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Robert Vickers: Peeping aunt

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And Joanne had answered, "As long as you get buried rocks deep up my cunt, what do I care?"

The small snippet of conversation had repulsed Lynn, but not as much as her mention of Roxbury Lane to Dan one evening at the dinner table.

"I think it's perfectly terrible what goes on up there on Roxbury Lane," she asserted.

To her immense surprise, Dan had agreed. "Yeah there's even a conservationist group getting upset over it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, seems all the kids go up there every Saturday night and knock a piece off!"

He laughed long and loud at his crude joke. Lynn had actually found herself blushing.

Now, as she walked along the dirt road leading up the mountainside, she wondered what actually did go on up at the top of the mountain. There must be a decent view of the city. She didn't have to see it to know that. This was the highest point around town. After dark, the view would be spectacular.

Puffing from the exertion of the climb, she reached the top. The view was breath-taking. The city lights were like gems dropped from the hand of a drunken giant. Reds and greens and whites and yellows burned against the black velvet of the night.

But that wasn't all there was to see up on top of the mountain at the end of Roxbury Lane.

There were cars parked all over.

And not a single head could be seen in any of them.

Lynn wasn't sure what to do. Then, when she heard heavy breathing coming from the nearest car, she carefully sidled forward. On the front seat were two dark forms passionately locked in an embrace. From the way the person on the bottom was grunting and moving, it didn't take much imagination to guess what was going on.

Lynn doubted the girl was losing her virginity. Not from the way she was talking.

"Fuck me harder, damn you, you sonofabitch! I want to feel your prick deep in my cunt. Deeper, dammit!"

And the dark outline sprawled on top had grunted in response, his hips beginning to slam wetly down into the exposed crotch. Lynn could guess what it would be like. The boy's feet were pressed hard against the door for leverage. The girl was sliding slowly across the vinyl seatcovers.

There wasn't much way he could bury his cock in her without driving her head into the door of the car.

Fucking in an auto demanded more desperation than anything else.

She floated away, quiet as a ghost. The next car held a surprise for her. She almost bolted and ran when the domelight came on.

Hiding behind a tree, she was able to look into the now lighted car's interior and see fully everything that was going on. It shocked her.

A very pretty redhead vanished and went down the front of the boy's opened shirt. The saliva from her licking gleamed brightly in the light. Lynn moved a little and was able to look in the side window. It was as she expected.

The redhead was sucking the teenager off. The wet, slurping noises were ghastly, obscene. She shuddered, thinking about the taste of a man's cock in her mouth.

The way it would twitch and jerk with pleasure as she licked along it. The soft skin stiffening as she sucked harder and harder. Her cheeks would go hollow as the vacuum increased. The way it pressed against her lips was sensuous, told her of the man's passion for her.

She thought of it and felt a tingle surge into her body. To have a man's cock all for her own! To have it to fondle, stroke up and down, then stuff into her mouth.

First the purpled crown would disappear between her ruby lips. Then she would tease and torment the sensitive tip with her rough, wet tongue. Swirling and rolling around, she would make sure he was as strung out sexually as possible before sucking in another inch of his prick.

When that vanished into her mouth, she would compress her lips into a tight "O" and really suck. Maybe she'd use her tongue at the same time to run around the broad head so near. Maybe she'd just let his cockhead rest in the cradle of her tongue.

But when she sucked in the next inch of his prick, she'd use her teeth. Not to hurt but to stimulate. Dragging the hard white teeth along the sides of his already sensitive shaft would push his endurance to the limit. Her lips would soothe any hurt and her tongue would stroke and caress, letting him know how much she loved the taste of his cock.

When the rubbery tip bounced off the roof of her mouth, she'd swallow. There wouldn't be any problem taking all his cock down her throat. She could suck cock with the best of them. She'd be known as the best Goddamn cocksucker around.

Lynn shook herself out of her little fantasy when the voice of the boy in the car came drifting out to her, "Keep sucking, honey, I'm almost ready to cum!"

The redhead reared up and almost snarled, "Not yet, dammit! Not yet! I want more of your cock! More, do you hear!"

She dived back down to his lap and loud sucking noises filled the air again. The boy started moaning softly, his hands lacing through the strands of red hair fluttering all over his lap. He began guiding her head up and down in the motion he desired most.

Face fucking her. He was face fucking her, Lynn realized. What it would be like having a man's cock sailing in and out of her mouth?

She could taste the tiny drop of pre-cum bead at the pin-prick hole at the head. Her tongue would sweep that away. And the force on the back of her head would keep her head bouncing up and down, the cock sailing in and out of her mouth.

Lips pursed, she would take all he had to offer. He was big around, almost too big to get into her mouth. Jaw muscles aching, she sucked harder when she felt the telltale twitch of his prick.

She barely had time to get ready for the torrents of tasty cum blasting into her mouth. Salty, tangy, she savored every drop. Sucking harder, she wanted to milk him of every last gob of jism. She didn't want to leave anything trapped in the hairy sac of his balls.

Lynn shook her head and realized she was sucking on her own hand. The salt taste was sweat; she was perspiring heavily as she watched the redhead giving the stud in the car a blowiob.

How she envied that redheaded bitch!

But no self-respecting girl should be coming up here to give head. She should be ashamed of herself.

But when she sat up, cum dribbling down her chin, the look on her face was anything but shame. There was a contented look, the cat who'd eaten the canary smile. A pink tongue looped out and snared out of the droplets of jism trickling across her chin.

She sucked it into her mouth and smiled lewdly.

"Got any more where that came from?" she said. From the way she reached down, Lynn was sure she was massaging the boy's balls.

He smiled and kissed her. Lynn was totally revolted. The boy was obviously thrusting his tongue into her mouth in an attempt to get his own jism back. Their mouths were locked together for a long time until, panting, the girl broke it off.

"Wow, you're more of a tiger than I thought. And something else is beginning to roar, too." She glanced down at his lap.

Lynn was sure the teenager had a hard-on again.

She closed her eyes and leaned back against a tree, picturing what that hard-on would look like. The angry red cock would be dancing around in the circle of the girl's slender fingers, a purple crown impudently stuck on top. The big blue vein would be pulsing in lust. And his entire prick would be covered with saliva from the recent blowjob.

Lynn licked her lips, thinking how nice it would have been to get that prick for her very own. But she quickly pushed all thoughts of that from her mind. It was better watching such perverted things than actually doing them.

Still, her curiosity was getting the better of her. What other evil, dirty things might be going on? That redhead seemed to be a really foxy chick, one with nothing but sex on her mind.

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