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Erotic Fiction Edition Eleven - "A Weekend With Aunt Julie""
🕑 Added 2024-08-16 12:00:07 +0000 UTC
A Weekend With Aunt Julie
Julie wasn't a real aunt, more a friend of the family, although I've always called her Aunt Julie. She's a bit older than mum, probably late forties, a large cuddly woman, she always used to make a fuss of me when I was younger, giving me sweet and things like that. She and her husband Gerald used to live just down the road from us, and I got to know her about six years ago when mum started to work for them. They owned a chemist shop on the high street, and mum worked on the cosmetics counter, that was until about a year ago, when they won some money on the lottery, and they sold their business and moved to Bristol.
It was about six months ago that mum told me Julie and Gerald had separated. Apparently, it was quite amicable, although unexpected. They split the money they'd won and Gerald had moved away to somewhere in Scotland. Aunt Julie had been a bit upset, and Mum had gone to stay with her for a weekend after it'd happened.
At the beginning of April my company book me on a weeks-training course in Bristol, and I realize that the hotel I'm in is just around the corner from Julie's, and mum suggests I should go and see her one evening while I'm there.
I ring her on the Tuesday from my hotel, she's so happy to hear from me, and pleased that things are going well. Since I last saw her, I've left school and started a new job. I tell her that I'm in Bristol, and we agree that I should visit her on Friday night on my way home.
She suggests I could stay-over Friday Night if I wanted, it would be company for her, especially as we haven't seen each other for so long, I say it depends on how tired I am after the course, and we'll see.
I know that it will be Julie's birthday on Sunday, hers and mine are only a few days apart, I was 18 last week.
On Thursday the training course finishes a little early and I go into town to buy Julie a birthday card, I think I should really buy a present, but haven't got any idea what to get. Then as I'm looking in shop windows for inspiration, I notice a dress shop selling brightly colored scarves. I remember Julie often wore scarves, and I choose I lovely large red and green silk headscarf, the assistant asks if it a present, and when I say yes, she wraps it in a box with a bow ribbon.
I arrive at Julie's just before five, she lets me in and we go into the lounge. I give her the card and present, she asks if she can open them now and I say that's fine. She unwraps the box and takes out the scarf.
She's wearing a white cotton blouse, and she drapes the scarf around her neck, tying a large knot at the front, and walks over to a mirror to look at herself. She's delighted with it, thinks it beautiful, and can't thank me enough, and comes and hugs and kisses me.
We sit and chat for a few minutes, I ask how she's getting on, and she says she's well, a bit lonely, coming to terms with what's happened, financially she's secure, but finding it difficult to make new friends, and thinking of moving back to Manchester.
I tell her about my new job, and how I hoping to leave home soon and move into my own flat. She asks if I have a girl friend yet and I say no. She comments on the fact that she can't remember me ever having a girl friend.
'You should have lots of girlfriends by now, you're a very smart attractive young man".
I feel myself blush, embarrassed. I've always found myself somehow uneasy around girls, a bit of a loner. I answer the question, by saying I'm just shy and maybe one day when the right person comes along...
She stares at me for a few moments, giving me a quizzical look. Then she comments that she didn't get me a present for my birthday, and she'll have to do something special for me... something really special.
She asks if I've decided to stay the night or not.
I thank her, but decline, saying I'd like to leave later tonight.
She goes into the kitchen, a couple of minutes later she comes back and sets up a small table in front of the sofa, on which she puts tea and biscuits, it's a large three-seater, Julie's sitting at the far end, she pats the cushion next to her and she motions for me to sit closer to her.
'No need to be shy with me Victor'.
As I sit down, she reaches across and takes my hand, holding it gently.
'Would you give me an honest answer if I asked you a personal question?'
'Yes'.
'Do you like me'.
'Of course'.
'I mean do you think I'm still attractive?'
I'm surprised by the question - unsure of what to say - 'Yes'.
'That's nice, I know I'm not as young as I used to be, a bit overweight but some men like older women - what about you?'
Before I can answer she moves closer to me on the sofa, putting her hand on my knee. 'What do you like most about me'.
I suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with the conversation, 'I don't know'.
She starts to move her hand up my leg, over my thigh.
'Do you like my breast? I've always thought that they were too large, Gerald used to say they looked like a couple of over ripe melons, of course there not as firm as they once were, would you like to feel them?
She takes hold of my other hand, I start to pull away, 'Come here I'm not going to bite you', with that she takes my hand and puts it against her chest.
This is suddenly getting very weird; I pull my hand away and quickly get off the sofa.
'You don't need to be shy with me Victor, I'll show you what to do'.
For a moment I don't understand what she's saying, whether it's my inexperience or naivety I don't know... but then I suddenly realize what she means.
'Uh...sorry..., no ...really I must be going', I move towards the lounge door.
'Victor please, I just thought we could just have some fun. I know it's your first time, you've no need to be embarrassed about it with me, I'll help you...you'd like it, I promise... look I'm sorry, please stay'.
'No...no, I think it would be best if we just forgot what happened and I leave now'.
'Victor please, come back and sit down'.
'No, that's fine really'.
For a moment she says nothing.
'Okay, if that's what you want, but before you go, I need to give you your Birthday present', with that she stands and walks past me and goes upstairs.
I'm trying to call after her, to say she doesn't have to give me anything, I stand at the bottom of the stairs.
'Aunt Julie', no response. I walk up a few steps and call again.
'Aunt Julie'.
'Aunt Julie'.
'I'm in here'
She's calling from a bedroom, I think about just turning, going down stairs, but that would be rude.
As I enter the bedroom Julie's taking something out of a drawer.
She comes towards me, 'Close your eyes and turn around'.
'What!'.
Julie's smiling, laughing, 'I want to give you your Birthday Present, now close your eyes and turn around', she takes hold of my shoulder and gently pushes me around.
'Eyes closed...now put your hands behind your back'.
I start to nod my head, but Julie's already taken hold of my arms and pulls them behind my back.
For some reason I don't resist her, don't suspect anything. Maybe it's the casual way she asks, or maybe I'm just want to get this over with, but before I realize what's happening, I feel something cold, sharp against my wrists. Too late I try to pull my hands apart and hear a metallic click, looking over my shoulder I realize that she's handcuffed me.
'What are you doing!'
Julie ignores me and walks over and firmly closes the bedroom door.
'I don't think you'll be leaving quite yet!'
I try to pull my hands apart, but the handcuffs scrape down the side of my wrists.
'I wouldn't waste your time, they're solid steel, and the only way out is if I decide to unlock them, now why don't you come and sit down here on the bed and I'll give you your birthday present'.
She moves towards me holding out her hand, 'Come on'.
I don't know what to do, I back away from her, kicking out with my right leg, a wide sweeping arc well in front of her, just as a warning for her not to come any closer.
'Now come on, there's nothing you can do, I promise I'll be gentle, you'll enjoy it'.
'No...please just let me go'.
She starts to approach again.
Frantically I look around the room, has she gone completely mad.
'I'll scream... really, I mean it, release me now, I'll go and we'll forget all about this'.
For a moment she stops, 'Don't be silly Victor, this is every boys fantasy, we can do whatever you want, no-one will ever know, it'll be our secret'.
'I'm going to count to ten, if you haven't released me by then I'll start screaming, one - two - three'
'All right, all right, if you're sure that's what you want?'
'Yes, I just want to go'.
'Okay, come and sit over here while I get the key'.
There's a dressing table by the window, with a high-backed chair, which Julie pulls out.
I'm wary of her and don't move.
If you want me to release you, you'll have to come here.
Cautiously I let Julie guide me to the chair, as I sit, she positions my arms over the back of the chair.
'Good'.
I watch her in the mirror, instead of getting the key she's untying the scarf from around her neck. 'You know I just wanted to thank you for buying me such a lovely present'.
'Aunt Julie, unlock the handcuffs, please'.
'Sssssshhhhh...Such a useful, versatile present'
She takes one corner of the scarf and lets it fall open. Ignoring my pleas, I watch her as she ties a large knot in the middle of the scarf and raises it above my head. Then in one sudden movement she pushed her knees into my arms, pinning them to the chair and brings the scarf down, I try to call out, but as I do, she forces the knot into my mouth. I try to twist my head, but she uses to scarf to pull me back, before tying it tightly into position, gagging me.
'MMMMMMmmmmmm'.
I force myself up out of the chair, half-stumbling I push past her but there's nowhere to go. I try to push the gag out of my mouth with my tongue but it's tied far too tight, I call out through the scarf gag but can only manage is an incoherent mumble.
'hhheeppp'
'Now then, where were we, oh yes I was going to give you your birthday present', again she moves towards me, and again I kick out, trying to shout through the gag.
'nnnnoooooooo'.
'Now we can either do this the easy way or the hard way it's up to you', she moves towards me and again I kick out.
'Okay, the hard way', wait there', with that she leaves the room.
Wait there! what the hell is she going to do now?
I look around the room, the bedroom door slightly open and I think about following her, maybe I can get downstairs, but I don't know where she's gone, and anyhow what could I do once I'm out of the bedroom. I couldn't open the front door with my hands cuffed behind my back, the phone is downstairs in the lounge, but gagged what use is that. I look at the window, the curtains are drawn, maybe in the movies people jump through bedroom windows but it doesn't seem a good idea in real life.
Before I have a chance to do anything, she's coming back closing the door behind her.
She's carrying a small brown bottle, 'I was going to throw this out, never thought I'd use it again.'
I just stand and watch as she opens one of the drawers and takes out a white cotton handkerchief, which she shakes open and folds it into a loose pad. Taking the bottle, she unscrews the top, and holding the handkerchief over the mouth she inverts it for a few seconds, letting the liquid soak into the pad.
Carefully she replaces the cap and puts the bottle on the dresser.
'Don't worry this isn't going to hurt you, I'm just going to chloroform you, put you to sleep for a few minutes, and when you wake up I'll have you nice and tightly tied up, and then we can have some fun. Gerald and I used to use it on each other occasionally. We used to have a fairly wild sex life at one time, that's where the handcuff come from, and owning a chemist shop meant we could get whatever we wanted. The only drawback with chloroform is I'm afraid it doesn't smell very nice'.
'Nnnnnnnnooooo'
She moves towards me, the chloroform pad in her right hand. I'm shaking my head, screaming through the gag at her to stop, but she's ignores me. I back away from her into the corner of the room, as she moves closer, I kick out, and she backs away a little.
She moves in again, I kick out, but her movement was a feint and now she's behind me. She grabs me around the waist with her left arm, simultaneously forcing the chloroform pad to my face, I manage to twist away, breaking free, but off balance I stumble falling onto the bed. Suddenly she's on top of me, for a few moments we struggle, a mass of bodies, twisting writhing, but with my arms handcuffed I'm helpless. Before I can do anything, I'm on my back, my arms pinned behind me, the steel handcuff biting into my wrists, she's laying astride me her body weight pinning me to the bed. Now totally in control, her left hand grips my chin, stopping me from turning my head, her right slowly covering my nose with the chloroform-soaked pad.
Again I scream into the gag.
'Nnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooo.
Desperately I need to breathe, I'm turning my head violently from side to side, trying to break Julie's grip, but it's no good. The scarf gag in my mouth forcing me to breathe through my nose, as I do I'm suddenly hit by the rich overpowering sickly sweet smell of the powerful anesthetic.
'That's a good boy - nice deep breaths'.
I'm still struggling, and I try to kick out and twist my body, but Julie's full weight is on my chest and I can't move. I breathe again and again, all the time twisting and turning my head as I do, but Julie keeps the chloroform pad to my nose.
'Just a few more breaths'.
I breathe again, now aware of a dull throbbing, pounding in my ears.
I'm screaming into the gag, 'nnnoooooooo' but Julie's just smiling.
'Ssshhhhh'.
'You should be feeling a little woozy by now, another couple of breaths and it'll be all over, then the fun will start'.
I take another breath, then another. The pounding in my ears building rapidly, like a two-tone siren, getting closer and louder with each breath. I know the anaesthetic is taking effect, if I don't break free soon it'll be too late. With my remaining strength I try to buck Julie off my chest and role over, but it's useless.
I lay there exhausted, my head pounding I can resist no longer. As I take another breath the last thing I remember is looking up into Julie's face.
The ringing in my ears fading rapidly.
Somewhere off in the distance I hear a woman's voice, but I can't make out what she's saying.
I try to roll over to get more comfortable but for some reason my body won't respond, for a moment I just lay with my eyes closed.
The voice becoming clearer, straining I try to listen.
'Yes I know, hasn't he grown'.
Pause
'That's right'
I try to open my eyes, but the room seems to be too bright, it's difficult to focus, my eyes stinging, wanting to shut, I blink to try to keep them open.
Suddenly I feel a hand brush my cheek, I turn, looking up I see Julie sitting over me.
'Oh I'm sure we can find plenty to do, and I'll take good care of him'.
I suddenly remember what happened, Julie, the chloroform. Trying to sit up, my body's jolted, a wave of nausea sending me falling backwards.
'Oh it's no bother, it's nice to have the company'.
Desperately trying to clear my head, forcing my eyes open, trying to sit up, to speak.
'MMMMMmmmmmm'.
'MMMmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm'.
Julie looking down at me, smiling, running her fingers through my hair.
'I'm sure he'll have a great time, and he'll be back on Sunday'.
'NNNnnnnoooooooo'.
I try to move my arms, but now can feel some form of restraint, turning my head slightly I can see what looks to be a scarf tied around my wrist and secured to the bedpost. Trying to sit up on my elbows, a wave of panic knots my stomach, looking down the length of my body, not only can I see scarves securing my ankles, but I'm totally naked.
'HHHHhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllppp'.
'That's fine, you take care, and we'll have to get together again soon'
'MMMMMMMmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm'
'Bye'.
Putting down the phone, Julie leans over me.
'Did you have a nice nap?'
I pull at the scarves around my wrists, kick out at those around my ankles, only to feel a jolt as the silken restrains bite into my skin. After a few seconds struggling I fall back onto the bed.
'MMMMMMMmmmmmmm'
'Just lay still for a few moments until the effects of the chloroform have all passed'.
'MMMM'
'I don't know what you heard, but that was your mum I was speaking to, I told her you'd decided to stay for a couple of days, so she's not expecting you back until Sunday night, so we've got all weekend together'.
'MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmm'.
I'm no longer gagged with the scarf, but there's some sort of sticky tape over my mouth.
'MMMMM'
'NNooo'
'Now don't be silly Victor, you're going to enjoy this - what shall we do first'.
'MMPPHH'.
'MMMMmm'.
'Thinking about it... as you're a virgin, it's probably best if we don't start with full sex, not straight away, you may get too excited, cum too quickly and that might be disappointing.'
'UUUUuuuummmmmpph'.
'No, to start with maybe I'll just wank you off, make you cum, then you can have a little rest, and we'll do something more interesting, would you like that?'
'NNNnnnnooooooooooooooooo'.
'Oh, don't worry, you're young, and fit, you should be able to cum all night... or should I say... I should be able to make you cum all night!!'
The effects of the chloroform now passed, my head no longer pounding. Turning looking at my wrists I see they're both secured to the bedposts with long scarves. I try to wriggle up the bed, to get some slack, to try to reach the knots with my fingers, but Julie's got me tied tightly, spread-eagled and I can't move.
'MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm'.
'You just be a good boy and let me take care of you!'
'MMmm'.
'You'll love this!'
Julie starts to climb onto the bed, I try to pull away, but I'm totally helpless.
'Now now, is that any way to treat me, after all the trouble I've gone to, getting you ready, undressing you, tying you up, don't you want your birthday present.
'MMMMMMmmmmm'
Eventually she settles sitting between my legs. Leaning forward, she takes my cock in her right hand, her fingers around the shaft, her thumb starting a gentle rubbing motion over its head.
Her touch sends shivers down my spine, I've wanked myself tons of times, but it's never, ever, felt like this.
'Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you - I've done this lots of times before - you'll love it'.
All the time I'm struggling, pulling at the scarves around my wrists and ankles, screaming into the gag, but knowing I'm totally at her mercy, and as I struggle, she continues to slowly masturbate me. Her fingers playing up and down my shaft, my cock starting to respond, I can feel it swelling...growing in her fingers... getting hard and harder.
'You see, you do like it'.
'MMMMMmmmmm'.
She leans across the bed and takes the scarf I bought her from the bedside cabinet.
She shakes it open into in a large pad and starts to play it over my cock.
'I bet that feels nice doesn't it?'
'nnnnnnn'.
'What about this?'
Lifting my cock slightly, she rubs the silky scarf around my balls.
I'm quickly getting too excited.
Trying to get free, fighting her, I start twisting pulling at the scarves around my wrists, turning my body, trying to free my ankles.
'UUUUuuuummmmmm'.
'UUUgggggh'
'UUUUUUummmmm'.
'SSSSSSSHhhhhhhhhhh... just lay still, there's nothing you can do, just relax, enjoy it'.
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kyle s
One of my favorite stories!
