The Challenge

by Holley

My aunt Cecilia had bought me a nice new blouse for Christmas but unfortunately I hadn't seen her until the New Years Eve day so I hadn't had a chance before now to try it on. She's the aunt that bought me my first push-up bra so you could reasonably expect it to be a bit naughty and now that I'd tried it on in the privacy of my own bedroom I could see that it certainly is naughty. Ringing her I said, “hey auntie Cecilia, this blouse is really something, I'm nearly falling out of the top.”

“Try it with your push up bra” she said, “I'll wait 'til you try it on.”

I put the phone down and slipped out of my top and bra and I got so delighted when I put the push-up bra on and then when I put the blouse on over it I felt ooooooooooh so good! I was almost at the point of teasing myself with just one finger but I heard her call out saying, “what on earth are you doing sweetheart?” Picking up the 'phone again I said “if you could see me now you'd have a heart attack, my breasts are almost uncovered and I feel sensational”. “

“Oh, I really wish I could see you now, I love the way your breasts looked in that push-up bra but with the blouse you must look sensational and I'm feeling rather giddy just thinking about how you look. Can you see your nipples darling? She asked and when I told her “yes but only a little of them I heard her sigh”. I know she likes me but I didn't realise she liked me in 'that way' or least I hadn't until she bought me the bra, I just thought I was one of her favourite nieces but now it was becoming clear why she'd bought me the bra and blouse.

“It's a pity you're not here at the moment, it would be lovely if you could show me how to wear them to their best advantage” and as I finished speaking I heard her say, practically under her breath, “oh fuck, yes, I'd love that.” Taking that as my cue I said what are you wearing now and she said, “Well not one of those blouses and bras but I wish I had the courage to wear something like that.” Clearly I had her horny and I decided to press home my apparent advantage telling her “that I'd love to see you in something like I'm wearing” and pressing on I said, “can I tell you a secret auntie?” “Oh yes darling” which made me think that she was almost at the point of an orgasm and trying to help her over the hurdle I said “are you touching yourself?” Her reply was “yes” accompanied by a moan as I presumed she'd 'cum'.

“Got to go auntie but will it be OK for me to come (I said that word almost as though it was spelled 'cum' hoping to keep her excitement at fever level) and see you in a couple of days, I promise to wear your gifts so you can see how I look in them.” “Yes please, can you come tomorrow afternoon, I'll be on my own then with no one to disturb us and to keep her happy I said yes in the most seductive tone I could muster and blew her a kiss over the 'phone. “'Til then” she said.

But first I needed to see Anne and let her see me like this. I didn't think it would be safe to walk down the street like this so I put a light cotton jumper over the top. That would satisfy mum, she wouldn't be able to stare at my breasts; although I had on the very nice bra the jumper hid so much of the swelling. Out the door I went swaggering along the street or I did until someone came walking towards me when I controlled my hips and walked normally. When the woman passed me I started my swagger again and I continued it until I arrived at Anne's place.

Anne was sat in the kitchen with another girl, one I didn't recognise but who was introduced to me as Sybil. I thought what an awful name, some parents definitely live in the past but anyway apart from the name Sybil is quite pretty. A little taller than Anne and where Anne is blonde Sybil tends to be a little darker. I'm just trying to imagine how I would describe her but apart from saying she's pretty I couldn't think of anything else. Anne asked me why I was wearing the jumper and I told her that I'd thought it wouldn't be a good idea to wear it leaving the house in case mum complained. Nothing further was said but Anne leaned forward and started to unfasten the jumper and when both she and Sybil saw my practically exposed breasts there was a joint intake of breath.

You know that Anne has not been backward at coming forward and no sooner had the jumper gone than her hands were on my tits fondling them. Turning to look at Sybil she said, “give me your hand” and without waiting she took one from Sybil's lap and put it straight on my breast. Just a little manoeuvring and Anne had one of my breasts out and in Sybil's hand. Her hand was hot but so was my breast especially when Anne suggested that Sybil wanted to suck my nipple. Frankly I was hot, not temperature wise but sexually, and the thought of her junior lips on my breast had my temperature rising fast.

Anne said, for fuck sake Sybil, put her nipple in your mouth.” She did but she was very tentative about it until Anne took the other breast out and they sat each with one of my nipples in their mouths. Anne had experienced being with me several times of course so she was quite relaxed but Sybil, being the first time, was quite nervous that is until Anne showed her how to cup my breast whilst she sucked and licked the nipple. I'd thought she was doing very well until Anne coached her when her performance lifted quite dramatically.

I loved the way her fingers clasped onto my nipple and then cupped me firmly as if to say this tit is not going to escape. Anne whispered something in Sybil's ear and she took her hand, the nearest one to me, away from my breast and slid it straight up my skirt. She appeared a little nervous but Anne said that I'm such a fucking slut that anyone could put her hand up my skirt. Sybil was nervous and clumsily struck my pussy with a bit more force than I would have liked but when she went to move it away from me it was Anne that held her firmly in place.

Anne had sat on a nearby chair now and was like a sporting coach moving Sybil's hands and mouth around at will. She ordered Sybil to move her hand away from my pussy and to take on tit in her left hand and the other in her right hand. That way she could hold both of them in place and alternate between sucking the left one and then the right one. I think Anne had enjoyed being Sybil's mentor, that's the current word these days, and she'd moved closer to Sybil telling her how to attack my nipples. Following Anne's instruction she was moving her tongue from under my breast to over the nipple and to the top of the swell until Anne pointed out to her that I loved it when she swept her tongue round the outer edge of my breast and promising Sybil that she'd have total control of me if she did.

Following Anne's direction to the letter she moved her lips to that outer edge of my breast and swept her now protruding tongue along the edge and into my shaved armpit. As she did, I must have winced or something because she became quite aggressive sweeping her tongue up and around and under the arm quite savagely. The effect of her attack had me thrashing about a little and now it was time for Anne to follow up the instructions she'd given Sybil. She took her hand and slid it under my little skirt at the same time lifting my skirt so they could both see what was going on and I think they were both impressed with the soaked spot they saw. Again Anne was whispering to Sybil and guiding her fingers inside my panties until with a little pull my pussy was exposed. Sybil gasped at what she saw; my pussy lips were soaked with my own juices that were ready for anyone to lap up. Hopefully it would have been Anne that undertook that task but it wasn't. She guided Sybil to me explaining that she should go around my lips gently with her tongue until such time as Anne told her to plunge into me. I didn't expect another eleven year old to plunge quite so dramatically but she did, straight as an arrow and as deep as she could possibly manage and my involuntary shudder must have sent her over the top too. Maybe it was Anne's fingers in her little pussy because she was bucking about like a wild horse in much the same way I was.

As she'd 'cum' she'd fallen sideways and Anne was giving her first aid courtesy of her wet lips that were gliding over and across Sybil's lips but that didn't continue. Anne, oh what a fucking master she is, left Sybil and came over to me giving me the benefit of her luscious lips on my clit, sucking and licking and sliding her fingers inside me to keep me open and at the same time taking one of Sybil's hands and inserting a couple of fingers inside me.

So, Anne manipulating my clit, Sybil ramming her fingers in my ever ready for sex pussy and shortly I was lifting my back clear of the seat ant thrusting my hips at them both but before I had my orgasm Anne pulled away and pulled Sybil's head down by the hair straight to my throbbing pussy. I presumed that either she'd made herself cum before or else another girl had done if for her but she'd not experienced anything like this before, I was like a fire hose, I squirted and squirted until I was completely drained but I had to find a laugh when I looked up and saw Sybil's face, almost as though she'd had a bath or shower, just so much fluid on her face. She was still swallowing so I presume she'd caught a lot in her mouth and was trying desperately to “eat” it all before she drowned.

After they'd given me a couple of minutes to recuperate it was Sybil that had come at me again but after just a couple of tongue kisses she went straight for my pussy. Not skilful but full of enthusiasm and I could see Anne sat back admiring the work of her pupil. Certainly Sybil was successful because I filled her mouth for her again and this time she'd been more masterful, easing my pussy open with her fingers, licking around the perimeter of my pussy lips, plunging her fingers inside me (she's got longer fingers than Anne, perhaps from playing the piano) so that more of the pussy lining got touched and this time she had no hesitation in taking in my orgasm

They dressed me with Anne showing Sybil how I liked to be touched as I'm being dressed but I'm afraid my panties were so soaked that they were unwearable. Anne wanted me to wear a pair of her sister's panties but I asked specially for a pair of Nathalie's thongs or “G strings” as we call them. I have to say the girls took great delight making sure the panties were snug around my backside and my pussy and then, would you believe, it took ages for them to put my tits back in my bra. They were in and they were out and then in again until my poor titties must have been dizzy. As I went to pick up my jumper there was a mass protest, I had to go out in just the blouse and bra, my skirt too of course but no more covering over my breasts.

On the way to the shopping centre several women looked at me with a 'what a disgusting girl' look on their faces but they didn't know that I was being made to stay like that. When we reached the shopping centre we went straight to the usual café where we mostly went perhaps because each of us had had some success in picking up older women there. Within minutes as a woman looked at me Anne adjusted the neckline of my blouse so the bra showed a bit more and one of the customers at least gave me the eye. Anne suggested I leaned forward to show her what I've got and at the same time I crossed my legs and I have no doubt she saw clear up to my panties.

We didn't stay too long, the girls wanted to get home and I won't repeat the things they said to me on the way but they certainly aren't girls eligible for one of the top ladies colleges. They wanted to see me again tomorrow and whilst that would have been nice I had a pre-planned meeting with my aunt and this time I'd be in charge of the proceedings. We did go around the back of Anne's place where it was quiet and both of them gave me long deep kisses with their tongues in my mouth and I also got a hand or two under my skirt to keep me, as Sybil said, lubricated on the way home.

Ah, what a day!!!!!!!! But what about tomorrow????????