Each Weekly Visit -- Chapter II: Promises, Promises - Sex Stories

Each Weekly Visit -- Chapter II: Promises, Promises

... looking at me with an undeniable hunger, like a lioness pouncing on a wounded gazelle, baying for its blood. Madison braced herself on my body with her hands, leaning forwards slightly. I took her body into my hands in response, feeling her silky soft curves from hips to shoulders. I left no area untouched. She sighed and slid down my body. I could feel the softness of her womanly treasure as her puffy lips slid across my thick organ. “Mmmm...!” she moaned passionately. “That cock of yours feels so good!” She lifted herself up just a bit, taking my erect pole into her hand. “I’ll bet it feels even better inside me.” Suddenly, this felt too out of hand. “No, Madison,” I stopped her, putting my hands on hers. She hesitated, her sixteen-year-old womanhood hovering within reach of my manly digit. The two were so close I could feel the heat radiating from her feminine slit. Physically, it was all I wanted. Still, there remained a particle of decency that I couldn’t shake. “We can’t, Baby,” I said after a few very long seconds of deliberation. “We just can’t have sex.” My niece looked at me sorrowfully. “Uncle Rob...” she began to protest. “No, Madison.” I shook my head to emphasize the point. “I want it so bad!” my niece complained. “I know, Baby,” I empathized. There was a distinct look of craving in her eyes mixed with the frustration of it being denied her. I understood, and I hoped that understanding shone in my own eyes, but I had to let her know how I felt. “Trust me, I ...

... know.” Madison sighed in disappointment. I felt her move as though she were about to dismount me, but I quickly took her by the hips and held her firmly in place. There was another option, and she needed to know it was available. “Grind, Baby,” I instructed her. “Go ahead and grind on me.” Slowly but surely, that signature smile of hers crossed her face. With a small pelvic movement, Madison pushed our bodies together. She knew exactly what I was suggesting. “Like, the hot-dog-in-a-bun idea?” she asked, rotating her hips back and forth again, “Dry hump you?” “Yeah,” I nodded. I could feel the friction between our loins. It grew warmer with every movement my young niece made. She knew exactly what to do from here. “It’s not perfect, Baby,” I admitted to her, “but it’ll do for tonight.” Madison’s face was already contorted in pleasure as she felt my hard penis rubbing against her swollen labia. “Mm...hmmm...” she agreed in a subtle moan. “Ohhh...it feels... really good...!” I started caressing her nubile body again. Her delicate, feminine curves were glorious to hold in my hands. I couldn’t get enough of them. While Madison ground harder and harder on me, I took the liberty to feel her body. Everywhere I could get my hands, I sailed them over her. For a moment I concentrated on her remarkable young breasts, certainly one of my favourite features of her youthful body. “Oh, Uncle Rob...!” Madison gasped as I touched her ample chest. She leaned forward, pinning her precious little ...