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At Your Aunt's House
Copyright, August, 2000
Note: This story contains descriptions of bondage, spanking, and
other consentual sexual activities. The shifts in perspective (first
person, third person) and tense (past, present) are intentional for
the purpose of changing the reader's point of view. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
We had been driving for hours when we finally made it to your aunt's
house in the country. It was this rambling house out if the 20's set
back away from the road and from the neighbors' houses. Five bedrooms,
hardwood floors, paneled walls, and furniture to match. It looked like
the set of Arsenic and old lace, or perhaps the play Harvey.
We spent a few moments being sociable with your aunt before asking
if we could retire early. Your aunt was understanding and a little relieved.
She had the same family reunion to attend tomorrow and wanted to get
to bed early. We all agreed it was probably for the best.
I really wasn't expecting to get any action that night, I mean after
all, it was your grandma's house before it was your aunt's and I just
assumed you'd feel funny about messing around under that roof. What
if someone heard our lovemaking? Would you be embarrassed the next day?
You assured me that the hearing aide in your aunt's ear was absolutely
necessary for her to hear anything short of a nuclear explosion, there
was no one else in the house, and besides, we could do things quietly.
You said you needed that special treatment. That it would have a special
spice, a different flavor if we did it in that house.
So I agreed. We hadn't packed any of our toys so I had to improviseÉwhen
the action starts....
I tell you we will have to be creative, and add a new scene to our
collection. The thought of a new adventure excites you as I have you
get into just your bra and panties. Soft red satin always accentuates
your skin and hair. A smile begins to tug at the corners of your mouth
as you remember the times we've had with you in this outfit in the past.
I take the pillowcase off the pillow. A puzzled look crosses your
face for just an instant. I'd never used a pillowcase before. I place
your forearms together behind your back, wrist to elbow, and wrap them
together with the pilowcase, tucking the end in. Apparently this used
to be a man's room as there are several neckties, horribly outdated,
in the closet. Most of them are silk or satin, he had good taste, for
the times.
I begin to lovingly tie your legs. Starting at the ankles, I secure
two ties below the knees and two ties above it. Your soft moans as I
tighten each bond is proof of your pleasure. Finally I have you lay
on the bed, on your stomach, and I pull your ankles towards your wrists
and tie them there. I check your eyes to make sure of this next step,
and then gag you effectively with a necktie. I find a sheet in the bottom
dresser drawer. This I carefully fold to be about 6 inches wide and
use it to wrap around your torso to bind your arms to your sides. I
am forced to use the last necktie to hold it all together. You close
your eyes to revel in the comfort of being bound so completely. Your
mind begins to relax, to float. You find our role-play to be comfortable,
the play just that, you know I will not make you do anything you truly
don't want to.
I turn out the lights. Only the pale glow of the full moon fills the
room with its pearly luminescence. I leave you for a while. Leave you
to your own struggles and imagination. Leave you to ponder what might
be in store for you. Leave you to try to get comfortable, if you can.
Your eyes pop open as I reenter the room with a flourish and a swagger.
Playing in a role you recognize immediately. I am wearing my trench
coat as a cape.
"I am Joe Blackheart", I declare with a heavy accent, "and you, my
delectable young dish, are my captive! HAHAHaHahaaaaa"
My manner, expression, and actions all tell you I am the evil villain
who has put you in this predicament. This is the man who made you completely
helpless to his dastardly schemes. And now he will probably have his
way with your innocent and virginal self.
You are powerless to stop him. His rough hands travel over your soft
flesh, groping, prodding, pinching. He likes the taste of you also.
He nibbles on the tender flesh between your thighs, pulling down your
bra to suck greedily on your firm breasts, spanking and chewing your
exposed buttocks.
The treatment begins to excite you, despite your lack of any experience
with a man, despite your puritan upbringing. Your flesh responds with
a will of its own. Your emotions are fighting with your thin skin of
morals until you surrender to the pleasure your flesh craves. You feel
yourself getting flush, and then a strange excitement steals over you.
A wetness between your thighs that you haven't felt before is harbinger
to tingles racing up and down your body.
Your captor begins moving faster and bolder with his actions. He too,
notices your wetness and capitalizes on it. Kneading and caressing your
hot, damp pussy to send electric shocks thru your body, and you soon
build to a crescendo, coming nearly to that mountaintop that even a
virgin with your lack of experience, somehow knows is there, but just
out of reach. The gag in your mouth muffles the moans of pleasure that
this novel experience wrenches from your body. Bound and gagged and
held captive by this evil monster, he causes you intense pleasure you
know is just the prelude to an even greater sensation.
He pulls your hair and looks into your eyes. The look you see there
tells you to obey his every wish. He nods when he sees your spirit surrender
to his will. He removes the gag made of cloth only to stuff your mouth
with another, meatier gag. He pulls your hair roughly, to keep your
mouth in the right place as he begins to stroke his cruel cock in and
out over your tender lips.
Instead of ravaging you further as he had planned to do, he is distracted
by a noise outside. Leaving you to your bonds, he leaps up and leaves
the room to investigate. Your mind is racing, your temperature high,
your pulsebeats a heady rhythm in your ears. Slowly you begin slowly
to cool and reason starts to return. You start to look for a way out
of your ties when...
The door bursts open and I am there, (only with the trench coat on
the right way).
You recognize the steely-eyed, golden-haired hero of a dozen movie
house melodramas. He quickly sizes up the room and moves to release
you. "I'll save you!" is all he says, First, he removes the sheet and
the pillowcase, unties your wrists and lays you gently on your back,
straightening your legs as he goes. You eyes are locked on his. Your
heart begins to race anew and your flesh begins to burn where he touches
it. He begins to remove the bonds on your legs, you never once take
your eyes off your handsome rescuer.
You feel that same wetness begin to creep back between your thighs
as your hero removes each tie and caresses the spots where they held
your tender flesh. You know he is too much a gentleman to take advantage
of you, but you crave the final release you haven't yet found.
When you are unbound he leans over you, concern etching his face.
You throw your arms around his neck and drag him to your lips, crushing
him to your breasts. He is startled and begins to pull back, then feels
your intensity and knows he must return the kiss. The two of you are
locked in an embrace and a kiss of the ages. Slowly he lowers himself
to the bed, lying beside you. The possibility of the villain returning
adds to the urgency of your needs.
Your hands search out his pants and the two of you quickly free his
growing penis. Your mouth aches for it, even though you've just had
it roughly done, and you quickly lay him on his back and slide down
his body to engulf his cock in your warm mouth. You begin to suck greedily,
as a child on a lollipop, this time enjoying the sensation of pleasing
this man. His hands cradle your face to slow and control your wanton
movements. You comply and slow the pace, following the rhythm his hips
are setting.
You turn your body at the pressure of his hands so that his lips can
return the favor by caressing your most tender of spots, pushing your
soaked panties out of his way. Now you each are striving for the others'
pleasure. You feel his tongue expertly flick a tiny spot of delight
near your pussy, and then enter your pussy to send shivers up your spine.
Your mouth seeks to take all of him in, to feel his hard member going
down your throat. Your pussy is getting wetter from his ministrations
and suddenly you think of another place for his cock.
You quickly strip off what is left of your panties, and move down
his body to lower your hot, steaming pussy onto his hard, throbbing
cock. You are facing his feet as the pussy of your virginal heroeine
tastes it's first cock ever. The sensation is indescribable, the soft
tearing (you imagine) goes almost unnoticed in the flood of pleasure
you feel. You take the full length of it and stop, reveling in the sensations
and wanting to drag them out as long as possible.
Slowly you begin to slide yourself up and down on it. Feeling every
inch of it. Your pace quickens until you feel like your riding a bronco.
You feel yourself getting closer to that mountaintop you know is there.
This time the course is straight and you know you'll make it.
You turn yourself around to look at him. The look of near rapture
on his face fills you with delight. Your bodies move as one, ever striving
for that climax you are sure must be the result of all these sensations.
Your hands support your body and knead the firm flesh of his chest,
drawing his niples into hard points. His hands find the curve of your
hips and buttocks, and knead and caress them with a will of their own.
Finally, you feel a soft explosion in your pussy, it quickly echoes
throughout your body and you feel your first shuddering orgasm ever
with your hero. Your mind and body filling with the sensation of a soul
shatterring release.
After it has run its course, you collapse on top of him. Enfolded
in his strong, sure arms, you pass quickly into sleep...
The next morning brought birds singing, clear summer skies and the
tedium of another long and slightly boring family reunion. It went as
we knew it would, exchanging pleasantries with cousins and distant relatives
you barely remember and I have never met before. Too many kinds of potato
salad, not enough cold beer, scads of young children you can't even
guess the parents of.
The day wore on, but it also brought the promise of another night
of fun and fantasyÉ But that, is yet another story.
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