Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-7”.
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WARNING: This is not a fantasy! Unlike the previous installments in this series, the events that follow are purely fictitious. The concept for this started with the passing of my aunt. After attending her funeral on Valentine’s Day, I got the idea to write a story as homage to her. I know it may sound weird because I write erotica, but it is just my way of remembering my dear aunt. I hope you enjoy.
Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…
January 11th 2014, 9:30 AM: the phone rang. I answered, only to learn my aunt had passed away during the night. She had been getting worse of late and we had all seen it coming. Nonetheless, it was still a shock. Three days later, on Valentine’s Day, I was catching up with my relatives—most of who I had not seen in over a decade—as we waited for the service to begin. I was told by countless aunts, uncles and distant relatives that I had grown into a beautiful young woman. But all I wanted was to be left alone to grieve in peace. Luckily, we were soon informed the service would be starting momentarily. It was only then that I realized I needed to pee. After making a pit stop at the bathroom, I joined the rest of my relatives in the church. Not wanting to disturb anyone, I took a seat in the last occupied row. The only other person in that row was a gorgeous young woman. I knew it was wrong given the circumstances, but I could not help and get turned on as I looked her up and down. Unfortunately, trying to fight my urges became even harder when I recognized her; she was my cousin Candy! I had not seen her in twelve years and I was stunned at how much she had changed. She used to be a tomboy, but from the looks of it, her femininity had developed with age. She was now a breathtaking young woman.
“Hi,” I whispered as I slid over to her. It took her a few moments to recognize me, but when she did, a smile appeared on her luscious lips. We caught up quickly as we waited for the ceremony to begin. But we only got a few words out before the priest began his sermon. We spent the next few minutes in silence. That is, until emotions got the better of Candy and she burst into tears. I reached out to give her a comforting pat on the back, but she took it as an invitation to bury her face in my bosom as her entire body started to shake to the rhythm of her sobs. I wrapped my arms around her in a comforting embrace and let her weep. Well, until the feel of her face pressed against my boobs turned me on to the point where I felt a fantasy start to form within me. I tried to fight it, knowing how wrong it would be given the current situation. Unfortunately, I was unable to keep my perverse thoughts trapped inside my unconscious mind.
“Fuck…” was all I had time to think before the fantasy took hold of me. No longer bound by the laws of reality, I acted upon the incestuous urges that filled me. Unwrapping my arms from around Candy, I reached down with one hand. My fingers brushed against her thighs before I pressed my palm against her crotch. I felt her stiffen, but she soon relaxed when I started massaging her lower lips through the thin fabric of her pants. In fact, she relaxed so much that she soon stopped crying. Luckily, she still kept her face buried in my bosom. Realizing she would have rejected me by then if she did not appreciate my comforting touch, I decided to proceed with my plan. Removing my hand from between her thighs, I heard her whine softly—a whine which soon turned into a moan when I slipped my hand into her pants.
“Mmmmm!” she moaned, her voice muffled by my boobs, as I started moving my hand about, forcing my finger to massage her engorged labia. The wetness in her pants soon convinced me to escalate things. Less than a second later, I was slowly, sensually sliding two of my fingers in and out of her cunt.
“Mmmmm!” she moaned again as I started accelerating the rhythm. Before long, I was fervently finger-fucking her pre-cum-filled pussy. Thank god her face remained buried in my chest or everyone in the church would have heard her moan. I was particularly thankful for our current position when she climaxed, forcing wave after wave of hot orgasmilk flowing out of her poon. I smiled proudly as I imagined the gooey nectar creating an increasingly voluminous wet spot in her pants.
“MMMMM!” she moaned loudly. I cringed as I saw the woman sitting in the row before us—I knew she was my aunt, but I could not recall which one—glanced back at us. Apparently, she assumed Candy was crying, because she gave me an understanding smile and turned back around. By then, Candy had finished cumming and was panting softly. Obviously short on breath, she pulled away and I could not help but feel disappointment fill me. Luckily, that was not to be the end of it; quite the opposite. As soon as Candy’s breath returned, she pulled me in for a long, passionate kiss.
“Mmm?!” I moaned out of surprise as I felt her tongue dance around in my mouth. But I soon recovered and started reciprocating her eager tongue strokes. After the most intense make out session of my life, Candy pulled away, leaving me desperate for more. Luckily, I did not have to wait long as she slid off the bench, landing on the floor. Kneeling before me, she ripped my blouse open and, without a moment of hesitation, started expertly licking, sucking and teasing my nipples. A soft moan flowed past my lips and, in fear of anyone hearing it and glancing back at us, I slid forward on the bench and slumped down, hiding both my bare breasts and the young woman suckling on them. I managed to keep my moans contained for a bit, but I soon felt the arousal building within me. Just when I was about release a powerful moan, Candy pulled away.
“…” I started, but remained silent as I saw her unbutton and unzip my pants. Pulling them down, she revealed my panty-free pussy. Not wasting a second, she buried her face in my crotch. Less than a second later, I felt her tongue slither across my labia.
“Mmmmm!” I moaned in a voice I realized was much too powerful for our current situation. Luckily, no one seemed to have paid any mind to it. Afraid to be caught in this compromising situation, I slid even father down on the bench, leaving only my head visible. As luck would have it, that gave better access to Candy. Taking full advantage of it, she plunged her tongue past my lower lips, sending it sliding all the way up my pussy.
“Oh g…” I started, but the rest of my moan was cut short when I slapped a hand across my mouth. Even so, I barely managed to keep my moans contained. In fact, they soon got so loud that the aunt sitting in the adjacent row turned back to see what was going on. I barely had time to burry my face in my hands and pretend to be crying. I assume she bought it, because I soon saw her turn back around as I peered at her through the cracks between my fingers. Sighing in relief, I lowered my hands. But I was soon forced to raise one of them again to keep my loud moan from being heard when I felt Candy escalate things further.
“MMMMM!” came my muffled moan as I felt her slide a saliva-covered finger into my asshole. Another moan soon followed when she started sliding in and out of me. A third also came when she added a second finger. I could barely contain my blissful moans as I felt her tongue dive in and out of my poon while her fingers did the same in my ass. The double penetration was so enjoyable that I soon felt an orgasm build deep within me. Moments later, I felt my pussy start to shake and shiver. When I felt the first wave of cum flow up from the depths of my pussy, I knew I would be unable to keep my moans contained. Sure enough, the dam broke moments later.
“Oh my god! I’m cumming! I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” I yelled at the top of my lungs as I felt my hot orgasmilk squirt out of my pussy, splashing all over my gorgeous cousin. It took a few squirts before my relatives recognized the nature of the moans they were hearing and managed to pinpoint the source. By the time they did, I was squirting wave after wave of pussy fluid all over the place.
“OH YES!”
“OH GOD!”
“OH FUCK!”
My moans echoed throughout the church as everyone stared at me with shocked disbelief. Was I really doing what they thought I was? Yes. And I was fucking loving it! Unfortunately, I did not have time to finish climaxing before I got snapped back to reality.
“What are you doing?” asked Candy as she removed her face from between my boobs.
“Wh… what?” I stuttered as I glanced around. I could not help and feel a certain disappointment when I realized I was still fully clothed and there was not a drop of cum to be seen. On the plus side, I soon realized I had unknowingly grabbed hold of her left boob sometime during the course of my fantasy.
“Sorry,” I apologized as I removed my hand.
“It’s okay. We all grieve in different ways.”
I was not quite sure what she meant by that, but at least I was not in trouble for groping her. The rest of the ceremony was spent in silence and shame. I could not believe I had actually had a fantasy during my aunt’s funeral service. Then again, nobody got hurt and it was one of the hottest fantasies of my life! Maybe her death was not so tragic after all…
Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed and please take a second to thank the woman responsible for this fantasy. I love you Auntie. Rest in peace…
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