Ray Strong - The naughty niece

To Ira, it was a new sort of ecstatic bliss. Whoever said all cats were gray in the dark was crazy. Every pussy was different, but Tracey's was even more different than the others. Ira Wahl's tastes had always run to plump women, much like his wife, Harriet. This was the first time he had fucked a very slender female, and the sensation was to him as if he were being laid for the very first time. The taut narrowness of her clutching snatch, added to the greater room between her thighs, drove him mad with delight. She felt so delicate, so fragile, as if she would crack if he leaned on her too heavily. And her youthful cunt muscles, developed when she probed into herself with the candle, now squeezed his cock with a fierceness no other woman had ever matched.

He threw his full weight on her, letting his heavy stomach slam into her, and he could hear her gasp. Yet her body remained both firm and resilient, her gasp being one of ecstatic wonder at the sensation of his meaty prick driving into her twat rather than one of surprise at the pressure of his weight. He felt the way his thick rod seemed to just barely snug into her youthful cunt, his hard, heavy balls slamming against her perineum, actually touching the crack in her ass.

Tracey felt the weight of his nuts slam against her asscheeks and wished her asshole could widen enough to gobble up his balls while her cunt swallowed his throbbing dong.

"Fuck me hard!" she begged. "Fuck me deep!"

"Better believe it," Wahl promised, and slammed his heavy prick deeply into her fuming hole.

She sighed as he slid his rod back only to hammer it home again, repeating the action with strong consistency. She thrilled to the way his dick continually pistoned in and out of her horny snatch, making loud slurping sounds because the fit was so tight.

She thought about her brother's cock and wondered if it was as thick as her uncle's. She doubted it. She hadn't seen Marty's prong for a long time, now. He was always prudish about dressing behind closed doors.

She heaved her crotch straight up in spite of the weight on top of her, matching the lunges of her uncle's mighty prick stroke for stroke, and when she once again wrapped her arms around his neck, she felt his mouth seek hers. The taste and smell of beer, normally abhorrent to her, was fantastically arousing. She remembered feeling those lips she was now kissing when they had kissed the lips of her hungry cunt. He had used this same mouth to drink the flowing nectar running from her twat, and in her own mind, mingled with the taste of the beer, was the fabulous flavor of her cunt, the same cunt his heavy cock was fucking at that moment.

His tongue sliced into her mouth, licking this way and that, lapping at the insides of her cheeks, licking her gums, tickling her palate, raking across her teeth. It was as if this were truly the first time she was aware of the marvel of a licking tongue, the slick search of the oral digit reaching into the depths of her own mouth.

His rigid prick lanced heavily into her squeezing, juicing cunt, and his tongue speared almost as weightily into her mouth. He was keeping the motion of his throbbing cock constant with his slithery tongue, timing both beats in an ecstatic, lustful fuck-rhythm that drove her into rapturous heaven.

Tracey bounced wildly under the weight of her uncle's stomach, finding him more and more arousing with each passing second, congratulating herself on insisting he be the one to fuck her first. She rode his punching prong, kicking his ass with her heels as if attempting to urge another, nonexistent inch of dick into her box. The heavy roundness of his ass seemed like natural cushions for her pounding heels, and she tautened her body all the more as she kicked them, making him fuck into her even harder.

Wahl's thick cock became a mad, plunging piston, shaking her fuck-tunnel with every powerful in thrust. Her small, firm titties shook wildly each time the knob of his steaming cock slammed into the end of her cunt, and her asscheeks automatically tightened each time she felt his balls slap against them.

"Oh, Jesus!" he muttered. "This time I'm gonna come."

He ran his heavy dong almost straight down into what was now an up thrust pussy, and she rotated her tight cunt around the stem as she felt the helmetlike knob begin to swell even more. It was getting to be too much for her, as well. Her own orgasm was mere seconds away.

He shot his boiling seed into his niece's frothing cunt. Tracey squealed, feeling the flaming blast of his jizz. She felt her uncle's dick blast again and again, and she thrilled to the hot fuck juice squirting against the end of her cunt. She felt the heavy stream of its sticky wetness coat her sheath, seeming to fill her womanly hole completely.

"Oh, God!" Tracey squeaked, using her knees to press deeply into Wahl's sides, determined to keep his prick locked into her until she had her own orgasm. Her heels pounded on his ass, kicking hard.

"Shoot it, Uncle!" she gasped. "Shoot all of it into me! Fill my cunt with your jizz! Just let me tighten my cunt around that cock of yours… ooooh… yeah… I can feel… it. It's there! That cock of yours is gonna make me COMMMME!!"

The magic moment was there, exploding with all the violence of a newborn volcano. Her cunt began vibrating like a tuning fork gone wild as the feeling swelled inside her cum-filled twat, and from there through the rest of her body. She rode to the top of eternity, enjoying a climax that was ultimate, wondering why she had never been able to attain such a feeling before.

And then, slowly, wonderingly, her orgasm began to settle. And as it settled, she slowly brought her legs down along his hips, making every touch a feathery caress along the length of his own tense loins.

Wahl, aware of his weight, wanted to roll off the girl. But at that moment, Tracey felt herself capable of bearing him and held him in place with her hands.

"I'll crush you," he whispered hoarsely.

"Crush me," she begged. "I want more."

"Tracey, I'm not a young man any more. I don't have your kind of stamina."

"Tonight you will," she promised. "Tonight we'll go to your bedroom where we have the rest of the night to fuck again and again."

"You have more faith in me than I have in myself."

"I just think you still want me, even after that great come of yours."

"Wanting and doing are two different thins."

"You'll do," she promised, releasing him, letting him stand up as he withdrew his prick from her bubbling snatch.

He looked down and saw his rod was already beginning to harden again. He couldn't believe it. He hadn't been this virile in years. It was only in those first ten years of marriage that he'd been able to raise hard-on after hard-on, and now he was doing it again.

He realized then it was because, in his own way, he loved little Tracey, just as he had loved Harriet right from the start. And as he followed her to his bedroom, he also realized he would probably be able to do as much with his daughter, because now he could admit he wanted to fuck her.

All four members of the summer cottage slept late the following morning. It was Pam who awoke first, and after she'd finished in the bathroom, ending up with a cool shower, she peered into the bedroom she shared with Tracey. It was empty. What was more, the TV set in the living room was still on. She turned the set off, noticing Tracey's bikini was scattered around the room. So was her father's clothing.

Her father? Tracey? Could it be, already?

She looked into her father's bedroom, and low and behold, there he was with his arms wrapped around her cousin, she lying on top of him. The covers were off, and she could see her father's cock, which had hardened while they'd slept, was still in Tracey's cunt. Here it was, her opportunity, and she wasn't going to lose it.