Auntie's Our Slave

CHAPTER THREE

"What are you doing to me?" Jane asked as Mike stared down at her.

She was still gasping far breath, her hips bucking slowly off the bed. Her ass burned as though it was on fire, but somehow that pain was making her cunt tinge with pleasure. Her inner thighs were damp with pussy-cream. Her beautiful face was stained with jism and soaked with piss. Her sleek body was burning with a kind of lust she had never felt before. She still couldn't understand what was happening to her. "You're a horny old slut, Aunt Jane," Mike said with a shrug, walking to the bedroom door. "And you've got some fucking screwy ideas about things. You're almost thirty and you're still fucking around with kids. I want to see just how much you like that hot flesh."

"What do you mean?" Jane asked, having the terrible feeling that she knew the answer.

"You said you could fuck teenage cock and suck teenage cunt all day long. We're going to see whether or not you were just fucking bragging." Mike opened the bedroom door. "Only this time you won't be calling the shots. The kids will. Don't worry, you'll still love it, you nasty old slut."

"Mike, please don't!" Jane cried as he stepped out the door. "I've always been nice to you, haven't I?"

But Mike was gone from the room. An instant later someone else stepped in, and Jane screamed when she saw her.

"We're being nice to you, too," Marcia, Jane's niece and Mike's sister, said. "You're just going to have to learn some things before you understand that."

"Marcia!" Jane whimpered. She burned with shame at the way she must look, tied down on the filthy bed, her legs spread wide and her face dirty with Mike's cum. "Please let me go! I don't know what Mike told you, but I swear he was lying! Please, he hurt me so bad!"

"And you loved it." Marcia stopped at the foot of the bed and started undressing. She was wearing a tight white halter and a pair of cutoff jeans. In a moment she was wearing nothing. "You know, I've been jealous ever since you and Mike started fucking. I'm not sure if I was more jealous of you or him."

Marcia was almost six feet tall. Her blonde hair splashed around broad shoulders that were just the start of a stunning figure. Marcia had big, firm tits with bright pink nipples. Her waist was narrow though, and her ass was teenage tight. Her cunt was pink and beautiful, framed by a golden bush of pussy-hair. Marcia's face looked a lot like Jane's but her figure was pure teenage perfection.

"I'm going to make a meal of you, Aunt Jane," Marcia whispered, crawling up between Jane's long, shapely legs. "I've wanted to eat you up my whole life. I just hope you taste as good as you look."

"No, please, no!" Jane cried weakly. She tried to bring her legs together but Marcia was already between them. The willowy blonde shoved her thighs even wider apart, pinning them with her forearms as she ran her fingers over Jane's damp pussy. "This is unnatural! It's perverted! Please don't make me do it!"

"You're perverted," Marcia said, teasing the tips of her fingernails over the tender lips of Jane's pussy. "But I'll make you a deal, Aunt Jane. If you aren't begging for more in ten minutes, I'll leave you alone. You won't ever have to mess with a girl again."

Jane craned her neck up to watch as her gorgeous niece lowered her face toward her cunt. The buzzing inside Jane's pussy was still going on, and she had to admit that the sight of her teenage niece's super sexy body had sent strange chills running through her. It disgusted her to realize that the sight of a beautiful girl could make her excited.

Marcia smiled as she rubbed her pretty face gently against the outer folds of Jane's pussy. She turned her face this way and that, barely brushing her silky skin against the heated folds of cunt-flesh. Jane's breath shuddered in and out as Marcia teased her. She stared down at the sexy girl with wide, frightened eyes.

Marcia scratched lightly at the outer lips, of Jane's cunt. She lowered her face farther and nudged her nose gently between the swollen folds of fuck-flesh. With a quick dip of her head she took a tiny nip at the skin high on Jane's right inner thigh. Jane gasped with surprise, bucking her ass off the soft bed and into her niece's waiting face.

Marcia backed off, laughing at her aunt's reaction. Then the beautiful teenager was back to work, this time lathing her pretty pink tongue over the silky brown hair of Jane's pussy mound.

"I love your pussy, Aunt Jane," Marcia said. She licked lower, sponging her talented tongue over Jane's silky inner thighs. "I've had sex with a lot of girls, but never with an older woman like you. And never with anyone as beautiful as you. Why you're almost as beautiful as me, aren't you? Almost, but not quite. Say that, Aunt Jane. Say that you're almost as beautiful as me."

Jane dropped her head back against the bed, unable to bear the look of mocking superiority her beautiful niece was wearing.

"Tell me," Marcia said, rubbing the flat of her hand over Jane's swollen cunt-lips. "It's the truth and we both know it. You might as well tell me."

Jane uttered a single, small moan of passion, then clamped her mouth tightly shut. Marcia was an expert at stimulating a pussy, and Jane could feel tremors of pure sexual excitement washing through her marshy cunt.

Marcia whipped her tongue up and down Jane's inner thighs while she rubbed her palms over Jane's cunt-lips. She followed the tendons that lined Jane's inner thighs all the way up to the edges of her pussy, then whisked her tongue back down her aunt's legs. All the time the flats of her hands rubbed over Jane's pussy, moving quickly, then slowly, sometimes rubbing the whole pooching cunt mound, other times massaging just a tiny piece of pussy-flesh. Jane fought with every ounce of self-control she possessed to keep her ass flat against the bed, to keep her mouth tightly shut to the moans of pleasure that fought to bubble forth.

"Come on, Aunt Jane," Marcia said. "Tell me how much you love what I'm doing to you. Tell me how beautiful you think I am."

Marcia flicked her tongue over the lips of Jane's cunt for the first time. The sleek beauty thought she was going to lose her mind.

Then Marcia poked a single finger deep inside Jane's squirming pussy, and she could keep still no longer.

Marcia giggled as Jane's hips bucked up off the bed. She followed the movement easily, drawing her tongue gently, teasingly, over Jane's heated pussy. She wiggled her finger deep inside Jane's cunt, scratching at her pussy-lips with the other fingers of that hand. She used her free hand to scratch lightly up and down Jane's asscrack. The combination of sensations drove the beautiful older woman crazy.

"I am beautiful!" she cried out, squirming under the expert manipulation of her gorgeous tormentor. "I'm a beautiful woman! I'm one of the most beautiful women in the whole town!"

"What else?" Marcia asked, pulling on Jane's pussy-lips with both hands now, working them this way and that while she tickled her tongue over the interior of her cunt. "Say the rest, Aunt Jane. You know that it's the truth, you beautiful old bitch!"

Marcia's mouth and hands were everywhere, doing everything. Marcia bit her inner thighs, then washed her tongue over Jane's pussy. She yanked on Jane's cunt-lips until the older woman cried out in pain, then plunged a finger so deep inside her cunt that Jane felt as though she had been impaled on a spear. Marcia strummed her fingernails over the tiny bud of Jane's clit and the captive beauty exploded with one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had.

"I'm not as beautiful as you!" Jane cried, whipping her head from side to side, bucking her ass almost a foot off the bed. "You know I'm not! You're so perfect! You've got such beautiful blonde hair and such big, bouncy tits! You're so tall and so tanned! You look like a centerfold!"

"So do you, Aunt Jane," Marcia said, sounding pleased with herself. She drove her tongue deep inside Jane's cunt for the first time and set off a firecracker string of climaxes inside the helplessly aroused beauty. "Just not quite as hot a one. I mean, everybody can't be the most beautiful, can they? Second best isn't so bad, is it?"

When Jane didn't answer, Marcia pinched her ass with both hands, driving her sharp fingernails into Jane's tender, creamy-ass-flesh.

"No!" Jane cried out, squirming with both lust and agony. "No, it isn't so bad being second best, Marcia! Especially to someone as beautiful as you! I've always thought you were beautiful! I've always wished you could be mine!"

Marcia laughed out loud and attacked Jane's cunt. She bit at the outer folds of Jane's pussy until Jane was bucking and twisting madly under her touch. The bites were just hard enough to drive Jane mad with tickling, gnawing pleasure. Marcia stuck two fingers into Jane's pussy and swished them back and forth.

"I could tell," Marcia said, raising her pussy drenched face from between Jane's widespread legs. "You've always looked at me that way. Watching my ass. Looking at my tits instead of my face. But now you're mine. That's even better, isn't it? Because now that you belong to me, you don't even have to think about what you're doing. I'll just tell you and you can do it. Right?"

"Right!" Jane gasped, urging her hips up off the bed, driving her swampy pussy at Marcia's talented mouth and hands. "I'm yours now! You're so beautiful! You're so good! Just tell me what to do and I'll do it!"

Marcia smiled mockingly up at her beautiful, sex-mad aunt. She whipped her tongue over Jane's clit with strokes that came from every direction, at every possible speed. She pulled at Jane's cunt-lips with one hand and spiked two fingers from the other deep inside the humid depths of Jane's pussy. When she dragged those fingers out she scratched teasingly at the supersensitive flesh of Jane's cunt. In moments she had her sexy aunt whimpering her way through another powerful orgasm. Jane stared down at her with lost, loving eyes.

"Now you better understand what we're talking about here," Marcia said, raising her head from Jane's cunt once more. Her beautiful features were frosted with so much pussy-cream that she looked as though she had been smeared with a whole stick of butter. "I'm not just talking about fun girl-games. I might want to hurt you real bad. I might want to give you to my friends. If you want to be my pet, Aunt Jane, you're going to have to do everything I tell you. You're going to have to suffer. I'll want to make you suffer a lot. Do you understand?"

Jane wanted to cry. She wanted to beg her cruel, beautiful niece for mercy. She wanted to somehow stop the things that were happening to her. Less than an hour before she had been in control of her life, a woman who was always in charge of everything. Now she was tied to her bed, soaked with piss, brought to helpless, senseless orgasms by her own niece. She thought of the ways Marcia would hurt her, thought of how degrading it would be to have to perform for the girl's teenage friends like a trained animal.

"I understand," she whispered, not able to meet the masterful stare of her teenage niece. "If I belong to you, then you can do whatever you want to with me. I'll try to like it when you hurt me. And I'll be nice to your friends. I'll do whatever you want me to with them."

"You're saying you're my slave then?" Marcia asked, a bright smile on her beautiful face as she brought Jane to one squirming, whimpering orgasm after another. "You're saying that you're my little sex pet, right?"

"Right!" Jane cried, climaxes tumbling together inside her until she thrashed and wiggled uncontrollably. "Right! I'm your pet! I'm your slave! You can do anything to me you want!"

"Right now I want to fuck you," Marcia said, climbing up between Jane's legs.