Ray Strong - The naughty niece

"I'd love to play with Aunt Harriet," Tracey acknowledged.

"First we have to get her used to the idea of fucking for more than one cock," Pam pointed out. "I mean, she has to get used to screwing in front of you, Daddy. While Marty's putting the prick to her, you have to walk in and join the fun, showing Mom you approve. Then we'll have plenty of time to get her used to Tracey and me."

"Starting next week, my own personal vacation will be over, and I'll be working during the day," Wahl pointed out. "I'll be coming back here after work, as I've done every summer, but I'm going to miss you girls. Keep working on. Harriet, keep her sharp, and when I get back at night, all three of us will have fun."

"Don't worry, Dad," Pam assured him. "Marty'd be around during the day to keep Mom, Tracey, and me going."

"Well, Marty is a Wahl," Ira Wahl acknowledged. "He should have the same natural talent all of us have."

"He does," Tracey assured her uncle. "Next to you, Uncle Ira, my brother has the best cock in the world."

They dressed and waited for Marty to return from his weightlifting. After he had showered and changed, they had lunch, then went to the village and enjoyed an afternoon movie. It was well after four when they got into Ira Wahl's station wagon and all headed for the airport.

Marty was feeling strange; he was looking forward to seeing his aunt more than ever, knowing he was going to try balling her. He had never looked at her in a sexual way before, but the more he thought about her, the better she seemed. He remembered she had nice, big, solid tits. Pam had assured him her mother's boobs were still standing up nicely by themselves and needed very little support. She had developed her pectoral muscles and had kept them firm, so even now, at forty, her tits stood up like solid jugs.

Her waist was no fleshier than Pam's, though Pam's baby fat would shortly disappear, if only for a short while.

"I just hope she thinks I'm good enough," Marty kept mumbling.

"Don't worry," his sister assured him. "Once you spear her with that great cock of yours, she won't be able to resist you. You're a great cocksman, Marty. And you're getting really experienced. Aunt Harriet will love you."

So they drove to the airport and waited for the announcement of the arrival of Harriet flight from Europe. Once there, they waited nearly forty minutes before the expected announcement was softly muted over the loudspeakers.

They had to wait another half-hour for Harriet to clear Immigration and Customs, but when she was finally done with them, they ran to her and helped her with her luggage. Marty was the one who carried the heavy steamer trunk and a suitcase by himself, and though he didn't know it at the time, he was making a more profound impression on his aunt than he'd ever dreamed possible. The sight of her, in tight slacks and a light, pale-blue summer blouse, had made him lick his lips. Her figure was even plusher than he'd remembered. And he noticed her body didn't shake with fat. Her flesh was firm. Had she offered the slightest encouragement, he might have fucked her then and there, at the airport, in front of everyone, not caring in the least what kind of spectacle he'd be causing.

Harriet noticed Marty had really filled out. He didn't bulge like the muscle-bound monsters she'd seen winning those annual Mr. America contests, but he was wiry as well as strong. She was already wondering about his cock, curious as to whether it had matured with the rest of him. Yes, he had a nice body all right, and, unlike her husband, Harriet never even considered anything might be wrong in her wanting to fuck the boy. After all, there was no blood relationship. And even if there had been, her sterilization of more than a year ago would prevent her bearing any unwanted bastards. And according to what her daughter and niece were telling her as they drove to the summer cottage, Harriet understood Marty had some friends who were as muscular as he. Perhaps this was one summer that wouldn't be wasted after all. She had never fucked someone younger than herself until she'd met Eric Carr, and he had shown her that youth was sometimes more than a substitute for experience, especially poor experience. Her nephew was even younger, and he was certainly better built. He had the same blood coursing through him as her husband, and in all the world there was no better fucking partner than Ira. It had taken her many yean to ascertain this, and though she would go on searching, she had come to accept the simple fact of her husband's superior cockamanship.

Without realizing Marty had plans to ball her, Harriet Wahl began making plans of her own. As had been so aptly pointed out time and again, a person had only one life to live. And sex made up only half the years of that person's life. It was get it while one could, or not get it at all. And a good cock was a good cock, no matter whose it was. If she'd had a son and he'd proven to be his father's equal, she knew she'd be letting him fuck her long, hard, and proper by now.

When they finally got to the cottage, Harriet headed straight for the shower. She wanted to wash the grime and sweat of travel from her body. Then she put on a light summer dress and went to the kitchen where supper had already been prepared by the two girls. Everyone was giggling and smiling, and Harriet seemed to sense a conspiracy, though she couldn't figure what it was all about.

"I'm going to find a poker game," Ira Wahl announced when the evening meal was over. "I'll be back around midnight."

The two girls, along with Marty, announced they were going to watch some television, and invited Harriet to join them. She thanked them but refused, saying she was tired and wanted to make an early night of it. This was also her way of telling her husband his cock had better be ready in the morning, because by then she'd be in the mood for some fancy fucking.

She went to the bedroom she would be sharing with Ira, undressed, and slipped her luscious, nude torso beneath the sheets. She hadn't realized just how tired she was, because she was almost instantly asleep.

After a while, she didn't know bow long, she suddenly realized she was dreaming. That she knew it was a dream meant she was on the very threshold of awakening. But it was such a nice dream. She dreamed of an unknown lover pressing his solid, tantalizing body against hers from behind. It wasn't Ira's body, because there was no potbelly. She could feel the flat expanse of stomach molded to her spine as his thighs rubbed against her asscheeks. It certainly wasn't the body of Lord Carr. Eric had had a thin, almost ungainly body. The one pressing against hers was very muscular and powerful. It was a nice feeling, with his hand rubbing her quickly watering quiff from behind, making her part her thighs so he could reach into her twat that much more easily. It was really nice. She could feel his hot breath in her ear. My, it was so nice she was tempted to drift further off into sleep again. The comfort of the dark room made her feel good and for a short while she did drift off again.

Some short time later, she had no idea how long, she felt the hand rubbing through her pussy hair from the rear, the wrist pressed into her slick, peach-shaped cuntlips. A finger as pressing against her wakening cunt. Oh, God, yes! That was really nice. This was the kind of dream one should always have. Mmmmm! It all felt so exceptionally good. And then she felt the thickness of his knob as it poked between her thighs, parting her gash, the fullness of it, lengthwise and widthwise running longer than the full length of her steaming silt. Automatically she pressed her butt backward while parting her thighs, giving the prick better access to her pussy.

Mmmm, but it was really good. Harriet felt all easy and yielding in the center of this wonderful dream, her muscles still completely relaxed even though the swelling head of the moving prick began seeking the direct entrance to her anxious cunt.