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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.