Friday, February 8, 2013

Auntie Marilyn , Chapter 1 SeXStoRY

Chapter 1 Marilyn Goodge studied herself carefully in the mirror. "Am I getting old," she mused as she stroked her face, studying her high cheekbones with the close scrutiny that only a very beautiful woman could do. She was still a knock-out and she knew it, it was just that earlier on that day she had witnessed something which had shocked her profoundly and had caused her, for the first time, to wonder if she was getting old. The voluptuous 35 year old woman had just stepped out of the tub and having toweled her body vigorously she had caused her ruby red nipples to spring to immediate hardness. She cupped her breasts in her hands and held them lovingly, feeling a surge of sexual pleasure erupt in her body. Marilyn knew that she was horny, it wasn't easy being a beautiful widow with very high standards, none of the men in her immediate social circle really appealed to her, that was with the exception of Ronnie Goodge but then he was her dead husband's b*****r and it just wasn't done to have an affair with such a close f****y member. She had noticed of late that her attention was being drawn more and more to very young boys, in fact it was that very thing that had upset her so much earlier on in the day. The young widow had stopped by her b*****r-in-law's house to drop off a birthday gift for him. She hadn't bothered to knock on the door and had quietly entered the kitchen, only to realize that there was someone in the house. At first she thought it was her eleven year old nephew Peter and she hadn't thought anything of it, then she had heard other voices and she had just presumed that it was a couple of Peter's friends. But then, she heard a strange moaning that had caused her to stop dead in her tracks, it wasn't an ordinary moan, in fact she knew immediately what kind of a moan it was ... she might not have made love for a long, long time but she knew a sexual cry when she beard it! Whatever could be going on in the house, she had wondered and quietly moving through the house she made her way to the den where the sounds seemed to be coming from. The door was slightly ajar and peeping through the crack in the door, Marilyn saw, much to her horror her nephew Peter with his friend Seth Roberts hovering over Emmy Phillips' girl Jenny ... the only problem was that Jenny's sweater was up and she was not wearing a bra. The boys were cupping the girl's swollen, nipple-peaked mounds eagerly, tweaking and teasing the nipples and causing the young girl to writhe and squirm in her seat. Marilyn could hardly believe her eyes, Peter was only eleven and so was his friend Seth and Jenny Phillips wasn't more than thirteen years old. She had no idea that k**s of that age did things like that. Then she gasped inwardly as her nephew leaned over the young girl and started to suck one of her swollen rigid nipples up into his eager mouth. "Oooooooooh!" the young blonde girl moaned, her eyes almost popping out of her head as the boy licked hungrily at the tingling little bud as Seth continued to massage the other nakedly upthrust mound. "When are you going to let us look at your pussy, Jenny," Peter urged. "Another time," purred the young girl seductively, licking her lips sensually as the boys continued to play with her tits. "How about now?" Seth grinned lewdly, giving her breast an extra hard tweak. Suddenly Marilyn could bear it no longer and she coughed loudly, causing the young girl to thrust down her sweater quickly just before the older woman entered the den. "What's going on here Peter," she inquired, looking earnestly into the guilt-stricken faces of the young c***dren. "Oh Aunt Marilyn, what a surprise," blushed Peter, looking down quickly at his shoes. "I said, what's going on here," Marilyn said again firmly. "Nothing, we were just trying to get Jenny to go to the park with us," lied Seth Roberts. "I see, well, why don't you run along Peter ... and when Daddy gets home, tell him I left a gift for his birthday. Oh, and also, tell him to call me." Marilyn Goodge left the house quickly, she was in a quandary, should she tell her b*****r-in-law what she had seen at the house, or not ... she really didn't know what to do ... it was so embarrassing. * * * "Marilyn, are you serious," Ronnie Goodge exploded on the other end of the telephone later that evening, "you saw what?" "I saw your son Peter sucking Jenny Phillips' breasts, I'm telling you ... don't you believe me, Ronnie?" "I'm sorry Marilyn, to sound so disbelieving, it's just difficult to imagine young Peter doing such a thing, he's just a k**." "That's what I thought Ronnie, but both he and his friend Seth were playing with the Phillips' girl, I thought you should know." "Thanks Marilyn, I'll have a talk with Peter and oh, by the way, thanks for the birthday present, you're really sweet." "Goodnight then Ronnie, be gentle with Peter, he really is just a c***d." Marilyn Goodge hung up the telephone and moving over to the drinks cabinet she poured herself a stiff drink. She had been more than embarrassed to talk of such a thing with her handsome b*****r-in-law, especially as she always felt such a sexual undercurrent from him ... still, she had to do her duty, it was only right and proper. The older woman had just taken a bath and was now feeling quite relaxed, the drinks adding to her relaxation. She sank into the chair and picked up a book, pulling her bathrobe tightly around her voluptuous body. She looked like an old fashioned miniature at that moment, her black curly hair piled up on the top of her head like a Gibson girl, her cornflower blue eyes gazing into the distance, totally lost in thought. She sipped her second drink a little more slowly, feeling her nipples hardening against the fuzzy material of her bathrobe. Marilyn always felt embarrassed when her body spoke to her this way, it was almost as if it was telling her that it was hungry to be touched and caressed ... yet, what could she do ... she couldn't go out and solicit a man, she just wasn't that kind of a woman. Marilyn had been widowed a couple of years now and during that time she had had one brief affair with a doctor, but since that time no man had entered her life. For a long time, it didn't bother her but she had noticed over the past few months that she was feeling hornier and hornier, it didn't take very much to make her body flare up in a passionate need that demanded satisfaction immediately. She sighed languidly now, leaning back on the couch, allowing her robe to fall slightly open to reveal the swollen mounds of her breasts and the rose- tipped nipples nestled on the top of them. Marilyn gazed down at her body, allowing the robe to fall open enough to reveal her smooth belly and the provocative valley down between her parted thighs. She sucked in her breath now as she felt her flesh beginning to tingle with the wanton desire that she had been fighting for the past few months and almost unconsciously she trailed her hand down to the wide-set mounds of her breasts, slipping her fingers inside her robe and flicking them lightly over the pertly swollen buds of her nipples. The beautiful widow sighed as she began to gently massage her breasts, then still without thinking of what she was doing she allowed her hand to trail down her smooth satin belly to the steadily pulsating mound of her pussy and to come into alarming contact with the little bud of her clitoris. Suddenly the lust-contorted face of young Jenny Phillips sprang up in front of her and she knew now why it had disturbed her so much to see the boys playing with the young girl ... it was her own desire that she had seen mirrored in the girl's face. Beside herself now, not thinking of what she was actually doing, Marilyn tweaked harder and harder over the urgently pulsing little clitoral bud. She moaned softly at the titillating shocks of delight that shot out from her loins at the teasing contact of her finger on the ripe little bud, her buttocks undulating sensuously as she reached both hands lower to part the black-fringed lips of her cunt. More strained whimpers issued from her throat as her fingers spread the smoothly flowing cuntal moisture up and down the lust-tortured slit, and she could feel the fluttering in her stomach from her growing desire as she further intensified the lewd stroking on her pulsating clitoris. Marilyn continued the obscene self-caress unthinkingly for a moment longer, then with a sigh of shame and frustration, stilled her hand again, her body stiffening and her eyes opening wide to stare up at the ceiling in shock and humiliation as she realized what she was about to do. It was almost too warped and perverted for her to even imagine, and even here in the privacy of her own home Marilyn felt almost as embarrassed and ashamed as she should have if she had been caught in the act! She was confused, part of her felt that it was wrong and evil to touch herself and the other part of her was on fire for release, her lust was like a hot ball of fire in her loins and she knew that she had to have some kind of relief. Suddenly she arched her smoothly rounded buttocks of the couch, she had to release herself even if it did mean this lewd act. A shiver ran through her as she placed her finger back into contact with the lewdly pulsing little bud of her clitoris, moving downward again to spread the flowing cuntal moisture up and down along her glistening pussy- slit. Her fingers worked the hair-lined lips wider apart and began to probe teasingly up into the softly clasping upper flesh, sending further obscene shocks of pleasure and need to dart out over her lustfully quivering body. Her mind almost blotted out the guilt that welled parallel to her rising lust as she wormed her middle finger slowly up into the resisting tightness of her desire-heated pussy. She knew there was no way to stop herself now. She would never get to sl**p if she didn't do something to quell her consuming lust. Moaning distantly she burrowed her middle finger deeper, her thumb rubbing swiftly at the hotly throbbing bud of her clitoris as she arched her hips even higher and sank her finger to the last knuckle into her moistly parting cuntal flesh. Then with an even more insane whimper she surrendered completely to her obscene longing and began a lewdly writhing undulation of her body on the bed, finger-fucking with smooth even strokes in and out of the tightly caressing lips of her cunt. A stream of desperate moans and pleadings issued from Marilyn's throat as she began to finger-fuck herself in earnest. Her eyes and teeth clenched and she thrashed her body savagely from the obscene lust of passion that consumed her. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips and her fingers darting swiftly in and out of her tightly trembling pussy-lips, her thumb working with maddening effect on the pulsating bud of her clitoris. Her face flushed and she broke out in a shining coat of perspiration as the lovestarved widow strained for the still distant orgasm, groaning in lustful frustration and worming her finger even more rapidly in and out of the quivering warmth of her pussy. She tossed her head from side to side, whipping her long black curly hair undone from the confines of the bobby pins that were holding it up on the top of her head. Then she lifted her head up from the couch, gazing in shock down between the trembling mounds of her naked breasts and deriving a lewd thrill at the perverse sight of her own hand moving eagerly up and down between her widely scissoring thighs. Again she recalled Jenny's expression as her nephew Peter had sucked her breast and her sense of identification merged more clearly in the focus of her own heightened lust, and in spite of the thrills coursing wantonly through her naked loins and flesh, Marilyn could not quell the sob that rose in her throat at the shattering realization that above and beyond everything else she'd felt at the obscene encounter at her b*****r- in-law's house, she had been envious of the young girl being so lewdly fondled by the two young boys! Now Marilyn's body was thrashing savagely on the couch, her loins jerking madly to the probing strokes of her fingers working deeper and deeper into the quivering flesh of her cunt. The lips of her vagina flowered open wider to accept two fingers, and then three, up into her warmly yielding inner flesh, and she continued the frenzied stroking of her thumb over the little twitching bud of her clitoris, almost driving herself out of her mind with obscene passion. Then suddenly her whole body tensed and shuddered, and a series of obscene grunts and moans and whimpers spewed from her lips as she moved her finger in a staccato rhythm in and out of her burning loins. Her body uncoiled in a frantic whiplash motion, her legs opening and closing in desperation on the finger that still jerked in and out of the wantonly sucking lips of her pussy. Already Marilyn could feel the rising tide beginning deep up in her heaving belly. Spontaneous contortions racked her naked flesh as she hungered and fought for the release she now knew was imminent. Another spasm of obscene delight shook her, obliterating the last of her inhibitions with the salacious promise building in her loins. As reality began to fade, Marilyn emersed herself totally in the delirium of her selfinflicted passion. She drew her fingers almost completely out of her trembling cuntlips, stroking in an even more rapid motion over her swollen clitoris to send new, more wanton thrills to swell out from the pulsating flesh of her loins through every inch of her gyrating body. She worked her finger frenziedly back and forth over the quivering cuntal bud, sobbing and moaning in urgent supplication as the release she so urgently needed continued to elude her. Then giving out with an even louder moan she thrust her three fingers savagely back into the trembling little cuntal mouth. Marilyn's breasts heaved with the insane tossings of her lust-racked torso as she lunged her hips wildly up and down on the bed, jerking with the little spasms flowing spontaneously out through her loins. Suddenly the wanton woman began to feel her orgasm mounting inside her quivering pussy-flesh that surfaced swiftly in a blinding volcano of elation, bursting forth in a breathtaking wave of sensation that soared through every inch of her nakedly thrashing body. The lips of her cunt clutched and sucked at her lewdly fucking finger. Her breath rasped in short gasps, and she cried out in delirium, wallowing in her obscene bliss as the lightning-like sensations jolted relentlessly through her. Marilyn continued the rapid workings of her thumb over the pulsating bud of her clitoris until she'd extracted every bit of the obscene pleasure that her body had to offer. She writhed and bucked beneath her own finger as it continued to plunge in and out of the contracting walls of her pussy. She was riding the waves of her overwhelmingly sensational orgasm now, giving herself the release she had yearned for so long. She felt soft and yielding and very much a woman now as she sank back down onto the couch, satiated by her own hand, her lust-tormented body relaxed now. The tiny cringing wall of doubt began to mount in her mind now, however, as the orgasm faded and began to be replaced by the overwhelming pangs of doubt ... she was really perverted to do such a thing, she told herself over and over again in her mind ... there was no reprieve for her ... she was a lost woman!

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