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Authors name: Michael Schumann (fictioneer@indiatimes.com)
Story title : Aunt on the Hot Line

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Aunt on the Hot Line (MF, rom, inc, phone-sex)
by Michael Schumann (fictioneer@indiatimes.com)

***

College boy who's been ditched by a fickle blonde gets 
an obscene phone call that changes his life. This story
from my archives (written for a pulp magazine under one
of my many pseudos) aims for sleazy and sweet at the 
same time.

***

AUNT ON THE HOT LINE
by CRAIG SUMMERS

It was easily one of the very worst days of my entire 
fucking life.

All week I'd been thinking and dreaming about my 
Saturday night date with Lynda Griffith. You don't 
know her, of course, but you probably know somebody a 
lot like her. Most guys here at State would kill for 
the chance to spend an evening with Lynda, and she had 
said "yes" to me.

But on Friday I got shot down. In flames. And with no 
parachute.

Obviously Lynda had found somebody with more going than 
she thought I had. I'm not rich, and I don't drive a 
car whose model number includes the letter "Z". There 
are worse-looking guys, but there are better-looking 
ones, too.

What hurt the most was, the bitch didn't even have the 
hair to tell me she was cancelling our date at almost 
the last minute. She gave the message to my goddamn 
aunt instead.

Most people don't believe Noelle is my aunt. She's my 
dad's youngest sister -- half-sister, actually; they 
don't have the same mother -- and she's twenty-four 
years younger than Dad. In fact, she's six days 
younger than _I_ am. But her father is my Grand-dad, 
and that makes her my aunt, any way you cut it.

Both Aunt Noelle and I are students here at State. We 
see each other pretty often around campus, though we 
don't have any classes together. She does have a 
couple of courses with Lynda, though, and that's how 
she happened to get delegated to give me the bad news.

"I'm really sorry, Craig," Noelle told me, after 
passing along the message. "Lynda is pretty, but she's 
also kind of a bitch." I just shrugged her off. I 
knew it wasn't her fault, but remember how they used to 
treat the messenger that brought bad news?

I wasn't being especially nice to Noelle. At the 
moment the sting of Lynda's kissoff left me pretty 
insensitive to my aunt. We hadn't seen much of each 
other when we were growing up -- just at holidays, 
because Dad's folks lived so far away from us -- but 
we'd always been close when we were together, more like 
brother and sister than aunt and nephew. And now I 
just turned and walked away from her, lost in my own 
thoughts.

Friday was a really down day for me. I bought a 
six-pack on the way home, and I rented a couple of porn 
tapes at the video shop. Maybe watching Jeanna Fine 
and Amber Lynn in action would make me feel better. I 
couldn't feel much worse, could I?

Anyway, they were both gorgeous bleach-blondes, just 
like my faithless Lynda, and if I wasn't going to be 
with her, I could at least scope out a couple of 
lookalikes. It was definitely as close as I would get 
to some hot sex, this weekend.

After fixing myself some mac'n'cheese, I cracked the 
six-pack and settled down at the tv. The tapes were 
pretty good, and damn hot in the bargain. I mean, 
Hard-On City!

The sight of Jeanna Fine deep-throating ten inches of 
black dick made my balls ache with envy. I had 
homework to do, but it could fucking wait, as far as I 
was concerned. My cock began to throb inside my pants, 
and I stroked it as I watched the porn videos.

My place was a sleazy little dump, but cheap enough 
that I didn't have to split it with a roommate. If I 
wanted to take my dick out while I watched fuck tapes, 
I could do it. And I did. I had my prick in my fist, 
stroking the swollen boner with a lazy rhythm.

The images on the small screen kept me hard and I 
didn't even hit the fast forward to get through the 
talk scenes. It wasn't nearly as good as what some 
lucky son of a bitch -- who shoulda been me! -- was 
getting from Lynda Griffith tonight, but it wasn't 
quite as bad as it could have been.

You should always watch a fuck film the whole way 
through, before you get yourself off, because the next 
scene might be a real doozie. This tape was hot as the 
bonfire under a Salem witch; it just got better and 
better.

I was pretty sure I'd save my squirtoff for a replay of 
the scene where this hot, skinny redhead with sweet 
cupcake tits took on four guys at once -- two in the 
mouth and one each in her asshole and her cunt, with a 
fourway cum shot that showered her whole body -- but I 
still needed to check out the rest of it. Just in 
case.

And that's when the fucking phone rang.

I turned down the volume on the tv but let the tape 
run. I was still playing with my peter, just stroking 
it, when I picked up the phone. There was no voice, 
but I could hear soft breathing. "Hello?" I said. 
"Hello?"

I was about to slam the receiver down -- who needs shit 
like this, when you're trying to get your nuts off, 
right? -- when a soft breathless voice spoke my name. 

It was all I could do to hear her, but the sound of her 
voice was startlingly sexy in my ear. "Can you talk a 
little louder?" I asked. "Who is this, anyway? 
Lynda?" I had this wild fantasy that she'd changed her 
mind and was calling me to apologize, to beg for the 
pleasure of my company.

"No," she whispered, "it's not Lynda. What are you 
doing, Craig? Do you have time to talk to me, even if 
I'm not Lynda?"

I heard her take a very deep breath. Her voice didn't 
get any louder, but the words came out a little faster. 
"I've been thinking about you for a long time," she 
said softly. "And tonight I thought I'd call and tell 
you some of the things I've been thinking about. Do 
you know where my hand is while I'm talking to you, 
Craig?" I heard a sniffing sound, then a soft giggle. 
"My finger smells like tuna fish."

I could've shit my pants when I heard that.

"And my finger is wet," she told me. "It feels like I 
just peed on it. Oooh, it's _still_ wet down there. 
I'm touching my pussy again, Craig, rubbing my finger 
up and down my crack. I don't have any panties on, and 
I'm pretending that it's your finger on my pussy -- my 
soft, _wet_ pussy ... "

Holy Jesus! I'd never had an obscene phone call 
before, but I sure had one on the line now. The tape 
was still playing. Fuck the tape! I hit the "stop" 
button. "Who are you?" I asked, more than a little 
piqued by curiosity. "Do you know me? Do _I_ know 
_you_???"

"I doubt it," my caller purred. "If you did, you'd 
know how much I like you -- _really_ like you, Craig -- 
the way a girl is supposed to like a guy, not the way. 
.. "

She cleared her throat, then started to talk faster, as 
if she'd just said something she shouldn't have. "So 
tell me about your cock, Craig. I bet you have a big 
one. I bet it gets really hard when it's excited, too. 
Is it getting excited now? Is it getting hard?"

I laughed hoarsely. "Shit, baby, I'm 'way ahead of 
you! And the dirtier you talk to me, the harder my 
dick gets."

"Take it out of your pants," she suggested. "Stroke 
it, and I'll tell you all of the things I'd be doing to 
your big beautiful cock if I was there with you."

I didn't tell her it was already out, and in my hand. 
"Thrill me," I urged. The truth was, I was more than 
slightly excited already. Wasn't that Lynda's voice? 
Fuck, it _had_ to be! I knew in my guts that it was 
Lynda who had called me and that she was just playing 
this teasy game because that was the kind of girl she 
was.

"I'd be on my knees in front of you," she murmured into 
the phone. "With my shirt off so you could touch my 
tits, and with both of my hands holding that big 
luscious cock of yours. I'd stroke every inch of it -- 
can you feel my fingers walking up and down your cock, 
Craig? Just like I was there with you?"

Jesus, I could! I gripped my tool tightly and gave it 
a few shakes, clenching my teeth lest I get too carried 
away. I'd been whacking off for a good while and my 
dick was on a hair trigger anyway, but the soft sexy 
whisper that oozed into my ear did absolutely nothing 
for my self-control.

A bubble of cum emerged from the slit, milking my 
finger. I rubbed it into the flesh and kept on 
stroking myself -- slowly, carefully. And I listened. 
There's a hell of a lot to be said for phone sex. It 
was sure making up for what I had figured to be a lost 
weekend.

The things my caller poured into my ear were hair 
curlers. She had fantasies that left me speechless. 
And I was the male lead in _all_ of them! Whoever this 
lady was -- and I was starting to think it was _not_ my 
faithless Lynda -- she had obviously been thinking 
about me for quite a while. That excited me 
tremendously. A secret admirer of my very own.

My dick couldn't handle it. I squirted while she was 
midway through her breathless description of the way 
she'd blow me. My hand filled with hot cum and my 
prick quivered in the throes of orgasm.

"I heard you sigh, Craig," she purred kittenishly. 
"Did I make you come already?"

I looked at my cock. It was still hard as iron. "No, 
baby," I lied, "it's gonna take more than that to get 
me off. ..."

She had more. Jesus, did she have more! I came again 
to the image of this sexy-voiced lady on her knees, 
using both hands to split her ass so I could jam my big 
hard tool into her sweet little butthole. She moaned, 
as if I were really there, doing it to her, and I could 
almost feel my prick slipping into the tightness of 
this beauty's asshole. Her moans wrenched at my balls, 
and I squeezed my cock one, two, three times, and then 
I was squirting again.

"I heard you, Craig," she laughed, "and this time you 
can't shit me. I made you come, didn't I?"

"Why don't you meet me face to face and see if you can 
do it again?" I countered. "Like, this _is_ a local 
call? We _could_ meet?"

"We could," she agreed, "but maybe you wouldn't want 
to."

I stood up, gave my dick a flip. Two loads squirted, 
and it hadn't gone soft a bit. "Come to my place and 
find out," I said. "Please???"

I waited for two hours, certain that she had decided 
not to take my challenge. I showered, sprayed my 
armpits, even watched a little more of the porn tapes 
just to keep my desires hot. But not even Amber Lynn 
on the tv screen could begin to compare, in my mind, 
with the image of my unknown caller. I still halfway 
thought it was Lynda, and I was dying to know.

Just before midnight, my doorbell rang, and I jumped. 
I was in my robe, naked underneath, just in case. I 
even had a pack of condoms in the pocket. Just in 
case. Man, I _ran_ to the fucking door! But when I 
opened it my heart hit the floor.

"Hi, Craig," said my aunt Noelle. "I saw your light 
was still on, and ..."

I tried not to let the disappointment show. The main 
thing was to get her out of the way, because I was 
still certain that my caller would show up. And the 
last thing you need when you're meeting your secret 
admirer is to have your aunt hanging around.

Aunt Noelle was looking pretty good tonight, though, I 
had to admit as I let her in. She's a redhead -- it 
runs in the family -- and a little on the pudgy side 
but not exactly fat. You wouldn't call her a raving 
beauty, I suppose -- not like Lynda Griffith -- but she 
was a nicer person than Lynda, and I thought her green 
eyes and freckles gave Aunt Noelle a sweet, wholesome 
look.

I supposed she had been on a date, though she didn't go 
out all that much. She sat down while I got her a 
beer, and her coat opened to show off her fleshy 
thighs. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, as 
if she were nervous.

"I, uh, was just about to go to bed," I told her, 
smoothing my robe.

She picked up one of my rented cassettes. "_Black and 
Blonde_?" she asked, reading the title. "Porn? Is it 
any good?" I just shrugged. "Are you still feeling 
bad about Lynda?" she went on, crossing her legs again.

"Not really," I confessed. "I think I've forgotten 
about her." Aunt Noelle's eyebrows lifted. "I, uh, 
sorta met someone else tonight. We haven't really 
_met_, just talked on the phone, but, uh, it's a little 
hard to describe, I guess -- " Christ, why was I 
telling her all this?

She stood up. Her face was pale and her green eyes had 
gone misty. "Someone who's been thinking about you for 
a long time?" she said in a soft whispery voice. 
"Someone you don't really know -- at all -- because if 
you did, you'd know that she thought of you in ways she 
wasn't supposed to?"

"Holy Jesus," I croaked. The voice on my telephone. 
Aunt Noelle. _She_ was the one who had called me, 
jerked me off, made me come!

She opened her coat. Under it she was wearing just a 
frilly pink teddy. She didn't look pudgy at all. Her 
full, lush tits filled out the bodice, with tantalizing 
glimpses of freckled cleavage on display to my eyes 
only. Her thighs were firm and pink. It was the first 
time I'd ever considered my aunt as a girl.

And she was just a girl. Younger than I am, even if 
she is my aunt, and blushing like a spring rose as my 
eyes drank in the sight of her. Her nipples were hard 
under the satiny fabric of her teddy, and the front of 
my robe began to lance outward as my cock erected 
inside. I glanced down at the swelling and said, "Does 
that tell you anything?"

She came toward me, but I was already moving, and we 
met midway. I put my arms around her, our bodies 
oozing together. She looked up at me for what seemed 
an eternity and then our lips mashed together. I 
cupped her buttocks, remembering that wild ass-fuck 
fantasy that had made me squirt like a volcano, and I 
rubbed my erection against her crotch.

"I don't know if we oughta be doing this," I said, "but 
I really think it's a little too late to stop."

"Shut up and fuck me," said my aunt Noelle.

I rolled out the daybed and the two of us mounted it. 
We kept on kissing. She had a wet, limber tongue that 
excited me no end. My hands were all over her body. I 
unlaced the front of her teddy and filled my palms with 
her sweaty, jiggly tits. They were soft as dough, and 
she moaned into my mouth as I manipulated her boobs. 
Nipples couldn't get any harder than hers were. I 
leaned down to lick them, and stayed to suck.

My mouth spread wide, gulping her tit inside. I 
glanced up, saw that her eyes were closed and her lips 
fluttering. I pulled the teddy downward, baring the 
rest of Noelle's body.

Once I had her naked, down to the puff of red hair 
between her thighs, it was damn hard to think of this 
woman as my aunt. I couldn't believe that I had never 
before taken her seriously as a female. I was sure 
taking her seriously now.

I went down on her. My lips thirsted for the taste of 
the pink gash that shined among her red pussyhairs. 
When I got my tongue into Noelle's crack, it was 
sweeter than I could have imagined. It didn't taste a 
thing like tuna.

My dad would have shit if he'd seen me eating out his 
younger half-sister, but my lips were coated with the 
juices oozing out of Aunt Noelle, and her clit was as 
hard and as big as a pecan, and she pumped her cunt 
into my face with a passion.

But I wasn't the only one who had a thing about eating. 
I sucked Aunt Noelle to a wet, moaning climax, and 
while she was still gasping, she fought herself out 
from under me and knocked me flat on my back. She 
grabbed my dick with both hands and yanked it hard.

"It was never fair," she husked. "We should have been 
boyfriend and girlfriend, not an aunt and her nephew. 
Ever since I got big enough to notice things, I wanted 
to be your girlfriend, not your aunt."

And then she took my cock in her mouth. I'd been 
dreaming for weeks about what Lynda Griffith's lips 
might feel like, wrapped around my peter. The fantasy 
was absolutely _nothing_ next to the reality of 
watching my rod vanish into Noelle's mouth.

I don't know where she learned to eat dick that good. 
Her throat was bottomless and she gulped me straight to 
the nuts, moaning around her hot hard mouthful. Her 
slobber ran down my shaft and her tongue drove me wild.

I came in her mouth. There was no way I could not come 
in her mouth, the way she was sucking me. Her green 
eyes were focused on my face, and I saw them roll as my 
cum spray splashed her tongue. She drank down my semen 
and she kept on sucking furiously. My dick pulsated 
along her tongue, harder than before.

The lips that clutched tightly around my sperm-dripping 
prick were the same ones that had purred such delicious 
obscenities into my ears on the phone. They were the 
same lips that I had dutifully kissed a hundred times 
at family reunions and once or twice under the 
mistletoe. I held Aunt Noelle's tits, squeezing the 
ripe, sweaty pastries while she finished drinking my 
load. "C'mere," I gasped.

I pulled her up to my face and kissed her hard. I 
could taste my sperm on her lips but I didn't mind. My 
hand was down between her legs, spreading and tickling 
her gash. She opened her legs wider and invited my 
finger to stab home.

I pushed into her wet, hot tunnel and fingerfucked her 
for what felt like years. She came two or three times, 
into the hollow of my hand. I licked her juice off my 
flesh, gave her a taste of it too, and then I got on 
top of my aunt with my peter stiff and horny.

First I rubbed my knob all over her cunt, stimulating 
her clit again. She was squirming and moaning wildly. 
I used the knob to open her gash, and then I pushed 
into Noelle's hole. She sucked in her breath as my 
cock speared deeply. My groin came to rest against 
hers. I was buried in the wet heat of her twat, and it 
was good to be there.

By the time I splattered her gash with my cockmilk, I 
was finished for the night. Aunt Noelle was weak from 
orgasms, too weak to move, and we just slept there 
together. First thing in the morning, I woke up to 
find my cock in her mouth, a load just ready to spill 
onto her tongue. I closed my eyes and let her have her 
way with me. She said it was a better pick-me-up than 
coffee.

We didn't get around to her assfucking fantasy until 
the next afternoon, but when we did, it was magic. I'd 
never had my tool in a girl's butt before, and Aunt 
Noelle had never taken one there, either. But she was 
wet and willing, and with the help of Crisco I busted 
her buns but good. She didn't go home that night, 
either. We spent the whole goddamn weekend, fucking 
each other crazy, until it was time for Monday morning 
classes.

But both of us are smart enough to know the 
relationship doesn't have any real potential. Even if 
we are the same age, she's still my aunt. Our family 
would have a collective hemorrhage if we became a 
permanent item. That doesn't keep us from fucking. 
Mostly we do it in person, but now and then we spend an 
evening on the phone, just like that first time.

What really surprised me was that Aunt Noelle had 
obviously been having lots of fantasies about me, for 
years and years. I'd never thought of her as a woman 
until the moment she opened her coat and showed me that 
pink teddy.

Now that I've buried my dick in her hole more times 
than Ed Meese has been indicted, I can't think of her as 
anything but a woman, and I have fantasies about her 
that would send a tv evangelist into hog heaven. But 
I've lived most of those fantasies out. If you want 
the proof, just take a whiff of my cock sometime.

I never did get a second chance with Lynda Griffith, 
but I don't much give a shit. If you call me a 
motherfucker, I might just kick your ass up alongside 
your shoulders. But if you call me an aunteater, 
there's not much I can do but hang my head and grin.

   
THE END

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