Tim Peterson: So naughty niece

"I'm saving the fun part for you," she said.

"You do know your way around," he said, stepping out of his pants. His cock was a thick coil in his briefs, until he whipped them down and it bobbed outward, straightening and straining toward her. Her eyes did not miss his prick, or the rest of his lean shape.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned. "I don't think I'll have any problems with you, stud!"

"Likewise, beautiful," he said, and she tingled with delight.

It was going so well. Like a dream. Philip took hold of her near ankle and lifted her lower leg, sliding his ass in under it. He draped her muscled thigh over his lap and leaned over her, one elbow digging in her rib cage.

His expression seemed to turn serious as he gazed down at her coned-up tits, her very pretty face, then her tits again. "Are you sure it's what you want, Sondra?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I don't know what I'm doing. All of a sudden I've gone crazy, lost my mind."

"I like it."

"What I'm saying is, I need someone. Now. I-I can't make any promises."

She touched a loving hand to his soft-haired head. "Take me!"

His attention returned to the twin, sculptured swells of her tits. First he brushed a light, nimble hand over and around them. Gently he squeezed into her pliant flesh, enclosing her tits with caresses she had never experienced before. Sondra watched intently as Philip lowered his mouth to her tits. His broad tongue came out and started to lick at the incredible smoothness of her flesh with a gentleness that surprised and thrilled her. His skills had been honed to a fine edge, and Sondra knew she was in for something fantastic.

Her pulse pounded through her body. The heat of her rushing system rose like a fever. She wanted more, and more. She wanted cock. She wanted to fuck. Wanted to do it all. Sondra grinned from ear to ear with carnal delight and squirmed restlessly on the bed.

He was kissing her tits now. Her nipples lifted up and out, seeking attention. He gave it to them, first with more kisses and then with soft, short sucks that sent flickering sparks to her pussy and on into her clit.

Her knees lifted into the air to either side of his shoulders. They wanted to pull farther back in complete surrender. Her pussy yearned to give way to his prick. Or his fingers. Or his tongue.

Philip lifted his head from her stiffened nipples and played his open, free hand over the front of her writhing body. He showed an understanding smile.

"You're so sexy," she said breathily. "You're not gonna tease me to death, are you?"

"Got a better idea?"

"Take my panties off and let's see what you can come up with."

Philip pushed himself away from her and sat upright. Sondra's knees went back toward her shoulders, and she lifted her feet into the air, letting them come closer together.

Her uncle hooked a finger on each side of her panties and pulled. The garment slid from her ass and were swept up and off her long, exquisitely shaped legs.

Dropping her panties, Philip slid open hands down Sondra's raised legs. As he reached her knees, she drew them back over her body. His hands traveled her thighs to her ass and cupped the perfect ass cheeks.

With her uncle kneading her asscheeks, Sondra let her legs spread and her feet return to the bedding. Thighs spread wide, her privates were on unabashed display for him. By then, she couldn't have played it coy for a million dollars.

"Oh wow, are you getting me hot!" she cried. "I don't have an ounce of shame left! I hope I don't shock you too badly!"

"Not even close," he assured. "This is just the way I like it."

"Wide-open and wicked, huh? I'll remember that."

Philip pulled his hands from her ass. He held one to the outside of her thigh as he used the other on her cunt. At first he combed his fingers into the pert thatch of her cunthair, massaging the soft mound it grew out of.

Shortly, his fingers slid from her cunt mound. The tip of his middle finger traced down the line of her fuck-slit, brushing over the edges of her inner cuntlips. They were visible between the fatter and lightly haired outer folds, and they were shiny with feminine lotions as well.

Sondra rolled her hips. With her face daintily flushed, she waited eagerly for what he was sure to do next.

Seemingly incapable of disappointing her, Philip twisted his hand palm-up and started digging his fingertip into the lower section of her cunt. He probed deeper into the soft-lipped, firm-tunneled slickness of her aroused cunt. He sank his finger in all the way and twirled it against her streaming pussy lining.

"Ohhhhh! I love it!" Sondra cried excitedly.

"I think you've found something I like!"

"Fine young pussy," Philip said, appearing slightly but genuinely amazed. "I'd forgotten how sweet it could feel."

Sondra continued moving her hips against the motion of his revolving finger, thrilling to the constant grinding sensations within her percolating pussy. "I've never come on a guys finger before. I'll bet you could make it happen for me."

"Is that what you want?"

"I want to do it all!"

"Okay, sweet-stuff, let's see if I can. As it happens, I used to be pretty good at this."

Philip fucked his twirling finger into her increasingly fiery cunt. Then he was holding it inside her, grinding and scraping as he worked his raised thumb-tip on her thrilled clit.

"Damn!" Sondra gasped. "This is really getting to me! Oh wow, I can't believe it!"

Squirming on the bed, she brought both hands to her achy tits and groped lewdly at them. The rich excitement of that fired her want, kicking her hips into more feverish motion. She hunched her pussy at his finger with quick, firm strokes, at the same time ramming her little clit against the pad of his thumb.

"Uhhhh, ooohhhh, uuunnhhh, you make me so bad!" she whimpered. "God, look at what a slut you're turning me into!"

Philip jiggled his hand with maddening quickness, and Sondra rocked into her climax. The surge of happiness lifted through her somewhat unexpectedly, momentarily knocking the wind out of her. With torrents of release washing her system, she thrashed about on the bed, fighting for air and some thread of sanity to hold onto.

Philip fucked her with two fingers as she calmed, working, out the last spasms of her climax. She went limp before him, spent and satisfied – temporarily. Sondra just smiled at him.

"I'm gonna give you a real treat now," he said.

"Okay, but I'm not sure I deserve it."

"Sure you do," he said. "You're here, aren't you?"

It pleased Sondra no end to hear him say it, to know that she was good for him and that he appreciated her. There were still no guarantees, she knew, but they had gotten pretty far.

The tingling young blonde watched in fascination and pleasure as Philip stretched out belly down on the bed and bowed his head to her spread cunt. He inhaled her sweet scent and tasted her spilled pussyjuice, then gave herself over to pleasing her cunt.

He licked wetness from her outer pussy, the licked into the folds of flesh. He worked from just above her asshole up to the top of her fuckslit, going over her three or four times. Every time he closed in on her clit, she grew hotter.

It was hard for her to believe that she could be getting excited again so soon after coming like she had.

"Ooohhh," Sondra said as Philip's tongue continued to scrape her sensitive cunt. "You're so good to me."

"Mmmmm!" he moaned in response. Sondra's insides quaked and her thighs shivered as Philip washed his tongue down over her pussy again. He dug between the incredible smoothness of her asscheeks with his tongue.

Effortlessly he found the puckered pink knot of her asshole and ground the tip of his tongue against it. Sondra had never experienced such a perverse pleasure, and the jolts of excitement from it took her breath away. She giggled out loud in sheer delight.