Ray Strong - The naughty niece

Now he speeded up, plunging into her hot, steaming nookie with a near-viciousness. He jack-hammered away at his daughter's sopping box, hearing his thighs slap against the cushions of her ass as she writhed, trying to move circularly on his piercing staff.

Her hands reached back and grabbed, yanking hard on his buttcheeks, tugging his weight into her, bearing everything on her knees and face, wanting to feel him flood her cunt with his jizz so she'd know she was pleasing him as much as he was pleasing her.

Her cunt had become compressed, and his bulbous cock found it difficult to push its way into her hole as it expanded in a torturous enlargement he knew had to end. He fucked and fucked with greater rapidity, hurrying to get his rocks off. The dam inside him suddenly broke, and his spunk flooded through his long, hard tool as he crammed it into his daughter's twat with such wild vigor he wondered why she hadn't actually began to split up the middle. And as he splashed his burning seed into her twitching hole, she muttered, "Thank God! I was beginning to think you'd never come."

With his deflating cock still buried in her box, he collapsed on top of her. She accepted his weight without comment, secure in the knowledge she had pleased her father as much as he'd pleased her.

He lay there, feeling really good, knowing he hadn't felt this way in a long time. Not that Harriet had lost her touch, but the newness of his daughter was what did it for him. She was smaller than Harriet. Her full tits were the full tits of a tiny woman. Harriet's boobs had enlarged somewhat since their marriage, and though she was by no stretch of the imagination a heavy woman, her tits were almost pendulous now. The fact that Pam was the same, and yet different, was why he completely enjoyed fucking her.

"Tell me, Daddy," she said, "do you men really enjoy being sucked?"

"Didn't you like what I did to you with my tongue?" he wanted to know, standing up and walking over to a side table with a decanter of water on it. He poured himself a cup and drank.

"I've never been able to do anything like that," she told him.

"I should hope not," he snapped, his fatherly instincts showing.

"Still," she teased, "I'd like to try sucking your cock."

"I don't think I can get it up again," he said as she approached him.

"Is that so?" she asked, kneeling, and taking her father's cock in her fist. And that was when he realized his prick hadn't really gone down.

The feel of her fingers on his dong made him blush. It made his cock blush as it came erect again.

Pam leaned forward and took the knob of her father's pulsating prick between her lips. The movement almost took him by surprise as he watched her copper hair hide her face from view. But it didn't hide the feeling he had.

Her flicking tongue began licking his rampant rod, and Wahl began to breathe quickly. He could feel the pillows of her lips as they surrounded his enlarged prong. She moved her head forward and took half the burning prick into her mouth, letting her tongue run flatly along the underside. The warmth of her breath felt like jets of heat and the slickness of her saliva made him drool. Her jaws were oversized leeches, pulling at his meaty rod. Her head pulled back and she licked the burning cock. He felt as if this slippery piece of flesh, this tongue, was drawing the very life essence from his body.

Now she began sucking in earnest, pushing her face farther against his body, taking his swollen cock to the back of her tiny throat, pushing her face into his curling crotch hair, letting it tickle her nose as she gobbled. Wahl leaned back against the table, putting his weight on his hands and ass, watching the hungry way his daughter ate his meat. She looked beautiful.

With her teeth she nibbled on the root of his aching cock, and he squirmed. Leaning back, he let his hands rest on her head, running his fingers trough her hair, gently forcing her to keep the entire piece of meat in her mouth. Pam continued her swallowing, letting his lubricant slide down her throat, her heated breath covering his fully extended prick.

His balls were tightening again, and the agony was becoming too much. He fell back on the table, but Pam stayed with him, keeping her mouth locked on his creaming cock, burying her head between his thighs.

Now Wahl was on his back, and began bucking up and down, trying to shove his cock even deeper into his daughter's hungry mouth, but even if there were more room for it, there was no more cock. It couldn't grow any longer.

Her head slid up and her lips pressed on his knob for a moment, and then her mouth went back on down the saliva-shiny staff, and Wahl began to feel his own breath burn. Now as Pam continued sucking, he felt her hands caress his tight nuts, gently fondling the wrinkled sac.

Wahl ground his crotch into Pam's face, crushing her head to him with his hands as he lay on his back, wildly gyrating and pumping up into the air. His head was too far back for him to watch her suck his dick, so he simply shut his eyes and let her continue.

Pam was too engrossed in the way she sucked the rampant tool to watch her father's face. She understood why he had licked her pussy so well. She was enjoying the sucking of his cock as much as he'd enjoyed the eating of her pussy.

The stern of his prick kept jacking in and out of her mouth now, picking up speed. The head was no longer purple but almost a rich red as the back of her throat surrounded it and crushed each time his fiery prong thrust itself in. As it was, the cock was tingling again. His climax was only moments away. His hands pressed very hard now, and she could hardly move it. Her tongue took up most of the work now, lapping at her father's prong and licking at his tightened nuts.

In his belly Wahl could feel the seed beginning to boil. Suddenly his balls began pumping out his load, sending the hot jizz up through his bloated cock at a furious pace.

Wahl gasped, unable to speak or even make a sound, and the way Pam was sucking his prong he knew she was too overwhelmed to even think. Razors seemed to slice through the inner part of his cock as the cum blasted from his cock, exploding into her waiting mouth. She gluttonously swallowed, draining, draining, and draining.

The heavy taste of her father's thick sperm filled her throat, and Pam decided she liked it. She liked it a lot. It was a warm, comforting taste, teasing the back of her tongue with its sticky smoothness. The more she tasted the more she wanted, and as her father's cock began shriveling, her face moved closer and closer to his thighs, keeping the lavender dome pressed against her tongue, squeezing out every last drop of tasty jizz.

Eventually there was no more. No matter how hard she sucked on the completely shrunken piece of meat, she couldn't suck out any more spunk, nor could she get the tool hard again. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and released the flagging prick, then stood next to the table on which her father was now resting.

"Are you sorry, Dad?" she asked, looking into ins eyes.

"I should be, I know," he confessed. "But I'm not. I'm glad. I only wish I'd done it sooner. Does that make me sound totally depraved?"

"Not any more than Tracey or me."

"You know about Tracey?"

"I saw you in here with her this morning. That was what gave me the idea to do what I did. I mean, I've really been wanting you for the longest time, Dad."

"And I guess I've wanted you just as long, honey."

"I think you should know, I gave my cherry to Marty last night."

"Well, after what I did with his sister, I have no right to play the indignant father."

"I just wanted you to know. I mean, both Tracey and I love the both of you a lot. And we want to share the two of you between us."

"I have no objection if Marty is willing."