Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2011 15:04:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Panty Warship (lesbian/incest, oral, anal, fetish, g/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl
and her aunt.  If this type of content offends you
or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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                    Panty Worship
                         By
                        Jan

	I was only eight years old when I was sent to
live with my mother's sister, Trish.  No one
considered the risk when they placed me on the train
that took me to Columbia, South Carolina.  I was
placed in the care of a kindly looking black porter.
It had all been a great adventure, but a little
frightening for me.  I felt safe in the company of
the porter.  He saw to it that my luggage was
unloaded, and that my Aunt Trish picked me up.

	Aunt Trish was very statuesque, tall, with an
hourglass figure, and with dark hair.  I was struck
by her conservative way of dressing.  It was a humid
summer's day, and she still had gloves on.  She had a
hat on that protected her from the sun.  It was as
if she feared getting freckles as a result of being
exposed to the sun.  She carried herself regally.
She kissed me on the cheek politely, tipped the
porter. And a second black porter put my luggage on
a cart, and followed us to her car.  She tipped him
after he had loaded my belongings in the trunk of
her car.

	On the ride home she commented on my petite
boyish figure.  I was a small, flat chested girl at the
time.  I had long black hair.  My figure was to
become a subject for Trish to tease me about.  She
would comment that is it were not for the missing
bulge in the front of my pants, I would look more
like a boy than a girl.  I was always embarrassed
when my figure was discussed.  I changed the
subject by asking about how far it was to her home.

	It was at least an hour's drive to her home.
The neighborhood was obviously a very affluent
community.  Her home was like a historical museum.
It was built in the 1890's.  It was Victorian in style.
It had been restored to its glory days.  There was
even a painted iron stable boy on the curb with a
ring in his hand, as if he was waiting for a visitor to
tether their horse in front of the house.  The
gingerbread embellishments on all of the supports
for the roof over the front porch were painted in
three colors.  It did look like a gingerbread castle in
yellow, green and brown.  When I entered the house
I was struck by the old fashioned furniture.  The
straight backed chairs were covered in floral woven
material.  They were dark carved wood with bent
legs and clawed feet gripping balls.  The inlayed desk
and cabinets had handles made of brass shaped like
lion heads with rings hanging from their mouths.
There was an authentic Persian area rug on the
floor.  Even the kitchen was right out of the past.
The stove was a black and yellow cast iron thing that
used coal oil.  The white porcelain handles of the
burners and the handle of the oven door looked worn
but in good condition.

	She showed me to my bedroom.  I spent the
afternoon putting my clothes in the old fashioned
dresser and hanging my clothes in the walk-in closet.
The bed had a white painted tubular steel head and
foot boards.  The room was appointed just like the
rest of the house.  Lace curtains with heavy velvet
drapes to close out all light at night.  The hardwood
floor also had a Persian area rug on it.  Trish's
bedroom was appointed similarly.  Her furniture was
larger to fill the larger bedroom and the bed was
made of polished brass.

	When she announced that it was bedtime, she
insisted that I sleep in her bed with her.  She was
sure that sleeping in a strange location would be
uncomfortable for awhile.  I followed her to her
bedroom.  I sat on the side of the bed.  The bed was
so high that it was a struggle for me to get on top
of it.  My feet dangled only halfway to the floor,
while I watched my aunt undress for bed.

	I discovered that her hourglass figure was
enhanced by a stiff corset.  When she was totally
naked she let down her dark hair.  She sat at her
dresser naked while she brushed out her hair.  Her
hair had a lustrous shine to it as it covered her back.
When she was finished she removed her makeup with
cold cream.  She looked in the mirror over her
shoulder and told me to undress.

	She stood up and came to the bed and pulled
back the bedspread and sheet.  Her sheets and
pillows were pink satin.  I kicked off my ballerina
flats and unbuttoned the back of my dress.  I
struggle to pull the dress from under my butt, and
over my head.  All I had on was my best delicate
panties.  While I had been getting undressed Aunt
Trish had settled down on her side of the bed.  It
was obvious that she intended to sleep in the nude.
I was not brave enough to sleep naked, so I left my
panties on.  Trish covered the two of us with the
pink sheet.

	It was a warm night, so blankets would not be
needed.  I could feel the warmth of Trish's body
without actually touching her.  It was not
unexpected when my aunt kissed me goodnight, but
she also placed her hand around my body and pulled
me close to her.  The right side of my body was
pressed against her body.  He left breast was
pressed against my arm, and her right tit was
resting on top of my arm, with the nipple pressed
against my ribcage.  She also laid her right leg over
my right leg.  She still rested her hand on my chest.
She was able to cover both of my nipples under her
hand.

	I was so surprised by her actions that I almost
held my breath.  She slid her hand down my warm
body to the junction of my legs.  My flesh was
sweaty.  When her fingers probed my virgin pussy, I
was wet.  She tickled my clitoris with her finger tip.
My breathing was ragged.  She tickled me until I had
a climax.  I had enjoyed rubbing myself before, but
had never experienced a climax like that before.
Aunt Trish did not ask or force me to do anything to
her that night.

	She simply rolled over onto her back and took
hold of one of her tits with one hand, and used her
other hand to play with her hairy pussy until she
started gasping for breath and making sounds that
sounded like she was in pain, but her face was
contorted in bliss.  I was fascinated with her
actions.  When she was finished I could not resist
rolling towards her and because I was laying on my
right side I had to use my left hand to touch her
wet hairy pussy.  It was very slimy, and I could smell
her pungent aroma.  After covering my fingers with
her slimy fluid I brought my hand to my face, so
that I could smell my fingers.  I felt my own pussy
tingle.  I clung to her body as we drifted off to
sleep.

	Upon waking in the morning, Trish was no place
in sight.  I got up, gathered up my clothes and went
to my room.  As I walked down the hall I smelled and
heard the sounds of cooking.  I washed my face,
brushed my hair and teeth before getting dressed.

	When I entered the kitchen, Trish gave me a
sweet smile and said, "Good morning, dear!  Did you
enjoy your sleep?"

	"Yes...Aunt Trish!"

	"Sit down at the breakfast table, we will eat,
and then we will discuss what we are going to do!"

	After breakfast she had me help wash dishes.
She had me pull my panties down to my knees and
spread my legs as wide as the panties permitted.
After she finished washing the dishes, and I was
still drying them she placed her soapy hand on my
butt.  Her strong fingers worked their way between
the cheeks of my ass.  I almost dropped a dish when
her finger found my tightly puckered asshole.  She
kissed me and told me, "Honey you will have to learn
to concentrate better!"

	When I started school, I was instructed to
take off my clothes as soon as I got home from
school, of course you have to leave your panties on!
I don't want any sits marks on my furniture!"

	When we went to bed she insisted that I sleep
in a training bra.  I did not need one because I didn't
have more than bumps on my chest, but the tight
straps were uncomfortable.  I'm sure she did that
just to make me aware that she had complete
control of me.

	Of course Aunt Trish was a strict
disciplinarian, when I misbehaved I had to pull my
panties down around my ankles.  I could not sit down
on any of her furniture, and had to walk about the
house hobbled by my panties.  The elastic in my
panties broke quickly.  I hardly had any panties that
had enough elastic to hold them up around my waist.
It became my job to hand wash her bras and
panties.  I sucked the juices out of the crotch and
seat of her panties before I hand washed them.  I'm
sure she masturbated during the day just so there
would be plenty of dried juice in them.

	When it was bedtime I was instructed to clean
her hairy pussy with my mouth.  I had to suck her
pussy until she climaxed, and had to lick up the fluid
she produced after her cum.  It was not a
punishment for me I could not think of anything I
wanted to do more that suck my aunt's pussy.  I even
licked her asshole to ensure it was clean too.  My
aunt was sure a wet woman.  I have never met a
woman that produced more cum than her.  By the
time I was 10-years-old I was a committed and
willing sex slave to my beautiful aunt.  I developed
even stronger fetishes as I grew older.  I'm still a
small breasted woman of 32, and envious of women
that are full breasted.  I still live in South Carolina.
I am a well respected professional in my field of
study.  I live a double life, at work I am known as
the 'Ice Queen' an efficient administrator, but at
home I'm a submissive slut.  Aunt Trish had passed
me on to a friend of hers before she passed away.

	My new mistress added to my fetishes by
having me satisfy other women by sucking their
pussies while they wore their panties.



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