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CHAPTER FIVE

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?"

"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.