Grace Wilkinson: Aunt Dorothy book I

Things were happening so fast that Dot's brain was spinning. When she'd left the house that evening she had put out of her mind the thought that anything like this might happen. She tried to pull away, but Art held onto her still tighter, his hot tongue pushing deep inside her mouth reaching all the secret corners, pursuing her tongue agilely. She felt hot waves of desire flashing through her, but still she tried to stop him. He seemed so strong… so very strong! How could she ever resist him… and yet she had to try… had to stop what was happening between them. But Art pushed her head back so that it was resting on the sofa, her body arching up against his, her breasts smashing against her own ribcage by his massive torso.

"NNnnnooooo…" she moaned uncertainly, trying desperately one more time to pull away. But it was impossible. The sparks of mounting desire were leaping about crazily in her belly, lust rising in her loins. She too had been a long time without love. An image of her husband Nick rolling over in bed after giving her a perfunctory good-night kiss rose to her mind and anger accompanied it.

Art's hands were roving up and down her back now and the taste of his mouth on hers became suddenly delicious. Everything about the man was attractive… so damned attractive! She had always envied her sister for having Art and now… now she, herself was feeling the very same things her sister must have felt! A shiver ran through her at the thought and yet the idea seemed to make Betty more alive to her and when Art's hand dropped down and began a slow massage of her smoothly rounded buttocks, tingling pinpoints of pleasure rippled sensuously up and down her spine. Suddenly, everywhere her body was pressed against his, she felt the same raging, unquenchable fire. A low moan of passion escaped her lips, mingling with the wetness of their interwoven tongues.

"Oh, God!" she thought. "… Oh, God… what am I doing?" But even as she asked herself the question, her body was answering it for her. With a mind of its own, it knew what it wanted, despite any objections Dot might be able to conjure up. It needed Art's hardness… his very manliness pressing against her, and she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach as she realized shamefully how much she wanted him… wanted her own brother-in-law! His hands manipulated the excited mounds of her breasts and she made no move to stop him. How could she stop something that felt that good. She felt a trickle of rising perspiration run down the valley between her full ripe orbs, slipping down between the creamy flesh that Art was now massaging into a maddening hardness. She bit hard on her lower lip as his tongue trailed a line of saliva around her cheeks toward the shell-like orifice of her ear. She felt his breath hot and moist and it seemed as if it was going directly into her brain, fogging everything up in there!

What could be wrong with such a strong, undeniable feeling? What could be wrong with it? She felt as if she had never made love before… that this time… if indeed it was going to happen, would be the first time… like the very first time. An old sense of adventure and wickedness filled her now and as Art's hand moved upward on her knee, pushing the folds of her skirt back as it climbed, she felt a flood of wetness between her thighs emanating from the blond downy vee that nestled so tightly down there as she squeezed her legs together. She pressed her buttocks down harder into the cushion of the couch trying to avoid the inescapable moment when his fingers would reach her wet vaginal slit. She couldn't believe that she could actually let him touch her, there! And yet, he showed every intention of doing so. His fingers moved firmly upward, above the line of her stockings where they met firm smooth naked flesh. She felt so vulnerable there, so exposed. She pressed her buttocks down harder against the couch, feeling his fingers move upward with greater certainty now. He was almost there. His fingers brushed the soft mound of her sex, covered by the thin fabric of her panties and Dot sighed and closed her eyes tightly, letting the acute sensations of pleasure roll over her. Each time she made love she forgot… she always forgot what it was going to be like. It was always a completely wonderful surprise… and Art's touch was no exception. Even though his moving fingers were separated from her excited pussy by the thin material of her panties, it felt almost as though he were touching her naked flesh. She had become so wet that it was embarrassing and now as his lips nibbled at hers again, she found her legs parting slightly almost as though she herself had nothing to do with it. They were parting to allow his middle finger access to the tight elastic legband of her panties that ringed her upper thighs… only that thin band stood between his finger and the paradise of her cunt.

In her mind, she was desperately trying to justify it… and the years of sterile marriage to Nick came uppermost to her mind. As a man, Nick couldn't even be compared with Art. Art who was kissing her… touching her… making her feel wanted… needed… Yes, she was sure Art needed her as much as she needed him. It was all Nick's fault, neglecting her the way he did… constantly belittling her, making her feel like an idiot just because she wasn't always thinking exactly the same things he was. All those humiliating nights he had refused her… and she knew he had other women, probably lots of them… he had to be getting sex somewhere, and it certainly wasn't from her! It was he who had put her in the position she was in now, she realized with certain clarity and something seemed to snap inside her. Almost brusquely she threw her arms around Art's neck, pulling him still closer to her hungry body, her tongue stabbing back at his blindly, while his middle finger slipped under the elastic legband of her panties. A perverse pleasure began to expand inside her. It was wonderful to feel the obscene thrill of his thick digit pushing aside the soft nylon crotchband and sliding over the highly sensitive pink flanged area of her vulnerable pussy. Her quivering cunt seemed to feel each ridge upon his finger as Art's finger slowly parted the soft sparse pubic hair and began a steady friction in the hot depths of her hidden vagina.

"Ooohhh… oooohhhh!" Dot groaned, feeling herself melt in his arms. A quick flash of dizziness overcame her and she was aware of the power of the martinis she had had. The hard edge of his finger and a tip of the nail scraped over her trembling clitoris and she felt the tiny bud jerk upright like an erect little prick. He had forced her long sensuous legs wide open now and they were obscenely splayed out on the couch, his arm disappearing halfway up Dot's dress as he plundered her private parts. A tremendous shudder went through her as Art's fingers harshly continued their lascivious investigation. The soft golden hair that surrounded her small pussy was parted roughly as he toyed with her throbbing clitoris, making her begin to moan with forbidden delight.

Her brother-in-law reached behind them with his other hand, and turned off the light on the table beside the sofa. In the darkness he felt that Dot would be even more responsive to him. He continued flicking at her excitedly throbbing clitoris now, making her whimper and squirm in his arms and then his other hand slipped beneath the open vee of her blouse to touch the warm nipples that were already like hard little pebbles. He felt an inferno of desire rushing through him and knew that he would have to get her lying out flat before long or go mad! His cock felt like a giant ramrod, prodding against his belly and he wanted to release it and let it have its way with the tender pussy his hand now knew so intimately.

"… oh, yes…" Dot pleaded, her voice a raspy whisper. "… yessss…" Her thighs felt limp and all she could do now was respond with her hips to his touches. Involuntarily, she began to move them back and forth in time to the rhythm of his finger. Slowly but surely, she felt his finger moving down so that his entire hand was able to move up into between her widespread thighs. He gave a sudden twist to her nipple that made her cry out in pain and in the same instant, slip two fingers high into her vagina.