Taboo Times Ten(46)

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!”