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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Aunt Ellen and Julie (F/g, inc, ped, 1st-lesbian expr) by Miss Julian (angeljulian8@hotmail.com) *** Young Julie has a terrible secret. She's in love with her Aunt. But when her beloved aunt finds out, Julie finds Aunt Ellen has her own little secret. *** I've had feelings for my Beloved Aunt Ellen sense I was nine years old but it wasn't until I was thirteen that I realized that I didn't love her the way a niece is suppose to love her aunt. I hated myself for all the fantasies I longed to act out with her, I was utterly ashamed for all the dreams that made me moan in my sleep. Now I'm eighteen and desperately in love with her. Two months ago my mom's boyfriend beat me up. He left burses up and down my side from when he had thrown me to the ground and kicked me over and over. I called the cops but before they arrived my mom's boyfriend confronted me with another assaulting surprise. He revealed to me that he had one of my diary from my nine-year collection. He pigheadedly declared if I pressed charges against him he'd Xerox the most self- incriminating pages and give them to my family and friends. I hated him more then ever but when I thought of my secret being revealed and the respect my family would loose for me and the humiliation I would endure I agreed. When word got out that I had bean beaten, Aunt Ellen called me up to invite me over. It was the day after my attack and I was missing her more then ever. She was so comforting and protective. She wanted to "Hospitalize that Jack ass with a crow bar." I smiled secretly knowing she was perfectly capable of avenging my assault." I lived with my aunt for two weeks. I luuuuuved it! Though my aunt's love for me was plutonic it was easy for to make believe we were lovers do to the fact that she's overly affectionate. She would do things such as walk around the house nude wrestle me on the bed when I was only wearing my skimpy white lingerie dress. I would struggle but she would always over power me and tickle me until I exploded with laughter and begged her to stop. She'd also lean over me in bed and kiss my lips quickly but so tenderly. We hung out with her friends we went out to the beach and fancy restraints. I was having the time of my life but every once in a while she'd try and learn from me what I was being blackmailed with. One night in her room she said to me that I couldn't live in fear of him, I had to take back the control he had over me. Trying to keep the conversation from being so serious I asked playfully, "Are you sure your not just saying that so I'll tell you my secret?" She looked offended and said, "Julie, you know I just want what's best for you. What will you do if beats you up again? Will you still just let him get away with it?" I shrugged and replied hesitantly, "I don't think he will again." She placed her hand on my shoulder and replied lovingly, "You don't know that. Please just tell me what your secret is, I'm worried about you." I wrapped my arms around myself and replied in a torn voice, "I want to tell you. But I just can't." Aunt Ellen sighed, "What ever your secret is I'll love you just the same." I didn't answer. So she went on, "Did you hurt someone?" I shook my head and she continued to try and guess my secret. "Are you gay?" I shook my head again, this time in a lie. She thought a moment then asked, "Are you a prostitute?" "No!" I said. "I told you I'm virgin." I felt my throat tighten with the sorrow that was waiting to make itself heard. She rubbed my shoulder and cooed, "Oh Julie I'm sorry. I know you're a virgin... Hmmm I can see I'm making you uncomfortable so I'll just drop it... For now." I let out a tiny giggle I couldn't control then turned to her and smiled. I stood up and said, "I'm gonna take a shower before bed." She smiled at me and nodded. The hot shower was relaxing and invigorating. I lathered my body all over. I massaged conditioner into my blond hair to get it as silky as possible. Then I stepped under the seamy cascade to rinse it all away. It felt so good that I had to touch myself. I leaned against the wet wall and began foundling my clit. Thinking of Aunt Ellen I teased my nipples and continued to work myself biting my lip to keep from moaning. I imagined Aunt Victoria's strong hands caressing me and her tone beautiful body pressed against mine as I gazed longingly into her hazel green eyes and slipped my hands into her dark hair. Suddenly like always I started to feel dirty and like always I couldn't finish. Maybe it was because the sensations were too intense but for some reason I've never been able to achieve orgasm. Feeling a little pathetic and incomplete I got out and dresses for bed. I looked myself over critically in the full-length bathroom mirror. I looked like such a kid. My blue eyes had such an innocent naivet‚ to them. And my blond hair hung so plainly on my shoulders. My practically nonexistent breast were little more then an A cup and my thin body had hardly any curves. Still I've been told I'm gorges but mostly by twelve-year-old boys and dirty old men. Sighing I slipped into my lingerie dress. When I walked into aunt Victoria's bedroom what I saw shocked me. Aunt Ellen was standing in front of her bed holding my new diary, which I had bean righting in sense I got to her house. "What are you doing!" I demanded. She looked at me sternly and answered, "You know I love you. But I have to know." I felt betrayed yet slightly enthralled with the possibility of her finally knowing my forbidden love for her. I rushed at her and foolishly tried to seize it from her hand. She raised it out of my reach, grabbed my wrist, instantly twisting it behind my back and tossed me face down onto the bed. I rolled over to glare up at her. I knew I was no match for her physically. She looked down at me and said totally calmly, "Please don't make me read it from your diary. Let me hear from you. Just tell me, what is he blackmailing you with?" I shook my head and said angrily, "You have no right to do this to me." She eyed me and replied, "Maybe I don't. But that wont stop me." She opened my diary and began to read to herself. "No!" I yelled I sprang up and managed to get it away from her. Of course there was no were for me to run I dropped my diary between the crack of the bed and the wall. She didn't try and stop it. It was me she was reaching for. She pinned me down on my back, straddling my sides in her kneeling position and holding my wrists to the bed. I froze and started to tremble a little with the fear of being in this position with her. She leaned down on me so she could reach for my diary. I started throbbing between my legs. her breast pressed against mine and I was seized with desire. I hated myself more then ever. I felt their tears tingle at my eyes and felt her breath at my neck. I heard my diary scrape against the floor. I was just about to loose the person I loved most in the world. Beginning to cry I pleaded in a whimper, "Aunt Victoria, Please don't do this." She pulled back a little to look at me. She saw that I was crying and whispered, "Shhh, it's ok." With her free hand she cleared my tears and kissed my lips tenderly in that fleeting way she always did. She repositioned both her hands on me, this time gripping my shoulders tightly. Then she said in a very matter of fact tone, "You have to tell me." I felt defenseless and miserable and before I knew it the words were slipping from my lips in a torn heart broken way, "I'm in love with you." I couldn't believe I had just told her. She stared down at me in shock, completely speechless. With renewed sorrow I cried, "I'm so sorry." She blinked and uttered, "No, you have no reason to be sorry. I'm the one who forced you to tell me. But I know just how to make it up to you." She kissed me again a little longer then ever before. She began to Repositioned herself between my thighs. She whispered hotly next to my ear "Spread your legs." My voice quivering I asked, "Why?" She gave a low murmuring laugh and responded in a sexy voice, "So I can kneel between them." My heart started pounding. I couldn't believe she was about to be sexual with me. Hesitantly I parted my legs and she kneeled between them. She looked my body over in a sensual appraise. She reached down and ripped open my snap button shirt to reveal my bare breast. I gasped my heart pounding and my body now visibly trembling. I looked up at her with all the love in my heart. She smiled back at me and leaned down against me to nuzzle into my breast. Nameless fear slowly crept into me. I felt out of place. I felt like I did as a child where I wanted to hide from my mom's perverted boyfriend. Yet this was the woman I'm in love with whom I trust with my life. I started trembling noticeably. Aunt Ellen kissed the top curve of my petite breast as I swooned under the ecstasy that defied my fear. She parted her lips and drew my nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard and I cried out in a moan. She teased my other nipple with several firm pinches and I went wild with pleasure. My heart quickened and the throbbing between my legs grew stronger then ever. Then almost involuntarily I whispered breathlessly, "I love you." As if in response she sucked my nipple even harder and pinched me almost painfully. I moaned uncontrollably tossing my head. I could tell she was really enjoying my sensitivity. Yet I felt a little rushed and I wished she'd slow it down a little so she could caress me and tell me she loved me. Suddenly she reached for the sheet from the unmade bed and demanded, "Give me your wrists." I gazed up at her. My lower lip quivered for a moment. I was going to refuse but I wanted so badly to be good for her so I offered her my wrists and she bound them together tightly and then tied the sheet to the bed frame. With my body tense and my wrist restrained above my head I wondered what she would do to me next. She looked at me with a devastatingly wicked smile as if she recognized my fear and uncertainty. But despite my fear I wanted her more then I can say. I was in sheer rapture that she was so close and pasha net with me. She bowed down and started kissing my lips. I kissed her back tenderly but only barely parting my lips to her. I felt her grab the inside of my thigh and I moaned yet I still denied her tong into my mouth. She crept her hand into my panties and touched the outer cheeks of my privet. I began running my feet up and down against the bed. A terrible panic griped me. I wanted desperately to stop. Then I felt an unbearable pleasure of her finger pressing into the hood of my clitoris. I moaned with overwhelming pleasure opening my mouth to her in a cry as she slipped her tong in deeply writhing over my tong. She pressed her fingers against me more firmly rubbing me in little circles. It felt SO good. I needed to hold her and for her to hold me. I tugged my wrists at the sheet that kept me restrained She quickened her fingers and I struggled helplessly groaning non-stop. A spasm past through me as the ecstasy built and I arched my back. She bit my neck and said teasingly, "My God Your already about to cum." I cried out under the command of her massaging skilled fingers. I felt I die if she stopped. She remarked hotly, "Let me penetrate you." Somehow I managed to form the words, "I can't." Then she just stopped. Completely removing her hand from me. I cried out in sexual frustration, pleading, "Please don't stop." Aunt Victoria looked down at me unmercifully. Reaching back to my private to just lightly tease the most sensitive part of me. I felt enslaved. She whispered passionately next to my lips, "I'll finish you lovely, IF you let me use a toy on you." The throbbing between my legs grew into a extreme longing ache inside of me. I leaned forward slightly to try and kiss her lips but she drew back. I groaned in a whimper. With her head down and her eyes looking into mine she asked, "Are you ready for that?" I tried to answer clearly but she pinched my clit in a firm tug and I cried out, "Yes!" She grinned and climbed off of me. She sat on the edge of the bed and tuned off the lamp, which provided the only illumination of the room. In the darkness I heard a box slide out from under her bed. The knowledge of what was in the box set my heart in rapid motion. I had snuck a peek at her collection a few times and knew there was an assorted variety of strap-ons. They looked almost freakishly large but then again the only real penises I've ever seen have been on streaking babies. The largest strap-on had a clit stimulator for the wearer. I heard her slipping one of them on. I then felt her hand on my sides as she slipped my panties down my legs and tossed them to the floor. I felt her climb back on top of me kissing me passionately. Supporting herself with one hand she reached over and flicked on the bedside lamp onto the first dim setting. Her beautiful face and strong shoulder were lit in a soft amber glow. She rubbed the inside of my stiff thighs and remarked with amusement, "Your so tense. Relax for me." I took a shaky breath and smiled up at her as I felt myself blush. She smiled back at me then leaned down and started kissing my neck. Shyly I asked, "Aunt Ellen? Can I see it first?" She giggled nymphishly on my neck moving down to my breast, "Why? Are you afraid I'll hurt you?" I took a moment before I emitted in a swoon, "Yes." Pain wasn't my only fear. Being so vulnerable and under her command frightened me as well. I had been fantasying about this for years and now that it was finally happening I was filled with dread, which was subsided, only by my own ramped desire and her insistence. I felt my own juices start to trickle out of me. She streaked my face and looked into my eyes telling me in a loving voice, "Don't worry. It only hurts at first." She kissed my forehead. I felt the tip of the large fake penis press against my virgin opening. Hurriedly I pleaded, "Wait, I..." She ignored me and thrust the thing into me deeply. I screamed it hurt so much. She slapped her hand over my mouth. The pain was so delicious I thought I'd die. She pulled out only to slam into me again. Then I did something that left me feeling so helpless. I began to cry. The tears slipped from eyes and I whimpered so softly but with such devastation. I threw back my head from her hand and begged desperately, trying to free my wrists, "Please! Be gentle with me." She looked at me with concern, seeing I was crying. She bowed down and kissed my lips again breathing almost as heavily as me. She abided my plea by using les force. Then all that was left was the pleasure. I moaned uncontrollably with each of her thrust. I needed her more then anything. I felt such love for her. Her firm body pressed against me heavily, her bare breast heaving against mine sent me into even deeper rapture. She let out a cry of pleasure. And I felt even more engulfed knowing we were both in bliss. The pleasure grew even stronger and my body convulsed against her. I could hardly bare it my arms strained on the sheet cuffs as I shrieked and moaned. Aunt Ellen started thrusting into me harder and faster. I arched my back crying out in tormenting desire, "You're hurting me!" Trying not to moan Aunt Ellen told me in a deep raptures voice, "You can take it." She penetrated the hard extended rod deep inside of me as far as it would go with each plunge. Over and Over. Harder each time pushing me up the bed. The heat flooded my face. The pleasure lifted me reaching an ultimate high and I felt swept away carried light years away from every thing, except aunt Ellen. She was there and she would never let me fall. I peeked in rush of ultimate physical gratification. She held the thing inside me and the tiny muscles within me squeezed down on it. She let out one last long groan as I did. I tingled to the tips of my fingers feeling completely spent. She collapsed on top of me trembling as badly as I first had. she removed her strap-on. As I caught my breath she untied me. The instant I was freed I sat up right and threw my arms around her, declaring, "Oh Aunt Ellen, I love you! I love you!" She stroked my hair and said tenderly, "I love you too." She laid me back down and cuddled beside me. She pulled the cool sheet over our heated bodies. She snuggled against me making me feel so protected and loved. I felt nothing could ever hurt me. She kissed my hand and I told her in a total state of bliss, "I love you more then anyone else, I'm so glad you were my first." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 24