Part One

It was right after my sophomore year in college that my Aunt Lynnelle invited me to come down to Florida and work in her health club. I was studying for sports medicine and she thought the experience would be good for me. Aunt Lynnelle was making a gold mine off her health club. She had moved down to Tampa from Chicago when I was only five and I really hadn’t seen her much while growing up. But my mom (who was Lynnelle’s older sister) had bragged to Lynnelle about how well I was doing in college and Lynnelle was so impressed that she agreed to fly me down there and let me stay there for the summer.

I wish you could have seen my Aunt Lynnelle when she picked me up at the airport. I never would have guessed this was my mom’s youngest sister. Lynnelle was just a few inches shorter than I. She had long blond hair that hung halfway down her back. I think she had it tied in a ponytail that day. She had sparkly blue eyes that smiled all the time. Her physique was incredible for her age though. I knew from her birthday that Lynnelle was 40 that summer, but she sure didn’t look like it. When I met her at the airport she was wearing gunmetal gray spandex shorts and a matching sport bra with a light jacket over the top. I guessed she was about a 34D in that silvery lycra top. Man, I still get hot just thinking about it. I could have sworn she was 10 years younger. The years in her health club were doing her lots of good.

Anyway, Lynnelle took me to her home which was secluded in the woods outside of town. She showed me to my room and told me I didn’t have to worry about starting work at the club until tomorrow. She thought I should just get settled in.

At about 7:00 that night I was swimming in the pool on the back deck when Lynnelle came out in another stunning outfit. She was wearing white lycra tights and a red lycra half top.

“Mike,” she said, “I’m going out for a few hours. I got a date. Help yourself to anything in the fridge.”

I said good-bye to Lynnelle and wondered who was the lucky guy dating this gorgeous woman.

I swam a little while longer and just hung around watching movies from her video collection. It was around 10:00 when I got an idea. Was my Aunt Lynnelle into lycra? It was all I had seen her wearing so far. This intrigued me because I was crazy about lycra myself but never told anyone. Determined to find out, I went up the stairs to Lynnelle’s bedroom.

I opened her closet and found a lycra paradise. Her hangers and drawers were full of lycra unitards, leotard, biking shorts, sport bras, swimsuits and even underwear. Damn! I had hit the jackpot. I must have stayed in that closet for hours feeling my way through Lynnelle’s stretchy, sexy material. I lost all track of time.

Then I heard the front door slam. I jumped in shock when I heard Lynnelle’s voice and another voice coming up the stairs. I knew it was a man but I didn’t recognize it. I was about to make a run out of the bedroom to the bathroom and hope she didn’t catch me in there, but I didn’t think I could make it. So I ducked back into the closet, shut off the light and pulled the door closed.

Under the closet door I saw a crack of light as someone turned on the bedroom light.

“You look so hot in them tights,” the male voice said.

“You like them, baby?” I heard Lynnelle reply.

I soon heard the sound of kissing and then the unmistakable sound of lycra sliding over lycra.

“Mmmmm, just like that,” came the male voice again.

The bedroom lights went out but the sounds continued.

I couldn’t help myself. I needed to see what was going on in there. I sneaked over to the closet and pushed the door open the tiniest crack. From there I could see Aunt Lynnelle and someone else lying on the bed right where the moonlight shined. I couldn’t make out the guy’s face, but his voice seemed kind of young. I could see him lying down while Lynnelle stretched her lycra-clad body over his. They rubbed up against each other and moaned and grunted as they kissed. I guess my Aunt Lynnelle definitely had a lycra fetish!

This went on for a few minutes and I soon found myself getting very hard. I could barely keep my hands away from my crotch as Lynnelle rubbed herself up against her lover.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he said. “That’s just what I need.”

My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw Lynnelle sit up and peel off her lycra half top. I saw her large breasts standing firm in the moonlight. Her lover cupped them with his hands as she grinded her crotch against his. Lynnelle started to let out soft moans as he fingered and twisted her luscious breasts.

“Oh, yeah,” Lynnelle said. “I need you, baby, now...” She slipped off her lycra tights and then pulled down her lover’s biking shorts just to his knees. Lynnelle straddled him and took him deep inside her.

By this time I couldn’t take it anymore. I ducked back into the closet and tried to stay calm. Outside the moans and groans of passionate lovemaking drove me crazy. I crawled back to my hiding place in the corner and somewhere in the darkness I found a pair of Lynnelle’s lycra panties. I pulled down my shorts and slipped the panties over my hard cock. As Lynnelle and her lover cried out in passion, I slid the panties up and down over my dick. I closed my eyes and imagined that I was in there, with that gorgeous woman on top of me.

“Oh, yes,” I heard from the bedroom. But I couldn’t tell who said it. Lynnelle and her lover were both calling out in the throes of love. Then I heard the unmistakable screams of two lovers reaching climax. It was then that my cock exploded into Lynnelle’s panties. My warm cum filled the panties and I almost had to bite my tongue to keep from crying out with them.

I fell asleep then, as Lynnelle and her lover did the same. I woke up in the morning to find that Lynnelle had already gone to the gym. She must not have guessed I was in her closet.

It was definitely going to be an interesting summer.

Part Two - Busted

My first day of work at my Aunt Lynnelle’s gym wasn’t too hard. Lynn told me to just get familiar with the layout of the place and, when I had a few spare moments, take care of some odds and ends like sweeping and moping the locker rooms. When there was a lull in the business, she said I could take time for a workout, which I was eager to do.

I didn’t have to change clothes because I came to work in my tight blue biking shorts and a white tank top. It felt great to be at a place where it was okay to wear lycra all day long. Hell, people even expected it.

There weren’t many people in the gym that afternoon. But there was one girl who really caught my eye. I saw her when she was doing the lat pulldown. She looked to be mid-20’s with long black hair halfway down her back. She wore black spandex biking shorts and a tight sport bra. I glanced at her a couple times and even made sure to do a few reps on a machine next to her just to get a good look. Her muscles were firm but not too bulky. Her abs were toned just enough that you could tell she had a nice set. She smiled at me every time I walked by and I wondered if she could tell that my shorts were getting a little cramped in the front when I watched her.

This girl went to lift a 100-pound weight onto a leg press machine while I was passing by. I could tell she was struggling, but I didn’t want to insult her by offering to help the way some guys did when they were showing off for the ladies. When she saw me she gave me a look that told me she needed help.

“Um, excuse me,” she said. “You think you could help me with this?”

“Sure, no problem,” I said. I hefted the weight onto the machine for her. “There, how’s that?”

“Great, thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied. “By the way, I’m Mike.”

“I’m Deena,” she said. We shook hands and I felt my hand tingle with her touch. “Some of these weights get a little heavy for me.”

“Glad I could help,” I said. We talked for a few more minutes while we worked on different machines. It turned out Deena was a good friend of my Aunt Lynnelle. I told her who I was and she warmed up to me right away.

When the workout was over we went our separate ways. I showered and changed and went home for the night. I drove Lynnelle’s red Firebird onto the freeway and got off on my exit. I took another turn and headed down the dirt road toward her house in the woods.

Suddenly, a flash of light caught my eye. I looked up into my rear-view mirror and saw red and blue police lights spinning.

“Oh, shit,” I muttered. What had I done now? I glanced at my speedometer, which read 55. I wasn’t speeding, so what was the problem? I pulled the car over to the side of the road and parked. I shut off the engine and rested my hands on the wheel.

I waited for the cop to come up to the car. When I glanced back in the side mirror, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The cop was Deena!

She strolled up slowly in her blue uniform. It was still light enough that I could see her face. She gave me half a smile as she rested on hand on her pistol and leaned in the window.

“Going a little fast, aren’t we?” she asked.

I smiled. “Um...actually, officer, I was only going 55. There must be some mistake.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Why don’t you step out of the car just so I can make sure?”

Uncertain what to expect, I opened the door and got out.

“Hands on the car, please.”

This was getting weird. “Deena, is something wrong? I just--”

“Do it!” she ordered, tightening her grip on her pistol.

“Okay, okay.” I turned and put my hands on the roof. Deena came up behind me and started to frisk me. I’d never been searched before, but she made my first time memorable. She ran her hands along my back and then around to my chest and abs even though it was pretty obvious I wasn’t hiding anything under my T-shirt. Then she slowly moved her hands down to my waist and slid them down my spandex-covered ass and thighs. My ass twitched when she teased it with her hands. Finally she moved her hands around the front and rested one on the bulge in my shorts. Her hand felt nice and warm on my erection under the lycra.

“Looks like you got a concealed weapon here, Mike,” she said.

“Um, yeah, you got me, officer,” I confessed. “Am I in trouble?”

Deena pulled out her handcuffs and locked one around my left wrist. Then she pulled both arms behind my back and bound the right hand too.

“I’m gonna have to put you in the car,” she said. And with that she led me back to her squad car and put me in the back seat.

I trembled as she shut off the car’s emergency lights and stood looking in the back door. There I was, handcuffed with a big hard on, wondering what this gorgeous policewoman was going to do next. She pulled out her baton and ran it up and down my legs. She teased the insides of my thighs and pressed it against my erection.

“Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way,” she said. “You’re into lycra, aren’t you?”

I nodded. “Yes, how could you tell?”

“I saw you staring at me in the gym. Being a peeping tom carries a stiff penalty.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, even though I really wasn’t.

“Well, there’s only one way we can take care of this,” she said.

“What’s that?”

Deena climbed onto the back seat and shut the door. “You’ll have to convince me not to run you downtown and throw your ass in jail.”

“Oh, no, please,” I begged. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t take me to jail, okay?”

With a naughty smile, Deena straddled her knees across my lap. Her lips came up to mine and our tongues met in a deep, slow kiss. I licked her teeth while she nibbled my tongue. Helpless to resist her, I leaned back while Deena moved lower and nibbled my neck and scratched my chest through my T-shirt.

She sat back and brought her hands up to her uniform. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it open. A tight lycra sport bra held her breasts together so they stuck straight out. I could see the push of her hard nipples underneath it. Deena took my face and buried it in the cavern between them. I kissed and licked and smelled her sweet breasts while she ran her fingers through my hair and moaned. “Ohhhh, yes...like that...mmmm.”

Deena made me tease her breasts for what seemed like forever before she let me come up for air.

“Is that what you wanted me to do?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t.

“No,” she said. “You’re not finished yet.”

Then she moved her hands lower and tugged on my spandex shorts. She pulled them down just enough to get my hard cock out. It stood up straight between her legs. She stroked it with her hand and made me even harder as she gazed into my eyes with her seductive look. Then she took off her belt and unzipped her pants. She slid them off to reveal a black lycra thong. My cock was aching when I saw the tight thong pulling against her obviously shaved pussy.

“Now,” she said. “You have to give me a reason not to take you to jail. Maybe if you give me an experience I’ll never forget...”

I promised her I would do my best. Deena then turned around and pulled the thong to one side. She sat on my lap and guided my shaft all the way into her warm, wet pussy. Damn, that thing felt good. Her cunt fit me like a glove.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned. “That’s better.”

I wish I could tell you how erotic it felt. This half-naked lady cop was sitting on my lap moaning with my cock inside her. Slowly Deena started to grind her hips and slide up and down, gripping the front seat for support.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Mmmm...oh, yes, Mike...oh...fuck...yes...your cock feels so good inside me...ohhhhh.”

I started moaning and talking dirty too. “Oh, Deena...yes, your pussy is so hot...ohhh...yesss.”

I just sat there, handcuffed and helpless to move while Deena sat on top of me and we fucked and fucked and fucked.

“Mmmm....oh...this better be good,” she called out, “or I gotta report you for assaulting an officer...ohhhh....fuck...yess...oh....cum for me, baby...oh, yes...gimme it...now!”

My cock exploded and we both cried out as I shot cum deep into her. Deena thrashed about and finally collapsed against the seat in front of her as our orgasms subsided.

Long minutes later, Deena got up. A big drop of cum dripped from her pussy and stained her thong and my lycra shorts. She got dressed and got out of the car. Then she pulled me out and pulled up my shorts. She took off the handcuffs and put them away.

“Sorry for the misunderstanding,” Deena said, acting formal like a cop again. “Just be careful how fast you go around those corners.”

I smiled and said good night. Then I got into the Firebird and drove off.

Lycra Summer Part Two: Deena’s Dungeon

For about the next two weeks after I discovered Deena was a cop with a lycra fetish, we started dating. One thing that really struck me as odd was that she never invited me over to her place. We usually met at my Aunt Lynnelle’s gym and we would go out someplace from there. Sometimes we even stayed at my aunt’s house near the beach when Lynnelle would go out for a date or something. Every time I asked Deena about meeting her at her place, she got really evasive and she’d say something like, “Oh, my place is such a mess.” I finally stopped asking her about it, because I knew how she would respond. Besides, I was just staying in Florida for the summer and I didn’t think any relationship with her was going to last forever. Basically what brought us together was our love for lycra and I didn’t think it would get much deeper than that.

Then about three weeks after Deena and I first met, my Aunt Lynnelle told me we were invited to a party at Deena’s house. Lynn knew I was seeing Deena but I don’t think she knew I had never been allowed to the house. I was so excited. I was shocked to hear the reason we were invited though. Lynn told me we were going over to Deena’s for an anniversary party.

“You mean Deena’s married?” I asked Lynn when she told me over dinner at her house.

“Yes, you didn’t know?”

“Not a clue,” I replied. “But if she’s married, why is she going out with me?”

Lynn just smiled. “Deena is...different.” That was all she told me. Something weird was going on and I couldn’t wait to get over to Deena’s.

The next night, Lynn drove us to Deena’s place. It was a house on the other side of town but still close to the beach. When we walked up to the door, a man I recognized answered. It was Tom, the guy my aunt had been talking to at the gym a lot.

“Hi, Mike,” Tom said as Lynn introduced me. Tom was in his 30’s I guessed. He was well-built and had blonde hair in a short buzz cut. Lynn told me Tom was Deena’s husband. I hoped this guy didn’t know I was messing around with his wife. By the feel of his handshake, Tom felt like he had enough muscle to clean my clock with one punch.

We went inside and found Deena waiting. Everyone was dressed casually--just sweatpants and gym shirts. Deena came in and offered us drinks. I took one off the tray and sat on the couch in the living room.

“So, how do you like Florida?” Tom asked.

“It’s a heck of a lot nicer here than in Chicago,” I said. “I wish I never had to go home.”

Lynn came and sat down next to me while Deena sat next to Tom. We all sat there sipping our drinks and making small talk. I noticed Deena kept looking at her watch.

“Is something wrong?” I asked her. “You keep looking at your watch.”

Deena got a strange look on her face. She asked: “Do you think something’s wrong?”

It was the last thing I heard before I passed out...

* * *

I woke up in almost total darkness. Did I fall asleep? No. I couldn’t have. As I thought about it I realized there must have been something in the drink. What the hell was going on?

I blinked my eyes open more and looked around the room. I had no idea where I was. It was a room with no windows and only dim red bulbs for lighting. I tried to sit up and realized I couldn’t. I was lying spread-eagled on a table in the middle of the room. My wrists and ankles were held down by some kind of chains bolted into the corners. I was naked except for a skimpy pair of lycra briefs. Something really strange was going on.

As I strained my neck to look around, I could tell I was in something that resembled a dungeon. Along the walls were whips, chains and other gruesome instruments of torture. There was a spot along one wall where a person was chained spread-eagled but standing upright. I squinted through the dim light and realized it was Tom. He too wore only a tight pair of lycra briefs.

“Looks like they got us,” Tom said. “How do you feel?”

I jerked on the chains at my wrists. “What the hell is going on?”

Tom looked surprised. “You mean Lynn didn’t tell you about the party?”

I frowned. “She didn’t say anything about this.”

Tom was about to say something else when a door opened. Deena and Aunt Lynnelle walked in. They too were dressed differently. Lynnelle looked as sexy as ever. She wore a red catsuit which clinged to her body like a coat of paint. Her long blond hair rolled down her shoulders and back. Black zippers decorated the suit in strategic places and black boots completed her outfit.

Deena walked in wearing black boots, black lycra shorts, a lycra sport bra and her police hat. She was clearly in charge.

“Excuse me,” I said. “What’s going on?”

“Silence, scum!” Deena barked. “You are to say nothing or I’ll gag you.”

I saw Lynnelle give me a wink out of the corner of her eye so I knew everything would be okay.

“Now, Lynn,” Deena said. “Let’s see if these two slaves are worth anything, shall we?”

Lynnelle walked over to Tom and he jerked at his chains. He looked like he was just pretending to struggle and he enjoyed it. Deena took a key over to Tom and unlocked his hands. She still left his ankles chained. Deena guided Tom to his knees so he was positioned directly in front of Lynn, then Deena took a pair of handcuffs and secured Tom’s hands behind his back.

“All right, Tom,” Deena said. “I know what you’ve been up to with Lynnelle here. You’ve been fucking her, haven’t you?”

Tom had a feigned look of surprise on his face. “No, Deena, I--”

Smack! Deena’s hand slapped him across the mouth. “Still lying to me, I see? Well, we’ll take care of that.” Deena stepped behind Lynn and brought her hands around to the front of Lynnelle’s tight catsuit. She erotically slid her hands up and down the shiny lycra front of Lynnelle’s body, bringing a few moans of pleasure from my aunt. I was viewing all this from the side and I was getting very turned on just watching.

“Now, Tom,” Deena said. “Instead of lying with that mouth of yours, why don’t you put it to good use?” She slid her hands down to the crotch of Lynn’s outfit and cupped her mound. “Do you think you can give pleasure to this woman with that mouth? You’d better or else I’ll give you a punishment you’ll never forget.”

Deena unzipped the zipper in the crotch of Lynnelle’s red suit. Lynnelle moved closer and spread her legs over Tom’s face. Tom dived in and started licking Lynnelle right there. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was chained up and watching some guy lick my gorgeous aunt’s pussy. The only regret I had was that I wasn’t the one doing the licking.

“Oh...mmm...yesss,” Lynn moaned as Tom’s tongue tickled her. She took his head in her hands and crammed his nose and mouth tight against her mound. “Yess...oh...right there...yess.”

“You see?” Deena asked. “The lady likes it. Maybe you’re good for something after all, eh, Tom?”

Tom was too busy to answer. Lynn was grinding her crotch against his face as she moaned and groaned on the threshold of orgasm. Deena stood there watching and her hands slid down her body to her lycra shorts. She put one hand on the outside of her shorts and made small circles through the lycra over her clit as she watched Tom eat Lynnelle.

I was going out of my mind on the table. The tight lycra briefs I had on were getting tighter as I watched Deena and Lynnelle about to have orgasms. Tom kept licking and sucking and eating and Lynn kept grinding and pulling and tugging.

“Yes,” Lynn moaned. “Yes, right there....that’s it....I....want you...to make...me...cummmm....ohhhhhhh!”

Lynnelle shook and rolled as the orgasm ripped through her. She damn near suffocated Tom with her crotch as she tried to ride his face to get every single drop of pleasure out of him. Finally her climax subsided and she regained her composure.

“Was that good?” Deena asked Lynnelle.

“Oh, yes,” Lynnelle smiled.

“Good. Then let’s see what we have here.” Deena led Lynnelle over to the table where I was chained. My cock was sticking straight up under the lycra, which Deena noticed. “It looks like he enjoyed that too,” she said.

“Hmmm,” Lynn said. “What should we do about it?”

Deena gave me a dirty grin. “Yes, what?” Her hand rested on the bulge in my shorts. “Did you like seeing your aunt cum?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.

Deena walked behind Lynn and started running her hands all over her again.

“Do you like seeing your aunt in this sexy catsuit?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yes I do.” I didn’t know if Lynn would be embarrassed by my admitting that since I really was attracted to her, but it didn’t seem to bother her.

“If I let you cum, will you give me pleasure?” Deena asked.

“Yes I will,” I promised.

Deena climbed up on the table while Lynnelle and Tom just looked on. She started rubbing my huge bulge through the stretchy material which made it even harder. I was going out of my mind and thought I was going to cum when Deena produced a pair of scissors from somewhere and brought them close to my crotch.

“Um...what’s that for?” I asked.

Deena gave me a look of fake anger. “Quiet. You wouldn’t want me to lose concentration and slip, would you?” Then she put the scissors to my briefs and snipped a narrow slit in them. She brought my cock through the hole and it stood up for everyone to see. I felt a little embarrassed at first with my aunt standing there, but the feeling didn’t last long. Deena took the scissors to her own spandex shorts and cut a slit in the crotch. Then she climbed up and mounted me through the hole.

Deena’s hot, wet pussy slid down over my big cock. We had fucked several times in the past three weeks, but nothing was as erotic as this--being helpless in her dungeon and screwing through tight spandex. Deena began to pump up and down on my throbbing cock. I could feel it growing inside her as she rode and rode and rode. My mind became a white haze and the whole room started to spin. I heard Deena’s voice crying out, “Oh...yess...yess, Mike...ohhhh...fuck me...yes...like that...you like that don’t you?...oh...yess....fuck me hard....yes...ohhh...fuuuuckk...” At one point I opened my eyes and notice that Lynn was no longer near me. She was on the floor by Tom getting fucked doggy-style through the opening in her crotch. It didn’t take long for me to go over the edge. The sight of sexy Aunt Lynnelle getting fucked and the feel of Deena’s dripping cunt on my dick sent me into an orgasm so hot that I passed out...

* * *

I woke up at Lynn’s house in my bed. I couldn’t remember what happened after the dungeon. Was it all just a dream?

I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes. No. It had been real. But it was weird. I had no idea my Aunt Lynnelle was that kinky. Or that she was fucking her best friend’s husband. Or that Deena knew about it and didn’t care. Or that Deena’s husband knew about me and didn’t care. Man, what a weird world my Aunt Lynnelle lived in.

I got up and went into the bathroom. I was about to take a leak when I looked down and noticed my lycra shorts. They had a hole cut in the front just like I remembered.