I laid on the floor of Shirley's living room, still worn from the session and still in disbelief that my immediate future had been planned by my new mistress and my aunt. I was now a sex slave and I was going to be used whenever, and however, they pleased to do so. Like it or not, my life would no longer be my own.
I went back home sore and tired, and felt as if I had been through a training regimen for an Olympic sport. Uncle Pete asked how the job went, and Aunt Mary quickly said that I was almost finished, but that I needed to work on some more pipes before I would be finished. "Uh huh" Uncle Pete answered, as if he knew the real story.
School started two weeks later, and I immediately sought out the party crowd for a much-needed mental escape. I slept O.K., and with the 'vitamins' and hearty meals I managed to keep Mistress Shirley and Aunt Mary happy as needed. But the thought of having no freedom wore heavily, and my old life of unsupervised partying and mayhem beckoned me. I found a group of hard-rocker types who readily took me in as one of their own, and I often smoked and drank during the after-hours of the school day.
One Friday I was caught off-guard by Aunt Mary as I walked in the back door, stoned.
"I've been waiting for you. Where have you been?" she queried.
"Studying" I answered, but my mouth was dry and the word sounded like a four year old had said it.
"What's wrong with you, boy? Have you been drinking?" She stared at me as if she was studying me.
"Nothing," I answered "I was just studying!"
"No, you've been up to something. And I'm going to find out what, you'd better believe it" she stated with a warning tone.
I started to walk to my room when Aunt Mary grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back.
"Your Uncle Pete left town for a few days," she started, pulling my hair tight in her fist "and I'm feeling needy. Aunty needs some service!"
My cock hardened and I started to kneel in front of her, despite the dizzy feeling I had from the pot and the beer.
"Not yet!" she commanded. "Take your clothes off and then put them in your room and meet me in the living room." She released my hair and I started to walk to my room. "Wait! What's wrong with your ears? I said to take off your clothes and then go to your room!" She was right, and it was then I realized how stoned I really was, and had inadvertently chuckled. The crack from her hand on my cheek echoed in my head, and the sting from her wrenching my ear with her chubby fingers caused my prick to shrink quickly. "Something funny?"
"Jesus fuck!" I cried out.
Mary shot out a loud "Ah!" and continued "Oh yeah! You're gonna fuck alright...right after you eat a little cunt, boy! Now take those clothes off NOW!!! SERVICE!!!" she shouted, and my dick again hardened as if it had its own mind.
I took off my clothes quickly and Mary removed her cooking apron, which as it turned out, was all she was wearing. She instructed me to kneel, and I realized then that I had only fucked my aunt, but had never gone down on her up to that point. She sat in a kitchen chair and spread her legs exposing her furry mound and moist, parted labia. With a chubby curled finger, she motioned me to come to her, and I knee-walked slowly toward her open legs. My cock was extremely hard, and I figured that the dope and booze had influenced my physical reaction. Indeed, Aunt Mary looked pretty damn good right then and there.
Silently I began my tongue's assault on her slit as she gently held the back of my head. She was already aroused, and her ass slid forward in the chair to meet my mouth more readily. "Hey, boy. Don't be so anxious to get the clit. Work your tongue all the way around my lips and move it slowly up and down" she directed calmly. I did as instructed and my aunt was visibly pleased as she raised her cunt involuntarily to my tongue strokes. My only other cunt-licking had been on Mistress Shirley, which was different in that it involved more direct contact on the clit and lips.
"Lick me between my pussy and my asshole. Make me think you're going to lick my ass and then move your tongue back to my pussy. You think you can handle that, pothead?" I had been busted, and my mind began to wander as I wondered what my punishment would be. Surely this very erotic session couldn't be my punishment. This was too good, for sure.
"UmmmHmmm" I moaned as I licked my aunt's very sweet cunt as directed. I had developed a taste for pussy over the last couple of weeks, and my aunt's musky vagina made it all the more appetizing.
"Oh. Nephew likes Aunty's pussy, hmmmm? Well you WILL eat a lot of pussy this weekend. You'll service Aunty quite a few times over the next few days."
"Mmmmm. Yes, Aunty. I will service you as much as you want!" I said as I looked up at her. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure from the session, and she pulled my face back into her bush, where I eagerly darted my tongue into her hole.
Her voice was much softer when she again instructed me. "Don't flick your tongue like that. This isn't some pornographic movie. This is a real vagina you're licking. Women like it when you use a nice soft tongue on all of our soft spots. Do what I told you to do before, and then very gently give my clit a gentle lick. Eating pussy is all about the tease. Its all about making a woman think you might not let her come. Never mind what Shirley has taught you."
I again had my tongue travel around the folds of her delicious twat and between her ass and her pussy. Her breathing began to quicken and her hips raised and fell as I lapped at her. It felt natural to alternate kisses and licks, and Mary cooed that it "...was very good!" as I continued for both of our pleasures. My dick was painfully hard, but I was in no hurry to fuck or to come.
"Benny! Lick my clit more now, but do it with the back of your tongue, and have the tip of your tongue scoop between my pussy lips. That will make a wave motion on my clit. Do it!" I obliged her even though I dreaded the end. I wanted to lick her for much, much longer, and I didn't want to face punishment for being high. She began to pant and then she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in tight. It was everything I could do to not scrape her mons with my teeth, but managed to avoid doing so while she came in waves that mirrored the action of my tongue. Her come flooded my tongue and I swallowed it willingly. I began to ejaculate without any touch, and for several seconds was in absolute and complete ecstasy as I shot hot come on my own belly and onto the floor.
"That's good, Benny! You did very, very well for Aunty!" she exclaimed as she leaned partly out of the chair, spent, limp, and out of breath. "I think its time for you to come to my room, finally."
I wanted to tell her how great it just was and how close I felt to her, but my curiosity of her room got to me and my mind wandered as to what would be in store. "Can I see it tonight?" I asked, hoping for a 'yes'.
"Yes and you'll sleep with me there all weekend" came her reply. Her feet rubbed the sticky droplets left from my ejaculation and she instructed me to clean up the mess and to meet her upstairs. I did so quickly, and after putting my clothes in the hamper, walked partially erect up the stairs to her boudoir.
There was really nothing special that I could see, at first. The lighting was indirect, and came from sources around the floor area. Her bed was the largest I ever saw, and was perhaps the size of two king-size beds together. From the walls and ceiling hung various contraptions and cables, and one could get the impression that this was a very elaborate set-up for someone who had little mobility. Cables attached to other cables which attached to rings which attached to straps. At the corners of Mary's bed were metal posts with rings that had been welded to them, and attached to some of the rings were cuff-like restraints on chains. Across from the foot of Mary's bed was a dressing table, and neatly laid out on top were various contraptions; some of which looked like sex toys, and some of which looked like power tools. It was a lot for a stoned teenager to take in at once.
Mary curled her finger and motioned me to her. She grabbed my cock and said in a mocking tone, "I'm going to give him his, too" and then grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me onto the bed, faced down. She slid a strap under my belly and another one under my chest and then under my arms and behind my back. Both of my wrists were then shackled and so too were my ankles. She then took an elastic headband type of device and put it around my head and strapped it on under my jaw. Aunt Mary then moved to the side of the bed opposite me and pulled a trapeze like lever with little levers on that which had been hanging from above. In a matter of seconds I found myself floating above the bed about a foot or so, and was being glided towards Mary.
As I moved towards her, my hands were pulled down to my sides by the shackles. I was at her mercy completely, but at the same time was actually very comfortable. Mary slid underneath me and positioned my face above hers. With the lever controls in her free hand, she tweaked and twisted me until my body was just fractions of an inch above hers, our torsos aligned. She began to kiss me and she shoved her tongue into my mouth as she grabbed the small of my back and pulled me toward her. Kissing was my territory, and I responded like a pro and received favorable moans of delight from her as I kissed her.
"You taste like pussy" she said between her pants of lust.
"I taste like Aunty's pussy" I said and then immediately shoved my tongue back into her wanting mouth.
"Aunty's gonna fuck you now!" she screamed and she pulled the levers again to make me even closer than before. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her with an animal-like grunt. She wrapped her legs around me and then grabbed the lever bar. My body was shoved way forward, and I felt my prick go as far as it could into her vagina. She climaxed and then started to swing and twist the lever bar, forcing my body to buck while my prick was still inside of her, yet my body was delightfully afloat and relaxed. Her hips raised, lowered, and twisted to grind me into her as I floated and rammed into her. She again let go of the bar and grabbed my ass to ride out another loud orgasm on my cock.
It was wonderful to be used for sex by this chubby woman. As I floated above her I wondered if this was a life I could get used to; a sex slave for a couple of older, lonely women who appreciated what I was doing for them. I wanted to hug Aunt Mary and hold her so I could have my own orgasm.
