Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2011 15:04:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Panty Warship (lesbian/incest, oral, anal, fetish, g/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl and her aunt. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2010 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Panty Worship By Jan I was only eight years old when I was sent to live with my mother's sister, Trish. No one considered the risk when they placed me on the train that took me to Columbia, South Carolina. I was placed in the care of a kindly looking black porter. It had all been a great adventure, but a little frightening for me. I felt safe in the company of the porter. He saw to it that my luggage was unloaded, and that my Aunt Trish picked me up. Aunt Trish was very statuesque, tall, with an hourglass figure, and with dark hair. I was struck by her conservative way of dressing. It was a humid summer's day, and she still had gloves on. She had a hat on that protected her from the sun. It was as if she feared getting freckles as a result of being exposed to the sun. She carried herself regally. She kissed me on the cheek politely, tipped the porter. And a second black porter put my luggage on a cart, and followed us to her car. She tipped him after he had loaded my belongings in the trunk of her car. On the ride home she commented on my petite boyish figure. I was a small, flat chested girl at the time. I had long black hair. My figure was to become a subject for Trish to tease me about. She would comment that is it were not for the missing bulge in the front of my pants, I would look more like a boy than a girl. I was always embarrassed when my figure was discussed. I changed the subject by asking about how far it was to her home. It was at least an hour's drive to her home. The neighborhood was obviously a very affluent community. Her home was like a historical museum. It was built in the 1890's. It was Victorian in style. It had been restored to its glory days. There was even a painted iron stable boy on the curb with a ring in his hand, as if he was waiting for a visitor to tether their horse in front of the house. The gingerbread embellishments on all of the supports for the roof over the front porch were painted in three colors. It did look like a gingerbread castle in yellow, green and brown. When I entered the house I was struck by the old fashioned furniture. The straight backed chairs were covered in floral woven material. They were dark carved wood with bent legs and clawed feet gripping balls. The inlayed desk and cabinets had handles made of brass shaped like lion heads with rings hanging from their mouths. There was an authentic Persian area rug on the floor. Even the kitchen was right out of the past. The stove was a black and yellow cast iron thing that used coal oil. The white porcelain handles of the burners and the handle of the oven door looked worn but in good condition. She showed me to my bedroom. I spent the afternoon putting my clothes in the old fashioned dresser and hanging my clothes in the walk-in closet. The bed had a white painted tubular steel head and foot boards. The room was appointed just like the rest of the house. Lace curtains with heavy velvet drapes to close out all light at night. The hardwood floor also had a Persian area rug on it. Trish's bedroom was appointed similarly. Her furniture was larger to fill the larger bedroom and the bed was made of polished brass. When she announced that it was bedtime, she insisted that I sleep in her bed with her. She was sure that sleeping in a strange location would be uncomfortable for awhile. I followed her to her bedroom. I sat on the side of the bed. The bed was so high that it was a struggle for me to get on top of it. My feet dangled only halfway to the floor, while I watched my aunt undress for bed. I discovered that her hourglass figure was enhanced by a stiff corset. When she was totally naked she let down her dark hair. She sat at her dresser naked while she brushed out her hair. Her hair had a lustrous shine to it as it covered her back. When she was finished she removed her makeup with cold cream. She looked in the mirror over her shoulder and told me to undress. She stood up and came to the bed and pulled back the bedspread and sheet. Her sheets and pillows were pink satin. I kicked off my ballerina flats and unbuttoned the back of my dress. I struggle to pull the dress from under my butt, and over my head. All I had on was my best delicate panties. While I had been getting undressed Aunt Trish had settled down on her side of the bed. It was obvious that she intended to sleep in the nude. I was not brave enough to sleep naked, so I left my panties on. Trish covered the two of us with the pink sheet. It was a warm night, so blankets would not be needed. I could feel the warmth of Trish's body without actually touching her. It was not unexpected when my aunt kissed me goodnight, but she also placed her hand around my body and pulled me close to her. The right side of my body was pressed against her body. He left breast was pressed against my arm, and her right tit was resting on top of my arm, with the nipple pressed against my ribcage. She also laid her right leg over my right leg. She still rested her hand on my chest. She was able to cover both of my nipples under her hand. I was so surprised by her actions that I almost held my breath. She slid her hand down my warm body to the junction of my legs. My flesh was sweaty. When her fingers probed my virgin pussy, I was wet. She tickled my clitoris with her finger tip. My breathing was ragged. She tickled me until I had a climax. I had enjoyed rubbing myself before, but had never experienced a climax like that before. Aunt Trish did not ask or force me to do anything to her that night. She simply rolled over onto her back and took hold of one of her tits with one hand, and used her other hand to play with her hairy pussy until she started gasping for breath and making sounds that sounded like she was in pain, but her face was contorted in bliss. I was fascinated with her actions. When she was finished I could not resist rolling towards her and because I was laying on my right side I had to use my left hand to touch her wet hairy pussy. It was very slimy, and I could smell her pungent aroma. After covering my fingers with her slimy fluid I brought my hand to my face, so that I could smell my fingers. I felt my own pussy tingle. I clung to her body as we drifted off to sleep. Upon waking in the morning, Trish was no place in sight. I got up, gathered up my clothes and went to my room. As I walked down the hall I smelled and heard the sounds of cooking. I washed my face, brushed my hair and teeth before getting dressed. When I entered the kitchen, Trish gave me a sweet smile and said, "Good morning, dear! Did you enjoy your sleep?" "Yes...Aunt Trish!" "Sit down at the breakfast table, we will eat, and then we will discuss what we are going to do!" After breakfast she had me help wash dishes. She had me pull my panties down to my knees and spread my legs as wide as the panties permitted. After she finished washing the dishes, and I was still drying them she placed her soapy hand on my butt. Her strong fingers worked their way between the cheeks of my ass. I almost dropped a dish when her finger found my tightly puckered asshole. She kissed me and told me, "Honey you will have to learn to concentrate better!" When I started school, I was instructed to take off my clothes as soon as I got home from school, of course you have to leave your panties on! I don't want any sits marks on my furniture!" When we went to bed she insisted that I sleep in a training bra. I did not need one because I didn't have more than bumps on my chest, but the tight straps were uncomfortable. I'm sure she did that just to make me aware that she had complete control of me. Of course Aunt Trish was a strict disciplinarian, when I misbehaved I had to pull my panties down around my ankles. I could not sit down on any of her furniture, and had to walk about the house hobbled by my panties. The elastic in my panties broke quickly. I hardly had any panties that had enough elastic to hold them up around my waist. It became my job to hand wash her bras and panties. I sucked the juices out of the crotch and seat of her panties before I hand washed them. I'm sure she masturbated during the day just so there would be plenty of dried juice in them. When it was bedtime I was instructed to clean her hairy pussy with my mouth. I had to suck her pussy until she climaxed, and had to lick up the fluid she produced after her cum. It was not a punishment for me I could not think of anything I wanted to do more that suck my aunt's pussy. I even licked her asshole to ensure it was clean too. My aunt was sure a wet woman. I have never met a woman that produced more cum than her. By the time I was 10-years-old I was a committed and willing sex slave to my beautiful aunt. I developed even stronger fetishes as I grew older. I'm still a small breasted woman of 32, and envious of women that are full breasted. I still live in South Carolina. I am a well respected professional in my field of study. I live a double life, at work I am known as the 'Ice Queen' an efficient administrator, but at home I'm a submissive slut. Aunt Trish had passed me on to a friend of hers before she passed away. My new mistress added to my fetishes by having me satisfy other women by sucking their pussies while they wore their panties. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.