5 comments/ 65586 views/ 48 favorites Island for Dickgirls: Lost Aunt By: YKN4949 Author's Note: This story is the first in a series of inter-related stories regarding women with penises. The stories will be related but will not be true sequels. That means you can read one "Island for Dickgirls" story and never read another, read them in any order, or (hopefully) read them all. To aid readers, I will include the same "introduction" section in every story. If you have already read an "Island for Dickgirls" story, feel free to skip down to the start of the story. Introduction San Clemente is a small island off the coast of California in an archipelago known as the Channel Islands. It is about 55 miles out to sea and is the property of the United States government. The island is around 57 square miles (twice the size of Manhattan). It is a very long and narrow island shaped a bit like an old fashioned straight razor blade. The coast line is craggily and the interior is relatively flat and grassy. The island was in the custody of the U.S. Navy from 1934 until 1958. It was taken over that year by NASA, around the same time the Administration was created. Initially it was a small research facility but it quickly grew and the government's plans for the island also expanded. A small town was built just north of the center of the island and an airport was put on the northern tip of the island. NASA acquired the island from the Navy with plans to initiate a massive full-scale. Since the outset, NASA began planning for eventual interstellar travel. The distances between stars, even at unbelievable speeds, is daunting. It would take a human built craft several generations to travel to the Sun's nearest neighbor. The stresses that would be placed on human beings, spending their entire lives inside of small spaceships, would be intense. NASA decided to genetically engineer the perfect specimen for long term space travel. Through the decades they perfected their new specimen. By 1985, they had created what would be the final design. They named the creatures Hish (Human Inter-Stellar Hybrids) and their characteristics were alarming. For all intents and purposes they appeared to be exactly like normal human women. They had the ability to become pregnant, they had breasts, and appeared to be woman in face and body shaped (most, in fact, were beautiful as the genes of only the best and brightest were engineered into the Hishes). However, these women also had something different. The NASA engineers who had worked on the first generation of Hishes in the 1960's had nicknamed them "dickgirls." Notwithstanding their vaginas, breasts, and generally feminine physique, the Hishes had penises and testicles. The theory for creating such creatures were quite sound. Women, in general, are more passive and better able to cope with the stresses of space travel. Their bodies are smaller and therefore more efficient. Further, if all of the Hishes were both able to become pregnant and impregnate others, they doubled the productive output of the species. They were further engineered to be unable to impregnate themselves through some accident or other. The Hishes had been engineered all over the country but in 1986, they were moved to San Clemente Island and a new colony was created to test the ability of the Hishes to cope with life on their own and wait for at time when other technology necessary for space travel caught up. Through an accident of rapid evolution in the test tube, three distinct classes of Hish were created. They were given class names A, B, and C. A-class Hishes ar born with full sized, often very large penises and large testicles. A-Class Hishes are around 40% of the population. B-class Hishes generally have medium sized penises which retract into the body and only became fully visible and erect during stages of arousal. B-class Hishes are around 50% of the population. C-class Hishes have small penises that are constantly visible but hardly ever erect. They are around 10% of the population. The Navy patrolled the island and ensured that no unwanted guests ever stepped foot on the island. Very quickly, the intelligent and industrious Hish population grew and began to thrive. Aside from their general isolation, the women (as they called themselves) lived relatively peaceful and prosperous lives on the island. They were given jobs as government contractors and produced many of the new and exciting innovations which helped the United States gain technological dominance in the last decade of the twentieth century. By 2020, the island was a thriving community with a population of over 52,000 Hishes. 30,000 of these women lived in the city of Camelot in the center of the island, another 10,000 lived in Athens near the airport, and 5,000 lived in Caroline of the Southern Coast of the island. The remaining 7,000 were scattered throughout the island in isolated homes and small towns. The style of life on the island was remarkably American and if not for the fact that the entire island was occupied by beautiful women, it could be confused for many small counties in the United States. However, looks can often be deceiving and things are not always what they seem. This is the story of life on that island. Long Lost Aunt Eileen Fuller awoke with a shot. The heard the bell ringing over and over again at her front door and she was not amused. She fumbled for her glasses and noticed that it was nearly 3 o'clock in the morning. She groaned and realized she probably wouldn't be able to fall back asleep before she had to wake up for work at 5 a.m. Whoever was at the door had better have a good excuse, she thought, or I am going to tear their arms off. She got up out of her bed and quickly slipped her bathrobe on. She saw her tired face in the mirror but smiled. She still looked young and sexy even as a 42 year old mother. She was 5'9 and weighed about 140lbs. She had medium length red hair and brown eyes. She had a somewhat large nose, but one that fit her delicate face. Her breasts were small, but remained perky despite her middle age. She exercised often and was proud of her muscular butt and legs. She was a class-B Hish with a 5" inch girlcock. She tied the drawstring around her body and headed downstairs to the first floor of her little split level home on the outskirts of Caroline. She turned on the porch light and opened the door. She blinked a couple of times when the door opened. She couldn't believe she was seeing the beautiful woman in front of her. She was 29 years old and had long, straight black hair with bangs hanging down in her eyes which were large and violet. She had thick full lips which were crimson and she had a tongue stud. Her breasts were large and she had a thin, flat stomach. She had a bit of a bubble butt, but it was in good shape. Her legs were long and shapely. She was around 5'4 and around 100lbs. She was a C-Class Hish with a 3.5" girlcock. "Aynsley?" Eileen asked, sincerely shocked, "Is that you?" "Hey sis," Aynsley said, taking a drag from her cigarette, "Can I crash here?" Suddenly Eileen's hand shot out quickly and strongly slapped Aynsley's face, knocking the cigarette out of her mouth and into the yard. "How dare you?" "Christ Eileen, what the fuck was that for?' Aynsley said, putting her hand up against her white-hot cheek. "I haven't seen you in 10 years Aynsley. I thought you were dead when you didn't show up for mom's funeral. Now you show up at my house in the middle of the fucking night, no explanation, and want a place to stay? Fuck you!" Eileen felt her whole body shaking. She knew that if she looked at her sister again she would hit her. However, when Aynsley spoke again, it was with a softer voice. "Hey Eileen, I am sorry. I didn't mean it to come out like that," she said, feeling tears welling in her eyes. All of the sudden, she was Eileen's little sister again and Eileen felt her heart softening, "I wasn't demanding anything. I am begging. I need help." "What's wrong Aynsley?" Eileen asked, this time softer. She opened the door and let her sister walk in. They both headed to the kitchen. Eileen began preparing tea and Aynsley sat down at the head of the table. Eileen returned a few minutes later and handed her sister a cup of green tea. She sat next to her for a minute and didn't speak. "Okay listen," Aynsley said, measuring her words and be particularly careful, "You know why I left all those years ago. Mom was not an easy person to live with. You got out and I spent all those years alone with her and I just needed to get away. I spent a lot of time in Camelot, in some of the shady places you hear about in the news. I have not had a very good life, but I couldn't come home. I didn't even know mom was dead until you just told me now. But listen sis, I just got myself cleaned up. I haven't had a drink in a month, nothing harder than that for almost 6." Aynsley was sobbing now and Eileen put her arm around her little sister. She didn't even think about her much anymore. She was shocked by how much she missed her. "Well I am glad to hear that," Eileen said. "Listen, I can't be with those people up in Camelot anymore. I am not strong like you are. If I am around them I am going to use," she said, baring her soul and being honest. "Well I am glad you are doing what needs to be done. Finally acting like a grownup," Eileen said. It was all Aynsley could do to keep from getting angry. She hadn't said it before, but she hated Eileen's judgmental attitude and the fact that she thought she was her second mother. It was at least part of the reason she had left in the first place. "I can get a job," she said, ignoring Eileen, "I am ready to turn my life around. I just need a place to stay for a while while I get on my feet. I thought maybe I could stay here?" she said. "You have a 18 year old niece in this house who can't even remember you," Eileen said, crossing her arms in front of her chest and taking a sip of her tea. She saw the shock in Aynsley's eyes. "Kendal is 18? Well I guess that's right," she said, shaking her head, "I want to be her aunt. I think it would be fun. I can help you, it must be hard. I assume Cara is still out of the picture?" Cara was the person who had sired Kendal, what the Hish's called a Donor. She had disappeared shortly before the girl's birth. While it was normal for Donor's not to be involved in their daughters' day-to-day lives, it was not common for them to disappear forever. "I am sure she would like to meet you," Eileen said, finally, "Listen. The guest room is right there to the right. I am going to go upstairs and go to bed. I have work tomorrow. You can stay here for a few weeks if you need to, but if you backslide, you're gone. I have to think about Kendal." "It won't be a problem," Aynsley said as Eileen got up from the table, "Honestly sis, I've changed." Eileen nodded and went upstairs. The next morning a commotion in the kitchen awoke Aynsley. She looked and the clock and remembered where she was and saw that it was 8 a.m. She slipped on some boxers and a wife beater and rubbed her eyes. She opened the door and saw her niece sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal. She was shocked by what she saw. This was not the toddler she had left all those years before, it was an actual teenager. Kendal had long black hair with bangs, just like her aunt. She had big, blue eyes and thick lips. She had a small beauty mark right over her lip on the right side of her face. She had small breasts, and a flat stomach. She was wearing a skirt which showed off her thin, delicate ballerina legs. She was 5'0 and around 95lbs. She was a class-A Hish with a bizarrely large (even for a Hish) 10" girlcock. The girl looked up from the cereal with an inquisitive look and Aynsley was terrified that this girl thought some random woman had broken into her house. "Mom is right," Kendal said in a soft, sweet voice, "I do look a lot like you." Aynsley laughed a little bit and then opened the fridge. "I was hoping she told you I was going to be here, I am your Aunt, Aynsley," she said and grabbed a grapefruit from inside. "It is nice to meet you Aunt Aynsley," Kendal said sweetly and finished up her bowl of cereal. "Oh please just call me Aynsley," She said, feeling older each second she talked to this strangely polite little girl. "Mom told me to call you Aunt Aynsley," the girl said as she drank the remaining milk from her bowl and got up from the table to put it in the dishwasher. Aynsley wanted to ask the girl if she always did everything her mother told her, but decided that it was probably none of her business and decided to change the subject. "So do you need a ride to school?" she asked. The girl grabbed her back pack and her eyes looked up towards the sky and she pursed her lips. Aynsley was amazed by what a beautiful young woman she had become. She felt a little vain thinking about it. Her niece did look a lot like her. "Sure," she said and they walked out to Aynsley's little car and crammed in. "Sorry it is so tight, I can't afford much more," She said and the girl laughed a little. She seemed like a sweet girl. Perhaps a little too reserved, but sweet. They talked about classes and friends the whole way to Seaside High School. Aynsley learned that her niece was, despite her good looks, a little bit nerdy and shy, but generally a good kid. She found that she liked the girl and looked forward to helping her out of that shell. Aynsley returned to Eileen's house, got a shower, got dressed, and headed out to apply for jobs. She spent most of the day applying to waitressing positions and other jobs where she would not need a lot of experience or schooling. By the time 6 o'clock rolled around, she was tired and disheartened. There were very few places hiring and she didn't know if she would ever get a job, but she felt good about going out and trying. Even Eileen said she was proud when Aynsley arrived for dinner. Dinner was nice and Eileen was in a better mood now that it was not the middle of the night. They had a nice quiet dinner and talked about their days. Eileen was a pharmacist and talked about the various people she had seen during the day and described bizarre diseases which unnamed patients possessed. Aynsley talked about her job search and her concern about the poor job market. Kendal talked a small amount about school and friends, but Aynsley could tell the girl was a bit intimidated by Eileen. She felt a lot of sympathy for the girl. She too had been a bit nervous around her own mother and couldn't describe why. She assumed that Kendal felt the same way. "Oh hey guys," Eileen said after dinner while she was cleaning up the dishes, "I have to get up very early tomorrow for work, so I hope you can both keep it down tonight," she said. Shortly after dinner she went upstairs and fell asleep. Kendal sat down at the kitchen table and started to do some homework. Aynsley decided to try to get to know Kendal a bit. She sat down next to her and decided just get on with it. "I used to be so scared of your grandmother," she explained and Kendal stopped writing, "Your mother could handle her easily but I just couldn't. It wasn't like she was violent with me or that she threatened me. It was just like she was so in control of everything that I couldn't take care of anything. I felt like she was crowding me out you know? I think that might have been part of my problem growing up. I am only now starting to figure out how to take care of thing." Kendal sat silently for a moment and fidgeted in her chair. Her beautiful face was wrinkled with concern and Aynsley could tell she had struck a nerve, "I am sorry that happened," the sweet girl said and Aynsley felt her heart warm, "Mom said that you and grandma didn't get along. I am sorry she died while you guys were still fighting." "Do you ever feel like that sweetie?" Aynsley asked, trying to keep the pressure on but in a gentle way. She felt like she was trying to both justify her own feelings as well as help this sad, sweet little girl. She was convinced that she wasn't trying to drive this girl away from her mother, but maybe somewhere deep inside, there was a little bit of that going on. "I don't know," The girl said, twitching in her seat. She was obviously uncomfortable and Aynsley felt a bit guilty. "Never mind honey," she said, backing off now, "I am sorry I kept you from doing your homework. Why don't you go back to work? I have to get a good night's sleep too. Got to get back to the job trail tomorrow." Aynsley felt a bit defeated. She knew that there was something to this, but she couldn't push herself to finish it and talk to the girl. Kendal would thank her later if she could. But she couldn't tonight. She headed to her room and fell asleep a few hours later, watching the TV. The next day she got up early and hit the streets. However, it was barely lunch when she exhausted the last of the places in town that she hadn't yet applied to. She headed home, feeling a bit defeated. She couldn't do anything now but sit and pray that she got an interview somewhere. Anywhere. She made it back to the house and made herself a little bit of lunch and then sat down to watch TV. At around 8:00 p.m. the front door opened and she heard someone come in. She looked and saw Eileen in the kitchen. She looked tired from her long day. "Get a job?" she asked rudely. "I applied at a bunch of places," Aynsley replied honestly. "Well you'd better get one soon. This is a home, not a half-way house," Eileen said. Aynsley didn't care for her sister's attitude when she was tired, but she didn't have any place else to go so she apologized. Eileen half-snorted and half-nodded, "I know. Hey I am beat. I am going to bed. Can you take care of Kendal tonight? Get her something to eat?" "Sure," Aynsley said and her sister's attitude softened. Eileen headed upstairs to her room and the door slammed. Aynsley felt the old tension in her chest she always felt when she was with her mother or her sister. Like she was a giant disappointment. She sat without moving for nearly half an hour, just feeling the tension wash over her body. She wanted badly now to have a drink and considered checking the fridge for beer or cheap boxed wine. However, as she got up to check the door opened again. This time it was Kendal, home from after school SAT practice that her mother had signed her up for. She rushed into the house, sobbing, but trying to do so quietly. She walked straight into the kitchen and then she noticed Aynsley standing in front of her and a look of absolute horror covered her face. She turned to walk away. "Whoa there honey, what's wrong?" "Nothing Aunt Aynsley," the girl said and wiped the tears away, "I knew my mom would be asleep now I didn't think you'd be home. I didn't mean to bother anyone." "Kendal you didn't bother me," Aynsley said, feeling guilty that the girl had even considered this. "Don't worry, I am fine." "Come to my room sweetheart," Aynsley said in a soft, welcoming voice, "It is a safe place. Anything you say there to me absolutely stays in that room." The girl considered it for a moment, the tears still fresh in her eyes. Aynsley could see that Kendal both needed to talk but desperately didn't want to. It was a feeling she knew all too well. Finally, the girl nodded and they both walked over to the guest room. Kendal sat down on the bed and sat silently for a few moments. Aynsley decided to wait and let the girl begin when she felt comfortable. Aynsley sat down on a chair next to the bed and leaned forward in an earnest fashion. She felt a bit ridiculous herself. It wasn't her nature to provide advice to anyone. Yet, from the moment she had seen her the day before, Aynsley had felt a special connection with this girl and felt that if anyone could help her, it was her aunt. Finally, after a few minutes, Kendal spoke. Island for Dickgirls: Lost Aunt "It's just sort of everything Aunt Aynsley," she said, sighing deeply. "What do you mean sweetie?" Aynsley asked, brushing the hair out of her own face and smiling sweetly to the girl. "Well first its school you know? I just go there and I feel like everyone sees right through me. I go into classes and it isn't like anyone is mean to me or teases me or anything. It's worse. I can't get anyone to talk to me or anything. I mean I know that most of it is my fault..." "No. No it isn't your fault," Aynsley said, feeling her heart breaking. "Yes it is Aunt Aynsley," Kendal said in an earnest and powerful voice, "I think that if I talked to people they wouldn't hate me. I might not be the most popular girl in school but I think I could make friends." Aynsley was confused. "Then why not talk to people?" "When I walk up to people I just sort of freeze up. I can't think of a word to say. I just sort of stammer a bit and then the people walk away. I could do it, but I can't get myself to do it," she said and then she began sobbing again. Aynsley put her arm around the girls shoulder and Kendal leaned into her, crying onto the sleeve of her aunt's black t-shirt. "It's okay Kendal," she said, smoothing the girl's hair, "It isn't as easy as people think. I understand." "Then I come home and it's like the same thing. My mother just sort of looks through me. The only time she talks to me is when she is yelling. It's like you were saying yesterday about your mom," Kendal said, real bitterness entering her voice now. The source of the girl's lack of confidence was quite clear to Aynsley now. "Your mother loves you," she said, trying to come up with something, anything, to cheer her niece. "I know," Kendal said, stopping her crying now, "She just doesn't have any clue how a girl like me needs to know about it." That hit Aynsley in the gut. She knew exactly what Kendal was talking about. She pulled the girl tighter in a hug. She just held her for a long while, letting the girl feel the love. She sensed the tension leave the girl's body and knew she was on the right track. She wanted to continue this path of relaxation and decided to change the subject. "But you are so beautiful Kendal. I can't believe their aren't girls knocking down your door," she said smiling. Kendal giggled a little bit and then bit her lip. "Lots of girls have asked me out on dates. Especially girls who haven't heard me bumble and sputter when I am talking," she explained, "But mom won't let me date." Aynsley winced. She wanted to keep conversation away from Eileen and anything negative. She changed her tone to a bit more conspiratorial clip. "Not until college." "What class are you?" she asked. The young girl blushed and turned away, "Oh come on. You can tell me, I am your aunt!" Aynsley poked the girl playfully on the shoulder and she heard Kendal giggle. "I don't know. Mom told me not to talk about that from the time I was a little girl," Kendal replied. Aynsley almost pulled her hair out of her head. She was tired of hearing about Eileen. She made an executive decision. "It can't be any more embarrassing than me," she explained, "I am a C-Class. It's only like three and a half incheslong." Aynsley was very sensitive about her girldick. She often made lovers wait a dozen dates before she would show it to them. Most Hish's enjoyed a big cock for getting fuck with and a little one for sucking, but Aynsley took no solace from the fact that some people found it very sexy to have a small cock. She had always wanted a big one. She had thought it would give her confidence. "I am an A-Class," Kendal said, with a little bit of confidence. She stopped there for a moment. Her aunt raised her eyebrows at her inquisitively, "Fine. It is about ten inches long." Aynsley couldn't believe what she was hearing. She thought that maybe the girl was pulling her leg, but she didn't even flinch. "That is crazy!" she said finally and her jaw dropped. Kendal blushed and turned away, "No honey. Don't feel bad, believe me. I have never been with a girl that big. I have never heard of a girl that big. But it is a major fantasy of every girl I have ever met. If you want to be the most popular girl in school, you should stop wearing panties when you change in gym class," she said. Aynsley couldn't believe that this delicate little girl had such a huge cock. She found herself fantasizing about what it would look like and feel like. She had to shake her head to get herself back into the moment. "Are you serious?" the girl asked. She was surprised too. She figured she was a freak and that no one would ever want her except for maybe large, unattractive girls. "Believe me," she said. She could almost feel Kendal smiling. They both were sitting on the bed now and considering this new information. Aynsley was more confused than she had ever been in her life and Kendal felt more confident. Suddenly the young girl was struck by an idea. "Aunt Aysnley?" she asked in a soft, nervous voice. "Yes dear," her aunt replied. "What is the biggest person you have ever...been with?" she asked. Aynsley felt a chill run through her body. She loved to talk about sex and she was incredibly excited. "Well I guess that is like two questions," she explained without pause. She didn't want the girl to think that it was in any way an inappropriate question, "You see there are two different ways I guess to have sex. Well I mean, more than two ways, but two main categories when you are considering size. There is vaginal sex and there is anal sex." "Anal sex?" Kendal asked. "Jesus Kendal," Aynsley said incredulously, "Your mother needs to back off a little bit and let you live. Vaginal sex, obviously, is when the girlcock goes in your pussy. Anal sex is when it goes up your ass." "People like that?" Aynsley said, now it was her turn to be incredulous. "It is an amazing feeling. Both of them. I really like it in my ass though. Don't knock it til you try it sweetie," Aynsley said, a bit defensively. "Well how big?!" Kendal asked, bouncing on the bed with anticipation. "I once took an 8 inch dick in my pussy. I took a 7 inch cock in my ass one time. I felt like that one was going to split me in half but it was amazing," she explained. She felt her asshole tingle even as she explained it. Suddenly she felt a bit nervous and looked at the clock. It was getting late. "You mean I am way bigger?" Kendal asked, feeling excited now. "Yes honey," Aynsley said, feeling like her whole body was on fire, "But it is late now and I need to get some sleep. Why don't we talk more when you get home from school tomorrow?" she suggested. She needed to get to bed. She didn't know where these sexual feelings were coming from, but they felt wrong on many different levels. Kendal looked a bit disappointed but she nodded her head. "But Aunt Aynsley," she said suddenly, "I don't have school tomorrow. It is a teacher workday." "Well then we can spend the whole day together," Aynsley said and found that she was already looking forward to it. Kendal was in a better mood now and she skipped out of the room. "Good night. I am going to go right to sleep because I want it to be tomorrow. Love you Aunt Aynsley," Kendal said in a light hearted voice. Aynsley had a tough time falling asleep, but finally, she managed to do it. The next morning she was awoken by a gentle knock on her door. She shook her head and realized that it was probably Kendal. "Come on in!" she said. Eileen walked in through the door. She looked flustered and unhappy. "Watch Kendal for me," she ordered, "She didn't tell me she didn't have school and I don't want her home alone." Aynsley didn't care for Eileen's tone and she was still angry at her for making Kendal upset. She crossed her arms. "I don't know," she said haughtily, "I was planning on going out of town to look for a job today." Eileen rolled her eyes but she knew she was caught. If she had to bring Kendal to work with her it would be a disaster. That girl was always so mopey and unhappy; it just made the day crawl by. "Here is fifty bucks. Take her to the movies or, better yet, take her down to the beach and get a swim in or something," she suggested. "And?" "And I'll pay for you to go out to dinner or out on a date or something later this week after I get paid," she said desperately. "Deal," Aynsley said and Eileen quickly dropped the cash on the table and left for work. Aynsley laughed to herself. She would've gladly done it for free. She went back to sleep for a few hours and then Kendal knocked on the door and woke her for good. "Aunt Aynsley, are you up?" the girl asked, inching the door open slightly. "Yes Kendal," She said, wiping the sleep from her eyes, "Want to go down to the beach?" she asked. Kendal smiled and laughed happily. "I have to go get a bathing suit on," she said and rushed out. Aynsley got up and went to get her bathing suit as well. Within a few minutes they were cruising in Aynsley's tiny car on their way out to the beach. Kendal was wearing a pair of tight white shorts and a yellow tank-top over her bathing suit. Aynsley was wearing a black t-shirt and a red skirt. They listened to music and chatted sweetly for the five mile ride out to the ocean. It was a bit of a chilly day and most people were at school or work for the day. When they closed the door to their cars and looked down at the ocean, there were only a few people down into the water. They trudged through the thick sand and made their way near the water. "I used to swim down here in high school," Aynsley explained, "Follow me. I know a good spot." Kendal nodded and the two walked along the beach for a while towards a large cliff that jutted out into the water. Aynsley waded out into the water ankle deep and they both shivered as they walked out around the outside of the cliff. Finally, they rounded the corner. There, they saw was Aynsley remembered from her wild high school days. Behind them was the cliff jutting out into the ocean that they had seen before. In front of them was a similar cliff. The two cliffs angled back from the water into a tight corner. There was essentially a small triangular shaped, smooth rocky area that was sunk deep into the cliffs and bounded by the ocean. It was supremely secluded, sunny, and quiet. "This place is beautiful!" Kendal said as she spread her blanket out on the warm rock. Aynsley did the same. Aynsley slipped off her t-shirt and skirt and reveal a tight, black bikini underneath, also revealing her bellybutton stud. She felt the young girl's eyes on her body. Then Kendal started to slip out of her own clothes. She was wearing a red bikini that she had bought a year before but never worn. It was a bit small for her and her small breasts were pouring out the sides. Aynsley could clearly see the outline of the girl's massive cock inside the bottoms. She was shocked. The girl had not been lying. They both lay down on their towels with their sunglasses on and soaked in the rays. They both fell asleep for a while and then Aynsley awoke when she felt the water rise to the point where it tickled her feet. She quickly stood and moved her towel back to the point where it would not be wet. She looked over at Kendal who was still sleeping, having placed her towel a little ways back. Aynsley looked the girl all over and was surprised by how beautiful the girl looked. She noticed that something was strange and the almost immediately realized what it was. She looked over at her niece and saw that the tip of the girl's massive dick had slipped out of the ill-fitting bathing suit bottom. Aynsley was mesmerized. It was as though it had its own life force and was staring her down. It was circumcised and it had a big, pink tip, probably the size of a golf-ball. Only about two inches were poking out, but it was more than Aynsley could handle. She got down on her hands and knees and started to crawl towards her young niece who remained completely asleep. Aynsley was right next to Kendal now and she could smell her light perfume. Her skin was so creamy and looked so soft. Aynsley wanted so badly to touch her. She looked at the penis. It was so gorgeous. Aynsley loved big cocks. She had a bit of a reputation as an easy chick if you were an A-class around Camelot. People knew that she would blow just about anyone. Something caught her eye. A bit of string. She realized that the corners of Kendal's bikini were held together with drawstrings. She thought for a moment about what she was going to do. She had two conflicting feelings. She knew what her body wanted. Her mouth was watering, her pussy was tingling, and her asshole was trying to gape open to accept the tight little package into her body. On the other hand, she was related to this girl. Even with a massive cock, Kendal was still just a teen girl, just barely a woman. She agonized over her emotions for several minutes, but in the end, she was a slave to her body. Aynsley took hold of the drawstrings on either side of Kendal's bikini and gently pulled. They untied easily and the material lay only loosely over Kendal's body. Aynsley paused now for a moment. Her heart was beating a million times a minute and her entire body felt tight and claustrophobic. Her hands were shaking as she gently lifted the fabric up and exposed her niece's massive cock. The aunt gasped as she saw it. Kendal had clearly not been exaggerating. Coiled against the girl's body was a massive cock. Aynsley was very surprised by its obvious soft texture and uniform pink color. Aynsley wanted the cock so bad. She loved the way A-class cock's looked when they were limp. She had always wanted to suck off an impotent A-class Hish, just to feel the thick, soft flesh enter into her mouth and feel the cum shoot out of it like a fire hose into her throat. Aynsley got down on her stomach between Kendal's legs, moving carefully so as not to disturb the girl. She placed her head on her hands and set her elbows on the rock beneath her body. Her face was just a few inches from Kendal's cock and she could smell the girl's musk. She breathed it in and tried not to moan out loud. Tentatively she moved her hand out and with two fingers, lifted the limp cock away from Kendal's body. She felt its weight in her hand and tried to control it as it immense weight flopped in her hand. Eventually she moved her two fingers up to just below the tip. She was moving faster now, her body moving knowingly and skillfully. She always remembered why she loved being a slut when she was around a big dick. She opened her mouth now and took the massive head into her mouth. She loved the smooth feeling of the dome against her tongue. She turned her eyes upward and saw the small swell of her niece's breast and her angelic face, still sleeping deeply. Aynsley started to feed the cock into her mouth, going deeper and deeper. Feeling the silky skin slide into her throat. Her body felt electric and all her senses were severely heightened. She closed her eyes and kept moving her head farther and farther down. She was uncontrollably rubbing her own cock against the flat rock she was laying on. She was so excited. She was grinding her hard cock on something hard and there was a dick in her mouth, she was in heaven. Suddenly, the cock seemed to swell in Aynsley's mouth. She knew what was about to happen and she smiled to herself. This was her favorite part. Suddenly a thick load of hot sperm shot down into Aynsley throat. She was amazed by the amount. She started to inch the cock out of her mouth to avoid choking and the thick liquid filled her mouth. It was the consistency of honey and tasted salty and sweet. It was the most delicious thing Aynsley had ever tasted. She allowed it to fill her mouth and she swallowed it down quickly. It started to fill again and overflowed from her mouth and covered her bikini and breasts. Finally, at long last, the orgasm stopped and Aynsley swallowed again. She sat for a moment and took in what had occurred. Suddenly, the gravity of what she had done hit her and her eyes flew open. The large, mournful eyes of her niece were staring at her in dumfounded disbelief. The girl was propped up on her shoulders and her chest was heaving from the exertions in her sleep. "Aunt Aynsley?" The girl asked tentatively in a shaking voice. Aynsley decided not to look back for a second. Aynsley took the cock in her hand and finally took the tip out of her mouth. "Just do what feels natural my beautiful girl," She said and the girl smiled nervously. Aynsley decided to act. She got up on her knees and reached behind her back an unhooked her bikini top. Next she flopped back on her butt and gently worked her bikini bottom off of her body. Her cock was hard and erect and she could see Kendal staring at it, "You want this?" she asked. "Okay," Kendal said, biting her lip and giggling. The cock was tiny and Aynsley probably would've laughed if another girl wanted to fuck her with it, but Kendal was a virgin and it was just perfect for her. Aynsley inched forward on her knees and then draped herself over her niece. She felt the girl's massive, soft dick against her body. She leaned forward now, her breasts against Kendal's breasts. She looked deeply into the girl's eyes and kissed her on the lips. Kendal could taste her own cum on her aunt's mouth, and found that she liked it. Aynsley continued to kiss the girl and they both were silent. Only the gentle crash of the surf against their tiny rock upset the total silence. Aynsley put her hands against the girl's hips. She carefully found her bearings and felt the tip of her tiny cock rub against Kendal's pussy. The girl shivered and was completely still. "Breathe," Aynsley said and then slowly slid her cock in the girl. She felt the intense warmth on the inside of the girl's body. She felt the cum on her tits rub against the girl's bikini top, and mostly she felt with intense desire the large cock coiled against her stomach. Slowly she began to thrust her hips into Kendal's body. The girl moaned in a high pitched voice and Aynsley felt love. The girl was so cute, squirming on her back and enjoying the tiny cock spearing her insides. They moved together in a slow, loving rhythm for several minutes. Kendal had her legs spread wide and her head rolled back against the rock with her eyes closed. Her hands were on Aynsley's wrists and her Aunt's hands were on Kendal's hips. Suddenly, Aynsley began to pump harder. She knew that she was about to cum and she could tell it was going to be intense. She closed her eyes and her whole body shook. She began to cum hard. Her entire body ached from it, her pussy and her asshole tightened as she shot her hot cum into Kendal's pussy. "Put some in my mouth," Kendal said, surprising even herself, as she moaned loudly as the cock continued to slam into her. Aynsley felt a rush deep inside of her and liked this nasty side of her niece. It reminded her of herself in high school. Aynsley pulled the still cumming dick out of Kendal's body. It shot cum all over the girl's stomach and even as Aynsley stood and walked to Kendal's mouth, it shot cum on the girl's tits and face. Desperately, Kendal took the cock in her hand and guided it into her mouth. She sucked the last few drops of cum out of her Aunt's body, Enjoying the sweet flavor. Finally, Aynsley collapsed next to her niece, exhausted. They lay there for a few moments, panting next to one another. They both felt a bit embarrassed now and neither wanted to break the silence. But they were still both very horny. They both knew what they wanted and after a few moments of recuperation, they began to move together as though there had been a plan. Kendal's cock was hard now and it was an amazing sight. It was now about as wide around as a Red Bull can. The girl sat down with her back against a rock. Island for Dickgirls: Lost Aunt Her aunt squatted on top of her and Kendal started to place the tip of her cock against her aunt's asshole. As a Hish, Aynsley's asshole was self-lubricating as a result of an extra gland. She was slippery wet as the tip touched her asshole. She tried to move quickly, to get the full brunt of the force. However, it was much larger than anything she had ever dealt with before. She grunted and groaned, stretched and ached in a way that she had not done since she was in high school. She felt her niece's hands on her hips, guiding her down so that the cock shoved deeper and deeper into her body. Aynsley felt like her whole body was being ripped in two. Kendal couldn't believe how amazing the inside of her Aunt's asshole felt. It was so smooth, warm, and soft. She knew that she wouldn't last for very long. In only a few moments, Aynsley came first. She felt a ripple through her body and her small, erect cock was spurting more hot cum. Turning her Aunt into a sperm fountain sent Kendal over the edge. She thrust her cock up hard and Aynsley screamed so loud her voice cracked and she fell backwards in a faint. At this same moment, Kendal came, shooting hot thick ropes of cum into her aunt's ass. They lay there for a long while. They were both very confused. It was as if the entire urge had come out of nowhere. But it wasn't leaving. They still desired one another, but it was different. They felt content now, as though something had been glued together permanently when they had been with one another. Neither could've articulated it in any fashion, but both understood it. "Come away with me," Aynsley said, "don't go back home to your mother. Be mine" "Okay," Kendal said quietly but with conviction. They packed up their things and dove into the ocean to clean themselves. When they got back to their car they headed for the opposite side of the island and never looked back. The End Everyone: thank you so much for reading this story. Please, please rate the story and comment on it. Send me an e-mail through literotica or through the Forum if you want it to be private. I read all the responses and I want to give you all what you want. 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