Ray Strong - The naughty niece

In his youth, Ira Wahl had been dull. Even his first date with his future wife had started out dull. He was surprised she let him kiss her good night when he brought her to her apartment. It was the kiss that did it. The moment his lips touched hers, Harriet instantly fell under the spell he wove. His tongue caressed her pliant lips, stroking them, teasing them into parting so as to expose her tongue. And when he touched her teeth and her gums, sparks were set off inside her.

Still kissing her, he carried her into her apartment, kicking the door shut behind them. It was a tiny apartment where Harriet lived with a roommate. Said roommate had gone away for the weekend, and Harriet was alone with Ira Wahl, at the not-so-tender-mercy of his kiss.

In the dark, Wahl had floundered his way through to the bedroom, still carrying Harriet. He set her on the nearest bed, lying down next to her, still kissing her, feeling the way she responded. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling his head close, preventing his lips from removing themselves from hers. Her own tongue tried teasing his mouth the way his tongue teased hers, and Wahl found her an adept pupil. She was the first woman to properly respond to his kiss, which strengthened his conviction that she wanted him to fuck her.

Forgotten, by Harriet, was the dull person with whom she had spent the evening. All she knew now was the nearness of a man she strangely desired. She didn't bother to try to figure out why she suddenly wanted him. All she knew, all she cared about was to have, to be laid by this man. His presence was warm and reassuring. His simply being there made her feel good all over, and she hadn't begun to remove any clothing.

Remove clothing? What was wrong with her. Harriet had never before allowed a man too many liberties with her. She wanted to remain a virgin for the man she would one day many. Now here she was, thinking in terms of getting laid by a stranger she had only just met. And it was a stranger she had found utterly dull until a few, short moments ago.

But as his hands caressed her cheek and stroked her neck, Harriet knew she would let this stranger, now kissing her, do as he pleased. In fact, she'd tear him apart if he didn't. For some unexplainable reason, heat, starting at her already juicing gash, was raging through her body like a forest fire out of control. She crushed her body to his, feeling the hardness her rubbing box was generating between his thighs, and she knew this was the man who would take her cherry.

As Wahl kissed her, he let his hands lightly wander across her body, touching her through the thin summer dress she was wearing. He could feel her wriggle each time his fingertips came to a sensitive spot. Her body writhed as if in torment, but it was a delicious torment. She twisted and turned under his expert caresses as his palm wandered over her burgeoning tits, stroking one pulsating nipple at a time.

Still his tongue probed into her mouth, making her tingle as it touched her own tongue, lightly brushing the roof of her mouth. When he would have withdrawn his tongue, she sucked it back into her mouth, and Ira Wahl knew she had the made of a superb cocksucker. She sucked his tongue furiously, chewing without biting, using it to fondle against her own, eager to taste what she could of him. She moaned softly in her throat, making light, whimpering sounds as his hands worked at the zipper of her dress. She was anxious for him to remove it so he could warm her thrilled flesh with his masterful caresses.

For a very short while thing went blank, and then Harriet suddenly understood she was totally naked. Not only that, but she could feel the heat of his own naked body crushed against hers. How he managed it she would never remember.

Her tits were full, though a bit small, yet now they seemed to have a life of their own as his marvelous fingers played over them, making her brown nipples swell. He had to literally pull his tongue from her grasping mouth and force her down on the bed so his lips could kiss her heated flesh. She struggled under his oral caress, squirming as his tongue snaked its way beneath her throat, don to her upstanding nipples. He sucked one into his mouth, letting his knowing tongue lick it again and again, making it stretch to its utmost as if with a power all its own.

Her hands pulled at his hair as he began tasting her other nipple, chewing on it until it was almost blood red. He engulfed the entire tit into his hungry mouth, letting his tongue continue to roam across her turgid nipple as it slid to the back of his hungry mouth. Her flesh was a gourmet's delight with a natural scent and taste she hadn't bothered to cover with artificial perfumes.

"Oh, God!" he heard her mutter, using her arms to crush his head against her heated body. "I love you, I love you," she went on, "but if you stop now, I'll kill you."

Wahl had no intention of stopping. He had fucked many women, but until now had never felt passion. This woman, with her almost-unearthly beauty, her natural aroma, and her withering internal heat, was affecting him as no other woman could. He knew she was his soul mate. Once would never be enough. He would have to have her again and again, throughout the rest of his life. He knew at that moment he would many her. What was more, Harriet knew it, too. The fiery, passionate love he felt for her made itself known to her, and she knew she'd never love another as she was loving this man. He was IT.

His hands slid lower, one in front the other in back. He sent bolts of electricity through her pores as his fingers carefully slid across her skin. One hand rubbed the flat plane of her stomach while the other cupped the mounds other ass. His mouth continued its endless work on her swollen nipples, sucking at one up thrust nub, then returning to the other.

Now his mouth released the hold it had on her heaving jugs, and his tongue slowly licked its way down her belly. He could feel her sucking in her breath, trying to hold it, only to lose the hold and release it.

Both hands began moving between her thighs at once, one from in front the other from behind.

The one in front traveled through the curled moss covering her crotch. He could feel the hairs glistening with her lubricant. The liquid was thick and heavy.

Harriet was in a heaven she'd never known existed. The electric thrill of his tongue laying her highly sensitive pussy set her off in all directions at once. When he pressed its flat, slippery surface to the quivering button of her swollen clit, she experienced something totally unknown to her. It started at the V between her thighs and spread like the winds of a cyclone across the rest of her body. She was undergoing the first of a series of mini-climaxes. Each one would raise her to a higher peak in the orgasmic scale.

"Oh, yes," she murmured. "Do it, do it, do it. Don't stop, for God's sake, don't stop!"

Pleased he was reaching her so completely, Ira Wahl had no intention of stopping. His tongue continued working on the delicate flesh of her labes, moving to the hardened, up thrust nub of her clitoris, licking and sucking it, and then returning to the depths of her burning cunt. He found her quim to be a wealth of rich tastes, with a flavor like nectar, drawing him on and on. He pressed his yearning mouth to the elongated split, sucking up the oils it emitted, wanting to push his face all the way into her oozing cunt.

Her hands which up to that time had been gripping the sides of the mattress, now reached down and twisted themselves into his hair. She pulled his face against her hungering hole, at the same time bouncing her body, trying to ram her asshole farther down on the finger embedded in it.

He stopped and, leaning to the side, found a dry spot on her blanket and wiped his cum-soaked face. Then he pulled himself up beside her and lay there, holding her tightly, her face buried in his shoulder, her heated box pressing against his hardened cock.