Chapter 3

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 it’s 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 through 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. It’s 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.

“Someday”, 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.”