Ray Strong
The naughty niece

CHAPTER ONE

The solid, heavy white shaft of six-inch muscle, lined with winding blue veins and topped with a rich, purple, helmet-shaped knob flaring out to a wild, oversensitive corona was the fattest, most stunning, cock the two girls had ever seen. They had heard there were larger pricks, and perhaps there were fatter ones, but neither of them had ever seen one. In fact, neither of them had ever seen very many cocks at all, save for infants whose diapers they'd changed while babysitting, and somehow or other neither of the girls could become aroused at the sight of such tiny peckers.

The girls should not have been looking at the heated, swollen, blood-engorged tool at which the both of them now stared, their mouths agape. But there were these two tiny holes in the bedroom wall separating their room from the master bedroom. And though pictures usually hung over the two holes on the girls' side, the pictures were now resting on a dresser while each of the girls had an eye glued to one of the holes, staring into the next bedroom, both more than desirous of becoming part of a tableau similar to the one they were watching.

The woman on the bed was not too many years older than either of them. In fact, if she was out of her teens, it couldn't have been by more than a year or two at most. Her white naked body was lithe, long and firm, with no fat or loose flesh on it. Her long blonde hair came almost down to her waist, though judging from the darker bush at her crotch, it was obvious the blonde part came from a bottle. Her face was nice, though nothing spectacular. She had large eyes, a slightly hooked nose, and a full, ripe, sensuous mouth she continually pursed. Her full, up tilted, globular tits were each more than a handful, with large brown areolas and raisin-pointed nipples. Her belly was as flat as her hips were round, and she had a nice, solid, bouncy ass. Between her two firm, slender thighs was a fat pair of cuntlips, enhanced by the thick, dark bush encircling them. The outer parts of the labes were a stark white, but as the lips parted a little, one could easily see the rich pink color inside.

The girl they were watching, like the two of them, seemed enchanted by the man's thick dong. To her, it was a tasty, lovable, meaty prong and at that moment it belonged to her and her alone. She, like the man, was unaware of the two feminine peepers.

She seemed unable to contain herself at that moment as she lay on her side, with her face staring at the marvelous fucking tool. Her mouth opened wide as she leaned forward and very slowly began engulfing the entire piece of hard, solid meat. Christ! What a juicy, delicious cock! She stuffed more and more of the rod into her mouth until it was filled. Even then her mouth might have taken the slightest fraction of an inch more, had he more to offer. The entire meaty roll of cock was jammed in, pressing her tongue down as its spongy head rubbed her throat, and the roof of her mouth felt all a tingle with the silken softness of the throbbing shaft.

Now her tongue began racing up and down along the underside of the heavy shank, thrilling to the satiny, velvety, yet always masculine sensation of the meat. It actually pleased her to know she was completely stuffed, jammed, clogged, stopped up. She imagined her whole body to be a huge mouth entirely crammed with prick.

All cocks tasted good, but this one tasted better to the peroxide blonde. Why? Simple. It happened to be the cock she was tasting at that particular moment, and the fact that it was presently corking her mouth made it taste better than all its predecessors. She was in ecstasy over the sensations it produced. She felt as much delight in the pressure of her ovaling lips surrounding and squeezing the rigid rod as he did feeling the pressure.

Unlike most other women, the man's heavy body didn't bother her at all. He could have weighed twice as much, but with such a perfect, fat, spear-straight cock she just didn't give a damn. This cock, this prick, this dong was her toy, her sucker, her pleasure. She tingled to the touch of her lips sliding down the rich, meaty shaft to the base, where his hairy crotch could tickle her nostrils. And then she thrilled to the sensation of the backward slide of the hard rod as her head rose until she could surround the pliant, grainy head with her lips while her tongue scrubbed the underside where knob and shaft joined, making him pant and writhe. She loved to lock her lips just under the burning corona, making him wriggle almost out of control. On his superb skin flute she could play a masterful solo, feeling his pre-cum drip out quickly or slowly, depending on how her lips applied themselves to his marvelous masterpiece of horn-like meat.

And then there was the constant corking and uncorking of her mouth as her head bobbed up and down. Had his prong been longer, she might have tried stuffing it into her throat. And had she strangled on it, she wouldn't have cared a bit. One had to die anyway, sooner or later, and if she could die with the fullness of cock clogging her windpipe, she would have no complaints.

The man was no less sensitive to it all. Being without his wife for the summer, he had been amazed when the blonde nymph had offered to return to his summer cottage with him. He was in his forties now, almost at the male menopause, thinking himself no longer attractive to women because of the paunch he had developed. Just why the girl had volunteered to go with him when he'd propositioned her was something he would never completely understand. He was aware it was a one-night thing, or in this case a one-day thing since it was early afternoon. But he was intelligent enough not to question his good fortune.

Her name was Lorelei, and he was positive it was a name he would always remember long after she was gone, for he was completely unaware of the coming events that would eventually totally eclipse her from his mind. But at that moment he was convinced he was in some kind of Valhalla, because she sucked his cock with a verve his wife had long forgotten. She sucked dick so superbly he was afraid he would prematurely ejaculate into her throat before being able to build his internal senses to the peak of pleasure.

But Lorelei, for all her youth, was wise to the ways of men. Sex was an important part of her youthful life, and she had learned not to gauge men by how they looked or how well they were physically constructed. She had met some of the world's strongest men in her travels around the country, and most of them were so interested in the upkeep of their bodies, they didn't care at all for their partners when it came to fucking. It was a simple "Wham, Bam, Thank You, Ma'am," with them, getting their own rocks off, finding their own relief and therefore not only denying the woman with them ultimate pleasure, but also denying themselves the true feeling of pleasure.

Married men were always better sex partners than single men. True, many married men were shmucks, unfeeling and uncaring, never once giving their wives a decent orgasm. But many married men cared as much about their wives as their wives did about them. Each was always striving to please the other, and, as a result, both were constantly satisfied. By talking to various married men, Lorelei was always able to determine which of them was the one concerned with his partner's ultimate satisfaction. As a result, she was always able to choose a good partner for herself.

Here, now, at this summer resort, where many married men had liberated wives who wanted separate vacations, Lorelei was able to find numerous men she could enjoy fucking and sucking. And she was always able to attest to the fact that the more mature, usually out-of-shape forty- or fifty-year-old man was one helluva better lay than the young smart-asses in their teens and early twenties who thought they were Gods because of their physiques, or the thirty-year-old who was still bringing his wife with him but ogling the younger girls, making promises with his eyes his body would never keep.

There were one or two boys in their late teens, still male virgins who, if properly broken in, would be great lovers throughout their lives. Lorelei occasionally played with them as well. And as a result of playing with one of them, a young eighteen-year-old boy named Marty Wahl, she had learned about his uncle, Ira Wahl, a forty-year-old summer bachelor only because Ira's wife had decided to take a European tour with her ladies' club.

Not wanting to make a big thing of it, Lorelei had met Ira Wahl through his nephew and, despite the man's huge belly, had taken an immediate liking to him. He was the last of the "interesting men" she had discovered at the beach resort of summer homes, and after this one last day with Wahl, she intended taking off for other resorts. Never bed with a man more than once, was her motto. It helped avoid emotional involvements.

From the heavy throbbing of Wahl's cock, she could tell that if it remained lodged in her mouth, he would shoot too quickly. And she wanted it no more than Wahl at that moment, so with one final strong suck, she parted her lips and withdrew his heavy, thick, tasty rod. She had sucked enough. It was time for him to perform. And she knew he would, with no urging on her part. It was one of the things that made him her type of lover.

She lay back on the bed and he towered above her, not only tall but wide, yet she wasn't afraid. For all his weight she knew he would keep himself carefully balanced, probably putting less weight on her than a man fifty pounds lighter.

Her thighs parted, revealing the young, moist smoothness of her ripe young inner labes. Heavy cream began seeping out and forming a constant line down her left cuntlip to her inner thigh onto the bed.

Wahl kneeled between her legs, pointed his spring-loaded cock, aimed, and with a single hard thrust, was m. He paused for an instant, savoring the way her cunt walls fought him, making him shudder. And Lorelei trembled as well, feeling his meaty tool plunge into her clinging hole, sensitizing every bit of flesh it touched. Then he began a regular rhythm of attacking and retreating, letting her hips adjust to the throbbing fuck-beat. Each inward plunge of his dick was sheer rapture, each withdrawal was heavenly bliss. Her hips instantly sensed the beat and picked it up, rising to meet his downward pressure, backing away as he lifted himself.

Yes, Lorelei was proud of herself, once more guessing right. He was interested in seeing to it she enjoyed the fuck, knowing he would come without any trouble. The screw would be equally enjoyable for the both of them.

It would also be enjoyable to the two girls watching from the other room. Each one felt her own sensitive slit beginning to seep slick liquid as she watched the way the man's thick cock sliced into the woman's split and sank its full length into her cunt.

In and out, in and out, his hips rotated against her thighs as his solid cock pistoned its way trough her simmering snatch, increasing the tension and heat in both of them. She could sense the tension screwing its way through his hip and thigh muscles, and it made the pleasurable sensations she was receiving all the better. With all his weight pressing on his arms and knees, he still managed to bring his face to hers. Their mouths came together in a long, lingering kiss, and once again Lorelei gave herself a mental pat on the back. The man's tongue swabbed through her mouth right after she'd finished sucking his peter, showing he was no sissy. His tongue lashed hers, licking her lips, teasing her palate, tasting her gums, touching her teeth.

She rotated her butt gently, making her sweet pussy tug on his dong as it continued prodding its way in and out, all but locking into her tight twat. It gripped the probing plunger with gentle, shuddering force as their flesh rubbed one against the other. He was controlling himself, but barely, his heavy chest skimming against the sensitized points of her pebble like tits.

Now his flesh was concentrating on the multitude of rapturous sensations shooting through it. His sliding cock could feel the contractions of her tight, crushing pussy walls while enjoying the sensations created by the touch of her inner and outer cuntlips. The jungles of crotch hair met again and again, each scrubbing the other, teasing and tantalizing. The very tip of his plunging cock seemed separated from the rest of him as it continued traveling in and out of the tight, watery bog, twitching, shivering, wanting to travel through her belly to her heart.

And Lorelei felt the impinging prick point stab its way through her tender cunt again and again, slurping in with sucking sounds, almost popping out as it withdrew. When he threw all his weight on one hand and reached down with his other to massage her tender cunt, she exploded then and there.

It was her first orgasm of the afternoon, and it was a good, strong, overpowering climax.

"Don't come," she whispered, well aware he knew she had peaked. "Don't come just yet. Hold off awhile longer and it'll be better. You'll see."

"I'll do my best," he promised hoarsely. "That's all I can say."

She smiled up at him, knowing his saying it was as good as his doing it. She knew her men, and this was a perfect example of the kind she liked best. She had no intention of getting married at this early age. She wanted to enjoy many more whangs like the one softly riding through her creaming cunt. By the time she was ready for marriage, the man would be old enough to be as understanding as the one fucking her right now.

His arms swept under her thighs, raising them high and carrying them over his shoulders. This way he was able to put the littlest bit more weight against her without her feeling pressure. One hand grabbed a buttcheek and squeezed, while the other hand's forefinger pressed itself against her quivering asshole, and Lorelei had her second orgasm of the afternoon. And it was one helluva come. Wahl could tell she was climaxing madly, not only in her squishy cunt, where his lodged cock could feel the crushing pressure of her pussy, but in her entire body. Her fingers and toes clenched; her nostrils quivered and dilated, her teeth gritted together, her thighs crushed his body tightly to hers, as her eyes widened and she gasped. Her head spun to one side, and suddenly his mouth was down on her ear, his tongue lancing into it, making her thrill with even greater rapture as she climbed to the height of her orgasm and then slowly, ever so slowly, floated down. The hot tongue continued licking in, making her shudder with ecstatic pleasure as she settled down.

"Me on top," she suddenly whispered. "Don't pull out of my cunt. Keep it locked in me."

Her thighs wrapped themselves around his body, and even as her cunt was cooling from the previous plunging, they spun. They spun quickly, and suddenly she was on top, her thighs wide open as he rested for a moment. And then she began rising and falling as she sat up straight, letting his knifing cock run through her clinging hole as she bounced up and down on it. Once again her cunt walls gripped his prick tightly, making sucking sounds as she fucked up and down its full length.

She smiled down on him, thrilling to the total skewering of his punching prong in her flaming quim. As she rose, she began rotating her hips, spiraling again on the way down. He was good, a really good fuck. Most younger men would have popped two loads by now with no strength to do more. Yet here he was, in good control of his orgasm as she fucked herself on his cock, moving up and down with measured rapidity. Her own horniness was building again, and it would only be a matter of time before her third climax took complete control of her body.

"Good God!" one of the two peeping girls whispered to the other. "Look at the way your father's holding out. Gee! He's terrific."

"I know," the other girl replied. "I've had dreams of Daddy sticking his cock into me for years, but he's kind of stuffy about it. He's got this bug against incest, damn him!"

"But what about me?" the first girl whispered. "I'm only his niece. D'you think I could convince him to screw me?"

"Not while he's sober. But I'll tell you what. You help me bag your brother, and I'll help you nail Dad."

"Honest?"

"Cross my heart."

"It's a deal. When do we start?"

"Relax. Marty's out playing softball somewhere. We'll have to wait. Let's watch the end of this."

So the two girls focused their attention on the fuck action in the next room.

Lorelei was putting pressure on her knees, tensing herself to gallop up and down the length of his pulsing cock. She began riding hard, bouncing up and slamming down, feeling the buttery slipperiness of his tool as it probed into her cunt again and again. Each time she rode to the top of his fat fuck-pole, her pussylips would contract tightly around the knobby dome, squeezing and crushing and pressuring. And just when it seemed he couldn't hold out any longer, the cuntal grip eased itself and down she slid again, wildly rotating her hips until she'd gotten to the bottom of the hard meat, feeling the short, curly hairs tantalize the tenderness of her pussylips.

She leaned forward now, kissing his face, licking his lips, biting his earlobes while the hard points of her nipples sliced along his almost hairless chest. Lying flat the way he was, his belly seemed to recede into his body, never getting in the way. And then their lips locked together again in a long, hard, wet kiss. Her long, blonde hair had fallen down on either side, covering his face completely, teasing him as his mouth opened wider in an attempt to swallow up her lips.

All the while her ass continued riding up and down, slamming against his thighs, making his balk shudder, covering everything below with slick, hot, oily, pussy water.

Once again a finger of his reached for her asshole. Finding her sweat-slick crevice, it moved along until it found the pucker, then slowly moved in her bung, adding to the thousand tiny thrills charging through her body. It made her body writhe in undiluted, delicious ecstasy. Her tremble communicated itself to him, and for an instant he almost lost control of himself and came. At the last second he regained that self-control, still building the enjoyment within himself as her body once again rose to the heavenly top of his cock before charging straight down and almost smashing his pelvic bone.

He inserted his other hand between their joined crotches and his thumb began rubbing her quivering clitoris, massaging it and building her third climax of the day to reality. It would overpower her shottly, after which he would start thinking about his own come.

Realizing she was being a little selfish, Lorelei decided to return some of his sensations. She reached down with one hand and poked under his rump until she found his asshole. But his brownie was fighter than hers, and as she continued her rhythmic bounce on his steaming cock, she found it difficult to penetrate his bung. So she licked her finger a few times, making certain it was well-lubricated with saliva, after which she tried again, timing it to coincide with a downward thrust. He grunted as his asshole began opening, and little by little, as she continued bouncing, up and down on his mighty rod, she prodded her finger into the tight bung, thereby forcing his body to come slamming up to meet hers each time she was spiraling down. She had done this often, and purposely kept that one fingernail short. She could feel the sphincter of his bung relaxing, making the entrance that much easier. And her own body, responding to the combination of cock-thrusts in her leaking cunt, finger-jabs in her asshole, and her own finger knifing into his hung, began twitching and shuddering, not so much with an orgasm which was yet to come, but with the throbbing anticipation of it.

Now her large, weighty jugs were rolling against his chest, her spiky nipples rubbing his flesh, building the peak higher for the both of them. Her face was pressed to his, her burning cheek nuzzling his, her lips sucking on his earlobe and then biting into it, making him rotate all the more violently as her body continued lifting and rising to the cadence of both fingers thrusting in and out of their assholes.

He knew even more than she'd believed. He was touching her in places few men knew about, making her contort wildly, causing short, shocking spasms to blister their way through her body.

The two on looking girls, each of whom knew next to nothing about sex, were surprised to see their respective father and uncle so knowledgeable, and it enhanced his image in their minds even more. For all his weight, he had always been a lover in their eyes rather than a father or an uncle. Now they understood why. He seemed to radiate sexual knowledge, knowing how to make a woman totally happy. His constant pressure on her asshole with one finger and her cunt with the thumb of his other hand was driving the blonde into wild raptures.

Lorelei was insane with delight. The cock buried in her flaming quim wasn't the longest she'd ever had, but it was one of the thickest she'd ever fucked. It filled her cunt so sublimely, touching every part of her hole, she was shuddering each time she came churning down on it. How marvelous it was to feel such a fantastic breadth of meat stuffing her snatch with its solidity. It was at times like these she could understand the reason for her continual seeking of the perfect fuck. Instinctively she knew this wouldn't be it, but it would come damn close.

"Eat me," she suddenly begged. "Eat me out. Can you eat pussy as well as you fuck?"

Once again, on the near brink of orgasm, Ira Wahl pulled away from the body above his as she rolled off. As she lay flat, he fell on top of her in a sixty-nine position, letting her know, and rightly so, she wasn't getting something for nothing. In order to be eaten, she had to eat, herself.

His face jammed itself between her pulsating thighs, his hot sucking mouth clamping itself on the fiery lips of her burning pussy. His tongue stabbed into the deep, heated recesses of her blistering cunt, lapping out the heavy juices now beginning to heavily pour out, drinking the tasty ooze of her sweet and salty pussy. And then his tongue was flat against her quivering clitoris, lapping away wildly while three fingers suddenly went plunging in where his teeming cock had been, moments before. The fingers of his other hand were playing with her ass, the forefinger once again firmly entrenched in her tight, crushing asshole. He could feel the strong pressure of her smooth, velvety thighs as they clamped about his face, locking him into place, keeping his head from coming away. His tongue continued its wild pressure against her fully extended, vibrating cunt while his three fingers in her seething cunt continued pumping in and out, in and out.

At first, Lorelei was only aware of the tongue and lips working between her own thighs. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and then, as charge after charge of lightning blazed through her churning twat, she realized something was hitting her in the face. That was when she understood his fat cock was there again, waiting for her to devour it.

Grabbing his flat, hairy ass, she pulled him down, ramming the full length of fat dong down her throat. The thick piece of salami was a plug of savory delight as she gobbled wildly, and then she felt his own heavy, meaty thighs close around her face. Despite the weight of his belly pressing into her throat and chest, she was again delighting in the taste of the heavy, juicy cock.

Her sucking on the violet knob brought an instantaneous response by him in the heavier tonguing of her swollen cunt. At one point he withdrew his tongue, surrounded the cunt with his hard teeth, and literally began to chew on it with more ferocity than she had applied to his cock. But then, before she could feel pain, he used his tongue to apply the balm of saliva, and now the girl was writhing in absolute sexual intoxication. By his very manner he had inspired her to want to do even more for him than he was doing for her. He was a rare one, all right, bringing her to two mounding culminations and now to the brink of a third without once thinking of himself.

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.