Ray Strong - The naughty niece

Unknown to either of the participants, the two youthful female observers were continuing to watch, each rubbing her own uninitiated pussy, feeling the heavy flow of cunt oil seeping down both thighs as they rubbed their own clitorises in the hope of feeling something similar to the pleasure the blonde was receiving.

Wahl's tongue lifted from her flaming cunt and began licking at her perineum, once more forcing her to part her thighs. His finger, deep in her asshole, jabbed even harder as his tongue circled the three fingers plugging her muff and began licking at the rim of her asshole. She shuddered violently when his tongue stabbed right into her hung alongside the finger he had stuffed inside. He chewed on her all but insensitive asscheeks, biting them hard, leaving teeth marks that wouldn't disappear for many hours to come.

And as he licked out her clean, tasty brownie, he felt her slide his cock out of her mouth, open wide, and swallow both his balls. Her tongue licked the hairy flesh all around, its tip seeming to touch into every crevice, sending shockwaves of delight through every nerve fiber in his body. Her oral action made the nuts tighten against his crotch as her hot, open mouth pressed up against it hard, licking one ball at a time, feeling the way it seemed to revolve in the sac. He wiggled around, indicating her mouthing of his tails was too much for him. Then she let the wrinkled sac slide out of her mouth as his tongue once again withdrew from her tantalizing asshole and titillated her clit lightly, until, without being able to help herself, she began coming strongly. Only this time it wasn't one grand climax, sweeping through her body with overpowering awe. This time it was a series of multiple climaxes, each stronger than the previous one, the weakest of which was stronger than either of her two previous orgasms. She bounced wildly, and would have bitten his stiff cock in half had he kept her head locked between her thighs.

Wahl knew it was time to serve himself. The girl had been good to him, and what was more, she had been good for him. He had given her two great orgasms, and then a series of greater orgasms. It was time for him to come.

Once again rising from his position on top of her, he reversed himself and sank between her thighs, burying his seething cock in her simmering quim until it was out of sight. As she continued to writhe in the throes of her orgasm, he began pounding into her cunt with wild, strong, almost vicious strokes.

"Make him fuck me like that," one of the on looking girls whispered to the other. "I want to feel that hot, fat, hard cock of his all the way up to my eyeballs."

"Once Marty fucks me, Daddy is all yours," the other girl assured her.

Ira Wahl's screwing cock was moving with rapid-fire speed now, machine-gunning into the sweet cunt until he swore he'd rubbed it raw. The overpowering sensation which had crawled up his dick so many times that day came rushing up this time, and before it had a chance to retreat, Ira Wahl plunged his cock harder and deeper, and he was suddenly spurting what seemed like an entire ocean of jizz into the tight, squeezing confines of a juicy cunt in the process of attaining its final orgasm.

He clasped her young body tightly, not merely surrounding her, but almost engulfing her. He gasped and wheezed, letting the orgasm take complete control of him, and the girl responded by tightening her own hold on him, pulling down, taking his complete weight on her willowy body, and somehow finding herself capable of temporarily withstanding the pressure as her heavy, balloon like tits almost buoyed him back up.

Slowly the two began drifting down from another dimension, and it was Wahl who was conscious of his weight long before the girl, rolling off her body and lying beside her on the bed. They remained side-by-side for some minutes, his proud cock now a wilting worm coated with sperm and cunt juice.

The two girls watching through the holes in the summerhouse wall could barely contain themselves, furiously rubbing their own clits as they stared at his shrinking cock, envious of the cunt that received it. Neither could attain the satisfaction she sought, and the frustration made them all the more envious of the blonde. How they ached to feel something like that marvelous prick between their own thighs. How they itched to feel its heaviness plug their empty, never-used holes. How they so wanted to taste that milk-white sperm.

As if she had heard their thoughts, the blonde rolled over and began licking off the residue from Wahl's cock and balls. And she kept on licking until his genitals were clean.

Rising, she donned her bikini and said, "I have to be going. Thanks a lot." And she left, leaving the fat man to wonder what the world was coming to when a girl thanked him for a fuck.

Pamela lay on her bed, a jumble of nerves. Her Cousin Tracey Wahl lay on the other bed, feeling equally frustrated. The two pictures were now back in place on the wall, and each of the girls couldn't get the sensation out of her cunt. It was a yearning need for a cock, something neither had ever felt, but something both had longed for, for more than half a year.

Both girls were totally naked, like the blonde had been earlier. And each was as different from the other as she was different from the blonde.

Pam was a little like her father, a bit on the heavy side, though it was really baby fat and would eventually disappear. She had reddish-blonde hair, cut short and fluffy. Her big brown eyes always had that innocent look in them and went well with her short, upturned nose and full, rosy cheeks. Her body, in spite of its cherubic appearance, was a delicious thing. She had large, upstanding tits, at least two sizes larger than those of the blonde. Her nipples were a soft brown, surrounded by half-dollar-sized areolas the same light-chocolate shading. Her waistline was a bit thick but would thin out in a year or two, and she had large, very round hips, as well as a large ass her father had often playfully cupped and squeezed. Her thighs were round like barrel cacti, and between them, topped by a mound of strawberry-blonde hair, was a sweet, puffy pair of cuntlips just barely parted to reveal the wet pinkness within.

She had been aching to feel a cock between them ever since the night she'd been awake and heard her parents grunting together. And she was fully aware the man she coveted most was her own father. She could have surrendered her cherry to any of a dozen boys hanging around the beach, but she wanted none of them. The only alternate to her father was her Cousin Marty, eighteen years old, her own age, and the brother of the girl in the next bed.

Tracey Wahl was very thin, with a pretty, maturing face in spite of her braces. She had soft brown hair not quite down to her shoulders. Her nose was also short and upturned, and her eyes seemed even more innocent than Pam's, if such a thing were possible. Her body was taking longer to mature. As Pam was the slightest bit overweight, Tracey was the slightest bit underweight. She had very small, round, firm titties. Her nipples were much thinner than Pam's, though when she was excited they grew to the same length as those of her cousin. Though way past the need for a training bra, she was hardly voluptuous. Even so, she was aware more than one boy on the beach would have given a lot to feel her tits. But she was determined her first fuck would come from a master, and the most masterful cock she had ever seen belonged to Uncle Ira. Her waistline was so narrow it could have been spanned by two large hands, and her hips were just now beginning to nicely round out. Between her slender thighs was a light patch of brown hair on top of what looked like an even more convex pouch of pussy than Pam's. It was the one part of her body to have matured faster than the rest of her. At eighteen, a year younger than Pam, she always felt a year behind in the fun. But this year, sharing the summer cottage with Uncle Ira, Pam, and Marty while her parents were off seeing South America, she got the distinct feeling she would be having a lot of fun. And after having viewed Uncle Ira at work, she was now positive.