Ray Todd: Incest niece

When she'd sucked the last drop from Mack's limp, shriveling prick, her climax exploded throughout her body.

"Oooh!" she screamed as Stan's tongue swirled around deeply in her wildly spasming slit. "I'm coming, honey! Oh, shit, it's so good! So good!"

Finally, after what seemed an eternity to the beautiful little blonde, the heavenly sensations slowly abated, leaving her feeling strangely empty as she settled down onto the back seat of the car.

"Oh, darling," she whispered to Stan as he pulled his sopping-wet face out of her swampy crotch. "That was so good!"

"Honey," panted the boy as he stroked his thick boner. "Now will you let me fuck you?"

"Help yourself," she giggled. "I can last as long as you guys can!"

It was early in the evening, and Susan was alone in the house when her next-door neighbor, Greg Morton, rang the doorbell.

"Hi." He smiled when she opened the door. "Is Dave home?"

"I'm afraid not," she said, holding the door open for him. "He had to go to a meeting, but come on in anyway."

"Thank you." Greg stepped into the room. "How about a drink?" asked Susan as the man seated himself on a sofa.

"That would be great," he answered. "I could really use one."

When Susan returned with their drinks, she sat down next to him on the couch.

"Where is Shirley this evening?" she casually asked.

"She had to meet with a committee at her club," he answered.

"Well," said Susan, taking a deep swallow of her drink. "It looks like we've both been deserted tonight."

"It sure does," sighed Greg, glancing at the deep cleavage between her big breasts that was so visible in her dressing gown.

Seeing the wild expression in his eyes, Susan suddenly realized that she was wearing nothing except the flimsy robe.

Pulling the front of her gown together, she continued making small talk with the man. Their glasses were soon drained, and she quickly made them a second round.

"What time do you expect Dave home?" Greg asked as she handed him his glass.

"I really don't know," she answered. "What time will Shirley be back?"

"I have no idea." He grinned lewdly. "Why don't we stop fooling each other?" Susan smiled. "We both know they're together."

"What?" he gasped.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she stammered. "I thought you knew about it."

"Knew about what?"

"Don't you know that my husband and your wife are having an affair?"

"Are you serious?" he gasped.

"It's been going on ever since the night of our patio party," she explained. "I don't think they're aware that I know about it, but it's been so obvious from the very start."

"Well, I'll be damned!" He sighed. "I guess that calls for another drink."

"It sure does," said Susan, taking his glass. "Are you upset about it?"

"Of course I am," he answered. "Aren't you?"

"I was, at first," answered Susan as she fixed another drink. "But it doesn't hurt so much now."

After their fourth drink, they were both feeling rather mellow.

"Well." Greg smiled at her as he set his drink down. "This isn't the first time she's been unfaithful to me."

"I'm sorry." The beautiful woman smiled back at him.

Looking down at her in his half-drunken state, Greg suddenly became aware of the soft, warm glow in her gray eyes, and the invitation of her moistly parted lips.

"What's the matter?" she whispered, seeing the sudden confusion on his face.

"I don't know," he stammered. "I've never seen you look so beautiful."

"Then kiss me," she said, offering him her softly parted lips.

The man hesitated for a couple of seconds before he drew Susan into his arms. As their open mouths melted together, the beautiful woman rested her hand on his upper thigh.

The touch on his thigh bothered Greg. Even if his wife was unfaithful to him, he certainly didn't want to get involved with his beautiful neighbor.

Then, as her hand began rummaging in his crotch, he felt a certain thrill that was quite exciting. With their mouths passionately locked in a deep kiss, he felt a call of adventure he hadn't known in sears. As much as Greg knew that they should stop before it was too late, he could feel the rush of blood to his prick, his shaft rapidly growing as his balls seemed to tighten up into a knot of flesh.

"We must stop, Susan," he gasped, pulling his mouth away from hers. "We don't want to become involved in a sordid affair."

"Oh, bullshit!" she whispered. "Your wife and my husband are enjoying themselves. Why shouldn't we?"

Feeling the man's cock swelling beneath the material of his pants, she grasped the tab to his zipper and yanked it down. Before Greg could protest, she thrust her hand into his fly and wormed through the opening of his shorts, until her fingers curled around his rapidly swelling shaft.

"Oh, honey," she giggled, playfully squeezing his thick meat. "This is some cock you have!"

"God, Susan," he panted. "We'd better knock this shit off!"

"Why?" she whispered. "The fun's just starting."

"But we're both married!" he gasped. "This is all wrong!"

"So what?" Susan grinned, pulling his thick cock out of his pants. "You can bet my husband's stiff dick is stuffed into your wife's cunt right now!"

Holding the shaft of his thick meat in her hand, Susan wrapped her moist lips over his throbbing cockhead, completely engulfing it with her velvety-soft mouth.

"Oh, God," he groaned, completely helpless, unable to stop her.

She began sensuously swirling her tongue around the head of his burgeoning dick, pausing now and then to probe the tip into the drooling slit in the end of his knob. Greg let out another shuddering moan as her fingernails tantalizingly teased up and down the sensitive underside of his thick shaft.

When the head of his prick was thoroughly drenched with her spit, Susan began slowly moving her head up and down, taking more and more of his thick meat into her mouth with every delicious plunge of her face. Greg's horny wife had often sucked him off, but he'd never felt a mouth so deliciously warm and smooth as this one.

Greg's hips began instinctively moving in time with the beautiful brunette's bobbing head. Completely lost in a trance of sexual rapture, the man was hotly panting, unable to believe what was happening to him. Her warm, moist mouth was stroking his swollen rod with increasing speed, her talented tongue giving his cockhead an extra delicious lick every time she raised her head.

With the gathering sensations concentrating in the head of his prick, Greg could feel his cock swelling even larger as the beautiful woman's tongue and lips deliciously teased and tantalized his dick with every stroke. Greg could feel his orgasm drawing closer and closer, causing him to groan loudly as her mouth worked feverishly on his throbbing joint.

"Oh, shit, that feels good!" he panted. "So good, so good. Just a little more, and I'll be there. Oh, God, are you gonna get a mouthful!"

His breath came in short, hot gasps from his tortured lungs. He could feel his scalding cum burning in his hairy balls, signaling that his cock was about to explode. Frenziedly slamming his hips up toward her face, he could feel the head of his quivering boner pounding against the back of her throat, his wiry cock hairs mashing against her nose.

Just when he thought he couldn't stand any more of this intense ecstasy, his tingling dick suddenly shot a hot stream of cum into the back of her throat. Susan sucked and swallowed thirstily as the swirling fluid flooded into her gullet.

When his cock began gradually deflating in her mouth, the exhausted man leaned his head against the back of the couch, thoroughly enjoying the way Susan's lips pulled and sucked on his prick until she'd drawn out every last drop of cum.