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."
