Robert Vickers - Peeping aunt

But in the mirror, there she could see it all.

His cock came between the twin pillars of her sister's legs and vanished up her twat. The sandy hair of her pussy mound was almost invisible in the dim light, but the ugly red cock wasn't. And the grinning lips it was being thrust between were more than obvious. They were obscenely spread in wanton invitation.

When her sister lifted one milky white leg over her husband's, this opened her snatch up even more fully to his exploration. His hip movements stayed the same but he was going deeper and deeper up her quim with each thrust.

Lynn could see it all. There, reflected in the mirror, was the sight she longed for to happen to her. A man's cock entering from behind. It would spread wide her soft asscheeks. She could feel the throbbing length of prick push wide her rear and then slide along her sex gash.

Cunt juices would leak out and ooze onto the length of his cock. And then, properly greased, it would go up her twat.

A shiver raced up her spine and she moaned aloud. She bit her lower lip when she realized the couple inside might hear her. They didn't. They were too busy fucking each other.

Fucking each other, Dan using slow, easy strokes to get into her quim. Every time she lifted her leg a little higher, it was reflected in the minor so the woman outside could see.

Pink pussy lips were pushed to the limit to take the thick staff of cock going up that leaking twat. The way it would spilt her, make her feel like a woman, send electric tremors all through her being, delighted the woman.

Her hand rubbed over her snatch. Lifting her skirt, she felt her already soggy cotton panties. Fingers slid under the rim of one leg band and found their way into an already overflowing cunt.

As she watched the slow-motion fucking in front of her, she imagined herself in the bed, the cock going in and out of her manhole. Her cunt begged for it. She felt so hollow inside. Empty, wanting, she had to have that prick slipping in and out, fucking her, making her warm to the rhythmic screwing that would turn her on the most.

There was no need to rush it. They had all night. She could feel the cock driving hard up inside her, dancing around with a lusty dance. It was desire, desire for her that caused it to jerk and buck like that in her hot scabbard.

Lifting her leg tightened her cunt. It collapsed around the cock entering her from between her asscheeks. The warmth, the closeness, the feel of the anus surrounding her, all added to her joy.

And the fingers on her nipples! They weren't gentle. Unlike the cock fucking her, the hands were rough, harsh. They mashed down her tits, ground them into her chest.

And she loved it!

She had to have more!

Lynn moaned aloud when she realized that there was a limit to the noise she could make. Guiltily looking inside, the couple was still at it. The hairy paw clamped ever the woman's tit was just as she imagined it would be. Heavy, punishing, fingers gripping the marble-hard nipple and tweaking.

She slowly lost herself to the fantasy it was her in the bed, her brother-in-law's cock in her cunt, his fingers diddling with her nipples. The way her tits felt, confined in their bra cups, she was sure they would explode like balloons overinflated. Excited blood pounded into them.

That same blood almost deafened her. The sound of the surf was in her temples. She almost missed the words drifting out from inside the room.

"I… I'm hot enough, love! Fuck me harder! Really fuck me!"

"I know you're hot. I can feel how hot you are… all around my cock!" came the answer.

But that set off a chain reaction in the room. His hands worked with greater force on her knockers. Crushing, molding, rotating the blobs of firm titflesh he mauled her chest.

Arrows of delight stabbed into her. And when the speed of his fucking picked up, she was hard pressed to keep her fingers driving up into her cunt to keep up. The woman was reliving every movement going on inside the bedroom.

How she longed for a cock in her needy cunt! The hours she'd driven herself mad with grief wanting to get laid.

This was the answer. She didn't have to cope with the animal-men who wanted nothing from her but a tight pussy. She could see how it should be, vicariously experience the ultimate human pleasure.

Faster and faster the cock seared into the cunt. She sighed, bucked her hips back to catch every thrust now. It was vanishing balls-deep up her cunt. The wet patch on the sheets spread, as sweat and cunt juice dribbled down. The two were bucking and thrashing around like they were possessed by demons. And they were demons of lust. They longed for each other's flesh. His cock surged all the way up her cunt. And his prick was massaged and stroked the entire distance by tight, clinging pussy walls.

They both climaxed at the same instant.

"Aiieeee!" echoed through the stillness of the night.

All the while they were frantically fucking, Lynn was masturbating. Her fingers were greasy from her love juices but she got off, too. She found her clit and began diddling it.

The lightning bolt of orgasm ripping through her body robbed her of all strength. Her legs collapsed under her. She weakly rested, back against the wall of the house, panting, body drenched in sweat, for long minutes.

Her euphoria turned to instant, cold-knot-in-the-stomach fear when she heard a voice directly over her head say, "I dunno, babe. Thought I heard something out here. Don't see anything, though. What? The hell you say. You couldn't do that!"

There was a muffled response Lynn couldn't hear, her ears plugged with fright.

Then: "Goddamn, you can do it! And damned if I'm not going to fuck you like that, too!"

The window slammed and the curtains hissed shut.

But Lynn limply sat outside the window for almost five minutes. It took that long for her to realize how close she'd come to getting caught spying on her sister and brother-in-law.

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.