From: "Col.Brewster" <Macvsog@cris.com>
Subject: Aunt Sara (ff)
Date: Sun, 8 Sep 1996 08:35:01 -0400
Organization: Concentric Internet Services

I did not write this story!

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                   Summer at Aunt Sarah's
                          Part 1
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My sixteenth summer, I was sent by my parents to stay with my Aunt
Sarah.  They didn't tell me why I was sent there, only that I was
to become a better person from the experience. Somehow this didn't
allay my foreboding.  I had always been a bit afraid of my aunt.
She was a large, statuesque woman, standing 6'0.  She was, as my
father used to so quaintly put it, stacked.  Her breasts were at
least 38"and I'm sure they were a 'D' cup.
While you couldn't call me petite, I was certainly much smaller
than my aunt.  I am a curvaceous 5'5", with a 34B bra which was
filling out nicely.  I have long, chestnut brown hair in which I
take great pride.  I had always done well in school, but last
semester, I had met Randy.  Randy was my first boyfriend, and while
he wasn't the man of my dreams, he certainly was nice to show off
to my friends.  And to fool around with.  Oh, I never went all the
way with him, even though he wanted too, but I would let him rub my
clit and give him a hand job.  I even sucked him off once, but I
didn't much care for the taste of his penis, so I never did again. 
Randy gradually put more and more pressure on me to go all the way
with him, but I wouldn't, and eventually, we broke up.
Unfortunately, my involvement with him caused me to slip from my
usual 'A' average to a low 'B' average, as I didn't seem to have
much time for school when Randy and I were together.  
It was this lapse which caused my parents to decide that I was to
spend the summer with Aunt Sarah.  She was my father's sister and
he lived to please her.  Whenever I would see them together, he
would practically beg to do her bidding, which I could never
understand.  After all, he was as big as she was and 3 years older. 
She was very bossy to everyone, and I always dreaded the times when
we would go to visit her, or she would come to our house.  She
would often look at me with a strange gleam in her eye, and
although I did not know what it meant, it would never fail to send
shivers down my spine.
And so it was that, instead of going off to be a camp counselor, I
packed my bags for a summer with my aunt. My father dropped me at
her house early the first Monday of vacation.  He looked as if he
didn't want to come in, but something compelled him to anyway.  We
walked to the front door together, and when I knocked, it only took
a second for my aunt to answer.  The look on her face showed
nothing but contempt for her brother.  
"Why are you here?" she sneered at him.
"Well, I just, er, thought, that, you'd want to see me."
"No, thank you, I will be calling you periodically.  For now,
goodbye!"  She pulled my inside the door and slammed it in his
face.
"Well, Marcie, what did you pack?  I hope you brought your bikini,
you do know that I just had a pool put it?"  
"Yes, Aunt Sarah, I brought one." At this, she scowled.  
"Do not use my first name unless you are given permission, child." 
She seemed as if she wanted to slap me, but something held her
back.  I was truly afraid now.
"Call me Aunt, or perhaps we'll come up with something better
later."  I had no idea what she meant, but I certainly did not like
the tone of her voice.  
"Do you know why your parents sent you here for the summer, child?"
"I guess it was because of my grades." At this, Aunt Sarah threw
back her head and laughed.  
"Yes," she said, "I suppose that was part of it, but there is so
much more."
"I really have no idea what you're talking about," I stammered.
"Well then, we'll get started right away.  This is to be an
educational summer for you.  You will learn discipline, and you
will mature into a woman, for now you are truly only a girl.  Tell
me, you are still a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yes."  Her direct questioning was causing me great discomfort.  I
was not so sure about this "discipline" and wanted to run away. 
But where would I run?  I was 50 miles from anywhere I knew.  Maybe
I would just be kept around the house all summer, doing chores and
the like, I thought hopefully.  That wouldn't be so awful and would
be fitting punishment for my lapse in school.  But Aunt Sarah soon
put any such thoughts to a close.
"Come with me, dear."  She led me down a hallway, to where the
bedrooms were in her house.  I had never seen any more of her house
than the living room, dining room and back yard.  I was about to
find out why.  
"This is your room," she announced,opening a door on the right.  I
was flabbergasted. There was no bed, only a long wooden table with
some sort of device at each end with holes.  They looked like the
sort of holes I had seen on stocks in my history class.  The only
other thing I could see was a large walk-in closet, which was dark
and would not reveal its contents to my wide-eyed stare.Aunt Sarah
had a very wicked grin on her face.  
"Please strip to your undergarments."
"But, Aunt, why, what's going on.."
"Every time you do not do as I ask," she interrupted, "your
punishment increases."  Only now did I begin to have a glimmer of
what "discipline" my aunt had in mind for me.  How did I get into
this?  My eyes darted to the door, the window, to my aunt, and back
to the door.  
"Time is wasting, your punishment mounts..."  It looked as if I had
enough room to make it to the door and get away.  I would go
anywhere, anyplace to get out of the hands of this sick woman.  I
made a break for it,but my aunt had anticipated this.  As I bounded
for the door, she skillfully moved to cut me off.  She slammed me
against the wall, knocking the air from my lungs.  I slumped to the
ground, unable to do anything to fight her.  She stood over me with
a look a of triumph.  
Unable to resist her, she removed my shirt, shoes and skirt,
leaving me in bra and panties.  She shut the door, locking it, and
stepped back.  I looked up to see her smiling at me.  She was
practically licking her lips looking at me.  
"Stand up," she barked.  I feebly got to my feet, embarrassed to be
unclothed in such a manner in front of her.  "Place your hands
behind your head."  I did as she asked, fearful of further action. 
As I did this, I felt my breasts raise up, a movement not lost on
Aunt Sarah.  "Lovely," she remarked.  "Now, turn around, and place
your hands behind your back."  Again I complied fearfully.  She
reached behind around to the back of her dress for something. 
Suddenly, she grabbed my wrists and placed some sort of band around
them.Securing it, she then spun me around.  I struggled to free my
wrists, but it was to no avail, they were trapped!  
"Precede me," she commanded, as she opened the door and turned me
towards her bedroom.  I was most certain that I didn't want to see
the contents of her room, but I was sure that I was going to
whether I wanted to or not.  As she opened the door to her room, I
gasped.  Strewn about her room were all sorts of, well, the best
description I could think of was restraining devices.  She pushed
me ahead of her, over to where a pair of shackles were.  I had only
seen these in adventure movies, but here was the real, scary,
thing, right in my face.  Aunt Sarah attached the shackles to my
ankles, immobilizing me.  
"And now," she said cheerfully, "time to see the rest of you!"  I
screamed and screamed.  There must be someone to hear my cries! 
"Scream away, darling, this whole house is sound-proofed.  Just
keep in mind that the more difficult you are, the more difficult I
will be."  I didn't see how things could possible get worse, so I
continued to scream.  Aunt Sarah must have tired of my wailing
quickly, for she grabbed my long hair, forcing my head back, and
shoved a rubber ball into my gaping mouth.  She fastened it behind
my head, effectively muffling my cries.  She allowed me to squirm
about for a moment, then she reached over, undid my bra and let my
breasts fall free.  She appraised them thoroughly..  
I was shocked to notice that my nipples were quite hard.  Aunt
Sarah also saw this and gave each one a pinch.  It was not a hard
pinch, but it caused me to wince nonetheless.  I had always been
very sensitive to pain, and these little tweaks she was giving me
were definitely not pleasant! Satisfied for the moment, she then
pulled me panties down to my ankles, then cut them off with a large
scissors.  I was now totally naked, in front of another woman, my
aunt no less! 
"Well, dear, time for your first lesson.  Since you tried to run
from me and were slow to obey, it should be a memorable one.  Of
course, I will take into account the fact that you were unprepared
for such an event.  This will be the only time that I will allow
you this excuse however, do you understand?" I could only nod. She
went over to a cabinet and removed a large paddle.  Oh shit, I
thought, this is going to be painful.  She attached my wrists to a
set of matching manacles next to my ankles, effectively doubling me
over.  She then put a belt around my waist, taking the opportunity
to caress my buttocks, which made me even more sensitive to the
situation.  From a loop in the back of the belt, she threaded a
rope and ran it through a pulley on the ceiling.  This caused my
butt to be raised as far as my imprisoned wrists and ankles would
let it be.  
"I want you to count out loud as I do this. If you fail to count,
the punishment will begin again."  She then removed the gag from my
mouth.  Before I could say anything, the paddle came down on my
behind.  I had never felt such agony!  It was like a little
explosion of fire had hit me.  
In my pain, I forgot to say "1".  After several more such swats, I
finally remembered and said (hopefully) "5". 
"Wrong!"  she barked.  "As I said, if you forget to count, the
punishment begins again."  When she resumed her swatting, I was not
lax in counting this time, and when she got to 10, she stopped.  My
whole bottom was on fire.  What I had not noticed was that during
this time, Aunt Sarah had removed her clothing and stood naked
behind me.  She dropped the paddle and pressed her naked flesh
against my flaming buttocks.  She reached down, slipping a finger
into my slit.  I could hardly believe the feelings, I was
experiencing.  On one hand, my bottom was aflame.  But on the
other, the feeling of her naked flesh against mine, and her finger
within me was causing me intense excitement.  
She started briskly rubbing my clit, moving faster and faster.  I
tried to press back against her, but my bonds prevented me from
doing so.  I had lost all control of my body.  I came in waves, and
as I did, Aunt Sarah kept rubbing all along.  Finally, my orgasm
subsided, I could hardly move I was so drained.  I looked back to
see Aunt Sarah with a wicked grin on her face.  When I saw it I was
so ashamed that I had received pleasure from a woman that I turned
crimson from head to toe.  Before I had a chance to say anything,
Aunt Sarah forced the gag back into my mouth, and, placing a
blindfold over my eyes, sent me falling into another level of
helplessness.

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                Summer at Aunt Sarah's
                       Part 2
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In my new world of darkness, I felt completely helpless, blinded,
gagged and tied as I was. I was completely at Aunt Sarah's mercy,
nothing I did seemed to have any effect on her.Of course, I was
wrong in thinking that.  My response to her stimulation was
affecting her intensely, bringing her to the brink of orgasm
without actually touching herself.  She quickly released me from
the shackles and hustled me into "my" bedroom.  My wrists were
attached to the headboard, my aunt then moving away from me, to
where I could not see.  
When I felt her return, she attached my ankles to some sort of
wooden dowel, about 3 feet in length, which was then hoisted in the
air.  She began to slowly tease my nether lips, barely touching
them with her finger tips.  This light stimulation soon caused my
outer lips to part, and I could feel that I was very wet down
there.  I attempted to grind my clit against Aunt Sarah's hand, but
the ropes and her careful attentions kept me from the satisfaction
which I craved.  She continued teasing me with her fingers then
abruptly stopped.  
She left me hanging for a moment, but soon returned, greeting me
with a deft slice of a riding crop across the backs of my thighs. 
I tried to cry out, but the gag effectively blocked my attempts.The
searing heat from the crop was almost more than I could bare.  I
was expecting yet another cruel slash, but my Aunt surprised me by
deftly slipping her tongue into my pussy, rubbing my whip mark at
the same time.  I began to forget about her cruel whip when, just
as suddenly as it had started, she pulled her head back and let
loose with the riding crop, giving me five swift strokes and
setting my thighs on fire. It was more than I could handle and
tears started to leak from beneath my blindfold.  It was hard to
gauge how this affected Aunt Sarah, but she did pause briefly
before she stuck her tongue back into my pussy.  She softly licked
around the outer edges, avoiding my clit.  I was still in agony
from the crop, but for some reason, the fire I felt on the backs of
my thighs seemed to be shooting right into my belly.  It was
painful, yet intensely erotic at the same time. I couldn't believe
it, but the pain only seemed to heightened the pleasure I was
feeling.  
After a few minutes of her oral ministrations, my aunt stopped and
removed my blindfold.  She was wearing a black leather bustier and
nothing else.  I had never really looked at her body before, but in
doing so now, I realized that she was a very striking woman.  Her
large breasts did not sag and there was almost no fat on her
thighs.  I did not have much time to marvel at this, however, for
she immediately picked up her riding crop, giving me 5 more
strokes.  It couldn't have been more than a split second from the
time the last stroke fell before she maneuvered her tongue directly
onto my clitoris.  The sensation was too much:  I immediately
exploded in orgasm.I had thought that my earlier climax was
intense, but this one was much more so.  Waves of pleasure seemed
to course through my body, my back arched uncontrollably and I
wished to scream out in delight.  Aunt Sarah was very much enjoying
this, she seemed to delight in the sheer control she had over me,
first giving me pain, then pleasure.  She removed the ball gag and
her bustier and for the first time in my life, I saw a grown woman
completely naked (other than myself, of course).  She was so
beautiful, I felt small and unimportant when I looked at her. 
"Time for you to reciprocate, my dear," she told me.  I was
uncertain what she meant at first, but when she straddled my body,
then scooted up to my face, I had a pretty good idea.  I was some
what repulsed by the thought of placing my mouth on another woman's
privates, but my fear of what she might do if I didn't comply
outweighed any aesthetic problems I had with cunnilingus.  
I cautiously explored her with my tongue, licking around the
outside of her pussy.  This was not what she had in mind,
evidently, for she grabbed my hair and forced my face into her
muff.  Getting the message, I remembered how I had went off like a
rocket when she had stimulated my clitoris, so I went straight for
hers.  This seemed to be what she was after, for she immediately
started moaning and grinding herself against my face.  I increased
the rate of my ministrations, making my tongue pointy, then
slipping it in and out of her love hole before again relentlessly
bearing down on her clit.  When she finally came, I thought she was
going to rip my hair out at the roots!  She lost all control of
herself, screaming out in pleasure and grinding even harder against
me.  I soon found out why, for as I continued to lick, a second,
then a third orgasm wrenched through her majestic body.  I had
never heard of multiple orgasms before, but I was pretty sure that
they were something that I wanted to experience too.  Finally, she
dismounted and sat at the foot of the bed, regaining her composure.
Aunt Sarah coolly looked me over as she recovered from her mighty
climax.  She seemed almost pensive, as if she couldn't decide what
to do with me next.
"Well, you seemed to have adjusted quite well to your situation,"
she said to me.  "I think you have been adequately punished for
your earlier transgressions.  I believe that you're ready for me to
consummate our relationship."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked her.  I again was filled with
mixed feelings.  On one hand, I feared her skilled whip hand, but
on the other, I was practically quivering with the thought of the
pleasure she had given me.
"It is time for you to experience your full womanhood.  I shall
take you to heights you never before dreamed existed." She went
over to the closet again, returning in a moment with something
strapped around her waist.  When I looked closely, I saw that it
resembled a large penis!  It was about 7 inches long and seemed
very thick. 
"No, please, don't do this to me!"  I shouted.  The last thing I
wanted in the world was to have my virginity taken by an artificial
penis, wielded by my own aunt! 
"Do I need to gag and blind you again?" she asked sternly.
"No," I answered in resignation, "I'll be good." She raised my legs
even higher than they were before, giving her full access to my
virgin pussy.  She slowly pressed the tip against my lips, then
slipped the head inside.  I gasped in amazement, nothing before of
this size had ever penetrated me.  Aunt Sarah seemed to have a look
of determination on her face as she slowly pushed the dildo inside
of me.  When she encountered my hymen, her determination only
seemed to increase.  She placed her right hand on my left breast
and slowly began to caress it.  This erotic movement took my mind
momentarily off of the invading dildo.  I relaxed to her kneading,
then, suddenly, the fake penis burst through my hymen and into my
canal.  I froze in panic, it felt like my insides were being torn
out from the inside.  Aunt Sarah responded to this by giving me a
deep soul kiss, her tongue probing into my mouth.  
Surprisingly, I found myself responding to her kiss fervently, my
own tongue intertwining itself with hers.  My vaginal walls slowly
began to relax as Aunt Sarah continued to kiss and fondle my
immobile body.  She slowly started to move the dildo in and out of
my body, using long sensuous strokes.  As she continued her
thrusting, it would rub against my clit, sending immensely
pleasurable feelings shooting up my spine.  She removed her hand
from my breast and concentrated on fully fucking me.  I could see
that the base of the dildo was grinding against her clit on each
stroke, and this was causing her to move faster and faster.  I
tried to throw my legs farther back, but, tied as they were to the
dowel, I could do nothing.  At this point I wanted to be as deeply
penetrated as possible, the stimulation was so intense! From the
depths of my belly, I felt my orgasm building.  It started as a
throbbing, a warm feeling deep inside me.  Slowly it built up,
becoming more intense by the second, causing me to twist
uncontrollably from side to side in my bonds.  
Aunt Sarah noticed this and fucked me even faster, her own orgasm
approaching as well.  The unbelievable feeling surfaced at my
clitoris as I erupted in climax, screaming out my joy, not caring
who heard it.  Soon there after, Aunt Sarah also came,bucking back
and forth and grinding the dildo against her clit.  I thought she
was done, but she continued her thrusting.  Amazingly, I felt
another orgasm building up deep within me.  Although the pleasure
threatened to overwhelm me, nothing was farther from my mind than
an end to it.  
She climaxed a second time, claiming me as her own as she did. She
began to caress both my breasts this time, adding to my
stimulation.  My orgasm approached rapidly, and as it did, Aunt
Sarah pinched my nipples simultaneously, very hard.  I screamed out
in pain/pleasure as wave upon wave of my second orgasm wracked my
body.  Aunt Sarah knew that, this summer, I would be at her beck
and call, that I was hers to train as she liked.  The powerful
sensations which she evoked in me were more than I could handle, I
knew that I could not say no to her requests, nor stop her from any
punishment she deemed fit. And with that, my adventure began....