Ray Strong - The naughty niece

"Who says?"

"There are laws."

"Stupid laws, old-fashioned laws."

"I can't, Tracey," he said, the sweat pouring out in rivers now, drenching his skin as he stared at her naked loveliness beckoning him to touch her, to feel the smooth satin of her flesh and caress the hot, moist gash between her lovely thighs. He could see the way her pussylips pouted so invitingly through the forest of her beaver. The hair was already covered with the rain of her female water, and in the light coming from the TV set he could see the barely visible slice between those puffy labes.

"Sure you can," she urged, moving her body from side to side, letting him see her firm little titties jiggle ever so slightly. "You can because you want to. You want to, and I want you to. And that's all that counts."

"What if… something happens?"

"You mean what if I get pregnant? I won't. I've been on the Pill a long time now."

"Why would you need to take the Pill? Have you been…"

"Have I been fucking around with a lot of other boys? No, Uncle Ira. Even though I lost my cherry to a candle, I'm still a technical virgin. I've been waiting a long time to feel that hot, fat dick of yours inside me. I've kept myself pure for you."

"For me?"

"To be honest it was a toss-up between you and my brother. Much as I like the idea of Marty decking me, I think I'd rather start with your more experienced prick. C'mon, Uncle Ira, let's get things moving. You know you want to fuck me. I can read it in your face. You're doing all you can to hold back. Well, stop holding back. I want it, and I want it now."

"Tracey, no!" he cried, backing away as she slowly came towards him.

"Yes," she insisted. "Yes. Put your hands on me. Feel me. Touch me. Let me touch you. Then fuck me good. Make me come with that fat prick between your legs. Come on, Uncle Ira."

"Tracey, don't do this."

"I'm doing it. I want your cock."

Goddamn her! Goddamn her to hell! She wouldn't let up. She kept insisting he fuck her. He had no will power left, and what was more, she knew it. She was taking advantage of the situation.

He rushed to where she was standing and gathered her seemingly frail body in his huge, gorilla like arms. His mouth came crushing down on hers, and he found her lips parted, her tongue an anxious, striking asp, lashing out at his tongue. He could feel her braces reminding him of her youth, but he was too far gone to think about retreat. She was young, she was tender, but she wanted his cock, and he would give it to her, and give it to her, and give it to her until her cunt was so sore she'd beg him to stop.

Tracey could taste the sourness of the beer on her uncle's breath, but his nearness, the smell of his sweating body, and the way his huge arms surrounded her, holding her slender self tightly against his huge belly, made flames erupt within. He wanted her. He really wanted her as much as she'd thought. Perhaps more. Now was the time to find out.

Her hand reached down and for the first time in her life she felt a cock. There was clothing in the way, but she could feel that hard, tubular extension of meat as it poked against his pants. She wanted to touch his prick, to really feel it, and as his mouth sucked on hers, pulling her tongue inside and chewing on her lips, her hand opened his fly, reached in, snaked through the underpants, and found the hot, hard rod. It was burning hot. She was surprised her flesh didn't sear the burning cock felt so hot. There was more, and she wanted to feel all of it, and as he continued kissing her, one hand gripping her taut, small, round buttcheeks and another running over her budding boobs, she undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. It took both her hands to get the elastic of his under shorts down, temporarily pulling his throbbing cock out of sight until the shorts moved below his groin. Then the spring-loaded pecker came popping up and her hand grabbed it again, squeezing his rod until she was sure she would flatten it out with the pressure she was applying.

She pulled her mouth from his and pressed her lips to his ear, biting his earlobe hard before stabbing her slick, burning tongue into the center of his ear, making him jump.

"Like it?" she asked, breathing heatedly as her hand continued pulling and tugging on the turgid cock. Her other hand was also at his groin, caressing his large, heavy balls, first cuddling them, then squeezing them, sending a mixture of pain and desire shooting through his nuts.

"My God!" he whispered. "Where did you learn to do all these things?"

"I never did them before in my life," she retorted. "But I always dreamed of doing it, and I can tell you, your cock and balls feel better in my hands than I ever imagined."

"Oh, Christ! That feels so terrific."

"Does it really, Uncle Ira?" she teased, her one hand still pulling on his swollen meat while the other almost squashed his balls.

Wahl's eyes were looking down, staring at the juncture of her beautiful, silken thighs, seeing the wet bush of curly cunt hair, and it made his mouth water.

"My God!" he murmured. "It's so unbelievable."

"Shall I squeeze harder, Uncle?"

"Crush them," he begged. "Crush my balls." Strange, hitherto-unknown passions were shooting through his body. The last time he'd felt this aroused was that first time he'd fucked his wife. Prior to that, there had never been a sensation to equal the one he was feeling now.

Colorless nectar was pouring heavily out of her sweet cunt, making her pussy hair look as if she had come out of a shower. Her cuntlips were shining, reflecting the light of the TV set now totally forgotten in the background. She knew he was looking at her flaming snatch, and opened and closed her thighs, increasing his arousal to an even greater pitch. And all the time her two hands continued working on his stiff cock and tight nuts.

"I'm going to hurt you some more," she told him. "I'm going to bite that tasty-looking cock of yours. I'm going to chew on it."

"Yes," he agreed, panting so heavily he could barely speak. "Bite it, chew it, and suck it. Make, me come a dozen times."

"But first I want you to do things to me, Uncle Ira. I took a shower about two hours ago, between TV shows, and I'm clean all over. So I want to feel you lick me all over. Start at my feet. Lick the soles of my feet, nibble my toes, and work your way up."

She fell back on the sofa and raised her feet in his direction, holding them up in the air, smiling wantonly at him, urging him on. He stared at her lovely, small, round tits as they seemed to grow somewhat, as if the hunger in his eyes was all they needed to enlarge. Her own hands were rubbing her nipples, making them fill with blood.

But with her feet up in the air, apart and pointing in his direction, he could stare between them down at the dark, dank center from which oily liquid still came oozing. A ray of light from the TV tube managed to work its way between her thighs and he felt himself salivate as he stared at her pouting cunt mound and slavering labes, made all the more beautiful by the ring of thick, forest like hair surrounding it.

Going to his knees, Wahl grabbed her left foot and kissed the arch, then slowly licked up towards the sole, making her squeal and gyrate with delight. His tongue pressed lightly against the ultra sensitive flesh of her foot, making her sigh with delight.

But all the while his eyes remained locked on her oozing pussy, looking more and more appetizing as the lips opened and closed with her breathing. Her fingers, like light butterflies, played across his shoulders, creating a bewitching sensation, increasing his hunger for her.

"My God!" she whimpered. "My God! It's a million times better than I ever dreamed. Don't stop!"

She panted and gulped as his mouth surrounded her big toe, sucking on it as avidly as she wished to suck on his cock. Then he took a second toe and a third one into his mouth, pressing them with his tongue, making her wriggle them furiously as her body writhed on the couch, her small titties bouncing more and more enticingly. He sucked strong and hard, and soon she was squealing wordless sounds as increased passion ran rampant through her entire body.