Chapter One

The Sunday sunlight was merciless for almost everyone. It spilled across the kitchen tiles like judgment, bright and unflinching.

The house smelled of coffee, bacon, and faintly of smoke from last night’s fire. By the time I got downstairs, everyone was already in various stages of hangover: Dad clutching an aspirin bottle, Mom buried behind her sunglasses, neighbors murmuring over black coffee. Even Aunt Marlene looked a little dulled at the edges. She was barefoot, hair half‑tamed, still somehow radiant beneath the exhaustion.

She caught my eye from across the kitchen and smiled, small but unmistakable. Heat shot through me like memory. I looked away, my stomach twisting.

We hadn’t talked about what happened. In fact, this was the first time I’d seen her since falling asleep. The night had blurred into silence after…well, after everything. I didn’t even know what to call it—what we were in that dark, breathless space. All I knew was that I’d wanted it, and that terrified me more than anything.

Am I a lesbian now? Bisexual? God, how could I have hooked up with my aunt!

For the tenth time in as many hours, I reminded myself that Aunt Marlene wasn't really my aunt. She was my mom's best friend and not related to me at all, which made me feel not one bit better, unfortunately.

After we both had caught our breath the night before, Aunt Marlene walked me to my own bedroom, since her bed was a soaking mess of our juices. We both curled under the covers. My aunt spooned to my back like a mother bear over her cub. When I woke late this morning, she was gone. A glance into her room before coming downstairs showed Aunt Marlene had woken early to change the sheets and clean the rug from our messes.

I slid into an empty chair at the giant dining table, every nerve on edge. My hands trembled as I reached for the orange juice. Around me, people groaned about headaches and sunburns, laughing hazily at each other’s half-remembered antics.

“You look pretty rough too,” an older guy joked from across the table. He was one of the neighbors I had met in passing. “You sneak into the liquor cabinet too?”

I shrugged an awkward laugh. “Just not a morning person.”

Truth be told, my legs, arms, and abdomen were hurt worse than anything else. My orgasms last night had flexed muscles in my body I didn’t even know I had. I woke this morning feeling as though I was in the gym too long last night. I was starting to breathe normally when I saw her.

Nora appeared from the kitchen doorway, calm and composed in loose linen shorts and a white shirt tied at the waist. Even hungover, she managed poise; her dark hair was pulled into a sleek knot, her eyes sharp despite the morning fatigue.

“Everyone eat up,” she commanded with a faint smile. “Grease is the best cure for last night’s sins.” That earned her a few laughs. She set down a platter of scrambled eggs and sausage at the center of the table.

When she reached me, she laid a plate in front of me herself. “You especially, Ashley. You look like you need it.” Her tone was light—maybe too light.

I giggled painfully, trying to shrink into the chair, “Thanks.”

Oh my God! Does she know? Did Aunt Marlene tell her?

Nora lingered a heartbeat longer, one brow tilting. “Did you have fun last night?”

My throat dried. She knows. The thought screamed through my head. I could feel every muscle tighten, my pulse hammering.

“I—uh—”

Before I could implode, Aunt Marlene’s voice cut smoothly across the room. “She sure did,” she said brightly. She had arrived with a plate of biscuits and a large bowl of sausage gravy. “Ashley was up late watching the fireworks and the fire burn down. Weren’t you, sweetheart?”

The air caught in my chest. I forced a nod. “Yeah…yeah, they were beautiful.”

Nora’s mouth curved in something between amusement and suspicion. “Mm‑hmm. Good. I’d hate to think anyone left Florida bored.”

Aunt Marlene and Nora shared a peck of a kiss as they went back to the stove. My hands shook so badly I nearly dropped my fork.

I focused on my breakfast, pretending everything was fine, even as my insides buzzed with panic and guilt. Not only was I just figuring out that I’m kind of into girls… but I’m also a homewrecker.

I slept with another woman’s girlfriend…

I chewed my food as if it took extra effort. As attracted as I was to my aunt—which deserved a night of thought on its own—the guilt of hurting Nora turned my stomach. I released a long sigh and focused on the moment.

Just one more day… We’re going home tomorrow morning.

By afternoon, the hangovers faded into laughter. Someone hauled the speakers back out to the deck, softer this time, and the atmosphere eased into one last day of vacation peace.

Everyone treated Sunday like a farewell celebration. There was sunbathing, gentle swims, and lazy lounging.

Nora suggested a boat ride, her domain. By the time we boarded her sleek white speedboat, coolers filled with soda and sandwiches, the sun was warm and forgiving again. The waves slapped lightly against the hull as we cut through the bay.

Aunt Marlene leaned beside her on the side rail, wearing a navy sarong wrapped low around her hips and a gold bikini that caught every glint of light. She put her hand on her girlfriend’s back and lived free and easy, laughing at everything, waving to neighbors as we passed their docks.

I sat near the back, trying not to stare at either of them and failing miserably. Did Aunt Marlene not feel as guilty as I do about what happened?

When we finally anchored in a calm cove, everyone jumped in to swim. The water was glassy and surprisingly warm. My brother cannonballed off the side; my parents floated lazily on foam noodles; laughter drifted across the waves.

At some point, Nora climbed back onto the deck, water running down her arms. I tried to focus on my book, I read as I lazily kicked my legs back and forth off the dock. Instead, Nora’s bouncing breasts inside her white bikini were like a magnet for my eyes. She grabbed a towel, then eyed me, “You’ll fry if you don’t reapply.”

“W-What?”

“You're back. It’s starting to get red,” she said. Tossing her towel, she found a tube of sunscreen and, without another word, sat herself behind me, legs spooning the back of mine.

“Oh, uh, um, th-thank you,” I managed. My face turned red, too, but not from the sun. As Nora’s hands began to lather the cool cream over my shoulders and upper back, I couldn’t help but experience déjà vu from the position we were in.

Only last night it was with Nora’s girlfriend…

“How’s the book?” Nora asked after a minute. Her hands rubbed down to my lower back.

“Oh, um, good. It’s, it’s good. D-Do you like to read?”

“If I have time. I get distracted easily. I’m like a dog chasing cars,” Nora said, and I jumped when her hands rubbed over my ribs. “Ticklish, I see.”

I swallowed hard. “A little bit.”

“Marlene didn’t tell me that.” Her tone softened, but there was an edge underneath. “She tells me you two had a lot of fun last night.”

My heart stopped. The world shrank to her voice, the lotion slick between her fingers, and my skin.

“Oh, I—Yeah, um, yeah—”

“Relax.” She laughed quietly, low in her throat. “You really are jumpy, aren’t you?”

I went still. The others were in the water only a few feet away. Nora finished rubbing the sunscreen across my shoulders and around my throat. She spoke again with her hand lightly clasped around my jugular. Just like Aunt Marlene did to me… Just like Nora had done to her. “Don’t worry. Marlene and I wouldn’t be together if we didn’t both enjoy the same kind of fun.”

I could hear a faintly mischievous smirk in her voice as she whispered in my ear. “It’s even better when we have fun together.” She ended the conversation with a light peck of a kiss on my cheek before she stood and returned to the water.

I sat frozen for several seconds, the wind tugging gently at my hair, not sure if I’d just been threatened or invited.

Chapter Two

The rest of the day floated by in a haze of bewildered calm. After swimming, we grilled hot dogs, corn, and trays of mixed veggies. The laughter was quieter now, mellow but warm.

By dusk, a small bonfire flickered back to life near the beach. Someone brought out a bag of marshmallows and long skewers; soon, the air smelled of caramelized sugar and smoke. I almost managed to feel normal again.

Until Mom, already tipsy on her second glass of wine, poked me with a skewer and said, “My little bookworm here doesn’t need all of this anyway—she prefers old novels to boys.”

The group chuckled. My face flamed. They had been talking about how dating has changed so much and how marriage isn’t what it used to be. Somehow, I knew Mom would take the opportunity to make a jab at her single daughter.

Aunt Marlene grinned across the fire. “Ah, we’ve got that in common then. Books never let you down.”

Everyone laughed again, and my embarrassment softened.

“You know,” she added after a moment, her tone gentle but carrying, “the neighbor down the beach has a gorgeous private library. Shelves floor to ceiling. He lets me borrow things when he’s gone for the season.”

“That sounds like paradise,” I said.

Mom perked up. “Ashley, you should see it! Go, explore a little. Might inspire one of your editor fantasies.”

Instinct told me to decline, but Aunt Marlene was already rising. “Come on, Sunshine. I’ll show you.”

I felt everyone’s amused eyes on me. “All right,” I mumbled, getting to my feet. Nora quietly watched us leave from the dark edge of the fire.

The sand was cool beneath our bare feet as we walked along the shoreline, the waves hushing against the beach. The lights from the party faded behind us until only the moon guided the way.

My aunt walked a little ahead, the loose fabric of her wrap fluttering in the breeze. She glanced back once, smiling softly. “You always look like you’re halfway between curiosity and fear,” she said.

“That’s kind of my life,” I admitted.

“Don’t worry. Curiosity gets you a long way in this world. Just gotta get rid of the fear,” Aunt Marlene said, clutching my shoulders in a friendly way.

“That’s easier said than done.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” she said and looked down at me with a warm smile. “I had fun last night. Did you?”

“My stomach tightened. “I did. I’m a little confused…”

She laughed. “I was too after my first time.”

“…and I’m a little guilty…”

“Guilty?”

I hesitated. “I don’t know… It just feels weird doing that behind Nora’s back?”

My aunt scoffed and shot me a smile like I was a cute puppy who just learned a new trick. “Oh, honey, she knows all about it.”

“She does?”

“Who do you think helped me strip the bed this morning? I told her all about it, and let me tell you, I’ve never seen Nora that jealous in my life.”

The wave of relief was matched by a surge of embarrassment as I imagined the two older women gossiping about my awkward body and the mess I’d made.

“But you said keep it a secret?”

“From your parents, Ashley!” Aunt Marlene hooted a laugh and grabbed my arm. “You mom and dad would kill me if they knew the things we did.”

I giggled and nodded. When we reached the beach house, it was dark in all directions. The houses over here are unoccupied for the season right now. I couldn’t even see our bonfire anymore.

We stopped at a large house, half-hidden behind palm trees. The windows were dark, the patio empty. Aunt Marlene pulled a set of keys from her wrap and unlocked the door.

“Perks of watering the plants while he’s gone,” she said, pushing it open.

Inside, the air smelled faintly of salt and old books. She flicked on a few lamps, and my breath caught.

The living room was massive, the ceiling rising two stories high. Every wall was lined with bookshelves—double-stacked rows packed with hardcovers, paperbacks, old journals, and travel maps. A ladder slid along the rails to reach the upper shelves, and a set of lounge chairs nestled beside tall windows that overlooked the water.

“Oh my god,” I whispered giddily. “I’ve always wanted a library with a ladder.”

Marlene laughed. “Told you.”

I stepped forward, tracing a spine with my finger, the foreign titles gleaming under the soft light. “It’s incredible,” I breathed.

“Go on, have a look around. I’m overdue to water some plants.”

I rubbed my fingers along the books as I walked around the room, stopping now and again to pluck one out to flip through. Using the ladder, I found that the older books were on the second story and, for the most part, ranged from religious to nonfiction. I kept to the fiction section. When Aunt Marlene returned, she found me plopped down on a sofa with three books stacked beside me and one in my hands.

“Anything good?” she asked. She flopped in the seat beside me and hung on my arm as a little sister would.

I giggled. “Yeah, there are a few here I’ve never heard of before!”

“You can borrow them if you like. I borrow things all the time. Just write the titles down so she knows, and you can mail them back.”

“Really?” I said, my eyes brightening.

“Yeah,” she laughed, then pushed a little closer. “Or maybe I can fly you back out here next summer, and you can return the books in person,” she said, facing me. Her fingers gently brushed my hair back behind my ear.

Closing the book in my hands, I chewed the corner of my lip nervously, searching my aunt’s eyes. She’s not really my aunt, she’s not really my aunt, she’s not really—I repeated to myself.

“I’d… I’d like that,” I finally managed to say. Aunt Marlene’s face lit up like Christmas morning.

“Really? Awww… that makes me so happy to hear…” she pulled me into a hug and squeezed as she rocked back and forth. “Nora and I would love to have you. Just between us, the rest of your family is kind of a lot. You fit in great around here.”

“Thanks,” I said, setting down the book in my hands and try to keep the heat from my cheeks. She wore a white t-shirt that hugged her breasts and her loose skirt. Her eyes bounced down to my pink short shorts and black shirt.

“And when you’re here, and it’s just you…” she said, taking my hands in hers. The smile on her face hooked. “We could be a bit more… free.”

Leaning forward, my aunt planted a slow and explorative kiss on my lips. I stiffened at first, but the older woman was gentle and tender with her lips and her touches. My body relaxed as I turned to face her, and our kiss built gradually into something more. Her hand slipped down my body and around the curve of my ass before pulling my leg up to her hips. As she pulled me on top of her so that I straddled her on the couch, Aunt Marlene’s tongue pushed deep inside my mouth, lapping the roof of my mouth.

“Mmm!” I whimpered. She squeezed my ass so that my crotch pressed down into hers.

“Hmhmm…” Aunt Marlene replied with a hum of approval. Our kissing grew intense and I felt the wetness forming between my thighs.

It felt strange to be mounted on top of another woman—especially a woman like my aunt. It gave me a confidence that wasn’t mine. After a few minutes up there, I realized it was me pressing the kisses further. I was pushing my tongue into my aunt’s mouth…

That moment ended abruptly when I heard the door latch click. Straightening, I broke the kiss and saw a figure walk from the darkness toward the couch and the single light illuminating part of the living room. She still wore her white bikini and had her white-and-black sarong draped over her hips. The commanding stare behind Nora’s eyes was penetrating and made me want to hide underground.

“Looks like you started without me,” she said, kicking off her flip-flops beside our sandals.

I tried to leap off my aunt, but she gripped my hips, holding me in place.

“Don’t worry, hun. I’m just getting her warmed up,” Aunt Marlene said over her shoulder.

Stepping behind the sofa, Nora bent over, her breasts swaying as she kissed my aunt upside down, and slowly straightened, eyeing me like a meal.

“Please. Don’t let me interrupt,” Nora said as she walked away. My eyes followed her as far as I could before my aunt hooked her hand around the back of my neck and pulled my lips down to her smirking lips.

We continued making out for several minutes, though I had difficulty focusing as I could hear Nora opening cabinets and moving behind me. Whatever she was doing, I knew it was done when I felt her palms squeeze my shoulders and my aunt relented from our kiss.

“I heard all about your experience last night, Ashley…” Nora spoke as her hands slid down my chest and groped my breasts while my aunt watched. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Y-Yes,” I said, breathless.

Her hands slid back up to my throat, then wrapped around my loose auburn hair and pulled it back in a ponytail that slowly grew tighter in her fist. “Mmm… I bet…” she said, looking down on me from upside down. “Tonight it’s going to be a little different. Don’t worry, though,” she whispered as she kissed my forehead. Her one hand pulled my ponytail like the reins of a horse while the other wrapped around my throat. “No matter how powerless you are, you’re in complete control. If you ever want to stop, all you have to say is ‘book,’ understand?”

“Y-Yes.” Between the contorted position I was contorted in and my aunt’s fingers teasing my nipples through my shirt, I was panting. “But, stop what?”

Nora replied with a sharp smirk.

Chapter Three

“Mmmahm!” I gasped and moaned at the same time. With so many things happening at once, I could barely focus on one thing, but I felt each one separately, like lightning strikes across my body in a thunderstorm. “Mmmm!”

Nore pinched my face in one hand as she cranked my lips over my shoulder to kiss her hard and deep. While her rough handling of me was uncomfortable, it sparked a thrill in my chest as I remembered how I first spied on her, giving my aunt the same treatment only nights ago.

Aunt Marlene devoured the exposed side of my throat like a vampire. Her lips broke from my flesh only long enough to spit a thick gob of saliva on her fingers before stuffing them inside my waistband behind me and weaseling her hand between my plump butt cheeks. I was barely a virgin before this family trip, and I was barely grasping that I might be, at best, bisexual just this evening—I couldn’t even guess if the feeling I felt as my aunt reamed my butthole was pleasure and not. All I knew was that the feeling was intense. Almost as intense as it was to be sandwiched between these two older ladies.

With me still mounted on my aunt’s lap, Nora sat on Aunt Marlene’s thighs directly behind me—spooning my back and forcing me to mash my tits into my aunt’s heavy breasts. The feeling would have been claustrophobic with anyone else, but with these two voluptuous women, it was intoxicating.

Nora kissed me as if she were my queen and her saliva was a gift. Her tongue depressed mine and reached deep into my mouth, almost touching my gag reflex. Holding me back against her by my ponytail, her other hand released my face and raked down my chest. When she clawed it back up, she yanked my shirt off with it. I heard the fabric crackle and stretch before she finally flung it across the room.

“Mmmmmm! There they are—get this shit off of her,” Nora commanded as Aunt Marlene quickly untied my bikini and ripped it away.

“See?” my aunt encouraged with a brimming smile. “Didn’t I say they were spectacular?”

Nora leered over my shoulder, and I felt like a show dog being judged. Her hand groped my breasts as she bit her lower lip.

“Mmmm!” I whimpered. She squeezed them roughly, then pinched my nipples and pulled them from my chest until the pleasure turned to pain. “Mmmahhh!”

“Mmhmhm,” Nora giggled through pursed lips, and turned her touch “That’s my girl. I knew my slut’s niece would make me proud.”

Nora allowed my aunt to pull my lips to hers. We kissed as Nora reached between us and slid her hand inside my short shorts waistband. This was done while Aunt Marlene did the same motion behind me with my butt, which I was becoming more and more focused on as I felt my aunt’s middle finger penetrating my anus deeper and deeper.

“Mm mm mm! Mmm!” I moaned into my aunt just as Nora found my clitoris.

“Ooooo, your niece is a wet one…” Nora said.

“Ughmm!” Aunt Marlene groaned in reply as her tongue wrestled mine.

My crotch was pressed against my aunt’s, so the back of Nora’s hand rubbed against Aunt Marlene’s clit just as it did mine, and I could tell she was loving it.

“Mmm… Mmm!” My eyebrows went tall as Nora rubbed my pussy hard and relentlessly.

My body would have been squirming in every direction if it weren’t pinned between these two cougars’ tits. The building tension in my body made me feel like a coiled spring about to pop. It felt as though these ladies had a map of my body and knew just every place to touch, rub, pluck, and fuck to push me closer and closer to the edge.

“There you go, my filthy fucking sluts… keep going…” Nora, with a dry laugh, encouraged me above my ear. She was using her entire arm to rub her fingers on my clitoris, and my thighs were starting quiver. “Oh, fuck! You’re already soaked. What a good fucking slut we have here, huh? What a good whore you’ll make one day…”

“Ahh!” The moan spilled out of my mouth between my panting breaths. “Oh my… Ffffuck! Oh my…” My voice was a high-pitched squeal while I could hear Aunt Marlene’s low, guttural groans beneath me.

“Come on, my sorority girl fucking slut!” Nora gripped my ponytail of hair with her free hand, yanking it back so her hot breath bathed my earlobe. “Cum for me. Cum for momma…”

Aunt Marlene moaned louder in response, and my pussy pulsated uncontrollably. My eyes lolled in my head as my heart dribbled in my chest. “I can’t—I can’t stop. I can’t stop it. Oh my God!”

“That’s it, do it! Cum, slut, cum!” Nora ordered through gritted teeth. “I can’t feel just how fucking wet your filthy cunt is. Can you hear that, huh? Can you hear how juicy your fucking pussy is for your mistress?!”

Aunt Marlene moaned louder, and I felt her jam her finger into my asshole deeper and faster. I clenched my butt shut, but she still fucked my hole hard.

“Y-Yes… Fuuck!” I gasped. Her fingers rubbed back and forth on my clit in a way that sent waves of pleasure crashing down on me over and over. My eyes flirted with the back of my head. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t catch my breath. I needed to cum, but it just kept building… and building… “OhmyGod… OhmyGod…” I uttered like a girl possessed.

My arms shook, and my legs trembled, trying to snap shut, but neither woman relented

“Ughhh God! I’m—I’m fucking cumming!” I cried as the orgasm cut through me like a sword. My muscles spasmed so hard I cramped in my calves and feet, but I could barely process it as the intensity of the orgasm was so strong. “Ahhh God!”

“Oh… Oh yesmm…” Aunt Marlene whimpered between kisses, her finger still buried in my ass. Our tits were sweaty and mashed together.

“Mmm! Good girl,” Nora groaned as she bit and sucked on my earlobe.

“Oh, dear God… Oh… fffffuck…” I rasped when I was finally able to.

“I think she’s ready,” Nora decided.

“Oh, lord, do I think she is, too!” my aunt said. She was almost as breathless as I and even more worked up.

“Ah—Ahhh!” I winced in sudden pain as Nora snatched my hair in a fist and yanked me off of my aunt’s lap. I staggered about before Nora pulled me down to my knees.

“There you go. Look at the mess you made on your loving aunt,” Nora pointed. Aunt Marlene was in the middle of taking her top off and unwrapping her skirt, which was soaked through. “Now while I get ready, you be a good little slut, and clean up your aunt. You’ve made quite the mess.”

Flinging the last of her clothes aside, my aunt wore a wicked smile as she curled her finger in my direction. I was still in a daze from this new rough treatment that I didn’t understand, but for the first time in my life, there was no social mystery I had to guess at. I was told what to do, and that was what was expected of me. There was a confidence born in that.

I crawled forward on my hands and knees until I felt the heat from Aunt Marlene’s pussy radiating on my face. Wrapping my lips around her, clitoris that was already bulging, I salivated as I lapped at the nub. Instantly, her warm thighs covered my ears like earmuffs as she writhed, sticking up her hips.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet, baby…” she cried. One hand gripped her breast, pinching her nipple, and her other combed through my hair so she could look down into my eyes. “Gods… Where have you been all my life? Yes, baby, just like that—suck it. Oh, God, yes! Suck it. Suck it!”

My aunt’s clit throbbed so hard I could wrap my lips around it as my tongue flicked on the sensitive tip. Her hip gyrated as I heard her juicy pussy squish beneath me. My cheeks were flush and I started to sweat, but Fuck! I was starting to love the taste of this bombshell blonde who was over twice my age.

“Fuck, yes! Don’t stop, honey!” she whined and pulled on the back of my head. Her gutteral alto moans were music to my ears. “Yes, yes, yes! Make aunty cum, make aunty cum—ohh fuck!”

The drip of juices from my aunt’s pussy became a drizzle and then a flood as I lapped and drank as much as I could. My eyes were hypnotized by her bouncing breasts that clapped to her chest with every buck. Her clammy thighs locked around my face, and I panicked for a brief moment, but I trusted my aunt, and I trusted her girlfriend. I had a secret now, one we shared. I knew my place now. I was their slut.

“Oh, good lord, girl…” Aunt Marlene groaned as she finally released my head. “Oh, my… You’re going to make my heart beat out of my chest!”

My face was slick with her cum and both of our sweat. I smiled up at my aunt, but her eyes raised to something behind me. It was right about then that I realized I was kneeling on several thick blankets that were covering a tarp of some kind. This struck me just as I felt hands gripping my hips.

“Very good girl… I think you’ll make an excellent addition around here,” Nora said, sliding her hands over the soft skin of my ass. “Marlene and I could even turn one of the guest rooms into yours permanently if you chose to stay down here at some point. Would you like that, Ashley?” she asked, and I felt her pillowy lips kiss down the curve of my back and around my ass cheek.

“Y-Yes, t-thank you, Nora—ahh!”

I received a swift smack on my ass at the mention of her name that stung but quickly dissipated.

“Ah, ah, ahhhh…” Nora said, her hot breath bathing my butt crack as her fingernails clawed down my cheeks to my pussy and back up again. “While you are naked with me, you will refer to me as mistress, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” the word fell out of my mouth with ease. She laughed and praised my compliance. Aunt Marlene leaned forward on the couch. Her tits swayed like wrecking balls as she smiled at me and brought my lips to her.

“Excellent. Now, let’s find out how you truly taste,” Mistress said. I felt her fingernails dig into my butt cheeks and spread them wide—wider than I ever felt in my life and exposing my anus and pussy below.

My breath caught in my throat when I felt her warm, wet tongue make a long lap from the base of my pussy, all the way past the perineum, and to my anus.

“Mmmm… what a nubile little thing you are. Your aunt was right about you. You are something special,” Mistress said.

“Ahhhhmmm!” I cried when I felt Mistress’s tongue push into my butthole and slither deeper inside me. It felt strange… It felt good… “Oh, my…” I gasped as her fingers glided over my pussy as she devoured my anus.

“Oh, Sweetheart, you’re doing so wonderfully!” Aunt Marlene sang between licks. She has moved on from our kiss to lapping up her juices on my cheeks, lips, chin, and throat. I had these cougars on both ends of me devouring me like a fresh-caught doe. “You’re so gorgeous. I’m so proud of you, honey.”

Panting, I smiled at my aunt as I chewed the corner of my lower lip. She’s proud of me. They… They think I’m gorgeous…

“Ahmm!” I moaned, clapping a hand over my as I felt fingers penetrate my pussy along with Mistress’s tongue worming deep inside my anus. My aunt giggled and stood, disappearing out of sight. “Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahhh!” I moaned as the fingers fucked my pussy hard and roughly.

“Mmm!” Mistress groaned from behind. Her face was buried between my cheeks.

I gripped the edge of the sofa as I rocked back and forth with every hard thrust from her fingers, pumping inside of me. My boobs hung beneath me and heaved back and forth. They clapped together and neared my chin before swinging back down. For the first time in my life, I felt sexy—not awkward—in my body. For the first time ever, I was comfortable in my own skin.

“Ahhh God, yes!” I moaned, allowing myself to enjoy it.

“Mmm… there’s my dirty slut,” Mistress said as she pulled her tongue and fingers from me. “I think our whore is finally finding her place.”

“I think so,” Aunt Marlene agreed.

“You take her pussy first. I’m getting worked up just watching.”

Aunt Marlene moved and moved me. The mature woman pulled my body to the floor, where I lay on a spread of blankets. I lulled myself onto my back to see Aunt Marlene wearing a long cream-colored dildo that bounced from her crotch, and her hand stroking lubricant on her strap-on as she smirked at me.

“Time to properly break my niece in,” Aunt Marlene said. Mistress walked in the background, smiling at my expression as she picked up her glass of wine and sipped it.

A spike of fear jolted through me as my aunt knelt between my thighs and crawled so her tits swayed over mine, her silicone cock dangling between her legs as she neared.

“Um, Au-Aunt Marlene,” I stuttered, scooting back an inch, “Maybe we s-should use a smaller one first, or—”

“Nonsense,” she replied. “You’re going to love it, my dear niece.”

Aunt Marlene lowered until her hard nipples were brushing mine, and her hard girl cock was brushing over my wet, sensitive slit. Moving my bangs aside and tucking them behind my ear, Aunt Marlene kissed me long and deep. Her tongue slithered to the back of my throat, and her large, fat tits mashed into my perky breasts. My brow furrowed as I felt my aunt rub the head of her cock up and down my clit. With my legs spread, I never felt more vulnerable, knowing the massive appendage dangled between her and I.

When Aunt Marlene’s lips slid down my neck to my chest and finally, around my nipple. Her dildo rubbed down me as well.

“Ahhh ahh…” I winced as it brushed my clit. I wiggled with anxious anticipation as the tip of her slippery cock poked and prodded at the entrance to my pussy. The stress of knowing that a massive thing was so close to entering me made me scared and horny at the same time.

“What a wonderful young body you’ve got, my dear niece,” Aunt Marlene moaned as she lapped at my nipples like a cat licked a saucer of milk. “Everything so tight and perky… I think it’s time we loosen you up some.”

While I was still trying to parcel out what she meant, Aunt Marlene grabbed my arm and roughly twisted me over onto my belly. I scrambled to get my knees under me, but she held me scrunched in place.

“There you go, open wide, my dear…” she whispered, and I felt the tip of her strapon press on my pussy lips. The pressure grew harder and harder until the dildo spread my pussy lips, and I felt the first inch widen my tight hole.

“Ahh ahh ahhh God! Aunt Marlene!” I whined and tried to decide if it was pain or pleasure that I was feeling.

“There you go—ohh… good girl… take that cock like a slut…” Mistress commented as she circled us like a director on a movie shoot. “Break that slut in…”

 “Oh, you are so beautiful, my sweet girl,” my aunt groaned as she kept pushing deeper and deeper and deeper.”

“Ah ahhh! Aunt Marlene! Aunt Marlene! Ohmygod!” I cried as the feeling became too intense. Unable to move with Aunt Marlene’s hands clamped on my shoulder and my hips, I winced and bit the blanket to stifle my moans. When she was all the way inside me, my toes curled, and I twitched uncontrollably. My pussy flexed, trying desperately to get used to the strapon’s length and girth, but struggling. “Ahmmm!”

Aunt Marlene giggled as her long fingernails lightly clawed down my back and over the curve of my ass. “Mmm…  I remember my first time I had a proper girl cock inside me… Savor it, darling,” she said.

“This house belongs to Lady Alayna,” Mistress said as I struggled to focus on her words as I tried to get used to the dildo’s great size. Mistress knelt beside my face. Her black girl cock was bouncing by my mouth. “She is a couple of years older than us, but she’s been one of our… play partners for years. If you return in the summer, I’m sure she’d be dying to meet you.”

Mistress’s hand petted over my hair like I was a dog receiving a scratch. I was just starting to get control of myself when Aunt Marlene’s fingers slipped underneath me. When they began to brush and gently rub my clitoris, I squirmed and moaned louder. “In no time at all, you’ll be a good whore of a niece and will barely remember your first hard fuck,” she said.

“Ahmm!” I groaned. Aunt Marlene pulled out her strapon and shoved it back inside me immediately. “Ah ahh Aunt Marlene!” I cried.

My aunt’s nails sank into my flesh like the talons of an eagle into its prey. Her pace increased exponentially as I realized she was done taking it easy on her niece. Her rough thrusts felt like the strapon was tearing me apart. Just when I was about to scream my safe word—book—a new sensation peaked. The pleasure of her thrusts began to grow, and the pain became a background noise that I could not focus on anymore.

“Oh my—God…” I moaned and felt my legs quivering again. I gasped for a ragged breath. “Yes… Yes… It feels so fucking—ahhhh fuck—so fucking good… Aghmmm!”

Without warning, Mistress grabbed a fistful of my hair and craned it to the side so that my mouth gaped toward her. Using her other hand, she fed her own strapon dildo into my mouth.

“There you fucking go, slut. Suck on that dick—suck it!” Mistress demanded as she fucked my mouth.

“Mmmm! ughhackkmm!” I hummed a scream that turned into a gag as her girl cock touched my gag reflex.

Aunt Marlene grabbed my fat ass like I was her whore to use and abuse. My body contorted in an arch, I felt my tits bouncing free and clapping together as my aunt used my cunt and my Mistress used my throat; each fucking both sides of me harder and harder.

“Mmm! MMM!” I moaned as drool slobbered down my chin as I was spitroasted by these two mature lesbians.

“That’s it, cum on that fucking cock!” Mistress commanded, and I did. The pain, panic, and pleasure I received peaked and was excruciating as my pussy clenched on her dildo hard, but the overwhelming flood of euphoria covered it all and launched me into a confusing orgasm of gargled, hacking screams and moans. My body flexing and lifting, reflexively as I leaked juices from my now used pussy.

Chapter Four

When both dildos withdrew from me, I collapsed on the floor in a wet mess. I saw now why the tarp and blankets were there. In front of the couch and beneath me were large wet spots where my aunt and I came.

We both are squirters, I thought, and felt even more connected to the older woman.

“Come here, my lovely niece,” my aunt said and maneuvered me about so that I was mounted on top of her. My mind was foggy until I felt her girl’s cock push back inside me from beneath me.

“Oohh, god…” I cooed and saw my aunt smiling up at me.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you,” she said.

“Thank y—ah, ahhh!” I started to say, but was interrupted by a slippery goop spread over my anus and a sudden firm pressure I felt building on my butthole. “Wha—Mistress!”

The shock of the moment was too much as Aunt Marlene pushed her strapon deep inside me and held just as Mistress fed the lubed tip of her strapon into my anus.

“There you go, girl. Take my fucking cock…” Mistress panted, her long brunette hair hung to one side of her face as she looked down on my 18-year-old, tight asshole slowly being spread wider and wider.

“Oh, my God—fuckk! Shhit!” I screamed every expletive as the feeling grew more intense. “Ahoohh my God!”

“Oh my, you’re so fucking tight,” Mistress growled as she squirted more lubricant on the strapon as she pulled out and shoved it back in. “Mmmm!”

“Fuck fuck fuck!” I screamed as she went deeper a second time, her back arching over mine. They both held their girl cocks inside me, and I was pinned between both of the mature women’s enormous breasts.

“Mmmmm, you like that, you fucking slut?” Mistress groaned in my ear.

“Ohmygod, it’s so deep. It’s so deeeep…” I whined.

“Shhh shhh shhh,” Aunt Marlene soothed. Her hand brushed over my flushed cheeks. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m right here. Just focus on me…”

Mistress pulled out and pushed back in.

“Oh, God yes!” I moaned and realized there was pleasure mixed in with the pain in my butt.

“That’s it… you like that, don’t you?” my aunt smirked. “Mmmm, I can see the slut in your eyes…”

“Jesus, fuck!” I grunted as Mistress began to hump my ass. Her dildo was pistoning in and out of my anus. “Mm, mm, mm, mm, mmahh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, yes…” I said through gritted teeth.

“Ohh, I knew you were a filthy whore!” Mistress laughed as my aunt pulled me in for a kiss. “Just fucking you is going to make me fucking cum—Jesus—ughh!”

“Mm mmmm!” I hummed as Aunt Marlene started to penetrate my pussy with her strapon. The two large dildos pumped in and out of me like a medieval machine, growing in speed as they filled my tight hole. “Mmmmffuckk!” I cried, breaking from the kiss.

“That’s it, baby. Let go…” my aunt rasped, her hands groping my bouncing tits. “Give it to us. Give us everything!”

“Ahh ahh ahhh! Fucking shit, oh my God!” I whimpered as my vision went blurry from the rough fucking. Mistress gathered my hair in a ponytail and yanked it back, forcing my eyes to the ceiling.

“Come on, you fucking—oh my God—you fucking worthless whore! Let me hear you beg for it…” she demanded, but her voice became weaker. The strapon must have been rubbing her just right. That, or Mistress really loved pounding my ass hard.

“Oh, my fucking god, I want it! I want it! Oh, fuck yes I-I—Oh my Gahh!” I rambled as the sounds of the two older women’s bodies colliding with mine filled the large room. I tried to clench my holes shut, but their thick girl cocks forced them open and speared deeper inside me. “Fuck—Fuck—oh, fuuckk! I’m gonna cummmm!”

“Yes, baby! Give your cum to aunty!”

“Yes… Yes… Do it… Do it, bitch! Cum with me!”

Fingers pinched my nipples, palms spanked my ass, my anus was gaping, and my pussy was filled, but the sharp spike pain was drowned out by the tsunami of pleasure as the orgasm swept over me.

“Fuckkk ahhh!” I screamed as all my muscles flexed and my vision turned spotty and black. I heard the squirt of juices eject from my pussy, and my entire body seized for a long moment, where I couldn’t catch my breath. In that moment, the only sounds were Mistress and Aunt Marlene’s heavy breathing, and the wet sounds of their strapons continuing to pound my tender holes. “Ughh God!” I cried as another orgasm followed the first. My mind was breaking before the two mature ladies finally relented.

“Ughh, Fuck yes, bitch!” Mistress growled behind me, her body and hard nipples spooning my backside.

Time and space shifted—I wasn’t aware for how long—but when I blinked out of my state, I lay curled on my side in a wet puddle of blankets. My body still twitched, and I felt pressure on my ass and breasts. Aunt Marlene and Mistress were on either side of me and making out over top of me as they fondled my body.

“There she is…” my aunt said when she noticed me looking up at her. “What a perfect girl you are…” she whispered as she bent down to kiss me.

Even Mistress beamed a smile as she lowered for a kiss. “You did well, slut. I’m very impressed.”

The three of us exchanged kisses for several minutes before my aunt stood to get me a glass of water. After shifting over to the dry side of the blanket, the three of us lay there for a time. They removed their strapons and talked about their plans next week and things they needed to do. All the while, a lay between them listening and recovering. Their hands never left my body as if they were laying claim to me.

I don’t want their hands to ever leave my body, I realized. I’m one of them—no. I am theirs…

***

The next morning, I did my best to drag my suitcase downstairs without revealing a limp or any of my other sores. Luckily, my parents were far too hungover—again—and my little brother barely had his eyes open since he stumbled out of bed.

“You look like you could use a coffee,” Aunt Marlene greeted me in the kitchen. Small bags were under her eyes, but her smile was warm, as was the to-go coffee cup.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Don’t mention it,” Nora answered for her as she wrapped her arms around my aunt from behind. There was mischief in Nora’s eyes as she stared into me. My heart fluttered, and I shrank away to hide my pink cheeks. My parents were finishing up packing the car just as the morning sun broke the horizon.

By the time we had cleaned up and left the neighbor’s house, it was almost two in the morning. We snuck back into their house, and Mistress insisted I sleep snuggled between the two women in their bed. Nestled safe between the two women’s warm bodies, it was the best three hours of sleep in my life.

“Don’t be a stranger!” My mom said as they hugged and said goodbye.

“Oh, don’t forget these!” Aunt Marlene said, handing me a stack of four books.

I was shocked she grabbed them. I had completely forgotten about them.

“Oh, yeah. Aunt Marlene told me you really liked that neighbor’s house,” my mom commented as my dad loaded my brother in the car. “She even said you might want to come back for a visit this summer?”

My eyes darted nervously, and I smiled. “Um, yeah, yeah, if—if that’s alright?”

“Of course!” my aunt said, pulling me into a hug. Nora was next. Her warm cheek pressed against mine as we hugged.

“You’re always welcome here,” Nora said with a teasing hook on her lips.

“Good!” my mom exploded. “Maybe I’ll send her over to you for the entire summer! Then you can get her to break out of her shell.”

“Oh, I think we started to already,” Aunt Marlene said.

Nora wrapped her arms around my aunt’s shoulders. “But it might be could to have her the entire summer. There’s lots to do down here.”

Mom turned to me with a raised eyebrow. “What do you think, Ashley?”

I smiled. “I think I’d like that.”