AUNT JUDY'S HOUSE BY AMANDA "Climb onto the bed,"Aunt Judy said and little Allison did as she was told naturally, because she loved her Aunt Judy and wanted to make her happy. The pretty blond 13 year old enjoyed her visits to the old house, because the place was wonderful to play in and explore and because her Aunt Judy had such strange and interesting games to play. Sometimes just she and Allison would play together, but other times there were other girls in the house who would play too. Allison never learned the girls' names, but they were young, and pretty and loved to play. Allison never really knew what to expect from her Aunt Judy, but she loved her all the same. Once on the bed, Aunt Judy told Allison to stretch out her arms and legs as far as she could and Allison did so. Across the top of the clean white sheet was stretched thin strips of shiny black material and as Allison stretched out her limbs as her Aunt Judy requested, she found her wrists and ankles just crossed where the shiny black stuff extended. One by one Aunt Judy pulled the shiny black material, up, over and around Allison's wrists and and then her ankles, fastening each tightly in place. Allison flexed her arms and legs and found herself securely bound, spread out tight across the bed. Aunt Judy smiled, "My good sweet little girl." she whispered, stroking Allison's hair with a soft loving hand. Allison smiled back, pulling her arms and legs back and forth in her restraints as Aunt Judy liked. "Are we going to play the tickle game?" Allison asked nervously. "Yes," Aunt Judy said, "but it's a special sort of tickling. It's a tickling a woman does when she feels lonely and wants to feel like she's being loved." "Like in hugging and kissing?" Allison asked. "Yes," replied Aunt Judy with a smile. Allison loved when her Aunt Judy held her close and kissed her. Sometimes on the neck, sometimes on the lips, occasionally their mouths would open and tongues would touch, wrap and tickle each other. In the big rocking chair in the living room Aunt Judy would read from one of her special books with Allison propped on one knee in her bra and panties, gagged, hands tied tightly but not painfully behind her back, ankles bound together as well, helpless as a newborn lamb. Helpless but content. Aunt Judy slid her hands slowly and gently down Allison's outstretched body, the girl giggled as the fingers brushed her tummy. Aunt Judy let her hands rest on the girl's hips, left pinky finger plucking delicately at the elastic waistband of Allison's lacy white cotton panties. Allison watched her, looked up at aunt Judy's lovely pale face, wondering where this was all leading to. Allison gasped as Aunt Judy gripped the waistband of her underwear and slowly glided the material downward. The light down of pubic hair underneath snagged and released the fabric bit by bit, sending little additional jolts of excitement and wonder through Allison's body. Panties down, Aunt Judy put her hand softly on the delicate fleshy bump between Allison's legs and let it rest there. Allison felt a warm liquid feeling in her tummy as Aunt Judy touched her most secret and innocent of places. In Health class, she had learned what boys could do in that place and she had found the idea revolting, but feeling her Aunt Judy's hand touching it felt right. It felt good. Allison wriggled her hips in nervous anticipation of what would happen next. Aunt Judy smiled, lovely white teeth shone between her perfect red lips. She looked like a black haired angel coming down toward Allison's face. Lips meeting, then parting to allow their tongues to meet and intertwine. Allison sighed, sucking on Aunt Judy's tongue contentedly. Aunt Judy's middle fingertip dented the soft pink crevice between Allison's vaginal lips and Allison groaned sharply. Effectively gagged by Aunt Judy's lips and tongue, pinioned helplessly by shiny black straps, Allison tensed as she felt the finger press deeper and deeper into her body. The fine red nail scraped a hidden bulb between and inside her little pussy and a shock passed through Allison. Aunt Judy kept kissing her, deeper, harder and more passionately as her devilish finger gently dove further inside, the soft skin rubbing that little bulb, sending wave after wave of pleasure rippling across Allison's body. Allison lifted her hips to meet the intrusion, grunting fiercely. Aunt Judy moved her finger back and forth slowly in time to Allison's hip motion. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the second, the pleasure of Aunt Judy's touch on her clitoris, mouths locked in an endless kiss, Allison moaned as another shockwave of ecstasy arced through her. Aunt Judy took her mouth away, letting Allison grunt, scream and cry out for all she was worth. Allison bit her lip, hips rocking, neck twisting in abandon, sweat pouring down her lithe thin body. A white hot blaze fired once, twice, three times and Allison shrieked with joy. When it was over, Allison was sore, but a good kind of sore. The sort of pain that usually came when she played at Aunt Judy's house.