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Cute Part Seven
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Cute - Part Seven
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*IMPORTANT WARNING - PLEASE READ*
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This story is intended for broad-minded adults only. The series
includes several taboo subjects including some heavy S&M and very
young participants, and to many would be considered offensive.
It isn't intended to portray any part of real-life, and is purely
fiction. I would find such events abhorrent if real - However as
fiction they have an appeal that might be considered similar to the
'blood, guts, and gore' that result in many millions reading Stephen
King novels.
If you do enjoy *all* types of rude stories, from cute to kinky,
slightly dirty to downright obscene, please read on. Otherwise, as
they say, please do press CTRL C now...
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After the episode with Aunt Tina and Nikki, I chose to leave it a few
days before fulfilling the request of inviting Sophie and Juliette
over for dinner.
I'd gone straight to bed after having my cock burnt by Aunty, feeling
pained but elated from my first experience of personal sexual pain.
Aunty had come into my room late, dressed in a little white teddy and
climbed into my bed. "Don't worry Ian, I'm going to look after you."
she'd told me, rubbing a soothing creme onto my sore penis, and
holding me in her arms as I fell to sleep.
When I awoke the following morning it was late, and I saw a note on my
Pillow telling me that break-fast was ready for me downstairs, along
with a little present. After pulling on my PJ's I rushed down and saw
my bank-book next to the toast, along with a small wrapped parcel.
First, I looked into the bank-book and saw that Aunty had credited an
extra $500 into my account, the amount I still needed for the bike! I
then picked up the small package that lay by its side. It felt
metallic and was quite small, easily fitting on the palm of my hand,
though I couldn't begin to guess as to its contents.
Ripping away at the adhesive tape, I found a key. What was it for? I
wondered, then on closer inspection saw the word "Kawasaki" embossed
on the plastic fob. She couldn't have could she? I wondered in
excitement. A door adjoined the kitchen to the garage, and I saw it
was slightly ajar. Walking to it, I pushed it open, and saw, stood in
the centre of the floor, two brand-new sparkling Karasaki KH-100
motor-bike's, one in black and the other customized in a deep hue of
pink. Aunty was sat astride the pink model, wearing a short tight
bikers jacket, made of white leather, with a tiny white leather figure
hugging mini-skirt. "Surprise!" she said smiling at my obvious
delight.
"Is it... Is it for me Aunty?" I asked, not believing that the
magnificent bike could be mine. "Sure it is Ian - and it hasn't cost
you a cent!" "Wow... " I ran up to her and kissed her warmly on the
lips, allowing my tongue to press into her mouth, and my arm to pull
her close to me. "Hey! Slow down kid... you've got to let your bits
get better before we play any of those games!" she told me with a
smile. "Thanks Aunty.. It's great. I don't mind what you did to me...
I love you Aunt, I feel I'd let you do anything if you really wanted."
"I know you would kid, and I will. I'd never do anything to you that
wouldn't get better though, you know that. Now, some of your little
friends might be a bit different, but you don't care do you?"
"Aunty, you can do what you like with any of them" I told her. "I'll
help you, really! Can we take the bikes out for a run?"
We drove to the city that afternoon, Aunty decking me out in a cool
leather bikers jacket, and black helmet, making me feel like Mad Max
the second. We had a great day, shopping for clothes for us both,
Aunty getting tons of lingerie, then taking me to the red-light part
of down-town as dusk begin to fall.
She seemed to know the various shops and clubs well. Our first stop
was a brightly lit shop called "Fantasy". They sold all sorts of sex
stuff, a cute blonde assistant rushing to serve us as soon as she saw
aunt, who obviously had a reputation as a good customer.
"Tina! Great to see you here again" she said. "And who are you?" she
asked looking at me. "This is my nephew, Ian" said Aunty, proudly. The
blonde kissed me, then told me how good-looking I was, and how lucky I
was to have an Aunt like Tina.
"So what can I get you both?" she asked. Aunty passed me a list she
had prepared. "Anything you want to add Ian?"
I looked at the wild list of costumes and sex-aids in astonishment and
interest.
4 x Vibrators 4", 6", 12" and 14"
1 x Spiked Vibrator [hope its not for me I thought]
1 x Vibrating Anal Probe [don't mind if that is]
1 x Gynaecologists Chair
1 x Double Ended rubber dildo
1 x 8" dildo gag
1 x 16" vaginal forceps [shit!]
Assortment of 'costumes' to fit ages 7, 12, 15, and my size
Include french-maid, nurse, school-girl, rubber body-suit
baby-girl smocks, whore, pony-girl, tennis-costume etc.
- Include some costumes for Ian...
Assortment of drugs, eg Hard-On cream, Clit Stimulant,
anaesthetics, acids etc
Assortment of restrain and torture items as advised
plus anything else you might recommend...
"Shit Aunty... We're going to have a good two weeks aren't we?"
The shop assistant was obviously thrilled with the order, and after
taking our address, promised the stuff would be delivered within 24
hours.
As we returned to the bikes outside, Aunt asked what I wanted to do
next. "Are you ready for some sex Ian?" "No Aunty" I replied, my cock
still stinging under the leather pants. "That's ok kid, How about if
we get ourselves a bite to eat in a little club I know, where they do
little shows. It's girls only, but I think they'll let you in just
this once". "Great Aunty" I replied, as she kick-started the bike, and
accelerated off.
It only took a few minuted to reach Aunt's club, though we had to
navigate through a series of small alleys, and dark narrow roads to
get there. The entrance was nondescript, no flashing neon outside, or
anything else that might suggest its contents.
She pressed a small bell on the door, and after a shutter sliding open
to check her identity, the door opened for us. A stunning red-haired
woman stood in the doorway. "TINA DARLING!" she exclaimed, hugging
Aunty. "IT's BEEN SO LONG?" Aunty hugged her back then made some
whispered explanation on who I was. "Well, why don't you come in, and
make yourself comfortable. I'll get the kitchen to prepare some
burgers, and you can be watching the show."
A series of perhaps 20 small tables surrounded a stage in the medium
sized room. The light was low, but I could see pretty maids, serving
drinks to the various guests. The silhouettes of these members made it
clear that they were all female, but I wasn't complaining, and trusted
Aunt's word that, tonight at least, I'd be safe.
We took a table, and relaxed into the circular sofa that surrounded
it. Almost immediately a beautiful 6"2 blonde approached us, dressed
in the tightest of maid's costumes, and knelt by Aunt's side. "What
can I get you Mistress?" she asked, her voice strangely husky. "We'll
both have beers" she replied. "Slut, before you get them, kneel on the
table, and lift the hem of your skirt."
The maid climbed up, and dutifully did as asked, and I was astonished
to see the vague outline of a penis and balls under a pair of frilly
pink knickers! "Oh shit!" I commented. "Get rid of him Aunty!"
"Pathetic isn't he" she replied. Reaching for a candle, she spoke to
him. "My nephew doesn't seem to like you very much! What do you make
of that?" "I should be punished Mistress" replied the TV, broadening
his thighs while she rested the candle between them. I watched, dumb-
struck as the panty material begin to burn, a wisp of smoke rising
from the poor guy's crotch. As his pubic hair ignited I punched him
hard in the face, knocking him off the table. "Aunty, it smells
dreadful!" I told her, as the maid crawled away with our order, his
hand cupping his singed balls, and his nose bleeding. She was smirking
like she was possessed. "That was cool Ian. Just treat them like shit
- that's what they want or they wouldn't be here!"
While we waited for the drinks, the stage curtain rose, and the
amazonian woman who'd answered the door took to the raised platform.
"Welcome Ladies! Tonight we have something very special for you - may
I present 'Little Bo Peep'". A wave of applause swept through the
room, as lights showed a backdrop of hills as if somewhere in the
country-side.
A sound of a little-girl's singing came from off-stage along with the
'baa' of a lamb or sheep. As it got louder Aunty whispered into my ear
"Don't worry about the kid Ian. Her mom's a whore, and the kid's been
doing dirty stuff since she was five! She loves it, really!"
A little blonde girl, aged no more than seven walked on, tugging at a
large lamb with one arm. Her strawberry blonde hair was up in two cute
pony-tails, and she wore a long dress, pale blue with white frills
running around a pinafore style apron, and down the folds of a
billowing skirt. As she reached the centre of the stage, she looked
around, as if checking that no-one was nearby, then sat on the ground.
Reaching forward to her shiny shoes, she pulled the laces and slipped
them off, then peeling down her frilly ankle socks. Reaching behind
her waist she unclipped the apron, then the dress, slipping it off
above her head, until all that she wore was a tight pair of panties.
After pulling her panties down to her knees, she offered a deliciously
gawky little pose, her knees inwards from her feet, her head bowed,
and a finger between her lips.
She looked up at the audience. "What shall I do?" she asked. "Let the
lamb lick you!" yelled one of the lesbians, many of whom seemed to be
enjoying the use of vibrators from the buzzing that now filled the
room. "Yeah! Go on little girl!" shouted another, as the cute kid
pulled at the lamb, until its head was nustled between her lithe pink
thighs. Soon she had wrapped her shapely girlish legs around the
lamb's neck, and the audience could see it's tongue lapping at her
tiny labia. The kid pinched at her erect nipples and shook her blonde
bunches from side to side as if in a constant state of orgasm, though
guven her age this seemed unlikely to be real.
Our drinks and meal were brought by the same she-male maid as before,
his eyes looking frightened after the previous visit. Aunty let him
lay down the food, waited until he turned, then deftly flicked up his
short black silk skirt, and thrust her fork into a buttock. A
bloodstain immediately appeared in the tight knickers he wore, but she
just laughed and let him leave. "I'm a bitch aren't I Ian?" I nodded,
not really caring what atrocities she might wish to inflict on this
pathetic specimin of a man.
The kid on stage was still playing with her pet, her hands now pushing
apart its rear legs while she tried to push her tongue into its brown
anus. "C'mon Ian - lets go..." said Aunty. I wanted to see what
happened to the seven year old school-girl but she said she was tired.
"It's always the same anyway. She'll end up with it fucking her.
Christ knows what most of the girls here see in it. They wouldn't let
a cock near them in a million years." "Would you Aunty?" I asked.
"Well not normally Ian, but I'd let you fuck me darling."
We left the place, Aunty promising to bring me again one Saturday,
when she said the show was a lot 'harder'. I got a buzz seeing the two
bikes stood outside, and realising that one was mine, gave Aunty a
hug. "Go on Ian. Leave out the sentimental stuff, and let's get
home!".
Before I went upstairs to bed that night, Aunt Tina suggested that the
following evening we should invite Juliette and Sophie over for
dinner. "I can't phone Juliette" I told her - "You know... her brother
might answer... it would be awkward". "Alright... I'll phone her. Hmm.
It might be best if her mum didn't know where she was". I couldn't
pretend to guess her motives, but decided it would be best to let her
get on with it! "Ian, what's the name of the headmistress at
Juliette's school?" "I don't know - it's the same as Judy's though". I
flicked through the book, and found the St Augustus entry in the book.
"Mrs Brown" I told her.
Tina phoned the number as I read it out from the directory. "Hello, Is
that Mrs Konig?..... Great, this is Mrs Brown at St Augustus. I wanted
to ask if Juliette could join us for a party we're holding tomorrow.
One of the teachers is leaving, and we'd like Juliette to sing......
You don't think so? She's got a great voice!..... Well, anyway, I'll
ask one of our teachers to pick her up at 6.00..... Have her wear
something pretty will you? Maybe in pink so that it will match with
the others..... Yes, it will be late, maybe after midnight, but we'll
bring her home..... Super..... Bye!"
"I'm collecting her at 6.00!" remarked my Aunty, her purposes starting
to dawn on me. I called Sophie, and told her about the bike, and the
arrival of my Aunty. Tina asked me to give her some indication of what
we'd been up to, so I recounted the tales of the milk-bar, the
majorettes, and today's trip to the night-club. Sophie gasped as I
spoke. "Wow Ian... she sounds great!" she told me. "This makes me feel
so horny - I'll be there!"
Aunty motioned to me that she wanted to speak to Sophie herself. "Hi!
Sophie? This is Tina. Listen, Ian's told me about the little story you
told him, about the bus and the school-kids. No! Don't worry! I love
it! I think we can be great friends, You, Ian, and me! We'll soon sort
out Juliette! Anyway, I want to hear the rest of the story. Would you
write it down for me? Bring it with you? Fine! See you then!"
"Aunty, I've a funny idea that I'm going to need a good night's
sleep... See you in the morning" I remarked as I made my way upstairs.
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End of Part 7.
C'mon guys. How about that Serial I mentioned in part 6? Keep it short
if necessary, someone just upload a 'part 1'. Ignore order, until we
see who contributes, then we sort out who writes what and when.
SMTXT01.ZIP yes? Go on, set the scene for chapter one. And leave the
ending primed for the next writer. Some of the cutec and sunder
comments are almost a story in themselves, so I know it can be done!
(I'll guarantee a part 2 by the way, if no-one else does...)
Anonymous ... March '91.
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