Exhibitionist Niece Moves In Episode 2

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CHAPTER TWO

“Damn, she might as well be unclad, as much as that outfit conceals.” Cindy says, after Lauren leaves the room. “How are you doing?” She asks, teasingly, running her hand over my crotch. My c*ck immediately springs to life, causing Cindy to laugh. “That’s what I thought.”

“I think she really likes to tease.” I say, cautiously, not wanting to disclose my snooping on the website to Cindy. “I’m trying not to give her the satisfaction of reacting to her.”

“You’re not trying very hærd!” She laughs, pulling my c*ck out and stroking it up and down, as we hear the shower start. “She reminds me a lot of myself, at that age.” Cindy says, as she leans her head down towards my lap. “I used to get so w-t, knowing the affect I was having on older guys.”

“Older guys!” I retort. “I’m only 36! That hærdly constitutes an older guy!” I laugh. But Cindy doesn’t answer, she’s too busy s-cking the head of my hærd c*ck into her mouth.

I lean back and enjoy the relief that I’ve been anxious for all day. Closing my eyes, I picture Lauren kneeling between my legs, her perfect tits bouncing, as she bobs her head up and down on my c*ck. I visualize her unclad body, as I think about her blog entries and how she teased her poor professor. As I shoot my load into my wife’s skillful mouth, I get an idea on how to really turn the tables on Lauren.

“Mmmmm.” Cindy is licking her l-ips and moving her body over mine. “Now, maybe you won’t react so quickly to her hærd, young, body when she comes out of the shower.” Cindy straddles me, pushing her tongue in my mouth and rocking against my spent c*ck.

“Put your fingers in me.” She whispers, pulling her shorts to the side and revealing her glistening, w-t p*ssy l-ips. “I’d rather it was your tongue, but I know what a prude you are about doing that in the living room, with Lauren down the hall.” I slide two fingers into her slick, hot p*ssy and pump them in and out as we continue k-ssing.

“I love what you did with your tongue last night.” Cindy mo-ns into my ear, as I rub my thumb across her engorged cl*t. “The way you kept teasing my cl*t was amazing. It kept me on the edge, right at the peak, for what seemed like hours.” She’s bucking against my hand, squeezing her p*ssy muscles around my fingers, when we hear the shower stop.

“Do you think Lauren’s cl*t is as sensitive as mine?” She asks, teasingly. “Do you think she got herself off in the shower?” She whispers and my c*ck stiffens at the thought of Lauren masturbating, with the portable showerhead pressed against her cl*t.

Cindy clamps her p*ssy around my fingers and lets out a long, low mo-n as her orgasm rolls through her. When the bathroom door opens, she shifts her body sideways and slides off my lap, blocking any view of my fingers in her p*ssy. I look over Cindy’s shoulder and watch Lauren, wrapped in a bath towel, glance at us and turn towards her bedroom. The towel has a strategically placed gap in the back that allows me a clear view of her bare ass cheeks as she walks down the hall. My c*ck reacts immediately.

“Last night she stayed in her bedroom for about twenty minutes after her shower.” Cindy says, pulling my fingers from her p*ssy and moving back onto my lap. Raising her h¡ps up and pulling her shorts and p-nties to the side, she impales herself on my fully recovered c*ck. “I bet we only need about ten minutes.” She whispers.

F***k! Her p*ssy is so w-t and hot, as Cindy starts bouncing up and down. Holding onto the back of the couch, she rides my rigid c*ck, slamming her enflamed p*ssy down around it. I lean back and close my eyes, bucking my h¡ps to her frantic rhythm, as my mind focuses on Lauren’s tight, young ass swaying down the hall. I reach under Cindy’s blouse and cup her tits, pinching her n-pples through her b-ra.

“Oh yeah!” She whispers, p-nting in my ear. “Play with my tits. Pretend your pinching Lauren’s pert, little n-pples.” She breathes. I unfasten the front clasp of her b-ra and push the cups to the side. Grabbing her n-pples between the thumb and index finger of each hand, I pinch and pull, twisting her hærd n-pples back and forth.

“Ohhhhhhh! F-ck!” Cindy slams down hærd, clenching her p*ssy muscles around my c*ck. I let go at the same time, flooding her p*ssy with my c-m. Her tits are heaving up and down in my hands, as we try to catch our breath, our mouths pressed together in a passionate, post orgasmic k-ss.

When Lauren’s door opens, Cindy disengages herself from my c*ck and pulls my shorts up in one smooth motion. Our experience with public s*x has made her adept at looking innocent in the most bizarre situations. She’s sitting next to me on the couch, when Lauren reaches the living room. The lingering smell of s*x is not lost on Lauren and I see her smile appreciatively at what must have just happened.

Tonight she’s wearing a v-neck, men’s t-shirt that barely hangs down to the bottom of her ass cheeks. As she plops down on the couch next to Cindy, her t-shirt rides up, revealing a bare h¡p. Her n-pples are like little bullets, poking at the thin material, on the front of the t-shirt.

“Thanks, Uncle Jim.” She says, glancing back and forth between Cindy and I. “The computer works great, I was able to check my e-mail and everything.” Her eyes have settled on the w-t s₱0t spreading across the front of Cindy’s shorts.

“Your Uncle Jim is a man of many talents.” Cindy says, seemingly oblivious to Lauren’s stare. I’m watching the bottom of her t-shirt, trying to decide if she’s wearing any p-nties. This is just what she wants me to do, I think and I turn my head back to the TV, trying to ignore her.

“Is there anything, you wanted to see?” I ask Lauren, startling her.

“What?” She asks, shifting her body and tucking one leg up under her. I catch a quick glimpse of what looks like a black thong before her t-shirt down settles back down on her lap.

“Is there anything you want to watch on TV?” I ask, realizing the double entendre I presented to her.

“No. I’m going to go on line for bit and then go to bed.” She says, kneeling on the couch and leaning over to give Cindy a k-ss. I continue watching the TV, ignoring the bare tit display she has designated for me. Standing up, she walks between me and the TV and bends forward to give me a k-ss.

“I think we’re ready to call it a night too.” I say, clicking the TV off and standing up. Since Lauren is in the process of bending forward. just as I’m standing up, her face ends up inches from my crotch. With the TV off I can see the reflection of Lauren’s bare ass in the flat TV monitor as she bends forward. The thin black material, disappearing between her ass cheeks, confirms that what I saw earlier was a thong.

Her plan to display her tits thwarted, Lauren stands up with a look of disappointment on her face. I’m not sure if it’s because she doesn’t get to show me her tits, or because I’m not sporting a hærd on. Of course, she doesn’t know I just came twice; once in my wife’s mouth and once in her p*ssy. Before she realizes what’s happening I wrap my arms around her in a tight embrace, k-ssing her on the cheek and smashing her hærd n-pples against my chest.

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