Auntie’s World               by: Stephanie Lace                  ©July 8, 2001

 

They’d been married for just a few months. Alex was still completely befuddled as to why his wife Anne was even attracted to him, much less interested in sharing her life with him.

He was a slender, mid-height, dweeby sort of fellow. Thin featured, thin boned, and though not unattractive, certainly not the chiseled hunk type, that Anne was dating prior to her taking an interest in him. He’d noticed her on campus, as did everyone with heartbeat, for several years. She was tall, voluptuous, and athletic; a sunny, bright southern California type girl.

She dated her way through the athletic team members in her first year or two of college, then moved on to the pre-law and pre-med students. She never settled down with one guy, but appeared to enjoy the company of most whom she dated. Rumors floated around her that she was a nymphomaniac, a prude, an ice queen, a lesbian, and a stripper. No rumor was ever substantiated, but in looking at her one could easily decide that any or all of them were true.

They were in the same year of college, but on different scholastic paths. She more interested in liberal arts, he in science. They had several general ed classes together in the first two years of college and Alex was always impressed with how articulate and prepared Anne was in class. He knew that she got mostly A’s, without a lot of struggling. She was unafraid to ask questions or seek help, but she was equally at ease answering questions and offering help.

She was always friendly to Alex, but until the last month of school he didn’t appear to rate on her dating radar screen. She asked him to help her through a few sections of trig and calculus, and was happy to help him with essays that he struggled to write for an English Lit course. She always remembered his name, even after months of no contact.

It was, therefore, an overwhelming surprise to him, when she walked up as he ate a sandwich on the grass in the center of the campus one warm April day and asked him if he’d like to go for a bike ride at the beach that afternoon. He smiled, searched for words, nodded his had, acckked a yes, and dropped his sandwich, in a brief few seconds.

"Great," said Anne. She told him where to meet her and at what time, then smiling a beautiful smile she bounced off, her ponytail swinging back and forth as her perfectly shaped ass winked at him with each stride that she took.

His typically adroit and well honed mind, that had been momentarily rendered impotent, began again to operate, slowly, methodically plowing through the implications and consequences of Anne’s benign invitation until it came to rest on the very basic and reverie shattering fact that he didn’t own a bicycle. It quickly streaked to stealing one from the bike racks at school, to buying one, to thinking of someone from whom he could borrow a bike.

Settling on a couple of friends who owned bikes and owed Alex, he set forth on the latter course of action.

The bike ride was pleasant, though Alex was no stud he was fit and had little trouble keeping pace with Anne, who was quite the athlete and competitor. She led the way and would always pull ahead if he came aside her on his bike. They stopped and had coffee, then rode back to their cars.

Alex invited her to dinner, which she declined for the evening, but then asked if the next night was convenient. She suggested a place that was way beyond his means, but he was far too bedazzled to do anything other than agree, so she began to give him her address. Then, shot a polite glance at his rusted, decrepit hulk of an ancient car, sitting next to her brand new convertible Mercedes.

"Um, tell you what, I’ll pick you up, how’s that?" she asked sweetly. He was a bit embarrassed, but quickly agreed and gave her his address and phone number.

She arrived promptly, with a small bouquet of flowers in hand. Though flustered, Alex kept his composure, took the flowers graciously, and put them in his one nice vase. He offered Anne a glass of wine, which he poured into his one of two nice wine glasses, then led her to the small balcony at the front of his apartment. There were two old, comfortable chairs that filled the little porch, but the view across the city up the coast was spectacular and they sipped their wine and watched the sun set.

Alex began to relax as the conversation went from school, to movies, to future hopes, to pasts. It turned out that they were both orphaned at an early age. Alex was taken in by a childless couple of limited means, who raised him with values, and concern, but little love or affection. As soon as he was old enough to get a job and support himself, he moved out and the couple sold their home, left a small amount of money for Alex, bought an RV and disappeared into America. With less frequency and fewer words each time he received postcards from the couple. Anne was raised by an extremely wealthy aunt, who loved her, cared for her, gave her the best of everything, and promised to provide Anne with a lifelong lifestyle in the lap of luxury. The aunt had a daughter, who Anne considered to be her sister and best friend. She still lived at home in a gated community in the most exclusive section of the city.

The conversation continued over dinner, through dessert, and well past coffee. When the check arrived, Alex reached for it with his heart beating, but Anne put her hand over his, and said,

"Alex, please let me take care of this. I know that every penny counts to you and it’s meaningless to me. You’ve provided great company and conversation. I really insist."

Alex put up a struggle, assuring her that he could afford the meal, but eventually Anne prevailed and she produced a credit card of some obscure precious metal and signed the receipt.

"I did love your balcony and the night is warm enough, maybe we can go to your place and just sit for a bit," she said. Alex thought that was a lovely idea and off they went to his house.

They sat for a while in silence. Anne reached out and took his hand. The night, the silence, the warmth of the evening’s banter enveloped them in a first night euphoria. It was Anne who stood, still holding his hand, smiled at Alex and nodded inside. He arose and followed her as she made her way to the bedroom.

She climbed into bed, her skirt riding up her thigh, as she rolled onto her side and gently pulled him down beside her. She slid her arm under his back, rested her other hand on his stomach and kissed him gently on the mouth. He kissed her back, and then began to roll over toward her, but she pressed down on his stomach to keep him on his back.

Her hand slid up to the top button of his shirt, which she unbuttoned, then the next, until his chest was exposed. She unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers, unzipping the zipper to his pants, she took his cock in her hand and quickly got him hard. She pulled his pants down his legs to his thighs, put her leg over him and straddled him. She pulled a condom from a pocket in her skirt, opened the foil and quickly placed it on his cock.

While he gazed up at her longingly and lovingly, his cock as hard as it had ever been, she pulled her sweater and blouse over her head, her hair cascading down around her shoulders, her large, perfectly shaped breasts bouncing free. She reached under her short skirt, pulled her panties to the side and placed the head of his penis at the opening of her pussy. Then slowly, gently, she began to slide down the shaft of his cock and rock back and forth. He reached up and gently rubbed and cupped her breasts and nipples, while she ground her pelvis into his.

Her beauty, her command, her pussy around his cock, and her incredible breasts in his hands was sensory overload, and only the most deliberate and careful attention to focus kept Alex from coming instantly. He held on to his orgasm with every bit of his being, until Anne had come, not once, but twice. Then, unable to control himself a second longer, in thrusts unknown to him before, he bucked his cock as deep inside of her deliciously wet pussy as he could and came in a condom filling torrent.

Anne stayed on top of him, squeezing his penis with her pussy, catching her breath, and shuddering in orgasm. Alex was on his back, his hands at her waist reveling in the aftermath of the greatest sex he’d ever had in his life.

"Anne, that was incredible," he whispered. "You are so beautiful."

"Aren’t you sweet," she said smiling, and bent down to kiss him first on the forehead, then the lips. She slid off of him and down into the bed, nuzzling into his body, his arm around her, and her head on the pillow.

They were soon both asleep, but some time in the night Anne slipped out of bed and the house, for Alex awoke alone the next morning. She’d left a note on his kitchen table that thanked him for a wonderful evening and that she looked forward to another date soon.

She sought him out at school the next day. Immediately putting arms around his neck and kissing him on the lips, then walking hand in hand to class. They were soon a couple. One that drew quizzical stares from those who knew them and strangers alike. They were certainly on odd couple. The bookworm and the vivacious bombshell in love.

They dated, made love, and grew close in the last month of college. He met her aunt and sister at graduation briefly and wasn’t surprised to find the sister as beautiful as Anne, and the aunt, though older, equally beautiful and well preserved. The aunt was polite and seemed to appraise Alex, while the sister was if anything cold and rude.

Alex had been working at a dot com outfit throughout college and had hoped his career would blossom with the degree, but the company went belly up within a week of his college graduation, so Anne, who was off to Europe for the summer, asked him to join her. They spent the summer traveling together and at Anne’s insistence married in a small village chapel in the south of France.

They returned home in late August to a nice home purchased and furnished by Anne’s aunt, in a nice neighborhood, roughly a twenty minute drive from the family home. Alex brought his sentimental and personal things to the home, but left his furniture in his apartment.

Married life was fine, though Alex was a bit frustrated by Anne’s time with her sister and aunt. She’d often go to their house, stay for dinner and sometimes even the night. Alex was rarely invited to join her.

The aunt was always friendly when he saw her, she insisted that Alex also call her Auntie. The sister was very possessive of Anne and uncomfortable for Alex to be around. She criticized and demeaned him at every opportunity.

Through a friend of Auntie’s Alex got work programming from his home computer, while Anne spent her time spending. She made sure that he was well fed, clothed, and sexed, but a maid and a cook were soon employed to care for the domestic chores.

In October she informed him that she and her sister were going to go to the Caribbean for a vacation for a couple of weeks. She then extended the plan to a month and decided that the kitchen required remodeling. Auntie offered Alex a room at her house during the period and before he could say a word his November was planned.

Alex and Anne spent the night before the girls left at Auntie’s. They made love until the early hours. Alex felt that he was being watched a couple of times during their lovemaking and was sure that he heard the door to their room close at one point, but Anne was so wild and full of adventure and lust, that he paid attention to nothing but her.

As she drifted off to sleep, snuggled in his arms, she kissed him gently and whispered, "This has been so much fun."

A car picked Anne and her sister up the next morning to take them to the airport, and Alex went to work in the office Auntie had set aside for him. She went shopping right after the girls left, but had a maid bring him a light breakfast.

She invited him to lunch with her by the pool in the middle of the afternoon and they enjoyed a pleasant hour of conversation. She laughed easily and seemed to enjoy his company.

"I’m going to take a nap," she said. "Perhaps you’d like to join me for dinner?"

"I’d be delighted, Auntie," he said. And admired her figure as she walked toward the house. She was very well put together for a woman her age. Tall, with short dark hair, narrow hips, full breasts, and fine features.

He sat by the pool for a while, taking in the luxury of his surroundings. The house was a massive Tudor style home, the gardens took up a couple of acres, with several guest cottages and a pool house. The pool looked like a lagoon and was huge, as were the three separate spas, complete with waterfalls, tennis courts, lawns, and lush foliage

A discreet, but large staff was needed to keep the property running smoothly. Alex had the impression that he was the focal point for many sets of eyes, but when he scanned about he saw no one, other than a gardener and a maid. The maid began to take away the dishes, but stopped and pushed his ice tea toward him. Without thinking, Alex downed the last of the drink, then go up and went back to work.

The phone on his desk, next to the keyboard, rang late in the afternoon. A woman’s voice, a maid, informed him that dinner would be served in an hour, so he stopped work to take a shower. He dressed in slacks, a collar shirt, no tie, and a light sweater, and then went downstairs. He wandered around for a bit until he found Auntie in the large den.

"Come in, Alex," she said happily. "Would you like a drink?"

He wasn’t much of a drinker, but nodded yes, and accepted the glass with amber liquid that she handed to him. Sipping it he knew it was scotch, but little more than that. He continued to sip, while they talked. Auntie was light and easy and did most of the talking. Alex was surprised to learn that she had spoken with Anne earlier in the day. Surprised, as Anne had not asked to speak with him.

"She asked how well you were behaving," said Auntie, then laughing. "I told her that you were being a very good boy."

A young maid poked her head in the door and announced dinner. Drinks in hand, they went to the dining room. Auntie sat at one end of the table and Alex at the other. The table was large enough for three on each side in its present configuration. but Alex had once sat at the same table with twenty people. The room dwarfed the table and Alex had to be careful not to talk loudly.

Dinner began with a spare salad and white wine. The wine was particularly good, Alex found his glass drained quickly and that he was onto a second before the salad was replaced with an entrée of salmon.

His head was spinning a bit, from the scotch and the wine, he presumed. Auntie’s conversation was a bit disjointed. He heard her say how happy Anne would be with him, but he was confused by what it was that would make Anne happy. He looked down the table at Auntie and saw her smiling, her mouth moving, and thought that she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, but her words seemed to come down the table then stop a foot or two from his plate.

Then, he slipped out of his chair and began walking toward her. He saw her look to the floor and point and then it was obvious that he should not walk, but crawl toward her. He was embarrassed for a moment by this slip. On his hands and knees he approached Auntie. She seemed to never stop talking in low, gentle tones, but he never heard specifically what she said.

He looked at her feet, beautiful, petite, perfectly manicured in soft velvet high heels. He couldn’t do another thing, without kissing them, first the toe of the shoe, then her ankle, then her leg. He looked up, from his place on his hands and knees and saw that she had spread her legs and lifted her skirt slightly. He kissed his way up her legs, inside of her thighs and then stared directly into her vagina. It was a whole world of beauty and delicacy that he felt he could never leave. He licked her tentatively, like a fragile flower, inhaling her womanly aroma and feeling his body tingle all over.

He brought her to orgasm, and then stopped. He looked up into her eyes and saw her smiling down at him. She ran her fingers through his hair, and then offered him some wine. He drank it down quickly, it tasted so good, and the euphoria that had crept into his mind with the scotch again asserted itself. She stood, snapped her fingers, and he crawled at her heel beside her as she walked out of the dining room and back to the den.

She settled down in a leather couch and he knew that his place was on his knees, his tongue buried inside of her pussy. He remained there lapping happily, swirling his tongue around her perfect clit, dipping deep into the folds of her perfect world, drinking in her juices for what seemed like hours, days, an eternity, happily content.

He was vaguely aware that others were in the room, from time to time, that Auntie would talk to them and laugh, that a hand would occasionally caress his bottom, but he was completely lost in the reverie of his purpose, to lick and suck, and nibble on Auntie’s flower and bring her pleasure.

He awoke the next morning in her bed, the sun pouring into the room, his head between her legs, so his first vision was of her pussy. He remembered removing his clothes for her, while they were in the den, and vaguely recalled crawling at her heels, naked, as she led him to the bedroom. Alarms began to go off in the miasma of his mind. That this was wrong, that Anne would be hurt and furious, but as he sat up quickly he saw that Auntie was awake,

"Good morning, " she said soothingly. "Everything’s just fine. You are a good boy, just like I told Anne you are."

He went into the bathroom, peed and seeing a fresh toothbrush in a package on the counter beside one of the three sinks, brushed his teeth. His head was slow to clear, but as it did panic again began to creep into his thoughts. What was he doing? What would Anne think? Why would Auntie want him sexually? Why was everything so fuzzy, especially his memory of he evening?

"Come join me for coffee and juice," called Auntie gaily. He was compelled to return to the room. Her voice was like a beacon, he had to walk to her when she called him. He entered the room, went to the side of the bed and sat down. She handed him a glass of orange juice, which he dutifully downed, and then a cup of coffee, which he sipped.

Shortly after drinking the orange juice, the panic wandered off and all seemed well with the world. He finished the coffee and went to his room to shower, then sat down at his computer to work. He spent the day working, looking at the screen, and though he had the feeling of accomplishment, he realized that there was almost nothing to show for it. The maids had brought him a steady supply of ice tea and a light lunch.

He had recurring visions of high heels, perfect pussies, large breasts, long flowing hair swirling in his mind. When Auntie called him on the phone and asked that he come to her room, he shut down his computer and went immediately.

She was in a sitting area that was in a corner of her immense suite, settled back in a couch. She looked down at the floor and nodded and without thinking, or rather thinking that it was so right, he dropped to his hands and knees and crawled across the room to kneel at her feet.

"How was your day, my sweet?’ she asked.

"I got a lot done, thank you, Auntie," he replied, honestly.

"Good, girl," she said. He nodded, and the thought of correcting her slipped gently from his mind. He bent over and kissed her feet, then began too kiss his way toward the happiness of her pussy, but she pushed him away with her heel.

"You’re not pretty enough for me, tonight," she said, firmly. He was crushed and mortified. His disappointment in himself was almost overwhelming. Tears began to well in his eyes. But, Auntie, laughed gently, and said, "Oh, don’t be upset, my beauty, that’s easily fixed. Go into my bathroom, take a shower, and then put on the clothes that are on the changing table."

His heart buoyant, Alex went to the bathroom, stripped down, and climbed into her shower. He ran the water, soaped himself, shampooed and conditioned his hair, and shaved his face with a brand new razor that was in the shower. He turned off the shower and dried himself thoroughly with an enormous bath towel hanging from a hook at the back of the stall.

Stepping out of the shower he looked at the dresser and saw the clothes set out for him. It was a one piece body suit of Lycra. He was befuddled by the outfit, but eventually saw where to put his feet, then pulled the top on and his arms in the sleeves. Once on the suit was skin tight, it was white, the effect was that he was wearing tights that came all the way to the top of his legs, held up by garters that were part of the top, which was like a long sleeve t-shirt, with large holes for his breasts. A pair of white heeled sandals was just the right size for his feet.

He returned to the bedroom and looked sheepishly for approval from Auntie. She smiled and nodded to the floor. He dropped to his hands and knees and began to crawl toward her.

"Slowly, angel," she whispered, "like a cat."

He crawled, moving one appendage at a time, slowly, as he imagined a feline would. His eyes were on the prize of Auntie’s vagina, covered by a loose silk dress, her legs slightly apart.

"That’s it, my beauty, roll your ass for me, show me how luscious you are," she cooed. "I’m waiting for you, come here kiss my toes, kiss my legs, earn your way to my flower."

"You’re such a good girl, such a pretty baby,"

He was so happy once his lips touched the top of her foot, he took his time licking and kissing his way up her leg. He arched his back and raised his ass in the air, showing it to her proudly, as he knew he should.

As he began to lift her skirt to enter his own private heaven, she put a glass of wine to his lips. He drank in the cool liquid, feeling the flush of happiness that accompanied it, feeling the surge of sexual energy in his loins that then leapt to his lips and tongue. He finished the drink and then lowered his head to her lap and began to lick.

Another night in the miasma of his happiness passed, his face buried in Auntie’s lap, his lips and tongue bringing her to orgasm again and again. And, at the peripheral of his awareness people came and went, Auntie would talk to them and laugh, hands would touch his ass, his genitals, his asshole was probed a few times. Again he awakened in her bed, staring into her vagina, dressed in the bodysuit she’d had him wear the night before.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she cooed. He pulled himself up from the bed, peed and brushed his teeth, then returned to her on hands and knees. She left him on the floor, holding a glass of juice to his lips, then pointed to the coffee server indicating that he should help himself.

"When you’ve finished your coffee, go to your room, shower, and dress in the clothes on your bed. They will be your work clothes today," she said, smiling. Then, she picked up the newspaper that was on the bed beside her and began to read. She ignored him when he finished the coffee, put the cup back on the server, and crawled from the room.

He went to his room and straight to his bed, where he found a pair of black lace panties, lace halter top, and black heels. He showered and put the clothes on. They felt good covering his penis and balls, the thin material slipping into the crack of his ass. The top rubbed his nipples, making them erect, and Alex noticed how sensitive that they’d become. He squeezed them through the material and felt a rush of pure sex down to his penis. He slipped into the heels, and then went to his office to work.

Work was easy, pleasurable, he stared at the screen and again the images flowed through his mind, this time of penises turning into pussies, manly chests growing boobs, thin lips becoming lush, and short hair becoming full and lustrous. The maid brought in a steady supply of ice tea and juice, she looked him up and down each time with a knowing chuckle, and a sparse lunch of just salad.

In the middle of the afternoon, the phone on his desk rang. A woman’s voice told him that Auntie was waiting for him in the den. He shut down programs and turned off the computer, feeling satisfied with the day’s work. He left the room and went downstairs. He held the banister tightly, for fear of slipping and falling I the heels.

He knocked on the door to the den and automatically dropped to his hands and knees as he opened the door, after hearing Auntie call out to enter.

"How’s my sweet pet, this afternoon?" she asked kindly. "Did you work hard?"

"Yes, Auntie," he replied. His eyes fixed her feet. He crawled toward her intent on kissing them. He knew that he wouldn’t live more than a few minutes if his lips didn’t caress the tops of her perfect, beautiful feet.

She indulged his needs and allowed him to kiss his way up her leg to her knee, and then she pushed him back with her heels, pressing it into his right nipple. This sent torrents of throbbing, erotic, pleasure throughout his body.

"You’re not pretty enough for me, today," she said. As if it was the first time he’d heard the words, Alex was crestfallen. He felt worthless and disappointed in himself. Auntie laughed, "Don’t worry, sweetheart, Auntie can fix everything. Go to your room, shower, and put on the clothes that are laid out on your bed."

Smiling with glee, Alex, turned and crawled from the room, then wobbling in the heels, he hurried upstairs to his room. On the bed were stockings and garters, a bra, and small dress made of stretch material, all black, and matching heels, higher than those that he was wearing.

Alex took a shower, shaving his face and under his arms. It was so automatic to shave his arms that only the faintest glimmer of protest bubbled in his mind as he did so. He towelled himself dry, then pulled on the stockings, fishnet, and attached them to the garter belt. The bra was tight, with underwire and gave him a bit of cleavage, though not as much as he hoped, he imagined himself with large breasts, spilling out of a bra. He pulled the dress over his head and down over his hips. It was skin tight, open shoulders, with sleeves, just long enough to cover the top of his stocking. He slipped into the shoes and teetered toward the door, then down the stairs, hugging the banister, and was relieved to get down on hands and knees to enter the den.

He crawled across the room, compelled to kiss Auntie’s feet and only able to relax when his lips touched the leather of her boots.

"Hmm, yes, you are much prettier, now," cooed Auntie. "Wiggle you ass for Auntie, pet."

He complied, rocking back and forth from knee to knee. Then kissing his way up her booted leg, until his lips touched the skin of her inner thigh. Laughing she put her hand on his forehead and lifted his face. She looked him in the eye.

"I have a surprise for you, beautiful," she said. Then from a table beside the couch she lifted a lipstick, removed the top, and carefully and gently applied it to his lips. ""Do this," she said, pressing her lips together.

"Now, I want you to learn to walk in heels. We’ve only just begun," she laughed, "soon you’ll be wandering around in 8" stilettos. Stand up and walk the room."

Alex did as he was told, wobbling at first, then gradually growing accustomed to the balance required. He walked for half an hour, back and forth, while Auntie read a book. Finally, she began to tell him how to swing his hips, hold his hands, and carry his body. He was quite accomplished on heels within the hour. At which point, Auntie rose from the couch,

"I want you to walk behind me now, while we stroll the house and property. There are things I want to show you," she said.

Alex dutifully followed, no longer wobbling, in almost graceful strides. Auntie walked into the kitchen, where a glass of ice tea awaited each of them, then outside, past the pool, where Alex noticed several beautiful bodies, both male and female, swimming or tanning. They all sat up and looked to Auntie, who smiled and waved casually, allowing them all to relax.

She led Alex to a cottage hidden behind trees in the backyard, entering without knocking. The cottage was a large house. In the front room was a hairdresser’s salon. Two women worked on the hair of two other women. They were all wide eyed, and dropped to their knees as Auntie entered.

"Relax, girls," said Auntie smiling. Nodding at one of the hairdresser’s, "Tabitha, tomorrow afternoon, make Alex into Alexi for me."

"Yes, Auntie," said the girl.

Auntie continued through a door, and then speaking to Alex, she said, "Only work tomorrow morning, darling, then come out here. You’ll have an appointment with the doctors, then Tabitha. Tomorrow evening, you’ll join me and some guests for dinner and I want you to look exceptionally pretty."

She nodded to the nurse, who agreed with the schedule, and then Auntie walked through a door into a large back room. All manner of exercise equipment filled the room.

"Once the doctors have examined you, they’ll introduce you to a trainer, who will set you up with workout and food program," she said. It was a relief to Alex to know that he had things to do, a plan as it were. He smiled happily and followed Auntie back through the yard and into the house.

Once inside they went to the living room. There were already a few people in the room, all of whom dropped to their knees as Auntie entered. She left them on the floor, while she sat down in a large chair, pointing to the floor at her feet for Alex to sit. He did so happily, and began to kiss the top of her boots.

"Bring me a drink," she ordered, and several of the others jumped up to obey. "And, bring one for my newest pet." She stroked the top of his head, while he kissed himself toward her pussy.

He heard footsteps, and then felt her fingers lift his chin, and Auntie poured the drink into his mouth. He swallowed and felt the familiar erotic euphoria, then returned to the task of kissing her inner thigh, eventually licking her vagina through her panties, while she absently stroked his head.

He was soon lost in her juices, his focus only occasionally interrupted by a new drink pressed to his lips, the conversation and activities surrounding him were but vague murmurings, only Auntie’s pussy was worthy of his attention, and he was consumed.

He again awoke between her legs, his eyes seeing her perfect pussy, and immediately wanting to please her. He buried his tongue within her folds and languished for what could have been minutes, hours, days, or eternity. Finally Auntie gently pushed his head from her lap. He could see that she’d been reading while he was lost inside of her. She scarcely paid attention to him,

"You know what today’s agenda is, Alex," she said. "Go to your room and when I see you at dinner be Alexi."

He left her room on hands and knees, and went about his day. His clothes for the day were a lace halter top, a short black skirt, black panties, and high heels. He worked through the morning, finishing what seemed a very busy day, fully satisfied. He skipped down the stairs happily and went through the house and the yard to the cottage.

The two women hairdressers sat in chairs flipping through women’s magazines. They looked up and smiled at him. The one closest told him to go to the clinic first, pointing to the door. He entered and was met by a small, thin redhead in a nurse’s uniform.

"Oh, hi Alex," she said. "Come in and let’s have a look at you."

Alex was weighed, his blood pressure taken, blood drawn, and a urine sample taken. Then he was told to strip and the nurse led him to an examining room. Almost immediately a woman in a white coat entered.

"Hello, I’m Dr. Ravin," she said. "You’re in good hands, so relax, and let me check a few things."

She checked his eyes, his mouth, had him lie on the table and poked and prodded, paying careful attention to his breasts, then she inspected his penis, told him to roll over and probed deep into his ass hole. Finally finished, she called the nurse, who brought in a chart.

"We’ll have to wait a few days for the lab results to come in, but I think Auntie can do with you as she pleases," said the doctor. "Do you know what she has in mind?"

As innocently as a child, Alex answered, "Not exactly, I hope she lets me continue to kiss her feet and lick her. I think that as long as I look pretty she’ll let me. I like the work I’m doing, too."

The doctor looked at the nurse, they both smiled, then she asked Alex, "How many glasses of tea do you drink a day?"

"I have no idea," answered Alex honestly, to which both the doctor and the nurse laughed.

"Okay, well then, I bet you’ll be pleased as punch to know that Auntie plans to let you kiss her feet and lick her pussy for a long time. And, that she has plans to make you about as pretty as you can be."

Alex beamed at this good news.

"In fact, she intends to make you a ravishingly beautiful woman, who loves to suck and be fucked, by Auntie and all her friends."

"Really?" asked Alex, just as happy as he could imagine being.

"Yes, you are going to be Auntie’s latest toy, Alex, isn’t that wonderful?"

He nodded his head agreeably.

"Well, then, just so you understand, you’ve been taking hormones and other drugs, that are making you more of a girl. I’m going to give you some shots, send you into another room, where they’ll take off all of your body hair, then the girls will do your hair and makeup, and get you dressed for this evening. Isn’t that wonderful?" she said, laughing.

"Oh, yes," Alex gushed.

The doctor looked at the nurse, "I just love these new drugs, this thing would be happy to walk on coals right now."

"Right, then, baby cakes," she continued talking to Alex. "Auntie will play with for a few weeks, while we continue to pump you full of hormones and psycho-drugs, and you’ll spend a good part of each day staring at your computer, thinking that your working. The exercise bitches will get you on a pretty hard work out and control your diet. Once Auntie is ready we’ll bring you in here for new boobs and you’ll be a happy slut with a dick for a few months, and then, again, when Auntie is ready will take away your cock and balls and give you the prettiest pussy you can ever imagine."

Alex was so thrilled with the plan, he was beside himself. A small glimmer in the deepest recesses of his mind murmured a faint no, and a miasmic image of Anne, unhappy drifted in his head, but they were quickly replaced by a freight train of euphoria at the thoughts of beautiful breasts and a vagina, and pleasing Auntie.

The nurse led him to another room, where he experienced with pure joy the pain of removing his scant body hair with wax, a cream was applied to his face and the process of removing his beard was begun. His body burning delightfully he went to the salon and his hair, which had grown to shoulder length was cut and set in a mop style, with highlights, his ears were pierced, then his face was made up.

He was dressed in thigh high stockings and thong panties, a vinyl skirt and top. The top lifted his breasts and squeezed what there was of them up and together. He put on high stiletto heels with black ankle straps. The dresser put a vinyl collar around his neck that had hoops front and back.

He was then sent back to the house. Walking through the garden, he realized that it was already nighttime and that he’d spent almost eight hours in the cottage. He entered the house and was told by a maid that Auntie was waiting for him in the living room.

Not only Auntie, but a young couple was also in the room. Auntie beckoned him to her, so he walked across the room, she twirled her finger, and he did a pirouette She smiled at him, and then said,

"You’re such a good girl, Alexi. You did just as I told you. Did the doctor explain everything to you, so that you could understand?"

"Oh, yes, Auntie, I can’t wait," he said gaily.

"There’s a good girl," she said. "Now, make all of us a drink. This is Gregor and Candy." She waved vaguely in the direction of the two. Gregor sat on the couch next to Auntie and Candy was on the floor leaning on the coffee table. Gregor was dark, well muscled, and handsome and Candy was a voluptuous blonde, all curves, and lips, and bursting breasts. Alex was instantly envious of her.

He made drinks, vodka and lime. Then walking carefully he brought Auntie hers, then one for Gregor. Two vials of clear liquid were next to the ice bucket. One had Candy written on it, the other Alexi. He opened each vial and poured them into each of the glasses, then sure to give Candy hers, he took her glass over, before picking up his own. Gregor toasted Auntie and they all sipped the drinks. And the swell of lustful euphoria washed over Alex.

"Lexi," cooed Auntie. "Auntie wants a bit more than your tongue inside of her. Prepare Gregor for me."

Alex set his drink down on the coffee table, walked toward where Gregor sat on the couch. He got down on his hands and knees and crawled between Gregor’s legs. Slowly, all the while watching his face, Alex unbuckled Gregor's belt and pants and unzipped his trousers. He reached inside and pulled out Gregor’s large limp cock. Taking it in his hands he began to lick the shaft, from the balls up to the head. Rolling his tongue, as he seemed to have always done, over the dome of the giant cock, he felt the familiar hardening of Gregor’s member in his hand.

 

Auntie straddled Gregor’s legs facing Alex. She lifted her dress, and Alex pulled her silk panties to the side. He licked her, burying his tongue, until she pushed him away.

"I said that I wanted more than your tongue inside of me," she said, sternly. Alex complied, moving the head of Gregor’s penis to her pussy, then licking the shaft and her pussy, as Auntie settled down into Gregor’s lap. Alex watched the huge cock disappear into Auntie’s vagina and gazed in wonder as she began to ride up and down the cock, her juices flowing, while Gregor lifted his pelvis into her in virile thrusts.

"MMmmmm," groaned Auntie, "Turn around Lexi and see what surprise Candy has for you."

Alex turned and crawled across the floor to Candy, who stood up on her knees and lifted her short skirt. He perfect, full breasts swelled, she licked her lips, and Alex looked at the bulge covered by her panties. Taking a handful of his hair, Candy drew his mouth to her crotch, and Alex began to lick her limp prick beneath the panties.

He nibbled and sucked, pulled the panties away and took the small cock in his mouth, trying to make it harden. Eventually the shaft began to come to life. He rolled his tongue over the head, nibbled in the areas he knew to be most sensitive, and was eventually rewarded by Candy’s erect penis.

Wasting little time, Candy, turned him around, lifted the vinyl skirt and using saliva moistened his ass. Then she guided her cock into his hole and slipped deep into bowels. She held him at the hips and thrust herself in and out of him, while he gazed up at Auntie, who smiled down on him from her perch atop Gregor’s monstrous cock.

Auntie came first, then Gregor, Alex felt himself begin to ooze, though he never really became hard or ejaculated, and Candy eventually came, though not in torrents. Auntie raised herself off of Gregor and beckoned to Candy to come clean her, which Candy did happily on hands and knees. She pointed to Gregor, while looking Alex in the eye and Alex, envious and resentful of Candy, crawled back between his legs and licked the mix of juices from his cock, belly, and balls.

Eventually Auntie pushed Candy away and told her to make more drinks. She straightened her skirt, but left the others to sit in varying degrees of exposure, while they sipped the drinks and chatted. The four ate together, a light meal of fish and salad. As soon as Auntie finished her meal, she rose, and said,

"Gregor, you may return to your quarters, girls you may accompany me to my room."

Candy and Alex followed Auntie to her room. She had them both strip to their lingerie and high heels, then told them to help her undress.

Candy had obviously served Auntie in this manner in the past. She took command and told Alex to draw a bath, then poured in bubbles, oils, and lit candles. Together, kneeling beside the tub in their stockings, bras, panties, and heels, they bathed Auntie, soaping her, massaging, her, and shaving her. They washed her hair and washed each toe and fingernail.

She stepped from the tub into a large towel that Candy held for her, and then both toweled her dry from head to toe. While she sat Candy dried and brushed Auntie’s hair and Alex applied lotions, and massaged her. They dressed her in a thin silk nightgown.

Auntie, then turned in the chair and smiled,

"That was lovely girls, now it’s your turn."

Candy undid her bra, kicked off her heels, and pulled down her stockings and panties. Alex followed suit, they then climbed into the bath water left over from Auntie’s bath. The tub was huge and easily accommodated them both.

Auntie watched with a warm smile on her lips while Candy and Alex soaped and bathed each other, fondling each other’s cocks and breasts, kissing and playing for as long as they felt that they could. Clean everywhere and everyway, they emerged from the bath, dried themselves and put on robes similar to Auntie’s. She then stood and left them to go to the bedroom and into bed. A bottle of champagne nestled in a bucket of ice, she poured them each a glass, pouring a vial of clear liquid into each of theirs prior to handing it to them. Alex and Candy downed their drinks.

Lying on her side, her head propped up on a hand, champagne in the other hand, Alex beside her and Candy behind him, she smiled,

"This has been a fun evening, so far, girls. Candy you can play with Lexi all you want and Lexi you can relax and enjoy yourself, I’ll just watch."

Alex felt Candy snuggle in behind him, her hand slip under his arm up his chest and cup his swelling breast. She pinched and twirled his nipples that were so sensitive, then nibbled on his neck. He felt Candy’s huge breasts as she rubbed them in his silk covered back, felt her nipples harden as his did as well.

Her hand left his breasts, drifted down his side and over his hips, she fingered his ass and stroked his balls from behind. Biting his neck she dug her fingers into balls and gathered them in her hand. Squeezing hard, then releasing, she drew her hand back to his buttocks, she parted them and rubbed him with her flaccid cock.

She turned him on his back and kissed him on the mouth, her tongue mingling with his, biting his lower lip, her hand rubbing first his ass, then his cock, his stomach and breasts.

"Lick each other’s clitorises," said Auntie.

Candy kissed her way down Alex neck, and breasts, then turning she licked and nibbled his stomach and began to lick his penis. She put hers to his mouth and Alex began to lick her. Neither sucked, they both licked, deep into each other’s bowels, over the balls and the head of each other’s penis.

Alex felt Auntie’s hand along his back, over his hips, she probed inside of him, then stroked his side, and twisted his nipples. The drugs, Candy’s tongue and Auntie’s touch sent him off into a haze of pleasure and happiness. Only vague recollections of the night stayed with him. He remembered finally getting hard and burying himself gently and slowly inside of Candy. He remembered Auntie taking him with her fingers. He remembered Candy sucking and biting on his sensitive nipples while he came.

He awoke, entwined in Candy’s arms, their breasts pressed together, hers pendulous and firm, his pubescent and sensitive. She kissed him gently, longingly as his eyes fluttered, then pulled him to her tightly.

"You’ll love this life," Candy whispered. "You’ll be one of Auntie’s girls like me. One of her pussies will train you and prepare you, help you through the surgeries. It just gets better and better."

Auntie was nowhere to be seen, but a maid came in with orange juice and coffee and they lolled in bed for an hour drinking the liquids, taking in the hormones and drugs, kissing each other, stroking, and playing. Finally they got up, showered together, then Alex went to his room to change and go to work and Candy went to rejoin her Pussy, a natural woman, who was her trainer and mentor.

Alex worked for only an hour or two, staring at the screen, and occasionally subconsciously responding to queries buried in the images that flowed across the screen. The phone rang and a woman’s voice told him to go to the gym. He wrapped up his work, feeling satisfied with the days accomplishments and went out to the yard and into the cottage.

Gregor met him at the door and took him gently by the hand into the workout area. He put him through a light workout of situps, leg lifts, toning exercises, then for a swim. He prescribed a diet that seemed filling to Alex. He was taken to the clinic and given a shot and an enema, then returned to his room for showering and dressing.

His life settled into a routine of progressively less work, more supervised workouts, visits to the clinic and the hairdresser, and evenings with Auntie and others of her choosing. Auntie told him one evening, about three weeks after he’d moved into her house, that Anne and her sister had extended their trip for an additional two weeks.

Deep inside of him the name Anne registered, she was his wife, or lover, or sister, and her return was what he was Auntie’s awaiting, but the reaction was softened, muffled by the layers of Lexi, hormones, and drugs that were piled high within him.

After more than a month, he was familiar with most of the other’s on the property, he was comfortable in his routine, and was thoroughly enjoying his body. Everyone was a possession of Auntie; she kept women for breeding, for toys, made women from men, enhanced men as studs, raised or trained men, women, and those in between for staff and support. Each was happy with their position and each was loyal to Auntie. She was young, she was old, she was ageless. Her body was perfect, her desires insatiable. She was everyone’s Goddess.

Everything Alex did was to improve his mind and body for Auntie’s future use. His hips had filled out, his skin was soft, his stomach was flat, and his breasts, still small were evident. His hair was long and wavy, his lips were full, following injections. The doctor was preparing him for breast implant and a bit of facial surgery. He no longer shaved his face. When he came it was never from a hardened member, in fact he already thought of his penis as his clitoris.

It was a month after his arrival at the house, as he left the office for his workout, that Auntie stepped from her room, to say,

"Anne will be back tonight, Lexi." She smiled and turned, closing the door.

Beneath the fog of drugs and hormones, the personality of Lexi that he so enjoyed, Alex bubbled and gurgled a bit at the thought of seeing Anne again. He could only recall her features vaguely.

He went through the day, then was bathed and dressed in the cottage, in impossibly high heels, a white lace bodysuit with holes for his ass, genitals, and breasts, and a short pink skirt. Then, his hair piled high, his makeup applied with a paintbrush, he walked seductively into the house and into the living room.

Auntie sat in a large chair with Candy and another of Auntie’s girls on their knees at her feet. Anne and her sister sat close to each other holding hands on one couch and across the coffee table in a matching couch sat two of the men. All eyes turned to Alex as he entered.

"Hello, lover," said Anne, smiling. "Auntie has done such a wonderful job with you, hasn’t she?" Alex nodded and smiled at Auntie. He barely remembered Anne, but his wonder that she would be interested in him now, rekindled his memory of similar questions from before. She was exquisite, she was perfect, and she was beautiful.

A maid handed him a glass of champagne and, as always, they all toasted Auntie. She smiled and nodded to the floor, while glancing at Alex. He slipped quietly to his knees.

He looked at Anne, trying to remember clearly his connection to her. He was so deep into being Lexi, that she was his wife and he her husband, was unfathomable. Then, he looked at her sister, and realized that the sister was one of Auntie’s girls. Though at times it was difficult to tell, he could see the telltale signs that she was not a natural woman.

They all drank and chatted, Anne mostly with Auntie. All the while Auntie absently stroked Candy and the other girl, while Anne ran her fingers inside of her sisters’ thigh and through her hair.

Almost as an aside, Auntie looked at Alex and said, "Lexi, prepare these boys for Anne and her girl." She then continued her conversation.

Obediently Alex crawled to the couch across from Anne and between the legs of Thomas. He liked him; he was gentle and kind with Alex. He was too large for Alex to take, but Alex, or Lexi really, looked forward to the day the he was ready to climb atop Thomas. They smiled at each other and Thomas stroked his cheek, helped him unbuckle his belt and trouser, and pull down his pants. The Alex took Thomas, who was already hard in his hand and closed his mouth over the massive head. He licked and sucked and nibbled, all the while looking Thomas in the eyes and flirting with him.

Anne, standing one side of him, and running her fingers through his hair, interrupted his reverie.

"You are quite a little slut, Lexi," she said. She pulled him off of Thomas by the hair, and then he watched as Anne holding her sister’s hand guided the other down onto Thomas’ huge red prick.

She nudged Alex with her knee, and softly said, " Prepare the other boy for me, darling."

He crawled between the legs of the other, Henry, and pulled the massive dick out of the trousers, sucking it, licking it, making it stand as proud as Thomas’s, and then sat back on his haunches and watched as Anne settled her perfect pussy down on the head of the throbbing member.

Auntie now stood beside him, her fingers playing with his hair,

"Lexi, aren’t they beautiful, side by side riding those big studs?" she said. "This is Gabriel’s last day with Anne. She’ll be her own girl from now on. You’ll be Anne’s girl starting tomorrow. She chose you. After several years of being the lure, she asked if she could bring you in and train you herself. Isn’t that sweet?"

Lexi nodded and understood. He was to be Anne’s again, though her play toy and pupil, not husband. He understood why she was interested in him, not for who he was, but for who she could make him. And, he was happy and fulfilled and looking forward to a whole new adventure. He gazed in wonder and pleasure at the two of them riding up and down on the huge lollipops he’d licked to life.

 

 

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