Chapter 9
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.