Ray Strong - The naughty niece

There were one or two boys in their late teens, still male virgins who, if properly broken in, would be great lovers throughout their lives. Lorelei occasionally played with them as well. And as a result of playing with one of them, a young eighteen-year-old boy named Marty Wahl, she had learned about his uncle, Ira Wahl, a forty-year-old summer bachelor only because Ira's wife had decided to take a European tour with her ladies' club.

Not wanting to make a big thing of it, Lorelei had met Ira Wahl through his nephew and, despite the man's huge belly, had taken an immediate liking to him. He was the last of the "interesting men" she had discovered at the beach resort of summer homes, and after this one last day with Wahl, she intended taking off for other resorts. Never bed with a man more than once, was her motto. It helped avoid emotional involvements.

From the heavy throbbing of Wahl's cock, she could tell that if it remained lodged in her mouth, he would shoot too quickly. And she wanted it no more than Wahl at that moment, so with one final strong suck, she parted her lips and withdrew his heavy, thick, tasty rod. She had sucked enough. It was time for him to perform. And she knew he would, with no urging on her part. It was one of the things that made him her type of lover.

She lay back on the bed and he towered above her, not only tall but wide, yet she wasn't afraid. For all his weight she knew he would keep himself carefully balanced, probably putting less weight on her than a man fifty pounds lighter.

Her thighs parted, revealing the young, moist smoothness of her ripe young inner labes. Heavy cream began seeping out and forming a constant line down her left cuntlip to her inner thigh onto the bed.

Wahl kneeled between her legs, pointed his spring-loaded cock, aimed, and with a single hard thrust, was m. He paused for an instant, savoring the way her cunt walls fought him, making him shudder. And Lorelei trembled as well, feeling his meaty tool plunge into her clinging hole, sensitizing every bit of flesh it touched. Then he began a regular rhythm of attacking and retreating, letting her hips adjust to the throbbing fuck-beat. Each inward plunge of his dick was sheer rapture, each withdrawal was heavenly bliss. Her hips instantly sensed the beat and picked it up, rising to meet his downward pressure, backing away as he lifted himself.

Yes, Lorelei was proud of herself, once more guessing right. He was interested in seeing to it she enjoyed the fuck, knowing he would come without any trouble. The screw would be equally enjoyable for the both of them.

It would also be enjoyable to the two girls watching from the other room. Each one felt her own sensitive slit beginning to seep slick liquid as she watched the way the man's thick cock sliced into the woman's split and sank its full length into her cunt.

In and out, in and out, his hips rotated against her thighs as his solid cock pistoned its way trough her simmering snatch, increasing the tension and heat in both of them. She could sense the tension screwing its way through his hip and thigh muscles, and it made the pleasurable sensations she was receiving all the better. With all his weight pressing on his arms and knees, he still managed to bring his face to hers. Their mouths came together in a long, lingering kiss, and once again Lorelei gave herself a mental pat on the back. The man's tongue swabbed through her mouth right after she'd finished sucking his peter, showing he was no sissy. His tongue lashed hers, licking her lips, teasing her palate, tasting her gums, touching her teeth.

She rotated her butt gently, making her sweet pussy tug on his dong as it continued prodding its way in and out, all but locking into her tight twat. It gripped the probing plunger with gentle, shuddering force as their flesh rubbed one against the other. He was controlling himself, but barely, his heavy chest skimming against the sensitized points of her pebble like tits.

Now his flesh was concentrating on the multitude of rapturous sensations shooting through it. His sliding cock could feel the contractions of her tight, crushing pussy walls while enjoying the sensations created by the touch of her inner and outer cuntlips. The jungles of crotch hair met again and again, each scrubbing the other, teasing and tantalizing. The very tip of his plunging cock seemed separated from the rest of him as it continued traveling in and out of the tight, watery bog, twitching, shivering, wanting to travel through her belly to her heart.

And Lorelei felt the impinging prick point stab its way through her tender cunt again and again, slurping in with sucking sounds, almost popping out as it withdrew. When he threw all his weight on one hand and reached down with his other to massage her tender cunt, she exploded then and there.

It was her first orgasm of the afternoon, and it was a good, strong, overpowering climax.

"Don't come," she whispered, well aware he knew she had peaked. "Don't come just yet. Hold off awhile longer and it'll be better. You'll see."

"I'll do my best," he promised hoarsely. "That's all I can say."

She smiled up at him, knowing his saying it was as good as his doing it. She knew her men, and this was a perfect example of the kind she liked best. She had no intention of getting married at this early age. She wanted to enjoy many more whangs like the one softly riding through her creaming cunt. By the time she was ready for marriage, the man would be old enough to be as understanding as the one fucking her right now.

His arms swept under her thighs, raising them high and carrying them over his shoulders. This way he was able to put the littlest bit more weight against her without her feeling pressure. One hand grabbed a buttcheek and squeezed, while the other hand's forefinger pressed itself against her quivering asshole, and Lorelei had her second orgasm of the afternoon. And it was one helluva come. Wahl could tell she was climaxing madly, not only in her squishy cunt, where his lodged cock could feel the crushing pressure of her pussy, but in her entire body. Her fingers and toes clenched; her nostrils quivered and dilated, her teeth gritted together, her thighs crushed his body tightly to hers, as her eyes widened and she gasped. Her head spun to one side, and suddenly his mouth was down on her ear, his tongue lancing into it, making her thrill with even greater rapture as she climbed to the height of her orgasm and then slowly, ever so slowly, floated down. The hot tongue continued licking in, making her shudder with ecstatic pleasure as she settled down.

"Me on top," she suddenly whispered. "Don't pull out of my cunt. Keep it locked in me."

Her thighs wrapped themselves around his body, and even as her cunt was cooling from the previous plunging, they spun. They spun quickly, and suddenly she was on top, her thighs wide open as he rested for a moment. And then she began rising and falling as she sat up straight, letting his knifing cock run through her clinging hole as she bounced up and down on it. Once again her cunt walls gripped his prick tightly, making sucking sounds as she fucked up and down its full length.

She smiled down on him, thrilling to the total skewering of his punching prong in her flaming quim. As she rose, she began rotating her hips, spiraling again on the way down. He was good, a really good fuck. Most younger men would have popped two loads by now with no strength to do more. Yet here he was, in good control of his orgasm as she fucked herself on his cock, moving up and down with measured rapidity. Her own horniness was building again, and it would only be a matter of time before her third climax took complete control of her body.

"Good God!" one of the two peeping girls whispered to the other. "Look at the way your father's holding out. Gee! He's terrific."