Tim Peterson: So naughty niece

"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.

Sondra was sure that her aunt's invitation had been sincere. Somewhere along the line, it had come to Sondra that Cheryl still cared for her or could care again, if Sondra proved worthy.

Still, it took some exertion for Sondra to walk up to Cheryl's door and ring the bell. It took further effort to keep from running before the call was answered. Then Cheryl was standing before her, and the only thing to do was go ahead. Go for broke.

"The other night. I'm still not clear on it, but were you trying to show me how I'd made you feel by trying to steal Philip? I mean, were you trying to make me feel the loss you would have felt?"

"Not just me. Philip too."

"By cutting you off from each other, permanently, I would have made you feel as frustrated and hurt and angry and lonely as you made me feel that night?"

"Well Cheryl," Sondra said, "I guess you did teach me a lesson. I did some bad things."

"Yes, you did."

"I know."

"Can we – can we be friends again?"

"Yes. I think we can." Brightening, Sondra turned to her aunt.

"Really?"

"Sure. Why not? You seem to have grown a little, and we're, even."

"I'm so glad," Sondra said. "For a while there I was afraid I wasn't gonna have anybody!"

"Poor kid. You're really having it rough, aren't you?"

"Seems that way."

"C'mere. I'll give you a hug."

Eagerly, Sondra slid her ass in alongside her aunt and let a comforting arm encircle her shoulders. It was good not to be alone anymore, to be forgiven and to have earned it. Sondra rested against Cheryl's body in the warm embrace.