Aunt

This was at the end of winter. My mother, after my father's early death, went to work to feed three children: I was 18 at the time, my brother was 5, and my little sister was 3. We also lived with Aunt Masha, my mother's own sister, a marriageable girl of 22. A few words about my aunt. She was of average height, neither thin nor fat, but as if assembled from roundnesses of different sizes. She had firm, rounded breasts, delightful rounded buttocks, rosy plump cheeks, and flirtatiously outlined lips.

When she walked down the street, all the male passersby's heads would get stuck, they would stop, and, forgetting where and why they were going, would

watch her go for a long time.

To look after my small, sickly daughter, my mother hired, for a small sum, one elderly, as it seemed to me then, woman. This woman had a son, Viktor, who was very young for her age, a guy of about 19. This Viktor took a liking to my lovely aunt, and he started dropping by our house more often than his mother, just like that, without any business. The house had 2 living rooms: a hall and a bedroom.

In the evenings, we usually watched TV in the hall, the three of us: me, Aunt Masha, and Uncle Vitya. My brother and sister were still little, and my mother had no time. Aunt Masha and Uncle Vitya usually sat on the sofa close together, and Uncle Vitya would very actively start pinching and groping my aunt. She would pretend to squeal and act as if she was defending herself. I, already accustomed to their games, so as not to disturb them, watched TV lying on the floor between the sofa and the TV.

But sometimes when my aunt squealed especially loudly, I would still, as if by accident, turn around and notice that Viktor was groping my aunt's breast in full swing, or doing something with his hand under her skirt. My mother left for work very early, at 4 in the morning; she worked as a milkmaid on a dairy farm. There were only 2 beds in the house, one in the bedroom, where my mother slept with my little brother, and the other in the hall, where my aunt and I slept. My little sister slept in a crib next to my mother. No one usually slept on the sofa in the hall; its design was very unfortunate, it was very narrow and creaky. It was good for sitting and watching TV, as the sofa had a back, and it was pleasant to lean against it.

And so one night, before morning, I woke up from some creaking sounds on the neighboring sofa. In fright, I felt around with my hand next to me and made sure my aunt wasn't there on the bed. Then I heard fragments of phrases from the direction of the sofa and understood that my aunt was lying there with Viktor, and they were doing something that made the sofa literally rock wildly. Of course, I quickly figured out they were fucking, although I had never seen it before.

Guys at that age often already discuss this topic, spy on adults, and if they've seen something, they tell each other later. I especially envied one friend who lived near a large public garden and often saw how, towards evening, lines of couples from a nearby sanatorium would go there. Like a scout, he would sneak after them and often ended up witnessing how uncles and aunties fucked (we didn't know another word for it then), often not paying attention to other couples lying nearby.

And here I am, present at it for the first time. It was still dark, and I practically couldn't see anything, but the sounds coming from them could tell a lot. I attentively absorbed all these sounds: the sharp creak of the sofa springs, Viktor's heavy breathing, and the very arousing moans and squeals of my aunt. These moans apparently affected Viktor very strongly too, as I noticed that the more she moaned, the harder he pounded her, and the louder the springs creaked, until it all ended with my aunt's continuous whimpers. I thought she was in pain, but suddenly everything stopped and the room was engulfed in loud silence. It was quiet for a few minutes, and then they started talking.

— Was it good for you, Mashenka?

— Yes, very, like never before.

— Let's do it again?

— Let's, Vitenka.

And everything started anew: the creaking of springs, Viktor's noisy breathing, my aunt's moans, and some other smacking sounds, similar to the sound of a pump at the moment when you sharply pull the piston out of a well-lubricated cylinder. The second round lasted longer than the first and at the end was even noisier and more squealing. And again silence, then a loud whisper.

— Well, how is it, Mashenka?

— Oh, good, so sweet.

— Do you want more?

— Very much, it gets sweeter and more pleasant for me each time.

— Mashenka, spread your legs wider, I want to thrust deeper, how about you, don't you mind?

— No, I also like it when you put it in deep. Only I can't move my right leg away, the backrest is in the way.

— Well, then lift it higher, put it on my back.

— Okay, Vitenka.

The sofa creaked plaintively again. After a short while, I hear.

— Well how, Mashenka, is it good like this?

— Oh, good, Vitenka.

— Maybe deeper, how do you like it?

— Yes, Vitenka, you can go deeper, oh how good it is!

— Lift your legs higher, it will be deeper for you.

The sofa creaked louder, the woman's moans became louder. It became noticeably lighter outside. I was afraid to stick my head out, but still, her plump white legs became visible to me, which would part to the sides, then come together, so that her feet momentarily touched each other, as if playing pat-a-cake, in unison with the man's ass, fiercely jumping up and down, up and down. All this was accompanied by loud female moans and squelching sounds, as if they were whipping sour cream somewhere deep inside. This fierce fucking continued for a long time, maybe 20 minutes, I don't remember exactly now. Then again for some time they rested silently until they came down from the love ecstasy.

— Well, how are you, Mashenka, not tired?

— No, Vitenka, I still want more. And how about you, is it hard?

— Yes, it's already hard.

— Then come to me. Someone here missed a good thick stick.

— Yes, your furry one has an enviable appetite, all wet with saliva, still hasn't had enough of my sausage. Okay, spread your legs wider, I need to aim.

— Look, don't miss.

— I won't miss.

He lifted her legs higher and thrust into her with force.

— Oh, how good, Vitenka.

The fucking continued. Viktor was breathing noticeably heavier, clearly starting to get tired. Now he moved with less frequency, his movements became sweeping and as if unhurried. He slowly rose up, paused for a moment, and with acceleration slammed between my aunt's spread legs, knocking a long, arousing moan out of her.

Meanwhile, it became completely light outside, but the young lovers seemed to notice nothing around them. Even my aunt, who should have thought about the fact that her nephew should have already woken up, forgetting about everything in the world, was lustfully squealing and sweepingly waving her bare legs, like a female who had entered a wild ecstasy when a male fiercely fucks her. Another 20 minutes passed. They came again and rested.

— Well, how are you, Vitenka, not tired yet?

— What?

— I still want more.

— I'll try now.

— Try, but do it well.

— I'll try my best.

And again the sofa creaked. Outside, the sun was shining in full force, and they kept fucking and fucking, forgetting about everything in the world. In the next room, my little brother and sister had already woken up and were running around, happily stomping their feet. In the end, they became interested in the sounds coming from our room and decided to see what their aunt was doing so fiercely that everything there was shaking and creaking. But they couldn't open the door and started banging on it with their little fists and shouting. Viktor, bewildered, got off my aunt and quickly pulled on his pants, she also pulled a robe over her naked body and opened the door, the kids burst into the room and squealed joyfully.

I pretended to have woken up from their noise, also got up and started getting dressed. Viktor left immediately, and my aunt was energetically cooking something in the kitchen. I offered to help her and was fussing around her aimlessly. My aunt sat down at the table and started peeling potatoes, I on the other side of the table started cutting bread. Unexpectedly, my knife slipped and fell. I bent down for the knife and when I picked it up, I accidentally glanced towards my aunt and was stunned. Right before my eyes on the chair were her white, naked, and widely spread legs, and between them, covered with curly hair, was the mysterious female organ. With difficulty, averting my gaze from this picture, I stood up, put down the knife, and, trying not to meet her eyes, went outside.

Life went on. A few months later, already in summer, I lay in wait for them when they went to the bathhouse at the end of our garden, although we hadn't heated the bathhouse that day. It was evening, it was dark outside. I cautiously approached the light plank door of the bathhouse and peeked through the crack between the door boards. They turned on the light, and therefore I could see the edge of the sofa and what was on that spot: the plump white leg of my aunt, which periodically rose and fell in unison with loud spring sounds.

It was that same sofa they had exercised on in winter; shortly before that, we had bought a wide ottoman for the hall, and this ugly sofa had been moved to the anteroom of the bathhouse. Since my aunt and Viktor were sure no one could see or hear them, they behaved completely freely. Viktor, like a wild beast, was pounding my aunt, and she was moaning loudly and uttering arousing remarks.

— Oh, how good, oh how great! Yours is so big today!

— Do you like it? Do you feel anything?

— I sure do feel it!

— What do you feel?

— A cock in a pussy!..

— Want it deeper?

— Yes. Vitenka, come on, come on…

Viktor was trying so hard that I thought the sofa would fall apart now, and how my aunt endured such fucking was unclear… Finally, after a few minutes, the anteroom echoed with a series of her moans turning into a scream and became completely quiet. Finally, Viktor rolled to the edge of the sofa with his back to my aunt, he was lying on his side, and part of his torso and what was between his legs became visible to me…

I was amazed at the size of this guy's penis; it resembled a piece of sausage about twenty centimeters long and about six in diameter. And a few seconds later, my aunt's white palm appeared in my field of vision, which began first unhurriedly, then with acceleration, moving along this living trunk. It was clear that Viktor really liked these movements of my aunt's hand; he started moaning and moving his body so that his penis entered and exited this tender captivity of my aunt's fingers.

— Mashenka, do you want it already?

— Of course!

— What do you want?

— Thrust it deep into me!.. Plant the whole alley with flowers – she added and laughed.

— Oh how good, Vitenka!..

The sofa creaked impetuously and the "process" went on with renewed vigor… About fifteen minutes later, after my aunt once again produced a series of arousing cries of female joy, Viktor again lay on his side on the edge of the sofa and I noticed that his penis had noticeably decreased in size and resembled a crooked appendage. Soon the woman's palm encircled the drooping organ and began to move it back and forth.

— Well, is it not standing or is it not standing? – I heard my aunt's playful question?

— It sure is standing! – answered Viktor.

— Caress it with your fingers, your playful fingers would raise the dead! – he added.

And indeed, literally a minute later, his drooping organ began to behave as if it were being pumped with some magical fluid; it began to grow, straighten, and soon stood at its full heroic height. Viktor stood up, slapped my aunt with his palm, and told her to get up and get on all fours. My aunt knelt across the sofa so that her round buttocks hung right over the edge of the sofa, coming into my field of vision. What I saw (the view of her round butt in profile) plunged me into amazement; when I imagined what Viktor saw before him, my little dick started getting heavy in my shorts… Viktor, with visible pleasure, examined the picture revealed to him for a long time and stroked her thighs and butt.

— You're aiming for a long time, Vitenka! Afraid to miss?

— It's hard to miss such a target, — answered Viktor and, fitting his cock, thrust it into the depths of her body.

Viktor grabbed her steep sides with both hands and began impetuously pulling her ass towards him, pressing his lower abdomen against her. My aunt herself began to move her ass impetuously back and forth, trying to impale herself harder on his dart. The slaps of their colliding loins became louder and louder.

— Oh, what a fucking great fuck! How great it is to fuck with you! – exclaimed Viktor.

— Come on, Vitenka, fuck me harder! Oh, fuck, how good! – my aunt groaned heavily and began to move even more briskly.

— Son, where are you? Time to go home! – his mother's voice unexpectedly interrupted my erotic "movie". I looked around in fright and saw that she was leaning out the window, vainly trying to see me in the darkness of our yard. I waited a few seconds, and when her head disappeared into the depths of the room, I quietly, on tiptoe, began to move away from the bathhouse towards the house. My aunt came into the house about forty minutes later; her rosy, excited face clearly spoke of the pleasures she had experienced.

I never again witnessed their love meetings, although of course they met. They often went for walks together, and I think he most likely took her to his house; his mother was away on business for long periods, and the house was at their complete disposal. Six months later, Viktor was drafted into the army, and a few months after that, a nice guy about 5 years older than her unexpectedly came to propose to her, and my aunt married him.

A year later, they had a daughter, 3 years later another daughter, but something didn't work out between them. When I visited them on holidays, I didn't notice any eroticism in their relationship. They were still living in a family dormitory then, I slept in the same room with them, and I never heard their bed creak. But apparently that sexual appetite that Viktor had awakened in her gave my aunt no peace, and she started fooling around on her husband, cheating on him. When she came to visit us, I sometimes heard my mother scolding Aunt Masha behind closed doors with the words "when will you stop whoring around?".

But then unexpectedly, my aunt's husband died (hit by a car) and my aunt became a whore of regional scale, so to speak, on legal grounds. For several years, she lived a free, dissolute life.