Aunt Cindy’s Final Love Affair
“See you later, ladies! Have a good weekend!” Cindy Bemis said to her co-workers—actually her subordinates, since Cindy was the chief records clerk in the office of the Clerk of the Pacificum Supreme Court and Court of Appeals. The other ladies said similar things and went out. Cindy closed up the office in the basement of the Pacificum State Capitol, walked to the exit, put on her hat and coat to face the chilly February weather, and went out to catch the trolley-bus home.
Cindy liked to think of herself as just another one of the ladies, but in reality she was a bit different from them, and not only because she was their boss. The other ladies’ clitorises, though Cindy had never seen them, presumably were not four inches long. Cindy’s clitoris, which the other ladies most certainly had never seen, was four inches long, with a big, beautiful bulb, and could ejaculate like a man’s penis; it had ejaculated like a man’s penis, thousands of times, beginning when Cindy was only 10 years old.
Now, hidden beneath Cindy’s panties and her long, dark, dignified calf-length skirt under her coat, Cindy’s clitoris was becoming hard, and its bulb was burgeoning, at the thought of what she was about to do.