"Peeping aunt" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vickers Robert)

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.