Mark Carver - Auntie in the middle

She consoled herself by remembering both Jack and Sherry would be waiting for her when she got home. It was now nearing lunch recess, and the class was growing restless as Linda tried explaining the meaning of some poetry. She could understand their boredom. It was a beautiful sunny day outside, and almost any one of these healthy young kids would prefer to be outside, smoking grass or necking or possibly screwing in the woods nearby. That was the only kind of poetry they understood, and the voluptuous teacher could understand it herself now.

As Linda lectured, she wandered over to one of the windows. "Many people think Blake was a mystic," Linda said, "but in fact… in fact…"

Her voice trailed off as she stared down at the school lawn. A few students were already sprawled out there, eating lunch or smoking. And sitting with a girl was Jack and Sherry! And they were obviously smoking grass! Not that that was any great sin at this school. She watched Sherry pass the girl a reefer.

"Class dismissed!" Linda said abruptly. The students filed noisily out as the brunette continued to watch her nephew and niece, angry and curious at the same time. Maybe they just hungered for friendship, Linda told herself.

Maybe the moon was made of cheddar cheese too, she cynically mocked herself. Would the two of them try to pick up an obviously wholesome, innocent girl like that and get her in bed, and Linda peered more closely at the girl, wondering if she knew her. Oh Christ! thought Linda. It was Lisa Cunningham! The teacher lit a cigarette with sluicing fingers. Her father was a judge, one of the sternest bastards in the state. And easily the most powerful man in town.

Oh Jesus, thought Linda, the whip and the ropes and the gigantic dildo!

Were two mere kids like Jack and Sherry capable of such reckless craziness? Of course, she realized with fright. After what they'd done to her last night, she knew they were capable of anything. Hastily, Linda stubbed out her cigarette and hurried from the empty classroom, heading for the front lawn.

When she got there, all three of them had vanished.

The three of them walked cheerfully down the street in the blazing sunshine, the girl between Jack and Sherry. She had dark hair and enormous dark eyes, above a petite, tenderly-curved body. Lisa felt wonderfully exhilarated and high, not just from the pass, which was potent stuff, but from the fact that she'd made two wonderful new friends. Jack and his sister Sherry were so warm and friendly. The wide-eyed girl didn't make friends easily. She was too shy and timid, but these two had taken to her at once as she sat quietly by herself on the school lawn.

"Don't worry about cutting classes," Sherry told her, squeezing her hand tightly. "You won't get in trouble. Our aunt teaches English and she can cover up for you, Lisa. We'll just sit around the apartment and listen to records and smoke grass and shoot the bull. Okay, honey?"

Lisa nodded eagerly, glancing at Jack with a flutter in her heart. He was so handsome, in a wild sort of way.

The phone was ringing as they entered the apartment. Jack picked it up. It was Aunt Linda, and she sounded frantic.

"Jack, listen to me! Have you got Lisa Cunningham up there with you?"

How in the hell did she know? he though irritably. She'd seen them on the school lawn, obviously. He silenced the two girls at once by putting a finger to his lips.

"No, of course not," Jack lied easily. "I mean, we were just talking on the lawn, you know? Then we went for a walk around the block. I guess she's back in school or home or something. Why, Aunt Linda?"

A long, deep sigh of relief came over the phone. "I just thought – well, I had a crazy idea, that's all. Now you two kids behave yourself until I get home, understand? Then we'll have a party, the three of us. All right, darling?"

"Can't wait," Jack said, grinning as he hung up the phone. Sherry looked at him questioningly, but he narrowed his eyes at her in a warning. Lisa was much too polite to ask about the phone can, which didn't make sense to her anyway. She was, in fact, so high from the grass she'd barely listened to Jack.

Jack put a jazz record on, and the three of them sprawled on the carpet, smoking another reefer. "Give me fifteen minutes alone with her," Jack murmured in a low voice to his sister. "Go to the bathroom or something, Sis."

"Piss call," Sherry announced cheerfully as she left the living room. In the bathroom, Sherry began leafing through the magazine her aunt had brought home yesterday. In five minutes, she was so hot she had to fight the overpowering urge to go back to the living roam, rip Lisa's clothes off and rape her with her fingers and hungry mouth.

The moment Sherry left, Jack casually leaned over to the girl and began kissing her. Thrilled by the attention, Lisa responded eagerly. But when he tried to put his hand up her skirt, she pushed it away.

"I've never gone all the way," she whispered, half-ashamed.

A cherry! Jack thought with rising excitement. "Look, honey, don't be a square. You know, I really dig you, Lisa. Tell you what. You won't have to go all the way if you don't want, honey. Let's just go to the bedroom, take some of our clothes off and neck for a while, okay? I'll leave my pants on and you can leave your panties on. No harm in that, is there?"

The idea excited the girl. She'd necked topless before at a drive-in and it was terribly exciting. She loved to have boys fondle her breasts, as long as they kept their hands above her waist, or cunt. And if Jack kept his pants on, why it proved he was a gentleman, didn't it? By now, Lisa had the wonderful feeling she could trust Jack. His eyes were so serious, and his voice so sincere.

"Where will Sherry be?" Lisa asked, wide-eyed. "Right here in the living room. She can sort of chaperone us, you know, Lisa?"

Sherry was so warm and sweet and friendly, Lisa thought. Girls always stuck together against boys, anyway. Breathlessly, Lisa nodded. "All right, Jack. As long as we don't go all the way."

Jack grinned as he led the girl by the hand onto his aunt's bedroom. Christ, she's dumb, he thought. Or just innocent, the complete opposite of Sherry. From now on, when somebody said all the way to this chick, she'd really know what the phrase meant.

Even though Jack kept his pants on, it could barely conceal the fact that he had a tremendous hard-on. And his prick surged even hotter and bigger when Lisa stripped to her panties. She had a deep tan to her glowing soft skin, with the white outline of her bikini top leaving her small but beautifully curved tits a stark creamy hue in contrast. She was taller than Sherry and more slender, but infinitely ripe and sexy. He could see her dark curly pussy-balm beneath her sheer pink panties. She was so sexy in her glowing near-nakedness Jack was afraid he might come in his pants the first time.

But knowing she was a cherry he had no intention of wasting his load on anything but the this beauty.

"Just gotta go to the bathroom for a second," he told Lisa. In the living room, he turned the volume of the music way up to muffle her forthcoming screams. Then he went into the bathroom, where Sherry had already stripped and was now in a state of wild frustration as she drank in the lewd pictures of the magazine.

"She's a real honey," Jack told his sister, who couldn't keep her hands off his massively bulging crotch. "But so square I can't believe it. I got her down to her panties. Those we can rip off. Let's go tie her down, Sis. By the way, she's a cherry! How's that for luck?"

"Far out," Sherry said, her blue eyes glowing fiercely. "Listen, I want to eat her first before you tear her pussy up, okay?" Sherry licked her sultry mouth lasciviously. "My first cherry! Mmmmmmm!"

"What the hell am I supposed to do in the meantime?" Jack demanded angrily. "I'm so hot I could come all by myself. She's a real lush piece."