The Forbidden Path Of Love

I could imagine her to be Juno in all her glory before Jupiter, and well, he might be tempted to stray to the forbidden path of love if Juno had such a backside as the enormous and glorious one my aunt possessed.

She again squatted down, naked as she was, and poured out another torrent into the pot.

I felt overpowered at the sight and staggered back to my bed, and for the first time in my life, I felt constrained to rack off by self-pollution the excess of lust that gazing at such superhuman beauties had engendered.

I could hardly refrain from shouting out to relieve my till then suppressed excitement, especially when nature gave way, and there spurted forth a jet of sperm, actually from the bed against the door towards which I had pointed my prick while wildly frigging it, and in imagination shoving it into aunt—anywhere; for if ever the saying that "there was plenty of good fucking about all these parts" was applicable to anyone, it was supremely so in my glorious aunt's case.

Anyone might shove his prick against any part of her body and spend at once, out of excess of lust, at her very beauty, splendor of form, and exquisite color and fineness of skin.

Never, never have I met her equal.

Her power of fuck, too, was on a par with the immensity of size and of a quality to please the most fastidious or the most lustful.

Such were the first experiences that I had of my aunt's person, and as my narrative extends, the reader will become more intimate with her person and proceedings.

I sank to sleep, to dream of possessing her in every way, rivaling Jupiter with Juno and Mars with Venus, mere visions of the night, but which were in the after-days converted into sweet realizations of the most voluptuous and rapturous nature.

The next day, at our hour of recreation, Miss Donald walked out with us, and seeking a retired part of the grounds, while the girls amused themselves, I recounted to Miss Donald all I had seen and heard.

She at once came to the conclusion that I was destined to fall into the arms of my aunt.

"I am so pleased, my dear Alexander, that it will be into those of an extraordinary fine woman; you must, after your present experiences with me, have had someone to go to, and certainly you could not have a finer. There will, evidently, be every facility, for I read those hints, which have puzzled you, as intimating anything but reserve once you are admitted into the inner arcana of their lives, or I am much mistaken. There is one point I must strongly caution you about, and your general prudence and great good sense will make you appreciate its importance. Your aunt is evidently much experienced in erotic pleasures. If at once she found in you the extraordinary adept you are, she would never cease tormenting you until she discovered who had been your instructress. Now it must be evident to you that if she thought you and I were intimate in that way, she might draw evil inferences with regard to your sisters, or if not going so far as to think we had equally corrupted them, it is probable enough she might seek to remove me from their society. So you see, my darling boy, though it may be very difficult to do, you must, for all our sakes, determine to appear quite innocent and ignorant of everything connected with indulgence in amorous passions. You must not let yourself appear excited, but leave her to take all the initiatory steps, and I will make a mistake if she is not extremely ready to do so, but all the more so if she finds you apparently innocent. However much you now know of love's proceedings, you must keep a guarded check on your feelings so as not to let your knowledge become apparent in the smallest degree. She will, eventually, be twice as pleased if she thinks she has had your first fruits. Before you leave, I shall give you some short hints as to how to conduct yourself."

All this time I was getting rampageous, so begging her to stoop forward upon a stump, I tilted up her petticoats and fucked her from behind, frigging her delicious clitoris, and making her spend at the same time as myself. It was a hasty flight, but very sweet nonetheless, for we were both conscious that it was necessary to make the most of the short time I had yet to remain at home.

I mentioned my aunt's remark about having no rod at hand, and it was agreed that Miss Frankland should put one on the upper shelf of her wardrobe and accidentally leave the key in the door.

As this wardrobe remained in the room Uncle and Aunt were sleeping in, a woman's curiosity was sure to induce an examination of it. This answered a double purpose, for Miss Donald so arranged things that some excellent books full of little bits of paper inserted here and there, at highly moral or religious passages, led both uncle and aunt to have a very high idea of her moral character—for these were works that apparently could only be for her own private reading.