Chapter 3
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.