Xth Dimension This Story or any other story posted in this directory is readily available anywhere throuout the internet.I have chosen not to claim any of them as my personal work.As I start to write stories,they will be posted in this directory. Note:Xth Dimension is my trademark.though not recognized,this trademark will be thoroughly defended as seen fit by myself. Cute - Part Six --------------- 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. ------------------------------------ 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------- End of Part 7. 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. --------------------------------------------------------------------- End of Part 8.