The following is one of many tales of Piper and Rob. These were written by request and released with approval of the requester. The situations and events described in the Piper stories are pure fantasy without any basis in reality. This is a work of fiction intended for individuals who are 18 years or older. Any reference to unsafe sex, non-consensual sex, or any activity that stands in contrast to acceptable behavior of society should be seen as an expression of the fantasy and not an encouragement of making these things real. Real life has real consequences.
"Tell me about Piper, again," my girlfriend Susan cooed at me as we cuddled in post-coital bliss. Piper was my niece. Well, not really my niece. She was the daughter my of closest friend from high school. Bill and I would tear up the town whenever we could in our youth but he found love and settled down soon after graduation while I continued my Libertine ways.
Bill married his high school sweetheart, Karen. Karen was gorgeous, flirty and fun. A short, petite brunette with the energy of a hummingbird. While other women in school moved from guy to guy, Karen found Bill and stuck with him. Bill, while he sampled from others, kept his focus on Karen. They were made for each other.
Piper came along soon after Bill and Karen were married. I became Uncle Paul and loved every minute of it. I got to be the cool Uncle. Giving the best gifts at Christmas and her birthday but not being there for the tantrums and fights.
Time flew by, Piper grew up. She had her mother's vivacious energy and her father's lust for life. The common word used for this kind of young woman is hellion. Due to my job, I missed out on ten years of Piper's life. The next time I saw her, she was on a trip to New York with a few of her friends during Spring break. She had just turned twenty-one and wanted to take the big bite from life.
Bill called me and asked if I wouldn't mind hosting his daughter and her three friends and try to keep them out of trouble.
The story of that weekend was one of the first I shared with my girlfriend. Susan always got hot hearing of my past encounters and relationships. I never told her Piper's name or who the young nymphette was to me, but she figured it out eventually. And though never having met her, Susan became fixated upon Piper.
I knew so much about Piper's own experiences because after that weekend we became close confidants to each other. Over the following few years after that weekend, Piper would visit me as often as she could.
"One weekend when Piper visited me," I told Susan as I felt her finger gently play with my chest hair, "we went out to Kama."
"Kama? That's a bit ritzy, isn't it?"
"Of course it is. Whenever Piper came for a visit, I liked to show off a bit."
Susan's hand trailed down my chest, across my belly, and let her fingers gently caress my spent cock. "I know what you like to show off."
"Hush, now, unless you want me to stop talking."
"I'll be good for now. Go on," Susan said.
"That's better. Piper and I were at Kama, dancing, drinking, and generally enjoying ourselves with all the pretty and fun people we could find. I remember I was at the bar flirting with the very cute bartender. Piper was out on the dance floor shaking her thing."
Susan squeezed my cock. "I bet you love watching that little tramp shake her tight little butt."
"Tramp?"
"An adorable tramp... a sweet tramp... oh, you know I don't mean any offense."
"I think Piper prefers other words, but I"ll forgive you your tramp transgression. And yes, I love watching her sweet little ass."
"Is it better than my ass?" Susan asked before nibbling on my neck a little.
"Mmm, beautiful, your ass is the only ass for me."
Susan laughted, "You lie so sweetly."
"I try."
"So Piper was dancing..."
"Yes, dancing. And this tall, dark haired man moved slowly but directly through the crowd to her. Piper told me he danced with her a little bit before asking her to come back to his table.
At his table was a gorgeous... let me be clear about this because I know sometimes I hyperbolize the beauty of the women in these tales, but this woman at the table was stunning. I'm not talking Playboy model beautiful. As much as I love Playboy models, this woman had a realness about her.
She was wearing a classy black dress, a dress that showed off just enough cleavage to catch the eye but not so much that made her look like she was trying to catch people's eyes."
Susan gave my cock another gently squeeze before dropping her hand lower to cup my balls. She coaxed life back into my already well used member. The warmth of her hand felt so good.
"Piper joined the couple at their table. I caught sight of them multiple times and they definitely were picking her up. I have a deal with Piper. I have a very laissez faire approach to her sex life but it has to be done where I can protect her. The couple kept trying to entice her to come back to their hotel room but Piper told them she couldn't, but they were more than welcome to come back here, my place."
Susan returned her hand to my shaft and kissed my neck again. "God, how many times has she been fucked here? She's been fucked right here, right in this bed. Her wet pussy soaked sheets... maybe these sheets."