Grace Wilkinson: Aunt Dorothy book II

"Rosalie, a little to the left!" Nick Rogers shifted his corpulent form disagreeably to the side and Rosalie compliantly began to rub his pale un-tanned back. As she rubbed, her large round breasts swung tantalizingly from side to side and the smooth complexion of her nakedness gleamed dully in the darkened room.

"I'll get that little cunt if it's the last thing I do!" Nick muttered, half to himself.

"Nick… I wish you wouldn't use such… such… language!" Rosalie said the words gently but she felt anything but gentle. Nick had talked of nothing else since his pretty young wife had divorced him in Mexico to marry her widowed brother-in-law… and Rosalie was frankly sick of hearing about it. But she was careful to hide most of her disgust with the old man whose mistress she had been for some months now. Everything she had now… the apartment, her clothes… everything, were because of him. And still she couldn't bring herself to feel grateful to him… he was just not the kind of man one could admire. She'd been secretly glad in fact when she found out that his wife had left him… she knew after all, how much Nick cheated on the woman… and she knew just how unpleasant he could be!

She rubbed him the special way Nick had taught her, a combination of rubbing and scratching that had to be done just so to please the aging realtor.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh…" Nick sighed. "That's good, Rosalie… that's good…"

Rosalie sighed and continued her rubbing, moving her small agile hands all over the large area of Nick's back. Her dark hair fell forward into her eyes and she closed them, blotting out Nick's image in front of her on the big king-sized bed and substituting a young man of her choice… a young man she had known a long time ago. She scarcely heard him as Nick continued to carry on about his plans… her thoughts were miles away.

"… and as for that little snip…" he blustered. "… that little bitch Lee! If I could just get my hands on her… and one day I will!" His mouth still smarted from the sock in the jaw the little teen-age girl's father had given him just when he was about to cum in her hot young mouth. It had cost him a pretty penny at the dentist too, to get all those caps put in. It wasn't as if he had tried to seduce the girl… it was she after all who had come on to him! Or at least he thought it had been that way. The thought occurred to him that she had deliberately trapped him… she had seemed unduly pleased when her father attacked him… and after all the moaning and groaning she'd been doing while he had manipulated her almost hairless little pussy… he wished her father had been there to hear that! But whether she had set it up deliberately or not, his ego was sufficiently crushed for him to want to retaliate. The combination of things was just too much… he'd returned home that night right after the scene with Lee and her father Art and found a note from his wife telling him she was leaving… that she wanted a divorce… that she was going to marry Art… of all people! Probably been carrying on with him for months, too… her own brother-in-law. True, her sister Betty had been dead and buried for years, but he was her brother-in-law none-the-less… and she was a married woman to boot! Married to him! He wasn't going to let them get away with it. At the time, he had to submit to her demand for a divorce… what with Art having caught him with the kid and all… but shit, if they think they're going to live happily ever after, they've got another thought coming!

The last thought Nick spoke out loud and Rosalie who was still kneading the soft flesh of his back said, "Yes, Nick… I'm sure you'll take care of it…" She smiled falsely down at him in the dark, wondering when the worst part of his visit was going to start. She felt a little shiver go up her back at the thought of what he had made her do the last time… but still, she supposed it was better than working in some office… she couldn't even type! But one day she hoped to have enough of Nick's money saved up to leave Philadelphia for good. She planned to take an aptitude test and find out what she was best suited for. She blushed now angrily as she remembered having made the mistake of mentioning her desire to take such a test to Nick one day. His loud obnoxious laughter still rang in her ears… and his words…

"You're only good for one thing, honey… and that's this…" He'd lewdly waved his exposed penis in his hand and then dragged her down on the sofa with him.

"God, I hate you!" she thought, rubbing furiously.

"Take it easy… hey…! I think that's about enough of that!" Nick turned over on his side and Rosalie stiffened slightly, sitting back on her heels on the bed. Nick rolled over and propped his head up on his hand, his elbow digging deeply into the soft mattress, taking in the familiar sight of his beautiful young mistress. He let his eyes feast upon the beauty of her curvaceous body, the perfectly up-tilted breasts with the large deep brown aureoles, centering thick pointed nipples that he loved to suck… the gently tapering line of her thorax toward the nipped in waist. She had an old-fashioned kind of shape… an hourglass figure. Her full blown perfect hips and statuesque thighs were just made for loving… the perfect body for his purpose! He let his gaze roam across her gently quivering breasts, and seeing that she was breathing heavily, he assumed that she was already aroused. He looked downward toward the dark curls of her pubic triangle… he'd gotten a lot of pleasure from that little honey patch… and he was counting on getting a lot more!

Somehow today, he couldn't get his former wife out of his mind… nor the little brat Lee who had gone from being her niece to becoming her stepdaughter! Maybe it was because he had just seen an article in the paper about the local Girl Scout troupe… and little Lee's picture had been among some seven or eight other girls singled out for some special merit badge. The sight of her pretty little blonde face had brought back all his recently created wounds and he had found himself staring at the picture, staring at the neatly pressed uniform she was wearing and recalling just what her little thirteen-year-old body looked like under it!

"Com'ere honey…" he called to Rosalie, reaching out for her. He pulled her down on top of him as he rolled over onto his back, feeling the soft cushiony shapes of her breasts squeeze against his chest, and then her flat belly pressing against his own pot as he hugged her to him. His thick cock, in a semi-erect state all this time, leapt to full hardness, grazing the open slit of her vagina, as it reared upward through her soft curling pubic hair. She lay flat upon him, unmoving for a second and then she began to slowly undulate on top of him.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm… you smell good… baby… real good!" he murmured into her neck. Her dark curls were falling into his face and he sniffed appreciatively of her flowery perfume. He began a little short bucking movement upward against her, savoring the womanly feel of her, enjoying the goods he had bought for himself, as he so often put it to the cronies at the club. Yes, he thought, rubbing his fingers up against her moving breasts… for what Rosalie lacked in brains, she made up in other ways. That was the only kind of woman for him from now on, he thought. They were all good for but one thing, anyway. No use getting them too smart like that ex-wife of his. Dorothy was a real looker, alright, but he should have known better than to marry an ex-school teacher… or to marry anybody for that matter!

Rosalie's brown tipped nipples rolled neatly between the thumb and forefinger of each of his hands and he could hear her sighing above him. She was working her legs in and out a little like she was hot for his cock… well, he'd give her a good taste of it in due time… all in due time! He could feel the blood engorged head of his prick thickening second by second as Rosalie's warm belly rubbed against it. The soft foreskin enveloping his hardened cock was being pulled backward by the force of her movements and the rubbery tip of his penis pushing up from inside. Harshly, he cupped her trembling buttocks, enjoying the soft pliant feel of the sensuous mounds in his hands. He separated them, manipulating her entire lower half by moving each smoothly, round nether cheek just the way he wanted it. He brought her up a little bit so that his swollen prick would slide easily into the wide spread area of her warm, inviting pussy.