"So naughty niece" - читать интересную книгу автора (Peterson Tim)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Cheryl and Philip knelt facing each other on one side of the bed.

Sondra couldn't bear to watch, but she couldn't help it either. She whimpered helplessly when she wasn't trying to pull her hands free. What she would do if she got loose wasn't clear in her mind, but she was trying.

Cheryl and Philip wrapped their arms around one another and kissed soulfully. Philip swept his hands down onto the creamy smooth juts of Cheryl's asscheeks and kneaded the packed flesh with a lewd appreciation.

Sondra grew furious. What a cruel trick they had played on her. Whit an unfair punishment. She hadn't left either of them high and dry. She hadn't left them with nothing.

"Let me loose!" she gasped.

Cheryl and Philip both looked at her, and Philip said, "Not yet?"

"What do you want from me? You want me to say I'm sorry?"

"That would be nice," Cheryl said. "If you could make yourself mean it. Mostly, we just want you to lie there and suffer. Feel something of the loss you almost cost Philip and me."

Sondra looked to Philip, but now that he knew the real truth about her, he didn't have sympathy to offer. In fact, he appeared to be enjoying the sight of her all trussed up and powerless.

Cheryl and Philip resumed kissing, ignoring Sondra, but not for one minute forgetting that she was there. Everything they did was for her benefit, or suffering. They were going to enjoy themselves and rub Sondra's face in it, in not being able to participate, in never being able to again.

"I wanna finish sucking your cock," Cheryl said to Philip.

"Mmmmm, and I want your pussy! It's been too long for me, beautiful!"

"Just lie back. I'll give you a refresher course."

Philip lowered onto his ass and stretched his legs out to either side of Cheryl. He lay back, away from Sondra's view. Cheryl turned around and positioned herself astride him. She dropped onto both elbows and lowered her ass and crotch to his face.

Sondra watched, no more than two feet away from her aunt's flushing face. She was trying to figure out something to do, something to say.

Philip's heavy prick was lying back over his cockhair and lower stomach, looking like it was taking a short rest. As if not to disturb it, Cheryl bowed her head between his legs and slid her tongue out onto his swollen balls.

Philip had been waiting for it, and he groaned his pleasure. "Nnnnn, you haven't lost a thing!"

She wriggled her lower body, partly in enjoyment and partly in invitation. Philip accepted, sweeping the flat of his tongue up over the dangling folds of her cunt.

Cheryl gave a soft, girlish laugh of delight and busily flicked her tongue against his balls. She showed her skills and her caring and affection, and the thick log of Philip's prick rose toward her throat.

Sondra burned with jealousy at seeing Cheryl have such an effect on Philip. She'd wanted to be the only one for him. Had thought she could be. Now she knew otherwise.

She wasn't surprised, once she thought about it. She had been told that Cheryl and Philip's problems hadn't been sexual.

Cheryl's whisking tongue moved back over the top of Philip's ball-sac. It swept over the base of his cock as she pulled her head completely from between his legs.

Her own crotch pressed lower, ultimately pressing onto Philip's mouth. It made it easier for him to gobble into her, removing the neck strain as it did, and he took full advantage.

"Mmmm, mmm, mmmmm!" he moaned into his wife's cunt, his jaws and lips and tongue all working in raunchy unison and drawing groans of response from Cheryl's mouth.

At first, Sondra thought they were only doing it to torment her, but that notion passed. It sounded too sincere to be simple play-acting.

Cheryl thumbed her husband's cock at the base and stood the throbbing prick upright. She paused a moment, just looking at it, taking in the rich, virile beauty of the red cock from her point of view directly above.

Then, as if she simply had to have it in her mouth, Cheryl spread her lips and bobbed her head onto the powerful hard-on. The oval of her lips swept down all the way to the base with one smooth motion.

Smoother than me, Sondra thought. But then, she's had more practice.

It still amazed Sondra that Cheryl had called Philip. She'd thought her aunt was really enjoying her new life.

Cheryl worked her mouth up and down on Philip's prick with true devotion. Sucking noises escaped her mouth.

Slurpy sounds were coming from where Philip was working as well. His tongue was diving into the fiery opening of her pussy, drilling for her intimate juices. The fuckjuices rolled out for him and he sucked them into his mouth. He palmed her wide ass as if trying to squeeze out more of her tasty cunt-honey.

There were no words between the two. They kissed each other too well. Knew the responses and what they meant, and knew just what area to concentrate on to slow things down or speed up the excitement. They communicated by caress and response. They didn't need words.

Philip took time out from his cunt-sucking to move his tongue on her clit with heavy, quick, circular motions. Cheryl gasped laughingly and cooed knowingly, wise to what he was up to. She wrapped a hand around his cock and jerked him off quickly. They were agreeing that it was time for a come.

Thoroughly enjoying themselves, Cheryl and Philip attacked each other's fuck-parts. Sheer enjoyment was written all over their faces as they avidly sought one another's climax. Their bodies swain against each other on the bed, their passions reaching a fever pitch.

Cheryl aimed her husband's cock at her open mouth, and Sondra watched in fascination as the first streams of his cum came jetting forth. Cheryl closed her lips on the spasming end of his prick and swallowed. Her hand continued pumping up and down on his climaxing prickmeat.

Rising to meet Philip's orgasm was Cheryl's own. Her cries were muffled by his cock and his cum, but the intensity of her release was apparent in her spuming, convulsing body.

Sondra shivered deep down, knowing just how it felt. She was envious. Not jealous, as she'd first thought.

Philip lapped at the outer folds of Cheryl's pussy as she shuddered with orgasm. Reciprocating, the curvy woman affectionately chewed and sucked at his shrinking prickmeat. The last liquids were drawn out and the last shudders of total pleasure drifted away. But there was the pleasure of just being intimate with one another.

For long minutes, Sondra felt forgotten. But then Cheryl's eyes came to her. The woman looked pleased but Sondra was concerned, unsatisfied. There was more in store for the blonde babe.

Cheryl rolled off of Philip to the far side. He lifted onto his elbows and she twisted around, kiss his cuntjuice-smeared lips. She paused to lick at them.

"I want to go home," Sondra said.

Philip and Cheryl looked at her.

"In due time," Cheryl said.

"God, what how?"

"We'll think of something."

"I never want to speak to you again! Isn't that enough for you?"

"Not quite," Cheryl said, "is it, darling?"

"Nope!" Philip smiled.

"Double-crosser!" Sondra gasped.

"I had a good teacher," he said, looking straight at her.

Sondra turned her eyes away.

"Go on then," she said. "Have your fun! Get your jollies! See if I care!"

"Well, you heard her, darling," Cheryl said. "Shall we fuck?"

"Love to, but as you can see, I'm not quite prepared."

"Remember how I used to fix that?"

"Remember? I'm dreaming of it."

Cheryl shifted around. She lay down on her back, parallel with Sondra. She spread her legs wide, and Philip moved into a fuck position between them.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Sondra's attention turned to the couple. She couldn't resist the possibility of learning some new sensual secret.

Cheryl's feet lifted into the air as she drew her legs farther back to either side of her husband. She reached dawn between their bodies one hand grasping his limp cock and the other prying open her cunt.

With gentle fingers and knowing hands, she tucked Philip's cock into her fuck-tunnel. She set his limp prick in a straight line with her inner cunt, starting right at the base.

That accomplished, Philip dropped onto both elbows over her. Cheryl's legs lifted higher, her knees angling back to his shoulders. She drew his tongue into her mouth in a succulent kin. Her open hands moved down his back.

Sondra's eyes followed them. She had no way of knowing what Cheryl planned to do.

Cheryl spread her hands on Philip's asscheeks and dug her fingers in. She pulled his ass forward, making him push against her cunt. When she let go, he remained still, his mouth still glued to hers.

Cheryl extended the tip of a middle finger and touched it to the small of his back. She slowly slid it forward toward the crack of her husband's ass.

Sondra watched the tip of the finger, and then the finger itself disappeared into Philip's deep asscrack and she swallowed, anticipating what would happen next.

Cheryl probed at the tight ring of Philip's asshole. His knees parted. She curled her finger and pushed the tip in. It pushed past his resisting assring and entered his asshole. She pushed on, fucking her finger into his shitchute as thoroughly as hiss cock was embedded in her cunt.

Philip groaned and Cheryl moaned, and as they continued kissing, they shared a wicked pin. Philip's body undulated and she squirmed under him.

"I just felt a surge," Philip said to her. "I felt it too. You just got bigger."

"Good stuff, huh?"

"It was always good, lover."

"Yeah! It was!"

Cheryl cocked her head to one side. "Better than Sondra?"

"Oh, you're cruel," Philip said, and kissed her to shut her up.

Sondra felt entranced. She was watching Cheryl's hand moving, working her finger in and out and around inside Philip's shitter. The way he was squirming, and the way. Cheryl was moaning and twisting under him, he had to be getting hard. It was a neat trick.

She wondered what else she could have learned from her aunt if things hadn't turned out the way they had. What sex tricks? They could have been really good friends, Sondra thought now. And lovers.

"Oooooh!" Cheryl moaned wantonly. "That was a good one! You grew almost an inch that time! Or a foot! It's holding me back!"

"You're so tight!"

"Just trying to keep you from giving too much, too soon," she said.

Philip rocked his hips from side to side above her upturned ass, shifting his cockmeat for greater comfort inside the steamy clasp of her cunt. "I'll give you too much, too soon," he said playfully, and Cheryl rolled her head back with a soft, gurgling laugh.

"Oh God!" Cheryl gasped. "I do believe you're ready to fuck!"

"Gonna leave your finger in my ass while I get started?" he asked.

"I wouldn't want you to stall."

Grinning with her, Philip hoisted his ass and thrust forward. Holding her legs back and up, Cheryl rotated her hips to grate his cock inside her with more friction. She held her finger deep in his ass and fucked him with short, quick strokes.

"Nnnnhhhh!" she gasped, taking her finger from his asshole. "I better take it easy with you!"

"I guess I missed your cunt," he said. Lifting his ass higher and higher; he fucked her with his hot, hard prick.

"Nnnnnn, and I missed your cock!" she groaned. "And your fucking! You've kept in shape, haven't you?"

Then he lifted himself onto straight arms and drove his arched body at her with tireless enthusiasm. Cheryl gasped for breath and her head rolled dizzily.

Envy lifted through Sondra again. It was making her so horny too, watching like she was. She pressed her thighs together and tried to squeeze thrills out, of her clit. She ached to be with them. Being clit off was torture.

Sondra tore her eyes away, wondering why she was torturing herself by watching. She was only helping them make her suffer.

But the increasingly enthusiastic fucking went on, with Philip's hips slapping down on his wife's ass and his cock fucking into the depths of her fiery cunt.

Groaning sounds rasped out of Cheryl's throat. And Philip was starting to sound like a rutting animal. Sondra tried not to listen, but couldn't fend it off. She wanted to cry with frustration and loss.

Cheryl's raised heels started to kick, her legs flexing tautly. Her whole body was spuming as climax seized her fevered mind. And above her, Philip's head was pulling back, a look of total rapture on his face as he fucked out the surging energy of his own orgasm.

Sondra turned eyes to them again and watched them go soft together. They nuzzled and kissed, and finally Philip shifted off to lie on his back.

Cheryl rolled limply toward Sondra, pulled herself up on the bed and loosened the tic holding the girl's wrists in place. Then she slid down to untie her niece's ankle.

"Now Sondra," she said, sitting up, "I want you to go home and think about what happened here. If you come to any conclusions, let me know."

With a sunken heart, Sondra pushed herself from the bed. She picked up her clothes and went out, not looking, back.