Ray Strong - The naughty niece

Finishing his shower, Marty dried himself off, then peered out the bathroom door. He could hear the TV set on in the living room, which was out of sight where he stood. He assumed both girls were in there, watching television, and with only a towel around his waist, returned to his room. He entered quickly, shutting the door and whipping the towel off. A faint streetlight came slanting in through the lower half of his open window. It didn't cut across his bed, so he had no idea Pam was in the room with him. He had an idea she'd be making her move soon enough after what he'll heard coming from the bedroom window earlier in the day, but he didn't know when. So he decided he'd relax and make things easy for her. Maybe she'd come into his room tonight, or maybe she'd get cold feet. If she did, he'd have to go into her room and ball her right in front of his sister, which, come to think of it, wasn't the worst idea in the world.

Walking over to the window, he enjoyed the feel of the light sea breeze blowing in off the ocean a few blocks away. It blew through his fevered crotch which the cold shower had not helped at all, and it dried what few beads of water were still there, missed by his careless towel.

Turning towards the bed, he threw himself on it and beard an "ouch!" as he felt something soft resist his lying down.

"What the hell…"

"It's only me, Marty," he heard Pam's voice.

"Pam," he whispered back, playing the game she had started. "What are you doing in here?"

"Waiting for you," she replied. "You take long showers."

She sat up, pulling the covers off her upper body and pressing her full, hot, swollen tits against his back. Her hands snaked around him and her palms pressed themselves against his nipples while her mouth kissed his shoulder.

"Hey, Pam, I mean…"

"Marty," she whispered, breathing in his ear, "you're a big boy now, and I'm a big girl. So before you ask, yes, I know what I'm doing. If I don't appeal to you, say so and I'll go. I mean, I'm not going to stay where I'm not wanted. But if you're half as hot for me as I am for you, let's stop wasting time and get down to it."

"Hell, yeah," he murmured, twisting around and suddenly finding her full, hot mouth branding itself on his.

His throbbing prick, which had been at half-mast all through the shower, now sprang to instant attention. And it shuddered between his thighs as her groping hand reached down and felt it.

God, his cock was really big! Pam thought, wondering if she would be able to take it all.

Their tongues encircled one another like fighting cobras as her hand squeezed his cock again and again, thrilling to the pulsations she could feel from within. Her grip was so tight she appeared afraid to let go, as if she would completely lose his dick if it slipped from her grasp. And the harder she squeezed his vibrating prick, the harder she pressed her mouth against his, literally ramming his lips into his teeth.

"God!" she whispered, still kissing him. "I've thought about this for such a long time."

"Hell!" he replied, his mouth still jammed to hers. "We've been here a week. It sure took you long enough to let me know."

"I thought you were only interested in lifting weights," was her answer, her left hand wandering across his chest, feeling the solidity of his pectorals. He turned to face her, his right hand encircling her naked back, feeling the hot, yearning flesh of her body. Meanwhile, her hand began jerking reflexively on the hard, fat length of his solid dick as she now pressed the swollen nipples of her full jugs hard against his own solid, as yet hair less, chest.

Her mouth all but screamed for more kissing, and he gave it to her, hot and hard, letting his tongue whip frenziedly through her wide-open mouth, attacking it with her own tongue. Then, just as suddenly, her mouth pulled away from his and pressed itself to his ear, whispering heated words of love and adoration to him while her hand continued its jerking and squeezing of his shuddering cock.

Marty grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from him for a moment, the better to stare at her. His eyes had become accustomed to the darkness, and he could make her out very clearly. The hard, upstanding nipples of her solid, yet velvety tits stood out like guiding lights to him, and he wanted to drop his head down and swallow both boobs at once. God! They looked so absolutely beautiful. His face came down and sank itself between them, and she released the hold she had on his prick to squeeze both sides of her huge knockers against his cheeks, his flushed cheeks, enveloping his face completely into her hungering body. She shivered as she felt his tongue lick out on either side, lapping at the flesh. She kissed the top of his head, then his forehead, then pulled his face from between her mountainous boobs and pressed her mouth to his again as her full jugs rubbed against his chest.

She wanted to feel his solid boner again, but couldn't bear to take her hands from his body.

She forced him to lie down on the bed, then began rubbing her heated nipples all over his body, arousing him all the more as they seemed to blaze with fire. Little by little she worked her rubbing boobs lower until she could feel his hard cock probing between them. She used her hands to press the pulsing prick more firmly into the valley of her cleavage, stuffing a nipple into each side of his groin, letting the flaming nails of hard flesh press into the flesh of his balls from both sides.

Marty writhed in mad exultation, the sensation as new to him as it was to Pam, who was doing it instinctively. The heat of her full tits pressing on his beating prick was something he never before imagined. And when she began moving her body around, shoving the heavy tit-flesh up and down, and then from side to side, he was almost certain he was going to shoot a fast load. He looked down the length of his body and saw the way his swollen, crimson knob protruded from between her fabulous tits, alternately bloating and receding as blood pumped savagely into his thick cockshaft. The crown appeared ready to explode it swelled to such fantastic size, riding in and out of the silken valley between her squeezed-together tits.

At one point she stopped bobbing up and down while on the downward move, and her head lowered. She stared at the tower of throbbing cock, watching the leaking lubricant slowly seep from its head. She recalled how good Tracey's pussy juice had tasted, licked her lips, then stuck out her tongue and let it touch the quivering tip of his expanding rod. The sensation was as if someone had probed into the tip of his cock with a hotwire.

He jumped and yelled, then brought his hands down on her head, gathering her hair in his fingers and twisting them through, pushing her head lower. Pam's tongue began licking at his dick like a starving calf at a salt pillar, her blisteringly hot tongue lapping around and around the spongy knob as it stood resolutely up from between her full tits.

"Oh, shit!" was all Marty could say, almost completely lost in the sensation of her sucking lips.

Hell! Who was seducing whom? He was the man. Seduction was supposed to be his job. Well, hot damn, she may have started it, but he intended finishing it his way.

Grabbing her under the arms, he pulled her up, suddenly and abruptly, the spearing, solid length of his hot cock sliding along her burning body as he yanked her towards him. He turned her on her side and pressed her against him, his meaty cock now pressed upright between their bellies. Pam was shuddering and sighing, not knowing what to do with her mouth now that the tip of his cock was not around to be licked. She clutched him all the more tightly to her, her fingertips digging into his flesh, slowly undulating her hips to better feel the pressure of that steel like rod against her navel.