“Veronica!” her aunt gasped, which caused the younger girl to stop, then turn to her in great surprise.
“Aunt Katherine!”
Veronica was exceptionally sweaty and cum-smeared, multiple strands of wet shiny semen on her upturned bare breasts, in her hair, on her face, and running down her chin.
A single extra-long strand of it was even dangling precariously from the perfect tip of one of her distended pink nipples.
As Veronica looked over to her aunt, the stiff cock she'd been servicing with her mouth erupted, an additional load of ropy semen covering her face and, a moment later, dripping from her full lips.
Stunned at the timing, Mrs. Rimfield's young niece could only drunkenly laugh with child-like surprise, then shrug with a guilty little smile as she licked the excess off her fingers.
To which her aunt reacted:
“My God, you filthy little slut!”
Of course, it was a case of the slut calling a slut a slut, because Mrs. Rimfield wore only a pair of crotchless black panties herself and was on her hands and knees being fucked doggy-style by an eager line of young college boys.
“Aunt Katherine,” Veronica could only say in her own defense, “it obviously takes one to know one.”
From that moment on, they were closer than ever.
“There's the little girl herself,” Mrs. Rimfield warned her niece. “With her father. I'll have them come over and I'll introduce you.”
Veronica nodded.
They'd been still sunning themselves at the pool when Alex walked out of the maintenance shed, a toolbox in one hand, his daughter with him. He spotted Mrs. Rimfield across the parking lot and smiled knowingly at her, then pointed for his daughter's benefit.
A minute later, the young girl smiled and headed toward the pool as her father headed in the other direction.
“She's a cute little thing,” Veronica allowed.
“Act casual,” her aunt commanded. “I want to discover what's going on, but I don't want to alert her to anything odd going on.”
“I'll be good,” her niece promised.
“Hello, Mrs. Rimfield,” Stephanie nodded pleasantly. “Is this your daughter?”
“Stephanie, this is Veronica, my niece,” Mrs. Rimfield smiled. “She visits her boring old aunt whenever she has absolutely nothing else to do.”
Veronica smiled at that.
“Wrong,” the high school girl corrected. “I visit her whenever I need an adventure of sorts.”
“An adventure…?” Stephanie asked, intrigued.
“She's trying to make me sound more interesting than I am,” Mrs. Rimfield told the girl. “Anyway, how are you enjoying your stay here? Having any…fun?”
The young girl gave her a sweet smile.
Her youthful, freshly scrubbed face had no hint of worry or concern, and certainly not any of the understated angst one might expect from a girl being sexually abused in any way. Of course, during that night she'd listened to them, it was obvious there was no coercion going on-the little 10-year-old was a full-blown participant.
“Have you and your dad been up to anything…unusual?” the Resident Manager probed ever so gently. “When I saw you late last night, you had a most unusual look on your face, is why I ask.”
And your small hand was working in your filmy underpants, she could have said.
But, of course, did not. Instead, she studied the little girl without seeming to, trying to see the truth of the matter in her bright young eyes.
Stephanie began to respond but then stopped abruptly with an uncertain smile.
“Last night?” she said slowly, clearly trying to recall. “I didn't see you last night, not that I can remember. What time was it?”
Mrs. Rimfield gave her a quick smile.
“Dear, it was well after midnight,” she told the child. “I was, uh, visiting your father and you came to the door of your bedroom. Maybe you were too sleepy to remember seeing me.”
If there was any attempt on the girl's part to conceal her memory of their meeting, to pretend nothing had happened, Mrs. Rimfield couldn't detect it in any way. It was obvious Stephanie didn't remember a thing about it.
“I'm sorry, but I don't remember,” the little 10-year-old said. And then she looked to Veronica, who appeared to be staring at her with an open frankness. “Is something the matter? You're looking at me so oddly.”
Veronica merely smiled at Stephanie.
“You are cute as a bug,” she told the girl. “My aunt told me all about you, that she heard you and your father playing a game in your apartment a couple of nights ago. A loud game, that went on all night. And that you were having so much fun, she could hear you in her place right above.”
But Stephanie clearly drew a blank, her little-girl's brain working (obvious from her puzzled expression and the little frown line that appeared on her smooth forehead), but no recollection of that night apparently registered.
“What kind of game?” she wanted to know. “I don't remember that, either. And I'm usually in bed and asleep by ten o'clock, unless my dad lets me stay up later to watch a movie or something.”
Mrs. Rimfield gave her niece a warning look, then said, “Let's not grill the child, Veronica. She's here on her vacation, after all. So, Stephanie, I haven't seen you in the pool yet. Is there a problem?”
The girl gave her a little shrug.
“I didn't know if I was supposed to,” she said earnestly. “My dad said I shouldn't be getting in the way, since I'm too young to really be here.”
Mrs. Rimfield gave her a broad smile.
“That's particularly thoughtful of both you and your father,” she said. “But you're a guest here and an important one. Would you like to go into the pool?”
And the girl's sweet face lit up.
“Yes, I would,” she said. “I've brought a swimsuit and everything.”
“You just make yourself right at home here,” Mrs. Rimfield let her know. “We want you to be happy during your stay.”
And little Stephanie beamed.
“Thank you, Mrs. Rimfield…”
It was after 1:00 a.m. that very night, or morning, Veronica staying over, when both women heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from the apartment below.
Mrs. Rimfield adored her young niece and, ever since they'd discovered each other at the frat party, they'd been ardent girl-on-girl lovers as well as relatives, spending as much time together as possible.
She'd been lying naked on her king-size bed, still sweaty from a session of mutual pussy-licking fun. Veronica, naked and sweaty as well, stood beside the bed, making a final adjustment to the strap-on dildo she wore.
The pretty 15-year-old high school girl swung her slim hips side-to-side, wagging the large rubber penis in the air.
“Damn, I love having a dick!” Mrs. Rimfield's sweet niece said. “Especially one that never quits…let me fuck you with it right now.”
“Veronica, this is serious,” her aunt continued, sitting up at the ongoing sounds from below. “If they're at it again, maybe we should get dressed and go down there! I do have a key, after all.”
But her niece's attention was still focused on the sexual apparatus she wore, which Mrs. Rimfield had only recently bought for her.
At the same time, she'd purchased anal beads, three exotic-looking vibrators, tropically-flavored anal lubrication, and a small but sturdy actual fucking machine, still unboxed in her closet and awaiting Veronica's birthday, which her young niece was to sit on, pumping her hips, so that the thing could fuck her from below, endlessly.
Or until her legs cramped up.
“Look how real it looks!”
The younger girl was running her slender fingers up and down the realistic rubber cock of the strap-on, admiring the thickness of the shaft, the overly large smooth head, the vein-covered surface.