Frank Brown: Naughty voyeur aunt

"I'm gonna come pretty soon. I'm gonna squirt it into you."

The girl sighed, her hips rocking. "Oh, do it! Do it! I wanna feel it squirt!"

"You come too. You come with me. I wanna feel your cunt coming. I wanna feel it suck."

"It's sucking now, darling. Every time you shove your thing in and out, my cunt sucks."

"Oh, God, does it! Let's come, Laurie! Now!"

"Mmm, let's!"

The young couple increased the rhythm of their fucking. Jessica heard the squishing of cock in cunt. She saw blood-tinted cuntjuice dribble from the girl's cock-stuffed cunt and leak down over her bottom and between her asscheeks. Jessica moaned, longing to lick that cute pink pussy, hungry to taste the cunt juice flavored with the blood from the girl's ruptured cherry. She wished she could suck that musky teenage ass, that she could drive her tongue into the young bride's tight little shit hole. And then she would move up and lick the boy's hairy asscrack, and she'd suck on his bloated young balls as they slapped at the girl's exposed bottom, and she'd try to get a taste of his cock as it fucked in and out of the pussy. And when they came, she would ram her tongue up the boy's asshole, licking at the contracting wails of his bunghole and stimulating his pulsing prostate gland as he pumped his hot jism into his young bride.

Jessica grabbed her clit and twisted it, as if by doing so, she could draw some of the hot aching itch out of her cunt. But twisting on her clit only increased the heat in her pussy.

"Come, you two!" she moaned. "Oh, God, come now!"

The couple froze, backs arched, mouths gaping, eyes rolled back. Their hairy young groins appeared fused, the boy's cock buried to the hilt inside the girl. They maintained this statue-like pose for a moment, then melted into each other, bodies shuddering, skin prickled with goose bumps, loins contracting with spasms.

The boy gushed his virginal cum into his new bride, letting out a cry that Jessica could hear through the mirror as well as through the intercom. "Awwwwwwwww!"

"Shoot it, honey!" the girl said in pained tones. "Oh, give it to me!" Her upturned bottom twitched, her pink asspucker throbbing. Cum and pussy juice bubbled out of her cunt, squeezed out of her by her lover's plunging prick.

Jessica leaned forward, her mouth open, her tongue lapping at the air. If only she could lick that little chick's juicy ass! If only she could taste the mingled cum and pussy juice bubbling out of her! Oh, heaven! What pleasure! What ecstasy!

She rammed all five digits of her right hand into the seething wetness between her thighs, twisting her hand as her cunt engulfed her fingers and thumb. She tore at her burning sex-flesh, stretched the sizzling cuntmeat mercilessly.

"Ohhhhh, God!" Her vision blurred as another orgasm overwhelmed her pussy.

In the adjacent room, the young couple writhed, grinding their spasming sex organs together in mutual ecstasy, grunting and moaned as orgasm gripped their virginal loins. The boy jerked with each explosion of his cum into his young wife. The girl accepted each forceful spurt of jism into her pussy with a jerk of her own, grunting and cooing all the while.

"It feels so good!" The girl moaned. "Oh, darling!" She twisted her brunette head on the pink satin bedspread, her spasming young husband clamped in her arms and legs, her pretty toes clenched to the balls of her feet.

The boy's long, body undulated, writhed with pleasure, his loins grinding between his young wife's legs, his prick plunging in her crotch and pumping jism into her cunt. "Ohhh, sweetheart!"

Jessica threw herself back in her leopard skin easy chair, her legs wrapped around each other, her fist clamped between them, her fingers buried in her pussy. Her private viewing chamber had filled with the scent of cunt, the fumes heavy enough to make her woozy. As her orgasm surged throughout her naked body, she panted loudly, her big tits heaving, her fat nipples erect and tingling.

"Wonderful!" she muttered. "Just wonderful!" And she said a silent thank you to Roland Grant, the rich man who had willed her this lodge with its secret viewing rooms and its idyllic setting in the mountains.

And then she remembered Maxine's phone call, and she remembered that the three teens would be coming up to visit in another week. I wonder what they're like now? She thought. Almost grown up. Bucky and the twins would be teenagers now. She began to consider in what rooms she would put them up.

In the room next door, the young couple was kissing.

Due to the recession, there was also a shortage of summer guests at the lodge this year, which was a pity, for this had been the sunniest summer in the four years since Jessica had taken over Lake Lodge. Jessica lamented the shortage of guests not because she was losing money – she didn't need the money because Roland Grant had willed her enough in cash to keep her living high for the rest of her life – but she lamented the small turn-out of guests because she loved people, loved playing hostess to them, loved watching them, whether they were aware that she was watching them or not. She had always been an extrovert and a voyeur, and for Jessica, that meant the more people around, the better.

Well, at least the kids are coming, she consoled herself. She was sitting on the end of the lodge pier, her feet dangling in the clear lake water, her skin warmed by the intense mountain sun. Thought it was early August, the air at this altitude was nippy, and the sun felt like a loving warm hand caressing her richly tanned skin. The lake water was cool but bearable near the surface, but if she were to plunge her feet down a few feet, it would freeze her toes. She stretched, tilting her head back, her eyes closed. She felt a wicked urge to strip off her red bikini, but she knew that some of the guests in the lodge might not appreciate the sight of a completely nude woman posing in view of their rooms. She opened her eyes and gazed across the lake at the mountains.

She'd first seen those snowy peaks that ringed the lake on a morning much like this morning, five years ago. Roland had brought her up here the previous night, and she hadn't realized what a spectacular place he had brought her to until she had awakened the next morning and had glanced out the window of the bridal suite on her way to the bathroom.

Heaven, she had thought. I've died and gone to heaven.

At that moment, Roland awoke. "Hey, baby, come here."

"I've gotta piss, Roland."

"Good." Roland – all six feet of him, with his hairy chest and his rippling abdomen, with his football-player's thigh's and calves, with his muscular feet and hands, with his cock and balls of a stud bull – accompanied her to the bathroom, his warm hand on her lower back, his middle finger sliding up and down her asscheek. "You walk real pretty. I love your ass, baby."

In the bathroom, she squatted over the toilet, held apart her cuntlips, and let her piss hiss out.

Roland, on his hands and knees, pressed his face close to her crotch so he could watch. Among the many unusual pleasures Roland enjoyed, watching her piss turned him on. Jessica, even though she'd known Roland for six months now and had learned more kinky things about him than she could recount without a great deal of thought, still found herself somewhat embarrassed, somewhat shocked, as she squatted there over the toilet with millionaire Roland Grant sniffing her piss stream. For Roland Grant was more than rich – he was a football hero a former NFL superstar, and a personal friend of important politicians.

"Mmm, let me taste your piss," Roland said, and he fastened his hot mouth to her crotch and sucked the piss out of her.

When she could piss no more, he thrust his tongue up into her pussy, causing another kind of warm juice to leak out of her cunt, which he sucked up and swallowed hungrily. He pulled his face away from her crotch and smiled up at her, his handsome jaws shiny with her pussy juice, a few of her dark pubic hairs stuck to his lips.