My Aunt Teaches me – Chapter 4 – The Party by Barry

My Aunt Teaches me – Chapter 4 – The Party by Barry

For those who have not read Parts 1 – 3, I am a young boy, adopted by his Aunt and Companion, who now is used by then and two wet-nurses as their sex toy. Now read on . .

On this particular morning, Maria wandered into the bedroom just as my aunt had straddled me for a ‘morning ride’. I was plugged into Sandra’s breast, drawing off large quantities of warm milk, as Maria came to stand over me. I looked straight up the length of her dark thighs into her cunt. The pink slash of her inner lips were clearly visible amongst the thick thatch of dark hair and the pouting outer lips seemed to smile down at me.

“My, My,” she murmured. “Sue, you, Peter and I have been invited to a party by Tara who you will recall you once had a phone call from. The invite says: ‘A Mistress and Slave Party. Mistresses to be dressed outrageously, Slaves as their Mistress desires’. The party is in a week’s time”

My aunt was busy riding my cock, with her powerful cunt muscles clenching the length of my cock as she slid up and down on me. Even so, what Maria had said went home, for she suddenly stopped, sitting down heavily on me, so that the head of my cock clipped into the neck of her womb. I gasped at the sensation, so that Sandra’s milk squirted from her nipples all over my face. Some of the milk sprayed onto Maria’s thighs. As it was Sandra merely cradled me more closely into her breast, squeezing the body of the breast to expel extra swabs of milk.

“Fantastic!” my aunt replied. “Wait until I have had my fill of this beautiful cock and then we will plan what we are to wear”. With that she threw herself wholeheartedly into riding me to a climax and only started to calm, when she felt the hot sperm froth and bubble its way up into her tubes. After the exertion I lay panting with Sandra’s heavy breast leaking milk all over me and once my breathing had returned to normal, I was re-plugged into the tit and forced to drink once more.

As the days progressed, so my aunt’s and Maria’s excitement grew at the thought of the party. After much discussion, my aunt decided to wear a thin see-through blouse, which cut away at the waist leaving much of her midriff exposed. Her tits could be clearly seen through the thin material, with her dark aureoles easy to pick out and her protruding nipples peeking through the weave of the material. Her skirt was so short that it only just covered her bush and when she walked, so the dark flesh of her top thighs was clearly visible and wispy hair could be seen brushing against the material of the skirt. She wore black fishnet tights with bright red high-heeled shoes, which enhanced her height. Her hair was piled high on her head and she was fully made up, with dark eye shadow and bright red lipstick. The whole effect was as usual for my aunt – mutton dressed as lamb, for she never sopped trying to seduce younger men.

Maria’s outfit was different, but just as outrageous. She had decided to leave her magnificent breasts exposed, and her top was a simple leather halter, with thin leather straps, which encircled her breasts, pushing them out in a lewd and sexy fashion. The straps continued around her waist, so giving the effect of straps around her torso. She wore a short white leather skirt, with a slit up one side, which accentuated her dark skin. She wore no tights, but high-heeled boots, which came up to just above the knee. The effect was of an Amazon warrior, and of course I, as the slave was to be tied to her all the time. Her face was beautifully made up too, with bright red lipstick showing off her full lips and her dark features. She also had made up her breasts, with her dark nipples coloured with pink lipstick and her wide aureoles smeared with a lightening cream.

My outfit was quite simple. My head was encased in a soft leather hood, with holes cut for the eyes, nostrils and mouth. This came down to my neck and my top was covered in a shorty fur coat. My hands were free and the rest of my body was naked. A thin collar was clipped tightly around the base of my cock and under my balls, having the effect of pushing out my genitals from my body. A chain hung down from the top of the collar and the other end of this chain was attached to Maria’s wrist.

On the evening of the party, we all paraded in front of Sandra and Sharji and I wished I had been chained to Sharji instead of Maria. She appraised me coolly, before wrapping me in a warm embrace and kissing me deeply, with her small pink tongue probing down my throat. I could feel the damp of her breasts pushing against my chest, as she hugged me. Sandra contented herself by inserting a nipple into my mouth for one last suck, whilst she massaged the head of my cock with the bottom of my fur coat. Before we left, to hide my nude lower half, another full length fur coat was slipped over me, both females donned capes and we were off.

The drive took about 20 minutes and we were all silent with our own thoughts for the duration. Soon we were turning off the main road, into Tara’s drive. The long drive was lit by flares and we joined a queue of cars heading for the party. I was surprised at the number, for I had no idea that the Mistress clan was so popular. The drive looped around in front of the house and there was ample parking for all. We got out and mounted the huge steps to the front of the house. There we joined another queue for we were all to be greeted by Tara personally. As we neared the front of the queue, so I got my first glimpse of our hostess. She was tall and slender, with porcelain features and long blond hair. Her long silk dress was a masterpiece. The silk flowed down off her shoulders, just covering her breasts, but leaving the whole of her front naked. Her blond pubic hair had been trimmed into the shape of a heart, and her legs were quite naked, with the light blue silk swirling around them. The effect was completed by matching light blue high-heeled shoes. It was however her hair that crowned her. A mass of blond hair was piled high on her head, but then a glorious swirl came down off her shoulder and ran between her breasts. This long stand of hair ended by being inserted deep into her cunt lips, so that the effect was off the hair disappearing inside her. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she saw us.

“Sue, Maria – how lovely to see you. So this is Peter!! I look forward to getting to know him later”. While she had been greeting us, my aunt had opened the front of my long fur coat, so that my cock and balls were exposed. Tara eased up to me and gazed deep into my eyes, which of course were half hidden by my hood. Her hand reached down and cupped my balls.

“Mmmm nice and full,” she murmured. I was struck by the deep blueness of her eyes, the white porcelain texture of her skin and the musk of her heavy perfume as she moved close to me. My cock bobbed, hard and stiff from being rubbed against the fur and I think she was pleased at my reaction to her.

But there was no lingering, as there were others behind us and we moved on into great hallway. It seemed that there were hundreds of people moving around, but my aunt and Maria moved towards the cloakroom to get rid of the coats. Having shed our heavy coats, we moved back into the hall and then on into the ballroom. I was appalled at the idea of entering a crowded room with my genitals exposed for all to see, but Maria kept a firm hold on he chain and pulled me forward into the room with her and my aunt.

The spectacle that met my eyes was incredible. The huge room was full of folk, nearly all females, all talking in groups and circulating amongst each other. It was clear that most were Mistresses in one form or another, and I also noticed that like me there were some slaves chained to their Mistresses. The Mistresses themselves each vied to outdo one another with their costumes. One large middle-aged woman, who spoke briefly to my aunt wore only an open leather coat with long high heeled boots. Her breasts hung down loose, but pride of place was taken by a huge wooden dildo inserted into her cunt. The dildo extended up to her waist, where it turned into a large horse’s head. The reins from the horse’s mouth were tied around the woman’s back, so holding it in place. However the majority of the pressure and weight were taken by the length of wood inserted into her. She had shaved her pubic hair completely and it was easy to see that her cunt lips were greatly extended by the pressure from the wood. However she made a point of showing how powerful her cunt muscles were, by expelling a length of wood, only to suck it back into her, using the suction from her cunt only. The weight of the horse’s head seemed as nothing to the power of her muscles. Many other Mistresses had objects attached to their cunts, with bottles, dildos and candles being the favourites. Breasts too were nearly always exposed in one form or another. Many Mistresses had metal rings pierced through their nipples and some had jewelry attached to both cunt lips and nipples. But it was clear that there were many more Mistresses than slaves, for there seemed to be a group of females surrounding each slave. Drinks and eats were served by semi naked girls, carrying trays. These girls were easily identified by the special jewelry attached to them. Each had two sparkling ear rings attached to their outer cunt lips, which swung and shone as they moved. Their standard uniform was a pair of crotchless hot pants, and a silk blouse with holes cut to allow their breasts to be exposed. Most smiled lewdly at the slaves and they frequently brushed hard against the front of a slave, so feeling up his cock as they moved by. As the girls circulated, I noticed that the Mistresses took alcoholic drinks, but that the slaves were all handed glasses of a thin white liquid. When I took the first sip of mine, it did not surprise me to learn that it was expressed breast milk. Around the edge of the room were seated a series of female slaves. Each was bound to a chair, with their hands tied firmly to the arms of the seat and their mouths gagged, so that they could utter no sound. Many had clear plastic breasts pumps attached to their breasts, these pumps in turn being plugged into the mains. A soft humming could be heard as the pumps extracted milk from these girls, which ran down into jugs, which the girl servants then took to re-fill the slave’s glasses. Most of the female slaves also had vibrators strapped into their cunts, which were also plugged into the mains. The vibrators could be switched on by any passer by, for each had an on/off switches mounted above their head’s. I saw a group of females move to a series of switches and put them on. In no time the bound females were bucking and groaning as climaxes swept through them, brought on by the incessant buzzing of the vibrators. I saw drips of cunt juice fall to the floor beneath several females as they climaxed again and again. The Mistresses seemed to enjoy this aspect, as several inserted their fingers into the female’s cunts alongside the vibrators, wriggling them around to increase the pleasure and them pulling them out to suck the juice off them. I also saw one male slave forced onto his knees and made to suck the cunt of a climaxing female, his Mistress forcing him to drink down her flowing juices.

My aunt and Maria were greeting many of their friends, and at first no one seemed to be taking much notice of me and I tried surreptitiously to cover my cock with the heavy fur arms of my coat. I also took the opportunity to look around at the other slaves in the room. One in particular caught my attention. He was a small boy attached to a huge African female, who had him on a short chain around his neck but was taking no notice of him at all. The poor lad looked quite grotesque, for he had body piercings in every area of his body. His eyebrows, nose, lips and ears were a mass of metal rings. His tongue had three studs protruding from it; he had rings through each nipple and a series of rings through his foreskin. Many rings were joined by thin metal chains, so that when he moved, he clanked and jangled. I could see a heavy metal ring around the base of his cock, which also encircled his balls, so that his genitals stood out as if to attention. His hands were cuffed behind his back and he leg irons around his ankles so that if asked to move he could only shuffle behind his Mistress. His Mistress was deep in conversation with a group of other females, but there was one young girl who had attached herself to his cock. She was sucking so violently that her cheeks were sucked inwards with the vacuuming motion. The young slave was trying to move away from her, as he, like me had been warned that sperming was simply not allowed. But as the girl’s mouth moved off his cock, so it stood out bright red and heavily veined and it was clear to me that he was nearing a climax. I saw him beg his Mistress to intervene, only to be brushed aside as she continued with her conversation. The girl attacked his cock once more and then the poor lad was shooting. The girl moved away from him, but continued to milk his cock as thick gobs of sperm shot from his livid cock and splattered onto the floor. The lad’s Mistress was furious and yanked his collar hard, so that the boy was bending over her knee. She then proceeded to give him a thorough spanking, from which he emerged red and thoroughly embarrassed. Tara had appeared all cool and sophisticated and arranged for two of her maids to clear up the sperm.

The boy’s sperming seemed to break the ice of the party, for suddenly there were slaves being attacked by females everywhere you looked. Cocks were dragged out of restraints and hundreds of hands seemed to come from nowhere to start milking them to a climax. It was at this time that a group of girls attached themselves to me. Maria smiled easily as one of the girls, all of whom must have been in their twenties started to suck my cock voraciously. Maria brought out a small pair of handcuffs and secured my hands behind my back, so that I could do little to stop the group from fondling my genitals.

But as quickly as they had started, so the group of girls lost interest and suddenly my cock was bobbing free, albeit wet and shiny from a good sucking, but I had avoided being spermed. I looked around and caught the eyes of a slave who must have been about my age. He was chained to what appeared to be twins, for the two Mistresses were identical in every way. He smiled at me and then received a sharp slap on his bottom from one of the twins for his pains. But the link had been made and every so often our eyes would meet and we would exchange glances.

It was shortly after this that my aunt came back to us hand in hand with the tiny Chinese girl I had met at the Campbells. My aunt went to Maria:

“This is Li and you remember her from the Campbell’s lunch party. Isn’t she sweet?”

I remembered Li, who was so tiny that she only came up to my chest. She was wearing what appeared to be only a length of chiffon, for her body was easily visible beneath the material. She had tiny pert breasts, a pencil waist and thick black hair that hung down to her knees. She gazed up at me with clear dark eyes.

“Hullo Darlin’” she cooed. “You remember me? Would you like to make love to li’’le Li again?” I was appalled at the way everything in the room seemed to revolve around sex, but I knew better than to disagree. By this time Li had my cock in her hand and was turning it this way and that. Her long fingernails were caressing the underside of my sack and I could feel the sperm rising inside me. I wriggled to move away but Li came with me. She reached up to put her arms around my neck and Maria immediately pushed me down so that my face was inches from Li’s. Her arms wound round me and her mouth came down fully on mine. Her tiny tongue invaded my mouth as she kissed me in the sexiest manner possible. Her long hair fell over my head and I was swamped by her gentle perfume. She managed to insert herself into my arms and wriggled into me in the most incredible fashion. While all this was going on I was dimly aware of cries from other slaves who were being spermed by members of the party only then to be punished by their Mistresses for not exercising proper control. Li still had a firm grip on my cock, but she was so busy kissing and fondling my body that at least I was not in any immediate danger of sperming. Li came off me and I noticed that she was extremely flushed. During our embrace she had managed to get one of my hands into her bush and I pushed two fingers up into her slippery little cunt. “I’m not going to sperm you now Darlin’” she breathed. I saw her whispering to Maria, who nodded her head eagerly. I knew then that before the week was out I would be once again pumping my sperm into that hot little Chinese box.

As I looked around so I noticed my aunt deep in conversation with another Mistress. She was a large blousy looking matron, with a big heavy bosom and thick legs. She must have had a pretty face when she was young, for I guessed she was now nearing fifty. She wore what looked like a normal dress, except that holes had been cut in the front and her big fat nipples protruded for all to see. Otherwise she was conventionally dressed, but she had a chain attached to her wrist, the other end of which was attached to a collar around her slave’s neck. But her slave took my breath away, for unlike almost everyone else, her slave was a young girl. Fiona, as I learned she was called, wore only the collar to which the chain was attached and a thin silky G string. The G string had a thick leather belt, but the strip of material that passed between her legs was quite transparent so that her blond pubic hair was clearly visible. As I glanced at the area between her legs, I noticed a black knob clearly visible between her les. As I looked closer, so it was apparent that Fiona had a huge black dildo pushed up her cunt. Her lips strained to accommodate the mass of ebony plastic that was invading her womanhood and she walked stiffly, for movement when she was stuffed so full was difficult. My aunt was obviously making some arrangement to meet with Fiona’s Mistress, but at that moment, Tara moved into the centre of the ballroom clapping her hands and asking for silence.

“Mistresses,” she announced. “I am delighted to see so many of you here tonight and a special thank you to those who have brought along young slaves. Before we get too involved with enjoying ourselves, I hope you will bear with me and indulge me a little. For our entertainment I thought it would be fun if we asked all the slaves present to give us a sperming competition. The rules are quite easy. All the slaves line up here on the stage with their Mistresses and in turn each is brought to a climax. The winner is the one who can shoot his sperm the furthest. You will see I have marked the floor here appropriately and my maids will be on hand to clear up. So can we start by having all the slaves up on the stage and will the Mistresses come round to me, so that we can draw as to who goes first.”

There then followed much clicking as slaves were unhooked from their Mistresses and sent up onto the stage. We gathered together as a sorry bunch, for we were all owned by sex-starved Mistresses and each had his own tale to tell. I moved straight over to the slave who I had contact with earlier during the evening.

“Him I’m Peter,” I said.

“I’m Mark,” he replied. How are you getting on?”

“Not too bad,” I said. “I live with my aunt, her black friend and two wet-nurses, so it could be worse.”

“Wow!” came the reply. “I thought I had it bad, but at least I only have the twins to service. Mind you I never seem to have enough sperm to satisfy them – how about you?”

“Not really,” I replied. “My problem is trying to satisfy them all. They don’t always want sperm, but I am always having to lick someone out, whilst another is riding me.”

At that moment we were joined by the pierced slave who I had witnessed being spermed earlier.

“I’m Jo,” he murmured. “I don’t know about you, but I am totally exhausted. My Mistress got so excited that she rode me to a climax only minutes before leaving. Then that little bitch insisted on sucking me off, so I don’t think I will be producing much more than steam for this competition.”

Mark nodded. “I had a little minx who covered me with hand cream and made me shoot my load into the mouth of her friend. So my balls are pretty dry. Mind you, I have been warned what will happen to me if I don’t do well and I will try and avoid that with all my resources. The twins have recently invested in a milking machine and they have threatened to attach me to it and then leave me to fill the bottle. It will most likely kill me first.”

Before I could answer, we became aware that our Mistresses were joining us and we were being lined up. Maria, looking quite gorgeous led me over to the end position.

“You are on last, darling,” she murmured. “That is excellent, for we will know exactly what we are up against. Tell me have you been spermed this evening since you arrived at the party?”