Chapter 13
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."
"Hmmmmm, maybe ..."
"I'm sure we could make it fun for you ..."