This story is set in England, so the words used are English not American. All characters are over 18. This Chapter follows on from Wendy 02.
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It felt very strange watching them and feeling them pushing against me, but also very exciting too, so that when my Aunty let out a long cry that she was cumming, I felt a little explosion between my legs too and joined in their panting.
Uncle was now shouting 'Yes, Yes,' as he continued to ram into her from behind, and Aunty was just gasping, pulling some funny faces as she cried out in pleasure.
I just felt pleased to be able to help her get really nicely pleasured by my stroking of her nipple, but know it was what Uncle Andy was doing that was making the real difference.
Suddenly he let out a huge cry, and began to move much faster in and out of his wife's body. I knew he was shooting his cum into her, so watched the both of them as they enjoyed the moment, squeezing my Aunt's nipple as hard as I could.
They did look a happy couple, my Aunt still dressed in her twinset and panties, and my Uncle naked behind her, pushing in an out as the two of them enjoyed Uncle Andy's present.
It had been so nice of them to welcome me so lovingly, that I felt quite at home in my new University home...
After dinner we all went to bed early that night, and I think I must have fallen asleep before my head touched the pillow. There were so many things to think about - so many sensations to remind myself of - and so much a feeling of total pleasure with my kind Aunt and Uncle. Of course I'd phoned my mother to let her know all was well, and then she'd had a chat with them both too, so it was with a wonderful feeling of peace and happiness that I slept that night.
The next morning I awoke to the smell of bacon frying, and my nostrils twitched with anticipation. Was this breakfast cooking downstairs? I got out of bed and slipped off my nightie, feeling somehow exposed but almost relishing the thought. I stretched then got up for a shower.
As I dried myself afterwards I wondered just what I should wear. It was Sunday so I'd be staying in, but did that mean I should be naked like my Aunt and Uncle? Or should I dress normally to hide myself from their stares?
Then I remembered that Auntie had said something about wearing a cardie to keep warm, so I decided to wear a long grey cardie that I'd brought with me, as it reached down to my hips. 'That should keep me hidden,' I thought to myself, 'while obeying their rules too.'
It did feel a bit funny to be slipping the cardie on without any bra or panties, but the soft wool felt nice and warm against my skin. I snuggled myself, and pulled the cardie closed, buttoning up the top three buttons to hide my breasts from their view. I checked in the mirror and was a bit horrified to realise how short the cardie was - you could actually see my private hairs peeking out below the welt. But it was that or nothing, so I felt it would have to do. Then, having brushed my hair, I went downstairs.
The kitchen was at the back of the house, so I walked through the hallway to the door, smiling as the bacon smell got stronger and my taste buds reminded me I was hungry. As I opened the door I saw Uncle Andy sitting at the table, reading the paper, while Aunt Maude was at the far side with her back towards me, frying the bacon. Uncle was - of course - naked but I could only see his chest with the paper and table in front of him. Auntie was wearing a cardigan too - so I had made the right choice! - but hers was a short white chunky cable knit cardie which came just below her waist, showing off her rounded naked bottom as she tended the cooker.
"Ah hello Wendy!" smiled Uncle Andy, putting the paper down. "Did you sleep well?"
"Hello both!" I smiled back, seeing how Auntie had turned to see me, smiling as I spoke.
"You look lovely in that cardie!" beamed Auntie, "Now just come and give me a morning kiss please my love!"
So I went across the kitchen towards her, while she wiped her hand on a towel, turning to face me. I was surprised to see her cardie was completely unbuttoned, hanging open with her large breasts gently wobbling as she moved.
As we met she pulled me to her in a big hug, and kissed me firmly on the lips. I felt a tingle inside, and somehow my mouth opened as her tongue slipped in to greet mine. She seemed to flick around inside me as her hands stroked around my waist. It was lovely but made me get a little squidgy at the same time.
As she pulled back, she smiled again. "We always have a morning kiss, don't we Andy? So now you should give your Uncle one too."
So I went over to Uncle Andy who stood up to greet me, obviously showing off his naked body with his knob hanging down, looking quite long and fat I thought.
"Good morning to my favourite niece!" he smiled, drawing me too him as Auntie had done, except this time I could feel his knob brushing against my thigh. I smiled as he brought his head towards me, and kissed me on the lips. I knew what I should do, so opened my mouth to let him put his tongue into mine, noticing a push against my thigh as he did so. I felt a bit naughty too, as Auntie was standing so close and watching us both.
As he separated, his hands slipped down the sides of my cardie to my naked hips.
"Well you do look nice in that cardie, Wendy," he said, stepping back, "And I'm really glad that you are fitting in with our rules, but really a cardigan should be worn unbuttoned, like Auntie Maude's, so that the air can get to your breasts. Would you like to unbutton it now, or should Auntie do it for you?"
"Oh - it's OK Uncle," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed, both by his words and by his knob which was now pointing outwards towards me. "I'll undo them myself - I didn't quite realise what your rules meant."
Very self consciously, I undid the buttons, then just let my cardie hang open. It still covered my breasts, but I felt I'd done what he asked.
"How's that?" I asked.
"Well that's lovely," smiled Aunt Maude, "but I think you need to pull the cardie open so we can see your dear breasts. After all, you've been looking at my tits, haven't you? Do you like seeing them all loose and liberated in the kitchen?" "Why Aunt, your breasts - or should I call them tits? - look lovely. I'm afraid mine are just so small in comparison." I replied, and obeying her words I opened my cardie, feeling their gazing at my breasts as I did so.
"Why yours are quite gorgeous, pet," soothed Auntie, "and titties or breasts doesn't matter, it's whatever words you want. I love your wispy hairy mound too - doesn't she look a picture, Andy?"
"Well she's certainly a welcome sight in the morning, and that's for sure!" smiled Uncle Andy, and he reached down to his knob, somehow pulling it so it stuck out even more.
"Ah yes of course!" said Aunt Maude, looking at her husband's erection. "He's been waiting for his morning tossing till you got down, Wendy. I did offer him his usual in bed this morning, but he said he'd rather wait for you! You are a lucky girl, aren't you? So tell me how you like your eggs cooking and I'll do them while you give Uncle Andy a quick toss."
I couldn't quite think how or what to say, so eventually managed: "Just fried will be fine for me, Auntie. And only one egg, thank you, not two."
Auntie turned away to get back to the cooker, while Uncle Andy just stood still, hands on hips, with his cock pushing out towards me.
"Do you want to sit down, Uncle, or stay standing up?" I asked, not knowing quite what he wanted.
"Oh I think standing up will be fine for my morning quickie," he smiled. "I'll just keep my hands on my hips while you toss me. I'm sure Auntie will be wanting to keep an eye on us too!"
So knowing what I had to do, I moved closer to Uncle, and reached out to wrap my fingers around his stiff cock.
It felt so warm, and so hard inside, just like last time. Uncle let out a gasp when my fingers first gripped him, but his smile meant that I was doing him right. So I cupped my other hand under his balls - which felt so funny being baggy and hairy, yet with interesting lumps inside. He seemed to like my fingers stroking him, so I moved my hand faster up and down his knob, enjoying watching his face as he got excited by it.
It felt as if I was in control of him in some way, just by stroking his penis and balls. It was as if he would do anything for me right now. I pulled my hand up and down his cock more quickly.
"Do you like this, Uncle, " I asked. "Am I doing it right?"
"Oh yes, Wendy, you are doing very well indeed. I just love what you are doing with your fingers."
He put his hands behind his head, somehow showing off even more as I worked his knob up and down, stroking his thighs and squeezing his balls.
"Isn't she a good girl, Maude?" he panted, "I think she'll have me done before the eggs!"
Auntie looked round to watch me tossing off her husband, and smiled. "Well the eggs will be a couple of minutes yet, so I hope you can cum before then as you wouldn't want your eggs hard, now would you?"
Then she added, looking at me, "I should just hold your cardy under his cock, so you can catch his cum in it. It might stretch it a bit, but that's easier to wash then cleaning it up off the carpet. And we can talk about other ways of catching his cum later after breakfast!"
So I did as Auntie suggested, loosing my hand from under his balls to pull a corner of my cardy out and under his knob (or cock, as Auntie now called it - she did seem to give it so many names!).
Now I had two hands on his cock, and he was panting quite hard, with little tears showing a the end of his knob, which I wiped carefully with my cardie. Last time his cum had shot up into the air, so I didn't quite know where it would go this time - but I'd be finding out quite soon.
"Oh Wendy!" he panted, "You are getting me so worked up. Just do it now, girl, take me faster and harder and I'll spunk up all over your cardie!"
His words encouraged me, so I gripped his cock hard, and began squeezing tightly up and down, up and down, until I heard a big cry and at the same time saw a huge spurt of his cream shoot out from his knob, and land half way up may cardie!
As I kept on pumping so more splashes came out, making creamy blobs all down the side of my cardie. I was pleased to catch them all, and smiled as he looked straight into my eyes.
"Oh God!" he panted, "You are just so fantastic at tossing me off, Wendy. I can't believe you've not done it lots before!"
His cock was still quite hard, so I kept on pumping more slowly as the last dribble came out onto the soft wool of my cardie. It would definitely need a wash now!
"No, Uncle," I said, almost hurt by his suggestion. "I've only ever done this twice - you on the sofa yesterday, and now here in the kitchen!"
"I'm sorry," he replied, "I didn't mean to say your were a loose woman, it's just that you're very good at masturbating me. Auntie is good too, of course, but she's had years of practice."
