In the dark corners of our minds lay the worst of us, stirring occasionally. This is a fantasy tale, pure fiction.
My Aunt Cindy was cool, and very sexy.
The oldest daughter, she was the best looking of the three sisters, including my mom.
Tall, dark hair, a great smile, long legs, always tan with a smattering of freckles. She had firm-looking “B” cup tits and a nice ass. Smart too, she was the first in the family to head off to college. She had a lot going for her, but I never really paid much attention.
Things took a turn the summer of ‘77, after I turned 18, just before I headed off to the Army.
I planned on spending a month on my Grandparents farm before shipping out, just to get my head straight.
The whole month my Aunt Cindy was always there, doing chores, gathering eggs, feeding the chickens; always with me watching.
It was hard not to watch her work.
She would throw on an old T shirt and her dark nipples would be clearly visible, straining against the material when they got hard.
Sometimes it was an old flannel shirt, the top few buttons unbuttoned allowing me to catch a glance of her tits while she bent over.
A few times I thought it was intentional, allowing me a long look at her tits hanging under the soft flannel.
But I was in the Army a few weeks later, my gorgeous Aunt just a memory.
While I did my three years in the Army she got married and moved out to California.
She once sent me a letter with a pic of her in a string bikini on a beach, looking tan and thin.
I taped that one in my locker and kept it through my Army hitch, looking at it every now and then and masturbating at the idea of spreading those long legs.
During my last year in the Army I heard about her divorce.
She had discovered her traveling salesman husband was fucking around on her. She was dumping him and moving back home.
I was happy to hear she was returning and I remember thinking how stupid her ex was to leave that gorgeous woman at home alone.
The ex-husband stayed in Cali and forty year old Aunt Cindy returned to the Midwest, moved to a mid-sized city in the state, got an apartment and a job in some kind of manufacturing.
By this time I was going to college about twenty-five miles down the highway, fucking my way around campus, making up for lost time spent in the Army.
The cornucopia of girls available while I was stationed in Germany became a dim memory during the damn near monk-like final two years I spent at Fort Riley.
I was busy making up for those two years of celibacy.
I was 22 and a muscular 180 pounds when I got out of the Army, and suddenly I was turning heads.
There were damn few single girls to fuck in my home town, but even though the college nightlife on the weekends was much more fun, I still had to go back home to visit the family once a month at the least.
I always included a visit to the farm on those trips home, with the hope she would be there as well.
Many times she was there, in shorts, helping my Grandparents with chores.
My good-looking Aunt had gone through a series of boyfriends since her return, and I met a few of the losers she was boning. I remembered thinking that she must be horny as hell to fuck some of these guys.
One night we were at the fence near the horse barn, watching the sun go down. As we leaned against the fence a big horse began approaching a mare.
The horse's long cock emerged and he mounted the mare, sliding the huge length into her. As the stallion fucked the mare, Cindy looked at me and gave me a funny, knowing smile.
As the horse dismounted and trotted off his thick cum continued to pour out of the mare.
“Lucky horse,” I said.
“Which one?” she countered, smiling.
After I turned back to the animals I saw her sneak a glance at my crotch.
Out at the farm I was turning my Aunts head as well.
One winter night while heading home from college I drove into one of those Midwest blizzards that turn roads into skating rinks.
I had to get off the highway and ended up at a run-down Super 8 for the night.
Cindy heard of my snowy night stuck in town a few days later.
“You get stuck in town again, just call me and come to my place; you don’t need to spend money on a hotel room.”
I filed that information away for the future.
Less than one month later I’m driving Hwy 30 looking at a crappy ground blizzard about twenty miles west of town. It was everything the weatherman said it would be. It had been a little dodgy getting myself the twenty-five miles to her town, and I was hoping she was home.
I pulled into a gas station and dropped a dime into a payphone.
“Aunt Cindy, it’s Mike. Hey, sorry for calling so late - I’m driving through and the roads are bad. I just pulled into town and was going to get a room when I remembered what you said...if it's OK”
“Of course,” she said. “Head over here. Webb Road, you remember.” She sounded a little drunk.
“Aunt Cindy, it’s Mike. The roads are bad and I’m just outside of GI. I was going to get a room…”
“Don’t get a room,” she said. “Head over here. Webb road, you remember.” She sounded a little drunk.
“OK,” about 15 minutes.``
I pulled into a visitor spot and walked up to the brick units, and knocked.
Cindy answered the door in a man's dress shirt that went almost to her knees. I wondered if that's all she had on.
“Get in out of the cold.” She smiled and gave me a hug as I stepped in and I felt her small firm tits under the material.
She was holding a wide glass in one hand, and I smelled whiskey.
“Put your stuff down and relax. Want something to drink? I like your hair now, that's nice.”
“Whatever you're having, Cindy. Sorry to keep you up. I didn't want to go any farther in the snow…”’ I sat on the couch, her place was warm , neat and clean.
“Don’t worry about that, I told you to stop by next time.” She handed me a whiskey on the rocks. And changed the music. There was a kind of fake electric fireplace that cast most of the light.
“College suits you then How are the girls?”
“They're alright.” I said
“Don't be that way - I know a good-looking guy like you is getting plenty”
“I do alright, I guess.”
“Better than me, this town is the pits for men.”
She filled her glass. “My boss asked to screw me last week. Can you believe that? What an ass.”
Her top few buttons were unbuttoned and I could see her cleavage, and when she sat down on the couch she drew a leg up and could see her panties, with a dark bush under them.
“The last time I saw you I was at the farm...I think..I was thinking Jesus he grew up into a stud.” “Thanks.” I said attending to my drink, but she wasn't paying attention.
“It's not fair, this is going to waste, I just want a man, you know?” she slurred, her brunette hair falling in front of her eyes.
I moved over and put my arm around her
“You think I’m OK, right?”
“Better than OK” I replied
“I like your tight jeans. ‘Cause I can look at your butt. ‘An I can look at your bulge.” She burst out laughing when she said this and almost spilled her drink.
“You’re being very bad,” I observed, pulling her a bit closer and kissing her on the forehead.
She got very quiet and lifted her lips up to meet mine. I let her press her lips to mine, and when she did I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She made a low sound, deep in her throat. We began making out, hard, passionate kisses.
Suddenly she pulled away, breathless. “I...I want to…” She said weakly.
“It's OK. I want to. You’re so sexy. So hot.” I took her hand and put it on my bulging crotch - my cock was straining the buttons of my Levi 501’s. She took another large sip of her whiskey, and I pulled her in for more. She didn't resist, but she didn't take the initiative either. She let me have my way.
I slipped a hand under her shirt and cupped one of her tits, the nipple was hard under my fingers. She moaned and leaned back - I unbuttoned the dress shirt - a left over from a previous boyfriend - and opened it up to reveal her small round tits.
Her hand was softly rubbing the bulge in my jeans. I stood and undid my belt, and unbuttoned my Levi’s.
I reached into my briefs and pulled out my hard cock. Her eyes locked on my penis and one hand reached out and gripped it.
As I stood and watched, my Aunt Cindy took my cock in her mouth with a loan moan.
I watched in amazement as the head of my fat dick disappeared between her lips.
As it entered her mouth, her eyes became unfocused, her arms hung limp at her sides, and she seemed resigned to the act. Maybe surrendering to it was a better word
She pulled back to get a breath, her head drooped and she mumbled something about it being “...wrong”.
I took her by the chin and lifted her head until I was looking into her hazel eyes.
“Its just like fucking a stranger. A stranger you saw in a bar and brought home. A man you had a few drinks with. . A man with a big cock for you. Right?”
“Yes. Yes, yeah…” she stammered.
I brought my dick back to her lips and she opened her mouth wide to accommodate its girth.
I knelt on the shag carpet and grabbed the panties she was wearing with both hands and slipped them off.
I roughly pulled her forward and spread her legs, bringing her pussy to my hungry tongue. I went straight for her clit, licking it with the fullness of my tongue like an ice cream cone.
Her head was thrown back, her hands gripping the pillows she had arranged there before my arrival. As I licked her, one of her hands went to her tits and she began rubbing and squeezing it.
Her pelvis pushed back, grinding a little on my tongue and bucking when I hit her clit. I ran my tongue along her pussy lips and stuck it inside her as far as I could reach - her back arched and she groaned.
I was watching her face as my tongue explored her pussy and continued its assault on her clit - I couldn't believe I had my mouth on the cunt of my lovely Aunt; and I had her on the edge of cumming.
Both her hands came down and pulled back on her pussy lips, exposing her clit for me. I begans licking it with a steady pace, hard then soft.
I watched as my Aunt doubled over, spasming and convulsing, her legs closed now, one hand rubbing her clit.
She laid back, currents of the orgasm still running through her body in little twitches.
She started to pull herself up and I put a strong hand on her shoulder and pushed her down.
I pulled her forward and began rubbing my very hard cock up and down her pussy.
“You can’t…” she began weakly “No, not that...please… don’t.”
“It’s a little late, Cindy. Feel that?” I asked as I continued to rub my fat cock along her cunt, sopping wet with her juices and my saliva.
“Do you feel that?” I repeated.
“Yes,” she replied weakly
“You want that, don't you?. You need it.”
“...can’t. No.” She mumbled.
“You want me to fuck you; you need this big cock in you. Don’t you?’
“Please...Don’t fuck me.” she blurted out.
“Don’t fuck me. Please”
I slid my cock into her pussy as I watched her face. Her mouth opened in a round O and my hands went to her tits, fondling them both. I drew her knees back, giving me full access to her cunt. I placed my hands behind her knees and held her legs back.
I gave her a few long, slow strokes.
“That feels good doesn't it?”
“No. No, I need you to stop, please…” Her voice was louder now.
One of her hands slapped my face and I could see she was getting ready to get loud.
“Be quiet”. I said with sudden fury as I wrapped both my hands around her shapely neck and started choking her.
Her hands grasped my wrists to loosen my hands and I leaned in for a better grip, putting my entire weight into strangling her.
Her eyes were wide with surprise and fear and her mouth was open, a raspy sound escaping from her lips. I gave her neck a violent little shake.
“You will be quiet and you will let me fuck you.” I hissed.
Eyes wide open, she was frozen with the realization of what was about to happen. Her mind was rejecting the fact that she was about to be fucked by her nephew, against her will. The thought that she would most likely not survive the encounter wasn't real yet.
She opened her mouth to protest, maybe scream; but my hands around her throat like a vise were not allowing sound to escape.
She was kicking now but I had her pinned against the arm of the couch and the cushions, legs in the air flailing ineffectively, my cock buried in her cunt.
I leaned back to better see my long penis parting her dark pussy lips, pulling her head forward by the neck as I did so, allowing her to see my cock inside her as well. I slowly pulled it out until only the bulbous head was just inside her lips, and toyed with her, moving it in and out all the while I continued squeezing her long, soft neck to silence her.
Her hands were losing their grip, her kicking was getting weaker.
I gave her neck a few rough shakes, tightening my grip in the process.
Hypoxic, drunk and exhausted, the fight was starting to leave her.
Her eyes stared at me, wide with disbelief as my cock sawed away at her pussy and my hands continued to strangle the breath out of her.
Her long legs still kicked but I had her pinned to the couch, pounding her with my cock.
Her back arched up and her breath came in a series of short gasps that stopped at my fingers.
I felt a brief fluttering in her pussy, and wondered if she was having an orgasm, or if I was feeling the last spasms of life from her.
There was a long groan from her and her body stiffened, then went limp.
She was unconscious, maybe dead, but I did not stop.
I slid my cock back into her warm slit, parting her pretty pussy lips.
Her head lolled back and her mouth made that “O” again. I took her hands and flipped them aside, her arms limp now.
A few spasms jerked through her body, little tremors.
I tightened my grip and continued strangling her. There was no turning back now.
I was long-stroking her cunt and my orgasm was building .
There were so many more things I wanted to do to her but I couldn't hold it back.
I felt a random spasm in her cunt as she convulsed under me, her pussy jerking as my cock began jetting cum into her in a series of strong waves.
My hands were still around her throat, still squeezing ruthlessly..
I held my dick deep in her pussy as the waves shook my body, then slowly began to subside. A few involuntary convulsions shuddered through her tan, thin frame, her little tits jiggling. Her big hazel eyes were open and fixed on the wall.
My cock slid out of her cunt like an eel, long and wet.
I sat up, lit a cigarette and sat back at one end of the couch with a whiskey, smoking silently.
She was awkwardly spread out at the other end of the couch not breathing, legs spread, head back, long brunette hair splashed out, mouth open.
As I sat there smoking, a stream of my semen drooled from my dead aunt's pussy in a long stream. If only she would have been quiet. If only she would have let me just fuck her when I was done eating her out.
I got up and ran a hand along her tits, squeezing a nipple. I grabbed her head by her chin and looked into her eyes - they were lifeless, her mouth slightly open.
I went and got something to eat, had another whisky and rifled through a few drawers and found some cash. It was still snowing, but the wind was down.
In about two hours I came back to her body and fucked her again.
Slowly this time.
Kissing her, sucking the dark nipples on her round tits, holding her and slow fucking her pussy until I pulled it out and slipped it into her ass.
I couldn't believe how tight her butt was and after a few strokes I began to orgasm.
I pulled my cock out and slipped it into her lovely mouth and jetted a load of cum between her lips, down her throat.