Chapter 7

It was late afternoon when Maureen and her aunt returned home.

Sylvia had been in a very expansive mood, ordering Blake to stop at a nearby country town, then taking Maureen to the best restaurant in the place and ordering an elaborate lunch.

"I want to make your stay with me as pleasant as possible, dear," she told Maureen. "You must miss city life."

She had ordered wine for both of them and kept up a stream of chatter while Maureen sipped at her glass. Once, she had left Maureen for a few minutes to make a phone call. When she returned she seemed to be in a better mood than ever.

The wine, good food and stimulating change in her aunt's personality increased Maureen's warmth toward Sylvia. As Blake drove them to Blythe House, she found herself talking more freely and listening with greater interest to her aunt's conversation.

She gradually felt that she'd misjudged her aunt, that Blake was lying, that Millie's sexual attitudes were unknown to Aunt Sylvia. Maybe.

Arriving home, Maureen went immediately to her bedroom. Opening her door, she stood stock-still in shock. All the furniture was covered with white sheets, and a part of the ceiling had been painted.

"Oh dear, I forgot all about that," said Sylvia when Maureen stammered out a request for an explanation. "We'd arranged to have your room redecorated a long time ago. It completely slipped my mind."

"But where will I sleep?" asked Maureen.

Her aunt had put her arm around Maureen's shoulders and smiled at her: "Don't worry about that, dear. I'll take care of everything. Now, come let's have a little sip of wine before supper."

They had more than a sip, and by the time William announced dinner, Maureen was feeling light-headed.

They had wine with the meal, too, and afterwards William served liqueur with their coffee.

Maureen couldn't remember when she'd had so much to drink in one day. Nor did she remember when her aunt had ever been so charming.

"I want you to know, dear," said Sylvia, her voice mellow with wine, "how much I appreciate having you here. It's a very great pleasure for me."

"I-I like it here. It's a-a change from New York."

"But you like it?"

Maureen took a deep breath. "Yes, I like it." Somewhere in the background, there was the sound of music, soft and restful. Maureen hadn't noticed it before.

"I've had Jennie take your clothes and things into my room," said Sylvia, her voice blending with the music. "You can sleep with me while your room is being decorated."

She nodded, not fully understanding her aunt's words. She'd only been in her aunt's suite once a long time ago. She'd forgotten how big it was, how many beds were there.

"I have a very big double-bed, Maureen dear, there'll be plenty of room for both of us."

Maureen's mind, though hazy with wine, was startled to awareness.

"Of course, you don't mind that, do you dear?" Sylvia's voice was solicitous. "I mean sharing my bed?" She gave a light laugh.

Maureen felt her face flushing and mumbled quickly, "No, of course I don't mind. Why should I?" She picked up her liqueur and drank it quickly.

Miss Haley doesn't like men. Blake's words as they sat in the car near the cliff.

"More, please?" she asked, holding up her glass, keeping her voice steady with an effort.

"Of course, my dear. William." The old man appeared like magic. "Give Miss Maureen another drink."

The room seemed to revolve after downing it. "I-I feel kind of tired," Maureen muttered. "I-I think I'd better go to bed."

"I understand perfectly, Maureen dear," said Sylvia. "You've had a long and tiring day." She turned, "William, get Jennie. I want her to show Miss Maureen to my room."

The old man nodded, left the room and returned a moment later with the maid in tow.

Jennie helped a swaying Maureen to her feet, moving her up the wide stairway and taking her to Sylvia's suite.

"I've brought all your clothes in here, Maureen," the girl whispered as she opened the bedroom door. "I'll help you undress and put you to bed."

"Don't treat me like a child," muttered Maureen, peevishly. "I'm all right. Just had a little too-too much wine-is all-"

Jennie looked at Maureen with anxious eyes. "Oh Maureen," she whispered, "I hope you'll be all right!"

"Why shouldn't I be all right?"

Jennie shook her head, took out Maureen's baby-doll nightie, then started to undress her.

"I can do this myself," Maureen muttered, but she was glad to sit on the edge of the bed, letting Jennie take off her shoes, then unfasten her stockings and roll them off her legs.

"I oughta let you do this all the time," she said, her voice thick with wine. "You do it so well."

Jennie raised Maureen's dress, sliding down the zip at the side. When she saw that Maureen was naked underneath, she gave a small gasp.

"No panties!"

Maureen giggled again. "No. An' my pussy's all wet. Wanna suck it?"

The maid's face turned pale. "Sssssh!" She held her finger to her lips, then placed her mouth close to Maureen's ear, whispering, "Don't ever talk like that in here!"

Maureen looked irritated. "Why not?"

"Please, Maureen," Jennie whispered urgently, "if your aunt heard, she'd-"

"She'd what?" Maureen sounded sullen.

"Just let me undress you an' put you to bed," pleaded Jennie.

She managed to get Maureen's dress off, unfastened her bra, then slipped the flimsy nightie over her head.

"Now, get in bed," she said, turning down the covers.

She helped Maureen as she slithered between the sheets on the big, double-bed, then whispered, "Now go to sleep, Maureen, please!"

"I-I'll go to sleep when I wanna-" Maureen muttered stubbornly. But a few moments after her head touched the pillow, her eyelids closed and she began breathing heavily through her nose.

Jennie stared at the sleeping girl with anxious eyes, then put out the light and tip-toed from the room.

Sylvia opened the door to her suite very quietly and crossed the room to switch on the low bed-light. She stared at Maureen, sound asleep, her hair tousled, for a long moment. Then she gently pulled the sheet off the sleeping girl.

Maureen's nightie had worked its way up above her waist while she slept. Sylvia drew in her breath when she saw the thatch of pubic hair on the base of Maureen's belly. She slowly stretched out her hand, touched the soft hairs, stoked them, then murmured to herself: "You delicious child. How could anyone resist you?"

Very gently, she parted Maureen's legs. Standing at the foot of the bed, she watched the slit at the apex as it opened to reveal pink lips which pouted back at her.

The breath hissed from Sylvia's throat. She straightened, then began to remove her own clothes, casting a glance every so often at the naked, sleeping girl. Once, when Maureen stirred in her sleep, twisting one leg over the other and hiding the wet vaginal lips, Sylvia paused with her undressing, reached down and gently parted Maureen's legs again so she could feast her eyes on the open vulva.

When she was completely undressed, Sylvia stood very still for a long time, taking deep breaths, keeping her eyes on the sleeping girl, staring at the wet vagina. Then her hand crept to her own crotch, groped there until it found her clitoris and she gently masturbated herself as she stared at her sleeping niece.

As soon as the first spasm of an orgasm began to ripple through her body, Sylvia dragged her hand away from her clitoris with an effort, moved round the side of the bed and climbed into it beside Maureen.

Maureen stirred restlessly in her sleep, twisting herself onto her face, then breathing heavily again.

Sylvia raised herself on an elbow. She looked at the curve of Maureen's buttocks, then reached towards the naked flesh and drew her finger gently up the cleft of the girlish bottom.

"You're quite, quite delightful, Maureen dear," Sylvia whispered to herself. She probed between the white mounds and found the small wet hole of Maureen's anus. She pressed her finger in gently.

The cavity was warm and soft.

A spasm of excitement flowed through Sylvia's body. She pressed her free hand over her crotch as though holding something inside herself.

Maureen moved again, mumbled in her sleep, then turned herself onto her back, trapping Sylvia's hand beneath her soft buttocks.

Very slowly, Sylvia withdrew her hand. She reached down and again parted Maureen's legs. Carefully, she pressed her hand between Maureen's thighs, moving her fingers higher and higher until she felt the warmth and moistness of the young vulva. She inserted a finger very cautiously, moving it in and out.

Maureen made a small sound and opened her legs wider.

Sylvia smiled. "So you like that, my little niece, do you?" She moved her finger more quickly, slithering it in more deeply each time.

Small bubbles of sound trickled out of Maureen's lips.

Small ripples ran across Maureen's belly as Sylvia moved her hand higher, found the clitoris unerringly and began to stroke it with light, caressing movements. Maureen began to undulate her hips slowly as her breathing deepened.

Suddenly, Maureen squeezed her thighs tightly together, and Sylvia saw a spasm tighten the muscles on her face. She continued to massage the girl's clitoris.

Maureen's nightie had worked itself up around her neck, and her soft, firm breasts were exposed to Sylvia's hungry eyes. She bent her head, took a nipple between her lips and sucked it very gently.

Maureen purred with pleasure.

Sylvia raised herself from the bed. She stood for a moment, watching Maureen as she writhed about gently, uneasily. The older woman moved to a dresser, opened a drawer and took out a rubber dildo.

It was shaped exactly like a man's erect penis: eight inches long, tapering from the two inches at the base to an inch and a half at the tip, with straps attached to it. Sylvia proceeded to strap the dildo onto her body. There was a small curved projection on the base of the dildo which Sylvia fitted into her own vulva. Then she moved to the bed-light and switched it off.

Maureen stirred restlessly in her sleep.

Sylvia tightened the straps which held the dildo in place. They cut into the flesh of her buttocks. Then she groped down in the darkness, found Maureen's thighs and parted them even wider. Carefully, she climbed onto the bed, kneeling in between Maureen's legs.

The girl slept on.

Sylvia lowered her body onto that of her niece. Maureen gave a small groan but didn't awaken. Her small, firm breasts were pressed against her aunt's larger mounds.

Sylvia groped under her own body, found the shaft of the dildo and guided it until the tip was touching Maureen's vaginal lips. She inserted the end very slowly.

Maureen's legs parted slightly, her knees bending up.

Suddenly, Sylvia lurched her body toward the dildo squeezing into Maureen's vulva, and the air panted from Sylvia's lips. A squeal started in Maureen's throat, but was smothered by Sylvia's mouth. Her lips pressed down on Maureen's, her tongue probing between her niece's teeth. The dildo drove in, stretching wide the young girl's vulva.

Maureen awakened.

"It's all right, Maureen, it's all right," Sylvia said in a whisper.

"What-what-" she panted.

"You'll like what I'm doing, Maureen darling, you'll like it." Sylvia spoke softly, persuasively.

The dildo drove in, deeper this time, then pulled out with a wet, squelching sound. Thrills rippled through Maureen's belly with every thrust. She could hear her aunt's heavy breathing.

"Don't-" she mumbled, "don't-" Then she stopped talking as the thrills came closer together. Each time the big cock drove into her, it touched the tip of her clitoris, pulling it down, tickling it, arousing it. She luxuriated in the sensations.

"Relax-" purred her aunt, "just relax-"

"Mmmmm-" A low sound of pleasure came from Maureen's lips; this was too, too much.

"Does it hurt you?"

"Ooooh, nooo-but-"

The dildo pierced to its greatest length, and Maureen let out a gasp. No one had ever gone so deep inside her before. The thrills throbbed through her belly and up to her breasts.

"My-my nipples-" she panted, "someone squeeze my nipples!"

Strong fingers searched for and found the tips of her firm breasts, gripping and squeezing the nipples with fierce intensity.

A low moan came from Maureen's throat.

"I-I don't know if I'm dreaming-" she mumbled, "but I'm gonna-" Her whole body jerked as the dildo slid in deep. "I'm gonna come-gonna come-" The words went off into a meaningless babble of sensual sound as Maureen's body became a writhing, squirming mass of flesh.

Sylvia quickened her movements; the dildo drove in faster, penetrated more deeply. She increased the strength of her grip on her niece's nipples, feeling Maureen strain her body backwards into the bed to increase the tension.

Maureen's babble became more sensual, wetter and uneven. Her belly drew in and pushed out as orgasmic spasms screamed through her body.

The sweat was pouring off Sylvia's flesh onto Maureen's. The older woman was breathing jerkily through her nose. At the moment of Maureen's orgasm, when she felt the young girl's body vibrating madly beneath her, Sylvia orgasmed, too, coming to her climax with sobs of excitement blended with relief.

"Auntie-I-I came-" Maureen faltered.

"Yes, darling," said Sylvia, "I came, too." Then she rolled herself off Maureen's body, reached for the light and switched it on.

Maureen was lying in a satiated state of exhaustion. Her thighs were still parted, vaginal lips still curled open from the huge dildo, as fluid trickled from the stretched-open vulva.

Her eyes rolled sideways and Maureen saw her aunt. She looked down and saw the attachment still sticking straight up as Sylvia lay on her back.

Maureen's eyes dilated. "You-you did it with that!" she panted.

Sylvia smiled a tired, satisfied smile. "Yes, darling. I did it with that, and," she leaned close to Maureen, kissed the startled girl on the lips, then finished, "you loved every minute."

A blend of horror and wonder spread itself across Maureen's face. "I-I didn't know-" she gasped, "I thought I was dreaming, I didn't know!"

"You came, darling," whispered Sylvia.

"But I-I thought-" stammered Maureen, "thought it was a cock-a man's cock-I didn't know-"

The expression on Sylvia's face changed. "A man! A man's horrible cock!"

"I-I didn't know-" Maureen mumbled.

"You know now," hissed Sylvia, "and you liked it. Oh, but you loved it, didn't you?"

Maureen stared at her aunt. Her silence infuriated the older woman; she reached over the side of the bed and her hand came up with the familiar cane.

"You'd better like it," she muttered, then, with surprising strength, she twisted Maureen onto her face and brought the cane down hard onto soft, yielding flesh. Maureen squealed as the cane cut into her bottom. Sylvia then raised herself into a sitting position and inserted the cane's tip into Maureen's anus.

Maureen froze. The hard metal tip was pressing against the delicate inner tissue inside her bottom.

"You'd better like it," hissed Sylvia, "because if you don't, I'm going to push this rod all the way up your sweet little bottom!" She inserted the tip a little more.

"I liked it! I liked it, auntie-I did-" Maureen panted out the words frantically, breathlessly, half-paralyzed with fear.

Sylvia triumphantly withdrew the cane. She was sorry, though, to be deprived of the pleasure of driving it deeply into a young girl's anus and hearing the high squeals of pain that would spew from her frightened lips.

"I knew you liked it, darling," she said softly.

Sobs of relief and fear bubbled from Maureen's lips.

Sylvia leaned over her niece and pressed her lips on Maureen's mouth. "Don't be afraid," she said when she finally lifted her head. "It's all right, darling, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"Oh, auntie," sobbed Maureen, "you scared me.

Sylvia smiled, reached behind her and unfastened the straps which held the dildo in place.

"Just do as I say, darling, and there's nothing to be afraid of, nothing at all." She removed the dildo, dropped it on the floor beside the bed, then lay on her back, stretching open her legs.

"You came, didn't you dear?"

"Oh, yes, I came so much."

Sylvia reached over to touch Maureen's still wet vulva. The young girl flinched. Sylvia smiled. "I came, too, dear, but not as much as I'd like. So you're going to suck me, suck my cunt until I come completely."

Maureen stared at her aunt out of frightened eyes.

"It'll please me if you do that, dear. And I want you to please me, because if you don't-" She reached for her cane again, pointing it playfully at Maureen's bottom.

Maureen scrambled down the bed, crouched between her aunt's legs and reached up with her lips until she found the wet, salty lips of Sylvia's open vulva.

"Press your tongue in deep, then suck on my clit, dear."

She slithered in her mouth higher, found the long, stiff spire of Sylvia's clitoris; she closed her lips around it, finding it finger-thick and hard. She bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down the length of the sexual stem.

"That's very good, darling-oooh, so good!" Sylvia's voice was husky, deeper than it had been a moment before. The breath panted from her throat, and she rocked her hips gently in tune with the sensuous sucking movement of her niece's lips. Sweat poured from Maureen's forehead, blending with the thick juice that oozed from Sylvia's open vulva.

"Push your fingers inside my cunt now, but don't stop sucking." Maureen inserted two fingers in the huge vulva, then three.

"More'n that," slurred Sylvia.

Maureen, frantic, made her fingers and thumb into a cone and inserted them all.

Sylvia gave a sigh of satisfaction. "That's nice, you're a sweet girl, Maureen, very sweet."

Her hand drove in and out of the greasy, wet maw, her mouth clamped on the stiff clitoris while her lips slid up and down and her tongue tickled the tip.

"Like that," sighed Sylvia, "just like that, keep on that way, don't stop."

Maureen's jaw was aching; her hand felt stiff and strained. But she continued her task until her aunt told her it was time to stop.

By then, dawn was breaking, and after Sylvia had had her final orgasmic convulsion, Maureen was so tired that she fell asleep between the legs of her aunt ... her mistress ... her enslaver!