Attitude Adjustments from Aunt Joan pt4. - Jenny's turn to ride.
By gregnick1@hotmail.com
Jenny defeats Josh, allowing protege and teacher the chance to rub his nose in it.



"Hey guys, come out here," Yelled Joan from the kitchen. It was now 5:30 and
Joan had spent the day teaching her niece what she could about the basics of
grappling. It was a crash course, but it was all they had time for. Luckily
her niece, Jenny, had been a quick learner. The plan was set in motion, and it
was time for Jenny to put what she learned to good practice, mainly the
practice of turning the tides on Josh. The two rival step-sibblings of them
emerged form their respective rooms.

"I'm gonna catch a 6:30 show and then meet some friends for a quick bite,"
Said Joan grabbing her purse. "I should be home later. Don't tell your mom I
left ya alone. You guys are old enough to fend for yourselves for one night.
Jenny, I need you to stay here and keep an eye on Josh. As you know, he's
grounded and I'm putting you in charge ok?"

"I..I..I wasn't gonna go anywhere," said Josh. "You don't need to make her my
babysitter. I'm like two years older than her." He was starting to revive his
demeanor, convinced that the beatings were over. Yeah, he had learned his
lesson, but Aunt Joan was leaving tomorrow afternoon. He had a little plan of
his own. He was still going lay low for now, but when she was gone...man was
he going to unleash Hell, and then go find his dad and live with him. That
would show them.

"I know sport. I just feel better knowing that someone will be keeping an eye
on you. There's pizza money on the counter and, Jenny, you have me cell
number," She said walking out the door.

Josh watched as she took off in his car, his car! It sent a shiver of anger up
his spine. Jenny was certainly nervous, but she knew that Joan would be back
in 30 minutes. The plan was to goad Josh into a fight and subdue him. Aunt
Joan would come back just to make sure that Josh hadn't gained the upper hand.
It was so stupid and obvious, but then again, who would have thought that they
would actually sit down and formulate a plan like that.

"I can't believe her. She just took my car. This is bogus," said a deflated
Josh.

"It's just one night. She'll be gone tomorrow," said Jenny seemingly
uninterested.

"Won't you be all sad? She's like your best friend now," said Josh scornfully.

"Eh, she's cool I guess. Kinda crazy though," said Jenny pretending to take
his side. She didn't want to seem too aligned with Aunt Joan. If she attacked
him, it would seem more like a set-up.

"Kinda? She's a total psycho bitch!" he screamed, "With all that judo and
bullshit she suckered me with last night, After what she did to me last night
I should take a fucking bat and..." He started to get worked up, his voice
quivering. Jenny knew that the real source of his rage and humiliation came
from the face plastering Aunt Joan had given him. And the notion that Jenny
may have known about it really got to him.

"Whatever," said Jenny flatly.

"Yeah what the fuck ever," blurted Josh Scornfully. He retreated to his room
to grab his smokes. Things were working as planned. It didn't take long to get
hot-head Josh going again. With Aunt Joan gone, he started feeling his oats
again. "Boys are so stupid," Jenny thought to herself as she watched Josh
storm off.

Jenny quickly went to her room to change outfits. She had decided to wear her
track shorts again. She threw on a different t-shirt and socks, but she
definitely wanted the shorts. There was something about them that made her
feel...empowered. She found them hanging in her closet fresh from being washed
and blow-dried. She slipped the snug shorts on sans underwear, her heart
fluttering. She quickly grabbed a big stuffed dog she had won at a carnival
and stuffed it between her thighs. She lay on her side and scissored the dog's
goofy head, listening to the plastic beans squish around inside She didn't
know why she did it. Maybe she just wanted a test run. The dog's plastic eyes
shook and its furry, felt tongue was pressed against the crotch of her shorts.
She snapped her legs around it's head a few times and decided that scene was
to her liking

"How do you like THAT Judo shit? Huh Josh," she whispered to the dog. "What's
a matter? I can't hear you, you got something in your mouth...you asshole!"

Jenny unlocked her legs and sprang to her feet. She booted the dumb dog under
her bed. Now, it was time for the real thing. She found him in the back patio
having a smoke. She decided to do some stretches in his vicinity, the sight of
which would probably elicit some snide remark.

"What the hell are you doing?" Said Josh eyeing his stepsister. He had never
seen her dressed up in any type of athletic gear before and he took in her
form, noticing her full round butt.

"Just doing some stretching. Aunt Joan showed me a few yoga moves," she said
quietly.

"Oh did she?" he responded scornfully, "You think you're gonna get that fat
ass in shape?"

"I dunno Jenny shrugged," still trying to play it cool. Her plan to craftily
lead him into being the aggressor was starting to work.

"You know, Aunt Joan say she doesn't want you leaving the house," she said
admonishing him.

"Fuck that bitch!" shouted Josh as he snubbed out his cigarette.

"I'm just saying...if she finds you out here, she might...you know...beat you
up again." She saw how the words sting him like a slap in the face.

"Fuck her, and Fuck you!" he retorted. "I swear the next time she tries
something, I'm gonna knock her teeth in!"

"I don't know...you didn't do so well last time," Jenny responded, trying to
sound as innocent as possible.

"Fuck you!" he shouted again over her mousy voice. Josh started to advance
toward her, backing her up inside the house and into the kitchen.

"She's gonna have to leave sooner or later, and then the shit is gonna hit the
fan! It's payback time for you!" he said jabbing his finger into her head.

"Me? What did I do?" Jenny said backing up into the living room.

"What did I do?" He said mimicking her. "I seem to remember you sitting there
watching the whole thing and LOVING it. You're real tough when someone else is
doing the fighting. I could take off right now and that bitch would never be
able to find me. It would be worth sleeping in the park tonight just to kick
your ass and leave you laying here for when she got home."

The two were now face to face in the living room. Her plan had worked
perfectly so far. Now, it was time to see if she had what it took.

"Jeez, what happened to courtesy, politeness and respect? Does Aunt Joan have
to give you another lesson under her ass" Jenny said matter-of factly.

Josh's face went white at the thought of last night's lesson. Jenny saw
something switch and she knew he was going to pounce. He came at her, knocking
her to the ground and landing on top. He was thrashing wildly trying to slap,
hit, punch and grab at her. There was no sense, no plan or purpose just raw
emotion and furry. Jenny instinctually wrapped her legs around his waist and
tried her best to fend him off.

He was like a wild animal, clawing, screaming and panting. After the initial
shock of his attack wore off Jenny began to settle herself. She controlled her
breathing and concentrated on fending off his arms which were weaker than she
expected. He tried to rise up and mount her, but Jenny was able to keep him
planted with her legs wrapped around him; squeezing him every time he tried to
mount an offensive. She could feel him growing weaker

"Patience...calm...stay cool," she kept repeating to herself.
"Patience...calm...stay cool. He's not even really doing any damage."

Josh's struggles were continuing to subside. Jenny could now hear him
screaming obscenities at her and wondered if he had been screaming the whole
time and she just hadn't noticed. His breathing was labored, Jenny could smell
the thick stench of cigarette smoke on his breath and it smelled like...like
weakness. Within a matter of two minutes he was almost spent. Jenny decided to
make her move. She lifted her leg up around him to hook him under the chin
while grabbing his arm at the same time.

She peeled him back off of her and forced him to the side, still holding on to
that arm. He let out a hoarse cough as her calf mashed into his throat. She
quickly brought her other leg around and caught him in a perfect arm bar; her
two legs lying across his chest, his arm outstretched and pinned between her
legs. Jenny leaned back and stretched it. She raised her hips bending his
elbow painfully where the joint met her crotch. He yelped in pain. She did it
again. Josh seemed to have no answer for her offensive

"Oh my God...it's working!" she screamed, not intending to scream aloud. "It
worked! It worked!" she continued, caught up with emotion. She looked down at
Josh's pained and pinched face, his skinny outstretched arm, and she knew that
he knew.

"You're probably guessing right now that Aunt Joan was teaching me more than
just yoga, huh?" she said pulling and bending the arm. "Huh asshole?"

"You fhuhuking b,,bbitch," Josh managed to blurt out from his crucifying
position. Jenny's ire rose. She raised her leg and brought the heel of her
sneaker down on his cheek.

"That's right Josh, I am a bitch...I am...I am...I am!" She yelled smashing
the heel of her sneaker down on his face.

She yanked on the arm and, just then, something came to her. She remembered
Aunt Joan's lessons on levels of pain. Realizing that she had his hand and
wrist right there, she grabbed a finger and started twisting. Josh immediately
let out a high-pitched squeal. immediately He beat the ground with his legs
and writhed on the living room floor. Jenny smiled down at him sadistically.

"How's that feel huh?" she sang out, "Hurts huh?"

"Pl...please stop, ahhhhh..." Josh yelled out.

Jenny rewarded him with another heel to the face. This was too cool. She had
three ways of hurting him; the heel, the elbow and the fingers. She alternated
pressure points, putting Josh through different pain combinations. His screams
were like music to her ears. She also noticed that familiar tingling sensation
rising up from where Josh's elbow lay trapped at the juncture of her thighs.
She draped her calf over his mouth and started thrusting her hips upward,
sending jolts of pain shooting down Josh's arm. She watched his eyes flinch
with every thrust and found herself wishing that she had taken her shoes off
before the fight. She would love to have been able to plant her foot on his
face from this position. She layed back on the carpet, stared up at the
ceiling and fantasized about what it would feel like to have his tongue
swirling around the sole of her foot. With these finger bends and this elbow
lock, she could make him do anything. He would have had no choice.

Suddenly, in the midst of her fantasy, Jenny felt a searing pain in her calf.
There was no mistaking the feeling. Josh had clamped his teeth into her flesh.
She screamed and beat her legs, letting go of the hold in the process. She
rolled back and brought her hands to the damaged area. She saw deep marks and
a small amount of blood starting to form. Surprisingly, she wasn't too angry
or shocked. She could only imagine the desperation he must have felt wondering
if she was going to keep him there all night torturing him. He was a trapped
rat, and he reacted like one. It only fueled her desire to trap him again.

She saw Josh slumped on his knees, holding his arm and feebly trying to crawl
away. The back of his neck looked so inviting. Jenny sprung to her feet. She
felt like a lioness chasing down wounded prey. She leapt up on to his
shoulders, encasing his head with her thighs, her momentum causing him to fall
forward and bang his head on the carpet. She propped herself on her hands and
stretched her legs. With the back of Josh's head fitting snugly against her
crotch and his face buried in the carpet, she began to squeeze and squeeze
hard.

"Where ya going?" she said between grunts, "We're not done yet."

Jenny threw her head back and squeezed with all her might. Josh sent screams
cascading into the carpet. Using her hips, she started to bounce his head
against the floor. "Thud, thud, thud." Went his head. He tried to prop himself
up, but could only summon strength from one arm. The other had sustained too
much damage. Jenny smiled again thinking about the dissabling techniques Aunt
Joan had taught her, and how well they worked. His hands limply fell from her
hips.

"How about a little rug burn?" she said sweetly as she began to grind and rub
his face into the carpet. She giggled and thought about how she was giving the
top of his head a little burn with her own rug. "Oh God," that brought the
tingling sensation s back. "Oh...that feels good," Jenny thought as she ground
him harder. His muffled groans and the sound of his features rubbing against
the carpet mixed into a sweet lullaby.

"Better not lose focus again," She thought, snapping herself out of it. "I
need to keep the pressure on." She decided to roll him over and inspect the
damage. Rolling her hips she flipped Josh over, belly-side up. She unlocked
her legs for a second, pulled back on his chin and re-crossed, securing him
tighter. All this was coming instinctually to her. She bent over and examined
his redden and burnt face.

"P...please...please. I give. You win," Josh said meekly bringing his hands up
to her thighs.

"The word is 'submit'," Jenny said coldly. "Do you submit? Do you submit to
me?" she said with a grunt.

"Yes, I submit! I submit!" Josh said pleadingly.

"Well guess what?" she said peering down at the upside down head in her lap "I
don't care. You can submit all you want. I'm gonna torture you anyway." With
that, she arched back and powered her thighs. She grabbed both of his hands
and pulled back for leverage. Josh's head was bending forward at an awful
angle as Jenny lifted her butt off the ground. She powered and relaxed,
powered and relaxed, ignoring his cries for mercy. She was releasing 3 years
of anger and frustration with every squeeze and it felt fantastic

Finally she laid back, her legs quivering, her sneakers resting on Josh's
lower stomach. He had gone silent between her thighs, the only thing
indicating that he was still alive was the slight rise and fall of his chest
on the back of Jenny's calves.

Still lying back, she lazily scooped up one of his dead-fish hands and brought
it up to her chest. Securing his wrist with one hand, she slowly bent his ring
finger back.

"Hey dork, you still awake down there?" she said bending the finger. At first
she didn't get any response. Then she heard it, quiet sobs coming from down
below. "Wow, he's crying. I actually made him cry," she thought to herself.

Then, she felt it, a warm stream hitting each upper thigh - Josh's tears.
Jenny had never felt anything so glorious. She slowly lifted herself up and
looked down at him. He looked like a begging child. Jenny whipped up his tears
with her index fingers and examined them like she had discovered some strange,
exotic elixer. The feelings in her crotch had built to a peak. She lay back
and slowly reapplied some pressure, rubbing herself on the back of his heads.
Jenny's tear-dipped fingers found their way under her shirt and began to
stroke her hardend nipples. She rotated her pelvis working Josh's trapped head
against her mound. A fresh set of tears dripped on to her thighs.

"Oh God, I'm actually gonna do it!" she thought closing her eyes, "I'm
actually gonna cum!" Her eyes were aflutter when suddenly she heard a small
rapping at the kitchen screen door. It was Aunt Joan returning as planned.
Jenny bolted up on her hands still holding Josh snuggly.

"Fuck! What bad timing," she thought letting out a sigh. Then, she saw how
excited and nervous her aunt looked, waving frantically at the window while
trying to stay quiet. Her face was beaming with anticipation. Jenny smiled
back and silently motioned down to her prey. Joan careened her neck to get a
look. Seeing the trapped and lifeless boy, she jumped for joy and covered her
mouth to stifle a scream. Joan gave her a big thumbs up. Jenny suddenly felt
like she was at her grade-school graduation, getting the approval from an
over-enthusiastic parent. Jenny rolled her eyes, smiled and returned the
thumbs up. She arched on her hands and gave Josh a good squeeze. Joan put on
an over-the top surprise look and give her two big "ok" signs. Jenny shook her
head and laughed. It was kinda funny seeing Aunt Joan act like a dorky mom.

After watching for another minute or so Joan signaled to Jenny to see if she
thought it was all right to come in. Jenny held up a finger. She held up her
hands and mouthed, "ten minutes". She wanted everything to be perfect for when
Aunt Joan came in. She released her hold and slid back. Josh's limp head
plunked to the ground. She quickly came around to kneel next to him and
stretched his lifeless arms out above his head.

"Hey looser," she said lightly slapping his tear stained face. "You know
what's coming next, right? The schoolgirl pin. You better get used to it
because you're gonna be in it all the time from now on." With that, she threw
her leg over him, and slowly settled her butt down on his upper chest.

"Ahhh, that's the ticket," she said mashing her rump down. She quickly secured
his arms in the crooks of her knees and spread them wide. "This fucking
rules!" she said to her to her beaten step-brother. With her his hands secure
she could do anything she wanted. She mopped her brow with her shirt and put
her hair back in a ponytail with a scrunchy she had wrapped around her wrist.
She preened and primped out her bangs a bit.

After her quick fix up she went to work on her "display". She widened her
knees a bit further amn hiked up her shorts olding the waist band over on
itself. They now rode even higher up on her hips. She pulled up again and made
yet another fold until she could see the outline of her crotch underneath the
taught material, and the slight wetness that had spread there. She slid up
ever so slightly to brace his chin with her full mound. She thrust her hips
out plastering his head to the carpet just like she had seen Aunt Joan
expertly do last night. She put her hands on her hips and gently pumped his
chin. "Perfect!" she thought.

But somehow she found that couldn't pump just once. It felt too good. An
almost involuntary response took hold of her until she was rhythmically
dancing on his throat.

"OHHHH, GOD!" she moaned. "I fucking OWN you!" Fresh pools of liquid started
to well up in Josh's eyes as he grunted beneath her. "Tell me you submit
again!" she commanded. "Say it. Say 'I submit!"

"I...I..sufh...mit," he croaked, barely able to formulate the words with his
jaw wired shut in Jenny's pin. "I sugg..mifh," he pleaded again.

Jenny had an idea, her zest for further humiliation taking over. She lifted
herself up slightly on her knees and positioned her crotch a few inches over
his face. Josh immediately started squirming fearing a face-sit.
"N..N..nn.No!" he stammered.

"Stop it!" Jenny barked. "I want you to do something." Jenny grabbed his head
and lifted it up towards the moist seat of her shorts. She reached down and
held out the back of her hand in front of his face.

"I want you to kiss the back of my hand, like they do for the queen. Because
I'm now the queen and this is my throne," she said authoritativly.

Josh blinked blankly up at her. "Kiss it, kiss the back of my hand," she
repeated.

Josh brought his lips up to her hand and kissed. "Kiss it again," she said.
"Now, one last time," she ordered. As he brought his lips up to kiss her, she
quickly moved her hand and he ended up kissing her right on the sweat-soaked
crotch of her shorts.

"Ohhh yes," she whispered throwing her head back. "How does that taste?" She
looked down at Josh who could do nothing but sob. She threw his head back down
with a snicker and resumed her tight pin. Hearing her Aunt's footsteps in the
kitchen, Jenny sat up straight on her mount and proudly folded her arms across
her chest.

"I'm homeeeee," Aunt Joan sang out sweetly as she walked through the kitchen.
"The movie was sold out. Oh my...what is this?" she said entering the living
room.

Jenny laughed at Aunt Joan's bad acting.

"My...have you two been fighting? I hope everything is ok," she gasped.

"You can cut the act," Jenny said laughing. "I think Joshy-boy has figured it
all out by now." Joan dropped her purse and burst out in a scream.

"Ahhhhhh...tell me everything! You look like a goddess up there!" she said
coming over and giving Jenny a big hug.

"Looks like someone got his ass kicked again!" she said, bending down and
flicking Josh's forehead. "Having a little deja vu?"

"He's not talking so much right now," Jenny said with a smile.

"They never do, except for a lot of 'pleases' and 'yes mams'. You've got him
so tight! In a few more minutes his arms will go completely numb. You can keep
them locked, but you don't have to. How's it feel to be in the saddle?" said
Joan running out to the kitchen to grab some wine.

"Freaking amazing!" Jenny shouted out. "He's completely beaten and at my
mercy."

"He looks it," said Joan curling up on the couch. "Squeeze your thighs in
against his ears and tell me everything. He'll just be able to hear mumbling
mostly. By Josh. Just a little girl talk," she said waving over her glass of
wine.

Jenny squeezed in. "Mmm that feels good," she said giggling.

"Everything feels good from up there," Joan said chugging her wine. "Doing
your freaking taxes feels good when your riding some asshole's chin."

Jenny laughed and for the next 20 minutes recounted every detail of the night.
She even told her about her little warm-up on the stuffed dog.

"Oh Christ," Joan said laughing, "By the time I was in 7th grade, all my
stuffed animals were completely popped. My mom had no idea what to make of it.
By high-school, my kid brother's footballs were all flat. I kept having top
buy him new ones. That is too funny...keep going."

Jenny was going a mile minute, bouncing up and down on Josh as she excitedly
neared the part where she made him kiss the back of her hand.

"And then...and then... when he went to kiss it for the third time, I moved
it," She said starting to get breathy. "And he...he..he...I moved it and
he...he...kissed..." Jenny's words became strained. She could feel it welling
up deep inside of her. "He kissed...my.." She started squirming around in her
seat, slightly corkscrewing herself against Josh's chin.

"Oh God, Aunt Joan...I'm so...I'm so close." She panted, breaking from her
story

Joan was speechless. She had seen and done many erotic things, but this had to
be one of the most incredible things she had ever witnessed. This girl, her
protˇgˇ, was about to blast off for the first time on a beaten boy.

"Go for it honey," she said encoragingly, "You've come this far. There's
nothing left to leave on the table."

She watched her niece rise up and plant herself on Josh's face. The boy let
out a low moan that vibrated into Jenny.

"Ahhhh!" she screamed,

"Cream him baby!" cried Joan.

"Ohhhhh!" she screamed louder

Jenny rubbed herself like a rabbit on Josh's beaten face, pounding him into
the ground. Within minutes she let out a low primal scream. Joan was in awe.
She saw the wetness spread across Jenny shorts and heard the slushing sound of
Jenny's young pussy mash into Josh's nose and mouth.

"Oh god...oh god...oh my god." Jenny moaned, slowly hunching as her orgasm
subsided. "Oh, my god...I so came...I soooooo came. I so came on his face."
she said dreamily eyeing Aunt Joan and bringing her motor back into idle.

"Oh man!" Jenny said in surprise as she looked down at her slicked shorts. She
slid herself back revealing a coughing and sputtering Josh, his face glazed
with her juices. She gently rested her crotch on his chin and put her hands on
her hips. She stared into his eyes with a satisfied smile. She spread her
knees wide making herself heavy on his chin, and she just stared.

"Deal with it," she finally said, triumphantly. "Deal with it."

Jenny, felt his chin start to quiver and Josh started to silently cry beneath
her.

"Oh, Jenny..." she heard her Aunt Joan sigh, breaking the silence. "Oh baby,
that was absolutely incredible! Honey...I don't know how to say this, but...I
think I need to...I need to get some relief too."

Jenny looked up at her Aunt Joan who was slightly panting. She had her hands
tucked tightly into the lap of her long sundress and the empty glass of wine
lay rolling on its side on the end table.

"May I?" Aunt Joan said throatily as she rose from the couch.

"Uh,,.yeah," responded Jenny as the full force of Aunt Joan's intentions hit
her. "Sure, I'll just..."

Jenny slowly dismounted Josh. Once again she felt like a lioness, this time,
sharing her kill with an elder huntress in the tribe. She watched as Aunt Joan
stood astride Josh's lying form, her sundress draped at calf level. Joan gazed
down into his eyes then seductively stepped up to place her heels on either
side of his head. Josh's gaze went up her sundress and followed her long
muscular legs up to a pair of pink micro-panties way off in the distance. He
moaned like a wounded animal.

"Oh no," he bleated.

"Oh yes," Aunt Joan responded slowly descending. She dropped down to her
knees, straddling his head. Her dress spreading out all around them,
completely hiding him from view. It looked like a peaceful picnic scene to
Jenny; Aunt Joan sitting in a field with a chest and a pair of legs coming out
from underneath her white cotton sundress.

Jenny grabbed a glass of wine. "What the heck," she thought, "It was a special
occasion."

She saw aunt Joan set up slightly and reach under her dress to adjust
something.

"Let's say, for dessert, we serve you the real thing," She said down to Josh
finishing the adjustment and settling back down. Josh kicked his legs madly
and Joan rode him out. She winked at a stunned Jenny. "The old pull-aside,"
Said Joan. "It's how I made my way through college."

The white dress started to quiver as Aunt Joan started to rock. Jenny sat in
awe. She could only imagine what was going on under that white dress. Josh
continued to feebly kick his legs as Aunt Joan gathered speed. Jenny could
hear a distinct sloshing sound as Aunt Joan continued to pump. "God, the
torture, the humiliation...and the pleasure," thought Jenny. Although she
wouldn't be ready for that for a while, Aunt Joan's PG-13 showing was
certainly an awesome sight of things that may yet to come.

"Squish, squish, squish" she went, raising her hands up to her head and
clasping her platinum hair. She bucked wildly, pounding Josh's head into the
floor.

"That's right...deal with it...deal with it boy!" she said using Jenny's
words. "Deal with my pussy...deal with my dominance."

Joan was reaching a fever pitch. When She climaxed she did sow with a loud
scream, this time not bothering to her muffle herself with a pillow. Her hands
dropped slowly down to her hips and she circled around as the aftershocks
rippled through her body.

"Fucking, Hell," She moaned, "That felt soooo good."

Joan continued to circle and spasm for a few minutes gently caressing her
sides, thighs and breasts. Jenny was frozen in mid drink, staring wide-eyed
over her wine glass.

"Sorry kid, I didn't mean to swear. And you...where did you get that wine?"
She said with a smile. "Pour me a glass. Your mother would kill me."

The two girls toasted, Jenny in her wrestling outfit and Aunt Joan sitting on
her perch.

"To the weekend," Said Joan.

"To the rest of the week, the month and the next two years," Said Jenny with a
wink.

"Enjoy it kid. Oh, almost forgot," Joan said slowly sliding back to Josh's
chest with a squish. She raised up and put herself back together under her
skirt. Turning it on her waist to find the slit, she untied it and took it
off.

Underneath lay the most pitiful looking creature Jenny had ever seen. Josh's
face was a disaster. His hair was drenched and a pool of girl-cum lay puddle
in his eye. Even the collar of his t-shirt was wet where Aunt Joan's
panty-covered vagina lay pinning him to the floor.

"P..p..pp," was all he could get out, A bubble popped from his lips.

"Oh shit!" screamed Jenny "He looks like Bill Murray in Ghostbusters after
that ghost got him!"

"She slimed me!" said Aunt Joan, and the two girls laughed hysterically. "Oh
God, what should we do with him?"

"I guess we put him to bed, "said Jenny.

"Ok then. Would you like to do the honors?" said Aunt Joan rising.

"Hell yeah," said Jenny.

The two gently coaxed Josh to his hands and knees and Jenny took her mount
making sure to lift his t-shirt up so he could feel her on his back. It took
him 15 minutes to ride her to his bedroom and he broke down 3 times. Aunt Joan
watched each time as Jenny grabbed his head and whispered gently into his ear.
She saw the trail of tears on the hallway carpet and watched Jenny steer him
into his room. Jenny looked back bright-eyed and gave Aunt Joan a smile and a
thumbs up and Joan felt her heart swell. It was the proudest day of her life.

The end?

Please let me know if you want to see the saga continue.
gregnick1@hotmail.com.