Ray Strong - The naughty niece

This last was too much for Pam, and suddenly a new, completely different sensation totally overwhelmed her as she experienced her first orgasm. It swept through her with the power of a tornado, totally overpowering her. She bucked again and again as her thighs continued tightening and loosening, still clutching Tracey's lovely face between them.

Tracey felt both elated and jealous. It had taken her so long to achieve anything this intense, yet here was Pam already fully enjoying it. And in the meantime Tracey realized it would never have come about had it not been for her. So if Pam was really enjoying her orgasm to the fullest, it was because she, Tracey, had caused it.

Well, hell, if Pam could come this strongly the first time, there was no telling how overpowering Tracey's own orgasm would be when Pam began licking her pussy. Hell, she was more than primed, and it was just about time.

And Pam was more than willing, dreamy and relaxed as she felt. She figured if her own cunt had tasted so good to Tracey, then Tracey's pussy would present a veritable feast for her, though she had to admit she would much rather be tasting a good solid cock. Like Tracey, she had a yen for her daddy's dick, but knowing how old-fashioned and stuffy he was about such thin, she would settle for Cousin Marty's.

The object of Pam's dreams, Cousin Marty Wahl, was down at the beach lifting weights with two of his buddies. At eighteen, Marty had an extremely powerful build, though his muscles were sinuous like those of a cat rather than bulging. He was five feet nine inches tall, and would probably grow to six feet in the next two years. The fat of his youth was gone, replaced by thick, heavy muscle. He had dark hair, modishly long, looking almost incongruities considering how masculine the rest of him appeared. Facially, he bore a strong resemblance to his uncle, with finely chiseled features a sculptor might have created.

Along with Hairy Harry, the blond gorilla, and Bob, who was even more slender than Marty, he was taking a turn at pressing a hundred eighty pounds thirty times without stopping. All three wore bathing suits barely covering their crotches and nothing more.

As usual, their exhibition drew a small crowd, mostly girls. Many of the girls were well over eighteen and would have loved to have been fucked by any of the three muscle men, despite their youth. Not that their own boy friends were fat, but almost none of them possessed the powerful construction of which these three could boast.

Hairy Harry, so called because a carpet of yellow jungle matted his chest and peeked out from beneath his tights, was the strongest of the three. He pressed the barbells forty-eight times without pause, while the best Bob could do was twenty-six. Marty did the thirty presses, and probably could have gone another ten had he strained, but Marty knew enough not to bring on a possible hernia by showing off. He was the only one of the three not panting heavily when he finally put the weights down.

The three also practiced a certain amount of acrobatics, keeping their well-developed muscles toned and limber. It was Bob, the thinnest of the three, who excelled at acrobatics, able to do somersaults, handsprings, and mid-air body twists better than the other two. Hairy Harry was too muscular to do too much turning and twisting, though Marty was not only able, but performed with far greater dexterity than Harry.

They worked out for three hours every day, after which they put the weights away in a nearby cabana Hairy Harry's parents had rented for their son for the summer, and went swimming. After the swim, they returned to the cabana, where there was almost always one or two unattached girls waiting to be picked up.

Subtlety was not one of Hairy Harry's assets. He was a six-foot monster with a quiet voice, but otherwise he believed in the direct, honest approach.

That day, as they approached the cabana, two girls were standing there, waiting. None of the three boys had ever seen either of the girls before, but that was only natural. Very few girls bothered with Hairy Harry more than once. He was too athletic in his sexual activities. And though Marty had come to know and enjoy his one time with Lorelei, he had never seen her again after their fuck, not even realizing she was with his uncle as a direct result of having been introduced to him by Marty.

The three muscle boys stopped outside the cabana and surveyed the two girls. Both were over eighteen, and both were apparently out for their own amusement. Each was attractive, for though neither was a raving beauty, they had amply endowed bodies.

"You." Hairy Harry said to the nearest one. "What's your name?"

"Ann Marie," she replied.

"Yeah, well you can come inside and take a shower with me."

With his arm around her, he led her into the cabana, and as he was closing the door, they heard him say, "D'you blow? I hope you blow, 'cause I'm in the mood for a good lip-job."

"He likes to take command, doesn't he?" the other girl stated.

"That's the way he is," Marty replied, picking up a towel he'd left outside the cabana.

"I'm all that's left," the second girl told them.

"D'you boys want to share me?"

"No thanks," Marty replied, disliking the idea of sharing a girl with anyone. "I'm not in the mood. You can go with Bob."

"Suits me," Bob nodded, and he walked off with the other girl, not really knowing where to go.

Marty shrugged and watched them walk off. He wanted pussy, sure, but he wanted something nice and clean. Lorelei had been someone special, and that was why he'd allowed her to take him off with her, though they'd eventually ended up at the summer cottage rented by his uncle. Unlike the other girls on the beach, she hadn't come panting up to the cabana the previous day, when they'd finished their swim. Rather she had watched Hairy Harry and Bob each take a girl inside Harry's cabana, while Marty actually shrugged off the propositions of another girl. He had started the quarter-mile walk back to his uncle's bungalow, and she had fallen into step alongside him. She had started the conversation, and before he realized it, he had found himself fascinated by her.

When they had gotten to the summerhouse, she had walked in with him. There was no one home.

She looked around while Marty went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of soda. Her eye was caught by the photos of Marty's uncle, his aunt, his sister, and his female cousin.

"Pretty girls," she said to Marty when he gave her the soda.

"My sister and my cousin," he answered.

"I'm surprised you haven't tried something with them."

"You have to be kidding," he laughed. "I mean, sure I'd love to crawl into Cousin Pam, but I don't think she'd exactly go for it. I know Uncle Ira wouldn't exactly dig it."

"Who says he has to find out? And with a sister as pretty as the one you have, I'm surprised you haven't tried anything with her."

"It isn't that I haven't thought about it. But I read somewhere that if I tried something like that with Tracey and she reacted the way the books say she would, she could be soured on the rest of her life. Hell, I don't want that responsibility."

"That must be a pretty old book you're reading," Lorelei laughed. "The only reason for frowning on incest today is the possibility of pregnancy. And let's face it, there are a lot of ways for a girl to keep from getting pregnant."

"Oh, hell, I know that," he nodded. "Both my sister and my cousin have been taking the Pill for more than a year now, though I don't know why. I think they're as cherry as the day they were born."

"Then it's up to you to relieve them of that burden," Lorelei told him. "And since your sister can't get pregnant, I'll bet you'd be doing her a favor if you fucked her."

"Could be," he nodded. "I don't know. I mean, to be honest, well, I've fooled around a little, but I've never really gone all the way."