A few times, he checked out a patient while I was there. Once, a girl from my school had a minor operation and it was weird seeing her laying there asleep. I thought it was an accident when he opened her gown to check her heart or something and I saw her tits. He saw me looking at them, laughed and said I'd just have to get used to seeing women exposed if I was going to be a doctor. I don't think he noticed that I got a hard-on. He told me not to tell anyone what I'd seen.

But it started happening more often, especially if he was aware that I knew the patient. Like when Mrs. Greene, my history teacher, was in there. She had surgery on the side of her neck for something and had a little bandage there. She was still out and I was standing right next to Dr. Ramsey when he real casually pulled her gown up to her waist! I was standing there looking at my teacher's pussy!

She is probably in her late thirties and nice looking. She's married. She always seemed real quiet and conservative so I was really surprised that her pussy hair was shaved down to just a strip up the middle. The hair was light brown and real curly. Her legs were open a little bit and she didn't have much hair there, so I saw her her cunt real clearly. After a minute, Dr Ramsey pulled the gown back down and gave me a wink.  I knew then that he showed me her pussy on purpose, just to give me a peek at it. I had to go to the bathroom and jack off afterwards. Mrs. Greene never even knew I was there and I get boners in her class all the time now.

We never talked about what he was doing. It was like Dr. Ramsey and I had this understanding. He knew that I'd never tell anyone and ruin the peeks at women I was getting.

Then my mom had to go in for an operation on her wrist. She got that carpal tunnel thing from using her computer at work.

My mom is 42 and a still good looking. I admit I've spied on her a few times when she was getting dressed. But I never really got a good look at her. But at least she never caught me peeking either. Good thing, because she'd have gone nuts!

When the time for her surgery got close, I  kind of casually mentioned it to Dr. Ramsey. He didn't say anything but smiled and winked at me.

Of course, with my typical luck, when I looked at my schedule for the day Mom was having her surgery, I was assigned to pass out magazines up on the patient floors! Shit! So much for my fantasies about getting a peek at her!

But when I reported to the floor I was supposed to work on, the head nurse there said my schedule had been changed. I was supposed to work in the recovery room! I didn't ask how it got changed. I knew Dr. Ramsey had done it.

My Dad was out in the waiting area and wouldn't be allowed to see Mom until she was fully awake. Dr. Ramsey said she'd be given more anesthesia than some other patients and would really be out. He gave me a wink. I had a hard time concealing my hard-on.

One of the nurses in recovery nearly ruined everything by sending me on an errand way on the other end of the hospital. By the time I got back, Mom was out of surgery already and I was afraid that I missed my chance.

But Dr. Ramsey waved me towards him and made some excuse about needing my help with one of the patients. He took me to my Mom's little room.

He didn't hesitate or play any games this time. He closed the door and pulled the sheet down off my unconscious mom. The gown she had on reached halfway down her thighs. It was white with little blue flowers, Her right wrist had like a cast on it. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was sleeping peacefully. He pulled her gown up to her waist and then, with my help, all the way up to her armpits. My unconscious, helpless mother lay naked before my eyes!

I knew she was a 34D because I'd looked at her bras, but her tits looked even bigger as she laid there. Her nipples are maybe two inches across and the teat parts stick up like little finger tips. Her pussy was covered with thick brown hair that was a little darker than the hair on her head. Her slightly open legs gave me my first look at her cunt.

Dr. Ramsey watched me with a funny grin on his face. I'd never touched a patient before but now I took one of my mom's tits in each hand and squeezed them. So soft! The nipples felt like fine leather. Before I knew it, I had my mouth on the left one, sucking it. My hand was actually shaking as I put it on her pussy and found the hair much softer than it looked. Dr. Ramsey opened her legs some for me and I poked around in her slit, found the hole and pushed my finger up into her. I was fingerfucking my mom!

Dr. Ramsey quietly said, “I know what you want and you'd better hurry up!”

As I frantically pulled my pants off, he got Mom's legs further apart. My cock was hard as a rock and throbbing so hard that it actually bounced. I climbed up on the bed, got on top on my mother and tried to stick my cock in her. I'd never had sex before so it took me a minute to get it in the right spot. I finally got in the right position and pushed. As my cock went up her cunt, I think my hair stood on end. That's how great it felt!

I started humping real hard and fast. Mom's tits were jiggling from my pumps. I tried to make it last but it was no use. Real quickly, I started cumming inside her, shooting spurt after spurt, filling her cunt.

I rolled off her, totally done in and my cum started leaking out right away.

I was really surprised to see Dr. Ramsey standing there with his cock out, jerking off. He really had a big one and I felt kind of embarrassed about my smaller dick.

As he began stroking it faster, he moved closer to the bed. He leaned forward over my naked, sleeping mother and began cumming all over her tits. He sighed and gasped as he shot off on her. The last couple little spurts landed on her belly. He took his still dripping cock and put the tip of it between my Mom's slightly open lips and stroked his shaft hard to make the last few drops fall into her mouth.

We just stood there for a minute, looking at her. Her cunt was open and my jizz was dribbling out. Her breasts gleamed with the glaze of Dr. Ramsey's cum.  But she made a slight moan so we had to hurry and clean her up. Otherwise, I think I might have fucked her again.

We worked together and soon had her cleaned up. Dr. Ramsey used a syringe to get most of the cum out of her cunt but couldn't get it all, of course. Before he pulled her gown back down, I reached underneath and stuck my finger up her asshole, just to see what it felt like. It wasn't as tight as I thought it would be, making me wonder if Dad fucked her ass.

I left before she woke up.

From anything I could see, Mom never knew what I did. Afterwards, I was kind of worried because I really didn't know if she was on the pill. I didn't know what I'd do if I'd gotten her pregnant. But a couple weeks later, I overheard her telling my Dad that she had her period so everything was Ok.

Dr. Ramsey and I never talk about what happened with Mom and since then, all I've done is look at women. But if Mrs. Greene or someone else comes in, I might get the chance to do more!

 Now this aunt of mine had a regular meeting with her peers. They sat around a very large table,sometimes it was knitting,other times crochet,but mostly it was gossiping. I heard some pretty lurid goings on about and between various of our village people. The end of each item of gossip was followed by, mmm's! or the dirty cat! and cackly giggle's. A real gathering of old witches round their caldron I reckoned. I figured the worst that could happen to me was,aunt chucking a frogs leg in the brew and her spell turning me into some undesirable freek.

 They always went on as though I was invisible,which suited me fine as I amused myself under this table soo-say playing with the owners big black cat,but actually knelt up on my haunches,looking to see as much up skirt as was displayed by these not so undesirable female's. Aunt knew on these occasions I wasn't invisible,because when I got by her legs I put my face very close to her knees and blew warm breath up her skirt. The response was always the same,her hand would come down and swat at my face,too which I could hardly contain myself from giggling out loud.

 The real intent was too make her open her thighs so I could see her knicker's and hopefully perhaps her pussy. Equally,alone later,she'd scold me and tell me what a dirty little sod I was. Very occasionally I'd see her knicker's and the first time a piece of her pussy was uncovered. Once when she seemed to be sat nearer the front of the chairs squash,her knicker material was pressing right up into her quims slit. Funny that,it was the first time I got a boner and I wasn't sure why my prick had done something new. But from then on I gave it a boner everyday.

 Other of my peers in boy talk,said if I rub it long and hard enough,I'd cum. In questioning about cum,they just said,you'll shoot spunk out the end,you know,the stuff women need to have a baby. I didn't know,but no way was I going to admit that. On getting to my aunts that day I asked her,'What do women use spunk for?' only to be told, "None of your business,I ought to take you and wash your dirty little mouth out with soap" 'Why? I only wondered,what have I said wrong?' "You'll realise one day" So that was the end of that.

 Of course in the not to distant future,I realised all of this and my infatuation with my aunt's body,but at this moment all I wanted was a touch. So at my aunt's next meeting I duly disappeared under this table,done my rounds of thigh's then launched into my plan. Blowing as normal got the usual response,the excitement of what I intended doing next made my cock throb,another sensation I would have to get used too for the foreseable future.

 I touched aunty's inner legs,again a gentle unobtrusive swipe with a push to my hand plus a flicking movement to indicate, 'Stop now' I timed this plan to coincide with a particularly lurid tale about a farmer's daughter I also knew,but a bit older than myself who had got taken by,it was rumoured,her brother and father. Nothing like a good smutty rumour to loosen thigh's I guess. As the story reached its smutty climax,my aunt's swiping stopped and she just stayed put with my fingers trying to prize her legs open. I could feel her leg muscles forcing her thigh's closed as my hand moved like a worm farther up the inside of her thigh. As if in desperation,she quickly opened and clamped shut on my hand,but in that instant she lost because my finger's made contact with her knicker covered pussy. Again a hand caught my arm and weakly tried to pull it down from her thigh's.

 She now clamped me so tight I almost panicked that she was going to yell out. But no,my hand was again left alone. Trying like hell to wiggle my fingers at her slit,to me I was making no headway,but it now became clear to my aunt my intent and it must have done something because her thigh's loosened and opened enough for me to smooth a finger along part of her slit. In fact the loosening was enough for me to press her knicker's into her slit which now felt a groove of damp knicker material. This had climaxed with the end of the farmer tale. I heard my aunt's voice, "All very intreguing,I wonder how it made her feel if its true?"

 Daringly now,I made my next move. I hooked a finger into what felt the loosest leg of her knicker's. I could feel her pubes and what turned out to be her hood. Also a little hard thing like a bean under this fold of skin. As I touched this,I heard aunt say, "God,my backs aching today,I need to sit forward for a while,I wonder why that is,this is my usual chair and they're always so comfortable" Immediately I lost touch as she moved her bum quickly forward. Drat,I had to start all over again. I needn't have worried,her legs were no longer closed so tight,in fact she had her thigh's apart with her quim right at the edge of the chair. Even more so,on moving I noticed she went to far forward,then sat,she moved back some. What a cunning bitch,this had the effect of loosening her knicker's downwards just a little.

 Now I put my hand back,no further resisting,she actually opened even wider as my small fingers found that little hard bean again. I pulled at the knicker material and got it off her cunt completely. There it was in all its glory,she had a wetness along the slit which I probed until I found a deeper part,with fore and middle finger making a vee here I found it opened up the lips to show a hole about half an inch in size. Because this hole was almost facing the floor as my aunt sat so far forward,I lay looking up at it. I attempted to push my finger up it. Her hand craftily came down again and grasping my wrist she pulled my finger's back to the bean and pressed my hand quickly at it several times,prompting me to keep tickling her here.

 As I did I felt her figgeting, while more and more juice seemed to appear from inside this hole I'd found. Aunt's legs slammed shut then open several times as I heard a strange gaspy sound above. A vice like grip stopped all further movement as I heard one of the women say, "You okay Edna,hurting is it? you'll need to lay down when you get home" "Yeah,that was a real twinge that time,I haven't felt it like that for years" I moved away from my aunt as she moved back in the chair. "God,that made me go all funny for a mo' then" "Sammy,where are you,your aunt needs to be helped home,she's poorly" The host had given her command. I appeared from the opposite end of the table from my aunt. "Come on,coat on,off you go,look after her mind on the way and when you get there,no going out and leaving her alone"

 We duly left with my aunt as I guessed rightly,feigning illness. Nothing was said on the way. I thought I was for the high jump,but on arriving and going indoors. My aunt surprised me by saying, "You little bugger,where did you learn to do that,don't you ever do it to me again in public" Even more shockingly now she pulled her skirt up, "Look,go on look what you done to me,I'm absolutely soaking,do you know why? - Answering her own question, - you gave your aunt an orgasm,know what that is? No, it makes a woman want that spunk you asked me about,that's what"

 I stood mesmerized at the quim she was displaying at me. 'Sorry aunty,I can't give you any yet,I could get some from a mate for you' "No,I don't mean I want some,its just that it makes women want some,you know from that" She pointed at my cock. "Come here,come on,lets have a cuddle. - I moved to her,forgiven I hoped, - listen,its got to be a secret,no telling or boasting to your mate's,tell me how you learnt to do it like you did and I maybe,just maybe mind,may let you do it somemore to me" I was fucked,do I tell her I didn't learn from anybody,would she think I was lying and not let me do it somemore,or will that be even more exciting for her that I just by instinct wanted to tickle her cunt.

 'Its just you aunt,I like all your body,that's why I risk a clout or cussing by touching your,that there' I pointed at her cunt, - she still hadn't pulled her clothes down over it,more shock, - she pulled the leg open on her pants and showed me her cunt naked. "Why are you obsessed with it?" 'I don't know,its just nice I suppose' "No,its your hormones have kicked in early,all this has to be secret,understand, - I nod. - I'll let you develop with me,okay?" 'Yes,I'd like that,does that mean when I got some spunk,you want it from me?' "You could put it that way,but all must be our little secret mind" 

 So,here I am. Five years later,and having just deposited my umpteenth sperm supply up my aunt's pussy,she's rolling around in ecstacy, "Come on do it again,you horny little nephew,FUCK ME SOME MORE!!! - 'Ah well,this is the life'

 Goodbye for now.

A lot of afternoons I spent at my uncle and aunt's house. They lived near my school and I often had to wait until after dark before one of my parents could take me home. Uncle Robert was an engineer - a intelligent man who, in retrospect, was married to his job. Aunty June was a photographer, and it was her that took care of me in the afternoons. I had always admired her. My father was a working-class man, and my mother was a meek woman who supplemented my father's income by working as a sales-assistant at a supermarket. So, my aunt was a strong role model for me. I admired her creativity and the relative success she had had in her career. This is the first chapter in the story of how, over a period of weeks, I became my aunty's sexual plaything.

In early Autumn I began training for the school's cross-country running team. I enjoyed exercise, and liked to keep fit. Training for the cross-country, however, really wore me out.

I arrived exhausted to my Aunt's house one afternoon and, after a quick hello, went straight into the shower. When I was drying myself she knocked on the door and offered to give me a massage. She suggested that I come out while my muscles were still warm from the shower, and that I should just wrap a towel around myself.  She had always been kind and warm towards me, but I still had a sort of formal, respectful relationship with her, common to most girls and their Aunts, and she had never gone out of her way like this for me before. Even so, I though it sounded like a good idea. I did exactly what she said but, out of modesty, couldn't help but slip on a pair of clean undies under the towel.

 "Lay down on the bed here. Put your hands by your side, and part you legs a little so I can get stuck into both of them. Just try to relax," she told me. She had a bottle of moisturizer and began to squeeze some into her palm. I was perfectly relaxed as she began to kneed the sole of my left foot.

"Do you like this, Emily?"

"Yes, that foot was really sore today."

"Good. Tell me if I am going to hard, or if it starts to hurt, okay?"

She worked her way up to my calves, using her thumbs to separate the muscles. Occasionally I groaned when she hit a bit of muscle that seemed to have grown into a tight, painful ball. She began kneeding the back of my left knee, stopping for a moment to replenish her moisturiser. Next, she switched to my right foot and worked her way up to my right knee.

"Still nice? Let me know if you want anything done differently."

"No Aunty June, its nice. Thank-you."

She inched the towel up around my bottom and began sliding her thumbs and palms firmly up the centre of the back of my right thigh. I actually felt a little bit embarrassed that I had put on my underpants, against her instructions, feeling foolish for being so modest. But her massage felt wonderful, as though she was halving the tension like the red sea. She used long sweeping strokes that only stopped when the tips of the finger of her left hand grazed against my bottom. After a few firm strokes she changed to the left side and did the same thing.

"Is that feeling better, Emily?" she enquired.

"That feels great. Thank-you so much."

"I'll just finish off with a bit more of a nice relaxing massage. Would you like that?"

She began back at my ankles, and with light touches of her finger tips traced her way up to my thighs and back again with long sweeping strokes.

"Do you prefer that, or this?" she asked, and turned her hands around as they passed my knees to lightly draw her fingernails across my skin. A shudder ran up from my thigh, through my spine, to the back of my neck, raising goosebumps on my arms. In a way it tickled, but felt incredible. "I think you like that one", she said smilingly.

"Mmmm, thats nice," I hesitated, wanting to sound as though I was really giving it proper consideration. "I like them both!"

She switched back to her finger tips and traced small circles up my left thigh. It still tickled, and my skin began to crackle with electric sensations at each point where her light touch made contact. My attention was intensely focused on her fingers as they moved up either side of my thigh until her thumbs rested lightly on the cotton of my panties. Her hands pivoted off her thumbs, allowing her fingers to trace delicate circles on the sides of my upper thigh.

"Feeling relaxed?" she asked in a dreamy voice. I just let out a long sigh.

My entire consciousness was focussed on the skin of my upper thigh, so I instantly noticed when the upmost finger angled upwards no more than a few millimeters and grazed the cotton on the crotch of my panties. Then the finger itself moved, and I jumped slightly as it landed on the edge of my panties, on the soft skin at top of my thighs. It remained there, slowly tracing light circles up and down against the elastic, against that sensitive skin so close to my vagina. The most incredible feeling swept through me: a jot of electricity followed by a strong, flowing warmth. But at the same time my mind snapped to attention and all the muscles of my body tensed up. My breathing began to come and go in short gasps.

"Just relax, darling", said Aunty June, "enjoy the massage."

My mind was suddenly racing. "What's happening? Is she supposed to do that?"

A corner of my mind told me that something was wrong, but I quickly told myself not to be foolish. "This is Aunty June. She wouldn't do anything wrong to me. You are over-reacting to a perfectly innocent situation." Slowly my body relaxed again, and I decided to allow myself to continue enjoying the massage. And enjoy it I did. The slight pressure of her one fingertip, stroking the soft flesh against my panties, became the sole focus of my attention. 

"Do you like that, Emily?"

"Mmmm," was all I managed. Communicating with her verbally made me feel a little uncomfortable again.

Her hands switched around, so the fingertips of her left hand rested on the left cheek of my bottom and the fingertips of her right hand on my right cheek. Her thumbs came down to the inside up my upper thigh, resting lightly against the edge of my panties. Again I shuddered with a warm bolt of pleasure. She began to draw them up and down in synchrony, brushing them against my thighs and outer crotch. This time I let an involuntary "ugh" escape from my slightly parted lips, and began to squirm my hips a little. The feeling was amazing - unlike anything I had ever imagined. Her fingertips, too, began to fan out across the pink cotton covering each cheek of my bottom, sending with them little jolts of electric pleasure.

"You have a lovely bottom, Emily. You're lucky. We have good bottoms in our family," Aunty June stated, casually.

"Thank..." I began, but my voice failed me. "Thank-you", I said again.

"Which do you like most? What my fingers are doing, or my thumbs?" she enquired with the same casual tone.

"Um... probably... the fingers." It wasn't true, but for some reason I didn't want to give away just how amazing her thumbs felt as they brushed my delicate skin. 

"Part your legs a little more."

Parting my legs seemed to widen the angle where my thighs met my crotch, and her thumbs worked in even more snugly. 

"Thats better, isn't it? I always enjoy a good massage after I've exercised. Are you enjoying this one?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you."

"What part do you like most, Emily?"

"Um..." I hesitated for a few seconds, "probably when you used your finger nails".

She removed her thumbs from my crotch and, lowering one hand to the back of each knee, stroked her fingernails slowly and lightly up to the creases of my bottom. Again I moaned, "Ugh", and almost arched my back with the sudden jolt of pleasure her fingernails sent up my spine. A warm glow spread up my back again, restoring goosebumps to my arms. Her fingernails continued, up onto the cotton of my pink panties, and traced broad circles on my sensitive bottom. They turned and traced back down my bottom, with the small fingers on either side of my bottom drawing down the valley between my cheeks. Next, her right hand left my bottom and I felt it land softly on my upper right thigh. Her left hand also left my bottom, and for a moment it seemed to have disappeared. The next thing I knew I was being lightly touched by two fingers right in the centre of my crotch, where my thin pink panties covered the mouth of my vagina.

"Augh!" I moaned, and my hips jumped of the mattress. An even more incredible sense of pleasure coursed through me, made more intense by the shock I felt at being touched in such a private place. I had never been touched there before.

Now the fingers began to rub very gently, and every cell of skin on the lips of my vagina seemed to feel them individually. I felt incredible.

Suddenly I was struck by a horrifying thought. I remembered that when I played with my vagina, such pleasant feelings were always accompanied by my vagina becoming very moist. Sometimes the moisture even dripped out of me in globs of slimy fluid. I became terrified that that might be happening to me now! What would my Aunty think of me if she saw me reacting that way to her massage?

"I think you must be enjoying this a lot, Emily. Are you?" my Aunt enquired, just as these guilty thoughts passed through my mind.

"Yes Aunty June."

"How much?"

"Um... a lot?" I answered tentatively, not knowing what kind of response she was looking for.

"Well, I think we'd better finish up there. Would you like it if we had another massage after your next training session?"

"Yes, please."

"Good girl."

In a final gesture, she stroked all the fingers of her left hand up from the bottom of my crotch, where it met the mattress, across my thinly-covered vagina, through the valley of my bottom, and across my left bottom cheek. I turned my head to see if she appeared to be finishing her massage just in time to see her lowering her hand from her face, as though she had been smelling it. She gave me a friendly smile.

"Why don't you go and pop your clothes back on before your mum gets here."

I pulled the towel back down to cover my bottom, and pushed myself off the mattress to get up. Aunty June had walked out of the room, and I went to where my clothes were piled in the bathroom. As soon as I had closed the door I let the towel drop, and hurriedly took off my panties. To my horror, the entire crotch was stained dark pink with moisture. The gooey liquid was so think that globs of it were sitting on the cotton. Placing two fingers in my vagina I felt that it was still very wet, and I pulled my fingers out coated with slimy moisture. How could I have become so aroused by a massage from my Aunty? I felt confused and ashamed, but I also still felt incredibly exhilarated. Even the touch of my own fingers sent shivers through my naked body.

CHAPTER TWO

For the next few days I continued to feel uncomfortable about that afternoon at Aunty June and Uncle Robert's house. My confusion over what happened and, more importantly, how I could have reacted so lewdly to my Aunty's good-intentions seemed to always be on my mind. When I had returned to the house the day afterwards, I felt a little awkward in front of my Aunty and I was probably less talkative that usual. Luckily my Uncle arrived home early for the remainder of the week, which eased the tension.

Early the next week my mother took a call from Aunty June, and told me that she had offered to give me some lessons in photography. I was excited by this, having secretly always wanted to try photography because of my adoration of Aunty June. They arranged for dad to pick me up late the next evening so that she could teach me some of the basics.

When I arrived that afternoon I was concerned to learn that Uncle Robert was not going to home until late that evening, but consoled myself by knowing that Aunty June and I would be out-and-about with our cameras. Still, I had to admit to myself that a part of me wanted to have another massage, and I even felt a thrill of excitement at the thought. I had been thinking about it a lot during the week, and not just in a guilty way.

"Well, Emily, I'm very pleased that you are interested in photography. I have some photos ready to be developed today, so I thought we'd start from the end and work backwards. Have you ever been in a darkroom before?"

"No...". My heart leapt into my mouth. Would I have to be all alone with her in a darkroom until late that night? The thought of it made all my discomfort reappear.

She took me to the back of the house, to a small door next to the former bedroom of their youngest child, who had recently moved out of home to start university. She opened the door to reveal a small room with a number of sinks, a clothes-line running overhead, and a bunch of boxes and bottles stacked neatly against one wall.

"Here it is... this is where all the action takes place," said Aunty June, smiling warmly, "Come in."

After I had entered she switched on a red light and closed the door.

"Its important that nobody disturbs us when the prints are developing, so we'll make sure this door is locked", and with that Aunty June turned a key in the door and placed it in the pocket of her blouse.

Aunty June walked to a bench, where she took some paper out of a black bag and placed it under a machine that looked like a microscope. 

"First we're going to expose the paper to light, but the light is being shone through a negative so that the paper will absorb the image of the photo. The process of developing the print, which we'll do next, is all about using chemicals to bring the image out of the paper", she explained as she worked.

She shone a light through the machine for a few seconds, and then placed the paper in a bowl of liquid.

"Come and have a look Emily".

I walked over to her, and saw that the black and white image of a tree in a park was beginning to appear on the paper. She placed the paper in some more liquid and explained that after developing the image it was important to stop the imaging from developing too much.

"Do you want to try one?" she asked. 

"Sure. It doesn't look too difficult," I smiled.

Going to the machine, she moved the negatives to select a new photo, and then showed me where to switch on the light to expose the paper.

"Now, take the paper to the developing fluid and make sure it is fully and evenly immersed".

I placed the paper in the liquid and held it down with some tongs. Before my eyes an imaged began to appear - a young woman laying back on a couch, staring intently at the camera, wearing nothing but a pair of track-suit pants.

"Oh, thats a great photo," said my Aunty, "What you are developing there is a shot of one of the models I work with."

I felt embarrassed looking at a naked woman with my Aunty, but assured myself that this was the kind of thing a photographer would do on a daily basis.

Aunty June came up behind me, leaning over me so that our shoulders were touching.

"She is a very beautiful woman, don't you think."

"Yes," was all I said, merely for the sake of replying.

"Put it in the next solution now so that we don't ruin such a nice shot," she instructed. "This woman has such beautiful breasts. They are very full, and shapely."

I didn't know what to say.

"What do you call breasts, Emily?"

I hesitated, again unsure what to say. "Um... I just call them breasts, I guess".

"Yes, but there are a lot of names for them," said Aunty June, as though she were giving me a lesson. "I usually call them tits. Have you heard them called that?"

I had. "No, not really".

"Trying saying it... say 'I think she has nice tits', just to see how it sounds".

"I think she has nice tits," I repeated.

"What do you like about them?"

"Um.... they're nice and round... They look nice."

"Yes, they are very beautiful. And her nipples are very shapely. I remember they were dark brown, and you can see that they rise up to a nice pointy tip just at the base of her tits."

I looked at her nipples and noticed hat Aunty June was correct - they did have a nice shape.

"I always wished I had nicer tits, but now that I'm a bit older I think they are just fine. Your mother and I have very similar tits. Here.. have a look".

Aunty June stepped back from me, pulled her blouse out of her knee-length skirt, and began to undo the buttons. I felt uncomfortable, but continued to watch her out of politeness. Underneath her blouse she had no bra, and her breasts appeared as she shrugged off each shoulder of her blouse. They were not large, but they had weight to them, and retained a circular shape about the size of a mango. Her nipples puffed up from the rest of her breasts, like mine appeared to be doing, and the tip of the nipple sat somewhat flatly, like a button, at the centre of that puffy pink area.

"Lets compare yours to mine," said Aunty June.

"But I don't want to get cold," I protested feebly.

"Don't worry about that... it gets quite warm in here with the door closed".

Aunty June reached forward, took the hem of my school sport t-shirt in both hands, and raised it over me head. I had a sports bra on, though I really didn't need a bra yet. Aunty June also pulled that over my head. I warm surge or embarrassment swept over my chest and face. Aunty June was smiling warmly, staring at my young breasts. The still cool air hit my nipples and I felt them tighten. Small goose-bumps appeared on the raised pink nipples. I noticed that the cool air must have effected Aunty June as well - her previously flat nipples now stood about 5 millimeters out from the surrounding pink area.

"Oh... those are some lovely young tits you have there, Emily."

"Thankyou," I replied politely.

Aunty June reached out and touched the base of my left breast, just where it had begin to protrude in a curve of flesh from my chest.

"Mmmmm, very firm," she said. Gently stroking the bottom of my breast, she moved her hand to the side of my chest and pulled to turn me around. As I turned she came up behind me and pulled me against her. My head rested between her breasts, and I felt them nuzzling my ears on either side of my head. She reached both arms around me and hugged me to her.

"You are a very precious girl Emily, and I've always thought you were wonderful," said Aunty June.

"Thank-you Aunty June".

"Sometimes things can get difficult in life and it always helps to have someone who cares about you. I hope you'll always see me as a person like that", she paused, "and it is always comforting to have someone special who can comfort you and make you feel nice."

"Thankyou," I repeated.

Her arms unlocked from around me and both hands came up my pelvis. Rather than coming to land, they hovered over my breasts so that both of her palms gently grazed over the tips of my nipples.

"Augh!" I gasped. The familiar electric sensation seized me, shooting out of my nipples and down my pelvis to my crotch.

"Do you like me touching your tits, Emily?"

"Yes."

"Tell me then..."

I paused, but realised there was nothing to do but go along with her. 

"I like you touching my tits..."

"Tell me 'I want you to keep touching my tits Aunty June'", she said calmly.

"I want you to keep touching my tits Aunty June"

"Okay then Emily. I can tell you are enjoying it. Its very pleasant, isn't it?"

I felt terribly embarrassed, but I was also in a blissful state. Each small circle of her palms pulled my nipples in little circles and sent a warm glow through my body. 

"Yes.. it is so nice to be able to comfort each other, and make one-another feel nice", she stated. "Do you know what it means when people talk about having a 'wet pussy', Emily?"

I was pretty sure I knew what she meant, but shook my head.

"When a woman feels nice her vagina becomes nice and wet. It means that she is feeling very pleasant. Another name for a woman's vagina is 'pussy'. People might tell you that only a man can make a woman's pussy wet, but that isn't true. A woman can make her own pussy wet, or another woman can make her pussy wet. Does that make sense?"

"Yes..."

"Is your pussy wet now, Emily? I just want to know if I'm helping you to feel nice."

"Um.. I don't know..." I was horrified to think that it probably was.

"You had a wet pussy last week when I gave you a massage..." said said, and paused to let her words sink in. "It was very wet, in fact. I liked that because it meant you were enjoying the massage. Do you remember that you pussy was wet?"

"Yes"

"Good. Its nice to know that you are helping someone to feel good. Tell me that I made your pussy wet last week, Emily. Say 'Aunty June...'"

"Aunty June, last week you made my pussy wet."

"Thats good, Emily. Were you gratetful for what I did?"

"Yes..."

"Well, let me know so that I know to do it for you again. Say 'Aunty June....'"

"Aunty June, thank-you for making my pussy wet during your massage last week."

"You're welcome Emily. Any time. Any time you want me to do that for you, just ask me. Any time you need some comforting just say,'Aunty June, can you please make my pussy wet?', okay?"

"Okay," I replied.

"Lets just see if you are feeling relaxed right now..."

My Aunty's hands left my nipples and her fingertips trailed down my flat abdomen to my skirt. She reached down to my thighs and raised her hands up under my skirt to my hips. All my muscles were tense with nervousness and excitement. She hooked her thumbs under each side of my panties and lowered them over my hips to my thighs. Then one of her hands pushed them lower until they fell to my ankles, catching momentarily at my knees. I glanced down to see a dark stain and visible moisture covering the crotch of my light blue panties. 

"Spread your legs a little, Emily."

I did as I was told.

"Now lean forward for me and lean against the bench."

I also did that. Aunty June reached behind me and raised my skirt over my bottom so it sat bunched on my lower back. I felt a flush rush over me at the embarrassment of having my bare bottom and vagina exposed like that, in clear view for my Aunty. At this angle even the cheeks of my bottom would be parted and she would even be able to see my anus quite clearly. Standing that way made me feel as though I was offering it all to her, allowing her to touch it or look at it as she pleased.

"What a lovely smooth bottom, Emily. And I can see that your pussy is nice and moist."

She placed a hand on the lower curve of each of my bottom cheeks and slowly, tantalizingly, slid them forward around the top of my thigh along both sides of my vagina.

"Why do you think they call it a pussy, Emily?"

"I don't know..."

"Well, firstly, when a woman gets a little older than you it becomes nice and furry, just like a cat. So it is nice to pat and stroke. And also, like a cat, it really likes to be patted and stroked. Usually having it patted and stroked even makes a woman purr like a pussy-cat."

She removed one hand and placed it on my hip. The other hand cupped my entire vulva and began gently rubbing back and forth. I arched my back with the sheer pleasure of the sensation Aunty June was creating, and parted my lips as I looked to the ceiling.

"Mmmm... your pussy is very excited, Emily. If you feel like you need to purr or make other noises, feel free to. I'd like to know I was doing something nice for you."

"Okay..." I managed to breathe in a whisper, "Augh....".

 

"With the tops of my fingers I'm touching your clitoris," she began a slow circling action with the tips of her fingers at the top end of my vulva. "Your clit is an especially sensitive part of your pussy. It is very pleasant to have someone touch your clit if they do it in the right way. It is also very pleasant to have someone kiss it. Maybe sometime if you ask me I will kiss your clit for you, Emily."

I looked down, between my legs, and saw her fingertips cupping my crotch, applying pressure in a circular motion. My skin had turned bright red from my belly right up to my breasts. I noticed that I had also begun to rock my hips back and forward, grinding my vagina into Aunty June's hand. I was feeling incredibly good - my mind had drifted into a dream world. Aunty June released the pressure on my clitoris and lowered her hand. I looked back between my legs and felt embarrassed to see her cupping her hand about 10cm below my vagina. A long stream of liquid was seeping out of my vagina, and Aunty June was catching the drip in her hand. When it finally dropped into a small pool in her palm she withdrew her hand to reach up under her own skirt, though I couldn't see exactly what she was doing.

"Can you see the picture in the water in front of you, Emily?"

"Yes," I looked back to the table.

"When I touch you from now on I want you to keep your eyes on the woman in that picture. Okay?"

I didn't know why she wanted me to do that, but I nodded my head. I felt her reconnect with my clit, using the opposite hand. It still felt incredible.

"What are you looking at on the picture, Emily?" she asked, recommencing a gently rubbling motion.

"Ah.... her eyes."

"What else can you see?"

"Her hair..."

"Yes, and lower down?"

"Her tits..."

"What are you looking at on her tits?"

"Her nipples....Auugh...."

"Do you feel nice while you look at her tits and nipples, Emily?"

"Ye... yes..."

I noticed myself rotating my hips, forcing my clit against Aunty June's fingertips. My mouth was hanging open, and I was beginning to breath very heavily.

"Tell me what words you have learnt from me today."

"Tits... pussy.... and... ugh... clit..."

"Another good word for a pussy is 'cunt'. For example, 'I enjoy touching your lovely cunt, Emily'. Also, you might like to use the word 'fuck'. Thats what it is called when you put something in your cunt to make you feel good, like a finger or something else. So you might say, 'Please fuck my pussy with your fingers', for example."

"Oh... augh..." I began to feel that I was loosing control - that the pleasant feelings were overtaking my mind. I stared at the tits in the photograph to try to remain focussed.

"Finally, you might like to know the word 'cum'. Thats when you feel so nice that all the excitement comes in one explosive feeling. You might say ' Aunty June fucked my cunt until I came', or 'Please Aunty June, can I make you cum'. I think you might be going to cum any second now, Emily, and then you will know what I mean."

I was barely listening to Aunty June. Her words were washing over me like background noise. I felt my body rushing towards a feeling of overwhelming pleasure that scared and excited me. I could feel it coming and could do nothing to stop it.

"Emily, make up some sentences to show me that you have understood all the words I have taught you today," Aunty June demanded.

"Augh.. um... my cunt is wet..." I moaned.

"Yes, go on."

"Fuck me till I cum..."

"Good...."

"Augh... touch my tits and kiss my clit... fuck my pussy... AUGH...Aunty June! AUGH..."

I was lost in an overwhelming sensation. I wasn't even able to talk. My legs began to shake and buckle underneath me. Warm waves rushed over my body and jolts of electricity coursed from my pussy to my tits and back again.

Suddenly it was over, and I collapsed into my arms on the bench top. Now I knew what it was like to cum. My body was warm all over, and a gently glow of pleasure still radiated from my clit, where Aunty June's fingers were resting gently. All I was aware of was my breathing, and Aunty June's rapid breaths.

"Augh..." I heard her gasp behind me. Looking around I saw her staring at my pussy, with her left hand under her skirt and her mouth hanging wide open. I guessed that she was also rubbing her own clit. Her tits bounced up and down, throwing her nipples into a rotating motion.

"Oh Emily... Oh... your little pussy is so sweet... I love you so much..." she suddenly blurted, "Augh... fuck.... you cunt... you beautiful little cunt... I need your fresh young cunt.... AUGH!"

Aunty June suddenly stopped, released her hand, and grabbed hold of both of my hips as though she was holding on for her life. She pressed against me, raising her skirt over my still upraised bottom. Leaning over my back, she kissed me between the shoulder blades, breathing heavily all the time. Her tits were wet with sweat against my back, and her warm legs nuzzled up against my own bare legs.

"Wasn't that nice Emily..."

"Yes. Thank-you Aunty June."

She sighed, "You are very very welcome, Emily. We can do that any time you like. Would you like that?"

"Yes..." and I was completely genuine. It had felt amazing and I wanted to feel that way again, despite the rising feelings of guilt I still experienced.

"Good. I really do love you, do you know that?"

"Yes."

"Well..." she said, standing up and straightening her skirt, "We should make the best of our time and process some more of these photos. What do you say?"

END OF PART 1

I sat down next to her on the couch, and because of what I saw, my penis was standing straight up from my crotch.  I knew that she was my cousin, but I also knew that she was hot.  Before I could say anything, she started stroking my pubic hair very gently.  I asked her if she wanted to touch my penis, and she immediately nodded and grabbed my penis with both hands.  She has small hands, so they both fit on there.  She looked at me, smiled, and started masturbating me.  For like 5 minutes, she rubbed as hard and fast as she could.  I had never felt anything like this; it felt so good for a girl to be doing this.  I couldn't take it any more and I came all over the place... on her hands, on myself...  She stopped rubbing and looked at my cum on her hands.  I asked her if she had ever tasted that stuff before, and she hadn't, so she licked her hands clean.  By now, since I had ejaculated already, my penis was starting to droop a little.  Then she got down and licked the cum off of my belly, and then she asked if she could taste my penis.  I said that was fine, and she first licked the leftover cum off of it.  She then started licking the shaft of my penis up and down, and that made me hard immediately.  She even went down and sucked my balls some.  She then put only the head of my dick in her mouth and started twirling her tongue around it.  After a couple minutes, she didn't waste any time and she deep-throated my penis.  I couldn't believe how good she was at it.  She kept it in, and she just kept sucking and sucking until finally I just blew load after load into her mouth.  She waited until all five shots of my cum went in, and she swallowed it all.  Once she finished, she opened her mouth showing me that she had swallowed all of my cum.  She smiled again and layed on the couch, and she spread her legs so that her pussy was pointed right at me. 

I immediately started stroking her pussy hair, and it felt so nice... her pubes were softer than mine.  I asked her if I could finger her and she said she wanted me to.  So I proceeded to rub the outside of her pussy, and I got her a little wet.  Her pussy lips started to turn pink too.  At this time, I started sticking just my middle finger in, very slowly.  I then added 1 finger at a time slowly, and I got to the point where I was ready to stick my whole fist in (her pussy was not very tight).  I asked her if I could, and she said, panting, to do it.  I stuck 4 fingers in, then I made the fist, and I started to dig as far as I could go.  She was moaning beyond control at this point, and I started going in further and faster, and she started screaming.  At one point, I saw some blood on my arm (I had taken her virginity).  After like 10 minutes of this, when I was in as far as I could go, she said she was gonna cum.  I took my fist out and I put my mouth down in front of her pussy and she squirted all over the place.  I got a mouthful of her cum, and the rest drenched my face and the couch. 

At this point, my penis was harder than it had ever been in my whole life (she was the first girl I ever saw nude, and the first I ever did anything with).  After she stopped panting (which took like 5 minutes), she asked me if I wanted to fuck her... 

I first asked her if she really meant what she asked.  She said she did.  I didn't have a condom on me, because I wasn't planning on having sex that day, and she said she didn't care.  I then asked her"what would happen if I got her pregnant, and she said she wouldn't.  After these questions were resolved, I agreed to have sex with her.  It was amazing, because not only was I losing my virginity, I was losing it to a really hot girl. 

So, I sat down on the couch, and I let my penis fly up.  She got up and straddled me.  She grabbed my penis and started to rub it on her pussy lips back and forth, getting the tip of my penis wet.  She then positioned my penis just right, and she just fell all the way onto it, so my penis was in as far as it would go.  I can't even describe the feeling I had: I was excited, happy, and I just felt good.  She looked at me and said that she loved it.  She then leaned to me and kissed me on the lips, with tongue.  I gave her the same back, and as we let go, she started bouncing on me.  As she bounced, I just stared at her beautiful tits, the perfect size, bouncing like she was.  I leaned up a little, and I started licking and sucking her right nipple while she bounced.  This was when she started moaning again.  After a few minutes, I went to her other nipple, and I sucked that one even harder.  After a bit of that, I swore I got a little milk or something out of her, because it tasted good.  Then, I let go of her nipple and I smiled at her.  She was still boucing (this was going on for like 10 minutes).  I started to moan now, and I started feeling the warmth in my balls.  I was about to cum a load in my cousin.  I told her that, and she just kept going even faster, and I came a huge, hot load in her pussy.  She stopped bouncing, and was panting furiously, and then her hips bucked and she came again with my penis still in her.  She then fell into my arms and we just held each other in that position for 10 or 15 minutes, with my penis never coming out of her pussy. 

As we sat there holding each other, she said she would never be with anyone but me.  I told her I would always be there for her no matter what.  She smiled up at me and moved up to kiss me, but this made my penis move in her.  Because her pussy was so sensitive right now, this made her buck again, cumming all over me.  She then kissed me and took my penis out of her.  She looked at it, and said she loved how it looked and felt.  We promised each other that we would never shave ourselves, because we loved hair on each other.

I still love her more than anything.

I was 17 when we returned to our old neighborhood where dad had got his old job back after the new job fizzled out. I had become a triathlete and was fit and lean. I had often wondered how Aunt Kaye was looking as my hormones were on fire and she would now be around 37 year old. I hoped those titshadnt sagged and that ass was as tight as ever. I wasnt disappointed when we first all got together she was lookin as good if not better than ever. We had a big dinner and I couldnt keep my gaze away from her. After dinner I went to wash up and Kaye came with me. We chatted and joked around in the kitchen as we cleaned  up all the dishes. I got plenty of opportunities to check out her ass or look down her top as she put things away. Maybe to many opportunities? As the night came to an end she gave me a hug and i could feel her tits pressed against me and her hips were pushing into me as well. She ran her fingers through my hair and said ttime you had another hair cut from your aunt I think, come over tomorrow and I'll fix it up.

The next day I couldnt get over to my aunts quick enough. I knew she was going to make me look like a choir boy but I really wanted to perve on her some more. I wore a pair of jeans that were a lil big and a T. I left my under wear off just incase I could get a reaction out of my aunt. I arrived at her place and she was home alone I walked in the side door and into the kitchen where she was cleaning up some dishes. She was wearing a pair of skin tight jogging shorts and and a sports bra top. She looked amazing, I grabbed a tea towel and started drying up and she smile as we made general shit chat. She said she would get changed and get her things to cut my hair but I made up a story that I didnt have much ime and not to bother getting changed. She smiled cheekily and agreed. I sat down in a chair in the kitchen as she returned with her things. My cock was already at half mast and you could see it through my jeans. I made no attempt to cover it up as she put a small towel around my neck.

She began to cut and I watched her as she glanced down at my growing cock in my jeans.  Suddenly we both werent saying to much and as she cam to my side i felt her gently push her self into my arm. I wasnt sure if it was accidental but as i felt her doing it again I knew she meant  it. I reacted by pushing gently back against her. This went on on both sides for a few mins then she moved round in front of me. she stradled my left leg and focused on my but her weight slowly pressed down onto my leg. I again pushed myself into her. my thigh pushing up into her pussy. She let out a lil short breath and dropped her comb right into my croch. I was now harder than steel and it my cock was  nearly poking out the top of my jeans. I kept the pressure on her pussy as I watched her eyes drop down to my wste to get her comb. Her mouth dropped open ass she saw how hard i was and ass she reached down her hand rested against my cock for a few seconds before she grabbed the comb and tried unsuccessfully to compose herself.

She then walked over to the bench and grabbed the watter spray bottle and returned. Her face was flushed as she sprayed my fringe. She looked down again at my cock and again her mough fell open. She was so hot i could of stood and fucked her brains out right then and there, but I wanted to see how far she would take this. She walked over but this time straddled both my legs. She baically sat her self down right on my lap facing me. My cock was right into her as she grabbed my fringe and went to comb it. As she did this i pushed myself again into her only this time it was my hard cock pushing through my jeans annd into the thin fabric covering her pussy. She let out a moan and dropped comb and sissors to her side. She grabbed the back of the chair threw her head back and started rocking her hips back and forth over my cock. My hands immediatly came to her hips and guided her. She was moaning louder and louder as she dry humped my cock furiously.

My confidence grew and I lifted her bra and free'd her amazing tits. My mouth instantly found a nipple and she place her hand on the back of my head scream "oh yesss' hissing the s as  ground her self harder and harder..... to be cont

            I was just getting out of the shower. No one was home so I just dried off and walked naked through the house from my mother’s bathroom to my bedroom. As usual, the dog wanted to play or something as soon as I was out of my mother’s room. Thank got he had been trained enough to not go in there. I shower in there because it is the only place he won’t follow me. Anyway, I walked down the hallway, ignoring the mutt as usual. This seemed to get to him more today than usual because he charged at me from behind and tried to jump on my back. I didn’t see him coming until his weight caught me off balance and I tripped over the dog toys Heather is always being yelled at to clean up. I thought to myself, I’ll kick her ass for this.

            So there I was on my stomach on the floor with this giant dog standing there tongue hanging out waiting for me to start playing with him. You’d think he knew by now that I never play with him. Apparently my getting up off the floor gave him an idea of a new game because he was on me before I even got to my second knee. I completely froze; dumb thing to do. He mounted me with no resistance while I sat there and let it happen. He was huge, I’d guess about eleven inches long to his knot and two inched thick. The pain was excruciating. I thought I was going to be split wide open. The pressure it put on my lower extremities caused me an instant erection that was not going to go away until he did. I couldn’t believe I got hard. I wasn’t enjoying this in any way and the dog was going to die when this was over.

            He thrust in and out of my ass without mercy. His monstrous cock only seemed to get bigger and thicker. As if it didn’t hurt enough, he reared back, gathering momentum, and rammed the whole thing into me, locking us together. I screamed in pain, experiencing pain like I couldn’t have imagined but he just kept humping away without hesitation. This went on for quite a while. After the pain started to subside a little, my head cleared, and I thought, that bitch is going to pay for this. About 15 minutes after he hooked me, he made an especially violent thrust and I felt a torrent of liquid being forced into my bowels. He was in so far he probably flooded my intestines. I cried out when he made his last thrust and came all over the floor underneath me. I couldn’t believe this. I was getting raped by a dog, and I was cumming.

            He wasn’t finished though. After he emptied his load, he caught his second wind and started humping me again. I cried and wished he would stop, but he was far from finished. I felt like someone had stuck a jackhammer up my ass and turned up the juice. It hurt so much.  This went on for so long that I lost track of time and my sister would be coming home from work soon.

            Just to top off this situation, about ten minutes after he started up again, the bitched walked in the door. My heart skipped several beats as I heard someone enter the house and throw a set of keys down. I knew it was Heather and she would be immediately going to her room to change, passing us on the way. This was bad. I started to struggle underneath Devil but he wasn’t done making me his bitch because he was still humping away with as much vigor as he was when this started almost an hour ago. There was no way I could move. I pulled as hard as I could, in hopes that I could dislodge the redwood stuck in my ass but I couldn’t. All it did was make Devil bark loudly and renew his efforts at an even quicker pace. I was so dead.

            “Where are you, boy,” Heather called to the dog, walking in our direction.

            I tried again to pull away again, but to no avail. This time Devil put his massive jaws around the back of my neck in a threatening manner, should I try to escape again before he was finished.

            Just then, Heather walked around the corner and her jaw hit the floor.

            “Don’t just stand there, bitch!” I screamed at her, “Get your fucking mutt off of me.”

            The shock left her face and she folded her arms, “Looks you’re the bitch from where I’m standing”

            The dog just kept thrusting mercilessly with his teeth at my neck. Each thrust made me cry out in pain and Heather loved every minute of it. Heather just stood next to me chuckling to herself. After a few minutes, she walked into her room and returned with her digital camera.

            Oh, no, I thought, that bitch is taking pictures of me. I saw flash after flash as she snapped pics of the dog fucking his new toy. I was never going to live this down. I didn’t even want to imagine what she planned to do with them. Show her friends, my friends, post them on the Net. My life was over. I would be labeled a freak.

            The only upside at this point was that Devil’s thrusts had begun to slow quite a bit and he released my neck. When they finally stopped, Heather put her camera back in her room and retrieved the dog leash.

            “You fucking bitch,"  I screamed, “don’t you dare.”

            “Relax dog boy,” she said smartly, “I still have to live with you so we’ll just take a stroll around the house.”

            She clipped on the leash and gave it a tug. Devil stood up and began to walk with his mistress. I was slumped on the ground still and his cock pulled on my violated hole. I was too weak to move and he couldn’t drag me. Heather got really pissed, dropped the leash and walked back to me.

            “Get up faggot and walk with us,” she threatened, “or you’ll be dragged into the middle of the street for everyone to see!”

            I was getting really mad, but I thought of something.

            “Fine,” I said to her in my best defeated voice, “help me up.”

            She walked over to me and bent down. Bingo. I reached up and punched right in the face. She cried out and fell back on her ass. To make sure she didn’t get back up, I kicked her head back and she slammed into the wall and fell to the floor, unconscious; one problem down and one to go.

            Devil had been rather cooperative through this struggle and his knot slowly began to deflate. With one hard pull, I was finally released. It was forced out rather painfully and his contributions, along with my blood, spilled out into the wooden floor. I fell to the floor and Devil walked away to clean himself. I crawled to the bathroom, leaving my unconscious sibling slumped on the floor. I crawled into the bathtub and turned on the water, hoping it would make the pain go away. There were traces of blood in the cloudy, cum-filled water. My asshole was felling like it was five times wider than it should be. I just laid there and dozed off for a few minutes.

            After ten minutes, or so, I snapped awake. Some of my strength had returned thanks to my nap and I climbed out of the tub to dry off. I left the bathroom and stopped at Heather’s limp body. Thoughts of revenge filled my head as I came up with the prefect payback for her actions. I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. After I set her down on her bed, I went after the dog. I had forgotten my plans to rid the world of its presence and retrieved it for an entirely different purpose.

            He was lying on the living room floor sleeping, no doubt recuperating, just as I had in the bathroom. His head lifted as I entered the room and he rose to his feet to great me, as if nothing had ever happened. Unlike other times when I would have shoved him away, pat him on the head and told him he was a good boy. I took the end of his leash and pulled for him to follow me, careful to keep an eye on him for obvious reasons.

            He obeyed and followed me as I led him to my bedroom. I let go of the leash and told him to lie down. He listened and lay down on the floor. I shut the door behind me and went to the bathroom. Mom and Dad kept smelling salts in the medicine cabinet just in case and I finally had a use for them. I grabbed a couple packages and returned to heather’s room to dispense her punishment for what she did to me.

            She was still lying unmoving on her bed. I went to her closet and grabbed a few loose shirts. They were thrown in the floor near her bed followed by the salts. I sat on the edge of her bed and felt her pulse and heartbeat. Everything seemed to be okay. She was just unconscious. Good thing too. She had to be punished. I turned her on her back and started to undo her belt. Then the pants came off, followed by panties. I had always seen my sister as a gorgeous woman but she picked on me so much that I just hated her. Bitchy women can still be sexy though. Her pussy was smooth and shaven, looking like a preteen’s. There was a nice rosy shade to her skin and she looked like she had gotten excited from walking in on me.

            I wonder who she did this for, I thought. She was a flirt and probably did her share of sleeping around with the guys at school.

             Her body was heavenly. I removed the rest of her clothing and sat back to admire her in her natural beauty; her long, smooth brown hair, flawless complexion, pout red lips. Her athletic body was to die for. I ran my hands across her skin starting at her neck. Slowly down they ran along her smooth, silky skin and stopped at the twins. They had been one of the things that I had admired the most about her. They were firm, full, and showed no hint of sagging. They felt oh so soft as I gently caressed and massaged them.  I’d guess somewhere in a low C-cup. They were perfect in every way.

            I was trying with all my might not to violate her right there but I still wanted her to suffer. The residual pain in my rear snapped me back to reality and I withdrew my hands. I got back off the bed and turned her over onto her stomach.  Thankfully, she never stirred. It must have been a hell of a hit to her head. I went to the bathroom and grabbed the small stool. It stood a little less than a foot from the ground. I set it in the middle of the floor and lifted her down. I put the stool under her stomach, leaving her bare beautiful white ass in the air. I grabbed the shirts and tied one of her wrists and legs to two of her bed legs and the other arm and leg to legs of her giant dresser. She wasn’t going anywhere.

            I went back to the closet and dug out her camcorder, tripod and a blank tape. I was going to savor this experience. I set them up and ready and aimed the camera at her torso but back enough to catch her entire naked body. Then I grabbed her camera and deleted all the pictures she took of me. The display read (0) pictures. I set it on the floor in front of her face so she could see the screen. She may not have anything on me but I was going to have her under my thumb for as long as I wanted.

            I had the prefect plan to humiliate her. The camcorder was for later though. First, I was going to enjoy her. I lay on my back and got under her and started to lick her smooth shaven pussy. It was pure heaven. My tongue tasted every fold of her flower. As her body started to react, her pussy juice started to flow, making her taste even better and my tongue caught all of her sweet honey. I started to poke my tongue into her vagina, in search of more of her womanly fluids. She moved a bit in response, but never woke up. She may have been unconscious, but she reacted the way any good slut would. I didn’t have even the slightest bit of remorse for taking advantage of her like this. The bitch was getting what she deserved.

            When I had satisfied my hunger and she was good and wet, I prepared for entry. I knew that she wasn’t taking any birth control because I had never found any. I had always made it my business to know what she was up to in case I ever needed to protect myself from her wrath. Much to my luck, she was also about to get her period (yes, I know the days of her cycle too) so she was very fertile. I was still a virgin, though, short of the romp with the dog, so I never had a need for condoms. No, doing this bareback was part of my plan to torture her.

            I began to rub the head of my steel hard cock up and down the opening of her pussy, building up my own anticipation. Finally I couldn’t take it and I ventured in. I went in slow only to find the right path. As the head of my cock disappeared into my sister, I felt pleasure I had never felt. I couldn’t describe the feeling of her pussy on my cock. It was unbelievable and unbearable. She was so tight inside she was putting extreme pressure on my throbbing tool. This was too much already and I was going to lose it. I had to get all the way in before I blew my load. Once I found my target, I rammed into her as hard and fast as I could. Much to my surprise, I hit her hymen on the way down, then plowed right through it.

            I’ll be damned, I thought, the bitch was still a virgin. Her body began to convulse for several seconds after I took her virginity and I thought she would wake up prematurely. I pushed all the way into her until my balls were the only part of myself not inside her. Holy shit, it felt so good. I was buried to the root until about the time she stopped shaking, then I lost control. My dick started gushing cum into her pussy and I thought I would never stop. My first lay and I was sure to get her pregnant. This was all going smoothly.

            When I had stopped cumming, I sat there, still buried in her, trying to will myself hard again. It only took a few seconds inside before Jr. sprang back to life again. I started to move in and out of her slowly, savoring the clamping feeling of her pussy.

            So, I thought, this is what a virgin pussy feels like. I didn’t want to tear her up inside at all so I took it slow and enjoyed myself. Her body squirmed a little bit under me against the invader but she remained dead to the world. After a good fifteen minutes, I could take no more. I pushed in as far as I could and released a fresh load into her, hoping that my donations would reach her uterus and her eggs. This bitch was going to live on knowing that she was carrying my baby and she wasn’t going to be able to do anything to implicate me.

            When I was finally drained, again, I pulled out and stopped to look at her violated hole. Her pussy had turned red from the irritation and was leaking a small stream of my cum. I grabbed a piece of nearby laundry and dried her up; making sure that there was no evidence of my act on the outside of her body. I didn’t want her to feel sore when I woke her up, so I waited patiently until the redness had almost gone away. Then I left and went to my room to get dressed. The dog looked up from lying on my bed, but put his head back down and went back to sleep. Good thing, too. I didn’t want him to be tired for the festivities later. I had all night because my parents were out of town for the next day. I shut my door again so the dog couldn’t get out and interrupt me and returned the Heather.

            She was looking her previous rosy shade so I decided it was time to wake her. I untied her legs but kept her arms tied to the furniture so she couldn’t swing at me. I set the camera out of the way and sat down in front of her. I then grabbed the smelling salts wand waved them under her nose.

            Her face twitched a few times in reaction to the sharp smell and her eyes slowly opened. She looked up at me with a hazy look in her eyes.

            “W-what’s going on?” she said in a groggy voice. She tried to move but she soon found that her arms were tied down and she couldn’t. Then she noticed her nakedness and got really red and scared.

            “Y-you fucking bastard,” she said in a frightened and angry voice, “why the fuck am I naked? Let me up.”

            She pulled on her restraints, but to no avail.

            “Don’t you dare fucking touch me or I’ll tell the cops you raped me,” she threatened, her voice getting louder.

            I flashed a devilish grin and got up. She squirmed vainly, trying to get away as I walked around to her rear.

            “”You fail to realize something, bitch,” I said to her in a sadistic voice. I squatted behind her, careful to kneel down on top of both her legs so she couldn’t kick me. I put one hand on her bare ass and she jumped as soon as I touched her bare skin.

            “Get the fuck off of me you fucking pervert,” she yelled, thankfully not loud enough for anyone outside to hear.

            I grabbed her by here hair and smashed her face into the carpet to muffle her curses. Then I stuck my right index finger into her pussy far enough to reach my deposit. She started to scream as my finger violated her. Too bad she didn’t know that she had already been deflowered. I wiggled my finger around in her pussy, giving her the illusion of foreplay, but I was scooping a bit of my cum out of her.

            “Stop,” she screamed, “get your finger out of me!”

            I pulled her head back off the carpet and whispered in her ear.

            “You don’t realize that you may have had your virginity this morning,” I said to her, “but I’ve already taken it from you.” I saw her eyes start to widen as the truth started to come to her.

            “You bastard,” she cursed, tears starting to flow down her pretty face, “you didn’t.”

            “Oh no, bitch,” I whispered back to her, I stuck my cum-covered finger in front of her face, “then why is your pussy full of my cum?”

            “Oh God, no,” she cried. She started crying. I still didn’t give a fuck though. She deserved every minute of this humiliation.

            “You know what the best part is, dear sister,” I continued, I touched her stomach and ran my hand down until it was right over her uterus and I whispered in the most sadistic tone I could, “you’re so ripe right now I bet that’s my baby starting to grow in your belly.” I rubbed in gentle circular motions around her lower torso as she broke down in tears.

            “Oh, my God, oh my god, oh my god,” she kept repeating as she realized that it wasn’t a lie. I had raped her and cum inside of her. Her period was just about to start so she was the most fertile and my seed had made her pregnant. How was she going to face her friends and family as a teenage mother made by her own brother? The thought of turning her brother in was far from her mind under the horror of her pregnancy problem.

            “How does it feel, mommy Heather,” I continued to softly taunt her, “to know you’re carrying our child?”

            She was crying for all she was worth, her head laying on the carpet after I let go of her hair.

            I decided to clean off my finger so I caught her off guard and shoved my cum-covered finger straight into her mouth. Just as I hoped, she instinctively closed her mouth around it and I pulled my finger out, leaving a trail of cum on her tongue.

            After she spit it out she started bawling again. I was enjoying this almost as much as I did screwing her.

            “W-w-why would you do this to me? I was just joking with you before,” she cried looking up at me, “I wasn’t really going to take you outside with the dog.”

            Her red face made me so mad. She actually thought I was sorry for what I did.

            “Why, bitch, “ I said to her in a very annoyed voice, “you thought your dog raping me was funny,” I knelt down to her and continued, whispering in her ear,” and I think making  you a mother and ruined your life all in one sitting it hysterical.”

            “I’ll tell Mom and Dad,” she threatened me in her pathetic sobbing tone, “I’ll call the cops and tell them that you raped me and you’ll go to prison.”

            “Oh?” I said to her, as I stood up, “then don’t forget to include the part where the dog raped you too.”

            She glared at me in disbelief, “No he didn’t,” she cursed,” I think I would still feel that if he did.”

            “Oh, jeez,” I joked, slapping my forehead with my hand “I forgot we haven’t gotten to that part yet.”     I laughed at her poor tear stricken face. She looked at me with horror. As I knelt down once more, I said to her, “I want you to know I slept with you while you were out but I wanted you to be awake to feel the dog ravage you like he did me, while you stood there and FUCKING WATCHED!”

            “No, don’t,” she cried, tugging on her restraints and kicking wildly at air behind her, “please god don’t. I’m sorry for what I did. I won’t tell anyone you raped me I swear. Please don’t let him!”

            I was enjoying her sobbing. Even after all her sobs, I was still going to sick Devil on her. She just didn’t know it yet. Heh heh heh.

            “It’s too late for that bitch,” I said to her as I turned around and walked towards her door. She continued her “oh god please don’ts” and her pathetic sobbing, but I just kept on walking.

            I went to my room and opened the door. Devil was still passed out on my bed, this time undisturbed by my entry. Time to get him ready, I thought. I took all my clothes off and went over to the bed. He lifted his head as I sat down and sniffed at my hand. I couldn’t believe I was going to touch this dog again after what he did to me but he had to be in the proper mood. I touched his sheath and his poker immediately began to emerge.

            Gees, I though, this dog is such a horn dog.  Against my better judgment, I coaxed him to a full erection. When I saw how big he really was, I couldn’t believe he crammed it all in my ass. After a couple strokes, I thought he was ready. I took him by the leash still attached to his collar and led him to Heather’s room. She was still crying and cried even louder when the heard the clang, clang of the dog’s collar tags as we entered the room. Her pleading and sobbing became more desperate as she tried to avoid the inevitable. I wouldn’t have any of it though. Devil stood behind his mistress and looked up at me.

            “Go on boy,” I said to him, “Have your desert.” I took him by the collar and guided him closer to Heather’s awaiting cunt. He sniffed her a couple times, not really sure what I wanted him to do. When Heather felt his cold nose touch her pussy lips, she freaked, starting to cry very loudly. A way to shut her up came to me almost immediately. I reached under her mattress and pulled out the giant blue dildo that she kept under there (told you I knew all her secrets). She stopped crying for a second to look at me holding her toy she didn’t know anyone knew about. I got in front of her and shoved about half of the ten-inch plastic dick into her noisy mouth. I had to step away for a second to help Devil along so I had to hope she didn’t spit it out right away. I knelt next to her holding her legs down and started to rub her pussy with my free hand. She continued to squirm under my touch but was still immobilized. I put my fingers covered in her juices up to Devil’s nose. He sniffed them at first, and then licked them clean.

            At this point, I got the camera ready and started filming. Devil walked forward slowly and sniffed at her cunt. Then he decided to bath her lower extremities. I soon got impatient with this foreplay. Without coming into the view of the camera, I reached under him and grabbed him steel rod and pulled him close to her. He got the picture. His front paws went up on her back in a second and he made a desperate stab.

            A miss. He poked one of those gorgeous thighs. Then Heather started to try to get away again. As she started kicking, Devil found his mark and speared her. Her whole body tensed up and she probably gripped his cock harder than her former virgin walls had mine. He began fucking her with equal spirit that he had me. Heather was trapped at this point. She was pressed between her nympho  dog and the stool I had placed underneath her. She could only lie there and take the rapid fire blows of his eleven inch piece of canine meat. After a couple minutes, Devil decided that he liked this bitch too and knotted her.

            If she didn’t have her mouth stuffed, I imagine she’s have screamed bloody murder, but all I heard were her muffled screams. At this point, her spirit was broken and she gave up fighting. She started to go limp and soon passed out from exhaustion. Apparently Devil used all his thunder on me because he didn’t last long. He yelped as he deposited his load and stood up on all fours, satisfied. With a wet sloppy plop, he slipped out of her and her limp body fell to the floor. I remember wondering how long she would be out for. Devil left to do whatever dogs do after a good fuck and left me alone with my thoroughly violated sister.

            I untied her restraints and dumped all the clothes I tied her up with in the hamper. Then I carried her body to the bathtub and put her in. I ran a warm bath and washed her out. After the bath, I dressed her in the clothes she had come home in, cleaned up her room, and left her in her bed. As the last phase of my plan, I grabbed on of the beers she snuck into the house after our parents left and used my fingers to coat the inside of her mouth with beer so she’d think she had been drinking. Half the bottle was emptied into the sink afterwards and I positioned the bottle with the remainder upright in her had. Satisfied and exhausted from this afternoon’s activities, I retired to my room and slept.