Chapter 4
Next morning Sam was very quiet at the breakfast table. He hardly even looked at Sheila. But that didn't bother or concern her, for she understood. She felt the same way. One look and all self-control just might go straight out the window.
Busying herself for the moment with the laundry, she encountered Sam's bed clothes, with their sweat and stains of overflowed juices, and that effectively removed whatever distraction she had hoped to find in this particular chore.
Sam was luckier, she thought. He got to clean out the garage. No torturous reminders in there. Just hard work, complete satisfaction. Yet when he came in for a couple of sandwiches at lunch-time, Sheila couldn't help but notice the hard-on in his pants. It was even worse when he went back out to finish the job.
Who was she trying to kid? Sheila wondered. There was nothing to think about. It's going to happen again between Sam and her, she realized. It was only a matter of time, and that gave her a warm, secure feeling.
Shortly after lunch Peg left with some friends for an afternoon of shopping at the local mall. The house was left to Sheila and Sam. No disturbances, no interruptions.
God help us, Sheila prayed. Not for salvation, but for safety. What troubled her now, what struck fear into her, was the possibility of discovery. They had chosen a dangerous path, the two of them. Being found out would result in all kinds of ruin for them both.
Lying on the bed, in the cool comfort of the room, Sheila considered her precarious future. No, there was no real guilt, no shame, she was beyond help there. And the more she thought, the more convinced she became that she and Sam could get away with a secret affair. So now even the fear factor was wearing thin. She was beyond saving there too.
God help us, she prayed.
Why had Burt turned away from her? She wouldn't be in this position if he hadn't.
The sound of a running shower interrupted her thoughts. Sam must have finished in the garage and come upstairs to wash off the sweat and dust of his toil.
He's naked now, she couldn't help but think, and a smile spread her lips. And I know what his cock looks like this time. All wet, soaping himself, that sweaty cock and balls and ass, his muscles rippling . . . would he jerk off or take a chance and save it for her?
Sheila's pussy gave a nudging twitch between her legs, urging her not to gamble and go settle the matter for him. As had become usual, her flesh and her system and even her mind ruled her conscience and her sense of propriety. Sheila pushed herself from the bed.
Reaching up under her dress, she swept down her panties, stepped out of them. Enjoying the wickedness of her sweet self, Sheila ambled from the room and down the hall.
The bathroom door was ajar, as if he were waiting. She shoved it open and looked in, immediately spotting Sam's head over the door of the shower cubicle. His body was outlined on the fogged glass. His cock was up.
"Hi, foxy!" He grinned impishly, spotting her almost immediately.
Bearing something close to a leer, Sheila undulated across to the stall. Crossing her arms atop the door, she rested her chin on a forearm and gave Sam a long, longing once-over. She was safe in looking and was going to take full advantage.
Appreciating the attention, and the freedom, Sam did a slow turn under the spray, rinsing off lather to offer an unobstructed view of his flawless skin. His cock was fully extended, pointing up at her as he turned. It wagged in happy fashion from side to side. Not once did it bob downward.
"When you turn on, you don't kid around," she observed.
He stood facing her, openly, even proudly. He softly touched the underside of his angled prick with the fingertips of a stroking hand. "It's something I must have picked up from my aunt. She's a real prize in the shameless sweepstakes, believe me."
"You like her, do you?"
"Oh yeah! She's the best. I'd do anything for her."
"She's lucky to have someone like you around to take care of her."
"About as lucky as I am," he answered. Cutting the kidding around then, he shifted closer. "I'm glad it isn't going to stop at last night for us."
"I took a big risk. We'll have to be more careful from now on."
"I understand."
Feeling a happy impulse return, Sheila stepped back from the shower door. "Shut that off and get out here." She picked up a towel from beside the sink. "I'll dry you off and we'll see what develops."
Sam obliged, treating her to the erotic spectacle of his wagging cock as he moved out into the open. He trembled, and her own knees weakened, and her mouth watered, her eyes glazing over. She drew a deep breath and went around behind him, intending to start there and work her way around to his better stuff. She caught a frontal reflection in the mirror but turned her attention elsewhere.
"Gorgeous ass you've got there," she murmured fondly, squeezing a jutting loaf of ass-cheek through the towel. "Real man-sized. No wonder you fuck like one."
She worked towel-covered fingertips into the deep crevice of his ass and rubbed along the bottom of the crack, starting at the upper reaches of it and venturing all the way under to his shit-hole, then back up bit by bit. The friction made him tremble again and his cock jerked with lust.
"Saucy wench!" He grinned. "Sexy bitch. I'm nuts about you."
Pleased, Sheila lowered onto her knees on the small bathroom rug. No, she was more than pleased. She was fulfilled on a personal level. She was made whole again. She was still able to delight a man in a carnal way with only the smallest effort. She needed a lot of reminders of that, since Burt had turned away from her.
She briskly toweled the backs of his legs. Then, licking her lips, she touched his thighs to turn him around.
His fully extended cock swung around into view and waved alluringly before her captivated eyes. Her hands worked distractedly to dry his legs as she stared in fascination at the immense hard-on she had wrought. Fascination, and whole-hearted adoration. How she hungered for it.
But she held off, both to tease Sam and to tantalize herself. She made a conscious effort to towel his body and shoulders. His out-reaching cock touched her tits and she felt the burn of his desire, even through her dress.
Down to his flat stomach, then reaching underneath to brush the towel at his hanging balls. His cock bucked with excitement at the unique friction, but still Sheila resisted direct contact.
She played the towel against his balls a moment longer, then on his inner thighs. He groaned helplessly, and it got to her. Ass on heels, she leaned forward and flicked a fat drop of pre-cum from his cock-point. She twisted her head and licked down the smooth underside of his red prick-length. She brushed her cheek back along the pulsing flank, then down the other side, then fluttered her tongue up underneath.
"I want to come in your mouth!" Sam rasped. "More than anything. Your fantastic mouth."
"Yeah," Sheila breathed. "I love the taste of your cum!"
She gripped the base of his prick-shaft and licked at the flared crown. She wiped pre-cum from the slit and smacked her lips as the flavor hinted across her tongue.
Spurred by rising cock-hunger, Sheila took the gorgeous cock between her warm, velvet-soft lips. She inhaled deeply and sucked down past the ridge. Pausing to squeeze, she sucked down farther, and bit by bit took in his incredibly stiff prick, ultimately cramming it into her throat to get the whole thing past her lips.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sheila moaned with satisfaction and lust as her nose nestled in his patch of hair and her chin nudged his swollen, dangling balls. Sam's hands stroked her hair with good-natured gentleness.
"You're amazing, Sheila. Beautiful, wicked, and just amazing. It's incredible how you thrill my cock. You're gonna have my cum shooting in no time."
Sheila pulled her mouth up, up and off Sam's pulsating prick. "I really love it!"
His cock was so hard, so full, so beautiful, it seemed a crime to be working at deflating it. His prick was perfection, standing there, untamed, proud. She could have worshipped it forever. And Sam. He was so good for her.
But giving him his complete pleasure weighed heaviest on her mind, and she did have a pressing thirst for his jizz. Sheila fitted her lips back onto the drooling cock-tip and sucked down with lascivious intent.
Arousal danced through her system as she adoringly sucked Sam's cock. A rigid prick, a naked, appreciative male, she was in absolute bliss there on her knees in front of him.
Humming inside, Sheila swirled her busy tongue around his throbbing cock-meat. She used her top teeth to lightly scrape his cock, the friction likely to set off sparks of enjoyment. Sure enough, the cock jerked with lust inside her drawing, wet warmth.
"Fantastic!" Sam breathed. "Fantastic cock-sucking. Out of this world, baby! Out of this world!"
His hips began to thrust at her. She wanted to take her mouth from his cock and tell him how good that felt but the moment never seemed right. She couldn't let go.
The sucking pressure she applied caved Sheila's cheeks in. Lewd slurping sounds escaped from her lips. She grunted and groaned with longing for the taste of his climax. Faster and faster her head rocked forward and back.
Come, she implored silently. Come, you hot cock! Come in my mouth, in my throat! Come for me, baby. Come!
The early warning signs showed and she sucked even more urgently at Sam's cock. His excitement intensified with each heartbeat, welling up to the boiling point and exploding with youthful force.
Holding firm to the upper end of Sam's suddenly convulsing cock-rod, Sheila thrilled to the first jets of his delicious jizz. She quivered with burning sensations of triumph and fulfillment as his cock-juice gushed forth, filling her mouth up with salty spunkiness.
"Mmmmra, mmmmmm, mmmmmm!" she moaned, sucking in more and more of his spewing cum. His balls and cock gave all they had and still she sucked. Hugging his thighs and ass, she drew herself closer to his fleshy fountain.
Only when her mouth could hold no more did she swallow his spent seed. Feeling it warm her throat and tummy, she eased her head back, sucking off the jizz that had coated his enclosed prick and taking in another swallow of his ball-juice. Again Sheila moaned her delight.
Sam knelt slowly, his knees going out to either side of Sheila's legs. Cupping her face dearly in his hands, he gave her a long, loving kiss. "That was beautiful!"
"You inspire me," she explained.
"You're kind of inspiring yourself," he answered.
"Oh?"
He sneaked a hand in between her thighs under her dress and cupped her tumid pussy. He inserted a testing finger. "Oh yeah, pretty inspiring. You're wet. You turned on just from having my cock in your mouth!"
"Gives you a few ideas, does it?"
"I want my mouth to be as big a thrill for you as yours was for me. I wanna take real special care of you. With my tongue, and my lips."
"Love it!" Sheila enthused, quivering. "I wanna lick your cunt. I even wanna lick your ass!"
Sheila wrapped her arms around Sam and kissed him throatily as her body stirred with deeper yearning. His hands swept over her, caressing her curves and hollows through the dress as he returned the kiss. He sucked her wriggly tongue to show his hunger.
Sam broke the juicy smooch and stood. Catching Sheila's hand, he drew her to her feet and led her from the bathroom. Walking backwards so he wouldn't have to take his eyes from her, he drew Sheila into his bedroom. Their eyes held, showing total warmth.
He pulled open her dress and pushed it from her shoulders, her body, and his expression brightened to find her fully naked underneath. He drew her nude body into his arms and kissed her passionately, Frenching her mouth as if it were the tastiest morsel imaginable.
After long moments of that, he lowered onto his knees. Keeping straight, he was level with her jutting tits. First he kissed them all over, wetly. His tongue slipped out and he trailed it over her coned orbs of tit-meat.
He flicked his tongue repeatedly at each nipple, then took to nibbling at them with his lips. Sheila's fingers combed into his hair and drew his head closer. Or tried to. He seemed determined to keep his own pace. He was learning.
Shortly he was scraping her tit-peaks with his teeth, top and bottom both, drawing the pulpy flesh to rigid attention. At last the soft suction of his wet mouth began, and he pulled at her tit-flesh with exquisite playfulness.
Sheila's knees were in a near constant state of trembling when, gripping her hips, he guided her to a seat on the edge of the bed. She lay back on a pillow against the wall as he lifted her knees back and apart. Sheila held them for him in her hands and felt his palms slide down to the rounds of her ass-cheeks.
Bowing between her parted, folded shanks, Sam nuzzled his aunt's belly, venturing slowly downward. He pressed puckered lips to the soft hair of her cunt-mound, hands softly kneading the smooth fullness of her warm ass-globes.
Her clit pulsing sweetly, cunt drooling in anticipation, Sheila felt her face flush with genuine arousal. She wiggled her body to encourage her nephew, to try to hurry him on to her craving fuck-hole.
What he did was back off slightly and inhale deeply of the aroma of her cunt. Terribly teasing, but the deeply pleased look on his face was flattering and of some comfort to her wracked insides.
Using two fingers, Sam spread his aunt's cunt and took a close look at the finely shaped clit and small-seeming fuck-slit beyond her splendidly shaped outer folds. He appeared awestruck by her feminine beauty.
"Gorgeous," he breathed. "Almost too good to eat!"
"Don't you even think it," she murmured.
He chuckled softly, finally lowering his mouth to her waiting cunt. His lips settled widely on her pooch of pussy and held it warmly. His tongue slipped out onto her parted privates and flicked over the tender flesh, then ventured into the pussy-opening.
Abruptly he shot his tongue way up into her tight cunt-tunnel and tasted her running juices. He groaned with heartfelt delight that in turn gave Sheila a real charge. The intimate contact was already making her tingle.
Sheila moaned in sweet response and gave a lewd wriggle with her hand-held ass. His tongue ground into her hot pussy and she felt the absolute sincerity of his desire and intention to make her come. It felt like a long-lost thrill, and Sheila, grinning her pleasure, squirmed on the bed.
Sam licked in and out and around her cunt for long moments, slowly but steadily stoking her passion-fires, bringing it all together. Then he remembered his other main desire and, pushing her legs way back, said, "Now you get your ass licked, baby!"
Sheila tensed with anticipation, feeling his hot breath on her upturned ass, her gaping crack, the shit-hole itself. Oils from her cunt had leaked down to the hole, glazing it erotically. She could feel the wetness there.
"Oh God baby!" she gasped. "You're already turning me on so good. This is gonna drive me out of my mind!"
The first touch of his tongue on her ass-crack sent tingling jolts of arousal through her nether region, up her thighs. He swept into the splayed crevice and dabbed continuously at the puckered pink hole, flicking his tongue-tip outward in all directions.
Then he was licking out over her ass-cheeks again, as he'd done to her tits earlier. And if that wasn't fun enough, next he was biting into the smooth, muscle-packed crescents. His approach and attitude were ravenous. He adored her womanly ass and was thrilled to show her how much.
Gasping with arousal, Sheila watched and felt him eventually move his magical mouth back up onto her pussy. With a thumb on each side, he pulled the cushioning flesh away from her extended clit.
"Yeessss, oh yeessss!" Sheila hissed with wanton lust. "My clit needs it bad. It's really aching for you, lover! Give it your fantastic mouth!"
Sam flicked softly at the inflamed bud. It flared, swelling further, pulsing with glee. He licked again and saw the dainty nub stand up and rage with excitement. He sucked it between his lips and felt it pulse deliciously.
"Gawd," Sheila cried, "this is too fucking much. I don't know how much more I can take!"
Her body was a writhing, twisting mass as Sam flattened his tongue on her clit. He mauled it brutally, then fluttered the tip to apply feather-soft caresses. He sucked it in again and stabbed his tongue-tip at the very peak of her clit. That was the one place that really got her going in over-drive and he had found it and was now using it to the limit. And beyond.
Sheila's body gave a lurid convulsion and she came. Her legs jerked in the air, her ass bucked out of control, her face contorted wildly as wailing sounds erupted from her throat. No need to play it cautious now, she openly screamed her pleasure, gasping and cursing like a bitch in heat as her climax happened.
Her brain was knocked out of commission and she was a popping, snapping, flaring live wire of bursting carnal energy. She quaked and shook and twisted and fought for air and cried hot tears of ecstasy.