Ray Strong - The naughty niece

"More!" Harriet begged, realizing this was the first good prick she had ever met after her husband's. It lacked Wahl's thickness, which meant it would never quite be the equal of Ira's, yet considering its size and length, his prick was more than merely adequate.

Although her husband's stamina was nowhere near what it had once been, it was still greater than that of most men she had known, and so Harriet wanted to see if Carr could at least stand up to her husband in that department.

"Suck my cock again and make it hard," Carr suggested, and Harriet, never one to avoid sucking a tasty dick, especially one that had already given her more than a little pleasure, wriggled her body down until her mouth hovered directly over the half-shrunken wand.

Her tongue reached out and licked the spongy knob, and Carr visibly shivered, slightly oversensitive after his last come. Nevertheless, Harriet pressed her lips hard against the shaft and kissed it along its full length, actually feeling the veins within pressing against her tongue. She lapped lower, moving to his scrotum, feeling the roundness of his balls with her tongue, slowly sucking first one ball into her mouth, and then the other. Some residue of jizz that had fallen on the hairy sac was quickly snapped up and swallowed. She liked the way his fuck-cream tasted.

Now her tongue began to slowly climb up the solid shaft of cock to the pulsing dome, where she ran her hot, wet tongue into the slit like opening and tasted the mixture of spunk and lubricant, finding it delicious on her tongue. It had a bit of a tang to it, making it taste different from her husband's.

Hungrily she curled her tongue around the skinny rod, using her tongue to stroke and caress it, alter which she once more pulled it deep into her mouth, sucking her cheeks so far in they rubbed the sides of the fuck-pole as the rubbery dome massaged the soft cup of her yearning throat.

Pulling his tool deeper, she opened her esophagus and swallowed the elastic head in, letting her gullet close around the knob and squeeze, building one delightful sensation after another, making the blood rush to the trembling tool until it was ramrod stiff. Nodding her head up and down in a slow, rhythmic way, Harriet gobbled his meat methodically, feeling at that moment as if she could swallow all his dick into her belly.

Carr was plunging his cock into her mouth with harder, heavier strokes, ramming his crotch into her face with a strong, sensuous rhythm, gripping her head tightly with his fingers as he fucked her mouth. He wanted to sit up and really get a grip on her hair, but Harriet pushed her arms against his efforts to rise, forcing him back on the bed as her lips continued their hungry nibbling of his pulsing cock.

She felt the throbs at the bottom of his solid staff, letting her know if she continued sucking his rod, he'd soon give her another dose of tasty spunk. She wanted his load in her cunt, along with the other one.

Jumping up, she sat on him, feeling the knobby point of his slender cock press against the entrance to her seething pussy. Reaching down with one hand, she steered the head of his cock straight into her steaming cunt. His spongy knob moved through the buttery folds of her smoking pussy as she gave a downward hunch to her body and rotating her ass at the same time.

Once again, the unbending cock, as solid as a steel pike, eased into her slushy, slurping pussy, sliding up and in until the top of her puffy cunt surrounded the base of his throbbing prick. She felt the large size of his heavy balls underneath, the hairs tickling her leaking gash as well as the lower part of her asscheeks. God mighty, it felt so fabulous!

She spun circularly on the pumping prick, sitting upright, letting him get a good glimpse of her bouncing tits as they slammed against her body again and again. Her knees gripped the sides of his thighs tightly as she rode up and down on his fuck-stick, twisting and grinding all the way.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she kept chanting, bouncing wildly on the slender, solid shaft of cock.

His hands gripped her full, fleshy asscheeks as she bounced more rapidly, moving a shorter distance now as she speeded up her wild bouncing.

"You're quite the hot… bitch," Eric Carr muttered through gnashed teeth as he struggled to keep up with her ass-grinding pace.

"Better believe it!" she almost screamed, leaning forward, letting her tits press into his chest as her arms gripped him tightly and she speeded up her wild downward plunging.

Suddenly he was coming again, shooting another full wad up into her frothing hole, and the feeling of hot jism soaking her cunt was all she needed to trigger another blistering orgasm. She came wildly, spinning on the staff of his up thrust cock, feeling it slowly yield, as if his jizz was all there was to keep it rampant, and now that it was leaving, the cock lacked support.

It was good, very good, but she needed more. Her orgasms had not been nearly as intense as with her husband, and as a result she would need a lot more of them to totally sate her.

When the wormlike prick finally fell out of her steaming hole, she fell back on the large bed, meaning to rest awhile and go back to work on his lordship. But Eric Carr had already fallen asleep, and Harriet knew from experience that when a man fell asleep right on the heels of a fuck, the last thing he felt like doing on awakening was to pick up where he left off.

Sighing, she looked at the sleeping Lord Eric Carr. He had been the best of the outside lot to date. But he still wasn't nearly as competent a fuck as her own husband, Ira. What a pity, what a damn pity. He wasn't half-bad, but neither was he that good when one came right down to it. Her cunt needed more than an occasional poke. Ira had seen to that. He had addicted her to good fucking, and anything less was like adulterated heroin to a drug addict.

It was no use. She would have to go back to the summer cottage and let Ira fuck all the frustration out of her, as usual. Well, what the hell, she'd had her usual summer fling, and this one had finally ended up better than the others, though still not nearly as good as she had hoped.

Getting up, she quietly dressed, then left Lord Carr where he lay, letting herself out. She would catch a cab, go back to her hotel, and finger-fuck herself to sleep. But tomorrow she would pack and kiss England good-bye. Hello, America, once again.

"Your mother's coming home today," Ira Wahl told Pam as he drove his stiff meat into her steaming cunt from behind. Both were standing up, she bent over the bed and leaning on it with her hands while her father's thick prick slammed itself as far up into her hungering cunt as possible.

Tracey was on the floor, sitting with her head directly beneath their joined crotches, her tongue alternately licking the weighty balls of her uncle, feeling the way his crotch hairs tickled her tongue, and then lapping at her cousin's clearly visible clitoris, compressing her lips around it and sucking eagerly for an instant. Then her tongue slid along the length of her uncle's juice-covered cock on the outstroke and returned to his balls. She would have lapped at his asshole as well, but it wouldn't have been fair to Pam, since it was impossible for her tongue to get to her cousin's hung, as well.

"Are you worried?" Pam asked, writhing to the joint sensations of her father's pounding cock and her cousin's tantalizing tongue.

"A little," her father admitted, screwing his throbbing prong into her hole a little more deeply, making her gasp as Tracey's tongue pressed flat against the excited nubbin of her vibrating clit. It was a dual sensation, and not many women were able to enjoy them.

"Don't let it bug you," Pam told her father, enjoying the combination of bock and tongue more and more. "If Mom is everything you say she is, once Marty's cock is inside her, she'll insist he finish, and if Marty's half as good with her as he's been with Tracey and me, Mom'll never let go of him. Hell, before you know it, Tracey and Marty'll be living with us on a year-round basis."