Chapter 11
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.