The wicked thoughts that entered Mona's mind made her feel like an evil witch. But her jealousy raged hot, obscuring everything but her desire to remove the lovely Vicky from Kevin's reach. And when she didn't see the rest of Vicky's clothing in the bedroom where the young couple were trysting, she knew she had a chance to change things to suit her better.
Mona hurried around to the front door of the guest house. It was unlocked and she slipped into the front room like a panther tracking a kill. Under her tennis skirt, her panties were soaked from watching Vicky and Kevin. But now she had to pull herself together and do what had to be done. Vicky's clothing. She had to find Vicky's clothes.
And then as her eyes scanned the worktable where Kevin's carving tools lay askew, she saw the faded, cut-off jeans. So Vicky had undressed in here before the two of them had retired for serious business to the bedroom. Mona's heart jumped with excitement. She grabbed the skimpy home-made shorts and plunged fingers into the first pocket she could find. Nothing. She searched, hardly breathing now, hoping that Vicky hadn't taken the rubbers into the bedroom with her. Then her fingers closed on a thin foil packet. She was shaking all over. At any moment one of them might come in to fetch the condom. She had to work fast.
Using one of Kevin's carving razors, she slit the package cleverly along one edge. With the transparent latex circle in her hand she knew she would succeed now. She pulled the delicate latex tight and picked up an especially pointed cutting tool. Using this scalpel-like thing, she gingerly jabbed the puckered tip of the rubber. There was a tiny slit there now, not big enough to notice. Kevin was so aroused, he probably wouldn't even look at the thing as he jerked it over his prick and rolled it down. Mona eased the rubber back into its foil wrapper and pressed the back edge of a knife along the seal. Unless someone were really looking for it, it would be impossible to know that the package had been opened. She put it back in Vicky's denim shorts and hurried out the front door. She made her way around to the window and leaned close again.
"Please, Vicky," Kevin gasped, "I really w-w-want to…!"
"I know you do darling… look at you!" Vicky and Kevin were standing in the middle of the room in a loving embrace. Kevin's uncircumcised cock was pressed between their bodies but as Vicky pulled back and took the thing in both hands, Mona could see the dark, glistening tip already half swollen from its protective covering. Vicky dropped to her knees then and pulled the skin the rest of the way back.
"Little bitch," Mona breathed to herself as Vicky gave the slackened head a puckery kiss. Kevin's shoulders slumped from the excitement that rippled through him. He couldn't talk so good anymore. Mona saw him trying to put some words together unsuccessfully, then give up. Meanwhile Vicky's kiss had opened slightly and her pouty bottom lip was sliding under the spongy lobes at the bottom of his tip.
"I want you inside me too. But taking our time just makes it all better!"
"If we t-t-take much more t-t-time I'm gonna…" He grabbed her head with both hands. "Ohhh Jesus C-cuh-rist!" Vicky had pushed back his foreskin with her lips as she'd sucked the throbbing morsel into her mouth. A drip of saliva hung from her chin as she worked the surface of her tongue back and forth against the swollen head. Mona felt rage again. A helpless rage. There was nothing she could do for her own case now. She would just have to wait and hope that her little plot would give birth to plenty of trouble for her young niece. Then with Vicky out of the way, she could go after her unsuspecting nephew and teach him to adore her.
Mona didn't think she could stand to stay and watch Kevin actually put his cock in Vicky's cunt. She turned and walked towards the garage. Maybe she could take Carl's sports car for a drive along the ocean. Anything to get her mind off what those two were doing. Her panties were a mess from looking through the window at them.
"Hello Jim," she smiled as she came around the corner of the garage. Jim was adjusting the headlamp of the Rolls, his shirtsleeves rolled up to expose huge biceps. He gave her a quick once over. Mona had always appreciated the chauffeur's appreciation of her body. And he was always the gentleman about it. That seemed to make his attention all the more titillating. But he was just the chauffeur after all.
"Is Carl's Porsche in running condition? I think I'd like to go for a spin."
"We're waiting on parts, Miss McNarey," he said, tossing the screwdriver in the toolchest. "But why don't you let me give you a spin in the Rolls here? The backseat bar is stocked and you can have a drink while we tool along." He leaned against the fender, smiling at her. Mona knew he was looking at her thighs. Jim seemed to be a real thigh man.
"Why not?" she grinned, letting him open the back door for her.
As the big car oozed gracefully over the highway, Mona poured herself another drink and inched her panties down. It was such a long ways to the front seat and there was a glass in between anyway. Jim was never the snoopy type. A good chauffeur never was. She let the silken things puddle around her ankles without bothering to kick them off. Then, leaning back in the leather seat, she worked a finger down between her cuntlips. As the big car took a corner, her drink hardly sloshed.
Mona closed her eyes and thought of Kevin. She knew she could eventually please him more than any fickle nymph like Vicky ever could. How could Vicky appreciate that sweet, slender stalk that grew from his body? It was so young, so perfect in form and smoothness. She plunged her middle finger up inside her and thumbed her clit. A flood of juice dripped out onto her palm as she worked herself to a slow lather.
She sipped more scotch. The drink had made her a little sleepy. But she wanted to finish her pussy game before she passed out on the comfortable back seat and let Jim drive her home. She kicked off her shoes, her tangled panties and stretched out. A little booze spilled on her chin as the car took an uncustomary bounce… took another. She finished the drink and dropped the glass onto the floor. It felt like they were off the highway. Who cared. Mona pushed the middle finger of her other hand inside her to join the other.
"Huuuhnnnn… Ohhh my God!"
The car took a final lurch and stopped. Mona frowned.
"Damn… what is it?" She reached for the intercom button but before the speaker crackled to life, the back door was flung open. Jim was standing there looking down at her naked crotch. Embarrassed, Mona pushed herself up on her elbows. She was a little drunk.
"What do you think you're doing?" she blurted, feeling her face redden. Jim's hands moved over his belt and his pants fell. He had on no underwear. Mona found herself transfixed, staring at the unbelievable chunk of flesh that hung from the giant's crotch. Jim put a big hand out. It seemed to almost encircle her knee.
"You're woman enough for this, aren't you?" He lifted his cock until the eye was pointed at her. Mona squirmed backwards a little bit.
"I… I…" She tried to get hold of herself. "You're not supposed to be doing this… get back in the front seat and…" But Jim was taking off his shirt, lowering himself down on her. She struggled briefly, whimpering as his big fingers went through her hair. Her mouth was raped open by his tongue and he dug her thighs apart. She was still whining when she felt the mushroom head of his cock force its way into her slit. She writhed, beating weakly at his chest. The big man moved his hips and Mona's whimpers turned to a shuddering cry. And then she knew something she'd never realized in her entire life. That she'd never been fucked so thoroughly as she was being fucked right now.