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                            Summer at Aunt Sarah's
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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.

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....



ked 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....

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