She had me on my back, spread-eagled, barely able to lie still. Her hands caressed my body all over, beginning with my face and working down as far as my toes, while her tongue slithered up and down my torso, now lassooing a nipple, then pushing rudely up my wet, quivering hole. Strong tremors coursed through my body, clashing and spreading, coming from all angles. She was well ahead of me, creating erotic pockets before I'd absorbed the previous ones. And so she worked me into a volley of tiny climaxes that had me writhing tightly all over the bed, groaning and squealing as though my innards had gone berserk. Aunt Liz let me go it alone for as long as I could stand it. Then, with a forceful finger, she brought me to the convulsive climax.
“Ooooh, Jesus!” I sighed as the last impulses ebbed away and left my body a burning vacuum. “You're something else, Aunt Liz! Phew! If a man ever makes me feel this good I'll be his slave forever.”
“I'm not as good as you think,” she said matter-of-factly. “You'll find that out when you sleep around. But I must say you make it easy for a person to love you, Kathy… very easy.” And, in spite of my spent condition, she inserted a long finger up my cunt again and started to love me with it. At first I didn't want her to do that to me. I felt like riding put my orgasm till it led me into a deep sleep. Everything inside me felt so harmonious that there was no call for more pleasure. It could only disturb the delicate balance. Aunt Liz squatted next to me and drove her finger in and out of my cunt with a long, regular motion, and simply disregarded the frown that crossed my face. A few minutes later she had me in the palm of her hand-literally and figuratively.
That big finger parted my inner flesh and pushed deep into the warm wet cavity behind it Aunt Liz had a way of crooking her top joint to make her fingertip touch down on parts of my cunt that were extremely sensitive, so much so that my resistance was virtually bombed out of existence with pleasure. She said nothing, just went about her work with a singular look of determination on her face. In and out, in and out, her big, womanly body hulking next to me, the full, rounded tits pendant, the hairy snatch just visible between her ample thighs. My loins began to jerk back and forth, a spasm to begin with, later turning into a greedy quest for more and more!
Only when her second finger joined the first though, did her loving take on a second significance to me. There was something especially stirring about those two bunched fingers, something that made me think of another rigid object. Was it Bob's cock? No, no, bigger, harder. Aunt Liz worked her fingers in to the knuckle. Her breathing was harsh and rapid and droplets of sweat fell on my skin. So hard, so big, so utterly satisfying… and then it came back to me in a flash of lightning! Dad's thick bulge, that great rod pushing at the confines of his pants. Ooooh yes! The moment it registered my whole body convulsed into an orgasm and Aunt Liz had trouble keeping up with me. She pushed harder and added another finger to the bunch. That was even more life-like.
“Daddy!” I muttered, spreading my legs till they were at right angles to my body. “Daddy, Daddy! Ooooh, it feels so good, so strong! Give me more, more!” My hands were on my tits squeezing them mercilessly. And my eyes were tightly closed so I could concentrate on my fantasy completely. In my mind it was Dad who was shoving that thick hard object into my drooling cunt. I could even see the position he was in-on his knees with my legs draped over his thighs, and he leaned forward to rest on the balls of his fists, his head down so he'd be able to see my cunt swallow his mighty cock. That was it! I concentrated on that image and it grew more and more vivid as the thick cord of meat wormed up and into my cunt Unconsciously I moved my ass up along Aunt Liz's thighs, bringing it up closer so she'd be able to finger it totally. She did her best. Even though her breathing was near hysterical, she worked on to give me the big orgasm towards which my body labored. Together we moaned and cried out, a mutual climax waiting just around the corner. My hands gripped at the sheets and pushed my ass further up along her thighs. She shoved her three fingers into me and belabored my clitoris with her free hand. My cunt felt as though it was on fire, liquid fire, spreading, filling me up, igniting other parts of me, turning me into one huge flickering bonfire consuming itself.
“DADDY!” I yelled, and my cry echoed through the night. I would have kept on yelling if I'd had the strength, but at that moment Aunt Liz finger-fucked me into oblivion. I felt as though her whole hand was inside my cunt and sliding into my womb. My body rollicked from one side of the bed to the other, attached to her arm like a growth. Aunt Liz pitched forward and fell on top of me, her sensual bulk crushing me. We embraced and lay in that position till our lungs were functioning once more.
We rolled apart and listened anxiously for any movement in the house. We'd been lucky. Everyone must have been fast asleep when I yelled.
“You'd better get back to bed, honey,” Aunt Liz said. “And don't you worry about your father. If he doesn't do anything about it, I'll make him do what he wants to do. Just you go to sleep and leave the rest to fate.”
“Do you think it's that easy?”
“Take my word for it,” she laughed. A kiss on the cheek, a pat on my ass, and then she propelled me out of her room. I walked back to Elaine's bedroom and got back into bed. My mind was still agog with all that had happened in one evening. How I hoped that Aunt Liz was right! If Daddy really wanted me he would do something about it… wouldn't he? I couldn't imagine it. But if she said he would, then I should have faith.
The image of his cock set new tremors into motion, but my body was too weary to respond. Elaine was naked on top of her bedclothes. Her hairbrush lay by her side. So that's what she'd been doing while I was out. I shook my head and closed my eyes. Everyone in this house shared my problems. Nora and Bob would have experienced their own frustrations. And Dad? Had he thought about me?
CHAPTER SIX
Breakfast was usually a dour event at our house. The morning after our evening of family togetherness, it was charged with tension. Neither Bob nor Nora seemed very happy. Their faces were drawn, and Bob hardly ate a thing. Elaine was more aloof than normal, positively frozen. Only Aunt Liz smiled and chattered. I couldn't look at Dad for fear of showing my innermost thoughts. Besides, he was very abrupt, ordering Mum about with rare nastiness.
In the middle of all this the phone rang. Mum picked it up and reported a little later that Dad's secretary wouldn't be able to come in that day. I thought he was going to explode. Somehow he got a grip on his temper and spluttered: “How could she do this to me? She knows I've got an important meeting this morning and I have to have someone to type up the notes! She's never done this to me, never! Darn it!”
“Well, why not take Kathy along with you,” Mum said in her phlegmatic way. “She can type, can't she?”