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Subject: Story "Aunt Carol And Her Little Book"
Date: Wednesday, March 14, 2001 7:19 PM
AUNT CAROL AND HER LITTLE BOOK
I learned that my Aunt Carol was going to come and stay with us for a week
during the entire summer, having divorced her husband and not actually having a
place to live. I was really excited about it. My aunt was something special to
me. She was one of the best-looking women I had seen in my life. I couldn't
imagine her husband stepping out on her and fucking some other broad, as she
had said. If I had her at home, I would never go anywhere else for pussy.
I was anticipating long talks into the night about things that interested both
of us. It seemed that we could talk all night about things that most people
would never discuss. I really liked being around my aunt. She was a marvelous
woman. I never really realized just how marvelous she was, until that one
particular visit. I had, of course, had the hots for her, and it was my secret
--- or, so I thought.
Aunt Carol had long, brown hair that hung to her shoulders, ending in a slight
curl. Her eyes were bright blue and seemed to have some sort of special
knowledge about people, just from looking at them. Her breasts were full and
large, and her hips were round and luxurious. I would say that her measurements
were close to perfect. But then, I was prejudiced. Real preudiced.
The very night she arrived, she had taken a shower and was lying in her bed, a
book open, her night stand light shining, making a little circle of light that
surrounded her like a halo.
I tapped gently on the half-open door, not wanting to wake my folks, and not
wanting to disturb her if she was really involved in her book.
"I thought you had a long day, and would be asleep by now," I said.
"Oh, no, come on in. You smell all fresh and clean, right out of the shower,"
she said.
"I took one right after you did." I was wearing my bath robe.
"Sit here," she said, patting the side of the bed beside her.
I gently closed the door and walked across the room and sat on the edge of her
bed. She smelled really nice, probably from the soap or some sort of body spray
she was wearing. The robe she was wearing let most of her cleavage show, and I
couldn't keep my eyes from it.
"What are you reading?" I asked.
"Some type of really nasty magazine, you know, about people who like to screw
in different places, and in some pretty strange situations. It kind of excites
me, you know."
I had never considered what my aunt did for sex. Now that she was divroce, I
presumed that she had boyfriends, or went out on dates. "Excites you? How?"
She laughed, a gentle, tinkling laugh that had the sound of bells. Her eyes
moved around the room, seeming to take everything in, and then fell on my
crotch for a few seconds. "Makes me hot."

"I bet."
She looked into my eyes. It was a different look than any she had ever given
me. "It does make me hot," she said, "real hot." She held up the little
digest-sized magazine, and it was about incest, something about family sex. I
looked at the page she was reading. It was about an aunt who was being
thoroughly fucked by her nephew.
I didn't know what to say. The way she was laying there, the way she was
looking at me, began to excite me. I could feel myself getting hard, thinking
about her. I shifted position, so that my hard-on wouldn't jump up between the
folds of my robe, and she noticed my shifting. There was a demure little smile
on her face.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
I shook my head and smiled. "Nothing," I said. Then I added, "Well, I'm getting
kind of hot, knowing that you're kind of hot."
"Oh, we can be hot together."
I sat there dumbly for a few seconds, then said, "That would be nice."
Her eyebrows did a little surprising dance on her forehead. She reached for the
part in my robe, and pulled the terry cloth aside. Her eyes widened as she
looked at my hard cock.
"Well, Doug," she said with a smile, "that looks like you really are quite
hot." She looked me in the eyes. "What would you like to do with that? Or, what
do you usually do with it?"
I looked right at her, and the fact that my cock was turning her on really made
me hot.
"Usually," I said, "I just pull on it this way." I reached down and gently
stroked my cock to the right. "Then, sometimes, for a thrill, I stroke it this
way." Then I pulled it to the other side.
Her eyes widened, and so did her smile.
"Then," I said with a laugh, "for a really strange piece, I use the other hand,
but only once in a while."
She sat up and leaned toward me, letting her robe fall open.
"Can I stroke it for you, I mean, just for a really strange piece?"
I nodded. "Sure you can."
She reached over and wrapped her smooth, warm hand around my dick. To my
delight, she moved her other hand to my balls, pressing and pulling them as she
stroked me.
"How about a really, really strange piece?" she asked.
"OK," I said. My voice sounded distant, choked. I had no idea what she had in
mind.
She bent over my lap, and I felt her warm, wet tongue run around the head of my
throbbing dick. That was a feeling I had never, ever experienced.

She took it deep into her mouth, and I could feel her tits rubbing against my
naked thigh. Her tits were warm and pliant, and I moved a hand under them and
felt of them, squeezing one, then the other. I moved my hand gently under her
tits, finding her hard nipples. I pinched each one gently, eliciting a slight
moan from her.
She suddenly let go of my cock and raised up and looked at me. She didn't say
anything, just looked into my eyes. She stood suddenly, and pulled her robe
apart, letting it fall to the floor. She stood in front of me naked, and I
looked at her tits, and then at her flat stomach, my eyes traveling down to her
hairy pussy.
The hair made a giant V right beneath her navel, and beneath that, I could see
her pussy lips, hair poking out of the side of each one of them. My cock
throbbed and jerked in response to what I was looking at.
She lay on the bed, lifting her legs at the knees, and then spread her legs
wide. I got the hint, and I took off my robe and lay on top of her. I could
feel my cock at the hot, wet entrance to her pussy, and she guided me inside
her with her fingers. She reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks, pushing me
into her. I began thrusting, feeling the warm wetness deep inside my aunt's
pussy. My balls were sticky as I moved them against her ass. I thust faster,
her pressing against my ass helping me keep a rhythm that she wanted. I could
feel her legs begin to gyrate and move around, and I knew that she was about to
cum. I came just as she did, and I could feel my throbbing, jerking dick spurt
jizz deep inside her as she moaned softly.
I pulled off her and lay beside her.
"We gotta write to this magazine, Doug, and let them know about us. Maybe
they'll print our letter!"
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