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The majority of today’s men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness—a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
NAUGHTY AUNT—a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us—and the extremes to which it may drive us.
Doris Cunningham lay on her bed, one hand stretched across the empty side, the other over her mound of steaming pussy. She gave a muffled grunt and arched her back, feeling the slick muscles pull the tip of her middle finger inside her body.
“Oh, Les, I need you. . . now!” she gasped, her face slowly contorting in anguish. “God, I need your big cock in here. . . poking me apart!”
How long had it been now? she wondered. Three days? Seemed more like three years, especially after what happened this afternoon.
Before now, when her husband had gone north to market hogs, she had managed very well. In fact, his absences had made their lovemaking even more exciting, and after ten years of marriage, that was something few could brag about.
She dug her finger further inside her swollen cunt, gripping her pussy muscles tightly. As her palm brushed over her throbbing clit, she had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out. A dull ache shot into the back of her cunt, rippling up her spine. She squeezed her knees together, trapping her hand between her thighs, then held this position until the pangs of climax melted to emptiness.
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