Tim Peterson - So naughty niece

"I've wanted it for years. I've wanted your cock so bad – your juice, everything! I'm gonna do it now! I'm gonna suck you off!"

She shifted her ass up off her heels, digging both elbows into the seat of the couch to either side of his hips. His cock stood upright on its own, and Sondra was staring straight down at the thick, manly prick.

Sondra opened her mouth to engulf the rigid cock-rod. She lowered slowly, deliberately, onto the flared, purple prickknob, tantalizing Philip with the spectacle of her taking in his prick.

Closing her lips around the top of the cock, just below the ridge, she sucked down with one inch lurches. It was the first time she was sucking her uncle's cock, and she wanted to savor every moment, as well as give him something to remember.

Bit by bit she took Philip's cockmeat into her mouth and then, with one more lurch, into her throat. She squeezed the cockhead into the opening and moved her head from side to side to grind the sensitive cock in the tight confines.

"Gawhhhhh!" Philip groaned chokingly. "I can't believe what you're doing to me!"

"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned in reply, making her mouth rise on his pounding hard-on, but clinging to it with a penetrating want.

Philip's legs trembled on either side of her as she effortlessly mouthed his hard cock. Even her angelic face, it was not hard to see that she was girl gone slutty in her desire for cock action.

"You're amazing," Philip said to her, his hands going to rest on her shoulders. "Fantastic cocksucking! How old did you say you were?"

Sondra couldn't help stalling, her lips pulling away from Philip's cockshaft. Her throat gurgling with laughing sounds, she scraped her teeth up on the top side of his horny prick. She felt it swell with lust in response.

Sondra continued deep-throating her uncle's cock with a smooth-flowing rhythm. After playing with herself, sucking cock was the first sexual activity she had learned. And for over a year, sucking was all she did. She had learned a lot.

She swept her mouth up his cock once more and pulled free of it with a juicy smacking sound. His prick swung back toward his belly, then rolled around upright in the air. It was red all over, glassy with saliva and pulsing and puffing with excitement. Sondra got a little dizzy just looking at it.

"Good cock!" she gasped. "Real good cock!"

Wanting it all the more, she moved her mouth back onto the erect cock and sucked down. She inhaled prick and pulled herself back to inhale it all over again.

She caught the signs of her sucking getting to him. His legs couldn't seem to keep still. His upper body was squirming. His hands were trembling.

"My hero," she said, pushing herself to her feet.

He stood too, catching her hand and leading her to the stairs. It figured he would want to go upstairs, she thought. Not that she minded. He had a reputation to worry about, and she had a secret to protect.

They passed the door to the guest bedroom this time. He led her straight to the master bedroom.

Philip started to undress, but Sondra took a moment. She was looking around the room, and at the bed. It was hers now. Not Cheryl's. It took a little getting used to, but already she liked it.

Starting to get out of her clothes, she looked at Philip. Without any self-consciousness, as naturally as if they were lovers, he whisked his shorts down and stepped out of them. Naked, he came toward her.

Looking at him, being with him, Sondra saw how comfortable he felt with her, and she felt just as comfortable with him. Especially when naked. And she thought this might be what it was like to be married. So open, so natural, so mature.

Sondra stepped out of her panties and stood up and then Philip was close in front of her. His hands slid around to her ass and drew her body up against his. She threw her slender arms around his neck and pulled herself closer, her tits swelling out on his chest, her tummy flat on his.

His arms went around her, and she couldn't get over how she seemed to belong in his embrace.

They kissed, and Sondra drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it. He pulled her even closer. Then she gave him her tongue and felt his eager response.

They lay down together on the bed, kissing continually. Philip rolled onto his back, sweeping Sondra up on top. She draped herself over his body and legs like a blanket, then sucked wantonly at his tongue.

It must have stirred something in him, because the next thing she knew he was rolling over again, putting her underneath. He caught her tongue in a hot kiss and pressed his weight down on her to hold her still. Being held still with so many feelings and urges running through her system left Sondra momentarily breathless.

Philip shifted off to one side, but stayed close, holding his body against her while propped up on an elbow.

"Having a nice time?" he asked.

"Very!"

He drew his hand up from her hip and let it wander over the front of her body, exploring and getting acquainted.

"I can't believe how grown-up you are!" he murmured. "It seems like only yesterday you were a gangly kid who wouldn't know a cock if it was taken out and shook at her!"

"Don't be too sure," Sondra said, and saw him chuckle. "I hope I'm not making you feel too old."

"I should feel old. But I feel young. I haven't felt this horny in ten years."

Pleased, Sondra wriggled closer and reached for his cock. She flexed her fingers on the swelling, rubbery prick.

"Keep that up and you're gonna make a mess," Philip said to her.

"I'll clean it up."

"That's sweet, but I've already got a cleaning lady."

"What don't you have?"

"A wife, apparently."

"Forget her. I keep telling you, you've got me."

"And you're a peach. But it takes a while for seven years of marriage to wear off. Even if it did get rocky at times."

Sondra came up onto her elbow. She curved her hips in against Philip's and tucked his cock between her thighs, against the heat and softness of her cunt. She trailed her hand lightly up his side and over his shoulder, to the back of his neck. She combed her fingertips gently into his hair.

"Forget that bitch," she said. "Kiss me! Suck my tits! Fuck me!"

As she spoke, she inched closer, her voice becoming more hushed and more insistent. She squeezed his cock with her thighs. She pushed the burning points of her tits into his chest. She swept her provocative tongue over his lips.

"I'm yours!" she whispered. "Take me!"

And then his arm was around her waist and he was holding her close, kissing her hard and taking her.

Philip and Sondra saw each other as often as they could. Usually they were confined to one odd night during the week and at least once on the weekend. There were exceptions.

One day, Philip arranged a motel rendezvous near where he worked. It was on his lunch hour, so things were kind of rushed at the start. But once they got into the bed, one thing led to another and he didn't get back to work until two.

They had fingered and sucked and fucked up a storm together, and it was their best fuck session ever. It seemed that they could do no wrong with each other.

Sondra tried to keep tabs on Cheryl. Her lusty aunt appeared pretty intent on living it up which pleased Sondra. Once or twice the two of them got together for a lesbian romp, and was that fun. Each time, Sondra would walk away from it promising herself to do it more often, but she'd soon find herself back in Philip's arms.

Always before going over to her uncle's house, Sondra would call ahead to make sure the coast was clear. She did it for him.

She called on Thursday afternoon and noted the vague discomfort in Philip's voice as he said, "Ah, Sondra, listen, about our plans…"