Chapter 2
When Sara got home, the phone was ringing. It was her sister, calling all the way from New York to ask if Sara would do some babysitting while she went to the hospital for emergency surgery. It wasn't very serious, she said, but she needed someone to look after her son Brad.
"But of course I will," Sara said. "When can I expect him?"
"Well, as a matter of fact," her sister said sheepishly, "I was so sure you'd agree that I already put him on a plane. He should be arriving in Oakdale in about an hour." Sara was stunned, but she felt she couldn't back out now. She assured her sister that she'd leave for the airport right away. As she drove there, she tried to remember just how old Brad was and what he looked like. She hadn't seen him or her sister in years. As far as she could recall, Brad must be out of grade school by now.
The Oakdale airport wasn't very large, and the in-coming flight was a Cessna that carried only eight passengers. Seven of them were adults, so it wasn't hard for Sara to spot her nephew Brad. Still she was surprised. She hadn't thought he was that hold. The handsome, husky blond boy who stepped off the plane looked like he was in his early teens at least. Sara walked up to him uncertainly.
"Brad?" she said.
"Hey, you must be Aunt Sara," he said, flashing her a big smile. "I didn't remember you were so pretty."
Sara reddened and hurried him off to collect his luggage. She'd been expecting a little boy, not a handsome young man who was taller than she was. As they drove home, she asked him about himself and learned that he was a junior in high school. He wanted her to arrange for him to finish out his last few weeks of school at Oakdale High.
Sara wondered if she could even go back there after her humiliating experience with Rick. Of course she'd have to go back, it was her career. But Rick would be there in her sixth-period class, grin-ning knowingly at her, and he'd almost certainly want to fuck her again. She didn't know what to do. She decided to push the whole problem from her mind till tomorrow. Right now she had her nephew to think about.
After dinner, Sara excused herself, saying she was going to have a bath and go to bed early. She really needed some time alone to think. Lounging in the warm bath water, she debated whether or not to report Rick to the principal for raping her. It would be so embarrassing, and the boy would probably claim that she'd cooperated.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened, and Brad walked in.
Sara gasped and threw her arms over her naked tits. "Brad, I told you I was taking a bath," she sputtered.
"I know, Aunt Sara," he grinned, "so I came in to scrub your back for you. It was real nice of you to take me in on such short notice. I guess I can do something in return."
He seemed so friendly and innocent that Sara didn't know what to do. Maybe his family was uninhibited about nudity, and maybe she was being a prude. She was still debating about it as Brad knelt beside the tub, grabbed the soap, and began lathering up her back. Sara sat there rigidly, her arms still folded over her large thrusting tits.
"Relax," Brad laughed, "I'm not gonna rape you or anything."
That was an unfortunate choice of words. It brought the incident of that day vividly back to her mind. Helplessly she saw herself lying naked on her desk, pinned beneath his eagerly humping body, as he pistoned his steel-hard cock in and out of her long-denied cunt. As she re-lived the scene, she felt suddenly and achingly horny.
Brad's gentle massage of her back wasn't helping, either. Suddenly she wanted a man's touch, wanted her nephew to touch her all over. He was working down from her shoulders, spreading the soap lather all over her back, and his hands seemed to be coming awfully close to the plump outer curves of her tits. She felt her pussy getting hot and swollen.
What was the matter with her? Why, after twenty years without sex, should she suddenly want it so much? It was as if Rick had awakened all her buried needs, and now she couldn't control them. She shivered with longing as Brad's soap-slick fingers worked closer and closer to her tits. If she didn't get away from the boy immediately, she might do something foolish. "That's enough, thank you, Brad," she said shakily.
"Aw, let me finish, Aunt Sara," he said. "As long as I got my hands wet, I might as well do the whole job."
He went on soaping her body, working his hands up her sides and caressing the outer swelling of her large firm tits. Sara felt a hot spurt of juice from her lusty little cunt. She couldn't forget how marvelous it had felt when Rick crammed his big hard prick into her pussy and fucked her deep and hard. She wanted to be fucked again, wanted it urgently.
Suddenly Brad pushed her arms aside and cupped her tits in his lather-filled hands. Sara was taken off guard and was too surprised to react for a moment. The boy squeezed and molded the hot silky flesh of her tits, and she felt sharp jolts of pleasure racing right down to her swelling slit. Her big conical nipples began to stiffen under Brad's massaging palms.
"B-Brad, really, that's enough," she stammered.
"Sorry," he chuckled, "I just couldn't resist. You've got fantastic tits, Aunt Sara."
What was she supposed to say to that? He might be only a boy, but he'd obviously been around, and he came from an environment that was much more uninhibited than hers. As he eagerly soaped and squeezed her sensitive melon-sized tits, she felt her pussy growing molten hot with need. She had to get away from Brad before she lost her self-control completely.
Just then she felt his hands leaving her tits and moving lower, down over her sleek flat belly. His hands dipped under the water and explored the thick dark curls of her cunt. As he pressed the wet fur patch, stimulating the swollen mound beneath, Sara felt such a hot rush of lust that she almost moaned. She couldn't deny that she wanted her handsome teenage nephew to fuck her.
"That's enough, Brad!" she cried.
She wriggled from his grasp and leaped from the tub, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body. Brad got to his feet smiling mysteriously, and as he turned toward her, Sara saw that there was a big hard lump at the crotch of his jeans. The temptation was powerful, but she told herself that she was absolutely not going to get sexually involved with her sister's kid.
She'd already gone too far today, way too far. She'd let Rick fuck her, and she hadn't been able to conceal her enjoyment. To fuck Brad would be incest, and she didn't need that on her conscience, not on top of the incident with Rick. She's just have to find some other way to satisfy her reborn lusts. She turned and reached for the door knob.
Brad grabbed her from behind, rubbing his sharply tented crotch against her ass. He slid his hands up under the towel and pressed the silky damp fur of her pussy. Sara stifled a moan and felt sizzling pussy juice running down her thighs.
"Please, Brad, let go of me," she moaned. "You know this isn't right."
"What's wrong with it?" he said hoarsely, still pressing her swollen fur-matted cunt. "If you and I want to have fun together, that's nobody's business but ours."
"Brad, I'm your aunt!" Sara cried. "You can't make love to your own aunt."
"I don't know why not," he chuckled. "Sounds like a real turn-on to me."
Sara used her last ounce of self-control to wrench herself from his grasp, open the door, and run for her bedroom. If she stayed another second with the boy, she wouldn't be able to resist his eager hard cock. Brad thundered after her, but she managed to get into her room, slam the door and lock it. She leaned against it, almost moaning with horniness.
"Aw, come on, Aunt Sara," Brad called. "We could have a really hot time."
"No, Brad," she moaned. "You go to bed and think things over. If you just calm down and think, you'll see why it can't work. I'm going to sleep."
She heard him walking away, then slamming the door of the guest room. She let the towel fall from her body and staggered over to her bed. Tumbling down on the bedspread, she instinctively slipped her hand between her thighs and began to rub her achingly swollen cunt. The scalding flesh was wet with pussy juice.
Sara had never masturbated before because she hadn't even allowed herself to think about sex. Tonight she was powerfully tempted. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep when she was seething with horniness. Running her fingers over the pouting hot flesh of her pussy, she felt shivers of pleasure. She'd never tried playing with herself, but she was sure she could come that way.
She slid a finger between the thick-furred lips of her cunt and touched the erect throbbing bud of her clit. It was the most sensitive organ of her body, and as she began to rub it, she felt strong waves of pleasure. She realized that all she had to do was rub that swollen lump for a while and she'd get the relief she so urgently needed.
"Mmmmmmram," she sighed.
It really did feel fantastically good to frig her horny little clit. Lying there stroking herself, she began to relax. As her defenses weakened, she let her mind drift back to the year she was sixteen. That was when her whole trouble had started. She usually tried not to think about what had happened, but now she couldn't shut out the memory.
In Sara's sixteenth summer, her Uncle Don came to visit. He was her father's brother, a tall, powerfully-built, dark-haired man who looked very much like her daddy. He must have been in his mid-thirties then. Sara thought he was handsome and fun to be with. She even had a crush on him. Uncle Don took her everywhere he went. One time he took her to the beach.
Sara was almost grown by then, but she didn't know how stunning she looked in her skimpy red bikini swimsuit. She was too young to understand the hot gleam in Uncle Don's eyes when she took off her beach jacket and strolled beside him in just that skimpy suit, her big ripe tits almost popping from the tiny strapless bra. All she could think about was the fun she and Uncle Don were going to have swimming together.
They found a private cove and stretched out on a blanket to get good and hot from the sun before attempting the cool ocean water. Uncle Don lay very close to Sara, but she wasn't alarmed about it. She loved him and liked his closeness. When he began rubbing her back, she purred with contentment.
"You're a very pretty girl, Sara," he said. There was an unusual hoarse note to his voice.
"You think so, Uncle Don?" she sighed. "I think I'm too tall."
"No, that just makes you stand out from the other girls," he said. "You're a knock-out, honey. You must have lots of boys chasing after you."
"No," Sara sighed, "Mom and Daddy won't let me date yet. I have to wait till school starts next fall."
She thought she felt his hands start to moisten, but she didn't think much about it. It felt so soothing to have her back rubbed. When he untied the little string that held her bra on, that didn't bother her, either. Maybe he wanted to rub there. Her bra slipped down, uncovering all of her large ripe tits except the nipples.
Uncle Don spoke in a soft, soothing voice as he massaged her back, and Sara felt hypnotized with pleasure. Soon he was moving his hands downward, touching the outer swelling of her tits, but still no alarm went off in her head. Sara was totally inexperienced when it came to sex. This was just good old Uncle Don being nice to her.
"It's really better that you don't date boys your own age for a while," he was saying. "You need somebody older, a guy who knows what he's doing."
Sara wasn't paying much attention to his words, in fact she was half-asleep, lulled by his soft voice and the hot sun. He slipped his hands under her tits and began to squeeze and mold them gently. Sara felt a delicious hot sensation in her pussy, and her large rosy-pink nipples went rigid and pulsating against his palms. It felt so nice to have him fondle her tits.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured. "You like that, honey?" Uncle Don said hoarsely.
"Mmmmmm, feels nice," Sara sighed.
"I know something that'll feel even nicer," he said. "You just relax and let Uncle Don make you feel good."
That was just fine with Sara. She was enjoying his touch more by the second, and that strange but pleasant hot sensation in her pussy was getting stronger. She felt Uncle Don untying the strings that held her bikini bottoms together, then pushing the garment aside and uncovering her adorable little round ass. He cupped the firm globes and massaged them, and Sara quivered with enjoyment.
She felt him sliding a finger into the tight crease of her ass, then working his fingertip down to the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter. It felt exciting to her, and her virgin cunt leaked a little rush of steamy juice. Uncle Don rubbed his fingertip back and forth over the clenched opening, and more hot cream dribbled from her aroused pussy. Then he popped the tip of his finger into her shitter and worked it up and down.
"Ooooooooo!" Sara squealed.
"Feel good?" he said.
"Yessssss," she sighed. "Weird, but good."
He started inching his stiff finger deeper into her snug little asshole, and the deeper he went, the more exciting it felt to Sara. A few times before in her young life, when she'd had a crush on a boy, she'd had horny feelings, but never as strongly as this. She felt her virgin pussy puffing up and getting molten hot and very wet.
Uncle Don worked his stiff finger as far as he could into her scalding, gripping shitter, and Sara moaned with lusty excitement. He started finger-fucking her asshole, jerking his finger up and down in the slick little tube, and Sara squealed with pleasure and clawed at the blanket. Now the hot juice was pouring uncontrollably from her horny little cunt.
"Ahhhhh, yesssss!" she moaned.
"You like that a lot, don't you, honey?" Uncle Don said in that odd hoarse voice.
"Oh, yeah, Uncle Don," Sara whined. "It feels so good. Please keep doing it to me."
"Sure I will, honey," he said.
Sara had never experienced anything so exciting in her life as his stiff finger jerking up and down in her sensitive little asshole. Her pussy was on fire with horniness, and soon she was instinctively moving her hips in a helpless fucking motion. She didn't think about the right or wrong of the situation. All she knew was that Uncle Don knew a way to give her incredible pleasure.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" she moaned. "Ahhhhhh!"
"That's it, honey," Uncle Don panted. "Enjoy it. Let me bring you off."
Sara didn't know what that meant. She only knew that the pleasure was building in her pussy till she was screaming with it. The beach swirled before her gaze, and then she screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy. Uncle Don crammed his rigid finger deep into her fiery-hot asshole, and suddenly she felt like a bomb blast of pleasure and exploded deep in her belly.
"Aagggghhhh!" she wailed.
Her body convulsed uncontrollably, and wave after wave of violent pleasure ripped through her pussy. She could feel hot juice sizzling from her cunt and soaking her whole crotch. The delicious spasms went on for almost a minute, and then she lay limp and glowing with satisfaction.
"Uncle Don!" she gasped. "What happened to me?"
"You had an orgasm, Sara," he said. "You came. Would you like to come again?"
"Mmmmmmm, yes, I'd love it," she sighed.
"Let me turn you over, then," he said, "and I can do it better."
Sara let him roll her over, and her untied bikini panties slipped away, uncovering her glossy brown bush. She didn't feel self-conscious about lying naked in front of him. All she could think about was the mind-blasting pleasure he'd given her and how he was going to give her more. He eased her long legs open and stared hungrily at her young pink pussy slit.
"You'll like this even better, Sara," he promised.
He dipped his head down into the soft fur of her cunt, snaked out his tongue, and began to flick the wet tip over her tiny pink clit. Sara groaned. The pleasure was fantastic, even better than when he'd finger-fucked her asshole. She let her legs fall all the way open and gurgled in ecstasy as Uncle Don ate her pussy.
"Unnnggghhhh, yes! I LOVE IT!" she moaned.
He jammed his mouth onto her erect throbbing clit and began to suck it. Sara almost flew off the blanket, the pleasure was so sudden and powerful. She howled as his firm lips tugged and squeezed her super-sensitive clit. He made a lewd wet slurping noise that only added to her excitement. Her virgin cunt was gushing uncontrollably onto his bobbing chin.
"Uhhhhhh, Uncle Don!" she groaned. "You're doing it to me again! I'M COMING! AAAGGGHHHH!"
As the second delicious orgasm ripped through her body, Sara closed her eyes and convulsed, wailing with ecstasy. She wished those wonderful sensations would last forever, but after several seconds her spasms faded, and she opened her eyes to find Uncle Don stark naked. She couldn't help gawking. She'd never seen a cock before.
Uncle Don's prick looked enormous to her inexperienced eyes, a rigid wrist-thick slab of meat that sprang from a thick bush of dark wiry hairs. She didn't get to look at it very long, because suddenly he climbed on top of her, his big hair-matted chest scraping her stiff-nippled tits. She felt his cock, hot and stiff, poking urgently against her cunt.
"I can't help it, honey," her uncle moaned. "I've just gotta fuck you."
He thrust his hips forward hard, and Sara felt a blast of pain that made her scream. Uncle Don clapped a hand over her mouth, and she found she couldn't wriggle out from under his weight. She felt her untried cunt being painfully crammed full of rock- hard throbbing cock. She gave muffled sobs, certain that his massive prick would tear her in half.
"Ahhhhhhh, Christ, your pussy's tight!" Uncle Don moaned.
He started pistoning his big rigid prick up and down in the tiny bruised tube of her cunt. Sara just lay there praying it wouldn't last long, but as he went on fucking her, she began to experience little bursts of pleasure. After a minute or two she found she liked having her cunt stuffed with his thick pulsating prick, and she began to gurgle with enjoyment.
Uncle Don took his hand off her mouth and panted, "Feel good to you, honey?"
"Uhhhhhhh, yessss," Sara moaned.
She couldn't remember much after that, her mind was so blasted with pleasure. Uncle Don fucked her until she came twice, and then he got off, filling her snug little pussyhole with steaming jizz. She wasn't sorry to have lost her cherry. All she could think about was fucking Uncle Don again.
They fucked every chance they could get that summer, till he had to go home. The rest of the story was short and grim. Sara found out she was pregnant, and her horrified parents sent her away to a place for unmarried mothers and made her give the baby up for adoption. She never did tell them that it was Uncle Don's baby. But of course she would never forget.
Now, almost twenty years later, Sara lay naked on her bed, feverishly rubbing her clit and thinking about Uncle Don. She hated him for what he'd done to her. He'd made her hate all men, and for twenty years she'd hated the very thought of sex. Now her natural urges had surfaced again, and she didn't seem able to control them.
All she could think about was the burning need in her pussy and the fantastic pleasure she'd felt when Uncle Don plowed his big hard cock into her seething wet pussyhole. She couldn't help it, she was desperate to be fucked again. Nothing could take the place of fucking, not even the sharp jolts of pleasure she was getting as she frigged her clit.
She wanted something big and stiff in her cunt. It was as simple as that. Wild with horniness, desperate for relief, Sara shoved her stiff middle finger hard into her cunt. The snug tube was searing-hot and soaked with her helplessly gushing pussy juice. She jerked her finger roughly up and down, imitating the motions of a hungrily plowing cock.
"Ahhhhhhh, God, I need it so bad!" she whined.
One finger wasn't enough. She wanted to feel something the size of a real live cock. Moaning with need, she bunched three fingers and crammed them deep into her seething wet fuckhole. She plowed her fingers hard and fast in her achingly horny cunt. This time she had the sensation she wanted, and in seconds she was coming.
She pressed her face into the pillow to muffle her screams of release. She'd discovered one way to take care of her lust, but could it really take the place of a man?