Tim Peterson: So naughty niece

"I'm gonna let you lick his balls," Cheryl said.

As if acting on cue, Philip shifted forward, off of Sondra's tits and up so that his balls all over her mouth. Sondra swept her tongue up and around his dangling sac. She licked his balls and drew them into her mouth. She was only too happy to settle for this much contact with him.

Then she looked up, saw Cheryl sucking Philip's cock and thought otherwise. She wanted all of him, just like she always had.

Cheryl was toying with her again. First giving Sondra his cock, then his balls, and soon, nothing at all. She was making Sondra want Philip with every inch of her body, and then she was taking him away.

Sondra lifted her mouth and took Philip's balls into a tight squeeze. She wanted to show him how much she wanted him, to make him swat Cheryl aside and take her bat. She couldn't give him up.

But he was puffing away, being drawn away by Cheryl, and Sondra couldn't hold on without hurting him. His balls popped free of her mouth and Philip and Cheryl moved away from her, together.

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.