Harry Stevens - Naughty horny cousins

The transformation was complete. Temporarily Roy and Marsha no longer uncle and niece. He was a horny German shepherd and she was a stray poodle in heat as they fucked like dogs. Once the fucking began there was no further reason for Marsha to pretend she didn't know exactly what she was doing. It was time for her to buck back as good as she was getting it.

The thing Marsha liked best about dog-fucking was how deeply her cunt could take a cock. The maximum penetration gave her the opportunity to do things with her cunt that would make a guy's cock sore for days – leave her stamp on him so he couldn't get her out of his mind.

Turning on the pressure, she tightened her pussy muscles, then relaxed them. Tightened and relaxed them, relaxed and tightened them. Over and over again. The rippling effect on Roy's cock made him think Marsha's cunt was sucking his balls inside out.

Suddenly Roy was human again. "Gonna come!" he shouted.

When he said this Marsha started climaxing herself. Her uncle had to hold onto her tits to hang on for the ride she was now giving him. And it was while his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her tits that his hilted prick exploded with jizz in her dog fucked cunt.

"Oh, shoot it, Uncle Roy, shoot it into me!" Marsha urged as the squirting cum scalded her womb.

Roy had one last blast of jizz in him. After it was delivered his bones turned to rope and his muscles to jelly. All at once he was dead weight on. Marsha's back. Marsha wiggled out from under him and he collapsed face down on the floor. There he lay, catching his breath and collecting his wits, not just his cock fucked limp, but his whole body. Finally Roy looked up, expecting to see his niece.

However, Marsha wasn't there. When he looked around and couldn't find her. A woozy Roy briefly wondered if it had all been a dream.

Then he felt between his legs. His sticky prick was sore to the touch after two trips up that tight, young cunt of Marsha's.

"I fucked her all right," Roy sighed with a combination of pleasure and awe. "Fucked my own niece."

In the meantime, Marsha was on her way back upstairs. As it turned out, she wasn't making the trip alone. When she had slipped out of the basement she had run right into an eavesdropping Linda.

"So you saw the whole thing, huh?" Marsha whispered to her cousin as the two of them tip-toed in the darkness.

"How could I resist?" Linda giggled. "It isn't every night a girl has a chance to watch her dad and cousin fuck."

"I know," Marsha chuckled, already looking forward to a front row seat when her own father and Linda got it on. "Tomorrow night you're staying over at my house."

"My overnight bag's already packed," Linda answered excitedly.

Marsha's parents were pleased that Linda was going to be an overnight guest in their home. To Jack and Sharon Cole their niece was just the kind of person they wanted as an influence on their daughter.

"I'm so glad those two have decided to be friends," Sharon Cole said to her husband while the girls were in the den watching television. "Maybe some of Linda's good habits will rub off on Marsha."

"I hope so," Jack Cole answered. "Marsha worries me. With her it's just boys, boys, boys."

"Maybe Linda's example will change that," Sharon Cole said with crossed fingers. "She might get Marsha's mind off boys and onto something more worthwhile."

"We'll see," Jack Cole sighed. "I just hope it doesn't turn out the other way around. Don't forget, Linda can learn just as much from our little Marsha as she can teach her."

"Oh, don't be silly, Jack," Sharon laughed. "Linda is a saint."

"Which Marsha mast definitely isn't," Jack said, getting blunter. "Let's face it, the girl's a tramp."

"That's a terrible thing for a father to say about his own daughter," Sharon replied. But there was no real anger in her words because she knew that her husband spoke the truth.

Now Jack and Sharon Cole fell into silence.

Whenever they discussed Marsha they always reached this point. They were both aware that their daughter was anything but a virgin, but neither of them had any idea what to do about it. It was time to either change the subject or end the conversation entirely.

Finally Sharon said she was going to bed to read. Jack answered that he'd be up later. They parted, leaving Jack downstairs with the girls.

As he walked down the hall toward the den where his daughter and niece were, Jack wondered why he hadn't just gone to bed with his wife. He'd told Sharon he had something to do downstairs, but that wasn't really true – or was it?

Jack found himself at the entrance to the den, eavesdropping on Marsha and Linda. The door was ajar so it was easy for him to overhear what they were saying. He got an earful.

"What difference does it make what's wrong and what's right?" one of the girls told the other. "All I know is that I love to fuck. Like they say, if it feels good, do it – that's my motto."

While he listened to this, Jack Cole just assumed at first that it was his daughter speaking. But the second voice he heard turned out to be Marsha's, as she protested against what Linda had actually said.

"Oh, Linda, get wise to yourself," Marsha snapped at her cousin. "I've been through that whole trip and believe me it's not worth it. Putting out for guys winds up leaving you feeling just like… well, pardon my language, but just like a cunt."

"That's just exactly how I want to feel!" Linda declared defiantly. "Like a juicy, wet cunt!"

Jack peered through the crack of the door just in time to see his supposedly innocent niece rubbing her crotch. He couldn't believe it.

"C'mon, Linda," Marsha scolded, "where's your self-respect?"

"Right between my legs," Linda shot back.

"Oh, you're hopeless," Marsha muttered.

"Hopelessly horny," Linda laughed. "Just look."

Linda slipped her hand inside her tight jeans, her knuckles bulging under the fly. When her fingers emerged they glistened in the light.

"Fresh pussy juice," she giggled, then tasted the sticky essence from her own cunt with a loud slurp.

"You're disgusting," Marsha huffed. "I don't know why I invited you to spend the night. I can't talk any sense into you. Nobody can. I'm going to bed. You can stay down here and finger-fuck yourself into a coma for all I care."

"Maybe I'll do just that," Linda answered with a smirk. "I'm so horny I've got to do something to get myself off tonight. Damn, I wish your brother was home from college so he could fuck me."

"Tad wouldn't touch a cheap, little whore like you," Marsha fumed. "You're on your own."

With that, Marsha got up and marched toward the door. Out in the hall, her father had to flatten himself against the wall in the darkness to avoid being seen.

Then Marsha was gone and it was just Jack and his niece. He resumed his eavesdropping.

Linda sat on the couch. She unfastened her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles, kicking them away. Then she removed her blouse. Now she was in just her bra and panties. Jack felt his pulse quicken as the blood rushed to his cock and balls.

She unhooked her bra. Her small but perfect tits tumbled free, their red nipples stiff with desire. She played with them, and as she did her legs fell apart.

"Okay, now, enough of my titties," Linda purred to herself. She patted her damp crotch.

As he watched and heard this Jack felt like his excited prick was going to bust right out of his pants. His niece had him so horny he felt like an animal. With his reason rapidly fading he still had enough judgment left to realize that he was capable of anything in his current state. He knew this was his last chance to leave.

But he stayed right there, thinking with his cock instead of his brain.