Ray Strong - The naughty niece

Her head pressed more deeply into the soft pillow as she sighed, feeling gentle hands caress and rub the full mounds of her round butt, after which they slowly eased up to her waist, lightly rubbing and massaging the entire time, making her body a repository of live erogenous zones. Fingers slid beneath her body, moving higher until she felt them press her right nipple. And then the nipple was in the palm of the hand attached to the fingers. The palm pressed against her heavy teat, rubbing circularly, rousing her nipple from the sleep she was enjoying, making it grow, swell, and enlarge. Harriet sighed again, hoping the dream had a long way to go.

The tip of his long cock pushed a little more insistently at the opening between her cuntlips, and Harriet suddenly sensed a truly ecstatic thrill as she pushed back and felt the knob begin to actually move into her hole. She writhed a little to help it slide in. Mmmm!

Oh, yes, this was a nice cock, all right. It was thick, though not quite as thick as Ira's. Harriet slid its full length into her soaking, clinging box, and she could feel how long it was. The cock was definitely longer than Ira's, though not the eight or nine inches for which she had hoped. Hell! It was her dream. Why wasn't that damn cock as long as she had wished it to be?

She could feel the hand on her tit, still pressing the palm into her nipple while slowly rotating, and then she felt another hand pressing on the curve of her belly. He pulled her belly towards him, pressing her round butt into his thighs as he rammed his dong deep into her burning cunt until she could feel the weight of his nuts rubbing against the backs of her thighs. Even the hair on the balls felt unreal, sort of wispy and youthful.

Warmth flooded through her body as she realized she was really enjoying the fuck. But it had to be a dream, because in real life only Ira could make her react so acutely. The burning cock she dreamed inside her snatch was really different from all the others. This was an anxious cock. It had a burning appetite built into it, and though it wasn't as long as she'd wanted it to be, she could still feel the heavy tool reaching way up into her hole, tunneling through her cunt until it could go no farther.

The prick eased back, then worked its way in again. It eased out once more, than wedged its bullet-shaped point in again, thrusting powerfully into the grasping tenderness of her sucking pussy. In again out again, in again out again, in and out, back and forth, reaching, puking, and shoving. Harriet moaned out loud, hearing her voice echo through the dark bedroom.

For an instant she was frightened the children watching TV in the living room would hear her, even if the fucking was a dream.

Oh, this was good, really good. It had been two weeks since she had felt anything this good. Her husband was the only one with the ability to arouse her this much. Even so, it was different. It just didn't have the feel of Ira's fat, heavy cock. And even in a dream, if the sensations she felt were similar to these aroused in her by her husband, then the cock moving inside her cunt should certainly feel the same, no matter how different she wanted it to feel. Ira's had been the only truly great prick she had ever enjoyed, yet here was one making her feel really good. But it felt so entirely different. It moved within her rolling sheath in a different way.

Her eyes suddenly opened and she stared into the darkness. The plunging motion of the pistoning fullness within her was still there. She could feel the sensitivity of her swollen clitoris, enlarged because of whatever it was she realized really was inside her pussy. It was a cock. It definitely was a cock! Its full, velvety length was stretched all the way up into her steaming hole. And it was definitely churning in and out again and again.

She was wide-awake now, and that fabulous pecker was doing one hell of a job fucking her tight pussy, stabbing and withdrawing. And there was no doubt about the fact that someone's hot breath was panting against the nape of her neck, and the hands holding her tit and stomach were real, strong, solid hands, the fingers clutching her flesh as if in desperation. A hairy crotch slammed into the bouncing cheeks of her butt as he anxiously sought to ram his striving meat deeper in the tight, crushing confines of her frothing snatch.

"Who is it?" she asked, almost afraid. "Who is it?"

But the overpowering sense of wonderment she felt as his screwing cock continued ramming into her fuck-hole kept her from being frightened. Her sweet, sticky pussy almost sang with delight as his hard meat continued knifing in and out of her tight twat.

Reaching between her thighs, her fingers felt the heavy sac of wrinkled balls. She felt them fill her palm to overflowing and caressed them as the solid prick continued nailing itself into her quim.

Suddenly she tugged her fingers away, stiffening with near fright. The balls she felt were definitely not Ira's, and who else would have the nerve to fuck her in her own bedroom? But even as she thought about it, the long, hard cock inside her cunt was bringing her to the brink of an all-consuming, powerful, thrilling orgasm. The sensation filled her from top to bottom as only Ira's cock had been able to do, making her asscheeks clench in thrilling ecstasy.

"Oh, Christ!" she heard the masculine voice behind her say. "Oh, Christ! I'm coming, I'm coming!"

And as the liquid fire began spouting thickly and heavily into her tightened twat, Harriet realized she recognized the voice. She knew it as well as that of her daughter's or her niece's. Hell! It was the voice of the one person she had planned to seduce ever since returning that afternoon. But she didn't want to think about voices at that particular point in time. She didn't want to think about anything or anyone as her mind whirled and her cunt devoured the flood of burning spunk continually emptying into it. This was it! This was the cock for which she had been searching these many years. It was the one prick equal to that of her husband's. Ira's was the more experienced prick, though much of that experience had been garnered on her. Yet this rod had a natural movement to it that reminded her very much of the quality of her husband's mighty cock. This dick was longer, though not quite as thick, which was good, because she definitely didn't want it to feel the same. She wouldn't ever confuse one with the other. There would always be that difference, enough to make her really enjoy both cocks.

"Marty," she whispered as the sensation in her burning cunt began to cool. "What are you doing here?"

If he thought he could get away with fucking her this easily, he might try dominating her, and Harriet intended remaining the boss. She had to appear the dignified, outraged aunt. Certainly at this point she couldn't reveal to him her intent of fucking him. He would feel taken aback, perhaps somewhat ashamed, but she would let him know that if he came begging for cunt, he would get it every time, because, as his loving aunt, she had to protect him from other women in the summer neighborhood, especially the prostitutes who played for pay and carried all kinds of diseases.

"Marty," she whispered, chastising him with her voice. "What you did just now wasn't right. You know that. Now, if you behave, leave quietly, I won't tell anyone you were ever here."

"Leave?" Marty asked, his voice sounding more than a little amused. "Not a chance, Aunt Harriet. You and I are just beginning. You're a very desirable woman. I can understand Uncle Ira's having the hots for you. I have them myself. I've been dying to fuck you ever since we picked you up at the airport. I could hardly wait for Uncle Ira to leave. The girls are still watching TV, and they have no idea I'm in here, but if you raise your voice, you could always call them in so they can see us together for themselves."