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

CHAPTER SIX

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…"

"Uh-oh," she said. "Sounds like I'm about to be stood up."

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

"I'll need one good reason, please."

There was a long pause. Finally he said, "I heard from Cheryl today. She wants to meet on neutral ground for a talk. Tonight."

Sondra was stunned. "But, that can't be…"

"Why not?"

"I mean, she didn't say anything to me about this."

"Why would she?"

"I-I thought we were friends."

"Oh. Well, maybe she hadn't, made her mind up when she last saw you. Anyway, she asked, and I agreed."

"I see," Sondra said stiffly.

"I have to do that much," he explained. "After what she did? After what she's been doing?"

"She's done less than I have," he said. "Anyway, there's no guarantee this meeting will result in anything."

Sondra didn't say anything. She knew otherwise. She could detect the hope in his voice.

"Are you okay?" he asked after her prolonged silence.

"Fine."

"I'll talk to you," he said, and that was that. He hung up.

Sondra tried not to be furious. She'd known all along that he harbored feelings for Cheryl. She tried not to be hurt.

The more she thought on it, the more hopeful she became. She hadn't lost him yet, not even a little bit, and she wasn't going to.

She got herself over to her uncle's house right away, formulating a plan of action as she went. He was pulling on a tie when he opened the door. He showed surprise when he saw her standing that.

Sondra went forward, casing by him with an air of mystery about her. He shut the door and turned to her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

She gave him a sly smile and started up the stairs. Perplexed, he followed.

"Sondra," he said, "I don't have time for games."

Sondra continued on to the master bedroom. Going to the bed, she draped herself across it. She was wearing a mini-skirt and a sleeveless pullover, and her body was on provocative display. Philip faced her from halfway between the door and the bed, his tie hanging down his chest.

"Before you go running off to kiss Cheryl's ass," she said lightly, "I wanted to get something straight between us."

She smiled sweetly at he double meaning and at Philip's mildly exasperated response to it.

"I don't think you're gonna find it that easy to give me up," Sondra said. "You can take her back, but do you really think you won't want me? You think you won't want it? When she's sucking on your cock, who will you be thinking of?"

She undulated provocatively on the bed. He looked at her soberly. She could tell she had struck a nerve. More like a fear. He was worrying about just what she was asking him.

Encouraged, she lay down and stretched out, her arms over her head, putting herself on display to full effect. Her curves, her jutting tits, her angelic face and her wanton eyes all sparked illicit memories and lurid temptations.

"You shouldn't have fucked me in this bed," Sondra said. "Sure you wanna share it with her now?"

He stared.

"That is, if she wants to come home. That is, if you want her to."

She rolled onto her side and stretched out temptingly before him.

"Do you want her to?" she asked sweetly.

He looked away.

"Shit!" he muttered.

"Good thing I acted fast," Sondra said. "Imagine being confronted with all this after the big reunion."

"You're a little bitch, you know that?"

"Hey, I'm just the messenger, Uncle Phil," Sondra said. "Besides, I'm beginning to think it's one of the reasons you love me, me being a bitch."

"That's what you are."

"Yeah, I'm bad," she admitted. "Real bad. You should have spanked my ass when you had the chance."

That gave her an idea. She rolled onto her stomach. She reached back with her free hand and gasped the hem of her short skirt and started pulling it up over the checks of her ass. They were bare.

"Wanna spank it now?" she asked him. "Or do you wanna fuck it?"

His eyes jumped from her gorgeous ass to her glinting eyes. He was looking to see if she meant it.

Sondra wasn't sure why she hadn't suggested assfucking to him before. She had tried it, and liked it, and the two of them had done just about everything else. Maybe in the back of her mind she had thought to save it for a special occasion.

"Huh, baby?" Sondra asked, teasing her slender hand in and out of the deep crack of her jutting ass and over her smooth, cushiony asscheeks. "Do you wanna spank my ass, or fuck it?"

Philip licked his lips, his eyes returning to her provocative, enticing ass. There for the taking. He shook his head slowly.

Sondra smiled.

Philip whipped the tie from his neck and dropped it to the floor. He turned on his heel and walked into the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom and came back with a small jar. He dropped the Vaseline onto the bed in front of Sondra.

"If we're gonna do this, we might as well do it right," he said, starting to unbutton his shirt.

"I always knew you were a gentleman," Sondra said with an honest smile.

"I'm weak. I'm a fool."

"You're what I want, stud," she said.

"Get those clothes off."

"So much for being weak!"

Rollins onto her back, she loosened her skirt and took it off. She then wriggled out of her skirt and lay there naked before him.

Her nipples were rising, her tits tingling. She felt slickness in her pussy, then a twitch near her clit. And there was a giddy feeling of anticipation in her shitchute.

On a more emotional level, there was triumph again. She had won another round. Maybe, just maybe, the final round. This was pretty close to asking him to choose between her and Cheryl.

Sondra's open hands played slowly up and down the front of her body as she watched Philip undress. A funny feeling came over her. The sensation that this was how it would be if they were husband and wife. He was committed to fucking her and she was committed to being fucked. In the ass. And anywhere else he wanted. With each other, they felt free to do anything. Truly they belonged together. Sometimes she was afraid she was only imagining it, but it was real.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

"Let me count the ways."

"How?"

"Get up on your hands and knees. But you've gotta do something for me first."

Sondra rolled onto her knees in front of him. "What?"

He thumbed his shorts down, showing off his stiffening cock. "Whip me into shape. You want it in a hurry, don't you?"

"A big hurry," she said, leaning forward. She lowered her face to his prick and scooped it into her wanton young mouth.

As she sucked, Philip worked his shorts the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. His hands went to her shoulders and slid slowly down her back. He bent forward to cup her asscheeks with his fingers. Kneading the meaty crescents, he stretched them wide apart.

Sondra felt him take his hands away from her ass presently. She kept on sucking his cock, running the wet warmth of her mouth back and forth on it from one end to the other. She drew stiffness into his cockshaft in a steady stream.

She heard the small jar of lube being opened and sensed Philip leaning forward again. She curved her spine to stick her ass out. Perched on folded legs, she reached back with both hands to pull her asscheeks apart. And she kept on moving her mouth to and fro on the thickening sexiness of her uncle's prick.

Philip sought Sondra's asshole with a greased fingertip and found it. He smeared Vaseline on her pink shitter, then took another dab from the jar and poked his digit inside. He twirled his fingertip against the muscle of her assring, massaging it loose. Then he fucked deeper into her tight shitchute.

Sondra took Philip's cock into the squeeze of her throat and backed off slowly. She withdrew from his meaty column of prick with heartfelt suction, his thickness holding her lips spread and made a wide circle.

With Philip's finger up her ass and lewdly softening her inner resistance, she took her hands from her asscheeks and fished around on the bed for the Vaseline. She found it where he had dropped it.

Holding his cockhead in her mouth and whisking her tongue all over it, she took a two fingered portion of lube from the jaw and started to spread it on his cockshaft. First along the top, then underneath, then all over as she wrapped her hand around the extended cockshaft and jacked back and forth on it with twisting motions.

With seeming reluctance, she pulled her mouth from his pulsing hard-on and drew her greased hand up onto the cockhead. She spread lubrication up to the leaking pricktip.

On her own, she turned away. With Philip's plunging finger still in her whole, she shifted around to face away from him. She lifted her ass into the air, her knees at the edge of the mattress. Her face was down on the bedding, her hands reaching way up and gripping the sheets. "Will this do?"

"Perfect," he said.

Her asshole was vulnerable and waiting. Sondra was tingling through and through with want and expectation. She was poised for prick, braced for it.

"Oh God, it feels terrific!" she groaned. "As good as I dreamed it would! Oohhh, nnnnn, fuck me with that greased cock!"

He fucked in deep, and she shook her ass as he pulled out. They continued working together like that, finding a rhythm, riding with it, then shifting to something fresh. Through it all, Sondra yelped and yipped with sheer animal joy.

"I'm gonna come in you!" Philip gasped. "Gonna came in your ass!"

"Do it!" she cried. "God, do it! I'm with you! I'm right there!"

Her insides were choking for the sweet wash of his jizz, grabbing far the magic moment that would make it happen.

Sondra gasped, went stiff, then was swept into the middle of a roaring climax. Her cunt spasmed, her asshole clamped down hard, and the quick pounding sensations lifted through her with a terrible intensity. She was coming and coming, and didn't see how it could ever stop.

Into it all came the torrid gushes of Philip's spunk. His cock flexed and pumped and spewed his jism into her ass depths.

They fucked at one another until there was nothing left. Then they toppled forward and lay together on the bed, calming and regaining strength and awareness.

"Shit!" Philip gasped. "I've still got a date."

"Call her. Tell her to fuck off!"

"I should see her. Explain."

"Gonna tell her about me?"

"Not in so many words. I don't know what I'm gonna tell her."

"Should I be here when you get back?"

"That might be nice."