"It just isn't right," Josie argued. "Aunt Roslyn doesn't even know we're up here." Ronnie gave her a look of irritation. She wasn't surprised by her younger sister's protests. Just nagged.
"Don't be such a slug in the mud," she scolded, turning to the window again. Their bedroom overlooked the back yard and swimming pool. Ronnie could see her aunt talking to the young man who'd come to clean the pool. She had her hand on his shoulder now and was leaning forward slightly so that her big breasts threatened to break out of her skimpy red bikini. Roslyn was a tall, handsome woman. She'd kept her body together through the years and now though she was close to forty, she looked terrific. Her hair was somewhere between red and blond and she wore it long. When she had a couple of drinks in her Roslyn could get pretty wild. When she had a couple more she could border on the pornographic. Ronnie wondered how many she'd had this morning. The pool-cleaning boy looked a bit nervous. He kept glancing around like he expected a husband to break out of the house at any moment. This woman was really loaded and she was com ing on to him a little too hot and heavy for comfort. He had no need to worry. Evan Henderson was safely out of the way at his successful law office in Whittaker.
"I mean, Aunt Roslyn didn't invite us up here to spy on her," Josie kept on. She was pacing now. A bad sign, Ronnie remembered. Josie was the nervous type when it came to anything of a sensual nature.
"Oh come on, Josie. You won't go to hell for a little peek. All humans love to be voyeurs." Ronnie got her Nikon from the bed table and fit a telephoto lens into the camera body. Josie watched her with wide, innocent-blue eyes.
"You're not going to take a picture of her!"
"Just for my private collection. I am a photographer after all. At least that's what I want to be." Ronnie was well aware that her blond sister didn't approve of her choice of hobbies. Josie always accused her of invading other people's privacy… or worse. Ronnie aimed the Nikon at Josie just as she turned by a sunlit window. The shutter fluttered and Josie's white face reddened.
"There you go again!" she snapped.
"Oh get off it. You know you love to look at pictures of yourself." And it was true. Josie was a beauty and knew it. At eighteen her complexion was like milk. She had a smattering of freckles across her short nose but the rest of her was a creamy and delicate white. She had firm, high-riding breasts, just as white as the rest of her. Only the small nipples were tipped with pink. Pink the same color as the inner surfaces of her cunt. To Ronnie who had an olive complexion, her sister's skin was a wonder. She loved to take pictures of her with as little on as possible. Josie had a model's willowy body. But it was hard to get the shy blond to unpeel much more than her sunglasses.
Only once had Ronnie talked her into doing a semi-nude thing. And even then Josie had insisted on wearing her panties. Panties which were another source of teasing for Ronnie to draw on. Because Josie wore only pink panties trimmed with white lace. They were very delicate and feminine and each pair had her name embroidered into the sheer material. Ronnie had caught her without them only once. She'd surprised Josie while she'd been drying after a hot tub. The Nikon had clattered three times before the blushing blond had wrapped the towel around her and fled to the safety of the bathroom again. Ronnie wondered if her young sister ever touched herself. And though she guessed that Josie did, there was really no certainty. Josie was that private.
Today the pretty Josie had on a knee-length blue dress. She liked blue. Light blue, pastel blue, sometimes even a dark navy. And with her cornfed looks, her blond bangs that just cleared those turquoise eyes, the blue did dangerous things to her overall appearance. Dangerous for her. Josie seemed to be totally innocent of her latent sexuality. No, Ronnie thought. It wasn't even latent any more. Not since she'd gotten so leggy and lithe.
Ronnie had her aunt in the frame now. Roslyn had both hands on the boy. He looked like he might leap into the pool at any second. But the telephoto brought the crotch of his pants into clear focus. There was a bulge showing. Aunt Roslyn was obviously aware of it too.
"Oh this is neato," Ronnie gasped, clicking off a shot. She wound and refocused. Roslyn mussed the boy's hair and the Nikon snicked again, recording the moment for posterity. Josie came up and stopped glaring at Ronnie.
"There's something sinful about doing things that people don't know you're doing."
"Wrong." Ronnie gave her sister an exasperated look. "You do it all the time. I saw you watching that sailor kissing his girl in the park the other day."
"That's not the same thing."
"Like hell. And you sure were squirming a lot when he got his hand under her dress."
Josie was red-faced now. But then it didn't take much to make her blush. And the redness always showed up so well on her light skin.
"It was hot and I was sweaty. I hate to be sweaty."
Ronnie watched her aunt take the pool boy by the hand. She led him across the back yard toward the changing rooms that sat back in a little grove of small trees and bushes. From her second-story viewpoint, Ronnie could see them smiling. Roslyn hooked an arm around the young man's waist. They went into the changing rooms and the door shut behind them. Josie was still pacing when Ronnie turned from the window.
"Roslyn thought we'd left to go downtown. She didn't know you came back for your camera."
"And you came back to pee."
"Oh, it doesn't matter why we came back. We shouldn't have watched."
"Didn't it excite you just a little to see our very own aunt making up to that guy?"
"I don't want to talk about it!" Josie looked at the delicate gold watch on her wrist. "Why don't we go shopping now?"
"I might do a little scouting down on the grounds. Why don't you wait here?" Ronnie was ready for her when Josie flamed up.
"You have some kind of nerve! You mean you're going to try and peek in one of those windows of the guest house?"
"So you saw them go in there too?"
"I glanced out the other window," Josie admitted, somewhat shamefaced. Ronnie slung the Nikon strap over her shoulder and headed for the door. "Wait, Ronnie, are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Yep. And I bet you'll dig looking at my blowups when I get them developed."
Ronnie hurried downstairs and out the back door. It was easy to approach the guest house from the side. There was a small woods surrounding the place. She came up quietly to one likely-looking window, lifted her eyes over the sill and held her breath. Nothing. The bed was made, everything in its place. She circled the small house slowly until she found another window. This time she heard voices.
The boy, who wasn't really a boy, was sitting on the edge of the bed with his shirt off. His pants were undone in front and Aunt Roslyn had her hand down under his skivvies. They were kissing. Ronnie had to steady herself against the house as she watched. She was not more than ten feet away from the two, of them. She could even smell a suggestion of her aunt's light musk in the air that drifted out.
"Would you like to see them, Mark?" she asked, touching the skimpy cups of her bikini. The young man swallowed and told her with his eyes that he would very much like to see them. "You can take it off," she whispered.
Mark reached around Roslyn's body and trembling, managed to get the clasp undone. He let her tits push the bikini halter forward and then he peeled its wetness from Roslyn's flesh. Ronnie marveled at her aunt's firm build. For someone as old as she was, her big tits were remarkably high and healthy looking. Mark stared at the darkened nipples. Then Roslyn reached out to his head and pulled him slowly forward. His mouth went around one large areola and there was a sucking sound as he tongued it.
Ronnie watched her aunt throw her head back. Her large eyes closed and she had a look of happiness on her face. Her belly pulled in under her ribs and she rocked her curvy hips on the bed. From the tangle of his underwear, Ronnie could see Mark's cock jutting up. His glans was as smooth as the skin of a mushroom. A flame of pleasure jolted through Ronnie's body. Her breathing was uneven now and she could feel her nipples pressing against the silk of her blouse. She had tits almost as big as her aunt's rounded orbs. But her nipples were bigger. And Ronnie wondered if perhaps her brown nubs weren't more sensitive too. If someone like Mark had put his tongue against her like he was doing to Roslyn, Ronnie knew she'd have to scream.
Ronnie started to lift her camera to press the lens against the screen. But she knew she couldn't get off a shot without them hearing the shutter. They weren't making enough noise to cover her stealth.
Roslyn had her hands in the boy's skivvies again. She made him scoot up so she could slide his clothing down and over his knees. The guy had a nice bod. Ronnie pressed her thighs together and rocked her hips. She had roughly the same build as her aunt. Big, gracefully curved hips, mature thighs, nice calves. A full-blown bod. To go with her image, Ronnie painted her fingernails dark red and wore lipstick. Her dark hair looked best in a sophisticated European style that fell in loose curls over her shoulders. She tried to imagine herself doing what Roslyn was doing. She was sure that the young man would appreciate her as well.
"You're so nice to kiss," Roslyn breathed, lowering her head, Ronnie had to stifle a moan of excitement as she watched her aunt's tongue flick out over the engorged glans of Mark's cock. Immediately the dry crown was wet with hot spit. It glistened now and Ronnie was certain she could see it pulsing. Growing larger and then shrinking a little. Big and little, big and little. The rhythm got to her quickly. She rubbed a hand across her belly. Her blouse stuck to her sweaty skin. She was having a hard time getting her breath.
Maybe Josie was right, she thought. Maybe I shouldn't've come down here in the first place. But the Nikon hung expectantly at her wrist. She'd do almost anything to get a shot of all this. Ronnie had a small collection of what she called "little naughties". If she could catch her aunt going down on this young dude, she would have herself a big naughty.
Ronnie watched her aunt touch the young man's cock with both hands now. She held it firmly between her palms as she continued to lap at it like she might lick a huge lollipop. The spit smacked as she sucked it. She was beginning to tease him with her lips now. Every few seconds she'd actually wrap them around the bulging tip. Mark worked his ass around on the mattress as he stared with wonder at this lovely creature nursing at his big prick. Ronnie could almost feel what he must've been feeling. She stared, gaped at the succulent way Aunt Roslyn went after the heavy knob of meat that flared out from Mark's shaft. Then after much teasing she actually took that swollen part into her mouth. She looked up at bin with mock innocence as her tongue danced between the sensitive lobes on the underside.
Ronnie could see the muscles working under her aunt's chin. She knew that Roslyn was sucking the guy with her tongue. She knew exactly how to do it. And this was of great interest to Ronnie. She'd never sucked a man's cock. But she'd thought about it plenty.
"Ohhhhh," Mark moaned, his eyes closed, head loose on his shoulders. He reached out to pet the sides of Roslyn's face. She let more of his prick slide between her teeth. The side of her cheek bulged out. She lapped hungrily, her neck muscles working as she swallowed more saliva.
Ronnie couldn't believe it when her aunt dropped her head suddenly and took all but an inch of Mark's prick into her mouth. The guy was at least a seven-incher, Ronnie thought. And Aunt Roslyn wasn't even gagging. She was swallowing hard though and her tongue continued to work against the underside of the boy's shaft. He grunted and almost fell backwards on the bed. "Whhhuuuhh!" he sighed.
"Mmmmmmm!"
"God," Ronnie breathed, "I don't know how much more of this I can take." She lifted her heavy Nikon up to the windowsill and focused, a finger poised on the shutter release.
The two of them were making a pretty good racket now. She waited until Mark let out a shuddering groan and let the Nikon loose. Neither of them noticed the sound of the shutter and she lowered the camera to wind the film.
"Ohhhhh God, Roslyn," Mark grunted. She unmouthed him slowly and peered with a smile at her handiwork. Mark's prick was even larger than when she'd put it into her mouth. Ronnie was staring with big green eyes at his cock. It pulsed rigidly above the boy's light-brown pubic curls. His balls hung down heavily between his parted thighs. And as she watched, Roslyn stripped off her bikini bottom and climbed slowly up over they slim young man.
"Baby, I'm gonna eat you up now," she kidded, holding his stiff erection up as she knelt with her knees on either side of his chest. The two of them were facing slightly away from where Ronnie peeked. She could see everything and her body was responding likewise. At times like these going without panties was somewhat of an inconvenience. Her mound was dripping with juice. When she worked her hips back and forth a shiny hot trickle went down inside of one thigh. She was dying to put a finger in herself. A habit that had hung over from puberty. She could remember the first day a girlfriend told her that she had a hole up inside her. Ronnie had hurried home, closed herself in her bedroom and stripped. It had taken her only three tries to puncture her delicate hymen with a forefinger. Before the day was out she had three fingers going in and out of her pussy as she screamed with trembling delight.
But now her auntie was trying to get something quite a bit better than a finger up inside her. Ronnie watched as Roslyn steadied Mark's seven-inch cock and backed herself down onto it. The lips inside her mound were shiny with lubrication. As they contacted the glans of Mark's cock, they slipped easily around it. There was a wet, sucking noise as that crown-shaped knob sank into the hot velvet opening. Ronnie clapped a hand over her mouth as she watched her aunt roll her ass slowly, skewering herself inch by inch on that rigid thing. There was another sound, softer than the first. A rivulet of juice spilled from the edge of her aunt's pussyhole and Mark's cocktip disappeared.
"Jesus God!" Ronnie whispered. Mark was moaning and carrying on again and Roslyn bent down to kiss his mouth. They began to bite and claw at each other. Ronnie raised the Nikon to the window opening and let it record the event in full color.
"Ghhhuuuhh," Mark moaned as he tried to penetrate the soft animal that was gently sucking his cock into a tunnel of sweet, slick flesh. But Roslyn pulled her hips up, taking it away again. She laughed, kissed his chin and cheeks. Then with tantalizing movements she once again let her ass drop.
The stiff shaft buried itself deeper, deeper. Ronnie watched with fascination at the instinctive jerks Mark's hips made. He couldn't really keep still with his prick enveloped in all that hot pussymeat! It made her want to scream it was so damned exciting. And to think that all she had to go on was two somewhat dog-eared memories. Neither of them really all that good.
"But I know how it feels," she sighed, remembering the stiffness when a guy worked his cock into her. She lifted the hem of her dress now and dug unashamedly between the lips of her pussy. She was smoldering, dripping with sex. She touched her clit gingerly and then not so gingerly. The pink nubbin darkened with blood and pressed out of the hooded fold that protected it. Then Ronnie curled a middle finger up against the muscled vortex that was the beginning of her vagina. With her ups pulled back from her teeth, she speared her long nail into the wet heat. She smothered the cry on her lips, holding her breath until she had two fingers inside her pussy. Then her eyes focused on the scene on the bed.
Aunt Roslyn's ass rose and fell with a steady, grinding rhythm. She covered Mark's face with kisses and he tried to keep up. But it was obvious that her passion was taking him by surprise. She was ravishing him, kissing his small male nipples, raking her fingers over his chest and ass. Up and down her pelvis went, the big muscles of her thighs swollen out with excitement.
"You beautiful boy," she moaned, wiggling her pubes down against his abdomen. She straightened her legs out behind her now, worked them between Mark's thighs. He surrendered willingly. His own body was jerking and pumping but Ronnie could see that he was truly overwhelmed. And happy to go along with it. She rubbed her own slippery pussy with a steady in-and-out motion now. She'd forgotten about the Nikon. It dangled from one hand while she petted the feverish folds of her cunt with the other. She could feel her juices dripping down both legs now. Her ankles tickled where the drops clung before wetting the straps of her sandals.
"Ohhhhhh darling," Roslyn gasped, "Isn't it wonderful!"
"God… Goddamn!"
"Ohhh yess, just let me fuck you! You're so nice to fuck!" Roslyn covered Mark's mouth and it seemed she was sucking the breath from him as her ass went wild. She rose and fell, made sharp, jerky circles as she ground that flared glans into the deepest pockets of her pussy. Ronnie wondered how much the guy could take without coming. She knew just how little lovemaking a man could take. It seemed that all of them were on the verge of shooting their jizz… even before they got it in a girl.
And now her Aunt Roslyn had pinned Mark's wrists to the bed and was fucking him with her thighs pressed tightly together. Ronnie knew that doing this would make her pussy very tight around the young man's rigid prick. He would feel everything more intensely. The slick friction would be increased. It was inevitable. He would come. But it appeared that Roslyn knew what she was doing. By her heaving breasts and trembling asscheeks, Ronnie guessed that she was about to slip over the brim of paradise herself.
"Yeeeessssss!" Roslyn cried.
"Roslyn… I'm gonna do it. Is it okay if I…"
"Come, darling!" She bit at his shoulder. "Oh shoot your lovely cum inside me!"
The boy gave a strangled cry and the muscles in his belly flattened. Ronnie was having a hard time standing. She clung to the windowsill as she watched her aunt grind the spurts of seed up out of the handsome young man's body. She could almost count each time the hot stuff fountained inside Roslyn's body. Mark would shudder and choke on a scream. Then his fingers would clutch deeply into the flesh of Roslyn's ass, Ronnie could almost see his glans pushing into the mouth of Aunt Roslyn's womb as it boiled its creamy sap out.
"Ghhhaaaaa!" Mark cried, his body rigid. He was holding his ass up off the bed as Roslyn fucked him with frantic, careless movements now. She licked his chest like a bitch in heat. She rutted shamelessly, her swollen loins smearing slick juice against his hips and belly.
For an instant, Roslyn's wild movements caused Mark's cock to slip loose from her hole. Ronnie actually gasped as she saw the raw, red shaft, the bruised-looking glans. Mark's prick was shiny with juice and flecked with white strings of semen. Before Roslyn's trembling fingers could fit him back into her hot hole a fountain of jizz spattered against her thigh. Then her pussy devoured him again and she pumped violently in the final throes of her climax.
Ronnie staggered away from the window in a daze. She'd only gone down there on a lark. She hadn't expected to come upon anything quite so graphic as that! But now she knew that Aunt Roslyn's reputation was truly earned. There had been whispers through the family grapevine for years about Roslyn's appetite for paperboys and mailmen. No one ever hinted to Uncle Evan, of course, that his loving wife might have extraordinary cravings. But the whisperings went on.
"Maybe that accounts for her being a little peeved when Mama asked her to keep us for a month," Ronnie said aloud. The folks had planned a European trip alone and Ronnie's mother had called upon her sister Roslyn to do the honors of watching her two teenage daughters. Now Ronnie remembered that Roslyn had made a big thing about the planned visit of another member of the family. Kendall Thompson, Roslyn's nephew and Ronnie and Josie's cousin was due to arrive that afternoon. For the first time Ronnie saw a certain disquieting connection. Had Aunt Roslyn planned a wicked summer for their young cousin? And then become irritated when her two nieces had been thrust upon her?
"It sure wouldn't be as easy to seduce somebody with the two of us hanging around."
She climbed the stairs slowly, the Nikon bumping her thigh. Her fingers smelled like hot cunt and her body felt shivery and strange. She knew that the best thing for her to do would be to strip off the rest of her clothes and fingerfuck herself into some sort of mild satisfaction. She generally ended up doing it to herself two or three times a day anyhow. And after watching that scene in the bedroom of the guest house, she didn't think she could go shopping without relieving some of the sexual tension she felt.
But where was Josie? The bedroom was empty except for her blond sister's blue dress and pink panties draped carefully across the back of a chair. Ronnie went to the bathroom door and tapped politely.
"I'm taking a bath," Josie called back.
"You just took one."
"I felt like another." There was the splash of water. Ronnie frowned. She had the suspicion that her young sister had more in mind than mere cleanliness. She seemed to forever be in a bathroom. Just peeing took fifteen minutes. And a bath could go on for hours.
"Are we going to go shopping or not?" Ronnie called, pressing her ear against the door.
"You're the one who went running off to snap pictures," Josie called back.
"Well, hurry up. I'm going to lay down for a little while."
Ronnie skinned down to nothing but her gold anklet and stretched face down on the bed. She crumpled a pillow under her breasts and another under her belly. Then, closing her eyes, she tried to remember exactly how the young man had looked. Mark. He'd been really nice-looking. Gently Ronnie pried her cunt open. Then she spread her legs as wide as they'd go, letting the inner folds bloom out with a sticky sound. She fingered them tentatively, exciting herself by stages. As if to surprise herself she plunged a middle finger in to the hilt and yanked it out again. In and out she speared herself with ever-increasing speed.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh shit!"
She began to move her curvy ass up and down against the pillow under her belly. She closed her eyes, thinking of the firmness of a male body. But it wasn't easy. If only she had a steady boyfriend. Anybody would do.
"Whhuuuh!" she gasped, working her finger around inside herself. "Ohhhhh God, I need a cock. A real, live cock!"