Ray Strong - The naughty niece

Entering the bedroom, she tiptoed over to the bed and carefully unwrapped her father's arms from around Tracey. He moved a little, but it was obvious he'd had one helluva fuck-session with her the previous evening, and was too tired to awaken. But his cock was stiff and solid, and this was as good a time as any to make use of it.

Shaking Tracey awake, she held her fingers to her lips and helped her up and off her father's thick dick. Tracey looked at her with surprise, fully aware of what she intended doing. She wanted to watch, but Pam shook her head. This first time with her father she wanted him alone.

Shrugging, Tracey left, and Pam closed the door. She stared at her father's cock and her mouth watered. She wanted to taste it, but would wait awhile longer. She had licked Marty's cock the previous night, but she hadn't done any actual sucking. This time she wanted to suck, curious if men really enjoyed feeling a hot tongue against the bottom of their cocks while her lips squeezed as tightly as any cunt. She would find out soon enough.

But first, she wanted to feel the thickness of his heavy prick inside her cunt. Her father's cock was a lot thicker than Marty's, even if it wasn't as long. So she mounted him and began rubbing the twitching head of his already leaking dong against her aching pussylips.

Ira Wahl was having the most fantastic erotic dream. He was dreaming he was about to fuck his own daughter, Pam. Hell, he'd dreamed it often enough, but, it had never seemed satisfying before. At least with Tracey it hadn't been a dream and so had been more than satisfying.

Tracey? Yes, he had fucked Niece Tracey all through the night. He wasn't the least bit contrite about it, as he should have been. In fact, he wanted more of her hot pussy, and though his eyes were closed, he could feel Tracey's body hovering over his. Strange, but Tracey had felt so much more slender the previous night.

He opened his eyes and was startled to see Pam, his daughter, naked, with her huge, round tits bobbing back and forth as she reached don with her hand to try fitting his cock into her hole. But her twat was too dry. She needed lubrication. No longer able to resist after what he'd been through with Tracey, he said, "Let me make it wet, Pam. I'll fit in much better. You'll see. Lay on the bed, on your belly." And Pam, surprised at seeing her father awake, obeyed him. He was up and on her, pressing his face against her butt, into the crack, and he felt her asscheeks tighten involuntarily, nearly trapping his tongue.

"Up on your knees," he urged, knowing she would be more likely to keep her asscheeks parted kneeling.

She obeyed, and now he had his head on a level with her butt. He could see the pink folds of her snatchlips, glistening with the light, dainty moisture she was now emitting.

Placing his hot, flushed face against the pillows of her buns, he speared his tongue between the pink meat of her cuntlips. Gods! The girl tasted even better than she smelled. Her cunt-cream was both sweet and salty at the same time. He swirled his tongue around and around in her honeypot, feeling her alternately tighten and loosen her ass as the breath shot out of her. Each time his tongue stabbed into her gash, she moved forward for a fraction of a second, then backed into it. His nose touched the flowery bud of her asshole, a crack which had been carefully cleaned beforehand.

Now her steaming cunt was wide open to his questing tongue. He licked furiously, feeling the tender pussy flesh yield to his oral pressure.

"Oh, Dad!" she wailed in pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Please don't stop! It feels so good!"

His lapping tongue found the hard little button of her rigid clitoris and began to lick it almost violently. He pushed his face a bit lower and closer so he could take the solid little member between his hungry lips and suck at it. He rolled the hardened bit of flesh around and around, letting the very tip of his tongue gently play across it.

Her box became more and more wet, lubricating greatly. Her fluid was always thick. It covered Wahl's face, and still he kept gently nibbling at her almost thorn like clit. He thought he'd burn up, wondering if his cock would actually burst into flame and incinerate the rest of him.

Her thighs enclosed his flushed face, squeezing his cheeks until he felt her twat fluids literally slap him as they splashed into him. She was coming, screaming loudly, though he could barely hear anything the way his ears were covered.

Passion overwhelmed him as he pulled his face from the garden where he had been inhaling the floral like fragrances of her cunt. He moved up on his knees, squirming his hips as he pressed against her, feeling his prick worm this way and that, its sightless eye looking for the promised entrance.

For such a tiny girl she had wide hips. Her waist was like her mother's, though not quite as thick.

Wahl looked down for a moment, staring at the way his cock was preparing to plunge into the rosy center of her cunt. He had backed off slightly, and there was some slight space between them.

"Hurry!" she begged. "Oh, please hurry. I can hardly wait!"

He spread her soft, round asscheeks so he could see her tender snatch more clearly. And then, all of a sudden, he plunged forward, the head of his cock leading the way, plunging unerringly into the warm liquidity of her surrounding cunt, rushing into the junction of her pussy, feeling its smooth, warm, wet walls inundating and swallowing up his dong.

"Oh, God!" Pam called out, her face pressed into the pillow, her mouth biting into it.

Her soft, marble-white body slammed back against him, her rubbery asscheeks slapping against his thighs. Now the skin was blushing a furious shade of dark pink. She began to automatically churn her loins, using them to surround the balance of his thighs, jamming the corridor of her creaming cunt even farther back on his impaling rod.

Wahl's hands grabbed Pam's thick waist as he relentlessly drove his pile-driving prong info the clinging depths of her hungering pussy. His body was sweating profusely, and he could, feel the film of perspiration covering her, as well.

His cock was a delightful excruciation as it thundered into the stretching sheath of her syrupy cunt. Against the front of his thighs, her rounded buttcheeks moved slickly.

Pam was gasping, losing all control of herself. Wahl stared at the line down the center of her back, his body overwhelmed with lust. Now he slammed against her even harder, and what little of his cock that had not entered her hole earlier, now filled her box completely. He could feel her fiery labes rub the heavy hair around his prong, and, digging his fingers into her hips, he tried holding her in place as he fucked away.

Wahl thrust his inflamed poker into her foaming box to its limit, and her quim seemed to swallow up his stiff tool as her hips rammed themselves back into his thighs.

Putting her weight on her shoulders and head, Pam, with her beautiful ass up thrust to meet her father's pounding crotch, reached beneath her with her hands and used her fingertips to scrape along his pendulous balls. She felt them in her palm, then rubbed them, feeling how her fingers touching his wrinkled nuts seemed to spur him on to faster plunges.

Every forward lunge of her father's cock, which filled her pussy almost to overflowing, actually moved her forward on the bed. To Pam it was as if a battering ram was working away inside her snatch. Her legs were spread as far apart as possible so she could fully enjoy his plunger, enjoy the superb feeling of pleasure his cock was imparting. Her body was a labyrinth of delightful, sensual feeling. No matter how many times he crammed his meat into the depths of her cunt he met only with sounds of sighs urging him on. Tiny as her twat was, she was able to handle the complete length of his cock, as she'd taken Marty's.