Chapter 4

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 folk’s 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 liked 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 other’s 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 it’s 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.”