Suddenly there appeared on the moonlit horizon a shape, his
muscular form glistening. She gasped as he moved closer.
As she gazed upon the curve of his masculinity, her heart
skipped. Suddenly, he appeared, a vision of power.
He approached her and suddenly stopped, leaned near, grabbed
her face with his powerful hands, bent low and kissed her long
AND HARD. She moaned with expectation of pleasure yet to come.
His tongue darted in and out. She met it with enthusiasm.

His forceful hands explored her tender body. She rose to meet
the building pleasure. He paused–surveying the hidden wonder
of her responding passion. She rose and gently drew him near,
clutching his youthful body. He gasped suddenly as she
possessed his manhood in her slender fingers and drew it to
her mouth. Gazing at him in wonder, she kissed him softly.
He responded with a low moaning sound.. Quietly and without
reservation they removed their hindering clothing. He knelt
down and slowly began to possess her. She moaned softly–take
me – now! I am yours!

He entered her gently, pleasurable, strongly, and with an
insatiable lust. Suddenly the night was split with screams of
pleasure as her hands pushed his pelvis into hers. He resisted
for a moment, but could not resist this new feeling of warmth
and potential ecstasy. Their bodies rose together in undaunted
pleasure. He lurched suddenly into her and she cried into the
night with a possessive sigh of inexplicable pleasure. they
parted with a long lingering kiss that said “I knew you.”

The door was soon answered and it opened to reveal Sandra standing
there. She was dressed in a white shirt and a short blue skirt.
Her beautiful long golden-blonde hair was tied with a blue ribbon
and hung below her shoulders. Sally smiled at her. As always, the
sight of her young niece cheered her up. Sandra returned the
smile, being glad to see Sally.

- Hello. Are you alone. Sally asked as Sandra made room for her to
pass into the house.

- Yes. Everyone else is out. Sandra answered.

As they moved into the kitchen, Sally related the rather
uninteresting events of her journey to Sandra, who wasted no time
in finding and pouring a soft drink for Sally and herself. As her
eyes adjusted to the comparative darkness inside the house, Sally
regarded Sandra’s body as it moved around the kitchen, preparing
the drink. Her eyes seemed to fix automatically on Sandra’s chest
and she quietly admired her young, growing breasts. Sally noted
approvingly that Sandra was not wearing a bra – not of course that
she had any need of one. Her small breasts were perfectly firm. By
now the drinks were ready and Sally drank hers, enjoying the cold
refreshment.

Then once again she resumed her account and as she spoke, she
again could not help looking at Sandra who stood there – this
time it was not just her breasts which were the object of Sally’s
lustful attentions – but also the way her slim hips curved to form
her waist. Sandra saw the movement of Sally’s eyes over her body
and smiled to herself.

Sally finished her drink and then placed the glass down on the
table. Then she raised her hands behind her head and stretched in
a movement that she knew would push her breasts into prominence –
mainly through having spent the best part of an hour practising
the movement in front of her bedroom mirror one recent afternoon.
Sally naturally was unable to resist and, as Sandra had intended,
stared at the display. Sandra’s breasts were small, but they were
well shaped being very much the size and shape of small apples.
They were perfect for her slim body.

As Sandra eased from her stretch, her eyes caught those of Sally
as they looked up. Both girls smiled simultaneously – it was
obvious that they were thinking along the same lines. It was just
a matter of who would be the first to break the somewhat thin ice.

For a moment there was silence in the room.

- I feel so horny! Sally exclaimed, breaking the silence, looking
at Sandra straight in the eye.

- That’s strange. So do I. Sandra blushed at her boldness.

Sally leant against the edge of the table with her feet about two
feet apart. Then smiling at Sandra, she pulled up her skirt to
reveal a pair of light blue panties covering her pussy.

- Would you like to lick me? Sally asked. As she spoke she moved
her right hand to touch her slit, hidden as it was by the panties,
and then drew it up and down slowly, running the tips of her
fingers caressingly across her panties in an unmistakeable
invitation.

Sandra looked at Sally and nodded her assent. Then she moved
forwards to kneel between Sally’s legs. Sandra looked placed her
hands on the backs of Sally’s legs and then looked up. Sally
looked down to see the pretty face of her niece – all of a sudden
she felt very turned-on. Sandra did not wait long before pushing
her face to Sally’s crotch. Then her tongue extended to brush
against the material of the panties. She began to lick steadily.
The panties started to pick up moisture from Sandra’s tongue.
Sally felt Sandra’s tongue working away and her pussy began to
dampen. It felt so good – the feel of the tongue through the light
cloth. And every couple of strokes, Sandra’s tongue would pass
above Sally’s clitoris and arouse her even more. It felt so good.
Sally allowed her hands to drop her skirt which then fell to
partially cover Sandra’s head . Sally then reached down to feel
Sandra’s thick golden-blonde hair – she loved running her hands
through it and holding it. Sandra was enjoying her task
considerable and was herself becoming aroused. The panties in
front of her were by now very wet and she could taste something
other than her own saliva when her aimed her licks lower – Sally’s
love juices were gradually adding their presence to the wetness
already there.

By this time Sally was in ecstasy – each lick of Sandra added to
her pleasure as Sandra now concentrated almost exclusively on her
clitoris. Sally stifled her desire to cry out in pleasure as she
let herself be carried away by the sensations – the panties
prevented the pressure on her clitoris becoming too intense and
the wetness of the material added to the eroticism. Sally realised
that she would soon reach her orgasm and wanting it badly, did
nothing to attempt to delay the inevitable. Sandra’s tongue was
ensuring that the climax would soon be reached, and as it finally
arrived, Sally tightened her grip on Sandra’s hair and thrust her
crotch at Sandra’s face.

- I’m coming…ahhhhhhh…

Sandra heard Sally’s moan and carried on with her licking making
sure to keep her tongue as near as possible to Sally’s clitoris
despite Sally’s involuntary thrusts of her pelvis as the waves of
pleasure swept over her. Sally lost herself in pleasure, her eyes
closed. As each wave rolled over her body, she enjoyed that
ultimate pleasure to which she knew no equal.

At last the waves died down and Sandra, attuned to what was
happening, allowed her licking to slow down and placed less
pressure at each stroke of her tongue. At last the orgasm was
over and as Sally opened her eyes, Sandra eased her licking until
she stopped completely. Sally once more held up her skirt to look
down to she the grinning and wet face of Sandra looking up at her.

- That was wonderful. Sally answered Sandra’s unspoken query.

In reply Sandra leaned forward once more to plant a single kiss
directly on Sally’s sodden panties.

- Yes, you seem to have wet your panties. Sandra mischievously
teased the older girl.

Suddenly a thought occurred to Sally – she was now aware of a
certain pressure which was making its presence known. At once she
knew how to deal with it.

- Well, perhaps they are not wet enough. Sally grinned at Sandra.
What do you think?

Sandra was slightly bemused by this question. Sally observed this.

- Watch. Sally’s eyes indicated that Sandra should look at Sally’s
panties. Sandra did so. There seemed to be nothing to see – just
the wet blue panties which clung to Sally’s pussy. If at all
possible they seemed to be even wetter than when Sandra had
finished licking.

- Have a taste. Sally ordered.

Sandra complied and once again moved her head nearer to allow her
tongue to lick at the most sodden part of Sally’s panties. At
once she knew that something was different – there was a somewhat
strange taste and the liquid was.warm! Sandra leant back and
looked up in amazement.

- You’re wetting yourself! Sandra exclaimed.

- Of course. Sally laughed at the shock on the face of Sandra.

Sandra looked back towards Sally’s panties and watched at the
wetness gradually increased until it could no longer be held by
the thin material and a small stream emerged from the lowest point
to dribble down onto Sandra’s bare knees which were left uncovered
by Sandra’s skirt. Sandra watched as the drops of the warm liquid
dropped onto her legs. Then the small stream dried until just a
couple of individual droplets joined the rest. Sandra looked up
once more to see Sally grinning broadly at her.

- What do you think? Sally asked, although she could see the
fascination quite plainly on Sandra’s face.

Sandra did not know what to say. In her confusion and with her
heart pounding inside her she leaned forward to allow her tongue
to taste Sally’s panties. The piss had totally saturated the
crotch of the panties and Sandra tasted its presence as she licked
a couple of times at the wet material. The slightly tangy taste
was not too bad she decided as she withdrew her tongue. She felt
very turned on indeed. Dimly she was aware of her own pussy – wet
from her love-juice. But now she concentrated on Sally’s piss
soaked panties. Sally watched as Sandra savoured the taste and
smiled in pleasure as she saw that Sandra intended to take another
taste. This time however instead of using her tongue to explore,
Sandra pressed her lips directly against Sally’s crotch and forced
some of the wet material just inside them. Then she sucked,
drawing the wetness straight into her mouth. By now she was almost
used to the flavour and actively enjoyed it. As that one small
patch lost its moisture, Sandra moved slightly lower seeking a
patch that still retained its full wetness. She then repeated her
sucking.

Sally overwhelmed by the sheer depravity of Sandra’s actions in
sucking the piss from her panties. It was unbelievably erotic!
Before she had carefully released only a small amount of piss.
Now, while Sandra’s face was pressed against her pudenda, Sally
relaxed her muscles to allow her piss to flow, not as a controlled
release, but as a strong and steady stream which immediately
filled her panties and burst against Sandra. Sandra suddenly
realised that Sally was pissing at that very moment – without a
moment’s thought she opened her mouth and pressed it open against
the panty material from which it was now pouring – again she
sucked. This time, however, instead of needed to draw pull the
liquid from the panty material, piss filled her mouth
automatically. When her mouth was full of the hot liquid Sandra
had to close her mouth and swallow the mouthful that she still
held. The rest of Sally’s piss continued to emerge, flowing over
Sandra’s face, around her chin and down the sides of her neck, then finding its way in streams under the collar of her shirt to
be soaked up by the cotton material. Another small flow escaped by
a different route and Sally felt it running down the inside of her
right leg.

As soon as Sandra had managed to swallow her first mouthful, she
opened her mouth to receive another. By now Sally had almost
finished and her rate of pissing was slowing down. Sandra realised
this and pressed harder against Sally, trying to collect as much
as she could. At last Sally finished pissing. Sandra then closed
her mouth and pulled her head to look up at Sally. Sally looked
down at Sandra and when she saw the wet condition of Sandra’s face
and the wet patches on the front her shirt, one of which covered a
breast on which the outline of a small hard nipple could be seen,
she was unable to resist moving one of her hands down to her wet
crotch in order to cup it – she was very, very excited. She
squeezed and felt the wetness there and began to masturbate,
rubbing her hand over her pussy and against her clitoris.

As she did this her eyes locked with Sandra’s. When Sandra saw
Sally watching, she opened her mouth with deliberate slowness to
reveal that there was still a pool of piss within. When Sally saw
this, her hand moved even faster as she rubbed herself, desperate
to come to orgasm for the second time. It was not long to wait in
her current state, especially when she saw Sandra close her mouth
to reveal a teasing smile. A few seconds later after a small
movement of Sandra’s throat, she reopened her mouth – this time it
was empty. Sally’s hand was moving frantically and now her climax
arrived. She carried on without slowing down as her whole body
shook in waves of pleasure, her eyes never leaving Sandra’s face
until it was finally over. In the meantime Sandra watched as her
companion again achieved orgasm, this time through her own
efforts. As she watched she was unable to resist putting one of
her own hands up her skirt to rub herself. Sally saw this as she
recovered and grinned.

Sandra then deliberately pulled back her blue skirt to reveal that
she was wearing no panties. Sally’s eyes fixed themselves on her
Sandra’s beautiful little pussy surmounted by a small, sparse
patch of blonde pussy hair. Sandra’s hand returned to its work –
she was now using a couple of fingers to rub in a circular motion
against her clitoris. Knowing that Sally was watching made her
want to demonstrate that she too could reach orgasm quickly and
efficiently on her own. She was also very, very randy. Her fingers
continued their motions rubbing just around her pleasure spot,
sending waves of pleasure through her body. It was not long before
these sensations turned into a climax of pure delight – she was
coming. Her fingers speeded up slightly and Sally watched intently
as Sandra suddenly stiffened giving a visible sign of what was
happening inside her. Her orgasm lasted a few seconds and as it
died away, Sandra slowed her fingers until they came to a
standstill and then looked directly at Sally with a satisfied grin
on her cheeky face.

Sally laughed and knelt down next to Sandra on the floor. She
leant forward to kiss her wet niece and their sets of lips came
together. Sally tasted her own piss on Sandra’s face and then
probed into Sandra’s mouth with her tongue. Her tongue encountered
Sandra’s and the two young girls looked into each other’s eyes as
their mouths locked in a passionate kiss.

Five o’clock came after what seemed an eternity and we heading
home together in the car. As we came inside the house, she said, “Why
don’t you go ahead and change, I’ll start the pasta?” I agreed and
went off toward the bedroom. I began removing my blazer suit: hung my
blazer in the closet; unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it into the
laundry basket; kicked off my pumps and wiggled my tired feet;
unzipped my skirt and put it over the chair; unrolled my hose and
tossed them on top of the blouse, removed my bra and panties and
tossed them also. I went to into the bathroom to wash up but before I
could start the water Amy came in. “What are doing?”, I asked
demanded. She had never seen me undressed before now. She grabbed my
wrists and before I could react she had handcuffed my wrists together
behind my back. “What the fuck are you doing!!” I yelled. She
answered, “I’m going to give you what you deserve slut. I’m tired of
the way you tease the men at work! You and your slutty clothes!! Where
do you get off coming on to the guys like you do?? Wearing no bra, and
skirts to show off your pussy – you must be a slut or whore!!”. I was
shocked speechless by what she was saying.

She pulled me over to the bed and tied my ankles to the corner
bedposts She then tied a piece of cord to each wrist and then to
each bedpost at the headboard. As she unlocked the handcuffs, she
pulled tight on the cords and my wrists were then securely tied also.
I was very scared and began struggling against the bonds she had tied,
but it was no use – they were very tight. She then placed a ball gag
in mouth and fastened it with a leather strap. I was very terrified
now. There I was: tied spread-eagled to the bed & gagged. I couldn’t
move or yell!

I watched as she left the room and soon returned my a black
nylon bag. From the bag she pulled out a short leather crop. I
thought, “My God, she is going to whip me!” Sure enough, she began
caressing my legs, thighs, stomach, and breasts with it. If I could
have screamed I certainly would have. She announced, “Are you ready
slut?”. I watched in terror as she raised the crop and began to whip
my legs. I nearly jumped a foot off of the bed in pain as it landed.
She continued by criss-crossing my legs with lashes from her crop. She
began to move her lashes up my body – hitting my thighs, stomach, and
then my breasts. It all hurt so much that soon I lost all sense of
pain; it seemed to blur together as she kept up her merciless attack.
Suddenly she stopped, and put the crop down. The pain I had tried not
to think about I could no longer avoid as it flooded into me in the
absence of any new pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I managed a
gagged sob when I raised my head up a little and saw my body covered
with welts.

I then watched as she went into the bathroom and returned with a
razor and a can of shave cream. “Oh shit what is next??” I thought,
through the pain. As she climbed between my legs, she said “I’m going
to shave your cunt, whore. Whores must be kept clean.” “I wouldn’t
move at all if I were you; I wouldn’t want to slip and cut something
off.” As much pain as I was in I don’t I could have moved if I tried,
but nonetheless I did not move. She lathered up my pubes and all over
and around my pussy opening. She set the can of cream aside and began
to stroke with the razor. She made long, sweeping strokes on my mound
and soon it was gone. She made shorter strokes along side of my labia.
She pulled my labia out firmly and she even made sure to shave that.
She continued by shaving around the opening and around my clit. After
another minute she announced I was now “clean.” She got and went into
the bathroom. She got a wet handcloth and came back and wiped away the
remaining lather. My pussy felt so open, so vulnerable, so very
exposed. And I could do nothing.

She brought her nylon bag over closer to the bed. “I have now
punished you for what you have done and for what you are. You are and
have been a slut and whore. I’m about to punish you for what you might
do.” She brought out of her bag a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a very
sharp but oversized needle. I had no idea what she was going to do
with that but I now knew it would not be good. She crawled to between
my legs and sat cross-legged. She pulled out firmly on my outer labia.
“Jeeezzz what fuck is she going to do??” I wondered silently. I knew a
second later when the needle passed through both of my labia. The pain
was so sharp and sudden, I felt very light-headed and sooo faint……

I awoke several hours later. The room was dark and I was under
the covers. I flicked on the nightstand light. I wasn’t tied. The room
was quiet. Did I imagine all that?? I threw back the covers and looked
down at my body. No, I certainly didn’t. My entire front from breasts
down to my knees was a cross-checking of welts. I then remembered what
she was last doing to me. I spread my legs and looked at my pussy. It
was very naked and hairless. Then I saw what she did to me. “My God
that fucking bitch!!” She had pierced through both my large labia and
had inserted a small gold ring. My labia were essentially stapled
together at that one point. I felt very faint again…..

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