A Lusty Introduction About My Aunt's Figure

She had the hardest, as well as the biggest, backside I ever met with.

I am quite sure that when she was standing upright, a child might have stood on the immense projections of her buttocks.

Her thighs were positively monstrous in their mighty proportions, as hard as iron, exquisitely molded, and of a fairness and smoothness that rivaled ivory, which, in another respect, they much resembled, namely, in feeling cold to the touch.

Her legs were worthy of the glorious frame they supported, and she finished off with a pair of charming, clean-run ankles and very small feet for her size.

As her chemise was short-sleeved, the grand magnificence and beauty of form of her splendid arms and neck, where the bubbies came out in all their perfection and brilliancy of skin, were fully displayed.

As may be supposed, not a bone was to be traced in her upper neck, but all was dazzling in color and flesh, which is such a beauty in a woman.

When a woman shows her gaunt collar bones, it is proof of bad breeding and a common occurrence.

Aunt's truly grand bubbies rose magnificently over her bodice, which I thought at the time was their support, but this glorious woman required nothing of the sort, for when perfectly stripped, her bubbies stood out firm and projecting in all their grandeur, and they were of the largest, worthy of all her other fully developed charms.

Her belly alone was somewhat too prominent when standing up, but as she never had children, it did not at all hang flabbily and ended in one of the most prominent and largely developed montis Veneris I have ever met with, profusely covered with the fairest of curls, which did not prevent her lovely creamy skin from shining through them.

She was well provided with hair on that part, but after the extraordinary hairy covering that Miss Donald possessed and with which I had so often toyed, all other women appeared as nothing in that way.

My aunt, after donning a nightrobe, sat down in her toilet and proceeded to let down her massive bunch of tresses.

Here, she was indeed richly gifted; her hair was all her own, in the utmost profusion, and, tall as she was, fell much below her buttocks and was so thick that she could let it spread over both back and front and completely cover her nakedness.

Titian must have had such another magnificent head of hair for one of his models, for it exactly resembled, except in being somewhat of a fairer hue, his celebrated Magdalen in the Pitti Palace in Florence, where she is represented covered only with the rich profusion of her ringlets.

Such was my aunt, and often and often afterwards, she indulged all my fancies by showing herself off in every voluptuous attitude with this, the greatest ornament of woman, flowing in the utmost profusion over her glorious and mighty charms.

Meanwhile, the doctor had undressed, but it may well have gone perfectly unnoticed by me. I had a better game in view.

He, too, had donned a Robert de Chamber and sat down with his wife to have a chat over the occurrences of the day.

Of course, their conversation very naturally turned to mine.

They began by congratulating themselves, saying that the good fortune of the family was partly reflected on them by the circumstances of my being put under the doctor's care.

The lady remarked how doubly fortunate it was, as the little scandal that had happened had, for some time, prevented their having any pupils at all. The doctor said,

"Never mind that, my love, this little fellow will soon be the decoy duck for others; he seems a nice, gentle lad, but I shall seek to have some talk with him tomorrow and see what he is made of; boys, under women's instructions, are generally mere milksops."

"I don't think you will find it so in this case," added my aunt. "I am not a bad judge of character, and I feel certain that Miss Donald is too stern and firm of purpose not to have bent any boy's will to her bidding; I fear, on the contrary, she has, if anything, been too severe with him, for my sister told me that she had full power to wield the rod, but, after one or two severe bouts, she completely mastered them, and that their progress was really very great and most satisfactory, as Mr. Nicolas, Alexander's guardian, who had examined him, had reported most favorably thereon. But he appears to be insignificant, undersized, thin as a whipping post, pale, and somewhat sickly-looking; he appears much younger than he is and seems hardly fitted for what you and I would delight in. Eh! dear doctor?"

I did not understand at this time what her allusion meant, but it was followed by the doctor stooping forward, kissing her, and, I have no doubt, tongueing her too.

He first thrust a hand below her beauteous bubbies, and then, pulling up her chemise, began foraging between her legs.

She put down her hairbrush and laid hold of his cock, but quickly said,

"Don't excite me, my dear; you see, this poor fellow can do nothing without a rod, and we have none here, so be quiet and go to bed; that is a good boy."

Obeying her, he rose, threw off his robe, put on a nightcap, and tumbled into bed.

He was sound asleep before his magnificent spouse had finished her toilet.

When it was concluded, she took off her coat and drew her chemise over her head.

I doubt if it could have fallen over her enormous buttocks.

She then walked across the room in my direction, stark naked as nature made her and strikingly magnificent in the firmness of her tread and the glorious uprightness of her truly superb grandeur of form.

She then walked across the room in my direction, stark naked as nature made her and strikingly magnificent in the firmness of her tread and the glorious uprightness of her truly superb grandeur of form.

I was positively awestruck.