AN AUNT'S STORY

F/F


For my dear friend, Katie, whose idea it was.


She had on a grey wool bathing suit, one piece, and was lying on her face with the bathing suit pulled down to her waist, showing off her beautiful back with the beauty spot on the shoulder.   It was hot with just a faint breeze blowing from the lake but getting towards sunset.   I had just showered and changed into a dress and I walked over to Katie and stood over her, my shadow falling across her back.
"Want to come to the club?" I asked.
"No," she said, squinting adorably against the sunlight and shading her eyes with one hand, her two plump peaches of breasts hanging engagingly beneath her.
" They're presenting the cup for the ladies doubles,"  I said.
"You pick it up - you won it on your own," she said.
"Nonsense, you were good at the net."
"Nothing HAPPENED at the net" she said sulkily
I would have loved to kneel down beside her, could almost feel the pine needles through my stockings, just maybe put my arm on her shoulder.   But she was still so defensive, keeping me out.

My sister Jane was dressed casually, sitting at the bar and she looked mockingly at my conservative dress, stockings and heels as if to say, Sis is still looking for a date.
"Where's Katie?" she said.
"I think she's going down to the lake with the other kids," I said.
"What about the prizes?"
"She's still sore with me over something."
"You were pretty hard on her in the semi-finals."
"Hell, she has to learn," I said.   "I carried her a bit for the first set, but when I got to three love in the second there was no point in prolonging the agony."
"She hasn't forgiven you," Jane said.
I didn't like to say that Katie was a sore loser and that I had begun to get a perverse satisfaction out of seeing her pretty little butt in the air as she bent sullenly to retrieve the balls I had smashed past her into the heavy steel mesh around the court.
"I helped her win the doubles" I said modestly.
"if you were a mother you'd understand," Jane said pityingly.
We ordered another round of drinks and Jane's husband Patrick joined us and we discussed Katie's change of school for a while.   Then the club secretary got on the bandstand and started making one of his idiotic speeches in which he seemed to think that mentioning the names of as many club members as he could would bring a laugh and he was usually right.   Mine, in particular, drew both laughter and catcalls.  I was something of an embarrassment in the club because nobody could beat me.
   
In my twenties I had spent eighteen months on the professional circuit, but had not won enough money to keep up.   I was too good to be an amateur and not good enough to be a professional.   After the microphone had shrieked a couple of times, the secretary got it working again and started to call out the prizewinners.   I went up to be presented with the silver rose bowl for the ladies singles and the cup for the doubles.   Mercifully I had been knocked out of the mixed doubles at an early stage, due to a more than usually incompetent partner.

Jane was beginning to irritate me and wouldn't shut up about Katie.     Yes, I admit it - I was jealous and would have much preferred it if Katie were my daughter.    When Katie was born, Jane queened it in our family, my mother and father making the most enormous fuss over her, as though nobody had ever had a baby before and Patrick kept calling her "clever puss" and  she really did lap up all the cream there was to be had, all the admiration,  as she nursed her adorable baby in her arms.   I had only just come off the tennis circuit, not yet established in a career and Jane seemed to have everything that I had not.    
"Obviously the main concern is that Katie will be happy," Jane said, with Patrick nodding inanely as he always did when she spoke.   I felt like saying that it was of some importance that I should be happy too, but, after all, I had suggested the arrangement.
"She can do some paperwork for me on Saturdays," I said , "I don't mind paying her for that."
"As long as it doesn't interrupt her studies," Jane said.
"I promise I'll do my best.." I said.  I wasn't usually this tactful with Jane, but I didn't want to lose this chance to bond with Katie.   For some reason I was aching to make her like me, to try to get through to her in some way.   Apart from the fact that she was the daughter I never had, her attitude towards me had always puzzled me, the way she kept watching me with covert glances, then tossing her head arrogantly when I tried to approach her.
"Katie should really be here," Patrick said, looking around the dance floor where some of the younger members were circulating,  giving me a nostalgia for long ago Saturday night hops.
"To hell with her," Jane said, already one drink past caring.
"I'll see if I can persuade her," I said, putting my hand on Patrick's knee.   He liked that.   Years ago I could have had him and maybe some other Katie as our daughter.
"Want me to come with you?" he asked, but Jane quelled him with a glance and started waving her empty glass for a refill.

There was a cool breeze I could feel on my arms and legs and under my skirt.   Only a couple of very young kids were on the courts, their bare legs lightly coated with red dust from the surface, the little girl protesting that the boy was hitting the ball too hard.
I was thinking of my days on the circuit when we always tried to get practice games against the better players - how else could you improve?   My coach always told me that if you played anyone often enough you would eventually beat them - even if only once.    And I remembered Janna and being on my knees in the toilet between her legs.    I had tried to hitch myself to her fading star, but this wasn't the ending I had expected.    She had come from Macedonia or some such place as a teenager and worked her way up the professional ladder.   A Wimbledon final, where the top seeds were knocked out in the second round and the quarter finals was her highest finish, but she got to curtsey to Princess Alexandra or somebody and was now part of tennis history.     I crossed now between the trees and the landing-stage and could see no sign of Katie.   Damn her, what was she playing at?

Janna had bet me two hundred dollars she could beat me in one set with her only  using her backhand.   I needed the practice, but I also needed the money.   The first game she had aced me four times.   Then taking my serve backhanded she had gone to fifteen-love.   I hit one past her, but then she passed me twice, her return of serve so heavy that I couldn't place it to her forehand.   Then I hit the next one out.    I scraped through the next game, but nothing after that.   When I was serving at love-thirty and five-one down I went to the net and told Janna  that I hadn't got two hundred dollars - in fact I would be lucky if I could pay for my hotel room with the way I had finished in the last three tournaments.    She turned to flick up a ball into her hand with her racquet.   She was in her late thirties now, with dirty blonde hair and a big ass and the back of her short skirt was caught up on her pants.
"You stupid bitch," she said, her swarthy face flushed, "you could get thrown off the circuit for this."
"I'm sorry," I said, quailing before the angry look in her eyes.
She dropped a ball and slapped it into the net with her racquet and stood with her legs wide apart, scratching her bottom, the sunlight glinting in the heavy gold hairs on her legs.   
"Okay, you can go down on me," she said bluntly.
"Whaaaa..?" I quavered.
"You heard," she said.
"Just the once....?"
"You think you're that good?" she said. "No, as many times as I want." 

Our holiday cabin had the smell of mice and dry rot and cigarette smoke and all the careless women who had played housekeeper in it during at least fifty summers.   I thought I had heard a sound before I came in, but there was no sign of Katie.   Then I heard it again, a dull thud, thud, thud.   I turned into the small corridor that led to the bedrooms and  the sound stopped for a few seconds, then started again a rhythmic thudding sound that reminded me of something I couldn't place.   I felt a sudden flush of anger, although I couldn't place its source and at first could only remember Janna.
I had expected we would go to her hotel room.    On the circuit it was often lonely and some of the girls got together like this and some of the older ones preyed to some  extent on the rookies, using their money, prestige and the inducement of practice time to ensnare the younger girls.     I thought I was still interested in boys, but I never had the opportunity for more than fleeting relationships with them and if Janna wanted to be my protector, who was I to complain, particularly as I was having trouble paying my hotel bills.

I moved quietly down the worn carpet of the corridor and opened the bathroom door.
Katie looked up at me, her face red, then it drained pale in utter shock.   She was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, her panties were around her ankles and  her hand was between her legs as she masturbated furiously, her foot banging against the wooden unit under the washbasin.    And I thought of Janna again.   She  had difficulty getting her panties off over her heavy tennis shoes and then stuffed them into the waistband of her skirt as she motioned me to my knees on the floor of the cubicle, the ground damp under my knees and a yard or so of toilet tissue adhering to the tiles.     She lifted the hem of her skirt so that it was resting on my head and gripped me by the pony-tail I wore my hair in back then and pulled me  between her legs, into the coarse blonde pubic hair that grew so profusely in her crotch.

"What are you doing, Katie?" I said, as severely as I could.
"Just...just using the toilet, Auntie," she stammered.
"With the lid down?    And what about these?"
"They...were on the side of the bath."
"You're lying, Katie," I said sternly. "These are my best stockings.    You have taken them from my dressing-table."
I knew that this wasn't so, these nylons HAD been in the bathroom, but I knew Katie   occasionally "borrowed" stockings and items of underwear from my panty drawer.   And now I knew why, and Katie knew that I knew.   I felt a surge of triumph.   No longer would she look at me with that sulky urchin's face and make me feel she was looking at me with contempt, because now I knew for certain that she had been looking covertly with the eyes of desire.   Oh, I know she had never expected to involve me, the nearest she could get was my stockings, my panties, my garterbelt in her squalid little fantasies and I was determined to teach her a lesson she would never forget.   She half-rose from the seat, making as if to pull her panties up, but I pushed her down again and she nervously pulled the skirt of her dress over her thighs.
"I want you to continue," I said.
Her pretty jaw dropped and she pushed her hair back from her eyes.
"I....I wasn't doing anything." She said.
"You're lying again, Katie," I said. "Just as you have lied about the stockings.   I know what you were doing."
"Please," she said.
"Please what?"
"Please, Ma'am," she said.
"That's better," I said. "Or you may call me Auntie, if you wish."
"All right, Auntie," she said in a whisper.
"What you were doing...most girls do it at some time or other.   I know I did..."
She looked at me with surprise and relief on her face.
"You thought I was going to tell your parents?"
She nodded and then put her hand between her legs in her little slit and began moving against the back of her thumb, gradually swallowing thumb and index finger in her soft, moist flesh.   Her foot began to bang against the plywood cupboard under the sink.

Two players had come off the court and into cubicles on either side.   Janna made a sort of  half-sobbing sound  and one of them called, "You got someone in there, Janna.?"
"Is she a pupil, Janna," the other one called and the two of them started giggling, while Janna gave a hoarse laugh and turned me around so that my back was to the door.   Then she half-straddled my face, gripped my ponytail with both hands and, as the first girl called out, "Will she go all the way, Janna?" I found my head forced against the door of the cubicle and a rhythmic thumping could be heard as Janna humped my face against the heavy plywood.   I had tried to give her pleasure the way I thought she would want it, to open her with my tongue and softly lap her into a state of arousal, but she stood straddle-legged so that my nose and mouth seemed to  be claimed as though by right of conquest by her muscular crotch and I could feel her slime on my eyelids and eyelashes, my nose and throat choking on her heavy female smell.   I tried to cry out, but she pushed me back relentlessly against the door, pulsing her chunky body slowly back and forwards with her powerful legs until she came with a harsh keening cry of satisfaction, then continued to rub my face between her legs as she twitched through a second, long-drawn out orgasm.   She stood still for a few moments, gasping.
"You were okay," she said, when she had got her breath back and helped me to my feet. "See you in the showers"

"What's wrong?" I asked Katie as she looked up at me anxiously, still trying valiantly to reach her climax, but at the same time bent over as though she had a stomach-ache, trying to hide as much as possible from my view.
"I ...I don't think I can, Auntie," she gasped.
"You have to," I said. "You're not leaving there until you do.   And don't try to pretend....I'll know."
Poor child, why was I talking this rubbish?   How would I know, as everybody has their own way, their own sound, their own shame?   I was trying to keep her at a disadvantage - I think I dimly recognised that, but I was not yet in full command of the situation and was acting mainly on instinct.    I saw her desperately glancing at my sheer 15 denier stockings hanging limply from the basin as if beseeching them for that little extra impetus we have all prayed for at times to boost us over that invisible barrier to fulfilled desire.   Almost without conscious thought I took a step forward so that my right hip was within inches of her nose, then I bent to catch the hem of my skirt and lifted it up above my thighs.    Her startled eyes stared up past her nose at the sturdy beige garter-strap on my thigh, the nubbin of the garter button in the heavy dark welt of my stocking.   My eyes followed hers down my thigh, over the shapely knee and down the slim calf to the shapely ankle and the narrow foot with the elegant Italian shoe.   I placed my left hand on my waist and held my skirt bunched like a dancer in my other hand against my right hip.   Katie gave three little whimpering gasps and then a long-drawn out groaning sigh as she reached the plateau she had been desperately seeking.    I felt an almost overwhelming desire to bend down and crush her adorable lips under mine, but instead I ordered her to kneel on the floor in front of me.

I didn't really expect Janna to kiss me when we had finished, unless she wanted to kiss her own mess on my face.   If she had even kissed me before we started it wouldn't have been so bad, but I had never expected to be taken as casually and ruthlessly as that. Any foolish schoolgirl fantasies I might have had about a growing passion, sharing her bed and, yes, using her to further my tennis career, maybe coming eventually to love her,  had been dismissed out of hand.   I staggered out of the cubicle and hardly dared look at my face which was a sight, my hair messed up with her sex and a sticky  drying film on my face and eyebrows.   I turned on both taps hard and began to scrub my face, paying no attention when the other two girls came out and started to wash their hands, keeping my ashamed face hidden with scoops of water.   But one of them said brusquely to me as she left, "Better hurry before she starts hollering for you in the shower!"

When Katie was on her knees before me I reached out and caressed the back of her head.
"I know you have been borrowing my underwear" I said. "Do you admit that?"
She nodded dumbly.
"You are attracted to me in some way, but you do not know why.   Perhaps because I am a mature woman and you feel I am experienced, is that it?"
"I guess so," she mumbled.
"Have you ever gone down on anyone?" I asked.
"Yeah, with boys,." She said.
"Never with a girl?"
"When I was a kid a bigger girl made me do it once," she said.
"Did you like it?"
"She wasn't that clean..."
"And you didn't like that?"
"No...I don't know."
"It excited you, is that it?"
"Auntie...Please...!"
 "Now, I want you to put your face into me down there," I said. "Just against my panties.   I don't want you to do anything else.   You may feel a desire to kiss me, to use you tongue, isn't that so?"
"Yes," she said
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Ma'am...Auntie," she mumbled.
"You are to resist that temptation, do you understand?"
"I do, Auntie."
"Very well, and you are to answer as honestly as you can any questions I may ask you."
"Yes, Auntie," she said as I lifted my skirt again and placed it over her head, holding her snugly against me with my hand gripping her hair..    
I moved my legs further apart into a more comfortable position and could feel her moist, warm breath between my legs. "Now I'll guide you to the right place."
I moved her head until her nose pressed against my clitoris and her mouth was at the entrance to my moist aperture. She had to tip her head back in order to maintain contact in both places, but I was quite pleased at the thought that some discomfort should be part of this experience for her while giving me pleasure.
I admonished her, "Just stay right there until I tell you to move.   That's right, just surrender yourself to the perfumed darkness, fall deeply in love with it." 
I couldn't tell for sure if the growing warm dampness in my panties was caused by the release of my secretions or Katie's hot breath, as she seemed eager to drink in my aroma through mouth and nostrils.
 Was the little minx trying to excite me?   I would certainly not have put it past her, but I was determined to remain in command of both myself and her.
 
."Can you smell me?"  I asked.
"Yes," she mumbled into my pussy.
I  inhaled sharply. "Yes, what?"
"I'm sorry. Yes, ma'am."
"That's better.  I've already told you that you may call me ma'am or you may call me Auntie, but you must talk to me respectfully."
"Yes'm"
"That's better, my dear.   "Do I smell very strong?"
"Yes, Auntie, you do."
"Just think about how dirty they are as you bury yourself in them."
She just grunted something, too deeply embedded in me to speak.   It was as though she was trying to gain entrance to my womb and all the envy I had for the womb that had produced this charming girl was now washed away as she quite clearly demonstrated to me where her deepest desires lay.
"There's something else, while you're kneeling there with your face in my lap, I'd like you to get into the  idea of worshipping me there.   It's is the center of womanhood, and you need to..." here I gulped - I was going to have to control myself, "to respectfully adore it."
The poor child tried to nod her head.

"Think of both things at once. You're sitting there with your mouth and nose pressed into my soiled underclothes. It's dirty, yet you keep on doing it. At the same time, underneath my dirty panties is my warm vagina. You love it, and want to show your respect to me by honoring it. You press your mouth against it as a symbol of your esteem."
I released her head for a moment and she mumbled "Yes, Auntie."
"I'm disappointed in you, Katie," I said.
"Please Auntie," she said, "I...I'm sorry.   Have I said something wrong?
" Perhaps I have a strong body odour, Katie, but I checked my panties in the ladies room before I came here.   They are scrupulously clean as my underwear always is.   Perhaps they are slightly moist, but that is hardly surprising, with your mouth pressed into them.   Is that understood?."
"Yes," she whispered.
"You apologise, then."
"Please, Auntie, yes."

I was pleased with the extent of my control.   I had  made two conflicting statements to Katie and she had accepted both of them   I knew that I now had her exactly where I wanted her and I had not let her see that I was in any way aroused by our intimate encounter from which I was now about to release her.   I slipped my skirt from over her head and smoothed it down over my thighs while she stood up, blinking in the light.   Not for me the unbridled passion of Janna as she almost raped me in the showers that same afternoon, pounding me against the tiled walls while the hot shower jetted powerfully down on us, before again pushing me to my knees and gripping my soaking hair in her experienced hands and pulling me into her.     With Katie I was playing a much longer game - I was playing for keeps.
"You still have a lot to learn," I  said, "But you are a good pupil,"
She smiled at me, an enchanting smile which showed she was now totally at ease with me
I lifted the stockings and said "You may keep these as a souvenir."
She took the sheer nylons from me, holding them to caress her cheek
"By the way, we have been discussing your education," I said. "Your other education."
 When told her that she was to come to live with me, for the next two years at least.
her smile became even more radiant.   Then she did something beautiful.   She took one of the stockings and knotted one end around her neck, handing the other to me like a leash.
I leaned forward impulsively and kissed her hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth and feeling her soft breasts against mine, her supple body within my arms.   I could taste myself on her lips and tongue and in that moment it was delicious.
"I'm so glad I was right about you," I said gratefully.

 End 

 

   



