Ray Strong - The naughty niece

"Is it always like this?" she asked, her body shivering as she clutched him to her. "Does it always feel this good?"

"It can feel a lot better once we get rid of that hymen," he replied.

"How can anything be better?" she wanted to know.

"It can," he assured her. "The secret is to enjoy everything. Enjoying the doing is as important as enjoying being done to."

"I've never let a man touch me before," she confessed. "I've always been a sort of prude. I'm almost ashamed to admit you're the first man I've ever let go this far."

"It isn't finished, Harriet. This is the beginning of a lifetime of good things, provided you're willing to do as I say."

"Anything," she promised, having completed the throes of her after-climax, feeling her body beginning to heat with desire all over again.

"You have to do for me what I did for you."

"Oh, yes! Yes!"

Without Wahl's saying a word, Harriet slid from his arms and moved her head along his body, letting her tongue do to him what his had done to her earlier. It dithered along his chest, pausing only to tickle both nipples before continuing along his stomach. Her mouth was actually eager to taste him, because she moved past his stomach, opened her mouth wide, and slowly brought it down to cover the knob of his throbbing rod. Harriet seemed to thrive on the taste of his pre-cum, and licked it up eagerly. Her lips tightened around the knob of his pulsating cock, careful not to hurt it with her teeth. Her tongue moved like an eel, winding its way around the shaft, moving ever lower, and then she began to suck while her head bobbed up and down furiously.

Now, his head on the bed pillow, had a clear view of what Harriet was doing, and felt the blowjob all the more since he could see the action. Though the lights in the room were off, light came in through the window near the bed, and he could see everything.

Harriet was sucking his burning prong as naturally as if she had gone down on men all her life, yet instinctively Wahl knew she had told the truth. His was the first cock she had ever seen, much less touched or tasted. And was she ever good! Her lips tantalized his corona each time her head came up, and her tongue teased the underside of his pulsating shaft each time her head moved down. She was eating his meat because she enjoyed it, and not because she merely wanted to please him. This time her head dipped lower, she took in a little more of his twitching tool, until he felt her cushioned lips touch the hairy base of his rod. Now she let her teeth nibble on the root of his throbbing hard-on, biting without hurting, but just enough to make the burning sensation increase. He could feel the back of her throat caress the point of his flaming poker, and more pre-cum gushed from his sperm-slit into her waiting throat.

Then her entire mouth slid up, revealing his spit-soaked cockshaft for an instant before her head dipped down again, her wide, hungry mouth engulfing his hot tool. At the bottom of his cock there was a sensitive nerve, and Harriet's questing tongue seemed to feel it throb. She applied oral pressure there, her stretched lips crushing against the base.

God! Wahl thought. A woman looked her most beautiful when she was sucking on a cock.

And as far as he was concerned, it was true. As lovely as Harriet's face had been before, it was all the lovelier to him now as her hollowed cheeks and draining lips pulled on his roasting cock. She looked like a Goddess.

To Harriet the sensation was new, but delightful. She had no idea sucking a prick could offer so much pleasure. She gobbled his meat with so much joy it no longer occurred to her what she was doing was for someone else's pleasure rather than her own.

Her hands rubbed against the sensitive sac beneath his prong, and she could feel it tightening against his body. She was amazed that the longer his cock grew, the smaller his scrotum became. But she rubbed the hairy nuts ever so gently as her pursing lips continued sucking on the powerful rod lodged between her jaws. When the knob touched the back of her throat, she was afraid she might experience a gagging sensation, but the thrill of the heated cockhead as it lubricated her gullet made her throat muscles loosen, and she was only sorry the cock wasn't longer so she could swallow it right down.

And then Harriet's throat tightened around Wahl's corona as her tickling tongue shot straight down the shivering shaft. The spongy cockhead felt as if it were in a crusher. The throbbing stick quivered violently as boiling seed suddenly shot out of his nuts, through his poker, into the purpled head, and out of the leaking hole into the back of Harriet's waiting throat. The rock-hard dong jerked furiously as more and more sperm blasted out in a regular pattern. His cock twitched with each rhythmic explosion, blasting out thick, gooey globs of jizz into the heavenly throat of the sucking Harriet.

Harriet drank and drank, barely able to taste the fuck juice as it went down her gullet. It wasn't the vodka-taste she had hoped for, but neither was it unpleasant. Someone had once told her cocksucking was a dirty thing to do, but she didn't feel the least bit unclean.

She sucked until the cock was bone dry, and still it was hard. Wahl pulled his rod away when she prepared to suck again. He threw her on her back, and with his hand touched her virgin twat. It was soaking wet again.

"This time it'll hurt," he warned her. "But it'll hurt only once. And after this it'll never hurt again."

"Hurt me," she begged, lying back, taking hold of his still-rigid prong and guiding it to the hot, puffy gash between her legs.

Wahl felt his cocktip push between her cuntlip. He eased in slowly at first, hearing her whimper with pain as his thick cock spread her tight, virgin walls which were sopping with fluids, easing the way as much as possible.

"It hurts!" she cried. "But it's a good hurt. Ira Wahl, don't you dare stop now!"

Taking a deep breath, he jammed the rest of his hard prick into her hot hole, shredding her cherry. His mouth came down hard on hers as she screamed with the pain. The scream ran into his throat, down his gullet, all the way down to his shuddering loins. It made his pecker vibrate in her pain-filled cunt, and the vibration reawakened the arousal within her.

Harriet's arms circled Wahl's neck, holding him tightly to her, breathing heavily into his mouth as her tongue twisted around his. Then her arms slid down his back, raking long furrows in his flesh until she reached his butt. With the pressure of her fingers, she forced the hairy cheeks of his ass apart, keeping his dick locked inside her torn hole. She rubbed her hairy pussy mound against his crotch, forcing his cock to create friction inside her aching cunt. And then he began fucking her with long, hard strokes.

Harriet held onto his ass, her thighs wide open, her heels digging into the bed, bouncing in rhythm with the pace he'd set, her ass moving in circles as well as up and down, matching him stroke for undulating stroke.

Now Wahl worked his hands beneath her butt cheeks, cupping them, throwing most of his weight on his shoulders, and therefore on her. But Harriet didn't seem to mind. Glorious thrills were working their way into her quim with every thrust of his pumping pole. He plowed into her cunt violently, fucking at a hell-for-leather clip.

Having experienced more than one orgasm that night, Harriet was no longer a stranger to the cuminative feeling, and now expected it. Her body didn't disappoint her as the rampant prick of Ira Wahl continued thundering into her box with the delicacy of a rhino. The orgasm came charging down on her as her fevered snatch continued moving up and down the meaty tool buried in it. Like a mouth it sucked and slurped on the intruding cock. Her butt vibrated against the bed like a jackhammer as her cunt squeezed his unyielding cock in an attempt to either bend it or break it.