Ray Strong - The naughty niece

"Marty, you know this isn't right."

"Who says? I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it, and that's all that really counts, isn't it? I could tell the minute my cock was in your hot, squirmy pussy, you loved every second of it, so don't give me any stories about it not being right. I've been wanting that cunt of yours until I thought I'd burn up. Well, tonight I got into it, an it was something we both enjoyed, so don't hand me anything about how it wasn't right. It was very right."

"But I'm your aunt…"

"Who has one of the hottest boxes in the whole world. And I'm going to use that box every chance I get."

"But what about your Uncle Ira?" she asked, turning to face him, automatically holding him against her large, heavy jugs.

"Uncle Ira's a reasonable man," Marty assured her. "He loves you, and he knows I love you. He'd only want what's best for you. And my cock is definitely among those things that are best for you."

"You have it all figured out, don't you?"

"Aunt Harriet, before long, I have the feeling Uncle Ira and I will be sandwiching you between us."

What a thought. What a fantastic thought! To Harriet it was the essence of a dream come true. The two best pricks in the world inside her at the same time. What more could a woman want?

Her hands automatically ran through his hair as he pressed his lips to her nipples, first the right one, then the left one, sucking, sipping, licking, nibbling, making the rubbery tips enlarge with sensitivity. She was too busy thinking about what could happen with both cocks to take notice of what was actually happening at that moment. Marty's face slid along her belly, his tongue dotting points of sensuousness all the way his powerful hands cupped the cheeks of her full, round ass as his tongue slithered through the dark hedge of her crotch and his lips closed around the sopping gash of her cunt, still leaking his secretions. Odd, but semen mixed with female pussy syrup tasted exciting to Marty, and not nearly as revolting as he might have believed.

"Marty!" she almost screeched, abruptly aware of his mouth at her flooded gash. "What do you think you're doing now? Marty, stop…"

And that was as far as she got as he sighed into her pussy-split, his mouth sucking at those moisture-laden lips of her full cunt, his nose and checks pressing strongly against her tantalizing muff. She felt the hot, inward plunging of his tongue as it reamed into her twat, and she realized he was almost as good as her husband when it came to muff-diving. He was a member of the family in every way, his tongue sluicing the honey from her boiling box, lapping her ultra sensitive pussylips, and there was no way she would have been able to stop him, even if she wanted to, which she plainly did not.

His lapping tongue licked her cuntlips again and again as her heavy flow of cunt-cream drained into his wide-open mouth. He pulled her sensitive labes into his mouth, applying his tongue to her weeping quim as if it were a solid prick, running it in and out of her vibrating channel. At one point he merely opened his mouth as wide as he could and sucked as much of her juicy cunt into it as possible. He all but swallowed it as he moved the tasty flesh around in his mouth before ultimately releasing it and slicing his tongue right back into the steaming center of her flaming snatch.

The flat of his tongue found the nutlike hardness of her aching cunt. He pressed down hard, sucking the tiny spike between his lips, and finally between his teeth, where he applied just enough pressure to make his aunt sigh.

Harriet's hands had automatically gone to Marty's head, holding it in place to better enjoy his cunt lapping. His voracious appetite for her pussy was matched by her heavy passion for his lips and tongue. She wanted more. And more she got.

Harriet couldn't restrain herself any longer. Gritting her teeth, she rammed her sopping cunt hard against his working mouth and felt his teeth rub her quivering clitoris. Her belly began heaving in and out, squirming and writhing, her ass gripped tightly by her nephew while he fed at her seething gash.

"Eat it!" she finally gasped, releasing her emotions, baring them for her nephew to see. "Eat my cunt till it's dry! Eat and eat and eat. God! What a mouth you have. What a cunt-eating mouth you have!"

His lips once again surrounded the nub of her button like cunt as he sucked with insane abandon. He sipped so strongly Harriet was willing to swear she felt her soul pulled out from her shimmering pussy. And as he sucked and chewed, his tongue continued wildly licking the very tip of her throbbing passion-button.

"Hush!" she groaned, and suddenly she came, violently bouncing with his face still glued to her burning pussy, spraying shot after shot of thick, heavy liquid into his gobbling mouth.

He drank, drank, and drank some more, and was still looking to drink even more when she grabbed his hair and ripped his face from her heaving cunt.

"No more," she begged. "No more, Marty. I'm oversensitive. I need time to recover."

"Sure," he told her, his face glistening with a mixture of perspiration and cunt juice. "Rest all you want while you suck me off."

"Things are moving a little too quickly!" she chastised. "I think we ought to slow down. I can go down on you next time."

"Shit on that," Marty told her. "My cock needs a blow job right now. So get your lovely ass over here, Auntie, and wrap your tongue around my hot pole."

He moved forward as she sat up, rising to his feet and shoving his solid meat towards her face. The sticky juice seeping from the eye of his burning prick dripped onto her. Her tongue came out and licked it up, tasting the delicious oiliness and muskiness of it. Automatically, her lips formed into a tight oval as his throbbing cock began pushing into the ring formed by them. The pulsing knob slipped behind her lips, her tongue touching the still-leaking tip, and Marty immediately knew he was in for a super blowjob. Not that his sister and cousin weren't good enough, but now he was going to get it from the cocksucker who really knew how to do it.

"God, but you look great," he told her, admiring the way her face looked with her mouth surrounding the fleshy poker he was pressing into it.

Harriet stared at the dark, short, curling hairs of the boy's crotch, breathing in the clean scent of his masculinity, mingled with the scent of her recently plundered cunt. "Suck my cock good, Aunt Harriet," Marty whispered. "I'll bet you can really do one helluva job, too."

Harriet cupped the boy's youthful nuts in her palm. She could feel the knobby dome of his pulsing cock running past her teeth now as he tried ramming it in deeper. Her tongue was automatically licking the spongy helmet, wrapping itself around the coronal rim, and feeling the sensitive edge for herself. Thunder seemed to sound somewhere inside her, touching every sensual point of her shuddering body. Oh, this was a good cock! It had a nice, clean, solid shape to it, ramrod stiff and unbending, much like her husband's slightly shorter, thicker prick. Yes, it was a wonderfully suckable piece of meat, and it would be a shame if she didn't do full justice to it.

Slurping, she tugged her nephew's strong, hard rod deeper into her mouth, feeling it rub against her throat. When the throbbing knob tried pushing its way into her gullet, she gagged for an instant and pulled back. Then she took a deep breath, relaxed her esophagus, and went all the way against him, sucking his tool in to the hairy root. And then she began salivating all over it as she strong sucked and chewed, eating his meaty cock as if it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. Her head bobbed back and forth with avid strokes.

Christ! Marty was ready to go completely out of his mind. Her leeching lips and suctioning throat were applying unbelievable pressure to his white-hot prong. And the way her fingers were tightly gripping his balls made him fear his circulation would be cut off if she didn't ease the pressure.