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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.