Path: not-for-mail
From: Sir Russell <sir_russell_36removeme@yahoo.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.stories.erotic
Subject: Re: Auntie's Twin Slave Girls - F/ff, BDSM, INCEST
Message-ID: <h6ldh0hmt9ap2rr4pdor5tdce7mfb399nt@4ax.com>
References: <PBaRc.1538078$Ar.1465039@twister01.bloor.is.net.cable.rogers.com>
X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 2.0/32.652
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
Lines: 452
Date: Sun, 08 Aug 2004 22:07:53 -0500
NNTP-Posting-Host: 68.109.58.80
X-Complaints-To: abuse@cox.net
X-Trace: okepread03 1092020874 68.109.58.80 (Sun, 08 Aug 2004 23:07:54 EDT)
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 08 Aug 2004 23:07:54 EDT
Organization: Cox Communications
===================
Where is the rest of this story ?
On Sat, 07 Aug 2004 20:05:03 GMT, John Simmons <around@here.com>
wrote:
>Heather and Hannah had no idea why their parents wanted nothing to do
>with Aunt Susan. When Heather sneaks out to meet her she finds her sexy,
>sophisticated aunt to be a refreshing change from her dull, strict,
>conservative parents. But only when she lies to her parents about where
>she's going, and stays over for a week does she realize just how sexy
>and how seductive her Aunt can be.
>
> "My God what crap," Aunt Susan said, looking through her things.
> Heather squirmed a little as her Aunt looked over the things she'd
>brought for her visit.
> "My parents won't let us work while we're at school and won't let
>us buy anything they think is too... provocative," Heather said,
>embarrassed.
> It felt deeply strange to have her aunt looking through her
>underthings. She would not have thought so the other day before - but
>now, it was hard to even look at the woman without her eyes going wide,
>and her mind filling with the lewd, erotic image which had filled them
>the previous night.
> Her aunt was a lesbian. No wonder her mother and father
>disapproved! And yet, it was impossible for Heather to condemn her.
>After all, she and her twin sister Hannah had engaged in lesbian game
>playing, which, while tame compared to what she knew her aunt did, was
>much worse because they were sisters.
> "Your mother probably thinks a nun's habit is provocative. Fuck
>her. Let's go shopping."
> Heather let out an amazed laugh. She wasn't at all sure how to
>react to the woman now, after what she had witnessed, but it was hard
>not to be deeply impressed by this reaction to her mother's prudishness.
> The first place they went in the mall, however, was a lingerie
>shop. It was just after opening and the place was empty except for the
>sales woman her aunt greeted by name.
> "You know her?"
> "We're friends," her aunt said, leading her to the rear of the store.
> There was a large board there, and pinned to it were rows of
>colourful panties, all of them of the sort to outrage her mother. Most
>were thongs, and she and Susan fingered the material and discussed the
>look. It felt a little embarrassing, and also oddly exciting.
> Susan showed her a tiny green thong.
> "You would look adorable in this," she said.
> Heather felt flattered, and a little quiver rippled through her
>lower body. It wasn't that the comment was really sexual in any way, but
>she felt a little hot regardless. She kept replaying what she had seen
>the previous night, when she had heard the strange sounds coming from
>downstairs and witnessed her aunt and her "friend" making love. Of
>course, she was Susan's niece, so anything between them was unthinkable
>- though she recalled the hot petting sessions with Hannah doubtfully.
>In any case, whatever relationship she had with Kimmy was very special
>and she would certainly have no interest in a naive young girl like
>Heather, niece or not.
> They picked up a number of lacy thongs and silky bras, as well as
>a pair of blue silk pajamas, and a pair of capri pants and matching bra
>like the ones she'd seen her aunt wear that first meeting. All the while
>Heather felt aroused and tingly, and often uncomfortable and awkward as
>her aunt and she flipped through the lacy, sexy lingerie.
> "Hmm, how about some of this?" Susan asked, as they moved over to
>wear leather things were displayed.
> "Oh my God, I don't think I want to wear a leather bra all day,"
>Heather said, giggling.
> "Not all day, dear," her aunt said, raising her eyebrows and grinning.
> Heather blushed a little.
> "And a matching thong, how sweet."
> "Oh I couldn't..."
> "Sure you can."
> "I think you'd look sexy in them."
> The words came from the saleswoman, and Aunt Susan smiled at her.
> "Heather, this is Jane. Jane, this is my niece, Heather."
> "Go on and try them out," Jane said.
> "Do," Aunt Susan insisted.
> Blushing a little, but a little excited, Heather took the leather
>bra and thong into the changing room and stripped. The leather felt warm
>and sensuous against her flesh and she gazed at herself in delight as
>she stared at the mirror.
> Then the door was pushed open and she gasped, momentarily trying
>to hide herself as her aunt came in.
> "I want to see," she insisted.
> Blushing, Heather pulled her arms away, proud and hot as her aunt
>looked her over.
> "Turn around."
> Blushing even more, she turned, feeling her aunt's eyes on her
>bare bottom. She turned again quickly, and was delighted at the woman's
>evident approval.
> Heather felt her heartbeat growing faster and stronger, and was
>excruciatingly aware of her virtual nudity as Aunt Susan examined her
>under the cold flourescent lights.
> "Very nice," the woman said, the approval in her voice sending a
>warm thrill through Heather's belly.
> "But for the best effect you want to wear something a little
>tighter, a cup smaller, say."
> Heather let out a soft gasp, startled as her aunt reached out and
>cupped her breasts from beneath, lifting them and squeezing them together.
> "Now this is the look you want," Aunt Susan said
> She released her breasts and stepped back as if to contemplate
>her, and Heather began to breath again. Her mind was spinning with
>uncertainty, for she could not decide how to interpret
>her aunt's touch. Surely it wasn't sexual, merely casual and familiar.
>Surely it was only her own racing pulse and lewd imagination which leant
>it more than that.
> And then her aunt reached out again, and gripped the top of the
>leather cups. To do so her long index fingers slid down inside, and the
>back of her fingernails brushed against her nipples
>which were sparkling with excitement.
> She tugged at the cups and again withdrew her hands, leaving
>Heather fighting to control her breathing and wondering wildly what to
>do if the woman was indeed coming on to her. And yet she dared not
>protest for fear of humiliating herself, of revealing herself a silly,
>overly imaginative girl. And why would she protest in any case? For
>while she felt startled, and somewhat indignant that her aunt would
>touch her like that casually without her consent she
>could not deny the stomach churning thrill the touch brought.
> I'm sick. I'm perverted, she thought wildly, trying to calm
>herself down.
> "I'll get you a smaller cup and you can try it on," Aunt Susan
>said, turning and leaving the little room.
> Heather shuddered openly as the door closed. She raised her hands
>weakly and cupped her breasts as her aunt had done, feeling her heart
>pounding beneath her ribs.
> Just as quickly, the woman was back, holding what looked like a
>leather halter.
> "Try this," she said.
> She stood back, making no move to leave, and Heather, embarrassed,
>but now very aroused, undid the leather bra and removed it. She tried to
>turn away, but the mirror in front of her revealed her stiff pink nipples.
> "Have you ever thought of getting those pierced?"
> Heather turned in surprise. "Wha..."
> "Those nipples are so dainty and pink. A small ring in each would
>really set them off."
> She stared down at her bare nipples, and then gasped as her Aunt
>reached out and gripped them, fingering them. She froze, her heart
>pounding as her aunt rolled her nipples between her fingers.
> "It'll hurt a little, but it would be worth it in the long run,
>the woman said, her voice entirely casual. "The piercing really
>increases the sensations when someone licks or sucks on your nipples."
> She took her hands back, and then smiled as if surprised. "Oops,"
>she said, grinning.
> "Have I got you all turned on?"
> "N-No!" Heather gulped.
> "You look turned on," Susan said coyly.
> "I-I'm not!"
> "You sure?"
> She drew out the word playfully and moved forward, backing Heather
>against the mirror. The glass was cold on her bare shoulder blades and
>bottom.
> "You sure you wouldn't like me to touch those stiff little nipples
>again?" her aunt teased.
> She held her thumb up and licked slowly across the tip, then
>reached out and took one of Heather's nipples between her thumb and
>forefinger, rolling and stroking and squeezing it as the trembling girl
>stared stupidly.
> "I've got just the thing to display those proud young breasts of
>yours, dear, "her aunt said.
> She held up the halter, or - a halter of sorts and something hard
>and thick and black.
> "I-I don't think - "
> "Good. Don't think. Just feel. Experience," her aunt ordered.
> She lifted up the halter and pressed it against Heather's chest.
>Heather automatically reached down for it, trying to pull it higher.
> "No, hold it right there.
> The halter was pressed in against her lower ribs, curving up
>beneath her breasts to lift them up. Her aunt pulled a strap behind her
>back and buckled it, then pulled the two leather straps up. They pulled
>the sides of the halter up, sides which curved in around the outside of
>her breasts, squeezing them in from both sides, pressing them together.
>The straps then curved up around the top, crossed her chest, and went
>behind her neck to buckle again. A final strap crossed her chest,
>pressing down lightly on the very top of her breasts.
> The effect was startling, and shocking. Her breasts were pressed
>together, lifted and displayed perfectly. They were completely bare,
>completely naked, and looked amazingly erotic.
> "Who would wear this?" she gasped, staring at herself in the mirror.
> "You look incredible," Aunt Susan said.
> "But it's so "
> "Hot. Just imagine how a man would react seeing you like that."
> "He'd think I was a slut!" she protested.
> "No, he'd get a giant hard-on."
> Heather blushed.
> "You look hot," the woman repeated. "You want them drooling. This
>will do it."
> She reached out and Heather gasped as she caught her nipples
>between her thumbs and forefingers, plucking at them, twisting them.
> "You want these to be nice and stiff so you get the full effect,"
>Aunt Susan said.
> They had already been stiff. Now they were tingling and sparkling
>as the woman pinched and rolled them between the pads of her fingertips.
> "A-Aunt Susan," she gasped in protest.
> "You don't like this?" her aunt asked with a teasing grin.
> "I you shouldn't "
> "But it's just us girls," she said with a gentle smile.
> She let go of her nipples, which were now hard as pebbles, hot and
>exquisitely sensitive to even the slightest touch. Then she took her
>shoulders and turned her towards the closest mirror.
> "Look at that," she said. "Doesn't this look like someone ready to
>go wild in bed?"
> Heather wanted to protest that she was dull and boring and staid
>and not at all up to such an image, but then, standing behind her, the
>woman reached around her and cupped her breasts
>from beneath once again. This time her breasts were already lifted up
>and squeezed together, so instead she merely stroked her hands over the
>soft, warm skin.
> "Tell me you don't like the feel and look," she said softly, her
>breath warm against Heather's ear.
> Her fingers took the girl's nipples again, pinching them lightly,
>pulling them out from her body to the point of stinging. Heather gasped
>and her chest heaved in the woman's embrace, her mind twisting and
>turning in confusion and arousal and anxiety.
> "I saw you last night," her aunt whispered. "Watching Kimmy
>and I."
> A shock rippled through the already anxious girl and her eyes
>widened.
> "Don't worry. I'm not angry that you peeped at us. Did you like
>what you saw?"
> Her hands were gently stroking back and forth across the taut
>underside of Heather's breasts as she spoke, and Heather's mind was
>frozen with shock, embarrassment, fear, and a wild, uncontrollable
>excitement.
> "Of course Kimmy will be mad. She'll want to punish you."
> She leaned in closer, and nibbled lightly at the underside of
>Heather's ear. "Have you been spanked lately?" she whispered.
> And then, somehow, one of her hands was inside the leather thong,
>and a single finger stroking across her swollen button. She gasped with
>the intensity of the pleasure which burned through her, grinding her
>backside into Susan's thighs.
> "Aunt Susan!" she gasped, feeling suddenly panicky.
> "Did you do this while you were watching Kimmy and I?"
> The question shocked her anew, filling her with embarrassment and
>confusion.
> "Such a nasty little girl," her aunt purred. "You really must be
>punished severely."
> Heather felt the woman's long index finger slide between the
>moist, hot, taut lips of her sex and wriggle upwards through the slick
>flesh of her opening, driving deep inside her.
> "Oh! Oh! D-Don't!" she gasped.
> "Don't you like this? It feels like you like it."
> The finger slid in and out while her thumb rubbed from side to
>side across her clit.
> It pulled free, and then her aunt was tugging the leather thong
>down. Once below her groin it slid to the floor around her ankles.
> "I have something much better for you to wear," Aunt Susan growled
>softly into her ear.
> Still standing behind the trembling young woman, she drew an arm
>back, then pushed it forward once more, and it was holding something
>long and thick and black. Its purpose was obvious in the long tubular
>shape, a shape which swelled at its tip to form a bulbous head. It was
>attached to two thin leather straps.
> She opened her mouth to gasp a protest, again staring at the door,
>and suddenly the rounded head was between her lips and then pushing in
>over her tongue.
> "Oh my God!"
> It was more of a series of straps than any kind of thong or panty.
>The straps were of black leather, about two inches wide. Attached as if
>sewn or glued to the inside of one of the straps was the - dildo. It was
>long and black, the leather glistening. It was a tube far longer than
>any cock Heather had ever touched or seen, thick, and vaguely menacing
>as her aunt held it before her face.
> "No way!"
> "Oh yes," her aunt said with a wicked grin.
> It was too much like what she had witnessed the previous night,
>and Heather's heart pounded so loudly she was sure the woman outside the
>changing room would be able to hear it. She stared at the thick leather
>thing as Aunt Susan rubbed it across her breasts.
> "I-I can't... we can't..."
> It slid downwards, down over her belly, down between her legs, and
>she watched, trembling, as her aunt turned it and pushed it back through
>her legs, letting the long length of it press up against her sex.
> "We'll have to shave you later," her aunt whispered.
> She was stroking the thick tube back and forth. It was soft, for
>the leather covered something spongy and malleable. As her aunt rubbed,
>the resistance slowly eased, and Heather blushed as she realized her
>pussy juices were now coating the thing so that it slid more easily
>against her moist flesh.
> "You want it inside you, don't you?" her aunt whispered.
> Heather shook her head frantically.
> "Of course you do, little slut."
> She turned the thing upwards, and Heather felt the round, spongy
>nose pressing against her opening. She gasped, reaching down to grip the
>thing and push it away.
> "Take your hands off," her aunt ordered, her words low but imperious.
> Heather stopped, her mind filled with uncertainty.
> "Do as you're told," her aunt growled.
> And Heather's hands fell away, for it was not in her to defy the
>woman. Defiance of any sort was a foreign concept to her, and defying
>her strong, beautiful aunt was - .
> "Oh!" she gasped.
> "I want you to put your hands up behind your neck," her aunt
>ordered. "Now."
> Her befuddled mind took several seconds to understand the command,
>and then, slowly, her trembling hands rose and slid together behind her
>head. She gasped again as her aunt gripped her hair and forced her head
>up, and she stared at herself in the mirror, filled with disbelief,
>anxiety, and a terrible, roaring heat.
> Oh but Jesus, she looked amazing! She looked so hot, so sexual,
>she thought she was looking at another woman.
> This was wrong! She couldn't do this! This was sick! She wanted to
>turn and push her aunt back, to grab her clothes, don them, and run from
>the room.
> She felt the pressure mount against her sex, and recalled what she
>had seen the other night, recalled the sight of the cucumber being
>forced inside Kimmy. She felt her pussy grow hot and taut, straining,
>aching a little as the lips were split apart and forced wider.
> And then the head of the thing was inside her. She felt a thrill
>of excitement, a shock of horror, and a deep embarrassment at having a
>woman, a virtual stranger, doing such a thing to her in the bright
>light, pushing something into her body. This was sick! Her lips pursed
>desperately. Again and again she was on the edge of protesting, of
>pulling away. Yet she didn't.
> She felt the thing being pushed deeper, felt the ache inside her
>grow. Her aunt began to pump the thing in and out, and the quivering
>sexual excitement grew stronger. At the same time she felt a growing
>sense of shame and guilt and embarrassment as her aunt pushed the thing
>deeper. Her mind was reeling with all the contrary emotions and impulses
>flowing through her.
> "Ungh! Oh!"
> Most of it was now inside her body. Her aunt put her hand over her
>mouth now, and forced the thing all the way into her body, pushing it up
>into her pussy until the flat of her hand was pressing the leather the
>base of the thing seemed attached to, pressing it in against her pussy
>mound.
> Her aunt's finger curled in and pushed between her lips, into her
>mouth, stroking across her tongue, then pulled back. As the trembling
>girl stared, her aunt brought her hand down between her legs and began
>to rub the moistened finger across her clitoris. At the same time, she
>began to pump the leather dildo in and out of the girl's tight body.
> "Don't!" Heather whispered dazedly.
> It hurt. Yet the pleasure and sexual heat were intense.
> She stared at herself in the mirror, watching the leather dildo
>going in and out of her body, feeling overwhelmed by the heat and
>pressure, by the whole, shocking encounter. Her mind was frantic with
>the need to run, to flee, but her body was melting against her aunt, her
>legs trembling and shacking, her hips now beginning to jerk
>instinctively in response to the growing speed of the pumping.
> "Slut," her aunt whispered. "Filthy little whore."
> I"m not, Heather screamed in her mind. Yet a corner of her mind
>preened with excitement at the words. Slut? Her!?
> She came, jerking and thrashing in her aunt's arms. Her legs gave
>way and she collapsed, her aunt lowering her to her knees, still pumping
>the dildo. As her groans and gasps grew louder her aunt's other hand
>rose to clamp across her lips, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets
>as she jerked spastically in the woman's arms.
> She collapsed slowly back against her, moaning, feeling weak and
>sated. Her aunt cooed into her ear, and released her mouth, then reached
>down to the straps which dangled from the device, drawing them up. She
>buckled the inch wide strap around Heather's waist, then drew the
>rear strap up between her buttocks. Heather let out a startled cry of
>pain as her aunt gave a sharp yank and forced the leather pad flat
>against her pussy.
> "Oww! Aunt Susan!" she moaned in protest.
> "Quiet, little slut. We have to do this up properly."
> Heather fell forward onto her hands, then gasped again as her aunt
>gave a final pull and buckled the rear strap behind her back.
> "Come on. Stand up, sweetie."
> Her aunt gripped her arm and helped lift her to her feet. Heather
>staggered, and her aunt held her, smiling fondly.
> Heather looked at herself in the mirror. It looked like she wore a
>two inch wide belt in place of a thong, a belt which descended from the
>one around her waist, down between her legs, over her pussy and up
>behind. It was thinner than anything she had ever worn, and because of
>that her pussy hair was visible on either side.
> "I-I need to take this off now," she panted.
> "Nonsense. You'll wear it while we shop."
> "B-but I can't," she gulped. "And it hurts."
> "Don't you think you deserve to be punished for being a little
>peeping tom?"
> Heather blushed guiltily.
> "Put on your clothes. We're going to see about getting you some
>more things."
> Her pussy squeezed down hard against the dildo and she moaned. Yet
>she took her jeans thankfully, and stepped into them, drawing them up
>her legs. Her bra was clearly unwearable as long as she continued to
>have the strange, lewd halter on. Her aunt gave her her shirt instead,
>and she buttoned it up and tucked it into her jeans.
> Then, taking her hand, she led her back out into the store. The
>woman there turned to stare at them as her aunt led her over.
> "What a cutey," she said with a small smirk. "I take it..."
> "She's wearing one of your leather dildo panties from the fun and
>games section," her aunt said.
> Heather's face burned.
> "Add that and the halter to my bill."
> Heather stared at the floor, humiliated.
> "Tell you what, I'll let you have the halter for free if I can see
>how it fits."
> Heather's face burned even more brightly and she stared at the rug.
> "Sure."
> A shock took her breath away, and she turned to stare at her aunt.
> "Open your blouse, Heather."
> "No!" she gasped.
> Her aunt glared at her icily and her voice hardened. "Now," she
>snapped.
> "I'm not going to show her my breasts!" she protested, but her
>voice, even to her own ears, sounded weak and whiny.
> "Why should I pay for this when we can get it free?" her aunt
>demanded. "Do you think I'm made of money?"
> "But I - ."
> "You didn't mind Kimmy and I showing you our bodies yesterday, and
>without our permission either."
> Again guilt and shame flooded her.
> "Now!" her aunt snapped. "Or I swear I'll bend you over my knee
>right here and spank you!"
> Heather blanched. Surely she wouldn't! But looking at the lewdly
>grinning saleswoman she wondered. Her aunt had spoken of having Kimmy
>spank her - in a playful way, and she had seen and read enough on the
>internet to know that a lot of people thought spankings were quite
>sexually arousing. If these two were friends - clearly this woman was
>another lesbian!
> "But - ."
> Her aunt's eyes hardened and Heather, completely unused to
>rebelling against authority, broke. She dropped her eyes, then her hands
>went to her blouse, and she slowly began to unbutton the front.
> "All the way," her aunt snapped.
> Her back was to the door of the shop, yet she was terrified
>someone would see, someone would walk in. She turned her head behind
>her, face burning now as she opened the shirt and let the strange woman
>see her breasts.
> "Very nice. I love how that lifts them up and show them off," the
>woman said.
> "She's got pretty little breasts too," her aunt said.
> And to Heather's added humiliation she stroked her hand across one
>breast.
> "The skin is so soft, and the complexion is perfect."
> "Young girls," the woman sighed.
> And she too reached out and ran a hand over Heather's body.
>Heather stiffened, and wanted to draw back, but felt like a poodle
>caught between to mastiffs, too cowed to disobey.
> "These are nice nipples," the woman said.
> "I'm going to get them pierced," her aunt replied.
> Feeling panicky, Heather's head twisted from side to side, staring
>at one, then the other, then at the door.
> "All right, dear. Close the shirt."
> "Maybe we can do more later," the woman said.
> Her aunt smiled coyly and took Heather's arm, tugging her towards
>the door while she continued to fumble at her shirt. She barely got it
>closed as they pushed through the door into the mall, and her aunt
>thrust the bag of lingerie into her hands.
> "Why did you make me show that woman my breasts!?" Heather moaned.
> "Why shouldn't I? You have lovely breasts, dear. Why are you
>ashamed of them?"
> 'I'm not ashamed of them but - ."
> "Then stop whining, dear."
>
>------------------------------------------------------------------------
> From the book: Tortured Twins, by Argus
>Argus books have been published by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon, Star,
>Olympia, Chimera, and Beeline. His ebooks are available at
>http://www.ebookblue.com
>
>
>
>