Grant Roberts - The wayward wifes

And it had. The large nipple seemed to burst from the ruby aureole around it, popping into view like a worm from an apple, and Patty had gasped. Rosalie had led her to the wood-slat bench and had told her to lie down upon it, and then she had proceeded to exercise the tiny breasts, causing Patty to breathe more rapidly and harder, “Oh… oh… oh!”

It had been terribly exciting, she had thought afterwards, but she never knew whether it had been genuine passion or not. She had, in subsequent years, refused to think it had been sexual arousal, for at that time, she did not even know the word, much besides the feeling. She had automatically reached out again and touched the wondrously soft breast of Auntie Rosalie, and Auntie had then told her how to rub and twist and cup her so as to make it better. “Yes… yes, sweets… that’s it… that’s it…”

Auntie Rosalie had soon moved her other hand down to the thin slit of Patty’s hairless little cunt, her eyes feasting on the mound, with excitement. Patty had let her do it without question, not afraid or worried, as Auntie was a wonderful friend she had loved. She had kept massaging the warm breast Auntie proffered, tracing a finger over the nipple, marveling on how it was so big and just stuck out! It was so firm and had no prominent veins or anything imperfect about it as her mother’s had.

“Oh, Patty, you’re so good,” Auntie had exclaimed. “If you only knew how much I wanted you since you came this summer!” She had begun to twist about, moving her body until it was beside Patty on the bench, her legs stretched out and her heels off the floor and she continued to pillage the virginal girl’s cunt. Patty had noticed that Auntie’s hand was no longer on her breast but that it was between her own legs, pulling and stretching the secret area hidden by the soft mat of pubic hair… just as she was doing to Patty. Her vaginal area was dry and Auntie Rosalie’s fingers hurt a little, but she had been too full of wonder and excitement to protest.

“Ooooohhhhhhh,” Auntie had gasped. “I’ve just got to eat you up!” Patty hadn’t know what she had meant, but merely stared as Auntie stood and spread the towel on the floor, then beckoned to Patty to come join her. Patty had dropped to her knees in front of the lying woman, and then arms went about her and she had been pulled to Rosalie and they had kissed. Auntie’s mouth was open and her tongue played around, and Patty, catching the idea, opened her mouth and accepted the tongue. Auntie had rolled about, clutching the child tightly to her, moaning and making noises and moving her body against Patty. Then the aunt had moved from Patty’s face downwards, sucking the lump of forming breast, still shifting and moving around. It was all so quick and new to Patty, but she had yet to complain, it being so soft and gentle.

Rosalie’s tongue traversed Patty’s belly and had gone deep into her crotch. She had moved to a better position and spread the matchstick legs apart and licked the insides of the young thighs and probed beneath the crotch with her finger until the tip of it found the anus.

“Oh, we have two little holes here,” she had observed excitedly. “And let’s see what’s hidden in here.

Patty had lain transfixed as Auntie stretched apart the nubile cunt lips and explored both visually and with her fingers. Later, Patty could remember that, and she had repeated the act in front of mirrors, wondering if her vagina really looked that pretty to somebody else. By the look on Auntie’s face, it did at the time, and Patty had a great sense of pride, a new feeling of confidence at becoming a woman…

Auntie had licked upwards then, inserting her tongue where her fingers had been, and Patty jerked with the wild touch. It had been so wonderful and warm and nice and loving. The licking and sucking had continued as if Auntie was trying to find something, although it had been too early in Patty’s maturation for a clitoris to be discernible. Patty had watched her aunt intently, breathing heavier and heavier as the tongue had darted in and out, loving the feeling of the suction of her lips.

Rosalie had shifted to her knees, her face and mouth pressed hard between the little girl’s legs, and when Patty had moved her she could see that her aunt had her hand between her own legs, and she had heard the unmistakable slushing sound which later she had experienced when she masturbated.

“Oh… oh… Oh… oh,” Rosalie had moaned in a funny, slow whine. She had raised her head long enough to say; “I’m going to cum, Patty. I’m… going… to… cum! Tell me you love me, Patty, tell me you love me!"

“I love you, Auntie Rosalie.”

Her body had convulsed and contorted in rapid jerks, and she had made more pitiful whines and sighs. Then she had suddenly jumped upright into a sitting position and looked at Patty with a wide and satisfied smile on her face. “Oh, sweets, you were wonderful!“ she had gurgled. She then grabbed Patty in a tight embrace and kissed her cheeks and neck and shoulders. “You were so very good! But let’s not tell Mummy or Daddy or anybody about this, all right? We’ll keep this a secret just for us, and maybe, if you’re a good girl, we can do it again!” Patty had nodded and smiled pleasantly back, which evidently the aunt took as a sign of agreement.

She tossed in Marcia’s bed, whimpering and moaning with the dream of her first experience with sex. She had tried to live it down, to forget about her Auntie Rosalie and her lesbian ideas, but she had never quite succeeded. There always seemed to be the spark of forbidden interest in the back of her mind, springing to the fore during high school when she was in the shower room with other naked girls, or at the YWCA, or when she caught sight of pictures in the girlie magazines…

Dimly she heard the faint rustling of the sheet beside her, but her brain was unconscious enough to not tell her who it was. She tried to open her eyes but they seemed weighed shut.

“Patty,” came the ethereal voice through the sleep clouds, “Can I get you anything? You seemed to be having a nightmare?

“No, no, nothing…“ Patty heard herself reply in a slurred voice. “Who…?”

“It’s Marcia, Patty.”

Patty felt one of her hands being stroked, and for some reason past her comprehension the bedcovers seemed to have slipped from her. But it was so warn.., so warm and the stroking felt so good.

“Poor Patty. Poor, poor Patty,” came Marcia’s voice from far away. “I’ll rub your head, Patty. That will make you relax.”

Patty felt the fingers, little points of softness around her forehead and temples. She began to slumber again as the hypnotic voice continued.

“I know what you need, Patty. You need to be loved, only gently, not that brutal, crude way as Mr. Jennings did. You need a woman’s love, Patty, I know you do…”

“Yes… Patty murmured in a drugged tone.

“You have such a beautiful body, Patty. Would you like me to rub your beautiful body just like I’m rubbing your head? Of course you do.”

Without waiting for an answer, Marcia moved her hands from Patty’s face down her arms, then back up and around the twin peaks of breasts, carefully avoiding the nipples. Her eyes were hot upon the rounded globes, the teats growing erect automatically. Yes, Marcia thought, men are the best, with their great cocks and bloated balls and hairy bodies, but it’s nice to have a woman once in a while… a velvet smooth, creamy skinned female to fuck and suck and crawl upon with passion.

She began to talk to Patty again, soothingly telling her how beautiful and desirable she was, and while she crooned, she stroked the now turgid nipples and then slid one hand down the smooth, flat stomach and touched the first downy soft pubic hairs.