3 comments/ 128077 views/ 40 favorites Cowboys & Indians By: Hollow_Eyes The big house always looked smaller than it really is comparing it to the size of the woods behind it. It is Cliff's Aunt's house. A nice little house in the country, well, in what he refers to as the country. It looks like the country but actually it's a community, just with huge lots of privately owned land. He enjoys staying here and the memories he remembers most is playing Cowboys and Indians using the woods in the back. They even dressed the parts. Skin hides for the Indian groups and cowboy hats, fake little cap guns and cap rifles for the cowboys. Thinking back on it now they took the playing pretty seriously, he chuckled. Also her two kids were around being about the same age. He and his cousins would join in and often Aunt Samantha would even partake in the games. Which would be considered unfair since she was pretty good at always finding the other group. These are fond memories and always brought a smile to his face. Playing with two was sometimes harder than playing with a group, reminiscing fondly making his way to the front door. Before he got in arm's reach of the door it opened up and out came Aunt Samantha with a smile on her face opening her tan arms for a hug. His eyes went from her eyes to her smile, to her arms and then, for quick moment, stopping on her breasts. Pushing out against her snug white shirt and the soft shadowy line that of her cleavage peeking out at the top. No signs of a bra at all either. No under lines or solid under shades of any kind. He felt her warm body embrace him in a hug during his viewing, quickly wrapping his arms around her to hug back. Cliff slightly squeezing tighter than usual to try and feel her breasts push against his body. "It's so good to see you!" Pulling her body away a little bit from his with her arms still around him, her breasts inches away from his body.. "How are you? Where's that sister of mine?" Looking past his head to the driveway, leaning in, her breasts touching his upper body. Scanning it, and then the road. No sign of her. "She couldn't stay. She has a meeting she needs to get to pronto. So she just dropped me off and then took off. She says sorry and hi and that she will call when she can." "Aww, that's too bad." She gave a fake pouty look, pulling her arms away for good now and picking his suitcase up. "So how does it feel to be eighteen now? Jeez! You are getting big -- and old too!" She thought back when he was a kid and would come over a lot with his mother. "Meh, feel the same really. Just enjoying a summer off from school," he smiled at that. "Well, before I go back to another school. Well. . . college." He took his bag from her hand giving her a warning look. "You don't need to carry my bag. I'm not a guest; I am family." He grinned, following her into the house. Taking a look around the house noticing it was painted again since the last visit and the floors have been redone with a coat of varnish. Gone are the old worn wooden floors. He looked up, trailing the backside of his Aunt. Bare feet, tight fitting jeans hugging her hips as if they were painted on her. Something seems to have had changed with her as well since last seeing her. Normally he tries to visit her during the summer to stay for a week, sometimes two or three. This side of the family is really close so there is a lot of visiting each other for being all within a hour or so driving distance. "You hungry?" Turning around, catching his eyes low. Low around her butt to be exact. But didn't say anything to not bring attention to something that may be nothing at all and taken out of context. "If you are I'll eat. But I can wait 'til dinner if not." His eyes darted up from her hips and butt to her eyes when he saw she had turned her head around to ask him the question. "Well, we can wait until dinner." She followed him to his room to make sure everything is ok before leaving him to unpack or do what he needs to do. "I will be on the back porch whenever you get settled in." "Ok." He smiled and sat the suitcase near the door. "Well, I'm done." Looking at her, following a soft laugh. "You're not going to unpack or anything?" She figure he would have. "Nah. Can do that tonight before showering or something." He told her. "Well then," she smiled, "want to come out and sit with me?" The soft wind is nice keeping at a steady breeze they both feel sitting outside with the late afternoon sun blanketing them in a warm sensation. Very quiet to the point neither had to raise their voice loud at all, well, considering they are sitting right next to each other, too. "Remember when we would all play Cowboys and Indians out here?" He asked her, wondering if she thought the same. "Oh, yes," looking out with a blank stare at the woods past the rich green grassy field that disappears into the brown and green wall that is the forest. "You kids played it so much. I never knew what the big deal was but I guess it was just the woods that made it exciting. If it weren't for nightfall you all would've slept in the woods probably." "I liked it when you joined in, though." He didn't know why he said that actually. But he does still remember what she looked like in her Indian costume. The brown rough leather short shorts and a matching vest that showed more skin than her regular clothes would, well, to him anyways. No sleeves. Tied together in the front leaving a little hint of her breasts exposed between the string spaces and the shorts were just like them short shorts, but these were leather and had the same leather string going up the front. Most of all, though, at the end she would sometimes be sweating a little and out of breath from running. So she'd be bending over and the view down her vest would show her shiny glistening breasts off. Mixed with the heavy breathing this would make him breathless from holding his breath at the awestruck sight. "Really? Well, that wouldn't have anything to do with the vest and shorts I would wear would it?" She grinned, tongue sticking out between her teeth with a 'busted you' look in her eyes. "Umm, uh. . . no." He said flatly. Lying. Feeling his face heat up from embarrassment of thinking he was being sly all those times she was in her Indian costume. "Oh, come on! You weren't exactly a subtle looker, you know." She pointed out with a laugh. "I mean your eyes were glued on me." "I guess, I don't know. I don't remember." Still trying to deny it despite the facts already laid out on the table to be accepted. "It's ok. Boys will be boys." Patting his knee, taking her glass off the table taking a drink. Cliff didn't know how to reply or answer or anything regarding this. He never knew. His eyes went from her eyes down to the top of her shirt to take a peek down again because it was now bothering him and he wanted to all of a sudden look. It felt even better now knowing all these years she knew he would take quick peeks and views at her and wonder if she knew now. His dick twitched suddenly and he, as quick as ever, crossed his legs and looked out towards the woods. "I always thought it was cute in its own innocent way." Samantha kept her eyes straight ahead looking out in the distance again. Letting the words hang in the air for a moment. "The way we played those games?" He asked naïvely. Having a stronger feeling it is still on about him looking at her. "That too. But I am talking about how you would take quick little looks, or linger on even, thinking I wasn't noticing." She let out a little soft laugh. "I mean, come on, you were like a statue staring at me. Anyone would have noticed you looking." She slightly covered her mouth with her fingers to hide her grinning. "Well, guess I thought it was sly back then." He couldn't believe the conversation led to this. "Why didn't you say anything about it, though? Or tell me to stop?" "I'm not a prude. Besides, you were just a kid anyways. Not like you knew anything about what you were looking at anyways. I'm not going to scold you over something so silly. It's natural." He never looked at it that way before. And in retrospect, as he thought back, he didn't know what it was really he was looking at. He just knew he liked the way her legs looked so soft and shiny and how her breasts looked somehow inviting. Like now, but with the knowledge of what to do with them now. He felt a little bit of embarrassment rush to his face heating up due to his silly childish antics. He couldn't believe how dumb he was back then. Looking at a beautiful body, admiring it, and having no idea about anything except how to look at it. And knowing she knew. It kept going on his mind. He started to laugh now and Samantha looked over and knew what it was about and joined in. "You know, this reminds me actually," Samantha thought about a recent purchase she made not too long ago. "I -- nah, probably be dumb to say. I don't know." She tripped and fumbled over her words of wondering what her eighteen year old, soon to be college nephew, would think about this. "What?" He was intrigued now with her hesitation of not wanting to share. "What is it?" "I. . ." she figured, whatever, just say it. After all, she did embarrass him just now by outing him over taking glances at her as a boy. "I was at a flea market and came across this female Indian outfit and bought it. Because it reminded me of how we would play that." She was covering her face with her hand now to hide her reddening face. "I don't know why I bought it. It was just there and I thought I would pick it up as a keepsake." With a little chuckle, Cliff looked over and patted her knee in a mocking way as she did with him. "Well, you know what you going to have to do then, don't you?" He decided to see if he could get her into the outfit without asking straightforward for her to do so. "Try it on?" She answered what she thought him to be thinking since, after all, the subject didn't really changed. "Yup." Taking a swallow, hoping she doesn't think him dumb for suggesting it. Still saying it without a further thought. "You are going to have to get into the outfit and me in a Cowboy outfit and play the game to break that one in to give it a genuine keepsake value." "What? Are you serious?" Her eyes went wide in unbelief of this suggestion. "You want to play that?" "Why not? Besides, I am older now, so it won't be unfair like it was when we were little and the 'big and all-knowing' adult came in to play." He teased, coercing her into playing him now. "Now I will be able to win against you." Boasting, hoping it works now. "Listen at you! Big bad college boy thinking he can win at something just because he's older!" She laughed in his face. "All I am hearing is defending but no challenge accepting." He continued the game of boasting with her. "Well not much of a challenge if I recall correctly," she looked up at the sky pretending to be thinking about it. "Yeah, yeah, big deal, so you won against kids. Afraid to face an adult now?" He held a laugh back at that last one of hers. "All I am seeing is just about the same from over ten years ago." "Oh, I know what it is!" He let those words hang in the air for little bit. "With you getting too old you can't run around and do what you used to do, huh?" He knew he won right there now and she will accept the challenge. "Old? Old!?" She acted with a fake look of shock. "I'm only thirty-six, little boy." She gave him a playful hit in the arm. "I'll show you what this 'old' woman can do! Wake your butt up in the morning and we will go all day since you will be begging for rematches!" She not only challenged but threw the dirt back at him to get to him now. "Now get inside," she pretended to be forceful. "Dinner needs to be getting started." ****** Morning finally came and it couldn't have come any slower! Cliff took a long time getting to sleep last night due to the excitement of seeing Aunt Samantha in a Indian outfit again. He didn't know what it is about it, but just how the shorts and the shirt was tied. No buttons or having to be pulled over. Just how it showed off her body in a sexy way, proving that little can be more. His excitement is great and he can't wait. When he finally did get to sleep, with a few wakeups throughout the night, it seemed it went by faster than he expected and felt tired when Samantha came in to wake him up. She wasn't in her uniform yet, but told him get up and ready. Tossing a cowboy hat and vest on him while still in bed. "Hurry up! You have a whoopin' needing to be getting over with." She's in a competitive mood today all right, taking notice of her facial expressions and the excitement in her voice. Surprised this is actually going to take place. He thought she would think it childish or something even though she bought that outfit. Still, one never knows without asking at least. His mind drifted back to her in what she might look like in the Indian outfit. Remembering what she always looked like as a child. He quickly got out of bed before he became hard and had to waste more time before he could see her in her new clothing. Finishing his outfit of boots, jeans, flannel shirt, and his hat he went out to the living room and found it empty. His heart beginning to race knowing he is this far into it and in a matter of moments he will be seeing her in the outfit. His mind racing as fast as his heart now and a grin slowly spreading over his face. Next thing he knew he was pacing in anticipation. "Ok," his ears perked up at her voice along with the hair on the back of his neck. "Well, it was a little not what I, umm, well. Just don't laugh, please." She used that as her cue to come out and show instead of trying to explain. As if time froze between the walk from her bedroom through the hall and then in to the living room Cliff had his eyes glued on the entryway waiting for her to come out. His mind busy thinking of what she will look like to register what it was she was saying, or said, or trying to say. Whatever, is all he thought. Just get out here! feeling his heart stop as she came into view. His mouth dry and his hands cold. "So, umm," she stood there in front of him in his sights finally. Knowing clearly what was going on in his mind. "Well, how does it look? Do I look like a Indian in this?" His eyes went from her leather headband with real black and silver stripe feathers she has had as far back as he can remember in the back of the headband sticking out. Her black hair done in two braids, with the feather stems going through the back of her hair and into the hair band. She even used green and red stripes on her face. Two under each eye. This making her look cute, he thought. The top is the usual rough and rugged brown leather, but a bikini top of which her breasts are revealed in much more quantity than that of the vest he has currently forgotten all about up to this point in time now. Eyes trailing down her lean tan stomach to the same rough and rugged brown leather loincloth used for bottoms being held up by that of a thin leather string that is tightened in the back by pulling up or down on the knot. Her legs in all their glory, those beautiful light brown slender legs leading down to her feet which are in moccasins. All within this few seconds of time seeing her in this outfit he noticed he isn't breathing and let out a loud sigh. "I should have checked the outfit out before talking about it. But telling from that sigh of yours, I guess should be thankful you aren't that little boy that used to drool over the little bit of breasts of mine that were on display from the vest I wore." She teased. Feeling more comfortable now knowing he isn't reacting badly to seeing his Aunt in such a outfit. Still speechless, Samantha let out a laugh and came towards him and he finally came alive from her moving now. He can't think now. This isn't fair either, he thought. She messed his mind up from sexy thoughts of her in this outfit to where he can't concentrate on the game now. "How you going to catch me without a rifle or pistol?" She snapped her fingers in his face to call him out of his trance. "Rif-?" forcing himself back into the competitive state of mind now. "Yeah, those, where are they?" "Cowboy doesn't know where his rifle is," clicking her tongue in a tsk tsk way. She turned around to go to her room where she keeps the cap guns in her closet, next to the real ones which are in a case. His mind drew a blank again from seeing her lower butt cheeks and complete side of her hips from the loincloth in the back. Her whole body with a lovely tan like this, he kept thinking of her, enjoying the visuals in his mind while waiting for her to return with the guns. She returned holding a rifle in one hand two revolvers in the other, "Which one?" "Rifle." He reached out and took it. She put the others on top the coffee table. "You ready to get beaten by a lone Indian woman?" She asked, reaching behind her pulling the very bow she would use when he was a child. "You still have that?" He was surprised at what all she kept. Guess it really is fond memories for everyone, he thought. "Oh yeah!" She stepped in the hallway to bring the rubber foam arrows she would use along with this leather satchel she made herself to keep them in. He remembers those arrows all to well. "Remember these?" She asked him, standing there naturally, leaning on one leg, in her skimpy hide leather bikini top and loincloth talking to her nephew as if nothing is out of place now. "Yes." His brow twisting a little bit from the memories. "Those things hurt." He grinned, thinking how he would be coming out of the woods holding his arm or stomach from one of them hitting him there. Wasn't so much stinging as much as it was the unknowingly getting hit by them and not being able to ready himself for it. "Well you a big college boy now, remember?" Blinking femininely at him in a teasing manner. "I'm sure you can handle them now and not whine like you did as a little baby boy!" "Come on!" He changed the subject, having enough of the trashing and wanting the winnings. "Time to beat your half-covered behind." He pointed out her skimpy outfit after she just gotten over the nervousness of it. "Speaking of which," reaching her arm behind her out of his sight, moving her arm up and down. "This loincloth is going straight up my butt crack." She teased him to put him back in the state of mind he was in when she first revealed the outfit to him. "Much better now!" walking past him with a wiggle in her hips to the porch. Immediately she felt the cool morning air on her bare skin and it felt nice. Cliff being behind her, his eyes on her legs and her back, what is shown of it due to the arrow satchel, admiring the soft shine of her beautiful body. "You remember how to play?" She teased him. "Of course!" He said, pulling a handkerchief out of his jeans and covering his eyes with it. "Face the house, count to a hundred, and then find you. Oh, and win the game and have you admit I'm better." He joked with her. "Well you got it right except for the end." Leaning in rubbing her breasts up against the back of his shoulder, "Begin." That should keep his mind busy, she thought, taking off towards the woods. ****** After a couple of hours into it he lost a lot and some embarrassingly so. Being followed all throughout the forest as he's trying to find her and she was just playing with him until she grew bored of watching him walk in circles and shot him in the back with an arrow. Another time she was in a, sad to say, small tree above him and watched him walk the same path twice and on the third time she shot him in the butt when he was in good aiming sight. He now knows she held back when he was younger, because back then he'd of never had a chance with how it is going now that she doesn't have to hold back on winning. Cowboys and Indians All the characters portrayed in this story are at least eighteen years old. This story is fiction. * The Indian camp was just over the next hill. I had heard a lot of gun fire earlier in the afternoon coming from that direction. I crawled through the dust until I could see down the slope and into what was left of the camp. Bodies were everywhere. Most of the structures were torn down or on fire or both. I heard a woman's scream followed by a shot. So, there were still some murderers left around the camp. I brought my rifle to bear on the camp and waited. There was another terrified scream. Four drunken cowboys appeared out of the smoke dragging a young girl behind them on a rope. She was screaming and crying, trying desperately to get away. They dragged her down by the creek. One of the drunks drew a knife and cut her clothes off. They all laughed and started to get undressed. As soon as their pants hit the ground I started shooting. Soon all four of them lay dead or dying beside the creek. The girl was lying on the ground by the water, quivering in fear. I watched for a long time to be sure there were no more of those murdering cowards in the camp. Then I stood up and walked cautiously down the hill. As I approached the girl she started crying, sure that I would kill her or rape her or both. My knife made quick work of her bonds. Returning her chopped up clothing to her, I saw her smile for the first time. She was the prettiest Cheyenne girl I had ever seen. Luckily, I spoke her language, so I asked her name. "I am Moon Flower. Are you going to kill me now?" "Nobody's going to kill you. Hell, I just rescued you. I am not the bad guys." She was young and frightened to death that bad things were going to happen to her. She draped her ruined clothing over her body, covering herself as best she could. I helped her to her feet and started walking toward my horse. She followed close behind me. I mounted the horse and she took my arm and swung up behind me. We trotted away from the carnage toward the Rockies. As we put some distance between us and the camp, I slowed my horse to a walk. The vast grasslands lay before us. I knew it would take three or four days to reach the mountains. She seemed to be perfectly content with just riding along and said nothing to me all day. Just at dusk we came to a small creek so I dismounted and helped her down. She went right to work making a fire. When the fire was burning, she started mending her clothes. I unrolled my bedroll beside the fire and got some pemmican from my saddle bags. We made some coffee and sat down by the fire. I finally got a good look at her. She appeared to be about twenty or so. She was a full blooded Cheyenne, pretty, slim and short with nice full breasts and a really curvy ass. When she saw me checking her out she smiled at me again. I guess she had made up her mind that I wasn't going to hurt her. As the sun set, we finished off the meager meal. I opened the bedroll and she got in beside me. For the first time I heard her giggle a little as she wiggled into a comfortable position next to me. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezed her and went to sleep. When I woke up at first light she had managed to wiggle around and had my morning wood pressed into the crack of her ass. When I moved, she wriggled back into me. "We've got to get going before anyone figures out what happened and finds our trail," I told her. We had some hardtack and chicory for breakfast. Much to my surprise as we rode away from the campsite, she whispered in my ear, "Don't you like me?" "Well, yeah. I just don't know you very well," I stammered. "If you like me, why didn't you do it to me last night?" "I didn't know you wanted that kind of attention. I thought you might be scared." "I was scared yesterday until you rescued me. I'm not afraid now." "Well, alright, if you feel the same way tonight we might give it a try." That seemed to satisfy her and she held on tighter as we slowly made our way across the plains. I managed to shoot an antelope before we made camp for the night. We spent our time dressing it and cooking some of it. The meat was tasty but tough. Most of it was hanging from some poles to dry. I sat down and cleaned my rifle. When I looked up she was standing by the fire nude. She looked at me and smiled again. "Do you like me?" she asked. "Oh, hell yeah," I answered. She lay down in the bedroll. Well, there it was. She was a very pretty girl. She had small tits and a fine little butt. I took my clothes off and climbed in behind her. She giggled and grabbed my cock, slowly massaging it. I pinched her nipples and she sighed. She rolled me over on top of her and whispered, "Now, do it now." Her pussy was already wet. I slid my cock into her and she moaned. She grabbed my nuts and gently squeezed them as I stroked into her. She made very little noise, only a kind of low moan. I guess I was moaning too. It wasn't long until the moan was replaced with an "Oof, oof, off," as she neared her climax. She made a little squeaking noise as she clamped down on my cock. I squirted my load into her. She wiggled and giggled. All she said was, "Nice." We rolled apart and I let my cock rest in her ass crack. Squeezing her tightly, I got drowsy and fell asleep. I could hear her softly breathing as she too, drifted away. I was awake again at first light and again my morning wood was pressed firmly against her crack. This time though, I maneuvered it around and slipped it into her. She moaned a little and wiggled her ass. In less than a minute we were fucking like dogs. Little squeaking sounds came from her lips again as I jammed my cock into her pussy. I reached around her and tickled her clit. She came almost immediately. I continued to ram her fine little pussy until I felt that feeling deep in my nuts. She once again screamed and I came in the middle of her climax, filling her with my seed. I held onto her and kept my cock pressed into her until it shriveled and fell out. She held her legs tightly together. "Are you trying to make a baby?" I asked. "Yes. You saved me. I have nothing to give you but a son." Well! I had never thought of myself as a daddy, but in a funny sort of way it kind of appealed to me. So I just smiled and nodded to her. She squeezed me as tight as she could. We stayed there four days after salting the antelope meat, letting it get dry enough to pack. We fucked like animals every night. She seemed to just love my cock and had her hands on it at every opportunity. The mountains were still far away to the west and we slowly made our way toward them. We traveled for three days without seeing a single soul. Entering a big valley, we approached a huge lake from the south. It was there that we ran into the Salish. We stayed with the Salish two weeks. They tried to buy the Cheyenne girl but I told them that she was my wife and that she was pregnant. They seemed to respect that. We traded the antelope skin for a buffalo hide blanket and left the Salish to their war with the Shoshone. We continued west and ran into some really big, rough mountains. "We have to get through these before the snow flies," I told her. It took us eight days to get through the mountains. We spent most of the time dodging the Blackfoot Indians. We finally broke out of the mountains and onto a large plain. Presently we encountered a big river and followed it until it joined another big river. Making a more or less permanent camp by the river was all we worked on for the next two weeks. One night as we snuggled into the buffalo blanket next to each other she asked, "Did you mean what you told the Salish about me being your wife?" "Yes, I have grown to love you and I want you to be with me always. I wasn't lying to them." "You weren't lying to them about me being pregnant either," she informed me. "Oh man, that's great!" I shouted. I was so happy! I squeezed her tightly to me. "It's okay if we still do it isn't it?" I asked. "Of course, I'm not even swelling yet." I kissed her tenderly and felt her breasts. Her nipples popped right up so I sucked on them. "When will you have milk?" I asked. "Not yet, but you don't have to quit sucking them. It feels really good." I sucked and licked them for a while and then I rolled over on top of her. Her hand found my rigid cock and she pulled me to her entrance. I entered her gently thinking I might harm the baby. She chuckled and said, "I'm not made of fragile pottery. You may do as you like. I like it hard. Come on cowboy, do it hard in me!" I felt her body tremble as I slammed into her with abandon. Her pussy got tighter and tighter and my thrusts got stronger and stronger. Suddenly she quivered on my dick and came like an avalanche. I squirted my seed into her, grunting and puffing as I gained my release. "You've got to be the best pussy in the West!" I murmured into her ear. She just giggled and wriggled her fine little ass. Our little camp grew slowly and soon it was a real house. The forest supplied us with all the wood we needed and we built a little more each day. I made a stone fireplace so we would have some heat inside in the winter to keep us warm. It was too late to plant a crop so we harvested what we could from the surrounding country side. From the way that she preserved and stored our bounty I could tell she was no stranger to living off the land. Fall was upon us and I shot an elk so we would have meat for the winter. We also found that we could catch fish from the big river and we dried them in the fall sun. One day it was fairly worm and the next day it was really cold. Then it snowed. We huddled inside our shack and cuddled in the blanket. "Where did you learn to live off the land?" I asked her. "I was once married to a warrior. He was killed in the massacre that you rescued me from. We had not yet had a chance to have children. Sometimes I mourn for him." As the winter growled on the snow got heavier and so did she. By spring time, her belly was pooched out and she waddled when she walked. I thought it was kind of amusing but she couldn't see the humor. "You did this. Why are you laughing at me?" she angrily snapped. "You've got to know that I love you. I think you are just perfect and beautiful but you must admit that you walk funny," I explained. I took her hand and led her back into our little house. As I undressed her I noticed that her little tits weren't that little anymore. I sucked one into my mouth and her milk flowed freely from it and into me. It was sweet and light. "Mmmm," I moaned. "Don't stop! That feels so good!" she hummed. I never got tired of suckling at her breast. It was a huge treat out here in the wilderness. I slipped my cock into her pussy and we started doing what men and women do. She never got tired of fucking me. The longer I stayed with her the more I loved her. She started staying in the house more and more. I knew the time was near when we would have a baby. One day as I entered the house I heard her gasp. A large pool of fluid was on the floor between her legs. "My time is now!" she exclaimed. "You'll have to tell me what to do. I've helped a couple of cows and a horse or two but I've never done this with a woman," I confessed. "It will be alright. Just treat me like a cow!" she grinned. I held her hand while she lay on the blanket and delivered our baby. She made me cut the cord with my hunting knife. I wrapped the baby in some old, clean linen and handed him to her. She smiled up at me and said, "No pussy for you for a while." "I don't care as long as you and our son are okay." Six weeks later while Orville Corbin Jr. lay sleeping in his home made cradle, she finally let me into her body. By that time I was so horny I could have fucked a buffalo. I kissed her tenderly and felt her pussy. She grabbed my cock and gave it a few little jerks. "So much for messing around. Put it in me now!" she ordered. I crawled in between her legs and let myself slide into her. She gave a little moan as I entered her. I stopped. "No! No! You're not going to kill me! Stick it all the way in. I want to be fucked!" In all the time I had been with her I had never had a wilder ride than I had that night. "You're going to kill me with your pussy," I panted. "At least you'll die happy!" she responded. She puffed and puffed and finally gave her little squeal. She came on my already dying cock. I couldn't wait for her. She smiled triumphantly up at me. "We'll make another baby now," she said. "Well, you're in charge of making babies. I want as many as you can produce," I replied with a smile. She hugged me tightly and we drifted into sleep. I loved her then and eight children later, I loved her more. I guess we're pioneers. Cowboys & Indians But now the table has turned and after a handful of losses to his Aunt he finally has the upper hand. She's looking around between the tree trunks and greens, trying to find his cowboy hat floating around somewhere. Then she cursed herself, hearing the clicking of the rifle behind her and the tip pushing into her back. Putting her hands up and dropping the bow she slowly turned around letting her grin show. "About time you get me." She told him. "I didn't off you yet. I'm taking you prisoner and going to find out where the rest of the 'tribe' is." He said pushing the rifle into her back to make her walk. He took some rope he found last night and tied her hands to make sure she can't get away. "Is all this necessary?" She asked after getting her hands tied together. "Well I can't just let my prized possession get away after she beat me pretty much all morning long." Keeping the rifle on her back and was surprised she was playing along with this. But probably thought it was just to let him get some payback for losing a lot. Once back at the house Samantha found herself bent over the table and her hands tied with the rope he found last night. The rope was under the table and went from her hands to her knees to make sure she couldn't get anywhere without lifting the heavy table. "Well you have your prisoner. What you planning on doing now?" She asked, trying to see where all this is heading. "You whooped my butt all morning, time to return the punishment." His eyes trailing up and down her smooth tan legs. Shiny and soft looking, his eyes stopping on her butt. Covered by the loincloth hanging over her butt. Her hips and some of the side of her butt cheeks in clear view from bending over. "Like what?" Feeling a little uncomfortable but intrigued at the same time over this. Feeling the loincloth being lifted up exposing her butt cheeks to him. There was a piece of leather going between her cheeks. "Hey! Hey!" Samantha struggled when feeling her bottoms coming up exposing her butt to Cliff. "Shh," Cliff slapped the closest side of her butt to him. A pleasurable sensation rushed through him feeling her soft butt for that little bit of a second, and the loud smack following her whimper made it all the better. After six more slaps on each side of her cheeks Samantha yelped on each strike she felt sting her rear end. Cliff admired her redness on her light brown butt. Looking between her legs Cliff took notice of her pussy between her legs pushing out against the leather. And thanks to her wriggling and struggling, a very small glimpse of her lips can be seen peeking out on the sides. Feeling his cock swell inside his pants now from the spanking and looking at her beautiful butt. Obviously she isn't really fighting it, or she would have told him so and how it's going too far. "You done?" Samantha asked in a low voice feeling slightly turned on from all this. Never has another man ever done this to her and she's quite enjoying this feeling, but knows she needs to get out somehow. Despite her liking it, it cannot stand. Her eyes winced upon two more slaps of her butt. Putting his hand out he figure she is tied and enjoying this. He began rubbing her butt cheeks feeling how warm they are and quite red they are from the spankings. Feeling her soft butt against his hands, his cock's straining hard against his jeans. He can also feel the pre cum now from the cold and wet feeling in his underwear. "Cliff?" Wondering what he is doing feeling his hands rub her butt, causing her to wonder if this should go on. "What are you doing?" He quickly slapped her butt for asking him, he was over the edge with lust and pleasure, his dick in charge now. Her eyes shut tight on that one not expecting it. Moving his hands from her butt to her hips and side of her legs he's taking in the softness of her skin and her beautiful long tan legs. He wants to see more of her beautiful body. Taking hold of the piece of leather between her cheeks he pulled on it, pulling the back cover of the leather cloth under the string that kept it in place. His eyes on her butt watching the thin piece of leather pull out from between her cheeks. When she tried to say something he would slap her butt really hard and continued on with pulling her coverings away from her. Samantha kept still, feeling her insides flip-flop with emotions and pleasure, feeling her helplessness allowing her to be taken over like this. Her fault, she told herself to allow it to continue in the same pleasurable vein. I shouldn't have been caught out there by him. She felt the piece of cloth that was covering her pussy leave her and allowing her to become fully exposed to Cliff. She wondered if he's going to take her top off. She has to find a way to get out of this though. Keeping her attention focused on that, but that was a hard thing to do considering the spankings, touching and, "Ooh, Cliff, what you --," She was spanked again. He didn't want her talking, afraid she would come to her senses or see it is going to far and stop it. He's finally getting to play with her sexy body. All he did was run his finger on the side of her pussy lips taking in the softness of those. He even noticed she is slightly wet meaning she's enjoying this! He unzipped his jeans and pulled them off along with his underwear. Now he's shaking slightly from such anxiousness and pleasure of what is going on. He knew she thought of him too or else she wouldn't have had remembered the looks and everything else concerning him and brought them up the day before. Nor would she have came out in such a suit and been ok with it if she felt otherwise. Walking in front of her exposed below the waist just as she is, her eyes showing a shock expression now. Not expecting that at all, she definitely needs to find a way to get out of this. Teach him a lesson now. At last! She found her way out and now quickly coming up with a plan. Now to hope he keeps going with the way things are going and doesn't suspect anything. Without warning, she felt his cock head touch her closed lips. She looked down with her eyes at his dick touching her mouth. Keeping her lips closed tight. But he's leaning over her keeping his dick on her pursed lips. He quickly smacked her bare tan ass, but she still kept her mouth close tight. He followed up with another loud and hard strike on her butt. Still nothing. "Do I need to go to your other mouth and do that?" He watch her open her mouth now to accept his cock. She didn't want that to happen, not like this anyways. She would have lost the game if she gave in so quickly like that. She felt his dick push inside her mouth, the taste of pre cum and his cock sliding against her tongue and deeper inside her mouth. Before he can push anymore in and gag her, she started sucking and licking his cock. Knowing this will stop him in his tracks long enough for her to get her plan in action. Not once did she think of this as her nephew's cock, but instead she's trying to finish her escape. Taking half of his dick in her mouth, wriggling her tongue under his cock then pulling back away from it with her lips firmly around it feeling it slide against her lips. She heard him moan and mutter from the feeling. He is quite enjoying it and never expected it even with all that's going on. It was just a game of surrender turned into this. A smile spreading across his face can no longer hide his elation of what is happening. Taking hold the back of her head and admiring her fit tan body tied to the coffee table and her butt sticking out from being bent over, a very sexy Aunt he has indeed. Cliff pushed her head closer to him making her take more of his dick in her mouth again. Samantha shut her eyes making slurping sounds while sucking on his hard cock. Tasting his cock in her mouth and his pre cum, she is almost done with her escape. Pulling her mouth away from his cock, making a pop sound as it left the suction of her mouth. "I never knew you wanted me to suck your cock." Trying to keep his attention on her; mainly her mouth. "Did you like Aunt Samantha licking and sucking your cock?" Looking at his cock and back up to his eyes, keeping his eyes locked on hers. "It is so hard! So wet and hard from being inside my mouth." He was speechless and couldn't reply to her talking in such a seductive voice. It's so feminine and low, turning him on even more. His cock bouncing a little bit from standing outright and flexing from the blood pulsing inside of it in front of her face, he can't believe this is all happening now. Samantha saw his cock move up and down and let out a quiet laugh. "Mmm, did you like that? Want your cock back inside my mouth again so I can suck it?" Finishing her plan up and now just playing with him. Letting him get pushed over the edge even more with her words of approval over what is happening here. He nodded, moving his dick back to her mouth. "Well let me get hold of it with my hands!" Before Cliff could even register what happened she had one hand on his cock and the other around his waist. Wriggling her legs to get out of the rope that is now loose and down around her ankles and feet. On her feet grabbing his arm, twisting it, and pulling him back to her. "You made a biiiig mistake, boy!" Whispering in his ear, pushing her hide leather covered breasts against his back keeping his body close to hers. "You put the knot near my hands and not near my knees so I untied them when I figured out your rope mistake." He couldn't believe it, he thought to himself. Thinking of how dumb that was now that he's thinking about it. He was so excited about tying her up, how she looks in her Indian outfit, and his newfound abrasive, sexual actions towards her that he didn't think about any of that. Feeling his arm behind his back being twisted and her other hand still on his cock. She never let go of it and still feeling her body up against his. Stroking his cock, whispering in his ear, and feeling her body up against his before he knew it he felt his cock shooting out cum, immediately following his shuddering orgasm. First shot went far, the second shot a little bit before spilling all out over his Aunt's stroking hand. Red, hot, and nervous cannot even begin to explain what he is feeling now. The stroking had stopped when she felt his cock get sticky from her stroking his cum all over it, spreading it all over until it quickly dried on her hand and his dick. "Oh, my, you must be excited," holding her laugh back. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do tha-" Cliff getting cut off from Samantha quieting him with her finger up to his mouth. "It's ok. Now that it is coated, it can add more to the taste. How's that sound?" "Um, good." Turning him around and gently pushing him down to sit in the sofa behind him, Samantha went down on her knees taking hold of his cock, Cliff felt her lips around the base and her tongue working the underside. Getting it all wet, licking the cum she smeared all over it up. Pulling up, using her tongue to slide down the side of his dick, and on the other side licking back up, finishing it with putting his head in her mouth sucking hard on it while pushing her tongue against his hole circling around it. His moaning and groaning telling her all she needs to know in how great of a job she is doing for him. Pulling it out of her mouth Samantha began slapping his dick softly against her mouth; sometimes sticking her tongue out letting him feel it when his cock slaps up against it. Sitting up straighter now, Cliff quickly opened his eyes to see what it is he felt his dick sliding over. "Oh, wow, oh." Watching his cock, which is being held in his Aunt's loving hand, rubbing it all across her breasts. "You like that?" She asked him softly. "Y-yes." "Good." Immediately following up with her pushing his dick between her soft tits. Still in her top squeezing them together allows her to have free hands to do whatever she wants with his dick. Cliff never in his wildest dreams ever imagine he would ever be doing things like this with his Aunt. Let alone have his cock between her breasts. Hesitant at first, he slowly moved his hands towards her breasts to touch them. Despite his cock being between her tits, the blowjobs, and tying her up and everything thus far, he still feels like he may cross the line and that she'll put an end to this huge, fantastic dream come true. Cupping a breast with his left hand, no protest, he put his right hand over her other, gently squeezing them over the rough leather top. Feeling bold now, he moved inside and immediately felt harder between the tit-fucking, and now feeling her nipples over his fingertips. "Oh, God." Cliff let out softly, whispering. "I'm glad you are enjoying." She smiled, feeling really good with the attention she is getting. But her pussy is wet and has gone unnoticed and untouched since the light rub he gave her lips earlier while tied up. "You should most definitely enjoy this." Keeping his dick between her breasts, she let go, guided his hands out of her top and, reaching behind her with a smirk on her face, she let the top fall off of her body, her breasts falling a bit and his cock now nestling on them, rather than between them. Her nipples looked lovely, light pink and quite stiff. Letting out a soft mutter of approval, Samantha knew what he was trying to say but stopped him. "That wasn't it, though." Getting up on her feet, bending forward, giving him a kiss on the lips, snaking her tongue into his mouth. She moved in closer, keeping her lips locked on his, lightly biting, sucking and flicking his tongue with hers, moving her body on top of his parting her legs. Without warning, Cliff felt his Aunt's pussy lightly touch his cock before she pulled up again. Still kissing, not knowing at all what to do, Cliff kept his hands on the arms of the sofa, enjoying it when her soft tits would hit against him, and keeping the kiss going until she pulls back. Without warning Samantha knew he isn't going to do anything from how stiff and nonmoving he is she let her pussy drop right on his cock, feeling the thick hardness slide deep inside of her. Letting out a loud gasp, she felt his cock fill and stretch her pussy, something she hasn't felt for a long time. "Aunt Samantha!" Cliff broke from the kiss upon feeling her warm wet pussy slide right down on his dick, her butt hitting the top of his legs and her breasts now in front of his face. He naturally began pumping his cock inside of her. Feeling her soft wetness against his cock, and some of it finding its way on his body. Samantha riding him harder, faster, and rotating her hips in different directions when he is half inside of her. Letting him feel her insides in ways a girl his age won't find out about until later on in life with more experience. Her breasts bouncing in front of his face, her arms around his neck, leaning in he started sucking, licking and kissing on them. So soft and warm, everything came rushing to him and before he knew it he felt that all familiar feeling boil inside of him. "Umm, er, Aunt . . ." finding himself trying to tell her he is about to cum and not knowing how to tell her. "Inside me. It's ok, baby." Catching on to what he's trying to say. Looking in her eyes; her playful eyes, and feeling her warm wetness surrounding his dick he's feeling plunging deep inside of her. Before he even felt it he's shooting cum inside of her. Her moaning upon feeling his fluids entering inside of her making him plunge deeper and harder inside of her, rough, causing her to let out sharp, short yelps. Then he felt her pussy tighten, her yelps turning into grunts and guttural moans, she's now cumming. Her braids bouncing, head back letting out a loud, deep grunt, keeping his dick inside of her while she rocks back and forth with her hips on it. Calming down, her breathing coming to a steady slow; he can feel her hot breath on his neck while she is leaning forward on him, trying to collect herself. Sitting on his lap with his dick still fully inside of her, then, slowly pulling up leaving behind his cock mixed with his and her cum trailing on it. Feeling her pussy slide up his dick and the air hitting the wetness on his skin, she stayed on his lap, leaning in giving him a kiss. Placing his hand on her butt to keep her steady, "Don't be so shy. Feel free to touch and do what you want. No going back now, cowboy." Keeping one hand on top the sofa and the other moving between the both of them to his dick, taking hold of it, and stroking his wet dick. "Can we play again tomorrow so I can win again?" Challenging her with a smirk hoping he gets her fired up and he can put his new plan for her into action. "I mean, I did literally whip your butt today in it." He said, slapping her butt, reminding her what happened when she was caught. "You're on, cowboy."