Tim Peterson: So naughty niece

With Philip's finger up her ass and lewdly softening her inner resistance, she took her hands from her asscheeks and fished around on the bed for the Vaseline. She found it where he had dropped it.

Holding his cockhead in her mouth and whisking her tongue all over it, she took a two fingered portion of lube from the jaw and started to spread it on his cockshaft. First along the top, then underneath, then all over as she wrapped her hand around the extended cockshaft and jacked back and forth on it with twisting motions.

With seeming reluctance, she pulled her mouth from his pulsing hard-on and drew her greased hand up onto the cockhead. She spread lubrication up to the leaking pricktip.

On her own, she turned away. With Philip's plunging finger still in her whole, she shifted around to face away from him. She lifted her ass into the air, her knees at the edge of the mattress. Her face was down on the bedding, her hands reaching way up and gripping the sheets. "Will this do?"

"Perfect," he said.

Her asshole was vulnerable and waiting. Sondra was tingling through and through with want and expectation. She was poised for prick, braced for it.

"Oh God, it feels terrific!" she groaned. "As good as I dreamed it would! Oohhh, nnnnn, fuck me with that greased cock!"

He fucked in deep, and she shook her ass as he pulled out. They continued working together like that, finding a rhythm, riding with it, then shifting to something fresh. Through it all, Sondra yelped and yipped with sheer animal joy.

"I'm gonna come in you!" Philip gasped. "Gonna came in your ass!"

"Do it!" she cried. "God, do it! I'm with you! I'm right there!"

Her insides were choking for the sweet wash of his jizz, grabbing far the magic moment that would make it happen.

Sondra gasped, went stiff, then was swept into the middle of a roaring climax. Her cunt spasmed, her asshole clamped down hard, and the quick pounding sensations lifted through her with a terrible intensity. She was coming and coming, and didn't see how it could ever stop.

Into it all came the torrid gushes of Philip's spunk. His cock flexed and pumped and spewed his jism into her ass depths.

They fucked at one another until there was nothing left. Then they toppled forward and lay together on the bed, calming and regaining strength and awareness.

"Shit!" Philip gasped. "I've still got a date."

"Call her. Tell her to fuck off!"

"I should see her. Explain."

"Gonna tell her about me?"

"Not in so many words. I don't know what I'm gonna tell her."

"Should I be here when you get back?"

"That might be nice."

Philip had a quick shower, got dressed and left. Sondra took a long shower, put on one of his shirts and went down to the kitchen for something to eat.

She wandered through the house, not snooping as much as just seeing what it had to offer. Philip's den was of particular interest to her. Sitting in the chair behind his desk, she wondered if she wasn't in love with him. Whatever it was, it was a nice feeling.

She watched television for a while, glancing frequently at the clock. It was only getting around to nine, but Philip had been gone for hours. Finally she heard his key in the lock.

Sondra bounded up to her uncle, throwing her arms around him and draping herself from his shoulders. She greeted him further with a forceful kiss.

"How did it go?" she asked, feeling his hands slide down to grip the globes of her ass.

Philip sighed. "How shall I put it? It went – fruitfully."

"Sounds promising."

"I don't think we have much to worry about."

"Sounds even better," she said, holding herself close. "I called my folks. They're not expecting me until morning."

"Took a chance there, didn't you?"

"I had faith in you coming home alone."

"You'll be taking me for granted next."

"Wanna bet?"

He grinned. "Let's go upstairs. There's something I've been wanting to try."

"My kinda guy," Sondra said. She shifted around to his side and they walked up the stairs. For the first time, and somewhat unexpectedly, Sondra felt content. Obviously Philip and Cheryl had come to a parting of the ways. She could have him to herself. She had him to herself.

They entered the bedroom.

"Ever been tied up?" he asked her.

"No," she said, her eyes brightening at the prospect.

Philip looked at her, loosening his tie. In anticipation, Sondra removed her shirt and stood naked before him.

"Now I know why men wear ties," she said.

"Lie down on the bed."

Sondra stretched out on her back along one side of the wide bed. She lifted both arms over her head and, with Philip standing over her, she let them be tied to the headboard.

He didn't stop there. He went and got another tie and ran it from one of her ankles to the short leg at the foot of the bed. He stood then and slowly undressed.

Sondra squirmed with rising excitement. "What are you going to do?" she asked.

"Have my way with you," he said simply.

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Me you?"

"Of course."

He smiled down at her. There was something mysterious about it, she thought, but she couldn't figure out what. He was up to more than he was letting on.

Philip stepped out of his shorts and stood upright, naked. Looking her over, he started to fondle his cock.

She had never watched a man make himself hard before. It stirred something perverse inside Sondra, and she squirmed on the bed.

Her bonds came into play then, restraining her, and she got her first taste of what it was going to be like with them on, with Philip having his way with her. The teenager grinned.

Philip walked around to the other side of the bed, stroking his hardening cockmeat. He came onto the bed, then knelt before her.

Continuing to pump his prick with one hand, he touched the other one to the front of her body. He moved it lightly ova her tits, down to her thighs, back to her belly, then toward her cunt. He stroked lightly into her cuntbush, concentrating on her soft pussy mound.

Sondra began to want mow. She tried to bend her leg so she could shift toward him, but the restraining tie stopped her. She tried to tilt her pussy up and out to his lightly caressing hand, but he held back. She moaned. "Do you want something?" he asked. "You know I do."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to play with my pussy. Finger me, lick me, I don't care!"

"What about my cock? Don't you want to play with my cock?"

"Yes! Anything! I want it all!"

"Do you always get what you want?"

"Oh don't tease me," she cried softly. "Play with me! Let me play with you!"

"You didn't answer. Do you always get what you want?"

"Yes, now finger me!"

"How do you get what you want?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

She looked at that mysterious expression in his eyes and wasn't sure she liked it.

"What are you getting at?" she asked, writhing against her bonds.

"I've got a surprise for you," he said. "Another one?"

"Don't go away," he said, and pushed himself from the bed. She watched, both perplexed and mildly astonished, as he walked out of the room.

"What-what are you going to do?" Sondra asked, looking from her aunt to her uncle.

"We were afraid you wouldn't be as sorry as you could be," Cheryl said. "We're going to teach you a lesson."

"But I am sorry!" Sondra cried.

"Sorry for what you did, or sorry you got caught?" Philip asked.

Sondra paused, uncertain, and that pause gave her away. She was sorry she had gotten caught. That was all.

"We thought so," Philip said.

"What're you gonna do to me?"

"You'll see," Cheryl said. "But if you want a hint, we're gonna do to you what you did to us."

Sondra didn't know what Cheryl meant, and she wasn't sure she wanted to find out.