"So naughty niece" - читать интересную книгу автора (Peterson Tim)

CHAPTER TWO

"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.

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.

"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.