I had known Debbie since she was a very small child, when her mother, Rachel, had moved in next door following her divorce. Over the years I had watched Debbie grow and blossom into a very attractive and poised young woman, and I have to admit that I had often fantasised about what it would be like to see her naked, especially in the summer on those rare sunny days, when she would sunbathe in the back garden wearing a very skimpy bikini. Recently my fantasies had grown rather more erotic, especially since the death of my wife a couple of years earlier, but after relieving myself by masturbation, I would dismiss them from my mind as the impossible delusions of an ageing widower.
The events I am going to relate took place while Debbie was still a student at university. After two years living in a hall of residence she had decided to move into a flat for her final year. She had met a slightly older girl from somewhere in America, Ohio I believe, called Lynda, who was in the UK for 18 months doing a Masters degree. Debbie's mother had asked me if I would help by transporting all the paraphernalia that is thought to be necessary by young women when they set up home in their first flat, as I had a large estate car compared to her small saloon. I had readily agreed, and on the day of the move helped her to pack the car with all her do all her things and when she went back indoors to do all those things women find so essential before setting out on a journey, I went to sit down in the garden in the warm autumn sunshine.
The university in question was about 3 hours drive away, and after we had finished unpacking everything it was rather was late, so she suggested that I might like to stay the night, and drive back home in the morning. Whist we were unpacking, I had the opportunity to look round the flat, which was in truth not very large, although it was comfortably furnished. The kitchen was in the kind of mess typical of student kitchens, and I promised myself to wash up all the dirty dishes and generally tidy up in the morning. The bathroom was festooned with stockings and other items of ladies underwear, some of them rather sexy and revealing, I couldn't help noticing. I glanced into the bedroom and was interested to see that there was only one bed - a large double bed in fact - and also intrigued by what looked like a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs on the dressing table amongst all the other paraphernalia of a woman's make-up kit.
The living room was fairly tidy, so I sat down in the one large chair, the other items of furniture being a comfortable looking sofa, a dining table and four chairs in an alcove, and in the corner a large television and video player. As I made myself at home, Debbie came out of the bedroom and sat on the arm of the chair beside me. "I'm sorry Uncle Will," she said, "but there's only one bedroom, so you will have to sleep on the sofa, but I think you'll find that it's fairly comfortable.
Just then the front door flew open, and in walked a young woman of above average height with very striking looks. He lipstick and eye make-up were very dark, almost black which contrasted with her pale skin and extremely pale blonde hair. She glanced over at me, and said, "Hi, you must be Will," before marching over to Debbie, throwing her arms around her, and proceeding to kiss her on the lips very passionately; a kiss that went on for several minutes and which Debbie returned with equal fervour, their mouths open and their tongues entwining in a dance that promised greater pleasure to come.
As they pulled apart from their embrace, Lynda looked over at me again and said, "Hello, I'm Lynda, and your friends's daughter and I are lovers, but please don't tell her mom, I'm not sure she would approve. Since we haven't seen each other for ages, I'm going to fuck her senseless, starting now, and we will probably go on well into the night."
Turning to pull Debbie closer to her, she continued, "By the time I'm finished, Debbie will have been to the edge of extreme ecstasy at least a dozen times, and her cunt will take days to recover. I'm told that you're a kinky mother-fucker, so you can watch if you like, but you mustn't interfere in any circumstances. Debbie loves everything that I do to her, and she certainly likes a bit of pain to spike her pleasure."
I am not sure where she had got her information about my sexual proclivities. It may have been that Debbie had seen me watching her with lustful eyes, although I had always been rather careful, or perhaps Debbie's mum had told her about some of our drunken conversations after an evening of conviviality. These had grown less frequent since my wife's death, but Rachel had taken pity on me a few times, and stayed the night, so Debbie might not have been totally ignorant about my kinks.
She then turned and went into the bedroom, returning a few moments later with some silken cords, the blindfold, and a box from which she pulled out a large, black, double ended dildo. "Right mister," she commanded, "get your kit off and sit on that dining chair facing the sofa."
I did as she told me, my cock starting to tingle with anticipation. Giving it a dismissive flick, she went on, "Tonight I'm going to show you why these things are redundant. In fact once we have worked out how to make babies without men, we can get rid of the Y chromosome altogether, because that's all men are good for."
