Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Misty Meadow

My niece Titania has been a naughty, naughty girl! I might have to spank her.

My sister, never the sharpest pencil in the box, named her daughter after the queen of the fairies in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream, utterly mindless of the fact that the other kids would inevitably call her “Titty”. What on earth was she thinking?

Titty’s staying with me for the summer, and we’re having a whole lot of fun.

I want you to take a moment and picture an eleven-year-old girl with one of those long slender bodies that one day will blossom into the elegant frame of a supermodel, ballet dancer, or film star — the kind of young woman who’ll be able to eat anything she likes and never put on an ounce. Imagine chestnut-brown hair flowing down past her shoulders, huge eyes with long lashes, a darling little nose, and a mouth that just begs to be kissed.

Now, in your mind, dress her — not in jeans or leggings, as most kids seem to wear these days, but in a light summer dress, dangerously short, and underneath… well, we’ll get to that later. Add the cutest bare feet you ever saw and you’ll have some idea of what Titty looks like.

Leaving her naughtiness aside for the moment, for her, puberty is still over the horizon. Her breasts have yet to bud, and her underarms are still baby-smooth. She’s just a little girl with the innocence, the naïveté and the vulnerability of a child — on the face of it, that is.

But when you get to know her, you start to sense an undercurrent of sexuality, a precociousness that her appearance belies. Here’s a girl who, in her little girl’s short dress, takes advantage of every gust of wind, every chance to do a cartwheel, every opportunity to seat herself with legs carelessly spread — any way she can find to give you at least a glimpse at her white cotton knickers. And when you get to know Titty better, that’s when she’ll blatantly expose her undies to you.

It soon becomes evident that habits like squatting halfway up the stairs with her knees widely parted, climbing trees, or hanging upside down from the playground monkey bars are driven by a desire to break the rules and show herself off, while maintaining a facade of “carelessness”. But deep down, Titty knows full well what a naughty girl she is.

To be honest, I’m pretty wicked myself, in that I let my niece do pretty much anything she likes. She’s quickly learned that no matter how lewdly she behaves, I won’t tell her off. I love Titty too much to ever be angry with her. Which means that as the days have gone by, her behaviour has become more and more — well, I keep calling it naughty, but I think provocative is also an ideal description.

*****

When I was Titty’s age, I’d been told that I should never let anyone see my knickers. It was wrong, rude and unladylike. But I did anyhow — to other girls at school, to my Uncle Bob, to my music teacher, to the two ladies who lived next door and countless others. It gave me a little thrill to “accidentally” expose my white cotton underwear, knowing that people were looking and enjoying it. Mum scolded me, but I didn’t stop.

My favourite audience was my babysitter, a tomboy of fourteen who didn’t mind that I sat sprawled with my thighs parted, who held my legs up when I did handstands, who peeped round the bathroom door when I peed and watched me, transfixed, as I undressed for my shower. She taught me that I should never feel ashamed of my body, that it was beautiful… and showing it to someone who appreciated it was not just permissible, it was practically a duty.

And so it wasn’t long before we’d both be naked for the whole evening, each eager to show off and admire one another. She had beautiful breasts and would let me… well, I’m digressing.

*****

Not content with merely giving me a nice “upskirt”, Titty invariably leaves the bathroom door wide open when she pees, smiling at me as I walk past and look in. She blunders into my bedroom when I’ve come home from work and am changing into something comfortable, staring at me unabashedly as I stand in front of the mirror in my knickers, wondering what to wear. Sometimes she’ll take me by the hand and pull me into her room, “so we can talk”, as she strips off her dress and looks at her own image in the mirrored closet doors.

One time, she pulled her knickers down to her thighs and said, “Aunty, look at my cunt.” She’s started talking dirty of late, and I love it. “I think my lips are growing in. Show me yours, okay?”

Trying to conceal my excitement, I tugged my knickers down and let her look. She dropped to her knees and inspected it closely. “So that’s your clit,” she said. “I’ve been reading about clits. It’s where orgasms come from, it says on the internet.” She peers up at me, licking her lips. “Can I touch it?”

“Certainly not! Little girls aren’t supposed to touch their aunt’s private parts.” I left my knickers down at my ankles, because letting her look at my cunt was making my heart race.

“You can touch mine. I don’t mind.” She gave me a secretive smile as she added, “I touch it myself in bed at night. It feels so good!”

I patted her on the shoulder to let her know I didn’t disapprove, then pulled my knickers up.

It wasn’t Titty’s cunt in itself that aroused me. After all, it’s just a vertical slit in a hairless mound, much like any other little girl’s sex. What really got my motor purring was the manner in which she showed it off to me — deliberately, lewdly, provocatively.

And her carefully contrived accidents in front of others, such as my neighbours or dinner guests, somehow aroused me even more. When my friends, trying and failing to conceal their interest, sneak looks at her, I get a different kind of excitement, a kind of exhibitionist-voyeuristic thrill that’s hard to explain.

Lately, she’s been stepping uninvited into the shower with me, offering to soap my back. Then she’ll say, “Do my back now, Aunty.” When I do, I can’t resist lathering her sweet little bum cheeks.

One hot afternoon I was taking a nap, lying naked on top of the bed. Without knocking, she came into the room and sat on the bed, eyeing my body up and down.

“My art teacher says the female form is one of the most beautiful things in the world, and I think I agree. Not fat people, though — just nice slender women like you, Aunty.”

I can’t help but smile. “And you, my sweet.”

She makes a face. “But I don’t have any tits, not like you.” At that moment, with gravity flattening my tiny breasts, it seemed I didn’t either. “Look.” She peeled her long t-shirt off, revealing that I’d been mistaken in my assumption that she’d been wearing her micro shorts underneath. In fact, all she had on was her cotton knickers. “See? I’m flat as a board.”

“But you are beautiful, Titty… and I’d love you even if you weren’t.”

Without warning, she leaned over me, reaching out to cup my right boob, then took my nipple between finger and thumb and rolled and pinched it. I gasped, not with surprise, but with pleasure, thrilled that she was taking her wanton behavior to a whole new level.

She looked at me and smiled. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Oh, Titty, you sexy little tease. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Just lie there. Don’t move. I wanna try something.” Lying down beside me, she began to run her fingertips over my whole body with a featherlike touch — circling my breasts, running down to my tummy and beyond, lightly brushing my cunt lips on her way to my thighs, then up the inside of my legs, briefly stroking my sex again on her way up to my tits, where she played with my nipples. She repeated the whole journey several times, lingering longer at my cunt with each pass. I was amazed and delighted by her sudden boldness.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

“Jesus, Titty, you’re turning me into a lesbian.”

“Huh. I thought you already were one! I wanna be a lez when I grow up. Boys suck, but girls are exciting.” Truth is, I am gay, but I’d never actually told her.

I couldn’t remain passive for one more minute. “You’ve got me so turned on, Titty. Lie down and let me play with you for awhile.”

She let me take her knickers off, a delicious moment in itself. Stroking her skinny child’s body was, if anything, more thrilling than letting her do it to me. Her little nipples hardened perceptibly when I tweaked them, and she hummed with pleasure as ran my fingers over her bald mound to caress her little girl’s slit. Titty’s legs parted invitingly as my hand lingered there and so I pressed the length of my finger along that narrow canyon, sliding it gently up and down.

“Push it in,” she whispered.

My middle finger went all the way into her cunt with no resistance. She was surprisingly wet. Her hips rose to meet my hand as I bent down to kiss her on the lips.

I felt her hand slide down my tummy and between my legs, and the instant her finger brushed my clit, I came without warning, my whole body throbbing with lust.

No two ways about it — my niece is a very naughty girl.

*****

“It’s a beautiful day, Titty. Let’s have a picnic,” I suggest.

“Like where?” asks Titty.

“D’you know that hay field on the other side of Badger’s Wood, the one with the long grass and all those wild flowers? There’s a big oak tree in one corner to give us shade, and I bet you could probably climb it. I’ll pack some lunch and we’ll take a blanket. We could have a lot of fun in the long grass.” I give my niece a certain look that makes it very clear what I mean by “fun”.

“Sounds good. I’m gonna wear that short sundress that you like.” She runs upstairs and I follow.

In her bedroom, she strips everything off and stands before me completely naked, hands on hips, looking for her dress in the closet. Finding it, Titty pulls it on over her head. It’s made of very flimsy cotton and barely covers her bum. I expect her to put a clean pair of knickers on but no, she doesn’t. I look at her, an eyebrow raised.

“I’m not gonna wear any knickers,” she announces.

“But we’ll be walking through the village, dear… and there’s quite a breeze blowing.”

She grins at me. “That’s the whole idea. What if my dress blows up while we’re walking down the High Street? Everyone would be able to see my cunt. Wouldn’t that be priceless?” Her eyes suddenly light up. Why don’t you go knickerless, too? I dare you! Go on, Aunty, take ’em off.”

I fold my arms, gazing at her with a smirk. “If I’m going to do without knickers today, you have to take them off.” I can be naughty too.

I lift my dress up high round my chest, displaying myself to Titty. She gazes at my knickers, her eyes bright, then kneels and very slowly slides them down to my thighs, pauses, then past my knees and finally lets them fall around my ankles. I carefully step out of them, still holding my dress up.

She remains on her knees, staring at my treasure. “I never get tired of looking at your cunt,” she says.

I should drop my dress, but I’m enjoying the moment too much. Titty’s gaze is almost a physical thing, her look caressing that most intimate part of my body, making my pulse race. Just allowing her to see my cunt in this way is turning me on.

For almost half a minute we are motionless — me, the exhibitionist, Titty, the voyeur. It’s usually the other way round. Finally I let my dress fall.

“Ready to go?” I say.

“Yeah,” she whispers, absently licking her lips.

*****

We stroll through the village, two lesbians — one grown, one still a child, neither wearing knickers. Our dresses are occasionally lifted by the wind, but never at a time when people are watching. I’m not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.

We go past the church and the Red Lion pub, then turn off the High Street. The houses soon peter out and we follow the lane through Badger’s Wood, coming out of the other side into the bright sunlight.

We come to a gate into the field and climb over it. As Titty jumps down on the other side, her dress gets caught and it ends up bunched round her chest, exposing her body from her nipples down. I glance down the lane, both ways — but no one’s coming. I think she’d have liked it if someone had seen us. I might have liked it myself.

The grass is thigh high and we wade through it to where the big oak stands, its limbs twisted by centuries of wind. I flatten a space in the grass, spread out a thick blanket and unpack the picnic stuff: sandwiches, crisps and fruit. From a cooler I take a bottle of cream soda pop for Titty and a bottle of cheap white wine for me, both nicely chilled by ice.

We sit cross-legged opposite each other, our cunts careless displayed. The day is hot and the shade is welcome. Insects buzz lazily, and the beautiful melody of a song thrush rings from the nearby wood.

“Can I please have a sip of your wine, Aunty?” she asks.

“In a minute, darling. But first, take your dress off.”

Titty looks puzzled, but she never passes up a chance to get naked. In seconds, her dress is on the blanket. “Now lie back and pull your legs up to your chest, so your bum is up in the air. I wanna to try something.”

Seating herself, she lies down, grasps her knees from behind and draws them up. For a few seconds, I gaze at her two orifices — one a vertical smile, the other a sweet little pucker like a kiss.

I carefully uncork the wine, then press the top of the bottle against her cunt and upend it. A couple of small air bubbles float up and then with a gurgle, several big ones.

“Oooh, it’s cold!” she squeals as the wine begins to flow from the bottle. I quickly turn it right-side up and clamp my lips to her cunt. I suck at her, but only manage a small mouthful, the capacity of her vagina not being very large.

Her laughter is like music. “Oh, Aunty, you’re naughty, naughty! What does it taste like?”

I pause as though pondering. “Chateaux lez-Cunt,” I announce, doing my best impersonation of a pompous waiter. “An uninhibited body with a hint of autumn decadence and overtones of childish indecency.” To be honest, the strength of the wine completely overwhelms the flavour of Titty’s cunt. Then again, it’s not the taste that thrills me, but the lasciviousness of our little game.

“Let me drink from you now,” she demands, impatiently.

“A couple more sips, then it’s your turn.”

I repeat our little game twice more, then sit up. “Now, taste it for yourself,” I tell her, taking my dress off and casting it aside, I don’t want to get wine stains on it. Lying back, I grip my ankles and lift my legs up, ready for her.

Titty gazes at me, a hungry look in her eyes. She pushes the top of the bottle between my cunt lips and tips it. A stream of big bubbles rise through the wine and I feel its delicious coldness flowing into my cunt. When I’m full, she pulls the bottle out and presses her lips into me, sucking and lapping enthusiastically. She licks the trickle that has run down to my other orifice, briefly touching my rosebud, then slowly drags her tongue up my perineum and back to my cunt.

“More!” she insists, inserting the bottle again.

Despite the chill of the wine, my vagina is completely relaxed, instinctively opening itself for what it thinks is going to be a male penis (perish the thought!) and now a considerable amount flows into me, more than a cupful. She thirstily drinks from me, making slurping sounds which only adds to the excitement.

She lifts her head to grin at me, her cheeks wet with a mixture of wine and cunt juice. “Fucking awesome,” she breathes.

I lower my legs to the blanket, take the bottle from Titty and carefully cork it. About half the wine is gone and not much of was spilled, so I’m a bit concerned about her sobriety.

“For the rest of your life,” I tell her, “you’ll be able to tell people that the first time you drank wine, it was from the cunt of your lesbian aunt.”

“But you say I shouldn’t tell anyone about the naughty things we do,” she says.

“That’s true, my love. Wait until I’m dead, then call the media and let the world know.” She giggles.

“It was fun when you sucked on my cunt,” she says, suddenly serious, “but it was even more exciting when I drank from you, then licked up all the spilt wine. Your cunt is so soft and nice.”

My heart lurches. “You enjoyed that? Oh, my darling Titty, you make me so happy. You can lick my cunt anytime you like, as long as you let me lick yours.”

“Let you? Of course I’ll let you. In fact, I demand that you lick me… oh, a dozen times every day!”

Oh, what joy! Until now I’ve been reluctant to push my luck too far with Titty, concerned that she might tell her friends about the wicked things she does with her lesbian aunt. But now, her determination to keep our secret has freed me from any restraint.

Sitting up, I reach for my new lover. “Come here, you little vixen — let me drink once more from your sweet chalice.”

Titty giggles and lies back, her legs up in the air. I fill her cunt and guzzle wine from it three more times. She wants to take another drink from me, but I tell her she’s had more than enough for one day.

“I know — I’ve still got some cream soda left,” she counters. “Let me pour that into you and drink it!”

And so she does, three cunt fulls. The fizz of the soda tickles the inside of my vagina deliciously, and the feel of her lips against my labia and the probing of her tongue is beyond thrilling, but what excites most of all is Titty’s eagerness to pleasure me. She licks up all the spilt liquid every time, even pushing her tongue against my anus. I’m delighted by her wickedness.

All the soda is now gone, and I finish the wine myself, the glow of its intoxicating effect mixing with the warmth of my afterglow. We lie back on the blanket, our arms round each other, and drift off to sleep.

*****

It’s the following day, and I’ve cleared out some junk from the garage, packing it away in cardboard boxes that I intend to store up in the roof space. I stand on a chair and pull the ceiling hatch open, then tug on the cord that allows the ladder to unfold. Moving the chair to one side, I pick up the heaviest box, step onto the ladder and begin my climb.

Then I feel my dress being lifted from the back. I look down and see little Titty, a mischievous grin on her face, staring at my bum.

With both my hands fully occupied, I’m helpless to stop my niece from doing anything she likes. I go one step higher, lifting the box to the next stair — and that’s when I feel the touch of a small hand on the inside of my thigh. Looking down again, I find she’s pulled my dress over her head for what must be the ultimate upskirt view. Titty’s hand slowly moves higher until it reaches the crotch of my knickers, where it rotates to the horizontal and presses against my cunt, which is now moist and will soon be dripping wet.

I take a few deep breaths, to give the impression that I’m briefly resting. I feel her other hand sliding up the outside of my thigh, over my hip, Titty’s fingers hooking into the waistband of my knickers. The other hand grasps the elastic on the other hip, and then my knickers are being tugged down.

“I see some-thing tas-ty…” she sings.

I can already detect the aroma of sex coming from me, and I’m sure it must be far more intense under my dress. Titty pulls my knickers down to my knees, pausing there as she runs her fingertips over the crease of my cunt. Then those cotton undies continue on their way down to my ankles, where I dispose of them with a careful flick of the foot.

I take one more step up to maintain the illusion that I’m still occupied with moving boxes, though I have no earthly idea whom I’m trying to fool by doing so. Then I feel Titty’s face press against my bum.

I can’t help myself. I slowly move my legs apart as far as they can go, giving her full access. Her tongue on my rosebud sends an electric thrill through me. I relax my sphincter, hoping her tongue will go in, but it’s too small to penetrate me there.

I take one step up on the ladder, spreading myself open enough for Titty’s mouth to reach my pussy. With her head tilted back, her sweet lips meet mine down below and she French kisses my cunt, running her tongue round, probing as far as she can.

I’m trembling with excitement, but also fearful of dropping the box I’m clutching, so I somehow manage to lift it through the hatch and shove it up and inside, not even caring if it falls open and scatters the contents. That taken care of, I cling tightly to the ladder, my orgasm building, my heart pounding. Titty’s hands are gripping the fronts of my thighs, pulling me back into her face. I hear the delicious slurping noises her mouth is making as she eats me, reminiscent of our wine-drinking adventure in the field. If my cunt wasn’t dripping before, it certainly is now.

“Fuck!” I groan through gritted teeth, “You little fucking slut! You’re gonna make me come!”

Seconds later, the flower of sexual lust bursts open inside me, sending me up to the clouds. My knees go weak, my body crumples and I try to hang on to the ladder, but I’m too far out of it to save myself and we take a tumble together, the two of us ending up in a heap on the floor.

Titty is laughing, her cheeks glistening with my cunt juice. “I’m a slut,” she cries, “I’m a fucking little slut!” She seems unhurt, thank goodness. “But I’m your slut, Aunty, so it’s all right. I love being your slut.”

She rises, then holds out her hand and helps me to my feet. My knickers are lying on the floor nearby and Titty picks them up, lifts the front of my dress and wipes my cunt with them. Then, predictably, she holds them to her face and inhales deeply, sighing with pleasure. I’m not surprised; all my girlfriends like to sniff dirty knickers. I think it’s a universal lesbian thing.

“That was naughty, Titty, what you did to me. You’ll have to be punished. I’m gonna take your knickers down and spank your bum, but first, you have to lift all the other boxes up into the roof space. I’ll be right behind to make sure you don’t fall.”

Our roles have been reversed. Once she’s mounted the ladder, I find that taking her knickers down is even more thrilling than having mine pulled off. And though Titty’s cunt isn’t quite as juicy as mine was, there’s enough of to quench my thirst. By the time all the boxes are safely stowed, my tongue is aching and my own face glistens just like hers.

I use her knickers to wipe my mouth and chin. “Now, put them back on,” I tell her, handing them back, “so that I can take you across my knee, lift up your dress, take them down, caress your bum and then spank, spank, spank you.”

She shivers with excited anticipation. “Will you kiss it better afterwards?”

“Of course I will… just to let you know that no matter how naughty you are, I still love you.”

*****

Now Titty has been thoroughly spanked. In the end, I didn’t take her across my knee because I wanted my own movements to be free, so I told her to get on all fours up on the kitchen table.

Then I got down to business. First, I pulled her dress up until it was around her chest. Then I circled the table, looking at her from all angles, drinking in the sight of my submissive niece, waiting to be disciplined. I ran my hands over her damp knickers, one caressing her buttocks, the other under her tummy, groping between her legs. She sighed with pleasure.

“Take my knickers off, Aunty,” she begged. “I’m a bad girl and I need to be spanked.”

I took my sweet time, slowly pulling them over her bottom and down to her knees. With her bum elevated, her sweet brown rosebud blowing a kiss at me and her cunt fully exposed, the very sight of her was driving me crazy. My hands were all over her again, squeezing her cheeks and tickling her cunt with my fingertips until I plunged one finger deep into her. She was already soaking wet. I took that finger out and and sucked it, then pressed my face between her twin globes, stabbing at her rosebud with my tongue, then licking her cunt up and down a dozen times or so.

Then I spanked her, hard enough to make a nice smacking sound, but not enough to cause her pain. She played along beautifully, crying out loud with each blow. After a dozen of these, I caressed her again, front and back, then lavished kisses on her sweet cheeks, so nicely warmed by my hand.

“There!” I said, standing back, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, young lady.”

“I’m not sure,” Titty said, rolling onto her back, grinning. “I may need to be spanked again. It’s so hard not to be naughty.”

She lay there, her lower legs hanging over the edge of the table, the dress still rucked up round her chest. She lifted a knee so that her knickers fell down to one ankle and kicked them off, enabling her to spread her legs. It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse.

I buried my face between Titty’s thighs, attacking her cunt with my tongue — licking her, eating her, probing her, dueling with the little bump of her clit, briefly switching to my fingers, then going down on her again for long minutes as her breathing quickened, those soft moans of pleasure building into loud cries. Her hips arched to meet my thrusting tongue as I reached up to play with her nipples.

I was in heaven, nearly aroused to orgasm myself without being touched, loving this little girl, my niece, with an intensity that was almost frightening.

With a final cry, her hips lunged up and her fingers dug into my scalp. I’d made her come! Oh, what joy! I lifted my head and saw her gazing down at me, her mouth open as she gasped for air, her eyes big and wet and full of love.

“I came!” she whispered. “Oh, my God, I came! Oh, Aunty, you made me come! I love you so much!”

I kissed her cunt again, lovingly, picked up her knickers from the floor, wiped my own wet cunt with them and held them for her to step into, pulling them up her legs.

She slid off the table and stood, smiling at me, the knickers stretched between her thighs in that pose that I love so much, that state of undress that says, I want you to touch me.

I shook my head in wonder. Even now, after the lovemaking we’d just shared, this naughty little girl was hungry for more.

*****

I’m sitting on the loo, peeing. Titty walks past the bathroom door, sees me and abruptly comes to a halt. A mischievous grin appears on her face. She steps in and drops to her knees in front of me, watching the golden stream issue from my cunt and fall into the bowl. She pulls my knickers, which are round my thighs, down to my ankles and pushes my knees wide apart.

I finish peeing, lean back and slide my bum right to the edge of the toilet seat. She leans in, her tongue protruding, and licks my cunt, saving me the trouble of wiping myself. It’s a gesture that’s both tender and erotic at the same time.

“Pee doesn’t taste bad,” she says, “not when it’s nice and fresh from your cunt.”

“Thank you, my darling,” I murmur, gazing at her, thinking about all the pee games we could play.

Squatting as she is, in her short dress, I can see that she’s put on clean knickers, blue cotton with white edging. I don’t know why, but I never tire of looking at her knickers. She rests one cheek against my inner thigh and gazes at my cunt.

“You’re all stubbly,” she observes, running her hand over my pubic area. “You should shave, Aunty.”

“Why don’t you shave me, Titty? The shaving cream and the razor are right there, on the counter.”

“Oooh, can I?” In seconds she is kneeling before me again, this time with can and razor in her hands.

She sprays me with foam and carefully shaves the whole area, then wipes off the few traces of foam with a damp flannel. Then she checks me again for smoothness. Her fingers linger on my cunt, playing with my labia, pulling them apart and staring into my pink grotto. She inserts two fingers, pushing them deep into me and then curls them to touch my G spot. I almost explode right there.

“You’re so wet, Aunty,” she whispers. “I love it when your cunt gets wet. It means you love me, right?” She moves her fingers in and out, every now and then sucking them to taste me, then she licks her smiling lips.

Now she has three fingers in my vagina — then four, pushed in until her thumb prevents further penetration. “Will my whole hand fit inside you?” she asks, looking up at me.

“I think so,” I say, knowing that it will, knowing that even if it hurts it’s going to be well worth it.

“I wish I could climb into your cunt and spend the whole night there, Aunty,” she says wistfully. The very thought makes my belly tighten with excitement. “But I guess all I can put inside you is my hand.”

Titty folds her thumb into her palm and pushes. Compared with mine her hand is tiny, and it goes inside me with surprising ease, perhaps because I’m absolutely dripping wet.

“Oh, my God, it’s inside you!” she cries delightedly. “Your cunt is squeezing my hand… it’s, it’s like a glove that’s way too tight!” She wiggles her fingers, sending waves of lust coursing through me.

“Now make a fist, my darling,” I gasp. “Yes, like that! Oh, God! Oh, my sweet little Titty, I’m in heaven!” She draws her hand back a little, then thrusts it in deeper, past her wrist. Back and forth it goes, fucking me, fucking my brains out, driving me to heights of arousal I’ve never reached before. “Fuck me, Titty! Fuck your aunty! Go deeper! Oh, shit, this is soooo good!”

My bum lifts up from the seat and my legs spread even wider as she fist fucks me, gazing up at my face adoringly. Now she’s inside me halfway up her arm. No one has ever fucked me like this, not even with the double ended dildos that my girlfriends like to use. The feeling of being utterly and completely filled is exquisite.

Pausing in mid-stroke, Titty licks the middle finger of her other hand, reaches under me and pushes it into my rectum, deep as it’ll go. Then she starts working her arm again, fucking my arse in time with her fist.

“This is awesome!” she whispers. “Oh, Aunty, I’m actually fucking you! I love it! I love it!”

Here it comes, I think, as the focal point of pleasure spreads out from my cunt, filling my abdomen with heat, setting my whole body alight, the fire raging hotter and hotter until my universe explodes in a blinding orgasm, making my whole body shake, my toes curl.

Someone is screaming and I realise it’s me, yelling, “Oh, fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” Then I collapse back onto the seat, my chest heaving, face flushed, heart pounding.

“Oh, my darling Titty,” I sigh, “I’ve never come like that before. It was… it was indescribable!”

My niece smiles at me, her eyes brimming with tears of joy, and slowly extracts her hand, making a lewd sucking noise as it leaves my cunt. She lifts it up to her face, sniffs it all over, then licks it from forearm to fingertip, front and back.

“That was naughty, wasn’t it?” she says, coquettishly, rising to her feet.

“It was,” I say, faking sternness, “very much. And you know what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?”

Titty smirks. “They get their dresses lifted up, their knickers pulled down and their bums spanked. But you were naughty too, Aunty. I think you need to be spanked.”

My God, how I adore this child!

“Quite right, my darling, I’m a bad girl too. Spank me, yes, spank me!”

The End