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Summer at Aunt Sarah's
Part 1

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 I
would 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, embarrased 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 soundproofed.  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 though, 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
waste, 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 couning 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 had, 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.

Summer at Aunt Sarah's
Part 2

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 outler 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, avoding 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 highten 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 somewhat 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
cunniligus.  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 cooly 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 thereafter, 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....