Tim Peterson: So naughty niece

"Sorry this didn't happen sooner? I am!"

"A little. But I'm sure we can make up for any lost time."

"Mmmmmm, I like that idea!" Sondra moaned, and a warmer glint came into her eyes. "Gonna fuck me now?"

"Uh-huh."

"I feel so good just lying here naked under you that I almost feel guilty asking for it."

"This is my treat, and you've got it coming!"

"If you insist," Sondra said, barely containing her delight and anticipation.

Balancing on her toes and fingers, Cheryl began to move her pussy back and forth on Sondra's upturned cunt. Her motions were short and easy. The sensuous, grinding contact put fire into their almost-touching clits and sent shimmering excitement up their fuck-tunnel.

Sondra basked in the excitement of being languidly pussy-fucked for a time, then felt compelled to return some of the rich fun. She raised her trembling hands to the curved-out cones of her aunt's tits and softly milked at them.

Cheryl shuddered with wanton pleasure and wagged her sexy ass against Sondra's. Her pussy moved and ground into the swollen softness of the girl's heated cunt. The tips of their clits actually touched, and fiery sensations sparked off in all directions.

"Damn!" Sondra gasped. "This is good, and it's gonna happen for me fast!"

"Me too," Cheryl said in a throaty voice. Her head was rolling on her slender neck. She wiggled her ass again with erotic intent and pushed her tits at Sondra's groping hands.

Sondra was moving her hips in circles, grating her pussy against Cheryl's with an ever increasing urgency. Their cunts were slick and moved against each other with ease. Their fucking was down and dirty.

Sondra had to fight for every breath of air. Fucking and tit-squeezing took more and more of her energy. Above her, Cheryl's beautiful face contorted with bawdy expressions of "Malone".

"Come baby!" Sondra moaned in a fragile voice. "Come with me! Come all over my throbbing pussy!"

"Uuunnnhhh, uuunnnhhh, ooohhh, yeaaahhh!" Cheryl exclaimed.

They fucked at one another with a raw intensity, and then they could feel one another getting off. Elation filled them as the hard, quick pangs of climax were broken loose and, heads thrown back, their wild cries mixed together and filled the room with their orgasmic joy.

On Wednesday, Sondra waited until Philip had time to get home from work before she tried to call him. He answered on the second ring.

"Can I come over?" she asked. "I have something to tell you."

"What?"

"It's about Cheryl."

He then said okay.

He was working on a drink when she got there. Perhaps he had anticipated that he might need it. They sat together on the couch.

"I went to see Cheryl the other day," Sondra said.

"And?"

"Well, all I can say is she seems pretty well adjusted to the way things are. I wanted to get together with her again, just to make sure, but when I called her this afternoon, she said she was going out tonight."

Without looking at Sondra, Philip sipped his drink. He held a portion in his mouth for a moment, then swallowed. "Alone?"

"She didn't say. Or wouldn't. I'm sorry, Phil, I know you had hopes…"

"Yes," he said. "I did."

"On the other hand," she said, leaning closer to him, "you've still got me."

He looked at her somewhat undecidedly.

"You're not gonna play, hard to get, are you?" she asked teasingly.

"God knows I should."

"Let me take care of you. I can do it, you know. Make you feel real good. Like new."

"There are other things to consider."

"Not from where I sit," Sondra said easily. "It wouldn't exactly be a first time for time, remember?"

Sondra eased up to the edge of the seat. In her next motion, she lowered onto her knees on the floor. She drew his knees wider apart and moved between them. Not once did her impudent, challenging, daring, enticing stare leave Philip's face.

"Let me take care of you," she said in a whisper. "I want to." With both hands, she reached for the top of his fly. "Watch me take care of you."

She lowered her ass back toward her heels, crouching between his thighs. Her face just above his crotch, her eyes lowering to it, she opened his pants and reached into his shorts. Her motions were slow, seductive, treating him gingerly, like a stallion that might bolt.

She found his cock wit one hand and drew the rubbery tube out into the open. Smiling, she gave it a squeeze of hello, then gripped it and lifted, giving it a preliminary stretch.

"Watch me take care of you," she said again, in a murmuring tone this time. "You, your cock – your gorgeous cock!"

Sondra leaned forward and parted her lips. Holding his prick in her hand, she rubbed the tip around in the velvet oval of her lips. It was a slow tease, tantalizing, and his cockmeat began to swell in response.

Sondra smiled again, enjoying herself and feeling a fresh twinge of triumph. She had won her uncle over once again, and no doubt this would be the last time she would have to.

She slid her tongue out and held it against the underside of his expanding cockhead. She wiped from side to side a few times, then looked at his face.

"Feel like fighting it?" she asked knowingly. "It's a bit late for that," he said, and finished off his drink.

"The only thing to do now is enjoy it, right?"

"Looks that way."

"And you're going to enjoy it, I promise." As if to demonstrate, she pulled the opening of his briefs down to expose his balls, then pulled them out into the open. Her other hand jacking at his prick, she dipped her tongue out onto his balls and started to softly wash over the cum-filled nuggets.

Philip squirmed, sliding his ass forward a little, spreading his knees wider and tilting his balls up and out. He set his empty glass aside and started to idly touch at her hair and pretty face.

After passing the end of her tongue all over his balls at least twice, Sondra tilted her head and faced his cock from close in. She opened her hand and ran her tongue up the smooth underside of his thickening, lengthening cockshaft.

If her attempts to please him appeared especially heartfelt, it was because she was trying to console him at the same time. He had just lost his wife – perhaps not permanently, but he didn't know that then. Sondra wanted him to feel better, to see that, like she had said, he still had her, and that she was nothing to sneeze at.

Sondra continued passing her tongue up the length of his rising prick. For variety, she used a fluttering caress as she lifted her mouth to his cocktip. Her eyes watched his every surge of growth.

"I'm really whipping you into shape, aren't I?" she asked between licks.

"Fixing me right up," he said, and she noticed how his attitude had brightened. His cock was coming along and the rest of him was following close behind.

Sondra couldn't help but feel a surge of pride, and of power. It wasn't everyone who could do what she could do, let alone do it as effectively. She began to wonder if there was anything she couldn't do, or anyone she couldn't fuck.

The rubbery texture of his cock was being replaced by a definite rigidity. Running her lips and stabbing tongue up to the tip, Sondra spotted a drop of clear, anticipatory cum on his pisshole. Instantly she leaned his cock forward and licked the tantalizing taste into her mouth. His cockshaft offered resistance to her pulling hand as she showed her delight.

"Good cock," she moaned. "Really fine prick you have here, Uncle Phil! Too bad you've been hiding it from me."

"Wicked little twitch," he said, gazing down at her with a fondness that made her quiver.

"I wanna make you feel real good," she said.

"You're doing it."

"I wanna make you come in my mouth."

"Are you sure?"