Things were getting out of hand. It was getting to the point where I didn't want to look at my webmail account - but couldn't quite work up the self-control not to. In the next set of pics she sent she was at a football game or something, large crowd, lights, field, bleachers. The photos showed her entering the stadium, dressed in a short skirt, knee-high stockings, white blouse, etc., looking like any other coed among hundreds there.
Then, in a series of shots, she finds a seat near the top of the bleachers, spreads a poncho over herself and a friend. Her friend looked a lot like her - blondish, healthy, wicked legs, at that stage where girlish cuteness was just giving way to downright sexy.
Then the pics are obviously being taken under the damn blanket. Buttons opened, a nipple being pinched hard, a skirt up, fingers tracing puffy pussy lips through wet white panties. They get kind of confused in the final shots but I got the point. Shit. What the hell was I going to do with her? My cock, of course, had a pretty good idea. It was sitting up and begging like a bad dog.
There are more nerve-endings on the head of an erect penis than anywhere else on a man's body. When each and every one of them is screaming in mad exquisite pleasure it's pretty hard to consider scruples. Watching the raging purple knob of my swollen cockhead being swallowed whole by the dripping lips of my niece's tender sweet nasty little barely legal cunt quickly erased from my brain all thoughts of what was right and what wasn't.
Leaning over the bathroom sink, the crotch of her blue bikini bottom yanked up on one fat, firm, fleshy buttock, legs spread, she was dancing impatiently on her tiptoes, quivering like a colt as my nerve-screaming shaft slowly pushed aside the wet willing walls of her greedy, sucking palpitating puss.
Outside, the party was well into its fifth hour, everybody getting drunker and louder, falling into the pool, her parents and my wife among them. After teasing and tempting each other from afar all evening, she'd followed me upstairs and slid into the bathroom with me, both of us a little bit high and a lot horny. She flicked off the light and turned to me, a dim light coming through the frosted window cast her soft fuzzy grey hues.
She leaned into me and whispered, Fuck me. Fuck me like it's the last time you ever will, her eyes glowing from beer and lust. She turned away very deliberately, looked back over her shoulder at me and wiggled that fine bikini'd ass ever so slightly. With her other hand she cupped a breast, pinching her nipple through the blue fabric of her bikini top.
No way, I said - for effect. I mean how could I not?
Pleeease. I've been wet all night. And sticky too.
She dipped a hand down the front of her skimpy bottom, brought it out and showed me a moistened finger glistening in the dim light. She licked it clean, very slowly, lots of tongue action, little sucking noises.
You're a bitch to be doing this.
I can't help it, she whined softly. My body just...wants you. Wants to be fucked by yours. I don't want anything else. Just...to fuck.
You gotta find somebody your own age.
She stood closer, whispering an inch from my ear: I know. I will. This can't last forever. But when I go to bed at night, and my hands wander down to my pussy, and stroke my clit and I'm all hot and nasty...I think about you. And I cum so hard. I cum so my whole body shakes and the juice drips all over my legs and ass. I came five times last night thinking about you fucking me.
