Aunt Margo

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My characters are often flawed, and like real life, my stories are a shitshow, like life.

In memory of my aunt. A slut of epic levels and magnitude but a heart of gold.

Sorry about the mistakes. I have no editor, am dyslexic, and English is not my first language.

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Greece, early 70’s

I watched her on the bed straining her hips up at him, longing for him, wanting to swallow him – her face, a mask of total sexual immersion. She was not herself anymore. Or maybe this was her true self. The part of her she tried to hide when she was a wife, mother, sister, and aunt. My aunt. My aunt Margo, the total slut.

It was the first time I had seen her with a lover, and to be honest, it was both disturbing and predictably arousing. She was not my wife, so this was no cuckold thing for me. Still, Margo on her back with those lovely legs in the air was something to let the eyes feast on.

Oh please, you do it too when you watch porn. The only difference was that for me, it was real. As real as it gets as I was at the door of Margo’s bedroom staring at this unknown man rail on my aunt’s pussy.

The shock wore off pretty quickly as Margo noticed me and smiled as if she was only doing the dishes.

“We’ll be done in a few minutes, sweetie,” she said and pointed her pretty head toward the other room. The hint was clear. Scram!

“No problem,” I replied.

“Who’s that?” Mr. Unknown Fucker asked. “I told you I don’t like anyone watching us.”

“It’s only my husband’s nephew,” Margo calmed him down. “He is not into watching.”

I didn’t hear him reply as I closed the door.

So, that was my aunt. Well, not an actual blood relative aunt to my defense. But an aunt nonetheless, whose apartment key she had given me. I should have called, but then I was young and, well… a bit immature. Margo would see to a lot of my upbringing that my parents could not. So yes. Young me and slutty Margo.

Eventually, she was done with the guy. He dressed, nodded to me, and left. Margo, on the other hand, jumped in the shower and called to me.

“Niko, please be a love and make us some coffee.”

Who was I to refuse?

Where was her husband, you say? Well, my uncle was on some cargo ship in the Atlantic Ocean hauling Argentinean beef to Amsterdam. But then I’m getting ahead of Margo’s story.

Let’s go back to when it all began.

***

Greece, early 60’s

All the family women hated her because they knew that all the family men wanted her. They wished they could have her or, better yet, possess her. But none of them would or could. Not even her husband, my uncle George. My mother’s brother and the world’s most tormented husband.

Theirs was an arranged marriage. The type of union then prevalent in the islands of Greece of the last century. My uncle George had worked his tail off with his brothers to provide the dowry for the family sisters, including my mother’s. Now it was time for the young family men to marry and make babies. Theirs was a tradition as old as ancient Greece itself.

The men of the islands went to sea, and the women stayed home to raise their children. Until the husbands came back on their trade ships to make their wives pregnant again, that is. One could document the husband’s work history by the arrival of each child. Go back nine months or so, and that was when he had returned from the sea.

My uncle had been no different. Nor were my other uncles or my father. Sea, home, meet the baby from the last return and get the wife pregnant once more. I was one of those babies myself, and so was everyone in this story at one time or another. We lived near the sea and were tied to it like we were bound to each other. Even though my father and mother moved to Athens, the capital on the mainland, the family was always near.

Something else was always there as well – a thing of beauty, yet a source of sorrow and danger. It was and is the ever-present sea that defines the modest nation and its culture. While a treat to the eye, a place for fun and travel for tourists, the sea also took our loved ones away. At best for months or a year for work, but at times it took them forever. Beauty and danger.

Like most young men of our family on the islands, uncle George had followed our ancestors’ footsteps to the sea in ships. The sea was familiar to him as it was to all the island people. They all knew how to swim and dive by the time they were four. When the young men did their draft duty, they were sent to the navy as soon as their island origin was determined. And George had been no different.

When uncle George returned from one of his ship trips or cruises, my grandmother and grand-aunts had done what older women in their island and village had done since ancient times: find wives for the unmarried men of the family. Arranged marriages. Depending on the young man’s family status, the dowry was negotiated to marry a young single girl: A virgin.

And so, my grandmother and company had found a likely candidate from another village named Margo. Her father had died at sea when his ship sank, so her brothers were obligated to build up her dowry chest. Yes. In arranged marriages on the islands, each bride came with a dowry. A certain amount of money and things like her dishes, linen, and often a furnished home.

Being young and lower-ranking on their ships, Margo’s brothers could only amass so much money before her family had to marry her off. I say, “had to,” because they “had to.”

Unlike other girls, Margo was either blessed or, some would say, cursed with an insatiable sexual appetite. A sex drive that “only a young and healthy husband” could sate, her family believed. Well, that was their hope anyway.

Her dowry may have been meager, but what she lacked in status and finances, Margo made up for in looks. To say she was a stunning young woman would be an understatement.

Had Margo been born today, she would have been a supermodel or in the movies. An actress or a least a trophy wife of some rich man. But in those days and that place on earth, her looks only went so far. And her family had to get her married as soon as possible. Because they knew that unmarried as she was, Margo was a time bomb.

Driven by her insatiable sex drive, there was not a single man in her family she had not offered her body to. From her brothers, her uncles, her cousins, and even her father before he died. All had crossed themselves in Greek Orthodox fashion and walked away from the girl they thought possessed by a demon.

But Margo, as I would learn later when I was older, was far from demonic. If anything, Margo had a heart of gold. She endured the derision of family women, the wonton stares of the men, and the disapproving looks of all with grace and understanding.

Margo endured the pain and humiliation of rejection until her cousin Markos gave in to her advances and took her virginity. Under a thatched-roof hut on the beach near the Aegean Sea, Margo became a woman, and Markos would live in shame and be cast out from his family once they were found out.

Lucky for her family and her as well, Margo did not get pregnant. Her family thanked God in church and looked for a husband for her in haste. Any husband. And the man they found was my Uncle George.

Of course, Margo’s family never told our family that she was what she was. What could they say?

“Here. Our slut of a daughter has been broken in by her own cousin. Please take her as your wife?”

Hardly.

In their world, that was not done. And “such things” were not spoken off.

Her family only had so much for her dowry. And that was a problem as marriage negotiations began with the dowry haggling. But then, Margo’s family was wise and knew well of Margo’s worth. Not in cash worth, but in body and face value. So they asked for a meeting between Margo and George at the start.

Seeing Margo in all her glory was all it took – and George was hopelessly smitten by Margo. Her looks actually, as he hardly knew her. If Georgie only did. But we’ll never know as he didn’t.

Anywhoo… George was so besotted by Margo that he didn’t care about her dowry size. Uncle George wanted the hot-looking young wife that no other man in our family had. He wanted that status and to have this stunning young beauty gracing his bed. After Margo gave him an approving and alluring gaze, George’s dick was hard as a rock. Something Margo did not fail to notice.

Now in defense of the women of our family, none were ugly. Not even close. My mother turned heads into her late fifties and then some — and so did my other aunts and assorted cousins. All addicted to “French chic,” stylish, and trim. But Margo? Well, let’s just say she was in a class all her own. And being women, all of my female relatives detested Margo’s looks.

And just as he had hoped, all the men were envious of Uncle George. And so were the men of the village. Most of them looked at her but knew better than to try anything. In those days, family guarded their women and watched over them. Other families also watched as knowledge of infidelity was power over another competing family. That as well, went back centuries in their world. But no system is full-proof, and no woman could be watched twenty-four seven.

“Mom, I want him,” Margo had said to her mother. “George is so handsome.”

“Don’t screw this up, Margo,” her mother replied. “He is the only young man we could find for you. The others are older, like your father was when I married him. Maybe this one will satisfy you. Your father never did with me.”

“He tried, mama,” Margo consoled her. “It was not his fault he got old.”

“He had no business marrying a girl half his age. I was lucky if he would perform once a night. Damn this curse of our family women. Your grandmother, bless her soul, was the same as us. Eternally unsatisfied.”

Margo had wondered about her condition. Was it so bad she thought to want sex and enjoy it? Was it the family women’s fault that the gene was passed from generation to generation? The way she heard men want sex all the time, why did they resent women like her and her mother for liking and craving it?

But Margo was young and had much to learn about life and petty jealousy. Much to learn about the world that was about to change. And how without meaning to, she would be part of the new world where women like her could find a place in life. Not on her island or village, but find it they could. Margo would be the first in her family to do so. And George would be her facilitator.

So the wedding took place as soon as possible. After all, George only had so much time at home between cruises on the ships. He had to get married and manage to get his new bride pregnant. Tradition and all that.

***

Honeymoon

After the wedding, Margo and my uncle went to another island for their honeymoon. There, in a small hotel room near the beach, they discovered the joys of sex with each other. Margo made sure to act like she was inexperienced, and she also tricked my uncle — into believing she had been a virgin.

They say that nymphomania or hypersexuality is a trait passed down from mothers to daughters. As such, Margo’s mom was undoubtedly knowledgeable in the art of female deception.

Margo’s mom had instructed her daughter to keep a needle under the pillow on her wedding night. When George was “distracted” in the dark, she pricked her finger to draw blood and let it drip on the sheet under her. For good measure, she pricked her other finger and let blood flow onto her pussy lips where her husband’s newly deposited semen lay.

On the first night of their marriage, Margo had deceived her husband. It was unnecessary, as Margo did not know the extent of her beauty’s effect on her new husband. But she would soon find out. It would set the tone for their marriage for years to come.

In typical Greek Island tradition, the following day, the sheets were inspected, and so was her cunt by her husband. My uncle smiled to himself, proud of his perceived handiwork. Hesitant and apprehensive, Margo waited for him to approve, then smiled at him, relieved. To celebrate, she spread her legs for him once more… for more. George could not keep his hands off her or his dick from in her.

Margo had snared Uncle George. Be it lust, love, or infatuation – it did not matter. Margo had him in her web. The power of beautiful women was still new to her. But she would soon understand its reach. Margo was only eighteen to George’s twenty-eight. And even though he was in his prime, he could not keep up with her needs. He fucked her three times that day, and still, she needed more.

‘What have I gotten myself into?’ he asked himself. But as a typical sex-deprived young man of his generation, he was glad he had Margo’s body to use and enjoy. And Margo felt the same with him. Only she needed more. That was the curse she would come to learn. Having tasted a man’s cock, her ever aroused pussy needed more.

By afternoon, Uncle George was asleep, and she was still horny and in need. She touched herself and made herself cum. But that was not enough. She had been doing this to herself since she first had her period, especially during her ovulation. Yet it never sated her. The only time she felt fulfilled was when her cousin had stuffed his hard cock in her and when her husband had done so that morning.

She tried waking him, but Uncle George was out cold. She had worn him out. When he woke three hours later, Margo was not in the room. Her purse and bathing suit were both gone. Worried that she was alone on a strange island they knew no one in, George ran out in search of her.

***

Lust Fever

Aunt Margo had been in a trans since she left their room. It is how she would explain it to me years later. The young bride had lost control of her mind. All she needed was a cock in her, and it took all her self-control not to jump the first man she found. Even in her condition, she knew that she could not go to a man that could expose her to her husband. She had to find someone who was… safe. And she found him in a Greek sailor whose torpedo boat was currently in port. Margo was only interested in his torpedo, the flesh kind.

As luck would have it, she saw “him” by himself sitting at a coffee shop where only men sat. She could not approach and sit with him as only a prostitute would do such a thing in her culture. But she walked past the coffee shop and faked dropping her purse. When she bent down to pick it up, Stavros, the sailor and torpedo handler, saw her. Or more to the point, he saw her tits down her open blouse. Poor Stavros had no chance.

No man would. Not with Margo back then. Even in her sixties, Margo was an eyeful. But that day, she was a flower in bloom waiting for a bee to pollinate her.

There was the gorgeous Margo, staring at him with those green eyes under that short mid-length black hair, framing that beautiful face. When she rose, she kept her eyes on him, speaking silent words to him. ‘I want you. You can have me, follow me.’ And Stavros followed her as in a trans.

He kept his distance as she walked away from town and toward the beach with the rocks no tourists went to. No, they liked the sand beach. But Margo had been raised on the islands and knew that the rocky beach would be secluded and have places to hide in. And sure enough, she found such a place and waited for Stavros.

Their eyes made contact, and it was lust pure and simple: the horny unsatisfied nymphomaniac wife and the sexually deprived young sailor. At twenty-one, he was constantly horny with no place or person to stick his dick in for relief. If he were lucky, he would get a few moments alone in the torpedo-boat “head” to bring himself off. This was a golden opportunity that he could not pass up. He had to have her.

Margo waved him to her, and he followed her to a place she had found not seen from the road or the sea if a boat passed. There was a flat rock there on a twenty-degree incline that she leaned back on and beckoned him to her.

“You want me, don’t you?” she said more as a statement than a question.

“Of course,” Stavros replied as she reached for the buttons on his British-style navy uniform. His trousers fell, leaving him in white navy issued boxers that did little to hide his erection.

Margo’s eyes bulged when she saw it. This cock seemed bigger than her cousin’s or her husband’s. Fascinated and compelled to find out, she pulled the boxers over it, letting out. Freeing it, she gasped at its full tumescent glory!

“Is it too big?” Young Stavros asked apologetically.

Not being experienced, he thought himself deformed. When he had gone to a Piraeus prostitute, she had waved him off, saying it was too big, and asked for more money. He did not have enough and had to settle for a handjob. Now this young woman was staring at his cock in amazement. Those green-blue eyes of hers fixated on his pulsing club of a cock.

“My Christ!”

Margo whispered and crossed herself.

The sailor’s hardening dick was enormous!

“No,” she said to him, seeing a disappointment in his face. “It’s fine. I just have not seen anything this big before.”

“How many have you seen?”

“My cousin’s and my husband’s,” she replied, almost scaring poor Stavros off.

“Where is your husband?” he asked, looking around in fear.

“He is sleeping – at the hotel. He could not do it anymore. But I need more. Do you think you can…”

Stavros could have fallen on his hands and knees to thank God, Mother Mary, and all the saints on the spot. This was Christmas, Easter, his birthday, and name day all rolled into one. He nodded to her furiously as she smiled at him with a knowing smile.

“Don’t tear my clothes off. I have to go back to my husband.”

“I understand,” he replied and waited for her to pull her top off, then her skirt.

His eyes bulged at the sight of Margo in her one-piece bathing suit. Her eighteen-year-old, perfect curves, full-taught breasts, and shapely ass body that men dream of.

“I will leave this on,” she told him. If anyone comes this way, you grab your things and run down toward the right to hide. I will jump in the water to swim. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied politely. Margo saw his cock twitch and felt her own pussy shudder itself. Could she get him inside her? Too late for those kinds of thoughts. The sailor was both long and thick. Thicker near the bottom. ‘Maybe that will help,’ she thought. She would try her best and die in the process if need be; she was so horny.

Leaning back on the angled rock, she waved him to come closer.

“Have you kissed a woman before?”

“My mom, grandmother, cousins…”

“Let me guess on the cheek on holidays, right?”

“Yes,” he replied, wondering if he had said something to upset her.

“Did you kiss any of them on the lips?” she asked, looking at his eyes to entice him.

“Never.”

“Well, let’s start with that. Be gentle. Then later, you can kiss me hard.”

Stavros did as she asked, not wanting to do anything to stop this wonderful dream he was living at the moment. The poor kid expected to wake up with his mother or petty officer, stirring him back to reality. How many times had he had sexual dreams that went nowhere; he had lost track. But this was no dream, and Margo’s lips were as real as they got. Did I say my aunt had these full luscious lips to die for?

She kissed Stavros and kissed him again and again. Continuing, until their lips stayed together locked as the world whirled around his head. Only her tongue seeking his brought him back to reality. The sensation was out of this world – definitely out of his ordered universe. Everything they were doing was a first for him. And what a setting for it.

The gentle breeze washed over them as waves of blue water splashed nearby. Above them, the clear blue Aegean sky and the warm rays of the sun made it all so special to him. Aunt Margo just wanted the dick.

Her hand reached for it but stopped. She remembered how quickly her cousin had come the first time they tried making out. She had to wait for him to get hard again. A good thing he did not get upset to run off. She was already familiar with men’s egos, having seen the tantrums young Greek males made as the family’s women spoiled them to no end. Later in life, they made for spoiled grown men who wanted to satisfy themselves. Margo did not care about fulfilling their needs so long as hers were met.

She pushed him away, catching another disappointed look in him.

“I want you to last when you go inside me,” she told him. “So, let’s get out your first load, and then you can take me after.”

“Is that best?” the inexperienced young man said, wondering if she was teasing him.

‘It’s best for me,’ Margo thought to herself with an inward smile. She quickly pulled the top of her one-piece bathing suit barring her breasts at him. Her tits were not huge, but they were firm and topped by golden brown thick nipples with puffy areolae. Stavros gasped, seeing such a treasure trove. He had not seen a breast since he was a young boy and his mother breastfed him. And he did not remember that. But instinctively, his hands sought Margo’s tits to fondle.

Margo sighed at the combined sensation of his hands and mouth on her sensitive breasts. The cute young man first kissed, then sucked each of her nipples as his hands cupped and felt their weight.

Impressed at his gentleness, Margo let him feast on her oversensitive nipples holding his head. She gasped and moaned at the pleasure he gave her. So much so that she felt her pussy become more aroused by the minute. Margo had learned early on that crossing her legs and rocking them could bring her to orgasm. Something she did as Stavros sucked and fondled her tits harder and harder. The more Margo moaned, the more he sucked, and the more she rocked her crossed legs. She was so close…

“Aaaughhh… ” she gasped, then came.

Her body was tightening, then trembling as the orgasm wave washed over her.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

“Keep sucking,” she chided him and pushed his head back down to her nipple. Stavros continued sucking as a man possessed. He fondled one breast as he sucked the other, switching when she pushed his head to the other breast. She loved his obedience and how he made her feel. Oh gosh! Here it comes again…

“Auuuugghhh… ” she moaned, trembling once more.

Stavros pulled back again.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked out of genuine concern.

“No, it feels so good. You are making me… “how do I say this? Do you know how you men shoot cum?”

“Yes,” he said, a bit embarrassed.

“Well. We women cum too, but you men do not see it. But trust me, we feel it. It felt great – both times. Thank you.”

“Do you want to do it some more?”

“Not right now,” she said, “but later, I will want to cum again. I will show you. Right now, I want you to cum the first time, as we said. Stand with your cock over my tits and look at them.”

In his own trans by now, Stavros rose above her, leaning on the rock over her head. Margo marveled at his large manhood. Would she be able to get him inside her?

She took hold of his cock and began stroking it. It had worked with her cousin. She had yet to try it with her husband. Him she wanted in her cunt fucking her. Not wasting it outside on her tits. After all, she was supposed to get pregnant and have his children. Instead, she was here hiding in the rocks jerking off a sailor’s big dick. But Margo was no longer thinking rationally. She never did during one of her arousal trances.

“When I am horny, I can’t think straight,” she would tell me years later. “I can barely think enough to hide from view, but I must have a man in me. The bigger, the better. But I tell you, even the smaller ones help during that time. But then too big ruins it. As I found out early in my marriage.”

But back then, Margo was herself inexperienced. The large cock fascinated and enticed her. Holding it and stroking it, she got Stavros close to the edge fast.

“Just do it, cum on my tits. You can fuck me after, OK?” Margo said, continuing to stroke his impressive shaft.

Stavros grunted as his cum began to rise from his balls through his pole.

“I’m cumming!” he managed to warn her before jets of warm thick cum shot out of his prick like it was a fire hose. Jet after warm jet of his stuff splattered on her firm tits and belly. The force of it surprising the adulterous bride. Stavros could only grunt, stiffening as she kept jerking him off.

“All of it… give me all of it,” she coached him.

The more she jerked, the more the sensation intensified and increased his ejaculation and pleasure – until his eruptions subsided and he stumbled next to her. Margo smiled at him before provocatively rubbing his cum all over her tits. Her eyes were gazing at him as in a challenge.

Stavros stared at this sorceress, wondering what kind of spell she put over him. To his amazement, she used his cum as lubricant to rub her nipples with and, in one last seductive move, reached down with her tongue and licked some of his cum off her hard, erect nipple.

Margo did not know what compelled her to do so. She had never sampled a man’s cum before. The taste was different than anything she had ever ingested. Just as the texture, thick and creamy, stuck to her tongue. But her senses associated it with sex, and she knew. This would not be the first time she would indulge in it.

He just watched as she smiled and stood.

“Don’t go away,” she said. “I’m going to wash this off with the sea. You just relax and let your body make more of this good stuff. Then you can fuck me with that… That big thing.”

Stavros looked at his cock and noticed it was starting to stir. His eyes fixated on her nice ass as she walked in the surf with the expertise of an islander. Even someone from the Greek cities, or a tourist, would have fallen on the rocks and gotten hurt. He was in the navy but knew better to try to match her. Instead, he knelt near the water and used some of it to wash his cock. He was getting hard again.

“I have a condom,” he said hopefully.

It had been in his wallet for a month at least. Stavros hoped to but had begun to think he would never use it. Upon hearing it, Margo rewarded him with a dazzling smile.

“I think I like the Navy,” she said to him as she began to approach.

Stavros noticed that she had left her bathing suit top around her waist, allowing him to see her tits were bouncing free. For the rest of his life, Stavros would remember that moment with my aunt Margo. The image of her etched in his mind.

Stavros would have many conquests after Margo. Mostly Greek, but also tourist women from Europe, America, and even Israel. He would marry a beautiful Greek woman who remarkably resembled aunt Margo. And he would take his wife to that same place and recreate the scene of his first proper sexual experience. His wife would always wonder why that spot? But Stavros was good to her and gave her love and babies.

Another woman may have allowed her jealousy to ruin the experience and miss its significance for her husband. But Stavros’s future wife Marina never did. ‘Whoever had been with him in that spot had made him into the wonderful man he is to me,’ she thought. Marina never asked Stavros why he fucked her there once a year on the same date. And it was fucking, not making love. Something Marina enjoyed and thanked God for. Some women had to step out to get that.

But all that would come later. Right at that moment, Aunt Margo got closer to Stavros and reached for his hard cock.

“Let’s see if this fits in me,” she said and pulled him toward the slanted rock.

Stavros followed her and watched as she lay back, looking up at him. As he starred back, she spread her legs and motioned for him to put the condom on his cock. It only covered the top two-thirds of his thick prick. Holding it with one hand, she used the other to pull her aqua blue bathing suit aside. He gasped as he saw her dark-haired cunt split open when she spread for him. Her wet pink insides contrasted with her dark pubic hair she had trimmed for her honeymoon. Had Stavros not cum just a few minutes ago, he would have shot another load right then.

“Are you ready?” she asked, but wondering if she was prepared to take his huge pole in her.

“Yes,” he whispered and moved closer as she guided him to her.

The young sailor trembled as his thick cock touched Margo’s splayed labia. Even though the condom, he could feel her heat. So close!

For her part, Margo sighed at the pleasure his head gave her. Rubbing over her clit a few times, it sent a jolt to both her mind and body as she guided it down to her entrance. The entire situation enthralled Stavros that he let her control what they did.

“Now. Push it in,” she instructed him. “Slowly. Give it to me slowly.”

Mesmerized by her, Stavros trembled as he felt the tip of his cock part Margo’s wet labia. He could not believe that this beautiful young woman was giving herself to him so willingly. But as her entrance yielded to his hardness, the young sailor stopped thinking. All that mattered was the moment.

Margo thought she was split in two as Stavros pushed his large thick dick in her wet pussy. But she was young, still not used to being fucked, and certainly not used to a cock this size. When his head forced her cunt lips open, her eyes rolled backward, and she gasped in delight.

Involuntarily, her left leg spasmed and fluttered in the wind as she gasped over and over. She had never experienced such a feeling of total fullness and arousal. Stavro’s girthy manhood penetrated her in a way that neither her cousin nor her husband had. She didn’t know the related biology to know that her entrance’s stretching and insides engaged more nerve endings to increase the sensations and arousal. It made her feel so full!

“Easy… back out and back in slowly… then give me a little more.”

“This is fantastic,” the young man muttered.

“Yes, it is,” she replied before she felt him hit bottom. There was at least two fingers’ worth of him still outside her. “You are all the way inside. Can you feel that?”

“Oh yes. What do I do next?”

“Pull back and do me this way for a while,” she said, hoping he didn’t ram himself in and hurt her. “Let me get used to you. You’re so big!”

Stavros knew his dick was larger than average. But for the first time, a woman seemed to accept him as he was and not as a freak of nature. Conceding to her wishes, he pulled back, keeping part of him inside her. Then slowly, he re-penetrated her all the way, watching her reaction.

“Oh yes,” she sighed while nodding to him. “Just like that. Do it… aahhh!”

And so it began. Stavros pumped his manhood in Margo over and over as she responded to him with encouraging sighs and low moans. If heaven was like this, he could have died happy that instant.

Margo was also in another world. One she would learn to cherish and indulge in much in the future. Again, she was unaware of why nor understood why her body was so easily aroused, but she reveled in it. And as the young man’s impressive manhood pumped in and out of her cunt, Margo began to feel the sensation many women never did.

It was incredible. Margo would have more as she got used to fucking. But this was the first, and it caught her by surprise. There was no pressure on her clit. No fingers and she did not have her legs crossed so her cunt lips could rub on her sensitive nub. No. This was all from his cock. All from his thrusting in her, and he was not even seated in her yet! Not fully.

“More, more!” she gasped as he kept moving toward her.

It was not as intense as making herself cum with her fingers, more subtle. Different yet more satisfying as her lover’s thrusts prolonged it. Margo gasped and moaned as her body spasmed on Stavros’s hard manhood. The more he fucked her, the longer the sensation continued. Eventually, it faded, but the incredible arousal from his fucking continued. And Margo wanted more.

Other men would have just rammed it in her and fucked until they came quickly. In fact, most other men would do that with Margo over the years, and she grew to love those fast, hard fucks. Yet Stavros’s methodical tempo, the way he tapped her depths and retreated that made her cum and cum again.

Stavros as well could feel himself nudge her depths. A part of his dick was still outside her. Stavros so wanted to push it all in to smash his groin on hers. It was instinctive for both man and woman to crave that. To fuck in wild abandon.

Slowly, the basic urges took over instead of caution. And as Margo responded to him giving her more, Stavro pushed more and went deeper. He watched her eyes for signs of pain, but all he saw was a mask of pleasure as he rearranged her insides. Before long, his groin and hers touched. Feeling triumphant held himself there for a few seconds – until she starred at him madly and pulled him closer for a wild kiss.

She held on to his kiss as he started fucking her again, not want to let him go. In less than thirty seconds, she came again and moaned into his mouth. Stavros could tell when she came feeling her vaginal contractions and her body stiffening against him by that point. And knowing he was giving her this pleasure was an ego boost of epic proportions.

Continuing his trusts, Stavros plunged in Margo’s wet and warm depths over and over – pushing her insides and rubbing past her cervix. She was now yelping and gasping every time he smashed himself in her.

Even in their sexual madness, Stavros kept kissing her to stop her from screaming and giving them away. But they were both too far gone to think of being discovered. Having cum earlier, this time, Stavros lasted longer. And he might have gone longer if not for her cunt tightening around his shaft like a vice when she came. She was so tight!

Aunt Margo lost track of everything. Her body’s wants took over, and she just let his thick cock service her needs. She did not think or care about anything but the pleasure of the moment. Her mind forgot her husband, marriage, family, or her obligations. All she wanted was the next cum to wash over her body. When he started to fuck her faster, she urged him on.

“Yes… hit me with it… yes…” she gasped. “Fuck me.”

Stavros lost it himself in her. His thick cock was covered by her white frothy secretions and made squishy sounds with each thrust, while their groins made slapping sounds as he pounded in her. Even while kissing her, Margo was quite vocal as she came again. But by then, Stavros was too far gone to care. His fuck addled mind surrendered to the inevitable.

“I’m cumming!” he gasped and drove in her one last time.

“Yes… do it. Do it in me!”

After one last thunderous thrust, Stavros felt his insides pushing out of the tight confines of his shaft. Gobs of cum shot from his balls, and the more he pumped in her, the more he seemed to cum.

Stavros exploded in what he thought was the rubber. It was not until they relaxed and pulled apart that they noticed that the rubber had broken and his cum was inside her unprotected pussy!

They both stared at each other in surprise as his thick-white-essence dripped out of her onto the rocks below. Stavros’s still hard cock was covered with more semen and her secretions.

“I am sorry,” Stavros said, but Margo just shrugged and hugged him.

“It’s OK. You and my husband look alike. If you got me pregnant, it would not matter. I’m supposed to get pregnant on my honeymoon.”

“Your honeymoon!” Stavros said in shock. “You are on your honeymoon!”

“Is that a problem?” she asked, giggling.

Stavros had no answer to that. He just stood, trying to grasp it all as she held him.

Thirty minutes later, they fucked again. Only this time, they did not bother with condoms. The skin-to-skin contact and the primal urge to procreate drove young Margo crazy. She came and came again. Both were too inexperienced to know about different positions. So, it was missionary style again. But it was good. It was better than the first time, and it lasted longer before Stavros tensed again and shot his third load of the afternoon in her. She gasped and moaned, holding him yet again as he filled her depths.

***

And from above the rocks, my uncle George watched immobilized. Mesmerized as his young bride was fucked to a thunderous finish in front of him. Somewhere along the way, Uncle George went from being angry to feeling sick and jealous, to being aroused and fixated on watching their bodies joining. Margo’s beautiful legs framed the man between them as his ass tightened and released, driving his thick dick between Aunt Margo’s cunt lips. His eyes fixated on her parted dark pubic hair contrasted with her whitish slime.

Instinctively, my uncle found himself freeing his cock and masturbating to their fucking, totally immersed in the act of his humiliation. And all during the second day of his marriage. And as angry as he was at himself for being aroused, he masturbated wildly at the raw imagery of his wife’s adulterous display.

Lost in a voyeuristic haze, George shot his cum less than ten seconds before Stavros tensed, unloading in Margo for the second time. For a brief second, he wanted to intervene and stop them – to prevent the interloper from delivering his seed where George should have.

But the damage had already been done earlier. Yet Uncle George had not stopped them. He had just watched as Aunt Margo’s eyes locked with his – knowing he was that kind of man. A man who wanted to look at his woman as she was fucked by another man. To see him shoot inside her.

Disgusted with himself, George pulled up his pants and returned to the coffee shop where he ordered Ouzo after Ouzo, a Greek liquor. He was unsure when, but Margo joined him at his table and drank with him holding his hand. They looked at each other and said nothing, yet knowing everything. There was little that could be said after she had looked into his eyes as her lover inseminated her.

***

It was getting darker by then. The lights of the port town were on, making the scene seem more romantic and quaint. As George stared up in the clear sky, musicians started playing Greek bouzouki music. The song was “Lay down your mattress for two” by Mikis Theodorakis, a talented composer of the time.

It is a legendary song in Greece to this day. I wonder how many Greek kids have been conceived to it. Maybe I was. Never mind, it came after I was born.

Anyway. Back to my aunt and uncle. Having drunk a few and feeling emotional, George stood up and started dancing alone. It is a Greek custom for men to dance either alone or in groups in line to such a song. Sometimes a whole group of friends, men, and women do so bonding together. Sometimes just a man and his woman do this dance that says more about their love or issues than words.

They dance it to celebrate and also to show their sorrow after a loss. My uncle did both that day as he danced the Hasapiko, as it is called, with tears in his eyes. Aunt Margo was crying herself watching her husband dance and stood to join him. George led the dance as she mimicked his movements – starting slow until the music went faster, and they danced faster to match the beat.