Frank Brown: Naughty voyeur aunt

The couple giggled shyly, waved, and sat down at the other end of the pier to dangle their bare feet in the water and to neck and smooch.

Jessica turned back to her view of the mountains across the lake. As much as she would enjoy watching them make out, she didn't want to disturb them by openly gawking. Besides, she'd seen enough of their bedroom antics in the last few days to provide her with enough memories for a year's worth of hot fingerfucking. They'd been fucking so much that Jessica wondered how either of them had the strength to walk, especially the girl. Jessica smiled. The girl had been walking with a sort of waddle, a waddle she was obviously trying to hide.

The young couple had been trying out new fuck positions this morning. He had fucked her doggie-style, and she had sat on his cock while he'd lain on his back, and she'd fucked him with lust-glazed eyes and her head sensuously nodding. Last night, she had finally dared to taste his cock, and he'd shoved his tongue up her cunt, and they'd sixty-nined for over an hour, munching and slurping at each other's hot crotches until Jessica had tired of watching them. The girl had come repeatedly, and the boy had seemed intent on making her come as many times as he could.

Ah, to be young again! Jessica thought.

And to learn the joys of fucking all over again! She'd had her own first sex experience as a teen girl – at least the first experience that she could remember. It was at a pajama party at a girlfriend's house, attended by a half dozen girls. After the lights had been turned out, all the girls stripped off their pajamas, climbed into the same bed, and rubbed against each other until ecstatic breathing filled the air of the bedroom, along with the sweet smell of six wet young cunts. Jessica couldn't remember how many orgasms she had experienced that night, but she'd experienced several, as had the other five girls. And on that night she'd gotten her first taste of cunt, and discovered how good it felt to rub wet pussies and stiff clits together with other girls.

That night had been the beginning of a long, full sex life for Jessica. Thirty years had passed since that night, and not a day had gone by when she hadn't experienced at least three orgasms, and, more often than not, sex. For Jessica couldn't think of anything she loved more than sex.

Her goal in high school had been to suck and to fuck every boy in the school, and she almost succeeded in doing so. In college, she made the rounds of the dorms and the athletic teams, engaging sometimes in gang fucks in which she was the only female and therefore the center of attention. Ah those were the days!

And after college had come her modeling career. For over ten years she had been the sweetheart of the mens' magazines, the girlie magazines arid the porn movies. She'd learned that she loved showing herself off. Sometimes, with her legs spread and her cunt pulled wide apart and a camera lens just inches from her naked crotch for a close-up of her hot wet cunt meat, she would shudder with a spontaneous orgasm, an orgasm brought on by the sheer excitement of displaying herself. And in the porn movies, while she was being fucked or while she was sucking cock, she never had to pretend an orgasm, for her orgasms came fast and repeatedly.

Jessica had been lucky. She lived a life of pleasure, and she'd been paid well for it. And five years ago, when Roland Grant had sought her out after seeing her in the porn movies, she had hit the jackpot. She became his private pleasure-toy. He found her such a turn-on that he put her in his will, bequeathing her Lake Lodge and two million dollars.

And then, in a sudden mountain storm, on his way back to the lodge from a business trip, he had perished in a helicopter crash. It was the only tragedy Jessica had ever been forced to face, but her pain was eased considerably when she learned that two million dollars and Lake Lodge were hers.

And so, for the last four years, she'd lived here at the lodge, running it herself because she enjoyed doing so, and because it brought her into closer contact with the guests – and because she could keep a very close eye on things.

The lodge, with its three stories and its thirty guest rooms, was a voyeur's paradise. Like the bridal suite, each of the other twenty-nine rooms was equipped with a huge two-way mirror and an adjacent private viewing chamber. Roland Grant, an obsessive voyeur, had designed the lodge to watch to his obsession, and Jessica had caught the obsession from him. She traveled rarely now, simply because she couldn't bear to miss all the fucking at the lodge.

Jessica felt the vibrations of footsteps on the pier and she turned around once again. The teenage newlyweds had stood up and were padding off the pier and toward the lodge, the boy's hand massaging his bride's wiggling ass, which was wiggling in a somewhat ungraceful manner due to her slightly waddling walk.

They can't stop fucking for very long, can they? Jessica thought. I wonder what new position they're going to experiment with now.

Giving the couple time to enter the lodge lobby, she finally got up, stretched, and strode toward the lodge. Her cuntlips rubbed together, tingling with a sexy itch, lubricated by her hot cunt juices. Her huge tits wobbled, her red bikini tit-cups hardly covering her big nipples.

The men in the lobby caught their breaths as she passed by them, and Jessica smiled her appreciation for their attention.

The senator and his daughter had been staying in Room 208 for the last three days, but Jessica hadn't yet looked in on them. The senator, a man in his late forties, and graying at the temples, appeared much too respectable for Jessica to bother with. Besides, they spent little time in their room. The senator was a nature-lover and backpacker, a Teddy Roosevelt type, and his hiking and mountain climbing exploits were well publicized. The senator and his daughter had taken a day-long hike on every day of their stay thus far, and Jessica couldn't imagine the robust and clean living senator and his young daughter doing anything but sacking out on their separate beds after each of their vigorous hikes in the mountains.

Jessica decided to peek in on them simply because it was her habit to check out each of her guests at least once during their stay at the lodge. She expected to see nothing more extraordinary than an exhausted middle-aged man sacked out on one bed and his equally exhausted young daughter sacked out on the other, both probably still fully dressed, hiking boots included.

Jessica let herself into the viewing chamber adjacent to Room 208 and was surprised to find the senator's bedroom empty. Father and daughter had entered their room only a minute ago. Jessica switched on the private intercom and listened intently.

She heard girlish giggling and the sound of the shower. They were in the bathroom – at least the daughter was. The girl shrieked, and then Jessica heard the deep laughter of the senator. He was in there with her.

Jessica sat down and waited, anxious to find out what was going on. I should have guessed, she thought. After all my experience with people, I should have guessed. Any man as supposedly clean-living and revered as the senator had to be putting on a front. The senator was just too good, too perfect, a veritable saint in the eyes of his fundamentalist Christian constituents. Jessica shook her head in the dark, listening and waiting.

The senator and his daughter made their appearance five minutes later. The teen, her plump little pussy of pubic hair, her tits large enough to jiggle when she walked, came flying out of the bathroom and jumped onto the larger of the two beds. She landed face-down on the mattress and wiggled her naked body as if she were trying to burrow down into the bed. The senator, his hairy and slightly drooping body as naked as the girl's, pranced out of the bathroom behind her, his fat cock half hard and wagging. He stood beside the bed, grabbed one of the girl's pink feet, and started tickling it.