Chapter 10
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.
"Wow!" Peg gasped. "Good tongue-play, Uncle Burt. You're something else!"
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.