11 comments/ 72747 views/ 13 favorites Whitney's Naughty Relatives Ch. 01 By: BrettJ Because her parents had won the grand prize in a sweepstakes, an all-expenses paid trip around the world, Whitney Summers was going to be on her own for an entire year. The youngest of three children at 18, she knew that she'd be fine living on her own for the year, but that wasn't going to happen. Her mother simply wasn't having any of that. "It's not that I don't trust you, Whitney," Brittany told her daughter. "Well actually, yes – it's precisely that. I think that if you're left unsupervised, you'll have parties and have boys over and neglect your studies. I think you're going to need adult supervision, someone close by who can keep a careful eye on you." Whitney came very close to losing her temper with her mother. She looked over at her father, who just shrugged in resignation. It bothered Whitney to no end that her father was such a mouse, so easily cowed by her domineering mother. That was just the way things were in the Summers' household. Dale Summers didn't like to rock the boat and Whitney knew full well that she had no ally here. She was fortunate enough to find one outside of the home. Later that same day, her mother's brother called to congratulate Brittany and her husband on winning the prize. When James Comstock heard of Whitney's predicament, he came up with an easy solution. "Don't worry about a thing sis, Whitney can come and live with us for the year," James said, referring to himself and his wife Ophelia. In his early 30's and 12 years younger than his sister, James Comstock was Whitney's favorite relative. She only knew her aunt in passing. James had married the 7-years younger Ophelia about 18 months earlier, stunning the family who had believed he would be a life-long bachelor. When Whitney got a good look at her new aunt, she could easily see why her uncle had chosen to marry the woman. She was the most stunning creature that Whitney had ever seen. She moved around with a regal grace, introducing herself to her new family and charming everyone. Ophelia had been born in Tanzania to a black father and a Chinese-American mother. She was so eerily beautiful that she made Whitney uneasy, although that soon vanished after she spoke with the woman and found her so warm and friendly. Whitney was thrilled that she would be staying with her uncle and his new wife. She hoped that maybe they'd give her a longer leash so that she could enjoy her life a bit more. Her mother still treated her like a child; it was one of the main reasons that Whitney hadn't dated much over the past number of years. She didn't want to subject anyone to Brittany's intense grilling sessions. Hadn't Whitney always been responsible, making good decisions about friends and maintaining good grades? Her tuition was almost totally paid for by the scholarship she had earned; shouldn't that have stood for something? She was glad that she would be living only 30 minutes away from school and could continue seeing her friends and perhaps even find a part-time job to help pay some of her own way. James picked his niece up on Sunday afternoon, a few days before his sister and brother were to leave on their trip. As his Corvette left the driveway, he could see the relief on his niece's face. "Glad to have some time away from the wardens, huh kid?" He chuckled. "I have no idea why my sister turned into such a fucking stiff, our folks aren't like that at all." "You have NO god-damned idea how much I need to get away from the both of them," Whitney said, forgetting herself for a minute and apologizing for the language. "Don't sweat it, kiddo," Her uncle laughed. "Ophelia's always telling me to watch my language; it comes from working by myself all these years." James Comstock was a very successful interior designer who earned a six figure salary annually. A few of Whitney's friends had teased her about his profession when they were younger – until they got a good look at the 6'4", dark-haired, broad-shouldered hunk that was her uncle. Whitney told her uncle about some of her plans and he immediately nixed the idea of her working. "If your parents get to have fun for the next year, why shouldn't you? I have so much fucking money – see, there I go – that I don't know what to do with it all. Just keep your grades up and don't sweat the other stuff, I can easily afford to feed another mouth." Whitney loved riding in her uncle's car, feeling the wind blow through her blonde hair. Already her tensions were melting away and as she pulled up to James's home, she gasped. The large, manor-style home he lived in never failed to impress her, although in some ways, it made no sense. Why did a single man or even a newlywed husband with a young wife need such a huge home? It really wasn't important, he could easily afford it, but it seemed to be such an extravagance. She grabbed her few bags from the trunk and went inside. Ophelia was just descending the stairs, once again entrancing her new niece. Even simply dressed in a white dress, her face nicely made up and hoop earrings dangling from her ears, she radiated gorgeousness. Ophelia had long, slender legs and the face of a fashion model, Whitney felt inadequate next to her, although she knew she herself was an attractive young woman. When she got to the bottom step, her high heels clicked on the marble floors as she walked to embrace Whitney. "We're so glad that you're going to be with us this year," Ophelia purred. "We're going to have a lot of fun, I promise. Did you and James have a nice talk on the drive over?" "Sure, I guess so," Whitney answered, puzzled at what her aunt meant by that. Ophelia looked over at her husband with a quizzical look. "You didn't tell her?" She asked James. "We didn't have time, it isn't that long a drive," He answered. "After dinner baby, we'll all talk. It's going to work out, you'll see." Whitney felt as if there was some secret she wasn't privy to, but decided to let it rest for now. Uncle James gave his wife a big kiss and then told the two women to have a drink while he prepared dinner. "He loves to cook and take care of the house," Ophelia explained to her niece. "My James, he loves to pamper me," Ophelia said with a sigh. "I do so love being a spoiled rich bitch, I'm a lucky girl." She giggled. Whitney was already warming to her aunt, although she supposed it could have been the lovely Chablis that Ophelia had poured for her. "I'm sure having money is nice, I wouldn't know – I've never had much," She confessed. "Don't worry about it," Ophelia smiled warmly. "James and I agreed, we intend to spoil you rotten while you're here. If there's something you want, let us know and we'll see if we can't make it happen." "Oh please, don't go to any trouble on my account," Whitney protested. "I don't want to be a bother, I'm just so grateful you're letting me stay here this year." "It's no bother, it'll be my pleasure," Ophelia told her. "I happened to notice you didn't bring very many suitcases." Whitney shook her head while Ophelia poured her a bit more wine. "No, I don't have a lot of clothes and if I need something, I can always go back home and get it," She told her aunt. "It isn't that far away." "Don't be silly, it's far enough," Ophelia argued. "We're pretty girls, half the fun of being a pretty girl is going shopping and buying sexy, new clothes. While you're staying with us, you're going to live a little." Whitney smiled, it was going to be a blast staying here. Sometimes she forgot that Ophelia herself was only 6 or 7 years older than Whitney. She was so sexy, sophisticated and worldly, but she did seem to be giddy and fun and enjoy life. Right there and then, Whitney promised herself that she would try to follow Ophelia's example and have some fun while she was living here. It was almost as if that is what Ophelia and James expected of her. Whitney was offered more wine, but declined – she didn't want to be smashed before dinner and she was well on her way right now. Dinner had been lovingly prepared by James and it was delicious. The weather was balmy and the stars were out, so they enjoyed the evening outdoors. "Would you like to go for a swim?" Ophelia asked the pretty blonde. Whitney shook her head. "It's a lovely night, but I didn't bring a suit." "That's not a problem, we usually don't wear any," Ophelia confessed. She turned to her husband. "Do you think perhaps that now is the time to tell her?" "I think she's opened the door, sweetheart," James smiled, hugging his bride. "Tell me what?" Whitney asked, confused. She was a bit apprehensive, but also knew that her uncle would never tell her anything bad or do something that would cause her pain. "We're very open about sex in this house, Whitney," Ophelia told her niece, placing her dark hand on top of the girl's. "We believe in total sexual freedom, as do several of our friends. Sex is a wonderful, joyous experience and James and I don't believe in limiting ourselves." "You're swingers?" Whitney questioned. "You could call us that, but we really don't care for that term," Ophelia smiled. "We prefer hedonists, we have very libertine attitudes about sex, we also love art, food, wine and the pleasures that life has to offer. I had given up hope of finding a man that thought the same way I did until I met James." "Oh, really?" Whitney asked, curious. "I've never heard how you two met." "It's a funny story, really," Ophelia smiled sweetly. "She was screwing a girlfriend of mine and I walked in on them," James laughed. Whitney was flabbergasted. "You were fucking – a girl – and you caught them? You didn't freak out, you weren't angry at your girlfriend?" "Hell, no!" James laughed again. "I took one look at Ophelia and even with that rubber cock jutting out from her body, she looked so sexy while she was giving it to Sherri. I just asked if I could join them. Ophelia and I clicked so good in bed that even after Sherri fell asleep, we kept right on fucking." "We started dating, although I told him he could keep seeing Sherri," Ophelia laughed. "After all, I sure as hell intended to keep seeing her – she's a dynamite little redhead who is great in the sack. When we talked more in-depth, we realized that we had similar values. We believe in love, but fidelity the way most people see it doesn't work for us. After we had been going out for a few months, I moved in here and we started having fun – I invited my friends over, he invited his friends over, some of them hooked up – it's wild." "So, that's why you have such a huge home – you hold orgies?" Whitney gasped. "That's an old term, but you're essentially correct," James nodded. "We didn't want to hide anything from you sweetheart, because they're going to continue while you're living with us." "O-okay, it's your home, so you can do whatever you like," Whitney said nervously. "I can just make myself scarce." "No darling, you're missing the point entirely," Ophelia smiled, squeezing the girl's hand. "Your uncle and I were hoping that you would like to join us." Now Whitney was totally stunned. "Wow – I've never – I mean, I've been with a woman, I've never even thought about it. This is such a lot to take in – you like girls, is that right Ophelia?" "I like men and women, yes," Ophelia told her. "I'm bi-sexual Whitney. Have you ever had sex? You aren't a virgin, are you?" Whitney shook her head, still trying to put all the pieces together. "No – I've been fuh – I mean, I've had sex a few times." Twice with her then-boyfriend and a few times with one of her professors, who happened to be a real dreamboat. She found out later that he was married, although he claimed to be separated. Her mind once again in the present, Whitney asked "Uncle James, don't you get jealous watching her have sex with other people?" James shook his head. "You can call me James around here, sugar. No, not at all – Ophelia's almost like an artist when she has sex, she's very erotic. I will confess to preferring to watch her with another woman though – that's when she truly shines." "Which is where you come in, Whitney dear," Ophelia said sweetly. "I'd like to have sex with you, make love with you, fuck you, while James watches us. I could show you things that you'd never even imagined were possible." "I think you two would be gorgeous together," James continued. "I'd love to see that." "Oh God, I can't believe all of this," Whitney said, although not totally repulsed by the idea. "Uncle – I mean, James, what would you do?" "Watch you at first and then join in later on," James told her. Whitney's eyes went wide. "That's incest!" She said in a scared tone. James shrugged his shoulders. "Don't care – it's just another word, like lesbian or bi-sexual – a label. Around here, if we find someone sexy, we're free to act on it." Whitney's mind was buzzing, she could barely concentrate. On the one hand, she had been taught certain values and this went against those values. On the other hand, she herself believed that some of those values were absolute bullshit. If James had not been her uncle, she would have fucked him in a minute. Earlier, she had thought to herself how attractive Ophelia was and she was intrigued by the woman's open sexuality. She was going to be here for another year, why shouldn't she experience some new things while they were open to her? "You really want me, the both of you want to have sex with me?" Whitney asked. "Yes, we do," Ophelia smiled, squeezing Whitney's hand again. "Desperately," James told Whitney. "You're a very beautiful young woman." "Me?" Whitney said in surprise. "You're married to one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen." "Thank you darling, but just because you appreciate the beauty of a sunrise does not mean you cannot enjoy the intrinsic beauty of a sunset," Ophelia philosophized. "You are beautiful and blonde and sexy. I've thought so since we met at our wedding, I told James the first chance I got, I was going to ask you if you wanted to have sex. I think it is fate that brought you here to stay with us, why not just embrace our shared destiny and have some naughty fun at the same time?" She smiled sweetly. Whitney nodded, she was enormously flattered by Ophelia's attention, erotic though they might be. To think that this lovely woman found her desirable and had for some time was very pleasing. Whitney decided if the idea pleased her, so might the act itself and she made her decision. "Okay," She told her aunt and uncle. "I think – no, I know – that I'm willing to go along with this, to give it a try. Why don't we have a swim and take things from there?" To their delight, James and Ophelia watched their niece peel off her clothes and jump into the pool. Ophelia followed, with James bringing up the rear. Ophelia swam over to where her niece was and wrapped her arms around the girl, pulling her close. "Hmm, tan lines," She smiled. "You won't have those by this time next year," She told the girl. She placed her lips on Whitney's and then she forced her tongue between Whitney's soft lips. At first, Whitney was a bit startled by the invasion, but after a minute, she began kissing back. She loved the new feelings that were surging through her body, kissing another woman felt absolutely right to her! Their fingers entwined as their bodies pressed close and then Whitney felt the presence of another person. She turned to see her uncle pressed behind her, his virility unmistakable. "We're glad you decided to join in our games, sugar," James told his niece, his hands on her shoulders. "So – so am I James, but there's a sudden chill in the air. Don't you two have a nice warm bedroom where we can all stretch out and get cozy?" Whitney suggested. Ophelia got out of the water first and let the water drip from her body while she went into the cabana to fetch towels. Whitney took her first opportunity to take in the dark woman's incredible body from head to toe. To know she would soon be making love with this unique, desirable creature gave her a bigger chill than the night air. Ophelia wrapped the towel around her niece, kissed her sweetly once again and wandered into the house with a gentle sway of her hips. Whitney found it hard to take her eyes off the woman, she was truly irresistible. Ophelia led the way upstairs to the bedroom. Whitney gasped when she saw it, the room was twice the size of a normal bedroom and each piece of furniture was perfect for the room. The bed looked as if it had been custom made and was huge. Ophelia stretched out on the bed like a sensuous jungle cat. "Join me baby," Ophelia purred. "Although I won't promise not to bite – you're simply edible." Whitney dropped her towel and tried to get into the spirit of the game. "Here I am, darling," She cooed back. "Why don't you eat me then?" She looked to her left and saw James entering the room, to the right of her was a large, full-length mirror. She now could see what James had commented on earlier – she and Ophelia together looked very erotic. Before she had a chance to gather her wits, Ophelia wrapped herself around Whitney in a serpentine move and began to nuzzle her naked, tanned flesh. Whitney let out a breathy gasp at the new feelings surging through her. This was undeniably one of the most exciting moments of her life and having James witness all of it added a dash of spice. The touch of another woman was unlike anything she had ever known. Whitney had expected Ophelia's caresses to be tender and loving, and that they were. Her hands were still strong as well and while they manipulated Whitney's eager body, she whimpered in delight. Ophelia took that as a good sign and began licking her. "Don't be afraid to be vocal, my sweet love," Ophelia urged her. "We encourage that around here, the noises of sex can be very arousing." "Oh yes, fuck, you gorgeous black bitch, eat my fucking pussy," Whitney groaned as her aunt tasted her nectar. "Is that the kind of thing you like to hear, you sexy black slut?" Ophelia's tongue stabbed deep, indicating to Whitney that was exactly the kind of thing she had wanted to hear. "How is she, babe?" James asked his wife, his hand wrapped around his big hard-on. "Good?" "Fucking delicious, what a yummy piece of cunt," Ophelia groaned. "She's like candy, wait until you taste her." "No rush," James smiled. "We have lots of time, enjoy yourself baby. What about you Whitney – you like what my baby is doing to your pussy?" Whitney looked at her uncle and then saw herself reflected in the mirror. Already she had a new look, wilder and sexier. "Don't ask fucking stupid questions, James," She hissed. "This bitch is doing amazing things to my pussy, can't you hear me squealing like a little piggy?" "That's what you are, bitch," Ophelia urged her. "A little lezzie piggy, loving my tongue in your box. Why don't you swing around and we'll do a sixty-nine, you can eat my pussy while I'm feasting on yours," She suggested. "Oohhh yesss, that sounds hot, let's do that!" Whitney yelped. It was accomplished in a few seconds and James thrilled to the sight of his lovely wife and newly bi-sexual niece gorging themselves on each other's cunts. Ophelia was probing Whitney's ass with one slender digit while she ate her, making the teen groan each time. Whitney was doing her best to keep up, although she lacked Ophelia's expertise. Still, given time, she would soon be right in there with the best of them and practice made perfect. Ophelia and James intended to give her lots of chances to practice and for now, she got an 'A' for effort. Whitney was surprised that she felt neither shame nor revulsion, only high sexual arousal. Having sex with a woman was a trip, her own sexy auntie was an amazing lover. As they broke apart, Whitney was panting. She had lost track of how many cums her gorgeous relative had provided for her, she hoped that Ophelia had at least enjoyed one from her lips and hands. Whitney's Naughty Relatives Ch. 01 "What a nasty piece of work you are," Ophelia smiled as she hugged Whitney. "You took to this like a duck to water. Are you ready for James to fuck you with his big cock?" "Is that cock for real?" Whitney gasped, noticing her uncle's shaft for the very first time. "Holy fuck, how big is he?" "8½ inches of solid man, sweetheart," Ophelia smiled. "He knows how to use it too. Hey, I want to be involved in your first fuck – so I'm just going to scooch up to the top of the bed and while James is fucking you from behind, you can eat my pussy. You made me soooo horny, baby girl." Whitney was thrilled to hear that and she nodded, ready to take all directions. She got on all fours and placed her mouth squarely on top of Ophelia's neatly-trimmed pussy. While she began licking the exposed flesh, she braced herself for the invasion of her needy snatch by her uncle's massive dick. As it inched into her, she felt the agony and then it turned to incredible pleasure. "Holy fuck, he's massive, but feels so fucking good, screw me James, fuck the shit out of me, FUCK ME while I eat this sweet cunt of your wife's," Whitney gasped before resuming her task. James was moving in and out of her body with a nice pace, thrilling the young woman with his sexual stamina. Whitney had not realized until this night what a sexual woman she truly was, with these two people she loved, a new Whitney had emerged. She tried to thrust back against James as best she could while still loving Ophelia with her tongue. Until tonight, she would never have thought of eating pussy, she would have found the concept strange and pussy to be odd-looking. That wasn't true of Ophelia, like every part of the woman, her pussy was beautiful and delicious. "Oh God, oh fuck, James darling, what a year we're going to have with this nasty little whore," Ophelia groaned. "She's gobbling me up baby, she's eating me alive." "Good to know baby, I'm glad she's adapting so quickly," James grunted as he grabbed Whitney's hips and plunged deeper inside of her. She howled at the invasion, yet was still able to maintain her focus on Ophelia. James fucked the sexy teen for nearly 30 minutes before he couldn't take more. The women jumped for his cock and shared his load before falling back on the bed and twisting around in each other's arms. James went downstairs to make coffee for them all while the women kept on playing. "I think I'm going to like living here," Whitney giggled. "I know we're going to love having you," Ophelia sighed. "You both just had me," Whitney joked, kissing Ophelia sweetly. Yes, they did – and again that night – 4 more times! Whitney's Naughty Relatives Ch. 02 Whitney’s Naughty Relatives – Chapter Two by BrettJ © 2012 Whitney was enjoying the ride in her aunt’s little red Corvette. Ophelia had told her she found sexy cars just as pleasurable as good food, good wine or sex. “I thought about driving professionally,” Ophelia smiled at her niece as she let her sunglasses slide down her nose. “Then I realized it was too much like work and I do like a life of luxury.” She giggled. Whitney and her seductive aunt had grown very close in the few weeks that Whitney had been staying with her uncle James and his sensual, dark, exotic bride. Many of Ophelia’s friends were older than she was, so she enjoyed having someone closer to her own age to talk with. Of course, talking wasn’t exactly what they spent most of their time doing. Sex had become as necessary to the blonde teen as breathing, her aunt and uncle had an attitude towards hedonism that was positively infectious. A good part of her day was spent in bed with the lovely Ophelia, relishing her new bi-sexuality. They ate their meals late in the evening, because when James got home from work, his gorgeous women dragged him into their lustful clutches. Ophelia and James made the progression gradual, so that their lovely niece wouldn’t experience sensory overload. Her mother had been, and continued to be, extremely uptight. That fact puzzled her younger brother a great deal. James told his niece that her grandparents were warm, affectionate people who openly hugged and kissed. Whitney merely shrugged and told her uncle her mother had been like that for some time. James discussed this with Ophelia and knew as much as Whitney seemed to be enjoying her newfound sexual appetites, slow and steady would be wiser, so that her emotions wouldn’t boomerang on her and guilt trip her up. Ophelia had discussed today’s outing with her husband and James nodded as he handed her his VISA Platinum Card. “Go nuts, babe,” He told her. “Not that I have to tell you that, but what good is having money if you can’t derive pleasure from it?” “You do realize that I married you for your money?” She told him. “I thought it was because I had a big cock?” He shot back. “That was the second reason, money first,” She teased, kissing him and running upstairs to wake a drowsy Whitney. “We’re going shopping, sweetness,” Ophelia purred as she yanked away the covers from a naked Whitney. At home, Whitney would never have dared to sleep nude. In the Comstock home, it was practically a requirement. “So early?” Whitney moaned. “Early? It’s almost noon,” Ophelia laughed. “Can I help it if you two sex maniacs tired me out so much that I needed more sleep?” Whitney sighed. “Let a girl sleep, can’t you?” “Nope,” Ophelia laughed, swatting her niece on the behind. “Put on something cute and flirty after you’ve showered and meet me downstairs in 30 minutes. Believe me, you won’t be sorry.” Whitney nodded and began to crawl out of bed. She knew that no matter what was going on in Ophelia’s devious and deviant little mind, it would be in her best interests to comply. Whitney had no idea how right she was. While she was in the shower, her sexy aunt was making arrangements for a shopping trip that the sexy blonde would never forget. Nor would Ophelia herself, if she knew friend’s equally-devious mind. There would be an element of danger, of kink and of risk and that was precisely the kind of afternoon Ophelia wanted for Whitney! As they neared their destination, Ophelia knew that she would have to rein in her excitement or risk telegraphing the surprise to her sexy niece. She wanted Whitney’s stay to continue and be exciting and fun and that meant staying one step ahead of the pretty teen at all times. “Are you ever going to tell me where we’re going?” Whitney asked with the impatience of youth. Ophelia grinned, trying not to think of herself as so much older than Whitney, although her experience in matters erotic had given her some extra wisdom. She knew that someday, the same would be true of her niece. “I don’t suppose it would hurt to tell you now,” Ophelia smiled as she pulled her Corvette into a private laneway that backed into a very quaint, elegant-looking little shop. “I said you needed some new clothes and what better way to start than from the underneath? This is a very sexy lingerie shop that’s owned by my dear friend, Sherri Sullivan.” “Sherri Sullivan?” Whitney questioned. “As in the same Sherri that Uncle James was dating and he caught you screwing with a dildo?” “One and the same,” Ophelia chuckled. “She and I have remained close friends over the years, although she doesn’t have much to do with your uncle nowadays. She’s almost exclusively into women; it comes from working with such sexy garments and seeing naughty, naked ladies all day. Let’s go sweetness, she’s expecting us.” Whitney didn’t dilly-dally because by now, she knew that whatever Ophelia had planned, there was going to be hot sex at the end of it. That was just the way things were with the dusky beauty – something wonderful that ended in heated fucking! Whitney noticed as they entered the shop that it seemed to be very quiet for a store that seemed so lovely and charming. There was no sign of staff or customers. “Hello,” Ophelia called out. “Is anyone here?” “It’s about time you got here,” A voice called out from the back in a very sharp, angry tone. “I don’t have all day to wait around for you two, you know.” A few moments later, a woman that Whitney assumed must be Sherri walked into the room. Her first impression would be emblazoned on Whitney’s mind for all time. Standing there was a delicious, curvy redhead wearing a PVC bustier that was black and gleaming. It pushed her breasts high up, not that she needed a lot of support. Sherri was also wearing a matching thong, black stockings and thigh-high boots with heels that were easily 6 inches. Her hair was a rich, dark red in color, almost auburn and was wild and tossed. This looked like a woman you did not want to mess with, not if you were smart. “Yes, of course, I’m very sorry,” A docile-sounding Ophelia spoke up. Whitney wasn’t completely sure what was going on here, this person sure didn’t seem like her confident aunt. “I don’t want to hear excuses from you bitch, be silent!” Sherri commanded. She walked over to Whitney and looked at her closely. “So, this is the niece?” She placed her hand under Whitney’s chin and lifted her head. “She’s attractive enough – tell me bitch, does your niece like to play?” Before Ophelia could even answer, Sherri asked Whitney the same question. “Do you like to play, little girl?” Whitney sensed this was some kind of game or test, but she was still getting a bit indignant. “Yes, I play and I am not a little girl, dammit!” Sherri chuckled. “Ah, she has some fire in her, that’s good, that’s very good. You’ll need it – young lady. All right, we have the afternoon to indulge our carnal lusts, I’ve given my staff the afternoon off, so let’s get started, shall we?” Whitney whispered in her aunt’s ear “Is she fucking nuts or what?” “More like or `what’,” Ophelia answered. “Just do as she says, she’s difficult to please when she gets like this.” Whitney nodded and the two women followed Sherri into a spacious back room. “Your clothes are over there, whore!” Sherri barked at Whitney. “As for you, my gorgeous black slut, I am sure you’re wearing something underneath those clothes that will give me great pleasure.” “Yes Miss Sherri, of course,” Ophelia smiled, eagerly beginning to disrobe. Whitney had thought they were shopping for lingerie and when she saw the outfit piled on a chair, she wondered what the hell was going on? It was a schoolgirl’s outfit, pleated plaid skirt and all. Then, she took a closer look at it. The skirt would never have been allowed in any public school and the blouse was extraordinarily sheer. There were heels that were at least 4 inches and black, trampy lingerie underneath. Okay – if that’s what Sherri wanted her to be, she would play this role to the hilt. She looked over and saw that Sherri was now wearing a large, strap-on dildo. Whitney wondered if it might be the same dildo, but that wasn’t important. She had to prove she could play with the big girls. “Aunt Sherri,” She gasped in mock horror. “What are you doing to my friend Ophelia?” Ophelia removed her lips from the toy and grinned. She was proud of Whitney; she had picked up the game rather quickly. Sherri’s lips curled into a cruel sneer. “I’m making the black bitch serve me; she’s forgotten her place in this relationship, darling girl. I come first and then you, her needs must always come last.” Whitney nodded. “You’re right as always, Aunt Sherri. The silly bitch didn’t make me cum today so I had to have one of my teachers do it. It wasn’t too bad, she was gooooddd,” Whitney sighed at the “memory”. Sherri was impressed with the girl’s imagination. “Still dear, that’s no excuse for Ophelia’s neglect. I know – Ophelia, you black whore, go over there and pleasure my niece while I fuck your cunt with the toy. Make sure to do a good job or your ass will suffer.” “Of course Miss Sherri, you know I live to serve you,” Ophelia said as she quickly undressed. As always, Ophelia’s lingerie was beyond beautiful. As she gave a cursory glance to Sherri’s store, Whitney was fairly sure her aunt had purchased most of it here. It was of the highest quality and appeared to be hand crafted and was likely quite expensive. Knowing her aunt and uncle the way she did now, Whitney knew the cost wasn’t an issue. Whitney placed herself on a lovely settee and raised her tiny skirt. Ophelia blatantly licked her lips and then moved her mouth to her niece’s thighs and kissed them adoringly. Once again, Whitney experienced the thrill of Ophelia’s lips on her needy cunt. Her instinct was to close her eyes, but then she wouldn’t have seen the other sight, that of Sherri screwing the lusty Ophelia with the huge dildo. “Ow, oh Miss Sherri, you’re hurting me!” Ophelia cried out, although Whitney didn’t believe a word of it. James’ cock was easily the equal of the dildo. “You deserve it bitch, for neglecting your duties so shamefully,” Sherri grimaced as she slammed the toy into Ophelia’s needy cunt. “Tell me baby, is she taking care of you now?” She said to Whitney. “Oh yes auntie, soooo nicely,” Whitney murmured as her first climax washed over her. “This black slut does know what a girl likes.” “Okay, then perhaps I’ll let you fuck her next,” Sherri grinned. “Come over here and give auntie some sugar.” Still playing her role to the hilt, Whitney got off the settee and made her way to Sherri. She kissed the older woman heatedly and with lots of tongue and fondled her body. Sherri’s murmurs turned almost kittenish. “I think you need a good fucking too, little miss,” Sherri told the girl. “Why don’t you straddle my toy and fuck yourself on it? Ophelia, I think this little slut needs you to play with her some more and get her naked.” “Of course, Miss Sherri,” Ophelia said without offering any opposition. The trio got in place and Whitney lowered her tight, teenage cunt on to the toy and began rocking on it while Ophelia undressed her and cupped her gorgeous tits. A few minutes later, they had changed positions slightly. Now Ophelia was facing her niece and fondling her and kissing her while she rode Sherri’s eagerly-licking tongue. The trio was now joined in a heated passion that likely wouldn’t stop until all of them had a nice cum. Fortunately for them all, Whitney was so turned on by her new circumstances that it didn’t take her long to cum and that set everyone off in a nice chain reaction. The trio fell apart, panting heavily. “Now, that is the way to start an afternoon!” Sherri exclaimed, laughing a bit. “Hello ladies, welcome to my store. Whitney, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” She said, giving the girl a peck on the cheek. “That’s one hell of an introduction, but hi,” Whitney laughed. “From the description Ophelia gave me, I would never have guessed you were a Dom.” “Oh, she’s not,” Ophelia laughed as she stood up. “Every time we play, she surprises me with something new. Last time, she wore an outfit a bit like yours and I got to play teacher. Nice work on picking up on things so fast, by the way.” “I’m a quick study,” Whitney giggled, thinking of the sexual education she’d had so far. “That’s an understatement,” Ophelia laughed. “She doesn’t mind doing extra assignments either. Sherri, what do you think of my gorgeous niece?” “I can’t wait to know her better,” Sherri grinned. “Come ladies, I’ve made some sandwiches and tea. Whitney, don’t bother getting dressed – we’re just going to take everything off of you again – and again after that.” Whitney spent the afternoon in the company of the two decadent divas, learning new depths of her sexuality. She got to play captive slave girl with a harem outfit and chains, she played naughty librarian and she played runway model. Sherri was impressed by Whitney’s moves when modeling the lingerie and asked if she would consent to posing for her store’s catalog. “Of course, I’d pay you and you’d have a blast,” Sherri told her. “Say yes,” Ophelia whispered to her. “I’ve done the last 3 and it always turns into a full-out lesbian orgy. The other models are gorgeous and we usually leave exhausted.” “Yes, of course, I’d be thrilled,” Whitney told Sherri. The redhead hugged her and one thing led to another. She had Sherri on the floor and was straddling the redhead’s eager face. Sherri knew her way around a woman’s pussy; her mouth was skilled and seeking. She looked back to see that Ophelia was now wearing the dildo and screwing the gorgeous redhead six ways from Sunday. With every stroke of the toy in Sherri’s neatly-trimmed box, her tongue shot deeper into Whitney’s cunt. Her brain was nearly overwhelmed by the intense sensations and enjoyment that was being provided to her by her two favorite ladies. The afternoon ended a bit after 5 with Whitney and Ophelia putting box loads of lingerie into the Corvette. “That was an incredible afternoon and I really appreciate your closing the store for us,” Whitney said as she hugged Sherri. “Think nothing of it, sweetness,” Sherri laughed. “I made more from you two alone than I make on most days. Besides, it’s nice to take a day off every so often.” Whitney smiled. “I agree and why not, even if you do lose a bit of business.” “I don’t worry about it sugar, I’m stinking rich,” Sherri chuckled. “I was married to a much-older man who wanted a trophy wife. Sadly, he couldn’t keep it in his pants even after he got me. I made out like a bandit in the settlement and the store is just a hobby for me, a way to meet cute girls like you,” She winked. Then, she told the girls “His current wife comes in here all the time, so does his daughter. Between you and me girl, they’re both better than he was in bed,” She laughed. Whitney smiled and gave Sherri a final hug before getting in the car. She had enjoyed another thrilling adventure with her sexy aunt and wondered what would come next. Undoubtedly, she’d enjoy it just as much as she had today’s escapades. She had the utmost confidence in her aunt Ophelia.