Ray Strong - The naughty niece

"Marty won't have much choice after Tracey finishes with him."

"You're kidding! You mean Tracey and Marty are going to…"

"Is it any crazier than you and me, Daddy?"

"No… I suppose not."

"We can have one heck of a ball all summer. Oh, hell!"

"What's the matter?"

"I just remembered," she told him. "Mom'll probably be up here next week, like she comes every year. That'll put a damper on the whole thing."

"Not necessarily," her father said. "D'you know why your mother goes away every year?"

"No."

"Much as she loves my cock, she gets tired of using the same old one time and again. She goes looking for European lovers, hoping to find someone who can satisfy her as well as I have."

"No kidding! You mean Mom gets her share of outside action the way you do?"

"You know about that?"

"Sure, but who can blame you. Say, if Mom likes getting it from someone else, why don't we let Marty seduce her? That way she can join us."

"Come on, Dad. You have to give a little to geta little. What's the difference whether Mom gets it overseas or here? And this way you get to ball Tracey and me, too. And when we go home, you still get to ball both me and Mom. We'll even have threesomes."

"Why not!" Ira Wahl agreed, shrugging.

There was going to be a problem getting Marty to understand and agree to family fun. Not that Marty didn't want to fuck his sister. He did. He wanted to screw her more than ever, now. And had the two of them been on a desert island, completely away from civilization, Tracey had no doubt she'd have had him in the sack in no time. But with the others constantly around, she knew he'd be afraid to try anything with her. Pam had overpowered him and had broken though his resistance barrier. For that reason Pam would have no trouble popping him into bed again and again. But as long as Marty had that fear of being caught by his cousin or his uncle, he wouldn't go near his sister.

Tracey could have awakened Marty and brought him to her room, letting him peep through the holes behind the pictures at what Uncle Ira was doing with Pam. But that might have turned Marty off completely. He considered Pam his own personal lay, and it wasn't so much the idea she was screwing her father that would bother him, as the idea she was putting out for someone other than himself.

It was a problem. But all problems had solutions. And Tracey decided she had the solution. She would need Pam's help. And Uncle Ira would have to go to the beach for a few hours.

It was well past noon when everyone had brunch. It was a good thing Marty worked out every second day and not every day, or he'd have missed a weight workout. As it was, he felt a lot weaker that afternoon than he had ever felt after lifting weights.

"I'm going to the beach," Ira Wahl announced after they had eaten. He was wearing a pair of bathing trunks and a T-shirt, with sandals on his feet. He took a towel and left.

While Pam and Tracey did the dishes, Marty, feeling somewhat better after a full meal, took a quick shower, then went to his bedroom to rest. He noticed Pam had made his bed with fresh sheets. She was one good kid, Cousin Pam. If she could con Tracey out of the house, maybe he could have another fucking romp with her. Christ! She had been a terrific lay.

As if Pam had read his mind, she came into his room some minutes later and sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand wandered over his shorts, feeling the bulge of his cock. He shivered and said, "What about Tracey?"

"What about Tracey?" Pam asked. "She's a big girl. She understood when I explained it all to her."

"You told her?" Marty asked, astounded.

"Of course," she nodded.

"But she's just a kid! I mean…"

"You mean you'd like to fuck her, too, if you had the guts, but you don't."

"Hey now, you're enough for me, Pam."

"It isn't a question of enough or too much, Marty. It's a question of being able to enjoy someone else. You love Tracey. You want to fuck her. And she admitted to me she wants you to fuck her. So how about not fooling around any more, huh? I mean, if you want, you and I can fuck alone, or, if you're man enough, Tracey can join us."

That was what Marty had wanted in the first place, so he finally said, "bring baby sister on in." Finally, he was going to fuck Tracey, too.

Pam stepped outside the room, and when she returned, she and Tracey were stripped to the skin. They wasted no time in running over to Marty, kissing him, and hastily undressing him. They had tricked him, but he no longer cared. He was already in a lathered heat.

Pam took charge, making Tracey sit next to him. Then she knelt in front of him and took his already rampant cock in both hands, looking up at Tracey and smiling, letting her know Marty was aroused but could use more petting. Tracey gently reached over, her mouth lightly pressing itself to his chest. Her tongue ran straight up his throat, then lightly circled his face, committing his jaw line to memory. Then she returned to his pectorals, letting her lips and tongue dance lightly across the front of his body. Each time her tongue tickled his nipples he felt electricity buzz through his body.

Her tongue was a wondrous delight as it toured his torso, stopping only when a delicious shiver let her know she had touched something ultra sensitive. It took her less than two minutes to discover most of his erogenous zones, and she played on these sensuous areas, lighting bright fires inside him. Marty's rigid cock was already a burning flame and the flame could only be quenched by dunking the fiery tool into a cunt. He needed a blazing twat to suck out the jism fueling his balls.

Pam watched her cousin work, satisfied she was now an expert. She had felt Tracey's mouth on her own body, as Marty well knew, and now his sister's lips were turning him on in a big way. He had no doubt the two girls would play with one another as well as with him. Each was fully aware of the other's needs, and each would work to help meet those needs. In the meantime, he writhed and squirmed under the flicking of Tracey's tongue. The moisture seeping from his cockhead let the girls know he liked it. The large, red knob was already darkening to a rich scarlet as it seemed to swell ever larger. Round and smooth, with a texture not unlike that of their budding nipples, his thick cock must have looked like an old-fashioned cane with a large, round head the way Pam held onto it, letting his oils dribble into her palm so she could smooth her hand across his solid staff. Tiny blue veins seemed to stand out, but when her hands washed across the skin, the pipe like outside seemed to smooth out. His prick was the veteran of a senses of battles recently fought, and the blood vessels created the impression of battle scars. Like the rest of Marty, his hot prick looked rugged.

Pam seemed pleased by the sight of it, and appointed herself the caretaker of his rampant rod. She opened her tiny mouth just wide enough to fit in the puffed-up knob. She purposely kept her lips tightly compressed around the head, creating insane sensations with her tongue. She pushed her head hard, forcing the inflexible staff a bit farther into her slurping mouth, actually groaning from the effort. He soon realized she really couldn't open her tiny lips much wider, and now that the huge dome and part of the unyielding staff of his swollen cock was in her mouth, her cheeks followed as if she were blowing on a trumpet. And her tongue was running along the underside of all the meat contained in her tight mouth. Pam hid sucked cock more efficiently with her father.

Not that Marty was complaining about her mouth being so small and his rock-solid prick finding difficulty in sliding all the way in. He stared down at the pretty face, made all the prettier by the fact that her mouth was stuffed with cock, his cock. Then he noticed the look on his sister's face as she rubbed her lips across his belly, and he knew somebody was doing something right. It just felt good all over.