Eagerly Lisa took off her dress and her bra and stood majestically over me, her black hair in a bun at the top of her head, her large breasts uncovered, the nipples jutting enterprisingly forward and stimulating the most erotic feelings in me, her beautiful thighs at their best in fine-denier black stockings.

'In the chair,' said my aunt.

'Yes, Madam,' replied Lisa who at once took up her position in a large armchair, her legs widely parted.

Then my orders. 'Get down to her,' said my aunt and give her the best you can. But don't forget it's her pleasure you are thinking about, not your own. '

She stood behind me, picking up a riding-crop which I had not noticed before.

I knew what was required of me, and I knew that it was going to be hard to carry out my aunt's instructions to the letter as I was already roused by the sight of Lisa's parted legs and on my own that is, without the presence of my aunt I knew that I would at once have taken the girl over to the bed and fucked her. It was indeed at that moment that I realized for the first time that my aunt was getting a great deal of sadistic pleasure from seeing me in such a frustrating situation. The girl's body tantalized me but I was allowed only to lick her vulva through the crotch of her knickers...

I moved between the shapely thighs and began

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use my lips and tongue on the material covering her vulva. I used as much saliva as I could to make the material as wet as possible and then

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began to probe as hard as I could with my tongue, the outlines of her labia now clearly able to be felt.

I was roused to fever pitch and I had to make every effort to restrain myself. I wanted to reach up, grab the girl and pull her to the floor, but I had to resist the temptation to do So. I knew that such a move would have devastating consequences for me as far as my aunt was concerned and I was not prepared to defy her to that extent.

But as the minutes went by and the girl on the chair relaxed more and more and began to moan with pleasure my own desires became almost uncontrollable. To all appearances I was carrying out my task effectively but at almost every second I had to fight back my desire to grab the girl, or at least to rip off her knickers. In the end, just as Lisa was about to climax, I put my hands on her thighs and raised my head. It was more a gesture of despair than anything else, and in those few seconds I had no particular intention to assail the girl. But it was too much for my aunt for immediately the crop came down with immense force across my back and she ordered me to bring her to a climax.

'Don't dare to stop now,' she shouted.

I began to tongue the girl again, tonguing

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