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Auntie Marilyn, Part One
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Auntie Marilyn
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 brother and it just wasn't done to have an
affair with such a close family 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 brother-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 kids 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 children.
"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 brother-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 kid."
"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
child."
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 brother-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 it 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 sleep 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-tucking
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 love-starved 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 mote 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 brother-
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 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 self-inflicted passion. She drew her fingers almost
completely out of her trembling cunt-lips, 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 tucking 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
tiring, she told herself over and over again in her mind . . . there was
no reprieve for her . . . she was a lost woman!
Chapter 2
Ronnie Goodge hoped that he had handled the situation correctly as he
watched his eleven-year-old son saunter out of the house on his way to
school. He had had a good talk with his son and had gotten the boy to
finally admit that he and his friend Seth Roberts had been fooling around
with young Jenny Phillips . . . the only thing that troubled Ronnie was
that Peter swore that the girl's sweater was down when his sister-in-law
had entered the room . . . which meant only one thing . . . that Marilyn
had been watching at the door!
It wasn't easy for Ronnie Goodge to bring up his young son alone, his
wife had left him when the boy was only three years old and he had never
heard from her since, nor wanted to for that matter. Over the years
Ronnie had had more than one girlfriend and several times he had been
tempted to re-marry but he had never quite felt strong enough about any
one girl to tie the knot. He was fatally attracted to his sister-in-law
Marilyn, and now with his brother's death he had grown even fonder of her.
He knew that it wasn't proper for a man to want his own dead brother's
wife but he did. He never got very far with Marilyn, however, even on the
occasions when they were drunk together, she was always aloof . . .
holding herself back, not quite letting her hair down altogether with him.
Ronnie knew however that she must be madly frustrated, he knew that
she hadn't had a boyfriend in a long, long time and now, realizing that
she had virtually been a peeping tom with the children, convinced him even
more than she was ripe to be fucked. The only problem is, he thought to
himself, how can I do it!
* * *
Later on that day, after school, young Peter Goodge and his friend
Seth Roberts were hanging out at Seth's house, talking about their mishap
the previous day.
"So was your Dad hopping mad?"
"Not really, he just told me that I was a little young for such
things and that I should watch my step from now on, he was kind of
embarrassed if you know what I mean and didn't really want to talk about
it anymore."
"Did he say anything else about your aunt?"
"No not really, only one thing did puzzle me, after Dad made the
remark. Do you realize that my aunt must have been watching us for quite
a while before she came in because she told my Dad I was sucking Jenny's
tits, now you know we heard her cough and Jenny shoved her sweater down,
so her tits weren't even exposed when Aunt Marilyn came into the room."
The two boys looked at each other, their eyes widening with
excitement.
"You realize what that means, don't you Seth," young Peter Goodge
grinned lewdly.
"No . . . puzzled the other boy.
"It means that Aunt Marilyn was watching us through the crack in the
door because she's frustrated. She hasn't had a man in a long, long time
and I think she's horny."
"What!" exclaimed Seth.
"That's right and what's more I'm going to find out if it's true."
"What do you mean Peter?"
"Well . . . I want to lose my virginity, you've already fucked your
sister and your cousin, how about if I get to fuck my aunt."
"You're kidding!"
"Nope, I'm not . . . I've thought about it all day long, I'm going to
go to my aunt sort of tearful like, then I'm going to ask her to explain
the facts of life to me, tell her I don't really know about girls or
anything and that my Dad is too embarrassed to talk to me about it. Make
her feet sorry for me, not having a mother and all. I've got something
else too that will loosen her up a bit."
"What?"
"Some hashish."
"She'll never smoke it, she's too uptight."
"I know, but I talked with Jenny at school today, her mother is at
work all day long and tomorrow Jenny said she would bake me some brownies.
I'm going to give her some hash for the brownies and then I'll give one or
two to my aunt, tell her they are Boy Scout cookies or something! "
"Oh boy, do you think she'll go for it?"
"She won't know what's hit her, she'll eat the brownies, then I'll
start talking to her about sex, she'll start getting all worked up,
because I'm telling you she's really horny and then hopefully after that
everything will be a cinch."
Chapter 3
"How nice of you to come and see me," Marilyn Goodge said a little
nervously to her nephew Peter. She was still embarrassed from the sexual
encounter she had witnessed with young Jenny Phillips and didn't know
quite how to act around her attractive young nephew. It was almost as if
she were seeing him for the first time, she had only thought of him as a
little boy, but now, having seen him suck Jenny's nipples so expertly she
was beginning to see him in another light.
"I brought you a little present too Auntie," Peter smiled, thinking
lewdly of all the things he wanted to do to his aunt once he got her
stoned and loosened up. He knew all about what a guy did to fuck, he had
just never done it yet and he was anxious to try it.
"What do you have Peter," Marilyn asked curiously.
"A few brownies. They're from the Boy Scout bake sale. I thought
you might like one with your tea."
"How thoughtful of you Peter, I'll put the kettle on."
Half an hour later, having consumed at least three brownies and drunk
two cups of tea, Marilyn Goodge was relaxing in the living room of her own
house.
"It really was nice of you to come and see me Peter, it's kind of
like old times, isn't it."
"Yes Auntie," the young boy said quietly, "only there is something I
wanted to talk to you about."
"Oh really Peter, what is it."
"Well . . . I don't know quite how to say it, but not having a mother
has made things a bit difficult for me."
"Oh I know Peter, I know," the older woman said sympathetically,
laying her hand on her young nephew's thigh in a motherly sort of way.
Marilyn wasn't quite sure what was happening to her but for the past
few moments she had begun to feel sort of different, it was almost as if
she had had a few drinks but not quite, it was a different sort of
feeling, one that she couldn't quite identify. Suddenly however, she
noticed how everything had taken on a kind of surreal quality, and young
Peter was beginning to blur in her consciousness into pictures of her dead
husband and then his father and then back to his boy-face again. I wonder
what's going on with me, she puzzled. Then she shot her attention back to
her nephew, he seemed to be staring at her intently as if he were
expecting something from her. Then she realized that he was waiting for
her to say something.
"Oh, I'm sorry Peter, I don't know what came over me," the older
woman confessed, running her hand over her brow in an effect to calm
herself. "What was it you wanted me to help you with?"
"Well I'm sort of embarrassed, but you know Auntie, I don't know
anything about . . . well, you know . . . men and woman, sex and all that,
how babies are born. I mean I don't know anything about it," the boy
finished lamely.
Marilyn Goodge took a deep breath, she was a little shocked and
embarrassed at her nephew's question but not as much as she thought she
would be, after all she was only doing what his mother would have done if
she had been there at that moment. What she didn't know, however, was how
to put it in terms the boy could understand. She wasn't prepared though
for his next remark.
"What I really want to know Auntie, is how men and women do it."
Marilyn Goodge gulped, she could hardly believe that her young nephew
was asking her such an outlandish question, how on earth could she answer
him!!!
"What I mean Auntie, is, what is the difference between boys and
girls, you know, down there . . ."
The young widow drew in her breath, "Well Peter," she said slowly,
"the man has a penis and the woman has a vagina . . . that is an opening.
Now in the act of sexual intercourse the male's penis is inserted into the
female's vagina. The male ejaculates and if the female happens to be
ovulating at the time and the sperm unites with one of the eggs, that will
cause "Oh," the boy said looking very puzzled. "Then what is it when
boys and girls play with each other, you know, play with a girl's tits and
all that kind of stuff that the boys talk about at school."
"Peter, I really don't know how to answer you, this is very difficult
for me."
"Well Auntie, what I really want to know is how do people fuck."
Marilyn Goodge was stunned, she could hardly believe her ears, was
this her eleven year old nephew talking to her this way . . . it couldn't
be . . . it just couldn't be. And, she still felt so strange, what was
wrong with her, even Peter's face seemed to be coming in and out of focus.
Peter Goodge was elated, he knew that his aunt was stoned out of her
gourd, even though she didn't know it, he could tell. He could see that
he was really arousing her also, he could tell by the way her hands were
fidgeting up and down her sweater. She seemed to have a far-away look on
her face too, and her lips were moving almost as if she were talking to
herself. He noticed now how her tongue began to dart nervously out of her
mouth and to lap around her lips sensually. Suddenly the young boy knew
that he had to be very daring, his aunt was in an altered state of
consciousness and it was time for him to make his move. With a trembling
hand, he reached up toward one of his aunt's swollen breasts.
Marilyn Goodge wasn't aware of her nephew's movement until his hand
was actually in startling contact with her voluptuously molded mound . . .
then she started so violently that Peter drew back his hand rapidly.
The young widow stared down in mute shock at her young nephew, she
was stunned by his action and couldn't do anything but stare at him. She
didn't know how to re-act . . . everything seemed so unreal to her!
"I'm sorry Auntie, I'm really sorry," the boy sobbed.
Marilyn was suddenly aware of the tiny tingling shivers of excitement
that were beginning to course up and down her spine as she looked at her
handsome young nephew. There was a fluttering in her stomach and a
pounding in her heart and her breath was coming in short rasps. She knew
that she should have been angry and shocked at her eleven year old
nephew's outrageous behavior and yet she couldn't help but admit to
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