Grace Wilkinson: Aunt Dorothy book I

"Aaaaaaaaaa…" Dot's head snapped back, her face a mask of ecstatic bliss. She thought for a moment that she might black out from the fantastic feeling of being entered so violently by his fingers.

"Oh, God… yes, Art… yeeessssss… ooooohhhhhhhh!" The impact of the blunt ends of his fingers striking against the soft end of her cervix high up in the confines of her pulsing cunt creating wave after wave of startling pleasure. For the first time, her body was alive, responding completely to his. She was wriggling so that they both almost fell onto the floor.

Art began a steady back and forth motion of his fingers high into his sister-in-law's smooth cuntal channel. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness in the room and he saw that her eyes were rolling back slightly, showing the white of the underlid as she moaned over and over.

"Come on!" he said suddenly, removing his hand with a slight suction noise from between her legs. "Come on!"

Dazed, Dot opened her eyes and groaned heavily.

"Where?"

"In the den…" Art answered, already pulling her along behind him.

"But the children…" Dot whispered, remembering them for the first time in several minutes. Still, in her aroused excitement, she hurried along behind him, trying to adjust her mussed hair. As she followed her brother-in-law into the den, she felt overly wet between her legs and her burning pussy already missed Art's touches. She felt anxious to be near him again, to feel him close to her… and yet this interruption had given her more time to think about what she was doing.

Art turned on a small lamp in the den, a medium-sized room that gave off the living room and also led to the hallway from which the bedrooms opened.

"The kids are sound asleep… and they'll stay that way." Art answered her question when they were inside the den. And in the glow from the light, Dot could see that his face was flushed, and looking down she could not help noticing an enormous bulge in the front of his pants. She blushed and looked away as he came toward her, already beginning to stammer out a protest. But quickly, he took her in his arms and she felt such a strong resurgence of desire that it was as if a thunderbolt had struck her. The entire length of his body pressed against hers had an overwhelming effect upon her nervous system and she was aware of how small she was… how strong he was. Everything in her ached for him. He kissed her lightly and led her to the big daybed that was on the right hand side of the room. It was old and comfortable with its faded brown corduroy spread and something about the feel of it when she sat down made Dot feel more comfortable. She remembered it when it had been new almost eight years ago.

"Let's get these things off," Art said gently, beginning to undo the buttons at the back of her blouse. One hand carefully lifted her long golden hair from the nape of her neck while the others undid the buttons.

Dot sat passively, feeling like a little girl being undressed. It felt wonderful to be treated with such tenderness, and as her blouse was peeled away and the straps of her slip were pulled down, she realized that she was crying. Art undid her bra and the cups fell away revealing the smooth white of her firm but heavy breasts with their hard pink nipples, the areolae the size of half-dollars spreading outward from the crinkly flesh of the center. She sobbed as Art cupped them in his hands from behind. Sobbed for her own vulnerability… for her enormous desire… for everything that had ever happened to her in her life.

Art kissed first the nape of her neck and then her shoulders. When he realized that she was crying, he grew confused… and started to say something, but then stopped himself. A woman's tears, he recalled, were not always from sorrow or pain… and yet deep down he knew that at least part of Dot's were. He felt a part of his heart reach out toward her, but he knew the frustration he had often felt in such situations with his wife… there was only so much he could do to help. But he vowed silently that he would do all he could this time… all he could for Dorothy. His hands smoothed downward, pushing her slip along her torso until it rode up on her full rounded hips. He jumped up and kneeled down in front of her, pulling it down the rest of the way, treating his eyes to her blushing beauty, her almost schoolgirl attitude as her splendid nudity was revealed bit by bit to his lusting eyes. Soon, she was wearing nothing but stockings and panties and her high heeled shoes. Art slipped off the patent leather pumps and massaged her dainty feet for a second. Then his hands ran up the length of her calves, up to her full round thighs and then to her small waist. He hooked his thumbs in at the top of her panties and pulled them downward, exposing a gently rounded belly with deeply inset navel and then, as he continued rolling the nylon material, the light golden curls of her pussy hair became evident. She helped him a little, and together they removed both panties and stockings. Art could only sit back on his heels for a second looking at her… he couldn't remember when he had seen a more beautiful woman.

Dot felt cool now that she was naked and she felt a trembling start to take hold of her. She watched as Art undressed before her, feeling as though she were in a dream, as though this were not really happening to her… but to some other woman… some other woman who had a vague and tenuous connection to her. Art's hard and muscular body stood tensed and naked before her in what seemed a split second and she found herself staring at the rampant pole of his penis. It was long and lust-hardened and bigger than any Dot had ever seen or imagined. He seemed filled with urgency now, impatient to enter her and she sensed that their long foreplay was rapidly coming to a close. She shivered… would she ever be able to fit it inside her?

But Dot didn't have long to ponder the question as Art dropped down beside her and started pushing her back upon the day bed. She felt weak and let herself be pushed… it seemed an eternity before her head hit the mattress and then she was looking up at him… this familiar relative who seemed such a stranger now. She had never seen him like this, flushed with desire… naked… on the point of taking her… no, she hardly dared imagine him like this! She felt oddly frightened and began to shake her head from side to side as he bent over her, but then his chest was grinding into hers, pushing against her so that she could feel herself being pressed into the foam beneath her, and all lucid thinking was erased from her mind. She had some trouble breathing as her brother-in-law's full weight fell upon her, his mouth crushing hers again. His tongue entered and this time she swallowed it hungrily, feeling the excitement building inside her shivering body. Art was breathing hot moist air all over her and then all his weight was on her and Dot knew that in moments she would be writhing beneath her brother-in-law… they were moments that she wanted to hasten as she felt his heavy legs pressing against her now and pulsing near her belly, the fiery pole of his long, extended prick.

With one sudden movement, her legs were being parted by his leg and the smooth rubbery head of his cock was sliding inside the narrow cleft of her pussy. It moved up and down and back and forth and Dot heard herself moan and call out his name. Her secret passage seemed to ache for his cock. She wanted so badly to feel him inside her that she felt she would scream for him to hurry! His hands were working steadily at her breasts and they felt raw and swollen… that was all that seemed to exist of her now… her stinging breasts and the moist pussy that accepted the blunt tip of Art's swollen prick as it rubbed against her hair-lined slit creating an unbearably increasing friction.