'Understanding women' is an oxymoron. You never really understand them. If you're lucky you survive them. Take exhibitionism for example. Why do some women, maybe even a co-worker or the wife of a neighbor, get pleasure from flashing hapless shoe salesmen or "surprising" pizza delivery boys wrapped in just a towel? Power? Danger? What possesses some women to perform sex in front of others or even before a camera? What is the drive that causes them to cast all caution and modesty to the wind and actually do it?
The part that excites me even now, after all that I discovered that first summer, is what is going through their beautiful minds as they are showing themselves? Maybe my fiance, Alicia, had it right when she told me,
"Guys are, like, so serious and heavy about sex. With girls, its different, not such a big deal. Its just like going to the bathroom with us."
I'm not saying I understand every woman. But after that summer there were a few that I thought I knew pretty well. The bad part, the really bad part that still freaks me even today, is the price of my education. It's true. You can pick your friends, or even your lovers, but you can't pick your family.
I put down my suitcase and pressed the doorbell which chimed inside the large house. I had not seen my aunt and uncle for nearly five years and I still wasn't sure we would get along for the year or so I would be attending college and renting a room from them. This summer was going to be sort of a trial. School wasn't starting for another two months.
Aunt Carol was my Mom's younger sister and had been something of a black sheep in our family. Mom had kept contact even if others didn't. She was a bit wild and had married Uncle Jerry who was the quintessential loud-mouthed salesman type.
Mom never told me all the details but she said their wedding was pretty wild, especially some of Uncle Jerry's friends who were more party people than my Mom's side of the family could handle. I tried to press her on it but she told me I had better ask Aunt Carol about it herself someday.
She was always a more stylish dresser but there was definitely a family resemblance when Mom took off her glasses. I had visited with her about five or six times while growing up and I'd never seen her in anything but a dress or skirt and high heels. I used to think she was a Barbie doll when I was little.
"Hi Aunt Carol", I smiled.
"Chris! Hi! Come on in. I'm so glad to see you.", she blurted reaching over and pulling me against her in a hug and kiss.
As she pressed me against her I suddenly was aware that I was flattening her breasts underneath the knit dress she had on and that she was not wearing a bra. I felt a twitch in my crotch that wasn't at all innocent embarrassment.
"Chris, my boy, come on in and get settled.", Uncle Jerry boomed as he grabbed the suitcase out of my hand.
He had gotten balder in the years since I'd last seen him and developed a bit more of a paunch but he was as overbearing as ever as he showed me around their very spacious two-story house. With no children of their own it was no problem for them to board me in one of the five bedrooms.
As he talked I kept looking over at Aunt Carol and noticed how really gorgeous she was even if she was twenty years older than I was. I had never been especially attracted to "older" women but this felt really strange and dangerous for some reason.
Some of it must have been the way she smiled at me when our eyes met as if she had some secret she was dying to tell me but was holding back. It struck me how much she resembled the actress Stella Stevens from the old Jerry Lewis movie.
I also noticed she was not reluctant to gaze at my crotch when she thought I wouldn't notice which was something I'd never have suspected from a my own aunt. Of course, Uncle Jerry was completely oblivious to our little game. At least it seemed that way.
After some chit-chat and catching up on family matters I went back upstairs to unpack and get settled into my new room. It was located down the hall and across from the master bedroom and had its own bathroom. I undressed and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Hanging from the shower curtain rod were several pairs of pantyhose, nylon stockings, and a rather plain white elastic garter belt. Apparently Aunt Carol used this bathroom to rinse her "unmentionables" and had forgotten to take them out before I arrived. I reached up and took down a pair of the pantyhose, feeling them in my fingers as my mind imagined her just slipping them off. They were soft, the all nude kind. I held them up to my face briefly but they had been washed and had only a faint detergent scent.
My penis began to swell. I draped the pantyhose over the tip and drew them across ever so slightly. I took down the stockings and did the same, letting the silky material irritate the sensitive underside of my penis.
Suddenly, a knock came on the bathroom door and I was jolted back to reality.
"Chris, I left some things of mine in there. Would you be a dear and hand them out to me?"
"Just a moment. I..I."
I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me then opened the door. Aunt Carol pushed the door open quickly and walked in.
"Sorry to be such a nuisance but I left some rather intimate things in here and I..".
She stopped in mid sentence. She could plainly see my erection tenting out the towel but pretended not to notice as I pulled the garter belt off the rod and handed it to her. Our hands touched for a moment and again she smiled.
"Jerry forgot to mention that he starts a two week sales trip tomorrow. He'll be up and gone before you get up so you won't be able to say good-bye."
She paused just a moment and then in a very suggestive voice added, "Well, I guess that means you'll be the man of the house for a while. Are you too big now to give me a good night kiss?"
I leaned over and nervously gave he a mild peck on the lips. Before I could withdraw she had stepped forward and held her mouth to mine much longer than normal decency would allow. I felt a hot surge both in my face and in my crotch that left me somewhat breathless. She finally backed off, turned on her heels, and disappeared down the hall into the master bedroom.
The last thing I remember was the slight brushing of her skirt on her thighs as she disappeared through the door. I didn't manage to fall asleep for nearly two hours as I replayed the bathroom scene in my mind. This arrangement was beginning to look rather interesting.
******
It was just after 9:00 when I rolled out of bed, slipped on some oversized shorts, and started down to get some breakfast. As I came out of the room I could here the shower running in the master bathroom and a sudden hot thought rushed through my mind. I wonder if my aunt is now nude in the shower? I looked outside in the driveway and saw that Uncle Jerry's BMW was gone so it could only be Aunt Carol in the house.
With my heart pounding at the craziness of it I quietly tiptoed down the hall and stood outside the door listening. I didn't dare try to open it but just stood quietly as my penis swelled again in excitement. I could here her moving in the shower as she washed, trying to imagine what she must look like all nude and wet.
I heard the water shut off and nearly stopped breathing as she opened the shower door and dried herself. There was a few more moments of eerie silence and then, a sound similar to an electric razor but much deeper and heavier. I could only be from a large massager or vibrator. The next sound went through me like an electric current. It was my aunt's voice but in a deep, guttural moan,
"Oh..mmmmm.Ohhhhh..Yeaaaah."
The moaning was subdued but distinct as my gorgeous aunt masturbated only inches away with a very loud massager. From the location of the sound she must have been sitting on the toilet as she played the rubber head over her labia and clitoris. Her breathing quickened and built to a crescendo finally ending a long, grunting gasp,
"Yesss..yess..mmm...aaahhh."
I was sweating and my penis was as hard as iron. I tried to visualize the intimate scene I had overheard. Still shaking I walked back down the hall and downstairs to try to regain my composure over some coffee and toast. A bit later I heard my aunt's voice at the top of the stairs.
"Chris, would you help me out with something up here?".
I tried not to blush when I finally came face to face with her but I must have turned red.
"Chris, are you all right? I hope you're not getting sick?" she asked with mock compassion.
She was wearing a white and yellow cotton dress with a button front and flared skirt that fell about six inches above her shapely knees. She had on a bit more makeup than usual and her blond hair was loose at her shoulders, held over her ears by two large combs on either side.
"I need to go out an do some shopping at the mall and I can't decide which shoes go with this outfit? If you help me out I might let you come with me, OK? Now, which should I wear the yellow pumps or the white strap heels?"
Now, I know computers, and swimming and stuff like that but women's shoes? However, as the wise man said 'I may not know art but I know what I like'. The white shoes had a 5 inch heel and a thin T-strap that buckled around her ankle. My penis voted for the white.
"The white shoes are nice.", I replied, my voice somewhat strained.
"I thought you'd like those. Well, since you like them so much why don't you help me on with them while I get these earrings on?"
I kneeled down at her feet facing her shapely calves that shimmered from the sheer stockings she was wearing. I slipped the first shoe around her stockinged foot and as I did I inadvertently pulled her legs apart slightly.
From my position I could make out the welt of her suntan thigh top stockings and the pale expanse of her thigh above but couldn't see beyond before she shifted and brought her legs into a more lady-like posture. I fastened the first buckle on the strap. She must have noticed my fumbling and thought it was cute.
"Chris, don't get all nervous. I know you have been seeing several girls at school from what your mom has told me so you aren't a complete idiot around women."
Then she got very serious as if she was finally going to let out the secret she had been harboring since I arrived.
"You know, dear, education is not just about books and such. Most young guys like you are completely naive about what women are really like. And by the time you figure it all out you're like Jerry, too old or burned out to care. One way or another you need to learn something of the world of women."
She looked straight in my eyes with that half smile that made me want to come right there.
"If any women is in the mood, no fantasy is beyond her experience and she'll stop at nothing to satisfy it. Not marriage vows or all the taboos of society will prevent her from fulfilling her needs. It's something we must have picked up from Eve, you know, in the Bible."
She lifted up my chin in her hand and gave me a long kiss that took my breath away for an instant. Then she laughed and got up.
"Now for being such a dear and helping me, I'll give you a treat. But first you have to close your eyes and not open them till I say. OK?"
I stood up still a bit out of breath and faced her as she headed out the bedroom door. Closing my eyes, I concentrated for the moment on the faint fragrance of her expensive cologne and another musty smell that I couldn't yet place.
"OK. Open your eyes."
A hot rush surged through my face and crotch almost simultaneously.
Standing in the doorway with her back to me, Aunt Carol had gathered the skirt she was wearing in folds and was holding it above her waist.
My eyes rose from the white straps of her high heels, up her shiny calves and over the tan welts of her thigh tops now in plain sight. Her firm, smooth bare thighs rose upwards to her absolutely bare buttocks, smooth white melons parted down the middle and with a slight fringe of her blond bush peeking out at the apex of her thighs. She was not wearing any panties or even a thong and the sight of her sudden nakedness almost stopped my heart.
With a tiny squeal and a quick flexing of her right knee and calf, she dropped the white drape of her skirt, smoothed it with her hands, and proceeded down the hall to wait for me to get ready. Fifteen heart-pounding minutes later I was dressed and we were headed for the car to drive to the mall.
******
I sat in the passenger seat while Aunt Carol drove the large Mercedes sedan. I was still trying to make sense of it all. It seemed like I had ventured into another world where all the rules I'd ever known were no longer valid. And still I couldn't take my eyes off my aunt as she drove, her dress riding just above the welts of her stockings and all the while that slight grin of expectation.
"God, Chris, how much of a hint do you need?" my aunt said breaking the silence.
"What do you mean?" I queried in genuine confusion.
"You keep staring at my legs but you can't bring yourself to touch me. You must have more willpower than any young guy your age to resist a come-on like this."
I reached across and ran my right hand over her knee, slipping it under her hem and stroking the bare flesh above the welt. She took a slight breath.
"Much better. That feels nice. Now, how high can you go?"
My knuckles just brushed the soft curls of her pubic hair when a car pulled along side and I jerked away, embarrassed that we would be seen.
"They can't see in the tinted windows, Chris, so don't worry. I've tried to look in and you can't see a thing."
Traffic had picked up by now and we turned into the mall parking lot before I could reach my lofty objective at the top of her thighs. I inconspicuously brought my hand to my face on the chance that I picked up her woman scent in my attempt but it smelled only of hand soap.
"Would you get my door for me please?", she asked casually.
I went around to her side and pulled the heavy sedan door open. Fighting carelessness, but all the while knowing just what she was doing, Aunt Carol spread her legs apart leaving one leg on the floorboard while stretching the other leg as far out of the car as she could physically manage. The effect was to pull her skirt clear to her waist and give me for the first time in my life a momentary, unobstructed view of my aunt's open, pink womanhood.
The flash was painfully short. I blushed at the indecency of it even as I strained for a better view. Her pubic hair was a dusty blonde and seemed trimmed very neatly. The inner lips just peaked out and gaped a bit at the very bottom. In the sunlight it was hard to tell if she was wet but if she was as wet as I was hard she'd be drenched.
Then, in a flash, she brought her other leg around and got out, the wayward skirt slipping into place, frustrating me. I now knew that my function on this shopping spree was to serve as the foil for her exhibitionist teasing. I just hoped my penis would not break in half before she was done.
She took my arm and we walked into the mall where she explained what she had planned. She showed me the spot where she said I should stand if I wanted to learn something about women. The spot was just next to and below a rather large escalator with a glass side that was moving up. As I stood for several minutes I realized that quite without being obvious I could look almost straight up the dress of any woman riding the escalator over my position.
Now, most of the women there were not worth watching but now and then a young, nicely dressed woman would get on and stand right next to the glass giving me a clear view of her pantyhose and panties as she passed overhead.
On at least two occasions my eyes met with the woman I was watching. They clearly knew what I was doing but said or did nothing.
I watched as my aunt walked to the escalator and got on. She pretended to be unaware, gliding directly over my view. I could only imagine what was going through her mind as she felt my gaze on her bare ass and vagina as she rode past.
We walked along a quiet hall. She asked me to hold the bag she was carrying so she could pick up a bill she had "accidentally" dropped on the floor. In one casual motion she drew her skirt up and squatted with her legs spread wide, experiencing the cool feeling as I stared across at her gaping, pink-tinged vagina.
After several of these "accidents" she seemed even more agitated and we ended up going into the large department store.
She grabbed a dress from the rack that was obviously the wrong size and told me she was going to try it on in the fitting room. I thought it was odd that it took her nearly ten minutes to discover that the dress wouldn't fit. That was until I saw her emerge from the fitting room somewhat shaky and flushed. She had obviously just masturbated in there to relieve her excitement. I asked her point blank,
"Did you just go in there an get off? I mean right in the dressing room where anyone could hear you?"
She looked at me with a slight smile and said, "Does this answer your question?".
She held her right fingers to my face and immediately I inhaled the deep, musky, marine scent of her intimate wetness. I was so hard and ready to come by this point that I was getting the shakes. I couldn't hold back doing something real soon but it appears she had one last tease planned.
"I must confess, Chris, that it excites me no end to go out in public in a dress and no panties. I've done it since I was just a teen and it still feels daring and wicked. But there is one drawback that I always run into. I always get so horny and wet that it starts running down my legs and if I sit on my dress, the back gets all wet. I just hate to go around with a big wet spot on my skirt. I need to wipe myself off before getting in the car. I could go into the ladies room but that wouldn't be as fun as having you wipe me off right here."
We were standing in a somewhat deserted corridor that led to the parking garage but still it would be risky.
"Do you have some tissues or something I could use?", I asked taking the dare.
"I'm afraid not. Actually, the only thing I think you could use that you wouldn't mind getting soiled are your own underpants. Why don't you just quickly slip them off and wipe me?"
In a bizarre trance I felt myself unbuckling my belt and dropping my baggy shorts. I felt her eyes on me as I slid down my black cotton briefs releasing at long last my rigid erection. She gathered her dress to her waist in a single motion and, stepping beside her, I wiped her wetness from her bare buttocks and the insides of her thighs.
We were terrified as we risked discovery to carry out this absurd exhibitionist act. As she dropped her dress, I slipped on my now wet, stained briefs that wreaked of her scent, pulled up my baggies, and followed her to the car.
At this point my head was so twisted that nothing she or I did would surprise me. This was my Aunt Carol, my mom's sister, and yet I wanted her sexually more than anything I had ever wanted since discovering girls. My education had only just begun.
******
We pulled out of the garage and started down the street headed back to the house. Aunt Carol turned to me while driving.
"I'm really very proud of you, Christopher. You're really being very mature about my little games and all. Some boys your age would not be able to control themselves as well as you have. We weren't really sure how you'd react to my overtures but I think we're going to get along quite well."
She reached over with her free hand and rubbed the back of my neck mussing my hair a bit and smiling that small smile, more of just an involuntary parting of her lips as if she couldn't find the will to close them completely.
I was slightly puzzled by her use of the pronoun "we". I couldn't imagine Uncle Jerry and she had hatched her little seduction. I mean, what was in it for him taking off on his convenient trip and all.
After a short silence she continued.
"I hear you have a girlfriend. She's a senior in high school or something. Why don't you tell me about her? Is she pretty? Are you two...serious?"
"Yeah. Well her name is Alicia Aronesti and I met her at a swim meet before I graduated. She's a cheerleader and graduates next year. I guess we're 'serious' if it means what I think you think it means."
I blushed. We both knew it meant that I had had sex with her which I had, a couple times. Alicia was a year younger than me at 19 with a model's figure. She had long straight blond hair that reached midway down her back. I really liked her because she was fun and not flaky. I really couldn't stand flaky or pushy girls.
"Well, do you have a picture of her? I'm really very curious to see what she looks like.", Aunt Carol asked.
I took out the school picture I had of her in my wallet. She was sitting very demurely in a dark plaid skirt, knee socks and saddle shoes, white cotton blouse and dark blazer that made up the traditional school uniform. I really liked the picture because I had caught her with her legs a little too far apart. You could see a lot of her thighs but not any higher.
I handed it to my aunt whose eyes narrowed as she held it before her.
"Oh, Chris. She's really very lovely. I see they're still wearing the same uniforms I had to wear when I went there. I guess nothing changes. Tell me if you know. Does she also wear white cotton panties or does she do like the girls did in my time and wear really sexy panties underneath in protest?"
"Well, she usually wears white or pale yellow nylon bikini panties as far as I've noticed. Why?"
My aunts eyes sparkled for a moment as if she were remembering some past experience.
"You must call her and invite her down as soon as we get back. I'm sure she misses you and you two can have the run of the house when I'm out."
"I don't know if her folks would agree to that. They are pretty conservative as far as I can tell. They don't even let me take her out on a week night."
"Maybe if I talk to her and her mom we can work it out. OK? It's worth a try."
Her hand was rubbing my thigh very suggestively and I wasn't about to argue with her. Anyway, if she could arrange to get Alicia to come down we could finally have sex without getting jammed in the back of my folks Buick.
"First though, since you've been such a delight I want to finish your lesson for today with a special course in 'How to Make Love to a Mature Woman'."
******
It was just after three when we pulled in and Aunt Carol told me I should make myself comfortable in the living room while she changed from her shopping attire. I turned on some tunes on the expensive sound system and occasionally checked my crotch which by now had a very large wet spot on it. I didn't want to run upstairs to change out of my soiled underpants so instead I took off my shorts and briefs, washed off a bit in the powder room sink, and slipped on my baggies without any briefs. It felt really free and wouldn't cramp my erection.
A half hour had passed since Aunt Carol had gone upstairs and I was beginning to wonder what she was up to when I heard her coming down the stairs. As she came into view my mouth instantly went dry and my penis stiffened against my thigh.
She was wearing a sheer black chiffon and satin peignoir robe which only served to veil her long, black chiffon and lace nightgown underneath. The nightgown was very low cut, the lacy cups of the bra barely covered where her nipples would begin. It was slit to her waist on both sides revealing her shapely legs clad in dark taupe nylon stockings affixed at their welts with garter straps.
The garters stretched from a narrow waist cincher corset that encircled her middle and pushed her pubic triangle and buttocks out making them more prominent. To complete the effect she wore black patent leather strap heels that firmed her ample calves as she walked across the carpet to the sofa where I was sitting.
"I hope you like what you see?", she cooed as she slinked down next to me bringing her mouth to mine and crushing me to her in a long pent up embrace that felt like liquid silk.
Her subtle cologne wafted in my nose as my hands slid lighter over the peaks of her breasts beneath the chiffon gown. I undid the front of the robe, threw it back and nearly tore the strap of the nightgown as I pulled it down off her shoulder.
"Boys like you are always in such a rush to get to the main event. Why don't you just take a breath and enjoy the whole ride?"
She lowered the left cup of her nightgown exposing her breast. She had very firm, smooth breasts up to her aereola which was dark rose and about three or four inches across with small knobs encircling her nipple.
I held it up to my mouth and began gently licking and teasing it with my tongue as she stroked the back of my head. It took a few moments until I heard her sigh in a long breath.
Her passion and arousal soon engulfed all her reason and restraint. She had undone my baggies and I lifted up to slide them off. When she saw I had remove my briefs and my penis was in plain view she chuckled in approval.
"I hope you don't plan on coming for a while. I wouldn't want to have you lose interest until we've both had our fun."
She touched my penis lightly with her slender, soft fingers, pulling the skin back and forth with deliberates and gently sliding over the base.
"I bet Alicia just starts stroking as hard as her little fingers can bear, doesn't she? Doesn't it feel better when I just caress it down here at first? Hmm...Chris?"
She slid down into my lap, her warm breath on my penis as she spoke.
"Now the tip. The tip is just sooo sensitive isn't it Chris?"
She took her slender index finger and drew it directly across the drooling slit in the tip. The irritation caused me to shudder and my penis to spasm in pleasure. I felt her warm wet lips kiss my knob before encircling it and tonguing the slit to remove the fluid. She avoided any stoking of my shaft, especially the underside which would have caused me to explode in an instant at this point.
She stood up and lowered the other nightgown strap letting it billow over her ankles before stepping out of it. Then, driven by her own wantonness and in need of quick satisfaction, she unhooked the garter belt and garters, rolled the sheer nylons to her ankle straps and nearly dragged me up the stairs to the large master bedroom.
"I wish I could keep up the game a bit longer,", she said in a husky, strained voice, dropping any further pretenses, "but I'm afraid if I don't get you inside me in the next instant I'll simply come without you. Come over here and fuck me."
She was laying on her back, her eyes glistening, with a pink flush on her chest and belly. She had her thighs wide apart and drawn up inviting me to penetrate her vagina, fringed by her dark blond pubic curls.
I slipped between her thighs, reaching underneath to caress the cheeks of her soft ass then bringing my cock in contact with the wetness of her inner labia. I looked directly into her eyes, as she did mine.
There was no shame or hesitation, only the kind of overpowering need that subsumed any sense of propriety. The fact that she was my mother's sister not to mention a married woman twenty years older and that this should never be happening meant nothing. I was about to penetrate her vagina and share the most intimate human embrace with my own aunt and no power on earth was going to stop us.
As my tip parted her lubricated labia and began to spread her open, she received me with a long moan of utter surrender. Her smooth folds drew me in ever higher until I was fully ensheathed, resting against her belly with the upper surface of my shaft rubbing unavoidably on her engorged clitoris.
There was only the slight squeaking of the bed accompanying her involuntary moans and cries and muffled gasps of pleasure as we rhythmically rocked back and forth in our carnal embrace. With her mouth next to my ear she whispered almost inaudibly,
"Mmmm, yesssss..right there...mmm...ahh,ahhh,Chris..I'm...I'm going to come."
A few more thrusts and I felt her buttocks stiffen and her thighs squeeze together. I opened my eyes to look into her face as her mouth gaped open. She emitted a deep, wrenching moan as if her whole body was tightening like a spring. My index finger reached down at the last moment and stroked the side of her throbbing clit in a rapid circular motion that sent her over the top in a spasm of pleasure. She came with a massive cry and shudder.
As her thighs continued to quiver under me, an involuntary expression of her deepest passion, all the teasing, all the games, all the feelings I experienced as she had exposed herself converged in one moment. The sensation went from the base of my balls to the soft tip at the end of my penis, now being massaged by her vaginal walls.
After a last futile effort to resist the inevitable, I exploded in an intense, convulsive orgasm. It was almost as if I were turning inside out. Spasm after spasm ejaculated what felt like a quart of semen into the inner envelope of her vagina.
After collapsing against her for a moment I realized I hadn't even lost my erection. Which was fine with her as I would soon find out.
******
"Mmm...that felt great for starters. You must have been holding back for some time. I could feel every spurt of your come against my cervix. Why don't you get a taste of your own come and I'll show you how much girls are just like boys."
I slid down over her belly drawing one of her large, erect nipples into my mouth and fondled the underside as she lay on her back. Then, I lifted one of her thighs and began slowly licking down the inside toward my ultimate destination.
Her inner lips glistened with a glaze of mixed outpourings. I held the lips apart with my fingers and bent down to lightly lick the length of her slit. It was musky and a bit salty and metallic. As I tongued the side of her clitoris she moved her hand along her thigh and began playing with her own lips, getting her fingers damp. Then she inserted two fingers up into her vagina, all the while whispering for me to lick her clit faster and faster. She began thrusting her hips up and down against her fingers, stroking from inside with greater and greater urgency.
After a moment of unexpected silence her breathing accelerated and her whole pelvis tightened. She lifted her buttocks up off the bed, arching up with her legs.
I backed off to watch her come. She withdrew both her fingers and began massaging just her clit. Her vagina opened to expose the inner membranes and I was hit with a series of wet spurts that came from just inside on my cheek and nose, running into my mouth. It was much thinner than her lubrication but had only a faint taste and definitely was not pee. Her vagina seemed to turn inside out, pumping a thin stream of my semen over the crack of her ass and onto the bed sheet.
"Has your sweetheart Alicia ever done anything like that? I told you women were more like men than you ever knew. With a little practice they can even squirt come like a man. Of course, I've been practicing for some time.", she breathed.
She drew me up to her face again and softly licked the remnants of her outpouring from my startled face.
"Now its time for you to do the same for me. I want to see and taste your come and don't you dare hold back a drop." Then she added, "One more little secret I should let you in on. Most women just love to watch a man come and fantasize about it quite a bit especially when they...arouse themselves. Watching a man's buttocks squeeze together as he reaches his orgasm and the jets of come shoot from his penis is a super turn on for any woman...if she's honest enough to admit it."
I straddled her chest with my penis inches from her lips and began to stroke the sensitive underside with my three fingers and thumb. Looking down at her open eyes and slightly parted mouth I began to feel my orgasm rise within me. At the last moment I groaned,
"Ohh yeah...its coming...coming...awwwhhhh."
I felt my balls convulse and a solid stream of semen shot forth onto her lips. She lurched up to catch the full stream in her mouth. The next several spurts went to the back of her throat and she swallowed every drop she could.
"You can't believe how I love to watch your face when you come, Chris. It's so vulnerable and honest."
She was already playing with my penis again, getting me hard in anticipation of satisfying her once more. She turned on her tummy, raising up on her knees and offering me a view between her thighs from behind.
I moved behind her and she reached back and guided me into her opening. In this position my penis was pushing directly down onto the front of her vagina against the upper wall. She suddenly moaned and shrieked as her orgasm swept over her. I felt the sudden surge of wetness inside that accompanied it which triggered my own gut wrenching orgasm. I was left drained and, blissfully limp, not surprising after three orgasms in less than an half-an- hour.
I must have fallen asleep for a while because when I opened my eyes it was completely dark except for the light that came in from the hallway. I was lying on my stomach, aware of the sensation of a hand gently caressing my nude buttocks.
"Did I wake you up?", Aunt Carol whispered in the quiet darkness, "I just wanted to stroke your buttocks for a bit. They're so hard like a man's but still smooth, almost like a woman's."
I could see she had put on a short nightie without any panties. She had one hand in her lap and was caressing herself as she massaged my backside. The light made the nightie transparent and I could see the contours of her breasts rise and fall beneath the sheer material with her breathing. She came almost silently, then crawled back under the top sheet. I drifted back into peaceful, dreamless sleep.
******
I had completely lost track of time. I awoke and glimpsed the clock on the nightstand with half-open eyes. It was just after 9:30 in the morning. I was nude and alone in the bed which was a mess to say the least.
I hadn't heard Aunt Carol get up and I wondered where she might be. I also realized I'd fallen asleep without eating dinner which accounted for the growling in my stomach. I splashed some water on my face and headed downstairs to get some breakfast.
As I came into the kitchen I found my aunt on the phone. She was talking to what sounded like one of her real estate clients about an appointment later that day. She was topless and wearing only a pair of black pantyhose with no panties underneath. Her pubic hair was pressed and matted under the thin black seam that ran from below her navel around and up the crack of her ass.
Her blond hair was rolled up in four or five very large curlers but she had already put on her makeup. I went over to her and slid one hand between her thighs rubbing her crotch to distraction and tickling her dark nipple with my other index finger. She tried to squirm away so as not to loose her train of thought, fighting back laughter as I fondled her crotch through the taught nylon. I reached down her front and probed her labia with a fast finger before she abruptly hung up.
"You horny bastard", she said pretending to be upset with me. "These are very important clients of mine and I've been working to sell this property for four months and you want me to blow it by..by coming on the phone."
She laughed at her hyperbole. "Anyway, I just bought these hose and if you run them with your fingernails I'll be super pissed."
Breaking into a smile, she stepped over to me, reached between my legs, took my semi-erect penis in her fingers, and squeezed it firmly at the base. She drew her mouth up to mine and gave me a very warm, wet kiss that left a smear of fresh lipstick on my mouth. I held her for a moment while she took a paper towel and wiped it off.
"I really wish I could enjoy the whole day with you but this is business and anyway I should be back no later than three or four this afternoon."
I sat down with a cup of coffee and put a frozen breakfast in the microwave. She sat down opposite me looking over with a rather wry grin.
"I was hoping I'd be here with you when Mrs. Grubmeyer and her cleaning ladies come in this morning but I guess you'll have to get through it yourself".
"Cleaning ladies? How many do you need? Any anyway, what do you mean get through it. I mean they're not going to jump me like you did, are they?", I asked laughing at my own absurd joke.
As I began to eat my sausage and eggs she told me a bizarre story.
"Mrs. Grubmeyer is a very nice older lady in her 50's and a friend for many years with a very "unique" cleaning service. She brings in usually two or three adult women each week who share a certain fantasy or fetish that I don't think you, as a male, would fully understand. She hires women who enjoy and are very excited by doing cleaning chores and housework in a stranger's home while...while undressed..actually quite nude...except of course for their shoes or rubber gloves and such."
I swallowed the coffee that had been propelled up my nasal cavity at her revelation and remarked, "You're kidding?"
"You might be surprised at what many women find erotic. Lots of women like to spice up boring housework by cleaning or vacuuming in the nude, some while their lover watches. These ladies just like doing it in strange places and getting paid something for it as well. I've already told Mrs. Grubmeyer you'd be here and she was delighted. I makes it even more exciting for her helpers to know they are being watched as long as you follow the rules and don't...lose control. I want you to save yourself for me when I get back so no touching..not them and not...yourself. OK? You can talk to them if you wish but they probably prefer you just act invisible. If this is too silly for you, you can just go out until they're done and I get back but...they'll be disappointed."
I imagined it might be kind of exciting to sit and watch a house full of young, horny lovelies prance about nude for me while dusting and washing, kind of like a French maid fantasy or something.
"OK, I'll stick around I guess. I've got to get cleaned up myself first though and I wanted to do some laps in the pool to get ready for swim team. When are they coming?"
"In about and hour so we both better get a move on. Oh...and thanks again for being so mature. You'll have fun...but remember the rules."
She gave me another kiss and I followed her up the stairs as she finished getting dressed. She unrolled and brushed out her shoulder length hair then took a light gray tweed skirt and jacket out of her closet and laid it on the bed. She slipped on a lacy white bra commenting that ordinarily she wouldn't bother with a bra but she wanted to keep things businesslike.
She stepped into the skirt and pulled it up zipping it in back. It was a bit short and tight but really showed off her legs after stepping into her black high heels. I helped her with her expensive gold link necklace while she inserted in her gold hoop earrings.
She slipped on a very light silk blouse that buttoned just below the top of her bra letting the tiniest bit of lace show. Finally, she tucked in her blouse, put on the jacket, smoothed her skirt in the mirror one last time, and blew me a kiss as she disappeared down the stairs. I heard her car leave as I turned on the shower and stepped in. I left it on the cold side to try to bring me back to reality.
******
The chilly shower and breakfast had gotten me back up to speed. I even took a minute to shave the stubble of hair that had been emerging on my shins and calves. I had never developed a lot a body hair which was great with me since I tried to keep as smooth as possible for swimming. After toweling off I put on a pair of flip-flops and went out by the pool in the nude to catch some sun.
About ten minutes later, I could hear a car, probably a station wagon or van, pull up in the driveway and the sound of several women talking as they got out. Well, if they were ready for me I guess I was ready for them.
The first woman must have been Mrs. Grubmeyer. She was slightly grayed and barely five feet tall wearing a green uniform dress and very sensible heeled black pumps with tan stockings. She spotted me as I came in and greeted me with a wide grin and slight German accent.
"Well, you are Christopher, yes?" as she took my hand. "We are the ladies who will be cleaning for you. And your aunt, she has told you...all of what we...you understand?"
"Sure. I'm just part of the furniture so you ladies just do your thing and don't mind....me....ah..."
I was looking past Mrs. G. at the two other women who were now coming through the door. One was an older white woman in her 40's or 50's with a very nice, slim figure and dressed in a simple blouse and black slacks. Her name I learned was Maxine and she would be cleaning upstairs. She looked only at my crotch as she came in avoiding my gaze for the moment. The other woman was black and in her early 30's I guessed although it was hard to tell since she was quite overweight. She wore a black dress with a white collar which was too short for her heavy legs especially with the rather spiky high heels she wore on her ample feet. The front was buttoned rather low exposing her massive cleavage supported by a substantial black lace bra from below. Her name was Tanya and she would clean the downstairs, the bathrooms, and do the washing. She carried a large shopping bag with her and smiled broadly as she looked me directly in the eyes, walked past and trundled to the large utility area next to the kitchen to "change".
There was almost no conversation between them except Mrs. G. who was explaining what needed to be done. She unbuttoned her dress and pulled it over her head hanging it on a coat hanger on the wall hook. She was wearing a white bra with control top pantyhose and white nylon briefs underneath. Without the slightest self-consciousness she unhooked the bra and removed it letting her breasts drop free.
She had large aureoles and wrinkled nipples that seemed to firm up as she exposed them to view. Next, she stepped out of her shoes and in one motion slid her pantyhose and briefs over her hips and down her legs. Her pubic hair was thin and trimmed in a small triangle below the sensuous paunch of her mature belly. Her thighs were fleshy and not sinuous as were her calves and her buttocks jiggled some as she stepped back into her high heels.
She took a breath and from the flush on her face and chest I could tell that she was genuinely aroused by the perversity of what she was doing.
"Well, first to work and then maybe we play, ya?" she grinned as she slid right past me barely missing my rising cock.
Maxine had just removed her things as well and seemed the most nervous. She had on a large diamond wedding set so I knew she was married and probably a grandmother. I tried read her face to get a sense of why she was doing this but she seemed a bit shy. I was not about to stop her from parading about nude before me though.
Her breasts, although sagging a bit, still had a nice round shape and her nipples were small and dusty pink. Her buttocks and thighs were a bit on the thin side. She had worn nylon thigh tops under her slacks and I thought her legs looked better with them on but she wanted to be totally nude.
When she turned and faced me I saw that she was completely shaved which seemed even more perverse for a woman of her years. I couldn't see her doing it to wear a bikini at the beach so it must have been for the shear sensation of it. I had a lot to learn about the inner fantasies of middle-aged women.
Then she did something that caused me to blush and my cock to twitch. She looked up directly into my eyes and with one hand reached down between her legs and began rubbing herself as if to taunt me and test her own will at the same time. Only when she heard a chuckle from Tanya did she end her tease and proceed upstairs to begin her cleaning.
Tanya waited until the other ladies had undressed in front of me to make sure she had my full attention. She was going to strip for me and despite her weight she had the mind of centerfold.
She grabbed her skirt in her hands and lifted it to her waist exposing the dark nylons and garters she wore underneath. The welts cut into her fleshy thighs as they were pulled taught by her garters. Carefully she slid off each stocking before pulling the dress over her head.
She wore a black one piece foundation underneath that constrained her massive bosom, belly, and buttocks. It had a zipper in back which she lowered to the crack of her ass then dropped her top. Her black breasts flopped out and merged with the top of her protruding belly. Each was capped by a huge, velvety aereola and nipple as deep black as ebony and fully erect jutting out a full two inches.
She took a deep breath and pushed the foundation over her belly and hips wiggling it down her massive thighs and dropping it to her ankles. Underneath she had on a pair of black mesh panties that were almost transparent. She tucked her fingers under the waistband and sentiously peeled the final veil from her body.
My mouth grew dry as I gazed at her mottled, voluptuous ass that curved up and out like a dark brown pillow with a deep crack splitting it in the middle. I took all my willpower to resist biting her gorgeous expanse of woman flesh and burying my face between her warm cheeks but rules were rules.
Her belly was almost as sensuous occluding all but the lowest portion of her dark pubic hair at the apex of her broad thighs. This was a big, beautiful woman who was clearly turned on by her ample body and not at all reluctant to reveal it to her young admirer.
Rather than just step into her high heels she sat down on the metal folding chair next to the washer. The cool metal must have surprised her as she pressed her bare backside against it because I noticed her quiver a bit as she sat. With firm deliberation she put one leg up on the washer leaving the other one on the ground and spreading her thighs as wide as her pelvis could go.
My gaze moved from her cherub face to the dark fringe of her thick black pubic curls and then to the deep black outer lips of her pussy. They provided a dark frame for the crimson and pink inner membranes of her womanhood that she now so shamelessly modeled for me. She was glistening wet and my erection signaled my approval more than words could ever do.
She brought her one leg across the other and slid the tight high heel over one foot then repeated the process with the other foot making a special effort to open her legs wide each time. In slow motion she stood up and sauntered past me to her duties in the kitchen.
I stayed only long enough to examine the chair and admire the large wet smear she had deposited on it. It begged to be tasted but I knew I was losing control fast. Still, I had promised Aunt Carol to save myself for her. I resolved to just let the ladies have their fun and enjoy the ride. Anyway, what more could they do while still cleaning this big house in less than four hours?
******
At first the three of them seemed rather intent on cleaning up. Maxine changed all the beds, dusted, and vacuumed upstairs. She was especially interested in the state of the sheets in the master bedroom which were pretty soiled and damp from my aunt's lovemaking the night before.
After stripping the bed she lay back for a moment against the headboard and held the damp sheet to her face sniffing my aunt's distinctive mixture of woman scent and expensive cologne. My come just smelled like ..well come, I guess.
Whatever it smelled like, it sure turned on Maxine because she began masturbating herself in plain sight of me, inhaling a long breath as she began. She took only a few minutes to climax, not wanting to fall behind her schedule and eventually reached a rather vocal orgasm consisting of a series of sobbing, guttural cries that left her panting on the bed. After a brief rest she proceeded to make up the master bed with some clean sheets.
Downstairs Mrs. G was vacuuming but in a rather unusual position. She had released the vacuum's handle allowing it to lie flat with the motor section. Then lifting it up a bit and getting on all fours she managed to insert the unusual phallic-like handle into her lubricated vagina from behind, pushing the vacuum back and forth while thrusting against it.
The buzz of the powerful motor acted like a massager and she thrust and moaned, beyond noticing who might be watching her. As she came she gasped some German words and then,
"Ooooh...ya..it comes..IT COMES..YAAAAAAH".
An instant later the handle was violently expelled while several jets of clear fluid shot from inside her pussy and splashed down on a dishtowel she had placed on the carpet between her knees under her tummy. After catching her breath she stood up and stretched her thighs apart wiping her thighs and labia with the towel.
"Good to have a towel when I come like that. It's so hard to get those stains out once they dry in a carpet, you know.", she remarked, grinning.
Her chest was flushed in a deep pink that extended over the tops of her breasts and down over her protruding belly. I wasn't sure how the ladies felt but I knew it was time for me to take a breather.
I walked out through the kitchen where I found Tanya at the sink washing the breakfast dishes. She was facing away giving me another fine view of her broad, coffee colored ass cheeks and mottled thighs.
Except for her black high heels all she was wearing was a pair of yellow rubber gloves and her dangling earrings. Despite her weight I could tell from her makeup and hair that she believed she was a hot babe and kept herself as fresh and clean as a young girl. I grabbed a soda from the fridge and walked back out by the pool.
After about forty-five minutes of laps I was refreshed and relaxed. The cool water and exercise had shrunk my perpetual hard-on for the moment and I was beginning to get used to this little arrangement. After all, the women were doing a very routine job and were just trying to just spice up their lives a little with this exhibitionist fantasy stuff. If I could add to their fun then great. I really wasn't all that absurd.
Coming back into the kitchen I noticed the place was spotless and Tanya had done a great job, even cleaning the tile floor. From down the hall I could hear the roll and rumble of the washer and dryer as Tanya finished a load of laundry. Then I heard a higher pitched sound...a slight, breathy cry followed by a deeper, intense moan. I followed the sound to the utility room where the laundry was being done. As I looked in my penis throbbed upward.
Tanya was sitting on the metal folding chair. Her legs were apart and resting on a low bench with the narrow toes of her black pumps pointing upward. She wore one yellow rubber glove on just her right hand which was buried between her thighs, two fingers vigorously probing inside her gaping, crimson gash.
In her other hand she was holding a large, wooden, spring-type clothespin. On each of her massive breasts were three similar clothespins, two clamped on either side of, and one directly pinching her turgid, black nipples. Between her legs I saw four more clothespins clamped to her labia in several places, pulling down the pink inner lobes.
She brought the clothespin she held open down to her belly, then feeling with her fingers, since her breasts and paunch blocked any view, she positioned the jaws directly over her throbbing clitoris. Carefully, but without hesitation she released the spring until the wooden pin fully clasped her most sensitive seat of female pleasure in its pincer's grip. If she felt real pain she must also have felt deep pleasure from the tender moans and sobs she uttered once she got used to the last clothespin on her clit.
As she teased her clit from beneath and neared her orgasm her chest heaved and her massive thunder thighs quivered, squeezing together involuntarily. But when the final moment overtook her and her mouth fell open and she let go with a series of deep, contralto,
"Oh...Oh...OHHHs."
that echoed in the uncarpetted room above the sounds of the machines.
What most aroused me was the expression on her cherubic face and the twin streams of tears that poured down shamelessly from her eyes wetting her round, cocoa cheeks. More than anything I wanted to kiss those tears of pleasure...even more than I wanted to come all over her massive, tortured nipples.
"You know, if you all keep drippin' on my floor like that I'm gonna have to clean it a over again", Tanya spoke to me in hoarse but friendly admonishment, wiping the tears from her cheeks with her free hand.
My penis was so hard, and I'd been concentrating and sharing the sensation of her orgasm so intensely, that a thin stream of fluid had streamed down from the tip in a glistening thread that splashed into a tiny puddle between my bare feet. This time I really had to get out... or go totally nuts with lust.
******
I dressed quickly into a clean pair of briefs, jeans, and a T-shirt. I had been here three days and I'd only used one pair of briefs which were, however, well used. I drove to a small strip mall and got some lunch and tried to reconcile the images of this morning with my own sense of...normalcy.
Since arriving at Aunt Carol's place I had been in a continuous state of sexual frenzy unlike anything I had ever felt. When Alicia and I made love for the first time in the back seat we were more scared than horny.
I had picked her up after school and we'd parked out near the forest preserve which was usually pretty private. Still, she didn't want to undress in case someone might see us so she lifted up her plaid school skirt to her waist and I pulled the crotch of her white cotton bikini panties to one side. I wanted to lick her down there but she was reluctant so I took out my penis and let her put a condom on me the way she had learned in health class.
As I penetrated her for the first time I realized she was not a virgin but I tried not to think of the other guy's she'd been with and soon we were both lost in rapturous love making. We came almost together and dressed quickly after a few tender kisses.
I had never felt an orgasm as intense as the one I'd had with Aunt Carol but there was something about my orgasm with Alicia that was better. It was a feeling of...giving.
When I got back to the house about an hour later Mrs. G., Maxine, and Tanya had all left. My aunt was not back from her sales appointment yet and it was close to four o'clock.
"Alicia. It's Chris", I said as I held the cell phone in one hand while unzipping my jeans with the other.
"Hi. Did you get in all right? I can't believe I miss you already and its only been four days."
She sounded happy and relieved to get my call and her soft voice made me want her here even more. I told her about my aunt's house and my room and then we fell into lover's talk. Eventually, I got to the point.
"Aunt Carol thought it would be great if you could fly down and stay here along with us maybe over break. Would your folks go along?"
"Oh sure. Like my mom is going to just let me go stay with my boyfriend at some stranger's house and not know what we're going to be doing. I don't think I could even ask her, I'd be so embarrassed."
"Well, my aunt said she'd call and talk to your mom and maybe she could convince her. Is it ok if Aunt Carol calls?"
Alicia was still skeptical but was willing to risk almost anything for the chance to be together and alone in my aunt and uncle's big house. She said my aunt could call but later when her mom got home from work. After a prolonged goodbye we hung up.
After undressing beside the pool, I found an air mattress and stretched out in the water while I waited for Aunt Carol to return. The Mercedes pulled in about ten minutes later and she stepped out onto the patio looking like she had just won the lottery.
"Guess who just closed the biggest property in the county? Me, that's who! So why don't you paddle your bare ass over here and give me the big kiss I deserve. I'm worth it."
She was high as a kite over her deal and I congratulated her on a nice five figure commission. Then she asked how the cleaning ladies had worked out. I made the mistake of commenting on how bizarre the whole thing was and how these women seemed rather wacky.
"Hold it!...who are you to call any of my friends wacky. Just because they don't have bodies like twenty-something centerfold bimbos and maybe seem like they should be baking cookies instead of pursuing their fantasies... You can't imagine how exciting this is for them...to step out of their dull world into a place where all the taboos are forgotten. If you don't like the service here, Chris, you can pack up anytime."
I had genuinely offended her and realized the truth in her rebuke.
"Don't get crazy. Geez, I think it was the fact that it turned me on so much that kind of...shocked me. I wouldn't have thought...Anyway, I did manage to keep my end of the bargain. No touching all day. I definitely need some touching right now though."
"Well, let me get out of these things and I'll join you in a sec", she said smiling from the end of the pool.
"Why don't you just come in like that. With the check you're getting you could buy a shoe store and still have enough left for a new dress."
My playful suggestion triggered something in her perverse nature. With deliberation she walked to the pool steps at the shallow end and began descending into the water still wearing her black high heels, grey business skirt and jacket, silk blouse, and those smoky, black pantyhose that had taunted me at breakfast.
The water soaked the skirt to a dark, almost transparent blue. She continued walking in over her waist soaking her blouse and jacket as well. I jumped off the mattress and swam underwater to her, admiring her legs which were exposed by her floating skirt.
I lifted her up on the side of the pool still dripping and pushed up the clinging, wet skirt to expose her pantyhose underneath.
The cotton crotch was dripping wet as I brought my mouth against it and began pushing my tongue into her clit through the material. She was frantically ripping off her jacket and blouse but only had time to pull her lacy bra up over her breasts. I caressed her nipples long enough to get them erect then moved to my real objective.
The water must have weakened the crotch because I soon had poked a small hole in it just large enough to get my tongue through. The effect of my wet tongue on her bare clit after being stimulated though the nylon pantyhose was electric. She came with a deep moan, unconcerned who might hear her beyond the walled yard. With one pull I ripped the crotch of the pantyhose completely in two then glided my penis up into her wet vagina.
With her legs wrapped over my back we thrust together, the only sounds being our murmurs and sighs and the wet slapping of our loins. I came inside her in another long, pulsing, gut draining orgasm that flooded her with warm semen.
As I rested inside, I agitated the side of her clit and felt her shudder again in a climax that ejaculated her juices onto the tile beneath her buttocks.
We got up off the rather hard ground and resumed our lovemaking on the padded lounger beside the patio table. This time I was underneath with Aunt Carol straddling my hips as she impaled herself on my renewed erection. She was now in control, looking down and uttering her cries and moans while massaging my penis with the folds of her very wet vagina.
I felt my second orgasm rising...the warm wetness inside and her words of love urging me on...closer...closer...BEEEEEEEP...BEEEEEEEP.
It was the cell phone on the patio table. I tried to ignore it but Aunt Carol, without even losing a stroke, picked it up.
"Oh, Hi darling!".
She covered the phone and whispered, "It's Uncle Jerry."
I felt my erection immediately shrivel in panic at the idea of Aunt Carol casually talking to Uncle Jerry with my penis buried in her. He had just landed at the airport and was going to be home for dinner in about forty minutes, a day early due to a canceled appointment.
"Chris? Oh, he's fine. He's right here. You want to talk to him?"
She handed me the phone almost bursting with laughter as I motioned her not to make me talk to him like this.
"Hi Uncle Jer. So, you're back early, huh?"
He was asking how I was enjoying myself and how sorry he was to have left on his trip so soon after my arrival. I wasn't about to tell him that his nephew had spent much of the last three days fucking his wife who was presently totally nude on top of him and giggling.
As I stammered out my end of the conversation I kept one eye on Aunt Carol who had gotten off of my flagging member in disappointment and was proceeding to taunt me by fingering herself at the foot of the lounger.
"Well, sure we can all go out to dinner tomorrow if you want. That's fine. Ok. I'll see you when you get here."
As I looked up Aunt Carol placed her hands on her upper thighs, bent slightly at the knees, and, looking directly back at me, began to pee into the drain on the deck. It was a full, thick yellow torrent that gushed out of her and splashed onto the ground between her feet running into the drain.
As I hung up she uttered a long "Ahhhhhhhh" of both satisfaction and contempt, then stuck out her tongue at me and laughed at my totally flushed expression of amazement.
******
That night when Uncle Jerry returned it was awkward to say the least. Both Aunt Carol and I had dressed of course but I was sure somehow he knew what was going on. We were all very pleasant and normal but every time I looked at Aunt Carol I felt a twinge of shame and guilt that I knew must be reflecting in my face. At least for now, though, Uncle Jerry was just his unassuming self.
The following morning I went down to breakfast about nine and Uncle Jerry was already there sipping coffee and reading the paper. I had put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and was planning to go out later.
About then Aunt Carol came downstairs and I couldn't believe my eyes. She had on a white satin negligee cut very low with a plunging lace neckline and two slits that went from her ankles to her waist. Underneath she had on only a pair of thong panties which were visible from the side when she bent or stooped. Uncle Jerry barely looked up.
I felt my erection swelling inside my shorts. As she glided about the kitchen behind his view she continued to tease me, pulling the front of her negligee to one side and flashing me the panties underneath. I knew I must be blushing but I tried to act casual as we chatted.
"Did you call your girlfriend Alicia, Chris? What did she say?", Aunt Carol queried.
I explained how unlikely it was that her mom would ever agree to letting her stay over with me. She then said that maybe she could talk to her mom and convince her it was ok. I got her the number and she went upstairs to call. I asked to listen in but she just smiled at me and said she needed to talk to Alicia's mom woman-to-woman for now. I wasn't sure what she had in mind but decided to let her at least try and went out for a walk.
When I came back about forty-five minutes later Aunt Carol was still on the phone as I passed the closed door of the master bedroom. She was talking softly and in a voice that sounded almost suggestive but I couldn't make out what she was saying. I heard her hang up and accidentally leaned on the door, opening it far enough to see my aunt standing nude at the foot of the bed. She was slipping the satin negligee OVER her head, obviously putting it back it on. I went back to my room and a few moments later she came in with a Cheshire cat smile.
"Alicia should be able to visit us for about two weeks. Her mom is going to see when she can get her on a flight, maybe this Saturday. Isn't it exciting?"
"How?...what did you say to convince her. She must understand what...I mean..."
"Now, Chris. I can't tell you every thing I know, can I?"
Uncle Jerry was downstairs watching a game on TV so I took a chance. I put my arms around her waist cupping her bare buttocks through the satin and gave her a very grateful, lingering kiss.
"You know", she breathed, "I'm really a little jealous of Alicia. I wonder what she would think if she knew just how close we had become since your arriving, Chris?"
"She'd never understand. I'm not even sure I understand. I know I've never felt so intensely sexual with anyone as I have being with you. Its been like a different world, somewhere I never knew existed. It would be so fantastic if somehow Alicia could be a part of it. Am I making sense?"
"Mmmm. Sounds like you've never heard the ancient Chinese proverb. Be careful what you wish for, darling, you might just get it".
******
Uncle Jerry, Aunt Carol, and I went out to dinner that night and stopped at a dance club for drinks afterward. She was dressed in a short, black dress with sheer stockings and patent leather high heels with a small strap across the instep. Uncle Jerry was not really into dancing so Aunt Carol and I spent most of the time on the dance floor while he watched us, sipping his margaritas.
She was grinding up against my crotch at one point in plain sight and it suddenly struck me. It was so obvious. Uncle Jerry not only knew everything, he was probably setting it up. He was turned on by being a complete cuckold. I felt something click...just let go in my head at that moment. I decided to test my theory. I'd either blow his mind or he'd probably blow my head off.
It was late when we got back but I couldn't sleep. I waited until I thought my aunt and uncle had fallen asleep then I got up, my heart pounding, and slid off my briefs freeing my penis.
Tiptoeing down the hall I pushed open the door to the master bedroom letting in a sliver of light. My aunt was sleeping closest to the door while Uncle Jerry was to her left on the bed.
I crawled over beside the bed and slowly eased back the top sheet covering my aunt. To my delight she was wearing only the top of a "baby doll" nightie that only came to her waist leaving her bare buttocks exposed. I leaned across and brought my face next to the soft fringe of her pussy that peeked between her thighs from behind.
Softly, I began to lick her salty, moist inner lips probing slightly into her hole with my tongue. She stirred, realized what I was planning to do in an instant, and opened her legs to invite me in. I could hear her breathing accelerate as I aroused her clitoris and felt her lips open and grow wet in anticipation.
She might have expected me to just get her off with my mouth but that would not have tested my theory. Standing up, I lifted her top knee with my hand opening her thighs and vagina as she rolled over, fully awake.
In barely a whisper she said,
"Darling, please be ever so quiet. You mustn't wake your uncle."
I didn't tell her that I had already heard Uncle Jerry wake up from the change in the sound of his breathing. He was just pretending he was asleep. I slid onto the bed between her thighs, my erection just outside her vagina. In a slow deliberate thrust I entered her. She moaned loud enough to startle me in the quiet bedroom.
As we melted together and began to make love in earnest Aunt Carol dropped all pretense and gave way to her moans and cries leading in moments to a full throated,
"Ohhh...mmmmm...I'm co...coming....OHHHHH."
I was afraid she'd wake the neighbors let alone Uncle Jerry lying beside her. He rolled over and propped himself up on his elbow looking over at his wife and nephew having intercourse next to him in bed.
"Well, I guess you figured out our little game, eh Chris? How does it feel to be fucking your own aunt in front of your old Uncle Jer?"
I was looking directly at him and pumping furiously at the same time so my face would answer his question as I came inside her. As I inserted my tongue down Aunt Carol's throat in a passionate kiss, I stimulated her clitoris with my fingers and she arched up quickly in another heaving orgasm.
We were drenched in sweat and thoroughly spent as we lay together for several more moments. Uncle Jerry silently watched us. With all pretense forgotten between the three of us, it was time to bring in the next student, my innocent 19 year old girlfriend of less than a year, Alicia.
******
Traffic was light on the freeway as I drove to the airport to meet Alicia's flight. I'd taken the Mercedes partly to impress her and partly because it was free. Aunt Carol and Uncle Jerry had gone off to visit friends in Tahoe for several days.
I had been talking almost continuously to Aunt Carol and Uncle Jerry since our soiree about how things had gotten so weird and why. First, I learned that Uncle Jerry's business was primarily in the sale and distribution of the hardest of the hardcore porno. Mostly videos and magazines and especially amateur tapes that other couples made and sold. He was doing very well and I asked how he had gotten into that. That's when Aunt Carol told me his incredible story.
As I sat stunned she explained that the balding and paunched Uncle Jerry I knew had been a very successful porn star in the late 70's and early 80's. He'd made hundreds of "loops" which were short 8mm films and dozens of feature 16mm and 35mm stuff. All this time he had probably fucked on camera over a thousand different women and girls, alone, in groups, and any way imaginable.
Somewhere along the line he burned out on fucking for its own sake. He found that it took more and more excitement and danger for him to get turned on. That's when he met Aunt Carol probably one of the few women on the planet who could match his sexual creativity and tolerate his psychological game playing.
They had sex together infrequently according to Aunt Carol almost from the beginning. What he craved, and got plenty of, was hearing her tell of her infidelities and her exhibitionist adventures.
Eventually, he rigged up their bedroom with hidden video cameras so he could spy on her when she brought her lovers home to her marriage bed. He had even been spying on us the night Aunt Carol and I fulfilled one of his deepest fantasies, watching incestuous sex.
"Some day", Aunt Carol said to me as she noticed my white face, "maybe he'll let us see the tape he made of us. That would be a hoot, wouldn't it Chris?"
I parked in the short-term area and went in to the terminal to find Alicia and help her with her bags. As I turned inside the door I immediately picked her out standing outside the baggage carousel area. I'd almost forgotten how sweetly beautiful she was.
She was a tall, leggy 19 year old, blond with hair falling down her back almost to her waist. She looked over at me and melted in a smile that needed no words to explain. As she breathlessly threw herself around my neck, her faint perfume and floral shampoo scent bringing back all the fond memories of our moments in the back of the Buick.
She wore only the traces of eyeliner and a pale lip gloss that she proceeded to get all over me with a shower of wet, lingering "hello" kisses. She was dressed in a white sweater top and a black skirt with no stockings except her socks and athletic shoes. We were carrying on like we'd been apart for two years rather than just a few days.
Her bags finally came down and she handed me four claim checks.
"Alicia, how long did you plan to stay. I thought it was just two weeks. I only brought three bags with me and I'm staying here a year. What did you bring that takes four suitcases?"
"I was only going to bring one bag with me but it was my mom. First, she agrees to let me come down here which was totally weird, and then when I'm packing she's telling me like to take all these dresses and shoes and even stockings...I mean pantyhose. It was freaky.
She even insisted that I pack my school uniform and my cheerleader outfit. Maybe she was practicing for when I go to college myself next year, I don't know. Anyway, I took them but I don't know when I'll have time to wear it. Especially if we're alone as much as I hope...", she smiled dreamily at me and made her point.
"I thought you'd like to do some skating at the beach before we head home. My aunt and uncle will be gone for two days so there's no rush. Did you bring your suit?"
"It's in my small bag. But won't we have to stop home for me to put it on?"
"No. Come on I'll show you where you can change".
I put her bags on a cart and got them to the Mercedes. Despite having four bags I was able to get three of them in the trunk and handed the small one to Alicia.
"You can change right here in the back seat while I drive. Notice the tinted windows..."
"You're sure nobody can see in, Chris?"
"Look for yourself. My aunt ordered the darkest legal tint, and believe me she needs it."
Alicia looked puzzled but I didn't try to explain.
As I drove I tried to adjust the rear view mirror to watch Alicia put on her suit but I could only get a glimpse without killing us both in a wreck. She pulled the sweater over her head and unzipped her skirt. She had on a white bra and bikini panties. She looked up at me in the mirror and smiled just as she unclasped her bra and exposed her young firm breasts to the cool air in the car. Her nipples were erect telling me she was already enjoying her new freedom. She lifted up and peeled down her panties over the socks and shoes.
I only had a painfully brief peek at her soft, pale blond pubic triangle as she shifted in the seat looking in the bag for her suit. She pulled it on over her legs and buttocks then slipped her arms in the stretch material. It was a really tight one piece suit with very high cut legs but a tiny plunge neckline. Her breasts deserved better but she probably would have been self-conscious all day knowing how modest she usually was.
We rented inlines and spent the next two hours skating and necking. We stopped at a sidewalk shop and got "smoothies" and some cookies to take home. With the sun going down over the ocean and the soft breeze in Alicia's hair it was a perfect romantic start to her stay. She looked especially tall and leggy on the skates and I noticed every guy did a double take when she whisked by, her soft scent trailing a moment later behind her. We pulled into the house and I took her bags in while she surveyed our romantic "villa".
"Oh Chris, would you believe it! A big fireplace and a pool with a spa and big jacuzzi bathtubs. Your aunt's house is just too rad!"
She had changed back from her suit into her culottes and sweater in the car. We collapsed onto the couch and started necking and fondling each other's body in long delayed passion. I massaged her vagina through her panties while she pulled out my penis and was slowly stroked it with her soft fingers. She wore pale pink nail polish on her fingers and toes that looked like small pink candies.
In mid kiss she breathlessly asked if I had remembered to bring a condom with me. I hadn't really found them than necessary since arriving here and fucking my aunt for two weeks but I didn't want to get Alicia pregnant like some of her friends.
"Maybe my uncle has one in a drawer upstairs", I said keeping my erection as best I could while Alicia followed me upstairs.
I couldn't remember which dresser was his and I opened one of the large drawers. I was filled with some of the most beautiful silk and lace lingerie ever made. Panties, garter belts, corsets, all very expensive and sensual. Alicia's eyes widened at the treasure we'd found and she held up a garter belt.
"It must have been kind of wild to wear these things. I bet my mom wore undies like this. They're so...trashy...but pretty."
The drawer above it held even more interest for her. It contained several garments all made out of...rubber. There were underpants, bras, stockings that were like thin boots, and a short, rubber mini-skirt. Alicia took it out and said nothing as if she'd seen something from another world. Meanwhile, I was still hunting for the damned condoms and getting nowhere fast.
Just then I heard Alicia say, "Chris, what is this?..."
She had opened the nightstand drawer. In her hand was a large, black rubber dildo made as realistically as I'd ever seen. It had straps for holding around a woman's waist and between her legs. I didn't have to answer Alicia's question. As she passed her hands over the surface she was clearly imagining just what it might be used for.
"You know...your aunt and uncle...they're sort of... kinky, don't you think? Is this...supposed to...you know...go inside? I mean...all of it?"
In desperation I tried the bathroom cabinets but all I managed to do was dump about twenty tampons out of their box and onto the floor.
"Alicia, I'm real sorry babe but I don't...think...there's any..."
She was standing beside the bed wearing the tight red rubber mini-skirt and her shoes and socks. She'd taken off her sweater and bra and was using her arms to just hide her breasts from me. The outline of the crack of her buttocks and the tight mound of her pussy were plainly visible underneath. As my penis sprang to attention Alicia sat on the bed with her legs falling open involuntarily despite the tight skirt, inviting me to taste her budding womanhood.
"You better promise not to come inside. It's just I can't wait any longer I want you so much."
I pulled off her shoes and socks held her foot to my face, tasting each toe between my lips. My tongue gently followed the contour of her calf, behind her knee then lapped upwards over the smooth whiteness of her inner thigh. She held the hem of the rubber skirt over her hips as I spread her labia with two fingers and saw for the first moment the degree of wetness a healthy 19 year old girl can produce when she's as aroused as she's ever been in her young life.
I wet one finger in the juices that were pooling at her opening. Her lips were pouting out just a bit in a deep pink display of female arousal. Taking my wet finger I made small, light circles around the pucker of her anus, teasing her into a lovely, sweet moan. It was a very light pink and glistening from the juices that had spilled out of her pussy and run down her crack.
I brought my lips within an inch and blew lightly on her anus while spreading her vagina open with my fingers above. The slight stretching against her clitoris and the cool sensation on her anus made her vaginal sphincter clench a moment then release a tiny drool of lubricant onto my nose. I licked her outpouring from the base of her vagina, between her pouting labia, and then lightly over the hood of her clitoris.
She was in raptures of pleasure and kept "oooing" and "ahhhing" with each tender, teasing stroke of my tongue. Before I could start lapping her engorged clitoris she lifted my head from between her legs.
"Chris...mmmmm...The...the first time I want to come with...with you inside me like normal...please?"
I slid up on the bed as she arched up her thighs to receive my body on top of hers. I tasted each of her nipples as my hand guided the tip of my penis just outside her opening. I slipped only the warm head inside her.
"Alicia...you want it all...all in. Tell me you want my penis...all the way in...tell me".
"Yesssss...oh god, yessss...inside...come on now Chris...FUCK me...FUCK me".
My penis glided up on a wave of wetness until I thought I was going to come out her navel from inside. The sensation of her warm, wet vagina squeezing my penis inside her with each thrust was unforgettable. As our bodies entwined in the most intimate of embraces and our sweat mingled with the scent of her perfume and the faint marine scent of her wetness, I felt as if we had melted together and become one being.
"OHHHH GOD...OOOOOO", she arched up in a rising falsetto that shook me by its ferocity as she came.
I barely managed to withdraw my glistening penis when I felt my balls convulse and I shot a long strand of white, wet semen out onto her heaving, sweaty belly.
After coming down a bit and exchanging soft murmurs and deep kisses I glanced over at her right hand. During our lovemaking her left hand had been around my neck but her right hand...her right hand...had been resting on the black dildo on the bed beside her. Maybe it was just a coincidence.
******
We made love several more times stopping only to have some dinner in the nude. We made love in the kitchen, and in front of the fireplace on the carpet, even in the big jacuzzi tub in the master bathroom. I was finally drained and Alicia's thighs were sore from clenching. We fell asleep on top of each other in the middle of the huge sunken living room.
By the next morning we had recovered enough to make love twice more, once on the kitchen counter, and then again under the warm sun by the pool. We gave it a rest that evening, going instead to a movie and a dance club afterwards.
It was the most romantic and free experience I'd known to that point. To be with my beautiful, delicious, sexy, horny, Alicia and feel her loving presence was truly how young love was meant to be. As we drove back to the house with the CD playing a slow ballad I noticed rain was beginning to fall on the windshield and I knew a storm was coming.
Aunt Carol and Uncle Jerry were due back by the late afternoon from their trip. We had cleaned up the house a bit to get ready. I hadn't yet told Alicia about cleaning day, that would have to wait till Wednesday.
She wanted to make a good impression so she had done up her hair in a pony tail and had put on a blue print dress that was short enough to be a shirt. She was bare legged except for her sandals and had put on the gold loop earrings I'd bought for her at the beach shop. I decided at least for tonight I wasn't going to greet my aunt and uncle in the nude although, of course, they wouldn't have minded. I also hadn't yet figured out how I was going to explain my "family's values" to my girlfriend without totally freaking her out. My concerns were naive as it turned out.
"Hi!", Aunt Carol beamed as she came in ahead of Uncle Jerry. "So, are these the lovebirds? I hope you didn't ruin anything too expensive or get arrested.", she added laughing sarcastically.
Then, her eyes met Alicia's. Alicia only looked up a minute and smiled with her tiny teeth but I distinctly noticed Aunt Carol's eyes narrow a fraction and glisten.
"And you must be Chris's girl, Alicia. We're so glad you could join us."
She had moved up next to Alicia and given her a light peck on the cheek. When she stepped back her gaze moved from Alicia's braless breasts to the white thighs below the hem of her short blue dress and back up as if she were studying a work of art.
"You're much taller than you look in the picture Chris showed us. And this bozo is Uncle Jerry. Just ignore him if he gets too fresh won't you?" she said only half kidding.
"Hi Alicia. Hope you like the place. Have you too been...getting to know each other?"
"Well, its pretty romantic here and...I...well I'm sure glad you talked to my mom and got her to let me come down. How can I thank you?"
"Oh, your mother just wanted to know that we'd take care of her little girl. And I told her I...we would. Chris, I hope you don't plan to keep Alicia all to yourself while she's here?"
"Ahh...what...mmm...what do you mean", I replied suspiciously.
"Sweetheart, I'm sure Alicia would like to do some shopping and meet some other people while she's with us. And it will give me chance to get to know her and chit chat...you know all that silly girl talk you guys get so bored with. How's that sound Alicia? It'll be my treat at the mall."
"Ok. Sure. I've really wanted to go shopping with...well...my mom is pretty conservative and she's doesn't like a lot of the clothes I like."
"Well, then. It's settled. Jerry, you and Chris can have a night out together and Alicia and I will shop till we drop."
"Just stay away from the escalators", I said to Alicia as Aunt Carol winked at me.
******
Uncle Jerry and Aunt Carol spent a couple hours unpacking and Alicia and I watched some TV on the big screen. Uncle Jerry came down first and said he knew some great bars we could hit where I wouldn't get carded. I went up to get dressed just as Aunt Carol came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel. Without a word she pulled it off and stood nude in front of me drying her hair with it.
"Tell me. Are you taking Alicia to mall to shop or to ride the escalators along with you? She's not into stuff like that, I know her".
Aunt Carol reached her hand between her legs and wet her fingers in her lubrication. Then she placed her fingers in my mouth and I tasted her distinct woman's essence totally different from Alicia's.
"Did you ever think that you would taste your own aunt's pussy before you came here?"
She smiled and disappeared into the bedroom to dress for the evening.
Uncle Jerry and I were all ready to go out bar hopping as Aunt Carol came down wearing a blue denim mini-skirt with a blouse that was tied below her breasts and showing more cleavage than most women would be comfortable with. She had on pantyhose with the denim skirt and a pair of 5 inch stiletto heels that pushed up her buttocks and accented her calves.
Alicia had been sitting on the couch when she came down and I noticed her gaze follow my aunt as she moved to the chair across from the sofa. It was a look of demure excitement. Aunt Carol after all was quite stunning and any young girl would be envious of her mature poise and sensuality.
I first gave Alicia a nice juicy kiss goodbye and went over to my aunt. As I bent to kiss her I noticed why she was sitting where she was. Alicia was sitting with one leg tucked under her and her short dress was lifted just to enough to expose her white pantied crotch gleaming beneath. As I gave my aunt a modest peck she suddenly slipped her tongue in my mouth, unseen by Alicia, and whispered,
"Have fun, Chris. And don't rush back too soon."
I had been wanting to talk to Uncle Jerry about his porno days so despite my ominous misgivings, I drove off with him leaving Alicia and Aunt Carol alone in the very big house for the first time. We first went to a restaurant and had some great steaks then hit a real out of the way bar downtown. It was not real crowded and there were a few decent looking women who were either alone or with dorky looking guys.
"Uncle Jer...I've been wanting to ask something. You were in all those porno films. I mean I can understand guys wanting to get off with any woman but how did they get the women to do those flicks?"
He smiled a moment and came back,"You still believe men and women as so different even after all you've seen since coming here. Most women, if you're not a complete jerk, will fuck you in a New York second but you've got to read their signals and push the right buttons. They're always thinking about sex just like you and if you know how and when to ask you can have any woman. Any woman in this bar."
To back up his boast he made me a bet.
"Watch, I'll pick a woman in here that looks like she's primed and send her a note to do something...wild. If she does it I win. If not you win."
He took a napkin a wrote down a line,
"Sure would like to see what the rest of those legs looked like?".
Then he browsed the bar area until he spotted a woman in her twenties wearing a short, black skirt and hose. He got up and casually drifted over to her, laying the napkin beside her on the bar. She glanced down, blushed, and smacked him broadside across his grinning face, then walked off indignantly.
"Well, nothing's 100 percent accurate. Maybe I'm a little rusty. I know a better bar that we can try just a few blocks away."
I was laughing so hard I almost lost the two beers I'd downed.
The next bar was a bit smaller with a well lit dance floor. There were guys dancing with girls and several girls dancing with girls but no guys dancing with guys so I figured we were on friendly turf.
We sat at a table across from the bar and scoped the talent for about ten minutes getting buzzed in the process. An Asian woman about 35 or so who had been dancing with a black guy sat down on the wooden bar stool. She was wearing a pale blue and white dress with a broad white collar and a daring, short skirt that was tightly pleated and swished on her legs provocatively as she danced.
Uncle Jerry spotted his prey and dropped the napkin beside her on the bar. Very casually she read it and looked back at him with a cool smile. The crowd in the bar bustled about as Uncle Jer returned to the table with me. As we watched the woman waited for a discrete moment. Then, she slid from the stool hiking her pleated skirt to her waist.
She had on tan thigh tops underneath and, to our utter delight, was quite without panties. In fact she was closely shaved and her thick pussy lips framed the thin pink flesh of her inner labia which gaped naturally as she spread her legs to get down. It was over in five seconds but everyone, including the Asian woman herself, seemed to enjoy it.
One of the waitresses came over dressed in a pair of nylon jogging shorts and a small T-shirt that bulged from her breasts beneath. Jerry asked her if she was married and she said she was. He then came up with some lame line about this being his last night of freedom before going back into the pen for indecent exposure. All he wanted for his last request was to have her pull up her top and drop her pants for ten seconds.
Without even a comment she told him to take out his watch. She very casually lifted her top letting her well augmented breasts spring free. She had large aureoles and her nipples were erect. Slipping her thumbs in her waistband she pulled her shorts completely off including the pair of white thong panties that she wore underneath.
Uncle Jerry grabbed one of her bare ass cheeks and gave her pubic patch a big kiss just as time ran out. Then she just pulled up her pants and panties, slipped on her T-shirt, and got our drinks. We gave her a very nice tip.
"Ok, Chris. Now it's your turn to try to read the women in here."
There were two women I'd been watching for a bit. One was a bit older, about 35, the other much younger, perhaps 25 or so. The older woman wore a white blouse with a pearl necklace and a black A-line skirt with a wide belt that had a large Rhinestone buckle. She wore black hose and black T-strap high heels and looked very dressy with long dangling earrings. The younger woman was far more casually dressed in a safari type shirt tied below her breasts and rolled-up shorts. She wore socks and hiking boots which were light tan. She had short cut black hair and a small cameo necklace around her throat. The older woman was a brunette with shoulder length hair tucked up atop her head.
I wrote out my request on two napkins and sauntered over to the bar laying them in plain view of the two women. If all worked out this would be kind of a contest. I sat back down and watched as the older woman fidgeted on her seat uncertain what to do but intrigued by my request.
After a moment I saw her lean forward a bit on the stool, her lips parted open and her eyes focussed across the bar on the wall. She rested her hand on her skirt over her thighs. She drew the hem up about an inch just to clear her thighs, then separated her knees about six inches.
Her faced flushed red as a stream of yellow pee began cascading from the lower hem of her skirt that she was sitting on . As I'd requested, she was wetting herself in public while fully dressed. The music had stopped and those nearby turned and watched in stunned delight as she continued to let her piss flow.
Meanwhile the girl in the shorts had also begun to pee, the crotch of her shorts quickly saturated in a dark wet spot as a full stream squirted from her leg opening and out onto the bar floor. When the last drops had hit the floor there was a smattering of applause and some chuckling from the enthralled impromptu audience.
"Holy shit, Chris. I've never seen women do something like that before. You must have picked the kinkiest women on earth. Talk about beginner's luck."
It wasn't until some time later that I recounted to Aunt Carol the night out with Uncle Jerry.
"You didn't think those were simply strange women, did you Chris? Jerry owns that bar. Everyone there was probably one of his old friends or their spouse from his film days. They have a kind of club and get off doing wild things for each other like that. Women don't just pee themselves in public even if they're totally drunk, at least not intentionally like that. I'm sure his friends appreciated your imagination though. They'll be talking about that for years."
******
It was after two in the morning when we closed the last bar and headed back to the house. As we turned onto the driveway Uncle Jerry pointed up at the light in the front bedroom window.
"Well, it looks like we better find a spot to sack out tonight", he said as he backed the car out of the driveway heading back onto the street.
"Hey, what are you doing? I'm beat and I want to get to bed. What's the problem?"
"Don't argue, Chris. The light in the room means DO NOT DISTURB. It's a signal that your aunt and I have used for a long time. It's better if we just try again tomorrow morning."
"What's going on? Aunt Carol and Alicia couldn't have been out shopping this late. It's almost 3 AM."
"I suppose I shouldn't tell you this just yet but there's no way they could have gone anywhere tonight. The Mercedes has a dead battery and I won't get to it till tomorrow at the earliest. We'll go back to my office and just nod off till morning. It's really for the best, you'll see. Relax."
We drove back to his business and I collapsed on the leather sofa while he propped himself in a chair and nodded off.
Sometime later I felt him shaking my arm to wake up. I felt like a used dishrag and had a really stale beer taste in my mouth so I cleaned up a bit in the bathroom before we drove back again to the large house. It was just after 10:30 in the morning when we pulled up again. Uncle Jerry stopped at the curb and explained,
"You go in and see how things went last night while I go over to get the battery. I should be back in an hour or so with breakfast."
I let myself in the front door and turned toward the living room. The house was silent except for the ticking of the large grandfather clock in the hall. What I saw began to send a shiver of shock down my spine.
Strewn about the furniture were a remarkable assortment of women's clothes and lingerie. What caught my eyes immediately was the dark plaid jumper that was lying inside out on the sofa. It was Alicia's school uniform. It sat beside a pair of white girls knee socks, plain nylon bikini panties, and the lace bra she had worn when she arrived. There was also a black lace teddy, and an assortment of nylon stockings including a very suggestive pair of fishnet pantyhose strewn on the floor. There was also a white corset with light blue bows up the front that still had stockings attached to its garter straps. It was if a tornado had hit a lingerie shop.
Further up the stairs was a denim skirt and silk blouse that I recognized from the night before when I had seen Aunt Carol come downstairs before we left. The pantyhose and black mesh panties she had been wearing were a few steps up the staircase. I also noticed there were three wine bottles, all empty, lying on the floor in various positions.
I went into my bedroom to see if Alicia was there but the bed was still made. I did find her cheerleader outfit in a heap at the foot of the bed and the red satin panties that went with it. They were stained and damp across the entire crotch. I nearly tripped on the athletic shoes and bobby socks that were lying on the carpet nearby. As I got down the hall closer to Aunt Carol's room I was also aware of the very strong scent of woman mixed with cologne and wine.
I pushed open her bedroom door expecting the worst. There, asleep was Aunt Carol, alone and breathing softly. She was nude except for a black patent leather garter belt and black seamed stockings she was wearing and her legs were splayed open giving me a wonderful of her snatch as she lay on her stomach. It seemed brighter red than I had remembered and her labia were like thick flaps that folded like rose petals over the opening below. Her pubic hair was slicked down and looked crusted with copious amounts of her wetness.
My penis stiffened at the sight and I ached to fuck her while she was sleeping but I had yet to locate Alicia. She was not anywhere upstairs but I did find several short ropes and a pair of handcuffs in the back bedroom as well as a velvet ottoman that had wet stains in patches over the top surface. There were also at least a dozen candles on tables and chairs, the small votive type that made the room look almost like a shrine. The smell of burned candles was also strong although none of them were still lit as far as I could tell.
I returned to the downstairs, walked through the kitchen, and then noticed the door to the utility room was closed and bolted which was unusual. I slid back the bolt, opened the door, and found Alicia.
She was lying absolutely nude on the bare vinyl tile, sleeping soundly despite the chill and the hard floor. Her buttocks were facing me and to my shock I saw she had several bruises across her perfect white buttocks that looked like random horizontal stripes. I also noticed that the room smelled heavily of her pussy juices and urine.
As I gently rolled her over I looked at her breasts. Her entire aureoles and nipples were caked with hardened candle wax and bits of wax were in her pubic hair and on her thighs. She even had flakes of wax on her face and long hair which was quite matted and snarled.
As much as I adored her and her attention to personal hygiene she needed a shower badly. As I turned her face to me to wake her I saw her mascara was all over her cheeks as if she had been crying very hard. She opened her eyes and in a cracked, raspy voice said,
"Mmmm...good morning...can I come out now, Mommy?"
She was still half asleep and as she came around she realized it was me and not...Aunt Carol.
"Alicia, are you all right? What the hell happened here last night? What did Aunt Carol do to you?"
Her tear stained eyes locked on mine and the corners of her mouth turned up a tiny fraction but she refused to answer any of my questions and looked down silently.
"Why won't you talk to me? What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, darling", Aunt Carol said from the doorway, "she just wants to please me. And that means she is only to speak to me until I say otherwise. Now, my little pet...", Aunt Carol cooed looking down at Alicia's tear stained face. "Why don't you give me a nice good morning kiss like you did last night?"
With that, Aunt Carol bent over and placed her hands on her thighs as Alicia crawled behind her. Alicia took my aunt's cheeks in her fingers, spreading them apart. Without hesitating, Alicia, my sweet 19 year old girlfriend, began to tongue Aunt Carol's dusty pink anus making wet, slurping sounds that had her moaning almost instantly.
"Ohhh...ba..baby. Your tongue feels soooo good on my ass hole. Do you like licking my tight ass hole? Huh? Lick it all over."
After a few moments my temples were throbbing in synch with my penis trapped in my jeans.
"Now,", she said lifting Alicia's face from her backside, "Let me taste you, darling. Come give me a kiss like you did the first time last night."
Alicia raised up and the two blond women, one serene and mature, the other innocent and flushed with youthful passion, wrapped themselves in each others arms pressing their mouths together and intertwining their tongues in a grinding French embrace.
"We better not get carried away this early", Aunt Carol said hoarsely, "We really need to get a move on if we're going to the beach by lunch."
She had Alicia go into the kitchen and make coffee for us while she sat with me and gave me my next lesson in the ways of women.
"I bet you thought I was a miracle worker when I told you I had gotten Alicia's mother to let her come down here. Well, her mother, Samantha, was a school friend of mine from high school days.
Samantha was a senior when I was just a freshmen and it was incredibly cool to have a senior pay attention to you. Anyway, she wasn't always such a straight-laced mom, in high school she was a little...well wild. She had another friend named Patty who could get her folks car and we'd drive around.
I was definitely the cutest of the three of us. Patty had glasses and wore her hair in braids. She was developed more than either Samantha or me. At first, we'd just ride around after school in our uniforms, talking about boys and smoking cigarettes to be cool. We'd roll up the waistband of our school skirts to make the real short and then go into stores where we knew guys were just to tease them.
Samantha like to dare me to do things and one time she dared me to moon this burger place where this guy she liked worked. So, we drove around while I took off my little panties in the back seat, then I rolled down the window and at the appointed moment stuck my bare ass out the window. I made sure my pussy was visible as well which really turned me on. I can still hear the great whistles and howls I got from those guys as we drove past.
When I was done I noticed Samantha was watching me as well as I put my panties back on and was real quiet.
I got invited to Patty's house with Samantha for a sleep over. I had wanted to feel another girl's breasts for a long time so when we were getting undressed for bed I started touching Patty's big knockers. We both got real excited all of a sudden and started pretending to make love like she was the girl and I was the guy, rubbing our panties together at first, and then taking off the panties and really doing it. Samantha was just watching and she started fingering herself eventually coming loud enough that Patty's mom called out to see what we were doing.
Shortly after that Samantha set up the ultimate dare. She had told some guys from a frat house that they could watch two girls get it on if they paid her a hundred dollars.
She wanted Patty and me to do it in front of about eight guys which turned me on immediately but Patty was too scared. Since Samantha had already taken the money she decided she'd have to do it instead. We got there in our plaid school jumpers, knee socks and saddle shoes, and started dancing around and lifting our skirts, stuff like that. The feeling I got from showing myself and having all those guys watch me was fantastic.
We finally started kissing and stuff, then sucking each others nipples and by the end we were on the carpet 69'ing, both of us wet as could be and coming in buckets while these jocks whooped it up around us.
When I talked with Samantha, Alicia's mother, the other day and we recounted our time together we got so hot that we ended up stripping and getting off together over the phone. She told me afterwards it was the most fun she'd had in years.
We lost contact after high school but...well, it was very sweet. When she agreed to let Alicia come down here, Chris dear, it was because she wanted Alicia to experience some of that same excitement before she gets caught up in all the normal constraints of life."
"Is Alicia...now...like a lesbian?", I asked thinking she no longer would want to make love with me.
"God no, you goof. She's as wild about you as ever but she's been to emotional places you're still learning about. I bet you didn't realize for instance that she really responds to mild pain. Have you ever tried to spank her or pinch her nipples?"
"Not really."
"Well, she loves it. She took six or seven smacks with my little birch cane last night that would have brought tears to my eyes but she kept asking for more. With her fair skin I didn't want to bruise badly on her first experience. Did you see the wax on her nipples and thighs? I thought she'd never stop coming when I dripped the candles onto them while holding my big massager between her legs. Pain and pleasure are just a matter of degree for lots of women I've known but Alicia really got into it deep for a girl her age."
Alicia had brought in the coffee and handed us each a cup.
"Well, my darling", Aunt Carol said to her,"You're truly magnificent and its time to get back to reality for a while. Say good morning to your lover in a proper way."
Beaming, Alicia said to me "Good morning my sweet, dearest, sexy, fantastic, ...", and smothered me with grateful, passionate kisses.
"Now. I hate to say it Alicia but we really...need a bath. Why don't we get cleaned up".
"I'll say you need a bath", Uncle Jerry chimed in holding a bag of groceries in one hand and his nose in the other. Alicia stood facing my uncle in the nude for the first time since they'd gotten back from their trip but she made no effort to cover herself, even her vagina.
"I see Carol and you had a real ladies night out last night", he said looking at the smiling Alicia.
Then he turned her around and saw the fading bruises on her buttocks and thighs.
"Carol, if you treat our guests this way all the time they won't want to come back,", he joked as he bent down and gave Alicia a soft kiss on her striped butt. "Look, Mrs. Grubmeyer is due with her ladies this afternoon to clean. I'll put the battery in the Mercedes and start breakfast and Chris, you can go help your girlfriend and aunt get a bit more presentable. Did you have any plans today? I won't be able to stay long. I need to drive up to LA and drop off some merchandise."
"I thought the three of us could go to the beach.", Aunt Carol suggested.
"That's fine with me. Alicia and I had a great time there the other day".
"Well, I think we'll try another beach that you haven't been to I'm sure. It's a little more...liberated...than the beach you were at.", she said with a small smile.
I went upstairs to the master bath behind Alicia and Aunt Carol. I thought we'd all take a shower together in the large shower stall but it was more complicated than that as I found out.
My aunt's large home included a European style porcelain bidet. Alicia had been to Europe with her family a couple times so she knew what it was for and seemed unusually eager to refresh herself. She sat down on the bidet and adjusted the upward spray to wash her vagina. It seemed like she was doing a more than adequate job. I was just about to say something but Aunt Carol just tugged my arm and signaled me to be still with her finger.
Alicia started breathing deeper and uttered small moans of mounting pleasure that could only mean she was about to come from the spraying water on her clit.
"Oh...ohhhh...I'm...yesssss...I'm COMMINGGGGG."
She convulsed in an orgasm that left her quivering and gasping for breath. It seemed her orgasms had intensified and deepened noticeably from her lovemaking with my aunt. Aunt Carol picked her up in her arms and gave her a kiss and a hug calming her for the moment. Then Aunt Carol washed herself while Alicia started the tub.
"I was only eleven the first time I tried a bidet when we were in France. I really wished mom had gotten one for our house. Of course, we still had the water massager. That was almost the same." , Alicia revealed wistfully.
Both women got in the warm tub and I proceeded to sponge their breasts and backs. Then Alicia stood so I could wash her legs and ass. After using the hand jet to wet her hair I washed first Alicia's hair and then my aunt's blond tresses. Both of them looked like wet puppies when I was done.
After toweling them off I got in the still filled tub and washed myself while Alicia brushed out her hair and rolled it in curlers. There was only one blow dryer so Aunt Carol let Alicia go first. Then she took a pair of barber's clippers from the cabinet and sat on the lid of the toilet with her legs apart.
"I haven't shaved myself for a couple years but if I'm going to go to a nudist beach I certainly want to be a...nudist."
She snapped on the clipper and quickly reduced the entire extent of her pubic patch from her belly to her anus to a ball of wet hair on the floor of the bathroom.
After applying shaving gel she carefully removed all trace of stubble and rinsed off. Her vulva were perfectly smooth and white making her inner lips look even more pouty and prominent.
Alicia was excited by the way it made my aunt's vulva stand out between her thighs. She had always trimmed herself for her bikinis but hadn't ever taken all her pubic hair off. It hadn't been that long since it had finally come in, being a very light natural blond. Still, the strange way my aunt's vulva looked, smooth and bare, on a mature woman, turned her on.
With a little assistance from Aunt Carol, Alicia meticulously shaved her pubic hair as well. Both women were as bald as billiard balls and looking good enough to eat but I resisted the temptation in the interest of getting to the beach before the sun set.
They retired to the bedroom to put on the rest of their makeup and slip into enough clothes to get us to the next stop on my aunt's exhibitionist tour.
******
We were driving along a winding coastal road well off from the freeways. Aunt Carol had on a blue bikini top and a wrap skirt while Alicia was wearing a long white sun dress that was bare at the shoulders with an elastic neckline that flattered her modest cleavage. She had on flat beach sandals made of rope and cork that cradled her slim, pink toed feet. Her makeup was a bit overdone as if she were going out on a date rather than going to the beach and included eyeliner and shadow, lip gloss, and blusher. It made her look more mature than I had ever seen her. She also wore the simple gold hoop earrings I'd bought for her last summer.
Aunt Carol was also stunning even down to her designer sun glasses which must have cost a ton.
Suddenly, she pulled off down a dirt road which led to a clearing behind a row of trees. There were ten or so cars parked there but it was far from crowded. The overcast had burned off by now but it was still partly cloudy and cool by the ocean.
Although I had a fair tan from being out and swimming, Alicia was not a sun worshiper and was a uniform translucent white except for her nipples. As we got out Aunt Carol suggested we put on our sun screen right there and leave our things in the car.
She was the first, dropping her bikini top and untying her waistband letting the wrap skirt fall open to reveal her nude form beneath. Even with all her poise it was clear that she was both excited by and terrified of her exposure especially the absence of her pubic hair. There was no shred of modesty possible like this. Her every arousal would be visible and the disapproval of the more conservative nudists would be awkward.
Alicia got out and took a deep breath, then looked back at me and grinned somewhat sheepishly at what she was about to do. She reached down and gathered the hem of her white dress in her hands lifting it up in folds and pulling it over her head.
The cool air perked up her tender nipples and I pressed my hand against the left dimple of her back above her buttocks. She winced a bit and I knew she could feel the bruises that striped her otherwise smooth, flawless skin. They were just dark enough to be identifiable as due to only one possible cause, corporal punishment with a thin rod or strap. Alicia had not tried to cover them with makeup almost as if she were...proud of them.
I dropped my shorts just as two elderly ladies came up the path walking back to their car. They must have been in their 60's and were wearing nothing but large brimmed hats and sunglasses. My eyes couldn't help glancing at their breasts and pubic patches just beneath their protruding bellies. One woman was uniformly bronzed with no tan line but the other woman had the white shadow of her missing bathing suit contrasting with her tan thighs and shoulders. They looked my way and smiled but frowned and made a whispered comment when they glanced at Alicia's stripe marks and shaved vulva.
Aunt Carol put on a large straw sun hat and tied it under her chin. I was already smearing Alicia with sun screen literally from head to toe in hopes of keeping her from burning. It also hid the stripes just a bit which made me feel better since I didn't want to get arrested for abusing her.
As the three of us made our way onto the sand I was surprised how comfortable I really felt. There were a couple families having a picnic near the entrance with mom, dad, and the three teenage kids all as naked a the day they were born. Further up there were several women who were certainly model types from the perfection of their figures. I felt my penis begin to swell as I gazed at a gorgeous woman sitting on a towel with her one leg up giving me an unimpeded view of her delicious vagina. She had no tan line and was obviously not new to this experience.
From the corner of my eye I could see a couple behind the screen of a temporary cloth cabana. They were rocking away and locked in intercourse oblivious to anyone.
There were also a lot of single guys who were wearing bathing suits and walking around with cameras around their neck. One guy with black hair and shades saw Alicia and Aunt Carol and almost tripped over himself as he snapped their pictures without even introducing himself. This happened two or three times which pissed the hell out of me but only seemed to make the women bolder.
We eventually settled on a spot and set up our umbrella and blanket. Alicia and Aunt Carol went down to the water while I sat watching the scene. The mixture of older types with young, sexy women and couples, was interesting. Several older couples said "Hello" as they strode by arm in arm, beautifully and unashamedly naked in the warm sun. When the ladies got back they toweled off quickly and sat on either side of me. After a moment Aunt Carol spoke.
"Now, Alicia I wanted to show you the road to a man's heart and it ain't through his stomach. Just relax Chris, I want to give Alicia her first lesson in sucking a man properly."
I felt a hot flush of excitement and my heart started pounding wildly. Right here, she was going to suck me and have sex with me in plain sight. I was still soft when I felt her fingers glide over my sensitive tip.
"Watch as his penis begins to unfold and swell when I touch the tip. Men are so sensitive there it hurts unless you touch it correctly. Look how strong and firm it's getting as he starts to get turned on from my touching. Now, I'll just start to lick the little slit with the tip of my tongue. Not too fast. Just enough to taste his delicious come welling up. Are you enjoying this, two women totally focussed on stimulating your beautiful penis?"
I tried to control my erection but she was just irritating the tip and I couldn't have stopped it if I tried. There were two guys with cameras getting set up just down the beach but I was beyond caring even as I heard the first shutter clicks.
"Here's the secret, Alicia, listen carefully and watch. Keep your fingers down here at the base. Press firmly but don't squeeze or you'll cut off his erection. Just stroke down here starting out slow and building up. Whatever you do don't slip up over the underside of his shaft or he'll come too quick."
Alicia had taken over stroking the base of my penis with her fingers while caressing my balls with her other hand. Occasionally she would dip her mouth over it and lick the pool of preseminal fluid as if it were sugar syrup.
Meanwhile, I had reached behind Aunt Carol and was running my finger up and down her labia which were wet and open. It was more than my stimulation, she was overwhelmed by the perverse exhibitionism of what we were preparing to do.
She let out a moan and then raised her leg over my shoulders and straddled my chest facing away. Her fragrant, shaved vagina gaped inches from my face and I lifted up, spreading her with two fingers, and began to tongue her from her clit to her asshole.
"Ohhh....yessss...care...careful Alicia, not too high up...ahhhhh...I...I want him really wound up...oh god you eat pussy great Chris. Oh shit.... ohhh...I want to com...come...ohhh noooooo...I'm....comingggggg...ahhhhhh".
Here crescendo carried up the beach and the camera clicking was continuous by this time. She kept thrusting her pussy down onto my face and had two more shrieking orgasms which squirted her fluid onto my chest and chin. I was ready to come and Aunt Carol knew it.
"You have to feel his first spasm. Its just a little spurt but that will tell you he's just about to come and can't stop. Wait for that moment".
"Oh man...oh Alicia that feels so fantastic. I want to come so bad. Its close yeah...ohh shit I'm going to...to come...AAAAAHHHHHHHH".
"Now quickly Alicia, slide up over the shaft underneath and stroke him very quickly and lightly. Get you mouth over the tip, sweet, and...that's it, quickly, up close...he's coming...yes, isn't it beautiful. OH CHRIS!".
It's really hard to accurately describe the sensation that I experienced when I was in the throes of this wonderful, impossible orgasm. My penis was hypersensitive from the subtle stimulation that laboriously had brought me close to climax. The urgency, the inevitability and complete surrender to the desire to come would have happened if she had just continued to stroke my base. But when her slim fingers slid up onto the underside of my shaft, where the sensation is 100 times greater than at the base, and I felt Alicia's wet lips wrap around my tip, with the unique, pissy, woman scent of my aunt filling my nostrils from her intimate vaginal outpourings.
I experienced such a total convulsion of sexual pleasure that I...I... started to cry. Not really balling or anything but it was just such a release, so total and spiritual that, even with the jerks with cameras, and the other people on the beach watching, I just welled up with tears and it took a few deep breaths and Aunt Carols soft kiss to bring back my composure.
"Whoa...that was...incredible...God Alicia, I...I love you so much".
She moved up next to me and we embraced, my own semen spattered across her face in white smears that I licked off and shared with her as we twisted our tongues together.
"If I hear one more fucking click from you assholes, I'm going to bust your fucking cameras over your heads", I said to the four or five that were snapping away.
"It's a fucking public beach. Go fuck in the bedroom if you don't want your picture taken, asshole", a big, black guy in a white T-shirt and black shorts shot back. He had a small video camera and was taping everything.
Alicia was incredibly horny by this point and was eager to do something even more outrageous.
As I recovered from my orgasm, Alicia and Aunt Carol got on all fours on the blanket and were positioning themselves for some mutual oral sex. Alicia was on top with her shaved vagina over Aunt Carol's face while Aunt Carol was spread open by Alicia's fingers as she lay below. The sound of slurping, sighing, and snapping of cameras continued for several moments as first Alicia and then Aunt Carol were overtaken by their very expressive orgasms.
Fully restored, I slipped behind Alicia and entered her from behind with my balls brushing on Aunt Carol's nose and mouth. She loved it and was rubbing Alicia's clit from below while licking her juice off my shaft as it plopped onto her face. At the last moment I pulled out shooting a full load of semen onto Alicia's crack and down over her vagina.
Aunt Carol spent the next ten minutes cleaning her with her tongue and making her to come twice more.
Not wanting to be the last one out and reveling in the exhibitionist orgy, Aunt Carol entertained the last of the camera guys by masturbating herself to orgasm with her fingers and coming so loud that an older women nudist in her 60s actually came over and asked her to quiet down or leave.
Aunt Carol seemed almost apologetic once she regained her composure saying she was sorry but adding that she hoped the woman understood from her own experience how good it feels to really let go like that. The woman looked a moment and said nothing, returning to her male partner sitting on the blanket nearby.
We were refreshed and invigorated by our outdoor orgy and Alicia would have like to fuck some more but we needed to get back. As I was heading back to the car I looked over at the older woman that had reprimanded Aunt Carol. She was on her back with her legs up and open wide and her right hand sliding up and down over her clit as her male partner, a man with gray hair and beard in his 60's or so looked on with a swelling erection. She suddenly arched up off the blanket and let out a gut wrenching,
"OHHHHHHH."
and promptly came for about ten seconds. As I passed her panting and flushed on the blanket I gave her a big thumbs up sign and she smiled back.
******
After dressing beside the car we prepared to leave for home.
"Chris, I'd prefer if you drove this time and Alicia and I will ride in back if that's ok?"
We wound our way back to the freeway which by now was getting into rush hour. There were cars on either side and we were down to about five mph due to an accident. It would take nearly an hour to get back at this speed. Aunt Carol was not upset.
"There's something I've wanted to try with Alicia and this seems like as good a time as any. Alicia, why don't you take off that pretty dress and move over next to me?"
"Right here on the freeway? Are you sure the cars can't see in even if they're right next to us?", Alicia replied somewhat sarcastically it seemed since I could already see her lifting the white skirt of her sun dress over her waist and pulling it off over her head.
Her shaved pubes and erect nipples made my penis stiff against my shorts so I unzipped my fly and let it stand free.
"This may take some time and I need you to focus on what I say, ok Alicia? The first time finding your G-spot is always the hardest because you can't see it real well and have to go by feel mostly."
Aunt Carol had Alicia sit forward on the car seat with one leg across my aunt's lap and the other against the door. She started stroking just the outside of her labia getting her fingers nicely wet before easing two of her digits into Alicia's young, tight, vagina. She was pressing in and up slightly.
"Now, this is where I need your help. You have to relax a bit and not try to grip me just yet. That's it, just let yourself fit around my fingers. I need to feel for your little love spot. Its a little pad on the upper part of your vagina just behind your bone. How's that? Do you feel anything kind of like a little sharp twinge?"
"Oooooo...mmmm...yeah, you...you just hit something that hurt a bit. And it really feels like I have to pee just now."
"That's good. Don't worry about having to pee. You're sitting on your towel so it won't stain anything. Now, it has to build up so don't rush, Alicia. Just let me keep pushing and stroking it till it swells up some. It's actually a little sponge that fills up with your juices when it gets irritated. Does it still feel like you need to pee?"
"Ahhhh...no really, not...its...its more like a cramp or itch way inside... I can't...oooohhh...it really is feeling good. Can I just touch my clit?"
"Only touch it but don't start stroking. You'll come too quickly and won't build up to it so you get the best ejaculation."
I could hear a rhythmic, wet, churning sound as Aunt Carol thrust her fingers more and more vigorously inside. Alicia's breathing grew suddenly shallow and I thought she was going to come. My aunt's fingers and hand were wet with Alicia's juices as she massaged away inside.
"Ohhh...yeah, right there...push up, harder...HARDER damnit...mmmmm...I'ts... it's....com...ohhhhh...DON'T FUCKING STOP, Shit, what are you doing?"
She'd taken Alicia right to the edge then stopped abruptly.
"The more times you go to the edge and stop before you come the more you will squirt, believe me. If you can take it a few more times it'll be worth it. You've really got a big spot, Alicia. Just take a breather."
Alicia just caught her breath when Aunt Carol started in with the churning sound. Having found her spot Alicia quickly got right to the edge of orgasm again when Aunt Carol stopped. Alicia's chest was flushed pink over the tops of her heaving breasts and her face and belly were drenched in sweat.
"Just once more should be enough without wearing you out I should think", Aunt Carol said not mentioning her rather tired fingers and cramped hand.
It had been about half and hour since Aunt Carol had first entered Alicia and Alicia was going to come this time or go nuts. Once again she began the churning as Alicia, now complexly lost in ecstasy, was thrusting up her hips and screaming in pleasure while just on the other side of the car window there was a car with three girls patiently waiting in the traffic jam and oblivious to her fervent display. She squeezed her thighs together which were quivering in nervous energy as her orgasm, intensified beyond her wildest expectation, was about to overtake her.
"When you start coming, push like you want to really pee hard. It won't be pee you feel coming out so don't hold back. Let it go all at once. You can start stroking your clit as hard as you want now. Just go for it girl... that's it...rub that sweet pussyyyy...ohhhhh...yeah, so sweet...rub that big hard clit while auntie makes you come inside...yeahhhhh...that's it...push it... PUSH IT..."
Alicia suddenly stopped the almost continuous moaning and murmurs she had been making and her mouth formed a silent, big round "o", then curled into a spectacular series of expletives and unintelligible sounds that only made sense inside her exploding female animal brain.
As my aunt withdrew her now cramped fingers from inside I looked directly at Alicia's now gaping opening. As she came the pink, inner membranes seemed to turn inside out and overlap her inner labia in a series of short spasms.
At the same instant jets of liquid spurted a full two feet from her opening, splashing on the leather console and draining onto the car's carpet. Her face was contorted and dripping with sweat as she started screaming at the top of her lungs with each spurt,
"OH...FUUUUCK...FUUUUCK...FUUUUCK."
I looked down at my erection and realized I had ejaculated in sympathy with her without touching myself. My come was running down my penis and over my balls. Rather than let it stain my shorts I scooped it up on my fingers and licked up every salty drop.
******
Alicia was still wiping herself off with the beach towel as we pulled into the driveway. Her cheeks were streaked with mascara from the tears that had flowed at the peak of her wet eruption. Aunt Carol was busy wiping off the carpet and console of her expensive Mercedes which had received the bulk of Alicia's torrent. Alicia didn't even both to put on her dress as we got out of the car in the driveway but just walked, a bit unsteadily, up to the portico ahead of Aunt Carol and me.
The house had been completely cleaned in our absence by Mrs. Grubmeyer's lady friends. I went up to myroom to wash up and relax. Alicia had already gone before me and was face down on the bed, sound asleep. I put the comforter over her nude form and laid down next to her for a quick nap.
The next thing I remember Aunt Carol was tapping on the door and telling us to get up come downstairs so we could decide where to go out for dinner tonight. And we needed to talk with Uncle Jerry. He had some incredible news for us. It was just past six.
Alicia came down in just her silk kimono looking refreshed and ready to enjoy a night out. She sat next to me on the large sofa and I put my arm around her neck as Uncle Jerry, just back from LA, began his news.
"I've been talking with Carol about this since you came down, Alicia, and I think I've finally set it up. We weren't sure you would...respond...to ...being watched and even photographed having sex. Carol says you really got off today at the beach?"
"I had totally never even thought of doing something...you know...fucking, with people...like...taking pictures of me and stuff. It was outrageous. They were so hot and wanted me but I was like behind this glass and I could do absolutely anything I wanted and they could just watch me. It felt so...powerful... they were people I'd never see again and I wanted them to see me just come... God, I'm getting wet again."
Sure enough as she got up she had a growing wet blotch on the back of her kimono.
"I think she can handle it Jerry, don't you?", Aunt Carol said smiling at Alicia's unintentional demonstration of her arousal.
"Well, here's what happened. I met with an old friend who told me about a porn shoot they are doing across the border tomorrow. The girl they had scheduled to star in the scene got her period early this month and now they need to find someone to fill in fast. I told him about Alicia and showed him your school picture. He said you looked perfect but he was reluctant to use a virgin. That's a trade term for a girl who hasn't made a commercial video yet.
I told him that Carol had been with her and would vouch for her gladly. It's a big risk because even though it's just video it's still expensive to shoot and they can't have the talent, that's you Alicia, get scared and bail on them."
Alicia took a moment to think about what she would be agreeing to.
"Would I be famous and... would my mom and dad and friends see me too?"
"These videos sell to a special clientele but you have to expect they'll find out so you need to tell them something to prepare. It's really up to you how you handle it. Each girl is different."
"I haven't been with a lot...of guys...I mean...Chris...I don't know if I'd like it with someone...just a complete stranger."
She was looking at my face not sure how I would react to seeing her fucking other men and women when I couldn't be with her.
"I love you Alicia. I love coming together, feeling you under me, tasting you and...But when I watch you, like with Aunt Carol today, it's like I'm inside you. Feeling what you feel and wanting it to feel as good as possible for you. The more you get off on it the more I feel and...want you."
"You're so awesome!", Alicia said bringing her mouth to my face and kissing me while her hand brushed over my bulging shorts. "This is just too wild... God, I just have to get off, and everyone will be watching me."
"Its an incredible chance. Some girls fight like crazy just to get a walk on and you're going to be in two major scenes first time. Its not all fun though. There's a director and usually two or three cameras and sometimes you have to stop in mid scene to move the cameras. It'll be a closed set but I think they'll let you on Chris as her boyfriend."
"They better let Chris be there or I'm not doing it", Alicia pouted.
"Also, I called Alicia's mom, Samantha, when Jerry told me. She's going to be flying down as well for moral support. You can call her tonight. She sounded really excited that her little girl was going to be famous. She'll tell your dad when he gets back from Europe. No sense causing a big stir right away. She hoped Chris wouldn't get crazy or jealous, either. It's really a business and good actresses can do really well. I think she was just a little envious, too."
Aunt Carol had worked another miracle.
Uncle Jerry and I looked over the model release forms and contract. Because it was outside the country she wouldn't need a union card to work and the local folks had "greased" the way on the work permit. As Alicia signed the forms Aunt Carol got her mom on the cell phone and handed it over to Alicia. From the conversation it appeared the three of us would all be staying in the same hotel room due to a room shortage. After an exchange of excited "I can't believe it, I can't believe it" she gave her mom a big kiss of thanks over the phone and hung up.
"Well, now that its settled why don't we go get some dinner at a really nice place and celebrate the new star", Aunt Carol said.
With that she and Alicia trundled upstairs holding hands and chattering excitedly about her video debut. Uncle Jerry and I washed and dressed quickly and waited for our "dates" to join us. Aunt Carol was first and had put on a very elegant black brocade evening dress that plunged down the front and revealed the full extent of her voluptuous cleavage. Her skirt hugged her ass like a thin black skin and was slit well up her thighs showing just the hint of her black stocking welts when she let the hem fall open.
"And now, I give you the next superstar of porn, the fabulous...Alicia Aronesti."
Alicia stepped into view like a phantasm of erotic perfection. Her soft blond hair was piled high on her head in an elegant sculpture. Her makeup made her appear much older than her 19 years. She had on dark eyeliner and daring faux lashes that framed her sparkling gray-blue eyes. Her blush and eye shadow reflected the erotic passion that I'm sure Aunt Carol had felt as she lovingly applied them to her budding protege. Her mouth was carefully done with lip liner and a pale but bawdy reddish-pink that captured her inner mixture of innocent girl and worldly woman.
She wore a black dress with a velvet bodice and built in bra that pushed up her young breasts into a deep cleavage that threatened to spill out at her next breath. The skirt was light and tightly pleated swishing seductively against her mid thighs as she descended the stairs. Its was dangerously short and sheer considering she was wearing only black seamed stockings and a black garter belt underneath.
She stepped from the last stair in her stiletto pumps with rhinestone adornments and very proudly lifted her pleated skirt to her breasts to display the red bow on her black garter belt which contrasted so starkly with the smooth white of her bare buttocks, thighs, and her newly shaved pussy. She made a complete turn holding her skirt and modeling her charms for her three transfixed onlookers. I completed the work of art by tieing a velvet ribboned cameo necklace about her throat and kissed her bare shoulders in an act of complete submission to her sexual power.
Dinner, conversation, all the rest were a blur as I could only keep my eyes on my beloved Alicia, the little high school senior that I had invited only a week before and who was now about to break a thousand hearts as the next porn star of the decade. Fucking her tonight would have been a sacrilege and we slept in separate rooms to make sure we were both rested for her erotic premier tomorrow.
Uncle Jerry went over the directions with me over breakfast. Alicia would have to be there for makeup and rehearsal about 3:00. Her scene would start around 4:30 or 5:00 depending on whether the previous scenes were completed. Meanwhile, Aunt Carol was getting Alicia ready and explaining some of the things she should expect so she wouldn't be totally freaked out. One was that she would get a pelvic exam by a doctor before she would be allowed to do any scenes. This was to protect the other actors from any diseases and also was reassuring to know that everyone goes through it each shoot. The second was a even more delicate and she tried to break it to her gently.
"They also may want you to do a scene that involves...anal sex. You have to be really clean...you know...back there and wash yourself out before and especially after. Have you ever had...an enema?"
"Just from those bottled things I think. Once, when I was little and constipated. Mom gave it too me but I don't think it was so bad."
"Well this is just like that only a little more...thorough", Aunt Carol said as she folded the red rubber bag with the white hose and plastic nozzle and placed it under her panties in the suitcase. "I know you seemed to enjoy the candle...the other night when we were...playing. Real anal intercourse might...hurt a bit...if you're not stretched...you know...used to it."
"I've played with my ass, you know with fingers and such when I played with myself but Chris has never...done it. How long does it take to get used to it?"
"Let me see if I can find something that might just make it easier."
Aunt Carol packed Alicia's suitcase which included her school uniform and undies. They would be her costume for the first scene. Alicia had really gotten dressed up in a white wrap dress with a blue collar and trim. It wrapped around her and tied at the waist making it easy to undress. Underneath she put on a pair of suntan suspender hose that fit her legs all the way up like pantyhose but just snapped across the waist with no panty part. This left her shaved pussy and inner thighs bare and, given the way the wrap skirt fell open when she sat, was incredibly erotic.
I put on a white fitted shirt and hugged my swimmer's torso snugly and black casual pants with no briefs underneath. I took along a single change of clothes since we'd be back in two day's at the latest. We were just about to go downstairs to leave when Aunt Carol came out of the master bathroom with one of her "toys".
"I knew I still had one of these."
In her hand she had a flesh colored piece of spongy plastic that looked like a small disproportioned penis. The middle was wide and quickly tapered to a blunt end like the tip of a finger. She told Alicia to undo her dress and hold it to one side. Alicia bent forward and spread her luscious cheeks exposing her puckered pink anus. After daubing her with clear lubricant, Aunt Carol eased the plastic plug into Alicia's rectum.
"Ooooooo, it feels cold and slippery.", Alicia said taking a quick breath first.
"It'll warm up and you won't notice it after a bit. Once it plops inside your body will keep it in you. Just take it out if you need to...go. I would like it back!"
Alicia laughed as my aunt wiped her cheeks scrupulously clean of the excess lube. Then she tied her dress around her and we headed downstairs.
I had rented a car for the trip knowing that vehicles tended to get "misplaced" once they cross the border. We packed the trunk and Aunt Carol gave Alicia a last good luck hug and kiss in the driveway. Then she came around to me and in a tender voice said,
"This is going to be hard for you, darling, even if you don't really think so now. Just remember she wants to go home with you when the filming is over."
She gave me a very wet French kiss and squeezed my penis through my pants. Uncle Jerry was less affectionate and just shook my hand. I noticed Alicia was acting reluctant about getting in the car and it worried me.
"Hey, Alicia. Are you...getting...nervous about this. I mean you can still..."
"God Chris! I'm not nervous, I'm just so horny thinking about doing it...and with this thing up my ass...it's making me real...wet. If I sit on my white skirt all the way down its going to have one big wet spot on my butt."
"Well, either go in and put on panties or...just sit right on the seat. Lift up your skirt and sit on the leather upholstery. I'm sure the next guy who rents the car will be eternally grateful for your unique auto air freshener."
She tried hiking up the back of the wrap dress but it pulled the front open exposing her stockinged thighs right up to her shaved crotch.
"This'll do for now. Just try to avoid taking too long to pass truckers, ok? These windows aren't like the your aunt's car."
She sat back and started reading one of her school books.
******
I took about an hour to get across the border. We had to wait at the checkpoint and naturally ended up right next to a big rig. The driver could look down right at Alicia's crotch while she read and ignored his appreciative comments. I finally found the road we needed to get to and followed it for about two miles to a large brick building.
"Is this the movie studio or an old Chevy plant?", I muttered as we rolled up to a guard station by the gate.
An old man came out and asked if we were in the right place. Then he looked over across me at Alicia who had inadvertently twisted in her seat and had her legs apart. Her vagina was gaping and moist and the old man almost started drooling on my hand resting on the window.
"Geez, I guess you folks are in the right place. You can park over by the main entrance. Nice seeing you, honey"
Alicia was laughing all the way into the parking lot. She got out and smoothed her skirt covering herself for the first time since we left the house. The leather seat was wet from her as expected but we were late and didn't have time to wipe it off.
I carried her suitcase and cosmetics case as we went into the lobby. We passed two gorgeous girls sitting in the "waiting" room who got up and left when their ride arrived outside. Then I went up to the receptionist.
"Hi. This is Alici..."
"Hi you two. Come on in. I'm Rachel, the A.D. that will be working on Alicia's scenes. That's assistant director if you didn't know."
We were greeted by a woman about twenty-five or so wearing a sweater and jeans and carrying a clipboard. She was pretty in a cute way but not in a league with Alicia...or even Aunt Carol for that matter. She gave Alicia a pleasant hug.
"Juliette is just so happy that we were able to get you on such short notice. Juliette is our director and you'll love her. She's a pro and real easy to work with, a woman's director if you know what I mean. You'll meet her in a bit but we need to get you ready and into makeup. Come on and follow me."
I didn't really know what she meant but she was all business in a "perky" way. I gave her the package of contracts and the model release forms which she looked over as she took us through the "factory".
"There is one main studio where we do the shooting which has all the sets in it already. We just move from set to set. This used to be a bra factory but they all moved to China so they bought it real cheap and put in the lights and sound stuff. We do so many videos here it takes a traffic cop to organize things."
She was only partly joking. We ended up in what looked like an office with a wooden table, a desk, some chairs, and a platter of bagels and cookies with soft drinks. If this was glamorous I'd hate to see cheap.
"Help yourself to the food. It's only 3:00 and we are running a little late so relax. God, I love your dress Alicia. Most of the girls here show up in sweats or jeans. It's nice to have someone with some class around here. I need to let Dr. Ortiz know you're here so he can come in and check you. It's a drag but you know...you can't be too careful. I'll be right back."
Alicia was looking cool and collected while I felt like there were butterflies in my stomach. This was too real, and too weird.
She very demurely undid her dress, removed the plug from her ass, and placed it in her bag before the doctor came in. There was two short knocks and then Dr. Ortiz stepped in.
He was a dark Hispanic about thirty-five or forty with a dark mustache wearing a white lab coat that hung open. He said hello to Alicia and basically ignored me as he explained what he would be doing.
"It's all very easy my dear, just like at your gynecologist. I just need to take a look and make sure you're not going to spread anything to the other actors. So, lets just have you get undressed and sit up on the table like so and...open your legs. You can take off your pantyhose and underwear but leave on your dress if you like since we don't usually bother with gowns and such. I keep asking for a decent exam table but will they get one? No. They make millions and I'm lucky to get a new box of latex gloves every month."
Alicia simply unwrapped her dress and laid it aside on the table. She didn't have on a bra and there was no point in taking off the suspender hose for a pelvic exam. Dr. Ortiz tried not to show his interest but his eyes were all over Alicia's lovely form and he was impressed by her lack of modesty. She, of course, was loving the whole exhibitionist fantasy trip of it. He put on a latex glove and applied a dab of K-Y. As she opened her legs he noticed that she was already incredibly wet and removed most of the K-Y.
"Mmmm. I see we have a real eager beaver here, don't we young lady", he quipped. "No pun intended. Nobody here gets my jokes but...no matter."
His right hand fingers began to enter her and she inhaled sharply. Not having ever been to an exam like this I had no idea how long it should take to check things out. As the moments passed I sensed we were into overtime. I also noticed that Ortiz had his other hand across his front and was stroking his penis through his pants as he probed Alicia. She was starting to sound very aroused. I could see he had his thumb sliding over her clitoris as he was probing.
"You have a very well developed urethral sponge, did you know that? Have you ever experienced an ejaculation during orgasm perhaps? Yes, very large and firm. Did you feel that pressure."
His fingers were stroking his cock in unison with his thumb on her clit and as I watched she arched up lifting her buttocks off the table and started coming.
"Ohhhh, yeahhhhhh. That feels so gooood...God, I'm....I'm COMINGGGGG".
As Alicia fell back for the moment and Ortiz turned toward me I noticed the swelling wet spot on his dark pants in front.
"Are you really a doctor?", I said skeptically.
Before he could answer or Alicia could get her legs together there were two short knocks on the door and then Rachel burst in followed by the director, Juliette.
"Alicia. This is our director Miss Anderson but all the girls call her Juliette. Juliette, this darling girl is Alicia and she's going to be doing Scene 49a tonight and 50 tomorrow for us."
"Hi, Alicia. Don't get up on my account.", Juliette said smiling warmly, while looking right between Alicia's parted thighs.
She went over and gave her a peck on the cheek then helped her up off the table while Rachel gave her a terry robe to put on.
"She's ok to work. No active sores, no apparent clymidia, just a normal and very healthy girl", said Ortiz as he pulled the latex glove off his exam hand.
Rather than dispose of it he put it inconspicuously in his lab coat pocket. A well scented souvenir no doubt for some late night jerking off. What a creep.
"Oh, and she's got a great Graffenberg. She might be a squirt star with practice."
As Ortiz closed the door behind him Juliette spoke to Alicia.
"I see you met the resident quack. He really is a doctor just to ease your mind but he just works for us. Not that the pay is real good but he knows what we like and gets what he likes. Doesn't he?".
"God, yes", Alicia said looking at the older blond woman standing across from her, "I've always fantasized about coming like that when the doctor was examining me. When he started on my clit I knew he wasn't a regular doctor but no way was I going to stop him. It was fantastic."
"Well, it kind helps get the girls in the mood for the scene. The guys are always ready. The biggest problem with them is keeping them from coming before we've got the scene, the assholes."
"Juliette, this is Chris, Alicia's boyfriend", Rachel turned her to me.
"Hello Chris", she said extending her long nailed fingers for me to grasp. "You look like you're more scared than Alicia, darling."
No. This wasn't happening. I was in the middle of a fucking bra factory in Mexico with my 19 year old girlfriend about to be in her...our, first porn video and the director just happens to be Juliette Anderson. JULIETTE FUCKING ANDERSON. AUNT PEG.
I'd been breaking into my dad's stash of porn tapes since I was 11 and he had every one of the Aunt Peg series and bunches of her Swedish Erotica loops. He was a Juliette Anderson freak and he turned me into one from watching her perform while I jerked off trying to keep up with her orgasms.
She had such a beautiful mouth, so red and full, and her short, almost boyish blond hair was in real contrast to the other big hair babes she starred with. She was lesbian chic before there was lesbian chic.
"Yes, darling. I am Aunt Peg. You weren't hallucinating. I'm behind a video camera now but still in the business."
"Miss Anderson, I mean Juliette, I have jerked off to so many of your films I...I feel like...like".
"Yes, Chris. I can see what you feel like from that rather impressive bulge in you pants".
Her eyes drifted skillfully to my tenting crotch. Her smile was definitely... flirtatious.
Although she was mid 60's in age it would be hard to say she looked over 50. I guess a life of orgiastic sex on screen with virtually every major male and female porn star of the '70s and early '80s kept a girl young after all.
Her hair was still done in the stylish, blond boycut and her face, although fuller and more furrowed, had all the sparkle and allure of the passionate woman inside. Her trademark breasts were favorites of mine with her large aereoles and nipples that said her lines for her when she was genuinely turned on. The were also a bit bigger and lower but she could obviously afford the constant vigilance of a high priced cosmetic surgeon and she took good advantage of it.
She was wearing a black nylon teddy as her top, and a gray and black checked wool skirt which came to her mid thigh. Her legs were still in great shape, under the dark patterned stockings that she had on. She also wore high heeled sandals with an ankle strap that I would have paid dearly to just bend and kiss.
After disarming me totally she turned back to the business at hand.
"Have you ever acted before, Alicia. Good, I hate fucking actors. What I need is horny. You can have all the Actor's Workshop and method shit, give me a good, screaming orgasm from a really horny lady in heat. That's what we try for. We can fake the lines and hitting the marks but if you can't come with that big, ugly lens three inches from your face or your cunt we don't have a video. It's not about acting, it's about truth.
The girls that work in porn either love it for life or get out fast and marry an insurance salesman and move to La Jolla. Is this a trip you really want to take, precious? Be honest.", she said brushing Alicia's hair back in a gesture of support.
"I can just come as often as I can. With everyone looking at me?".
Juliette's face softened. She knew Alicia was what she was looking for.
"Just don't hurt yourself or the camera people and it's all your trip, baby doll. Now, here's scene 49a. You brought your school uniform with you and those girls white panties I hope? Fabulous. It's better to wear your own stuff in a scene than a costume to get into it better. Trust me. Ok, In this scene you're the little school girl who snuck into the football players locker room to watch the guys strip. Except they find you in one of the lockers and decide to give you a real treat. There's four guys in this scene, all black and hung like horses. I know, I've worked with them on ten of these fuckfests. That's why we call them the four horsemen.
Anyway, I...you have two main shots in this scene which the girl you replaced was hired for. One is a good DP shot, that's double penetration if you're wondering. The other is the final come bath where the guys jerk off all over your face and tits and stuff. Its really hot when you see it.
Anyway, you can play with each of them as long as you want but don't let them come too soon and don't let them fucking come inside you. If they do you tell me and we send them back and they don't work with me again, ok? The rest as we say is improv and hormones. Tomorrow now - there you're going to need know lines but we'll cross that bridge later. For now, we need to get you ready.
Rachel will prep you or you can have Chris help you if you would feel better. Just remember, don't look at the cameras, make them look at you. Just imagine all those stiff cocks and wet pussies out there in the dark wanting to get off with you and living their most intimate fantasies through you. You won't disappoint them will you, Alicia?"
"No way. This is just too wild. I can't believe I'm doing this and its real."
"Rachel take Alicia over to makeup. We'll be right over I just wanted to talk with Chris for a minute."
Alicia started to pick up her suitcase and cosmetics case.
"Put those down dear. You don't carry anything yourself. Things are done for you. You're the star. It's your pussy up on the screen that sells these videos. If it weren't for you we'd all be back doing infomercials for fucking blenders. Chris will bring your things to you when we're done talking."
She was like some warrior goddess. Why did she want to talk with me, alone?
"Chris. You're new at all this and a gorgeous, healthy male so I wanted to warn you about the Choke. It's a feeling you're going to get when you see Alicia on the set, getting fucked like crazy and she'll moan or say something that you've only heard in bed with her and it will sound...real. She's not going to know what she's doing because she'll be lost in it but you'll hear it and it will make you go crazy if you don't control it.
Darling, understand she is always going to go home with you but while she's up there its all her trip. If you can't handle the Choke then stay back here and don't watch. If you can, you may just enjoy this business and survive."
"Thanks Miss Ander...Juliette. God, I loved you in the solo scene you did in the motel room with the mirror between your legs. Your pussy was so open and wet with those big voluptuous labia all spread out like a pink flower and you were stroking yourself with your long red finger nails...I guess it's all is just a business."
"No, Chris. It was my trip in my time. It was as real to me as it was to you watching, believe me."
She lifted my face up under the chin, smiling.
"We always have a wrap party after the last shot tomorrow. Why don't you stop by my office upstairs, I'd really like to...talk about my old movies with you?"
She gave me a kiss directly on the lips. Her perfume was a faint patchouli scent.As she was ducking out the door she looked back at me with a very warm smile.
"You know, I can really see the resemblance. You look so much like your...Karen...ummmm...Cortland...yes that was her name Karen Cortland. Anyway, bring Alicia's things next door and I'll see you on the set."
Ok, so where's the guy who comes out from behind the wall and says you're on Candid Camera. I mean this one blows my fucking mind more than anything I'd experienced since coming to stay with Aunt Carol. How the fuck...how the fuck in the world does Juliette Anderson, porno star...HOW DOES SHE KNOW MY MOTHERS MAIDEN NAME?
******
Still reeling, I picked up the two suitcases and found my way to the makeup room. I spotted Rachel and another younger girl. There were also four black guys sitting or standing about. One was reading a paper, another was listening to his stereo on headphones. Two others were playing cards and joking. The room was clouded from the cigarettes the two guys were smoking as they played.
"Say man, you want some pineapple juice.", the tall guy wearing a tank top and khaki pants said to me.
I took a glass from him since that seemed to be the only beverage that they had in the room with them.
"Is the white dude in this, Rach? I thought this was a interracial trip this scene?"
"Chris, this is Trey, Marcelus, Tony, and Alphonso. Guys this is Chris. He's with Alicia."
"You one lucky man there Chris. She is hot to trot and we are the horses she's gonna be riding."
Everyone laughed which kind of broke the tension. I hadn't seen Alicia.
"Alicia's in the bathroom getting ready. You can go in if you want and help. She needs to get...washed out first front and back, then a shower but don't get her hair wet for god's sake we only have 45 minutes till the taping.", Rachel explained.
I brought the suitcases into the bathroom with me. It was really just an industrial bathroom with a high ceiling and some shower heads coming out of the gray cinder block walls. My shoes echoed on the concrete floor and I walked in and put the suitcases on a wooden table nearby. The two toilets had stalls but no doors on them and there was only some fluorescent tubes and a small half open window for light. The sinks were just ceramic tubs with a ring all the way around that sprayed water when you stepped on the pedals on the floor. It was clean but ugly as hell.
Alicia had just flushed the toilet as I came in and was nude except for a white towel wrapped around her hair. She was as poised as if she were getting ready for the prom.
"Well, I guess we better get ready?", she said in anticipation of her cleaning out.
I unpacked the red bag and hose from the suitcase and started to fill it up with lukewarm water. Rachel came in and handed me a packet of antiseptic that she said I should dissolve in the water. It was there to keep down yeast infections in the girls which was a real occupational hazard. I hung up the bag and Alicia leaned over one of the ceramic tubs, holding her ass cheeks apart. God, I wanted to fuck her right there but the schedule wouldn't let me. I daubed her with some liquid lube and made sure I got the nozzle in the right hole.
"Tell me when you've had enough, Ok Alicia?".
As I released the clip I could hear the water surge and gurgle as it flooded into Alicia's tender bowels. She was taking deep breaths and sighing, "Ooooooo." between.
I was amazed as the large red rubber bag finally collapsed and fell empty, the entire warm contents having been transferred into Alicia's belly. When she stood up her tummy was bulged out and her back was arched almost like she was pregnant. She massaged her protruding belly sensuously enjoying the odd sensation of pressure and urgency within her abdomen.
Eventually urgency won out. She barely made it to the nearby toilet before I heard the explosive gush of all that water reversing the way it went in. She made sure she was quite empty and clean before wiping up and stepping into the next stall. This had been a regular toilet but was now a bidet and Alicia knew just what to do.
She was taking a bit too long and I could see she was getting turned out from the water spray on her pussy. Rachel knocked on the door with the 30 minute notice and it brought her back to reality. Finally, she showered and meticulously shaved her legs, arms, and pubic area before wrapping herself in a towel and returning with me to the makeup room.
As she came in the eyes of the male talent all turned her way. Without looking up she reached up and undid her towel flashing everyone with her translucent white nude form and smooth shaved pussy lips. No one said anything but they knew this was going to be a great scene. As she turned her buttocks to Rachel the assistant noticed the well faded cane marks striping her otherwise perfect creamy flesh.
"I guess I got a little carried away the other night when I was fucking Chris' aunt. No real harm done though".
This revelation even shocked Rachel who had no doubt seen about everything in the porn business.
"I've got some very light body makeup in my kit and we'll touch you up. I don't want to cover you because you have such beautiful skin but the marks wouldn't fit the character, otherwise I'd leave them. Love taps you might say."
Rachel prepared some makeup and applied it lightly to Alicia's backside blending it with her pale skin. Then the younger girl in the room undid the towel on Alicia's head and brushed out her hair. The quickly pulled it all back accept for her short bangs and pinned both sides off her ears with barrettes while the bulk of her hair was clipped with a wide blue bow. She was beginning to look like the high school girl she really was...or at least as I remembered her when we first met.
They used very modest eye makeup but her lipstick was a hot candy pink and very glossy. Finally she put on a pair of white lacy bikini panties and a bra under her white cotton blouse. She stepped into her plaid school skirt and zipped it in back then rolled the waist to make it hit her at the top of her thighs. One bend and her panties would be flashing like a white beacon.
She slid on her knee socks and I helped her with her saddle shoes while Rachel decided if they would use her blazer. After some discussion she put it on. She looked like the perfect mixture of innocent school girl and provocative slut. It was show time. Rachel was alone with just Alicia and myself.
"Alicia, you look absolutely devastating and you're going to be terrific. Just remember what Juliette told you and follow her instructions on the set. And just keep thinking of all the horny guys and gals who will be watching you, just you. They all want you and love you more than anything. The sexiest thing you can do is let it all go, girl, and don't hold back. This is your trip."
******
I followed Alicia and Rachel down a hallway and through a double door onto the "set". It was a large warehouse area about the size of a small small gymnasium with black walls and no windows. I immediately noticed it was much warmer and more humid than the makeup room. We walked around a plywood wall and out front of the set that Alicia would be appearing on.
It looked like a typical school locker room with some green metal lockers and benches for changing. There was also a weight machine with a bench and an oversized wooden table with a plastic and foam exercise mat over the top. Several more mats were on the floor and some phony hanging industrial lamps completed the effect.
The male talent was already sitting on the table and benches reading or talking to one of the four or five technicians that were adjusting things. There were two large video cameras in front, one a shoulder mounted unit and the other on a low tripod. A boom mike was beside it almost in contact with the floor.
Beside the tripod camera was Juliette, sitting in a low canvas chair with her legs crossed, pushing up her checked skirt.
"Ok, talent on the set. Lets get the light and sound check and I want Kathy on the close up camera. She's better looking and her breath doesn't smell like what Buster had for lunch."
She was kidding with the other male cameraman who smiled back as he adjusted the tripod video camera. She put on a headset with a small mike and told the technician running the audio mixer to get ready.
Alicia looked like a toy beside the four black studs she was about to fuck. They were semi-dressed in shoulder pads and ripped T-shirts, some with long spandex shorts and one with just a jock strap that crisscrossed his black buttocks and swung outrageously when he walked with his near erection inside. Kathy, the girl camera operator, was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt with no bra. Her nipples were hard against the fabric even as she busily adjusted her camera and headset. There was some sound checks and Kathy held a light meter up to Alicia's face and frowned a bit.
"You've got a really high albedo, you know.", Kathy commented to Alicia.
"Thanks, you're kind of cute too. Try not to get my pussy juice all over your big camera, will you.", Alicia responded with a haughty, bitchy tone that was pure bluster.
"Chris, would you come over and sit next to me?", Juliette requested as she motioned me over to the chair next to hers. "Alicia, I want you to open the middle locker and kind of crouch down inside. Trey, Alfonso, you guys get over stage left. Tony you're going to open the locker but don't block the opening. We need to see up Alicia's skirt as she's crouching. Marcellus, you get by the weight bench until Tony drags her out. And lose the magazine ok? Places."
I could hear the voices in Juliette's headset as the camera, sound, and video technicians all clicked into operation with a kind of professional indifference that pissed me off. These people were just doing jobs like all the millions of slobs in the world with car payments and orthodontist bills and mortgages. It just so happened that their job involved video taping my real girlfriend in her most intimate and personal of acts; acts that would require her to display her inner most emotions and expressions for others to watch and experience through her. If I had been on that set crouching in the locker, knowing that I was about to expose my sexual soul I'd at least have expected those watching to be aroused with me like human beings. This was cold. Fuck them.
"Roll tape.". "Speed." "Slate." The LED marker slate was held in front of the tripod camera for the click. Beep, beep, beep, BOOOOP. "Action."
The black guys started joking with each other until one of them heard something and opened the locker. Juliette was watching two monitors on a low table just to one side and below her feet. The camera was focussing on Alicia crouched in the locker but it was too high and her skirt was blocking the shot of her pantied crotch which Juliette wanted.
"Cut. Buster dolly left and get that thing down under her skirt. Alicia can you just hike up your skirt a bit, sweety. We want to see those lovely white panties and your skirt's in the way."
Alicia pulled it to her waist and opened her thighs a bit more.
"Just push it back down a bit, hon. Don't be in a hurry. Great."
As the camera moved in closer Juliette remarked in a low voice, "Yeah. Look, she's wet the panties clear through in the crotch. Don't lose that. Places. Roll tape."
The next take got what Juliette wanted. Alicia was crouched looking very submissive with a big wet stain on her crotch from her very real arousal. I could almost sense her heart pounding at the excitement. If this was going to be a really hot shot Juliette didn't want to interrupt the action if she could help it. Just let nature take its course and hope for the best. She was a pro.
The dialogue was pretty insipid but necessary to justify the scene. Alicia was contrite having been caught in an initiation dare. Her sorority had told her she had to spy on the football players, blah, blah, blah. Alicia started turning it around saying she didn't want to get expelled and she'd do anything for these guys if they kept this a secret.
Anything consisted first of a rather impromptu tease with Alicia standing on one of the benches and hiking her plaid school skirt with a little pouty girl look while she flashed her very damp panties. She peeled them down in back and showed them her ass but didn't want to take them off too fast. She always enjoyed fucking in the back seat with just her legs up and her panty crotch to one side. I imagined she was setting up for something like it.
When she teased them with her shaved pussy the guys started getting serious and started feeling her legs and tits through her clothes. Acting time was over, now it was fucking time. The guy in the jock strap was first to bring out his penis. It was dark and circumcised with a much lighter tip. It was also a big wider around than my penis. Alicia began to stroke it at the base, teasing the wet tip with her tongue. She was getting him really hard without taxing his restraint too soon by stroking his shaft. She had learned well from Aunt Carol.
The contrast between her fair blond feminine figure and the muscular, glistening, black male she was masturbating aroused deep, and even dangerous emotions of racial animosity in me that I expected, but not so strong. I was forced to sit with my penis pressing into my crotch in pain while this black stud pleasured himself with my woman.
She could barely get four inches of his organ into her mouth without gagging but like a real trooper she kept sucking him while stroking his sagging balls. She repeated the act with two of the others now all nude except for Alicia who still was in her full school outfit.
She took off the blazer and blouse and then teased the boys by dropping her bra cups but leaving the bra still hooked around her chest. Her white melons were quickly attacked by the ravenous dudes bringing her nipples to their full glory. Her voice had been artificial until now but I heard her sigh in pleasure as her nipples were being sucked and I knew she was fully turned on and losing control.
She lay back on the bench as one of the men lifted her legs pushing up the plaid skirt. Then, as I predicted, she took his penis in her hand as he moved between her open thighs and pulled her nearly transparent panty crotch to one side. On the monitor closeup I could see her open pink lips, gaping in complete arousal and glistening in the bright lighting like syrup. Taking a short detour the guy bent down to her crotch and began licking her pussy and sucking the nectar that had pooled there.
I had made love to Alicia every which way and had even watched as she and my Aunt went down on each other at the beach but I had never seen her with another man until now. Watching her enter into intercourse I could see her arousal overtake her. As his tongue worked up and down her lips and teased her clit her breathing quickened and her moaning and murmuring sounded intimate and familiar, unlike anything she could fake by acting.
Finally, he straightened up and let her guide his fully erect black penis into her overflowing vagina to feel the wet inner folds, a part of her body only a few fumbling teen boys and myself had enjoyed before now. He glided up into her and pressed against her bare breasts then brought his mouth to her and they embraced, exchanging soulful kisses as their tongues danced in pleasure together.
The thrusting was uninterrupted for about three minutes. Then Juliette called "Cut" to get set up on the next shot. Alicia was left panting and flushed as the scene moved to the mat on the floor. She undressed to just her knee socks and saddle shoes and eventually the scene continued with each of the black studs getting to experience the warm recesses of Alicia's womanhood. She had been close to coming about five or six times but always got interrupted for a change of partner. Finally, it was time for the big shot.
Alicia sat astride one of the men and impaled herself on his shaft, riding him until he was really good and hard and could sustain the awkward position needed for the shot without losing his erection. Then, Rachel stepped forward and inserted a fingerful of clear lube up Alicia's well exposed anus and wiped the excess. There was no pause in the action, the scene was just too hot and everyone was into it, especially Alicia.
The second guy, Trey, still erect from fucking Alicia's vagina now moved behind her, bent into place, and began entering Alicia's virgin asshole. Despite the stretching from the butt plug I could see Alicia's face tighten and her teeth clench as the large black penis began to rent her from behind.
It was real and it was painful. Some primordial sense of anger suddenly swept over me demanding that I rush over to the set and throw this fucker across the room and bash his brains in for hurting my lover like that. Juliette noticed my hands were balled in fists and gently reached over and put her hand on my forearm. I looked at her and she smiled holding her fingers to her throat. I understood.
Double penetration is not hard to do but its hard to get good camera angles because the natural positions block the parts the audience wants to see. The anal partner has to ride unnaturally high and the woman ends up with a lot of weight on her hips as she's trying to keep fucking the guy that in her vagina. It's always a compromise between the best shot and the best action. What no one had counted on was just how horny Alicia and the two black dudes were at this point.
All three were drenched in sweat which rained down on Alicia's back from above. Her vagina was awash and even her anus had developed its own lube from the friction of the large penis up inside her.
Her sounds and face indicated she was a bitch in heat beyond caring if her own mother walked in on her at this moment. I could feel every thrust in my own penis and was rocking in synch with the action occurring a few feet from me. It was bizarre watching this frenzied nude threesome locked in shared sexual passion, surrounded by the artifacts of an indifferent technology, a cold electronic eye, feeling nothing.
Juliette whispered for Kathy to get the hand-held lower. There was a sense of awe that enveloped even the most hardened of the porn crew. As if it were choreographed by Mother Nature herself I watched the most perfect three way come shot ever filmed unfold. It began with Alicia nearly screaming,
"Oh, god. I'm...I'm goi...I'm going to come...yesss...Oh shhh...Oh I'm COMINGGGGG, Ohhh, Ohhh, OHHHH".
Almost immediately the guy beneath her, driven insane by her vaginal massaging, withdrew his glistening cock and shot a solid load of semen up over her ass cheeks and back. With her vaginal opening gaping open from the withdrawing penis, my darling Alicia orgasmed, ejaculating several spurts of clear fluid that ran deliciously down the jerking penis below that was smacking against her butt.
A second or two later the guy in her ass withdrew at the last instant barely getting out before shooting his own full load of hot semen against her tight puckered asshole which then ran down over her vagina and drooled down onto the guy below.
Alicia and her co-stars rolled onto the mat and caressed one another long enough to close the scene.
"CUT."
There was a moment of silence, more from awe at what they had just seen than any professional discipline, then spontaneous applause broke out among the crew.
"You better have that all on tape or I'm personally going to cut your balls off.", Juliette warned, only half kidding.
She leaped out of her chair and called, "TOWEL", then grabbed the white terry towel and brought it to Alicia on the mat still woozy from her orgy.
"Darling, that was absolutely the most fantastic...how did that feel, Alicia, coming like that with the camera on you? Did you love it?"
"It was so awesome...just fucking with all you watching...and the...the camera. I just looked straight at the fucking sound guy staring at me and just came...looking right at him while he watched me. God, I don't... I don't want it to stop".
As Alicia was getting toweled off by Rachel, Juliette gave her a sweet kiss on the forehead.
"We're going to take a break to reset the lights for the come bath shot so just relax. Alicia, you are one horny little lady but I adore you."
I wanted her so much, all sweaty and panting and streaked with semen. The next shot was just her getting covered in semen as the four studs jerked off over her face and tits. As she stroked two of them at a time they would break off and take over their orgasm making sure to get the biggest spurts to land on her mouth and face. After all four had discharged on her she was left lying on the mat, her face and hair dripping with the still warm semen. I grabbed a towel and looked down at her as she looked up at me.
"God, Chris. I hate to say it but I'm still so horny. I...I want to fuck... you, right here, now. Get those fucking clothes off and fuck me. I don't care who is watching or sees us just, please make love to me".
Silently, I undressed as the technicians beside me were disassembling the equipment. I moved between her thighs now spread open to receive me and entered her familiar vagina, now soft and very wet from her vigorous fucking and coming.
As her passion rose she held me to her and begged,
"Chris, I want you to come...inside...come inside...darling...I want your come in me. Ohhhhhh."
I fought my every instinct and let my load go inside her beloved vagina mixing for the first time with her copious wetness. It was the closest I'd ever felt to her and we kissed for nearly ten minutes as we came down from our love making. The semen that streaked her breasts tasted sweet like... pineapple juice.
"For my...personal collection.", Juliette said as she stepped from the shadows wearing only her black teddy and patterned thigh top stockings, holding her 8mm video camera.
******
Rachel was standing by the door leading from the set as Alicia and I walked around to the backside. I was holding my clothes while Alicia had picked up a terry robe tossed on the mat by one of the crew.
"Alicia, this is Gunther. He's a friend of the producer and wants to talk to you about...some extra work.", Rachel said somewhat distastefully.
She introduced us to a German guy about 25 or 30 with a Van Dyk beard and shades. He had two expensive professional cameras around his neck and spoke with an accent. He said he worked for a European publisher that specialized in "unusual" porno and was willing to give us a grand if Alicia would let him take some shots of her "cleaning up".
I thought the idea was as weird as this guy looked but before I could tell him to kiss off Alicia looked at him with her new, tough bitch expression and said she'd give him all the shots he wanted.
We returned to the makeup room where the last of the male co-stars had already split and went into the empty, echoing toilet area.
Alicia took off her robe and stood under the spray of the shower rinsing the semen and sweat off her creamy white body while the German guy snapped a few setup shots. She teased him as long as possible playing with her tits and vagina but both of them knew what he was after. I had refilled the red rubber bag and hung it where she could get to it. She didn't bother with lube but just slid the plastic nozzle up into her ass and released the clamp for her second 'purging' of the day.
She was 'ooing' and 'ahhing' and the water gurgled into her and the German's cameras were clicking and whirring like mad. After she emptied the bag she jerked the nozzle out and dropped it to the tile floor. Her belly was protruding and she massaged it as she had before. Finally, she leaned over the ceramic tub playing with her vagina and clit between her legs as the German guy kept getting closer and closer for better shots right behind her.
When she had him within a foot or so of her buttocks she grabbed her clitoris in her thumb and forefinger and stroked herself briskly, knowing this would make her come very fast and hard. She threw her head back and her thighs shuddered as her orgasm swept over her. As it subsided she immediately experienced a very intense urge to void her bowels. She squeezed against the side of the tub while grabbing her ass cheeks in her hand and spreading them to the max.
She let out a long, "Oooooooooooo," as if her guts were splitting, which they probably were. Her anus opened to about an inch in diameter and a round, smooth column of water arched from her hole. Its trajectory made a perfect hit on the chest of the German photographer and trailed down over his cameras taking at least five seconds to dissipate.The German was so shocked that he fell backward onto the wet puddled floor further soaking his brown pants. I was laughing, of course, as was Alicia. He still gave us the grand.
"I've felt like that when I was sick but I never felt like going like that... just for...fun. Guys are such perverts! I could throw up and it would turn some guy on.", she said afterwards trying to fathom the unfathomable.
Alicia cleaned up up quickly and spent several minutes putting on fresh makeup and changing back into her white dress and suspender hose even though we were only going to go back to the resort for the night. It was if she had to reestablish her femininity and modesty after the utter debauchery that she had displayed before the cameras, and after. Dressing up separated her from that world for the time being and she could just be a normal, private, and very beautiful young woman.
We got back in the car which was infused with her woman scent. The sun had dried her wetness on the leather turning it to white, powdery stains. We had about a forty minute drive to get from the studio to the resort and it would give us some time to chat about the days events and what was to come.
"I guess the scene tomorrow should be fun. It's with four other girls or something", I began. "Alicia, I...well I didn't realize you...liked girls until you had your night with Aunt Carol. I mean...have you...do you like girls better or the same or what...and when did you...like decide?"
"You sound like you're jealous or something. I don't like girls or boys better, its just different. And I really haven't done anything with girls other than your aunt. I really only can think of two other times I had anything, like, sexual to do with another girl and they were really pretty harmless.
There was this girl named Cindy Holt that had tried out for cheerleaders but didn't make it because she was a little heavy. This was my sophomore year two years ago when I was first on the team. She used to try to hang out with me and carried my books and stuff which was kind of weird. I guess she liked me because she was always looking at me and I had really developed my figure that year.
One day after practice I was late getting off the field and when I got back to the locker room to change everyone had gone. I got undressed and into the shower but I forgot to pull the plastic curtain over the stall since I figured I was alone.
After I started I looked over and Cindy was standing in the doorway just watching me shower. I realized I liked her looking at me and I just kept washing myself letting her get a good look. But she never came over or did anything, she just watched and then left. I remember that I felt really horny from the experience and was, you know, wet.
Anyway, the next day I went into the girls bathroom to take a pee and Cindy followed me trying not to let me see her. I got in one stall and I heard her get in the stall next to mine. I pulled down my panties and started peeing which usually made a loud noise in the tile bathroom but I didn't hear Cindy start to pee. When I stopped and wiped myself I could hear her rubbing herself. It was kind of a rhythmic, mushing wet sound that any girl would know right away. I waited and listened getting hot thinking about it and my hand started touching myself as well. I could hear her breathing and moaning and she could hear me and we excited each other without even touching. It was so secret and dangerous at the time. We both had orgasms and mine lasted a long time I remember because I was so worked up. We never talked about it though and she moved away about two months later. Does that qualify as sex with a girl?"
"I suppose but weren't you curious what she would have felt like or tasted like. I mean, didn't you want to really experience her instead of just imagining it".
"I've always wanted to really caress another woman's breasts. I had such a dreamy time with Carol, she has such gorgeous breasts and I explored her with my hands and mouth for an hour. We didn't ever rush anything that entire night which is something that you guys can't seem to do. It took me...back... to my first...experience...with another woman.
I was 13 and really worried that I wouldn't get a figure or develop breasts, you know, like all late bloomers. Anyway, it was my parents anniversary and my mom had gotten all dressed up and made a big dinner and everything. She even had me go off to bed early so she could have a romantic night of it.
Well, after about half-an-hour my dad called and said he was with a big client and wouldn't be home until after eleven. My mom was really pissed and slammed the phone down. I guess she opened the bottle of wine she had and drank most of it because when I got up around ten the lights were still on in the living room and she was passed out on the sofa. I felt real bad for her, I'd never seen her drunk like that in my life before.
I got her up enough to walk her back to her room and try to get her into bed. She was fumbling with her dress and I got it off her along with her slip. What I hadn't expected was that underneath she had put on this white corset with long garters and sheer stockings. She never wore underthings like that and they looked so pretty and feminine. She had nice breasts and a woman's figure with hips and I...I wanted to see her naked.
She was pretty groggy and didn't resist as I unclipped her stockings and took off her corset. She still had on a little white G-string panty underneath. I helped her stretch out on the bed and put her clothes away. When I thought she was asleep I stood next to the bed with the light still on and just looked at her breasts. She has very large nipples and they looked so beautiful as they rose up and down when she breathed.
I had on just a short chemise top and my panties and I remember reaching up and lowering my panties to my thighs and touching myself while I looked at her. I touched my finger to her right breast and then let my hand rest on it as I played with myself. She had bluish veins around the dark part and I wanted to kiss them so badly.
Before I could come I heard my dad's car pull up and I nearly tripped over my panties as I ran back to my room. My heart was pounding a mile a minute afraid that my mom would remember but she didn't...except for...
The next day when she had a hangover I guess we got in some stupid argument about clothes. I was sassing her and she just lost it. She grabbed me in the bathroom and sat on the tub taking me over her lap. I had on just my panties and bra and she pulled down my panties and spanked me really, really hard with the bristle side of her hairbrush. I was in tears for hours and totally shocked because it was the first and last time she ever did anything like it to me. I guess I kind of reenacted that scene with your Aunt Carol except we got carried away and she used that little whippy stick of hers."
"Did you ever tell this to your Dad. He is so uptight he probably would have really punished you."
"No, I never did but not because of that. My Dad is not all he seems either. I never told even my mom this but I haven't been able to wear the same pair of panties twice since I was 14. He would go into my laundry hamper and take them out."
"What would he do, get off with them?"
"No, even weirder. He was selling them to some old men who would write him letters asking for them."
"How did you find out he was selling them", I asked utterly amazed at what I was learning about Alicia's growing up female experience.
"Well, one time I got my period early before I had remembered to put in a tampon and I totally ruined my panties, I mean they were stained in...well, you know. Anyway, I tried to just throw them out in a plastic bag but the next day the bag was gone from my bathroom. Then Saturday, out of the blue, he just gave me fifty dollars to buy some nice clothes. He also gave me extra money just for buying panties which I had to do every other week or I'd be going around bare-assed at school. He never told me directly but I figured it out over time."
"Geez. Back to your mom. Isn't she suppose to meet us in the lobby at the resort. I still don't know why she decided to come down here to see her daughter work in a porno movie. It's a little bizarre. And something else. When I was talking with Juliette before the scene she said something that really freaked me. She said I looked just like Karen Cortland. That's my mom's name before she got married. How could she know something like that?"
"Its probably just a coincidence or something. Did your mom ever meet her like when she was younger before she was married to your dad?"
"No way. Mom has never even seen a porno movie in her life unless maybe Dad showed it to her. But to actually meet a porno actress. No way, I just can't see it. Not Mom".
The Aqua D'Oro resort entrance was just up on the left and I pulled into the lot. I took our bags to the bellhop and went up to the desk to sign in. There were two very attractive girls behind the desk in tailored suits. Our eyes met and they smiled, and I smiled, and the wheels all clicked into place. Holey shit Uncle Jer.
******
The resort was only a few years old and very elegant with a large lobby adjacent to the dining area. It was built in a semi-circle around the large outside heated pool facing the Pacific ocean. We would be on the seventh floor facing northwest with a terrific view from the individual room balconies. Samantha was sitting in one of the oversized chairs reading with her legs crossed and spied us when we came into the lobby.
"Alicia, sweetheart, Hiiieee. I made it.", she chirped giving Alicia a kiss and a hug.
She was in her 40's, just a few years older than Aunt Carol. She was wearing a navy and white polka dot dress with a loose pleated skirt that fell about six inches above her knees when she stood. She was almost the same height in her navy and white high heels as Alicia at 5'8 but while Alicia was blond and fair she had auburn short hair that was flipped under and skin that was darker from her makeup.
She was pretty with a slight overbite that made her lips seem to be slightly parted at all times. She wasn't a size 6 but she carried her fuller figure nicely and I noticed she was wearing Chanel which I found very...elegant. I greeted her with a friendly kiss which I tried to sustain to enjoy her fragrance but she eased away, a bit embarrassed.
"Well, I guess you two have been having quite a time. First, getting to be together at your Aunt's and now this Mexican holiday. Alicia, I hope you're using protection. You can't be too careful at your age."
She was doing her mom bit to a tee as we walked over to the dining area. It was just after six thirty. The dining room was busy but not crowded. Most of the guests were young or middle aged couples and some seniors. There were no children anywhere which was not unexpected, this was billed as an adult resort.
I listened as Alicia and Samantha danced around the truth of what Alicia was involved in. I finally broke into the chitchat as the waitress took our drink order and left.
"Did Aunt Carol explain to you the kind of video that Alicia is making? These are kind of...adult...you know."
"Well, she was just so wonderful on the phone about the whole business and the amount of money that Alicia could make. She did mention that their might be some occasional nudity but, you know, even the big stars are doing things like that. Its not such a terrible thing anymore".
Seated beside us within earshot was a senior couple all very dressed up, he in a suit and she in a print evening dress and diamond earrings. He was probably a CEO of some big corporation on holiday. I noticed the woman was glancing our way as she heard bits and pieces and scowling her indignation at such talk.
"Mom, its a little more...personal than that...I mean...weell, Chris, what do I mean?"
"Ah...Samantha it's that instead of just...play acting, you know. Well, it's more realistic and visu...there's not much left to the imagination...ahhh."
Samantha looked directly into my eyes with a sudden expression of recognition that pierced the bullshit like a bullet.
"I assume you mean like fucking and sucking. Is that what they have you do, Alicia, fuck and suck?"
The woman beside us uttered an audible gasp and glared our way as Samantha's words carried beyond our table and silenced a section of the busy room.
"So... you know... everything. My Aunt told you about Alicia and her and me and...videos."
"When your aunt first called and we got talking, I don't know, it rekindled something in me. Our little sex show in front of the fraternity boys was one of the most exciting things I'd ever done in my life. I was so free when I was young but...it all changed with marriage and a child, or at least I thought. Your Aunt got me thinking about it all over and I realized how much I'd missed by...being safe. I just...I just wanted Alicia to know...how it really felt to be that wild and outrageous...beyond shame."
She looked down at the table and then up at Alicia's gray-blue eyes, so like her own and continued,
"I knew you were more like me than I had imagined from the time you were barely 13. When you found me drunk and got me ready for bed that time on our wedding anniversary, I was only partly asleep. I'd had a lot of wine but not so much that I didn't remember you undressing me, and then...touching me on my breasts. I never spoke to you about it because I was...I was too ashamed of myself. I could have stopped you Alicia, darling, but I didn't because, maybe it was the wine...I don't know but...I was aroused by it, very much. I was hoping you would take off the little G-string panties I had on and... touch me there like you were touching yourself. God, with my own daughter.
It was so sick that I was afraid to look at you the next day. All that emotion came out as anger when I spanked you so hard. I'm so sorry for that darling, I know you never understood what I was feeling. I've never told anyone this until now, not even your father who would have left me if he'd known I'm sure."
The waitress had returned with our drink order. She was a very leggy redhead wearing a too short pleated black skirt with no hose and stiletto heeled pumps.
"Let's see. The carafe of house red for the ladies and for the gentleman the grande pina colade, no rum. Kind of a waste of time isn't it?" she mused as her eyes shot a glance to my crotch undetected by either Alicia or Samantha.
"I just had a taste for the pineapple juice, you know.", I returned looking at the inside of her silky white thigh just below her ridiculous skirt.
She dropped her pen from the pocket of her white starched blouse that was open to expose an ample bit of cleavage. I knew just what she was going to do next and both Alicia and her mom were distracted as they poured out the wine they had ordered. My only concern was the scowling matron at the next table who was looking directly at me.
As I returned her eye contact our waitress bent forward keeping her knees nearly locked to pick up her trusty pen. Her skirt lifted in back giving me a glorious flash of her natural red fur piece framed by her white thighs and lower buttocks.
I slid my hand inconspicuously up the inside of her smooth inner thigh and stuck my extended thumb directly up into her waiting snatch. Her thighs clenched a moment until I withdrew my moist prize. Without comment, she straightened up and continued on her way, so much the happier I suspected.
Locking eyes with the now flustered matron I held my thumb under my nose and inhaled the fresh, distinct scent of the waitresses' womanhood then sucked it clean and smiled. Utterly appalled, she threw her napkin onto her plate and demanded that her husband and she leave that instant in a real snit. I rejoined the conversation between Samantha and Alicia.
"When you...started to really become a woman...and were so beautiful and fresh and young I...envied you, and hated you, and...oh god...and...wanted to...hold you...so bad. Do you remember all the chats we had...while you were in the bathtub. I'd always come in and talk with you about woman things and such."
"I kind of enjoyed it with you there and me nude in the tub. It felt like we were real close and I could be myself with you like best friends. Did it...turn you on to see me...like that?"
"I would plan my whole day around those moments. It was like a dream for me but I had to pretend it was just fun and harmless. All these years."
"Mom, this isn't supposed to sound strange and I don't want you to...when I was with Chris' Aunt Carol I...we got into pretending when we were really heavy into our love making and I...was calling her...Mom...as we were like doing it. It felt so incredibly perverse and exciting and I got off on it really hard. This is really heavy but...god, I can't say it...I think we should...really try...I mean."
Alicia and Samantha were syllables away from transgressing the most powerful of social taboos. Nothing Samantha had fantasized about would be equal to the actual consummation of such a shocking and unimaginable violation of decency and morality. If it was not done correctly with both of them fully prepared for the act it could destroy their real relationship for the rest of their lives.
I knew Alicia had learned well from her experience with my aunt and performing on the video but I still doubted Samantha's resolve. She would need to be brought to her daughter in such an aroused, irrational state that the consummation of incest would be inevitable and profoundly pleasurable for both of them. She needed a crash course in letting go.
I spoke to both Alicia and Samantha of my concerns and from Samantha's expression I knew I was right. Then, I described what I believed was needed as I spoke directly to Samantha,
"Your fantasies are all well and good but until you've put aside all your deepest reflexes of decency and morality you won't be able to cross over from fantasy to actual experience. The inhibitions are there even if you don't think they are. They'll interfere and the result will be humiliation and frustration rather than...joy.
Alicia, I need to be with your mom for about and hour, alone. If you like you can sit out by the pool and I'll call you when I think its time for you to join us. Is that ok?"
She rose slowly from her seat and went to her mom's side. Samantha was still looking down at her plate uncertain of what she was going to do. Alicia took her mother's hand from the table and brushed it across her breasts before touching it to her lips.
"I'll be there, mom, no matter how you feel. I love you in so many ways already. This will be just...one more."
She turned and disappeared out the large glass doors that led to the pool. There was still a good two hours of summer light and a gentle breeze was blowing in from the ocean.
******
"I want to play a childish game with you Samantha but if you agree to play it will be one of the most difficult games you've ever attempted. Its Simon Says and I'm Simon. Simon will never tell you to do anything that is harmful or illegal but everything else...imaginable...is fair game. Simon will tell you what to do but I will be your will, not Simon's, that makes you actually do what he asks. You must decide to act quickly without censuring yourself or you won't enjoy the liberating benefits. And you must allow yourself to experience the reality of your acts...you must be clear and aware of what you are doing, no drugs or alcohol. Now, Samantha, do you understand the game and are you ready to begin?"
She was struggling against all that she had ever known as a proper woman. She could scarcely imagine what I would be having her do, yet she had to obey me completely...and...submit herself to me. With an arrogant sniff that tried to mask the faint tears welling in her eyes she replied,
"Sure, what the fuck."
Her first command was to simply turn her chair so that she was facing out into the center of the dining room with her legs out from under the table. There were perhaps eight or ten couples and singles enjoying their meals, unconcerned with the attractive woman in the navy and white polka dot dress that was seated across from them.
"Simon says, open your knees six inches."
She looked down, her face flushed in shame. I reminded her of the rules and repeated Simon's demand. Slowly, her knees separated, drawing her skirt up on her thighs.
Simon next demanded twelve inches. Her crotch was now in plain sight although it was veiled by her sheer panty hose and the white bikini panties she was wearing underneath. I watched her face, trying to experience the emotions she was feeling. She was exposing herself in violation of all she had ever learned about being a 'lady'. Sure, you could see more at the beach in a bikini but that wasn't the point. It was her open thighs that was most shamed her. This was an unmistakable signal from Samantha that she was receptive...she was prepared for, and wanted intercourse. It was basic body language for, 'Fuck me' and every man and woman in the dining room watching her knew it.
After several long seconds we got up and headed for the elevators to take us up to our room where the came could proceed even further. As luck would have it the matron and her CEO husband were waiting for the same elevator. She refused to acknowledge our existence however her husband did smile at Samantha and let her on ahead. I whispered her next demand as I stood beside her on one side of the elevator while the older woman and her husband stood opposite us on the other wall.
When the door closed I touched Samantha's hand as a signal that Simon had just spoken. Trembling, she lowered her hands to her thighs and began gathering the material of her dress in folds pulling the entire skirt above her waist. She was standing fully exposed in her pantyhose and panties as the astonished woman looked on, speechless. Finally, Samantha reached under the waistband and slid both undergarments off her hips and onto her thighs exposing her pubic triangle. In a shocked, indignant voice the woman said,
"My dear woman, lower your skirt immediately and cover yourself or I shall have you arrested. You are a slut and should...should be...LOWER YOUR SKIRT THIS INSTANT!".
The door opened with Samantha still holding her navy and white polka dot pleated skirt to her chest, her sheer stocking shimmering on her legs with her buttocks and vagina completely exposed. Still huffing, the couple hurried out with the husband looking back over his shoulder all the way.
I let her draw up her undies and drop her skirt long enough to find our room. Once inside we began again. Simon instructed her to open the heavy drapes that covered the room windows and pull back the sheer curtains as well. The large patio doors looked out on a small balcony with a simple wrought iron railing. Beyond the balcony was a view across the semi-circle of the resort to the rooms on the other side and just to the left a view of the blue ocean. Seven stories below was the pool which could only be seen while standing on the balcony itself. We could hear the splashing and frolicking of the vacationer's below.
"Simon says, walk over to the window and stand there facing out as you remove your dress". She could only imagine the unseen eyes that might by chance be looking across at her as she unzipped the dress and lowered it to her ankles. She wore a white lace bra that matched the panties she had on under her hose. She expected me to next demand she remove the bra but I preferred a more direct approach. I instructed her to remove her pantyhose and panties together while still facing out.
Her breathing quickened as the utter excitement of what she was doing in full public view began to arouse her as she hadn't been aroused in years of proper marriage. I watched her reflection in the glass as she stepped out of her shoes then slipped her fingers in the waistband of her panties underneath again and drew both undergarments down over her thighs and calves together, finally tugging them off each foot.
She had dark brown pubic hair that spread in a triangle from thigh to thigh and up nearly to her navel. It was thinner at the upper edge and I could see her Caesarean scar veiled beneath. With her face and chest flushed she removed her bra next and at last stood utterly nude before the well lit window.
Had she sincerely balked at any of my requests I would have gladly stopped the game, no questions asked. I wasn't going to make her do anything she didn't have the will to do. But she never even hesitated at my requests, complying the first time in total obedience.
I undressed behind her before giving her the next command. She was instructed to climb atop the small writing desk to her left, in plain view of the window. She was on all fours as I strolled behind her and spread open her pussy for the first time.
She had thinnish labia, similar to her daughters, but much more crimson befitting her maturity. Her clit was also quite prominent from her years of solitary masturbation, I suspected.
I tasted her wetness and she moaned in pleasure. It was totally different than either Alicia or my Aunt's scent. The slight urine quality was mixed with a very distinct musk scent and the general fragrance of her cologne.
As I penetrated her from behind she eased back into my advancing penis. It was quickly enveloped in her warm, well lubricated inner folds. She was looser than Alicia, of course, due to childbirth but had the same muscular control which was distinctive for her and Alicia and not present in my aunt's vagina.
As I thrust in and out slowly I reached down and picked up the hotel phone.
"Yes, I'd like you to page Alicia Aronesti at...mmmm...at the pool please, I'll hold."
We continued to fuck, Samantha was now fully aroused, moaning and murmuring incoherently. We could hear the loud speaker as Alicia was paged.
"Would guest Alicia Aronesti please pick up any of the house courtesy phones. Alicia Aronesti."
A few moments later I heard Alicia come on the other end.
"God, Chris. I've been sitting down here and wondering what you were doing. Are you in the room? Where's Mom?"
I reached around Samantha's waist and began vigorously massaging her engorged clitoris with my two fingers. Its was wet and slippery. I pulled out my penis and began rubbing it over her clit as well.
"Wait, Mom wants to talk to you", I said. I had carefully timed my response to coincide with the rising crescendo of Samantha's long delayed and very intense first orgasm. As the phone was held beside her she began coming,
"Ohhhhh...God that's so good...I'm going to...come...now...OHHHHHH."
"Alicia, you still there?"
"Chris, you're such a crazy fuck. God, I want to come up so bad. When can I come up?"
"Wait, I have one more demand for your mom. Can you see up to our room from where you are?".
Alicia began looking up and then gasped at what she saw.
"You're fucking her on a desk! Everyone down here can see! My God, Chris you'll get us arrested! You crazy bastard."
"Keep watching." I said as I withdrew my penis and explained the last act of exhibitionist perversion to the now liberated Samantha.
She went to the sliding windows and opened them deliberately then strode out onto the balcony totally nude except for her high heels. The slight breeze flipped her shortish hair and the golden light from the setting sun turned her skin a reddish bronze. She positioned her self momentarily with her legs slightly bent and spread open.
She made a curious gesture I hadn't ever seen of licking her teeth as if to clean them of her lipstick then parted her mouth in a churlish, arrogant pout.
In front of the assembled guests below, those watching across from the opposite rooms and, of course, especially in front of her own 19 year old daughter, she let down a twisted yellow ribbon of her piss that cascaded from her vagina. It splashed onto the concrete patio, rained over the edge, and finally, evaporated in the air.
"God, Chris can you imagine what must be going through her head, just peeing with everyone watching. I can't wait any more. I'm coming up."
Samantha calmly returned to the room closing both the patio door and the sheer curtains but leaving the drapes open. I took her in my arms and we embraced, the game having ended for now.
We fell back onto the bed and I entered her again feeling the tiny droplets of her pee on my belly as I penetrated her. It was rapturous but I resisted coming and turned her on her side facing away from me. I lifted her thigh so that I could enter her from behind and below, holding her against me and caressing her breasts as we thrust. She was lost in pleasure in the fading, shadowy twilight that spilled in through the window.
I heard Alicia come in the door and watched as she glided, almost transfixed over to the bed where her boyfriend was presently fucking her mother. She untied her dress and let it fall to the floor but retained her stockings and shoes.
She moved onto the far side of the large bed and began caressing her mother's breasts with her hands. As she brought her mouth to her mother's and embraced her as only a lover would ever do, with tongues and sweetness and...lust, I could no longer contain my own orgasm. I ran my hands over Samantha's face, through Alicia's long hair and then back, discharging a huge load of hot semen into Samantha's wet vagina.
Having spent my load, I passed the torch to my beloved Alicia to consummate perhaps the rarest of all perverted acts that violates the most sacred of taboos, mother-daughter incest.
******
I wish I could say that their lovemaking was somehow more animated or spectacular but it was much like what Alicia had done with Aunt Carol. They caressed each other's breasts and nipples with mouths and fingers, spending a long time just whispering to one another between outbursts.
Alicia was the first to receive oral sex from Samantha and experienced her first of about four orgasms that I counted during their encounter. Alicia wanted desperately to reciprocate and spent nearly fifteen minutes toying with her mother's vagina before letting her come in ecstasy. They rested a bit before moving into 69 position with Alicia on top. As her mother licked Alicia's vagina from below she inserted two fingers into her and massaged inside. Alicia responded with a very sudden sharp orgasm and several spurts that left her mother smiling and relieved. Between muffled love making she whispered that she had once had that happen and thought it was pee but now that she had tasted it she knew it was really just wetness from inside.
What the observer could not see was the internal, subtle communication that was transpiring between them. They were touching in a way that reshaped all that they had been or would be. All the denial and fear and shame were joyfully forgotten leaving only this moment, this fulfillment, of an unspeakable passion that has been experienced by only a few thousand women in all of human history.
When each had been satisfied the two women, mother and daughter, lay naked and unashamed, wrapped in each others arms, sleeping peacefully on the king size bed. I was left to my dreams for the moment, in awe of the power of such passionate women.
My reverie was brief. Sometime in the wee hours I came out of my groggy sleep distinctly aware that I had an erection and that someone was giving me head. Only a single room light was on but as I peered through half open eyes I could see the nude forms of Alicia on my left and Samantha on my right. Samantha was sucking me as Alicia looked up smiling.
"You weren't supposed to wake up. We were trying an experiment to see if we could make you come in your sleep. It happens to us girls a lot but Mom said it couldn't happen to men. I guess now we'll never know."
I rolled onto my back and the two women continued their playful exploration of my penis and balls like I was a science experiment. Samantha was stroking my balls with her finger nails while Alicia tongued just my moist little slit. They'd ask what felt best and giggled like schools girls while they drove me nuts.
I reached down and began stroking Samantha's labia through her wiry dark bush which was wet. Her pink inner membranes contrasted with the darker hue of her protruding labia which curled about her vaginal opening. Taking my hint she slid up the bed, lifted her left leg over my chest and straddled me, facing my feet. I eased her hips up towards my face and spread her open with my fingers.
The her pubic hair was encrusted with drops of dried come and her own wetness As I penetrated her with my tongue a thin strand of my semen from this afternoons fucking rolled onto my tongue. I fell back on the pillow and in perfect, stuporous, Homer Simpson style exclaimed,
"Mmmmmmmm...peeen-yaaaaa colaaaadaaaaa."
Alicia mounted me facing her mom. My well primed penis once again was ensheathed by her warm, muscular, and very lubricated young vagina. As she used me, she felt her mothers breasts. Samantha returned the gesture, then let Alicia suck her while I was sucking her clit into my mouth. It was a truly joyful orgy of complete hedonist abandon.
I thought afterward how simplistic and unsatisfying watching sex was compared to the multi sensual experience of doing it. The feel of the women's skin, Alicia so smooth like doeskin or velvet while Samantha's skin was more mottled with tiny, nearly invisible hairs on her buttocks and around her nipples.
The smell of their hair which was different from their skin which was different from their genitals. The soft pendulousness of Samantha's breasts which Alicia massaged gently as she ground against me, coming at least twice in short succession.
The sound of each of their voices, not just as they convulsed in heart pounding orgasm, but all during sex as they whispered and murmured and even... laughed playfully. I began to understand why most women find porn so totally unsatisfying. They delight in all the senses while paper and video tape are flat, lifeless...boring, compared to the textures and smells and sounds of a real living human being. Still, I mused, real life does have its limitations. There's no freeze-frame button.
Alicia dismounted me so that she and her mom could enjoy making me ejaculate together which was their real objective since waking up. She had told me when she first came to visit how much she loved watching a man really shoot his load, the animal-like sense of it. With both Samantha and Alicia's faces inches from my penis Alicia began stroking my whole shaft with her slippery fingers. When she felt my first pre-ejaculation spasm she looked directly at her mom and took my penis in her mouth about three inches just enough to capture every drop of my volcanic ejaculate which took about ten seconds to subside.
Laying back, I could see in the subdued light as Alicia slid over to Samantha and embraced her lips with my semen still in her mouth. Then Samantha, now on her back, opened her mouth while Alicia, holding herself by her arms above, opened hers as well. A large glob of semen mixed with saliva rolled off Alicia's pink tongue directly into Samantha's gaping mouth and, with one hedonistic swallow, down her throat.
Alicia was sitting opposite her mom and fingering herself. Samantha sat up and locked eyes with her daughter and began doing the same as they competed to excite the other and intensify their onastic pleasure. After two orgasms like this I finally had to break in.
"Will you two give it a rest already? We've go a full day of video fucking tomorrow and you're going to be too sore to fuck anyone at this rate Alicia."
She pummeled me with a pillow in protest but agreed she'd had an incredible day and she needed to build up for tomorrow. For now she retired to the other bed while Samantha and I cuddled a bit before falling back asleep in each others arms.
The sound of the 9:00 wake up call startled me from a sound sleep. I rolled out of bed right over a big wet spot on the sheet and splashed some water on my face before waking Alicia and her mom, neither of whom even stirred when the phone rang. I gave them first shot at the bathroom since the ladies would no doubt take longer to get ready and made some coffee for all of us. I brought their cups into the bathroom where Alicia had run the large tub.
"Care to join us?", Alicia offered.
"Hey, you've got a 10:30 call and if we start into this shit again you're never going to make it. Can we just think about business for ten minutes, sweetheart?"
My concerns went unheeded as Alicia and her mom were determined to reenact and fulfill their bathtub fantasy this time with the freedom to consummate what had only been suppressed dreams before. They got in the tub and washed each other, mixing it with playful lovemaking but nothing real wild. After a bit they got out, dried off, and went to work putting on their makeup and brushing out their hair, both still nude with no concern for privacy.
Samantha had brought Alicia a change of clothes, a short, print tunic dress with spaghetti straps which barely covered her buttocks. In the interest of preventing a big mother-daughter fight Alicia agreed to wear the white thong panties her mom had brought but only after a protest. There was no question she would not wear the matching bra.
She stepped into white, high heeled sandals with an ankle strap that raised her hem even more provocatively and bent over to buckle them giving me another reason to love her from any angle. I meanwhile was checking the weather channel and praying for a Santa Ana wind.
Samantha had packed something a little more exotic for herself including a matching satin bra, panties, and garter belt set in a shade of bone and real, old-fashioned silk stockings, the kind with seams up the back and wide welts. They were a bit big for her and came high up her thighs without rolling over the welt.
She adjusted her garters to snug up the stockings then pulled her dress, a very lightweight white cotton summer caftan made from nearly see-through India cloth, over her head. Her undies were discernible under the dress at close range but it was far too warm to bother with a slip today. Anyway, it made her feel more daring and she wanted to be daring on this trip.
When Alicia said it might look even nicer without the bra Samantha retorted that it was more a concession to the effects of childbirth and time than modesty. She was gorgeous, they both were gorgeous, as my unrestrained erection was attesting.
They decided to get some breakfast in the dining room and wait for me to join them. Samantha tried to prepare herself for the inevitable glances she was sure to get from the guests who had witnessed our fun and games last evening. I showered and shaved and was doing my teeth when the room phone rang. With a mouthful of toothpaste foam, I answered.
"Yeah?"
"Ah, Chris. I think you need to come down here like, right now. It looks like...ah...we may have a little...problem". It was Alicia. "There's this woman...and...well, she called the...cops."
"There's no problem", I returned cutting her off. "Wait, there and I'll be right down."
With the resolve of Dirty Harry I grabbed one of the face towels from the wash basin and tucked it around my waist. It was open along my right thigh up to my buttocks but my cock was veiled at least from the front. With an expression of complete determination I opened the room door and strode to the elevator, riding it down to the now bustling lobby.
There were several young and middle-aged couples milling about who took and obligatory look at my muscled physique and loincloth attire but seemed eerily unconcerned or shocked. Alicia's face turned even whiter than it already was and her eyes opened up like saucers. Samantha, perhaps more experienced in these matters, merely snickered.
"That's one of them. That's one of those disgusting people from last night", the matron we had teased last evening shouted rising in righteous indignation and pointing me out to the Mexican cop who was taking notes. "They're all perverts and I want them arrested this instant. You all saw them last night".
She was addressing some of the milling guests.
"We could see them from our room on the other side, the hussy. She took off every stitch of her clothing and then...I can hardly say it...then she began to...wee-wee right in public. My God, a grown woman wee-weeing like that. Isn't that illegal here, officer?"
Her husband was looking through Samantha's dress at her stylish 1950's stockings and trying not to grin from behind the folds his wife's flared skirt.
"Officer",I said in a subdued voice, "perhaps I should give you my account in private, over here."
We stepped aside out of earshot.
"Eees what the Senora saying, so, Senor?", he queried.
"Well, I'm afraid its all quite true and we're terribly sorry if we caused a fuss. But you see my girlfriend over there."
I pointed to Alicia and his eyes scanned her torso.
"The senorita is mui bonito. You are one lucky muchacho."
"Yes, well she and me and the other senora, that's her mamasita, are expected over at the big factory in about 45 minutes. You know about the factory, of course?"
"Ah si, the factory. You are with the factory people, then?"
"That's a big si officer. I'm sure your supervisors will be most grateful if you were able to dispose of this matter...discreetly."
"Mmmm. Well, I am beginning to see your point. Let me see what I can do."
We walked back over to the red-face elderly woman.
"I'm sorry Senora but there seems to be a problem with your story. If you'll just come down with me to the estation I would like to question you about... some reports of some wealthy older women involved in a very big smuggling operation."
As he led the white-face ranting woman and her CEO husband from the hotel I could hear the last parts of the conversation.
"Please. Senora there are only a few questions and a...small cavity search... and you will be on your way in no time."
I smugly turned and walked back to the elevator leaving Alicia and Samantha sitting in dumbfounded wonder. As I got on, two absolutely perfect 10 women in their early 20's got on in front of me both in the most insignificant of thong bikinis and wearing high heels. We exchanged flirtatious smiles and I let the door close before pulling the front of my towel back. I stood behind one of the girls, the dark haired beauty by chance, intoxicated by the scent of...cocoanut oil and shampoo. I held my penis and lightly stroked it over her fully exposed velvety buttock cheek letting my drop of seminal fluid streak her oiled flesh. She was still and silent except for a tiny gasp of recognition at my first contact. When she got out she walked away perched on her stately high heels like the naughty thoroughbred of sex that she was.
"What the fuck is going on here, Chris? I was sure we were in deep shit", Alicia said as I returned now in my shirt and jeans and sipped my pineapple juice.
"You're incredible with sex Alicia but you still have a lot to learn about the world, darling. I wasn't really sure what was going on myself until we checked in last evening. Did you notice the two girls that checked us in at the desk? They were the same girls that had been sitting in the reception area at the studio when we first arrived. They work in the videos, sweetheart, and they work here...and its all the same job.
There's two groups of people staying here but you can't tell the players withouta scorecard and that's intentional. The first group is just ordinary folks from Peoria or Ontario that find out about this place and just want a very different adult vacation. A chance to vacation with porn stars.
You see,the other group of people here are other porn people, actors, crew, and...families. They like the fact that they can stay in a luxury resort as a kind of perk for their services and...they know that all the rules are off. Its kind of the price of staying here and the other group knows it. They never know what outrageousness might just occur at any moment and the porn people can live out their real world exhibitionist fantasies in semi-security. Some time I'll have to tell you about the night Uncle Jerry and I hit the bars while you and Aunt Carol were getting to know each other. It was all arranged and it looked so fucking real and...it's like a fucking Disneyland for adults."
"You...you bastard Christopher! Do you have any idea the torture you put me through last night with our little game? Why didn't you tell me what this place was about...I was baring my...I mean...doing that in public and...I was so humiliated...but if I'd known..."
"If you'd known and peed in front of everyone it would have been just acting, safe, insulated, and dehumanized. And it wouldn't have proved a thing except you could perform like the other zombies on the videos. What you did you believed was absolutely real, something that you could never separate from your private life the way the porn stars do with their scenes."
"If this was all a setup than how come that old bitch freaked and called the cops on us?", Alicia cut in trying to prove I wasn't so damned smart after all.
"Either she has a very bad travel agent or, as I suspect, that's her trip... you know the blue-nosed, tongue clicking disapproval at the debauchery just before retiring with hubby and recounting the entire sordid scene as they fucked their asses off. Was it just me or did you hear a real muffled buzzing coming from under the front of her dress, like about where her pussy should be?"
"Yes, I heard that but I thought it was some little motor somewhere. It was probably one of those vibrating egg things...they keep sending me the catalogs for those things...I've never actually tried...", Samantha said blushing at her accidental revelation that she had experimented with toys.
It seemed somehow quaint at this point.
"And the cop? Huh?", Alicia whined.
"When Uncle Jerry had you sign your contracts and release forms did you bother to actually read them? I did. The contract was with 'Excelsior Productions, Inc.' and, in little tiny print it said, 'A Division of Ancora Corp'. Now, if you look outside at the resort sign what does it say, under 'Aqua D'Oro Resort'?"
"It says 'Aqua D'Oro Resort, by Ancora'. So the resort owns the video factory?"
"Probably the other way around. The porn finances the resort but it all goes in one big pot eventually, Ancora Corp. This hotel and most of the oceanfront property is all owned by, and for Ancora Corp. And with that kind of money and this being Mexico and all, they also own the police, fire, city government and most of the military in this area, I suspect."
We finished and went to the desk to check out. The Hispanic male clerk was standing against the high desk and completed our phony bill. He looked a bit dreamy and when Alicia reached over to hand back his pen he took her fingers and held them to his nose and lips giving her a small kiss.
"Miss Aronesti. On behalf of the staff of Aqua D'Oro I want to express our delight in having you stay with us along with your...imaginative...relations. Please come back whenever you wish and...indulge...yourself, all complementary of course."
"My pleasure, I'm sure. I should...like... be able to afford it after doing my video don't you think? Chris? CHRIS?"
He seemed to stiffen and shift back a bit. Alicia and I looked down together to see he had dropped his pants to his ankles and was about to ejaculate all over the face of a darling black beauty who had been sucking him off under the desk even as we were speaking. He shot his load across her chocolate cheeks that drooled off onto her large black breasts below. She was nude except for high heels and a little starched maid's apron.
I took Alicia's hand and escorted her out the door as several strangers smiled admiringly at her...and her mom. Ah yes, the happiest fucking place on earth.
As we came out of the resort heading for the car a white stretch limo rolled up to the curb. The door was opened by the driver who said he had been sent to pick up Miss Aronesti. I was all set to get in when I saw that the limo was nearly full with the six female co-stars that were in the video with Alicia. There was only room for her. As she got in, the other girls immediately started fooling around with her. She was nicely dressed compared to most of them and they had her dress nearly off almost by the time the driver had closed the door.
"Where do they find these nymphos?", I remember thinking as they drove off.
Samantha and I got in the rental car after loading the bags and rode to the factory listening to the radio. It was the first moment I fully realized how Alicia's life had changed...forever.
*******
Alicia disappeared into a rehearsal set almost immediately after arriving. She had to do a scene in her school uniform to set up the locker room shot yesterday. It was all lame dialogue and such, not exactly Merchant and Ivory, but honest. The scene was shot with Rachel, the AD, actually directing this time. Juliette preferred working on the hard-core scenes. The others tended to depress her according to Rachel.
Then it was off to do another setup scene for the big messy finale to be shot around five. Alicia was to wear a silver metallic prom gown that hugged her like a second skin, with shimmery thigh-top nylons and matching shoes. With her hair piled elegantly atop her head and in full evening makeup she was a queen.
Samantha and I kept out of the way as she rehearsed her lines with the six other girls in the shot. There were two that actually looked about Alicia's age, the others were hardly high school material but nobody would really notice much once the clothes started coming off.
It was nearly time for the final scene and Juliette had come down to get set up. She came over to me and Samantha, sitting on a table near the set.
"Hi Chris! Hope you're ready for some real wild fun today."
I couldn't tell from her expression if she meant the scene or something else. "And
"This must be Alicia's mom, Samantha is it? You must be so...thrilled to have a daughter as beautiful and talented as Alicia with such an... appetite for...pussy?"
Her eyes held Samantha's for a moment. There was no sense pretending this was Hollywood. Juliette wanted to understand what Samantha was really doing here and to test her resolve to endure it. It was hard for her to imagine how a mother could watch with dispassion as her own daughter performed sex acts in public for money.
Rather than being shocked, Samantha welcomed Juliette's tough, brutal honesty. She had been pretending far too long herself about her feelings and her life and it was a relief to be direct with another woman.
"I just want what's best for Alicia. If she's half as passionate fucking other women and men in your video as she was with me, her mother, in our bed last night, I know she will bring pleasure to everyone that sees her."
Juliette was impressed. There were lines even she had never crossed in her long, hedonist private life, dark places that she had refused to explore. Incest was one of these. Not in real life anyway. Aunt Peg...Taboo... that was all just so much play acting and fantasy. When she occasionally crossed paths with people who had been to these places she always felt admiration and even...reverence. She gave Samantha a small kiss of spiritual kinship.
"I heard about your...incontinence...problem over at the resort. Very kinky. I don't suppose this bad boy had any part in it now, did he?" she asked Samantha rhetorically as she squeezed my ass through my jeans hard enough to hurt.
"I could never do that on camera the few times I was asked. Just wouldn't come out when the director told me to do it. Now C.J., C.J. Laing. There was a girl that could pee on cue like a fire hydrant. Too bad about the drugs though. God, what a fuck up."
After pausing a moment she continued,
"Well, got to go. Nice meeting you Samantha. Very nice. Oh, you're both invited to the wrap party after the last shot. And Chris, don't forget our little soiree. I can't let little Alicia have your big, beautiful cock all to herself now can I? Byeee."
She headed back to her director's chair ready for Scene 50.
The set was a remarkable reproduction of an institutional kitchen all in stainless and tile. There were overhanging ventilation hoods with pots and pans dangling beneath, and a large industrial mixer with a 15 gallon stainless bowl which sat on its own stand on the floor.
Layed out on the stainless counter tops were about five grand worth of every kind of cream pie, frosted cake, and gooey whipped cream pastry imaginable. They were under plastic sheeting to keep fresh until the scene was started.
There was also a false floor of vinyl tile on top of a layer of plastic sheeting which protected the wood sound stage floor beneath. There would be three cameras for this scene, two hand-held that were wrapped in plastic wrap as well except for the lenses. The plastic wrap wouldn't crinkle on mike the way the plastic sheeting would. I half expected Gallagher to show up with his mallet for this scene but Juliette had something hotter in mind.
The "talent" for the finale would include Alicia and her six new nympho girlfriends all of whom were already experienced in the porno industry. They arrived giggling and adjusting their costumes and lingerie with a kind of anxious energy that infected the whole crew.
Alicia fit right in helping one girl with her zipper and another with a faulty garter tab that kept slipping off the nylon stocking it was supposed to hold. Alicia's silver mettalic sequened gown with stockings and silver heels was spectacular but the other girls were beautifully decked out as well. One dark beauty was in a burgundy and black velvet gown, and another darker blond girl with enormous tits was wearing a black satin evening gown with seamed hose and strap high heels.
There was an all white lace ruffled gown with thin spaghetti straps worn by a very tall, statuesque brunette with the most perfect shapely legs I had ever seen. She was an exercise instructor at the resort when she wasn't doing porno. All of them had on evening makeup with their hair either piled high or hanging sensuously in long falls or curls. Even the jewelry was dressy and sparkling, with simulated diamonds and pearls adorning their ears and swinging suggestively against their bare necks below.
The prop master then briefed them on where things were and what to look out for once things got hot and heavy.
"Don't whatever you do get any of the salad oil in your eyes or we'll have to stop and rinse it out. And don't swallow any of the stuff that goes up... anyone's...well, you know the rules. Its not very healthy and we don't want people showing up with E-coli infections.
Now, up here in the cabinets are the large cans of stuff, chocolate syrup, honey, salad oil, and my favorite, chocolate and vanilla pudding. These are gallon cans with the lids already off and filed so nobody will get cut on the edges. They've been sitting in the lights a while so they shouldn't be real cold but don't count on it. The brownie mix is in the big stainless mixer bowl but don't dump that until Juliette says, and be careful, 15 gallons of chocolate brownie mix weighs about 50 pounds. Now, for the water system...".
As he continued the girls were squealing and laughing at what they were going to do like kids waiting for a birthday party. Juliette was about ready and the crew was in position.
The premise was that the girls were at the prom but decided to vandalize all the party stuff in the kitchen to get back at the principal and...so on.
To me there was really only one partof the scene that would take real imagination. Everybody already knew how the scene would start with all the pretty girls parading ominously through the pastries and deciding where to strike. And everybody knew where things were going to end up, in a total, fucking mess. The real trick would be to connect the two visuals in a way that made it believable and...sensual.
The girls came in on tiptoe and flipped on the dummy light switch. The set was illuminated fully and the time clock on the lifespan of the five thousand dollars worth of pastries started ticking down.
There was some dialogue and a few camera relocations before things got serious. One of the girls strolled slowly by a large iced cake and swiped a long finger full placing it in her mouth and savoring the sweet taste. Then another began licking the creamy edge of a puff pastry getting traces of the white whipped cream on her mouth and nose. So far the dieter's in the audience were getting excited but still no sensuous transition.
Then, calling up some inner childish, animal genius Alicia set up in her mind the moment of truth. She was leading the story from silly to sensuous and Juliette, always the pro, followed her with two cameras.
She glided over to one of the stainless steel cabinets above the counter and opened it. It was high enough to make it difficult for her, even in her heels, to reach up and bring down the heavy cans.
The camera followed up her arm to her hand as it traced up the side of a large one gallon industrial can of chocolate syrup, trying to reach it and take it down. A wide shot showed her extended, stretching and pulling up the hem of her silver gown over her white and silver thigh top stockings. Her right heel popped out of her silver pump as her stretch reached a climax.
With exquisite timing, she hooked her index finger over the edge of the large can and...tipped it on its side against the shelf.
A dark chocolate ribbon of sticky sweet syrup cascaded from the shelf and ran perfectly over Alicia's exposed neck. Her low cut gown and full cleavage provided the perfect channel for the syrup, funneling it between her breasts. As the camera pulled back it showed her dress amazingly clean with the brown torrent draining down the front of her tight dress. What it also showed was the exquisite pleasure and surprise in Alicia's young face as the cool, thick syrup spread inside her dress, over her breasts, down her warm belly and back, down the crack of her ass, unimpeded by panties, and between her thighs.
It was all happening inside her silver evening dress in slow motion and yet we felt every drop against her skin from her expression of rapture. The camera slowly panned down to her legs as the sticky chocolate streamed from her hem in front and back and ran down the insides of her parted legs, pooling between her silver pumps in a brown puddle.
Climbing up on the counter she cautiously brought down the next can to be 'experienced', USDA 100% Pure Honey. She sat on the counter, her silver gown now tugged up and her legs spread to show the brown stains down her upper thighs, the ruined stockings, and her pink shaved vagina perfectly lit from the front by the fast thinking crew.
She threw back her head and tipped the entire gallon can down her front closing her eyes in delight. Looking up her gown, the ribbon of golden honey could be seen descending slowly across her spread lips like a transparent curtain. The thought on every man and woman's mind at that moment could only be, "Oh God, what must that feel like!"
She lowered the straps of the silver gown to reveal her glistening breasts, their nipples full and ripe from their cold annoiting. She cupped her breasts underneath and slid her hands over her slippery flesh then reached down inside her gown. Her hand was visible from the low angle as she pried open her labia and massaged in the chocolate and honey. She then took her hand out and brought it to her lips, licking the strange mixture of chocolate, honey, and her own woman's wetness from each finger.
As the other girls took the cue, the gowns and undies started coming off and the scene turned to pastry. The voluptuous dark blond had a shaved pussy as well and made good use of it. She positioned her bottom directly above a very large banana cream pie on the floor and, at Juliette's visual cue, proceeded to sit directly in it, driving the cream filling and whipped topping up over her belly and ass. Alicia, now nude except for her thigh tops, joined her on the floor and began eating the cream from between her open legs. The blond was genuinely turned on and Alicia wanted desperately to lick her to orgasm but, alas, there were so many pastries and so little time.
Two girls got on the floor together in panties and bras while a third dumped a two gallon can of salad oil over their hair and bodies. They fell onto each other, pressing and rubbing their breasts and nipples against the other's as the white bras and panties became transparent from the oil.
Alicia took a large chocolate cake with chocolate icing and mashed it against the breasts of another brunette smearing it down her entire front and licking the sweet icing from her pert nipples. Cans of chocolate pudding then appeared poured over the writhing bodies of two girls now locked in 69 position and determined to get each other off no matter what the fucking director asked for.
It was soon clear the girls had made as much a mess as they could with the pastries and were so horny all they really wanted to eat was each other. Juliette insisted they dump out the vat of brownie mix which spilled on the floor and formed a big brown puddle for Alicia and her blond friend to wrestle in.
It was funny how the girls naturally found partners they preferred from the bevy of equally gorgeous nymphs. Call it chemistry. With the scene of utter debauchery 'in the can' Juliette whispered some last instructions to the crew in their headsets and shouted,
"Cut."
A brief moment of silence followed as the tape technician verified a good signal and sound on the tape with a ten second playback. Then Juliette gave the signal that the whole crazy crew had been waiting two weeks for.
"Ok kids. We're clear. Everybody out of the pool. That's a wrap."
Before leaving the set the girls were treated to a quick cold water hose down that served two purposes. First, it knocked off most of the big chunks of cake and icing from their body cavities so they wouldn't be dropping pieces in the hall on their way back to the dressing rooms. Second, the cold water subdued some of their raging hormones long enough to get them off the set in the first place so the crew could begin breaking it down. They lined up one by one and got hosed, squealing and laughing as the spray jet shot cold water through their hair, between their legs, and across their ass cheeks.
I stayed back letting Alicia have her fun. I noticed as she left the set she was holding hands with the buxom blond older girl she's gone down on in the scene. It was almost like a school mate or something but it also helped steady them both as they walked across the slippery mess.
Juliette disconnected herself from the headset and got up out of her chair.
"I have some business to attend to but I really do want to talk with you... personally upstairs in my office...say in about half-an-hour. We can come back to the party after we're done...talking", she said to me between interruptions from the crew's last minute requests.
I nodded and she was gone.
"Well Samantha, how'd you like the scene. Wasn't Alicia fabulous?", I said as she walked up to me from where she had been viewing the scene.
"Pretty wild...Alicia was always such a neat girl. It must have been a hoot to just let go and make a mess like that. Did you see when the honey went down her dress? I had shivers just watching her face and imagining the sensation of...still. I didn't see her come at all in the scene, did you?"
"You're right. She was turned on but they kept interrupting everyone before they could get off. I bet she's really wound up."
Then, in a moment of candor, I changed the subject.
"You know, Samantha, at some point this whole wild thing has got to end. I mean, since I came down and fucked Aunt Carol, and then Alicia came, and now with you getting involved and all...I feel like I've been caught up in some giant, perverted tornado like in the Wizard of Oz...at some point...we all have to go back to Kansas. I've really been thinking... maybe Alicia and I should...get married...you know, once she graduates. You'd be a great mother-in-law.", I said smiling.
"Only if you let me come along on the honeymoon. We could all share the wedding night together couldn't we, darling. Chris, listen to me. You're both way too young for marriage. You've got school and Alicia...she has the talent to really make something exciting of her life. Don't clip her wings so soon, sweetheart.
For me, I've spent too many years in Kansas and, fuck it Chris, I'm never going back. I decided that the night your aunt called and we got into it again. I had never masturbated on the telephone with anyone, man or woman, before that night and it awakened something in me that I thought was long dead. You helped me to so much last night darling I can't tell you. I found that it was all right to be the woman I wanted to be and not some socially acceptable stereotype.
When I was nine or ten I went to visit my cousins up state. They had four kids, two girls and two boys. The boys were older than me, twelve and eleven, and the girls were my age and younger. My cousin Emily was my age and had long red hair that she wore in braids.
We had all gone to the beach one day and had been playing in the sand and teasing Emily's brothers. At one point I had to pee and I told Emily and we decided to take her little sister with us behind the bushes to pee since there were no bathrooms on the beach. We all walked back together and took off our suits so we wouldn't mess them.
There was a little sand pit that the three of us stood around and we linked arms and just started peeing...three little girls just having an innocent pee. Emily and I just had the beginnings of pubic hair, peach fuzz, but her sister was still smooth. Breasts were still a couple years off.
I looked up at one point and I could see my boy cousins under a bush watching us like that and...I felt aroused for the first time I could remember...not just an innocent tickle but the real thing...a hot flush of sensation in my clit and inside my abdomen that made me want to touch myself. I was looking over at Emily and she could see the expression on my face but we just stood there in silence. I guess she saw them too because she got mad and chased them off and then we got dressed. I used to think about that day when I would lay in bed at night. I wanted so badly to really do it and I stopped myself...like a good girl.
Last night you took me back to that beach...to that first intense sensation when I discovered what a woman's...a grown woman's body could experience. Whatever you and Alicia eventually do, I will support you. But I can't go back to where I came from. Not any more."
"There's someone I'd like you to meet. You feel like your up for a little fun. Wait here and I'll see if I can...fix you up for the party."
I grabbed a two paper cups from the back table filled with refreshments for the cast and crew. Then I walked over to Trey, the thin, tall black stud that had taken Alicia's anal virginity in front of me yesterday. He was bullshitting with some white girl who was in the process of brushing him off coldly.
"Trey. Chris. Remember me. Alicia's boyfriend."
"Chris, yeah, my man. You like our scene man. She is gonna be big in this biz, you watch."
"I wanted to ask you something but I didn't get to talk to you after the scene. You fucked Alicia in both her pussy and her ass. Is it...like... different...you know...how does it feel different?", I asked as I handed him one of the paper cups in my hand.
"You mean you ain't done that little woman up the ass yet. Chris, you're leading a deprived existence. Yeah, it feels different, sure. More with older women you know, when they get fucked out in their pussies their asses still are...tight. 'Course Alicia, now she's special, you know, she got that pussy muscle thing and being young and all its pretty much a tie in my book. You saying she ain't done anal until me?"
"Not that I ever heard about. She was an anal virgin till you popped her yesterday, right in front of me."
"Hey, no hard feelings, man. Its a job but somebody gots to do it. I got to admit she really got me off with her pussy squirting and the way she dug it. See, women don't get the same pleasure from anal as pussy sex. Its more just the nastiness of it like admitting they're this fucking animal inside instead of a good girl. Virgin-whore, virgin-whore, that's the whole trip with these girls. You and me we'd go out and play ball or get in a fight or something to just get the energy out...but these women...they just use the sex...like they was getting back or something."
He took a sip from the cup I'd brought him.
"I see you found the drink...pineapple juice...man, the ladies just love that come when it tastes like pineapple juice."
"There's a lady I'd like you to meet. The brunette in the white see-through dress over by the wall."
"Mrs. Robinson? That's what we call older chicks that get off with porno people. She fucking you?"
"That's Alicia's mom, Samantha, and yeah, she's fucking me...she's even fucked with her daughter and me. Does this interest you?"
"Whoa, you into some real heavy shit there. You sure she likes...dark meat? Don't want trouble, you know, with the authorities."
"Right now she would fuck a horse if she could find one. Come on, I'll introduce you."
I strolled back to Samantha with Trey in tow and introduced him to her. Her expression said it all...no problem.
"I've never seen a black man's...of course everyone thinks that they're so much...larger, but its' just a myth isn't it?"
As they casually walked toward where the party would be I was sure Trey would be correcting Samantha's misunderstanding very soon.
"Chris, over here."
It was Alicia all washed up and pretty in her tiny chemise dress and platform heels. She had on a pair of black suspender hose this time. Her hem fell just below the darker reinforced portion of her hose at the tops of her thighs. She was still holding hands with the voluptuous, absolutely perfect, buxom blond girl she had done the scene with, now washed and made up and dressed in a black lightweight dress, incredibly short with a loose pleated skirt that barely covered her black stocking tops and garters when she was standing straight up. Next to her was a guy about 30 with long black curly hair that covered his ears. He was in good shape but not a muscle freak. I'd seen him in the video booth with the technical crew.
"Chris, this is Kimberly and her husband Jim. Kim had been in a bunch of these videos and she is so hot...I just love her, and Jim is with the video crew."
Kim made some motions with her hands and Jim translated.
"Kim says she saw you at the resort fucking Alicia's mom in the window and she said she had to meet you in a hurry. Anybody that crazy must be a great fuck."
Kim was hearing impaired. She could speak a little but used Jim to communicate her Amslan. Looking at her sparkling blue eyes and full, voluptuous lips I wished to God I had learned Amslan so I could tell her how beautiful she was without words. Of course, there are other ways of non-verbal communicating.
Alicia told me that Kim and Jim lived up at Lake Arrowhead and just came down for work. Jim was watching Alicia's mouth as she talked and I knew he was as smitten with her as I was with his wife, Kim. Kim broke in and Jim translated.
"We want you two to come stay with us for a long weekend up at Arrowhead. We can do some of the clubs and kind of flirt...and get into it. Jim really likes watching me get off with other guys and I know he'll enjoy watching us fuck".
She was looking at me as she signed but it was Jim's voice that I heard. It was wild, but confusing. I also assumed by "us" she was including Alicia and that Jim was going to fuck Alicia. Actually, I liked the idea. He was good looking and healthy and I know she'd really get off with him. I wasn't worried about losing her, he had his hands full with his own wife, Kim.
Jim said we should all go over to the Club at the other end of the studio where the wrap party was getting under way. We could experiment a bit and see if the chemistry was there. The Club was built just for the porn crew and, as a special, invitation-only treat, couples from the resort who weren't in the business but just liked "swinging" and stuff. Then he described the central feature of the Club.
"It's really state-of-the-art with a great sound system and D.J. The really cool part is the dance floor. Its about twenty by twenty and its solid acrylic...you know...transparent. Its built over this carpeted pit with cushions and ledges in it where people can just lounge and...experiment... while looking up and...enjoying the view as the ladies dance overhead. Its a real turn on for the girls who like to show off and it ain't bad for the dudes either. Kim wouldn't miss it. Its so hot without panties but some of the women, like in the crew, aren't quite that...free."
I was sold but I had one other piece of business to attend to...and it didn't involve Alicia. I explained that I had to talk to Juliette, the director, and said I'd join them when I was done. Then Kim spoke through Jim.
"Juliette asked to see you? She only does that for special people. I can't believe she's going to fuck you. She's like a goddess around here. You better tell us everything when you get done."
"She's sort of...old...isn't she Chris?", Alicia broke in. "I mean my mom is older but Juliette...its about a forty year difference. Does she turn you on?"
"When I look at her it triggers something from my memory that I can't explain. Its not her body alone...she's still pretty healthy...its that image of Aunt Peg, with the mirror between her legs...yeah, she turns me on."
Alicia and Kim and Jim followed Samantha and Trey out the back of the set and toward the Club. It was quiet on the set and only the maintenance lights were on. I went up the stairwell to the mahogany and leather appointed suite that served as Juliette Anderson's executive director's office.
******
I walked down the carpeted hall to the end where the large oak door was just barely open. In ordinary black letters it read "Juliette Anderson, Executive Director". I was about to knock when Juliette's voice called from inside.
"Come in Chris and have a seat. I'll be off the phone in a sec."
I went into the outer room of the suit. There was a black leather and stainless couch and matching chair and a very expensive crystal coffee table which looked like a block of ice. There were some books and magazines on it in English and something like German but weirder looking. Maybe Danish. Across from the sofa and chair and canted at an angle was a huge 50" wide screen TV. There was another oak door that led to her desk area but I didn't want to disturb her if she was in conference. It was very quiet away from the chaos of the set.
"Like my pet?", Juliette cooed as she stepped through her office door. She was wrapped in a fur coat which was a little strange for Mexican summer but could explain why the air conditioning was on so high on the second floor.
"Its ermine. I'd never actually kill the poor little things to make a coat but these were already dead so, what the fuck. Its not just any ermine coat, it has a special little secret. Can you guess the secret, Chris?"
"Well, for starters, I would guess that you're totally nude underneath it. Is that a fair bet?"
"Very good, my dear Holmes. But that's not the special part my sweet, or the fact that it set me back about seventy-five thousand dollars, either. No, the really nice part about this coat is that it's double-sided, there's ermine on the outside and there's all this soft, cuddly ermine on the inside as well. You can't imagine how it just tickles a girls...everything to wrap her nude body in seventy-five thousand dollars worth of the softest fur on the planet.
Now take off those fucking clothes before I have to spank you for being such a bad boy. Imagine making you girlfriend's mom do all that nasty stuff and then...my goodness...actually fucking her in front of her own daughter. Just shameful."
I peeled off my jeans last and stood for a moment as her eyes drank me in from head to toe. Her lips parted involuntarily as she glided up next to me, pulled open her ermine coat and pressed her very warm nude body up against me. She draped the oversized coat over my shoulders so that the furry insides were swishing over my buttocks and we locked our mouths in the most primitive and carnal of French kisses.
Her breasts were stretched and a bit lower, but as my hands brushed over them they had the supple texture and fleshy voluptuousness of a younger woman's. My hands roved over her ass cheeks behind, lifting them and caressing them in circles. Her skin wrinkled with pressure unlike Alicia's elastic melons or even Samantha's mottled cheeks but...it still...felt like a woman, nothing like the muscled sinews of a man's ass. She was also a great kisser, able to hold her breath longer than a woman half her age.
There was still one test of Mother Nature's bounty to women that I had to make. I brought my hand around her belly, slowly easing down over her ticklish pubic triangle. It was sparser and lighter than the natural blond bush of her youth that I had admired so much in the mirror scene. My finger slid along the insides of her pussy lips and she shivered and pressed up against me a bit more in rising passion. She was outrageously wet, eighteen-year-old-girl-on-her-first-date-with-the-high-school-quarterback wet. Her eyes opened and looked at me knowing that she had passed the test.
"If you know how to live your dreams as a woman...you never lose it."
She kissed me again before adding, "Of course, I also recommend a balanced diet, regular exercise, and very expensive hormone therapy. Along with a shot of strawberry lube."
I tasted my finger and...strawberry. Ok, so maybe you can't totally fool Mother Nature. But it wasn't all strawberry. There was another scent there that I tried to place. It was a woman's scent for sure but more complex. It smelled like sandalwood incense fanned through an old, musty movie theater. Like pine oil cleaner in a murky men's restroom. Like thousands of old men staring up at a beautiful woman on screen, exposing her genitals and her soul for them while they jerked off into a tissue in worship. It smelled like a legend.
"I want to put on a video while we...warm up."
No fucking way. I was about to fuck a legend and she thinks I need to watch a porno flick to get in the mood. Talk about killing the moment.
"Juliette, I really don't want or need to watch a stupid..."
"Shh. Humor me. Its an oldie but you might get a kick out of it."
She clicked on the wide screen and started the VCR. It was a flick I had never found in dad's stash called "Candy Stripers". The premise was there were these young nubile little hospital helpers called Candy Stripers that wore semi-nurses uniforms with peppermint strip aprons and helped the nurses.
Apparently the nurses and doctors and patients were also supposed to help themselves to the candy stripers as well. It was 35mm film on video which was another problem. I preferred the hard reality of video to the dream quality of film. Just my own bias I guess. The titles ran but Juliette was now performing oral sex on my erection and my reading ability was impaired.
This tape had also been edited because all of a sudden we were at some middle scene. One of the nubile nurses was supposed to send a candy striper to look in on one of the female patients who needed some "therapy". The female patient, a thinnish looking dark haired girl in a long black chiffon nightie pulled above her waist, was masturbating with a very ripe banana and clearly enjoying it. This was when the candy striper came in and "surprised" her.
Juliette had taken a breather at this point. As the girl came in she was facing away from the camera and then turned for her first frontal shot. There are moments in everyone's life that transform them, chaotically. That was then and this is now. This was one of those moments. The girl in the scene was unmistakable my own mother.
As she was 22 years ago, of course. She had straight, long blond hair with short bangs, not the cascading darker blond shoulder length perm she has now. She wasn't wearing her glasses either. But it was Mom. Beautiful, voluptuous, and utterly sensual in the short, crisp white uniform, with white stockings and shoes, and subtle but sexy eye and lip makeup that I'd never seen her wear in the 20 years I'd been her son. The connection was hard to make both in my brain and in my penis. This was Mom, do-your-homework-bringing-me-soup- when-I'm-sick-listen-to-cry-when-Dad-left, Mom.
She moved to the side of the other girl's hospital bed and watched her masturbating with the banana for a moment. Then she began to kiss her while her hand went down and massaged the girl's vagina.
It was not acting beyond a certain point. You can't pay women enough to "act" what they do on camera in hard core porn. It was real. It was Mom becoming genuinely aroused with another woman in front of a roomful of camera people and sound technicians.
Juliette had removed her coat and mounted my rigid penis taking her own pleasure and watching mine at the same time. She was open and wet and I glided easily up into the vagina that had held Leslie, and Holmes, and Gillis. I was in the Pussy Hall of Fame.
Mom...Karen...lifted her uniform over her head and slid off the white stockings on her legs, unveiling her nude young body for all to see. Her breasts were firm and rode high on her chest with smallish but visibly erect nipples. She had wonderful, wide thighs and hips, not heavy but voluptuous like a Gauguin woman. Her bush was trimmed in a narrow strip of light blond curls. She was determined and confident and totally aroused, as I'd seen Alicia get when her hormones kicked in during the double penetration shot.
She and the other girl now moved into 69 position and began eating each other in the bed. The camera shot was over the head of the dark haired girl looking up at Mom's gaping pink vagina as she was spread open. Her inner membranes were wet as her clit was vigorously sucked by the girl below her. She was licking and sucking the other girls vagina from above.
The sound was not synched well until my mom exploded with a very real, very vocal, orgasm. It was her voice, that slightly hoarse, lisping voice that I knew from my earliest moments of life. It even had the faint echoes of her accent from her humble roots in Georgia that she tried so hard all her life to cover out of shame. It only crept back in when she was out of control...either real mad...or about to have and orgasm on film. She was actually coming with a Southern accent.
Juliette made one final thrust with her hips just as the sound of my Mom's orgasm began and...I came inside her...aching, thrusting, panicked, scared, horny, confused, drained. I came with the sound of my own mother's orgasm in my ears and I knew I had crossed the line.
My orgasm didn't even dent my penis, as Juliette no doubt expected from her twenty year old lover. She resumed as my mom was fingering the other girl, first two, then three, and finally inserting her entire hand in her well lubricated vagina. With her hand inside, my mom began stroking the writhing woman as lust overcame all sense of modesty. It looked almost surreal to see my mom's arm terminated at the wrist inside the body of another woman as if it had been amputated. The woman came on cue with sweat visible on her face and chest from the exertion and pleasure.
Then the tape made another jump to the finale shot which looked like it would be the classic group sex curtain call. One pair caught my immediate attention and stiffened my cock inside Juliette, poking her cervix and causing her to wince. Laying on her back on a hospital gurney cart with her uniform skirt up over her waist was my mom. She was in white stockings and a garter belt but no panties and her pussy was open and inviting with her thighs drawn up in expectation of imminent penetration. And who should it be that was imminently going to penetrate her but...Uncle Jerry...with a really nice, well-veined, no-flex-about-it hard-on that told me he was really going to enjoy this.
They both enjoyed it. From the first moment of slow penetration, to the sounds of murmured cries and grunts and moans, to the frenzied, almost violent thrusting as their climax approached, there was no doubt that these people, at this moment, forever frozen in time, were in the throes of real sexual pleasure, so ubiquitous, yet so prized for its pure joy.
They were looking right into each others eyes as my mom came first and then Uncle Jerry, shooting his come onto her belly and garter belt and falling against her heaving chest where they exchanged satisfied kisses.
Juliette came for about the third time as she extracted her pleasure from my iron penis inside her. I finally came as well, arching up into her and trying to pierce her navel from the backside as I convulsed in a second gut wrenching orgasm.
"So that's how you knew my mom. She was in porn...with Uncle Jerry. Did you ever work with her?"
"No, darling. She was just another young girl in a sea of young girls that got into porn in the early days. It was the age of free love and birth control pills and some of the girls just got a little wild. I just admired her honesty. She was hot wasn't she, Chris?"
"I'd say the half cup of semen in your pussy would confirm that opinion. Juliette, how can I ever go home or look at her again...my mom...and see her... as...a sexual woman, with this secret life that she hid from me so long?"
"Jerry gave me the tape when we set up Alicia's contract. I wouldn't have remembered her without it. It was...a gift...the whole thing with staying at your aunt's was part of her...plan. Your mom, Karen wanted to tell you everything herself but couldn't risk it until she was sure you'd understand...how she could have been like that...and is...like that. You had to experience the freedom and joy of it. Talk to her. She wants you to call her."
"Not tonight", I said slipping on my jeans and staggered through the large oak door. The fucking tornado wasn't about to let me off.
******
I found my way to the Club on the other side of the studio. The music was typical dance crap but the pounding four beat was about all my brain cells could handle at this point. I picked up a pina colada, double rum this time, and looked for Alicia and friends. I found Alicia sitting alone at a small table with three other chairs. Samantha was no where to be found.
"Well, how was the big, famous director? I never heard of her before yesterday but everybody around here thinks she's some kind of...god or something."
"Ever have a day when you feel like you're living in a Greek tragedy."
"What's a Greek tragedy."
"A play, a story like. Did you ever read Oedipus Rex?" I was being a bit condescending with Alicia. Very passive-aggresive.
"Well, actually this year we're reading Gulliver's Travels. Its kind of rad. Little munchkins and stuff. Is edi-pus wrecks in Senior year?"
"I don't think so Alicia. Anyway you wouldn't like the ending."
"Why don't you ask me to dance? Kim and Jim are already out there and I want to dance on the glass floor and have everybody looking at my pussy. God, this club is so wild. I can't believe there are places like this."
Out on the acrylic dance floor were about fifteen couples, guys with girls and some girls with girls. I spied Kathy, the camera girl, dancing with Rachel, the AD. Kathy was no longer wearing a T-shirt and jeans but had put on a little leather mini-skirt with boots. She was topless and swinging her boobs to the beat with all her heart. Rachel looked a bit reserved wearing a tube top and denim shorts but I guess not all the women working there could be expected to be as exhibitionist as Alicia and her co-stars.
There were overhead strobes pulsating with the music and there were under skirt strobes from the occasional flash picture taken from the pit below. It was about six or seven feet below the glass floor and rimmed with neon and fluorescent lighting that shined upwards...for better viewing.
There was a flurry of flashes as Alicia and I stepped out onto the clear platform and started dancing. It was somewhat disorienting at first to look down into the pit, like you were going to fall or something but I kept looking forward at Alicia and she looked at me and we quickly adjusted.
We had gone dancing before and I knew she was a good dancer even when she was wearing panties. But the excitement of having all those unseen eyes peering up her short skirt at her legs, ass, and vagina really made her loose.
Frankly, I was getting as good a view of her pussy topside as the folks below as she spun and squatted and just plain lifted her skirt up off her ass every other step. She might as well have taken the damn thing off but it was her trip.
As we circulated we bumped into Kim and Jim who were into their own little dance routine. Kim was as free as Alicia and was flashing her pussy at me in a universal sign language that needed no words. She was looking for the polite moment to start the evening rolling. As usual, Alicia came to her rescue asking Jim to dance with her next.
Without being able to read her Amslan I was afraid I'd be at a disadvantage since she could still read my lips. The next tune was a ballad and it was time for some slow dancing. She was perspiring a bit from the wild dancing as I put my arm around her and drew her ample chest against me. I was dying to ask her how she felt in her short skirt, with the people below watching her but I wasn't sure I'd get an answer. I decided to see what she would say.
"Kim. You're really beautiful and hot. You must enjoy all the attention from the guys and the other girls. I have such an erection right now just looking at you standing there. I can't imagine what the people in the pit must feel. Just...tell me how...as a woman...it feels to be so...vulnerable and exposed."
She smiled up at me and licked the bit of perspiration from her upper lip. Then she began working her face down my chest, wiping me with her body at the same time lowering herself into a squat that opened her vagina to full view below us.
She lingered at my bulging crotch and smelled my well used penis inside my jeans. Then she let her legs slide out in front of her and around me so that her skirt was flared out around her and her vagina was kissing the clear floor below up.
She spent several tantalizing moments rocking and grinding her pussy against the floor then began her slow climb back up my torso finally ending her exploration in a tongue wrenching French kiss that left me breathless. She had made her state-of-mind quite clear, I thought.
She took my hand and led me to one of the side areas with cushions and dim lighting. There were other couples copulating in every known position and some I hadn't tried yet. The sounds of lovemaking were regrettably drowned out by the incessant music except for an occasional soprano shriek of "Ohhhh God. I'm COMINGGGG".
We found a free area and Kim undressed to her garters and stockings as I peeled off the jeans. We fell together with no conversation needed. I spent several minutes exploring her voluptuous breasts and then got between her legs and licked her to orgasm. She came with all the power of any woman but her voice was more gasping and breathy rather than a musical tone. She had learned to come without revealing her lack of speech but it felt like she was holding back with me as a result.
"Kim. When you come with me. Don't think about me or how you sound. It's not for me, its for you. Let go."
Her eyes narrowed and she pressed my hand which was laying on her still heaving breasts. I began to lick her again, slowly at first, then building to her climax with two of my fingers in her vagina. At last she arched up again but this time emitted the sound that was in her heart. It was a dull "woooo" repeated rhythmically with her spasms that lasted about ten seconds. It had been some time since she'd allowed herself to expose her voice to another man other than Jim. It was almost more intimate to her than her genitals which she proudly displayed on camera and in her private life. Then it was time for her to give back the pleasure.
She sucked me like a pro, which she was, without getting me over the top and without complaining about the strawberry lube taste from Juliette's pussy. Then she straddled my hips and impaled herself on my penis, wetting it in her soft, flooded inner folds.
I was guiding her thrusts when she lifted up and reached behind her grasping my penis in her slim fingers. I felt her guiding me to a spot where I'd never been, much higher than her vaginal opening. She was easing me into her ass. The lubrication from her vagina had eased the way and like a sausage going into a glove I ended up with my penis deep inside her warm rectum.
It was harder and less slippery than her pussy and the thinner walls stimulated me in a totally different way. Her pleasure was as much in seeing my expression as in the rather strange, urgent sensation of having a warm object up her bowels.
I thought it would take longer to come than it did but the muscular gripping was very exciting and after only a few rapid strokes I withdrew and shot a thin strand of semen up over her back.
She had just rolled over off me when who should appear from the murky darkness but Trey and Samantha, arm in arm, with Samantha's head against his chest. She had a dreamy expression of utter satisfaction. Somewhere during the evening she had lost her dress, bra, and panties and was strolling about in her garters and stockings. How enchanting.
"Hey man, care for a drink", Trey said handing me a styrofoam cup. He was wearing only his black boxers and looking pretty smug. I was pretty dry and needed a good slug of pineapple juice. I had taken two really good gulps before the taste hit me and I spit the remainder into the cup.
"What the fuck is this?", I blurted in disgust wiping my mouth.
"Piss man. Fucking piss fresh from Mrs. Robinson to you. She said you'd like it, man. Now you all grossed out. I thought you was a baaad mother fucker, Chris."
"Not yet, Trey, not yet", I said but the music was too loud for him to hear me.
I told Kim I wanted to wash up and that she should try to find Jim and Alicia, then I'd join them. She put her dress back on and gave me a nice kiss before dashing off toward the dance pit.
I found my way to a bathroom and was washing off my nude body with some wet towels. The bathrooms in the Club were a lot nicer than the one Alicia had used next to the makeup room. Then I noticed that there were no urinals anywhere. Two young girls came out of their stalls at about the same time and just giggled as they walked past me. Oh well, any port in a storm.
I made my way back over to the dance pit and walked down the steps to see what all the fun was about. Jim and Alicia were lying there in a nice lip lock which I interrupted.
"Are you two coming or going, no pun intended?", I quipped.
"Jim and I just had a wonderful time together. We really must go visit them in Arrowhead, Chris. He's got this wonderful chest full of hair that felt so go when I was rubbing my pussy on it..."
"I get the picture, Alicia. Maybe if I didn't shave for swimming you could fuck my chest hair?", I said, teasing her.
Kim came down from up on the dance floor and grabbed Alicia's wrist. They made their way up top to dance while I tried to learn something about the world we now were in.
"Kim is like an electric dynamo when she gets going. And she's just so gorgeous. Its just...well, sort of unusual with her hearing and everything that she would be doing videos. How does she get around that?"
"At first she just did doubling, you know, body double work for girls who couldn't do anal. And also group stuff, the big orgy shots at the end where everyone fucks everyone and all the sound is dubbed over crappy music. Then she got her tits and ass done and they tried to work her into starring shots. They're starting to use her with her signing, kind of the Marlie Mason of porn. The producers are very supportive and...some guys almost find it... sexy."
"It is kind of sexy. I mean she has to say with her eyes and hands and body what the other girls can do with lines. Looks like she and Alicia are practicing up there."
Above us the acrylic plank dance floor hung like a transparent ceiling. There were about ten couples still at it. Most of the women wore dresses or skirts and put on a very stylish show. There were panties and thigh tops with an occasional pantyhose conservative drifting overhead. Most of what you could see was the weird shuffling of shoe bottoms, gum and all, the swirl of a skirt here and the flash of a pantied crotch there. It was all pretty faceless from this angle.
Then there was the Alicia and Kim class. Their dresses were so outrageously short and flowing that it was silly for them to be wearing them at all, mostly just the idea of a skirt. Kim wore stockings and garters but Alicia had lost her suspender hose in her encounter with Jim and was bare underneath, shaved pussy and all.
They were both very good dancers even in the spindly high heels they wore but it was really misleading to call what they did dancing. They were making love in the vertical position. It was like a challenge game to see who could excite and one-up the other.
They would come together just long enough to touch lips and breasts then move apart, swaying their bodies suggestively as their feminine instincts inspired them to do. It was hot from any angle but from below, looking up at the bottomless bumps and grinds, it was cardiac arrest time.
Alicia drew on some of her athletic background and did a few splits right onto the glass floor leaving delicious smears from her overflowing vagina as it pressed up against the cool surface. They kept it up for about two long dance numbers before I saw them skip off to the outer corners to work off their pent up lust in a more traditional way.
"How did you guys end up here?", I asked Jim as the girls disappeared.
"I apprenticed in Hollywood right out of junior college and got my jouneyman's card so I could work film. Until Kim went full time about two years ago I just moonlighted with the porn video stuff.
I met Kim through a film I worked on about the hearing impaired. You would not have believed her when we first met. She was super shy and introverted especially with guys...because of her speaking and hearing. She dressed real conservative...I never saw her in a dress unless she was going to temple, always pants or shorts.
We dated for about a year before she came around to telling me her interest in...other girls. That's when I took her to one of the porn jobs I worked. She just stood in the back and watched everything but it began to open her eyes and her mind. She was so horny after watching that we'd go back and fuck for hours and I could see the energy that was pent up inside her. We were married about then and she kept coming to the porn jobs to get pointers.
About then we also met another couple with a really liberated wife and...started some swinging. Just light stuff at first, you know, flirting on dates, and walking arm in arm with the other guys wife, stuff like that.
Then we finally broke the ice and Kim had her first experience with another man and a woman in the same night. It was like opening the flood gates for her and she has never looked back. She got a whole new wardrobe and had her hair done like it is now.
The next real step is when she did an amateur video with me. Just some stuff of us making love, nothing big, but the camera watching her just turned her on like you wouldn't believe. She could see how beautiful and sexy she looked fucking on tape and it masked her...imperfection. She asked me to try to get her into one of the porn videos.
Her first job she had to double for two other stars who wouldn't take it up the ass on camera. They used body makeup to make her look different for each shot but I could tell her ass and pussy in the dark. She did great and they used her in some other scenes as well where nobody cared about lines.
Once she made some money she had her augmentations and started working full time. I still just moonlight with the crew but I'm thinking of retiring from the legit work and just doing porn. You meet a better class of people."
We'd been looking up skirts for about half-an-hour and it was getting near time to hit the road back to Aunt Carol's. It was after eleven now and it would take us an hour to get back over the border this time of night. Samantha would ride back with us, stay with my aunt for a few days and fly back with Alicia on Saturday. Two weeks I won't be forgetting soon and neither with the Aronestis.
Making our way past the writhing and moaning bodies that were still fucking in the dark recesses of the outer areas, Jim and I came to one where a crowd of about eight to ten were standing in various degrees of undress. None were nude so I figured they were probably from the resort...tourists so to speak. As I moved inside to look for Alicia I discovered what the crowd was watching.
In the subdued light of the cubicle were the three women, Kim, Alicia, and Samantha. Kim and Samantha had on their stockings and garters but nothing else while Alicia was naked as the day she was born to Samantha. Kim was eating Alicia as Alicia was eating Samantha as Samantha was eating Kim. A three way daisy chain of contorting, ecstatic, passionate woman playing out a hedonist fantasy for an admiring but unaware audience.
Kim's face glistened from Alicia's ejaculations, how many was anyone's guess. Alicia held her mother's clit in her mouth and was pulling it out with her lips rather violently. Samantha dove into Kim's pussy with delight, then had to pull her head back in her final orgasm of the night.
"Yesssss...ahhhhh...Alicia that's it suck my pussy...suck that clit...right there...right...OHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHH...I'm COMINGGGGGG".
The tour party sighed their approval not knowing the rarity of what they had just witnessed. Real incest. I wondered how they would individually react if they knew. Shock. Disgust. Lust. I knew what it did for me but then I was...different after tonight.
As Alicia and Samantha began getting dressed for the ride home, Juliette came by. I hadn't seen her anywhere in the Club until now. She had on a red satin teddy with sheer red stockings and garter belt beneath. The teddy had small sequins sewn into the lacy cups of the bra. We spoke only briefly and she gave me back the tape she'd gotten from Uncle Jerry.
"Don't be too hard on her, Chris. She made choices, some good, some not so good. I'm sure she loves you...you're all she's got now. Try to understand her...as...a woman."
******
We arrived back at Aunt Carol's around three AM. I used my key to let us in and tried not to wake my aunt and uncle. I let them use the room Alicia and I had been using and I went into the smaller back bedroom with all the candles to sleep.
Sunlight through the window woke me around 9:30 and I wandered into the large master bath to freshen up a bit before everyone got up. I had a rancid taste in my mouth and needed a shower. As I was standing over the john taking a pee, Aunt Carol came bounding in without so much as a knock. She was wearing a long off-white satin negligee with a plunging neck that almost reached her navel, trimmed in matching lace. Her breasts were only moderately inconvenienced by the restraint and the outline of her nipples was plainly visible.
"Excuse me, can I get a little privacy here?", I protested.
"Oh for heaven's sake Chris, I don't thing we have many secrets around here any more, do we, darling? You've seen me peeing and I didn't hear any objections? All of a sudden you're Mr. Modesty. Anyway, Did you see the tape?"
I started the water in the separate shower and tested it for temperature.
"I saw it. I saw her fucking her pussy off. I saw her fucking Uncle Jerry, as a matter of fact. You two ever share anyone else?"
"That was before I knew your Uncle and besides, I knew what he did when I married him. Karen never cared for him, she fucked him in a movie. She introduced us that's all. Jerry and I got married for a lot of complex reasons. He was my ticket to the wild world, and I was his...lost desire. He never touched Karen off the set, I swear it."
By now, Alicia had awaken. She came in wearing only her white bikini panties which she proceeded to lower and sit on the toilet, then peed away as if Aunt Carol and I were invisible.
"Alicia, does the phrase 'Familiarity breeds contempt' mean anything to you?", I said shaking my head.
"Huh? Who are you talking about?", she asked sleepily.
"My sister, Chris' Mom. Karen.", Aunt Carol responded.
"When I went up to see Juliette last night, we watched and old porn movie. An old porn movie with Karen Cortland where she fucked a woman in a hospital bed and then fucked Uncle Jerry on a gurney. My mom did porn flicks before I was born and I never fucking knew at thing."
The water cascading over my face and hair seem to quench my anger.
"Your mom. YOUR MOM did porn movies in the early days. Cool. She was always pretty without her glasses but I never thought she would...could...", Alicia said, astonished.
Alicia started the water in the big jacuzzi tub which was filling for her bath. Aunt Carol took off her negligee and was getting into the water with her when Samantha came in to see what the party was about. Her hair was totally mussed and she had on a black bra and spandex panties.
She walked nonchalantly over to the toilet, dropped her pants, and sat down for her own nice pee, not even bothering to flush from Alicia's use. Her legs fell open enough for me to see the yellow fluid drain from her body into the bowl. I thought his must be what it's like to have sisters.
"So, Chris. Did seeing the movie..like...turn you on for her? It must have turned you on, didn't it? I bet she's really a turn on in bed."
"Alicia, its my own mother, my MOM we're talking about. I can't...ever... it's not..."
"What? Right?", Samantha said standing and removing her bra to get into the hot shower with me. "What about Alicia and me? Is it all right for us and not for you. And what about your aunt. She's your blood aunt, darling, and you fucked her dozens of times by now. You've already committed the big I, my dear, its only a matter of how far you take it from here."
She had reached up and was stroking my wet penis as she stood next to me in the shower giving me my first erection of the day. Alicia was sucking Aunt Carol's tits as they were making their plans for later.
"First, us girls are going to my spa for a complete body treatment. Skin, nail, hair, the works, my treat. Then, we'll have lunch in the village. I know a darling place with the best pasta salads. Then, we'll head over to the mall and shop till we drop. How's that sound ladies?", Aunt Carol beamed.
"Where does that leave me?", I asked feeling a bit abandoned.
Samantha took my own hand and wrapped it around my erection, smiling. Taking my hint, I got out of the shower and let her wash her hair in peace.
"Call her. Soon. She wants to know, Chris. She's probably dieing from not getting your call last night. Please? Call your mother and talk. Alone if you prefer.", Aunt Carol pleaded.
"Can I stop by the mall later?", I asked.
"Of course, I can't imagine enjoying it without you to...observe.", said Aunt Carol as I slipped out the door to dress.
I dressed and went down to get breakfast. There was one other person I needed to talk with.
"So, Uncle Jerry. You looked better with your hair."
"Yeah, well, that was about forty pounds ago too, I guess."
"You FUCKED my mom."
"Chris, I fucked over a thousand women on camera. It was nothing, believe me."
"How about off camera? Aunt Carol says you never fucked her off screen."
"Of course not. I never did stuff like that. It wouldn't have been...proper."
"Wait. You fucked over a thousand women with husbands and boyfriends, fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, you know, real lives, and you were worried about being 'proper'. What exactly does 'proper' mean?", I asked, exasperated.
"You can't mix the private with business. Could you, could any normal guy could hold his erection inside a woman for minutes while waiting for a camera reset, then go back to fucking her until you get a ten second notice to come, then come on cue watched by half a dozen other people if he was worried the woman would 'like' him afterwards? It was masturbation with props. It's one of the reasons I had to get out. Psychological impotence I guess they called it. Until I met your Aunt I didn't think I'd ever get back my manhood. With her the excitement was real again."
I related the events at the factory to him and he smiled. He was especially proud of my game with Samantha.
"You have the same gift as Carol. Its the reason I still love her more than I can express. Its her imagination. She can see the sexual essence of a situation and milk it for all its worth. You've got it too. You and Alicia should share a lot of pleasure together."
He paused, then added,
"I'm heading out. Don't wait too long to call your mom. This has all been her idea. I wouldn't have involved you but she got Carol's wheels rolling and the rest...I hope we didn't make a mistake."
******
Aunt Carol, Alicia, and Samantha were finally off to the spa and shopping and the house was at last quiet. I went into the master bedroom, sat on the side of the bed, and dialed the all too familiar number. It started ringing and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Two more rings, then three...damnit she was out somewhere and I'd have to try later. I wanted to do this now before I lost my resolve. Five rings, six rings, she never takes this long to answer. Then, I heard the receiver lift, and a breathless but very familiar, slightly hoarse, lisping voice spoke to me.
"Hello?"
"Mom, it's Chris. We're back."
"Chris...I was...afraid you weren't going to call...How was your trip? How's Alicia doing?"
"Alicia? Yeah, Alicia's doing fantastic. She's like a kid at Christmas and a birthday party all rolled into one. Everyone down there was real impressed and thinks she's going to be...big."
"Little Alicia Aronesti. I never would have thought she was...the wild type. You'll have to tell me about it."
"I've been getting kind of wild myself. Did you talk with Aunt Carol? I... slept with her."
"Yes. She told me about it. While she and Jerry were up at Tahoe. I would say sleeping with her was putting it mildly."
"And Alicia, of course...and her mom, Samantha."
"Yes, dear. And at the beach. And Uncle Jerry's club. We've talked. If you're trying to make me jealous...you're succeeding, darling."
"And with Juliette Anderson. I fucked the actress Juliette Anderson in Mexico."
"You fucked JULIETTE? That woman must be over 60 by now. You fucked a 60 year old woman? She was just supposed to show you the tape, not fuck you."
"Well...it worked. I think I understand what you couldn't tell me all the years I was growing up. You were pretty fucking wild yourself, Mom!"
We started laughing together till tears came to my eyes. It was part release and part excitement.
"Which one did she show you?", Mom asked.
"Ah, it was the Candy Stripers. Why? Were there a lot?"
"Not a lot. I only did it for about two years. The Candy Stripers was probably the most commercial film I did. The other stuff was just loops."
"Did you really put your hand up into that other girl? I thought it was some trick shot."
"Its not a trick. Its just another experience some women like called fisting. The girls screen name was Montana. She made a career doing it on camera. She was even wilder in private. The sad part was they had to cut all those scenes from the film because the industry was afraid it would look like violence against women. If they'd felt her come inside like I did they would have changed their minds. She loved it".
"I was thinking it must have felt like...childbirth or something."
"Hardly darling. When I delivered you I can assure you the last thought on my mind was having an orgasm. Although...you were a fun baby to carry. I guess I shouldn't be telling you this."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when I got pregnant with you your dad just lost all interest in sex. He said I looked...heavy, you know, fat. I couldn't go all those months without...satisfaction...you know me."
"Yeah. So I guess there were...other...men?"
"Yes. And women. Not many especially when I was late term and really big. But it was very sensual with a few. They were curious and I was horny. What a combination. My best times though...were alone...or at least just the two of us, you know. I'd touch myself and feel you inside my big belly, and I'd be coming while you were turning or kicking inside like you could feel me inside. God, Chris this is so private. I've never told another living soul, not even Carol."
"It's...beautiful. I never would have thought a woman...about her baby... that way."
I was shaken and excited at the same time. Given what I knew I was afraid to ask if Dad was my...real father. If not, then who?"
"And Uncle Jerry? Did you...ever...feel anything for him? You looked so sincere and affectionate when you were...making love on the gurney."
"Did I love him? Sure. For about four hours. Like the other thirty or forty men I fucked on camera. It was the most exciting, dangerous, thing I'd ever done. You know...now...what I mean. All the rules are...suspended."
"So where did I fit in?"
"I wanted the wild part of being a woman but I also wanted the...other part, too. I wanted to have a baby, and a happy marriage, the normal stuff as well. I got part of my wish anyway. Your dad is your father, don't worry."
"Did Dad know?"
"He knew. He thought he could deal with my past but when I started...finding other outlets for my...like Aunt Carol...he just couldn't cope. That's why he left. The reasons I told you at the time were nonsense."
A very strange thought crossed my mind.
"Did you and...Aunt Carol ever...do it?"
"Carol is my dearest friend in the world besides being my sister but no, Chris we've never been intimate like that if that's what you mean. We've been intimate in ways you will never understand. Like in planning your stay with her and Uncle Jerry for the last year. When I told her what I wanted to do I had to reveal my most shameful desires to her. I knew she would understand and help me with my two wishes.
The first, darling, was to tell you about my past in a way that wouldn't drive you away like your father. Whatever else happens Chris, know that I love you and all the years of growing up with me as your mother are treasured memories for me as well."
There was a pause. I could hear hear shifting or moving. Her voice continued, sounding a bit more tense.
"The second...will have to wait until...we can talk in person."
After several seconds of silence I tried to renew the conversation.
"Did I interrupt you when I called? I didn't think you were going to pick it up."
"You caught me in the shower. I've been lying here on my bed naked and soaking the comforter this whole time we've been talking...Chris?... Chris? Are you still there?"
"I...I just...came all over my...hand...Mom. I just couldn't stop it."
I heard a sound over the phone that seemed like it was being pushed into a pillow or comforter, trying to prevent me from hearing what was happening. It was only partly effective. Very dimly, as if from the other side of a thick wall, I heard my mother...come. A long, slightly Southern moan I'd heard before.
"I want to come home, Mom. For a few days or so. We can...talk."
"Yes, Chris. I think you should." she said sniffling as if she was trying to stop tears, "You have two weeks till classes start. Can you fly back with Alicia and her mom? I'll send you the money."
******
I spent the morning resting, working out, doing some laps in the big pool. Swimming and school were only a few weeks away and at some point I had to get off the tornado. I was beginning to doubt that a life of abject debauchery and incestuous sex was conducive to academic achievement. Naaaaa.
It was after one when I got a call from Aunt Carol telling me I could meet her, Alicia, and Samantha down at the shopping mall in thirty minutes. I wasn't sure what she had in mind but I knew I could count on her imagination.
I found the threesome waiting for me in the food area. They were looking really dressy and refreshed from the spa treatment and expensive makeovers they had, all a treat from Aunt Carol. Alicia in particular was stunning, like a model, in her print dress, white stockings, and white high heels. They were the shoes Aunt Carol had worn when she first teased me and she had let Alicia borrow them.
We wandered to several stores all the time touching and playing little intimate games. It was intoxicating to be the focus of three such gorgeous women as they held various items of clothing and lingerie against them and asked my opinion, like being a sultan. The salesgirls fell into one of two camps. Either utter contempt and disgust or sheepish, grinning envy. Some knew what we were up to but most were oblivious.
When we got to the escalators Aunt Carol said nothing to Alicia or Samantha. I was disappointed a little that she didn't think to include them in her little exhibitionist head trip. Then I realized. She didn't need to.
Alicia came to the escalator and took in the whole scene in a glance. The glass side, the strategic location of the benches below. She got up against the glass side on her left in her shortish, flowing skirt, and put her right foot one step higher than her left foot. In this position she was standing almost facing the glass.
As she glided up to the next level I watched inconspicuously both her face and that of the three or four young guys who had seen her coming. They locked on her like they had radar. She merely glanced once or twice into their hapless eyes then looked ahead nonchalantly.
When I thought she had set up her flash to perfection she demonstrated why I was just a guy and she was the lady master. Reaching for the shoulder strap of her purse which she was carrying on her left, she hooked her fingers into the light material of her dress underneath and lifted both as if to prevent the purse from slipping. It was so subtle and so effective. Her hem was raised almost to her buttocks by the pressure of the purse and the tilting of her hips as she shifted to pull up the bag. A blind man would have had no trouble seeing her vagina as she passed overhead, panty-less, shaved, and carefree.
Samantha was not yet the pro that Alicia had become but she saw what Alicia was doing without a word being spoken between them. As her turn came, Samantha took a breath and felt the hot eyes of the young high schoolers below going up her stockinged thighs, clear up to the crotch of her marine blue satin thong panties.
I wasn't going to spoil their fun by pointing out that I knew what was going on. It was better to let them feel they had this little secret. It had the expected effect however because Alicia became even more affectionate than before and Samantha and Aunt Carol were making plans out of my earshot. Alicia waited until we were all back together in a semi-secluded hallway to make her proposal.
"Chriiiis.", Alicia said getting even more cutely than normal. "You're going to think this is really silly and dumb but there's a fantasy that I've had that I want to try. I've always thought it would be so hot to like sneak a guy into a woman's dressing room, you know, a nice one with a door, and then be having sex while all the other women are just...changing next door and stuff. We'd be like doing it right next to them and they wouldn't know."
"Yeah. Fun all right, and real illegal. Do you know what the fine is for something like that? Probably jail time."
"It's only a misdemeanor.", Aunt Carol said. The fine is trivial unless you're being lewd in public where children might see. That could get you jail time."
"You sound like you've researched this.", I came back surprised.
"Just experience.", she grinned.
"Oh come on Chris. I go in first and make sure it's all clear then you join me. We'll just go in...do it...and get out. Maybe two minutes. It'll be such a hoot."
She was rubbing my leg. My resistance collapsed.
The best fitting room was the one at the upscale department store. First, they were large enough for two, and second they had doors, and full-length mirrors, and carpeting inside that would dampen any sound we might make.
Alicia walked in and then waved me in behind her. We went into one of the empty dressing rooms with rooms on either side. There were women already in the other rooms since it was a fairly busy time. Immediately Alicia started taking off her dress.
"Hey.", I whispered, "I thought you would just lift it up and I'd pull out my penis and get on with it. What are you doing?"
"No Chris. You have to undress totally. That's the really hot part, come on."
She was rolling off her white thigh tops to be totally nude and I undressed completely against my better judgment. We made a beautiful pair in the full length mirror as she started sucking me to erection. There were no ceilings on the room, of course, so all sound would easily travel over the tops of the walls to the adjacent booths.
Other women were now coming in to try on their outfits right next to us. It was so quiet I could hear the sound of their zippers being lowered and the material of their clothes rustle as the took off their own clothes and slipped into the store clothes to see how they fit. Alicia was using her best 'stealth' suck but she occasionally let a smack go uncensored. Then she mounted my hips facing away so she could watch us fuck in the mirror at the same time.
I was overwhelmed by the sense of excitement. This was real. We were nude in this dressing room with other strange women coming and going around us... and it was the real world. Not some phony set, or secret bar, this was reality and we were tempting fate every second we continued. The more we got away with the more I felt...nobody really minded.
Her wet vagina made a sucking sound of its own as she thrust herself up and down on my shaft, slapping her buttocks onto my thighs. It was really exciting trying to be so quiet, not wanting to be discovered, listening as the unsuspecting women next door went about their innocent business. Would they have liked to watch the attractive couple fucking? Maybe join in?
Alicia started moaning, her high, gutsy, cry of pleasure leading to her orgasm. I was watching my penis sliding in and out of her pink vagina in the mirror, and her expression of rapture as she came in full abandon.
"Ohhhhhh...Yessssss...Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh."
I contained myself about a millisecond longer before pulling out and shooting my come onto the carpet between her legs. Squeezing her breasts from behind, I suppressed my own gasps by burying my face in her soft, blond hair along her neck.
We dressed quickly aware of the busy traffic coming in and out. Several women were in rooms on either side of us. Alicia peeked out the door and when it looked clear we scampered out, breathless but relieved we weren't caught.
We caught up with Aunt Carol and Samantha who were sitting outside the store and laughing at some shared joke. I asked Samantha what they were laughing about.
"You thought you were so smart in Mexico about the resort being a setup. Well, you don't know very much about department store dressing rooms, I guess.", she said unable to fight back her laughter.
Aunt Carol finished her thought for her.
"All those rooms are monitored by security women behind the mirrors. They're looking for shoplifters. I guess they didn't think you were there to steal anything so they just let you have your fun. It probably made their day as well, if I know anything about the women they hire."
"I'm surprise you didn't know something like that, Alicia. Its common knowledge among women. What were you thinking?", Samantha said to her daughter, chidingly.
With a suspicious grin Alicia just said, "I...I must have forgot."
As the four of us drove back home I thought about what Alicia and I had done and why it was such a turn on for her. I realized it was the mirror. When we were fucking she wasn't watching me, she was watching herself as if the beautiful image she saw was another woman, more perfect, more desirable, than little Alicia Aronesti she felt like inside. I knew now that her satisfaction in doing porn and the wild exhibitionist things that we'd done this summer was not sexual. It was pure...narcissism. Not that it wasn't justified.
******
Our plane got in ahead of schedule. Alicia and Samantha kissed me goodbye, thanking me for the most incredible two weeks of their lives. I promised to call Alicia when I got back to my aunt's in about a week and then they grabbed a cab and were off, back to their home in the valley.
Not wanting to have Mom pick me up, I took the shuttle back home. I wanted to be home first, before she got home from her hospital administrator's job around five thirty. I put my bags up in my room which looked reassuringly familiar after my three weeks at Aunt Carol's. I walked by my mom's room and looked in. It was all neat and clean and sunny. Familiar as well, yet I felt...threatened, intimidated by it. I went down to the kitchen and got a snack, sitting a the kitchen table. I heard her car pull into the car port and her steps coming up the walk.
"Hi Chris. You made it."
"Hi Mom."
There was a painfully long silence. Then she spoke.
"Don't I at least get a kiss hello?"
"I'm not sure. Not yet."
She put her bag on the counter. She was wearing a light yellow woman's suit with a straight skirt and yellow pumps. The jacket had three large white buttons down the front and white piping. Under her jacket was a white silk blouse, open at her neck. She wore a strand of pearls with gold earrings. She had on her sunglasses which she removed putting on her large framed eyeglasses.
As she switched I could see how she resembled Aunt Carol in little ways. They had a similar nose and mouth, small with a little upturn like Meg Ryan almost. Mom's face was rounder without the perfect cheekbones Aunt Carol had but softer, a girl next door face. She'd had her hair done since I had been away. It was a little lighter blond and cut to her shoulders, permed in a tight cascade of curls all around.
She was just about to come over when the phone rang. She shook her hair back and removed her left earring before putting the receiver to her ear. As she talked she looked directly at me.
"Hello. Hi. Yes he's here. He's sitting in front of me in the kitchen. No, I just got in the door. Will you relax, Carol? I will call you back, soon. Not tonight. Sure. I love you too. Bye."
"Was that Aunt Carol? Checking up on us? Seeing if we had...done it yet?"
"I can see this is a mistake. I thought you understood by now."
"I don't understand anything anymore. I'm totally screwed."
She sat down across from me at the table wanting to touch me but reluctant.
"How did you feel, Chris, when you were in bed with Alicia and Samantha? Were you disgusted? Ashamed?"
"That's different."
"Why, it's still...incest. What about Aunt Carol?", she asked.
"WHAT ABOUT UNCLE JERRY! FUCK!"
"I'm not proud of my past, but that's who I am. I never regretted a single thing I ever did then and I won't start now. You've got to deal with your life but I know how I feel...about you."
I looked up at her. She was different. I was different. My summer of disrepute had transformed all of us. I was sitting next to a beautiful, lusting woman.
"You...you were...so beautiful...then.", I said picturing her on her back with her legs up on the gurney about to be penetrated by Uncle Jerry.
"Thanks. What am I now, Marge Schott, maybe?", she came back, completely cracking us both up. I knew I had inherited her gene for humor.
"When did you know that you...wanted me...sexually, the first time?"
"We were lover's before you were ever born, darling. When you were inside and I came with you in me, kicking and rolling. It was a special experience for me as a woman.
Once you matured and I saw you swimming, or just going about the house in you briefs I had...feelings. At first I thought it was just a thing for young men. I even...slept with some...some of your friends. You never knew any of this, of course. I tried to pretend they were... you but...Its just how I am, I guess. I was always just a little...wild."
I heard traces of her Georgian accent creep into her voice as she spoke. It was coming from somewhere I had never been. She removed her glasses, laying them on the kitchen table.
"Touch my face, Chris."
I brought my fingers to her cheek. Her skin was warm, softer than Samantha's and lighter. I traced her lips with my index finger tip and she took it between her teeth, biting it and smiling. I stood and she stood against me, nearly as tall in her high heels. My arms encircled her waist drawing our pelvis' together in defiance of the strictest of all taboos.
As her eyes closed and our lips and tongues finally came together, I felt only a woman, a lusting, passionate woman. It could have been Alicia, or Aunt Carol, or Samantha, or Kim, even Juliette. The smell of her hair, the sound of her breath in my ear, the feel of her ass through the tight yellow skirt, the pressure of her breasts as they flattened against my chest. Not some video dream for adolescent moron's to whack off to while smart old guys scam them for millions. This was the real thing, three dimensional, multisensory, analog, flesh and blood...life giving...woman.
I slid down to my knees facing her. Reaching behind her legs, I took her knees in my hands. Her pantyhose were like a sheer second skin that shifted over the warmer flesh beneath. My hands roamed upward taking the hem of her yellow skirt with them, pushing it up over her thighs, compressing it around her waist. The pantyhose were sheer all the way to the waist, veiling a pair of black lace thong panties. I drew the pantyhose and panties down together from behind, pulling the stretch material off her ass first and letting the front spring down in stages like an upside down curtain.
Her belly above her pubic hair was inches from my face. I kissed her there lightly several times, tickling her and making her abdominal muscles tense. Her skin smelled familiar, Jergen's lotion I think. Her pubic hair was dark blond, almost the exact shade as Aunt Carol before she went bare. It had been trimmed neatly in a small rectangular strip perfect for bikinis. I brought the pantyhose all the way down to her ankles where she stepped out of her shoes, removed the pantyhose from each of her feet and then...put her yellow pumps back on.
Her gesture did not go unappreciated. Any "ordinary" woman, that is, a woman not fully attuned to her animal self, not well schooled in the erotic mind of the hapless male, would never have put those tight, uncomfortable shoes back on. But she did. Not just for me. It was for her, too.
With only minimal pressure I raised her right thigh and rested her shoe on the kitchen chair beside us. She was now open, vulnerable, wanton. I spread the inner lips of my mother's wet, pink vagina, leaned against her, and ran my tongue from their lowest extent to the swollen bud of her shrouded clitoris.
Her taste and smell was, of course, her own. Not even close to Aunt Carol. But it did its magic. If there were even the slightest shred of moral shame left in me, this act, this scent, like a pungent potion, cured me. I was hers. See you in Hell, Oedipus!
I licked her with all the skill and desire I had gained over the summer from my loving instructors. She was moaning, gasping, as her darkest, wildest, most perverted wish was coming true right between her legs. I brought her right up to the edge three or four times, feeling her spring tighten and then...pulling back, nuzzling her thighs.
I straightened up and she let her skirt drop. We kissed. Deeply. Covered in her juices. Then I reached under her bottom and picked her up in my arms, Rhett Butler style. It was her favorite movie. I carried her with her head against my chest to her bedroom down the hall, no longer intimidated.
*******
"Carol was not kidding. You do have a tongue like a fucking snake.", she said to me, her lust mixing with her sense of fun.
"Were there any other bits of wisdom Aunt Carol shared about me? Was she debriefing you on my performance over the summer?"
"Oh. Just a few. Nothing that a man would appreciate."
"Like?"
"Like you have a really big vein on the top of your penis. When she was sucking you she could feel your pulse on the roof her mouth. Stuff like that."
"Bizarre. You don't taste anything like her. I like you better."
She was intent on having me nude at the earliest possible moment and I was glad to comply. I sat on the edge of the big king sized bed that she had only partially filled since Dad left us two years ago. She took a few steps back so that I could take in her whole body as she stripped for me...and herself. Behind me, strategically in her line of sight, was the large, tilting full-length mirror. She could watch not only herself but my reaction at the same time. She had a rare kind of sensual intelligence.
The yellow jacket was first, tossed onto the low chair like a big banana peel. Then her silk blouse. She pushed each button through its hole with agonizing deliberateness, then let it fall open exposing her black bra beneath. She stretched her upper torso arching her back and holding her arms out at her sides, letting her blouse fall onto the floor of its own will. Her eyes went from mine to her reflection in the mirror and back again, drawing power from both sources.
She lowered a single strap of the bra but not the cup, then did the same with the other strap. Her face was transfixed as she focussed on the sensation of her lace bra cups on her nipples inside. Her hidden charms, the joy of her womanhood, all this she kept veiled for just a few more delicious moments. Her hands pushed up under the lace embroidered black cups, releasing the front catch and propelling the empty bra onto the floor behind her.
I had seen her breasts before. Accidentally. Coming out of the shower too fast. Changing shirts to go out. That kind of thing. Just flashes, lost in time. I had never seen them as they were meant to be seen. Warm, velvety, voluptuous gifts from nature. Her aureoles were broad, much wider than any of the women I'd known. They were a dusty rose and capped by a thimble sized nipple, each with its own little "smile" folded into the sensitive flesh. Small bumps encircled the outer edge. Her head was back as she offered them to me for viewing only just now, thank you. Her eyes scanned the mirror longer and her breathing was deeper.
Reaching around the back she found the zipper of her skirt and released it. Only her hands and her sense of modesty kept the snug fitting yellow skirt from falling to her feet. Putting her hands on her little Gauguin saddlebags she began easing the yellow fabric over her bare buttocks and thighs beneath. The sensation on her skin was reflected in her face, a mixture of pleasure and surprise. I'd seen the same expression in Alicia's face as the honey ran down inside her gown and over her vagina. Beyond a certain point the mystery was over and she let the skirt fall, folding over her shoes.
She looked again in the mirror, cupping her breasts, caressing her belly and thighs. No long shrouded by the necessities of modesty she was free. And I was real hard.
She came over to me wearing just the yellow shoes and the single strand of pearls around her throat. There was a control on the nightstand and she dimmed the lights to just a yellow red glow. Her hand began working my penis up and down at the base only. She must have been trading notes with Aunt Carol again. It felt wonderful. Intense, but controlled. No sense rushing this kind of sin.
Her mouth glided down over my penis and she tasted her son's semen at the tip. I held her blond curls in my fingers and felt the small, soft hairs on the nape of her neck. The velvet white skin of her back was stretched over the ridges of her spine as she leaned into my lap. It was time.
We were so primed by now that no force on earth, no edict from above, could have stopped what we were about to do. She lay back gracefully, partly propped by her pillows, and drew up her thighs, offering her vagina to me in total surrender to her libido. I moved between her legs, cupping her buttocks, pulling them open, pressing her thighs against her breasts. Her hand took me, rubbed me gently over her lubricated inner lips till I found the keyhole to heaven. We looked right into each other's eyes, more conscious and clear than any time previous in either of our lives.
After a moments pause to savor the utter wickedness of our act, I entered her, sliding up into her vagina in one long cataclysm until my balls were banging her labia. Her fantasy fulfilled, she sighed long and deep before thrusting her hips upwards and demanding total release.
We were fucking. Like with Aunt Carol but...wilder. She really liked it... rough and dirty. Holding me into her she moaned,
"Yes. Put that cock into me. Hard damn it. Fuck me harder. Ooooo. Yaasss. Fuck my pussy with your big hard fuckin' cock."
We were quickly covered in sweat as we copulated in total abandon. Not content to remain on her back, she got on top riding me to her first orgasm.
Not missing a beat, I stood up with her still impaled, her legs wrapped around my waist. It was totally crazy as if all the slow build up was now crashing downhill in runaway wildness. I read her so well. She was so fucking bad right now in her mind that any humiliation or shock was accepted as just punishment, what she deserved for being so perverse as to fuck her own natural son.
I carried her to the bathroom in a frenzy. She was gasping and wide eyed wanting me to prove that she had perverted me in her own image. I forced her onto her knees before the toilet. As I entered her from behind I vilified her verbally,
"You fucking slut! You want to fuck your son! Fuck him you slut! Make him come in his mama's pussy! Make you son fuck you. SLUT!"
I forced her face into the toilet, pushing her underwater as long as I dared without killing her, then letting her up long enough to breathe and take a few more deep, cervix pounding thrusts. I repeated the dunking, her hair now dripping, her expression pain and humiliation.
"Come you fucking slut. Come because it feels so good with you son's cock in you and you wanted it all along all these years. Come and let him hear your orgasm. Let you son hear you come like the slut you are. Come you bitch."
"Awwwww....fuuuuuuck me...I'm so...so bad...I'm gonna come again. Your mom's gonna come, Chris...YAAAASSSSS, Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhhh."
I quickly pulled her dripping face to me as I withdrew. I exploded directly into her gaping, gasping mouth, almost choking her with my jet of come that hit her in the back of her throat. I was out of breath and...laughing.
"Hey, it does taste like pineapple juice. Alicia wasn't kidding.", she said grinning from ear to ear.
"You need a fucking towel, that's what you need. Here."
I tossed her a bath towel and she wiped herself off still laughing and swallowing my hearty load of come.
"I guess you did learn something after all this summer. You read me like one of your fucking college texts, didn't you, Buster."
She snapped the towel at my ass. Thank God for that humor gene.
*******
The summer of our disrepute turned into a year of living outrageously for Mom, myself, and especially Alicia and her mom, Samantha.
Not long after her dad returned from Europe, Alicia and Samantha told him about the porno business and Alicia's career plans. To their surprise he was very supportive although the ten thousand dollar check they waived under his face probably had more to do with his enthusiasm than anything they might have said. He figured he had been making money selling Alicia's panties all these years, now it was time to make some real bucks off her.
I spent most of my weekends either driving down to Mexico to watch Alicia working or back up to her place to visit her. Samantha had taken on the role of Alicia's manager and was doing a good job of it getting her both explicit and cable porno roles. She did the cable stuff because the pay was good but they spent to much time blocking penis' from view and not enough on the really nasty stuff she loved. Samantha enjoyed either style equally as long as she got to the wrap party. That was her time to be 'wild'.
The rest of the time I seemed to spend on the phone with Alicia calling from Aunt Carol's. Alicia had this amazing ability to become wherever she was. She would tell me all this petty high school shit about her girlfriends and their jerk boyfriends and then in the next sentence be talking about fucking on a boat off the coast of Mexico with eight other actor couples and a film crew.
Aunt Carol and Uncle Jerry were great to be with even when I wasn't having intercourse with her. She was really proud and excited about my coming together with my mom not so much because it aroused her, which it did, but because she knew how much the lifelong fantasy had meant to her beloved sister, my mom, Karen. They also helped me out with school and clothes money. Uncle Jerry had asked if I wanted to do some porn stuff but I preferred living it through Alicia. Aunt Carol's imagination never ceased to amaze me. She managed to assemble seven of her dearest lady friends for a bridge party one afternoon and, as I found out, I was the desert. It was sheer debauchery for four of the wildest hours I ever spent.
Mom and I 'fooled around' a few times after our initial coupling, when the mood hit us. We soon discovered another game that was almost as much fun called 'Shock the Date'. She had been dating several different guys and one in particular, Alan, thought he was a pretty wild dude himself. Mom told me about their lovemaking in graphic detail and said he was a very passionate lover. But he had an arrogant streak that irritated her. On one occasion when I was staying at home, she brought him back to sleep over.
He was being real cool about it but he clearly felt a little uncomfortable sleeping with my mom right in front of me. We both acted our usual selves waiting for good opportunities to fuck with his mind. Like French kissing good night with our crotches in contact.
"You two are...reeeally close.", he felt compelled to mention after one such lengthy exchange.
Or walking into my mom's bathroom as she was showering to take a piss while Alan lay in bed, stunned.
The real fun test came during breakfast, much like the scene Aunt Carol played with me and Uncle Jerry before I knew the game. I sat sipping coffee and reading the paper while Alan sat to my right. Mom came down in her silk print robe that tied in front with a black sash.
Somehow, the black sash 'accidentally' came undone and the robe fell open. Underneath she was deliciously nude. The robe parted on either side of her large nippled breasts and gave both Alan and me an unveiled frontal view of her nakedness from her head, to her blond pubic hair, to the tops of her feet.
She stood motionless as if still unaware of her exposure for several long, dangerous seconds. I could see Alan's face peripherally and he was flushed red in shock. I feigned indifference despite my erection and continued to sip coffee and read.
Mom told me later she was prepared to totally shock him by fucking me in front of him but she actually liked him and didn't want to freak him into breaking up. Good thinking Mom. She was so fucking wild.
Sometime around February I decided to ignore Samantha's warnings and ask Alicia to marry me next summer after she had graduated. I wanted to tell her in the most romantic way I could and fortunately I got help from Jim and Kim. Jim called me at my aunt's and invited Alicia and me to stay with them for skiing and...other recreation over a weekend. I told Jim my intentions and what I wanted to do and he was gassed. He said Kim was screaming in silence and jumping up and down when he told her as well.
I drove up and picked up Alicia after school. We had never been skiing but we rented all the stuff and drove up into the mountains to Jim and Kim's place. They had a nice wood and stone two story cabin home about four miles from the ski runs and after unpacking we were off to the slopes.
With all the sex I'd been getting it was nice to just have some with some friends in a romantic setting like the mountains in February. Kim and and I flirted outrageously while Alicia and Jim were more intent on learning to ski than anything else. I just prayed she didn't break something before I could pop the question.
That evening we had dinner at the cabin and Jim built a big fire in the fireplace. Then he brought out his video camera while Alicia, Kim, and me got reacquainted. It was delicious, slow, lovemaking, undressing in front of the big fire. Feeling the warmth on our bare skin as we touched and tasted and experienced each other sexuality.
Kim made love to Alicia with a sweetness that revealed a deep affection beyond just the physical arousal of their nubile bodies. In our last act, Kim got on her back on the rug before the fireplace and I entered her vagina while Alicia straddled her face and received Kim's tongue on her vagina and ass.
I watched Alicia's arousal as she watched mine, tied together through Kim's perfect body beneath us. As Alicia exploded in her orgasm, her face moist with perspiration, I joined her, pulling out and shooting my load onto Kim's navel.
We came down slowly, not wanting to ever lose the moment. With the video camera still rolling I reached under the rug and took out the engagement ring I had put there.
"Alicia. Will you marry me?", I said in a near whisper.
Her eyes welled in tears and she fell into my arms as Kim experienced her own orgasm with her hand beneath us.
"Yes. Oh yes, Chris. I love you. I love you so much."
Even Jim had to take down the camera to wipe his eyes. Where is that freeze frame button on life when you need it?
Samantha was dubious but understanding. Just as long as we both were ok about the porno business I guess she could bless our marriage. Her dad went along out of deference to Samantha who was now managing the home finances as well.
The wedding was going to be in June and Samantha, Aunt Carol, and Mom had a new project to plan between them. First however, I had one fantasy of my own to play out and it involved graduation day.
Alicia's high school graduation was held outdoors on the front lawn of the high school. Samantha, Aunt Carol, and Mom all were dressed to kill. Each tried to outdo the other for style from a basic white mini-dress with patterned white stockings (Aunt Carol), to a more mature print silk dress (Mom) with suntan stockings and white lace garters. Samantha wore the navy and white polka dot outfit she'd worn in Mexico the first time she met us there. Fond memories no doubt of her 'coming out'.
Alicia came up to me in her cap and gown smiling broadly.
"I wanted to show you a little something I did at the last shoot. Some of the other girls dared me to do it and I showed them."
She unzipped her gown in front. Except for her shoes and the pearl necklace my mom had lent her she was nude underneath, her blond pubic hair now fully regrown. There were two minor accessories that had been added. Through each of her pert nipples she wore a gold loop which pierced her flesh but didn't seem to be hurting her."
"Like them?"
"Don't they hurt?"
"Just when they pierce you. Once the hole gets set its just like earrings."
I kissed each of her nipples then kissed her on the lips and told her to get going she was going to be late. And have a couple sodas before the ceremony.
I went back to the seats where Mom, Aunt Carol, and Samantha and I were sitting. They were each sipping on the sodas I'd brought them and we chatted before the ceremony began. Alicia walked up to receive her diploma and her mom applauded proudly. Alicia hadn't counted on the angle of the sun and the sheerness of her rayon gown. For the most delightful fleeting moment as the sun passed through her gown, her spectacular nude silhouette underneath was visible. No one said a word. It was just an 'accident'. Whatever shock or arousal any of the crowd felt, it went without comment.
The four of us got up from our seats before the commencement speech was to begin. Knowing the speaker, it would be some time until the ceremony would end. Alicia came down from the stage and made a detour down the walkway leading back to the school. It was Saturday and the building was empty but not locked because of the ceremony. Trying to look like we belonged there, the ladies and I slipped in the double doors, scampered across the tile floor, and opened the door to the principal's office with a credit card.
No one spoke. Alicia was the first to undress, unzipping her gown and letting it billow onto the floor. Aunt Carol removed her dress and stockings, Samantha was close behind, even my mom was getting into the spirit and stripping as quickly and quietly as she could. I had set up my still and video camera and was capturing the entire show for posterity. The room looked like a ladies locker room with four gorgeous nude women standing about.
Alicia took a seat on the black leather couch in the principal's office, then Aunt Carol and my mom sat on either side of her their thighs touching Alicia's. Samantha sat between her daughters feet on the carpet in front of the couch.
On my cue they each got into position, drawing up their legs and sliding their butts to the edge of the sofa, then spreading their vaginas with their fingers from below. I could see each of their faces through their legs and they were smiling at the silliness of my request.
I scanned the four women now before me with the video camera. Each had a distinct vagina so unique to her yet so alike. Both Aunt Carol and Alicia had grown back their pubic hair which made three blonds and a brunette by my count. Their was a spectrum of pink labia from Alicia's pale pink, to Samantha's deeper crimson with Mom and Aunt Carol very close in color and even shape. All of them appeared very wet and aroused which turned me on like they couldn't have imagined. I said I was ready.
The several sodas I'd given them made the last part easy. All four women had very full bladders and were anxious to get this part over as soon a possible. Alicia was first, shooting a clear warm stream out in an arch several inches in front of her. The sound of her pee spattering on the leather sofa inspired both Mom and Aunt Carol who began peeing about the same instant adding to the clatter on the leather. Now it was up to Samantha. She didn't let me down. After making that gesture of licking her teeth, she let go with a fountain, pushing it with her abdominal muscles as far as she could shoot it. I'd done it. A perfect intergenerational four-way simultaneous piss shot. Lets see you top that, Henry Paris?
Holding the camera to my eye, I couldn't resist.
"Hey, Alicia Aronesti. You just graduated high school. Now where are you going?"
"I'm going to fucking Disneyland!", she shouted gleefully.
