The Strong Passions Of My Aunt

Beyond my marked attention in every way, our dinner and evening passed without anything worthy of record.

I was evidently high in their favor, probably for the reason that both began to have great hopes that I would serve their purpose in every way.

We retired early to rest, and I thus obtained three nights of uninterrupted rest, recruiting me after all the excesses I had indulged in before quitting home.

It was so fortunate that I was thus ready to satisfy the strong passions of my aunt, who was insatiable when her lust was let loose.

I awoke earlier than on the previous morning, and shortly afterwards, hearing a movement in the doctor's dressing room, I feigned sleep. It was, as I expected, the doctor coming to me in company with my aunt.

They approached my bedside. I had laid myself on my back purposely to allow the thin summer covering to be lifted up and bulged out by my stiff-standing pego.

I heard the doctor whisper to my aunt to draw her attention to it. She gently slipped her hand under the clothes and grasped it in her soft, fat fingers, upon which it throbbed so violently that I thought it politic to wake up at once.

My aunt was not at all put out but held it still in her hand with a gentle pressure. She said—

"My dear nephew, your uncle has brought me to see if I cannot relieve the extreme hardness and pain you feel in this immense thing of yours. Let me see it."

She now threw off the coverlet and brought to light my large prick in all the glory of the stiffest stand.

"My word! What a monster!" she cried.

Her eyes sparkled, and her face flushed as the sight met her full gaze. The doctor approached it and also handled it with evident delight.

"My dear, will you be able to put it in your natural warm bath? It is so very large!"

"Oh! I have not the slightest doubt but that I shall be able to soothe and deliver it of all pain—poor fellow, how it throbs! Does it hurt much, dear Alexander?"

"Oh, yes; your hand seems to make it even harder than before, but at the same time, it makes me feel so very queer, as if I were going to faint. Do relieve me, dear auntie; the doctor says you can if you like."

"I will do so, certainly, my dear boy, but the method is a great secret, known only to your uncle and myself, and you must assure me you will never mention it to anyone or tell how I cured you. It is only my strong affection for you that makes me anxious to do anything I can to relieve you. Do you promise to be discreet?"

"My dear aunt, you may be sure I shall be too much obliged to you ever to think of revealing your great kindness. Do, pray, do it at once; I feel so queer, and I am bursting with pain."

"Well, then, make room for me beside you, and I shall lie down; the doctor will cover us up, and I shall soon reduce the stiffness."

She got into bed, lay down on her back, and pulled the sheet over us, laying bare her splendid belly and, at the same time, opening her magnificent limbs and desiring me to get upon her, telling me she had a sheath in her body, which, when my hard doodle was put within, would soon relieve it of its stiffness. I got awkward with her.

She seized my standing prick and, placing its knob between the already very moist lips, told me to push it in as far as it would go. It glided into its delicious sheath and up to the cod piece in a moment.

"Oh, heavens!" I cried, "How nice! Dear, dear auntie, what shall I do now? I feel as if I were going to die."

My apparent innocence seemed to add to her pleasure. She threw the sheet that covered us on one side, and with arms and legs clasped around my body, she begged me to move my bottom up and down so as to make my doodle go in and out.

I followed her directions, and she seconded me with rare art, squeezing my instrument with wonderful pressure as I withdrew and she retired, to meet again the ups and downs with the most lascivious delight.

I felt the hand of the doctor embracing my testicles and gently pressing them. I became aware that the crisis was approaching and shoved home with a cry of rapture, but remembering my part, I exclaimed—

"Oh, I am dying, dear aunt; oh! oh! stop! stop! I—can't—can't—bear it." I sank away, but I could hear my aunt murmuring—

"Dear darling, delicious boy, I never had such a glorious prick in me or a better fuck before. I fear the dear child has fainted from the excess of pleasure and the newness of the sensation, but his glorious prick still throbs deliciously within me—only feel its root, doctor, how stiff it is."

I felt the doctor grasping it, making it throb violently as he did so.

"The dear boy is as stiff as ever. You will get another fuck out of him the moment he comes to himself. I am glad of that, for it is delightful to see you at it, especially with such a splendid prick operating upon you—it is the greatest treat you have ever given me in that way."

"I don't wonder at that, my dear, for I never met with such a fine prick in my life before, and little thought my nephew could have had such a splendid one in his trousers when we first saw him. Oh, I am lewder than ever and am spen—spen—spending. Oh!—oh!"

And she poured down another copious hot flow on my enraptured prick. I let her revel in the ecstasies of her second lascivious discharge until I found that her libidinous passions were again excited and longing for more active operations.