Marty never saw Lorelei pass when she left his uncle. She had taken a route behind the summer homes, while he was walking in front of them. There were no paved streets in the area, and the potholes didn't do the cars much good.
He was thinking of Lorelei as he headed for the cottage, and just missed seeing his uncle drive off to pick up some groceries. He felt horny, as he had the previous time. Working out whetted his sexual appetite, and though he wanted nothing to do with most of the beach girls, he would have loved getting into Lorelei's sweet pussy again. The trouble was, she wouldn't let him. Each male who laid her laid her for one time only. But he sure as shit could have used a good hot cunt.
He went right into the bathroom and took a shower, washing the sand, salt, and sweat from his body, then went to his room and put on a pair of tight shorts and sandals. As he finished combing his hair, he heard some funny sounds. He stopped combing and listened. At first he heard a girlish giggle, and then he beard sighing. It was faint, and he realized the noises were coming from the room his sister shared with his cousin.
Good God! he thought to himself. What the hell could the two of them be doing in there?
Walking to their closed, door, he pressed his ear to it and listened.
"A little higher, Pam," he could hear Tracey's voice saying. "Get my clit. Get my clit. Oooooh, that's it, lick it good!"
Get her cunt! Lick it good? Cousin Pam was eating out his sister? Shit! This he had to see.
Leaving the house, he walked around to the side where the girls' bedroom window was located. As he neared it, he saw the blind was down, but the window was open and a breeze was pushing the blind a little bit away from the sill. There was less than an inch of seeing space, but Marty looked, and sure enough, there was his sister, lying on the bed, her naked body glistening with perspiration while Pam knelt between the girl's thighs, wildly eating out Tracey's cunt just like he had eaten Lorelei's not too long ago.
Christ! The sight of them naked, beautiful, delightfully put-together made his swollen prick want to tear right through his clothes. Shit! He'd known his sister was starting to fill out nicely. He had watched her undress when they were back home and she was in the bathroom. She had the dumb habit of forgetting to close the door all the way, much less locking it. And more than once he had gotten glimpses of the way she was developing. And as her body had developed, so had his lust for her.
But Cousin Pam. There was a body of a different size and shape. Pam was shorter than Tracey, but larger in every other way. The way her buns swelled made him itch to plunge his anxious cock between the two luscious cheeks. And when she sat up for a moment to catch a breath of air, he got a profile view of her tits, and – wow! Double wow! One wow for each tit. They were larger than Lorelei's, and rounder. Her nipples looked to be thicker, too, although it was difficult to tell from that distance while glancing beneath a window blind.
"Remember," she was saying to Tracey, "I want to feel that cock of your brother's inside me before the end of the week. Heck! He was the main reason I agreed to come here with Daddy this year."
Marty's ears were burning. Pam wanted him to fuck her! Well, he'd be damned if he'd disappoint her. Hell! Maybe his sister would get so hot at the sight of his dick, she'd want to feel it running into her cunt, too. Goddamn! Wouldn't it be something to be able to fuck both girls all summer long? And he wouldn't have to share them with Hairy Harry or Bob, either. They'd be all his.
He was tempted to break in on them then and there, but then he changed his mind. Busting in at that time would startle them and drain some of the sexual desire from them. They'd feel caught, trapped, and perhaps they wouldn't respond to his approach as readily. He wanted them at the peak of their heat.
He also realized the only smart way to nail them was one at a time. He'd fuck Pam, first. In fact, since Pam was so hot for him, he'd wait for her to make the first move. Then, after he and Pam were fucking on a regular basis, he'd somehow get his cousin to can his sister into watching a performance. Tracey was every bit as hot-blooded as he was, and he knew she'd never be able to just sit there and watch while they fucked. She'd soon be participating in some minor way, even if it was just squeezing his balls while he pumped his hot seed into Pam's burning pussy. And then he'd have her.
The evening would be the best time. Uncle Ira was always out with his friends, either playing cards or some such thing, and he'd be alone with the girls as he'd been ever since they'd come to the bungalow a week earlier. Christ! A whole week wasted. Just think, he could have been fucking the two of them, Pam certainly, for a whole week. Well, he'd sure as shit make up for it. All he had to do was keep control of himself until the girls made the first move, and from what he'd seen, it would be very shortly.
It would have been an even more perfect summer if Aunt Harriet, Uncle Ira's wife, had come along. God! Talk about a woman being built. Harriet Wahl was a mere five feet one inch tall, but she had round, full tits just like her daughter Pam, only her hair was midnight-black. Her face was different from her daughter's. True, Pam bore some kind of resemblance to her mother, but unless one saw the two of them together, one would never notice it.
Aunt Harriet, being a little older, was also a little heavier than her chubby daughter, though on her it wasn't baby fat. Even so, she was a luscious bundle of flesh, and Marty had dreamed of fucking his aunt for as long as he could remember.
Marty had no idea that Uncle Ira, already on the main street of the small village, had stopped at the local telegraph office to wire Harriet in Europe. Ira Wahl knew his wife better than anyone, and he realized she would already be getting lonely with her tour itinerary.
He had no doubt she had already gotten laid by a couple of suave Europeans, probably one Frenchman and one Italian. She had a strong craving for cock, just as he hungered for cunt, and when they took their separate vacations, each always fucked members of the opposite sex, though Ira Wahl, having gained a lot of weight, had not been sure he would be attractive to girls that year. That was why Lorelei had been such a pleasant surprise.
In his youth, Ira Wahl had been dull. Even his first date with his future wife had started out dull. He was surprised she let him kiss her good night when he brought her to her apartment. It was the kiss that did it. The moment his lips touched hers, Harriet instantly fell under the spell he wove. His tongue caressed her pliant lips, stroking them, teasing them into parting so as to expose her tongue. And when he touched her teeth and her gums, sparks were set off inside her.
Still kissing her, he carried her into her apartment, kicking the door shut behind them. It was a tiny apartment where Harriet lived with a roommate. Said roommate had gone away for the weekend, and Harriet was alone with Ira Wahl, at the not-so-tender-mercy of his kiss.
In the dark, Wahl had floundered his way through to the bedroom, still carrying Harriet. He set her on the nearest bed, lying down next to her, still kissing her, feeling the way she responded. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling his head close, preventing his lips from removing themselves from hers. Her own tongue tried teasing his mouth the way his tongue teased hers, and Wahl found her an adept pupil. She was the first woman to properly respond to his kiss, which strengthened his conviction that she wanted him to fuck her.
Forgotten, by Harriet, was the dull person with whom she had spent the evening. All she knew now was the nearness of a man she strangely desired. She didn't bother to try to figure out why she suddenly wanted him. All she knew, all she cared about was to have, to be laid by this man. His presence was warm and reassuring. His simply being there made her feel good all over, and she hadn't begun to remove any clothing.
Remove clothing? What was wrong with her. Harriet had never before allowed a man too many liberties with her. She wanted to remain a virgin for the man she would one day many. Now here she was, thinking in terms of getting laid by a stranger she had only just met. And it was a stranger she had found utterly dull until a few, short moments ago.
But as his hands caressed her cheek and stroked her neck, Harriet knew she would let this stranger, now kissing her, do as he pleased. In fact, she'd tear him apart if he didn't. For some unexplainable reason, heat, starting at her already juicing gash, was raging through her body like a forest fire out of control. She crushed her body to his, feeling the hardness her rubbing box was generating between his thighs, and she knew this was the man who would take her cherry.
As Wahl kissed her, he let his hands lightly wander across her body, touching her through the thin summer dress she was wearing. He could feel her wriggle each time his fingertips came to a sensitive spot. Her body writhed as if in torment, but it was a delicious torment. She twisted and turned under his expert caresses as his palm wandered over her burgeoning tits, stroking one pulsating nipple at a time.
Still his tongue probed into her mouth, making her tingle as it touched her own tongue, lightly brushing the roof of her mouth. When he would have withdrawn his tongue, she sucked it back into her mouth, and Ira Wahl knew she had the made of a superb cocksucker. She sucked his tongue furiously, chewing without biting, using it to fondle against her own, eager to taste what she could of him. She moaned softly in her throat, making light, whimpering sounds as his hands worked at the zipper of her dress. She was anxious for him to remove it so he could warm her thrilled flesh with his masterful caresses.
For a very short while thing went blank, and then Harriet suddenly understood she was totally naked. Not only that, but she could feel the heat of his own naked body crushed against hers. How he managed it she would never remember.
Her tits were full, though a bit small, yet now they seemed to have a life of their own as his marvelous fingers played over them, making her brown nipples swell. He had to literally pull his tongue from her grasping mouth and force her down on the bed so his lips could kiss her heated flesh. She struggled under his oral caress, squirming as his tongue snaked its way beneath her throat, don to her upstanding nipples. He sucked one into his mouth, letting his knowing tongue lick it again and again, making it stretch to its utmost as if with a power all its own.
Her hands pulled at his hair as he began tasting her other nipple, chewing on it until it was almost blood red. He engulfed the entire tit into his hungry mouth, letting his tongue continue to roam across her turgid nipple as it slid to the back of his hungry mouth. Her flesh was a gourmet's delight with a natural scent and taste she hadn't bothered to cover with artificial perfumes.
"Oh, God!" he heard her mutter, using her arms to crush his head against her heated body. "I love you, I love you," she went on, "but if you stop now, I'll kill you."
Wahl had no intention of stopping. He had fucked many women, but until now had never felt passion. This woman, with her almost-unearthly beauty, her natural aroma, and her withering internal heat, was affecting him as no other woman could. He knew she was his soul mate. Once would never be enough. He would have to have her again and again, throughout the rest of his life. He knew at that moment he would many her. What was more, Harriet knew it, too. The fiery, passionate love he felt for her made itself known to her, and she knew she'd never love another as she was loving this man. He was IT.
His hands slid lower, one in front the other in back. He sent bolts of electricity through her pores as his fingers carefully slid across her skin. One hand rubbed the flat plane of her stomach while the other cupped the mounds other ass. His mouth continued its endless work on her swollen nipples, sucking at one up thrust nub, then returning to the other.
Now his mouth released the hold it had on her heaving jugs, and his tongue slowly licked its way down her belly. He could feel her sucking in her breath, trying to hold it, only to lose the hold and release it.
Both hands began moving between her thighs at once, one from in front the other from behind.
The one in front traveled through the curled moss covering her crotch. He could feel the hairs glistening with her lubricant. The liquid was thick and heavy.
Harriet was in a heaven she'd never known existed. The electric thrill of his tongue laying her highly sensitive pussy set her off in all directions at once. When he pressed its flat, slippery surface to the quivering button of her swollen clit, she experienced something totally unknown to her. It started at the V between her thighs and spread like the winds of a cyclone across the rest of her body. She was undergoing the first of a series of mini-climaxes. Each one would raise her to a higher peak in the orgasmic scale.
"Oh, yes," she murmured. "Do it, do it, do it. Don't stop, for God's sake, don't stop!"
Pleased he was reaching her so completely, Ira Wahl had no intention of stopping. His tongue continued working on the delicate flesh of her labes, moving to the hardened, up thrust nub of her clitoris, licking and sucking it, and then returning to the depths of her burning cunt. He found her quim to be a wealth of rich tastes, with a flavor like nectar, drawing him on and on. He pressed his yearning mouth to the elongated split, sucking up the oils it emitted, wanting to push his face all the way into her oozing cunt.
Her hands which up to that time had been gripping the sides of the mattress, now reached down and twisted themselves into his hair. She pulled his face against her hungering hole, at the same time bouncing her body, trying to ram her asshole farther down on the finger embedded in it.
He stopped and, leaning to the side, found a dry spot on her blanket and wiped his cum-soaked face. Then he pulled himself up beside her and lay there, holding her tightly, her face buried in his shoulder, her heated box pressing against his hardened cock.
"Is it always like this?" she asked, her body shivering as she clutched him to her. "Does it always feel this good?"
"It can feel a lot better once we get rid of that hymen," he replied.
"How can anything be better?" she wanted to know.
"It can," he assured her. "The secret is to enjoy everything. Enjoying the doing is as important as enjoying being done to."
"I've never let a man touch me before," she confessed. "I've always been a sort of prude. I'm almost ashamed to admit you're the first man I've ever let go this far."
"It isn't finished, Harriet. This is the beginning of a lifetime of good things, provided you're willing to do as I say."
"Anything," she promised, having completed the throes of her after-climax, feeling her body beginning to heat with desire all over again.
"You have to do for me what I did for you."
"Oh, yes! Yes!"
Without Wahl's saying a word, Harriet slid from his arms and moved her head along his body, letting her tongue do to him what his had done to her earlier. It dithered along his chest, pausing only to tickle both nipples before continuing along his stomach. Her mouth was actually eager to taste him, because she moved past his stomach, opened her mouth wide, and slowly brought it down to cover the knob of his throbbing rod. Harriet seemed to thrive on the taste of his pre-cum, and licked it up eagerly. Her lips tightened around the knob of his pulsating cock, careful not to hurt it with her teeth. Her tongue moved like an eel, winding its way around the shaft, moving ever lower, and then she began to suck while her head bobbed up and down furiously.
Now, his head on the bed pillow, had a clear view of what Harriet was doing, and felt the blowjob all the more since he could see the action. Though the lights in the room were off, light came in through the window near the bed, and he could see everything.
Harriet was sucking his burning prong as naturally as if she had gone down on men all her life, yet instinctively Wahl knew she had told the truth. His was the first cock she had ever seen, much less touched or tasted. And was she ever good! Her lips tantalized his corona each time her head came up, and her tongue teased the underside of his pulsating shaft each time her head moved down. She was eating his meat because she enjoyed it, and not because she merely wanted to please him. This time her head dipped lower, she took in a little more of his twitching tool, until he felt her cushioned lips touch the hairy base of his rod. Now she let her teeth nibble on the root of his throbbing hard-on, biting without hurting, but just enough to make the burning sensation increase. He could feel the back of her throat caress the point of his flaming poker, and more pre-cum gushed from his sperm-slit into her waiting throat.
Then her entire mouth slid up, revealing his spit-soaked cockshaft for an instant before her head dipped down again, her wide, hungry mouth engulfing his hot tool. At the bottom of his cock there was a sensitive nerve, and Harriet's questing tongue seemed to feel it throb. She applied oral pressure there, her stretched lips crushing against the base.
God! Wahl thought. A woman looked her most beautiful when she was sucking on a cock.
And as far as he was concerned, it was true. As lovely as Harriet's face had been before, it was all the lovelier to him now as her hollowed cheeks and draining lips pulled on his roasting cock. She looked like a Goddess.
To Harriet the sensation was new, but delightful. She had no idea sucking a prick could offer so much pleasure. She gobbled his meat with so much joy it no longer occurred to her what she was doing was for someone else's pleasure rather than her own.
Her hands rubbed against the sensitive sac beneath his prong, and she could feel it tightening against his body. She was amazed that the longer his cock grew, the smaller his scrotum became. But she rubbed the hairy nuts ever so gently as her pursing lips continued sucking on the powerful rod lodged between her jaws. When the knob touched the back of her throat, she was afraid she might experience a gagging sensation, but the thrill of the heated cockhead as it lubricated her gullet made her throat muscles loosen, and she was only sorry the cock wasn't longer so she could swallow it right down.
And then Harriet's throat tightened around Wahl's corona as her tickling tongue shot straight down the shivering shaft. The spongy cockhead felt as if it were in a crusher. The throbbing stick quivered violently as boiling seed suddenly shot out of his nuts, through his poker, into the purpled head, and out of the leaking hole into the back of Harriet's waiting throat. The rock-hard dong jerked furiously as more and more sperm blasted out in a regular pattern. His cock twitched with each rhythmic explosion, blasting out thick, gooey globs of jizz into the heavenly throat of the sucking Harriet.
Harriet drank and drank, barely able to taste the fuck juice as it went down her gullet. It wasn't the vodka-taste she had hoped for, but neither was it unpleasant. Someone had once told her cocksucking was a dirty thing to do, but she didn't feel the least bit unclean.
She sucked until the cock was bone dry, and still it was hard. Wahl pulled his rod away when she prepared to suck again. He threw her on her back, and with his hand touched her virgin twat. It was soaking wet again.
"This time it'll hurt," he warned her. "But it'll hurt only once. And after this it'll never hurt again."
"Hurt me," she begged, lying back, taking hold of his still-rigid prong and guiding it to the hot, puffy gash between her legs.
Wahl felt his cocktip push between her cuntlip. He eased in slowly at first, hearing her whimper with pain as his thick cock spread her tight, virgin walls which were sopping with fluids, easing the way as much as possible.
"It hurts!" she cried. "But it's a good hurt. Ira Wahl, don't you dare stop now!"
Taking a deep breath, he jammed the rest of his hard prick into her hot hole, shredding her cherry. His mouth came down hard on hers as she screamed with the pain. The scream ran into his throat, down his gullet, all the way down to his shuddering loins. It made his pecker vibrate in her pain-filled cunt, and the vibration reawakened the arousal within her.
Harriet's arms circled Wahl's neck, holding him tightly to her, breathing heavily into his mouth as her tongue twisted around his. Then her arms slid down his back, raking long furrows in his flesh until she reached his butt. With the pressure of her fingers, she forced the hairy cheeks of his ass apart, keeping his dick locked inside her torn hole. She rubbed her hairy pussy mound against his crotch, forcing his cock to create friction inside her aching cunt. And then he began fucking her with long, hard strokes.
Harriet held onto his ass, her thighs wide open, her heels digging into the bed, bouncing in rhythm with the pace he'd set, her ass moving in circles as well as up and down, matching him stroke for undulating stroke.
Now Wahl worked his hands beneath her butt cheeks, cupping them, throwing most of his weight on his shoulders, and therefore on her. But Harriet didn't seem to mind. Glorious thrills were working their way into her quim with every thrust of his pumping pole. He plowed into her cunt violently, fucking at a hell-for-leather clip.
Having experienced more than one orgasm that night, Harriet was no longer a stranger to the cuminative feeling, and now expected it. Her body didn't disappoint her as the rampant prick of Ira Wahl continued thundering into her box with the delicacy of a rhino. The orgasm came charging down on her as her fevered snatch continued moving up and down the meaty tool buried in it. Like a mouth it sucked and slurped on the intruding cock. Her butt vibrated against the bed like a jackhammer as her cunt squeezed his unyielding cock in an attempt to either bend it or break it.
"You're wonderful," Harriet crooned, not breaking the fuck-rhythm as her lips now reached up and nibbled on his ear. "I'm getting that… feeling… again. Don't slow… down. Hurry, hurry, please!"
Wahl pounded his dick into her hot box like he'd never fucked before, because he felt love with this woman. God, did he feel love. Both were perspiring heavily now, gasping for air, and he was frying to drive his cock clean through her, pinning her to the mattress. His humping merely succeeded in making Harriet reach greater heights on the rainbow. He rammed, shoved and pushed, and the two of them bounced so hard, they were almost coming off the bed. Their bellies clapped together like thunderbolts until Harriet, unable to hold off any longer, tightened her cuntlips about his pistoning cock, stiffened her body beneath his, and tore at his ass with her nails.
She spasmed again and again, squeezing his prick for all it was worth, forcing the second wad of jizz to come blasting out of Wahl's prong, this time into the waiting gap of her cunt. She clasped him tightly to her, her fingers continuing to dig holes in him while her heels now kicked on his ass, trying to convince him to shove his balls into her spasming twat, as well.
Harriet's legs clamped around Wahl's waist. Her cunt muscles tightened around Wahl's cock, and he knew she wasn't finished yet. Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around his neck, then spun over till she was sitting on top of Wahl, who now lay on his back, his still-hard poker buried in her come-happy quim. The burning heat of her satiny cunt held him locked into her as she did all the work, rocking back and forth. She leaned forward so her small, but full tits rubbed his hairy chest, her nipples touching his. Her quim was so tight Wahl thought her labes would snap his cock off at the root, but rather than lose the feeling, he lay there, letting her rock back and forth. It was heavenly the way her shimmering slit gobbled and held his prong. His grip on her ass tightened as he felt her achieving yet another orgasm. This time it was a complete series, and only after she had reached the highest peak of the evening did Ira Wahl unleash his own final orgasm, inundating her grasping, sucking cunt with whatever was left of his heavy, white spunk.
Their sexual compatibility made marriage a must for Ira and Harriet. And for twelve fabulous years they went through married life with an enjoyment known by very few people. Ira should have been bothered when his wife went off to Europe that first year. It was she who had insisted on the separate vacations, and he had finally acquiesced after a lot of begging on her part. That had been nearly eight years ago.
The first night Harriet was gone, Wahl had gone to the summer cottage with his daughter, then only eight years old, and when he was certain she was fast asleep, he had found himself the first of many summer playmates. That first year he had felt guilty about fucking around on his wife. He felt even more guilty when Harriet, after only two weeks away from him, had turned up at the summer cottage one morning, admitting she couldn't stay away from him the two months she had intended. She also confessed to having laid some other men, but hurriedly assured him no other man could compare to him. Ira Wahl, after having screwed six separate women in those first two weeks, knew he was the last one to berate her for screwing around, and surprised her by accepting it very easily.
Every summer after that, Harriet went away on a separate vacation, only to return after two weeks. It had become a ritual with them. She eventually learned of her husband's infidelities, but accepted them as easily as he had accepted hers. Neither had the courage to admit they would have loved to have swung openly with their mate and another member of the opposite sex. But both wanted it, and each knew the other wanted it.
The telegram Wahl was sending his wife was almost part of their ritual. He wanted to let her know how much he missed her, encouraging her to come back to the States and the summerhouse as soon as possible. Unless she found a cock as fascinating as his and so far she never had, she would be back by next week. It wasn't that Ira Wahl considered himself the world's greatest cocksman. It was simply that he was the greatest for Harriet. She had become attuned to his dick, and it would have taken a Casanova or Don Juan to keep her from him after those two weeks.
In the meantime, he had one week before Harriet arrived. He had to find some cunt to keep himself occupied. He wasn't so young any more, and his paunch had given him an inferiority complex. Lorelei had been great for his ego, but she was a one-fuck woman. He needed others and wandered which of the teeny-hoppers would be available that year.
Every now and again his thoughts wandered to his daughter, Pam. Her body was becoming similar to her mother's, and he secretly admitted to himself he would love to fuck her sweet pussy. Aloud he would never have condoned the idea of incest, but in his mind he could picture himself screwing his delicious daughter. And his niece, Tracey, was starting to look more and more like a woman. He wondered what kind of a lay she would make. But old-fashioned upbringing kept him from doing more than wondering, and he never allowed his thoughts to become too strong.
Shrugging, he made his grocery purchases, then headed back to the cottage.