A Nephew Come to Stay

"Fuck you," Samantha finally shot back, but it was though a wicked smile as she kissed and licked Bobby's full length. She gathered all of the saliva that had been pooling in her mouth and she spat it out on the head of Bobby' cock, then she began working the spit all over his giant penis, getting it all slippery and wet. Bobby reaction was one of approval. He knew she was lubing him up so she could take more of him.

Samantha stopped stroking for a moment so she could concentrate on feeding the massive shaft down her well-used throat, but every inch felt like a mile. Samantha was sure she had deepthroated longer cocks than Bobby's, but maybe she never had one so thick before. It was absolutely rigid too. Usually even a hard cock would bend a little, but Bobby's pole was of solid steel. She was only about five inches down when her gag reflex started to act up, something that had not happened to her since high school. She tried to control it but then Bobby's cock twitched, maybe because he was excited by the sound of his aunt gagging. Normally a little twitch would be no problem for Samantha, but a twitch from his cock felt like someone had just smacked her in the throat with a baseball bat.

She backed off the mere five inches she had taken and started coughing like someone with lung cancer, spit and pussy-juice drooling from her mouth and all over her heaving tits. This hadn't happened to her since high school when she tried deepthroating the football team's offensive tackle for the first time, and his black cock was just as big as this white boy's. Was she out of practice?

"Take your time Aunt Sammy," Bobby teased her. "Not a lot of women can take this cock. Hell, the first time a girl tried to deepthroat me I dislocated her jaw. An old girl like you doesn't want to hurt herself."

"Shut up you arrogant little shit!" Samantha huffed back between coughs. "Don't underestimate me. I've sucked more cock than you can imagine. I've deepthroated niggers who were hung like horses. I'm going take that stupid dick of yours and I'm going to suck you dry and leave you crying for mercy! Do you got that, bitch?"

Bobby was a little impressed by his aunt's shit-talk, but he just smirked and laughed at her. Furious, Samantha stood up fully and bent over to take his cock again. This time, instead of kneeling, her legs were fully extended and her large ass stuck straight up in the air. This way she had a better angle to take in more of his cock.

Her throat was loosened up now and she retook the lost five inches with little effort, but she struggled and choked for the next six. Bobby didn't give her any help either, with his hands resting behind his head, instead of pushing her down. The fit was extremely tight, and Samantha had given up on trying to breath with her throat bulging in every direction with cock. She could actually feel his heartbeat on her tongue.

Finally she made it and she felt her chin resting against his giant, swollen balls. She wanted to look up at him and say "I told you so," but the rigidity of his cock was dictating how much she could move, which was very little. Now that she had all of his monstrosity swallowed down her expert gullet she began to move up and down, fucking him with her tight throat. He moaned as she started going, obviously enjoying the tight wetness of his aunt's stuffed mouth. But Samantha was having trouble. She could only breathe a little on her backward motions, and his cock was just so thick that she couldn't do any of her little tongue tricks that pushed men over the edge. She could play this boy like a flute if she could just move her tongue a little. Perhaps there was such think as a cock being too big.

As if reading her mind, Bobby put his strong hands on the back of his aunt's head. "I know you trying Aunt Samantha, but this isn't going to do it." Suddenly his hands turned into fists and he grabbed handfuls of his her hair and plunged her head fully down on his iron bar. His cockhead slammed against the back of throat, his balls slapped against her chin, and her nose was buried in the hairless skin of his musky crotch.

He suddenly stood up, still holding his death-grip to the back of her head. His giant cock changing angles so suddenly while buried down her throat almost caused her neck to snap. Now he was standing and she was on her ass, but his cock was still balls-deep down her throat, and his hands pushed her even hard into his muscular stomach.

"Sorry Aunt Samantha," he looked down with false sincerity. "But I really need to bust this nut, and your weak-ass little blowjob isn't going to do it."

Samantha realized she was crying, partly because of the pain from this cock splitting her apart but mostly because of the shame. She couldn't please this young punk? She couldn't make her nephew cum? That was impossible, Samantha Day destroyed boys like this shithead.

"I hope you don't mind some skull-fucking," Bobby smirked. Samantha tried to protest but it was too late. Bobby began shaking her head off and on to his cock like he was masturbating into a towel. He was fucking her throat like he wanted to kill her. Samantha struggled and pushed and even tried to bite down, but nothing stopped the power of her nephew's jackhammering rape machine. Samantha began to cock again but the spit had nowhere to go except down her beaten throat. She couched, and spit shot out of her noise, making it even harder to breathe. Samantha's eyes began to roll up into the back of her skull as the light faded. She as blacking out.

Just before Samantha was about to lose consciousness Bobby finally busted his nut. He roared like a lion and his cock swelled to an even greater thickness. Samantha thought her jaw would break as the first blast of semen shot straight into her stomach. The next shot two shots were the same, going directly into her gut as Bobby held her head tightly against his ballsack.

He let go and the forth shot hit Samantha in the back of the throat, impacting with enough force to leave a bruise. With an audible 'POP' his spewing demon burst from her raped mouth and he began ejaculating all over her face. An entire layer of thick, salty cum coated her fucked-over face as the lion roared his victory.

He leaned over and grabbed her so roughly by her tits that Samantha thought her implants might pop. Even after her throat had almost been broken she still screamed out in sharp pleasures as he twisted her large, dark nipples upward and began stroking his cock with her overripe tits, pumping the remaining semen from his exploding balls.

Long strands of semen flew up into the air and rained back down on Samantha, covering her tits, mouth, face, and hair in her nephew's salty dominance. He laughed wickedly and moaned as two weeks' worth of sexual frustration (an eon for him) was released all at once. Tears rolled down his face as the indescribable sensation finally began to fade.

For Bobby Scagliotti sex wasn't just about conquest, it was about sanity. These last two week without release had been the longest of his life. His erections had been uncontrollable, his sleep was broken by hot, erotic dreams that woke him screaming and tearing at the sheets. He sometimes wondered if he was a mutant or something, that his libido was unnatural powerful, but moments like this made him feel proud of his freakish appetites.

Bobby finally sat down in the chair and slowly massaged his now sensitive, finally deflated monster. Sperm was still leaking from the head and it splashed over his muscular chest like large drops of nectar. He looked down at his prideful aunt and laughed as her say her broken face trying to suck up all of the semen that covered her. Her fingers glided over her tits and face gathering the thick seed as she shoveled it into her mouth. Bobby had always been told that his semen was delicious. He scooped up a small amount and tasted it himself. It was salty and warm, but also sweet like pineapple. He didn't get it, but all the kittens went wild for his cream.

"You're still hard," his aunt admired with her husky voice. He looked down and saw that she had regained some of her composure, but nothing of her dominance was left. She was broken, like every woman before her. He was still hard though, not as hard as he had been before busting. He'd be hard for another fifteen minutes probably. His aunt licked her cum-soaked lips while looking at his cock. "Fuck me," she demanded.

"What?" he jokingly asked.

"I want you to fuck me, you stud. You're amazing. I've never seen a cock explode like that, and your cum tastes amazing." She licked her fingers as she complimented him. "I don't care if you're my nephew, it's not my fault that my sister popped out a godly hunk like you. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I want you to pump that bitch-breaker into me until my hips shatter. I want you to kill my pussy. I want to feel you cum inside my raped cunt and use me like a semen-toilet. Fuck! I think I want you to impregnate me. Please, fuck me, just fuck me now!" She sat down on the blisteringly hot concrete and spread her legs. Hey pussy was so swollen that it looked like a melon with a slice taken out of it. It was practically pulsing as it dripped in anticipation of penetration. Her breathing was ragged and fast, her eyes like an animal's in heat. She was ready to explode at the fist touch.

"Aunt Samantha," Bobby smiled arrogantly down at the desperate whore, "I don't think that is appropriate."

Samantha's face turned to desperate shock and confusion. "What? But . . . I just fucking sucked your cock!"

"A blowjob is just a blowjob," he laughed at her as he stood up, giving her one more look at his hard body. "I needed the release and like a caring aunt you helped me out. Thanks, but fucking you would be . . . wrong. You know, incest isn't cool." He began to walk back to the house, his perfect ass flexing with every step.

Samantha was crying. Water was pouring from her eyes and her cunt. She had never been this horny before, this ready for back-breaking sex. She was sure it was going to be the best sex of her life, and he was walking away from her. Abandoning her after using her mouth like a sextoy.

"Come back," she furiously begged. "Get back here this instant and fuck me you stupid piece of shit! You faggot mother-fucking shit! Fuck me!"

Just then Bobby found the dildo that she had brought out with her. It was half hidden under her towel when he pulled it out and tossed it to her like it was a bone for a dog. "Here bitch, use this to pop that dirty cunt of yours. I'm going to go see if Maria wants to take a shower with me. Is it okay if we use your bathroom?" but he didn't wait for any answer. "Thanks, bye."

And he was gone. Samantha tried to stand but she couldn't, her legs just gave out. She was too horny to move. Desperately she grabbed for the dildo Bobby had tossed at her. She started to use it, but not in any gentle way. She stabbed her swollen cunt like an animal she was trying to kill, like she was trying to bust open a coconut. She stabbed herself so hard it hurt, but finally she started to cum. Her orgasm was like a fire-hydrant exploding. Clear water and pussy juice poured out her pussy in a flood she had never seen before, soaking the hot concrete around her.

The pain and pleasure were unbearable, it was ripping her mind and body apart like a ragdoll in a tornado. She fell onto the ground twitching like a dying fish as her deadly orgasm finally began to subside. Just before blacking out she promised to herself that before that little shit nephew of hers went home she was going to fuck her brains out. She was going to make him her bitch. That she promised, and the bright California sky went black.