middle finger of her right hand, then trailed the greasy digit up and 
down the crack of niece's ass. Ginny gave a little start when the older 
woman first scratched her sphincter with an exploring nail but 
controlled herself, breathing more rapidly because of the tension and 
the effort it took to hold herself in position.

Murmuring to herself with little expressions of minor approval or 
disapproval, Pamela conducted a patient exploration of Ginny's rectum, 
touching, probing, palpating until the girl thought she'd never finish. 
Pamela greased up the butt plug and slid it back and forth over the 
sensitive skin between Ginny's asshole and her cunt, each time bringing 
it closer and closer to the tight little rosette. Ginny was frantic 
with anticipation: she wished her aunt would hurry up and shove the 
damn thing up her ass and be done with it.

Pamela finally started to work the spongy plug up her niece's brown 
bottomhole. She got it most of the way in.

"Oh, that's not it," she said and pulled it out.

It took several more false starts before the thing was lodged firmly up 
the girl's backside. Pamela smiled, pulled Ginny's panties back into 
place, put her thumb on top of the flat part of the butt plug and 
pressed hard. Ginny gave a muffled yelp and almost fell onto the bed. 
Pamela slowly worked all the wrinkles out of the panties, lowered 
Ginny's skirt and took a minute to make sure that it was properly 
arranged.

Finally, the woman stepped back.

"You may rise," she said tonelessly.

Ginny straightened up. Her hamstrings hurt.

"Turn around."

Ginny faced her aunt.

"Can you feel that?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Does it feel good?"

"Uh..Do you want the truth?"

"Yes. Tell me exactly how it feels."

"I dunno. It feels weird 'cause it feels kinda like it does when I'm 
about to shit. But it doesn't hurt or anything. It makes me feel real 
full back there. I..I kinda like it now but I dunno how it'll feel 
after awhile."

"That's nice. Whenever you notice it, I want you to think of who put it 
there. And who's the only one who can take it out, at least as long as 
you're home."

Later that evening, Ginny realized she had to move her bowels. She 
started for the bathroom but remembered what her aunt had said. Did she 
really want to be bothered for that? It didn't seem right but she was 
beginning to learn that it was best to take her aunt's orders 
literally. The girl changed course and paused before Pamela's bedroom 
door, rehearsing what to say. Please, Aunt Pamela, take out the plug? 
Aunt Pamela, I need to take a shit. It was all so embarrassing. The 
girl knocked softly on the door.

After a minute, Pamela pulled it ajar.

"Yes?" she said as if Ginny had interrupted something important.

"Uh, I need to, like, go to the bathroom."

"Do you need to defecate?" Pamela corrected.

"Yes'm"

"Follow me."

Pamela turned on her heel and lead her niece to her bathroom.

"Assume the position," she said curtly.

Ginny drew a blank.

"Huh?"

"Bend over, girl, like you did this afternoon," said Pamela 
impatiently.

Ginny turned so her head wouldn't hit the counter and put her it 
against her knees. Pamela tossed the skirt up, pulled down the pants 
and fumbled with the plastic plug, twisting it back and forth, slowly 
pulling it out and dropping it in the sink.

"Rise." instructed the older woman.

As Ginny straightened up she glanced at the plug. The beige plastic was 
blotched with brown patches. The girl blushed. She pulled up her 
panties and started for the door but Pamela held up her hand.

"Huh?" said the confused girl with more of the scintillating repartee 
that she had displayed since she'd first knock on her aunt's door.

"Over there," said Pamela, pointing at the commode.

Ginny stumbled to the toilet. Her aunt watched her sternly as she 
pushed her pants down, pulled up the back of her skirt and sat. Her 
skirt covered her thighs and she took a little comfort that Pamela 
couldn't actually watch her shit. She strained for a few seconds, then 
relaxed. The splash seemed very loud. Ginny's blush deepened.

Pamela watched unsympathetically as the girl finished, wiped and stood. 
Then the older woman washed and greased the plug and made Ginny stand 
in the same subordinate position while she inserted it. As usual, it 
took a while to get it right. Pamela had used hot water for the washing 
and Ginny's asshole felt full and warm as her aunt ushered her from the 
room. The butt plug wobbled from side to side as she walked down the 
hall. Ginny tightened her asshole so she could feel it better. She 
could hardly wait to get into bed and play with herself while she felt 
the delicious full feeling in her ass.

*****************************************************************

"I'm home," called Ellen as she breezed through the door.

Something smelled good. She followed her nose to the kitchen. Butch was 
peeling vegetables at the sink, dressed in a white, frilly apron and 
nothing else. A pot of spaghetti sauce simmered on the stove; Ellen was 
making sure her husband had a thorough grounding in culinary basics 
before she let him try out more advanced recipes.

She ran a proprietary hand over his furry buns, then let her fingers 
dart between his legs and nip at the fuzzy sack. She got no reaction, 
so she switched to her fingernails, pinching the wrinkled skin until 
Butch flinched. As she stepped away, Ellen looked to see what kind of 
response she'd gotten. Sure enough, the apron stood out in front as if 
supported by a miniature tent pole.

"I'm going to take a bath," she said airily as she walked away. "In 
about fifteen minutes, you can come in and give me a pedicure."

Butch silently continued to peel vegetables.

*****************************************************************

Acutely conscious of the intrusive but somehow satisfying, presence of 
the plug in her pert teen-aged bottom, Ginny chatted idly with Mr. 
Rudolph. Class would start soon but she'd gotten there early to spend a 
couple of minutes with the sexy English teacher. The young girl 
tightened her buttocks and squeezed her sphincter around the rubbery 
plastic, feeling deliciously and secretly nasty. She leaned a little 
too close and put her hand against the man's upper arm as she joshed 
him about his chaperoning at the last dance. Rudolph didn't pull away, 
even when the touch went on for far too long.

The other kids started to come in and Ginny found her seat. All during 
class she fantasized about her teacher. What if I did something wrong, 
so wrong that he'd want to spank me? I'd be staying after school, the 
only one and even though I was already in detention, I'd squirm and 
pout and not pay attention. He'd call me up to his desk and give me a 
lecture. I'd just hit him with some smart remark and that would piss 
him off so much he'd want to swat me.

He'd say something about it and I'd come back with, 'I've been such a 
bad girl, I deserve it.' He'd make me bend over the desk and he'd pull 
up my dress and kinda slide one hand over my ass, just checking it out. 
Then he'd pull down my pants and he'd see the butt plug. Would he know 
what it was? Let's say he would. Then he'd ask me why I was wearing it 
and I'd tell him my aunt made me. He ask why and I'd say to keep me in 
line. He'd make some crack about it not doing much good and he'd give 
me a few swats. I'd cry and beg but he'd just go on for a while, then 
he'd slow down, running his hand down to wiggle the butt plug between 
each stroke.

Pretty soon he'd just be wiggling the plug and then he'd slip his hand 
between my legs and I'd cover it with my love juice. He'd say he had 
something else to teach me and I'd say, 'Oh, please, Mr. Rudolph, 
please.' He'd drop his pants and shorts and he'd fuck me right there, 
me bent over the desk and him standing behind me with his pants around 
his ankles. He'd slam his prick up my pussy and waggle the plug with 
his thumb and I'd come, then he'd make me kneel on the floor and suck 
him till he squirted in my mouth.

The bell rang.

"Thanks for the lesson," said Ginny as she left, never noticing the 
change in her imagined relationship with her teacher.

*****************************************************************

Butch lay spread-eagle on the bed, his wrists and ankles tied to the 
legs. The room was dark and he didn't know how long he'd been there. 
Two or three hours, seemed about right but Ellen had turned the clock 
so he couldn't see the face. He tried anyway, just for something to do. 
The plastic sheet underneath him crinkled as he shifted his weight, 
sticking uncomfortably to his skin. He could see the faint pink glow 
from the clock face shining on the wall. He tried to swear but he 
couldn't move his tongue very well with his mouth full of his wife's 
dirty panties and his words came out as muffled grunts.

Without much hope, he tried to spit the soiled underwear out but the 
strap that bisected his mouth and went around his neck just bit into 
his lips. As if all that wasn't enough, he had to pee. He'd noticed it 
right after Ellen had left the room and it was getting worse. He hoped 
that his wife wouldn't just leave him here all night; he'd never be 
able to hold out that long and he'd be mortified if she came back and 
found him lying in a pool of his own piss. She might do it, though -- 
there seemed to be no limit of what she'd do. Maybe that's what the 
sheet was for. It had been on the bed when she called him into the 
bedroom. She'd laid him out on it, tied him up, ridden his tongue to 
several orgasms, then stuffed him with the gag, turned out the lights 
and left without a word.

The stocky man tensed his muscles at the sound of footsteps in the 
hall. They approached the door -- the sound of the heels that Ellen had 
been wearing lately was unmistakable -- and paused for a minute. At 
last butch began to hope for relief. Slowly, the steps receded back 
down the hallway. Butch's need became all the more acute since he'd 
allowed himself to think his privations were almost over. Maybe I 
should just let go, he thought.

But she'll probably get pissed off. Yeah, pissed off, that's the right 
word. What can she do? Well, for starters, she could leave me tied up 
til hell freezes over. Lessee, it's Friday night. If she wanted to be 
nasty about it, she could leave me here until Monday morning. God, I'd 
be pretty disgusting by then, wouldn't I? I better keep holding out...

It was probably a hour before Ellen came back but it seemed like 
forever. Butch lay tense and hurting on the bed as the sliver of light 
from the doorway grew and spread. He blinked his eyes and peered 
owlishly at his wife, silhouetted with her diaphanous wrap glowing like 
a cloud at sunset. She looked like some kind of goddess in a romantic 
painting, although most artists wouldn't have allowed the light coming 
between her legs to outline them so starkly.

"And how are we doing?" she asked with mock solicitude.

"Mmph."

"Oh, yeah. You aren't going to be very talkative, are you? I'll just 
ask you simple questions."

She came over and jerked the cord holding one of Butch's ankles.

"Hurt?"

"Huh-uh."

"That's good."

Ellen walked to the head of the bed, turned on the light and reached 
for the rope holding Butch's far arm. She had to lean across his body 
to get to it; the gossamer fabric of her gown slipped sensuously over 
his chest and face. Delicate perfume filled his nostrils. Ellen bent 
lower, gripping his wrist to keep from falling and one heavy breast 
brushed across her husband's lips. He tried to kiss it but he could 
barely move his mouth.

"Well," she said, straightening up, "You seem to be okay."

Butch shook his head and made a negative whine.

"No? You look fine to me. Ropes tight but no chafing. Gag in place. 
Crotch against your tongue so you get a good taste. Nice soft bed. Big 
hard-on. What else could you want?"

She had a pretty good idea. In fact, she'd set things up for the 
purpose but it was fun to stretch things out.

Butch flicked his head towards his hips, his eyes locked pleadingly on 
his wife's, as if somehow he could communicate his need that way. Ellen 
walked to the foot of the bed and sat down between her husband's legs.

"Something wrong?"

He nodded emphatically.

"Is it here?" she asked, running her hand lightly over his lower belly.

"Uh-huh."

She took his pole lightly in her hand.

"Here?"

Butch looked confused, paused and finally shook his head weakly.

"It must be here, then," she said, fondling his balls.

"Huh-uh."

The reply was delivered with a despairing inflection.

Ellen's brow wrinkled as she faked bewilderment.

"Oh, I've got an idea!" she announced, moving up on the bed and rising 
to her knees.

Butch groaned. He was sure now that his wife was playing with him and 
he figured that her lack of any genuine sympathy meant that he wasn't 
going to get any relief any time soon.

Brushing her husband's cock out of the way as if it were just a minor 
inconvenience, Ellen placed one hand flat on her husband's lower belly.

"This hurt?," she said clinically as she pressed down.

Butch groaned in pain.

"Are you sure?" said his wife, leaning harder on his tender abdomen.

Another moan, this one louder.

"Oh, really?" she said, moving her hand in little circles.

Butch whimpered as the weight moved back and forth over his distended 
bladder.

"You know, I think I've got it," she exclaimed with the air of a bright 
school girl in a science class.

Butch's whines died down a little while his wife's palm kept up its 
insistent pressure.

"Your bladder's full, isn't it?" Ellen put her fingertips together and 
pressed them into her husband's tender belly.

His groan affirmed her diagnosis.

"Would you like to take a piss, honey?" she asked solicitously.

Frenetic nods from the other end of the bed.

"That'd feel real good, huh?"

The answering motions were somewhat slower as Butch realized that she 
was jerking his chain again.

"Well, I think you're gonna have to hold it for a while longer."

A little whimper.

"Tell you what, though -- I'll take your mind off of it."

Ellen rose to her feet, shrugged her way out of her gown and tossed the 
gauzy garment in the air.

Butch saw it float over his face, filling his field of view with white. 
It settled down onto his cheeks and chest; he could see nothing but a 
soft glow. The perfume clinging to the robe filled his nostrils. He 
felt the bed shift; Ellen must be back between his legs. Her hair 
brushed over his hips and belly. He felt her hands press once more on 
his full bladder, causing new waves of raw sensation to wash over him.

Suddenly, her mouth was upon him, feeling incredibly hot on his 
sensitive cock. She kneaded his belly as she sucked him and the 
combination of the painful twinges from his bladder and his reaction to 
Ellen's exquisite, practiced mouth reinforced each other in some 
strange way. He writhed against the restraints as his wife bobbed her 
head up and down, insistently driving him towards his release. All his 
senses were under his wife's control.

He saw nothing but formless white light, tasted nothing but the 
slightly-salty crotch of her soiled underwear, smelled nothing but her 
musk and her perfume, her nothing but the rustle of his body on the 
plastic sheet, the creak of the ropes as her pulled against them, his 
own ragged breathing and his cries and whimpers. And he felt nothing 
but Ellen's rapacious mouth and her cruel manipulations of his sore 
belly.

When he came, it seemed as though she tore the orgasm from the deepest 
recesses of his body. Her fingers pressed harder and harder, squeezing 
and pressing, digging and massaging; her mouth sucked and her teeth 
nipped until he couldn't tell the pleasure from the pain; it all 
blended together into one intense all-enveloping feeling. He screamed 
into his gag as his wife sucked the ropy spurts from his cock.

She gave him no rest. He felt her slither up his body, her heavy 
breasts on his belly, her legs straddling his pelvis and, finally, her 
weight settling painfully onto his belly as she sat down hard, 
squeezing his slithery cock between her buttocks. She drew the gown 
aside and leaned over her helpless husband, her hands pressing into his 
shoulders.

Butch stared at his wife's face: her triumphant smile, a little come 
dripping from the corner of her mouth, her hair in tousled disarray, 
her eyes on fire. She wriggled her hips and biting spasms radiated from 
his groin. Reveling in his agony, Ellen bounced up and down as Butch 
moaned.

"How's that feel, baby?" she taunted him.

Butch shook his head from side to side, his eyes wide. Would she ride 
him 'til he burst? He feared her when she was like this but he couldn't 
wait for whatever depravity came next.

But waiting was just what Ellen had in mind. She rolled away, retrieved 
her gown, slipped it on with a sexy little wiggle and flicked off the 
lights as she disappeared out the door.

Over a cup of coffee in the kitchen, she planned her next moves. Would 
Butch be able to hold out, or would she find him humiliatingly defiled 
when she returned? If she did, what punishment would she exact? And 
what if he managed to control himself? Should he get a reward? Or just 
more discipline? She figured she had about a hour to work it all out 
and she had a bunch of magazines full of interesting ideas. Decisions, 
decisions; this mistress stuff was hard work.

The end of the hour found Butch winning the battle with his body. He'd 
told himself he'd be damned if he'd piss all over himself, even though 
he had a delicious little vision every time he wondered what his wife 
would do to him if he soiled himself. He told himself it would be a 
long time and concentrated. The immediate urge to urinate went away 
even as the dull ache in his belly grew. His cock fell flaccid to his 
belly, filling and twitching occasionally as the flavor of the well-
used panties in his mouth reminded him of his captor. He was in a 
tumescent phase when he heard the door open and blinked at the sudden 
light.

Ellen sniffed as she crossed the threshold. Nothing. Time for Plan A. 
She approached the bed carrying something.

"See these?" she said playfully, holding up some white nylon.

"Mmph?" answered her confused husband.

"Know what they are?"

A shake of the head.

"You ought to; I found them in an ad in the back of one of your dirty 
magazines."

Butch stared with interest but no recognition.

"Maybe if I put them on..." she mused, tossing her gown on a chair and 
stepping into what turned out to be a garment.

"Like it?" she trilled, tying the waist with a drawstring, then turning 
around and stopping with her legs apart and her hand on her hips.

The white nylon fit loosely around her hips like old-fashioned panties 
but a clump of material dangled obscenely between her legs like a giant 
limp penis.

"Now you know, right?"

Another shake of the head.

"Aw, come on. I thought you read those things from cover to cover."

Just a blank look.

"Well they came with instructions. This part down here..."

She reached down and shook the long flag.

"...goes over your head. And there's an opening between that part and 
my crotch. So I cover you up so you can't see, or smell, or taste 
anything but me, then I feed you whatever part of me I want. For as 
long as I want. And that's your whole world." Ellen smiled slyly.

"It's supposed to last a long time."

She reached down and drew the gag from Butch's mouth, holding the soggy 
panties daintily with her thumb and forefinger. Tossing them aside, she 
put one knee on the bed and pivoted on it as she swung into a crouch, 
facing her husband's feet with her hips poised above his face. Ellen 
reached between her legs and lifted the sack off Butch's face. Finding 
the opening in the end, she walked backwards on her knees and, using 
both hands, worked the sack over the man's head.

She had to scoot forward again as she encased him, then the material at 
her crotch was twisted around, preventing her from applying her crotch 
where it would do the most good. She pulled and tugged the cloth into 
position and tightened the drawstring around Butch's neck. Neatness 
counts, huh? How about a nice, even bow. Too tight? No, just enough to 
remind him of his place.

"Pucker up, Buster," she grunted and wriggled until she could feel 
Butch's lips inside hers.

She moved from side to side, slipping easily on the generous coating of 
pussy juice, then she settled into position. It felt nice to swallow 
him up with her slippery cunt.

At first, Ellen's hairy brown asshole squashed her husband's nose. He 
turned his head fractionally from side to side, hoping to make it 
easier to breathe but the result was that his nose slipped inside the 
greasy serrated opening. Ellen reacted by squirming a little herself; 
finding her husband's proboscis fully inserted, she squeezed it with 
her sphincter, enjoying this new way to tweak his nose.

All this time Butch wasn't getting any air. He gave out a muffled moan, 
which Ellen ignored in favor of concentrating on the feeling of her 
husband's nostrils deliciously embedded in her fundament. After two or 
three more bleats, each escalating in pitch and intensity, Ellen rolled 
forward enough for Butch to breathe air ripened by its proximity to her 
asshole. The bound man gasped and snorted; after a while his 
respiration returned to normal.

Since Ellen didn't appear to be going anywhere, Butch took stock.

Lessee, I can't see anything but this damn white stuff. I can barely 
breathe. I'm trussed up like a turkey. And I've got to piss so bad my 
whole belly hurts. Then why am I stiff as a poker? Damn, that woman's 
got a nice asshole. I could sniff it for hours. Probably will, too...

As the minutes dragged on Butch's breath warmed the small volume of 
air. Ellen started to sweat and her perspiration dripped down the crack 
of her ass and gathered in the folds of her dark-brown rosette. Her 
pussy started to flow, too, most of the juices trickling into Butch's 
mouth but some oozing out onto his cheeks, making them slick.

She resisted the urge to let him at her clit; she'd have to cock her 
ass away from his nose and besides she wanted him completely passive. 
Droplets dripped from Ellen's sweaty asshole on to her husband's nose. 
He started to sweat as well.

Ellen watched the beads form on Butch's chest. Soon his belly gleamed. 
She felt his exhalations against her asshole and waited. After a while 
the perspiration began to form little paths. Ellen scooped up some with 
her hand, reached down and wrapped her sweaty fingers around his dick. 
She jerked him off smoothly and dispassionately. Her clinical, 
practiced manipulations soon produced results. Much sooner than he 
would have liked, Butch spurted and directed his ejaculations onto his 
upper belly with a cruel twist of her wrist. Then she cocked her hips 
and slipped her asshole firmly over her husband's mouth.

"Tongue," she commanded coldly.

When she felt it working inside her, she sat back firmly, feeling 
Butch's cheeks inside hers. She tightened her ass, squeezing his face, 
then relaxed again, trying to fit her asshole over his mouth as far as 
she could. She found a good position and held it for half an hour as 
her husband slowly and thoroughly licked the inside of her brown ring, 
pausing occasionally as his tongue cramped but resuming when she 
pinched his balls.

Ellen scooped up a handful of the thick white cream from Butch's 
earlier ejaculation and spread it on his cock. Once more she brought 
him off, squeezing him uncomfortably hard, moving her hand relentlessly 
and bearing down so hard with her ass that Butch could barely breathe. 
Before his sighs diminished, she had rotated her hips again so she 
could feed him her now sopping clit. Butch obediently tongued it as the 
pussy juice dripped down onto his face. Ellen made herself hold still 
as she took her first orgasm.

"Keep going," she ordered coldly when Butch tried to stop.

Riding her husband's weakening tongue, she rose to a plateau punctuated 
by little, quivering spasms. She let one grow, relaxed a moment, then 
ground her cunt cruelly into Butch's mouth as she rose to a thundering 
crescendo.

Nothing but Ellen's ragged breathing could be heard as she slumped over 
her husband, her juices flowing copiously onto his sodden face. She 
leaned forward and jerked him off one more time. It took much longer; 
Ellen had to return to Butch's belly several times for another load of 
sweat and spunk so she could grease him up. Eventually, she was 
rewarded with a thin stream of watery come. She continued to pull on 
Butch's cock until it softened considerably, ignoring his indrawn 
hisses of complaint as her agile fingers tortured his sensitive prick.

Finally, she untied the draw string around her waist and stepped out of 
the panties, leaving them in a heap on her husband's face as she left 
the room, leaving Butch to contemplate his fate for a few more minutes.

When she returned, she was carrying a flat baking dish, which she 
positioned between the bound man's outspread legs. She loosened the 
tie, pulled the panties off his face and inspected the fine mixture of 
his sweat, her sweat and her cunt juice.

"How's your bladder?" she asked.

"God, it hurts."

"Well, since you weren't too bad an ass-licker, I might let you have 
some relief. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, please."

"You'll have to wait until I say it's okay," she cautioned.

"Anything."

"Alright," she said, flopping his limp prick into the dish, "Get 
ready."

"You're not gonna let me up?"

Ellen fingered her husband's limp cock.

"No, Babe, I like you all tied up like this. I might not let you up for 
days. But I will let you pee. If you're good. First, you gotta ask 
nice."

He didn't think twice about groveling.

"Please, Honey. Please let me piss."

Her fingers kept up their cool manipulations.

"Please, who?"

A wave of embarrassment washed over Butch as he realized that his wife 
was going to hold his dick while he pissed in the dish. Somehow it made 
him seem so helpless. He had to get some relief, though.

"Please, Mistress. I need to go so bad."

"Okay, you can let go..."

Butch let his muscles relax. A warm swimming sensation filled his 
loins.

"...But you have to say 'Mistress Ellen.'"

Butch tried to regain control but it was too late. His cock bucked 
weakly in his wife's hand and a thick spurt of yellow urine dampened 
her fingers.

"You slimeball!" she raged, her fingers working insultingly on his limp 
dick. "You're gonna pay for this."

Butch lay shame-faced on the bed as he emptied his bladder against the 
palm of his wife's hand. She berated him continually while she squished 
his dick with her long fingers.

*****************************************************************

Bobby opened the door.

"I'm home," he called as he stepped into the living room.

The lights were out and the shades drawn. No one answered his greeting 
but the boy sensed a presence. He waited until his eyes adjusted to the 
gloom. Pamela was seated on the couch, her legs outstretched and her 
heels resting on Ginny's back. Both were naked. As Bobby walked towards 
them, he could see that the girl was tied to the coffee table. She 
crouched on her hands and knees, not stretched across the table as he 
had seen her before but with her wrists and elbows bound to the legs 
nearest her.

She had turned her head toward Pamela and she rested her cheek on the 
smooth wood of the table, her dark hair spreading out on the side 
towards Bobby. Her breasts hung down, swaying slightly as Pamela 
shifted her bare feet from Ginny's shoulder blades to the small of her 
back. Bobby stared curiously at the bowl of ice cubes that perched on a 
towel in his aunt's lap. Pamela reached into the bowl, slipped a cube 
into her mouth and sucked on it noisily while eyeing her nephew with a 
smoldering expression. The sounds seemed to be an obscene invitation to 
something but Bobby couldn't figure out to what.

There was no preamble.

"Take off your clothes," ordered Pamela. "Don't bother getting your 
panties."

Bobby grinned at his aunt as he unbuttoned his shirt. He wanted to make 
some wisecrack but was afraid to push it. He held the garment in his 
hand as he momentarily pondered what to do with it, then finally tossed 
it carelessly onto his cousin's back. Pamela smiled conspiratorially at 
her nephew; he'd read the situation right: she wanted him to be an 
active participant in the girl's degradation.

Bobby sat on the floor and took off his shoes and socks. He reached 
over and cupped his cousin's nearest breast in his hand. He wished he 
could look into her face.

"Head to the other side," Pamela barked as if she'd read his mind.

She punctuated the commend by slapping Ginny's buttock with her instep.

Bobby stared into the girl's angry, rebellious eyes as he manipulated 
her soft flesh.

"She do something wrong?" he asked, pinching her rock-hard nipple.

"Of course," answered Pamela in a bored tone.

Bobby twisted the nub back and forth, pressing a little harder each 
time, hoping to see some reaction in his cousin's eyes. She gave him 
nothing, just the same hard stare. The boy gave a short sharp nip with 
his fingers and was rewarded with a gasp and a sudden widening of 
Ginny's eyes.

Satisfied, he stood up and began to take off his pants, all the time 
looking down at her eyes. He stepped out of the legs and dropped his 
jeans on her back, then slowly slipped off his briefs. He watched his 
cousin's eyes drop to his stiff prick and saw her start to lick her 
lips as he dropped the underwear on her face. The waistband fell across 
her ear and the white cotton enveloped her face. Bobby reached down and 
arranged the material so the fly covered the girl's nostrils.

Pamela watched the show raptly, an amused expression playing about her 
lips.

"Want an ice cube?" she asked.

"Yes'm." said Bobby politely.

He didn't care much one way or the other but it seemed to be what she 
wanted. He stepped over Ginny and knelt at the end of the couch as his 
aunt inserted a slippery cube into his mouth, letting her fingers 
remain. The cubes weren't very big, not like the ones at his house: 
Pamela had an ice-maker. Bobby sucked on Pamela's cold fingertips as he 
let the ice melt in his mouth. As he bobbed back on forth on her middle 
finger, the woman's jaw slackened and her left hand stole between her 
legs. Bobby looked down and saw his aunt's fingers emerge from under 
the towel and disappear into her dark, hairy nest, the knuckles moving 
in slow circles. It took several minutes for the ice cube to disappear.

"Now, Bobby," said the woman as she withdrew her hand from the boy's 
mouth, "Go sit on the table."

Bobby got up and walked uncertainly over.

"Straddle it," said Pamela, "And sit down facing your cousin."

Bobby did as directed.

"Take away the underwear."

The boy plucked his briefs from Ginny's head and laid them over her 
shoulders.

"Now Virginia," ordered the woman, "Look straight ahead."

Ginny raised her head and turned it so her chin rested on the table. 
The movement brought her forehead to within inches of Bobby's stiff 
cock.

"That's nice," murmured Pamela, rubbing Ginny's buttock with her 
instep, "Now suck his penis."

Ginny tried but although she craned her neck, she couldn't reach high 
enough.

"You'll have to help her, Bobby," Pamela said quietly.

Bobby put his thumb on the base of his dick and pushed down. He slipped 
easily between the girl's plump red lips, then inched forward until he 
could feel the pressure from the back of her throat. Ginny sucked him 
eagerly, rocking her head back and forth as well as she could. Her 
mouth was hot on Bobby's rod and he soon was thrusting his hips back 
and forth, ramming his cock deep into his cousin's gullet, amazed by 
her ability to absorb most of his thick tool, enjoying the grunts and 
groans that greeted each stroke.

I could come like this, he thought. I could shoot my load right down 
her throat. I could grab her hair and hold her in place. Pump a little 
deeper every time. Listen to her strain. Watch the sweat break out on 
her forehead. Look at her eyes as I shoot off the first wad. Feel her 
throat work as it goes down...

"Bobby..." His aunt's tone held a note of warning.

"Yes'm?" The boy snapped back to reality.

"That's enough."

The boy stifled his urge for release and slipped his dick out of his 
cousin's mouth.

Pamela scooped a cube from the bowl in her lap, reached over and 
slipped it into Ginny's mouth.

"Give her another taste of your penis, Bobby," she instructed. "Only 
this time just feed her a few inches. Ginny, roll that ice around while 
you work on him."

The girl looked expectantly at her cousin, her mouth a moue as she made 
sure she didn't drip on the table. Bobby pressed the head of his cock 
to Ginny's puckered lips and gently forced them apart as he slipped his 
meat home. He entered a dark cave even wetter and more slippery than 
before but the previous sensation of heat was replaced by a complex mix 
of temperatures that varied as the girl worked her mouth around him. 
The ice kept moving and he was surprised that it didn't always feel 
cold; sometimes it felt so hot that part of him was afraid he'd be 
burned.

He bit his lower lip at the intense sensations and before long he was 
chewing on it to keep from coming as Ginny, realizing the effect she 
was having and hoping she could make they boy shoot off before Pamela 
had granted him permission, tongued him even faster, moving the ice in 
complex patterns against his rod. Bobby looked entreatingly at his aunt 
but she pretended not to notice. The ice melted and the boy breathed a 
little easier.

"Another cube?" asked Pamela wickedly.

"Please, ma'am," answered Bobby before he's really thought it through.

Brushing back a tendril of dark hair that had escaped her bun, the 
woman pulled Bobby's dick aside and plopped two smaller pieces of ice 
into Ginny's mouth. She slid her cool fingers back and forth several 
times over the length of the boy's cock, then guided it home. As his 
cousin began her artful stimulation, Pamela stroked Bobby's balls. The 
boy knew right away that he was in trouble. He started counting 
backwards from a thousand, then he thought about the fat woman teacher 
with the wispy mustache -- anything to take his mind off the incredible 
feelings that poured from his groin. It worked but just barely; when 
Pamela finally extracted his cock and squeezed it, clear fluid oozed 
from the head.

"Very good, Bobby," she said as if he'd successfully completed a 
challenging problem set.

"Thank you, ma'am," he answered, hoping that he wouldn't be sent 
upstairs with blue balls.

The room was quiet. Bobby looked at his aunt, who had released his sack 
and was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed and an opaque 
expression on her face. He glanced down at his cousin, who had laid her 
cheek down on the table and was chafing slightly against her 
restraints. A dab of pre-come dripped from the reddened tip of the 
boy's cock onto Ginny's hair near her temple; Bobby reached down and 
rubbed it in.

After a minute or two, Pamela stretched out her arm and, using just the 
tips of her fingers, plucked Bobby's clothes one by one from the girl's 
back and dropped them on the floor at the end of the couch. Bobby 
watched her carefully, noting the stylized care of her motions and the 
expression of mild disgust that played about her lips. When she had 
dropped the boy's briefs on the top of the little pile, she leaned 
forward and laid her right hand carefully on Ginny's nearest buttock.

"Did you like that, Virginia?" she asked as she slowly slipped her hand 
into the warm crevice and down to the girl's pouting, dripping cunt-
lips.

"Yes'm."

"Feels like it," muttered Pamela as she found Ginny's hard, slick clit 
with her middle finger and started to massage it. "How about at the 
beginning, before the ice, when Bobby rammed his penis into your 
mouth?"

Her voice was distant and analytical.

"It was uh, okay...Ma'am."

Ginny hurriedly tacked the honorific on the end.

"Virginia..." Pamela admonished, her inflection rising at the end.

Her finger kept up its regular stimulation.

Shit! She always knows when I'm holding back and she never lets me rest 
until she drags it all out.

"It scared me, Aunt Pamela. I was afraid he'd gag me with that big dick 
of his. But it turned me on, too."

Ginny's breathing was rapid and irregular.

"His penis, dear," corrected the woman.

"Yes'm."

"Say it."

Ginny, close to coming, struggled to get the words out.

"I was scared he'd shove the head of his penis...ohh...his big 
penis...clear down my throat...ahh...and make me...oh yes...gag."

"But it excited you."

"Ohh...yes ma'am. Yes...I loved the way...ahh...his big thick, uh, 
penis filled up my mouth. Oww...I couldn't move or anything, he just... 
ohh...kept pumping in and out. Oh, yes! Aoww...aoww."

The girl stiffened, spasmed and melted.

Ignoring her niece's paroxysms, Pamela withdrew her hand, inspected her 
glistening finger and licked away Ginny's juices.

"Bobby," she said evenly, "Come down here."

The boy crouched, swung his leg over his cousin's head, walked to the 
end of the table and stood looking down.

"Kneel there," ordered Pamela, pointing, "Between her legs."

Bobby pushed Ginny's calves apart with his knees to make room and put 
one hand on her rump to steady himself. His nostrils pricked at the 
sweaty, musky fragrance wafting up from between her legs. He looked up 
at his aunt for guidance. She produced a tube of gel from the folds of 
the towel, handed it to the boy and pointed at his cock.

Bobby, ecstatic now that the prospects for his getting off seemed 
suddenly brighter, popped the top and greased up his dick. Pamela 
soaked her right hand in the icy water at the bottom of the bowl, while 
Bobby waited with increasing nervousness. Was this some trick? His cock 
ached with the need to plunge into his cousin's tight young ass. He 
examined the crinkled brown ring with longing.

"Kiss her," directed Pamela.

Bobby bent forward, spreading his cousin's cheeks with both hands. 
There was no doubt in his mind just where his aunt intended the kiss to 
land. Extending his tongue he pressed it gently to the very center of 
Ginny's dark rosebud, feeling the tight serration, tasting the slight 
saltiness and smelling the secret, dusky pungency. A few short laps 
with the tip of his tongue preceded Bobby's fastening of his lips all 
around the hole. He sucked at his cousin's greasy asshole, feeling her 
relax and open up to him. His tongue worked its way inside.

Suddenly, he felt his face being pushed to one side. He pulled away to 
see Pamela plunging the middle finger of her right hand deep into her 
niece's fundament.

"Yoww!" complained the girl.

"Something wrong?" asked her aunt calmly.

"It's cold!"

"So it is," agreed the woman, "So it is."

She reached into the bowl, extracted a cube and pressed it to Ginny's 
quivering ring.

"Oww."

Pamela ignored the protest and calmly plunged the ice up her niece's 
nether hole. Ginny jerked at the assault and gave a little strangled 
cry. Her aunt paid no attention but simply inserted another cube, this 
time with no delaying at the entrance. Two more followed as Ginny 
twitched against the ropes that held her fast. The coffee table moved a 
few inches but her exertions gained her nothing more.

With a wave of her hand, Pamela beckoned Bobby forward. He put his left 
hand on his cousin's slim hip to steady himself and poised his cock at 
the now-glistening entrance to her secret passage. He glance up at his 
aunt to make sure that this was what she had in mind and received a 
slow nod. Working the slithery tip inside the tight opening, he put his 
other hand on the girl's right hip and forcefully slipped his tool all 
the way up her ass.

"Oof," exclaimed the girl.

She felt impaled, skewered. It wouldn't have been so intense if Bobby 
had given me a little time to get used to his big dick in my tight 
little hole, given me a chance to relax, to open myself up, before he 
slid in kind of slow and easy but no, he had to ram that fat thing up 
my butt like a freight train. God, he's trying to get in even deeper, 
grinding his belly into me, pulling on my hips...At least the ice 
doesn't feel so cold now that it's inside. Now he's starting to fuck 
me. Jeez, his cock feels icy in my asshole -- funny how it doesn't feel 
cold all the way inside. Now he's starting to groove, pumping out a 
rhythm, fucking my baby butthole with that big cold poker. Feels weird 
but it feels pretty fucking good. Come on, cuz, fuck me. Fuck my 
asshole like there's no tomorrow. That's it. Now you're getting it. 
Shit, that's good. Wish he'd finger my clit, so maybe I'd get off. Not 
much change of that, though. Come on, boy, shoot your jizz up my 
butt...

Ginny was getting off on the scene but her cousin thought he'd gone to 
heaven. The delicious hot/cold, baked Alaska feeling of the girl's 
inner folds combined with the incredibly tight grip of her sphincter 
drove Bobby wild. Even when the ice cubes moved around a bit and the 
warmth went away, it was a pretty fantastic feeling and when he looked 
over pleadingly at his aunt, she nodded her head and he knew he didn't 
have to hold back any more.

He snorted through clenched nostrils as he slid his hands down and 
tugged desperately on the tops of Ginny's thighs, plunging in and out 
as fast as he could and quickly, surprisingly quickly now that he had 
let himself go, he shot great gobs of white cream up his cousin's 
clinging hole, where it mingled with the now-melted ice. With a groan, 
he pulled his cock out, streaked with white come and brown shit. Pamela 
wiped his half-hard dick with the towel.

"Now clean her up," she ordered.

Bobby reached for the towel but Pamela stopped him and pointed at her 
mouth. Where does she get these things? Bobby wondered as he lowered 
his lips to the brown and white goo that dripped from his cousin's 
bottomhole. He throttled his revulsion and made sure he worked slowly 
and thoroughly as he licked it up; he knew his aunt was just waiting 
for him to get rush through it. After a minute, he pulled himself 
upright, licking his lips and struggling against an urge to spit.

Pamela took great satisfaction in the subtle twitching of her nephew's 
lips as he waited for the next command.

"Now Bobby," she said, "You've enjoyed your time with your cousin this 
afternoon, haven't you?"

"Yes'm."

"Since she's been so accommodating, I think it would be appropriate if 
you did something nice for her."

"Ma'am?"

"Make her feel good, Bobby. Make her feel real good. Make her feel so 
good she can't hold still, so good she squeals. Make her twitch and 
jump and wriggle. Make her hot. Make her sweat and pant and drool. 
Touch her where she itches. Stroke her slimy little nub. Tease her a 
little. You know how to do it. You know just the way."

Bobby put his left hand at the small of Ginny's back and reached 
between her legs with the right, dipping his fingers into the young 
girl's warm wet cavern in a wholly unnecessary attempt to lubricate 
them, then he slipped his middle and ring fingers forward until he felt 
her button. He worked the tips of his fingers in tight little circles.

He wasn't near as skillful as Pamela but Ginny wasn't complaining. He'd 
gotten her real hot with the butt-fucking and she ached for completion. 
If the boy pressed a little too hard sometimes, or strayed off the 
target, that was okay, she was gonna get off and that was what counted. 
She felt the familiar, dizzying sensations of her impending orgasm. A 
sharp, cold feeling in the middle of her back ripped her away from that 
warm, fuzzy place.

Pamela had plunked a bunch of ice cubes right in the center and was 
pressing them in place with both hands.

After a few seconds, she regrouped and began to work once more towards 
her climax. Her aunt scooped the cubes back in the bowl, though Ginny's 
back still dripped cold water. She was starting to get close again when 
she was startled to feel Pamela cup hands full of ice to each breast. 
Damn it, she thought, Nothing's gonna keep me from coming. Not that 
clumsy kid. Not the fucking ice. This one's mine. Go ahead, Auntie. Rub 
my titties with that cold shit. Makes my nipples real hard, doesn't it? 
You're gonna help get me off, ya know. Oops, where's you go? Guess you 
figured it out. That's okay, I still got Bobby. Higher. Higher. Here I 
go...Oh shit, not the back of my neck! Too late, Auntie, too fucking 
late. Oh Christ, that feels good!"

Ginny's groans announced her orgasm. Now everybody had come but Pamela. 
And Pamela knew how to fix that.

*****************************************************************

Bobby had been working in the yard and came into the house for a drink 
of water. As he walked through the kitchen, he heard a moan from the 
direction of the living room. It sounded like somebody in pain. Bobby 
crept down the hall, paused at the doorway and exhaled slowly. Nobody 
was hurt. The only agony was intense frustration.

Ginny lay naked across the ottoman, bound on her hands and knees.

Pamela sat in a straight chair behind her, the woman's hands busy at 
the hairy juncture of the teenager's thighs. The coating of slime on 
the back of the girls thighs extended almost to the floor and it looked 
like it was even thicker between her legs.

"Oh, please, Aunt Pamela," whimpered Ginny. "You let me come once but 
that must have been an hour ago. Please, please, I need it so bad."

"You can plead all you want, Virginia," Pamela answered in icy tones. 
"I like it when you beg. But you'll come when I want you to. No sooner, 
no later."

Her voice took on a mocking quality.

"You're a hot little bitch, aren't you? Sopping wet from your crotch to 
your knees."

She wiggled her middle finger into the girl's crinkled brown asshole.

"Slippery here, too. Want another finger?"

"Oh, yes, Aunt Pamela."

"How about two?" said the woman as she shoved her first three fingers 
up her niece's clinging rectum.

"Ungh," responded the girl as her aunt pushed hard enough to move the 
ottoman.

"Oh, Bobby," said Pamela over her shoulder.

The boy jumped. He had no idea that she knew he was there.

"Get undressed and come over here."

Bobby lost no time and soon stood at his aunt's side, his erection at 
her eye level. She turned to the coffee table and picked up a leash. 
Bobby eyed it in surprise. It was black and thin and round, with a 
silver choke collar attached. Pamela untangled the collar and looped it 
over Bobby's dick. The metal felt cold on his sensitive flesh. Pamela 
pushed the collar to the base of her nephew's cock, pushed her chair 
back a couple of feet, then pulled down on the leash.

Bobby just stood there. His prick pointed lower as Pamela slowly 
increased the force. When it drooped below horizontal, she reached out 
and pushed the head upwards so the chain wouldn't slip off. Under his 
aunt's unrelenting pressure, Bobby sagged to his knees. Pamela pushed 
him into position behind his cousin, dropped the leash on the floor, 
then reached between the boy's legs and picked it up, pulling upwards 
until the collar was wedged tightly between Bobby's compact little 
buns.

"Now Bobby," Pamela breathed in her nephew's ear. "I want you to put 
your penis in her vagina."

The boy gave a sigh of relief.

"Oh, this won't be as easy as you think," his aunt continued. "Two 
inches."

Bobby turned to her in puzzlement.

"That's all you're allowed. At the most. You can moved back and forth 
as much as you like but you can never go deeper than two inches."

"And Virginia," the woman continued, bending over her nephew and 
putting her hand on the teenager's soft olive buttock. "You tell him 
what you want him to do. Whatever you'd like. He'll do what I say but I 
want him to hear all the things he can't do."

"Begin, Bobby," ordered Pamela in the voice of a school teacher, 
tightening the chain for emphasis.

The boy put his thumb on top of his dick and aimed it for the 
glistening entrance to his cousin's cunt. He brushed the sopping wet 
hair up and down with the head, then slowly eased it into the girl's 
slippery channel. Her sharp intake of breath almost made him forget 
himself and plunge his tool all the way up her delicious warm pussy but 
the collar's cool pressure against his asshole reminded him of his 
limits.

He watched his purple helmet disappear and then another half-inch of 
meat. Then he drew back his hips and the ridge at the rim of the head 
emerged covered in fuck-juice. He moved faster, jogging his dick in and 
out as fast as he could but she was so wet that there was very little 
friction and his short strokes didn't give him a chance to build up 
much speed. The boy could tell that it was going to be hard to come 
this way, even if his aunt would let him.

Then his cousin started to talk to him and he changed his mind.

"Come on, Bobby," whined the girl. "Fuck me with your big thing. Ram it 
all the way up my tight little pussy. I want to feel your balls 
slapping against my legs. I want to hear your belly smacking into my 
ass. Fuck me so hard you knock the wind out of me. Fuck me so fast your 
dick gets hot. Give it to me. Give me every fucking inch."

Bobby tried to get away with an extra half-inch but Pamela was watching 
and tugged up on the leash when Bobby pulled back out. The boy felt the 
chain press against his crotch and slip between his buttocks as his 
dick slipped out of his cousin's warm wetness. Pamela eased up 
immediately so she wouldn't pull the collar completely off.

Bobby looked at his aunt with beaten, pleading eyes.

"Put it back, Bobby," she commanded in a voice devoid of sympathy. 
"Same rules."

The boy obeyed, his jaw slack. He put his hands on Ginny's hips and 
moved fractionally back and forth while his aunt varied the pressure on 
the leash. Sometimes when she pulled harder, Ginny could feel her 
cousin's dick sliding over her clit as he pulled back so far his cock 
almost slipped out. She bit her lip to keep from letting Pamela know 
what was happening; she was sure her aunt would stop if she knew how 
good this felt. She might even be able to come this way. A whole series 
of short sharp strokes just hit the spot. She felt her stomach muscles 
tightening and then...Pamela eased the pressure off completely. Bobby's 
cock pulled upwards and Ginny slumped in frustration.

Pamela leaned over Bobby, who, worried only about his own satisfaction, 
had been oblivious to the little game that she and Ginny had been 
playing and whispered in his ear.

"Feel good, Bobby?" she asked.

"Yeah, Aunt Pamela," he answered, "But..."

"But what, Bobby?"

"Aw, Aunt Pamela," he whined, "I really wanna come!" "Well Bobby," 
purred Pamela, "I'm feeling generous today..."

"Yeah?"

"Take your penis out of her vagina."

Bobby pulled back and let his glistening dick bob up and down.

Pamela took a tube from the coffee table and squeezed some clear gel 
onto the head of her nephew's cock. She rubbed it in, squeezing 
deliciously on the soft helmet.

"Now put it in her rectum."

As Bobby, eager to comply, guided his tool into position, his aunt gave 
him a warning. "You can put the head just inside her sphincter. No 
farther. When you feel the ridge slip through, when it starts to go in 
all by itself, pull it out and slip it in again. Understand?"

"Yes'm," replied Bobby glumly.

He didn't know if this would be any better. He pulled gently on his 
cousin's hips and felt her delightful tightness ringing the tip of his 
tool. He slipped in cautiously. Suddenly, he was through the 
resistance. He pulled backwards, looking down to see his angry purple 
glans emerging from Ginny's brown ring. Her asshole pulled out in a 
little tent as Bobby pulled backwards, then he slipped all the way out. 
He put one hand on his dick to steady it and started to ass-fuck his 
cousin in the strange way that Pamela had ordered.

It wasn't too bad, actually. Ginny was nice and tight, there wasn't too 
little friction and the teenager's grunts and moans turned the boy on. 
He couldn't figure out why she was carrying on so much but then he 
realized that Ginny's asshole was getting more of a workout than if he 
had just shoved his dick straight in. He felt intermittent pressure 
between his cheeks from the chain but it seemed like his aunt was just 
making sure he knew who was in charge and she was going to let him get 
off.

Bobby snorted through his nose as he felt a tightness forming in his 
groin. He moved as fast as he could, slipping the head of his dick in 
and out of Ginny's clinging rosebud. She was wailing now, crying out 
wordlessly for relief. He didn't know about her but he was going to get 
his.

"Ungh, ungh," he grunted.

"Go ahead, Bobby," encouraged his aunt, "Come for me."

The first jet started as he pushed inward and he thrust his hips to 
make sure he'd squirt it right up his cousin's butt. The second came 
right after he pulled back and covered Ginny's gaping brown ring in 
sticky white slime. The boy drove his dick back through the goo and 
shot another load inside. He held his dick there, twitching and weakly 
spurting, until it started to soften.

"Good boy, Bobby," said Pamela as he slipped out. "Now let her clean 
you up."

Ginny waited for the boy to come around. She raised her head as he 
knelt in front of her and took his semi-soft dick in her mouth. It 
wasn't bad, really. He hadn't been all the way inside her, so there 
wasn't any shit to deal with. Still, there was a vague foul odor; she 
sucked her cousin's cock until it went away.

Bobby arose and his spot was taken by Pamela. She moved her chair in 
close, then sat down. She spread her legs on both sides of the ottoman. 
Ginny's nose pressed against her aunt's skirt as she waited for the 
next act. The material was moving. Slowly the skirt slid higher, 
forcing the teenager's head back as Pamela stretched the material with 
her knees.

The hem passed across Ginny's mouth and nose, until her forehead rested 
on the taut cloth and her eyes peered into the musky darkness between 
her aunt's legs. The girl's head flopped forward as the skirt moved 
higher; she raised it in time to see Pamela reaching down to pull off 
her panties. The women fiddled with the waistband, then realized she'd 
never get them off with her knees on either side of the footstool. She 
turned sideways, removed her underwear and tossed the damp garment 
casually on Ginny's back.

Then she hiked her chair even closer and threw one leg over Ginny's 
back so that she straddled the ottoman again. But this time the skirt 
was well out of the way. And this time Pamela's thick dark bush was 
completely exposed. And this time the woman let her hips slide forward 
on the chair until her hot, sticky, smelly pussy was just inches from 
her niece's face. Ginny twisted against her restraints.

"I never..." she began in a pleading voice.

"I know," answered her aunt, her pleasure evident. "But now you have 
to."

Ginny slowly snaked her tongue out. Her aunt's smell was strong but not 
disagreeable. She took a lick, tasting for the first time the salty, 
gamy, slightly fishy taste.

Pamela twined her hand in her niece's hair and leaned back. This was 
going to be all right.

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Pamela awoke to the first coolness of fall and padded down the stairs 
for a cup of coffee. The house seemed larger now that Billy was gone. 
She missed his eager obedience, his quiet half-smile, his...well, she 
had to admit to herself, mostly she missed his slim young hips between 
her legs.

Ginny was on bathroom duty again. Naked, she knelt on the floor by the 
commode and listened for Pamela's steps in the hall. When her aunt 
arrived at the doorway, the teenager looked properly at the floor. 
Pamela stepped closer and raised her skirt. Ginny obediently tugged the 
older woman's panties down her legs, picked them up, folded them 
carefully and hung them on the towel rack.

Pamela dropped her skirt, took a step backwards, turned and stood in 
front of the toilet. Ginny walked forward on her knees and lifted her 
aunt's skirt clear as she sat down on the seat; she had to reach around 
behind the woman to hold the skirt up in back and the position brought 
her nose almost into contact with her aunt's hairy bush. Ginny sat on 
her heels to wait for her next duty.

"Eyes," Pamela said without emphasis.

Ginny raised her gaze to her aunt's face, being careful to keep her 
eyes wide, her lips slack and slightly parted and her expression that 
of a supplicant as she absorbed the hard, superior look from the older 
woman. After a few seconds Pamela's stream splashed into the water, its 
bubbling sound echoing against the hard porcelain. A delicate spicy 
aroma invaded Ginny's nostrils; she breathed as deeply as she could 
without being obvious about it.

When the last trickle fell into the bowl, Pamela spread her legs and 
raised one eyebrow significantly. The teenager bent forward and lapped 
at the fine droplets that clung to her aunt's pussy, smelling the odor 
of urine much more intensely now that her head was poised over the 
toilet bowl. When Ginny could find no more sour liquid, she started to 
pull away but found Pamela's hand firmly against the back of her head. 
She knew what this meant; the girl lapped energetically at the older 
woman's clitoris for fifteen minutes and three orgasms. Pamela's juices 
and Ginny's saliva dripped into the toilet bowl, streaking the surface 
of the clear yellow pool.

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Lit only by the dim light on the night stand, the couple lay in 
exhausted disarray amidst damp, twisted sheets. The apartment bedroom 
smelled strongly of sex and sweat. The woman stirred languidly, reached 
for the man and kissed him softly but thoroughly on the lips. Slowly, 
as if it took all her strength, she put an elbow on the bed and propped 
her head up.

"Bobby," she whispered, "That was incredible. You took me places I've 
never been before. And when I thought it was over, you just took me 
higher. And you're so young -- just a freshman -- but you're so 
patient, so caring, so responsive, so inventive. How'd you get to be 
such a good lover?"

"It's a long story," Bobby replied. "Let's just say I had a good 
teacher."