Ray Todd: Incest niece

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she softly moaned as she began spiraling up toward a wildly screaming climax. "It's so good, honey, so fuckin' good!"

Greg was fucking his cock into her with ever-increasing speed, feeling the thickness of his middle finger through the thin tissues that separated her two holes. Susan was writhing insanely beneath him, hotly grinding her horny cunt up around the length of his plunging prick. Her shapely legs wrapped around his body, her burning asshole rhythmically contracting around his deeply buried finger.

Drilling into her cunt for all he was worth as he urgently finger-fucked her rectum, Greg could feel a new batch of spunk boiling around in his churning balls. Anxious to empty his hot load into Susan's writhing cunt, Greg pulled his finger out of her ass and placed her legs up over his shoulders. Pushing forward, he forced her knees up onto his shoulders.

With the woman's body bent back in this unnatural position, the man was able to fuck almost, straight down into her up-tilted cunt. Her legs were doubled back, the whole of her defenseless slit vulnerable to his plundering rod.

"Oh, sweet baby!" she squealed at the man who was humping her body. "Fuck me, darling! Oooooh, fuck me harder!"

Susan was almost out of her mind with the pleasure she was getting from his rampaging cock. As her orgasm raced ever nearer, her head flopped from side to side on the rumpled pillow, her long, dark hair flailing wildly around her lust-contorted face.

"Oqoohi ooooh, fuck!" she screamed when the force of her wild climax struck her. "Aaauuugh! Fuck harder! I'm coming!"

Feeling his hot spunk streaking up through the length of his tingling cock, Greg fucked into her with deeper, harder strokes. Then, it was suddenly there. His prick was spewing a torrent of white-hot cum into the beautiful woman's spasming cunt. Feeling the fiery stream of jizz hosing into her cunt seemed to enhance her own wild orgasm.

"That's it, darling!" she sobbed. "Cream me good, baby! Oh, fuck, how I love that hot jizz in my bunt!"

Spurt after spurt of the frothy cream gushed out of his prick as the man continued fucking into her. It wasn't until he'd shot the last drop that he slowed down. Finally feeling his dick starting to deflate in her cum-filled twat, Greg collapsed over her delightfully naked body.

"Oh, baby," whispered Susan, "that was really a wild fuck!"

"You're not shittin'!" Greg beamed. "I want some more of that!"

"Me, too," giggled Susan. "But I'm afraid we'll have to wait. We'd better get dressed before Jay and Barbie get home."

The next night, when Greg went to bed with his wife, he couldn't get over the fact that Shirley was having an affair with Dave Harper. He'd thoroughly enjoyed balling Susan, but he was still upset about his wife's infidelity.

"How was your meeting last night?" he asked as they lay side by side in bed.

"It was just fine," whispered Shirley, reaching over and curling her fingers around his naked prick. His meat was only partially hard, and this puzzled the woman because his cock was usually as hard as a rock when they went to bed. Stroking the soft, thick flesh with her fingers, she could feel him shuddering at her touch.

Wanting to get his cock hard enough for a good, hot fuck, Shirley threw the covers back and lowered her head down toward his crotch. Parting her deliciously moist lips, she took his cockhead into her warm mouth. Wrapping her tongue around the tip of his dong, she began to suck, taking more and more of his rapidly swelling shaft into her warm, wet mouth. The flaring tip of his lusty cock was soon nudging the back of her throat, filling her mouth with its thickness as she sucked and licked, swirling her tongue all around his tasty meat.

While Shirley feverishly sucked on his rigid boner, Greg began to finger his wife's pussy. Worming his thick middle finger into her hotly dripping twat, he screwed it around until it was coated with the sticky juices that were pouring from deep within her horny hole.

The harder she sucked on his prick, the faster he finger-fucked her little red-fringed slit. As her hot cream poured out, Greg began massaging them into her pussy curls. Feeling her lips sucking and pulling on his thick dong, the man smeared her slippery juices all over her lush thighs. The palm of his hand was sticky and wet from the creamy fluid as he rubbed it back and forth over her luscious pussy mound and thighs.

She was soon involuntarily writhing around on the bed as he soaked the woman's lower body with her creamy cunt juice. Finally pulling, her head back, she let her husband's thick cock slip out of her mouth. His boner was now hard enough for fucking, and that was what she wanted most.

"God, that thing tastes good," she whispered, licking her lips as she rolled onto her back.

"As good as Dave Harper's?" he asked casually.

"What do you mean?" gasped Shirley, quickly sitting upright on the bed.

"Don't act coy with me, you rotten bitch!" he snapped. "Everybody in town knows he's been sticking his filthy cock into you!"

Shirley just stared at him, too shocked to say a word.

"Well, what do you have to say now, hot cunt?" he barked, pushing her back down onto the bed.

"N-nothing," she stammered in a weak little voice.

"Now, isn't that something!" he snarled, rolling his wife onto her belly. "Since you're always so hot to fuck, I'm really gonna give it to you tonight! But not in the same hole those other bastards stick their rotten cocks!"

"What do you mean?" she gasped.

"You're gonna get screwed right in your little ass tonight," he answered, with a nasty grin on his face. "I'm gonna split your filthy ass wide open!"

"You wouldn't dare!" she said defiantly.

"Try me!" he sneered. "You're just lucky that I'm not gonna break your fuckin' neck!"

"You're not going to get away with it," she whimpered. "I'll call the police!"

"I don't give a shit who you call!" he snapped. "After I'm finished with your asshole, you can call any son of a bitch you want to!"

"Please don't!" she sobbed as he began rubbing the soft cheeks of her ass with his big hands.

"Listen, you bitch!" he hissed in an angry voice. "If you like being laid by every bastard in town, you're gonna find out how it feels to really be fucked. When I'm finished with your asshole, you'll wish you'd never been such a rotten slut."

Shirley cringed at his threatening words, and a cold chill raced from head to toe through her cowering body. She knew that there was no way she could stop the enraged man from butt fucking her, yet she was sure she could never stand the pain.

His hands were still running lewdly over her trembling asscheeks as she shuddered from the obscene touch.

"Please, Greg," she begged. "Please, do anything to me but that."

"Just shut up and enjoy it!" he snarled. "Any bitch that sleeps around like you do should try everything."

"You're not a man!" she screamed at him. "You're a filthy animal!"

"I don't want to hear any more shit from you!" he growled, grasping his wife's long red hair and pushing her face-down against the mattress.

At first she tried to free herself from his grasp but, overpowered by his superior weight and strength, Shirley reluctantly had to give up the struggle. Spread out flat on her belly, the woman could feel his hands on her crawling flesh as he lewdly fondled the quivering cheeks of her smooth, white ass.

"God, that looks like a tight little asshole," he excitedly breathed. "Are you sure no other guy stuck his cock in there?"

"Of course not, you filthy bastard!" she shouted over her shoulder at him. "You're the only pig I know that's depraved enough to want it!"

Excitedly spreading her deliciously soft asscheeks further apart with his hands, he gazed longingly at the tightly, puckered little hole nestled between them. Shirley was squirming under the obscene fondling of his fingers as he lewdly stroked and caressed her naked buttocks.