Peeping aunt - erotic stories, sex tales



Normal. A frequently used word, yet a word whose exact meaning is as elusive as the term "perversion". What those two words imply seems to vary from nation to nation, from community to community, from person to person.

Among one African tribe it is considered obscene to expose one's back to others. In many Eskimo communities it is the height of hospitality for a man to offer his wife to a guest.

Lynn Edmunds outwardly appears to be a normal, though overly prudish young woman. Yet she derives sexual pleasure from a practice that most would consider socially unacceptable and some would consider perverted.

But who is to say whether she is normal or perverted? PEEPING AUNT is a novel of interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. A story of one woman seeking to resolve her sexual conflicts and find inner happiness.



CHAPTER ONE

The grass was wet under her bare feet, almost as wet as her crotch was getting. The woman's hand shook slightly as she edged closer to the half-open window. From inside the darkened room came the sounds of two people fucking.

The sounds were unmistakable. Lynn Edmunds should know those sounds, the impassioned grunts, the soft sighs, the slurping sound of a cock dulling into an excited cunt. She should know thorn well. But not first-hand. Not really.

All she did was listen.

She listened and watched and enjoyed vicariously. Not for her was the powerful embrace and the sweat-drenched bodies locked together in love. The thought of actually having a man stick that into her soft, gently flowing twat repulsed her.

But watching...

That was a thrill, a big thrill, and one she could really get off on. Like she was doing now outside her nephew's window.

The deep grunts were those of the sixteen-year-old boy. She could tell because she'd listened outside his window so many times. Most of the high school girls considered Carey a real stud. And the current love-partner in his bed seemed a notch above what he usually sneaked home under his parents' watchful eyes.

Lynn had seen them come in the back door shortly after midnight. Carey had tried to be quiet, but his aunt knew all his tricks, knew exactly when to watch and wait.

She had to admit Joanne was a beautiful girl. If the floppy sweater was any clue, the brunette was probably one of the school's cheerleaders. Lynn could appreciate feminine beauty she had developed quite an eye for it.

If she wanted to imagine herself in the woman's place, in bed, having that male thing slipped firmly between her legs, she had to.

Joanne looked about fifteen, with soft brown eyes that had glowed with expectation pf a good night's tumble locked in the arms of her boy friend. Trim legs, indecently unclad, had flashed whitely as she crossed the kitchen, never dreaming anyone was watching. And from the way the sweater swayed and bounced, Lynn guessed the girl wasn't wearing a bra.

She thought that was positively shameless, but it obviously made her nephew even hotter to screw his lowly girlfriend.

She could remember those words perfectly: "I wish I could eat you up right here, darling. Right here in the kitchen!" And he'd slipped his hands under her sweater. The girl's face had gotten a look of positively disgusting enjoyment an it as she snuggled closer and slid her own hands down Carey's back and over his tightly muscled ass. She'd actually pulled him closer as she whispered, just loud enough for the spying aunt to hear, "I don't want your tongue in me; I want your cock!"

Lynn shuddered as she heard the foul language from the mouth of such an innocent-looking girl. Joanne couldn't have possibly known what she was saying, what she was goading the lusty teenager to.

Standing outside her nephew's window, Lynn realized that Joanne knew precisely what she'd been asking for. There was no denying the fact the pretty brunette cheerleader had done this before. She was no virgin. She couldn't have been and done the things she did.

The woman slipped closer to the window, her bare feet making no sound. Her hand reached out and pushed open the window a little more, the better for her to peer into the boy's room.

A tiny squeak sounded like a gunshot to the watching woman. The window sash needed to be oiled. But the small noise went unnoticed by the two passionately embracing on the bed, the sheets around their lithe young bodies in a wild disarray. They were too engrossed in each other to notice slight sounds.

Lynn's breath came in a heavy pant she was sure matched those of the teenaged girl on the bed. On the bed and under her nephew's body. Although the light wasn't very good, she could see well enough. If anything, the dimness made the naked flesh stand out in brighter contrast than if the lights had been on.

She heard the boy say, "God, I love you. I never had anyone whose cunt was as tight as yours. Feels like a hand in a soft leather glove. And the glove is gripping at me."

A titter, then a whispered feminine voice, "And your cock is filling me up so much! I can feel you jerking around in me. Are you that excited? Do I turn you on that much?"

"Vou little bitch!" he hissed. "You know you do. You're the foxiest girl in the entire Goddamn school. There's not a stud around who wouldn't give a million bucks to spend the night with you."

"Is that all I'm worth? A million dollars?" she teased.

"That and more. And, ummm, Christ, that cunt of yours never quits! You're going to squeeze me flat if you keep using your pussy like that on my prick."

"Flatten it? Never! Your cock is too big. I've never felt a guy's prick more than yours. Hmmmm, nice, so niice!" she moaned.

"Want it again? Faster this time?"

"Yes, yes! Fuck me, I need it, ohhh Jesus, let me have every lovely inch of that huge prick! All the way up my cunt!"

The watching woman felt tremors go through her body. The words were so filthy, so perverted! And from the mouths of two teenagers. She could hardly believe it. And they were actually doing what they were talking about.

She could see the slow, deliberate movement of her nephew's hips back. From the dark brown vee of the girl's bush emerged a shining cock. The fuck fluids totally drenched it. Glistening in the pale light, she was sure it was on fire, but with a cold, phosphorescent fire. Maybe it had millions of lightning bugs in it that's what it looked like.

But it couldn't. She sucked in her breath as she saw the slow movement back between the cheerleader's upraised, snowy-white thighs. He was ramming his cock back into the warmth of her pussy.

Her sweet flowing pussy, her warm, hot, blazing pussy, capable of clutching so hard at his cock.

The grunt from the girl as he fucked all the way up her quim came to the woman's ears. Her own nephew was actually fucking the girl. Fucking her, his hips moving slow back and forth like some machine. A sex machine working up the young girl's fervor until she wouldn't be able to hold back her orgasm any longer.

It was a feeling just like that building up in the woman's loins. Her twat was beginning to trickle out its own flood of cunt juice. Instinctively, a hand reached between her legs, stroked over her blonde pussy mound and down to the sex lips.

Parting her robe, the woman began diddling herself. Her fingers felt cool and small as she probed gently back and forth into her cunt. The slippery flesh under her hands wasn't satisfied, certainly not in the same way the girl's cunt was being satisfied by her nephew's hard-driving, prick.

The words coming from the room were slurred with lust now, but the woman could still make them out.

"Carey, oh God, Carey! Harder! Fuck me harder! I want to feel your cock drilling hard into my guts!"

The boy didn't answer. He was speeding up the tempo of his fucking. The lewd sucking noise that sounded every time he plugged the sexy chearleader with his cock was drawing her attention. The way her sex lips parted for his big cock, the way her pussy walls gripped at his buried length, the way her hands clawed and, clutched at his upper arms, all those were what she concentrated on.

The woman watched her nephew really start to stroke. The thin sheen of sweat covering his body made him appear to be oiled. A titan. And every time his cock slipped almost all the way out of the girl's cunt promised the watching woman more than she was receiving.

Her fingers in her own cunt seemed small, inadequate. She thrust three fingers into her needy manhole. It didn't work. She kept thinking of that fifteen-year-old brunette whore on the bed, her legs spread wide so she could get her cunt well fucked. She was getting the pussy pleaser. She was the one enjoying the man's cock. The hard driving cock that felt as if it would split her all the way to the chin.

That was what the woman wanted in her own cunt. Not three fingers. It felt like three fingers. She needed a cock or something that felt like one.

Blindly groping around, her hand closed on the handle of a garden tool. The cool wooden handle was so large, so thick, so much like that fleshy cock she was watching sink deeper and deeper into the girl's cunt.

"Go, Carey, ohhh, yess! You're so big in me! Your cock makes me feel like a woman! Fuck me, fuck me!"

"Anything you want. Your cunt is... is too much! Damn, but I love to love you!"

Mutual gasps signaled a deep, hard penetration of cock into twat. The obscene squishing noise sounded like water behind a dam. The woman took in every single bit of the scene, not missing anything, imagining what it must be like having that hard, throbbing length of all-male cock shoved up her own cunt.

Robe gaping open, garden tool in hand, she pressed it against her own labia. The blunt coldness sent shivers into her body. Slow pressure parted her pussy lips.

She watched as her nephew fucked harder. His breath was coming in ragged gasps now as he drove furiously into the willing, wanton girl's body.

The garden tool was becoming drenched with cunt juices oozing out and around the thick wooden handle. A little more pressure and it parted the delicately scalloped inner pussy lips. Then it was all the way up her cunt, bulbous end spreading apart the tensed pussy walls until she had to moan from the sensations ripping through her belly.

She started moving it back and forth inside her. The tool warmed as the friction of her masturbation smeared her inner oil along the entire length of the handle.

Staring in, she was momentarily afraid the two teenagers had heard her and would come to investigate.

That wasn't the sort of coming they were doing. The girl was thrashing around on the bed, impaled on a spike of hard prick.

"Ungh, ohhhh, shiit! You're so Goddamn biiiig!" she shrieked over and over. Her fingers clawed at the boy's broad back and left red welps. Neither seemed to notice.

Thee woman shoved the tool in and out of her cunt faster when she saw the girl's arousal, her nearness to climax.

"Want the best for you, darling, want the Goddamn fucking best!" her nephew said. He was raised up off the bed, weight supported on his arms. She saw his veins stand out in bold relief as the exertion took its toil on him.

Body completely covered with sweat, he was panting and grunting each time he slammed his groin into the girls eagerly awaiting pussy. When the cheerleader's legs came up and wrapped around his waist, the watching woman was heated to the wondrous sight of cock fucking fiercely into a hungry cunt.

She pulled the garden tool even farther up her twat. The way its slightly bulbous head felt inside her might have been a cock head. The broadened part could have been the purpled crown of a rock just like that fucking the girl spread so wantonly on the bed.

She pushed it out of her quim and the vacuum threatened to pull her guts out with it. Filled, stretched, and growing weak in the knees from reaction, the woman continued, to watch the couple on the bed.

As the girl's hips hunched up off the bed, she could see her cunt lips smile lewdly to receive the thick plug of prick. That hairy-rimmed mouth swallowed every inch of the long, angry red cock. And once inside, the turgid flaps of her pussy seemed unwilling to ever let loose.

The boy groaned. The woman clung weakly to the window sill, not wanting to miss what was happening.

The words came, "Your cunt is sucking me dry. You're a Goddamn milking machine!"

"And I want your tasty cream in my poor little cunt!"

"Little is right," he managed to gasp out.

Shoulders bowing, he corkscrewed back into her cunt. The woman might have felt the full impact of the heavy body on her own. The handle of the tool drilled deeply up her own twat. She felt her pussy begin to burn with desire.

She masturbated herself faster and faster, keeping up with the tempo of the fucking she so avidly watched.

The girl came, her screams of sexual release muffled by the boy's mouth closing over hers. Her entire body arched and began twitching as if she were a puppet on a string. Hips bucking, twisting, humping, the girl pulled that lovely cock as far up to her belly she could.

She wanted more.

The instant her climax died down, she was begging, "Give it to me again. Make me cum again! I want your prick so bad!"

The woman watched as the sloppy fucking continued. She didn't believe a young girl's cunt could froth and bubble over with juice so. Hers never had, not when she was fifteen.

Even at thirty-five, her cunt was not that aroused. But she didn't care. Watching was fine. Watching and ramming the dildo in and out of her own twat.

The garden tool was becoming almost too slippery to hang on to. The entire instrument was soaked with her inner oils. And it felt so damned good inside her cunt!

She drove it even fastest maintaining the same rhythm as the boy was using on his girlfriend wasn't possible. Her hands were shaking too hard for that. And her body was demanding the release of orgasm. She felt it building up inside.

The warmth generated by the friction of the wooden handle against her most sensitive flesh spread like melted butter through her guts. She felt her loins become a raging fire. The blaze threatened to consume her entire body. And she fucked herself even faster with the gardening tool.

Inside, on the bed, her nephew was rapidly driving his cheerleader girlfriend toward a second cum. The girl was thrashing about like some beast trapped in a hunter's snare.

The thick prick entering and leaving her cunt was plainly visible to the woman crouching outside the window. She loved the way it unerringly found its target and vanished all the way up the aroused girl's cunt. That prick was gorgeous; she wanted it all for herself.

Imagining the wooden handle to be flesh, flesh hot and hard from desire for her, drove her on. She felt the using tide of orgasm in her body. There was no point in holding it back.

The last glimpse she had of the two inside was her nephew reaching under and grabbing a double handful of milky-white ass flesh and gripping hard. He used his handhold to lift and twist the wanton girl's cunt around his cock.

She came again.

And then the universe around the woman shattered. Her body was seized by the ultimate in human pleasure. Her orgasm was intense and blacked everything from her vision for long minutes.

Recovering, she was gasping and weak. She pulled the dripping tool from her twat and dropped it on the pound. She could barely stand up, her legs were so weak in reaction. Rut the sight of the two teenagers fucking held her captive.

Like she was hypnotized, she continued to watch. There was little technique in their balling. It was pure, lusty animal coupling. And they were both obviously enjoying it immensely.

"Keep it up, love, keep it up!" the girl moaned out. "I need your prick in my cunt. Fucking, keep it fucking, ummm, oh, so gooood!"

"I'll keep it up: I'll have to, won't I?" he said. His hands continued pulling and twisting at the half globes of asscheek. His body rocking back and forth, he maintained the steady fucking of her impossibly tight little cunt until he was sure he would explode at any instant.

His aunt was fascinated by their stamina. She wondered at how her nephew had such control. The few men she'd ever allow to fuck her had all been of the "Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am" school and damned few of them had even bothered to thank her before they started snoring.

"I... I won't be able to go on much longer, Joanne. My balls feel like they're filled with hot lead. Weighing me down. And your Goddamn cunt is still sucking at me! You got a spare mouth down there or something?"

"Something," she sighed. Her hands reached out, slender fingers stroking aver his bulging muscles.

The watching woman couldn't believe her nephew was such a well developed sixteen-year-old. His arms would have done credit to a man tel years his senior. And it was obvious he was able to give pleasure to a woman in bed.

The cheerleader wasn't complaining, she was cheering.

A shiver raced up and down the woman's spine. To be there, legs spread wide, her nephew's cock fucking her, that was a fantasy she loved re-enacting over and over.

But no, it wasn't her split wide for his driving cock. It was a fifteen-year-old whore. A slut who'd put out for anyone. She wasn't in bed with her nephew and he wasn't fucking the hell out of her.

It was Joanne in there enjoying the pleasures of his body. Grooving on the pleasure of having his virile cock thrust into her cunt.

"I just can't, ungh, hold back much longer. Fast, God, here it comes fast, freight train fast! Your cunt, God, oh Christ!"

The way the girl arced her back as the boy drove forward told the woman they were both getting their rocks off. The teenager's balls would be pumping spurt after hot, creamy spurt up that young pussy. And that pussy would be slurping it all up like a man lost in the desert finding water.

Their bodies rolled over and over on the bed.

Locked together at the groin, it was obvious he was still fucking her. The girl shrieked out her passions once more and then limply collapsed.

The boy pulled her to him, crushing her tits against his chest. Softly, he stroked her hair and gently crooned to her, "So nice, so good, you're the greatest, darling, simply the greatest."

She snuggled closer and began stroking her long fingers over his hairless chest. Her words were muffled, but Lynn thought she caught them.

"You're a real stud, Carey. The best Goddamn lay in the whole fuckin' high school. Nobody's better'n you. Nobody!"

"You say that to all the guys, I bet."

"Hell, no. Only the ones who can get me off four times. Or was it five? I lost count..." and her voice drifted off as their young mouths were engaged in more interesting pursuits than talking.

Lynn watched as they kissed, wondering what it was like having a man's tongue invade her mouth, stroke along her tongue, make her feel... feel... feel how?

She didn't know.

Her experience in bed was strictly limiteded. This was why getting her thrills watching others was so exciting. It was better than letting a beast cram his thing into her until he spewed out his filthy gunk into her hole.

Yet, doubt assailed her. Carey and Joanne seemed to both enjoy sex. Most of the people she watched seemed to.

In that lay her own enjoyment. What she was seeing was something different from actually doing. Watching was better, finer, cleaner.

She quietly left the window, the sounds of sweaty body sliding against equally sweaty naked body, and went back to her room, her cunt momentarily sated.

CHAPTER TWO

Supper was as usual. Dolly, her older sister by two years, and her husband Dan were shoveling away the food as if there was no tomorrow. She couldn't understand how they avoided middle-aged spread. Both had.

"So I said to that bid son of a bitch, 'Look here, Mr. Fontaine, if I don't get that raise, I'll take up Breckinridge's offer and leave you to run this office all by yourself.'"

"What'd old prune-face have to say then?" asked Dolly.

"What could he say? The bastard doesn't have any balls. He gave me the raise -- and ready for this? -- he gave me a two-week vacation starting next Monday!"

"Two weeks!" shrieked Dolly. "That's wonderful!"

"Sure is, Dolly my love. I was thinking we could take a second honeymoon, just you and me and go over to Vegas. Maybe go through the marriage jazz again. Nothing wrong with you being my second wife as well as my first."

Lynn felt uneasy with such conversation. The two were too open about personal matters to make her comfortable. And the way they carried on about sexual things, no wonder their son had turned into a sex maniac balling any chick who'd open her legs for him.

She didn't much care for the filthy language they used either, but she couldn't say too much. They were kind enough to let her stay in their home after she'd lost the job after the company went down the tubes, she quickly corrected. She was a good secretary. It wasn't her fault the company had gone bankrupt and there were no openings for secretaries right now.

She owed them much. But she wished to high Heaven they didn't swear so much. And in front of Carey.

The light in Dolly's eyes grew. "A second honeymoon. And getting married again. But, hey, wouldn't that be bigamy, getting married without getting a divorce first?"

"Hell, babe, if I gotta do time for bigamy, there's no one else in the whole Goddamn world I'd rather do it with than you."

"Or anything else," Dolly muttered, thinking Lynn couldn't hear her. Her sister was always doing that as if she didn't want to embarrass her.

"Yeah, that'd be a kick, having two wives..."

"What?"

"... two wives just like you. Twins, you know? Both of them in bed with me and doing..."

"Dan, shut your mouth," snapped Lynn.

"Sorry, Lynn. Didn't meant to upset you like that." He didn't sound the least bit contrite and Carey snickered a little.

"And you shut your mouth, young man. You're getting left behind on this little vacation. Your Aunt Lynn's going to have to look after you for a couple weeks."

"Aw, Mom, I didn't mean anything by it."

"The hell you didn't. But, Lynn, you don't mind staying here and looking after Carey, do you? It is sort of a chance for a second honeymoon and Dan's been working his ass off lately."

Lynn sniffed slightly, then said, "Of course not. You two have put me up and helped me when I needed it. This is the least I can do to repay your kindness."

Dan looked relieved and Dolly said, "Please, Lynn, don't think you have to owe us anything. You're family. We look after our own. But you're such a dear to run herd on Carey for us," she quickly added before her sister could change her mind.

"Aw, Mom, I don't need a babysitter I can look after myself. Hell, I'm sixteen years old!"

Dan snorted and said, "A babysitter's the last thing you need. You'd have her knocked up so fast it'd make even my head spin. No, son, what you need is someone, to do the cooking for you. Hamburgers and Cokes and peanut butter sandwiches for two weeks isn't the kind of diet I'd wish off on anyone. Even you, and you'd enjoy the hell out of it."

Carey resigned himself to silence. But secretly be was gloating. This was going to be a real blast. He could out-think Aunt Lynn any time of the day and twice on Sundays. He'd get her out and...

"And you'd better not throw any big parties while we're gone, either," said Dolly to her son. "I remembered the last one. Where was it, Dan? Oh, yes, over at the Hurwell's. Damned near wrecked the house."

"I won't allow anything like that to happen, Dolly. You can count on it," primly said Lynn, glaring at Carey.

The teenager looked at his aunt and, tried to figure her out. He couldn't do it. She was only a couple years younger than his mother but seemed older, lots older, maybe even sixty. A real prude, she seemed to think anything having to do with sex was dirty. He still, remembered the fuss she'd raised when she'd found the copy of Hustler under his bed. She hadn't said anything to his parents, as if they would have really cared.

The Martin family had a loose and easy attitude towards sex. Carey knew his father and mother would raise hell if they actually caught him with Joanne, fucking her cross-eyed, but they knew he wasn't a virgin. They just assumed he wasn't.

And their own attitudes were open. How his mother could be such a neat person and her sister such an old stick-in-the-mad, he couldn't figure out.

Even the way his Aunt Lynn dressed was years older than her actual age. Paisley print, for Christ's sake! She lacked everything that would have made her attractive, yet he could see her beauty lurking. Some makeup, a change of clothes, getting a different hairdo anything but that tight topknot and maybe loosening up and she'd be dynamite. She had a good figure but contrived to hide it under loose clothing. And her legs weren't all that bad, either.

Carey found himself looking at his aunt with more than a little lust now and then. His father said that was okay, he was a growing boy and trying to get all the sex stuff sorted out in his head. He'd mumbled something about Freud the boy didn't understand, but all he really knew was that his aunt could have been a hell of a lot sexier than she was.

The only thing lacking in the perfect picture of an old maid was the orthopedic shoes.

No, he wouldn't have any trouble slipping Joanne in and out of the house while his parents were gone. And Aunt Lynn would have to do shopping and go on a few job interviews, and the like the could cut class and have the house to himself.

As if reading his mind, Dan said, "If you do drink any of the booze, you better replace it, kiddo. And don't get caught buying it. You have friends old enough. Let them do it. Are you tracking me?"

He was.

His father was understanding. He knew what it was like to be young, perhaps because he himself had never stopped. There would be a wild free-for-all party while they were gone, both Dan and Dolly knew it. But Dan was just warning his son to keep it cool and the crack about the booze told him in a roundabout fashion: liquor is okay but no dope.

Carey thought those pound rules were just fine. Aunt Lynn, however, obviously took the words to mean what they literally sounded like. Carey shrugged it off. There was time to deal with his aunt later.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. Carey found he was so worn out from his all-night lovemaking from the night before, he wanted to go to bed early. To sleep.

Lynn wasn't the least bit tired. She was, if anything, keyed up. There was an electric tension in the air between Dolly and Dan. The way they looked at each other all night long told her that the raise and vacation had punched all the right buttons. They excused themselves early, pleading tiredness.

But it wasn't sleep Lynn saw in their eyes. And the tension in the air had been repressed sexual desire. They wanted to get it on hot and heavy but couldn't not there with Lynn watching. Retiring to their bedroom and shutting the door was their answer for a little privacy.

Lynn tried watching television for a while longer and found her mind drifting in directions she didn't like. This peeping-tom business bothered her. She knew she got off on it in a big way but it still bothered her. It was wrong. She shouldn't do it.

The simple fact was that she couldn't stop herself.

Sitting and watching television would be dull in comparison to seeing what was happening between Dolly and Dan.

As if her feet had minds of their own, she found herself slipping out the back door and around the house to her sister and brother-in-law's bedroom window. The night was warm but it was a lot hotter inside.

"So where did you say you wanted it?" Lynn heard Dan's voice say.

"Where do you think, silly? There, ohhhh, yesss! No, dammit, not that hole!"

"Why not? Seems like a nice, tight fit to me. Maybe too damn tight. A nice asshole, but that figures. You've got such a nice ass. Every time you wiggle that perky behind gets me hard."

"Really?"

"Sure, babe. Just wiggle your bottom right now and see what happens. Yeah, like that. Hey, that feels good. Al that nice ass flesh on either side of my cock, rubbing against the sides. Hmmmm, yeah, real good."

"Easy for you to say when I'm doubled up like a pretzel."

Lynn's blonde head poked up over the window sill. She had to see what was happening. On the bed, sheets thrown back, was Dolly, with her legs doubled up and knees pressing firmly down into her generous boobs. Dan's arms were around her, holding her in the position while his cock teased at her asshole.

A tingle of delight surged through Lynn's body. Illicit delight, joy at watching two people fuck.

She felt a momentary fear and a desire to run, bide, cry. But the hypnotic effect of the two in front of her, passionately wrestling, held her. She was enthralled by the closeness of their bodies. The way the man's cock speared out to lightly probe into the upturned asshole made her quiver with anticipation.

Would he shove it all the way in? Would he fuck her ass? Could he keep her in such a position while he greeked her?

The questions were never answered, because he quickly switched the locale of his lovemaking. Releasing the pressure on the woman's legs a little, he wetly slipped forward. The slickness of the woman's genitals was obvious to the woman crouched outside the window.

The way her sister moaned, she knew a cock had been shoved all the way up her cunt. It had the sound of it in her voice. Of the many times Lynn had hidden, watching, listening, she'd discovered a difference in the quality of sounds made by men and women.

A moan contained subtle undertones only someone like her could ever detect. She wasn't wrapped up in the fucking. It was an objective decision; one based on long observation.

This moan told her the woman loved the way a long, throbbing alive prick was shoved into her twat.

"Keep it there," she said, "just let it stay there for a while. Don't move it around."

"Don't move what around?" the man demanded. "This?"

"Ummm, oh, shut! Yes, damn you, that! Just keep me plugged up with that hunk of manmeat for a while."

"Manmeat?" he asked. "What's that? Tell me what you want. Exactly."

Lynn shuddered and it wasn't from cold. The night was hot, sticky, just like her cunt was becoming from watching. It was from the words spoken. She never understood how two people could tolerate such vulgar speech. They actually seemed to get a charge out of saying those vile things to each other. It was almost a game with Dan and Dolly.

"Your cock, your thick, cum-filled pecker, your pecker head! I want it in my cunt."

"You said 'it' again. I don't know what you mean." He twitched his hips and spiraled his cock around inside her frothy cauldron. Her cunt was being stirred by the best rod imaginable and the woman let him know it.

"Your prick in my twat, that's what I mean! And I love it when you move around inside me like that. My pussy gets all tensed up and begins to feel ripply, you know?"

"Goddamn, how could I not know!" he exclaimed. "You're clamping down on my cock like you're already getting off."

"Mmmmm," came the soft sigh.

Lynn looked and couldn't see what was happening. Changing angles, she finally positioned herself so that she could see the bureau minor. With the angle she had added to the mirror's reflection, she could see everything the two did.

The man's hips were making tiny jutting motions. As if hying to drive his already ensheathed cock even deeper into her belly, he kept moving. Lynn began to wonder. What did that feel like? Was it like stuffing a vibrator up her cunt? But a fleshy, meaty, warm vibrator made out of cock? Was that what it was like?

Or was it something different?

The white forms on the bed continued their minute movements. The woman lurking outside their bedroom window was becoming impatient. Why didn't they really get it on? Why didn't they really fuck each other?

The couple rolled over on their sides, backs to the window. A little repositioning and they were again locked together, spoon-fashion. All she could see from the window was her brother-in-law's hairy ass slowly moving back and forth in a dreamy motion.

But in the mirror, there she could see it all.

His cock came between the twin pillars of her sister's legs and vanished up her twat. The sandy hair of her pussy mound was almost invisible in the dim light, but the ugly red cock wasn't. And the grinning lips it was being thrust between were more than obvious. They were obscenely spread in wanton invitation.

When her sister lifted one milky white leg over her husband's, this opened her snatch up even more fully to his exploration. His hip movements stayed the same but he was going deeper and deeper up her quim with each thrust.

Lynn could see it all. There, reflected in the mirror, was the sight she longed for to happen to her. A man's cock entering from behind. It would spread wide her soft asscheeks. She could feel the throbbing length of prick push wide her rear and then slide along her sex gash.

Cunt juices would leak out and ooze onto the length of his cock. And then, properly greased, it would go up her twat.

A shiver raced up her spine and she moaned aloud. She bit her lower lip when she realized the couple inside might hear her. They didn't. They were too busy fucking each other.

Fucking each other, Dan using slow, easy strokes to get into her quim. Every time she lifted her leg a little higher, it was reflected in the minor so the woman outside could see.

Pink pussy lips were pushed to the limit to take the thick staff of cock going up that leaking twat. The way it would spilt her, make her feel like a woman, send electric tremors all through her being, delighted the woman.

Her hand rubbed over her snatch. Lifting her skirt, she felt her already soggy cotton panties. Fingers slid under the rim of one leg band and found their way into an already overflowing cunt.

As she watched the slow-motion fucking in front of her, she imagined herself in the bed, the cock going in and out of her manhole. Her cunt begged for it. She felt so hollow inside. Empty, wanting, she had to have that prick slipping in and out, fucking her, making her warm to the rhythmic screwing that would turn her on the most.

There was no need to rush it. They had all night. She could feel the cock driving hard up inside her, dancing around with a lusty dance. It was desire, desire for her that caused it to jerk and buck like that in her hot scabbard.

Lifting her leg tightened her cunt. It collapsed around the cock entering her from between her asscheeks. The warmth, the closeness, the feel of the anus surrounding her, all added to her joy.

And the fingers on her nipples! They weren't gentle. Unlike the cock fucking her, the hands were rough, harsh. They mashed down her tits, ground them into her chest.

And she loved it!

She had to have more!

Lynn moaned aloud when she realized that there was a limit to the noise she could make. Guiltily looking inside, the couple was still at it. The hairy paw clamped ever the woman's tit was just as she imagined it would be. Heavy, punishing, fingers gripping the marble-hard nipple and tweaking.

She slowly lost herself to the fantasy it was her in the bed, her brother-in-law's cock in her cunt, his fingers diddling with her nipples. The way her tits felt, confined in their bra cups, she was sure they would explode like balloons overinflated. Excited blood pounded into them.

That same blood almost deafened her. The sound of the surf was in her temples. She almost missed the words drifting out from inside the room.

"I... I'm hot enough, love! Fuck me harder! Really fuck me!"

"I know you're hot. I can feel how hot you are... all around my cock!" came the answer.

But that set off a chain reaction in the room. His hands worked with greater force on her knockers. Crushing, molding, rotating the blobs of firm titflesh he mauled her chest.

Arrows of delight stabbed into her. And when the speed of his fucking picked up, she was hard pressed to keep her fingers driving up into her cunt to keep up. The woman was reliving every movement going on inside the bedroom.

How she longed for a cock in her needy cunt! The hours she'd driven herself mad with grief wanting to get laid.

This was the answer. She didn't have to cope with the animal-men who wanted nothing from her but a tight pussy. She could see how it should be, vicariously experience the ultimate human pleasure.

Faster and faster the cock seared into the cunt. She sighed, bucked her hips back to catch every thrust now. It was vanishing balls-deep up her cunt. The wet patch on the sheets spread, as sweat and cunt juice dribbled down. The two were bucking and thrashing around like they were possessed by demons. And they were demons of lust. They longed for each other's flesh. His cock surged all the way up her cunt. And his prick was massaged and stroked the entire distance by tight, clinging pussy walls.

They both climaxed at the same instant.

"AIIEEEE!" echoed through the stillness of the night.

All the while they were frantically fucking, Lynn was masturbating. Her fingers were greasy from her love juices but she got off, too. She found her clit and began diddling it.

The lightning bolt of orgasm ripping through her body robbed her of all strength. Her legs collapsed under her. She weakly rested, back against the wall of the house, panting, body drenched in sweat, for long minutes.

Her euphoria turned to instant, cold-knot-in-the-stomach fear when she heard a voice directly over her head say, "I dunno, babe. Thought I heard something out here. Don't see anything, though. What? The hell you say. You couldn't do that!"

There was a muffled response Lynn couldn't hear, her ears plugged with fright.

Then: "Goddamn, you can do it! And damned if I'm not going to fuck you like that, too!"

The window slammed and the curtains hissed shut.

But Lynn limply sat outside the window for almost five minutes. It took that long for her to realize how close she'd come to getting caught spying on her sister and brother-in-law.

CHAPTER THREE

Lynn felt she couldn't go back into the house. Not yet. She had to take a breather. A walk would do her good. She stood guiltily looking at the now-closed window and drawn curtains.

Only for an instant did she wonder what was going on behind those drapes. She didn't really know she wished she did but the chance of getting caught had multiplied immensely in the past few minutes.

Better she take that walk and cool off her rampaging passions. It just wasn't right that she had to get her thrills this way. It put such a strain on her nerves.

But the alternative was even worse. Men. Men with their hands all aver her body, rough callused hands sticking in places where it hurt. It was all so humiliating when they couldn't even remember her name.

She'd gotten her cherry popped when she was fifteen by the high school principal. He'd called her in and told her he'd have to punish her for some infraction of the school rules. She didn't even remember what the rule was.

What Lynn did remember was what he'd done to her. Stripped her naked, then taken her on his desk. She'd been too scared to do anything about it. And he hardly seemed to notice her after he'd gotten his rocks off. His words still burned in her mind, however: "I'll let you go this time. But don't say anything about what's happened here. Dammit, put that blouse on right. Don't say a single word to anyone or you'll wish you had gotten expelled!"

She'd never said anything to anyone about that. And when a boy had finally talked her into going to the Senior Prom her first real date she'd been terrified that something would happen.

She'd been equally terrified nothing would happen. And when it turned out he was too nervous to even get an erection, it had soured her on sex for many years.

She'd thought she was too ugly, or her vagina was malformed or any of a dozen other things. Sex was for everyone else, but not her.

When Lynn had gotten a job as a secretary, she let her boss into her pants. She thought she had to if she wanted to keep her job. He had no more cared for her than she had for him. When they'd screwed, she had lain under him like a dead log letting him do whatever he wanted.

It wasn't very satisfying for either of them.

And he'd fired her the next week.

It was sometime before she could even bear the thought of another man touching her. But she'd fallen hard for her new boss. Tall, dark, wavy hair, he was a lady killer. She wanted nothing more than to have him love her with just half the intensity of love she felt for him.

They'd had an affair. Tempestuous and stormy, they'd finally broken up when she found he was also balling two other secretaries as well as her. The thought that it took two others to keep him sexually satisfied had destroyed her self confidence. She didn't have enough sex appeal to keep even one man happy.

She'd quit that job.

And Lynn's next had just recently ended when the company went bankrupt. With the economy in a slump and no one getting hired, she had been forced to take charity from her sister and her husband. The offer of free room and board was too good to pass up. She had only a little savings and that would have evaporated in the spiraling inflation.

As she walked aimlessly along the streets, Lynn blamed inability to get a job on refusing to put out. She was a good secretary, a damn good one.

But she refused to allow any of those bastards doing the interviewing to come on strong. Lynn wasn't going to repeat the last fiasco at sex. She had loved him, really loved him. And she wasn't good enough for him. That crippled her sexually. It hadn't been long after that she found she could get excited looking at pornographic movies.

It had been an almost accidental occurrence. A friend of Dan's was getting married and her brother-in-law had offered to throw a stag party for him. She'd accidentally seen one of the movies they were showing.

Their lewd comments and laughter turned her off, but the sight of the two on the bedsheet hung up for a screen, screwing their brains out, had turned her on. Lynn hadn't believed she could get so hot again.

That posed a dilemma. Did she go out looking for men? Hardly. She was too old for those singles bars. They were nothing but cheap whorehouses, all of them filled with pimps and prostitutes.

She was no whore.

There might have been the outlet of religion. She could have gone to church and found a nice man there. But that seemed hypocritical to her. The last time she'd been in a church was when she was eight years old. She didn't have the slightest idea how to conduct herself in one. And embarrassing herself would hardly win her a man.

Besides, they were all the same. All of them would take her love, a fragile bird, and crush it under their boot heel.

But the memory of the porno flick kept coming back to her. Watching the woman in the throes of ecstasy, even if it was simulated which she thought likely, gave her a brand new outlet. And the sight of the actor's erection certainly hadn't been faked.

She doubted if much was faked after a couple meat shots showing his cock driving hard and fast into the woman's wide-open pussy.

Lynn was faced with a problem. She couldn't go to the skin-flick theaters. Someone might see her. And good ladies would never be caught dead in such a placer. There was something absolutely filthy about even thinking of going to see two people fucking in a movie.

She shivered at the thought, uncertain whether it was, from revulsion or desire.

No, she couldn't go to the theaters to see the hard-core movies. She had found she could conjure up "Do-It-Yourself" hard-core scenes by peeping through opened windows. People were incredibly trusting, even in this day of high crime, about leaving windows and even curtains open.

Lynn had found any number of wide-open windows in the neighborhood. That it was a hot, sticky summer helped a lot. People didn't want to stifle inside their bedrooms. Especially married people. The feel of hot flesh pressed tightly against skin was certain to be uncomfortable if kept there all night long.

Ventilation was needed and that gave her all the opportunity she needed to become a voyeur.

When she discovered her own nephew was bringing girlfriends home to fuck, a new dimension had opened for her. Listening to them told her much of what the current generation thought about sex and other "with-it" topics.

She was appalled. So appalled, in fact, she had to return again and again to Carey's window to find out if he really meant all the things he said, if he really did alt the things he boasted of.

He did.

She couldn't understand the almost lascivious coupling with anything female. Her very own nephew seemed to enjoy it and it was obvious all the chicks did, too. None of them failed to cum three or four times. And one had been referred to as "Iceberg".

Lynn could sympathize with the girl. Blonde, aloof, she could picture herself in the same position. But she'd been really shocked when Carey not only sneaked her into the house one night, but had spent the entire night balling her.

She was no iceberg, not in her nephew's hands.

He'd started out easy, stripping her slowly of both clothes and inhibitions. Lynn watched in rapt fascination. By the time both were naked, she marveled at the girl's body. And Carey was sure to tell her the same, sounding as if he meant every word.

Lynn vaguely understood the boy may have meant what he was saying. He may have loved Sheryle as much as he had said over and over that night. One thing was clear. The boy had a way about him.

And Lynn watched every second of it.

By the time the polar blonde Sheryle had left, she'd last her virginity and cum twice. And she had been begging the boy for more. Lynn wasn't certain if the girl had ever returned or not. Carey had vaguely mentioned something once about her something about creating a Frankenstein's monster.

Aunt Lynn suspected her nephew had turned the girl an to sex so much, she was in demand with all the studs around the school.

She wished she could have had someone like Carey do that for her. But no, she'd lost her virginity to a horny old man. And her very first date couldn't even get it up. Her high school days were a long, never-ending ribbon of horrible memories for her.

Lynn looked up and found she'd wandered far from home. Unconsciously, her feet had taken the dirt road up to the cliff overlooking the city, a notorious lover's lane. She'd heard Carey whispering about it after he'd made love to Joanne.

"Isn't this better than fucking in the back of a car up on Roxbury Lane?" he'd said.

And Joanne had answered, "As long as you get buried rocks deep up my cunt, what do I care?"

The small snippet of conversation had repulsed Lynn, but not as much as her mention of Roxbury Lane to Dan one evening at the dinner table.

"I think it's perfectly terrible what goes on up there on Roxbury Lane," she asserted.

To her immense surprise, Dan had agreed. "Yeah there's even a conservationist group getting upset over it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, seems all the kids go up there every Saturday night and knock a piece off!"

He laughed long and loud at his crude joke. Lynn had actually found herself blushing.

Now, as she walked along the dirt road leading up the mountainside, she wondered what actually did go on up at the top of the mountain. There must be a decent view of the city. She didn't have to see it to know that. This was the highest point around town. After dark, the view would be spectacular.

Puffing from the exertion of the climb, she reached the top. The view was breath-taking. The city lights were like gems dropped from the hand of a drunken giant. Reds and greens and whites and yellows burned against the black velvet of the night.

But that wasn't all there was to see up on top of the mountain at the end of Roxbury Lane.

There were cars parked all over.

And not a single head could be seen in any of them.

Lynn wasn't sure what to do. Then, when she heard heavy breathing coming from the nearest car, she carefully sidled forward. On the front seat were two dark forms passionately locked in an embrace. From the way the person on the bottom was grunting and moving, it didn't take much imagination to guess what was going on.

Lynn doubted the girl was losing her virginity. Not from the way she was talking.

"Fuck me harder, damn you, you sonofabitch! I want to feel your prick deep in my cunt. Deeper, dammit!"

And the dark outline sprawled on top had grunted in response, his hips beginning to slam wetly down into the exposed crotch. Lynn could guess what it would be like. The boy's feet were pressed hard against the door for leverage. The girl was sliding slowly across the vinyl seatcovers.

There wasn't much way he could bury his cock in her without driving her head into the door of the car.

Fucking in an auto demanded more desperation than anything else.

She floated away, quiet as a ghost. The next car held a surprise for her. She almost bolted and ran when the domelight came on.

Hiding behind a tree, she was able to look into the now lighted car's interior and see fully everything that was going on. It shocked her.

A very pretty redhead vanished and went down the front of the boy's opened shirt. The saliva from her licking gleamed brightly in the light. Lynn moved a little and was able to look in the side window. It was as she expected.

The redhead was sucking the teenager off. The wet, slurping noises were ghastly, obscene. She shuddered, thinking about the taste of a man's cock in her mouth.

The way it would twitch and jerk with pleasure as she licked along it. The soft skin stiffening as she sucked harder and harder. Her cheeks would go hollow as the vacuum increased. The way it pressed against her lips was sensuous, told her of the man's passion for her.

She thought of it and felt a tingle surge into her body. To have a man's cock all for her own! To have it to fondle, stroke up and down, then stuff into her mouth.

First the purpled crown would disappear between her ruby lips. Then she would tease and torment the sensitive tip with her rough, wet tongue. Swirling and rolling around, she would make sure he was as strung out sexually as possible before sucking in another inch of his prick.

When that vanished into her mouth, she would compress her lips into a tight "O" and really suck. Maybe she'd use her tongue at the same time to run around the broad head so near. Maybe she'd just let his cockhead rest in the cradle of her tongue.

But when she sucked in the next inch of his prick, she'd use her teeth. Not to hurt but to stimulate. Dragging the hard white teeth along the sides of his already sensitive shaft would push his endurance to the limit. Her lips would soothe any hurt and her tongue would stroke and caress, letting him know how much she loved the taste of his cock.

When the rubbery tip bounced off the roof of her mouth, she'd swallow. There wouldn't be any problem taking all his cock down her throat. She could suck cock with the best of them. She'd be known as the best Goddamn cocksucker around.

Lynn shook herself out of her little fantasy when the voice of the boy in the car came drifting out to her, "Keep sucking, honey, I'm almost ready to cum!"

The redhead reared up and almost snarled, "Not yet, dammit! Not yet! I want more of your cock! More, do you hear!"

She dived back down to his lap and loud sucking noises filled the air again. The boy started moaning softly, his hands lacing through the strands of red hair fluttering all over his lap. He began guiding her head up and down in the motion he desired most.

Face fucking her. He was face fucking her, Lynn realized. What it would be like having a man's cock sailing in and out of her mouth?

She could taste the tiny drop of pre-cum bead at the pin-prick hole at the head. Her tongue would sweep that away. And the force on the back of her head would keep her head bouncing up and down, the cock sailing in and out of her mouth.

Lips pursed, she would take all he had to offer. He was big around, almost too big to get into her mouth. Jaw muscles aching, she sucked harder when she felt the telltale twitch of his prick.

She barely had time to get ready for the torrents of tasty cum blasting into her mouth. Salty, tangy, she savored every drop. Sucking harder, she wanted to milk him of every last gob of jism. She didn't want to leave anything trapped in the hairy sac of his balls.

Lynn shook her head and realized she was sucking on her own hand. The salt taste was sweat; she was perspiring heavily as she watched the redhead giving the stud in the car a blowiob.

How she envied that redheaded bitch!

But no self-respecting girl should be coming up here to give head. She should be ashamed of herself.

But when she sat up, cum dribbling down her chin, the look on her face was anything but shame. There was a contented look, the cat who'd eaten the canary smile. A pink tongue looped out and snared out of the droplets of jism trickling across her chin.

She sucked it into her mouth and smiled lewdly.

"Got any more where that came from?" she said. From the way she reached down, Lynn was sure she was massaging the boy's balls.

He smiled and kissed her. Lynn was totally revolted. The boy was obviously thrusting his tongue into her mouth in an attempt to get his own jism back. Their mouths were locked together for a long time until, panting, the girl broke it off.

"Wow, you're more of a tiger than I thought. And something else is beginning to roar, too." She glanced down at his lap.

Lynn was sure the teenager had a hard-on again.

She closed her eyes and leaned back against a tree, picturing what that hard-on would look like. The angry red cock would be dancing around in the circle of the girl's slender fingers, a purple crown impudently stuck on top. The big blue vein would be pulsing in lust. And his entire prick would be covered with saliva from the recent blowjob.

Lynn licked her lips, thinking how nice it would have been to get that prick for her very own. But she quickly pushed all thoughts of that from her mind. It was better watching such perverted things than actually doing them.

Still, her curiosity was getting the better of her. What other evil, dirty things might be going on? That redhead seemed to be a really foxy chick, one with nothing but sex on her mind.

Just as Lynn started out to get closer, a spotlight hit her. She threw up her hand, shielding her face and ran for the cover of the woods. A bull-throated war came from behind.

"Goddamit, don't let 'em get away! Took off in that direction."

She had almost been caught by the police. That would be the ultimate humiliation, having to go to court, face the charges of being a peeping-tom, being laughed and snickered at by everyone.

She caught sight of the angry cop several times, but fear added speed to her stride. Soon, Lynn managed to lose the policeman.

When she returned to the house, she was drenched in sweat, only some of which could be attributed to the strenuous exercise of running all the way back the rest was from nerves.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Now you take good care of the kid, Lynn. We're counting on you to see he eats his green beans." Dan Martin heaved the heavy suitcase into the trunk of the car and went back into the house for the other.

"Yes, you listen to your Aunt Lynn, Carey. You do everything she tells you or you'll get your cars boxed when I get back." Dolly lightly cuffed her son to let him know he really should obey his aunt within bounds.

"Aw, you don't have to tell me that, Mom," he said. "You know Aunt Lynn and me get along okay."

"Aunt Lynn and I," his mother unconsciously corrected. "Yes, I know you two seem to get along just fine. So," she said, turning to her sister, "take care and don't let this young hellion get by with murder too many times."

"Don't go contradicting any of my rules, Lynn. He knows when to get home. Make sure he obeys our rules not yours." She shrugged as if wondering how she could have ended up with such a sour-faced spinster as a younger sister.

"Have a good time," said Carey.

"Yes, do enjoy yourselves," added Lynn. "You bet we will!" said Dan, pinching his wife on the ass. Dolly squealed and swatted his hand away but didn't appear annoyed at all about it. If anything, she looked pleased.

Lynn never could understand her sister.

If a man, any man including a husband, had done that to her in public, she'd have slapped his face. But Dolly wasn't her and lived by a looser set of morals. Obviously.

Carey watched his mother and father drive off on their second honeymoon, then said to his aunt, "I've got to call a couple friends. May be on the phone for a while. Anyone you want to call before I get to rolling?" He knew there was no one his aunt really wanted to talk with. She had few friends, no boyfriend.

"No, go ahead, Carey. If I need the phone, I'll let you know."

"'Gotcha," he said, tearing off for the house.

Lynn watched him go and felt a pang of regret. It was a shame she hadn't known someone like him when she was in high school. She could remember all the girls he'd balled in his room all the ones she'd watched him balling. He was such a stud, had such a suave manner about him for a sixteen-year old kid.

She sighed aloud. To have taken Sheryle's place that night. The girl was virgin had been. When they were finished with their lovemaking, the girl had really gotten turned on to sex in a big way. Lynn wished a man had been gentle and loving and caring with her. Maybe she wouldn't have such an aversion to being touched, maybe she wouldn't have to get her kicks peering through windows at men and women while they were fucking.

And if pigs had wings they could fly.

She sighed again and headed for the house. Just at the window to the dining room, she heard Carey's voice came out loud and strong, "No problem, Joanne. I can get rid of Aunt Lynn anytime I want. When do you want to have the party here? It can be a real ripsnorter. I'm inviting all the gang."

A pause, Lynn listening intently, then, "Sure I'm inviting Diane. Isn't she just about the hottest chick around? Hah, you're jealous! I can tell. But look, as long as I'm with you, darling, don't worry. Not even a lovely, sexy, foxy chick like Diane could... the hell you say! So okay, I'll invite George for you. Deal? You can ogle his balls and I'll ogle Diane's knockers. And does she ever have a nice pair!"

Lynn tried to keep walking, not to eavesdrop. She couldn't do it. She had to listen to each and every word of that obscene conversation.

Still, her mind raced. So Carey wanted to get rid of her. For a big party. A party where there would no doubt be all sorts of incredible sexual promiscuity.

Just the thing she enjoyed watching.

Hating herself, yet secretly delighting in her cunning, she vowed to let him maneuver her away whenever he wanted. And she would promptly come straight back and watch. Oh, would she watch!

The idea of all the young bodies locked together in one giant orgy, fucking, groping, fondling, sucking, kissing, all that and more turned her on so much she felt her cunt begin to ooze at the thought.

She went in just as Carey was hanging up the phone. She said to him, "You aren't done already? I thought you teenagers were supposed to hang all over the phone for hours and hours."

"Nope. I hate the phone. I prefer talking to people in the flesh."

I just bet you do, she thought. She remembered the nights where he'd gotten the girls into his room for "talking" to them in the "flesh", in the raw flesh.

"So what are your plans?" she asked innocently.

"Not much." He paused for a moment, then said, "Look, Aunt Lynn, could you do me a big favor?"

Here it was. She said, "Sure, Carey, whatever you want."

"I know Mom and Dad wouldn't want me to take the cur for very long so could you go to Uncle Reese's and pick up my tennis racket and all the other stuff I left there a couple weeks ago?"

Reese was Dan's brother and lived a good fifty miles away. It would take her almost three hours going and coming back. But this was hardly long enough for a good party. She vowed to present Carey with tile chance for a real party.

"Look, I'd love to, Carey, but I was going over to Merilee's house. You know how it is with her. Sometimes she can talk my ear off. I hate just going and running. I usually like to spend the evening there. Why don't I get your tennis stuff this week sometime? I do so want to see Merilee tonight."

She didn't have to add this was Friday night. The expression on Carey's face told her this suited his plans just fine.

"All right. I'm in no big hurry, I guess," he said sounding far more nonchalant than she would have thought possible.

"Then it's settled. I'll leave after supper. And you don't really need expect me back before oh, one or two in the morning I hope that doesn't disturb you?" She almost laughed at the expression on the teenager's face. It didn't disturb him, it fit into his plans better than anything he could have concocted.

"See you tomorrow. Don't wait up for me," Lynn said, going out the door.

She hardly turned the corner when the gang started arriving. And in less than an hour their party was in full swing.

A lot of liquor had been consumed and most of the revelers had already paired off, heading for various parts of the house to get a little seclusion for their lovemaking.

Not a one heard or saw the ghost-like figure of Lynn drifting back along the fence. She was taking it all in, not missing a thing.

The two wrapped up in each other on the back lawn were a bit hard to figure out. She carefully studied the darkened figures until she caught the flash of white off an ass. Then she understood what was happening. The two were writhing around in the classic 69 position.

The snowy-white ass jutting up in the air belonged to the polar blonde, Sheryle. She had surfaced from her cocksucking just long enough for Lynn to get a good look at her. The wild, excited expression on her face seemed to highlight her beauty. If anything, she was even more gorgeous aroused than she had been that night when she'd lost her cherry.

Lynn couldn't take her eyes off the couple. In a way, she felt a kinship with the blonde. She wished she could have been like that lucky girl, getting cock and lots of it, since a man had cared enough to be gentle with her the first time.

The long pole of cock was sinking into the blonde's eager mouth. A loud sucking noise could be heard even over the blare of the record player inside. And the soft moan coming from the girl's throat told of things more exciting happening.

Lynn moved a little and saw the boy's face jammed all the way up into her snatch. He was lewdly slurping and lapping and licking along her sex gash. He wasn't missing a single inch of her box.

Lynn felt the familiar tinging in her own crotch. What it would be like to be over there, in Sheryle's place, blonde hair fluttering down over the boy's crotch, tickling his balls. And then taking his cock into her mouth and sucking, sucking hard!

The thought almost made it a reality for her. As she watched, it became more and more real.

To have the teenager's tongue struggling to ram far up her gooey cunt. She could feel the rough, wet tongue penetrating her body, swirling around against the slickened walls of her pussy. She was being tongue-fucked by him. Tremors raced through her body as the dual sensations registered on her brain.

A thick, throbbing cock in her mouth. An agile tongue wiggling its clever way into her twat. She would wiggle her ass a little and let him move his tongue all over her sex lips. They were wet now. Her inner juices were pouring out. He could lick them all up with ease.

But that wasn't enough. She wanted his tongue to move back, go to her asshole. To have the teenager's tongue reaming her asshole out would be a real thrill. She shuddered and sighed, long and deep. It was almost too much to bear, that tongue working all over her cunt.

Diddling her clit sent electric shocks into her body. It was enough to arch her back in reaction. But every time the tongue slithered up her love-juicy cunt was the real joy.

And sucking on his cock. It tasted salty. And there was a hardness at the end which...

Lynn blinked and realized what she was doing. One of her hands was busily working back and forth over her snatch and she was sucking hard at the thumb on her other hand.

She wasn't over there in the sexy blonde's place, getting her cunt eaten while she sucked off that well-hung stud. She was just watching.

Words came to her: "Dammit, Sheryle, you're so fuckin' hot I can't take any more! I want to fuck you, not eat you out!"

"You do, huh?"

With a lithe move that left only a blurred impression on her optic nerves, Lynn saw the teenager had spun completely around and was lying on her back, legs slowly, invitingly drifting apart.

"So come on, big boy. And I do mean big!" Sheryle held out her hands for her boyfriend and he quickly mounted her. It was obvious they were both hot and ready to fuck. The oral sex had assured that. But Lynn was amazed at the size of the cock. It looked as if it could rip a girl in two. Completely apart all the way to the chin, but what a way to go! She wouldn't mind swapping places with the blonde. Not to have a stud like that fucking her.

"Damn," he said. "I lost it. You're just too much for me. It'll be half an hour before I get it up again."

"So you're just going to leave me here, horny as hell?" complained the girl.

"Not hardly!" he said slipping down her body and burying his face once again between her slender legs. The girls thighs pressed close to his head as he began lapping and licking and sucking at her cunt.

Lynn watched in rapt fascination. He was eating her out good. It was just as she always imagined it would be. The boy's face vanished in the blonde fur of her bush. Every now and then his head would bounce up and down, showing that his tongue was working the entire length of her sex lips. It would be vacuuming up all her love juices. Every drop leaking from her tight-pressed pussy lips would be sucked up and swallowed with gusto.

The rough tongue would lave away all the hunger and hollow feeling as it drove far up into her cunt. And there, it drove hard against the pussy walls, soothing, stimulating, giving a full measure of mouth love to the girl.

She moaned softly. "More, stuff it all the way up! Tongue fuck me!"

A mumbled sound came from the boy's mouth. He was too busy with more tasty things than to worry about answering.

His tongue speared out and collided with the girl's clit. The tiny pink spire of erectile tissue was her most sensitive organ. And he played on that fact to bring her off.

The orgasm ripped through her body, making her completely rigid with the ice and iron grip of climax. As she gently floated down from her sexual high, she felt his tongue continuing to work against her most delicate places. All across her sex lips it stroked before driving far up her cunt. Not satisfied, his tongue left the clinging warmth of her cunt and traveled around the entire snatch.

The bristly hair prickled and tickled before becoming totally matted with spittle and cunt juice. That didn't stop his probing tongue. He found her sensitive asshole and crammed his tongue into it. Wiggling around, he completely controlled her.

She loved it, she loved every second of it.

Moving out of her asshole with a wet plop, he slid back to her clit, making sure he properly licked the entire length of sex slot. The clitoris was fully erect and ready for anything. When the teenager's tongue pressed firmly down on it, the throbbing of her heart could be felt.

"Oooooh, that's tremendous!" she moaned aloud. "Fucking tremendous, feeling your tongue moving all over me like that!"

Lynn silently echoed the words spoken by the blond. Her own hand was working busily all over her twat, feeling the juices flowing, the soft folds of her cunt. A finger stabbed into her cunt, wiggled around and then retreated.

"Yeah," she said softly, "It is fucking tremendous!" And then, shocked at her vulgar language, she blushed. It was ridiculous. There was no one to see her. Just the opposite, in fact. She could see everyone else engaged in such a wild variety of sexual perversions it was almost incomprehensible to her.

Yet... yet her eyes kept coming back to two teenagers lying on the grass, the boy eagerly slurping up the sauces gushing from the blonde's cunt.

It was so easy for Lynn to imagine herself the one lying there, legs spread wide enough to take the avidly licking face between her thighs. And the joy on the girl's face was obvious. Lynn knew what it must feel like.

A rough tongue, driving hard into her cunt, would only be part of it. The way he would start at the top of her pussy mound running his tongue in little circles, pulling up her pubic hair, would stimulate and excite. It would be almost as much a turn-on as having his tongue plying back and forth on her clit.

The little nubbin of flesh would be the most sensitive. She reached down and began fingering her clitoris. The electric volts hurtling into her belly seemed to make her glow. She felt more alive than she could ever remember.

The words drifting over to her from the impassioned couple spurred her on. Her fingers tweaked and massaged and caressed the slick little mound of flesh until he felt rubbery and weak in the legs. She had to prop herself against the fence as she heard the pale blonde moaning in ecstasy.

"Keep going! I love your tongue in me! You, oh, yessss! Yes! Stuff it all the way up my twat! I love it, I love it!"

The lewd sounds of the boy sucking and tonguing her gash came to Lynn. She knew it could be her over there. It would have been her if things had worked out differently.

Her fingers worked diligently on her clit, then back along her rigid-with-lust pussy flaps. The thick lips guarding her cunt were overly sensitive now. She was totally aroused. She wanted more than a finger up her cunt.

She had to have more than a mere tongue up her pussy, wiggling around, swirling against her slickened cunt walls.

She wanted cock.

It wasn't an easy thing for her to just ask for. She knew any of a dozen studs out there partying would be mere than ahppy to oblige her. But there was more to it than that. She had her psychological hangups to overcome.

Listening to the obvious enjoyment as the teenager ate out the blonde stirred her own passions even more. Looking, listening, spying those were the things that she got off on.

It wouldn't do to really have a man fucking her. It was so repulsive to her she shivered.

What bothered the woman was not knowing if the shiver came from dread or if it was something else. If that something else was a deep-seated need for sex, she simply couldn't go through with it.

Better to just watch.

But the blonde looked so lovely, her white legs moved to expose her pussy fur to the boy's questing tongue. The expression on her face was one of sheer bliss. She couldn't have been happier. The way her young, firm tits heaved up and down told as much of her arousal as anything else.

Lynn found herself envying the girl. She wished she and Sheryle could trade places. Just for a few minutes, just long enough so that she could get a little cock.

All of a sudden, it didn't seem like such a bad idea having a guy fuck her.

Her body was winning out against her carefully built up mental barricades.

CHAPTER FIVE

Sheryle's body arched and she made a choking noise that Lynn thought was probably orgasmic release. The way the teenager's body was shaking, there was little doubt as to the feelings echoing trough it.

Lynn envied the blonde even more. To have the release of climax given by a man that was a gift almost greater than anything she could imagine existing for her.

She started fingering herself faster and faster. She pressed down firmly on her clit. The little organ was pulsing with life. She knew it was suppressed lust. It didn't matter. She could release it. Just like she'd done in the past, it could be done.

Maybe not as satisfying as Sheryle's cum, but it would be better than nothing.

Lynn let her mind cast out again and she fantasized herself into the blonde's position. Legs still split wide, pussy exposed, the toy's face moving up and down her sex gash, she was humming in joy. The feelings washing through her body were getting better.

The pressure of sexual desire in her body mounted with alarming speed. To have that tongue sweep back and forth then plunge into her cunt. And once there, it would spin around and around like some berserk tornado of lust.

She fingered her clit and started pressing hard against her pussy lips. A middle finger stabbed into her cunt. No man's tongue, but better than nothing. And the sight of the blonde still enjoying her boyfriend's cunnilingual arts heightened her sensation.

She came.

Weakened to the point she could no longer stand, Lynn collapsed behind the fence and sat there for several minutes. When her breathing returned to normal, she found she could get her legs under her and stand. Wobbly still, but she could get a good picture of what was happening in her nephew's wild party.

Several couples had moved closer. One stud's ass was up in the air and he was pumping hard into his girlfriend's cunt. Each time he went down, there was a wet plopping noise as he plugged her fully with his cock. She had long since been reduced to moaning wordless encouragements.

Lynn watched them fucking for a few minutes. It amazed her the vitality these boys showed. They were so much better than the kids when she'd gone, to high school.

But then, they should be. They obviously got a hell of a lot more practice at it.

When the girl came, she shrieked, "Fuck me, fuck meeee!"

The boy's cum was quieter. He grunted and his hips exploded in a wild frenzy of fucking. Lynn didn't believe it was possible for him to control himself. He surely would slip out of her manhole. He not only didn't, he got his girl off again while he was still spewing his jism into her eagerly awaiting cunt.

As they collapsed into an impassioned embrace, Lynn was able to see his cock wilt and limply dribble out of her clutching pussy. A thin river of jizz and cunt juice followed and puddled on the pound beneath them. It was obviously the last thing either cared about at the moment.

The girl said, "That was super! When?"

"When again?"

"Yeah. I want more of that fantastic cock of yours."

"It could be quite a while. That pussy of yours really took it out of me. It could be quite a while, that is, unless..."

"Unless what?" she urged.

"Unless you decide to go down on me and do a little creative sucking. I hear it does wonders for getting a guy hard as a rock."

Without anything more than a tiny giggle, the girl slithered down his body like a boa constrictor going down a tree and took his flaccid cock into her mouth. She was hungrily sucking and slurping.

Lynn watched for a moment and then quietly moved on. No matter how good the girl was at giving head, it would take ten minutes or longer before even a lusty pussy-pleaser was a rigid fucking tool again.

Less than ten feet away perhaps closer she found where Sheryle and her boyfriend had moved to. The blonde still radiated sex like, the sun sends out heat. And it was obvious she was still in heat she wanted the cock she'd been denied by the teenager's premature ejaculation.

"Go on, it's okay. And I want you to do it!" she was pleading.

Lynn couldn't believe she was hearing this. The blonde was actually begging the teenager to stick it to her? There had to be more to it than that. The stud had been more than willing to fuck her earlier when he'd shot off too soon.

And there hadn't been any hesitation at all on his part to eat her out or have her suck on his cock.

Lynn found out what the problem was.

"I don't know, Sheryle. I... I never took a chick up the ass before. It seems so kinky."

"Yes," she purred like contented kitten. "I know. That's what makes it no niice!"

The boy's resistance melted as his cock hardened. He was ogling the bare white ass in front of him. Sure, to fuck her in the usual way would be really something. He could get into that in a big way.

But up the ass?

This was a brand new game for him and apparently for her, too. It did seem sort of perverted cornholing a chick. But with Sheryle? As long as he could get his cock into her, he was sure it would be dynamite. Real dynamite!

"Do you really want me to shove my prick up your ass?" His voice was trembly, unsure.

"Yes!"

"Well, okay. But you're going to have to help me. I... I never did it before."

"Neither have I! Won't this be absolutely delicious! You'll have me up the ass for the very first time! A virgin asshole!"

The boy swallowed hard and tried to concentrate. The sight of the young girl's behind turning around and being shoved toward him made him want to lose it again.

But he refrained from blasting off. This time he'd go through with it. There wasn't anything in the world he wanted more than to fuck Sheryle. The sexy blonde put out for everyone; she was a Goddamn nympho. And to satisfy her would be quite an accomplishment.

She was down on her hands and knees, ass waving in the air. She called back over her shoulder, "Come on up close on your knees. And I think you can figure out what to do from there!"

Lynn was watching. This was intriguing. She'd never seen a chick get it up the back before. She was unconsciously breathing faster at the sight. The bare bottom was perfectly for me. No blemishes she could see, silky smooth skin, absolutely inviting to the boy. And the teenager approaching that tempting target had one of the biggest erections the woman had ever seen.

He wasn't hung like a stallion; he was hung like a stud bull. Most of the guys running around waving their cocks in their hands were sporting six or seven inches. This boner was at least nine inches long. At least that and maybe even more.

"Ready, babe?"

"Sure!" came the quick reply. "This is wonderful!" She wiggled her ass back and forth to emphasize exactly how wonderful the idea of having her butt fucked was.

He bent forward and his cock slid between the thick, smooth slabs of her assflesh. They both sucked in their breath in reaction. The watching women knew this was just the beginning. There would be a lot more to come. And she'd be there, waiting for it to come down.

The teenager muttered, "I can't find your asshole!"

"Don't stuff it in there yet. In my cunt. Take me like... like a bitch in heat! Ram it in hard and deep. Fuck me until your cock is really well greased. Then stuff it into my ass."

"Okay. Just guide me in, huh?"

He grunted as he felt her slender, warm fingers encircle his cock and pull it toward her dangling cunt. The sex lips parted and suddenly he was plunging far up into her cunt. He was last in a wonderland such as he had only imagined.

The other chicks he'd fucked seemed like sewer pipes in comparison to his hat blonde. Her cunt was light, almost virgin-tight. But the way she was twitching and moving the walls of her pussy along his hidden length quickly told him he wasn't the first ever to fuck her not by a long shot, he wasn't.

"Darn but you're so hot! Like a fuckin' blast furnace!"

"And you're big," she said, her quiet voice shuddering with emotion.

"Lemme give you a hint of how big I am!"

He began a slow, even-paced fucking. His hips came back, then he poised, his purpled glans resting just inside her pussy lips, before ramming once more into her belly. Over and over he gently fucked her, filling her with his mighty cock, stretching her impossibly tight hole until he wanted to scream.

If the sensations of having him ram into her from the back excited the boy, they were driving the blonde wild with lust. She desired his cock more than anything else in the world. Knowing his size was one thing, feeling that monster prick inside her was another.

He was pulling her apart every time he fucked into her twat. The walls of her softly folded pussy stretched to take his huge girth. Not only was he long, he was thick. She loved it, she loved every inch of his herculean prick.

When he came closer, his hairy thighs rubbed against her smooth butt. This prickly feeling turned her on as much as the stiff length of cock in her cunt, fucking her, pulling her apart, giving her one hell of a fine sexual thrill.

"Keep going, man, keep it up!" she cried.

"I'll keep it up as long as I can," he gasped. "But you make it hard, Goddamn hard!"

"I hope I make it hard," she said. "It would be insulting if I made it any other way until afterwards!"

He had nothing to say to that. He was totally wrapped up in the velvety clutch of her cunt. The slickened walls seemed to grip him softly, gently, yet with great love. It was an effort pulling out of her tight cunt every time he was completely buried.

But pull out he did. He had to if he wanted to fuck into her tight pussy again. Over and over, he slammed hard against her cushiony ass. He felt his balls wetly slap against her snatch. The sensations building up in his balls were like those of a boiler.

The slightest movement and he'd lose his wad. He'd blow it like he was some kid knocking off his first piece of ass.

Ass.

The word seared into his brain, electric.

He had started out to fuck the blonde's asshole.

And here he was, really getting off on taking her like a dog. Fucking her doggy-style was peat, but the thought of bugering her had been chewing away at the edges of his mind.

He suddenly decided this was great, but it would be even greater up her virgin asshole.

With a lewd smucking noise, he pulled free from her curd.

"Hey, what're you doing? I want..."

"You wanted me to greek you. And that's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna butt fuck you until you're begging me for more!"

"So do it!" she cried, obviously eager.

Lynn was watching as the boy took his well-greased prick in hand and began spreading those luscious asscheeks with it. Using his prick like a pole, probing into the depths of the humid canyon between the meaty slabs, he suddenly cried out, "There it is!"

"So fuck it, damn you!"

Lynn shivered. She'd never get used to such a lowly girl mouthing vile words like that. It went against everything she'd been taught was right, proper. Yet, she couldn't deny feeling a certain excitement building in her loins.

She was as anxious for the teenager to bugger the blonde as they were.

Watching something unique in her experience turned her on more than she would have suspected. She'd heard about all the different cultures, sure. But they were remote from her life. French culture and water sports and Greek culture.

She was watching a teenager with one of the hugest cocks she'd ever seen getting ready to bugger one of the loveliest young girls she'd ever spied on.

A thrill of ecstasy rippled through her body as she anticipated every move on their part.

"Yes, oh God, yes, there! That's it, my asshole! Cram it in, quick! Before I lose my mind!"

"So you really want me to fuck you up the ass, huh?" the boy said. His voice was husky with sex. It no longer mattered to him what the once glacial blonde wanted. He wanted to fuck her tightest passage.

That was all that counted.

He positioned his well-lubricated cock head against the puckered anus. With the heavy mountains of assflesh on each side of his dick, he knew the terrain well now. But the anal sphincter refused to open up for him.

Pressing a little harder, the tight-assed little muscle refused to yield. He knew better than to use the full force of his hips to ram all the way up her spine. With a cock like this, he could permanently injure her. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

The first was to get one hell of a buttfucking out of this one they both enjoyed the hell out of.

"Relax, babe, relax! I'm not that big!"

"But you are! It feels like a Goddamn telephone pole coming in back there." But she consciously tried to relax, to make her anus give up the fight.

He felt her efforts immediately. The little muscle expanded slightly. Not much, but enough. He pushed forward with a steady pressure and softly entered her asshole.

He gulped, then whimpered a little. It felt as if his cock was caught in a hangman's noose. The tight little "O" ring of her asshole was still reluctant to let any invader up her back passage.

He was greased with her cunt juices. That was what let him shove a bit farther up her rectum and take a bit of the pressure off his glans. Then, suddenly, the anus relaxed totally and he surged all the way up her ass.

He was completely surrounded by a glove-tight sheath of female flesh. And it wasn't merely fight, it was tight and fuming hot. Her insides seething like a lava pit. Sure he was going to be burned to a charred nubbin, he began puffing out.

As he did, the blonde squealed in joy. It had hurt as he raced up her back. She was sure he was tearing her delicate tissues from her body. But as he was retreating, the vacuum formed was incredibly erotic. It felt as if he were pulling her guts out with his piston of cock.

"Atta boy! Fuck my ass good!" she called.

Lynn, watching, could see the sheen of sweat on the boy's forehead. He was really strung out sexually, buttfucking the girl. She guessed what he might be going through. It had to be a tight fit up her shit chute. There wasn't the usual worn or reaming done there as up her cunt.

The woman was totally enraptured watching the buttfucking. It excited her as much as the two teenagers.

The guy had pulled almost all the way out. His long rod was suddenly cold, exposed to the night air. It had been in the warmest, tightest female cavity he'd ever found. And he wanted it back there as fast as he could get it there.

He slammed forward, his thighs pounding hard against her butt.

The impact was made all the harder because the blonde heaved her hips back to meet his forward thrust. She wanted him drilling as far up her rectum as he could get. The feel of that mighty prick spreading her apart inside was the biggest thrill she'd ever experienced.

Ever since she'd been turned on to sex, she found it was better than dope, booze or anything else. She needed sex like a junkie needed heroin. And her high was all the more satisfying.

"Fuck me harder! Harder, harder!" she demanded.

"Coming in like a freight train on the tracks!"

And he began fucking her upturned ass with all the pentup emotions in his young body. He was totally lost in the carnal sensations assaulting his body. His balls had tightened down into a sphere. The pressure cooker containing his jism was on high heat now. He was going to blast apart at any instant.

He didn't care. His cook was hot. He could feel the incredible friction between his prick and the walls of her asshole. The tight little anal muscle insisted on squeezing him to death.

With a low moan, he began spewing his spunk into her bowels. He couldn't believe the way her ass gripped him with an almost paralyzing intensity. But he wasn't complaining!

Far from it. This was the most spectacular lovemaking he had ever engaged in. His entire length burned with erotic fury. His balls were the center of a carnal heat that burned brightly throughout his body as he continued to fountain out his cum.

The instant the hot flood gushed into her asshole, the blonde screamed out in ecstasy. "YESSS! IUnggghhh! So great! Your cock, it... it's so biiiig!"

Then everything went to pieces around him. Arms turning to rubber, she collapsed forward and rested her forehead on her crossed arms. She was aware of nothing except the powerful strokes in and out of her ass and the add-like searing along all her nerves. Her spine arched and straightened in fraction to her orgasm.

This was everything she'd imagined it to be and more!

She felt the teenager's cock turn limp. With a tightening of her muscles, she squirted his prick from her anus.

"That was fine, man, really great! Just marvy!"

"Yeah," he gasped, unable to say anything else. It had been great. To just make it with Sheryle was a dream come true for him. The polar beauty of the girl was almost legendary around school as was her insatiable sex drive.

He'd not only done something with her she had never tried before, they had both gotten off in a big way on it. He was feeling like a really big-time stud.

Lynn watched in amazement as the two pumped wildly at each other, then collapsed, into sexual exhaustion. But she could tell by the heated look about the girl's eyes, the way her tits heaved up and down, that she wouldn't stay satisfied for lung. Even getting that incredibly long cock fucking her, she would want more soon.

The woman thought the buggering was absolutely depraved. But, again, there was a touch of envy in her. She tried to fight it down. It wasn't right that she should feel this way, yet she did. Lynn would have given anything to have traded places with Sheryle.

CHAPTER SIX

The teenaged couple just sat on the grass for a while, talking in voices too low for the woman to hear. She so wished she could hear what they were saying to each other.

What was it like to be fucked up the rear? Was it as exciting as it looked? Both the blonde girl and her boyfriend had obviously loved it. Depraved and perverted as it was, Lynn wanted to know every single thing about it.

Including what they were telling each other. They might be discussing the ways their bodies meshed and became one at the instant of orgasm.

Was there some electric-sexual flow between them that transcended mere fucking? Lynn's desire to know knew no bounds.

As she edged closer, she stumbled and tell.

An agonized grunt was all she heard. Hastening to her feet, she found a slightly drunken teenager already in front of her. He'd passed out and she had fallen over him in the dark.

"Hi, sweetie, how's it goin'?" he asked, sluring his words a little.

"Uh, fine, fine. Just going back in." Her mind raced but she couldn't think of the proper words to say to get rid of him. What would it take to get him to leave her alone? She mustn't be caught out here. Carey would know in an instant what she was doing.

He wouldn't turn her in to the police. But the shame of it, her own nephew knowing her secret! It was too much to bear. She had to get rid of this drunken boy as quickly as possible.

"Are you going back to the house?" she asked, hoping he was. If so, she could leave and he'd be none the wiser.

"Huh? Hell, no. I came out here lookin' for some fun. You willin' to have at it?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Wanna fuck? You know, my cock into your nice little pussy? Or are you partial to suckin' cock? I wouldn't mind that at all, you sucking on my prick a little."

Conflicting urges collided in Lynn's body. Her brain told her to run, to get away from her. But her body was giving her, an entirely different message. It was saying: Stay. Do what he wants. You'll enjoy it.

But to actually suck on his cock? The idea repulsed her totally. She couldn't possibly do anything like that.

"Look, I don't wanna make no fuss but if you're not gonna put out, I have to go back and tell all of 'em that you not playin' fair, you know?"

She didn't dare let the youth go back into the house and tell anyone she was out here. Right now he just thought she was another one of the party guests. That, all by itself, was a compliment.

Lynn was thirty-five ands looked much older. True, the teenager was drunk, but still he thought she was one of the gang. That she was just like the rest of the promiscuous whores who'd open their legs to any cock.

The conflict raged in her head. She couldn't let him go back to the house if he was going to broadcast her presence. But the alternative didn't appear too attractive to her.

Or did it?

Her body was reminding her of the emptiness between her legs. There was no denying the sexual desire running wild in her body, all stirred up by the sight of Sheryle getting her rear end properly fucked by a huge cock.

She was getting sticky in the snatch just thinking about that. And hadn't she wondered what it would be like having a big cock between her lips, to suck on a prick until it erupted its white goo?

"Well, baby, what's it gonna be?"

In way of answer, she dropped down to her knees in the shadow and reached out, her hands fumbling at his fly. She found the zipper already run down the track. Her agile fingers wormed inside his jockey shorts until she discovered the sleeping penis.

It felt like a limp worm. Something not quite right. But she could change that just like Sheryle had done with that monster cock when she was sucking and getting eaten out.

"Is this what you want me to suck on?" she asked.

"Hell, yes. What else is there?"

"Just checking. It's so... floppy. Can't you work a little and stiffen it up for me?"

"You can do it if you suck enough. Been drinkin' too much. Doin' all sorts of goofy things to my cock. Hardly kept it up at times when I had a few too many. But you can get it up for me, huh?"

She cradled his balls. It had been so long since she'd been this close to a man's cock and balls. She barely knew what to do, how to handle them.

Then instinct took over. She began kissing the limp prick. Gently at first, starting at the very tip of the small organ, she worked her way along its length until she could burrow her nose into his bush. There, she wiggled her nose. This seemed to please him, because he sighed and shifted his body closer to her.

"Yeah, baby, that's it. Lemme have all that mouth of yours you can spare."

She let her tongue slip out and around the base of his balls. The flesh seemed to tingle as she touched it. Tiny goosebumps appeared and rubbed rough and fine against her tongue. This excited her more than she would have thought possible.

She was actually turning this teenager on! Her, a thirty-five year old woman with little sexual experience was giving a hard-on to a stud who must have balled most of the chicks in his school.

This gave her heart. She used her tongue with greater efficiency then. She dragged it over his balls until she could feel them lurching in the tiny pouch of flesh. She continued massaging and playing with them until the sac contracted into a hard little sphere.

By this time, his cock was jerking erect. She started working from the base of his balls all the way to the glans. Her tongue didn't miss a single square inch of skin as she kissed and licked down the length.

When she got to the acorn-sized knob at the end of his prick, he was completely rigid. His cock pulsed slightly, dancing with the excited beat of his heart.

"You like it?" she asked.

"Goddamn right I do, baby. Your mouth is givin' me the fits! I can barely keep my cum in! Keep suckin'!"

She did.

The words shocked her. But they were also a stimulus. She was actually getting the youth to say those horrible things to her just like, she was one of the loose women at the party.

He thought she was far more experienced than she was!

That thought alone spurred her to even greater efforts. She simply didn't know what all she could do so she winged it. Her mouth wrapped itself around the tube of his cock easily. That seemed right. She licked as she engulfed his prick with her mouth and teeth. Biting down gently, she began worrying his cock with her teeth.

This seemed the right thing to do. He moaned loudly and said, in a husky voice, "Wow! I feel lightning shootin' all through my cock! You're the best mouth around, baby! I don't ever want anyone else suckin' on my prick again! You're doin' a job on me!"

Her tongue tried to erase the red streaks her teeth had left. Up and dawn the dancing length of prick she went, her mouth never resting. At the end of the steely length, she took the purpled glans into her mouth and ran her tongue around it a few times. She wasn't sure this was the proper thing to do but she'd seen other women do it.

The results were more than she could have hoped for.

He began driving his hips forward, trying to fuck her face.

"You're drivin' me wild! Absolutely wild! Lemme fuck your sweet face for you!"

The words thrilled her to the core of her being. Never had any man gotten so aroused over what she was doing. Most of them had wanted to do things to her, awful things, things she can barely tolerate. But this was different. This teenager was actually appreciating what she could do for him.

He wanted more. He was telling her so!

She sucked harder.

His cock was pulsating in her mouth like it had a life of its own. Her tongue rimmed the broad head until the boy was panting in exertion. She tasted the bitter little drop of his pre-cum fluid and knew he must be at the limit of his control.

She was bringing him off with nothing more than her mouth!

All the hours she'd spent watching others making love were proving to be good for her. She was feeling more confident now. This wasn't so bad, feeling her lips spread wide apart from the man's cock, feeling it working back and forth in her mouth. Her tongue slithered around a rubbery tip and excited both of them.

The tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his cock intrigued her. She tried stuffing her tongue down it. She failed. It was bound to fail but it thrilled both of them.

She realized then this was where it was at. Anything that felt good, do it!

She started sucking harder and harder on his cock. She was getting greedy. All of it had to get into her mouth or she wouldn't be happy. It was a long cock, too long for her.

As it bounced off the roof of her mouth and began down her throat, she knew then she couldn't handle it. She was no Linda Lovelace. She had no experience in eating an entire cock.

She gagged.

"Whats a matter, baby? Too big for you?" He was gloating. She was suddenly furious. She wanted to tell him what he could do with his huge cock.

And then she reconsidered. What was a little lie? It would make the boy feel good and would cover up her own inexperience.

"I never tried taking one that big," she said, truthfully. And she hadn't. Never had she tried eating cock before. Giving head was one of those things she watched and wondered about.

"No foolin'," he said. "You're a real cocksucker, you know that. I like it, I like it a whole goddamn lot!"

She decided the best answer was action. She took his cock back into her mouth and sent her tongue spinning around the very tip. The most sensitive portion was the triangular flap of skin dangling underneath the cleft head.

That she gave special attention to.

It worked. He forgot all about what he was saying. His hand rested on the back of her head and he began pushing her face toward his crotch. She let him.

There wasn't any reason she shouldn't go along with him. This was an experiment with her, an experiment in sex. And she was actually enjoying the hell out of it!

All those hours spent peering through windows, listening and watching and wondering what it was like, and now she knew. First hand. The cock was splitting her lips wide apart and smiling back and forth. He was just starting to get into face-fucking her.

And she loved it!

She wanted more. Her teeth lightly scored the sides of his cock as she went dawn the length. Her hard white teeth sent tremors earthquaking all through the youth's body. With her hands positioned on his ass for support, she knew how badly he was shaking.

It wasn't just from the booze. It was her mouth working on his prick. She knew it. Every time her tongue would lazily loop around the rim of his crowned cock, he would shiver just a little more. It was as if he was being seized by an erotic palsy.

She kept up the tempo of the face-fucking. The feel of the meaty cock slipping back and forth between her lips was making her hotter and hotter. She was just on the point of getting the cock out of her mouth and asking if he'd like to fuck her up the cunt when his prick exploded.

One second, she felt the arrowheaded cock begin to expand. Excited blood pounded fiercely into his prick. Then thick white cream was spewing out and down her throat.

She choked once, then was able to swallow each and every spurt that followed.

She was surprised that she enjoyed the taste of cum so much. It had always been a source of amazement to her how women could swallow all that horrid gunk and actually smile afterwards, licking their lips, as if they enjoyed the cock blasting the jizz into their mouths.

Lynn enjoyed.

She sucked harder until the cock began to melt like an icicle in the sun. She was disappointed. It couldn't be over yet. This was just the beginning. There was so much more she wanted to do and so little time to do it.

No matter she had waited thirty-five years to even begin to explore the joys of sex, she wanted it all now!

"Hey, stop!" she cried, uselessly. The cock fell from her lips, as limp as she'd found it originally.

"Good cocksucker, baby. Real good," he said, slipping to the ground. Back propped against the fence, he began to snore.

Lynn looked at him, angry. He couldn't go to sleep on her! Not after she'd just give him the best head ever!

He wasn't any different than any of the other men she'd ever had. It was an affront. She was mortally insulted.

Why, oh why couldn't he be like her nephew? Carey wouldn't do a thing like this to her. Carey was a real ladies' man. He knew how to please a woman. Just like she was learning to please a man. Maybe she could go find her nephew and... and what?

The thoughts jumbled in her brain. She didn't know exactly what she wanted to do. It simply wasn't good enough any more for her to watch the others getting it on. The young couples, all fucking their brains out, were fun to watch. Some of them may have actually gotten off on the idea of someone watching them in their amorous activities.

But she'd passed the point of no return. The sensuous feel of the boy's cock between her lips had ignited hidden desires in her body. She had found out what she'd been missing.

Lynn wanted more.

And she knew where to get it. The party was still in full swing and who would notice one guest extra?

She would crash the party and then... then? Lynn would have to decide.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Lynn's courage almost failed her when she climbed over the fence and dropped into the back yard. The only real noise came from the stereo blaring away inside the house. The sounds out in the backyard were more subdued, more erotic.

She could hear gentle moans and occasional screams of sheer delight as someone climaxed. The bodies scattered around made the entire yard look like some battle zone. But it wasn't just any battle, not with so much sucking and fucking going on.

The woman reminded herself these were all veterans of the sexual revolution. These teenagers weren't marching to the same drummer her generation had. They considered sex something to do to spend the time. Maybe they would go to a movie, maybe they'd fuck. It was all the saint to them.

The decline in morals bothered her, but she was beginning to understand how it could happen. Sex wasn't as bad as she'd thought, not if they were all getting good, hard cock to suck on.

But having that ugly fuck stick rammed between her legs and all the way up her twat, that was something else. Her memories of the times she had gotten laid weren't very good. Like a dead body, she'd allowed most of the men to screw her. A corpse getting fucked was the only way she could think of most of it.

But whose fault was that? Wasn't she responsible? Couldn't she had just enjoyed the pure sexual, physical side of it a little more? There didn't have to be a deep emotional commitment. These teenagers proved that. They flitted like sexual butterflies from one partner to the next.

None of them seemed to mind the lack of roots, not as long as they were getting their kicks.

She stopped in the shadow of the house and watched a couple balling. The girl's back was pressed hard against the wall of the house. Her legs were wrapped around the boy's waist and he was pumping into her with all the vigor and vitality that only a teenager could bring to fucking.

The picture in front of her was lewd, obscene and she felt her snatch beginning to grow hotter and hotter as she watched. It was disgusting the way just catching two people making love could get her turned on so much.

The idea of sneaking around peeking into people's bedroom windows sounded so sick to her. Sick it may have been but she enjoyed it immensely. And it had been educational. If she hadn't seen a lot of women sucking on their men's cocks, could she have, done so well with the drunken kid out back?

She doubted it.

The voices of the two pressed hard against the house came to her.

"Deeper, oh sweet Jesus, I want that prick of yours all the way up my cunt!"

"Honey, I'll let you have it so hard, it'll come out your mouth!"

"Good! Then I can suck on it, too! But I want it in me! Oh, that hugs cock of yours is soooo goooood!"

The moans were almost lost amid the sounds of their young bodies smashing together. The woman thought it was enough to knock their teeth loose but neither seemed to mind. Quite the contrary. She watched as a huge cock pulled out of the juicy cunt and then disappeared back into it.

The pussy lips parted pinkly, then clamped down around the length going into the cunt. It all seemed so natural. What could be more normal than a lusty cock being driven with fierceness up a girl's young, clinging cunt?

She really couldn't think of an answer to her own question.

Watching the couple as they both came firmed her resolve. Her cunt felt empty, deprived. She wanted something in it. A cock, perhaps. But the woman noticed something else. The hunger wasn't strictly in her pussy. It was also in her asshole.

That thrilled her.

Watching Sheryle get it up the rear for the first time had given her the idea it might not be such a bad way of fucking. Assfucking could be a lot more fun than the usual ways. Those she thought she knew about and didn't much care for.

But having a man cram his prick all the way up her rectum and then giving her a sexy enema with his cum, now that was something she would certainly love to try!

The only problem was who to ask. All the men were occupied. In one case, two of them were pumping simultaneously into one chick. They'd made a sexy sandwich of her. One was filling her cunt while the other fucked her up the ass.

It looked exciting, exciting enough that she might want to try it. But Lynn only sighed and rubbed up against a tree. Her ass seemed prickly, begging for more than the rough bark of a tree against it. She thought of hairy thighs pressing firmly into her ass as a cock searched for and found her asshole.

Then that cock driving hard up into her bowels. Fucking her, giving her the pleasure she'd never found in other forms of lovemaking.

That was her goal.

Sucking the teenager off had been fun but it had also ended too fast. She knew so little about men and the way they reacted, she wasn't sure if all of them would cum that fast or not. She hoped she'd just gotten an inexperienced kid. Or maybe it was like he said, that alcohol robbed him of his control.

It would be a shame if she could go through his entire party, suck on each and every cock, and exhaust all of them.

She entered the side door and stepped over a couple quietly engaged in eating each other out. She knew then why this form of intercourse was identified by the number 69. The two eating each other out so avidly did resemble a six and a nine wrapped together.

The thought amused her and she didn't know why. Perhaps it was that she was able to observe firsthand what was happening. No window peeping was necessary here. She could walk right up and none of them would ever know the difference or care.

The living room was almost deserted. Withy the back yard, dark and relatively secluded, she could understand why. Most of the kids would be outside trying for a little privacy very little.

About the only ones in the room were Carey and his girlfriend, Joanne. And there was no doubt what they were doing. Lynn could see the boy's ass up in the air waggling around, then sailing forward.

As their bodies collided, each would make a tiny animal grunt. She knew his long cock was fucking directly into the girl's tight cunt. Idly, as if it mattered, she wondered if Joanne's pussy was as small as Carey claimed it was.

She walked over and sat down in a chair, watching them. The way his body moved fascinated her. This was the first time she could remember ever seeing him in a good light while he was fucking. The other times, she'd been spying on him trough the bedroom window.

All of a sudden, the look of rapture on Joanne's face became one of stark terror.

"Oh, my God!" she cried.

Carey brake the rhythm of his fucking. Still looking down into the face of his girlfriend, he asked, "What's wrong, darling? Something I do?"

Joanne's eyes never left Lynn. The woman continued to look back, unblinking. She... was enjoying this. It was interesting seeing the reactions of the two as they were caught.

Carey looked back over his shoulder and blanched. He turned absolutely white and stuttered out, "A-aunt L-lynn! What are you doing back so soon? You're supposed to be at Merilee's all night."

"Oh, I just came back to see what sort of a party you'd be throwing. I'm not stupid. I knew something would be going on behind my back."

At the words "behind my back" she guiltily thought how nice it would be to have her ass fucked. To actually be buggered it was a dream.

"What are you going to do?" The teenager rolled off Joanne and the girl hastily closed her legs, although that couldn't possibly hide the nakedness of her body.

Lynn studied Carey for a moment. His erection was wilting like an unwatered flower. It was a pity. He had such a nice-looking cock when it was stiff.

"I was thinking about joining in," she simply said.

"What?" Both Joanne and Carey said at the same instant.

"I was, uh, watching out back and thought this looked like, well, it looked like fun. More fun than I've had in a long time."

"You want me to find someone for you?" His voice still carried his incredulity. He simply couldn't believe his prudish aunt wanted to join in this orgy. It was so totally unlike her, he suspected some sort of a trap.

"No, I don't want you to go around and find anyone for me."

"What do you want?" he said suspiciously.

"You."

"Wait a minute," Joanne broke in. "You want to ball your own nephew? Hey, wow! Now that's kinky! Can I watch, huh, Carey, can I?"

Lynn laughed at the girl's earnestness. Then, as she sobered, she realized Joanne was serious, dead serious. She really wanted to watch as Carey fucked his own aunt.

Carey turned even whiter.

"Oh, go on, Carey. She's asking you!" urged Joanne. "This is going to be fun!"

"I... I can't!" came his choked reply.

"Sure you can. You were fucking me. Just because she's your aunt shouldn't matter. Just take your cock and ram it into the appropriate hole."

"No," he said, looking down at his crotch. "Limp. I... I can't get it up."

Lynn and Joanne exchanged looks and immediate non-verbal communication flowed between them. There was an element of sexual response, sexual desire, wrapped up in it. Both were immediately drawn to the other.

Lynn was completely shocked that she could want another woman. Rut what a woman! Joanne wasn't any run-of-the-mill chick. She had a fine body and displayed it proudly.

The young, firm tits were high placed on her chest. The nipples were a bright cherry red, impudently thrusting upward at the ceiling. And the knockers were only a small portion of the package. A trim waist, deep navel and absolutely enticing bush was about as far as Lynn got with her examination.

There, at the furry little triangle nestled between the girl's thighs, was where she was drawn.

What would it be like to eat out another woman? Kinky, perverted even, but really, what was it like? Lesbianism was something Lynn had only heard about. She didn't think she could ever allow herself to fall into the rut of loving only another woman she got off too much on seeing men and women balling.

But to try it. Just once...

Why not?

Without a word, she began stripping off her out-moded clothing. In a few seconds, Joanne seemed to get the message and lithely flowed up to help the woman undress. Before she knew it, the woman was totally naked.

Carey let out a low whistle of admiration, but Lynn barely noticed him studying her body. She was too engrossed with Joanne. The girl had dropped to her knees and was kissing avidly all around the older woman's breasts.

The wet feel of those kisses ignited passions in her body Lynn had thought long dead. The rough, pink tongue swirled out and around the very tip of her tits. When the girl's ruby lips engulfed the nipple of her left boob, the woman sighed and relaxed.

This was the way it should be. The feel of the mouth all over her tit made her relax, yet it excited her at the same time. It was sending little volts of sexual electricity zinging through her chest. The very nerve endings were beginning to burn with carnal delight.

"Just keep sucking on my poor little titties, Joanne. Your mouth is so nice!"

To her surprise, the girl quickly left her station and looked directly up into her green eyes. "I'll do no such thing! I want as much from you as you're getting from me!"

"Shush, girl, and do as you're told!"

"Oh, all right! But I, want some of your tongue... later!"

"Fine, yes, ohhhh, good, niiice, yes, later. So good!"

The girl's mouth sucked in the entire end of her clit. The tongue shoved down hard on the tiny pebble that was her nipple. The marble-like nubbin of amused flesh was completely pressed into the soft, marshmallowy mound of her boob.

It was Heaven.

But the girl didn't stop with a little mouthing of her tender, succulent jugs. Her mouth began moving lower, leaving a trail of saliva behind. First a quick spiral down the sensitive slopes of the snowy-white tit, then across the slightly domed belly to the deep navel. There, her tongue speared out and down into the woman's belly button.

Twirling around in the depression did things to the woman she simply didn't understand. It shouldn't have been as much of a turn-on as it was. But there was no denying the feel in her twat. She was beginning to leak out her pussy juices.

Unconsciously, her legs began to drift open. As if expecting this, the teenager moved lower. The blonde pussy mound received the full benefit of her mouth.

Her tongue pulled up little spires of spit drenched fleece. And then she was past the tangled jungle of pubic hair and working lower. When her lips brushed the pointy tip of the woman's clit, an electric surge went all through her body. She was held in place as if galvanized by a powerful shock. Her back arched and lifted her pert ass off the chair enough for the girl to slide even lower.

When the tongue stabbed out and into her juicy twat, she came.

It was totally unexpected. All the frustrations, sexual desires pent up over the years, every need unrealized, were released in one huge orgasm.

Her legs clamped down on each side of the girl's head. But that didn't stop the teenager's tongue from exploring up and down the juicy slot. Her tongue never rested. It seemed to be searching constantly, exploring every nook and cranny of that long neglected cunt.

The agile tongue slipped between inner and outer pussy lip. The thrill blasting into Lynn's body was enough to trigger another orgasm. She couldn't believe it was possible to get off so many times just from having another, woman's mouth moving all over her snatch.

It was happening. She had to believe it.

"Please keep going, Joanne! More, I need more of your wonderful mouth all over my cunt!"

A wet tongue snaked out and slipped easily into her quim. The wiggly tip seemed to stir her guts more than any cock ever could. This was where it was at sexually. Being eaten out was such a turn-on she could never get off solely on a cock, up her twat again.

She never had before, anyway. Not really. All her prior sexual experiences were so common. Missionary position man on top fucking until he got his rocks off, then slipping off and failing asleep. That was sex to the woman.

Until now.

She realized the full spectrum of what sex could be. The girl's tongue refused to stop. It was unrelenting in its pursuit of its pleasures. The girl was sucking up all the love juice she could find. Her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner. She sucked and licked and pulled in every elusive drop of the tasty sauce.

As she slipped her tongue all the way along the inside of the woman's labia, Lynn came again. It was unbelievable. She had experienced three orgasms in a few heartbeats. This was living! This was what she'd been missing for so long!

Watching was a turn-on. She couldn't deny the thrill it gave her seeing two people fucking. But that was the thing and watching was hers. Watching and having another chick eating her out!

What else could she get off on? The feel of a cock in her mouth as she sucked off the kid outside had been nice. There was no denying she'd felt aroused at the thought. And when she'd shoved that prick into her mouth, it was definite sexual excitement that ran wild through her loins.

She was slowly defining the limits of her sexuality. The thought of a cock fuckin where that wiggling tongue was still didn't appeal much to her. But her ass... her ass was something else. Watching the blonde get off on having her butt fucked had done something to her, also. It felt the same as actually letting this young girl's tongue slurp up her love fluids.

That might be something else to explore.

After she finished letting Joanne eat her out.

The tongue drilled and danced over her sensitive flesh. And when the girl came once again to her tiny clit, Lynn couldn't hold back. Her entire world exploded as the gill sucked the go-button into her mouth and started laying her tongue over the sensitive tip.

The orgasm totally possessed her body and soul. She was tossed high on the winds of ecstasy. Never had any sensation been so intense in her body.

And it died too soon!

She wanted more! Lots more!

"Don't stop, please, Joanne, don't!" she begged. "I love the feel of your tongue all over my snatch." The word slipped out of her mouth before she realized it. She'd actually said one of those awful words which so revolted her. And she meant it. She really meant to say "snatch" and not anything else.

"My... my cunt needs your tongue!" There, she'd said it finally. And she found it wasn't so bad. It was only a word.

"To hell with that, Joanne. Look," said Carey.

Both women turned and saw he had a raging hardon. Joanne smiled slyly and then dropped back flat on the carpet, saying. "Okay, lover boy. Let's see you and Aunty Lynn get it on!"

Lynn felt her entire body tense. This was the moment she'd wanted to happen for so long and now she was terrified.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Carey stood up and proudly displayed his erection. It looked like a flagpole to the woman. She swallowed hard. It was long, lots longer than she'd believed possible. Seeing it in the dark, through a window, distorted things more than she'd have thought possible.

"I... I don't know about this Carey. I mean, you're my nephew and..."

"And nothing, Aunt Lynn. You wanted this. And by God, I'm going to give it to you!"

Thoughts of all the other girls he'd fucked flashed through her mind. She couldn't even remember how many there had been.

The times with Joanne were the most recent. The cute brunette cheerleader was a really foxy girl. It was obvious why Carey got off fucking her. Not only was she pretty, she seemed to be awfully experienced in bed. She could return his fucking, blow for blow, so to speak.

There were so many other things about Joanne that would appeal to Carey. Lynn knew them all. She'd watched, she'd listened. She knew. There was the tightness of her cunt. He'd remarked over and over how tight she was. And he hadn't been putting her on either, not for the sake of an easy lay.

He'd meant it. Her tight pussy was just part of a very attractive -- no, seductive! -- package.

And before her was Diane. Lynn still remembered the bantering on the telephone is he'd teased Joanne with the promise of inviting the sexy Diane. The way he'd approached her in bed was totally different, Lynn remembered.

But that hadn't stopped him when he'd fucked Sheryle, lovely blonde Sheryle. She'd been a virgin and he'd been gentle with her. Slowly leading her through the intricate ways of sex, he'd shown her what a thrill it was. And Lynn could see the results.

The girl had turned into a sex fiend. She couldn't get enough cock. It appeared that she balled every boy in the school, including the one with the nine-incher, until they all dropped. All except Carey. He was able to match her stroke for stroke. He was her instructor in a very real sense.

Arid before Sheryle? Lynn had problems remembering. There had been the one who insisted the teenager use a French tickler. The wiggly rubber contraption had looked so funny it was all she could do to keep from laughing. His cock was firm and erect and had all those little rubber prongs coming out of it.

The ecstasy they'd both gotten as they screwed was undeniable, however. There was something about having that tickler crammed up her quim that turned that girl on more than anything else.

And Carey had been willing.

In all her spying on her nephew, she'd never heard him turn down a chick. Some of the requests for sex had been bizarre, or seemed that way to her. She was only beginning to realize how little she actually knew of the many and varied ways of fucking.

Carey seemed to know them all. And he was only sixteen.

It didn't seem fair!

Lynn said, "You'll never know how much I've lusted after you. Really and truly lusted. I've been wa..." She bit off her sentence in time. It simply wouldn't do to let him know she'd been spying on him all this time. He might refused to give her his cock!

She'd die before she gave up that sexual treat!

The thought of having that dancing, gorgeous red prick withheld from her was a thought almost too brutal to bear. She realized then that she'd let her nephew do whatever he wanted to her. He was the expert. A sixteen-year-old and he was more knowledgeable than she was.

It hardly seemed light.

But Lynn could change all that. She could learn as much as she could from the youth. He didn't have any monopoly on things sexual. With all her vast experience watching, she was positive she could bring a few tricks to him that he'd never dreamed of.

She hoped.

"So my very own Aunt has been wanting my bod. That's really quite flattering, Aunt Lynn. Really it is. And you know something? You're not all that bad, yourself."

His eyes told her he wasn't lying. The way he looked at her made her certain she was the only woman in the world right for him. Just her and her nephew. They were a pair unique. The rest of the people were excluded from their small circle.

"So get it on, lover boy," said Joanne. "I want to watch? I think it'd be really fun."

Lynn shot a look at the brunette, but the girl didn't seem to be sarcastic. She meant what she said. She wasn't implying that she knew of Lynn's own voyeuristic expeditions.

Lynn took a deep breath, her tits bouncing when she did.

"Watch that," Carey said. "If you keep those boobs bouncing around like that, I won't be able to control myself."

"There didn't seem to be any trouble earlier," she taunted.

"I wasn't thinking about balling my own aunt. The fact you are my aunt and that you look so damn much like Mother really gets me hot. My cock is actually hurting, just thinking about it."

Lynn blinked twice. It hadn't occurred to her that the appeal she held for the boy would be that she looked like his mother. But it was true. When she didn't dress older than she was, the woman did resemble her older sister a great deal.

But what the hell? What difference was it whether her nephew wanted to fuck her for herself or because she looked like his mother? As long as he screwed her!

"Is that all you do, just sit and talk? Or can you perform as well?"

"I perform very well. Or so I'm told."

"Show me."

"Glad to, dear aunt. In fact, it'll be my... our... pleasure!"

He reached out and she slipped down into the circle of his arms. They felt so strong around her she could barely believe it. This couldn't be happening to her. Not to her, the spinster, the professional virgin and man-hater. It just couldn't.

And certainly not with her very own flesh and blood. This was her nephew!

But it was happening.

She knew it the instant his ups touched hers. An incredible sexual charge seemed to flow into her body. His very kiss was like a drink from the Fountain of Youth. He brought her everything she'd been missing for so many yean.

The way his arms pulled her down onto his body crushed her jugs flat. She tried to resist and found his arms too strong. There was no escaping epen if she wanted to now.

Her nipples hardened with lust as the kiss deepened. She felt her tits become like overinflated balloons. Blood pounded heavily into those mounds of titflesh. She was more excited than she could remember being in years.

And all because of her nephew.

Damn, but that kid could kiss!

It wasn't just a simple kiss. She thought she knew alt about kissing. It looked so simple. Mouth pressed to mouth and that was it. The woman found she was wrong, very wrong.

Parting her lips slightly allowed the boy's tongue to come racing into her mouth. There, it frolicked and cavorted around like a frisky puppy. It touched and stroked and stimulated hers. She tried to press down hard on the teenager's swirling tongue and found herself engaged in an erotic hide-and-seek.

No matter how hard she tried to pin him down, he managed to slither away. She found it sexually exciting trying to capture his tongue with hers. And when she was lured into pursuit, the kiss took on brand new dimensions she could never have guessed just from window peeping.

His lips pursed around her tongue and he began to suck. She was startled for a moment and then decided to let him do what he would. He was, the expert. Maybe sexpert was the proper word. However it was, her nephew was the one who could teach her.

She'd led too sheltered a life. She'd missed out on too much of the finest that life had to offer. Time was ripe for fucking a little enjoyment and savoring it.

Her tongue was completely trapped in the boy's mouth. His lips held her in a firm grip and the suction he exerted was pulling blood into her tongue. It began to tingle with renewed life. When he started gently gnawing on her tongue, she thought she'd lose her mind.

The sensations were so intense, it was almost orgasmic.

"Hey, why don't you try out her ears? Bet they're really sensitive, too, lover boy," called out the watching girl.

Lynn was momentarily confused. It was she who should be watching, not participating. Everything was turned around on her. Then her nephew abandoned her tongue and started licking along the line of her jaw.

Before she could complain about the lack of attention to her mouth, he discovered her ear. That made up for the loss to her mouth. The way his tongue gently pressed into her flesh was nice but it was his hot breath that really sensitized her earlobe.

When he began nibbling gently, she felt tremors all through her that couldn't be denied. Just by licking and gnawing a little at her ear, he was able to reduce her to a quaking puddle of desire.

That kid was a real expert at sex!

"Like this, Aunt Lynn?" he whispered. "This is what I've always wanted to do. You're the sexiest woman I ever saw. I mean it. All the others an just kids. Not you. A mature body, mature needs. You can show me so much I want to know!"

He said it softly, so quietly only she could hear. And she believed every word of it. There was a sincerity in his voice that convinced her he wasn't lying. He couldn't be. Wasn't he making love to her, an old woman?

"Your body excites me," he continued. His tongue looped around the edge of her ear. When he drove his tongue, cock-hard, into her ear, she arched her back and moaned aloud. It felt so damned good!

"Your body excites me more than I can tell you. I must show you. There's no way I can do anything else. You're turning me on too much."

His mouths slipped down the hollow under her ear and be licked his way to the hollow of her throat. All the way she felt his wet tongue softly comforting her, letting her know he meant every word of what he said.

From the throat, he kissed his way down to the base of one of her tits. His hot breath gusted out like a blast furnace door opening. She felt him panting as he worked into the deep canyon between her tit. His mouth tried to find something to hang on to and failed. She was still firm of breast; there wasn't much sag.

She wasn't that old a woman!

His tongue did yeoman's work then. He completely circled the base of her left boob and began spiraling upwards. His tongue hit every single spot on its erotic, way to the tip. At the crest of that sexy mound of titflesh, he pounded on the now-erect nipple.

The red finger was pointing straight up at the ceiling. He didn't hesitate taking it into his mouth and sucking hard on it. A shock raced into her chest as she felt his tongue spinning like a berserk tornado around that nubbin of flesh.

The tiny marble of erectile tissue was ultra sensitive. And he was giving it a lesson in arousal. Everything he did was designed to provoke her greatest response. His tongue dragged back and forth over the nipple. His mouth sucked hard. His teeth gently nipped.

He reduced her to a pile of sexual desire and nothing more.

She moaned out, her voice quaking, "Fuck me, oh sweet God, I need your hard cock in me. Do it now, now damnit!"

A wet plop signaled the momentary departure of his mouth from the mushroom-capped boob as he said, "Anything you say, dearest aunt, of mine. This is what I've wanted for longer than you could believe!"

And she understood this, too, was the truth. Everything he was telling her was the absolute truth. He wanted her sexually. Driving his prick up her snatch was all he wanted out of life. His goal was fucking her.

She believe with the faith of a convert.

His body pressed heavily against hers. His arms curled under her armpits and gripped firmly at the tops of her shoulders. Without being told, her legs wantonly opened for him.

Her snatch was burning. It was a forest fire raging out of control. She had to have the sweet jism of his cock to put out that blaze.

"Fuck me, ummm, yes, yes!"

The tip of his prick brushed lightly against her sex lips. A convulsive shudder rippled through her. This was the most incredible experience she could ever remember. It was nothing like the other times she'd made love with a man had a man make love to her.

The teenager actually cared. He respected her. He wanted her to get off on the fucking as much as he did. She knew it. When the tip of his prick parted her labia and plunged deeper up her cunt, she shivered as if with a chill.

It went deep, all the way up her cunt then. His cock had hesitated for only a moment as if testing the temperature of the pool. Her fuck fluids were lubricating her snatch so there was no friction on his drive into her. But she could feel him inside her twat.

Oh, how she could feel him!

He had used, the leverage provided by the grip on her shoulders to pull himself fully into her cunt. The power of that first stroke took him to the limits of his length. His balls wetly slapped against her upturned ass.

And she loved it!

It was incredible. Never before had the feel of a man's cock in her quint made her so thrilled, so delighted, left her wanting more! It was a wondrous new experience for her.

He began retreating from his position. For a moment, fear surged in her. Did he find her unattractive? Was this why he refused to stay inside her twat?

Then his quiet, reassuring words whispered hotly in her ear, "I can't control myself, dear aunt. I had... to fuck you now. I just can't hold back any more!"

And he slammed hard into her again. Their crotches wetly ground together and then he was sliding out of her cunt again. She tried to hold him in. Her muscles contracted and her pussy walls gripped with velvet strength.

In the end, it was her own inner oil that betrayed her. She couldn't hold him in against the powerful fucking action of his hips. He was too slippery; he could slide right out of her.

But that was all right as long as he came back. And he did again and again. Each time he fucked her with more power, more speed. Soon, his hips were flying back and forth.

The friction burned wildly out of control all along the soft folds of her pussy. Never bad she felt like this. Masturbating got her off. It was a powerful feeling. But nothing as potent as this.

She was only dimly aware that she was experiencing sex at its best. Her nephew was giving it to her all in one big lesson. He was going to set off her orgasm with his huge cock.

When the powerful grip convulsed her muscles and arched her back off the floor, she was last in a wonderland. Everything seemed brighter, better, more potent. She explored the wonderful feelings rampaging throughout her body. This was climax, this was the mysterious big "O" everyone whispered about.

She came.

As she drifted down from her fist real orgasm, she felt the steely length of prick still corkscrewing into her cunt. He had changed his angle of entry into her juicy twat. Twisting around, he was able to enter her from a totally different direction.

This set her off again.

Her ass left the floor and she began humping up to meet his every inward thrust. She wanted to take as much of him into her body as possible. Getting greedy, she wished for nothing more than a lifetime of this rigid prick slamming hard up her cunt. It was so good she didn't understand why she hadn't gone out looking for this earlier. The wasted years of her life were to be regretted, nothing more.

She had the rest of her life to look forward to. And it would be great as long as it contained plenty of cock like her nephew's!

He panted, "Out of it! Gotta cum, just gotta! Got to!"

He arched his back, pulled hard on her shoulders and jammed his prick an extra inch into her yielding body. She felt her pussy lips split wide by the titanic thrust. His cock roared up her cunt like a rocket blasting from earth.

Most of all she felt the fiery tide of his cum as it poured into her tiny cavity.

She was suddenly hot all over, then cold. It was something she hadn't expected. The rapid change produced a long, exquisitely drawn-out climax that seemed to last forever. The cum pouring into her was hot. Her body shivered with cold thrill. The cock in her cunt was hot. The floor under her soft ass was cold. The body pressing down so thinly against her tits was hot. The perspiration drying on her forehead was cool.

The hot-and-cold combination kept up on her sexual high long after Carey's cock deflated and fell from her twat.

When she realized there were people around her, Carey was already sitting up, Joanne's terms around him. Guiltily, she looked at his cock. It was a limp worm dangling between his legs.

It reminded her so much not the penis of the drunken teenager sleeping off the blowjob she'd given him, she had to laugh.

"Corey?" she said, tears running down her face. "I just don't know why everything seems so silly!"

"Reaction," assured Joanne. "I do it all the time. This stud can make a girl really cry when he's finished."

"Crying for more, I hope," the youth said.

Joanne made an elaborate production of reaching over and picking up the limp dong. She wiggled it back and forth, sending a drop or two of cum sailing across the room.

"I could cry for a long time and not get any more from this!"

"How much you want to bet?" he asked.

"What you thinking of?"

"A three-way, you, me and Aunt Lynn. Wouldn't that be a real groove?"

The woman was momentarily taken aback. What was Carey suggesting? That all three of them get it on at the same time? It was a shock to her that she could do half the thing she'd done that evening.

Watching as Sheryle got it up the ass was a thrill, but a thrill like she was used to. Sucking off that dude in the back yard was something different, something she didn't normally do. It'd gotten her hotter than she'd have thought possible.

But it was coming in and watching her nephew fucking Joanne that had really lighted her fire. She found herself wanting him so badly she would have done anything to get his cock.

No matter that it was incest, that he was her own flesh and blood. All she cared about was the fact that she needed his cock. The trigger for her long-suppressed desires had been found and it was her nephew who was able to bring those lusts out into the open.

CHAPTER NINE

"Are you serious?" Lynn managed to say. The way these teenagers acted, she couldn't be sure what they really intended doing. It was barely possible they were kidding her, laughing at her naivete in sexual matters.

They weren't.

"Sure, Aunt Lynn. I don't do it very much, but a three-way love fest is a real blast. It's amazing how much more you can get out of sex when there are three of you working at it."

She looked at her nephew, astounded. She could barely believe her ears. The boy was telling her that he wanted her to join him and Joanne as they made love.

Never!

The very thought was so perverted she could barely stand to consider it.

Then she remembered spying an the threesome in the back yard. The two guys had caught up the chick between them. One fucked her up the cunt while the other drilled hard into her ass. She hadn't seemed to mind at all. Quite the opposite, in fact.

The look on her face was anything but disgust.

Lynn considered the bizarre offer. She wanted more of Carey's prick, but she didn't know if she was willing to do this horrible thing for it. And Joanne... this was a lovely girl.

She knew that so well!

The girl's mouth all over her cunt had set off depth charges of desire in her body. She really should try and return the favor and eat the girl out. After all, hadn't she promised?

"Oh, look, Aunt Lynn," Joanne said, "it's not like you think. You're too hung up on what's proper and what's traditional. Hell, fucking in the missionary position gets boring. Honest!"

"That?" she said, incredulous. "I... I don't really think it ever could. Not with Carey!"

"Thanks for the compliment, but Joanne is right. It does get boring after a while. And a few variants like letting the chick get on top and fuck herself, well, those are only variants. No real change from the man on top screwing."

"He's right," the girl continued. "So we eat each other. That's a real turn on for me especially. And I just love it when he fucks me up the ass!" The way she said the words told of past pleasures and even more lurking in the future.

Those sentiments triggered Lynn's memory of how Sheryle had gotten off on the butt-fucking. She hadn't been the least bit upset over the act. In fact, she was the one suggesting it.

Lynn had to rearrange her thoughts. She had lived too long in a fantasy world where men fucked women and they did it only in the missionary position.

Women never could tell their man what they wanted, what they desired.

Sheryle hadn't been the least bit hesitant about telling her friend what she wanted. And it had been the first time for her, too.

Remembering the satisfied look radiating from the lovely blonde's face was almost enough to convince Lynn. Almost.

What started working on her body was the memory of a cock in her mouth and the itchy feeling she'd gotten up her ass when she watched Sheryle being buggered.

If she went along with everything Carey and Joanne were suggesting, she could take can of all her wants at the same time. Her mouth could be filled with pussy instead of cock. That would certainly repay Joanne for her cunnilingual treat earlier when Carey had lost his erection. She would no longer feel a debt to the young girl.

And even more, to have Carey up her asshole would be just about the kinkiest, most depraved act she could commit.

She loved the thought of it, and at the same time it horrified her.

Not only was this incest, it was buggery. How she could possibly think such a thing could happen was beyond her. But... but she kept coming back to the hollowness between her legs. Carey had given her one hell of a fine fucking. She couldn't deny that. But the emptiness was returning with greater than usual speed.

As she watched others fucking, she usually masturbated. When she got off, that would suit her needs for a day or two or even a week. Now that Carey had really lit her fires, she found herself needing more cock just to keep satisfied.

And that wasn't all. The emptiness was spreading into her virgin asshole. Never had a man's prick invaded that territory. Sheryle had dug it. Would she get off on it half as much? Would it be even better, knowing it was her nephew doing the butt-fucking?

Lynn was confused.

She could satisfy all sorts of sexual needs by agreeing with the two teenagers. She could give Joanne back the tongue-lashing she'd been given. Catty's cock would be hers again and up her back passage.

But a threesome. Love was something two people did with the light turned out so no one could see. Sex was something dirty. She ought to know.

Hadn't she peered into enough windows and watched enough couples screwing? Never had she seen three people fucking at the same time. It was unnatural.

"No," she flatly said. "I won't do it. It's not proper."

"Oh?" Carey said, arching an eyebrow. "Is it a sin?"

"Of course not. Well, maybe. Oh, I don't know. You know I'm not that religious a person."

"So if you don't have any religious hangups over it, why not, Aunt Lynn?" urged Joanne. The girl was particularly persuasive. She was almost watering at the mouth at the idea of having the older woman to herself again and if Carey shared, so much the better!

"I'm not your aunt, young lady."

When both Carey and Joanne laughed, Lynn had to join them. This was no time to be the prim and proper lady. Not sitting bare-ass naked on the rug after her own nephew had just fucked her silly and the girl had eaten out her pussy.

"All right. It's just not done."

"How do you know?" pressed Carey.

Lynn didn't dare answer him. These youngsters were open about sex. That was what stayed her tongue. How could she confess that she'd been getting her kicks by being a peeping-tom? That would be something totally alien to them. They simply wouldn't understand, not when sex was such an open and easy thing with them.

"I just..."

"So we change your rules right now," declared Joanne. The girl stood, spread her legs wide and put her hands on flaring hips. She may have only been fifteen, but she was very womanly. Lynn couldn't take her eyes off the girl's bush. The brunette patch was glistening with the dew drops of her lust.

The trim white legs seemed to frame that snatch so perfectly, she felt her own cunt beginning to water in reaction. When she felt a finger slip along her pussy lips, she realized she'd missed something while the girl was diverting her attention.

Carey had moved closer and was reaching over. It was his finger seeking out her most private parts. He gently probed and found her clit. A little coaxing and he had it out. Finger circling it, he began to gently stroke up and down her sensitive organ.

Tiny earthquakes of delight rumbled into her.

She wanted to take his hand, force it away. But it felt so Goddamn good she couldn't!

"You like it, don't you?" he said. "You like the feel of my hand a lot. Wouldn't it be nice if you could get my cock up here again?"

His finger drove deep into her twat. She shivered in reaction to the sudden flowing. The woman felt her body was being a traitor. It was betraying her.

She didn't want to engage in a threeway fuck. But it didn't have to be. Carey said he'd fuck her spin. Let him. She'd love it!

But then Joanne spoke. "Isn't my bush nice? Here, let me get a little closer to you." She moved until the fleecy patch was only inches away from the woman's face. She wanted to move away, to flee, but couldn't. Not with her nephew's finger far up her cunt.

"Go on, Lynn. Stick your tongue out. And then sample my juices. I bet you will really enjoy them. I love another woman's cunt juices. Try it. Go on!" urged the girl.

Hesitantly, the woman stuck out her tongue. It seemed so silly to her. What could she do?

It was done for her. The girl moved closer and lowered her body on the woman's slightly upturned face.

One instant, she was breathing the air from the room. The next, she found her nose burrowing in a dense forest of pussy fur. More important, her tongue was pressed firmly against the teenager's sex lips. They were already damp with lust.

She reacted instinctively. Her tongue slid back into her mouth. When she sampled the thick oil, there was no stopping her. She had to have more from this young girl's body. The cunt fluids were just too good to pass up. Besides, she owed the brunette a favor. Hadn't the girl gone out of her way to help her earlier?

But all this was not really well thought out. Other sensations were forcing themselves into her brain. She realized the finger up her cunt was still wiggling and stroking back and forth.

It was becoming wrapped up in the soft folds of her excited pussy. The boy's finger was simply not going to be enough. She realized that almost instantly.

The taste of the girl's love juices against her tastebuds excited her, the feel of the finger in her twat pushed her over the edge.

She reared back and almost screamed, "All right, damn you both! I'll do it!"

The teenagers whooped with joy.

"We knew you'd see it our way. Now just do what seems natural and we'll all get our rocks off, okay?"

"Uh, Carey, one thing." She didn't know if she should admit to such perversity or not. The way the kids were acting, she decided it wouldn't do any harm in asking.

"Could you fuck me up my asshole instead of in the cunt? I... I think that would be peat!"

There. She'd said it. Let him laugh at her. Let the girl snigger and call her horrible names. But she'd summoned up the courage and said it right out.

The boy's reaction or lack of it startled her more than anything else.

"Okay. Get on your hands and knees."

"Th-that's all you're going to say?" She was dumbfounded. Her nephew took her perverted request so calmly.

"Sure. You want to get cornholed, I'll do it. I get off on it. And if you do, great. We both come out ahead, so to speak. And you can cat a nice juicy little twat while you're at it."

"I can?"

"Show her, Joanne."

The brown-haired girl sank to the carpet and slowly spread her legs wide open. The opening labia pinkly called out to the woman. So tasty-looking, succulent, better than any gourmet meal. She bent forward to stuff her mouth firmly against those pussy lips.

Momentarily surprised when the girl put her legs over her shoulders and onto her back, she was delighted to find this put the pussy she desired to devour close to her mouth.

"See how easy that is?" Carey said, looking at the pair. His girlfriend's legs draped over his aunt's shoulders presented a pretty picture. He stood there for a moment savoring it.

His aunt didn't have a bad-looking body at all. It was a damned shame she kept it so well hidden all the time. Her smooth silky back was a broad plain that seemed enticing. But it was her upturned ass that slowly made his cock twitch and jerk and get hard again.

The more he watched as his aunt ate out the girl, the harder he got. Seeing her pendulous tits swaying back and forth under her body made him want to get down and suck on them. He didn't. It was better watching and waiting.

For the moment.

He'd be hard enough to fuck her in a short time.

Maybe sooner than he had thought possible. The idea of actually balling his aunt was more of a turn-on than he expected. She looked so much like his mother, that might have something to do with it. All the Freudian stuff wasn't lost on him.

The idea that his aunt was one hell of a sexy woman wasn't lost on him, either. Any stud would give a young fortune to fuck her. And here she was literally begging for his cock!

That made him proud and cocky. His prick was now hard enough to be useful.

He dropped to his knees behind the woman's rear end and placed his hands on her fevered flesh. The smooth curves of her ass felt as if they'd been spanked. Her hot skin radiated all the way up his arms and into his own body.

This increased his own need. Fuck her. That was the only through in his mind now.

She was so close, it would be easy. But he had a little experience at butt-fucking. It wasn't good news to go storming up a chick's rear end without a lot of lubrication first. He could tear up tender membrane and really hurt her.

He bent forward and spread her asscheeks with his hands. Exposed was the bottom of her deep canyon. His tongue lanced out and found the puckered ring of her asshole. He licked all around it until he heard a piteous cry came from the woman. The flesh clutched firmly in his grip began to tremble.

This was getting her off!

She felt the boy's tongue lightly move up and down the crack of her butt. When it found the asshole, she shivered in response to the lovely sensation. With her mouth full of pussy, she realized it wouldn't be long before her ass was filled with cock.

He was only preparing for her what was to come.

He was going to bugger her.

The woman's very own nephew was going to cram his cock up her ass and really fuck her. He'd ream her out just like she'd seen done out on the back lawn. That was what she wanted that and a mouthful of the tasty twat being given her by the wanton teenaged girl.

The wetness of the tongue drove deep up her anus. Wiggling inside her, the tongue caused a weakness that afflicted her entire body. She felt like crumpling into a tired heap. But there was so much excitement going on all around her!

The pussy she was eating was just beginning to really flow out its lust fluids. For her! And the tongue of her nephew up her rear was something she wasn't going to miss. She knew this was only a hint of what was to come. His cock would follow shortly she quickly corrected that.

His cock would come long. Long and hard and fast.

She'd know all the pleasures these kids had long since learned!

Mumbling through a mouth of pussy fur, she called out, "Go on, go on and do it! I don't want your tongue in me any more. I... I want something longer!" It was all she could bring herself to say.

"Something longer?" prodded her nephew. "Like my cock?"

"Yes, dammit! Like your fucking cock! I want your cock fucking my ass! I want to feel it!"

"And you will!" he promised.

Her anus was drenched with the boy's saliva. She felt the coolness of it surrounding her hole as it began to evaporate and dry. But it wasn't given the chance to stay long. She felt the long cylinder of the teenager's prick forcing its way between her asscheeks. When the broad glans touched her asshole, she almost came.

"Ugggh, God, that's..."

"Pretty neat, huh?" the youth supplied.

"Yes, damn you. Now give me all of it!"

He didn't have to be told what all of "it" was. He knew.

His hips worked forward a little bit. The head of his prick vanished into her asshole. She felt the dancing puck spreading her asscheeks, then the glans poking manfully into her rectum. She gasped in reaction.

Sensation washed over her. All up and down her spine was the most incredible feeling she could imagine. He was actually up her ass!

She couldn't urge him on because of the fur pie shoved back against her mouth. Joanne was becoming impatient. She didn't care how much her boyfriend fucked his aunt's ass. All she cared about was her own pleasure, the joy of mouth love.

The woman tried to concentrate. She had to drive her tongue into that seething pit of tasty fluid. The softness of the pussy walls urged her on. The girl's moaning did much to assure her this was right, proper, that it wasn't depraved. Her mouth completely engulfed the small pussy lips. When she gathered the twin flaps together, she held them together. Then she sucked.

She sucked with all the power in her emotion-racked body. She pulled the very juices from the girl's frothy interior. Legs clamped tight on each side of her head. She was driving the girl up the pinnacle to climax.

She was doing it. And she hardly knew anything about sex nothing except what she'd seen!

Her tongue speared down into the warmness of the twat pressed so tightly against her face. She rolled her tongue around, savoring the lusty flavor of aroused female flesh. There was nothing holding her back now. All her inhibitions had been exorcised. She was as much a free spirit as any of these teenagers.

When the cock came surging up into her bowels, she came. It was unfair to the girl wrapped around her face, but she didn't care. The ecstasy smashing through her was too great to be denied. Having her ass fucked was everything she'd imagined it to be.

If anything, it was even better!

"Jesus, that's super!" she moaned. "Harder. I want it all the way!"

The cock stirred inside her. It had lain there, waiting for some sign from her. Now it pulled backwards, threatening to pull her guts out with it. She hadn't realized how tight the fit was between her asshole and the boy's prick.

She waggled her hips a little to let him know she appreciated what he was doing. It wasn't necessary. He could guess from the way her butthole clutched wildly at his retreating prick.

The prick was well greased by the saliva put all around her anus. There was little discomfort as he rammed back up her tailpipe. This time, when he was fully hidden in its sheath, his cock began dancing a wild jig.

It surged and bucked like a wild bronco. He was having problems keeping it quiet. The youth didn't realize how hot he was getting fucking his own aunt. Screwing her had been a real turn-on. But this!

This buggering was even better!

Her asshole was virgin tight. Never had he found a tighter passage into a woman's body. And she looked so much like his mother!

His balls tumbled and lurched in their prison of flesh. He fought back the tide of his passion until he could slowly pull out once again. It was a great dilemma for him. Buried all the way up her bowels, his entire length of manmeat was treated to intense pressure and carnal heat. It was a strain to keep from jetting off.

But when he pulled out, he was exposed to the cold air. His control was better, but he yearned to be back up her ass.

The simplest solution was a rapid cornholing. He began screwing her ass faster and faster.

She felt the friction mounting in her body. Her guts were coated in exploding napalm. Her insides burned with a fury she had never thought humanly possible. The feel of his prick parting her delicate membrane and driving like a railroad spike into her body ignited the slumbering fires of passion in her.

She came.

As she gasped, she found her mouth full of pussy. She inhaled and pulled in a mouthful of cunt juice. The distant moan of the teenager told her she was passing along her cum.

Her tongue began racing up and down the slippery slit of the teenager until the girl gasped. Legs tightening around her head, the woman knew she'd brought off the girl, too.

Still the cock drilled hard and far up her bowels. She could feel every single inch of it. The contours held no mystery for her. She knew that prick as well as if she'd studied it for years.

The big blue vein on top pulsed with vibrant life. The broad head was like the tip of an arrow. Spread out, it was a purpled hood of joy. It split her tiny rear tunnel wide open as the cock shoved deep into her. And the sides of the shaft were slippery with saliva. This didn't keep her from appreciating the thickness of the cock. And the length was enough to please any woman.

She came again.

Shrieking incoherently, she finally managed to demand, "Give it to me harder!"

He did.

It was hardly possible that the teenager could have fucked any harder, but he did. Summoning up all the reserves of his body, he smashed into the pillowy buttocks of his aunt. He almost bounced off each time he drove his prick into her.

She took every inch of it. Her insides felt like they were infested by millions of nipping, devouring fire ants. She was consumed with lust. There was nothing left for her except the pussy in front of her face and the cock pistoning up her asshole.

Amazingly, she came one more time.

This was the final straw for her nephew. He felt the constriction of her asshole like a noose around his prick. He was squeezed half to death. His climax was as sudden as a summer storm. Huge gusts of jism blew out the tip of his cock and whitewashed her bowels.

He gave her the sexiest enema ever.

The woman felt her nephew's cock convulsing as it spewed out its creamy load. The white hotness of his cum built up the sensations in her body once more, but when his cock wilted inside her bowels, she was unsatisfied.

She needed more.

She went back to sucking and licking the pussy so wantonly presented to her. The girl was getting off on it. Perhaps she could transfer some of her own excitement as she came again and again.

Somehow, she didn't.

Lynn wasn't totally disappointed. She found that getting her ass screwed was everything she'd thought it would be. Getting off three or four times, she'd had the best experience in her life. And eating out the snatch at the same time had been downright kinky. All this was a wild, wonderfully new sexual thrill for her.

But it wasn't enough. There had to be more.

CHAPTER TEN

Carey had rolled across the floor and was propped up against the sofa. In a tired voice he said, "You two broads'll wear me to a nubbin. Just look at it!"

They all looked at his prick. It was so tiny, so deflated-looking, they had to laugh.

Joanne said, "If I know you, lover boy, it'll be as goad as new in a few minutes."

"Don't count on it. My aunt's got an awfully greedy little ass. She sucked me out good. It was like being plugged into a milking machine."

"And how would you know what that's like?" demanded Lynn. "You've never been on a farm in your life."

"I'm guessing. But it must be something!"

"Next thing you know, Aunt Lynn," said Joanne, "he'll be wanting to follow the little animals around, fucking them."

Lynn was shocked. Even though she knew the girl was joking, the idea of actually balling an animal was so... words failed her. Disgusting and perverted and lewd and all the others just weren't strong enough.

She wandered what it would be like.

"I might do just that," declared Carey. "At least they wouldn't sit around Mother naked and make all these snide comments. Did you like it or didn't you?"

Lynn couldn't tell who he was asking. She nodded.

"You bet!" Joanne cried.

Before Lynn could add her own comments, the doorbell rang. They all froze for a moment. Raw naked, they couldn't possibly answer the door. Lynn grabbed her dress and quickly slipped into it, ignoring all her undergarments. There simply wasn't time for the bra or garter belt or hose or even her panties.

Slipping into her shoes, she felt positively lewd. Her nipples poked impudently against the hin material of the dress. The paisley print had never looked sexier on her and she knew it.

It was embarrassing.

Doubly so when Carey let out a loud, long wolf whistle.

"Shut up, you, and get dressed! And tell the others to do the same. I bet it's the man!" snapped Joanne.

Lynn didn't quite understand what that meant. Whoever "the man" was, they were hustling faster now than she would have thought possible. There was more than a touch of fear in her own actions as she went to the door.

From behind her, she heard Joanne's low, "Cripes, it is the heat."

Two policemen stood in their blue uniforms looking bored.

"Evening, ma'am. We got a report of a loud party going on here. Uh, would you mind quieting it down?" His eyes were drinking in the fact she wore no bra.

Lynn was acutely aware he was staring down her unbuttoned neckline and at the snowy whiteness of her boobs. She was about to say something to him about it when she realized they could all be arrested if she didn't play this right.

He was a man doing a boring job. Let him get his kicks, if only by watching.

Watching. That was Lynn's specialty. She ought to be able to give him a full dose of what she dug the most.

She took a deep breath. Her breasts heaved up, bulging over the loose rim of her neckline. Her nipples were expanding as the man watched. There was no doubt he was getting a hard-on. She could see the bulge growing in his uniform trousers.

His partner quickly cut in, his own voice a bit distracted, "Look, uh, lady. We don't want to do anything. You know. But the, uh..."

He faltered, losing the train of thought as one of Lynn's tits almost came tumbling out as she turned to faces him. Carelessly slipping her hand to her throat did nothing to put the tit back into the garment. If anything, it emphasized the fact it was about ready to come tumbling out.

"The party?" she prompted.

"Uh, yeah. You're making a lot of noise. The neighbors are raising a fuss over it."

"If we quiet down, will that be okay with everyone concerned?" Lynn horrified herself at how sexy she was sounding. Her words were innocuous, her tone was a hooker's come-on.

"It'll suit us."

"I'll tell everyone to keep it down." She pointedly looked at the cop's hard-on. "Everyone," she repeated for emphasis. He blushed furiously and turned away from her.

The other cop tipped his hat and said, "If there's ever anything I... uh, we can do, just let me know."

"I'll be sure to ring you, officer." The odd look on the cop's face told her she'd said something she hadn't meant to. He did a double take, then grinned from ear to ear.

"Okay. I'll remember that. You live here?"

He scribbled something down and went off without another word, whistling a springly tune, off key.

Lynn closed the door and let out a deep sigh.

Carey said, "That was damned close. I told the gang to split. I don't want this kind of thing getting around. I'm going to catch hell with Mom and Dad over it as is."

"Don't worry. I'll tell them it was my party." She looked at her nephew, then said, "It was in a way, you know. I had a real ball!"

Carey laughed.

"Where's Joanne? You didn't send your girlfriend home, too? That's not right!"

"Aunt. Lynn, when the man comes down on you, you split. Fast. There's no telling what some of these dudes might have had on them. Heavy time doesn't appeal to any of them. But you handled the cop real well."

She suddenly turned white as a ghost. She had been so nervous when she went to the door, she hadn't recognized the one cop. The one she'd said she'd ring had been the officer chasing her up on the lover's lane. It was a good thing he hadn't recognized her.

If he had, she could be in jail. Not only for the wild party but for voyeurism.

"What's wrong, Aunt Lynn? You suddenly looked like you were getting ready to faint. Here, sit down and relax. It wasn't all that bad. I mean, Christ, nobody's going to be stupid enough to bring really hard stuff to a party like this. I'd bust their heads open if I found out."

She didn't even hear him. The thought of being locked up for peeping in other people's window, spying on teenaged couples fucking in their cars, the humiliation of it being in the newspapers, all this and more suddenly hit the woman. She had a lot to lose and hadn't even known it when she answered the door.

"Drink this," he said, handing her a cognac.

She downed it without even tasting the fiery amber liquor. She silently held out the empty snifter for another. This one caused her to choke. She was slowly coming out of her shock.

"Look, Aunt Lynn, there's more to this than a noisy party. That's nothing to get worked up about. And you, hell, you could get us out in nothing flat if they ran the whole pack of us in."

"Why?"

"You're an upstanding citizen."

She turned even whiter.

This time, Carey realized it wasn't the party which had scared her so. It was something else.

"What you been up to, Aunt Lynn? That cop know you from somewhere else?"

Thoughts of her hooking on the side momentarily flashed through his brain. He immediately tossed them aside as ridiculous. His Aunt Lynn would never be a common hooker. Not even a high-priced call girl. The sex was all too fresh and new to her. It had to be something she considered equally bad, though, to provoke such a response.

"I... I saw him the other night." Each word was drenched in molasses. None wanted to come out.

"Where did you see him?"

"Roxbury Lane."

"The lover's lane? What the hell were you doing up there? Spying on the kids who were..." The teenager's voice trailed off. His aunt had a stricken look. He'd hit on the right answer by pure guesswork.

"You're a peeping-tom? You, Aunt Lynn? I can't believe it!"

"It's true." Her voice was so low even she could barely hear it. Admitting her perversion wasn't easy.

Carey laughed, but it wasn't a put-down laugh. It was a hearty one. He said, "So what's the big deal? Did 'the man' almost bust you? It was close that he didn't see you. The way he was ogling your boobs, he probably couldn't even tell what color your hair was."

"You... you're not upset about me looking'in windows? Don't you realize what I've been doing? I've been spying on everyone. Including you."

She was sure that would properly shock him.

It didn't.

"Hey, that's cool. Did I put on a good performance? If I'd known I had an audience, it would have been even kicker!"

She didn't understand him and said so.

"Look, Aunt Lynn," he explained, "I don't care. Maybe some of the chicks I was with would, but I don't. What you do is different but you're not hurting anyone. You don't take pictures and blackmail anyone. No one knows you do it and you don't try to hurt anyone else. So what's the crime?"

"It's the law."

"Sure and so are a million other dumb things. If somebody doesn't want an audience for their fucking, let 'em close the drapes. That seems simple enough to me."

She had to agree. At least in part. She said, "But it's evil what I've been doing."

"Because the people didn't know you were watching?"

"Yes."

"What if someone who knew your, uh, hungry eyes were devouring their every move agreed to put on a show for you. Would that be wrong?"

"Someone who's an exhibitionist, you mean? I, well, I don't think so. It sounds okay."

"How about me? I really get off on the idea of having someone watch while I'm balling a chick. Add Joanne gets a charge out of performing for an audience, too. She wants to be an actress and is always posing and carrying on."

"You'd let me watch?"

"Sure." He paused, then quietly added, "For a price..."

She felt a cold stab of fear in her guts. "What price?"

"I'm absolutely crazy for you. And I'm not going to let what's happened here tonight go to waste. I want your body. And I think you get a charge out of letting me fuck you."

"Yes," she said slowly. "Your sweet flowing love..." Her voice died to a whisper as she thought how great it was feeling his stream of cum blasting into her cunt and ass. It wasn't bad at all with her nephew. The very fact it wag incest seemed to add something to the lovemaking.

"It's agreed. I'll set up the times and places where you can watch me make it and I'll collect right now. Let's go ball."

"Rut, I mean, isn't this a bit sudden?"

"Sure," he grinned. "So what? I was thinking of doing it on the dining room table. You know what's beside the table? On the wall?"

"No. Oh, yes I do," she said, suddenly understanding. "It's a mirror. We can watch each other as we fuck."

"You can get your jollies in a couple ways. Me, I'll get off just on your tight little cunt."

The next thing he knew, they were on the table and she was opening her legs for him. In the minor beside her she could see her own smooth white flesh. And the tiny triangle of her blonde bush seemed to glisten with the dew drops of her cunt juice. She twisted slightly so she could watch his cock enter her pink pussy lips.

This was going to be more fun than she'd thought!

His body came down on her. She took his weight and gasped when he suddenly slammed forward into her. No preparation, no gentle buildup. He was hot to fuck and he wanted her. He was going to fuck her like an animal.

The very thought made her ready for him.

Twisting, hunching her hips a bit, she was able to slip his cock even farther up her twat. The mirror reflected it all. She could see the broad, meaty shaft of his cock panting her pink, turgid pussy lips. The way his balls hung down partially obscured the scene but she didn't care.

She was taking it all in -- in more than one sense.

Seeing his cock slip into her cunt was one thing, feeling it was a totally different trip. She loved the way it stretched her apart. It was so thick she was certain he would tear her in two. He didn't.

When he started fucking, their bodies met in a wet grinding motion that took her breath away. Her tits crushed madly against his almost hairless chest; she felt her nipples expanding as blood pounded into them. Looking to the side, she could see it all.

Her boobs were flattened. She could see the coppery blush of an areola and the fierce red of a nipple as it was squeezed down into the marshmallowy titflesh. Her hip was in the way of a good view of his cock in her twat.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and twisted around a little. This not only pulled him even deeper up her quim, it let her see his balls and cock splitting her apart. She could tell he was aroused and lusting madly for her.

His breath was hot and heavy as he gently licked and nibbled at her earlobe. But most of all, his cock jerked madly at her cunt. She could even see his balls twitching with lust. The heavy cream trapped inside demanded release. The only way out was through the end of his cock his meaty prick thrust all the way up her cunt.

"Keep fucking, damn you," she huskily whispered. "I need you fucking me!"

He began a rhythmic motion in and out of her twat. She tried to squeeze down and hold his cock inside her. She failed. The bubbly frothing of her cunt juice as his cock slid from her seething interior was plainly visible in the minor, though.

She found she could ripple the blood-engorged lips of her cunt to surround his cock as it came rushing back into her belly. The way they lewdly parted sent new tremors of carnal wantonness through her.

"Keep fucking. I love it sooo!"

"And I love you, Aunty. I love to love you. You're so much a woman. And you're tight, virgin tight. But you don't fuck like any virgin. You know all the right things to do."

His words sent her blood pressure soaring. She felt his cock tremble in her sheath. Her cunt pleaded with his prick for more. She had to be fucked hard and fast. Nothing else would satisfy her.

The words he hotly whispered in her shell-like ear pushed her passions to the breaking point. He loved her. He loved her body. He was fucking her because she was a damned good lay. And that coming from a teenager whose sexual experience was even greater than hers.

It was her nephew.

Incest.

The picture of his cock entering her cunt reflected in the minor.

His tongue in her ear.

The weight of his body pressing her tits down into her chest.

His cock dancing savagely in her cunt.

His hips went berserk. He started fucking her with all the fury of a dam breaking. Pistoning back and forth, his cock seared along her twat. His body was demanding. His cock thrust fiercely through the velvet-hung passage of her cunt and set her guts on fire. He was fucking her with all the strength in his youthful body.

She arched her back and took him even deeper into her quim. There was nothing she wanted more in the world than his meaty battering ram of cock smashing into her tender cunt.

When he fountained out his cum, she took it all up her cunt. Her hungering cunt drank it, drop by drop, spurt by spurt. Her hips twisted and turned so that be could corkscrew into her twat. She received the full force of his fucking. Her cunt was ablaze with lust.

She came.

Her universe spun wildly around her in a mixed-up picture puzzle of delight. The minor, her cunt, his red cock slipping into her twat, the table, her boobs pressing against his chest, the pussy lips lewdly smiling at his prick fucked through them, the fire surging through her arteries and blasting into her brain.

The climax was fabulous. The sexual pressures that had built up in her body were eased. She was sated for the moment. She still couldn't take her eyes off the minor, though.

Watching as his cock slid out of her cunt was nothing less than a miracle. Seeing it happen made her excited anew. She wanted to fuck some more but knew it couldn't be with her nephew. He was totally depleted.

She sighed and then smiled at him. He grinned back and quietly went in search of his discarded jeans. Lynn knew this arrangement between them was to her benefit.

Seeing the young teenager leave the room, she wondered if he really got off on balling before an audience or not.

But what did it matter?

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"I'm a bit disappointed in our kid, Dolly," said Dan Martin. "The place doesn't look like a disaster area. And the neighbors said they only had to call the cops once before the party broke up. What's this younger generation coming to?"

"I suppose Lynn put a stop to it," Dolly said, her voice almost accusing.

"Damn right I did," snapped Lynn. She blushed, realizing exactly what she'd said. Never before had she swore in front of her sister or brother-in-law. She hoped they didn't think anything was amiss. That would ruin her plans totally.

"Spoilsport," Dan said. "Still, it's more or less what we left you in charge for. As long as they didn't start smoking dope or anything like that, I didn't mind what the hell they did."

"I kept them in place," Lynn said, her voice slightly dreamy. She remembered the places Carey had been up her ass and her cunt. And the places she'd been were just as much fun. Watching Sheryle get her butt fucked after the fellatio with the stud sporting the nine-inch boner had been a turn-on. And letting Joanne stick her tongue up her cunt and returning the favor by eating the girl out. Oh, she'd been places she'd never been before.

"Is anything wrong, Lynn?" asked Dolly. "You had the strangest look on your face. The kids didn't do anything really vile, did they?"

"Oh, no. Nothing like that. I was just thinking back to when we were young. Parties like this never happened."

"The hell they didn't," said Dolly. "You just never went to any of them. And from the sound of this party, it could have been a milk and cookies affair." She sighed, shoulders slumping a little. It was obvious she had secretly hoped Carey would be able to uncork with a ripsnorter of a party.

If she only knew!

"I assure you, Dolly, that none of the kids did anything I wouldn't personally do," Lynn primly said.

"Damn," muttered Dan under his breath, Lynn only smiled, the corners of her mouth dancing. It was obvious her difference in attitudes on things sexual didn't show. She'd been afraid they would. Not really knowing what to expect, she'd feared the worst. They wouldn't brand her with a red "A" or anything like that she hadn't committed adultery but what she had done was pretty wild.

For her.

She had to keep reminding herself the teenagers were a lot more sophisticated than she'd imagined. And the tricks they'd shown her! All Dan and Dolly knew about was the single party when the cops came out. They hadn't heard about the other, quieter, parties.

Nothing but one giant sex orgy!

Changing the subject, Lynn asked, "And how was your second honeymoon?"

"Better," said Dan. "We weren't nervous newlyweds this time. We had one hell of a good time fucking our brains out." He looked at his sister-in-law for a reaction. His eyebrows raised a little when she not only didn't blush, but actually smiled.

"That's nice. Now, if you will excuse me, I've got to go look into some things." She pushed her chair back from the dinner table and left.

As she was going from the room, she heard Dolly saying. "She seems different, but damned if I know how."

Dan replied: "I agree. There's something, but it's nothing I can put my finger on. Maybe she likes playing the martinet with the kids."

Lynn smiled even more broadly. Not the martinet. The tyrant role wasn't her style at all. The spy was. She quickly, quietly moved to the back and slipped along the fence. In the far corner of the back yard was a dense blackness created by a few shade trees. This time of year, they were in full bloom and the soft ground underneath wasn't visible from the house.

But she knew exactly where to look and for what.

The voices came to her, "I love you with all my life, darling. Never have I loved anyone more."

"Not even your aunt?"

"Hell, no. That's different. You're my age. And you're agile. The way your pussy clings to my cock as I stuff it in..."

"Talk, talk, talk, that's all you ever do," came Joanne's voice.

"How's this?"

"Ummm, that finger up my cunt is nice. It makes me feel sexy. But I want something else up there."

"You're juicy enough. Your cunt seems to be begging for my cock."

"It is. I am."

"Then spread those lovely legs and let me in!" Lynn moved silent as a ghost and saw the two white forms in the darkness. Her nephew was gliding between the widespread legs if his girlfriend. She was pulling her legs up and putting them over his shoulders. The woman didn't see how the girl could do it until she remembered she was athletic, a cheerleader.

"So how am I supposed to fuck you?" he demanded. "Your legs are pressing me back."

"Just like you're doing a pushup. Your cock'll come right to home base. Try it."

He did and immediately both sighed loudly.

Lynn could see everything. His cock drove straight and true-into the brown patch of her bush. He doubled her up with every downward stroke. But she guessed he was penetrating the girl's body farther than would have been possible in any other position.

She loved watching the two of them fuck. They were so good together. It was like poetry the way they flowed, the way their bodies mingled. Seeing his cock vanish between the pink sex lips was the most erotic thing the woman could ever think of.

She noticed that her hand was straying down to her own crotch. Lifting her dress, she quickly went to her new panties the crotchless ones. Her fingers slipped easily between the lace ruffles and all the way up her twat.

Safely surrounded by the juicy warmth of her cunt, she began wiggling the fingers around. The velvet softness of her pussy walls stimulated her. Seeing the two fucking made her even more aware of her own body.

She knew what it was like getting that long cock into her twat. A finger wiggled and rolled around to give her a twinge of delight. A second finger joined the fist. Her cunt was filling up.

It was filling up just like the teenaged girl's was tut hers was getting meaty, throbbingly alive cock. The sight of that shaft disappearing into her cunt made the woman's breath come hot and heavy.

She heard the soft voices, "Fuck me harder, deeper! I love the way it's going in!"

"Harder? Damned if I can! I'm at the limit. But for your tight little pussy, I'll try."

And he did. She saw his naked hips flash white in the darkness, almost blurring as they moved with lightning speed. The friction he was building up in the girl's twat must be pushing her toward orgasm. There was no way her young body could endure more of this frenetic fucking. He was shoving it to her as fast as he could.

The friction would be burning her cunt walls. Her body twitched in response. The little clit was poking its head up to see what was happening. It received attention. A lightning blast of searing sexual electricity surged into her body.

Faster and faster came the cock. Body coated with a thin sheen of sweat, the youth was doing his damnedest to give the girl the fucking of her young life.

A third finger joined the other two up the woman's twat as she watched. Her tits were cruelly imprisoned in a bra. A hand reached under one of the cups and found an aroused nipple. Fingers in her cunt working back and forth, another pressing into her nipple, she was feeling weaker and weaker in response.

The sight of the two screwing should have been enough to get her off. Now she needed more, lots more.

The stabs of delight lancing into her chest came from tweaking her own nipples. The little spire of sensitive flesh was hardening like a marble under her fingers. As more and more blood pounded into her tits, the nipple expanded. So did her boobs. They felt like they would explode.

Still she needed more. She was becoming a greedy bitch.

She had to hear every single thing being said. She edged closer, her fingers never leaving cunt or tit.

"My guts are on fire! It's your cock doing it. Every time you go in, it sets off a chain reaction. I feel like an atomic bomb getting ready to explode!"

"And I'm the trigger. Is this the fuse? My cock?"

He rammed harder. He knew his aunt was watching. He had to do everything just right. Knowing she was out there added power and resolve to his lovemaking. He wanted to bring the gid off as fact and many times as possible. He felt obligated.

When she came, it was all he could do to keep his own jism held tightly in check. Her cunt convulsed and squeezed down mightily on his huge cock. He kept fucking.

She moaned out, "You're such a man. And your cock! It's filling me up! All my innards are filled with your meat!"

"You like it, huh? Your cunt's just the right size small. And you're super. The way you excite me is beyond words."

His hips continued pumping. He felt his prick vanishing into the girl's aunt time and again. His shoulders pressed her knees firmly into her tits. He knew that was getting her oft too. Faster and faster, he fucked. He set off another climax in the young girl's body.

"UNNNGGH! Oh, shiiit!" she moaned. "I... I just can't stand it!" Tears ran down her face. But she demanded more. "Please, oh, ummm, I want all your fantastic cock!"

The watching woman had to lean against a tree. Her legs had turned to rubber. Her teenaged nephew had brought the girl off three times now and still she was begging for more. His thick cock continued to appear and vanish like magic from the gripping cunt.

A cunt no tighter than her own. The fingers started stroking in and out of her twat. The strength she had left in her body vanished. She was shoving her fingers in and out with the same speed he was fucking the girl. She could imagine herself in the teenager's place, her legs doubled, up, pressing into her voluptuous tits.

It would be Heaven. The cock between her legs, driving hard, would be a part of it. The youth's nearness, the tender words he continually whispered hotly, would be still another part. The way her legs rubbed and stimulated the nipples would be a definite turn-on.

It would be his pussy-pleaser, though, that the big thrill would come from. She could imagine what it would be like. Her labia parted for his hearty fucking. The tender flesh would be drawn into her cunt from the size of his prick. And when he came out, she would squeeze down with her stomach muscles to hold him back.

She'd fail. The inner oils leaking from her pussy would betray her. His cock would leave except for the purpled crown. That would keep her sex lips wide, twitching with need. And then he would fuck into her again.

His cock would come rushing up her soft cunt like a freight train. There would be no stopping it. The friction would erotically burn the entire length. It would feel as if he would go through the top of her head.

And her tits! They'd be crushed by her legs. Ankles high in the air over his shoulders, he'd be driving into her tightly stretched, vulnerable, wanton pussy.

She came.

Biting her lower lip kept her from crying out loud. When she opened her lust-glazed eyes, the boy was still fucking the manhole of his girlfriend.

From, the way his body was twitching and bucking, she knew it wouldn't be long before he got his rocks off.

"Keep cumming, darling, I just love it when you do," he muttered.

"Keep that prick of yours coming!" she shouted.

Fingers still up her twat, fingers on her tit, the boy's aunt was getting herself primed for another orgasm. Watching was sexy. Masturbating to climax got her off like a rocket blasting for the moon. Somehow, it was more intense, more exciting, getting off like this.

She watched and kept her eyes on the spot where the teenager's cock speared hard into the girl's cunt. He was fucking her faster and faster. She thought she could see his cock gowing in preparation of his cumming. She wasn't sure.

She had to keep watching, fingers diddling wildly.

Aunt Lynn had a deal with her nephew. She could watch if he could ball her later.

She didn't know which turned her on the most. But right now, watching the couple fucking was good enough.

Later? She'd have to see.

THE END

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