Ray Strong - The naughty niece

Her screaming into Pam's hole, plus the pressure of her lapping tongue on Pam's sensitive clit soon had the girl in an insane frenzy as she, too, climbed the incomparable rainbow, shuddering and shaking in the throes of some wild, unnamed passion, coming again and again.

Pam had the more intense climax, and an instant after completing her orgasm, she rolled off Marty, his hard cock tugging out of her asshole with the pop of a cork leaving a champagne bottle.

"Marty!" Tracey begged. "Oh, Marty, fuck me! I've been waiting so long to feel you fuck me. Fuck me now!"

Pam lay on the floor, face down, too exhausted for an instant to care what the others did. And Marty, who had been dying to sink his heavy dick into the morass of his sister's tight pussy, got to his feet, then tugged Tracey up and flung her on the bed. He jumped on her, throwing his weight on her body, slamming his hot, hard dick deep into her seething snatch, shoving until his tool was buried in her hole balls deep. He was amazed his sister could take all the cock he had to offer. For a skinny little girl her cunt was very deceptive. His dick was jammed in tight, and he began fucking like a maniac.

"Oh, Christ!" he muttered, feeling the sweat start to form again as his sister's tight little twat sucked strongly on his pumping prong. "Oh, Christ! I knew it'd be good, but I never dreamed it'd be this good!"

"Oh, Marty," his sister sighed. "That's a real supercock. That feels good. Your cock might not be as thick as Uncle's, but it's just as good."

"You mean Uncle Ira's been fucking you?" Marty asked, surprised, but not so surprised he forgot to go on fucking.

"Are you mad?" Tracey asked, her body attuning itself to his thrusts as she pumped her hips high and hard, getting the most she could from every downward plunge of his thrilling cock.

"Shit!" he muttered. "I was scared he'd find out about me and Pam. Now I guess he really can't say anything."

"Not a thing," Pam told him, looking up at him from the floor, "because Daddy's been fucking me, too."

"Christ!" he grunted, slamming his anxious cock into his sister's clinging hole with greater speed. "This is some fucking family!"

"And that's not all," Pam told him, fully snapped out of her lethargy, on her feet and supervising the way he was fucking his sister. "When Mom joins us next week, we hope you'll bang her, too, and make it a real family affair."

Kneeling behind the fucking brother and sister, Pam pushed Marty forward just the least little bit, staring at the way his shuddering cock moved rapidly in and out of his sister's seething quim. The sight inflamed her all over again, and she decided to join the two of them. She leaned forward and placed her hot lips against Tracey's wide-open pussy, her tongue pressed hot and hard against Marty's prick shaft as it drilled back and forth into his sister's frothing snatch, and the sensation made him screw harder.

The combination of Pam's tongue and Marty's pistoning plunger reaming out her flashing pussy was too much for Tracey. She screamed again, heaving her crotch as high as she could, and then her fuming cuntlips tightened their hold on her brother's slashing pecker, and she began coming in a wild, thrashing, screaming fit of insanity that was a single, long, solitary yell. Had Marty not clamped his lips on hem, the entire neighborhood would have heard her as she came. As it was, her scream shook him to his toes.

At the very peak of her orgasm, Tracey went into a faint. Still not used to having prime cock, the sensation of it when combined with Pam's tongue had created a hitherto undreamed of shivering, and she temporarily blanked out.

Marty unplugged his twitching, horny cock from Tracey's sleeping body and automatically returned to Pam. His cousin fell onto the bed beside Tracey, her thighs wide open, saying, "Fuck me good, Marty, just the way you'll fuck my mother when she gets here!"

He spread himself over her and squirmed until his fleshy dick worked its way completely into her clutching pussy. Just as her huge boobs were so different from the feel of Tracey's, so was the inside of Pam's bubbling cunt caressing his slamming, throbbing dick in a different way. Pam's sheath was softer, foamier, sponger. And yet it created greater friction, and the instant he socked his aching cock into Pam's hole, both knew they were going to come. And come they did, he going off first, splashing his spunk through her grasping cunt, spraying slick white sperm all over until she, too, rocketed to her final orgasm of the day.

Harriet Wahl was finding her European vacations more and more boring every year. Her first year hadn't been too terrific. She had met four different men from four different countries and had gone to bed with each of them in turn, only to learn none of them were as good a lay as her own husband. After two weeks, she got disgusted, returned home, and joined Ira at the summer home they had, where she spent the rest of the summer getting good and fucked, but still wishing she had found another good man.

Her husband was a great cocksman, all right. He was the best she'd ever known. True, she had been a virgin when they'd first met, and he had been the first man to lay her. Even so, afterward she had tried out quite a few men and had discovered not one of them came anywhere near her husband. And that was what was so frustrating. After all, had she been able to find some other good fuckers, she would have limited her extramarital affairs to those few men. But every year, even while at home, when Ira was off working somewhere, she would sneak in her share of additional cocks, and not one of them was anywhere near as good as Ira's. And now, off on vacation, she was once more traveling around Europe, seeking what appeared to be an impossible dream.

Last year things had been almost impossible. She had only found two men she thought worth bedding, and though both were excellent lays, neither was a match for her husband.

This year she was limiting herself to England. She was sick and tired of trying to communicate with men in languages she couldn't speak or understand. Perhaps there was a good British subject capable of satisfying her continual, undying lusts.

At the moment she was in the townhouse of Lord Eric Carr, a distinguished nobleman she had met on the plane coming over. He was as different from a British peer as anyone she might have imagined. He was young, perhaps eight years younger than she, and very, very slender. He moved with a certain amount of grace, and seemed to have a lot of stamina. And she knew he admired her.

Harriet was a bit on the heavy side, though far from fat. Her tits were very large now, and very heavy, and though her waistline had gone from twenty-three to twenty-eight, she didn't consider herself too unattractive, especially since her hips and bust both flared to a forty. Her thighs, for all the added weight, were still solid and not fleshy. And she had perfect calves.

She was wearing a white summer blouse with a built-in bra so she wouldn't have to wear any kind of harness. It was too warm for a full bra. And she had on a mid-length summer skirt of green cotton. She wore pantyhose in place of panties and stockings, and her feet were encased in flat-heeled, sensible walking shoes, which made her look small. She was only five foot three, anyway.

Lord Carr had invited her to afternoon tea, and she had graciously accepted, but the moment she entered his home and saw the look in his eyes, she knew he had no intention of drinking tea that afternoon. On the contrary, she could see the quiver of his nostrils as he smelled her perfume, and she was fully aware of his masculine need for her.

Even so, for a while it was a game. He showed her over his entire estate, and when teatime did come around, he ushered her into a small suite of rooms in the west wing of his home. Everything about the place reeked of class. She wondered if an English nobleman fucked with his nose up in the air.