The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Sheila Gaines is one of these outwardly normal and quite proper people. But within her lies a sexual drive so strong, that she will stop at nothing to attain the pleasure she seeks-not even when attaining that pleasure means seducing her own nephew and niece to keep as her personal sex toys.
A UNTIE SNEAKS AND PEEKS-a shocking story, yes, but one which shows how far some of us are willing to go to get what we want out of life.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Sheila Gaines poured a dollop of suntan lotion into her palm and began to smooth it over a long, shapely leg. Appearing intent on what she was doing, Sheila stole a glance or two toward her kitchen window that overlooked the back yard and this end of the pool.
He's watching me again. He's probably jerking off too, she thought then, and a perverse thrill went through her as she pictured him standing there, naked, a fist running up and down a sensational cock.
He was her nephew, Sammy-or Sam, as he now preferred to be called, being a growing boy and all. He and his sister Peg had come to live with Sheila and Burt while they attended college, which started in just over a month. Sheila's own kids were also college bound, but in other parts of the country. That was just how it had worked out.
Sheila knew there had to be a rule somewhere which dictated that she must confront Sam and direct him toward more correct behavior. But she knew how attentive he thought she was, and how difficult it could be for males that age to control their bubbling, horny urges. Besides, he was probably only going through a phase. He would be fine once school got under way and he met some girls his own age.
Lounging back in the chaise, finished with oiling her legs, Sheila spread lotion on the dainty roundness of her tummy. And yes, there was that other reason for her not confronting her nephew. She did welcome the attention, God help her.
Looking down, she smiled inwardly with satisfaction at the ripe fullness of her body, the tautness of her skin. Her tits were still great- plump, uplifted, firm. Her stomach still looked like it belonged on a twenty-year-old. Her hips had taken on a husky flare over the years, but that only served to make her more womanly in appearance.
She spread lotion from the encircling waistband of the bikini bottom up to the bra section, stopping just underneath the jut of her tits. She let her hand trail back down. Her nails sliced under the hugging band, working oil to the very edge of the bikini bottom with her fingertips. Or so it appeared. It was done partly to give Sam a tease. Also, it was done for her own benefit.
There was a wetness between the swelling outer folds of her cunt, and a sweetly itching sensation was reaching slowly inward from her clit. She wondered with rising*excitement what Sam's thoughts were, how far along his arousal was, what his cock looked like.
She'd had a chance to see it recently, and now she wished she had taken it. Returning laundry to his sister Peg's room, she had passed near the bathroom door. A muffled sort of groan had emanated from beyond and, listening, she didn't need to look to know Sam was jerking off.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, what I wouldn't do to get my hands on that beautiful bitch of a woman!" he had cried. "I'd take this hard cock and stick it in her hot mouth and make her suck on it like the slutty cunt she is. And then I'd swing her around and fuck her ... oh yeah, fuck her in the hot, juicy cunt and-ooohhh!"
Sheila had spent the next two days wondering who his dream partner was. Then almost all at once it dawned on her. Sam didn't leave the house much, and he didn't call or get calls from anyone, really. He and Peg had much too wholesome a relationship, so that seemed out . . . Sheila had felt his stares, caught him at it a few times ... it had to be her.
The attention of a man was something she needed as much as anything, and more than most things. As long as she'd had Burt, she hadn't really given it much thought, but then he'd changed, stopped fucking her, and the truth had risen to the fore.
As the day had drawn near for Sheila's kids to leave for their college destinations, she had turned weak at the prospect of having an empty house to take care of. She needed to be busy, especially now that Burt had turned so cold on her. And that was why she had welcomed Peg and Sam into her home with such thankfulness. But now, as it was turning out, the arrangement was producing a real bonus.
There had to be another rule somewhere telling her she should be feeling guilty and ashamed of her thoughts, but it didn't stick. What about the rule that said her husband should take care of her carnal needs? She'd tried to take care of his, damn it. She still tried, but for whatever reason, he'd simply lost interest.
She was so naughty. She had lured Sam out earlier to help oil her back. She'd gotten him to do the backs of her legs too. Then she told him he could come back in forty-five minutes and do her front if he liked.
He took it as teasing, which she supposed it was, but it did tell him when he could expect to see her flipside. Oh yes, he was watching.
The bikini top revealed a fair amount of titer flesh, and Sheila took her time giving it a coat of shiny lotion. She again played her nails under the edges of the covering material, and she thought with another inward smile, he was right -I am a slutty bitch.
She felt the tantalizing tingle of her stiffening nipple-flesh, tiny thrills flirting through the underlying masses of tit and into her voluptuous body. Dainty excitements rushed through her system, down along the slippery walls of her cunt.
Just what did his cock look like? she wondered. Thick? Long? And his balls? Nice and meaty, perhaps?
A shudder went through her with a chilling effect. Shit, I better watch out. Next thing I know I'll be coming on to the kid. As if I haven't already. Shit.
She was alone with nothing to do. All her chores were done. There was just her, and her persistent desires, and that adoring boy, and that big, empty house.
But it was so good to feel sexy again. Desirable, all of it. Beautiful. She had forgotten how good it felt to bring out the beast in a man, and how hot it was when he in turn brought out the beast in her. How much she needed it now.
What does his cock look like? Long and thin? Short and fat? Hard enough, that was for sure. Hard and pulsing with youthful energy, sharply hot, burning wherever it touched her, shiny with salty sweat near the base. Delicious.
Maybe she should try to catch a glimpse. Just a short look to satisfy her curiosity so she could stop wondering and start thinking about something else.
Sheila sighed longingly. She wished he would just walk out here like she had invited him to do. He had a bathing suit of his own and . . .
She would oil his back for him. She wouldn't be shy about oiling his front either. Her mouth watered in response to the mental image she had of a cock-lump straining the material of his swim trunks as it swelled and swelled.
Sheila sat up, swinging both legs off the chaise. Shit, she realized, I'm going to do it. I'm gonna walk in there and try to catch him with his pants down. I'll see that hard-on, and maybe ask if it's for my benefit . . . how flattering. May I take a good look at it? No need to be shy. Nothing new under the sun. If I make your cock ache like it must, then it's only fair I do something about it, yes?
The wickedness of it struck a deep chord in her. It fed the fires of her longing and made them burn hotter. She was pleased by her daring, and all of a sudden there was nothing to hold her back.
It was a short walk up to the sliding-glass doors that allowed entrance to the living room. By coming this way she could head him off before he charged upstairs to finish jerking off, if he hadn't bolted already.
She padded to the kitchen door and peered in. Her heart sank when she found it deserted. She was about to back out when she noticed the w door leading inside was ajar. Crossing to it, she looked out, but there was no sign of Sam.
Had he even been here? she wondered with a rising sense of frustration and disappointment. Might as well settle for a cold shower now, she told herself.
Just then she noticed it. A drop of something on the cupboard door below the sink. It was white and thick, had run down a few inches. Wondering where that could have come from, she discovered other drops and splatters. Moving closer, she saw where others had been wiped off the counter top and sink. Then, looking out the window, she understood.
It was the window that offered the view of the chaise she had been using. The sink was under it, and Sam had stood there, exactly, only moments before, looking out at her as he jerked off. The drops were his spent cum.
She had come in too late to catch him still hard, and too soon for him to properly clean up his mess. He'd taken a few hurried wipes at the counter and fled in the panic of impending embarrassment.
Sheila's eyes focused Oh a splatter of cum on the edge of the sink. It looked honey-thick and about as sweet and pure. A lurid shudder caressed her body as she stared at the spewed-out spunk of her nephew's heated balls.
Her hips leaned casually against the cupboard and she let one finger drift near the whitish splatter. She touched it. The sun, beaming in, had kept it warm for her. Overpowered by curiosity, Sheila wiped up the drop on her fingertip.
She rubbed her thumb against it, in it, feeling the heat and the slickness. Just having to taste the juicy seed, she touched the fingertip to her tongue. Then she was sucking it clean, and her smeared thumb too. She held the pungent flavor on her tongue for a long moment, soaking in the deliciousness of her nephew's jizz.
Searching out another drop of spent cum, she wiped that up and sucked it in. And there was more of the thick cock-stuff. She bent and snatched it up directly with her tongue.
Seized by a terrible urge, Sheila thumbed down her bikini bottom and swept them from her tapered legs. Lifting one knee up to rest on the edge of the counter, she collected a puddle of cream on two fingers and hurried them to her swollen cunt. The wetness already there was promptly covered with Sam's cum as she spread it over and into her parted cunt-slit.
Sheila quaked with horniness and perverse pleasure as she massaged the slick cum into her steamy fuck-slit. She went back for another drop to make sure she had plenty. Then with her other hand she stretched her pussy open and exposed the pulsing clit. She coated the tumid cut with cool jizz and felt it sting sweetly in its new honey coating.
I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought with a warm cringe. But it has to be the funkiest pleasure I've ever experienced.
She slid her fingertip around and around her swollen clit, moving faster and faster, beginning to groan to the feel of yummy churning sensations as they reached out from her clit.
She brought two fingers of her other hand together and slid the tips in between the gooey folds guarding her fuck-hole. She worked cum into her cunt, stroking the sensitive tissues at the same time.
If Peg, or even Sam, were to walk in on her right now, she would die of embarrassment. That fear only served to heighten her excitement, however.
Her eyes lidded and her head rolled back. Her lips puckered. Her fingers worked continuously, rolling her clit one way and another, or tapping it ever so lightly on the crown to send pulses of hot arousal through her streaming pussy. She stroked two and then three fingers into the sucking wetness of her pussy.
Sheila's increasingly fevered mind turned to fantasy to fill the space caused by the lack of a partner. In her mind she was back out there on the chaise. Naked, Sam was astride of it, and her, his cock hard and level with her face as he pumped it. Below and in front of him she was shamelessly frigging her hot cunt, and panting as she awaited the virile jets of his cum.
You love my cock, she imagined him saying, you love my cum. You want it to rain all over your slut body. You want it flooding your mouth and your cunt and your asshole, filling you to overflowing.
God, Sheila realized, I haven't been this turned on in I don't know how long. What's happening to me?
Too excited to think beyond that stage, Sheila pawed fiercely at her wanton cunt, frantic to ease the pounding torment her nephew's presence and her own system had brought her.
She sawed one hand in and out of the clasping, drippy cunt-hole and drummed her fingertip on the magic spot atop the spike of her inflamed clit.
Her tits ached to be free and flopping about, but Sheila wasn't about to lift her hands from the raw pleasure center of her pussy for a split second to loosen any bra.
Sucking air through clenched teeth and groaning with burning excitement, she trembled. Her full ass tightened and her guts bunched. Rich thrills chased up and down her spine as the big moment of climax drew near.
A quick jolt of vivid sensation burst forth from Sheila's cum-drenched clit. In her quivering core, torrid sparks flew and made it all happen. The fireworks of her completion erupted wildly in all directions and seared her system with the burn of total joy.
Her pussy leaped and bucked and spasmed in her clutching grasp with a show of climaxing passion. Even her tits seemed to pulse and tremble with glee.
She lowered her foot to the floor and stood leaning against the cupboard on shaky legs. She fought for air as the brunt of her orgasm passed, as the aftershocks drifted through her body. Her flesh soaked up the delightful sensations and sated Sheila to an extent she hadn't felt in months.
She stood right where she was for long moments, not opening her eyes, not taking either hand from her pussy.
Slowly her mind drifted back to the here-and-now, and she opened her eyes. She was smiling a wide smile that would take a long time to disappear.
Picking up the bikini bottom, she padded from the kitchen, not bothering to put it on. She went upstairs to the bathroom, telling herself how she ought to be ashamed but at the same time still smiling.
Despite the satisfactions cruising her body, she still felt oddly restless. It was as though it all hadn't been quite enough. Her speculative thoughts kept going back to Sam, wondering not just what his cock looked like, but what it felt like as well.
Sheila tried to shake it all off, telling herself she'd had her fun and now was the time to put it behind her. She started to fix dinner, and when Sam came in from wherever, she said nothing of what she'd discovered in the kitchen.
He acted kind of sheepish all through dinner, and she kept thinking how awful it would be if almost getting caught like he had, simply scared him away from trying anything like that again. She wished she could have said something.
Later that night Sheila turned to Burt. One good, old-fashioned fuck from him would cure everything that ailed her. It would save her from crossing over a line that, despite everything, she knew shouldn't be crossed.
But no, he professed to be too tired, and gruffly turned his back. Sheila knew better than to force the issue. It only put him in a worse mood. In short order his breathing steadied and he was asleep.
Sheila already knew what she was going to do.
Waiting a few minutes longer, she slipped out of bed. In the half-light of the room, she checked her appearance in the vanity mirror.
Slut, she thought when her eyes met her reflection. Cock-hungry, man-crazy bitch.
She was beyond caring. She put a robe on over her knee-length, satin nightgown and went out. It wasn't too late to turn back, she told herself. She kept going.
Down the hall, past the head of the stairs, two doors faced each other. One had music coming from the other side-Peg's room. The other offered silence.
Sheila knocked as loudly as she dared on the latter, paused a second, then eased the door open and went in. She found Sam sitting up in bed, covered to the waist by a sheet and naked from the waist up. He had a better build than she expected. With defined muscles and chest hair, not nearly so boyish.
His hands were clasped behind his head, as though he had simply been sitting, thinking. He looked at Sheila with mild surprise and curiosity. Her robe had been left hanging open and his gaze flitted down her flimsy nightgown.
She closed the door and leaned back against it, simply looking at him. It was like being in a dream.
"Sam, darling, I want you to do something for me," she murmured softly.
Chapter Two
"I will if I can," he answered with a willingness to please that told her she was still his one-and-only sex goddess.
"I know you can," she replied. "I know you'll want to."
She eased forward, drifting up alongside the bed. The only light was from a lamp on the nightstand. It was plenty. Just right, in fact, as her eyes took in his nicely developed body, down to the general area of his cock. No sign of that just yet.
Sheila lifted her gaze to his blue eyes, her expression warm, intimate.
"I want you to show me your cock," she said softly.
"My ..." His mouth dropped open.
"It's time you showed it to me. I want to see it. You don't have to feel shy or ashamed."
To give him a spark of encouragement and to feel more comfortable, Sheila dropped the robe from her shoulders. She cocked her hips to one side and stood there, waiting, glinting with invitation and promise.
Sam took a long, pensive pause, then, as if answering a dare, rather cockily pushed the sheet to his knees, revealing his naked balls and prick. Reaching out between his thighs, his cock was growing in lurches and now starting to bob upward, each heartbeat giving it a new dose of strength. It had a reddish tint, was incredibly smooth-looking, with a finely sculptured, flared point.
Staring, Sheila felt her mouth water. Her pussy twitched with girlish excitement. A tremble of want lifted through her like a devil's caress, doing sweet things to her tits. Casually she took a seat by his knees on the edge of the bed.
"It's fantastic," she said sincerely, and watched with rapt attention as his cock stood up straighter and revealed more of his ball-bag. The pouch was hairless, smooth, stuffed with meaty young balls and boiling jizz.
Sheila had left all propriety outside the door. A line had been crossed and there were no more rules. She slid a hand across his lightly haired thigh, over his baking balls, around the hot base of his cock-shaft. Her fingers dug into the bed of hair and she simply held him, watching his prick stretch higher, thicken, pulse with desire.
"Absolutely gorgeous," she marveled.
"What's happened, Aunt Sheila?" Sam asked. "What's come over you?"
"The same thing that's come over you, I imagine," she answered with a smile.
"You found me out, huh?"
"Yes, angel, I know you're hot for me. And since you're so handsome, and sweet, and I'm so tired of not having any fun ..."
"Shit!" He grinned. "I don't believe it. I've been dreaming about something like this happening, but-"
"I know. But it is happening. Think you can handle it?"
He squirmed against her hand. "Anything."
Slowly she drew her hand away. She licked her lips. "Okay. Let's see you jerk off for a while."
"You mean it?"
"I've pictured it in my mind so often I've got to see it happen for real."
Watching his prick intently now, her insides flinched as he closed his right hand about the base of his cock and slid it up to the purple-shaded tip. His caress made a light rasping sound against the fully stretched cock-skin. He gave the fat cock-head a squeeze and a drop of pre-cum oozed out.
Sheila gave a happy wriggle. "I've never seen anything like this. It's thrilling."
"For me too," he confided, openly jacking his upright cock. "I'm so glad I don't have to hide it from you any more. You really make me hot and horny, Aunt Sheila."
"I think we can make it just Sheila."
"Right."
She continued watching, beginning to feel the strangest urges inside, urges that were only hinted at before.
Sam's hand picked up speed as it rasped up and down his red prick, attacking his own lust with boyish urgency. His head lolled and he moaned deeply. "Yeah, you turn me on, all right. You set my balls and my cock on fire with those big meaty tits and that wide ass and those long legs . . . oh, Jesus, shit ..."
Sheila touched a hand to the blur of his wrist and slowed him down. "Easy now, lover boy. Save some of that for me."
His hand slowed further and he came out of the grip of lust, looking at her with small surprise. "You . . . you want to jerk me off?"
"No reason I can't, is there?" she asked flirtingly, easing his hand from his engorged prick.
Not waiting for an answer, she replaced it with her own hand, easing a loose grip down the throbbing thickness.
"Besides," she added, starting her smooth hand back up the rigid cock-meat, "no need to rush."
He grinned cockily. "You don't have to worry. If it comes, it'll get hard again in no time."
"I'll keep that in mind," Sheila responded, idly stroking him. His frank talk surprised her, but she liked it. "Feel good?"
"The best, and you know it. You're driving me crazy, jerking me off like that. Your hand's so smooth, so warm-lots better than mine."
Sheila felt great. It was so good to have a hard, eager cock in her grip again. Just being able to touch one filled a considerable need inside her. At the same time it sparked other needs, but she would stick to her own words. No need to rush. There was no guarantee that she would ever let herself do anything like this again after tonight. She would enjoy it while she could.
Sam moved a hand to her near knee and rested it there lightly. He squeezed softly. A succulent shiver rushed along her thigh, up her body. His touch was electric.
"Maybe you'll drive me a little crazy yourself," she observed.
"I sure wanna try."
Sam nudged his hand between his aunt's knees and a short way up her inner thigh. His wrist plowed the lacy hem of her nightgown back as his open, caressing hand slid ever upward.
Continuing to stroke his pulsating prick, Sheila let her thighs part. Her cunt was starting to throb with need itself, and her clit ached for manly touches.
When she swung the other thigh away, it gave him good access to her cunt. She grasped the hem of her gown and pulled it back to her tummy to show him just how available it was. Even though she had surrendered control long ago, the move surprised her. And thrilled her. To be brazen was to be everything. " Sam's hand trembled on her upper leg. Sitting up closer to her, he stared at the triangle of light-brown hair at her crotch. A hint of her pussy-lips was on view also, and his light fingers were drawn down under there. They dug in between Sheila's cunt and the bed and cupped her pussy with all-over pleasure.
"You're so hot," he breathed in an awestruck tone.
Letting her hand go idle on his erect prick, Sheila slid her ass out farther and tilted her pelvis, leaning back slightly. She spread her thighs, lifting her leg onto the bed to rest against Sam. Her cunt was fully accessible.
"Soft, too," he remarked, stroking in testing fashion.
"And wet," Sheila hinted, trying not to shake. God, she was alive with excitement.
Then she felt the tip of his forefinger slide up the slick line of her fuck-slit and it got even better. She thrilled to the core as he touched her running pussy-juice. Boldly he inserted the finger and she quaked with rising arousal. Her cunt-hole drew in around the penetration with a squeeze of welcome.
Sam's breathing rasped as he ran his fingers in and out in busy fashion, then slower as he remembered her wish to take it slow. He sought for ways to please her further with finger-play, and found them at the upper zones of her entrance, around her stiff clit. Sheila's face flushed and she gasped hotly.
"You're a hot bitch, just like I hoped you were," he murmured.
"What a thing to call your loving old aunt."
"That's what you are, isn't it?" he teased. His fingers prodded lewdly at her stinging clit. "A horny bitch? A bold slut-cunt."
"Naughty boy. I should spank you for such talk."
"We'll get to the kinky stuff later, Auntie Bitch. Now jerk me off. You wanna see me come, don't you."
She did want to see that, but how did he know? Lucky guess?
"Put a couple fingers up my cunt-hole and maybe you can get me off at the same time," she answered.
Sam eagerly obliged, giving a two-pronged penetration to the hot, tight hole of her cunt. His strokes were simple and quickly paced, almost rough. But Sheila rocked her hips at his hand for more. Having his prick to ogle and play with were quite a turn-on for Sheila. She was pounding with lust.
Frisking her fist up and down his cock-meat, she was impressed by his lasting-power. Still a kid, but not enough of one to be overwhelmed by a woman. Not even her. It added nicely to the attraction.
Hungering for one another as they were, it was only natural for their mouths to meet and join.
The first full contact almost caused Sheila's heart to skip a beat. This was the most intimate she had yet been with Sam, and it was getting a first taste of their true erotic potential together. Forbidden fruit, she quickly learned, had a flavor that was dizzying.
She poured her tongue into his mouth and thrilled to the coiling of their feverish probes. He wasn't just her nephew anymore. This sealed the fact. He was her lover. And she was his. All his.
Suddenly her pussy was sharply honed in on the pleasures of his deeply frigging fingers, and his cock seemed to burn hotter in her pumping grasp. Whatever defenses she had left were gone, and her excitement was climbing.
More than she wanted to come, she wanted to see Sam come. Sheila's urgent assault on his prick-meat spurred Sam's cunt-pumping hand to an ever-increasing speed. The skin between his thumb and the base of his pussy-plunging forefinger kept ramming her inflamed clit. That hot contact in turn drove Sheila to a quickening pace of her own.
Intent on making Sam come, Sheila worked her hand with terrific speed. His breathing deepened and she lost track of the rasp of her frictioning hand. He was panting with excitement, frigging her pussy wildly as she furiously jerked him off.
"Aaaaagggghhh," he groaned, "now, now- aaaaahhhh!"
Sheila forgot her own high-pitched arousal as she was rewarded with the view of the jumping, jetting streaks of Sam's cum.
But it was that lewd, illicit sight that triggered her own orgasm. The sensuous pull of desire and anticipation was washed away by wave after wave of gushing sensation. Her cunt whipped its pent-up ecstasy through her craving system, and down deep in her pussy she could feel her juices shooting just like Sam's were.
"Ooooooh, yesss, baby!" she purred as the torrid release subsided into joyful tremors and Sam's cum-oozing cock softened in her spunk-coated hand. Kissing Sam again, she pulled at his cock, milking it of every drop.
"I felt you come," he murmured. "Your pussy was grabbing at my fingers."
"You really made it happen for me. I think this might be the start of something."
"Goody!" Sam grinned.
Her gaze lowered to his spent prick. His exploded cum seemed to be everywhere on his belly and hips and thighs and her hand.
Sheila lifted her hand to her mouth and started licking his sweet spunk from the back of it. Her eyes went to Sam's, daring him to not be shocked.
If he was, it was brief. He pulled his hand from her sopping cunt and proceeded to lick at his own juiced-up fingers. They giggled together at their wickedness and finished licking their hands clean, both enjoying the fresh delicious-ness of one another's cum-juice.
Wanting all of it, Sheila shifted onto her knees on the bed. She had him he back on the pillows and swept her eyes up his cum-spotted body.
"I think I'll start at the top and work down," she said.
Without missing a beat, Sam wiped a splatter off his flat belly and smeared his lips with it. Sheila leaned forward and softly licked his lips clean again.
The feather-soft passes of her tongue drew Sam's mouth into another kiss and once more she thrilled at the intimate contact. Smooching had always been fun, but when it was with her own flesh-and-blood-he was her sister's boy- well, wow!
Sam's hands breezed up her thighs, over her hips, catching the hem of her nightgown and peeling it upward. If he wanted her naked, then she wanted it too, so she broke the soul-stirring kiss and shifted back, allowing him to pull the gown from her.
Thrilling to her own nakedness, Sheila displayed herself before Sam to give him a good look at the body he had craved for so long. Squaring her shoulders, she arched her swollen tits out and apart. They were full, coned orbs of packed flesh, the thick peaks pointing off to some distant heaven.
"I've never seen a sexier, better pair of tits anywhere," Sam gushed.
"Touch them," she invited. The feast of cum on his body could wait, briefly.
Sam's hands lifted to her tits and squeezed and he felt the spry resistance of her stuffed, incredibly smooth tit-flesh. His touch sent fine charges down through her ripe body, promising good things ahead.
Sam groped her in testing fashion, exploring the fullness of her tits, then taking them much more lewdly in hand. He drank in the beauty of them, and her, with his eyes. "I can't say anything. You're absolutely gorgeous."
Showing a flattered smile, Sheila lowered and wiped her tongue at a drop of spunk by his right nipple. She licked across to it and felt his flesh pucker. If he was already sensitive, he really would be hard again in no time. Sheila wiggled with anticipation.
Finding other drops of tasty seed, Sheila felt his hands toy through her mane of hair as he patiently let her drink in his spewed-out cock-essence.
Desire began to gnaw at Sheila, and she almost hurried toward his slowly reviving prick. Finally crouching low and swirling her tongue over his cum-coated balls, she reveled in being there with it at last. She nuzzled his cock with her nose and cheeks as she laved his balls, teasing herself as much as him. And then her flicking tongue was moving up onto the tube of responsive flesh.
"Oh God, you're licking my cock," Sam groaned in a daze. "I can't believe it. Is there anything you won't do?"
"There's nothing we won't do," she promised.
Sheila unabashedly scooped his cock into her mouth and held it there as she tongued the last of his first batch of jizz away. His cock was swelling within her oral grasp, which did not go unnoticed by her mouth, her mind or, best of all, her pussy.
"This is some cock you've got here," Sheila murmured with total affection, rolling his prick between her knowing hands. "And those balls sure put out some tasty cum."
She took his cock-shaft back between her velvet lips and inhaled it into her throat. She scratched her nose in his patch of pubic hair and warmed her chin on his balls. She bathed his cock with her oral wetness and tickled the underside with her tongue.
Her head lifted, treating the length of his cock to the most loving suction imaginable. Adding the tight squeeze of her lips, she felt another surge of hardness enter Sam's cock, swelling it to better and better proportions.
Mmmmmm, how really fine it was to have a responsive piece of cock to play with. She couldn't figure out what had gotten into Burt.
At least, thanks to Sam, Sheila could feel absolutely secure that it wasn't her fault. She still had her touch.
"I love what you're doing," Sam said. "I love how you're sucking me. Your tongue . . . your tight hold ... it sends thrills through me. Suck me, Sheila! Keep sucking me!"
And she did.
Chapter Three
Under the effortless, tireless, devoted bobbing motions of Sheila's lovely head, Sam's cock-tube grew rigid. Length and thickness and hardness were drawn into the nooks and crannies of his cock-meat and it pulsed with want.
Able to stand on its own, Sheila let her lips slip off to one side and, sliding her tongue out, spent long moments sweeping it up and down the smooth fullness. She shifted to the other side for more of the same, and then smacked Sam's prick with juicy smooches.
It was a beautiful cock. So perfectly suited to the dimensions of Sheila's mouth and throat. And so quick to revive. If she wasn't careful, it might spoil her for any other.
Sheila's own arousal frolicked through her system as she indulged her taste for stiff prick and felt the swell of her own little clit. It tingled in its hot way, getting a little achy as his gigantic spike of cock-flesh grew. But she could wait before directing attention to her own privates. Right now she had her mouth stuffed with gorgeous prick and that took precedence.
She slurped shamelessly up and down the pulsing cock-length, twisting her neck this way and that as she resumed sucking on it. The differing angles of attack gave different sensations to her oral caresses, and Sam groaned appreciatively under the assault of her raunchy expertise.
She started out by concentrating on the upper reaches of Sam's prick-stick, but soon was working at taking it all in. Driving her head downward, she reached her lips ever closer to the hairy base. She squeezed his fat cock-head into her throat and sucked for more.
"Outstanding," he breathed, unable to stop writhing beneath her. "What a cock-sucker my auntie bitch is turning out to be. If I'd known this at the start, I'd have stuck my cock in your face as soon as I got through the front door. Oh that's good."
In his lust-fever, he sought to buck his ass up at her. Sheila quickly planted both hands on his hips to hold him still, not because she didn't enjoy healthy thrusts-she did-but because it was too soon. A little restraint could add to the fun for whoever was on the receiving end.
Sheila went on mouthing his cock with steady, loving pulls, tantalizing and teasing his arousal to a near feverish pitch. But as she worked him into a lather, she became aware of how potent her own arousal was.
Shortly, Sheila lifted her mouth from Sam's thick, upright cock-shaft with a sloppy, smacking sound and looked up at him brightly.
"I don't mind telling you," she breathed, "I'm dying to have your sensational cock sticking all the way up my pussy."
"You want us to fuck too?"
"Of course. That's what cock and pussies are for, aren't they?"
"Are you wet?"
"Dripping."
"Then stop teasing me and get your sweet horny body up there on my cock and ride it like the bitch you are."
She giggled gleefully as she moved up astride him on the bed. "Yes, master!"
For a brief moment there, as she rose over him like some pagan goddess, she saw a look of pure worship in his young, impressionable eyes. And she wondered, would there be any end to his devotion?
Lord, what had she gotten herself into? Apart from the most enjoyable night in many a moon, that was. Oh, there were going to be some sober second thoughts come daylight.
But right now all her mind seemed able to handle was awareness of pure enjoyment, of the burn of his slick cock-head against her belly as she teasingly lowered with his prick still outside her body. She pushed her cunt down onto his nuts in a unique kiss, and her pussy twitched in tune with his cock.
Sheila lifted slowly against the rigid cock, tickling it with her soft cunt-hair. She moved over it, the very tip entering the furrow of her splayed cunt-lips. She eased down, forcing it in at her own speed, holding Sam down with both hands. She swung her broad hips from side to side, shuddering against each new inch of penetration.
"I wish I could spell out how good this feels, darling," she breathed in a lust-thickened voice. "It's been so long I'd forgotten it could feel this good."
"You're my first pussy," Sam confided, "and it's making me feel more turned on than I've ever felt, or ever thought I could feel. You're so hot inside, and tight, and wet. Oooohhhh, what a cunt you have!"
His words were an added caress to her thrumming body and she grinned widely, squirming down onto the last fraction of his cunt-stretching fuck-pole. So terrific to be stuffed with pounding prick again. So good to feel adoring eyes and hands on her naked body. So sweet to be appreciated by a virile stud. She wanted to make him come right then and there.
Soaking in the thrills and shivers of illicit joining, Sheila rotated her ass, grinding her stiff clit against the hard bump at Sam's cock-base. At the same time, her inner walls rubbed against his stiffness and she saw a goofy grin light up his face.
"Fuck me!" he said. "Show me what a real woman can do."
She gave a wriggle and pinched his full cock-length with her cunt and said, "Cocky bastard!"
"Yeah, I'm cocky. I'm all cock! Fuck me!"
She didn't have to be asked a third time. Flexing strong legs, she lifted her body, her cunt, in very deliberate fashion. She felt every contour, every fiber of his hard fuck-stick, especially the stiff ridge of the purple crown. Her head lolled, a look of bliss making her face glow. She moaned from deep inside as she thrilled to the sensuous thrill in her cunt.
She squeezed her pussy-flesh inward, then lowered quickly, feeling herself come really alive inside. She trembled all over with the excitement of the deep-reaching penetration, gurgling with pleasure as his thick cock-head pushed up into the fiery bottleneck of her cunt-tunnel.
"I can't believe the feel of your pussy on my cock," Sam said. "You're wrapped around it so tight and you're sliding over it like nothing. And so hot, too. Terrific pussy, baby, just terrific!"
"Real fine prick too," she cooed. "It's a perfect fit. Oh, what it does for my pussy, honey. For me!"
His hands slid up Sheila's working thighs, venturing around to cradle her ass-cheeks with open, clutching fingers. He lifted her on his fiery fuck-length, then let her slowly glide down his cock, pulling at the taut twin globes.
"I love the feel of your ass," he said. "So smooth and round and full, it's one hell of a package of female ass. I almost slobber when you walk by."
Sheila swished her ass from side to side in his clutching hands as she continued to ride his fuck-pole. She saw his eyes feasting on the rise and fall of her jutting tits, and she made them sway and do lazy dances for him. It wasn't long before his hands left the prize of her ass for the grand prize of her tits. He fisted them lewdly.
"Oh yeessss," Sheila hissed hotly, "that's what I need. That's all I need. That's such a turn-on."
Gripping even more firmly, he worked his hands in circles, twisting her ripe tits this way and that, mashing them against her chest when he wasn't pulling at their succulent fullness.
Sheila commenced to moan and gasp for air as she bounced with greater vigor off Sam's hips as he continued to fondle her pendulous tits. He was having a high old time, freely indulging his boyish urges on the best pair he'd ever seen. It was driving Sheila up a wall of pure pleasure.
"Gawd, honey," she whimpered, "it's too good. It's gonna make me come like crazy!"
"Do it!" he said. "Fuck me harder! Fuck like the hot-blooded bitch you are! Come all over the place. I wanna see it happen. I wanna see you do it!"
Biting on her bottom lip, her face contorting obscenely, whimpering from the torrid sensations biting at her insides, Sheila hunched herself avidly at her nephew's cock. She bucked and churned her body like a raving slut, grinding her pussy at the unyielding fuck-shaft.
Ramming her cunt deep with the bulging prick-head, pounding her sweetly aching clit against his balls, she was going absolutely nuts. Sheila wanted to fuck her foggy brains right out of her head. The only thing she had to think about anyway was fucking, fucking, fucking that glorious log of cock-meat! She assaulted herself with a terrible fury.
Sam's hands had a hard time keeping ahold of her tits as her body pistoned out of control. Finally he simply let go of them and watched the over-grown pair bounce and bobble about in dizzying fashion.
"Unbelievable!" he cried boyishly. "Oh you're so fucking hot. You are one cock-crazy slut of a woman and I love you madly."
Sheila's mind was so filled from the burn of her rising ecstasy she didn't know if he'd spoken or if she'd simply imagined it. Either way, it sounded fine.
When she thought she might pass out from excitement and unfulfilled need and exertion, the storm broke. She was suddenly, richly awash with satisfaction. It seared her system as it gushed from her vividly spasming cunt-core.
Biting on two curled fingers to stifle a wail that would have awakened the entire house, Sheila drove herself with continuing fury at Sam's cock. She twisted and wiggled and whined as her body convulsed, teeming with the excitement of climax.
Sheila's orgasm flooded her system and sent her cunt-juices washing down Sam's fuck-pole along her quivering walls and out to drench his drawn-up balls. Writhing gleefully, she sailed through her first worthwhile come in ages.
Softening then, Sheila lowered onto Sam, resting a glowing cheek on his shoulder and pushing her tits into his chest. Her body spasmed from the lasting after-shocks of her release.
"That was so good," she sighed. "I'm so glad you came into my life."
"I'm so glad you came into my bed," he answered, brushing his hands over her damp body. "There's no other woman like you in the world."
"I knew it, you're getting spoiled," she answered affectionately.
"I never knew a woman could fuck like that, or get that turned on."
"Your cock is magic," she gurgled. "It makes my wishes come true."
"Okay if I make a wish now?"
"I can't wait."
"I wish I could be the one to do the fucking." Sheila grinned. "How do you want me?"
"Like this," Sam responded, abruptly digging in a heel for leverage and rolling to one side.
Next thing Sheila knew she was on her back on the bed and Sam was in position on top of her. His arms about her, he kissed her soulfully, and she responded in kind.
"Oh Sam," she sighed longingly, "I feel like I've been waiting all my life for you to fuck me."
He smiled down at her. "Incredible. Won't you ever get enough?"
"Oh I hope not," she said, and they both laughed.
Then Sam lifted and let the weight of his balls rest on her upturned cunt, clit and ass. He gazed down in total admiration at her reposed body. He made his hips swat and grind tightly against her, and beamed when it made her gurgle with delight.
"I wish you could stay all night," he said.
Sam dropped onto both elbows and caught Sheila's mouth in a crushing kiss. Their tongues coiled in succulent fashion and a low groan escaped him. His hips lifted, dragging the flared head of his cock to the puckered lips of her fuck-chute. He entered slowly, showing that he'd learned something from Sheila's methods.
"I'm no expert," he breathed, "but that has to be the best pussy around. Nnnnnnnn, what thrills it sends through me when I sink into you."
"I know how you feel," Sheila answered, and wondered again how something so good could ever be wrong.
She gasped softly and felt a warm shiver of re-awakening lust as his cock filled her straining depths. She'd hardly had time to catch her breath since that heavenly climax of minutes before, but here Sam was, building another orgasm inside her. Sheila wrapped arms and legs possessively about him and shot her wriggly tongue up between his lips.
Had she ever felt a harder or longer or thicker piece of cock? Had there ever been such a raw throbbing sensation filling the length and breadth of her fuck-chute? Sheila's head began to swim with rising pleasure.
Sam was into a steady rhythm, plunging her depths, stroking the wet contentment of her cunt-hole and making it feel more satisfied all the time. More. More hot, hard cock. More good, unabashed fucking. More.
"More!" she breathed, holding tighter to his shoulders, squeezing his flanks with her legs. "More!"
Sam fucked into his aunt's cunt with increasing force. Her pussy was sucking at his length of cock, increasingly reluctant to give it up even if only for a second or two. She became tighter and tighter around his fuck-pole.
His urgent kiss quelled her moans, so she simply returned the smooch with the same horny enthusiasm he showed her.
"That prick you're fucking me with is awful good," she said. "I could take it like this forever, just fucking and fucking and fucking."
She writhed beneath Sam, stirring him around inside her tight cunt-sheath.
Sam took these motions as a signal and suddenly plunged into her pussy at a variety of angles, hard. And then he was alternating the depths of his strokes as well, making the fucking more imaginative, more of an erotic dance.
"Ooooooh, you catch on fast!" Sheila cooed. "This gets better all the time . . . oooohhhh, what you're doing to my cunt. I'm gonna come for hours on end!"
"I feel it!" Sam gasped. "You're hotter now. Wetter, even tighter. What a piece of pussy. You feel so sensational wrapped around my cock!"
He rammed her with a series of hard, quick, deep-reaching drives of prick, bouncing his nuts on her upturned ass. Eyes shut, he appeared to be concentrating. If there was no tomorrow for them, he wanted to be sure to have the whole experience of this night committed to memory.
"Fuck me harder, lover!" she grunted. "Really give it to me. Make it happen for us both. I know you can do it!"
Sam slammed downward with his hips, sinking his fuck-pole in to his nuts with each forceful drive. He twitched his ass one way and another thoroughly reaming her craving cock-chute, scraping hard against one section, then another. He was groaning almost continuously now as his mind and body were claimed by the raw pleasure of the moment. Sheila was with him in every sense of the term. She swung her hips to join the lurid dance, as totally involved in unfettered fucking as he was. It had been too long, damn it. She was starving for this. Penetration by a horny cock was one of the biggest thrills she could ask for in life.
Despite the frenetic pace, they were each taking time and energy to enjoy the lewd togetherness of their bodies. Again Sheila was impressed by his staying power. His face remained so boyish, it was hard to remember there was so much man in him.
Suddenly Sheila's legs jerked alongside Sam's body. Her ass-muscles bunched and her guts went all tight, and she was at the brink. She saw his head thrown back as a look of sheer delight claimed his sweating face and knew he was there too.
Torrid climaxes ripped through their thrashing bodies, and liquids and sensations of total rapture gushed in all directions. On and on the fountaining went, one tide of pleasure hurried after by another and another. Sheila and Sam kept on driving at one another in their fevered state until they were out of breath and strength and just about all else.
Sam collapsed onto her and she felt just as weak. Yet, deep down, the longing for more remained, trying to prod their muscles into further action, even as their climaxes played out.
They finally calmed, but deep down they were both thinking the same thing, Sheila knew.
More.
Chapter Four
Next morning Sam was very quiet at the breakfast table. He hardly even looked at Sheila. But that didn't bother or concern her, for she understood. She felt the same way. One look and all self-control just might go straight out the window.
Busying herself for the moment with the laundry, she encountered Sam's bed clothes, with their sweat and stains of overflowed juices, and that effectively removed whatever distraction she had hoped to find in this particular chore.
Sam was luckier, she thought. He got to clean out the garage. No torturous reminders in there. Just hard work, complete satisfaction. Yet when he came in for a couple of sandwiches at lunch-time, Sheila couldn't help but notice the hard-on in his pants. It was even worse when he went back out to finish the job.
Who was she trying to kid? Sheila wondered. There was nothing to think about. It's going to happen again between Sam and her, she realized. It was only a matter of time, and that gave her a warm, secure feeling.
Shortly after lunch Peg left with some friends for an afternoon of shopping at the local mall. The house was left to Sheila and Sam. No disturbances, no interruptions.
God help us, Sheila prayed. Not for salvation, but for safety. What troubled her now, what struck fear into her, was the possibility of discovery. They had chosen a dangerous path, the two of them. Being found out would result in all kinds of ruin for them both.
Lying on the bed, in the cool comfort of the room, Sheila considered her precarious future. No, there was no real guilt, no shame, she was beyond help there. And the more she thought, the more convinced she became that she and Sam could get away with a secret affair. So now even the fear factor was wearing thin. She was beyond saving there too.
God help us, she prayed.
Why had Burt turned away from her? She wouldn't be in this position if he hadn't.
The sound of a running shower interrupted her thoughts. Sam must have finished in the garage and come upstairs to wash off the sweat and dust of his toil.
He's naked now, she couldn't help but think, and a smile spread her lips. And I know what his cock looks like this time. All wet, soaping himself, that sweaty cock and balls and ass, his muscles rippling . . . would he jerk off or take a chance and save it for her?
Sheila's pussy gave a nudging twitch between her legs, urging her not to gamble and go settle the matter for him. As had become usual, her flesh and her system and even her mind ruled her conscience and her sense of propriety. Sheila pushed herself from the bed.
Reaching up under her dress, she swept down her panties, stepped out of them. Enjoying the wickedness of her sweet self, Sheila ambled from the room and down the hall.
The bathroom door was ajar, as if he were waiting. She shoved it open and looked in, immediately spotting Sam's head over the door of the shower cubicle. His body was outlined on the fogged glass. His cock was up.
"Hi, foxy!" He grinned impishly, spotting her almost immediately.
Bearing something close to a leer, Sheila undulated across to the stall. Crossing her arms atop the door, she rested her chin on a forearm and gave Sam a long, longing once-over. She was safe in looking and was going to take full advantage.
Appreciating the attention, and the freedom, Sam did a slow turn under the spray, rinsing off lather to offer an unobstructed view of his flawless skin. His cock was fully extended, pointing up at her as he turned. It wagged in happy fashion from side to side. Not once did it bob downward.
"When you turn on, you don't kid around," she observed.
He stood facing her, openly, even proudly. He softly touched the underside of his angled prick with the fingertips of a stroking hand. "It's something I must have picked up from my aunt. She's a real prize in the shameless sweepstakes, believe me."
"You like her, do you?"
"Oh yeah! She's the best. I'd do anything for her."
"She's lucky to have someone like you around to take care of her."
"About as lucky as I am," he answered. Cutting the kidding around then, he shifted closer. "I'm glad it isn't going to stop at last night for us."
"I took a big risk. We'll have to be more careful from now on."
"I understand."
Feeling a happy impulse return, Sheila stepped back from the shower door. "Shut that off and get out here." She picked up a towel from beside the sink. "I'll dry you off and we'll see what develops."
Sam obliged, treating her to the erotic spectacle of his wagging cock as he moved out into the open. He trembled, and her own knees weakened, and her mouth watered, her eyes glazing over. She drew a deep breath and went around behind him, intending to start there and work her way around to his better stuff. She caught a frontal reflection in the mirror but turned her attention elsewhere.
"Gorgeous ass you've got there," she murmured fondly, squeezing a jutting loaf of ass-cheek through the towel. "Real man-sized. No wonder you fuck like one."
She worked towel-covered fingertips into the deep crevice of his ass and rubbed along the bottom of the crack, starting at the upper reaches of it and venturing all the way under to his shit-hole, then back up bit by bit. The friction made him tremble again and his cock jerked with lust.
"Saucy wench!" He grinned. "Sexy bitch. I'm nuts about you."
Pleased, Sheila lowered onto her knees on the small bathroom rug. No, she was more than pleased. She was fulfilled on a personal level. She was made whole again. She was still able to delight a man in a carnal way with only the smallest effort. She needed a lot of reminders of that, since Burt had turned away from her.
She briskly toweled the backs of his legs. Then, licking her lips, she touched his thighs to turn him around.
His fully extended cock swung around into view and waved alluringly before her captivated eyes. Her hands worked distractedly to dry his legs as she stared in fascination at the immense hard-on she had wrought. Fascination, and whole-hearted adoration. How she hungered for it.
But she held off, both to tease Sam and to tantalize herself. She made a conscious effort to towel his body and shoulders. His out-reaching cock touched her tits and she felt the burn of his desire, even through her dress.
Down to his flat stomach, then reaching underneath to brush the towel at his hanging balls. His cock bucked with excitement at the unique friction, but still Sheila resisted direct contact.
She played the towel against his balls a moment longer, then on his inner thighs. He groaned helplessly, and it got to her. Ass on heels, she leaned forward and flicked a fat drop of pre-cum from his cock-point. She twisted her head and licked down the smooth underside of his red prick-length. She brushed her cheek back along the pulsing flank, then down the other side, then fluttered her tongue up underneath.
"I want to come in your mouth!" Sam rasped. "More than anything. Your fantastic mouth."
"Yeah," Sheila breathed. "I love the taste of your cum!"
She gripped the base of his prick-shaft and licked at the flared crown. She wiped pre-cum from the slit and smacked her lips as the flavor hinted across her tongue.
Spurred by rising cock-hunger, Sheila took the gorgeous cock between her warm, velvet-soft lips. She inhaled deeply and sucked down past the ridge. Pausing to squeeze, she sucked down farther, and bit by bit took in his incredibly stiff prick, ultimately cramming it into her throat to get the whole thing past her lips.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sheila moaned with satisfaction and lust as her nose nestled in his patch of hair and her chin nudged his swollen, dangling balls. Sam's hands stroked her hair with good-natured gentleness.
"You're amazing, Sheila. Beautiful, wicked, and just amazing. It's incredible how you thrill my cock. You're gonna have my cum shooting in no time."
Sheila pulled her mouth up, up and off Sam's pulsating prick. "I really love it!"
His cock was so hard, so full, so beautiful, it seemed a crime to be working at deflating it. His prick was perfection, standing there, untamed, proud. She could have worshipped it forever. And Sam. He was so good for her.
But giving him his complete pleasure weighed heaviest on her mind, and she did have a pressing thirst for his jizz. Sheila fitted her lips back onto the drooling cock-tip and sucked down with lascivious intent.
Arousal danced through her system as she adoringly sucked Sam's cock. A rigid prick, a naked, appreciative male, she was in absolute bliss there on her knees in front of him.
Humming inside, Sheila swirled her busy tongue around his throbbing cock-meat. She used her top teeth to lightly scrape his cock, the friction likely to set off sparks of enjoyment. Sure enough, the cock jerked with lust inside her drawing, wet warmth.
"Fantastic!" Sam breathed. "Fantastic cock-sucking. Out of this world, baby! Out of this world!"
His hips began to thrust at her. She wanted to take her mouth from his cock and tell him how good that felt but the moment never seemed right. She couldn't let go.
The sucking pressure she applied caved Sheila's cheeks in. Lewd slurping sounds escaped from her lips. She grunted and groaned with longing for the taste of his climax. Faster and faster her head rocked forward and back.
Come, she implored silently. Come, you hot cock! Come in my mouth, in my throat! Come for me, baby. Come!
The early warning signs showed and she sucked even more urgently at Sam's cock. His excitement intensified with each heartbeat, welling up to the boiling point and exploding with youthful force.
Holding firm to the upper end of Sam's suddenly convulsing cock-rod, Sheila thrilled to the first jets of his delicious jizz. She quivered with burning sensations of triumph and fulfillment as his cock-juice gushed forth, filling her mouth up with salty spunkiness.
"Mmmmra, mmmmmm, mmmmmm!" she moaned, sucking in more and more of his spewing cum. His balls and cock gave all they had and still she sucked. Hugging his thighs and ass, she drew herself closer to his fleshy fountain.
Only when her mouth could hold no more did she swallow his spent seed. Feeling it warm her throat and tummy, she eased her head back, sucking off the jizz that had coated his enclosed prick and taking in another swallow of his ball-juice. Again Sheila moaned her delight.
Sam knelt slowly, his knees going out to either side of Sheila's legs. Cupping her face dearly in his hands, he gave her a long, loving kiss. "That was beautiful!"
"You inspire me," she explained.
"You're kind of inspiring yourself," he answered.
"Oh?"
He sneaked a hand in between her thighs under her dress and cupped her tumid pussy. He inserted a testing finger. "Oh yeah, pretty inspiring. You're wet. You turned on just from having my cock in your mouth!"
"Gives you a few ideas, does it?"
"I want my mouth to be as big a thrill for you as yours was for me. I wanna take real special care of you. With my tongue, and my lips."
"Love it!" Sheila enthused, quivering. "I wanna lick your cunt. I even wanna lick your ass!"
Sheila wrapped her arms around Sam and kissed him throatily as her body stirred with deeper yearning. His hands swept over her, caressing her curves and hollows through the dress as he returned the kiss. He sucked her wriggly tongue to show his hunger.
Sam broke the juicy smooch and stood. Catching Sheila's hand, he drew her to her feet and led her from the bathroom. Walking backwards so he wouldn't have to take his eyes from her, he drew Sheila into his bedroom. Their eyes held, showing total warmth.
He pulled open her dress and pushed it from her shoulders, her body, and his expression brightened to find her fully naked underneath. He drew her nude body into his arms and kissed her passionately, Frenching her mouth as if it were the tastiest morsel imaginable.
After long moments of that, he lowered onto his knees. Keeping straight, he was level with her jutting tits. First he kissed them all over, wetly. His tongue slipped out and he trailed it over her coned orbs of tit-meat.
He flicked his tongue repeatedly at each nipple, then took to nibbling at them with his lips. Sheila's fingers combed into his hair and drew his head closer. Or tried to. He seemed determined to keep his own pace. He was learning.
Shortly he was scraping her tit-peaks with his teeth, top and bottom both, drawing the pulpy flesh to rigid attention. At last the soft suction of his wet mouth began, and he pulled at her tit-flesh with exquisite playfulness.
Sheila's knees were in a near constant state of trembling when, gripping her hips, he guided her to a seat on the edge of the bed. She lay back on a pillow against the wall as he lifted her knees back and apart. Sheila held them for him in her hands and felt his palms slide down to the rounds of her ass-cheeks.
Bowing between her parted, folded shanks, Sam nuzzled his aunt's belly, venturing slowly downward. He pressed puckered lips to the soft hair of her cunt-mound, hands softly kneading the smooth fullness of her warm ass-globes.
Her clit pulsing sweetly, cunt drooling in anticipation, Sheila felt her face flush with genuine arousal. She wiggled her body to encourage her nephew, to try to hurry him on to her craving fuck-hole.
What he did was back off slightly and inhale deeply of the aroma of her cunt. Terribly teasing, but the deeply pleased look on his face was flattering and of some comfort to her wracked insides.
Using two fingers, Sam spread his aunt's cunt and took a close look at the finely shaped clit and small-seeming fuck-slit beyond her splendidly shaped outer folds. He appeared awestruck by her feminine beauty.
"Gorgeous," he breathed. "Almost too good to eat!"
"Don't you even think it," she murmured.
He chuckled softly, finally lowering his mouth to her waiting cunt. His lips settled widely on her pooch of pussy and held it warmly. His tongue slipped out onto her parted privates and flicked over the tender flesh, then ventured into the pussy-opening.
Abruptly he shot his tongue way up into her tight cunt-tunnel and tasted her running juices. He groaned with heartfelt delight that in turn gave Sheila a real charge. The intimate contact was already making her tingle.
Sheila moaned in sweet response and gave a lewd wriggle with her hand-held ass. His tongue ground into her hot pussy and she felt the absolute sincerity of his desire and intention to make her come. It felt like a long-lost thrill, and Sheila, grinning her pleasure, squirmed on the bed.
Sam licked in and out and around her cunt for long moments, slowly but steadily stoking her passion-fires, bringing it all together. Then he remembered his other main desire and, pushing her legs way back, said, "Now you get your ass licked, baby!"
Sheila tensed with anticipation, feeling his hot breath on her upturned ass, her gaping crack, the shit-hole itself. Oils from her cunt had leaked down to the hole, glazing it erotically. She could feel the wetness there.
"Oh God baby!" she gasped. "You're already turning me on so good. This is gonna drive me out of my mind!"
The first touch of his tongue on her ass-crack sent tingling jolts of arousal through her nether region, up her thighs. He swept into the splayed crevice and dabbed continuously at the puckered pink hole, flicking his tongue-tip outward in all directions.
Then he was licking out over her ass-cheeks again, as he'd done to her tits earlier. And if that wasn't fun enough, next he was biting into the smooth, muscle-packed crescents. His approach and attitude were ravenous. He adored her womanly ass and was thrilled to show her how much.
Gasping with arousal, Sheila watched and felt him eventually move his magical mouth back up onto her pussy. With a thumb on each side, he pulled the cushioning flesh away from her extended clit.
"Yeessss, oh yeessss!" Sheila hissed with wanton lust. "My clit needs it bad. It's really aching for you, lover! Give it your fantastic mouth!"
Sam flicked softly at the inflamed bud. It flared, swelling further, pulsing with glee. He licked again and saw the dainty nub stand up and rage with excitement. He sucked it between his lips and felt it pulse deliciously.
"Gawd," Sheila cried, "this is too fucking much. I don't know how much more I can take!"
Her body was a writhing, twisting mass as Sam flattened his tongue on her clit. He mauled it brutally, then fluttered the tip to apply feather-soft caresses. He sucked it in again and stabbed his tongue-tip at the very peak of her clit. That was the one place that really got her going in over-drive and he had found it and was now using it to the limit. And beyond.
Sheila's body gave a lurid convulsion and she came. Her legs jerked in the air, her ass bucked out of control, her face contorted wildly as wailing sounds erupted from her throat. No need to play it cautious now, she openly screamed her pleasure, gasping and cursing like a bitch in heat as her climax happened.
Her brain was knocked out of commission and she was a popping, snapping, flaring live wire of bursting carnal energy. She quaked and shook and twisted and fought for air and cried hot tears of ecstasy.
Chapter Five
As involved as she was with Sam, Sheila still had time for other things. Like Peg. It was fun to just sit and engage in girl-talk every now and then. It filled a need in Sheila for companionship and at the same time helped make the girl feel free to come to her with any problems that might come up.
One day Peg returned from one of her shopping forays and invited Sheila up to her room to show off what she had bought.
Peg, in her eagerness, was getting out of her blouse when Sheila entered.
"Turn around," the teen instructed. "I don't want you to see until I've got it on."
Sheila indulgently played along. Peg was Sam's twin, but their similarities pretty much ended with their ages. Peg was the bubbly, outgoing one, and seemingly younger, where Sam showed more maturity.
"Okay," Peg chirped finally. "Take a look."
Sheila turned and her jaw immediately dropped. She hadn't been sure of what to expect, but what she got hadn't even crossed her mind as a possibility.
Her blonde, teenaged niece was sporting the scantiest black bikini Sheila had ever seen. The two top triangles covered the peaks of the girl's great tits but little else, leaving the surrounding flesh uncovered. Down below, a third triangle cupped a mound of soft pubic hair, but only just.
Thin strands curved up high on her nicely developed hips, holding the lower material tightly in place, almost outlining every ridge and fold of her young cunt. Hands on those dainty hips, Peg turned to offer a rear view, showing a larger black patch covering her ass-crack and perhaps half of each jutting cheek.
"Good Lord!" Sheila murmured.
"Stunning, huh?" Peg said brightly.
"Do you know what your mother will do to me if she hears I've let you out in public wearing that?"
"Oh stop," Peg countered smartly. "It's nothing worse than what any of the other girls wear. Really."
"Uh-huh."
"What's the problem anyway? I look good, don't I?"
"Too good. You think you can handle all the attention that outfit will get you?"
"I'd sure like to try," Peg said. "At least, with some helpful advice from my friendly auntie ..."
"Sly little witch," Sheila cracked, feeling herself being drawn in by the girl's impish charm. No doubt the kid was a natural-born charmer. "Think you're pretty good at getting your own way, don't you?"
"I'm learning . . . you will be there for me, won't you? I mean, we can talk about boys and stuff, can't we?"
"I guess so. Anything to keep you out of real trouble."
"I'm glad, because there's something I've been wanting to ask you." "Shoot."
"Well, how does a girl know if she's a nympho?"
"Is that something you worry about?"
"Yes, frankly." Peg drifted closer to Sheila, looking serious. "I keep getting urges, more often than I think I should. My nipples just stiffen up on me, my titties get all tingly, and it's really freaky how wet and itchy-hot my pussy gets, you know?"
"I know," Sheila answered sympathetically. Peg's words had struck a deep chord within her.
"How often does this happen?" Sheila asked.
"Four or five times a day sometimes."
"Well, I wouldn't worry about it. Sounds normal enough to me. Besides, what's so terrible about being a nympho, anyway?"
"Maybe that's not what's really worrying me," Peg replied.
"I'm listening."
"Well, sometimes I find myself thinking about and even fantasizing about . . . girls."
"You too?" Sheila responded.
"What do you mean?"
"You keep reminding me of me at your age, that's all."
"No kidding?" Peg said, brightening. "Wow! And you're not exactly lez, are you?"
"You're worried you're going that way?"
"Yeah. What do you think it means, these thoughts of mine?"
"It means you're a horny young fox whose interests are expanding, like mine did."
"Did you ever do anything about it?" Peg asked then. "Aside from thinking, that is."
Sheila drew a breath. "Yes, I did, to tell the truth." She had no qualms against opening up to the girl. Peg could handle it.
"No kidding? You played with other girls?"
"For fun. No big deal. No small deal either, though."
"And you didn't get hooked?"
"Hell no! It served as a nice bridge from innocence to getting it on with boys. And then I went both ways for a while, until I met Burt."
"I was afraid of getting stuck on whatever side I started out on."
"Oh no. Try it with a girl and you'll find yourself as keen for boys as before."
"Honest?"
"I'd be happy to show you if you'd like."
Now where had that notion come from? Sheila wondered. What on earth had made her say it? Peg was one sweet young thing, yes, and in need of reassurance, but still!
The frank talk, Peg standing there in that minuscule bikini, just too cute and sexy and vulnerable for words, had taken Sheila back to her schooldays. Those hot summer nights with the aroma of fresh pussy in a bedroom much like this.
Peg showed surprise at the offer but wasn't taken aback. In fact, the idea appeared to be something she'd secretly been waiting to hear, judging from her suddenly eager response. "Really, Aunt Sheila? You would? Now?"
Sam was out for the afternoon. They had the time. Lord knew, Peg seemed willing. As for Sheila, well, there didn't appear to be reason enough not to.
Sheila closed the door. Peg regarded her with a shy but expectant look as Sheila eased toward her. Close to Peg, she played a hand lightly over a bare arm. "If you're sure about this . . . "
"I've been waiting for ages, Aunt Sheila."
"I never guessed," Sheila answered, shifting closer.
She played her hand up onto Peg's shoulder, then down onto and across the bulges of the barely concealed tits. She cupped one, lifting teasingly, and thought, the kid has got a damn fine pair. She felt an old, long-dormant hunger stir potently within.
Peg looked down at the hand touching her tit. Glinting with devilment, she eased the fullness of her tit-meat at the cradling fingers. Her eyes lifted to Sheila's warmly responsive gaze.
Without shyness, the two females leaned forward and let their lips touch. Their mouths pressed softly together, then more firmly on Sheila's part as she led the way. Her lips parted, spreading her niece's with them, and the easy joining grew more intimate.
Their tit-points touched through their coverings and pressed together as their bodies relaxed and the smooch played on. Sheila felt a wicked tremble deep inside and a faint shudder in the body of her niece.
She had wondered if Peg could go through with what she had in mind. Those doubts were erased as Peg lifted her tongue along Sheila's lips and flicked into the woman's mouth. Their probes met and flirted wickedly.
Sheila carefully encircled the young blonde babe with an arm and drew her closer. Peg responded by slipping both arms behind Sheila. Their tits bedded snugly together as the two vixens continued kissing.
"Some fun, Sheila," Peg breathed. "Take me all the way, okay? Do anything you want. I just know I'm going to eat it all up!"
"That's a real eye-catching outfit you've got on," Sheila said. "But you'll look even better bare-assed naked."
To help the girl along, Sheila pulled the knot holding the bikini bra to the girl's tits.
Peg eased it away and lifted off the bikini top, the quick movement causing her tits to bobble about. Their skin was taut with youth, holding the hand-filling orbs high and thrust out. Exquisite.
Sheila got out of her dress to keep Peg from feeling self-conscious, though that might have been a needless worry. The girl was already thumbing down her bikini panties and then stood with hips cocked to watch Sheila shuck her lacy undies.
"You look pretty hot yourself in the buff," Peg remarked.
"Feels kinky too, doesn't it?"
"Yeah!" Peg enthused. "Especially with someone to show it all off to. It feels like good things are gonna happen."
Sensuous thing, Sheila thought as she sat on the bed. Peg slid in next to her. Sheila leaned over, sliding a hand across Peg's tummy as then-mouths fused again. Peg unabashedly reached over and smoothed Sheila's belly. Sheila lifted her hand and felt Peg's touch rise too. Follow the leader, she thought then. Not a bad idea.
Sheila played her hand over and under and around Peg's fantastic tits and felt reciprocal action on her own tit-charms. She sensed Peg's rising pleasure along with her own, maybe even moving ahead a little. The young slut really wanted it, Sheila realized.
Chewing at the eager, tender young lips, Sheila brushed her hand down Peg's thrumming body. She swirled her fingers in the blonde cunt-hair and felt the girl's legs spread. As Peg's hand reached her pussy, Sheila opened her thighs as well.
The fun continued as Sheila played her long, slender fingers down onto her niece's waiting pussy. She rubbed the tips on the yielding, steamy folds and felt tentative matching caresses on her own cunt. Peg shook hotly against Sheila.
"Sexy young thing," Sheila murmured between juicy kisses.
"I feel the wet on your cunt, Sheila. Am I really turning you on? Am I good for you?"
"Honey, you're good enough to eat."
"Oooooh, be my guest!" Peg eagerly replied.
Sheila smiled acceptingly and watched as Peg lay back across the bed. She seemed a tad surprised that Sheila was taking her up on it, but she was also eager. Arms stretched above her head, her tits bunched and drew higher on her body. Sheila's hands were drawn back to them and she tweaked the swollen peaks.
Her mouth watered as she bent over the girl and touched her tongue to a waiting stump of nipple-flesh. She felt the warmth and rigidity of it and eagerly settled her lips around the sexy spike. She sucked sensually.
It was damn fine being with a horny babe again. Damn fine. Brought back a lot of memories, stirred up a lot of sleeping juices. And if some of the novelty had worn off of girl-girl fun, then the incest angle made up for it.
Funny how Sheila felt more aware of the incest thing with Peg than with Sam. But then, a hard cock could make her forget a lot.
Sucking at each glorious mound of tit, Sheila returned her nimble knowing hand to Peg's pussy. It felt so tender and hot and available, a wicked thrill went through her with potent force.
It also compelled Sheila to move down Peg's curved body, and she swept her kissing, licking mouth over the flat belly, out onto each hip. Sheila sank to her knees on the carpeting and licked in between the parted thighs. She nuzzled puckered lips into the furred mound of Peg's steamy pussy.
Peg drew both legs up and apart. She wiggled happily. "I feel like one hot, turned-on bitch! I'm not gonna need much!"
Sheila nudged Peg's pooched-out pussy and inhaled the fragrant aroma wafting up out of the cunt-flesh. She trailed the end of her nose slowly up and down the silky ridges. She was touched by the erotic memories of other spread, teen pussies and flawless bodies and she flushed hotly.
Hungry now, Sheila dipped her tongue out and dragged it up the length of Peg's widening fuck-slit. Crouched low on her bent legs, hands on the floor in front of her knees, Sheila licked steadily at the girl's gaping cunt.
Peg squirmed, sighing with want and arousal. Her curvaceous body bent and twisted and she greedily gripped her coned tits in both hands.
"It's so good," she breathed. "Ooooohhhh, I can't believe it. So sexy . . . what a turn-on . . . keep licking my pussy like that! Just keep on giving me your tongue!"
Sheila straightened her tongue and stiffened it, holding it way out between bared teeth. She slowly inserted it into Peg's gladly yielding cunt-hole. Nodding her head slowly to add extra friction, Sheila shuddered, tasting the heat and the smoothness and the bubbling juices in there, and she thrilled to the welcoming twitches of the young, wildly aroused pussy.
Peg gasped and groaned as Sheila's probe slid farther in. Keeping her tongue hard, Sheila now rolled her head in lazy circles, stirring her extension around inside Peg's tight grasp, scraping the super-sensitive inner tissues with it, making the teen coo for more.
Sheila's bared upper teeth were against Peg's exposed and stiffened clit. Her head movements applied hard, rubbing caresses to the lust-filled clit. Peg squirmed and writhed with climbing passion on the bed, cooing her delight into every corner of the room.
Holding her open mouth against Peg's pussy, Sheila curled her tongue and pulled it from the squeezing folds. She scooped a dizzying taste of the girl's juices into her mouth and shot her tongue back into the sweet fuck-hole for more of the same.
Peg's body gave a lascivious twist in response to the sudden, deep-reaching penetration, and she hunched her wanton crotch at Sheila's face to encourage those thrills to continue.
Gnashing Peg's clit on her Up, Sheila responded to the urgent need in indulgent fashion. She scooped her stiff tongue time and time again into the fiery cunt-hole.
Sheila's body was teeming with little pleasures all the while, but they were nothing compared to the passions that had a hold of her niece. The babe was twisting and turning like some kind of live wire, tasty hot sparks leaping from the open end of her cunt into Sheila's gobbling mouth.
Once more Sheila stuck her tongue way out and made it rigid. Keeping it straight, she eased her head and shoulders away from Peg, drawing her pointed tip out to the entrance of the steamy cunt-chute. She bobbed forward without hesitation and sliced her wet tongue into the yearning pussy-gash.
Sheila went on tongue-fucking the heated pussy, her pace and intensity on the up-swing all the while. She rammed her tongue into the hot hole and crashed time and again against Peg's clit in an all-out assault on the ecstasy that was pent up in the girl's loins.
"Nnnnnn, mmmmhhhh," Peg whimpered, clutching wildly at her stiffened tit-cones. She gasped. "Ooohhh, that's good. Your tongue is going so deep I can't believe it. And is that friction ever sensational. Shit, you got me smokin' now, lady! I'm burnin' up. Do it! Do it!"
Sheila turned her head a fraction of an inch to either side as her body kept on rocking to and fro. She plundered the wet, horny fuck-hole from countless different angles, feeding extra pressure onto one soft spot, then another, then yet another.
Sheila had her niece shaking from cunt to stiff-peaked tits by now and she was madly going for broke.
Peg's body lurched, her legs kicked, she wailed intensely and sailed into her climax on Sheila's plunging tongue. The torrid sounds of her joy filled the room as the gushing wetness of her climax filled Sheila's mouth. She was coming, and Sheila ate it up, already anticipating good things for that gnawing need between her own quivery thighs.
Chapter Six
Sheila whiled away a few long moments softly stroking Peg's pussy with her now-pliant tongue. She drew forth the last quakes of the girl's orgasm and cleaned out the remainder of the tasty cum-juice.
Licking her lips, Sheila lifted and, as Peg swung around to he lengthwise on the bed, settled in on one side in front of the girl. Each propped up on an elbow, the two females faced one another at close range. Peg looked a little woozy from her gut-wrenching climax, but the spirit of pleasure was still with her.
"That was some kind of thrill, Sheila!" She beamed. "I'd heard it could be good, but that good? Never. God, my pussy's still tingling from one end to the other."
Sheila slid a hand onto the accessible cunt and rubbed the heat of the softness in comforting fashion.
"You're one tasty, passionate piece," she said. "I really enjoyed it too."
"Did you? You couldn't have gotten off though, could you? Just by eating me out?"
"Just about, honey, just about. But pleasing you was a satisfaction in itself."
"But you didn't come?"
"No."
"That hardly seems fair," Peg said, showing the glint of a burgeoning idea.
Sheila waited for more.
Peg swept her bright eyes over Sheila's fine form and she followed that up with a flirting fingertip. "I'll bet I could do a pretty good job of returning the pleasure."
"It wouldn't surprise me," Sheila responded. "You've got all the tools."
"I think I've got the know-how too. Wanna spread your legs for me?"
"Anytime you want, lover girl."
Peg eagerly squirmed closer and threw a limp arm around Sheila's shoulders. She mashed her lips to the woman's and donated a juicy smooch. "I'm getting all sorts of crazy urges!"
"You can do anything you want," Sheila said.
Peg grinned with delight, her body giving an excited shake. Her jutting tits touched Sheila's outreaching pair and the contact set off erotic sparks inside. Peg looked down and consciously moved her tits into Sheila's. She twisted her body to and fro to shake her tits against the mounds of tit-meat on her aunt's chest.
"Kinky!" Sheila grinned. "Go for it!"
Peg lifted her open hand to the outer swell of Sheila's tit and she held it gently. "It drove me wild when you touched my tits before," she confided. "Do you like it too?"
"Love it! Holding, squeezing, sucking, I love it all! They're big, but they're sensitive!"
"Just like mine," Peg put in. She forced her hand between their pressing tit-flesh and gave Sheila a lewd grope, forcing the nipple into her palm. Sheila quaked with excitement. "Do the feelings go all the way to your pussy? Like they do for me?"
"Oh yes," a flushing Sheila rasped.
"Shit," Peg breathed with a sudden blurt of want, "I've got to suck them!"
She slid down on the bed and, for the first moment, feasted her eyes on the pouty tit-masses.
Sheila laid her head and shoulders down onto a pillow and twisted slightly toward Peg, making one tit higher and more accessible than the other. Feeling the intent stare on it, she sighed happily, dreamily. The vibes in that bed were wonderful. Sheila couldn't think of a problem in the world.
Peg opened her mouth and sucked well onto Sheila's offered tit-mound. She wasn't giving much thought to finesse, but at this point of the game she didn't need to.
She held the suction on the mouthful of tit as she lifted her head and pulled the coned mass of flesh out from Sheila's body. Stretched to its short limit, the tit tugged itself from Peg's mouth with a slurpy sound and jiggled enticingly as it snapped back into place on Sheila's chest. Peg's eyes shone brightly at the delicious view and she greedily slurped in another mouthful of tit.
This time the teenager was keen on getting more tit-flesh into her smallish mouth. She stretched her lips wide, gulping in tit-peak, section by section, each time pausing to regroup before hauling in more with all the strength her lungs and throat could muster.
Sheila half-yelped as the limit seemed to be reached and Peg's head lifted to apply that final, hard suck. Never had Sheila's tits been so intently mauled by a mouth.
Thoroughly flattered and pleased with herself, Peg went back for more. But when she had Sheila whimpering, she switched to soft, comforting kisses all over the delicious tit-mound.
Then Sheila rolled flat on her back and lifted her unravaged tit in offering. She saw Peg's eyes flare at the sight of fresh tit and felt herself attacked by the same crude but wonderful mouth. Sheila found herself squealing with girlish delight and felt like kicking her heels in the air and whooping with carnal glee.
"Jeez," Peg remarked upon relinquishing a medium mouthful of tit-meat. "I thought I was the horny one. But you're all woman, Sheila!"
"I feel like I'm all cunt, you've got me so hot," Sheila answered truthfully. "If you don't give me that sweet sucking you promised, I'll just burst."
Immediately Peg scampered up over Sheila. Straddling the woman's shoulders, facing down her aunt's churning body, Peg crouched and reached forward. Grabbing the backs of Sheila's knees, she pulled the legs back and apart. Holding them in position, Peg bowed low over Sheila.
Sheila felt the hot gusts of Peg's breath on her spread crotch and her insides steamed with anticipation. Above her face she had the erotic view of Peg's spread ass and pussy and well-shaped thighs, a genuine feast for any pair of eyes, male or female.
My own niece, she thought with a perverse pleasure that quickly swallowed up whatever shame she might have felt. As if needing something to hold on to, she closed her hands on the raised, wide crescents of Peg's ass.
Sheila's body quaked from head to toe as Peg's soft lips nuzzled the waiting flesh of her cunt. Peg kissed down along the moist folds, her breath now hitting on Sheila's upturned asshole, washing a fresh thrill along her auntie's tingling system.
Kissing back up to Sheila's cunt-mound, Peg brought her tongue into play. She licked past the patch of hair and softly down one side of the woman's aromatic cunt. She flicked across that space between pussy and asshole and back up to the crown of soft hair.
Sheila pressed her raised knees in at Peg's waist and crossed her ankles between the girl's shoulders. Her arms crossed and hugged the out-thrust ass above her. She felt Peg's hands slide around to cradle her ass-cheeks, squeezing with tantalizing gentleness. And then that wicked little tongue was flicking down the slit of her craving fuck-hole.
"I love what your tongue is doing to me!" Sheila rasped. "You really know how to use it. I'm turning on like I can't believe!"
Peg shifted the tips of her forefingers closer to Sheila's cunt-folds. Digging in and pulling away, she fully exposed the woman's rigid clit. She blew on it softly.
"Oh girl, now you've found my hot spot!" Sheila groaned. "I just know you're going to please it to death, you little wench."
She felt a quiver run through Peg and, giggling naughtily, the girl gave her ass a saucy wiggle. The kid was in charge now and she was going to run with it.
Peg started off by tonguing light circles around the base of Sheila's clit. The pressure varied very effectively, making the spike pulse with horniness.
One thing Peg had learned from diddling her own cut-every chance she got, it seemed-was that holding off the final pleasure usually reaped the biggest rewards. Anticipation offered a girl the most fun.
So Peg's caresses weren't constant. Often she would pause to blow on Sheila's clit, or just leave it completely alone. Sheila bitched like mad when she did that, but Peg held to her own plan in vixenish fashion.
She moved the focus of her tongue-tip to different points as well, from around the clit to the pussy itself. The best responses came when she wagged her tip to and fro on the very peak of Sheila's stiff clit.
Trembles began to roll continuously up and down Sheila's thighs, reaching into her handheld ass-cheeks. Her body held relatively still while it was getting direct attention but squirmed restlessly and sometimes almost angrily when the teasing wench lifted clear, breaking that delicious contact.
She would cry out for resumption of the flesh-heating tingles, and sigh and groan and wiggle with glee when the soft, quick flicks came back to her bulging clit.
Sheila groaned dreamily. "That's absolute heaven, Peg honey. Please don't put me through any more hell!"
The sensuous attack continued, wild sensations tickling Sheila through and through. Her legs pressed in on the gorgeous body over her own, her ass wiggling and curving up wantonly at the softly lapping mouth. At times Sheila laughed out loud, with no other way to vent her joy. She had been so close for so long it was almost as if she were in a constant state of climax.
Peg made it last until her mouth grew tired. Then, somewhat resignedly, she lowered her tongue onto the torrid clit and stroked quickly, continuously.
Sheila realized that this time it was going to happen for real and she braced herself. She held on for dear life to the squirming body on top of her own and felt her teeth clench. Her thighs started to burn, her ass tingled hotly, her clit was going to explode.
Sheila wailed, then screamed intensely as the delights of her climaxing pussy gushed into her parched system. She writhed and bucked and grunted under the onslaught of heart-stopping sensations, and was left a quivering, whimpering mess as her orgasm subsided and faded into aftermath. She simply could not take any more. No way.
Peg pulled herself from Sheila's cunt, turned around and stretched out on top of her aunt, bedding their succulent tits together once again. Sheila's eyes opened and she had to smile.
"Your face is wet," she said.
"You really shot some hot stuff!" Peg grinned.
Sheila drew the girl's head down and softly licked the wetness away. Their mouths joined in a soulful, lasting kiss. "Well?" Sheila said then. "Well what?"
"Has it happened? Does it feel like you've left your desires for cock far behind?"
Peg didn't have to think before answering. "No way. If anything, I'm hotter for that than ever."
"Just what I thought. It was that way with me, too."
"Boy!" Peg said, shaking her head. "That Uncle Burt is one lucky dude, having a woman like you to take care of him."
Sheila smiled in response to the compliment, but it was strained in its own small way, and not small enough to escape Peg.
"You do take care of him, don't you?" Peg said.
"I try," Sheila said. "Things aren't exactly what they should be, though."
The words came with surprising ease. She needed to talk.
"What's the trouble? Has he stopped fucking you?"
"In a word, yes."
"Gosh. How terrible."
Sheila shrugged a shoulder. She had to talk, but was Peg the right person? Perhaps not. "It's probably just a phase. Don't you worry your pretty little head over my troubles, okay?"
Peg accepted that with a smile and gave Sheila a happy, cheering smooch. Then she lifted up until only the points of their tits were touching.
Their bellies basked in one another's satiny heat. Their pussy-mounds were touching, and rubbing as Peg started to and fro with easy motions.
"I don't believe it!" the girl cried. "I'm getting excited again!"
"Me too," Sheila said.
"Ooooooh, and I'm getting urges again."
"Like what?"
Peg smiled, and hunched with extra verve on top of Sheila's cunt-mound. Fingers of arousal reached out from the woman's reawakening cunt-core.
"I'm sorry I didn't lick your ass when I was down there at your pussy," Peg said. "It might have been a real kick for both of us."
"I know. I almost took a swipe at yours. And then I almost stuck a finger in it."
"Wow, I wonder what that feels like!"
"Really far out," Sheila said. "Really scrumptious!"
"Let's do it," Peg said, becoming still, her eyes flashing. "Let's just you and me stick fingers in each other's asshole."
Sheila laughed in delight at the girl's open raunchiness, at the lewdness of it all. "Damn right! Let's do it!"
Peg rolled off and the two females positioned themselves on an elbow each. Their free hands made a dive for the other's gaping crotch.
"A little slickum to ease things along," Peg remarked, sliding a fingertip into Sheila's gooey pussy, following Sheila's lead.
"You catch on fast," the aunt observed, and squeezed with her cunt-muscles.
"Sexy trick," Peg remarked. "Teach me how to make my pussy do that?"
"That and a lot more," Sheila promised.
They diddled one another's pussy, giggling together in perfect delight as they moistened their fingers and savored the kicks of this style of penetration.
Peg was the first to venture down to the second, smaller hole and flirt her tip in the constricted opening. Wracked with perverse pleasure, Sheila followed suit. Her hand trembled as she touched the head of Peg's shit-hole and felt the raw heat emanating from within.
Sheila was the first to add real pressure and work inside the ass-ring. Peg caught up fast though and the two of them inserted their wet probes inch by inch, bit by bit, all the way into their thrilled shit-chutes.
To cap off the initial thrill of such a lascivious stunt, Sheila brushed her thumb over Peg's clit. She was rewarded with kicky fun as Peg reciprocated the flicking motion and wriggled her finger deep inside her aunt's ass-tunnel.
"I've never had such good, dirty fun," Sheila said. "We're gonna have to spend some more time together!"
"I'll say!" Peg cried, already working her digit in and out of Sheila's tight asshole. Sheila joined in on that fun and the two of them joyously ass-diddled one another for long minutes. They tried a double insertion, finger in shitter and thumb in pussy, and that went over even bigger and better.
Peg gave a sudden shiver and inhaled deeply. "Wild! This is really gonna make me come. I don't believe it ... I feel like a whole world is opening up to me!"
"It is a new world."
"I'll never learn all there is to learn."
"Well, not all at once. That's half the fun."
"The other half?"
"Doing it, of course!"
Their mouths melded together as their hands pumped shit-hole and pussy as one in wild fashion. Preliminary comes were already popping in their thighs, their haughty asses, the upper reaches of their pussies, clits, meaty tits . . .
"I see what you mean," Peg gasped heatedly.
Chapter Seven
Somewhat strangely, the thought of another go-round with her obviously hot-blooded niece didn't really grab Sheila. They did get together a few times, but cock-Sam's cock-was what she found first and foremost in her mind. Besides, soon Peg stopped looking for it.
God knew what the girl was up to. Now that her worries were behind her and she had been broken in to the pleasures of sucking and fucking-pussy, at least-and with her fun-loving nature, there probably wasn't a safe cock or pussy in the neighborhood.
But Sheila wasn't worried. Peg could take care of herself. And on top of that, with Peg out of the house most of the time, she didn't want to care. Not with all that unfettered access to Sam.
They did everything together and it got even better. Sam was gaining experience for one thing. For another, he was learning about Sheila's body, and what caresses could really make her squirm. It worked the other way too, with Sheila discovering his secret soft places.
Then came the day when Sheila's incestuous lust took her down a path that only weeks before she would have found unthinkable.
Sam was downstairs in the rec room watching television. It was a weekday afternoon and Peg was out, as usual. Sheila was done with her household chores and was feeling restless, as usual. Being alone in the house with her secret stud did that to her.
Before she reached the top step, her nipples beginning to reach out and swell, sweet tingles biting back through the coned, flesh masses of her tits. Hunger gnawed at her clit. She was alive with want.
Entering the carpeted rec room, she found her nephew sitting in sprawled fashion on the couch, watching a soap opera. Passing the card table, Sheila sauntered over, feeling almost giddy now, like a girl approaching her new steady boyfriend.
She sat down next to Sam, sliding in close. She caught his chin and drew his mouth around for a salty smooch. "Am I interrupting anything?"
"Just my boredom."
Her hand lowered to the crotch of his jeans and she squeezed. It had to be the limpest she'd ever found him. "Poor darling. You are bored."
"I may be coming out of it," he replied.
Squeezing some more, she did feel some size and texture enter his cock. Her mouth spread in a lewd grin. "That's better. The more bored a young man is, the more trouble he can get into."
"Lucky for us."
Smiling, she wanted to see his cock, ogle it, drool over it. She wanted to feel its smooth, hot hardness in her hands. She opened his jeans and pulled the rubbery tube of prick out while it was still manageable.
"Oh yes!" she said in a hush. Somehow she felt awestruck every time she saw his cock-shaft.
It did seem uncommonly handsome. True, he may have thought so because she had been going without for so long, but then again, it was a stunning prick.
Sheila continued squeezing, rippling her practiced fingers up and down the cock-length, milking hardness from its storage places into every possible nook and cranny, until at last it stood out from his loins in bold, arrogant fashion. Thick, hot, pulsing, virtually defining the meaning of cock.
Loosening her grip to a feather softness, Sheila languidly played her hand up and down, up and down, even as her nephew started to squirm. His head lolled back and he groaned with pleasure.
"God damn, I love how you touch me!" he said in a low tone. "You know just what to do, exactly how I like to be jerked off. Every time your hand moves it thrills me to the bone!"
"I have been practicing," she pointed out.
Sam slid an arm between Sheila and the back of the couch and drew her to him. The lushness of her mouth came to his and they Frenched for long minutes. She pushed the packed flesh of her tits at his chest and kept on jerking off his cock in that loose, slow-motion grip. Like him, she wanted it to go on for hours.
It almost scared her, how much she enjoyed fornicating with Sam. Hell, it did scare her. A married woman? Affairing not just with another man, but her nephew to boot? Right there were three reasons not to have started anything, but what had happened? She knew she couldn't stop it. It was like being caught on a runaway train. Where would it take her?
Even as these concerns occupied her mind, Sheila could detect new ideas and urges popping into being at all times. And she was drawn to them like a kid to the candy counter.
"I've got a treat for you, darling," she said softly, pushing away slightly. Taking her hand from his fiery hard-on, she reached up under her housedress and, lifting her ass, pulled down her panties.
Working her undies past her shoes, she dropped them onto Sam's upright log of cock-meat. With a slight adjustment and her loose grip to hold them in place, she had the satiny material of her panties around his cock. Working her hand slowly downward, she squeezed his prick through her underwear.
"Nnnnnn, that's sexy," Sam moaned. "They feel so smooth, and they're still warm!"
"See how you like this," Sheila said in reply. Her panties now moved with her hand. Now the friction on his cock came directly from the panties themselves.
Sam gasped. "Shit, that's neat. I've never felt anything like it before. It's like being touched on my cock for the first time."
Sheila leaned in against him and nuzzled his ear. "Would you like to come in my panties, lover man?"
"Oh fuck, would I," he breathed. "You'll let me?"
"I'll make you," she promised.
Just enough for it to be noticeable, she tightened her grip and picked up the pace of her jerking-off motions. Now, instead of teasing and tantalizing his full length of cock-meat, she was determined to make Sam come a wad into her panties.
Sam's head rolled from side to side. His body squirmed. As if gripped by some exotic fever, he pulled at the buttons of his shirt. Opening it, he played his open hands up and down his heaving torso and over his flat belly. He pushed his jeans down and lightly touched his thighs and hips, then his balls.
"I like that, darling," Sheila said. "Touch yourself for me some more! Lots more!"
"Make me come," he breathed. "Jerk me off and make me shoot a load. Oh shit, I need it bad! You make me need it so bad!"
It was a deal as far as she was concerned.
Sexy as it was to watch though, she wished those roving hands were on her body. Her naked body. Over there on the card table, or right here on the floor, or the couch itself. But there was always later, and right now she was too intent on what she was doing to complain, too concentrated on bringing about the eruption of her nephew lover's boiling cum-seed to stop now. For anything.
Her hand action sped up and worked like a blur on Sam's prick-shaft. The friction had already turned his fuck-flesh a torrid red color, the swollen head a rich, polished purple.
He was close ... so close . . .
Sam's hips worked this way and that, often trying to buck against her down-sweeping hand. But she was going too fast for him to get into any rhythm-carnal torture-and he had to be content with bending his cock via hip motions to increase the already considerable pleasure of the moment.
"Come, baby, come!" Sheila encouraged. "I want it. I want it now, baby!"
As if answering her, Sam's body went tense all over and his straining cock gave a lewd spasm. The wet spot in her panties, caused by his pre-cum, suddenly widened with the first spurt of his jism.
Thrust after thrust of thick white cum roared up his spasming tube and out into the net of Sheila's panties. They turned soggy in her hand as she kept on working the material over his climaxing cock.
As Sam's passion subsided, Sheila shifted onto her knees on the carpet in front of him. She pulled her panties from his retreating hardness and held them up to her face. Her eyes holding his, she began licking in the spent cream. Watching her, Sam was captivated all over again by her rich shamelessness.
Sheila presently set her panties aside and bowed between Sam's legs. There was still plenty of ball-juice on his cock and she wanted it all. Because it was sweet and tasty, and his. It was the essence of the boy-man, and she loved it.
Just then, from somewhere in the room, sounded a girlish gasp of surprise. Preoccupied as she was, Sheila did not hear it. But Sam did, and it was his sudden tensing and his own sharp intake of breath that made her look up.
"Sis!" he said, slack-jawed with astonishment.
Sheila followed his gaping stare to the door. And yes, it was Peg standing there, gawking at them, eyes going from her aunt to her nearly nude brother and back again.
A brief, still moment ticked by.
Then a look of fondness and delight brightened Peg's young face and suddenly she looked very knowing indeed.
"I guess anything goes with you, doesn't it," she said to Sheila.
Sheila retreated from between Sam's knees. "Oh, Peg, what must you think ..."
Peg came into the room. She had on her new string bikini. She hadn't had it on when she'd left the house earlier-she must have come back to change for a pool party or something, then come looking for Sheila to let her know about her change in plans for the day.
"Hey, relax," she said easily. "No sweat here. I mean, how could there be? We fucked, didn't we?"
"You what?" Sam said, virtually forgetting his near nudity. A hand rested on his cock and balls.
Sheila shook her head at Peg. "But that was different. That was-"
"What?" Peg challenged without malice. "Just a favor from an aunt to an uninformed niece? You know you enjoyed it a lot more than that. And if you weren't ashamed of that, you have no reason to be ashamed of this."
"You two have been in bed together?" Sam said, still not sure he was hearing right.
Sheila turned to him meekly. "Are you angry? Do you hate me?"
"Why would I?"
Peg knelt by her aunt. "Yeah, what's the problem, Sheila? You aren't ashamed, are you?"
"No sweetie. I was just afraid, if you both knew I was doing it with the other, you'd think such terrible things about me."
"Why, for gosh sakes?"
"Oh hell, Sheila," Peg said. "We can take it. Matter of fact, I think it's fascinating."
"Yeah!" Sam chimed in. "This is like seeing you in a whole new light."
"You're not turned off by the real me?"
"Turned off?" he answered, bordering on the incredulous. "If I was turned off, would I be thinking about a threesome?"
"A what?" Sheila gasped.
"Hey, brother," Peg marveled. "I think that brain of yours is starting to pay off!"
Sheila's eyes darted from one teen to the other. "Now wait! You two are brother and sister-"
"I think it's a bit late for that argument, Sheila," Peg countered. "After all that's happened, nothing is forbidden anymore."
Before Sheila could think of an answer, Peg stood and reached behind to undo the strings of her halter bikini top. The cupping fabric was suddenly hanging loosely over the points of her tits.
Gazing down at her aunt, she murmured. "The only thing to do now is enjoy it, each other, the whole darn thing."
Sheila's eyes ran over Peg's young body and she saw the look in the girl's eyes. The kid was undeniably appealing and, now that everything was out in the open and Sheila was free to consider a three-way bang, well, there wasn't any need for a lot of debate, was there?
Peg grinned. "Why don't you finish what I interrupted while me and brother get acquainted, girl to boy."
It sounded like a perfect idea to Sheila. She complied readily, first pausing to pull off Sam's footwear and jeans. She then leaned in between his knees, inhaled the erotic aroma of spent spunk. It drew her tongue from her mouth and she resumed licking at Sam's limp cock-meat.
Peg sashayed in to one side of Sheila, her eyes openly taking in her brother's lean, naked body.
"I never really noticed before, brother," she chirped. "That's a nice build."
"You wanna talk about nice, let's talk about you," he answered, ogling her just as freely.
"Okay," she purred, "let's talk about me." She looked down her body, slowly sliding both hands up from her hips. "Do you like my tits?"
"They're out of this world! Come on and show them to me!"
Her hands continued rising, gliding up and taking hold of her tits in cradling fashion. Seconds later she quickly lifted the useless bikini top off.
"Oh yeah!" Sam moaned, one hand distractedly mauling Sheila's hair down below. "Great tits! And that's some set of nipples you've got there, sis!"
Peg tweaked them between thumbs and forefingers, bringing the pulpy pink flesh erect at once. Sam sucked air between his teeth and squirmed. He pulled Sheila's face down into his cock and balls, demanding harder contact. Chuckling, Sheila obliged, scooping his nuts into her mouth.
Peg turned her back and bent over. She let her half-clad, womanly ass sway before Sam's eyes. "And my ass, Sammy boy? Do I have a good, wide, sexy ass?"
' 'In-fucking-credible.''
"Take off my panties so you can really see."
His hands shot to the strings of her bikini bottom and pulled the bows. He snatched the scanty covering away and was rewarded with a clear view of his sister's most private parts.
Her outer cunt-lips were just staring to swell, allowing a hint of inner pink to show through. Just to make sure it did, Peg reached back between her legs and spread her cunt-flesh with two fingers.
"Outrageous," Sam moaned. "Fantastic pussy!"
Sheila felt Sam's cock growing against her cheek as she continued laving his nuts. Part of it was caused by her, part by that sister of his. That niece of hers. Already the two females made a highly potent pair.
The remarkable thing was they were only just getting warmed up.
Chapter Eight
Peg straightened and turned to Sam. She moved to kneel next to him on the couch. Crouching low, she licked softly across his belly and down onto his hip. Her head nudged Sheila's and the woman's face lifted.
Peg looked so sweet and sexy and inviting that Sheila simply had to kiss her. The smooch held, with Peg's tongue-tip flirting at her aunt's broad lips, then beyond to Sheila's own wriggly probe. The two women eagerly explored one another's mouth.
"Good to be with you again," Peg breathed.
"Same here. What took so long?"
"I guess I forgot what I was missing." Her eyes then went to Sam's still-placid prick. It was lying back over his bush, the head already having reached past it. His cock was spanking clean and shiny with saliva, pink with growing excitement.
Peg reached for it, took it in one hand. She pulled at it and the two women felt the cock-shaft gain size and length. Peg flopped it this way and that, toying with it, provoking it with her seeming indifference.
"Does it get big and sexy?" she asked Sheila.
"Real big, and real sexy."
"I'd like to see that for myself."
"Why don't you make it happen? Something tells me you've been getting practice."
Not for one second did Peg avert her eyes from her brother's cock. She seemed to be becoming increasingly fascinated by his growing cock.
"Yes," she confided slyly, "I have."
Sheila giggled naughtily. "Let's see what you've learned."
"Yes, please," Sam put in. "Show us both what you've learned."
Leaning across Sam's belly, holding his prick in her palm, she touched her lips to the base of his cock-rod and breezed them up the underside to the tip.
Her touch felt soft, warm, enclosing half his diameter in her loving pucker, she swept back down, onto his balls this time. Peg eased her lips over the top of the sac, then returned to his growing prick.
Sheila watched from close in. Peg really had been getting some practice, judging from this display. Better than that, she showed some imagination as well. Looking up at Sam's captivated stare, Sheila saw how appreciative he was.
There was no jealousy on Sheila's part. Not even a twinge.
Peg continued using her lips on Sam for long moments. Then, taking a pause, she tested his cock. It was filling her hand now and her squeezes were met with resistance. When she tried bending it to one side, she found greater resistance.
"You're getting there," Sam said. "You're some kind of talent."
"You've got some package of prick here, brother. I want it hard. I really do!"
Returning her mouth to his balls, she brought her tongue into the action. She flicked at them provocatively, demanding their unwavering attention, gently whipping them into shape.
Moving on to his prick-length, she planted her lips astride of the base. She pressed the flat of her tongue across his sensitized flesh and then, easing up his cock, held it there to treat her brother to the electric friction of her probe. His cock jerked in thrilled response.
"Gaawwwddd." Sam breathed. "Is that good. That's doing it, sis. That's really getting to me!"
Sheila saw a way for her to contribute. First, she stood. Sam's eyes came from Peg's crouched body to her and she gave him something to look at by opening her dress.
She lifted it off casually, unhurried. She unhooked her bra and removed it and stood naked before him. She knew how he adored her body and for a brief time she stood there caressing herself, her tits especially. No worry about comparisons to the much younger female present. Sheila knew she still had it together.
Kneeling again, she leaned in between her nephew's legs. Her eyes took in the illicit view of what Peg was doing. Sheila's urges inflamed. The threesome that had struck her as being so questionable minutes before was now the most enjoyable thing she could imagine. Her tits were all tingly, her clit itched, her system was going snap, crackle and pop with carnal energy.
Peg had to be feeling the same way. Mouthing her brother's cock for the first time, his hand and now Sheila's hand playing over her back and underneath, groping her ass and tits, and being a passionate thing to begin with, how else could she feel?
Sheila burrowed in between Sam's thighs, her shoulders forcing them apart. A hot breath gusted down onto his balls and all of a sudden they were enclosed in the soft, wet clingy warmth of her mouth.
Sheila bit down with her lips, drawing his balls up tight against the confines of his sac. At first she dawdled a limp tongue over and under and around them. Then she pulled back, taking them in an even snugger grip, and brushed her tongue at Sam's balls with exciting purpose.
"Hot, slutty bitches," Sam groaned. "Cock-hungry, cum-craving sluts, both of you! I'm crazy about each of you, you cock-licking babes!"
Sheila's half-lidded eyes continued to take in the view of what Peg was doing. She had never seen anything like this anywhere, in any way. It was fascinating to watch-so base and lewd in its own way beautiful and terribly stimulating.
Sam was hard now. If he got any harder it would . . . well, he couldn't get any harder.
Peg's head lifted and she admired her work. She studied the virile dimensions of her brother's prick as if looking for flaws. Finding none, she slid a caressing hand up and down the spit-soaked, suck-fuck thing, letting her fingers gradually close inward. She jacked him off, but only briefly.
"I've gotta suck it," she said whisperingly.
Her hand closed firmly about the base. The cock-shaft was perfectly upright, tilted naturally and slightly toward her.
"I'm gonna suck this big, beautiful piece of cock-meat," she said hornily. She moved her face up over the tip and licked the cum-hole clean of juice. Smacking her lips on that, she saw the drop replaced by another.
She opened her mouth wide and lowered before Sheila's eyes. The woman let Sam's balls plop out of her mouth so she could watch without distraction. Licking her lips, she witnessed Peg take in half of Sam's length in the first go.
Peg's lips closed in, her cheeks hollowed out and she lifted. The suction drew her cheeks in farther, until Sheila could see the parted outlines of the girl's teeth. Up Peg's mouth slid, emitting a raw, juicy sound of suction as she passed the cock-ridge and reached the tip.
"Mmmmm," she said. Her mouth stretched open and she gulped down again, impaling herself orally on Sam's cock-flesh, taking him to the entrance of her throat. She lifted, applying another bold, raunchy suck, then went down again.
This time her body squirmed and her head twisted from aside to side as she forced cock-flesh into her throat!
"Oooohhhh, yes, yeesss, yeeaahhh!" Sam wailed in response as his cock-head was pushed into her mouth, his own head whipping from side to side on the back of the couch.
Sheila watched the last inch of Sam's cock disappear into Peg's mouth and marveled at her niece's cock-taking expertise. The girl could tease and please with the best of them and, damn it all, Sheila felt a definite twinge of pride.
Peg lifted her clinging mouth back to Sam's prick-end and force-fed herself some more. Sheila resumed her tonguing of his cum-filled balls, but her interest held on that log of cock- meat. She was sure it was enjoying Peg's mouth, but at the same time it was primed and ready for pussy.
Finally Sheila realized that Peg was looking at her between long sucks on Sam's cock.
"Wanna take a turn?" she asked.
"I wanna fuck it!" Sheila answered quietly but emphatically.
Peg swirled her tongue around Sam's cock-head. She needed some convincing before she'd give it up.
"I'll leave plenty for you," Sheila promised. "And meanwhile you could climb up there and get your pussy licked by a guy who really knows how. It must be pretty hot and horny by now, huh?"
"Shit, is it ever!" Peg answered as if realizing it for the first time. She lifted away from Sam's prick and gave way to Sheila.
Sheila scrambled up astride of Sam's hips. She paused, poised over him, stroking a slow hand up and down his swollen prick-shaft. Sam's hands lifted to her jutting tits in welcome.
"What you did to my balls was delicious!" he said.
"What I'll do to your cock will be just as good, honey."
"I know it. I can't wait."
Sheila centered her splayed pussy on his drooling cocktip and let herself down. She shifted her ass a little this way, a little that way, continuing down, taking him, filling herself up to the brim with pulsing pussy-fucker.
"Yeah!" Sam said, running both hands over her body. "Love that pussy!"
"I think Peg has a sample for you too." Sheila smiled.
"Wanna let me have a taste, Peg?" He grinned knowingly at his sister.
"Try and stop me from sticking my pussy on your tongue," the teen answered. She stood on the couch. Hands on the wall, nipples touching the cool, paneling, she lowered her steamy pussy to his uptilted face.
Sam eagerly lifted his lips to her gaping cunt and followed smacking smooches with lewd swipes of his tongue.
From behind, Sheila witnessed the ass-muscles of her niece begin to twitch and dance, and she listened to the slurping of Sam's pussy-gobbling mouth. Sheila would have been envious of the girl if she hadn't been so well off herself.
Enjoying Sam's cock meant moving on it, so Sheila got her ass in gear. Flexing strong legs, she rode his superhuman length of prick, felt it stretch her pussy-walls, please her clit, thrill her body to the core.
She wasn't too concerned with feeding Sam's pleasure this time around. That would be Peg's worry, and delight. Besides, he was a little too preoccupied just then to appreciate the slides of a hot cunt on more than a surface level. This go-round was all for Sheila.
She continued riding him. She went slow and she went fast. She teased herself and she threw her cunt and body at his marvelous prick with the total abandon of the wanton slut she was.
In front of Sheila, Peg's ass was really starting to twitch. She bucked her cunt at her brother's mouth, becoming feverish for a good, hard, thrilling come. Her hands reached way up the wall and clawed downward as if she were climbing it. Her body curved as she pushed her thrilled tits against the hardness of the paneling in search of comfort.
Holding on to the flexing cheeks of Peg's ass, Sheila lifted and lowered on Sam's tireless prick. She could feel herself clenching inside, getting set for the big blowout that was soon to happen.
When it did, it tore up out of Sheila's depths and claimed her body in great sections, all in a matter of seconds. The rich, searing waves burned away the want and the need that had been tearing at her without let-up. Subsiding grade by grade, she was left with the clear sweetness of utter satisfaction.
Sheila savored the last ripples along the walls of her pussy, at the same time moving to keep Sam hot and hard, in case Peg's coming pussy wasn't quite enough to do that for him.
Sheila groped her niece's ass-flesh, milking out the thrills, squeezing juices into Sam's mouth and lewd cries out of Peg's throat. Then, as Peg quieted, Sheila continued holding her hands up there. Disengaging from Sam's cock-meat, Sheila backed off and sat astride of his lap.
She drew a somewhat come-dazed Peg back and down onto her knees, straddling Sam's hips, facing him. Sheila leaned forward and spoke quietly in Peg's ear.
"Hot cock, angel. Just waiting for your pussy."
In front of them both, gleaming with sweat, Sam overheard. He gazed a head with glassy eyes. "You two are gonna be the death of me."
"What a way to go, huh?" Sheila said.
Peg seemed to come around. "I wanna come on your cock," she said to Sam.
"I wanna come in your pussy."
"Can you hold off for me? So we can squirt together?"
Sam grinned in his familiar cocky way. "You're forgetting who my teacher was."
Peg turned her head. She touched Sheila's cheek with an open hand, affectionate-like, and kissed her aunt. "I did forget. But I won't anymore. And I won't forget to thank her either."
Sheila reached around and cradled Peg's tits. She gave them an affectionate squeeze. "Why don't you show him what you're made of?"
Turning back to her brother, Peg lowered onto his fuck-shaft with effortless grace. She shuddered in Sheila's embrace and the woman squirmed behind her.
Sam sat up, his arms sliding out around both of them at once, and Sheila felt the pull of her nephew's manly arms. She simply couldn't imagine a more perfect moment than this, the three of them, together.
Chapter Nine
Over the next week or so, threesomes became the order of the day. And night. During Sheila's fairly regular visits to Sam's room after hours, Peg was an eager guest. One or two times Sheila found her already there and waiting. Another time Sam and Peg started without her.
Rather than interrupt, Sheila waited out in the hall. She treated herself to the simple pleasure of watching. Lifting off her nightgown, she caressed her tits and her cunt, rubbing the bud of her clit with a knowing finger as she took in the sight of Sam having his way with his sister. The girl really knew how to bring out the beast in a guy.
Gradually though-well, it was hard to say what happened. Peg's participations became less frequent. She seemed to have her mind on other things. She was away from the house more. Perhaps looking for fresh kicks.
Sheila hoped the girl wasn't fickle or anything like that. The lucky ones were those who could find something they liked and stick with it.
Sheila sure as shooting knew what she liked.
Anyway, there was one bright spot to Peg removing herself from the picture-less noise at night and less chance of discovery because of that. And yes, it did leave Sam all to Sheila, along with all the energy and hard-ons that the greedy girl would have used up.
"Make my cock hard," Sam told Sheila as he softly kissed her flushed face. "Fix my cock so I can fuck that sensational pussy of yours just as hard as I want!"
It was night again and Sheila had made another of her secret trips down the hall. She had vowed somewhere along the line to be cautious, but really, she only had Burt to worry about and even if he wasn't going to sleep through everything, would he even care?
Tonight when she slipped into Sam's room, she found him jerking off. Earlier in the evening she had promised him a visit and he had grown impatient.
First sight of him lounging there on his back in soft lamplight, legs sprawling his cock thick and rigid and angled back over his belly, gave her a real charge ^ She just about leaped onto the bed, onto him. Squatting over his hips, she had given Sam the cock-riding of his young life.
And now he wanted more?
Well, so did she.
Sheila lifted gracefully from alongside his body.
"Shift around and he down on your stomach for me," she requested.
He began to comply. "You're the boss, but this seems to be a strange way of getting the job done."
"I know what I'm doing. You'll see." She would have spelled out her intentions but preferred the element of surprise.
Sheila straddled Sam's shoulders, facing down his body. Leaning forward, she slowly slid her open hands down onto the twin, abrupt rises of his ass-cheeks. The ass-loaves were smooth and hairless, nicely rounded, muscle-filled and tight.
"This is some ass you've got, darling," Sheila purred. "Have I told you that?"
"Not often enough," he answered, and she laughed softly.
Sheila kneaded the balled crescents of ass-cheeks. She was turning on to the feel of them, their firmness, and that was translated to Sam by her loving touches.
Sam gave a wiggle against her hands to show he was getting the message. She gave him a playful slap, then slid her hands down onto his lightly haired thighs and urged his legs apart. He complied with a wide spread.
Sheila bent lower, her hanging tits touching on his back. Sam's ass was to the light, so she could wallow in every detail of his posterior structuring. The crack was deep, high-lighted by a remarkably pink shit-hole. It was the most adorable thing, set there between his deep ass-cheeks, waiting.
Below that was the alluring package of his balls, a darker shade of flesh tone. His cock was tucked up under his body, out of sight-for now.
Sheila began to lightly rake her fingernails over his ass-cheeks. Her touch was very light and brought out goosebumps. She blew softly onto his asshole and balls.
Sam rocked his ass from side to side, making room for his growing cock, she guessed. She let her nails play into the crevice more, encountering even smoother, hotter flesh. And then she was using just one finger, starting the nail at the sac of balls and raking it up over his crotch, past the shit-hole, seeing It flinch as she went by, and all the way up to between his dimples.
Sam groaned heavily. "Nice touch, babe. Very nice touch. And that's gonna do it too. I can feel my cock getting harder and harder!"
"Fast?"
"Nice and easy."
"That's not fast enough," she murmured, raking a different fingertip along the ass-furrow. "I might have to start using my tongue to speed things up."
"Gawd!" he moaned. "That'll drive me plumb crazy. Careful you don't get me too excited."
Sheila was buzzing inside with her own happiness. It was special fun, relaxing here, bringing a young stud to his full virility. Very fulfilling.
A shame it wasn't Burt getting all this attention, though. A damn shame.
Sheila had used a teasing tone when she spoke of using her tongue, but she intended to bring it into action eventually. She lowered farther and touched a facial cheek to an ass-cheek and wondered if it was time. Her fingertip continued its long caresses.
She caught the scent of sweat from his balls and inhaled deeply. He had the smell of young manhood about him and it fired Sheila's imagination with a perverse intensity.
She gave his other cheek a playful slap this time. She held her hand on his ass-cheek, squeezing it as she gazed at his waiting shit-hole.
Sheila felt drawn toward it. Her tongue was lured from her mouth and she licked down the steamy crack. Fingers digging into his ass-flesh, she spread the cheeks wide and made his hole gape. It flinched again, seeming to wink, then relaxed.
Sheila pressed into the tiny pucker with the tip of her tongue and felt the hole snap shut again. Sam groaned warmly at the contact on his sensitive asshole. She held her tongue on it, adding pressure, forcing it to relax and accept her wickedness.
"I'm amazed by what you're doing," Sam breathed. "Holy shit, what a hot bitch you are! This is so fucking nice!"
With his asshole relaxed and purring with heat, Sheila lapped outward. She ventured down to flick at his balls for a time, then back to his asshole. Her hot breath had a cooling affect on the saliva on his balls at first, then warmed it again.
Kissing Sam's asshole, she oozed spit from between her lips and used her tongue to poke it into the pink crater. She swirled boldly. Sam's ass lifted and twisted from side to side as he began to brim over with arousal.
Sheila stabbed her tongue repeatedly at the hot asshole. Releasing an ass-cheek, she reached under his raised hip and found his hard cock. It still had a rubbery texture but also good length and thickness. She started pulling and pushing at it with vigor, in tune with her stroking tongue, and felt Sam's prick and body thrill to the core.
"You're one fine slut!" Sam murmured fondly. "You've got me hard and burning up, and any minute now you're going to feel the power of my cock where it really counts."
Sheila gave his erect cock a few last quick strokes and let go of it.
"Turn over," she said, lifting on all fours. "I want to get in a few licks before you lose control."
Sam eagerly twisted onto his back beneath Sheila. His hard, thick, upright cock swung up before her shiny eyes and stood there on his loins, rock-solid with passion. Her mouth felt magnetically drawn to it, onto it, down, down to the haired base.
Every time Sheila felt his rigid cock-head stretch her throat, Sheila got the feeling that she didn't get to suck him often enough. It was such a rich thrill to have so intimate a part of a man in her mouth, pulsing as his heart pulsed. And the way her caresses pleased him provided bountiful rewards.
A few sucks was just about all Sheila did get in before Sam gave a rebellious squirm. He'd wanted to be made hard so he could fuck her. Well, he was hard now, and there had been enough delay.
Sam scooted out from under Sheila and lifted onto his knees behind her crouched body. His hands went to her hips.
Content with the knowledge that she was about to be fucked, Sheila lowered her upper body. She hauled down a pillow and rested on it, a cheek on her fingers. She sighed sweetly and gave a wiggle of anticipation and braced herself.
Sam's cock-tip touched the wet folds of her dangling cunt like a flame and then flared suddenly up into her body. Sheila's breath caught in response to the quick, super-thrilling penetration. Then, groaning, she squirmed her wide ass back against Sam's hips.
"Feel good?" Sam asked knowingly. "You like taking my cock in your pussy this way?"
"You know I do, lover! You know your prick drives me nuts!"
He shagged his rigid cock in and out, scraping her oozing tissues with the broad cock-ridge. "And fucking? You like fucking like this?"
"I love it!" Sheila answered. "I love getting fucked by your big cock, by you. I love how you stretch out my cunt and fill it up with nothing but hot, throbbing prick."
Her mind slowly went dizzy as Sam treated her body to a steady rhythm. His cock plunged the depths of her wanting cunt, long and hard and thick and magnificent. In the position they were using, he felt even better than usual to her. the contact was extra snug, and she milked his prick-meat for all it was worth.
With her hands and mouth she had worked Sam's passion into quite a tizzy. Now she added to it by rocking back against his cock-shaft, slapping his hips with the up-raised rounds of her ass-cushions.
Sam bucked into Sheila with increasing force. He shook himself to escape the gathering excitement and to sustain his virile drives.
"Baby, that is one hot, tight cunt!" he said through clenched teeth. "I can't believe I'm actually fucking something this good!"
Sheila managed to express a similar sentiment and gave her elevated ass a provocative shake. "I can't get enough of the way you fuck me. "It's heaven on earth, Sam honey. It's everything I need!"
He slowed suddenly. His tongue was somehow different when he spoke again. "Everything?"
"Yesssss!" she hissed. "Ooooooh, your cock feels so good up my pussy! What a pussy-fucker you've got!"
Now his stroking really slowed, though it remained just as deep-reaching. "It's occurred to me, it's not just a pussy-fucker. Or a mouth-fucker. Is it, Sheila?"
Aroused as she was, her mind struggled to grasp his meaning.
"I don't know, Sam darling," she said finally. "Whatever you say."
"Really?"
"God yes. You're the boss now."
Sam bent forward, planting his hands wide apart to either side of her. He nuzzled her ear and murmured, "I say it's an ass-fucker too."
An automatic stir lifted through Sheila and she thought, yeah.
"I heard what you said about your pussy," he went on knowingly, his tongue low and sexy and seductive, "but you'd love my cock up your asshole, wouldn't you?"
He buried his cock deep in her pussy and held it there, flexing rhythmically.
"You'd love to feel it fucking the shit out of you, ass-fucking you."
"You're a dirty little boy," she gurgled.
"Just what you need, too," he pointed out. le lifted a hand and touched a fingertip to her lips. "Wet my finger for me."
Knowing what that would lead to, Sheila took his finger into her mouth. She licked it, bunched her saliva around it. Then Sam took it from her and placed the wet tip in her puckered ass-ring and eased it slowly into the tight sheath of her shit-chute.
Sheila gasped and shuddered hotly as Sam loosened her ass-hole, moistening it, massaging it into relaxation, seducing her ass-tunnel. It was vastly different from the time Peg had slid a wiggly finger up that opening. Because now Sheila knew it would not end with just a finger. There was that thick, pulsing cock to follow it up. She felt it buried deep inside her pussy, burning as it played the waiting-game, building up steam.
The next thing Sheila knew, Sam was pulling the log of cock-meat from her pussy, hollowing her out completely and making her guts knot with anticipation. The wet tip popped clear, swung up and suddenly plugged her partly stretched shit-hole with its rigidity and throbbing, slick heat.
Sheila willed total relaxation into her entrance and felt the flesh stretch open around the incoming fuck-meat.
"Oh Gawd!" she groaned from deep inside. "It's happening. You're gonna fuck me in the ass! Ohhhh, you dirty, wonderful boy!"
Leading up to that moment, it had been only a dreamy idea. Now it was hot, hard fact, threatening to overwhelm her. She'd never had much ass-fucking. The feelings were fresh enough to make her feel a little giddy, a trifle girlish.
Sam pushed with his hips and Sheila felt the sliding sensation of his slowly entering cock. He was really slicked up, as she was, and his cock was sliding in with surprising and thoroughly enjoyable ease.
"Shit, that's good!" Sheila gasped. "Oh, mercy, what a turn-on for me. And you too, I'll bet!"
Sam half-laughed and half-groaned. "It's the kick of a lifetime. I've never felt anything so tight or so hot. My cock must filling you up for real!"
Sheila moaned as more and more of his pulsing cock-meat stretched her shit-chute. Her fingers dug into the bedding and she rasped through clenched teeth.
Sam stopped partway in, backed out, then made a bold run and impaled Sheila's body with a good two-thirds of his fuck-length. She let out a cry that bore a fevered blend of pleasure and pain and gasped for more.
Sheila felt the slow retreat and braced herself for the next brutal shove. In one smooth, easy motion it came to her. Sam filled her ass-tunnel to the brim with gorgeous prick. His hair tickled the top of her crack, his nuts prodded her cunt-folds.
"Oh that's good," she grunted with pleasure. "That's real good!"
She gave a lascivious wriggle and pushed back at Sam's groaning body in bold, wanting style. She was highly charged with sexual energy and ready to be fucked like never before. And to fuck like never before.
Sam didn't wait around long for her flesh to adjust around the fullness of his cock. She was ready. His hips pulled back and he gave his aunt another full-fledged shove of pillaging prick.
The fit and the angle were perfect for them both as he easily fed stroke after stroke straight into Sheila's ass-tunnel. In short order, he had her whimpering in erotic delirium and in his own heartfelt joy he poured on the unabashed ass-fucking.
Jaws clenched, sucking air through his teeth, Sam fucked harder and harder into Sheila. Grunting, groaning, gasping, she took to driving back at her nephew in response.
Sheila began to rasp intensely, getting louder and louder, becoming more and more frantic in her desire. The excitement was building, building, but not quick enough for her liking, or her needs.
"More, damn it, harder, you shit-fucker!" she wailed imploringly. "More of that terrific fucking, more!"
They went crazy together, unchained passion running at breakneck speed, gathering together until at last all hell was breaking loose.
The joyful, peak was reached and savored.
"Christ," Sheila muttered, half in total satisfaction, half in frustration that it couldn't last forever.
Her body collapsed and Sam sagged onto her, exhaling heavily with his exhaustion.
"I hope we didn't wake the neighbors," he joked.
He gave her a soft kiss and they snuggled together with gentle laughter.
Later, much later, Sheila dragged herself off to the bathroom and freshened herself.
Humming contentedly to herself, she drifted from the bathroom.
She passed Peg's door, not bothering to tiptoe. The more reminders the kid had of what she was missing the more likely she would be to rejoin the fun.
With a jolt of rising panic she noticed her own bedroom door was half-open and the light was on. Burt had to be awake, but what else did it mean? What to do? What to do?
An odd sound reached her ears as she debated her next move. She didn't recognize it until she heard it again, and then she couldn't believe it. Some kind of slurpy sound, but. . . how could that be?
More curious than afraid now, she eased up to the doorway and peered into the bedroom.
Her mouth dropped open in absolute shock of what she saw.
Chapter Ten
Burt was lying flat on his back on the bed, totally naked. Draped over him, facing down his hairy legs and toward the door, was Peg, also nude. Her lascivious young mouth was wrapped around Burt's hard cock, and she was sucking it with a steady, head-lurching rhythm.
Standing just outside the half-open door, Sheila stared. The shock was slowly wearing off, but the more she looked the less comprehensible this development seemed. Yet, once she started to think about it, Sheila found herself wondering why this hadn't happened sooner.
She thought back to the day after she and Peg and Sam had bedded down together for the first time. It was a Saturday and everyone was home, including Burt. Peg stood up and announced that she was going to take advantage of the sun and work on her tan.
Minutes later she came prancing back down the stairs in her new bikini. She wiggled her way past Burt, giving him an eyeful as she paused to ask if he'd like to oil her back. She was only teasing, of course-or so Sheila had thought at the time.
She remembered Burt chuckling as Peg went out, his eyes staying with her. She also remembered feeling a fleeting pang of jealousy, thinking that Burt hadn't looked at her that way in a long time. But being as preoccupied as she'd been with Sam, she had given it no more thought. Until now.
All right under her nose, Sheila told herself now. And she didn't even notice. Because she was too busy getting prick from her nephew . . . and pussy from the little bitch herself.
Sheila could have kicked herself, for no one but she had it made possible for Peg to seduce Burt. She had broken down the barriers, the inhibitions, given her the confidence to make a play for a man, made her hot for cock.
Peg's eyes had been closed as she savored the pleasure of mouth-milking Burt's cock. But then, as if sensing Sheila's presence, her eyes opened. And she looked directly at the woman, shamelessly continuing to glide her mouth up and down the pulsing cock-meat.
She was forcing prick into her mouth and throat as she had with Sam their first time together. She was much more graceful doing it now, showing her experience.
There was no malice in the girl's eyes-she was delighting in what she was doing and at the same time she was silently imploring Sheila to delight in it too.
What continued to surprise Sheila was that Peg had actually found the nerve to pull a stunt like this.
And Burt. Look at him. Look at that cock of his. How had the little twitch done that? Sheila hadn't been able to get that sort of a rise out of him. In so short a time, too.
Sheila stared, unable to move even if she'd wanted to. She gawked at her niece's naked, squirming body, and her husband's, completely blind to what she should do, how she should handle this.
"God damn!" Burt groaned emphatically. "Where did you learn to suck cock like that?"
Where indeed? Sheila thought. The kid was pulling cock like a pro. Like her aunt.
Sheila could not tear her eyes from the scene being played out before her. Peg took Burt's balls into a loose grip and jiggled her hand while throwing her sucking mouth down on his prick and yanking back with a growing urgency.
Burt gasped, protested and laughed all at once. "I'm warning you, I'm warning you, I'm gonna come a bucketful if you keep shaking my balls like that!"
Peg responded by jiggling them faster and sucking with a stunning quickness. Her head turned and twisted as she fervently attacked his prick-length, building an inferno of passion in his manly body.
Staring, Sheila still felt no real negative emotion. She was unable to believe that Peg was doing this for purely selfish reasons, or that Peg had been deceiving her by hiding true intentions. It wasn't in the girl to seek to hurt Sheila.
What Sheila was left feeling then was envy. Sam was a load of fun and all of that, but deep down Burt was her real man, the one she truly adored. Oh, to be the one to please him. To be the one sprawled over his writhing body. Maybe she should have been jealous, but she liked Peg too much.
Sheila heard a sudden growl in Burt's throat and saw the spasming of his mouth-filling cock. Peg lifted her mouth to the upper reaches of the jerking prick-shaft and moaned delightedly as his cum spewed forth. She clenched his balls and his juice pumped into her in spurt after spurt. She opened her mouth wide and Sheila could see the milky jism leaping to her throat.
Sheila witnessed a drop of his thick white cum-honey drip from a corner of her mouth and run down the side of her chin. More ran down Burt's fuck-length. The woman licked her lips and found herself sorely tempted to walk in there and take over.
Burt sighed with a groan and stretched fully as Peg licked off his cum-smeared cock. His hands went to her and roamed her naked body.
"I feel hungry," he murmured in hinting fashion.
"Hot pussy coming up," Peg chirped, and shifted herself fully on top of him, knees digging into the mattress by his shoulders. She wiggled her crotch back at his face and the uninhibited sounds of Burt's kisses on her parted ass and pussy reached Sheila's ears.
"Oooooh," Peg squealed. "Kinky, Uncle Burt! Do I taste good?"
"Nnnnnn, mmmmm!" He licked and tasted. "Sweet pussy. Sweet 'n' hot. Real tasty!"
Peg then lifted off her hands and erected her body over his face. Her pelvis tilted to feed pussy to his reaching mouth, her shoulders arching back to lift her tits out and apart.
Burt mumbled, licking constantly at her splayed privates. He gripped her greedily by the waist and guided her in swaying motions, grinding her pussy against his slowly twisting tongue.
Looking up the length of his body, Sheila could see the flashes of his reddish tongue as it brushed from the front of Peg's slit to the back, pausing every now and then to stab at her clit.
He slid his hands up to her thrust-out tits and squeezed fondly. Peg's hands covered his and encouraged more intimate groping.
I need a drink, Sheila decided, wondering again how she should deal with all this. She stepped back, starting to turn away from the door. Something Peg said then stopped Sheila in her tracks.
"I'm sure glad Aunt Sheila sent me to see if I could get a rise out of you," the girl breathed. "I never expected such a wild time. You're terrific, Uncle Burt!"
What was that? Sheila had sent her?
So that was why Burt appeared so unconcerned with the prospect of discovery. Sheila had been wondering about that. For all he knew, this was Sheila's doing.
Oh, that Peg was a clever little witch.
Clever, and generous too. Peg was not here for herself, her own amusement. Peg had been told of the marital discontentment and she wanted to help out, to try to set things back on the right track. If she could get Burt's juices flowing again, chances were Sheila would benefit. Clever.
Sheila shook off whatever negative feelings she might have felt and ignored the traces of guilt. In that moment she loved Peg more than she could have imagined.
"Amazing," Burt murmured, taking a breather from pussy-licking but continuing to grope the girl's tits. "You didn't just make that , did you? About Sheila?"
"No way. Like I said, she figures if I can turn you on, maybe some of it will go her way. That is, if I don't get you absolutely hooked on me first."
"You can try, sweet thing," Burt replied. "But don't count on it. I owe Sheila a few things, and I'll make it up to her. No doubts."
Despite this, he resumed gobbling Peg's juicy cunt with manly vigor.
Sheila forgot about that drink. Moving slowly back into the doorway, she silently entered the room, letting the trailing robe drop behind her. There was more than teasing in Peg's eyes. There was invitation, even a hint of challenge, daring Sheila not to join in.
Sheila approached the bed, her eyes lowering along the girl's succulent body, over the hand-held tits, past her husband's lapping tongue, down his writhing body. She licked her lips with nervousness.
She saw his limp cock twitch, as if sensing her stare. A pocket of excitement burst inside it and pushed the head of the shrunken cock over his balls. This so soon after coming a load in Peg's mouth. Here was the Burt she knew and loved.
Peg's hands dropped and played lightly over Burt's hairy chest, tracing circles about his nipples. Sheila saw the instant result-further elongation of his prick. The teen was helping make her uncle hard for her favorite aunt.
Sheila motioned a smooch in Peg's direction in thanks and appreciation and returned her gaze to Burt's cock. She watched in fascination as the familiar flesh expanded.
Peg leaned forward and squeezed his prick in one hand. She pulled softly at it, but insistently and repeatedly. Then she trailed her hand back up his hairy body, touching his nipples again, and she too watched as Burt's cock started to lift, lift, the head bobbing.
It felt like ages since Sheila had seen any thing like this from her husband, and suddenly she was dying for intimate contact with his prick. She went forward onto the bed, toward Burt like a moth to the flame. She lowered down between his legs.
"What the hell?" Burt said, becoming still in the presence of the, to him, unseen third person.
"I thought I'd join you," Sheila murmured, gazing raptly at his still-swelling, bucking cock. "Do you mind?"
"Sheila? Is that really you?"
Lowering farther, she licked the top of his reaching cock.
"Oh Jesus!" Burt gasped. "That is you."
Peg wriggled her ass demandingly. "Lick me, Uncle Burt! Don't stop now."
Burt gave a squirm, then a lick to Peg's cunt.
Before Sheila's eyes, he was becoming as horny as she had ever seen him. Sliding both arms under his thighs, she shouldered them up and apart, and had him right where she wanted him.
A tilting of his pelvis toppled his risen prick back over his cock-bush, and she spent long moments licking at the smooth underside. She ogled it wantonly as size and length and thickness filled the prick-shaft, delighting and thrilling to the reversal that had come over him.
Ducking down, Sheila swept her soft tongue over his balls. He'd always loved having them licked, and from the way his cock jumped she could tell he still did. She flicked her tongue under and around the plump sac, watching his cock rise to a harder angle.
She scooped both balls into her mouth and gently sucked at them, continuing to stroke and coddle with her tongue. She could not believe the sense of fulfillment this was giving her. To be able to turn Burt on again was a dream come true.
Peg chirped hotly, beginning to grind her pussy at Burt's mouth. Her mouth was puckered and she was tossing her head about as the dizzying sensations of arousal reached her brain. Her jutting tits flopped wildly about too.
Sheila was happy for the girl now. And for Burt, too. Let the kid enjoy herself up there. She was entitled.
In fact, Sheila wanted to contribute to Peg's pleasure. To start with, she moved up on Burt's prick and sucked it into her mouth. The excitement of that would inspire his tongue-work to ever-greater vigor. Later, he would be fuck-ready, and Sheila would offer his saliva-slickened prick to Peg's bubbling cunt.
Sheila's head bobbed with an easy rhythm, sucking away down on Burt's beautiful cock-length and lifting high with loving caresses. She swirled her tongue over the throbbing smoothness of his cock and squeezed with the velvet softness of her spread lips.
His cock grew and grew under her knowing ministrations and she thrilled in response to the lush fullness it reached. Glancing up frequently, she saw his tongue dive and dig with hot enthusiasm into Peg's honeyed pussy.
Peg moaned, her gorgeous face contorting with pleasure, her body twisting. "That's hot. That's doing it, Uncle Burt! You're gonna make my pussy come!"
Peg's young body arched vividly and her flushed face beamed with the first touch of raw pleasure as a climax wracked her system. She hunched raunchily at Burt's mouth and bucked out the fiery flashes of her total ecstasy.
Sheila pulled her mouth from Burt's rigid thickness, lifted onto straight arms and looked warmly to Peg. She saw the last spasms of release twitch her niece's body, the flawless face flushed and shining with delight. The flashing eyes met Sheila's, then dropped as the woman ran a hand along Burt's saliva-coated cock.
"Interested?" Sheila invited.
"You mean it?" Peg replied, dropping forward onto all fours, lifting her crotch from Burt's face.
"Come on down here and slide onto this piece of cock-meat, honey," Sheila murmured. "I want you to."
Peg moved forward on her knees, thighs trembling visibly with combined aftermath and excitement.
Sheila backed off, drawing Burt's legs down together and straddling them. Peg lifted above Burt, planting her feet down by Sheila's knees.
Sheila held her husband's cock steady as Peg rocked her body forward. The point of his prick spread her swollen folds like nothing, and Sheila watched intently as Peg's cunt-sheath glided all the way down the pulsing prick.
Peg groaned lasciviously, her head tilting far back. "That's some cock!"
Reaching between her supporting arms, Burt gripped Peg by the hips and made sure she held his cock deep inside. She tried to push herself farther into it, then shifted her hips from side to side to work the hot length against her depths.
Sheila bowed low to Peg's patch of cunt-hair and nuzzled it with loving lips. She proceeded to kiss her way up Peg's body, over the smooth, flat tummy, the erotic jut of firm tits, the slender neck, finally to the soft sexiness of the pouty lips.
"Enjoy," she told her niece after a kiss.
Peg returned the smooch with a smile. "You sure you don't mind?"
"Get fucking, will you? If I know that husband of mine, he'll be getting pretty anxious for pussy about now."
Sheila sat back on Burt's legs, watching as Peg eased into motion. How could she protest or be jealous? A shared husband was better than none at all. And Peg was such terrific fun to have around.
Sheila knew that beyond any doubt. Hell, she had been the one to make it so.
Chapter Eleven
Peg happily rode the length of Burt's cock and began to show signs of getting lost in the dreamy pleasure. Sheila shifted off of Burt's legs and crawled up on the bed, settling in alongside her husband.
She caught his mouth in a lasting kiss before he could say anything, and whatever doubts he may have had dissolved in the lush joining.
"Hello, stranger," Sheila murmured, and fondly licked the last of Peg's cunt-juices from his chin. She pushed her tits at his chest.
"I don't know what happened," he said. "I got so wrapped up in work."
Sheila shook it off. "Forget it. It's all behind us now."
He rolled flat on his back again, head on a pillow, and sighed. His eyes went to Peg's slowly rocking body.
"I don't know how she managed to snap m[ out of it when you couldn't," he remarked.
"Sometimes all it takes is a change of . . . scenery."
"Some scenery," he replied. "Some change!"
They both laughed softly, mostly just enjoying being together again.
Sheila gave Burt a smooch that would last him a while and slid back down on the bed. She straddled her husband's legs, facing Peg. The girl showed no sign of tiring as she rocked back and forth on Burt's long-lasting cock. Her ass was making light whisking sounds as it brushed over his belly.
Sheila moved up closer, slipping her knees between Peg's ankles and Burt's thighs. Her hands went to her niece's lower body and, fingers spreading, she slid them gradually and in swirling fashion up the damp, satin-skinned body.
Sheila's hands veered off to either side of the girl's chest, then up to hold the outer curves of the pouty tits. A tremor ran through the teen-aged body and up Sheila's arms. Peg bit on her bottom lip and whimpered softly with arousal.
Sheila played her hands along the remarkable tit-curves, then twisted both hands inward, brushing each finger over the stiff peaks one after the other. She pressed forward with her palms, slowly fattening Peg's tits on her chest.
"I love it when you play with my tits," Peg said. "It does such incredible things to me inside."
She shoved her body down hard on Burt's cock. Her ass-cheeks burned from the soft scraping on Burt's hairy belly and they bunched with excitement.
Softening the pressure on Peg's tits, Sheila began thumbing the nipples this way and that, knowing what thrills the direct stimulation to Peg's tit-peaks provided. Then she was pulling at each pulpy tit with her fingers, plucking and tweaking the sensitive tit-flesh. She looked on as Peg felt herself being carried away on a magic carpet of earthly delights.
Abruptly Peg appeared to freeze, high up on Burt's fuck-length. Her breath caught in her throat, her lips twisted deliriously.
"Oh Gawd," she gasped, "not that too. Ohhh, not a finger up my ass. Ohhhh, Uncle Burt ..."
Burt was joining the fun in a more active way by playing a wet fingertip into Peg's asshole. Sheila reached underneath and touched her hand to Burt's, letting him know she was with him all the way.
He shoved with his hand and slid his finger into Peg's tight shitter. Her knees jerked and her body contorted and she gasped, then grinned a wide grin of delight.
"That's good," she breathed. "Oh, that's so good!"
She lowered on Burt's fuck-pole and his hand lowered with her. Lurching back on his cock, his hand staying put, she was thus riding up his finger at the same time. She squealed with the lewd pleasure of the double sliding sensation.
She hauled her asshole up to the end of his finger and automatically it swirled in her ass entrance. She rushed back down on it to avoid being driven crazy, but in short order was sliding back up his cock and digit for more.
Continuing to tweak a nipple in one hand, Sheila leaned forward and touched her lips to the other tit-peak. She softly drew it into her mouth and washed her tongue over and around the fleshy spike, her head nodding as she stayed with the rise and fall of Peg's body.
Sheila shifted her oral attention to the second inflamed tit-peak and gave it the same easygoing treatment.
Sheila spread her lips and sucked farther onto the curved mass of coned tit-meat, then farther still. She engorged her mouth with the hot, creamy softness, just as Peg had done to her that afternoon they had spent together.
Holding the mouthful of tit, Sheila lifted her head and stretched the taut flesh until the suction broke. With a slurpy, sucking sound the tit seemed to pull itself from the wanting grasp and snapped back into the place on Peg's chest.
It jiggled a long second or two before becoming still.
"Both of them!" Peg said in lusty fashion, continuing to thrill to her double penetration.
She was near the brink and, looking at her, Sheila felt lucky the blonde was demanding only more of the same.
"Suck both my titties!" Peg implored.
Sheila gobbled in the second alluring feast of tit-meat and mauled it with her teeth and lips and suction. Alternating from one to the other with salacious directness, she whipped Peg into a tizzy of arousal.
Tense all over, Peg turned her face to the ceiling and groaned deeply, hunching quickly on short sections of cock and finger both. The last barrier before paradise suddenly gave way and her climax erupted, and she writhed and twisted through the overwhelming storm with amazing energy.
Shuddering vividly, her arms gave out first and she dropped onto both elbows. Burt kept on working with his fingers and stroked with his cock to work out her joy to the fullest. Over both of them, Sheila nuzzled Peg's tits as the girl whimpered her rising contentment.
Eventually pulling his hand from under Peg, Burt gripped her by the hips and eased her from his cock and off his body to one side. Her head continued to rest on his shoulder, but she was otherwise out of the way now, a spent, soggy form of fulfilled feminine beauty.
Sheila's eyes lifted along her husband's body from his stiff, oiled cock to his shining eyes, and she had to smile.
"You always looked best riding it," he answered.
Tucking her legs in, Sheila erected herself over Burt's mid-section. Her body was keen with anticipation as she perched on the brink of penetration.
The initial contact of his cock on her cunt-lips thrilled Sheila deeply, compelling her hips to lower on their own. Her cunt underwent the luscious spread of invading prick and her walls rippled excitedly. She gave a playful wiggle of her ass and sank farther onto her husband's prick.
But it was the eye-contact that lifted their slow union into a very special realm. There was something in it that only two of them could share. They loved one another deeply.
Sheila bowed low onto Burt, squirmed her packed tits into his chest as she melded her mouth with his. She tongued his mouth and reached for an even more intimate joining, and slid her baking cunt to the base of his pounding cock. A raw but honeyed sensation claimed her entire being.
"Feels like old times," she commented.
"Maybe even better."
She lifted upright again, her head lolling back as she soaked in the hot feel of his deep-reaching prick.
Sheila lifted slowly on his cock, feeling every tissue and fiber of the thumping cock-meat as if for the first time. He really did feel great in there. His cock was made for pussy, her pussy, and she was made for him.
Yet strangely, even disturbingly, Sheila found herself thinking about Sam. His cock was good for her too. He was good for her. Incredibly, she was starting to feel unfaithful toward the boy.
Burt's hands closing on her tits brought Sheila back to the here-and-now, and she showed her husband a genuinely pleased smile. She fucked his cock with an easy rhythm, getting fully reacquainted. She stopped worrying about Sam.
Her head swayed and somehow her gaze drifted to Peg. The girl was gazing at her and Burt, just watching the sexy action, fascinated and entranced by the view. Somehow she seemed to belong there in bed with them, Sheila realized. Her presence didn't make either her or Burt the slightest bit uncomfortable.
Discovering Sheila's stare on her, Peg murmured sweetly, "You two are so great together. I want to be in love some day."
"Terrific, as long as you don't try to rush it," Sheila responded. "Meanwhile, have all the fun you can."
"I will, Sheila. Especially if you won't mind sharing your husband now and then."
Sheila's bright gaze shifted to Burt. "How about it, darling? Could you put up with some extra demand on your cock from time to time?"
He chuckled. "That's fine with me!"
"But what about Sammy?" Peg said then.
'We can't leave him out in the cold."
"Maybe I should take care of Sammy," Sheila found herself saying, "If you don't mind."
"Sounds like a fair trade-off," Burt replied. He grinned at Peg.
"What a sweetie," Peg chirped and kissed him on the cheek."
Glad they were all going to be friends, and more, Sheila launched into a celebratory storm of fucking. She rotated her fine ass as she rubbed his fuck-pole with her clutching cunt. She threw her head back and moaned her pleasure. Burt's hands were constantly at her tits and she delighted in pushing them at his palms and fingers.
"God, it's good!" he moaned. "How did I ever let myself lose track of what fine fucking we have with each other? You're fantastic, riding my cock like that. Driving me out of my mind, baby."
Sheila picked up the pace of her pumping cunt. She twisted and churned her body, tits hobbling crazily about, making a complete, raunchy spectacle of herself for him to enjoy. She ground herself against his cock, making him writhe and groan with pleasure.
It was tremendous fun for Sheila too, on all levels. And it got to be even more enjoyable when Burt dug in his heels and started to lift his pulsing cock into her down-sweeping body and cunt.
"Uuuunnhhh, that's the way!" Sheila gasped with a sudden surge of arousal. "Get into it and fuck with me, darling!"
He sucked in lungfuls of air and fucked into the steamy clasp of her horny cunt, faster now. His hands slid down to her hips and he urged Sheila to a more driving pace. Their privates collided heavily, shooting electric jolts in all directions.
Sheila's mind went all smoky and she lost track of time and all sense of everything except for the joy that was burning up her body. She fought for air and heard the distant-seeming groans of her throat mingling with the grunting of her virile husband.
As her orgasm neared, she became all cunt. She was a hot, panting thing that was there to fuck and be fucked and nothing else.
At last she felt a rich ripple pass through her bucking, churning, slamming body, and it was quickly followed by a searing wave, and then a whole flood as she was swept into her climax.
Continuing to fuck on, she twisted and writhed and wailed, feeling the wind being knocked out of her by the intense quaking and pounding of her core and the pulsing sensations in her system.
Shiela dropped forward onto Burt, continuing to wriggle and moan. She was feeling the shooting thrills of her climax, the sugary stings along her thighs, the tumid jolts of her loins, the purring shivers through her veins.
Finally she softened, giving a soft squirm for more comfort on top of Burt, and in so doing m she felt the hardness of his cock buried deep inside her twitchy cunt. She squeezed with her cunt-muscles to make sure, and he flexed his cock in response. Lifting her head, she saw him grin.
"You didn't come with me," she protested.
"I couldn't. I didn't want to miss any of your reactions."
She smiled. "You were watching me come."
"You know how I like to do that."
"To tell the truth," Sheila confided, "I get a kick out of seeing you getting your rocks off too."
They shared a kiss, letting their tongues flirt in delicious fashion. Then Sheila lifted her head and looked around on the bed as if she'd just noticed something missing. It was Peg.
"I wonder where she went off to?" Sheila-said.
They snuggled together and kissed again. Sheila wriggled her body on top of his and lurched her hips back, working her cunt against his length of fuck-pole. She brought her legs together over his and held his cock-rod tight as she continued grinding with her cunt.
"I'm gonna make you come, stud!" she said. "Just you watch."
"I intend to!" He grinned.
Sheila kept on working on him at her own leisurely pace when a moment or two later, movement flickered in the corner of one eye. She looked and saw Sam stroll up alongside the bed.
He had Peg with him. Really with him. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms wired about his neck. Both of his hands were cradling her sweetly cushioned ass, helping to hold her up. From Sheila's position, she could see that his cock was buried to the hilt inside his sister's pussy.
"Oh my Lord!" Sheila murmured.
Peg clasped both hands behind her brother's neck and leaned away from him on. She turned to the mildly astonished couple with a bright sort of look on her fuck-fevered face.
"I got such a kick out of watching you two I thought you might want to check us out," she said.
"I don't believe it," Burt said, his eyes riveted to the sight of his niece locked in carnal unison with her own brother, his nephew.
Sheila was less surprised by that, of course. Should she let on? Was it necessary to confide everything to Burt? Perhaps, but not now.
"Learned a few tricks from the old folks, huh?" Sheila said. "I just might like to see that for myself. Wouldn't you, Burt honey?"
"I wouldn't mind," he answered slyly.
Chapter Twelve
Sam moved onto the bed, dropping on top of Peg next to Sheila and Burt. The girl's legs pulled way back and she sighed into his kissing mouth as he pressed his cock as far into her body as it would go. Their mouths locked in an unfettered smooch.
Watching them, sensing their nearness, Sheila felt Burt's cock tense within her cunt-grasp. She squeezed and rubbed with her pussy-walls, pushed her plump tits into his broad chest.
Everything was happening fast, and it all went back to her, Sheila realized. And though she had never meant it to go this far, she couldn't find any quarrel with it. Everything, and everyone, seemed to fit perfectly.
Sam's hips lifted high and shoved meaty, red prick into his sister's' cunt. She moaned in response and his fuck-motions continued with rising vigor and she started to writhe under him, contributing to the fun.
Their enthusiasm seemed to transfer to Burt and, continuing to watch, he began to move his hips. Sheila felt the smooth grinding motion of his cock and she worked with him to make for an exciting friction. His hands slid down onto her ass and guided her motions as he held the twin globes, and Sheila commenced to feel a stirring within her own system.
Peg was now rocking her body from side to side and shortly she got Sam to roll over. She came out on top and promptly erected herself over his loins, immediately taking over the fuck-motions. She wiggled up and down Sam's fiery prick and whooped with joy.
Burt's eyes were glued to her body, her lightly hobbling tits. Sheila noticed, but felt no jealousy, nor did she expect to ever again. She understood perfectly. She would have stared at the girl herself if the angle had been better. As it was, she was pretty well occupied feasting her eyes on Sam.
His gaze had drifted from Peg to his aunt and he smiled warmly. She could see him enjoying the wickedness of the passing moments, rejoicing in her being there to share in it all with him.
Sheila again found herself wondering how something so good could be wrong. She was sure she would never know.
Peg was fucking her brother with an openly visible want now, and Burt's hips were starting to prod Sheila's cunt with urgent thrusts. Sheila gave him his lead, resting her head on his shoulder, flexing her cunt-tissues to increase her husband's pleasure and excitement.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Peg moaned dreamily, bouncing herself on Sam's cock, flaunting herself before her uncle's horny eyes.
Sheila's eyes wandered down Sam's body and she witnessed the thrusting motions of his hips. They matched those of her husband, making for strange, kinky responses inside her. Strange, but good. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she thought over and over.
Sheila had never watched a couple fuck before. Not this close, anyway. That time she'd ogled Sam and Peg she'd been far away. Compared to this, it hardly counted.
Here she could pick up on all the details. One that really got to her was the ripple that rushed up through the taut young flesh of Peg's body each time her ass collided with Sam's hunching hips. It rolled through the girl's flawless flesh, seeming to make the jutting tits jump for joy.
Burt's arousal had been holding at a high peak, and with Sheila's cunt wrapped so tightly about his cock and Peg's bounding, twisting young body to fill his eyes, it didn't take long for completion to surge through his loins, his balls, his driving prick and into his wife's pussy.
Sheila thrilled to the feel of his spasming cock, and especially the burn of his spurting, splattering seed. The luridness of his responses as he came sparked a real excitement in Sheila's own system, and she knew it would seem like a long wait before she got herself onto a hard prick like that again that night.
Because at that same moment, Sam groaned a deep, familiar sound that signaled his own climax. The vivid lurches of his body transferred to Peg's and the girl began to wail her ultimate pleasure. With frantic motions and straining voices they shared cum-spurts together.
Whimpering excitedly, Peg swayed to and fro, her body shaking and shuddering, a look of total bliss crossing her pretty face. Limply she flopped forward onto her brother and gave him a mouth-filling smooch. His arms encircled her damp body in a possessive way.
"What that a kick or what?" she breathed.
"Out of this world!" he answered, clutching her haughty ass.
Sheila sneaked a hand over between the girl's thighs and found a trickle of cum that had leaked from her soggy pussy. Before the watching eyes of everyone she licked the tasty spunk from her lingers. She looked at Peg.
"I'll trade my pussyful of jizz for yours," the woman offered.
Forgetting her contentment, Peg squealed with slutty enthusiasm. She twisted away from Sam and lay on her back on the bed between the two men. She spread her legs and waited.
Sheila swung around and straddled her niece's shoulders. Crouching low, she presented her spread, cum-filled cunt to Peg's lips and bowed her head between the girl's wide-open thighs.
The mingled cum-juices on Peg's pussy offered a heady aroma to Sheila's nostrils and inflamed the woman's brain and soul with sensations.
She swept out her tongue and licked away the cum that was smeared all over Peg's cunt-folds. She felt the soft dabs of Peg's tongue on her own cunt and quivered with want.
To either side of the females there was movement. Burt slid up on the bed and propped himself on an elbow to watch his niece suck his wife's pussy clean of his spent ball-juice. Sam shifted around and adopted a similar position as he gazed upon Sheila lapping happily at his sister's pussy.
"Shit," he groaned. "We've all gone to hell in a handcart, and I love it."
Pleased by the attention, Sheila dug her tongue into Peg's crevice and scooped out a juicy wad of Sam's pussy-heated cream. With Peg's cum mixed in, it had a potently erotic flavor, causing her hunger to yawn wide and ache for more.
"I want it all," Sheila breathed between licks and sucks. "I want every fucking drop of this fantastic cock-juice and pussy-stuff and-oh, fuck!"
She pressed her open mouth to the gaping fuck-hole and shot her tongue deep inside. At the same time, she felt Peg's wriggly tongue slice into her privates and dug deeper to encourage the girl.
Sheila licked and scooped inward for all she could get. When her tongue could reach no farther, she used a finger, sliding it way in, pulling it out, sucking it clean, then sticking her tongue in for the cum-stuff her finger had smeared on the walls on its way out.
Ultimately Sheila had all the spent cum she was going to get from Peg's honey-hole, but it had only served to whet her appetite. Appearing to be sniffing around for more, she turned her attention to Sam, her gaze easing down his slim body. Her eyes flared at the sight of his cock, still slick with spewed-out jizz and pussy-juice.
Pulling from Peg, Sheila turned around, pushed Sam's hips flat on the bed and settled on top of him, crouching over his legs. Inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of his coated cock, she started to lick at it.
Peg found herself in the same frame of mind as her aunt. She rolled over and slid down a short way on the bedding, promptly scooping Burt's cum-soaked cock into her mouth. She held it in there, washing her tongue all over and under and around the flaccid cock-meat.
When all the yummy goo was gone, Sheila let Sam's cock flop from her mouth and she sighed as she gazed down at it.
"Time for a breather?" Sam wondered.
"I was just speculating on how many more times you can come tonight," Sheila answered.
"Maybe you'd better take a breather if you're really thinking of finding out."
"Big-talking man!" She smiled.
Sam laughed.
"Bet I can make Sam's cock hard again before you can do Burt's," Sheila found herself murmuring to Peg.
"You're on, lady," came the snappy reply. "I'll make him hard first and I'll make him come first too!"
"Not if I use my asshole, baby!"
"Two can play at that game," Peg vowed.
The sounds of their raunchy sucking mixed with softly moaning male voices and filled every corner of the room.
Chapter Thirteen
Morning light was bright in the room as Sheila awoke a few short hours later.
An arm was draped across her tits. It belonged to Sam, who dozed on peacefully. Beyond him was Peg, snuggled up alongside Burt, both sleeping.
Sheila rested where she was for a few minutes, basking in the memories holding claim over her mind.
Finally she slid out from under Sam's arm and stood. She gazed at the sprawled, naked bodies for a long moment. Then, not bothering to put anything on, she went down the hall to the bathroom.
She relieved herself, checked her face in the mirror, her mind wandering. Presently she turned to the shower.
She slowly rotated under the spray, then stood facing it, letting the warm water play down over her tits and the rest of her voluptuous body. It had been a long while since she had felt this content in the morning, or had had this level of peace in her mind. She felt absolutely dreamy.
But at the same time she could not forget that it was the morning after. A lot had happened the night before, especially to Burt, and in the naked light of day he might find himself with second thoughts. Worse, he might withdraw into his recent bad habits.
Sheila was finishing her shower, toweling down, when Peg entered. She came straight to Sheila, wrapped both arms around the woman and greeted her with a juicy smooch. No problem here, Sheila thought. But then, she hadn't expected any. Not with Peg.
"Guys still asleep?" Sheila asked.
"Uh-huh."
"I better get back there."
"If you say so," Peg answered, lowering her arms. As she turned, Sheila touched her arm and the two naked females faced one another.
"That was a beautiful thing you did last night," Sheila said. "I mean, lighting a fire under Burt and everything."
Peg shrugged a shoulder. "I just thought it would be worth a try. I'm glad it worked out."
"So am I. I just hope it sticks."
"Have a little faith!"
Sheila managed a smile. "Anyway, thanks again, sweet thing."
"You're sharing. That's thanks a-plenty."
Sheila kissed Peg on the lips. "Water's hot."
Sheila turned and left the bathroom to her darling Peg then, strolling back up the hall to the master bedroom. She found her pair of men dozing on, a couple of feet apart on the wide bed, naked, uncovered. Sam had suddenly sprouted an early-morning hard-on and it stood out from his body with a fierce hardness.
For the moment, she ignored it. At least, she didn't head straight for it. Moving around to the other side of the bed, she eased onto the broad pad. Careful not to jostle Burt awake, Sheila straddled his head, facing down his body. She leaned forward and spread both knees to lower her crotch.
She felt his soft, warm breath on her parted ass and crotch and pussy. Her sensitive skin began to come alive from that subtle contact, and inside, her anticipation began to lift through her system. There was only one sure way to keep the ball rolling. Catch Burt with his guard down.
She slid her free hand down Burt's body and into his cock-hair. She rubbed easily for a moment before moving her hand onto his flaccid prick. She held it, groped it, squeezed it until Burt began to stir. . Holding her hand still, simply resting on his privates, she eased back with her body and nuzzled his nose with the soft folds of her refreshed pussy. It must have tickled him because he abruptly lifted a hand to his face. Her hip blocked it.
He frowned in perplexed fashion, then became quite still. Sheila wiggled her ass perkily.
"Darling," he said then with unmistakable fondness. Both his hands slid up her body and over her back and finally down to her ass. Clutching her cheeks, he pulled the saucy globes aside for a full view of her cunt. "Darling, darling, darling!"
She gave another squirm and he chuckled. She eased back and nuzzled his face with her crotch. And Sheila was sorry she had ever doubted him. Never again.
Sheila felt the first wipe of his tongue up her center slit and knew she had nothing to worry about. She never had. The way she and Peg had worked him over it was a wonder he hadn't been the first to rise and start something.
Burt's tongue played up and down her pussy time and time again, flicking outward to both sides. Sheila felt herself opening up and beginning to drool her pussy-juice. Now he was sucking it from her as eagerly and wantingly as she could remember.
Uncertainties gone from her mind, Sheila was open to her own powers of suggestion. That powerful hard-on of Sam's kept catching her eye . . . here she was with her two favorite studs and she was letting one of them go to waste. This simply would not do.
Abandoning her husband's cock and balls, Sheila bent to one side and reached for Sam's cock-meat. She let her hand close around the shaft very loosely and simply worked it up and down.
Gradually her gentle ministrations sank in and her nephew began to stir. She gave him an affectionate squeeze near the bottom of the fuck-tube and it brought his eyes fluttering open. Seeing her, what she was doing, brought a wide smile to his face.
"Hey," he murmured, "good morning."
As Burt continued to lap at her pussy, she stared at Sam's big bad cock.
Sam squirmed closer so she could reach him easier, not have to stretch out.
"That feels sooooo goooood," he said, and stretched from fingertip to toe. That made his cock stand up straighter, and Sheila kept on playing her hand up and down and around it, jerking him off with keen intent.
That tongue on her pussy felt super-good. Burt hadn't forgotten a thing. Pulling her pooched-out folds aside, he was reaching into her cunt with his shameless probe. The tip dug into her wet, sensitized flesh and swirled about, stirring her juices.
Sam's cock was beginning to feel too hot and sexy to just hold.
"Up on your knees, darling," she urged suddenly. "Stick your big fuck-thing down my throat for me, will you?"
Sheila planted both hands on the mattress, one on each side of Burt's knees, and watched young Sam hurry into position in front of her. His cock was angled upward, defiant of gravity. It was purple-knobbed, red-shafted, pulsing with energy, dripping with enthusiasm. Sheila's mouth watered.
She swallowed, then opened her mouth. Her tongue reached out, bending and curling in beckoning fashion. Oh, she wanted to suck it. Hot shit, did she want that shaft of cock-meat in her mouth. And was her throat craving its forceful penetration. She was fairly panting with anticipation.
Sam leaned his hips forward until his cock-head touched her lips. He went no farther. Sheila smacked her mouth around the prick-knob and licked at it, but to take in more would have meant pulling her pussy from Burt's expert mouth.
"Little bastard!" Sheila moaned. "Don't tease your sweet auntie like this. Give Auntie what she wants. Give Auntie your big hard cock, my angel. Hmmmm?"
Her sweetly cajoling tone must have reached him because right away his cock began to fill her mouth with its throbbing rigidity and unnatural size. Sheila gobbled at it like a suckling calf, her head bucking and digging for more.
He entered her throat and she felt the burn of his silken flesh. Still she wanted more. She wanted cock until she couldn't breathe, and Sam gave it to her.
From underneath, Burt's hands had lifted to her hanging tits. His fond groping was doing terrific things to her, almost as good as his tongue was. And yet, in those moments, it was not enough. More, her flesh and spirit kept saying to her. More.
She was almost ashamed. She had so much as it was. It seemed wrong to ask for more. But then, if it was there for the taking . . .
She lifted a hand to Sam's stomach.
"Back up for me, darling," she said, taking her mouth from his saliva-covered cock, though not her eyes. Sam complied without question. Sheila pulled her cunt from Burt's mouth and moved down his body.
His cock had lifted halfway, perhaps more. Sheila reached underneath and grabbed it. A few firming-up strokes and she pressed the tip into her gooey cunt. Catching on to her wishes, Burt sat up and took over for her, force-feeding prick-meat into his wife's body as she slowly worked back onto it.
That's better, Sheila thought to herself, and began to run her lips over Sam's cock again. He pushed the log of prick-meat into her mouth and her throat and things usually got humming after that.
Burt's pussy-fucker swelled to a virile fullness, stretching her cunt-sheath with it. Wanting some motion, she had to supply it-something Sheila was more than happy to do.
Pushing off Burt's prick, she was thrilled to find herself sliding orally onto Sam's cock-meat. Her pussy emptied out and her mouth and throat filled right up. It was the juiciest of trade-offs.
"Do it, baby!" Burt intoned. "Show us what you're made of!"
Finding a pleasing rhythm, Sheila moved forward and back as if she'd been taking two cocks at once all her life. She was a sight and an experience to behold.
She had started out thinking she was slutty. Then she'd found out she was really slutty. Just how deep did this condition of hers go anyway? That was something she was curious about. Somehow, even now, she sensed that question had not been answered.
She could feel a climax coming on from deep inside. She sure was ready for it, too. Every part of her was keening for those torrid waves of release.
A hard drive back onto Burt's cock, a slower move forward onto Sam, now just a few more each way . . . just a couple more . . . shit, fuck, the feel of sliding prick was something.
Lights flashing on her eyelids and all through her incredible body, Sheila sailed through the violent churning of her orgasm and felt herself grow dizzy as the vivid forces of her come reached their most potent. Then, with the gradual ebbing, she lost track of herself in the glow of sweet oblivion, her body and her mouth working on.
Calming slowly, Sheila felt the bed jounce. She opened her eyes and twisted her head on the upper reaches of Sam's still-hard cock to find a freshly showered, bright-faced Peg kneeling beside them on the tousled bedding.
"Now I see why you were in such a hurry to get back to these guys," the girl remarked sassily.
Sheila pulled her mouth from Sam's cock with a loud slurp. She was still trembling inside, but her mature voice didn't make it readily apparent.
"I was just warming them up for you." Sheila smiled. In the contentment of her aftermath it didn't seem like such a big lie.
"Of course you did," the wily teenager replied.
Sheila disengaged herself from Burt's cock and moved out from between the two men. She perched herself facing Peg and said, "Be my guest."
"I won't wait for you to change your mind," Peg said, coming forward. She then lowered her head to gulp Burt's pussy-slicked cock into her mouth and swung her raised ass around in offering to Sam. He grabbed her by the hips and gave her immediate penetration.
Sheila touched Burt's arm to get his attention. "I'll go start breakfast," she said. "We'll have to keep up our strength."
"No hurry," he murmured. "I think I'll be taking the day off."
She gave him a warm smooch. She moved from the bed and, still not bothering to put anything on, hoping it would set an example perhaps, she ambled from the bedroom.
Drifting downstairs, she did not go immediately to the kitchen. Pensive, going through a somewhat difficult inner debate, Sheila went to the phone. After another sober deliberation, she picked up the receiver and dialed.
Back east it was mid-morning already. Sheila's sister-Peg and Sam's unsuspecting mother-answered on the first ring.
The two women started off with a sisterly chat, Sheila wondering as she talked how sis would react to learning she was sitting there in the nude, thinking about diddling her clit. Shortly, though. Sheila got down to her reason for calling.
"Listen, honey," she said, "when the holidays roll around, instead of Sam and Peg going home to see you, why don't you and that handsome husband of yours come out to visit us? All of us."
