The Fiery Nature Of My Lustful Aunt

"Oh, my dear aunt, I do so want to piddle; my doodle at once gets as hard as wood if I at all restrain the inclination to do so; just feel how stiff it has become; will you let me go and piddle?"

"My dear boy, I will go with you and unbutton your trousers for you."

We went among the trees.

Her busy fingers undid my trousers and helped to bring forward my lordly cock in its glory.

Fortunately, I did want to piddle, and my aunt held it up as I did so, her eyes sparkling with lust as she handled it and her face flushed with her excited passions.

She remarked on what an astonishing size it was, gently rubbing it up and down.

Of course, it became more rampant than ever. Throwing my arms around her stooping neck, I asked her if she could not again relieve the excessive hardness and pain it was in.

"To be sure, my dear boy. Come here again into the summer house, where we cannot be observed."

We entered.

She put a cushion on the floor for my knees, threw herself on her back, and lifted all her petticoats well over her belly, exposing her very hairy cunt and its splendid pinky gash, already moist from her excitement. I threw myself on my knees, and stooping down, I said,

"I must kiss the dear reliever of my pains."

I kissed and tongued until my aunt begged me to raise my body and come upon her, thinking that she might quickly put me out of pain.

I rose and slipped my stiff member up to the hilt in her longing cunt, almost taking away her breath with the suddenness and completeness of the insertion.

Her legs and arms were around me in a moment, and at it we went hammer and tongs, until we quickly spent with cries of delight and sank in momentary oblivion, soon to recover our full sensations, and dashed again on passion's furious course, this time aunt pouring down her hot, boiling discharge before me, and again when she felt the torrent of my sperm shooting up to the top of her womb.

Our final crisis was even more ecstatic than the first time, and we lay longer in the soft language of the after-sensations.

The excessively voluptuous nature of her inward pressures soon re-illuminated all my libidinous desires and refired my prick with renewed force.

We soaked for a short time, each indulging in the delicious inward throbbings, until our lust could stand no longer such mere preliminary work, and stimulated anew, we rushed with freshened passions into the fray.

The fiery nature of my lustful aunt paid two tributes to Priapus.

This time our sensations were so ecstatic in spending that we really lost all consciousness and lay for a long time locked in the closest embrace.

I could feel that we were both becoming re-excited, but my aunt begged me to rise, saying that was enough for the present; the stiffness was allayed, and my weight was too much for her to endure longer.

I rose, but again buried my face in the wide gash of that glorious cunt, and before rising completely, I licked up the delicious foam and even ventured to give, as it were, an accidental lick to her little knob of a clitoris, for she was not much distinguished in that way; she shivered with excitement when I touched it and even pressed my head down upon it when she felt the pleasure pressure.

"My dear boy, what exquisite delight you give me! Continue for a little to keep moving your tongue on that hard projection."

I did so.

Her splendid backside wriggled below in the fullest enjoyment.

She rapidly came to an ecstatic ending, nearly thrusting my whole face into her vast orbit and spurting out a torrent of sperm all over my face and neck.

She seized me by the shoulders to draw me up so that she might kiss me.

My prick had regained its full vigor and could not fail to slip in of itself into that most lascivious and gaping cunt when it reached the entrance.

My aunt started at such an unexpected result but was too gratified to hesitate for an instant. Throwing legs and arms around me, her supple loins were in immediate action.

I myself was equally in a state of wild lubricity, so our course was even more rapid than at first, and we both spent and sank together in the delicious after-languor as soon as the ecstatic joy of the first rush of the exquisite discharge was over.

My aunt, who could not but be highly gratified, still kept up the appearance of relieving me; she desired me to rise and said we must go, as lunchtime was at hand.

"But, my darling nephew, you must yourself endeavor to keep down your hardness and not allow it to become stiff so often—you will injure me with your violence."

"Oh, my darling aunt, you give me relief with such exquisite pleasure that my doodle seems to harden only for the purpose of your relieving it—see how it is again bulging out of my trousers," for she had buttoned it up.

She put her hand upon it and squeezed it, but said, with a deep sigh,

"Come along, come along, or I do not know what might happen."

She drew me away, but by the manner in which she squeezed my arm, I could feel she was herself still greatly excited.

Her prudence alone enabled her to resist further indulgence, as she seemed to think I was still unaware of the real nature of our proceedings.

We found the doctor waiting for us at the luncheon table.

He guessed by the flushed face of my aunt the nature of our late employment and asked if I had been again troubled with my unnatural hardness.

"Yes, poor fellow," said my aunt.

"It appears that whenever he wants to piddle and cannot do so at once, it troubles him in that way, and I have had some difficulty in allaying it. I succeeded at last, but I have told my dear nephew that he must endeavor himself to restrain it in the daytime, as it is not always in my power to relieve him."