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Subject: Cute6-8.txt (Mf, mf, Mff, pedo, cons, inc, S/M)
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Cute - Part Six
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Part 5
As Sophie and I lay together, I decided it was time to break the news
about my night with Juliette.
"Sophie... You'd do anything for me wouldn't you" I asked. "You know I
would Ian" she replied, licking her lips. "Do you want to piss on me
again?"
"Slut..." I laughed. "No, that's not it. Well...you know...hmmm". I
was labouring on, trying to find a way to break the news that I'd been
unfaithful to this fifteen year old blonde nymphomaniac.
"I slept with another girl on Sunday". There. It was said. I looked
over at Sophie listening for her reaction, though when it came, it was
with a hard slap across my face.
"YOU BASTARD!" she yelled, tears running down her face. "Who is the
bitch? Is it that slut April? I'll kill the slag, really, I will!"
"Calm down Sophie" I said, my face still smarting. "It's not April".
April was an ex-girlfriend, a dirty 16 year old punkette girl, who'd
introduced me, and half the guys at school, to the sensation of a good
blow-job. "It's Juliette. You know, Jimmy Konig's kid sister".
At this Sophie appeared to relax. "Juliette Konig? You mean that
little brunette kid? Shit Ian, she's only in 7th grade, you cradle-
snatching pervert! That doesn't let her off the hook though. I'll make
her suffer..."
I suddenly felt angry with the slut. Who was Sophie to tell me what I
could and couldn't do? Anyway, Juliette hadn't known about her, and
certainly didn't deserve to face the wrath of Sophie because of a
single innocent night of love. "I don't need to take this Sophie. Fuck
off and find someone else to play your slutty games with. I'm going
home."
Sophie suddenly went quiet and threw her arms around me. "Oh Ian...I'm
sorry... Don't finish with me - remember I'm your slave girl, and
you've got to look after me...". "Alright" I told her. "But I'm going
home anyway. I might call you later... Meanwhile see if you can steal
some of that stuff from the cellar, in case we want to play some more
games another day."
Sophie smiled demurely, and nodded, as I dressed and prepared to
leave. As I walked out she pressed a photograph into my hand. Kissing
me, she said "It's for your collection Ian. My little ten year old
sister, Melissa. I guess this is to tell you that you can have her
when you're ready. I'm sorry for getting cross, and this is my way of
apologising."
When I reached the house, I found it empty, a note quickly scribbled
and placed on my bedroom door.
"Dear Ian,
Your father's furious with you for leaving Judy alone last night.
However, it seems that this time you've been lucky. Dad's
mother's sick in Vancouver, so we're going up to sort her out,
and have decided to stay up there for a few weeks and see some of
the family.
Since we obviously can't trust you to look after the house on
your own, I've asked my sister to come over. I've locked up your
bank-book and told her to spend your motor-bike money herself if
you give her, or Judy, any trouble. Your father's told her that
you only respond to hard punishment, so don't be surprised if
that's how any wrong-doings are rewarded!
Be good Ian, and we'll see you soon,
Love, Mom."
"Fuck!" I thought allowed as I read the letter. Aunt Tina was OK, in
fact, from my memories of her, the Canadian woman was quite
attractive, and she was a lot younger than Mom. A few years ago, she'd
competed as an athlete for the Canadian Olympic team, and had been the
star of the family - the press-cuttings of this physically perfect
specimen of a woman had fast vanished from Mom's dresser into my stash
of fantasies.
When she became too old for the squad, she'd extended her fame by
having a short, messy relationship, with an ex-convict who'd ended up
beating her and running off with her medals. I'd never been entirely
sure why, but Dad had always seemed sympathetic to the fiance,
referring to her as 'that Canadian dyke', this infuriating Mom and
inevitably leading to arguments.
My anger was due to the bank-book black-mail. I'd been saving every
penny I could since I was fourteen, for a decent motor-bike, and in a
month would be finished. Now, all my efforts might be in vein. As my
thoughts wandered between anticipation of once again seeing my Aunt,
and concern about my plans for a black Kawasaki vanishing, I heard a
knock on the front door, ran down, and opened it.
"Hi IAN!" Aunt Tina had changed since the photographs had been taken
that I'd spent many a night fantasizing over. She was smaller than I
remembered, about 5'3 and had cut her long brunette hair short so that
she looked kind of boyish, (a bit like a singer on one of Judy's
posters, Jane Wiedlin). Her wide eyes, and cute snub-nose made her
look cute in a pixie type way, though with her well defined muscle
tone visible under fairly scant clothing I wouldn't care to mess with
her!
"Err, Hi Aunt Tina" I replied, as she marched in, leaving her
suitcases at the foot of the stairs. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me
into the kitchen, pushing herself up onto the table while I sat down.
"So what have you been up to, my little nephew?" she asked. "Actually,
let it wait, let's go into town and get a milk-shake together and we
can chat there!".
"Hmm. Aunty? Are you not going to get changed first?". My The 28 year
old Aunty was dressed in the tiniest pair of stretch-lycra running
shorts her long legs apart, as she tapped a pair of Nike-Air boots,
their laces apparently missing, onto the kitchen floor. More
disturbing was the black running vest that hardly concealed a detail
of her over-sized breasts, high at the neck, but only just reaching
low enough to cover her prominent nipples. As she tapped her feet, the
shirt bounced up and down, and I was terrified her tits would 'fall
out' at any moment.
"Are you embarrassed with your Aunty?" she asked, laughing. "Well,
you'll just have to take me out as I am, because I can't be bothered
getting changed!"
When she drove to town, she inevitably chose my normal hang-out to buy
us a drink. The other guys watched her, as she walked in and ordered
two Bud's. "You're old enough now to enjoy a real drink with your
Aunty Tina" she told me, as we took a table, sitting opposite one
another.
She asked me about school, about my interest in motor-bikes, adding
that she'd bought one herself a year or two before. As we chatted a
couple of young girls, aged maybe 13 and 14 came in, obviously having
been to majorettes practice, from their short pleated skirts, and
little white boots. As I tried to keep my eyes off them, I saw Aunt
Tina blatantly move her head towards the counter, smiling brightly
when a gust of wind from the opening door caused the skirt hems to
flick up and reveal pairs of tight teenage panties. "Sexy kids huh?"
she said in a slightly husky voice. "Well, erm, sure Aunty" I replied,
confused by the strange woman.
I found myself increasingly able to answer her questions honestly, and
even told her about Sophie and Juliette when the "girl-friends"
question arose. I avoided too much detail, but she seemed happy
enough, telling me that we should arrange a dinner party so that the
two girls could meet and maybe make-up any differences.
As we prepared to leave, I heard the door open, and a silence descend
on the milk-bar's inhabitants. Looking over my shoulder, I saw two 17
year old's from school walk in, both guys with a bad reputation for
bullying the younger boys. "Here comes trouble" I told Aunty as she
followed my stair. The two of them muttered an obscenity at the older
majorette, then spied Aunty and myself by the window. "Well if it
isn't our shit-for-brains friend Ian. Who's the slut you've got with
you today?" I'd been through this before, just ignoring them as they
tried to insult me in front of the respective girl. This time,
however, things were very different.
Aunt Tina stood up, and licked her lips at the boys. "Hey, forget Ian.
You're the kind of boys I want." Lifting her breasts as she spoke, she
said to the first, "go-on... touch them." As he reached forwards, she
raised one of her long athletic legs, and drove a pink sneaker deep
into his abdomen. As he folded to the floor, she kneed his dumbstruck
friend in the groin, toppled him over with a hand, then kicked his
face against the hard, tiled, cafe floor.
As she stood, victorious, over the two boys, the majorettes walked
over. "Gee ma'am. That was great!" "It's nothing kids, just what they
deserved" she told them as they looked up at her in awe. Aunt Tina
seemed kind of flushed, as she invited them to join us, the two guys
being dragged out by the bar's owner. He motioned to a waitress that
drinks were on the house, and soon we had a table full of bud's with a
few cokes for the younger girl.
"So girls, do you know my nephew Ian." They shook their heads, as
Aunty continued "He's a good looking guy, don't you think?". "Sure"
said the thirteen year-old. "Well, he's alright. But you're really
pretty ma'am." "Why Thank-You!" Aunty replied, reaching out, and after
brushing a blonde lock of hair from the cute girl's face brought her
hand to rest itself on the kid's bare young thighs. "You're a very
pretty little girl, yourself. Here, help yourself to the beer".
As the young teen downed her third bottle, and Aunty placed an arm
around her, the friend who'd been quietly observing these going's on
spoke up. "Nikki... Don't you think we should go now?". "No, not
yet... I'm not anyway." Aunty stopped any further concern by saying
that she'd drive the two girls home, but after dropping off the first,
turned into our street. "Nikki... Do you want to come in and join us
for a coffee?". "Sure! That would be great!" replied Aunties luscious
little catch, and soon the three of us were back inside the kitchen.
"So what do you do at majorettes practice Nikki?" asked my aunt,
sitting herself in front of me. "Gee..Well, we learn to play the
tambourine, and swing batons, then we do some dancing!" "Would you
show Ian and me your dancing?" she asked, the kid immediately agreeing
and proceeding to jump and twirl in the middle of the kitchen floor.
As I watched, I found myself becomming more aroused both from each
glimpse of the baby-doll's tight little knickers, and my own Aunty's
obvious interest in them. I felt aunties sneaker moving up from
between my feet to the crotch of my jeans.
Dirty Nikki was relishing our interest, and as she pirouetted would
flick up her short blue and yellow ra-ra skirt so that Aunt Tina could
enjoy a sustained show of the cotton panties that hugged her skin so
tightly. As a finale the kid turned her head towards my pretty Aunty,
put her thumb cutely between her lips, pouting, and pushed a leg
forward, another backward, as she lowered herself into the splits.
Aunty suddenly exclaimed at me.
"IAN! WHAT'S THAT BUMP BETWEEN YOUR LEGS?". "Wha...What Aunty?" I
replied nervously. She pulled her toe back, then kicked me hard in the
crotch. "OWWW" I yelled as she crushed my balls with the hard toe of a
Nike, causing me to topple backwards on my chair, and land on the
floor.
"YOU WERE IMAGINING THAT YOU WANTED TO FUCK POOR SWEET LITTLE NIKKI!"
Aunty stood over me, as she yelled, looking frightening but sexy with
a definite twinkle of excitement in her eyes. She pushed her thumbs
into the waist of her running shorts and peeled them to her ankles,
showing herself to be bare of both panties and pubic hair!
I found myself enjoying her dominance, and the air of sexuality that
she projected. "I..I didn't only want to fuck Nikki Aunty. I wanted to
fuck you as well". It was out before I could stop myself, Aunty
smiling as I, her sisters son, propositioned her.
"IAN! YOU'RE AN EVIL MAN! NIKKI AND I MUST PUNISH YOU FOR HAVING SUCH
BAD, BAD THOUGHTS." "Y-Y-Yes Aunty. You must...." Nikki was giggling
away at this spectacle, and at Aunty's command started removing my
shoes, while she pulled off my shirt, and loosened the waist of my
pants.
"Nikki, pull at his jeans for me darling". Nikki obediently tugged, my
Levi's slipping off to expose my hard penis to the pretty woman and
little blonde girl. Aunty took a length of clothes-line and soon had
my ankles individually tied to legs of the table, whilst my wrists
were tied together and stretched behind my head to a radiator pipe.
"Darling, sit on his face for me babes?" Little Nikki stood over my
face, smiling like it was her birthday, and spread her legs apart,
bringing her young pussy against my face. "Isn't his little willy
horrible Tina" said the little slut, as my nose pressed against the
thin material into the groove of her labia. "I like your pussy much
more! It looks a bit like mine but the bit that sticks out is much
nicer!" Aunt Tina's labia and clit protruded more than any other I'd
ever seen, and she played and tugged at it, as the kid looked on in
admiration. "Come to me baby" Aunt asked, laying herself on the floor,
her legs spread. "Aunty...please... finish me first" I pleaded, my
penis throbbing uselessly in the air. "Shut up Ian! Nikki, please
would you put your little panties into his mouth to shut him up?".
Nikki peeled them off then deftly pushed the sweat and girl-cum soaked
cotton into my mouth. After removing the rest of her outfit she lay
herself between the older woman's thighs, and writhed as Tina's
fingers went straight for her pert young ass. Aunty rolled over so
that she was on top of the kid, and lowered her head down to the
girl's little cunt, lapping at it furiously. The child was soon
emitting shrieks of pleasure as she enjoyed, maybe her first ever
orgasm, a tongue pressed deep into her pre-pubescent vagina.
"Let's help Ian cum baby-doll" said Aunty, picking a feather-duster up
from a cabinet, and flicking on the kettle to make a coffee. The two
naked girls, came tow me, this time Aunty lowering her dripping cunt
over my face. I immediately started licking up and down her cunt until
I felt a tickling sensation from Nikki running the duster up and down
my cock. "Touch me properly!" I tried to say, but the panties made it
come out as an undecipherable grunt. "What's wrong Ian? Do you want us
to stop?" asked Aunty, leaving me painfully on the verge of orgasm as
she squeezed Nikki's hand and walked back to make the coffee.
Nikki continued to move the feathers up and down the length of my rod,
sometimes flicking it at my balls, and the tickling sensation was
starting to change from being pleasant to agonising. As I repeatedly
neared the point of orgasm, my haunches would rise, and she'd withdraw
the duster, over and over again. "I think that your a pathetic little
man Ian!" said Nikki, enjoying my humiliation, as I thrust uselessly
at the feathers. Sweat was starting to drip from my body, as I heard
Aunt Tina say "Shall we let him cum now?" to cute Nikki.
My athletic dyke relation approached holding a steaming cup of black
coffee. "Ian - where are the spoons?" I tried to nod towards an
obvious drawer below the sink-unit but she ignored it. "What's that
Ian darling? You want me to use your penis?" I shook my head
vigourously, but she just continued to Nikki's obvious amusement. "YOU
DO? You're a tart Ian! It's ever so hot, and it will burn you
horribly!" I tried to twist away from my Aunt but she chose to
interpret it as some ecstatic spasm, and knelt between my spread
thighs.
Taking the base of my penis between her thumb and forefinger Aunt Tina
pulled it from its vertical erect stance down, until, feeling like it
would crack in two, it was pointing downwards, flush against my balls.
I was screaming against the sodden panties to no avail, when Aunty
immersed the exposed head into the scalding liquid, where, with a few
yanks of my foreskin, I spurted my load. As I ejaculated a genuine
orgasm filled me, and I felt spasm after spasm of cum shoot into the
coffee. "Ohhhh Yucky!" said the little-girl slut, enraptured with my
agony and ecstasy.
With this, Aunt Tina released me, my penis springing back up, and
pulled the panties from my mouth. My eyes were full of tears, but I
felt a strange calm from being placed in such a submissive role.
"Are you OK Ian" she asked, her eyes now looking kind and concerned.
"I'm OK Aunty. I hurt, but I want to hurt when I'm with you". "That's
good Ian. You'll be sore for a few days, but when you fuck your little
girl-friends I know you won't forget me! Now I'm going to take Nikki
home - you should go and rest in bed, but tomorrow I want you to
invite Sophie and Juliette over. Will you do that for your Aunty?"
"Sure" I told her, as I hobbled out, my cock burning while the two
girls laughed.
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After the episode with Aunt Tina and Nikki, I chose to leave it a few
days before fulfilling the request of inviting Sophie and Juliette
over for dinner.
I'd gone straight to bed after having my cock burnt by Aunty, feeling
pained but elated from my first experience of personal sexual pain.
Aunty had come into my room late, dressed in a little white teddy and
climbed into my bed. "Don't worry Ian, I'm going to look after you."
she'd told me, rubbing a soothing creme onto my sore penis, and
holding me in her arms as I fell to sleep.
When I awoke the following morning it was late, and I saw a note on my
Pillow telling me that break-fast was ready for me downstairs, along
with a little present. After pulling on my PJ's I rushed down and saw
my bank-book next to the toast, along with a small wrapped parcel.
First, I looked into the bank-book and saw that Aunty had credited an
extra $500 into my account, the amount I still needed for the bike! I
then picked up the small package that lay by its side. It felt
metallic and was quite small, easily fitting on the palm of my hand,
though I couldn't begin to guess as to its contents.
Ripping away at the adhesive tape, I found a key. What was it for? I
wondered, then on closer inspection saw the word "Kawasaki" embossed
on the plastic fob. She couldn't have could she? I wondered in
excitement. A door adjoined the kitchen to the garage, and I saw it
was slightly ajar. Walking to it, I pushed it open, and saw, stood in
the centre of the floor, two brand-new sparkling Karasaki KH-100
motor-bike's, one in black and the other customized in a deep hue of
pink. Aunty was sat astride the pink model, wearing a short tight
bikers jacket, made of white leather, with a tiny white leather figure
hugging mini-skirt. "Surprise!" she said smiling at my obvious
delight.
"Is it... Is it for me Aunty?" I asked, not believing that the
magnificent bike could be mine. "Sure it is Ian - and it hasn't cost
you a cent!" "Wow... " I ran up to her and kissed her warmly on the
lips, allowing my tongue to press into her mouth, and my arm to pull
her close to me. "Hey! Slow down kid... you've got to let your bits
get better before we play any of those games!" she told me with a
smile. "Thanks Aunty.. It's great. I don't mind what you did to me...
I love you Aunt, I feel I'd let you do anything if you really wanted."
"I know you would kid, and I will. I'd never do anything to you that
wouldn't get better though, you know that. Now, some of your little
friends might be a bit different, but you don't care do you?"
"Aunty, you can do what you like with any of them" I told her. "I'll
help you, really! Can we take the bikes out for a run?"
We drove to the city that afternoon, Aunty decking me out in a cool
leather bikers jacket, and black helmet, making me feel like Mad Max
the second. We had a great day, shopping for clothes for us both,
Aunty getting tons of lingerie, then taking me to the red-light part
of down-town as dusk begin to fall.
She seemed to know the various shops and clubs well. Our first stop
was a brightly lit shop called "Fantasy". They sold all sorts of sex
stuff, a cute blonde assistant rushing to serve us as soon as she saw
aunt, who obviously had a reputation as a good customer.
"Tina! Great to see you here again" she said. "And who are you?" she
asked looking at me. "This is my nephew, Ian" said Aunty, proudly. The
blonde kissed me, then told me how good-looking I was, and how lucky I
was to have an Aunt like Tina.
"So what can I get you both?" she asked. Aunty passed me a list she
had prepared. "Anything you want to add Ian?"
I looked at the wild list of costumes and sex-aids in astonishment and
interest.
4 x Vibrators 4", 6", 12" and 14"
1 x Spiked Vibrator [hope its not for me I thought]
1 x Vibrating Anal Probe [don't mind if that is]
1 x Gynaecologists Chair
1 x Double Ended rubber dildo
1 x 8" dildo gag
1 x 16" vaginal forceps [shit!]
Assortment of 'costumes' to fit ages 7, 12, 15, and my size
Include french-maid, nurse, school-girl, rubber body-suit
baby-girl smocks, whore, pony-girl, tennis-costume etc.
- Include some costumes for Ian...
Assortment of drugs, eg Hard-On cream, Clit Stimulant,
anaesthetics, acids etc
Assortment of restrain and torture items as advised
plus anything else you might recommend...
"Shit Aunty... We're going to have a good two weeks aren't we?"
The shop assistant was obviously thrilled with the order, and after
taking our address, promised the stuff would be delivered within 24
hours.
As we returned to the bikes outside, Aunt asked what I wanted to do
next. "Are you ready for some sex Ian?" "No Aunty" I replied, my cock
still stinging under the leather pants. "That's ok kid, How about if
we get ourselves a bite to eat in a little club I know, where they do
little shows. It's girls only, but I think they'll let you in just
this once". "Great Aunty" I replied, as she kick-started the bike, and
accelerated off.
It only took a few minuted to reach Aunt's club, though we had to
navigate through a series of small alleys, and dark narrow roads to
get there. The entrance was nondescript, no flashing neon outside, or
anything else that might suggest its contents.
She pressed a small bell on the door, and after a shutter sliding open
to check her identity, the door opened for us. A stunning red-haired
woman stood in the doorway. "TINA DARLING!" she exclaimed, hugging
Aunty. "IT's BEEN SO LONG?" Aunty hugged her back then made some
whispered explanation on who I was. "Well, why don't you come in, and
make yourself comfortable. I'll get the kitchen to prepare some
burgers, and you can be watching the show."
A series of perhaps 20 small tables surrounded a stage in the medium
sized room. The light was low, but I could see pretty maids, serving
drinks to the various guests. The silhouettes of these members made it
clear that they were all female, but I wasn't complaining, and trusted
Aunt's word that, tonight at least, I'd be safe.
We took a table, and relaxed into the circular sofa that surrounded
it. Almost immediately a beautiful 6"2 blonde approached us, dressed
in the tightest of maid's costumes, and knelt by Aunt's side. "What
can I get you Mistress?" she asked, her voice strangely husky. "We'll
both have beers" she replied. "Slut, before you get them, kneel on the
table, and lift the hem of your skirt."
The maid climbed up, and dutifully did as asked, and I was astonished
to see the vague outline of a penis and balls under a pair of frilly
pink knickers! "Oh shit!" I commented. "Get rid of him Aunty!"
"Pathetic isn't he" she replied. Reaching for a candle, she spoke to
him. "My nephew doesn't seem to like you very much! What do you make
of that?" "I should be punished Mistress" replied the TV, broadening
his thighs while she rested the candle between them. I watched, dumb-
struck as the panty material begin to burn, a wisp of smoke rising
from the poor guy's crotch. As his pubic hair ignited I punched him
hard in the face, knocking him off the table. "Aunty, it smells
dreadful!" I told her, as the maid crawled away with our order, his
hand cupping his singed balls, and his nose bleeding. She was smirking
like she was possessed. "That was cool Ian. Just treat them like shit
- that's what they want or they wouldn't be here!"
While we waited for the drinks, the stage curtain rose, and the
amazonian woman who'd answered the door took to the raised platform.
"Welcome Ladies! Tonight we have something very special for you - may
I present 'Little Bo Peep'". A wave of applause swept through the
room, as lights showed a backdrop of hills as if somewhere in the
country-side.
A sound of a little-girl's singing came from off-stage along with the
'baa' of a lamb or sheep. As it got louder Aunty whispered into my ear
"Don't worry about the kid Ian. Her mom's a whore, and the kid's been
doing dirty stuff since she was five! She loves it, really!"
A little blonde girl, aged no more than seven walked on, tugging at a
large lamb with one arm. Her strawberry blonde hair was up in two cute
pony-tails, and she wore a long dress, pale blue with white frills
running around a pinafore style apron, and down the folds of a
billowing skirt. As she reached the centre of the stage, she looked
around, as if checking that no-one was nearby, then sat on the ground.
Reaching forward to her shiny shoes, she pulled the laces and slipped
them off, then peeling down her frilly ankle socks. Reaching behind
her waist she unclipped the apron, then the dress, slipping it off
above her head, until all that she wore was a tight pair of panties.
After pulling her panties down to her knees, she offered a deliciously
gawky little pose, her knees inwards from her feet, her head bowed,
and a finger between her lips.
She looked up at the audience. "What shall I do?" she asked. "Let the
lamb lick you!" yelled one of the lesbians, many of whom seemed to be
enjoying the use of vibrators from the buzzing that now filled the
room. "Yeah! Go on little girl!" shouted another, as the cute kid
pulled at the lamb, until its head was nustled between her lithe pink
thighs. Soon she had wrapped her shapely girlish legs around the
lamb's neck, and the audience could see it's tongue lapping at her
tiny labia. The kid pinched at her erect nipples and shook her blonde
bunches from side to side as if in a constant state of orgasm, though
guven her age this seemed unlikely to be real.
Our drinks and meal were brought by the same she-male maid as before,
his eyes looking frightened after the previous visit. Aunty let him
lay down the food, waited until he turned, then deftly flicked up his
short black silk skirt, and thrust her fork into a buttock. A
bloodstain immediately appeared in the tight knickers he wore, but she
just laughed and let him leave. "I'm a bitch aren't I Ian?" I nodded,
not really caring what atrocities she might wish to inflict on this
pathetic specimin of a man.
The kid on stage was still playing with her pet, her hands now pushing
apart its rear legs while she tried to push her tongue into its brown
anus. "C'mon Ian - lets go..." said Aunty. I wanted to see what
happened to the seven year old school-girl but she said she was tired.
"It's always the same anyway. She'll end up with it fucking her.
Christ knows what most of the girls here see in it. They wouldn't let
a cock near them in a million years." "Would you Aunty?" I asked.
"Well not normally Ian, but I'd let you fuck me darling."
We left the place, Aunty promising to bring me again one Saturday,
when she said the show was a lot 'harder'. I got a buzz seeing the two
bikes stood outside, and realising that one was mine, gave Aunty a
hug. "Go on Ian. Leave out the sentimental stuff, and let's get
home!".
Before I went upstairs to bed that night, Aunt Tina suggested that the
following evening we should invite Juliette and Sophie over for
dinner. "I can't phone Juliette" I told her - "You know... her brother
might answer... it would be awkward". "Alright... I'll phone her. Hmm.
It might be best if her mum didn't know where she was". I couldn't
pretend to guess her motives, but decided it would be best to let her
get on with it! "Ian, what's the name of the headmistress at
Juliette's school?" "I don't know - it's the same as Judy's though". I
flicked through the book, and found the St Augustus entry in the book.
"Mrs Brown" I told her.
Tina phoned the number as I read it out from the directory. "Hello, Is
that Mrs Konig?..... Great, this is Mrs Brown at St Augustus. I wanted
to ask if Juliette could join us for a party we're holding tomorrow.
One of the teachers is leaving, and we'd like Juliette to sing......
You don't think so? She's got a great voice!..... Well, anyway, I'll
ask one of our teachers to pick her up at 6.00..... Have her wear
something pretty will you? Maybe in pink so that it will match with
the others..... Yes, it will be late, maybe after midnight, but we'll
bring her home..... Super..... Bye!"
"I'm collecting her at 6.00!" remarked my Aunty, her purposes starting
to dawn on me. I called Sophie, and told her about the bike, and the
arrival of my Aunty. Tina asked me to give her some indication of what
we'd been up to, so I recounted the tales of the milk-bar, the
majorettes, and today's trip to the night-club. Sophie gasped as I
spoke. "Wow Ian... she sounds great!" she told me. "This makes me feel
so horny - I'll be there!"
Aunty motioned to me that she wanted to speak to Sophie herself. "Hi!
Sophie? This is Tina. Listen, Ian's told me about the little story you
told him, about the bus and the school-kids. No! Don't worry! I love
it! I think we can be great friends, You, Ian, and me! We'll soon sort
out Juliette! Anyway, I want to hear the rest of the story. Would you
write it down for me? Bring it with you? Fine! See you then!"
"Aunty, I've a funny idea that I'm going to need a good night's
sleep... See you in the morning" I remarked as I made my way upstairs.
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Start Part 8
Ch 8
On the day of the 'dinner party' for Sophie and Juliette, Ian woke up
late. It must have been noon, when Aunt Tina entered the bedroom with
a tray of lunch.
Tina had been practicing her aerobics, and wore her tight black work-
out gear, the appearance being as if she'd just stepped out of an MC
Hammer MTV video. "Hi Kid! How are you today?"
Ian checked himself (paying particulr attention to his cock) and told
her he was fine. The cream she'd given him after the events with her
little majorette friend, Nikki, seemed to have worked wonders, and it
was back to its normal erect self. She sat on the edge of the bed, and
explained her plans for the afternoon.
"I'm cooking some food for us all, then at about 5.00 I'll go and
collect Juliette! Sophie's been on the phone, we had a chat. She's
coming round in an hour or two, so that I can get to know her a little
better!"
Ian asked whether her purchases had been delivered from the outing to
the sex-store. "Oh yes - we're going to have a very dirty couple of
days Ian! Are you ready for them darling?" As she spoke, she pushed
her hand under the duvet, and gently grasped his swolen penis, moving
it backwards and forwards. "Yes Aunty...Yes, I'm ready..."
"Kid, some of the stuff we do might be a little, you know, unsavoury,
but you don't care do you? Even if they meant that your girlfriends
got hurt a little?" Ian was ready to trust his life to the woman, so
told her so. "You're in charge Aunty - You do what you like, really!"
She left him with the message that he should stay in bed while she
prepared things, so when she left the room, he reached down for the
stash of magazines, keen to get rid of his hard-on! When he picked up
the case it seemed lighter than it had, so kneeling on the bed, he
flicked the combination locks, and checked inside.
A flush of worry hit him when he saw that it was almost empty. A note
had been placed on top of what little remained, which he read, with
concern.
"Ian - I wanted you in the right mood for this evening so I'm
afraid that I've taken your dirty magazines. It's a shame to
split up such a colletion, but I've sent some to your Mom and Dad
so they know what kind of boy you are! (Thet'll be awfully cross
with you don't you think?)
The worst ones I've put in an envelope, with a note to explain
that they're yours. If you have any second thoughts about letting
me do what I like tonight, I'm afraid that they'll be posted to
the police! I think they might lock you up for those little-girl
pictures. It might be nice for you in a prison, I think that the
other convicts would really take to you!
I was shocked at the picture of Michaela! That's my daughter Ian,
she's only six! What sort of fantasies did you have about her? I
noticed the stains of cum all over the photograph, and for that
you'll have to be punished!
Please don't think about running away. You know that I'll catch
you, and I'd rather that you endured your punishments like a man.
When you're ready, come down-stairs, and I'll tie you up.
Your loving Aunty Tina
x-x-x
"
"SHIT!" he thought aloud. Dad would kill him this time - and was Tina
serious about sending the pictures to the police? He couldn't risk the
chance, so dressing, went down-stairs, his hard-on having quickly
softened at this turn of events.
Tina stood at the foot of the stairs, obviously waiting for me.
"You've seen then?" she asked in a stern voice. "Yes Aunty" Ian
replied meekly. "Undress Ian... I'm going to tie you up here at the
foot of the stairs. Sit on the third step for me will you?"
He sat down in the entrance hall steps, undressing until he was naked.
Aunty looped a rope around each knee, looping each one round a
bannister rail, then tugging. The effect was first of his knees
spreading, then as she continued pulling, his ass being lifted from
the steps. The addition of ropes strapping his elbows up to the hand-
rails left Ian suspended above the steps, thighs stretched apart.
"Ian darling. I hope you understand that I had to do this. I love you,
and I think I'll love Sophie and Juliette, but I need to dominate and
hurt you all... Do you see why?"
"Aunty... I don't mind you hurting me, but please don't do anything
too painful to me?" he pleaded, trying to lift his head and look at
her.
"We'll see." Ian heard the door bell go, and she turned towards it.
"That will be Sophie!" she told him, as she pulled it open. Sophie
looked typically slutty, in a short halter-top and a tight pair of
jeans, that had been deliberately torn along the thighs, and across
the cheeks of her buttocks.
Ian guessed from her lack of concern, that Sophie had been warned of
his predicament. "Hi Ian! I can see right up your ass from here! Are
you embarassed" she giggled. "Yeah, Just a bit Sophie" he told her,
angry at the lack of respect, and clenching his buttocks. Tina pulled
a couple of seats from the kitchen, positioning each towards him.
"Sophie... Why don't we start by listening to the rest of your story.
Ian, If you need anything just ask. By the way, if you cum, you'll
have to swallow it afterwards! And if you interrupt we'll make you
cum!"
"Aww shit Aunty - that's disgusting!" Ian told her. "Ian, I love you
so I'll give you one chance, and that was it. Your next comment will
mean semen in the mouth time! And just to help you feel nice and sexy
while Sophie tells her tale, I've got some presents for you!". Opening
her handbag, she pulled out what Ian took to be a small cotton
handkerchief. Dangling it between her fingers she waved it at him, and
he saw that it was actually a tiny pair of panties.
"They're Michaela's Ian and I'm going to put them into your mouth!"
Sophie looked at Ian's Aunty uncertainly. "Michaela's my six year old
daughter Soph. Would you believe that your pervert boyfriend has been
masturbating over a photograph of her? Look at it! It's all covered in
his nasty cum!" After looking at the picture Sophie commented "She's
lovely isn't she? I'd love to sleep with her". "Play your cards right
girl, and you never know" Tina replied smiling. Sophie smiled at Ian,
raised the photo to her lips, and licked off the crusty dried cum from
its glossy surface. "Just so that I can look at it properly" she said
in a little-girl voice, as she pushed a hand down the front of her
tight jeans.
"Later Sophie, later. I want to hear your story first !" said Tina,
yanking the photo back, then kneeling next to Ian. She pushed her
little daughter's panties into his mouth, that was dutifully open.
Having held his head up for the previous ten minutes his neck was
aching badly, something Tina seemed to realise as she pushed a pillow
beneath it. "Now, what else have I got for you here", she pondered as
she rumaged through her bag. "Oh yes! You'll love these!" she said
holding three small vibrators in her hand. They were only 4-5" long
and little thicker than the pen-light batteries they contained.
"Are those Michaela's as well?" Sophie giggled. "You're a slut Sophie"
said Tina laughing, as she flicked a switch on the base of the first.
She held it, as it buzzed and vibrated against Ian's erect cock then
pulled a length of adhesive tape from a dispenser. "Just to keep it in
place darling. It should feel nice until I have to peel it off!".
Tightly she strapped it against his penis, then switched on the second
vibrator, and pushed it between his spread buttocks. It entered his
rectum easily, as his anus spasmed trying to reject the invading
object. "He's trying to push it out Tina!" warned Sophie, but Tina
shook her head. "Don't worry Sophie, he'll have to shit it out!". With
that she turned on the third, and pressed it against the inch of
plastic that was exposed. Soon both vibrators, one behind the other
were completely inside him, Tina's finger pushed into his ass. "Ohh. I
wanted one!" said Sophie pouting. "Get on with the story Sophie and
you can have whatever you want darling!"
Sophie pulled a wad of papers from her pocket and looked at Ian's
Aunty. "You know it's all about little girls being hurt don't you?"
Tina nodded, "Don't worry Sophie, it's all only a story. Just make it
really nasty for me will you?" "Oh yes" she replied. "It is very
nasty. I think you'll like it !"
Sophie gazed at Ian who was now bouncing up and down in his bondage,
as the three vibrators pushed him towards the orgasm he was trying to
avoid. "I hope this really turns you on Ian babes! I'd love to kiss
you when your mouth was full of cum!" she said, then started to tell
her story.
"Do you know the story so far Tina? A school-bus of pretty little
girls along with some of their attractive mothers, has been
hijacked by its driver and some men. They'd thought they were
stopping to use the rest-room, but haven't been allowed to. One
of the kids, a cute ten year old called Jenny, has been whipped
and made to drink another girl's mothers piss. She's called
Samantha by the way. Afterwards, Samantha beat up Jenny's mom and
really badly damaged her pussy.
Anyway, this had all been going on outside whilst inside the bus,
the passengers were desperate to use a toilet, while the driver
was getting bored. All the fun seemed to be outside, while he had
to watch the mothers and children less they tried to escape.
The bus had a central isle, two seats on each side. Around its
centre was a pair of large tables, each about 5 foot long, with
four seats pointing inwards towards each. He walked over to them,
and onto one placed a large crate, and a polythene refuse bag. On
the other he placed three tripods, two suspending large
photographic flash lamps, the third, an expensive looking camera.
"Ok sluts, kids, we're going to play a game. One of my hobbies is
photography so I thought I'd indulge myself. In the box are some
clothes and props that we had made. In the next ten minutes
you're to dress up your horny little daughters and yourselves and
you're going to model for me! Now, there's some rules. The first
is that the pose you use must involve you both pissing into the
bag when I press the shutter! The second is that it must be
theme, you know? Like you could both be school-girl lovers or
something? I guess I should also warn you that if I don't think
it looks very kinky, cute and sick, there's a prize you wouldn't
want, believe me. Any questions sluts?"
One of the little girls raises her hand. "What is it kid?". "My
mummy's not here" she said diminutively. "Any other of you kids
on your own?" One other raised her little arm. "Ok babies. Did
you see what that lady did to your little friend Paula out there?
You did? Well, unless you want the same treatment you're going to
come and sit with me, and make me feel good. The rest of you
cunts better get started, the clock's started bitches!"
The two girls walked to the front of the bus, while the various
mothers made a dash for the crate. They fought over various
garments before returning to their seats, and starting to explain
to their children the need to do what the driver asked.
The two little girls tentatively approached the driver. Both wore
the little uniform gymslips that left most of their girlish legs
exposed, with little frilled ankle socks and black shiny shoes on
their young feet. The older of the pair looked to be about 11,
while the younger one couldn't have been over 7.
"What's your names kids?" asked the driver. The older spoke first
saying "I'm Anna, and this is my little sister, Jacqui. Please
don't hurt us?"
"Well, that depends" replied the driver. He sat on the bus dash-
board, towering above the children. "You two going to do what I
tell you to?" "Yes... I promise" said Anna. "What about you
Jacqui?" "Uh huh" she said, her cute little round face smiling at
him. "You haven't a clue what's going on have you kid?" he said
to the naive child. Reaching to the front of his pants, he pulled
out his huge erect cock, it's 10 inches longer than little
Jacqui's fore-arm, and probably thicker.
"Do you know what this is Jacqui? No? What about you Anna? You
do? I bet you're a real slut aren't you Anna. You'd like me to
push it into your little cunt? You wouldn't? You better do what I
tell you to then."
He told the two girls to hug each other. Obediantly, they wrapped
their arms around one anothers backs. "Let me see you touching
each other's bottoms under the panties." Anna knelt down, keeping
her arms around her baby sister, then dropped them to the back of
her slim baby-doll thighs. Running them upwards her arms lifted
the little girl's skirt hem, until the seven year old's waist was
visible above the waist of the white cotton panties. She then
slipped her palms back down but under the elasticated waist,
until they rested on Jacqui's buttocks. "Do the same Jacqui!" he
ordered, relishing the sight as the little kid repeated her
sister's actions. "Good girls! Now you're goin to kiss each
other. When you kiss, I want to see your tongues pushing into
each others mouths yeah?"
The two little sisters made a beautiful sight as the kissed and
loved each other, their little pink tongues entwined, hands
massaging each others butts, like a pair of tarts in a porn
movie. The driver was now masturbating as he enjoyed the scene,
and moved forwards, to kneel next to them. His cock was now at
the height of Jacqui's parted lips, so he moved it gently forward
towards the intersection of tongues. They knew better than to
stop, when his blood-filled helmet touched, but as he dripped a
little globule of pre-cum into their shared spittle Anna pulled
back.
"Did I tell you to stop slut?" he asked. "No, umm, sorry" she
said dolefully. "But it tasted horrible, and also I need the
toilet...." "So do I" said little Jacqui, who was still smiling.
An evil glint returned to the drivers eyes as he pulled out two
bottles from his pocket. Waving one he said "I put this stuff in
your cokes. One drop and you all need to go! Kiss again sluts!"
As they returned to their embrace, he opened the first bottle and
dripped four or five drops onto each of their tongues. "Move your
legs further apart Jacqui". The little girl stood, her feet a few
inches apart, but quickly spread them when he gave her a harsh
slap on the inner thigh. Her sisters knees likewise spread two
foot apart, to avoid similar treatment. "Now kids, I want you to
push two of your fingers from one hand into your sisters bottom
hole. I want to see your other hand pushed, still from behind and
under the panties, between the thighs so that your hand is
against your sister's pussy. When its there look at me."
The sight of their hands stretching one another's panties was
delicious, and soon he could see from the outline that they had
done as he'd requested. Each had squeeled as their anus had been
invaded by the sisters fingers but could only push closer
together when trying to escape the penetration.
As they looked at him, he opened the other bottle, that contained
some tiny silver-coloured globules of metal. He emptied one onto
the padded section of a small band-aid plaster then stuck it
against the busses floor. He emptied the remaining metal globules
onto two larger band-aids then with his free hand pulled the two
girls slightly apart. Against the outlined finger that covered
each girlish pussy, he stuck a plaster onto the cotton panty
material. "You need the toilet badly yet?" he asked each one.
Both said yes, but he knew it wasn't that bad or they'd know it
for sure! "Watch me" he ordered.
Anna and Jaquie followed his gaze down to the plaster on the
floor. "Did you see those little blobs of metal? That was called
phospherous. It's nasty stuff if it gets wet!" With that he spat
on the band-aid. As the spit sank through the ventilation holes,
a hiss preceeded a fizzling sound and burning flame. In seconds
the band-aid was nothing but a bubble of melted plastic, and
beneath it a half inch deep hole was burnt into the busses
linoleum floor.
"Now if one of you should piss accidentily, that's what will
happen to your little pussy, and your sisters pretty hand! Since
that stuff I gave you will make you want to go to the toilet very
badly you'd be best to pinch each others pee-holes tightly
together! Get to it kids!"
The two children understood, and pulled one another even closer.
The driver saw each grimace as their urethra's were pinched, then
further grimacing as the liquid he had administered began to take
full effect.
"Anna... I can't hold on" wept Jaquie. "Nor can I sis" moaned
Anna. "I'm just going to have to let go. Pinch me tighter, you
must...."
"Arggg" cried the little sister, as the bus driver saw a small
red spot of blood trickle down the inside of her thigh. "Your
fingernails Anna!" "Sorry..." replied the sister, knowing that
there was nothing she could do to prevent piercing the skin of
Jacquie's groin. A little drip of urine followed the blood trail,
and the driver knew now that the seven year old had lost control
of her bladder, the pinching fingers being all that prevented the
burning of her labia.
"Hold it like that for five minutes and I'll take off the burning
stuff" the driver told them. Before standing, he pushed his cock
back to their inter-twined tongues, and with a few quick jerks of
his wrist, started to ejaculate. The first spurt of dirty white
cum made a pool on Jacquie's tongue but was stretched between
their lips as the second string of ejaculate landed right across
Anna's face. "Lick it off Jacquie!" he ordered, cumming into the
seven year-old's pigtailed brunette hair as she collected more
sperm from her sisters face, onto her cute little tongue.
As his orgasm subsided the sister's faces were a mess of cum
strands, that stretched from a girlish pouting lip to a cute
button nose, between their teeth and tongues, whilst some dripped
towards their chins. Each face was contorted as they tried to
restrain their bladders, and both now had a trickle of blood
running from the crotch to their little white socks. "Four
minutes to go kids...."
Sophie paused at this point. "How's it going Ian?" she asked. He was
flushed with excitement from the vibrators in his rectum, on his cock,
and her sick story. A muffled yell came from his pantie filled lips.
"What's wrong baby. Do you want to cum?" she asked. "You'll have to
swallow it afterwards... Are you sure?" The need to cum was immense to
the tied up boy, though the idea of having his own male sperm in his
mouth was sufficiently obscene that he shook his head to the negative.
"He disagreed with you Sophie! You really should punish him for that!"
said Tina, passing Sophie a short dog-whip. "He'll probably cum when
you beat him, so be ready!"
Sophie approached Ian with the whip, reached into his mouth and pulled
out the little-girl panties. He was silent, knowing not to speak out
of turn, as Sophie placed their crotch against the head of his cock,
then raised the whip.
SWISH! She brought the whip hard down onto his scrotum, causing him to
scream like he was posessed. Again she lifted it, but this time with a
CRACK landed it onto his cock. As he screamed again, his penis jerked,
and flooded the panty material with the contents of his balls. She
jacked his cock with her hand, until his orgasm subsided, and a large
gooey mess covered the white cotton, then pushed it into his mouth. He
tried to spit it out, but the panties prevented more than a trickle
from running out of his lips.
"It tastes lovely doesn't it darling!" said Sophie, as she lowered her
own head, and licked the sticky trail from his chin. "Don't you wish
you were homosexual and you could taste it all the time?" Ian shut his
eyes, in absolute degradation, but already his prick was once again
starting to harden.
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End of Part 8.