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Chapter six: A very wet morning
When Holly went down to the kitchen the following morning she found her aunt serving breakfast dressed only in an apron. Her bottom was bare and her big breasts swung freely beneath the thin cotton bib.
“Good morning Miss,” Lisa said politely, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. Holly would never fully understand the relationship that her aunt had with Mrs Henderson, but she did know that she found the whole situation incredibly exciting. Even now a tell tale tingle was making itself known in the intimate folds nestling between her thighs. And it wouldn’t be long before the tell tale tingle grew into something much more substantial, because Holly had prior knowledge of what was about to transpire...
As the dishes were being cleared Mrs Henderson told Lisa that she was going out until lunchtime. The next sentence brought a fresh bloom of heat to her lodger's cheeks.
"And whilst I'm gone your niece is going to keep an eye on you." Holly looked at the startled expression on her aunt’s red face. Jean Henderson turned towards the young girl.
“Make sure you put her through her paces this morning. I’d do it myself but I think you might enjoy the experience more!” They both laughed.
“Oh and do feel free to discipline her if she doesn’t put in enough effort.” Lisa stared hard at the kitchen floor. She was trembling all over.
“Holly’s in charge of you this morning girl so make sure you behave yourself. I haven't forgotten yesterdays shameful little adventure so I don’t expect any reports of you misbehaving. Do you understand?” The words were edged with sarcasm and as her cheeks darkened from red to crimson Lisa nodded unhappily.
“I’ll just get her cleaned and changed Holly then she’s all yours.”
Mrs Henderson waved from the car as she drove out onto the avenue. Holly waved back then turned from the window and sat down in an armchair. She was incredibly excited. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she looked at her aunt. Lisa was standing barefoot in the centre of the room. She certainly made an intriguing sight. The miniscule shorts she wore were ultra tight, fitting over her hips and the lower curve of her stomach like a second skin. It was obvious that she had nothing on underneath because between the tops of her thighs the mound of her pussy bulged obscenely. Revealed by the thin cotton both its' central crease and chubby labia were fully visible. She wore the same tiny cut-off vest she’d worn on Holly’s first night and it still displayed as much of her aunt’s big boobs as it had then. Holly drew in her breath and tried to control her excitement.
“Come here,” she said, clearing her throat. Lisa went and stood directly in front of her niece. She couldn’t bring herself to look the girl in the face so stared at the carpet instead.
“Why aren’t you wearing any knickers?” asked Holly as sternly as she could.
“I…I…I wasn’t allowed any Miss,” Lisa replied quietly. The embarrassment she was feeling was incredible. Having to submit to her young niece was drowning her in humiliation.
“Turn around and bend over.” Lisa did as she was told. As she bent her boobs swung out from beneath the vest revealing her nipples that were shamefully hard and erect. Holly stared at the swelling curves of her aunt’s bottom tightly encased in the little shorts. The full cheeks bulged enticingly whilst the pouch of the vagina jutted out very rudely. Where the thin cotton stretched across the vulval crease a tell tale wet line was revealed. Holly's own pussy was throbbing in sympathy! She slowly let her breath out and tried to stop the shaking of her hands. Now she was going to do as she pleased. She almost groaned as the thought caused the tingling in her belly to flare uncontrollably.
Star jumps, press-ups, running on the spot, touching her toes, cycling on her back, doing the splits – Holly ordered her aunt to do all of the most embarrassing exercises she could think of. And as Lisa grew more breathless and increasingly redder in the face the damp patch on the shorts between her legs grew larger and larger.
“Disgusting, you’re a disgusting little slut what are you?”
“A disgusting little slut Miss,” replied Lisa keeping her eyes downcast.
“Get your top off and let's see those big tits you’re so proud of.” As Holly’s manner had grown more demanding so her confidence had increased. Each time Lisa had done exactly as she was ordered Holly’s dominant behaviour had become more authoritarian. Now she was ready to have her aunt submit completely, now she was going to indulge herself as she’d wanted to since Friday night. Her heart was thudding as she watched the heavy breasts come into view, they wobbled nervously causing the thorn like nipples to poke in every direction. Lisa’s face was absolutely scarlet, the exercises had been tiring, she was out of breath and her nervousness was combining with the dreadful humiliation to make her feel really dizzy. A shiny layer of perspiration coated her skin enhancing the generous curves of her breasts and outlining the musculature of her legs.
"Take your shorts off."
Whilst her aunt had jumped and jogged in front of her Holly had relaxed on the settee, leaning back on the cushions and allowing the short skirt she wore to ride up on her thighs. As Lisa panted with exertion so Holly began to pant with desire, she couldn't help herself. She'd squeezed her legs together as she'd watched, causing delicious sensations to flood the delicate, and increasingly moist, slit of her pussy. Now she wanted to go further.
"Running on the spot, get going." Lisa did as she was told. Her breasts began to bounce immediately and after only a few moments they started to ache. She couldn't help cupping them for support.
"Get your hands away! In fact put them behind your back and keep them there." Lisa moaned as the aching in her bouncing globes grew. Holly stood up and held them in her own hands. She squeezed the soft flesh firmly before transferring her attention to the engorged tips, pinching them with her fingers as they tired to escape her grip. Lisa moaned more urgently as her sensitive nipples absorbed the hurt.
"Alright you can stop now," said Holly as she sat back down to catch her breath. She gazed up into the flushed features of her panting aunt. For the briefest of moments their eyes met. Lisa quickly dropped her gaze but not before she'd recognised the look of triumph on the girl's face. Holly told her to spread her legs and stand still. Immediately she reached out and started to open the hairless vulval folds displayed so provocatively in front of her. Lisa moaned but couldn't help pushing her hips forwards onto the questing digits.
"Owwwwwwww! Ooooooooooooh!" Two vicious slaps across the fullness of one thigh made her cry out.
"I said stand still!" The fingers delved roughly between the sticky lips bringing a stream of groans from Lisa and an involuntary squirming of her hips. She squealed loudly as another two slaps stung the soft curve of her thigh.
"Aren't you able to follow simple instructions you stupid girl?" The teasing fingers returned, seeking out the erect clitoral button and nipping it sharply. Lisa gasped and jerked her hips back and forth frantically. The girl toyed knowingly with the sensitive flesh making her aunt whimper and shiver. She cupped the writhing bottom with her free hand noting how the soft cheeks clenched rhythmically as her manipulations drove the older woman relentlessly towards orgasm. Just as the powerful sensations were about to make Lisa lose all control Holly stopped the delicious torment.
"I told you to stay still not jerk about like a common tart. You need to be taught a lesson my girl!"
Mortified Lisa draped herself across the waiting lap. Yet again humiliation was raising her arousal levels to an almost unbearable degree. Naked. Naked in front of her young niece. Forced to act like a dirty little slut. She was so ashamed. So embarrassed but she so wanted to come. So wanted to spend on the wonderful fingers, wanted to show her young niece everything. She cried out as a hard smack landed across the fullness of her bottom.
"Open your legs you little bitch." Lisa cringed at the harsh tone and at the way her young niece was now treating her but spread her legs wide nonetheless. She gasped as the lips of her pussy were pulled forcefully apart.
"You're soaking wet girl, quite disgusting. It's almost dripping out of you!" Holly's laughter went unheeded as Lisa began to pant and moan. The fingers penetrated roughly and unable to stop herself she ground her hips against the girl's knees. Once the fingertips found her engorged clitoris Lisa quickly resumed her climb towards what she knew would be a mind blowing climax. Oh God she was going to come! Oh Yes! Oh Yesssss! Oh God!
But the wonderful sensations suddenly stopped, the intense pleasure immediately ebbing away. Nooooooooooo! She was nearly there! So close! Nooooooooooooooo!
"Please Miss don't stop," she blurted out breathlessly.
"Oh please, make me come please! ARRRRRRGHH! OOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Lisa screamed as her bum cheeks caught fire. Holly spanked the wobbling bottom as hard as she could, red finger marks appearing all over the wriggling curves. Lisa cried and sobbed as the heat in her rump rapidly increased. Once it was over she lay there blubbering like a baby for several minutes. It wasn't that the spanking had been particularly hard, she'd had much worse, but the fact that the situation she found herself in was so horribly humiliating.
"The next time I tell you to do something I'll expect you to do it," said Holly softly as she idly traced her fingers across the now rosy buttocks.
"I'm going to ask Jean if I can use the strap on you before I leave. That would be nice wouldn't it?" Lisa shook her head then suddenly jerked and gurgled her protest as a finger sank deeply into her bumhole. Another finger pushed in stretching the tiniest and most private of her openings. She gritted her teeth as the horrible feelings continued to flow through her. Holly's fingers were coated with the shiny clear fluid that was oozing from her aunt's vagina so it was no surprise that they slipped easily through the clenching anal ring. She amused herself for several minutes spreading copious amounts of the natural lubricant between the writhing buttocks and jamming her fingers into the tiny anal entrance as forcefully as she could. Each penetration brought a desperate mewl of protest from Lisa and a beaming smile from her young niece.
Kneeling on the lounge carpet Lisa watched as Holly undid her skirt and took it off before sliding her knickers down and daintily stepping out of them. Naked from the waist down the girl perched herself on the edge of the sofa, lay back and spread her legs wide.
"Come here," she said eagerly. Lisa crawled forwards on all fours. She knew exactly what her niece wanted. Holly's pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a thin strip and beneath it the girl's delicate vaginal folds were glistening with her excitement. The inner lips were projecting, the clitoral hood swollen and puffy. Holly smiled encouragingly.
"Now do me nicely or I'll take the skin off your fat bottom and then tell Jean that you've misbehaved." Lisa fought back the urge to cry and lowered her face to the waiting pussy.
At the first touch of her aunt's tongue Holly almost came. It took all of her self-control to make the nerve-tingling stimulation last a few precious moments longer. Then the orgasm hit. She screamed, her head thrashing from side to side as wave upon wave of delicious pleasure flowed over her. All of the pent up emotions and sexual longings of the last few days exploded in a delicious miasma of erotic intensity, her thighs squeezing her aunt's face as the powerful sensations caused her pussy to spasm repeatedly. Lisa puffed and pouted for breath as her own vaginal anatomy throbbed with frustration. It took several minutes before Holly managed to regain her composure then she smiled wickedly at her red-faced aunt.
"You can do my bum now," she said gleefully. Pushing Lisa out of the way she turned over and knelt against the edge of the settee before sticking her bottom up in the air.
"Go on then," she said with a giggle.
"And make sure you get your tongue right inside!" Lisa knew she had little choice but to obey the young girl. The threat that Holly might tell Mrs Henderson that she'd misbehaved was far too risky to ignore. Reluctantly she moved forwards and began to lap at the crease between the spread buttocks. Holly squirmed and gasped as the intimate tonguing moved over her softest and most sensitive parts. She couldn't really believe that it was happening but her excitement rose when she felt the tip of her aunt's tongue pressing against her bumhole. She relaxed herself as much as she could and then gurgled happily as her rear entrance was gently penetrated. As the sensations intensified she slipped her hand between her legs and started to tease herself.
It wasn't long before she came a second time, her anal ring urgently squeezing the tongue embedded in her bottom, her fingers sliding rapidly in and out of her soaking pussy. Gradually the colours exploding inside Holly's head cleared. Lazily she turned over and spread her thighs. Unsurprisingly she craved more of the same so simply demanded that her aunt continue. And that's exactly what Lisa did because she had no choice. Using both her fingers and her tongue she made her beautiful niece orgasm again and again. And each time the young girl squealed and moaned with satisfaction Lisa's clitoris tingled and her pussy oozed. She so needed to come, needed to ease the maddening throbbing in her own vaginal folds, needed to alleviate the dreadful sexual frustration that was coursing through her belly.
When Jean Henderson arrived home at midday she found Holly in the kitchen preparing their lunch. She noticed the healthy flush on the girl's face and smiled knowingly.
"Have you enjoyed yourself my dear?" she asked. Holly grinned and nodded.
"Oh yes thank you Jean," she said, the colour in her cheeks rising.
"I had a lovely time!"
"And did the little bitch behave herself?" The young girl smiled then began to giggle.
"Yes she did. I've left her in the lounge."
Lisa's face began to burn furiously as Mrs Henderson opened the lounge door. It didn't matter how many times she was made to display herself naked to her landlady, or any of her friends, she always felt the same overwhelming sense of shame and embarrassment.
"Well well young lady and what have you been up to?"
"Nothing Miss I've been good, really I have." Lisa was naked and bent over the arm of the settee with her hands clasped firmly in the small of her back. Holly had made her spread her legs as wide as she could and then point her toes. The effect was to tighten the muscles in her calves and add some discomfort to the position. It had worked perfectly because Lisa's legs were shaking with the strain. Mrs Henderson admired the revealing pose. The girl's bottom cheeks were nicely spread showing the swollen and obviously wet slit between her legs and also the glistening dimple of her anus.
"Something's been in there," she thought to herself and chuckled.
"If you've been so good then why are your bottom cheeks pink? It looks like you've been spanked?" Before Lisa could answer she screamed.
"Ooooooooooooooooowwwwww!" The older woman had quickly stepped closer and slapped both of the helpless buttocks very hard. Lisa clenched the curves of her opened bum and wriggled them frantically as the sting sank in but it wasn't possible to absorb it completely.
"I did try my best Miss I really really did I tried to keep still but I couldn't I'm sorry I'm sorry!" It came out in a burbled stream. Jean Henderson laughed.
"Maybe we should let Holly use the strap on you for a bit...mmmmmm?"
"Please don't Miss. I tried my best. Please." Again the older woman couldn't stifle a giggle at her lodger's pleading tone.
"Mmmmmmmmm, well perhaps not. We've got some visitors coming this afternoon and you're going to have enough to cope with." She paused to let the news sink in. Lisa visibly stiffened.
"Oh, did I forget to tell you? Silly me. I thought your punishment for that disgusting behaviour in the park yesterday would be much more beneficial if we had some witnesses present. What do you think?" After a few moments of very vocal pleading from the younger woman her tormentor was laughing loudly. As she led Lisa up the stairs she thought about how it always amused her when her plaything begged and promised to be good. Obviously the pleading would be ignored but the girl did it every time anyway. The threat of being punished and humiliated in front of others always produced the same horrified reaction from her lodger and that in turn always added greatly to Jean Henderson's enjoyment of her toy's predicaments.
At the kitchen table Holly and Mrs Henderson were laughing and talking but Lisa wasn't really registering their presence. With her nose pressed against the wall and her hands cuffed together in the small of her back she was trying her best not to panic. Worry had overtaken her mind. What was going to happen to her? Who was going to watch? What would she be made to do in front of them? Would they touch her? Or hurt her? Force her to come? She shivered as the horrid thoughts spiralled relentlessly inside her head. But she was also horribly aware that her body was betraying her. Worryingly she could detect a gradually increasing wetness in her pussy and an insistent tingling that refused to go away. Her bumhole felt really sensitive too. She'd had to hold the larger than normal volume of fluid in her bottom for a full twenty minutes. By the time she'd been allowed to relieve herself it had been pure agony. Her anxiety wasn't being helped by the "costume" that her chuckling landlady had dressed her in, a pair of children's pink cotton pyjamas that were covered in tiny squirrels and ducks.
Holly looked at her aunt's full rear cheeks as they stretched the tiny pyjama bottoms. The material was pulled tight, gripping the womanly curves like a second skin.
"Come here girl!" snapped Jean Henderson suddenly with mock irritation. With her shoulders pulled back Lisa's breasts bulged inside the little pyjama top, threatening to burst into view as she walked nervously forwards.
"Bend over." It was an order and as Lisa leant forwards her smiling landlady calmly reached out and undid the straining buttons. Holly looked at the heavy gently wobbling globes and gazed excitedly at their obviously hard and very erect tips that pointed directly down to the floor. Once again she couldn't even begin to comprehend how terribly ashamed and embarrassed her aunt must be feeling. Mrs Henderson pushed the pyjama jacket back over Lisa's shoulders then pulled two shiny metal objects from her pocket and held them up for Holly to see before dropping them onto the tabletop.
"Your aunt enjoys showing off to my friends. Likes to show them her big boobs and let them to have a good look at her pussy, don't you girl?" Lisa shook her head, her horrified stare fixed on the cruel clamps. The older woman continued to caress the pendulous curves as she spoke then centred her attention on the thorn-like nipples. She squeezed and pulled them hard which drew a stream of pitiful whimpering from Lisa who, in her bent over position, couldn't help stumbling forwards into the edge of the table.
"Always acts like a little slut when you get the chance don't you mmmmm?" Lisa groaned quietly as the cruel pinching continued, her eyes remaining firmly locked on the metal clips.
"Shall we have these things of yours sticking out properly for our guests this afternoon?" Lisa shook her head. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive at the best of times due to the almost daily teasing that they had to endure but it was always excruciatingly painful when her landlady used the awful clamps.
"Well what do you think Holly?" The girl smiled wickedly and licked her lips.
"Oooh yes Jean!" she said enthusiastically.
"AHHHHHHH! OWWW OWWW OWWW!" Lisa squealed as the spiky teeth closed onto her engorged buds. Immediately she began to writhe on the spot shaking her breasts wildly from side to side as she tried desperately to ease the pain. What she really wanted to do was remain perfectly motionless but it just wasn't possible. After a few seconds the intensely sharp biting pain changed to a dull throbbing ache. But then the hurt came in waves causing her to wriggle and sob as she tried to absorb each agonising crest. As Lisa's groans of discomfort continued Mrs Henderson ran her hands over the soft curves before pulling gently on the gleaming clips. Lisa tried to grit her teeth but screamed anyway.
"Do have a feel Holly," said the grinning older woman. The girl stood in front of her half naked bent over aunt and cupped the trembling boobs. She weighed the warm flesh in her hands then grasped the distended nipples with their metallic decorations.
"Take them off now, the little slut loves that." It had only been two or three minutes but Lisa howled and sank almost to the floor as blood flooded back into the sensitive tips of her juddering breasts.
"Stop making such a fuss girl and stand up!" said Mrs Henderson sharply. Lisa sobbed as she slowly regained her feet. Both of her tormentors looked at the deep red nipples that were standing out like two thorns. They were certainly erect and no doubt painfully hard.
"A few more go's and she'll be showing them off properly," said Jean Henderson happily. When the clamps were reattached Lisa stamped her feet and began to cry freely. The pain was simply indescribable. It rose and subsided almost rhythmically. Her soft globes swung and wobbled, their points throbbing with fresh agony. She groaned loudly as the unbearable hurt began to surge once more...