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 uncarpeted 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 all 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.