Tim Peterson: So naughty niece

"It feels so good when I touch them," she said. "But when you're watching like you are now, it's a whole new thrill. Amazing."

Philip kept on fucking, a bit slower. "I'd like to play with them myself when I'm not too busy."

Unable to contain her delight, Sondra rolled her tits on her chest, squeezing and kneading the packed fullness of each tit to hers and Philip's mutual pleasure. It was another first for her, playing with her tits in front of a guy. She felt she could do anything with him.

The surges of Philip's hips gained intensity, no doubt from the provocation of Sondra groping her good-sized tits. He seemed like a tireless fucker, clearly loving the stroke, stroke, stroking of it, the clasps of her aroused cunt and her squeals of delight. She could certainly understand it, rejoicing in the torrid fun as she liked to do herself.

His cock was doing a steady dance inside her cunt and Sondra caught onto it as best she could. Smoothly, they pumped their fuck organs together, helping one another's climax. Sondra got over most of her feelings of inadequacy as she witnessed Philip begin to huff and puff with passion.

"Unnnhhh, it's coming!" Sondra whined heatedly. "Oh God, I'm gonna come again!"

"I'm with you," Philip breathed. "I'm with you!"

He busily fucked in and out of her fiery fuckhole. The two of them were on fire.

"Oohhhh, ohhhh, ooowwww, God, fuck me!"

Sondra whimpered with terrible need. Her head was whipping from side to side, her body twisting spasmodically.

Philip's head rolled back, his eyes closed and his mouth open. His hips jack-hammered Sondra's melting cunt with his chisel-hard cockshaft.

Sondra felt explosions of sensations go off in her clit. Her cunt fluttered and her thighs shook. Her toes curled. A chain of explosions went off in succession, reaching deeper into her cunt and finally setting off a big one, and another inside of that, and another.

She was coming hard, and somehow, through the searing blasts of relief, she became aware of Philip coming with her. His stroking cock was bucking and bolting, cementing her pulsing core with gobs of thick spunk. He was pouring it into her, coming like crazy and crazy for more.

The mad, out-of-control nature of their fucking passed out of their bodies and they calmed. Philip worked his softening prick in and out of her shivering cunt as if to prime their senses back into functioning.

Drenched with tingling pleasure, Sondra felt weak and spent. She felt so fucked-out it almost hurt, but she groaned with disappointment that it was over.

Philip brushed her heels from his shoulders and let her legs unfold. She wrapped them instinctively around his body and held him inside her tight grasp. She hugged him with her arms and welcomed a soulful kiss onto her mouth.

She sighed deeply. "Now that was fucking!"

"I'll say. I haven't gone like that in years."

"Can we do it again? We've gotta do it again!"

"Something tells me you mean in the next five minutes."

"Well, sometime. Soon."

"You gotta be careful with us older men. You could burn us out in no time."

"I don't think I have to worry too much about that," she said, not taker in by his teasing. "But I'll give you a chance to rest up if you want."

"Thanks."

"Will you be home tomorrow?"

"I suppose, but ease up a minute. I told you I can't make any promises. I still have a wife, you know, despite appearances, and if she decides she wants to start over…"

"You'll take her back."

"And leave you behind. I don't want you getting stuck on me. I don't want you to get hurt, and I sure don't want to be the one to hurt you."

"Have you talked to her lately?" Sondra asked.

"No."

"SO you don't know what she's feeling."

"Not right now, no."

"Call her up. Ask her. Find out." He looked reluctant. "It's too soon."

"Is that the real reason."

"What else?"

"Maybe you're afraid she'll tell you to get lost."

Sondra drew a breath.

"Why don't I go have a talk with her?" she asked.

"You?"

"I could see how she is – feel her out. See where she really stands right now. How 'bout it?"

"You'd spy for me?" Philip asked her.

"Sure," Sondra replied. "Maybe I'll hear something I'll like."

Philip drew a breath and let it out, looking contemplative. "Well, if you want to visit your aunt, I don't see how I can stop you." Sondra squirmed under her uncle's body. "Now we're getting somewhere," she said.

"It's sweet of you to come and see me, Sondra," Cheryl said. "So nice to spend time with someone who isn't just feeling sorry for me."

"I figured you'd have had it with the sympathy bit," Sondra said.

The two women were sitting an the balcony of Cheryl's apartment – borrowed from a friend who would be out of town for the next couple of months. It was only a couple of days after Sondra's hot fuck with Philip.

"You got that right," Cheryl said. She was the younger sister of Sondra's mother, only recently having turned thirty. She was brown haired, stylish and very pretty, as all the women in the family were. She had an even better body than Sondra, though. Chestier, and noticeably so.

"I wasn't sure you didn't want to be alone though," Sondra said.

"I don't. I'm glad you're here."

Sondra gave a wide smile and wriggled in her chair. "Maybe we can make a habit of it."

"Maybe."

"Should be good for you. I do know how to have fun, you know."

"And I don't?"

"Well, gee, you've been married for ages. I was afraid you'd forgotten how."

Cheryl laughed softly. "You're cute, you are."

"Been getting any?"

"Any what?"

"Fun, of course. Action. Cock."

Cheryl had come of age during a liberated time. She wasn't shocked by the girl's language.

"Been looking?"

"Not really."

"Boy, Cheryl, you need my help after all. Don't you see? This is your chance to get out and kick up your heels. Take advantage."

"Easy for you to say," Cheryl said. "What's the matter? Still stuck on Uncle Philip?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm just not used to him not being around. To the old rules not applying anymore."

Their chairs were close together. Sondra reached over and closed a sympathetic hand on Cheryl's where it rested on the arm of her chair. Cheryl looked at her niece and smiled.

Sondra held the gaze for a long moment. She leaned closer to her aunt. "Wanna mess around?"

Cheryl gasped, more in surprise than shock. The smiling expression didn't leave her face.

"I told you I know how to have fun," Sondra said.

"More than I realized."

"Ever gone down on a girl?" Sondra asked. "It's wild. Ever had it done to you?"

"I thought you liked boys."

"I do. But when there aren't any around – we could go look for some if you don't want to stay here."

"I don't plan on going anywhere."

"Then we'll stay here, the two of us."

"That's not exactly what I meant either."

"You must have thought about girls – I think we all do at one time or another. What about you and my mom? Did you ever play with each other when you were younger?"

"Never mind."

"You did," Sondra said with delight. "I love it. Oh, let's do it. Let's play with our cunts. It'll be just like old times for you."

Cheryl shook her head with a kind of disbelief. "You're just like your mother, you little-bitch!"

Sondra grinned. "Come here."

"What for?"

"You know what for, bitch." An almost invisible tremor went though Cheryl. Sondra recognized it as surrender. She knew because she had felt it herself a few times, when she'd been taken by older, wiser girls.

There was a pause, then Cheryl said, "Could we – could we go inside before we start anything, at least?"