Every summer holiday as far back as I could remember was spend at my Aunt and Uncle's house in the countryside and this year was no exception. My parents would make the 20 mile drive out of town, down winding country roads, cross the rolling hills and through the endless tree lined fields. They would leave me with my Aunt, who was my father's youngest sister for the entire school holiday - a period of six weeks that seemed to stretch, at my age, for an entity. I loved it, without my folks around I could pretty much whatever I wanted... and I got away with murder. Usually at the end of my holidays, when I would have to return for school, I would hate to leave.

I loved the secluded old ivy-covered mason style, with its rambling gardens surrounded in dense woodlands as far as the eye could see. As my parents pulled away down the sweeping gravel driveway, my Aunt and I stood together and waved goodbye. It was now time for some cookies... in my Aunt's house there was always lots of nice things to eat and drink. My Uncle was never around and never knew the reason, so besides my Aunt potting around her enormous estate, I was pretty much left alone to play carefree.

People would say that we looked a lot like each other, like she was my mum or more often, my big sister... I liked that. She always looked so well groomed and perfect in her attire... everything matched everything else... with her girlish face, strong eyebrows, and slender nose. I guess she must be thirty-something, but her spiky fringe made her look much younger.

In previous holidays I would explore this fantastic old house, play all sorts of childish games in the huge gardens and surrounding woodlands. But this holiday was different. From the moment I arrived, it was not the same place. My eyes saw things in a new light this summer... I guess my monster had changed everything... nothing would ever be the same again... not even my childhood playground. My Aunt told me to take my rucksack upstairs and unpacked.

The old house had many rooms, some musky, dusty and seldom used. My rather eccentric Aunt had collected all kinds of art and sculptures from a myriad of origins and they were scattered throughout the house. As I looked around the guest bedroom, some of these objects that had eluded my scrutiny until now... what appeared previously as strange and curiosity, actually on close inspection of was incredibly erotic and illicit... my little cock became rock hard examining a very phallic Indian statuette, perfect for my anus I thought... another of a demon-like figurine with disproportionately large genitals... I picked it up and licked its rampant cock...

The night here was incredibly dark. Without any street lamps, car lights or the glow from neighboring houses, there was nothing to break the inky blackness and thousands of stars that filled the night sky. Also at night, there was no sound... coming from the busy city, this was something I was not use to. This time I actually looked forward to some nasty fun in the dark silence of this erotic playground...

It had been late in the afternoon when we first arrived my Aunt had run a bath for me, as she had done every night of my stay in previous years. The guest bathroom smelt of a particular brand of soap that my Aunt favored. The bathroom itself was large by my family's standard, everything was sparking clean as I was the only one that ever used it.

She watched me strip down and as I glanced in the mirror I noticed an exciting twinge come across her face at the sight of my skinny naked body that immediately made the blood surge to my cock... I quickly jumped into brimming bath water that was filled with soapy bubbles, so that she wouldn't notice my arousal.

I remembered being bathed for years, even a vague recollection of shared bath times many years earlier... in those times seeing my Aunt naked was nothing unusual. Bath time was always fun... splashing her, climbing over her, swimming around her soft form. But that had been a little time ago now.

Taking a wash clean from the sink, my Aunt bend down over the bath rim and rubbed the soapy water across my back and down my arms. It felt slightly abrasive but refreshingly pleasurable. She soaped my chest and stomach... and reached down between my legs and rubbed the coarse material of the washcloth up and down my crotch. My cock responded to her firm touches that had discovered my excited state... she was now masturbating me very slowly through the material that was now wrapped around my cock and balls... I didn't say or do anything, just sat in the bath water as if everything was normal, but I knew it wasn't... it felt dirty, horny and I wanted to moan for faster movement. But I continued as if I was unaware of what these sexual sensations meant. Maybe she had done this before and I had not understood the significance... Fuck the way she was rubbing me was bringing me dangerously close to orgasm.

She abruptly stopped her tease game and turned to retrieve a thick white towel from the rack. She told me to climb out and stand up on the thick bath rug, so she could towel dry me. This time I made no pretence to hide my hard little member. She slowly towel dried me, again paying special attention to my stiff little genitals. Again, I pretended as if everything was perfectly normal, though I yearned for release. It didn't happen.

As I stepped naked into the guest bedroom my freshly pressed pajamas were laid across the big double bed. My Aunt pulled the large ceramic chamber pot out from under the bed and told me to 'do my business' before bed. I never quite understood what the necessity was to use this antiquated device, when the bathroom had a perfectly good toilet... before I had always just done what I was told.

I pulled my hard pecker downwards under the lip of the pot and let a little stream of dark yellow piss pour forth into the cool ceramic container as my Aunt watched. A small 'plop' was followed by several more and I was done. The warm dry washcloth was rubbed across my genitals and anus hole. My cock was sure to drip urine and pre-cum, while my dirty little ass leave a nasty long skid mark in the cloth.

My heart raced a million miles an hour with lurid thoughts, about her motives and what exactly she was going to get up to whilst she thought I was fast asleep. She helped me step into my pajamas, her face was very close to my stiff member, I thought for a moment she was going to take me into her mouth, but she pulled the elastic waste up and over my waistline and patted me on the bum.

She pulled back the bed cloths and I jumped in between the cool crisp sheets. She leaned over me, telling me to have sweet dreams and kissed me goodnight on the lips. Retrieving the tainted bowl from the floor by its antique handle, she turned the light out and closed the door.

I immediately jumped out of bed, diving my hands into my pajama pants and masturbating myself vigorously. I slowly opened the door to the guestroom and looked down the long corridor. It was all clear. My Aunt had gone to her bedroom taking my pre-teen offerings with her. It felt so nasty pretending to be naïve, leading my Aunt on to think that I was unaware of what games she must have played for many of my young years, preying on my innocence.

Maybe the door would be locked I thought? It wasn't and I silently slipped into the dimly lighted room. Black candles burned and the pungent smell of incense filled the air. She must have prepared this before I took my bath. I quickly hide behind a large wooden chest of draws and as I inched forward I had a perfect view of my Aunt kneeling naked in the centre of the large carpeted room. Her clothes had been removed, scattered across the room in some haste. She was breathing heavily and was so eager to begin her evil little ritual, that she was totally obvious to my presence.

Between the naked rear of my kneeling Aunt and a large oval standing mirror was the soiled cloth and ceramic chamber pot. With one hand between her legs, pleasuring herself, and the other bringing the cloth to her face. She first inhaled the smells from the raw cloth, tonguing the shit stain from my ass wiping. She then soaked the entire cloth in the piss and shit mixture of the pot. Her slender fingers worked her fuck hole that drips with her slimy cunt juices.

Bringing the piss soaked cloth to her mouth she sucked at the trapped fluids in the material... I have an unobstructed view of her reflected in the mirror... but I don't see my Aunt, I thought I saw a demon smearing my small shit pellets across her small chest, then bringing her dirty fingers to her mouth, whispering...

'Oh master of all evil... he must be close to the age of knowing... his urine and feces taste better each year... let me test him... so that we may offer you sacrifice... oh perverted demon I have waited so many years to abuse this child... let me take him and use him for our mutual pleasure.'

She picked up the chamber pot and drank its disgusting contents.

She convulsed in our own private ecstasy... a voice in my head says 'YES you want more. Her soul is yours for the taking'.

Silently I move back into my bedroom, slip beneath the light bed cloths in fake sleep. A light from a crack in the door fell across my face... and as the light faded, I quickly removed my pajama bottoms... as my eager cock demands attention with manipulative thoughts of my new situation. Predator will be come prey I thought... soon my nasty Aunt is do anything I want...

I was looking forward to bath time the next day. All day I had been imagining all sorts of situations involving sexual activities with my Aunt. When I heard the sound of the bath water running, I flippantly asked her to join me like we did years ago. My request was unexpected and caught up in the moment she hesitantly agreed. As we stripped naked, I made it no secret that my cock was very hard... not in boyish fun... but in a sexual thirst.

My Aunt's body was firm and slender, her breasts almost flat and boyish. She got into the shallow water first, maybe out of initial embarrassment, as it had been many years since we had done this. But I kissed her full on the mouth, the point of my tongue forcing its way between her puckered lips. She was shaking with excitement. I reach below the waterline and lift the plug... as the water quickly drained and I climbed into the tub facing her.

As I touched myself lewdly in front of her, she looked hungry and excited. One of my hands fingered my anus, whilst the other idly stroked my penis. She was now crouched on all fours in front of me, her nipples pointed like bullets and her shaved cunt glistened with fresh sex juices. I told her that loved our bath times, but this time I need to make pee-pee. I looked coy and desperate, but my hand thrust up and down my cock flesh. As I pointed my cock towards her upturned face I started to urinate over her...

'Drink' I ordered as she gulped like a dying fish at my acrid yellow piss stream. Her mouth quickly followed the piss to its source, sucking my hard little cock in her hot lips. Her mouth felt like a tight cunt, sucking, licking and scraping the edge of her teeth against the delicate underside of my penis.

The smell of my urine filled the air... I told her that I was thirsty too... to which she grinned evilly.

'You are quite a little devil aren't you?' in a mock telling-off tone.

She picked me up in her arms and carried me into her bedroom and to a door to a room that I had not entered before in all my years of staying in her house. Inside the small windowless room, every wall was covered with images of child pornography, of huge cocks entering young bodies, men sodomizing young boys of my age, men fucking flat-chested young girls, boys sucking other boys, girls licking mature shaved cunt lips and sucking their filthy asses, children performing oral sex with various animals, young open mouths drinking piss from older children... the room was perfumed in the dank smell of piss and fecal matter... it was her temple of perversion, dedicated to her own deviant demons of lust (her monster).

We tongue-kissed for a long time. I could taste my piss in her saliva. As we broke from our wet kiss, she laid me on my back across the putrid floor and squatted over my face.

'Drink young demon, long I have waited for this moment... and tomorrow you will meet many others like us'.

My tongue briefly explored her loose labia and thick clitoris, before she began pissing into my open mouth. Her piss tasted strong and heady. There was just too much to swallow, as the deluge poured forth and drenched my face, hair and upper body, as I wallowed in its depravity. She panted heavily. Her shit quickly followed and as it filled my mouth cavity with its foul stench and equally foul taste, she moaned lewdly... it was as if I could feel the years of her patient devotion to Satan, waiting for this very moment of release...

I was looking forward to meeting others like me...

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Part 4 - A New Playground