I stepped into my Aunt Chrissy's arms and embraced her. "I'm so sorry, aunty, I promise to do better with you."
To my surprise, my aunt kissed me tenderly on the mouth. "I'm sorry I was a little cross with you just now," she said, "it's just that I was so looking forward to a fuck."
Then she turned to Aunt Carol. "I'm taking him upstairs, sis, I think this place is probably a little intimidating to him," she said, sweeping her hand to indicate the flogging bench, the frame, the gurney and the whips.
"Fair enough," said Carol, "but don't forget 'this place' as you describe it is what pays the bills, for the custom-built Chargers and buys us new shoes.
"And anyway, he shaves his cock shaft and his balls and as you well know that's sure sign of a submissive. Show me a cock shaver and I'll show you a slave."
"I don't believe it's that simple," said Aunt Chrissy. "A lot of men shave their cock and balls because it makes them feel sexy. And on the subject of this torture chamber, I know very well what keeps us in our lifestyle, my darling sister, but I still think it's a little awe-inspiring for Roger, so I'll take him up to my bedroom."
And with that she took me by the hand and led me out of the torture chamber and upstairs to her palatial bedroom. Closing the door behind her, Aunty Chrissy, still clad in her sexy, open-fronted, bare-crotched playsuit, lay back on the bed and I took my place beside her.
As she stroked my cock and I snuggled my mouth to her lush, big breasts, Aunty Chrissy told me: "You mustn't mind Carol, she's just a little dominant at times and she'll probably want to turn you into her sex slave. Don't worry, I'll look after you."
My penis was already recovering from its premature ejaculation into Aunty Carol and was stirring to life under Aunt Chrissy's sensual stroking.
"Now," she said, smiling at me and kissing me tenderly on the mouth, "ready to try again?"
I looked into her deep blue eyes and kissed her first on the throat, then the chin, then her lovely mouth. "Yes, please," I whispered huskily and climbed onto her full, firm body.
Aunty took my erection and guided it to her moist pussy and with a slow and very excited thrust I pushed into her cunt, feeling almost giddy with excitement as she took my hardness into her velvety smoothness.
"Ooooh, that's so lovely, you have got a charming cock, my dear," Aunty Chrissy told me, as I began to fuck her with long, slow strokes which I hoped would prove to her that I was not a complete tyro when it came to cock-in-cunt love-making.
"I know it's the missionary position, my darling, but it's one of my favourites," she told me. "We can experiment with other positions later, but first I want to kiss you - oh, and I've got a present for you!"
I slowed my already slow tempo down even further and kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwining. "A gift? This is the only gift I need, my darling aunty," I told her, "being able to make love to you!"
Aunt Chrissy laughed a deep, throaty laugh and told me: "Feel beneath the pillows, darling."
I did as she said and my hand fell upon some material that felt slightly damp. Pulling it from the pillows I found it was a pair of black satin knickers, which gleamed and shone almost as if they were made of rubber.
"I've been wearing those panties for two days - I was running late to pick you up from the airport this morning, so I pulled them on and then remembered they were soiled, but I couldn't be bothered changing them," she told me.
"And then, when I saw you at the airport and saw how you'd grown up into such a sexy young man, I got all excited down there and I'm afraid they've got all wet again!"
I could feel the slight dampness of the material in my fingers, then aunty said: "Would you like to put them on, darling?"
"Of course I would," I said, quickly, "but I'm making love to you, aunty!" How gauche!
"Not on down there, silly," Aunt Chrissy smiled, "up here!"
And with that she took the knickers from my hand and placed them over my face. She placed the gusset of the garment over my nose and mouth, allowing me to inhale the most gloriously intoxicating aroma I had ever experienced.
"There, darling," she said, noticing my look of sheer delight, "is that nice?"
"It's fucking gorgeous - oh, pardon me, aunty, that's so rude. It's the most marvellous perfume I've ever smelled, only it's making me so excited," I told her, afraid that the sheer erotic excitement of her panties would make me disgrace myself again!
"Stop the fuck for a moment or two, then," Aunt Chrissy instructed me, and I did.
"Now, what can you smell in those wicked little knickers of mine?" she asked, impishly.
"Well," I said, trying to control the thrill running through my body due to the placement of her knickers on my face, "there's a magnificent aroma of pussy."
"Anything else?" asked Aunty Chrissy, a cheeky grin on her face.
I screwed my eyes tight shut and inhaled deeply. "Erm, yes, there is," I told her. "Is it ... er, is it your urine?"
Aunty laughed aloud. "Yes, it's my piss perfume - do you like it?"
"It's marvellous, it's intoxicating, it's exciting," I said, searching for words to describe the musky smell.
"Pull out, darling!" aunty called out, suddenly, and thinking that I'd done something wrong, I withdrew from her wet cunt. Then she reached up for her panties, pulled them from my face and arranging the gusset carefully she rubbed it two or three times over her pussy.
"Now try it!" she said, handing me back her knickers. Swiftly I arranged them on my face, instantly aware that the aroma was now more intense, tasting the moistness with my tongue, as the panties drove me wild.
I almost leapt onto her and thrust my rigid cock back into her cunt and started to hump, but Aunt Chrissy placed a warning finger on my panty-covered lips and said: "Time for a change, my dear. Out you get!" I withdrew once more and Aunty Chrissy swung herself off the bed and stood bending over, her fists bunched on the mattress, her feet spread wide.
"Try a new position, darling," came her command and I stood behind her, placed my hands on her hips and felt my cock's helmet brush against her cunny lips. Then, with one steady thrust, I drove my cock deep into her cunt, already very wet from our previous couplings.
After a few thrusts I ran my hands up from her hips to cup her pendulous 38-inch breasts, glorying in their firm lushness.
"There, darling," she said, as I humped away, "is that a nice way to fuck?"
"Oh aunty, it's so fucking wonderful, I just love the way my pubic mound bumps against the lovely roundness of your buttocks every time I push deep into you," I told her.
"That's right, and you can feel my titties, but with one hand, go down and play with my pussy, just the labia lips, then the clit, I'd like that," Aunty Chrissy instructed me.
I did as I was told, and found her labia leaking juice, which I smeared all over my fingers before flicking them against her prominent little clit, thrilling at the way it erected and rose to my caress.