Mrs. Rimfield was shocked to discover something terribly amiss with the young man hired to assist her at the Meadows Retirement Community. So much so, in fact, that she was at a complete loss as to how to proceed.
On the surface, he seemed ordinary enough. Somewhat handsome, dark-haired, in his late 20's, but ordinary.
From Alabama and somewhat shaken by a lengthy and difficult divorce, Alex Wolfe had moved down to Ft. Meyers, Florida to begin life anew and was hired to handle general maintenance. His sweet young daughter, an adorable little 10-year-old named Stephanie, slim as a twig, pale and finely blond, was to stay with him for a week.
She was to be merely a visitor in the otherwise over-55 community, children normally not allowed. The little girl would stay there until the man's ex-wife moved into her new home in Alabama and then Stephanie would go back to live with her.
So far, so good.
It was only, in fact, after Mrs. Rimfield heard the father and daughter in what was clearly a sexual situation that she began to suspect the worst. As the live-in Resident Manager, and with all the time in the world on her hands, Mrs. Rimfield wanted to know the exact truth of the matter before reacting.
Or overreacting.
To wrongly accuse the man of something so horrendous wouldn't do.
The very night before, in her apartment above theirs, the sound of sharp groans had drifted upward, followed by a rhythmic thumping, a bumping, actually, accompanied by rapidly creaking bedsprings.
This had immediately prompted Mrs. Rimfield to get down and press her ear into the tightly woven carpet to hear better.
She thought of sex, after all, as her thing.
Blessed with perfect skin tone, a trim waist and an overall ripe firmness, she was still quite the looker at fifty-six, with large firm breasts, shapely buttocks that invited lustful attention, and a cascade of flowing auburn hair.
She'd also been to bed with virtually half the retirement community, both male and female, anyone who was interested, really, and it wasn't a big secret. She was a widow and a mature woman who loved sex and she went right after it.
Mrs. Rimfield was many things to many people, but boring was not one of them.
Yet even with her wealth of sexual experience, and believing nothing could so shock her, she was shocked and even stunned to think that her new maintenance man was having sexual relations with his delightful 10-year-old daughter.
It had begun, on that night before, when she'd continued to raptly listen through the floor to Alex apparently fucking his daughter in the small one-bedroom apartment they were sharing.
That alone seemed shocking enough.
But it was even more shocking as she recognized little Stephanie's voice, sharply moaning and panting, the youngster hotly urging her father to fuck her as if the end of the world was right around the corner and getting nearer.
“Good grief!” Mrs. Rimfield gasped.
At the same time, though, she was undeniably aroused by the scene on which she was eavesdropping: a father and daughter sexually coupling, an open act of genuine incest occurring directly beneath her.
And they were doing it so energetically, so fervidly, so enthusiastically, that their very passion was somewhat unnerving to her as well.
“That little 10-year-old slut!” she'd said to herself.
She'd half-expected to hear their bed go crashing to the floor at any moment, their moans, groans, cries and frenzied pantings eventually becoming even louder than their rapidly creaking bedsprings.
Apparently, though, the sturdy structure beneath them somehow withstood the challenge-repeatedly.
For they would go at it for an hour or so, then apparently rest for a lengthy interval, and then go right back at it again, just as feverishly as before, several times throughout the entire night.
This was a young father and an even younger daughter with amazing stamina.
Adding to their fucking sounds, the encouragements from fragile young Stephanie of “Fuck me harder, Daddy! Harder! Oh, Daddy, I'm going to come again!” had further melted the slippery core of Mrs. Rimfield's already overheated pussy.
To merely say Mrs. Rimfield had masturbated to their illicit erotic activity, using her nimble fingers and a variety of vibrators from her substantial collection, would be gross understatement.
Listening to their bedroom noises, 10-year-old Stephanie's frantic urgings, and their unbridled passion (and inadvertently giving her face a near-permanent carpet imprint marginally visible the next morning), Mrs. Rimfield had literally fucked herself into a frenzy.
“So, Mr. Wolfe,” she'd started, in the laundry room, “are you and your darling little daughter enjoying your new… position?”
He seemed surprised for a moment, embarrassed almost and then perplexed, before finally realizing she meant his new job.
A washing machine was pushed out from the cement block wall as far as the two hoses, hot and cold, would allow. He was half-kneeling, half-stooping beside it, in jeans and a black Def Leppard tee-shirt, his hands greasy to his wrists.
His immediate reaction upon finally understanding her question was one of barely concealed annoyance at the interruption, but when he looked up he hesitated as his eyes moved slowly up her body.
“So far, so good,” he nodded, with what seemed a genuine smile. “And please call me Alex.”
“My name is Katherine,” she told him. “But you can call me Kitty.”
She'd decided that any fact finding would be best accomplished with a sexually seductive approach, her specialty.
If she could get him to admit to his wrongdoing with his daughter by seducing it out of him during a fervid sexual encounter-when he'd be most likely to discuss such a thing-she could then perform her duty: reporting him to their employer and/or, possibly, the authorities.
She couldn't imagine any other way to accomplish it.
Mrs. Rimfield also suspected they'd be alone in the laundry room due to the late hour, so had dressed accordingly: in a skimpy white halter top showing her flat tummy and firm breasts to best advantage, the outlines of her large nipples (extended rubbery tips almost poking right through) presenting themselves directly to him.
In addition, her clingy yellow cotton short-shorts, worn to show off her jaunty buttocks, were cut very low in front, low-rider style, to make visible her slender hipbones and the shaven top of her gently protruding pubic mound.
Just below that, the tautly stretched fabric at her crotch purposely formed a visible cameltoe, a new term she was aware of due to her frequent time looking at erotic material on the Internet.
Mrs. Rimfield was leaning against the laundry room doorway, displaying herself as it were, in a purposely vague yet noticeably indecent manner. Her hips were canted slightly forward to better present the goods, in this case the obvious indentation of her compressed, partially open labia.
Her new friend, maintenance man Alex, had frozen in place next to the washing machine, staring openly at the front of her tiny yellow cotton shorts-where her virtually displayed vagina was staring him right back in the face.
When he finally straightened, wiping his hands on a dirty red shop towel, the obvious bulge in his jeans caused Mrs. Rimfield to suddenly feel weak in the knees. She was definitely having the desired effect upon him.
“What do you think of these shorts?” she asked, near-genuine concern in her sultry voice.
She stepped away from the doorway and turned slightly so he could take in the superb roundness of her stretchy-cotton-encased buttocks, another part of her expert presentation.
“My little know-it-all high school niece, Veronica, says they make me look like a total whore!”
The dark-haired man nodded numbly, but no sound escaped his lips for many long moments. But, finally, he managed to say, “Your shorts look great.”
He was no longer even pretending to be repairing the broken down washing machine.
“Veronica thinks she's a sex expert,” she continued. “Because she's given out a bunch of blowjobs at a few pool parties. I told her, 'Veronica, I'll bet you barely know how to give a decent blowjob. It's a learned skill, dear, believe me.'”
“I'll bet,” Alex Wolfe breathed.
“She thinks it's enough that she loves sucking, that it comes natural, and that she swallows what she calls her reward.”
“Right…” the man croaked, clearly trying to keep up.
“But I love sucking, too,” the older woman went on. “And I've had plenty of rewards, and even a couple of actual awards at sex parties, if you know what I mean, but there's much more to it than merely sucking-any semi-literate, drunken high school slut on her knees can do that!”
Her new maintenance man was nodding, going right along, but then he exhaled slowly, as if suddenly getting his bearings, and he asked her seriously, “Do you always talk like this?”
“Not really,” she admitted. “Only when my cunt gets so wet I start dripping…”
And, with a fingertip, she pulled the crotch of her tiny yellow cotton shorts aside so he could see for himself.
“Take a look, if you don't believe me-I'm sopping!”
And look he did.
It wasn't the absolute hardness of Alex Wolfe's cock sliding into her slippery cunt from behind with each thrust, as she hunched on her hands and knees, that surprised Mrs. Rimfield.
“Jesus!” she moaned. “You're killing me!”
They were in his living room, his apartment not yet updated as her own directly above had been, but suitable enough for the new maintenance man. In particular, she appreciated the shag carpeting, there being more to it, to both kneel on and to tightly grip with both hands, as she was.
“It feels so fucking good!” she groaned, again. “Your cock!”
Her yellow shorts were down around one slim ankle, her shapely buttocks and slender long legs bare to the chill of his air conditioning. The younger man's eager hands kept exploring under her halter top, squeezing her firm and exceptionally heavy breasts, pulling at her distended nipples.
She was trembling wildly.
It wasn't even the length, just a little over average.
It was the sheer width of the damn thing, she decided, his rigid tent-pole of a throbbing cock cleaving into her with a slick, delicious friction that would've caused her to instantly swoon facedown to the carpet, had she been a swooner.
“My God, what a thick one!” she gasped. “I love it! But aren't you afraid we'll wake little Stephanie?”
“She's a very sound sleeper,” he assured her. “Don't worry.”
And he slid his hands down her body until he was gripping her bare hips, holding her tightly as he continued rapidly pumping his own hips. He was fucking her the way she liked to be fucked: hard and fast.
“Does that feel good?” he wanted to know.
“I can almost taste it,” she breathed.
And she began fluidly rotating her hips, thrusting back against each of his thrusts with an added corkscrewing motion that tightened her slippery pussy into an even firmer grip on his cock.
“It's making my legs weak,” she managed. “Oh, my God, I love your cock!”
She was panting uncontrollably, her breath coming in quick gasps, her bare ass jerking back into Alex' crotch as she worked feverishly to extract every ounce of pleasure from his pistoning cock.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she groaned, her smoothly tanned bare thighs quivering with the effort. “Don't stop! Don't stop! Yes, yes, yes! Uhhh! Uhh! Please don't stop!”
And he didn't stop.
Plunging into her repeatedly, his thrusts drove her to the brink of an orgasm she knew would soon have her screaming. He then reached around with both hands and used a finger from each hand to discover her pulsing clitoris within its little protective fold.
He deftly separated the slippery lips around it, then began gently massaging it with both fingertips, until Mrs. Rimfield was shaking even more uncontrollably from head to foot. With both hands, she gripped the older shag carpet even more tightly as he both fucked her and masturbated her relentlessly.
She was already soaking wet down there, she knew, the oily slick lubrication from her pulsating cunt overflowing with each of his increasingly rapid thrusts. It left a shiny wetness on her entire crotch, thin rivers of it coating her bare inner thighs.
“You're going to make me come so hard it'll kill me!” she groaned. “Fuck me harder, fuck me even harder!”
And, as difficult as it might seem to fuck her even harder, he did exactly that.
A moment later, she felt his cock jerk wildly within her as it began spurting long strands of his cum deeply into her. He gasped behind her, speeding his efforts to make her come, too.
“I can feel your cock throbbing in me!” Mrs. Rimfield announced. “More, more, fuck me more!”
And she suddenly came as well, the sensation causing her toes to spread apart, her fingers gripping the carpet so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She and Alex Wolfe continued as if they were on fire, wildly pumping, spasms of the most exquisite pleasure imaginable coursing through their bodies with a relief so great it was a miracle they remained upright.
Or even conscious.
“God, I'm dying!” she panted, finally. “You nearly fucked me to death!”
“I was trying,” he admitted. “But you seemed to like it…”
Gasping out the last of their moaning pleasures, they gradually grew still.
The man stayed hunched over her for several long moments, Mrs. Rimfield's firm body, sweaty and trembling, still radiating a tremendous heat beneath him.
“Damn, I came about a gallon,” Alex said at last, pulling away from her.
His cock, still mostly rigid, slid out of her tight cunt with a soft wet sound, followed instantly by a thick rivulet of his semen that landed on the carpet between her bare knees.
A quick concern for the resulting stain was quickly dismissed by the Resident Manager, other things of more import on her mind. Plus, she knew it would be replaced with the next series of renovations.
“I always thought I'd love southern Florida,” the younger man told her. “I guess I was right.”
And she looked up finally to discover slender little Stephanie standing in the bedroom doorway where she'd apparently watched them screwing, her small hand in the front of her diaphanous panties.
She seemed vaguely blank somehow, her eyes unfocused, yet she was feverishly masturbating.
“She's sleep walking,” Alex Wolfe suddenly said, standing and moving quickly to the delicate girl. “She does it all the time, almost every night. Come on, honey, let's get you back into bed…”
“He said Stephanie was sleepwalking,” Mrs. Rimfield told her gorgeous teen niece, Veronica. “But she was watching us have sex, I know, and she was masturbating while doing so. I could hear how wet she was.”
They lounged by the pool in the middle of the afternoon, each in a black bikini the size of a postage stamp, each with a large rum punch. Veronica was only 15 and in the 9th-grade, it was true, but Kitty Rimfield wasn't her mother, after all, so took no actual responsibility for the teen.
The sun was a bright ball of fire in the purest of blue skies overhead, a gentle breeze smelling of tropical flowers stirring the leaves of the surrounding palm trees.
It was paradise in every possible way.
“He and young Stephanie were fucking so loudly the other night you could have heard it on the moon-I had to use two vibrators to get through it, one in my pussy and another up my asshole. I felt like we were having a threesome…if I'd been just a touch bolder, I'd have gone down to join them.”
“Holy shit,” Veronica breathed.
“They were like animals,” the older redheaded woman continued, “At certain points, I thought I was listening to actual kangaroos fucking down there-it was… arousing, to say the least, although as the Resident Manager, I did have some concerns about the furniture.”
Veronica laughed gaily.
“It sounds like you enjoyed investigating them,” Veronica said. “I mean, really, Aunt Kitty, you went right to bed with the man!”
Mrs. Rimfield's teenage niece was a stunning brunette with a trim figure and a bright smile. She also possessed youthfully firm, uptilted breasts that every man in the pool area was trying to get a better look at.
That the gawkers were mostly ancient retirees mattered not in the least to her. Or to them-the girl was a super-hottie and they felt they had every right to look.
In any case, she loved the obvious attention.
“Veronica, my child,” Mrs. Rimfield started as if talking to an actual child, “if you'd heard them fucking like I did, you'd be worried about that adorable little girl as well. Yet, I've discovered I really like the man.”
Her niece nodded thoughtfully, then took a long drink of her rum punch.
“In a sexual way, you mean,” the high school girl suggested.
“In every way,” the other woman answered. “He seems like a really great person, not someone who'd be abusing his own daughter.”
“Hmmm…”
Despite their age differences, Veronica was Mrs. Rimfield's best friend in Florida and had always been her favorite niece-particularly since that night they'd somehow ended up together at a raucous college frat party at which neither expected to see the other.
It'd been at that party where they'd learned they were, indeed, more than merely related-they were kindred spirits.
Mrs. Rimfield was attending as the guest of two students whom she'd met at a local drinking establishment. She'd been shocked to discover her own sweet underaged niece, naked on her knees, hopelessly drunk, and sucking off several of the college boys, her eager hands and mouth actively working to please them.
“Veronica!” her aunt gasped, which caused the younger girl to stop, then turn to her in great surprise.
“Aunt Katherine!”
Veronica was exceptionally sweaty and cum-smeared, multiple strands of wet shiny semen on her upturned bare breasts, in her hair, on her face, and running down her chin.
A single extra-long strand of it was even dangling precariously from the perfect tip of one of her distended pink nipples.
As Veronica looked over to her aunt, the stiff cock she'd been servicing with her mouth erupted, an additional load of ropy semen covering her face and, a moment later, dripping from her full lips.
Stunned at the timing, Mrs. Rimfield's young niece could only drunkenly laugh with child-like surprise, then shrug with a guilty little smile as she licked the excess off her fingers.
To which her aunt reacted:
“My God, you filthy little slut!”
Of course, it was a case of the slut calling a slut a slut, because Mrs. Rimfield wore only a pair of crotchless black panties herself and was on her hands and knees being fucked doggy-style by an eager line of young college boys.
“Aunt Katherine,” Veronica could only say in her own defense, “it obviously takes one to know one.”
From that moment on, they were closer than ever.
“There's the little girl herself,” Mrs. Rimfield warned her niece. “With her father. I'll have them come over and I'll introduce you.”
Veronica nodded.
They'd been still sunning themselves at the pool when Alex walked out of the maintenance shed, a toolbox in one hand, his daughter with him. He spotted Mrs. Rimfield across the parking lot and smiled knowingly at her, then pointed for his daughter's benefit.
A minute later, the young girl smiled and headed toward the pool as her father headed in the other direction.
“She's a cute little thing,” Veronica allowed.
“Act casual,” her aunt commanded. “I want to discover what's going on, but I don't want to alert her to anything odd going on.”
“I'll be good,” her niece promised.
“Hello, Mrs. Rimfield,” Stephanie nodded pleasantly. “Is this your daughter?”
“Stephanie, this is Veronica, my niece,” Mrs. Rimfield smiled. “She visits her boring old aunt whenever she has absolutely nothing else to do.”
Veronica smiled at that.
“Wrong,” the high school girl corrected. “I visit her whenever I need an adventure of sorts.”
“An adventure…?” Stephanie asked, intrigued.
“She's trying to make me sound more interesting than I am,” Mrs. Rimfield told the girl. “Anyway, how are you enjoying your stay here? Having any…fun?”
The young girl gave her a sweet smile.
Her youthful, freshly scrubbed face had no hint of worry or concern, and certainly not any of the understated angst one might expect from a girl being sexually abused in any way. Of course, during that night she'd listened to them, it was obvious there was no coercion going on-the little 10-year-old was a full-blown participant.
“Have you and your dad been up to anything…unusual?” the Resident Manager probed ever so gently. “When I saw you late last night, you had a most unusual look on your face, is why I ask.”
And your small hand was working in your filmy underpants, she could have said.
But, of course, did not. Instead, she studied the little girl without seeming to, trying to see the truth of the matter in her bright young eyes.
Stephanie began to respond but then stopped abruptly with an uncertain smile.
“Last night?” she said slowly, clearly trying to recall. “I didn't see you last night, not that I can remember. What time was it?”
Mrs. Rimfield gave her a quick smile.
“Dear, it was well after midnight,” she told the child. “I was, uh, visiting your father and you came to the door of your bedroom. Maybe you were too sleepy to remember seeing me.”
If there was any attempt on the girl's part to conceal her memory of their meeting, to pretend nothing had happened, Mrs. Rimfield couldn't detect it in any way. It was obvious Stephanie didn't remember a thing about it.
“I'm sorry, but I don't remember,” the little 10-year-old said. And then she looked to Veronica, who appeared to be staring at her with an open frankness. “Is something the matter? You're looking at me so oddly.”
Veronica merely smiled at Stephanie.
“You are cute as a bug,” she told the girl. “My aunt told me all about you, that she heard you and your father playing a game in your apartment a couple of nights ago. A loud game, that went on all night. And that you were having so much fun, she could hear you in her place right above.”
But Stephanie clearly drew a blank, her little-girl's brain working (obvious from her puzzled expression and the little frown line that appeared on her smooth forehead), but no recollection of that night apparently registered.
“What kind of game?” she wanted to know. “I don't remember that, either. And I'm usually in bed and asleep by ten o'clock, unless my dad lets me stay up later to watch a movie or something.”
Mrs. Rimfield gave her niece a warning look, then said, “Let's not grill the child, Veronica. She's here on her vacation, after all. So, Stephanie, I haven't seen you in the pool yet. Is there a problem?”
The girl gave her a little shrug.
“I didn't know if I was supposed to,” she said earnestly. “My dad said I shouldn't be getting in the way, since I'm too young to really be here.”
Mrs. Rimfield gave her a broad smile.
“That's particularly thoughtful of both you and your father,” she said. “But you're a guest here and an important one. Would you like to go into the pool?”
And the girl's sweet face lit up.
“Yes, I would,” she said. “I've brought a swimsuit and everything.”
“You just make yourself right at home here,” Mrs. Rimfield let her know. “We want you to be happy during your stay.”
And little Stephanie beamed.
“Thank you, Mrs. Rimfield…”
It was after 1:00 a.m. that very night, or morning, Veronica staying over, when both women heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from the apartment below.
Mrs. Rimfield adored her young niece and, ever since they'd discovered each other at the frat party, they'd been ardent girl-on-girl lovers as well as relatives, spending as much time together as possible.
She'd been lying naked on her king-size bed, still sweaty from a session of mutual pussy-licking fun. Veronica, naked and sweaty as well, stood beside the bed, making a final adjustment to the strap-on dildo she wore.
The pretty 15-year-old high school girl swung her slim hips side-to-side, wagging the large rubber penis in the air.
“Damn, I love having a dick!” Mrs. Rimfield's sweet niece said. “Especially one that never quits…let me fuck you with it right now.”
“Veronica, this is serious,” her aunt continued, sitting up at the ongoing sounds from below. “If they're at it again, maybe we should get dressed and go down there! I do have a key, after all.”
But her niece's attention was still focused on the sexual apparatus she wore, which Mrs. Rimfield had only recently bought for her.
At the same time, she'd purchased anal beads, three exotic-looking vibrators, tropically-flavored anal lubrication, and a small but sturdy actual fucking machine, still unboxed in her closet and awaiting Veronica's birthday, which her young niece was to sit on, pumping her hips, so that the thing could fuck her from below, endlessly.
Or until her legs cramped up.
“Look how real it looks!”
The younger girl was running her slender fingers up and down the realistic rubber cock of the strap-on, admiring the thickness of the shaft, the overly large smooth head, the vein-covered surface.
“Listen to me,” Mrs. Rimfield said. “I'm serious, damn it!”
Veronica finally looked back to her aunt.
“Maybe her father's watching a dirty movie,” the girl suggested, still not a true believer when it came to that night Mrs. Rimfield supposedly heard them so eagerly going at it. “His daughter's probably sound asleep.”
“Exactly!” Mrs. Rimfield said, sliding off the bed. “You remember what I told you about that…”
As soon as they'd returned from the pool earlier that afternoon, and while Veronica stripped off her miniscule bikini and jumped into the shower, Mrs. Rimfield went straight to her computer and looked up everything she could about sleepwalking.
“My God,” she said, shaking her head. “This is unbelievable.”
But Veronica, already soaping her vagina first as she always did (getting herself off at her young age still being her number one priority), opened the glass shower door and called out, “My pussy isn't going to lick itself, Aunt Kitty!”
“I have to look at this,” Mrs. Rimfield called back. “And I told you, if you'd take a yoga class, you could lick the damn thing yourself.”
On the Internet, she learned that sleepwalking was technically called parasomnia, and that sexsomnia was a real term, only recently coined, to describe sleep sex, a rare but actual disorder where the person engaged in sexual acts while asleep.
Often highly enthusiastic sexual acts, it turned out, with accompanying groans, vocal cries and urgings, yet with no memory whatsoever of it in the morning.
“This is amazing,” she said, believing she'd found the key to what was going on, and realizing what occurred directly below her two nights earlier. “He's screwing his little daughter while she's sleepwalking!”
Mrs. Rimfield was even further amazed to discover that one woman in a case study drove her car on numerous occasions while asleep, always to have hours-long sexual intercourse with a variety of strangers.
“Stephanie has no idea her dad's fucking her,” she said. “Jesus.”
But after relaying the information to Veronica, her niece remain unconvinced.
The entire sleep-fucking theory involving little Stephanie seemed too far-fetched to her, especially since Veronica's mind was still set on simply getting her great-looking aunt into bed for the rest of that afternoon.
Her visits to the retirement complex were always centered around exactly that-she and her oversexed Aunt Kitty making each other come as many times as possible. But much later that night, with the very real sounds of rising sexual urgency coming from the apartment beneath them, she finally relented.
“Whatever,” she said, still just a moody high school girl after all.
“Now take that thing off,” Mrs. Rimfield told her, meaning the strap-on dildo. “And let's get down there and see what's really going on.”
Veronica sighed theatrically.
“Fine,” she said. “But all we're going to discover is your brand new boyfriend whacking off to a dirty movie.” She suddenly smiled. “Hey, if that's true, maybe you wouldn't mind sharing him-you said he fucked you so good, it almost rattled your back teeth out!”
“We'll see,” the girl's redheaded aunt conceded.
She was hoping Veronica was right. She had no interest in getting anyone in trouble, especially young Alex Wolfe, whom she was becoming especially fond of. And, yes, of course she'd share the man with her favorite niece.
Mrs. Rimfield was many things to many people, but selfish wasn't one of them.
“But let's go down there with an open mind.”
Mrs. Rimfield and her sexy 15-year-old niece Veronica stood outside the door of the downstairs apartment in just their shorty summer robes and sandals. Neither had bothered to get fully dressed. Or even put on panties or bras.
“Let me do the talking,” the older woman said. “And if you're right, and Alex is just watching a dirty movie while his daughter's asleep, we'll both fuck him until he can't walk.”
Hence the lack of underwear, on the likelihood that Veronica had guessed the situation correctly. Though Mrs. Rimfield didn't really believe it.
“Great,” the younger girl said, her hand already in her robe, between her legs, and doing something in there. “This should be fun.”
Veronica was always so sexually aroused, it seemed, though who was her oversexed aunt to talk (or complain), after all?
Mrs. Rimfield slipped her master key into the lock, opening the dead bolt first, and then opened the lower lock, before silently turning the knob and slowly pushing open the door.
A single living room light was on, the pull-out couch made into a bed for little 10-year-old Stephanie's visit. Yet the adorable girl was nowhere to be seen. Her pale blue panties and her pajamas, however, had been tossed carelessly to the floor.
The sounds of urgent fucking, which brought them both down to investigate in the first place, came directly from the bedroom still, where a small light of some kind was also on. The bedsprings were rhythmically creaking with every sharp young cry coming from the room.
And definitely not cries of pain but rather of intensifying pleasure, unmistakably Stephanie's own. A moment later, the 10-year-old girl's actual voice came through the doorway loud and clear:
“I love you fucking me, Daddy,” she was groaning. “I love it! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I want every inch of your big cock in my little cunt! Uhhh! Ohhh, yes, yes, Daddy, it's so good! Fuck me harder!”
And the sight that greeted both aunt and niece as they silently moved to the open bedroom door stopped them dead in their tracks.
“Good grief…” Veronica whispered at the sight before them. “I can't believe you were right, Aunt Kitty! Sort of.”
Father and preteen daughter were naked and coupled together on the king-sized bed, much as Mrs. Rimfield had sadly expected.
But what she hadn't anticipated, not in the least, was that Alex Wolfe was flat on his back, while his naked 10-year-old daughter straddled his bare hips, leaning forward with her small hands on his bare chest and riding his big thick cock for everything she was worth.
Clearly wide awake.
From below, her father was feverishly thrusting himself up into her, fucking her for sure, but his eyes were unfocused and glazed, even though open.
“Don't stop fucking me, Daddy,” the naked little girl encouraged him. “Don't stop, don't stop! I want to fuck all night!”
Stephanie's fine blonde hair was damp with sweat and plastered to her head, her sweet angelic face twisted with the pure lust raging through her. She glanced to them, Mrs. Rimfield and Veronica, but her skinny young thighs continued pumping her bare little ass, her hairless cunt sliding up and down.
Up and down the entire length of Alex Wolfe's upright penis.
“I was hoping you'd come down,” little Stephanie said to them, finally, gradually slowing her fervid activity. “Daddy's been fucking me so good tonight!”
Mrs. Rimfield moved to the side of the bed.
“My God, Stephanie,” she shook her head, staring. “Is your father asleep?”
The skinny little blonde nodded.
“He's a sleepwalker,” the youngster said. “A sleep-fucker, I guess, and he never remembers the filthy stuff we do, even though he always fucks me four or five times a night. And tonight's been the best of all.”
“Unbelievable.”
“He doesn't know he's fucking you?” Veronica asked. “Really?”
The little girl who'd been riding the man like a bucking bronco shook her head.
“I love my dad, but he wouldn't fuck me,” she said. “I couldn't even suck his dick, he said, after I told him I'd done it, a lot, to boys back home. He just lectured me about being a good girl, which isn't me.”
The older woman nodded.
“So you don't sleepwalk?” Mrs. Rimfield asked her. “Like last night, when you watched your dad and I doing it in your living room?”
Stephanie bit her sweet lower lip, clearly remembering it.
“I was wide awake and wanted to join you and my dad so much,” she admitted. “I fingerfucked myself the rest of the night. But my father thinks I'm the sleepwalker, not him, so I had to pretend.”
“Unbelievable,” she said again.
“So…” Stephanie started. “Now what?”
Mrs. Rimfield and her 15-year-old niece looked to each other, perplexed at what they'd discovered.
“Well…he's not molesting you,” the Resident Manager ventured, working it out. “At least, not intentionally. If anything, you're taking unfair advantage of him. Sexually, that is.”
And Stephanie was immediately shaking her head.
“That's not true,” she insisted. “The first night I was here, he pulled down my panties and licked my pussy. I didn't realize he was sleeping, though, until he got between my legs and started fucking me. He had that weird look, like now.”
“You didn't try to stop him?” Mrs. Rimfield asked.
The little blonde girl exhaled, then shook her head as if it was obvious.
“I wanted him to fuck me,” she said. “When he wouldn't earlier, I told him I was doing it with two or three of my mom's boyfriends, letting them fuck me. But it got him all upset instead of making him want to fuck me, too.”
Mrs. Rimfield gave her a look right back.
“No father wants to hear that,” she told the girl. “It's probably what set him off, doing the sleep-sex thing.”
Stephanie, still sitting atop her father with his stiff cock buried in her bald little pussy, just shook her head again with a sudden look of remorse.
“I know,” she admitted, sadly. “I shouldn't have told him. But he knows it's me when he's fucking me, using my name and everything. And we've both been loving it, not just me.”
“We could tell,” Veronica agreed, “Maybe we should just wake him up and let him know what's happening every night.”
Stephanie laughed.
“I've tried,” she told them. “But he's impossible to wake up because he thinks he is awake. Besides, you're not supposed to wake up a sleepwalker, anyway. I read that somewhere.”
Both Mrs. Rimfield and Veronica thought it over.
“I'm not certain that's true,” the older red-haired woman said. “Beside, that was just an older episode of the Honeymooners, where Ed Norton was sleepwalking trying to find his cow-”
“Huh?!?”
Accompanied by the blankest of looks from both young schoolgirls, neither of whom could begin to fathom what the older woman was blithering about.
Anyway…” Mrs. Rimfield, unabashed, went on, ”…maybe we shouldn't wake him, just in case. But I will have to tell Alex about this in the morning. I'm afraid he'll be very disappointed in you, Stephanie.”
She just shrugged, not seeming overly concerned.
“I'll bet not,” she said. “Once he learns we're already doing it, with you as a witness, I think he'll want to keep fucking me.”
“You may be right,” Mrs. Rimfield said. “Asleep or not, Alex was clearly enjoying it.”
“I'll say,” Veronica pitched in. “I almost climbed up there with you.”
Which got a sudden smile from the much younger girl.
“Back home, my babysitter taught me to lick pussy,” Stephanie said. “She said I was great at it. I hope you'll let me prove it. I love licking pussy.”
And she gave both women a look that was unmistakable in its lewd intent.
Mrs. Rimfield exhaled slowly, then looked to her teen niece.
“I admit, I never saw this coming…” she started.
“Hold on,” the little 10-year-old said then, slowly beginning to pump her narrow hips again. “Speaking of which, my father's coming right now! I've been squeezing my cunt while we talked, keeping him interested, and his cock's jerking all over the place! Ohhh, it feels really good!”
And while they watched, the naked youngster began fucking her father again, her breathing growing quickly uneven.
From beneath her, a deeply sleeping Alex Wolfe opened his glazed eyes wide and began groaning loudly with the sudden and explosive expulsion of his hot semen, thick streams of it squirting up into his own daughter.
“Uhhh, Steph!” he cried out hoarsely, pushing his spurting cock even farther up into her. “Sweetheart, I'm coming in your fantastic little cunt again! Uhhh, God, it feels too good to stop!'
And his bare ass jerked up off the bed as he thrust himself fully into the little girl, fucking her with a blind intensity that almost threw her off him.
“We're so bad, so bad…” he went on, fucking her with a fury. “We'll be going to Hell for this, Stephanie, I know, but it's worth it! All I can think about is fucking you all the time! Ohhhh God!”
“Do it, Daddy, do it!” she said back to him, her narrow hips jerking wildly to give the sleeping man even more pleasure. She was a little girl who knew what she was doing, all right. “Cum in me! Fill me with it! Oh, God, I'm coming, too!”
And both aunt and niece raptly watched the sweaty naked youngster go through the spasms of her own orgasm, her breath getting even more ragged as her climax caused her to shudder violently all over.
Even her tiny pink nipples got eagerly into it, popping out stiffly and all pointy on her flat chest, the little girl suddenly pulling at those nipples with her fingertips in an effort to prolong her illicit pleasure.
“I love you, Daddy, I love you,” was what she kept saying, over and over, as she seemed to climax a very long time. “Thank you so much for fucking me! I mean it! Thank you, Daddy, thank you!”
And then she pitched forward onto his chest, lying there panting, her entire naked body still trembling.
“He's not abusing her,” Veronica pointed out to her aunt. “Like you said, it's little Stephanie who's the instigator. And didn't she come really great!? It got me, like, super wet, watching her.”
“Yes, yes,” Mrs. Rimfield said. “I got that.”
Veronica was lying naked on the pull-out sleeper sofa in Alex Wolfe's living room, her bare thighs spread wide as little Stephanie enthusiastically licked her pussy up and down and 'round and 'round.
Especially around her sweet quivering clit.
“That's it,” the excitable 15-year-old said to the much younger girl, close enough to her third orgasm in the last fifteen minutes so that she was panting like a dog needing water. “You're going to make me come again! Ohhh, I'm almost there.”
In the bedroom, the youngster's father was sleeping soundly, softly snoring, but all three of them knew he'd be up sometime soon-at least his sleep-fucking thick cock would be up.
For them to all take turns on.
“I'll tell him everything in the morning,” Stephanie had sincerely promised. “But, until then…”
There were five more days before the little girl went home on Friday, Mrs. Rimfield knew, five days and nights. And, like she'd said, “Until then…”
“Put it in me,” Stephanie said to Mrs. Rimfield, her voice muffled by the wetness of Veronica's cunt, which her face was pressed tightly into. “I can take it.”
From where Mrs. Rimfield knelt on the bed behind Stephanie, she could see how perfectly pink the girl's sweet pussy was, how wet it was, her father's big cock leaving it gaping open just enough to be irresistible to a woman who appreciated pussy.
“I'm a huge slut,” the sweet-faced 10-year-old earlier admitted. “I was no virgin when I came down here and I'd rather eat pussy than chocolate cake, which proves I'm wildly oversexed.”
“I'll say,” Veronica had said. “I love chocolate cake.”
And on it went like that, until:
“Well…” Mrs. Rimfield hesitated.
She was wearing the large strap-on black dildo she'd bought for Veronica, the bulbous head and entire shaft of the rubber cock liberally coated with the flavored anal lube she'd bought as well.
It dangled in front of her, the tip of it grazing little Stephanie's bare ass, causing the girl to jerk slightly. “Put it in me,” she said again, pushing her butt back just enough to open her juicy cunt in further invitation. “Put it in me and fuck my 10-year-old brains out!”
“Very well, dear,” the naked red-haired woman finally agreed, all hesitation gone on her part. The blonde youngster was a huge slut, as she'd said, exactly like she herself and her young niece had always been. “Here comes a fuck you'll remember the rest of your life.”
And she slowly pushed the large back dildo into the little girl's slippery cunt.
Mrs. Rimfield, after all, was many things to many people, but being in full control of her own sexual urges was not one of them.