Tim Peterson: So naughty niece

With Sondra writhing freely before him, Philip swept his tongue back up to the flowing heat of her cunt. His wriggling tongue flirted up between her parted pussylips and burrowed into the tasty sponginess of her pussy.

"Mmm, nnn, mmmmm!" Philip moaned hungrily as he chewed at her aroused privates. "Sweet pussy – so fresh – tastes like hot honey! Love it! So fantastic!"

Sondra was thrilled to the core as be drew her swollen cuntflesh into his mouth and sucked on it. He stabbed his tongue in deep and scooped out her running juices, provoking her pussy to a boiling sort of erotic wrath.

"Good," Sondra said. "Real good. Ooh, it's such a turn-on when you do me like this."

It felt as if his mouth was simply fastened to her pussy. He fairly gobbled at her, expertly drawing out more of her fuckjuices, more sugary sensations, building her climax layer upon layer. She found herself wrapping her thighs around his head and lifting her feverish cunt to his mouth.

"Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mm!" Philip moaned over and over into her avidly responding pussy.

Sondra cried out with glee and bucked her cunt lewdly against his mouth. He was making her dizzy with need, making her think she'd never had her pussy sucked before.

"Don't stop," she said in a strained voice. "Let me come like this. Tongue me off and I'll let you do anything. Shit, I'll do anything. Please, don't stop!"

Sondra's uncle played her pussy the way some guys could play music. He was amazing. She felt sensations and emotions she hadn't felt before. Her need for relief was a burning ache inside her, more demanding and consuming than ever before.

Panting, gasping and whining, her lithe young body twisting and thrashing on the bed, she didn't hold anything back. Neither did Philip, who seemed to be seeking her climax as devotedly as she was. His generosity overwhelmed her.

Mashing her clit with his lips and teeth, Philip ran his tongue around and around in her cunt entrance and popped Sondra's pent-up climax wide open. It swept through her in searing waves, knocking her senseless for long, lost moments. His skilled mouth-work left her a quivering, quaking mass of human flesh, not knowing how much more she could take but wanting it all.

"Oooohhh, noooo!" she whimpered. "This can't be happening! It's too good to be true!"

"Flatterer," Philip murmured calmly. He licked up off of her cunt onto the haired mound, continued to work into the soft thatch with his broad tongue. Sondra found it pleasantly soothing and irresistible. She stretched out fully, her legs curling around his shoulders.

Presently Philip started to shift himself upwards on the bed, threading his way up between her legs while licking over her body.

"You're such a fine young filly," he murmured to her.

"Finer than Cheryl?" Sondra couldn't resist asking.

"In some ways," he said. He was trailing his tongue-tip in figure-eights around her tits and Sondra watched him. She ran her fingers through his hair.

"Well, I don't understand it," she said.

"Understand what?"

"How she could walk out on you. Or let you get away. Or do you save your sexy secrets for young things like me?"

He stopped amusing himself, and her, on her tits and lifted his head. "You may find this hard to believe, but there's more to making a marriage work than good fucking."

"Frankly, Phil, that sounds unlikely," he chuckled. "We just needed some time away from each other, that's all."

"Does that mean you plan to get back together?"

He grew more sober. "Hard to say just now. I might be willing to try, if she would."

"Even if you've got me?" Sondra asked, hoping it sounded light.

Philip showed amusement again. "That may be something to think about."

Sondra wrapped her arms around his neck. "Think later. Right now, let's do something."

"My sentiments exactly."

"Yes, baby, and you're nice and wet too. Sexy as hell."

Sondra gave a delighted squirm and placed her hands on his hips, reaching between her thighs. She pulled him down.

Philip groaned again and let himself rest where he was, soaking in the lush clasp of her teenaged pussy.

"Pretty good fit," Sondra said, her voice close to shaking with cock-lust. "I think this is gonna be extra good."

"I can't wait!"

Philip bent his strong arms and lowered to her, kissing her sweetly and fully on the mouth. "Complaining?"

"Not yet," she said.

Philip showed his enjoyment. "Impudent little bitch. We'll see how sassy you are after I've fucked the shit out of you."

"You talk a good game," she said, having fun all the way. "Let's see what you can do."

"You asked for it," Philip said. Then, lifting onto straight arms again and making a few other minor adjustments of his body, he drew carefully out of her snug, steamy cunt.

The scrape of his rigid cock inflamed Sondra's inner tissues as he retreated. Her pussy closed in before his retreating cockmeat, but she was left with a needy, hollowed-out feeling, an ache that would be there until he filled her up again.

Sondra wriggled against the confinements of her position, already seeking ways to move with him, to fuck with him, and add to their mutual pleasure. She found that she could hunch her ass a little and move up to meet his slow, penetrating slides of cock. But what really seemed to get to Philip was when she worked her ass from side to side and around in circles.

"Lively little ass," Philip said. "I like it. I like participation."

"I know you do, stud. I just wish I was smoother. Had more finesse, you know?"

"I'm not disappointed," he said reassuringly, continuing to fuck her pussy. "And you don't have to impress me. I'm already impressed."

Sondra reached up and clasped her hands behind Philip's neck. He came down again with another kiss, bending her almost double. She had never felt more dominated, or more at the mercy of a cock. At the same time, she had never been in better care, had never felt more intimately joined with a man and, oddest of all, she had never felt more liberated. It was as if, until now, she had only been playing at fucking.

Sondra closed her eyes and savored the thrills of fucking, the sure, swift prod of his prick jolting her cunt, the in and out grating of his cock, the grinding of his hot fuckpole inside her tight-fitting pussy. And the fingers of sensation reaching out from her cunt, clutching at her insides, taking hold of her with its spreading excitement.

"Uuuggghhh, oh God!" Sondra gasped. "Ohhh, this is getting to me!"

She spun her pert ass in a tight circle, whisking her crotch against his balls, her clit against the press of his cockhair.

"Me too, hot stuff," Philip said, and it showed. No longer was he lazing his rigid prickshaft in and out. He was pumping now, fucking his cockhead home into her pussy with every push of his manly ass.

"Uuunnhhh, uuunnhhh, unnhhh!" Sondra groaned for long moments.

She rocked her pelvis, meeting and pulling away from his continuous motions. For variety, she would twist her tingling ass in provocative circles, churning his cock within the fiery tightness of her fuck-tunnel.

"Wild, sweet thing…" he gasped. "Ohhhh, yeaaaahhhh, yeeaaahh, you're a good fuck! A real good fuck!"

Sondra beamed. "Pretty good yourself. Does it have to end?"

"Not yet."

"I want to keep fucking. I want to really enjoy this."

"Hang on to your hat. When we're done, you're gonna know you've been fucked."

Feeling playful again, Sondra took her hands from the back of his head and slid them between their bodies. "Wouldn't you prefer it if I held onto my tits?"

Smiling with guilty pleasure, Philip straightened his arms and gazed down as Sondra slid open fingers onto the pushed-up hills of her round tits. She palmed her pretty tits closer together and dug her fingers into the creamy smoothness of their skin.