Chapter 2

“Mmm ... that felt great for starters. You must have been holding back for some time. I could feel every spurt of your cum 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. “Don’t stop yet ... please darling ... keep licking until ... until I’m ... mmm ... ready ... yes, there...”

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.

“Get ... get ready ... ohhh yesss ... it’s cuming ... cuming ... OHHHHHH!!!!”

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 it’s 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 ... it’s cuming ... cuming ... 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. It 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 houseful 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 an 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”.