Sex With My Aunt: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Anita Mandelay

• Herausgeber: Taboo Pulp Press
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

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The young nephew needed no further encouragement as he quickly shed the remainder of his clothing and inched up on the bed on his hands and knees behind the elevated dimpled haunches of his beautiful young Aunt Vikki. Quickly now, she reached down between her slightly parted legs and took his strong young cock in her tightly gripping fingers and guided it between the moist lips of her cunt, drawing it slowly back and forth through the hot slick furrow without entering. Then, she placed its bulbous youthful head at the mouth of her vagina, slowly inching her buttocks back towards him, letting her sex swallow his throbbing young prick into her with tortured patience.
"There!" she gasped around her cunt-filling tongue. "Now, just let it rest in there for a minute while you watch ... and learn the amazing wonder of women's nature."

Leseprobe

Sex With My Aunt

Anita Mandelay

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 1

Vikki Haydon returned her virile young nephew's happy smile, then cast a conniving wink at her pretty black roommate, Angel Manning, seated on the other side of the circular table from them. "Is this kid a lunch-mouth, or is he a lunch-mouth?" she teased affectionately.

"It looks like love at first bite," Angel philosophized with a sly wink of her own. "He'll probably go down and kick the ass off the head chef at Shakey's when he gets back home to Philly!"

"Hey, Aunt Vikki, can you pass the wine, please?"

"He's a wino, too," Vikki observed, reaching for the straw-covered jug of marsala that dominated the center of the table.

"I can see that," Angel observed. "Does he have any other vices besides gluttony and alcoholism? Avarice, perhaps? Lust? Greed?" She sounded hopeful.

"None that I know of yet, Angel baby ... But then, we've got all summer to find out, don't we!"

Grant smiled indulgently as he chewed, delighted with the good-natured bantering across the table between his beautiful young aunt and her equally vivacious girlfriend. It really did look like it was going to be a fun summer, he decided as he watched Vikki refill his glass with the sparkling Sicilian wine. And, he probably wouldn't miss the "gang" back in Philly as much as he'd thought he might when his mother had sprung the idea of his spending the summer with her incorrigible younger sister in the first place. Indeed, as he looked around at the tastefully intimate, candle-brightened interior of Luigi's Restaurant, he decided that New York City was where he would live when he got out on his own.

"You'd better take it a little slower on that wine," Vikki cautioned, "it's pretty hearty stuff."

"Aw, 'Auntie'," Angel came to his defense in mocking good-humor, "it isn't every day a guy gets to pass for eighteen!"

Grant found himself warming instantly to his aunt's young roommate. At nineteen, she was closer to his own age than to Vikki's still-striking twenty-seven. She was as bubbly and outgoing as she was dark, but sophisticated and earthy, too, in a manner far beyond that which her years might indicate. He knew a few black girls from Franklin Pierce High in Philadelphia who were real knockouts, but certainly none with anything approaching the class of Angel Manning. She was of medium height and weight-nothing really exceptional in that-but she had the smoothest chocolate complexion, the most perfect white teeth, poise, and infectious personality he'd ever seen.

Of course, that went without taking anything away from his luscious Aunt Vikki. In truth, the somewhat-older redhead was by far the best built of the two. Angel's breasts were nice, in a conical sort of way, not too large, but not small either. Vikki Haydon's, on the other hand, were positively melonous, like overripe cantaloupes about to burst their translucent white skins. Jesus, they were nearly as big as his mothers!

"Why don't you order another pizza for this kid?" Angel suggested, the bell-like resonance of her sweet, Southern-tinged voice breaking Grant's reverie.

"How's about it, ol' boy?" Vikki caromed. "Think you can handle another one of Luigi's cartwheels?"

Grant held up his hand in protest. "No way, Aunt Vikki. I'm gonna pop my belt buckle as is!"

"Sounds interesting, nephew. But, if you want any-"

"No way!" he repeated firmly. "Shakey's 'specials' may taste like catsup and cardboard compared to this, but a dude can only hold so much, y'know!"

"Sounds like he's finally filled that hollow leg, Vikki," helped Miss Manning.

Angel leaned forward, the creamy brown upper slopes of her ample breasts straining against the low-cut bodice of her cocktail dress. She knew the soft powder blue velvet contrasted deliciously with her complexion, and she could barely suppress a giggle as she watched Grant fidget nervously in an attempt to get a better look without being obvious about it. Idly, she wondered what his cock looked like. Was it as handsome and upstanding as the rest of him? It was hard to believe he was only eighteen; he looked at least as old as she was.

"Well kids," Vikki brightened with a surreptitious glance at her wrist watch, "why don't we head on back to the ranch for a little three-handed Monopoly ... You still like Monopoly, don't you, Grant?"

"Aw, that's for kids, Aunt Vikki. I'm into chess now."

"Chests?" she teased. "My you have grown since the last time I saw you!"

Elgin Stafford muttered a loud, "Damn!" as he dropped the telephone receiver back in its cradle for the fourth time in the past half hour. It was tough enough trying to run a business these days without putting up with this kind of shit! He'd told Vikki at least twice yesterday to stay near the phone in case Richard Garfield got to town a little earlier than expected, and now the little bitch didn't even have the common courtesy to call and let him know where she could be reached!

There were other girls at the agency he could call, of course, including Angel Manning. But, Garfield had been explicit in his request for, "the best cocksucker you've got." And, with the kind of business Garfield was capable of procuring, he deserved the best!

Quickly, Stafford snatched the receiver back up in his sweaty palm and began to dial Vikki Haydon's number for the fifth time. "You better be home this time," he threatened the mouthpiece, "or you can start looking for another modeling agency!"

As he waited for the phone to ring, he reached down thoughtfully to straighten the rising bulge in the front of his expensive gabardine slacks. Calling up these beautiful bitches and ordering them to go ball one of the clients always gave him a rod ... especially when the client was a big fat slob like Richard Garfield. It appealed to his sense of power, his innate sadism, his ..."Hello, Vikki? Where the fuck have you been!"

Vikki Haydon arrived back at her stylish East Eighties apartment in time to answer the phone on the fourth ring. Her nephew, Grant and Angel squeezed past her at the door and took up stations on a wing back chair and the posh divan respectively. "Hello ...?" she breathed warily into the receiver. Her hand shot up instantly to shield her hastily whispered, "But my nephew just got in from Philly, Elgin. Angel and me took him to Luigi's for a ... Who? Richard Garfield? ... No, I didn't forget. I just thought-"

"Never mind what you thought!" Stafford exploded on the other end of the line. "You just get that foxy little ass of yours over to Room 602 at the Ridgemont Hotel by nine!"

Angel sat up attentively as she watched her beautiful copper-haired girlfriend ring off. "Something wrong, kid?" she queried.

"Business," Vikki shrugged indifferently.

"Richard Garfield business?"

Vikki nodded.

"Good luck, kid."

Young Grant was only marginally aware of the conversation taking place in the living room, or even that his Aunt Vikki had gone into the bedroom to change and freshen her makeup. He felt good. Real good. He was slightly tipsy from the near half-liter of Marsala he'd consumed at Luigi's and everything was striking him in an amusing sort of way.

"Hey you!" Angel laughed, snapping her slender black fingers to get his attention. "You're not going to sleep on us, are you?"

Grant, with a Cheshire Cat grin etched across his handsome face, looked up from the spot he'd been staring at on the floor. "Huh? Oh, no ... I'm not going to sleep."

Suddenly he realized that they were alone in the room. Angel's nylon-covered legs were tucked primly under her on the couch, but the hem of her short dress had risen generously above her pretty knees. Jeez, she's a gorgeous bitch! he mused in self-satisfied silence.

Angel's own grin broadened a little as she stretched out full length on the couch. "Well, kid," she said, "it looks like just you and me."

"D-Did Aunt Vikki go somewhere?"

"She's changing right now, sweetness. She'll be leaving in a couple of minutes."

"Where's she going?"

"Some kind of business at work, sugar. A model's work is never done!"

Just then, Vikki appeared in the door leading from the bedroom, crossing directly to the hall closet to reclaim her coat.

"Wow, don't you look sexy!" offered Angel. "I thought you'd wear your little blue pant suit or something."

"It's at the cleaners, Angel ... This dress is kinda tight, but it'll just have to do."

Tight isn't the word for it! thought Grant. Jesus, I can see the crack of her ass!

The black lame she'd chosen for the evening was, indeed, form-fitting. It hugged the young aunt's sculpted, jiggling buttocks like a second skin as she rifled the closet for her coat. Then, retrieving it, she spun around on one high-heeled foot, her enormous breasts swaying with the effort. "Well, gang ... how do I look?"

"You look fab, Aunt Vikki," Grant choked, "just like Angel said."

"Well, ta!" she sighed, slipping into her outer garment. "You two behave yourselves while I'm gone!"

Angel watched Vikki disappear through the door, then turned to Grant and said in her sweetest, warmest voice, "You ever make it with a black girl, sugar?"

Chapter 2

"Come in, come in, my dear," Richard Garfield beamed, "I've been expecting you!"