Ray Strong - The naughty niece

Her body was a vibrating mass of wanton flesh as she pulled back just enough to fit a hand between them so she could once more encircle his solid hard-on with her grasping fingers. She raised one leg and slowly but surely forced the hard tool between her thighs, letting its meaty head rub against the slick moisture of her parted pussylips. Marty automatically thrust forward, shoving his cock so far between her thighs, it came out in back. And then she clamped her leg tightly together, squeezing the cock so tightly his oily seepage came oozing out to coat the cheeks of her ass as his prong-tip rubbed between the bottom of the heavy buns.

The downy beard of pussy hair was moistly pressing against the top of his quivering rod, and the surrounding lips of her slick twat separated and nibbled along the top of his stiff cock. When she began easing her body forward and back, it was like a slurping tongue running the full length of his simmering prick. Heavy cunt oil came dripping out and soaked the entire length of prick, his hairy crotch, and the bloated sac of balls below, as well. Each time she slid forward and back, the hard cock twitched violently between her sucking labes, making them wish his tool was buried inside instead of running along the outer lips, teasing them. She was doing it purposely, moving with an insane slowness, letting the mushroom like cap of cock slide from the front of her sweet pussy to the rear and up into the crack of her ass. Her cuntlips sucked on every inch of dick along the way. It was a maddening sensation, a teasing sensation, and though Marty didn't know it, it was the kind of thrill many men never experience in a lifetime of fucking. Pam was a Wahl, all right. She took to fucking as readily as her mother had when her father had popped her cherry. And the crushing pressure on his twitching cock was so great, Marty swore he thought his balls would explode.

Suddenly no longer able to stand the constant teasing, Marty grabbed both of his cousin's asscheeks and spun so he was on the mattress with Pam sitting astride his solid belly, his cock still pressed lengthwise into the crevice of her cunt and ass.

"What's with you, cuz?" she asked. "Can't take a little cunt-teasing?"

"Jesus!" he muttered. "You act like you're really experienced."

"When my blood comes out all over your bed, you'll know how experienced I am," she laughed. "Come on, Marty. Fuck me. Fuck me good. Make it good the first time."

"I'll make it good," Marty assured her. "But, Pam, I'm gonna fuck you. You aren't gonna fuck…"

Before she realized it, she was on her back on the bed and he was on top of her, his mouth kissing her face and throat as the flat of his hand probed between her silken thighs, touching the soft, pouch like mound of her virgin cunt. He could feel the fantastic blast furnace of heat coming from within, incredibly hot to his palm and fingers as he pressed, rubbed and stroked, teasing the pussyflesh carefully, feeling her body, which had tautened when he'd spun her around, suddenly relax and become more and more limp. Her mouth continued eating his, her breath pouring between his lips as if she were attempting to resuscitate him, her tongue stabbing in and out of his mouth as if it were a prick fucking him.

His middle finger pressed against her quivering clitoris, and he could feel the hot bead of pink flesh began to swell and grow as he rubbed it, letting him know she was more than ready for her first fuck. Her hips began undulating in a wild, full rhythm as he continued massaging the swelling tilt. And then he slid his finger lower, feeling the gooey slickness of the tender outer lips of her flaming pussy. He pressed the point of his finger against her never-before-entered cunt mouth. He moved it in a half-inch and felt her tense again, half expecting to immediately feel pain. When the pain didn't come, she slowly began to relax while his finger rested inside her hole for a few minutes. Then it slowly withdrew. He moved the fingertip in and out, like the tongue of an adder striking again and again, slowly but surely making her sweet inner labes part all the more certainly. He became aware of her ever-increasing excitement as she began to feel tingling thrills she had never felt before. Her fully rounded ass began bouncing on the mattress in time to the way his finger was penetrating her pussy as her lips once more glued themselves to his mouth, her tongue literally clutching and twining itself around his tongue for support.

Marty stretched his body above hers, his boom like cock swinging from side to side, and slowly used his knees to force her thighs farther apart. Slowly, very slowly, he pressed himself downward, feeling himself aroused to the point of no return. No matter how she acted or reacted now, she was going to get good and fucked. He could feel the maddeningly soft sensation of her velvety thighs as his rigid cock bounced off one and then the other. The mere knowledge her flaming virgin cunt was there, wide open and less than an inch from his solid prick, waiting only for his thrust, to be delivered by a mere forward plunging of his hips, was nearly too much for him. Sheer will kept him from spraying his load all over her outer cunt.

Pam lay there in the warm evening darkness of the room, her weight on her heels and elbows, ready to return his thrust, knowing the sooner he broke through her cherry the faster the pain would subside. The sensation of the proud hard-on teasing her pussy flesh so boomingly as if still uncertain what came next, made her reach up with her hands and caress his butt, bringing her crotch up another half-inch until she felt the rampant point of his solid knob pressing lightly against her soft, fur-surrounded snatch. It retreated suddenly as if frightened away by a feeling neither of them could understand. But Pam was as determined to lose her cherry as she was to enjoy the oncoming fuck in spite of all she'd heard about the first screw being the most painful.

"Fuck me, Marty," she whispered. "Fuck me good. Shove your cock in me. I know I'm tight in there, but I'll be able to take all of it. You'll see."

Her lips were pressing against his ear, whispering heated words and driving him insane, overcoming his fear of hurting her. She tugged hard on his ass, bringing his cock against her anxious split. This time he moved forward a bit more, pushing the slithery twatlips just the tiniest bit apart until the tip was actually past the outer labes and pressing between her slavering inner pussylips. It moved into her a fraction of an inch, just enough so both could feel and understand the rounded knob pushing gently into her unaltered tunnel.

Marty was ready to pull back again, when Pam reached underneath her thigh and grabbed his cock solidly, holding him in place and preventing him from retreating. His throbbing rod, wet and sticky with their combined juices, remained locked into position for what both of them wanted.

The flowering, spreading lips of her inner pussy, her unentered virgin hole, began to widen as the flaming, slithery head of his prong moved ever-so-slowly forward. She tensed the muscles of her butt in near-panic, trembling with anticipation, looking forward to what was about to happen, yet naturally afraid of the pain she knew she would have to endure. Even so, her desire was far greater than her fear, and she dug her fingers into Marty's ass, urging him more and more deeply into her, feeling the fat, heavy thickness of his cock make itself felt more and more readily the deeper it moved. She forced his tool into her twat a millimeter at a time, the blazing lips of her wanton cunt enclosing the enlarged knob like a sucking pair of oral lips, doing their best to draw his rod deeper inside while experiencing the joint sensations of rapture and pain. The sensations were driving her mad with lust and pain as she once again rotated her hips in an effort to use his prong to widen her fuck-hole. Her tight, unused pussy squeezed his throbbing meat like the fingers of a strong little fist. He could feel her inner flesh stretching as her hole widened a little at a time until his thick, throbbing prick was a third of the way in. It was pressing against her cherry, pulsing strongly, vibrating with a throbbing intensity. Once again Pam's asscheeks squeezed tightly together as if in an effort to repel the invader.