Ira Wahl was beginning to feel let down again. He had gone to the village bar and grill and had already had more than six beers, but there hadn't been one interesting piece of young ass in that night. The pros were there, and had he been willing to pay, he could have had one of them for the night, but Wahl was averse to paying for what he'd had free for so many years.
It was almost ten-thirty when Wahl, half-drunk and disgusted, decided he would pack it in for the night. Disgustedly, he went to his car and drove back to the summer cottage. He could see the blue light coming from the TV screen shining through the living room, but otherwise the house was dark.
Tracey Wahl had fallen asleep in the big easy chair across from the TV set. The sound of her uncle opening the front door awakened her, and from where she was curled up in the huge chair, she could see he was not only half-drunk, but also horny. She could almost smell the sexual need radiating from him.
"Tracey?" he asked, noting her slight figure uncurl in the chair. "Is that you? Where're Pam and Marty?"
"Both asleep by now," she replied, standing and purposely stretching her lithe, lean form.
Ira Wahl's preference had always been for big-titted women, but there was no doubt in his mind that little Tracey was well along the road to development. Her boobs might have been small, but they were firm and stood up beneath that Band-Aide that passed for a bikini top without any actual support. She had a gorgeous, trim little waistline, and her hips were just now beginning to blossom. And in the light coming from the television set, he could still see those wisps of snatch hair above and below the mini-bikini bottom she wore. Christ! She was a woman all right. Maybe she was only eighteen, but what the hell did that matter? In India girls often married before the age of twelve. Jesus! What a fabulous, firm body she had.
Wahl shook his head as if trying to push such thoughts out. What the hell was the matter with him, anyway? Where did he come off thinking of his niece as a sex object? Hell, he was a big man. It was all right to play around with the eighteen year-old-and-up set, basically because they knew what they were doing by that age. But Tracey was not only too young, but also his brother's daughter. Not that his brother or sister-in-law would have really given a damn. They were always away on some vacation or other, saying the kids were old enough to look out for themselves. Were Tracey to become pregnant, his brother would have shrugged it off, paid for the girl's abortion, and then would have gone off on another vacation. In his own way, Ira had been more of a father to his brother's kids than his brother had been.
"Tracey," he said quietly, doing his best to gain control of himself. "I don't think you should walk around the house with that bikini on. I mean, it's very disconcerting. You're a beautiful young lady now, not an infant. Any man who looks at you does so with the idea you are a woman."
"How about you, Uncle Ira? D'you think I'm a woman?"
"Tracey, I'm your uncle. I… uh… don't think of you… I mean… I do think of you, but the way I think of Pam – as a daughter."
"Well, just how d'you think about Pam, Uncle Ira?"
"Tracey?"
"I mean, I've watched the way you've looked at her sometimes. I've seen that same look in your eyes when you look at Aunt Harriet. I mean, it's like you're fucking her all the time, even when you're not touching her."
"Tracey, where did you learn such language?"
"Come on, Uncle Ira. I'm grown up now. The word 'fuck' is a perfectly good word. In fact, it's one word that says a lot. You look at your wife like you're fucking her all the time. And I've seen you look at Pam that same way."
"Tracey, please, this is not a topic to be discussed between us."
"You're wrong. This is just the topic to be discussed between us. I mean, you want to fuck your daughter, but you don't have the guts to admit it."
"That's enough, Tracey."
"No it isn't. You do want to fuck Pam, don't you?"
At another time, with less beer in him, Ira Wahl would have closed the subject. But now, he was sweating heavily because he knew Tracey's statement was right. He'd had the hots for his little girl for more than two years, ever since she really filled out.
"I don't want to talk about it," was all he could say.
"Sure you don't," Tracey told him, smiling. "Because you know it's true. What's more, you want to fuck me, too. I've seen you looking at me the same way. You're looking at me that way right now."
"Tracey!" he almost yelled, horrified she should be able to see it so clearly in his eyes.
"Easy, Uncle, easy. You want to fuck me, so why not admit it?"
"I… well… mean, I…"
"C'mon, Uncle Ira. Confession is good for the soul and all that. I'll make a confession to you. I want you to fuck me."
Ira Wahl stared at his niece, stupefied. She had not only read his mind where she was concerned, but had confessed a similar desire on her part. Hell! At this point it would be so easy to…
No! Absolutely not! He didn't dare. It was unthinkable.
"Tracey," he said hoarsely, licking his lips. "We've had enough of this. From now on I don't want to see you walking around wearing that excuse for a bathing suit. From now on…"
"Okay," she smiled, breaking into his conversation. "The bikini bothers you, the bikini goes." And with two quick movements she shed both her top and bottom, leaving her totally naked, her beautifully tanned body bathed in the light of the TV tube. He could see how firm her small, up tilted titties were, looking like ivory hillocks topped with splashes of chocolate syrup, with a chocolate covered raisin centering each one. And the beaver between her thighs was ample, a thick, heavy growth.
"Tracey, please don't do that," he said, and his voice was begging, not ordering.
"Came on, Uncle Ira. Be man enough to admit you want to fuck me. And then do it. I've been waiting for that cock of yours for a long time. Don't make me wait any longer."
"Then are just some things that aren't right," Wahl protested to his niece, knowing how feeble his voice sounded.
"Who says?"
"There are laws."
"Stupid laws, old-fashioned laws."
"I can't, Tracey," he said, the sweat pouring out in rivers now, drenching his skin as he stared at her naked loveliness beckoning him to touch her, to feel the smooth satin of her flesh and caress the hot, moist gash between her lovely thighs. He could see the way her pussylips pouted so invitingly through the forest of her beaver. The hair was already covered with the rain of her female water, and in the light coming from the TV set he could see the barely visible slice between those puffy labes.
"Sure you can," she urged, moving her body from side to side, letting him see her firm little titties jiggle ever so slightly. "You can because you want to. You want to, and I want you to. And that's all that counts."
"What if… something happens?"
"You mean what if I get pregnant? I won't. I've been on the Pill a long time now."
"Why would you need to take the Pill? Have you been…"
"Have I been fucking around with a lot of other boys? No, Uncle Ira. Even though I lost my cherry to a candle, I'm still a technical virgin. I've been waiting a long time to feel that hot, fat dick of yours inside me. I've kept myself pure for you."
"For me?"
"To be honest it was a toss-up between you and my brother. Much as I like the idea of Marty decking me, I think I'd rather start with your more experienced prick. C'mon, Uncle Ira, let's get things moving. You know you want to fuck me. I can read it in your face. You're doing all you can to hold back. Well, stop holding back. I want it, and I want it now."
"Tracey, no!" he cried, backing away as she slowly came towards him.
"Yes," she insisted. "Yes. Put your hands on me. Feel me. Touch me. Let me touch you. Then fuck me good. Make me come with that fat prick between your legs. Come on, Uncle Ira."
"Tracey, don't do this."
"I'm doing it. I want your cock."
Goddamn her! Goddamn her to hell! She wouldn't let up. She kept insisting he fuck her. He had no will power left, and what was more, she knew it. She was taking advantage of the situation.
He rushed to where she was standing and gathered her seemingly frail body in his huge, gorilla like arms. His mouth came crushing down on hers, and he found her lips parted, her tongue an anxious, striking asp, lashing out at his tongue. He could feel her braces reminding him of her youth, but he was too far gone to think about retreat. She was young, she was tender, but she wanted his cock, and he would give it to her, and give it to her, and give it to her until her cunt was so sore she'd beg him to stop.
Tracey could taste the sourness of the beer on her uncle's breath, but his nearness, the smell of his sweating body, and the way his huge arms surrounded her, holding her slender self tightly against his huge belly, made flames erupt within. He wanted her. He really wanted her as much as she'd thought. Perhaps more. Now was the time to find out.
Her hand reached down and for the first time in her life she felt a cock. There was clothing in the way, but she could feel that hard, tubular extension of meat as it poked against his pants. She wanted to touch his prick, to really feel it, and as his mouth sucked on hers, pulling her tongue inside and chewing on her lips, her hand opened his fly, reached in, snaked through the underpants, and found the hot, hard rod. It was burning hot. She was surprised her flesh didn't sear the burning cock felt so hot. There was more, and she wanted to feel all of it, and as he continued kissing her, one hand gripping her taut, small, round buttcheeks and another running over her budding boobs, she undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. It took both her hands to get the elastic of his under shorts down, temporarily pulling his throbbing cock out of sight until the shorts moved below his groin. Then the spring-loaded pecker came popping up and her hand grabbed it again, squeezing his rod until she was sure she would flatten it out with the pressure she was applying.
She pulled her mouth from his and pressed her lips to his ear, biting his earlobe hard before stabbing her slick, burning tongue into the center of his ear, making him jump.
"Like it?" she asked, breathing heatedly as her hand continued pulling and tugging on the turgid cock. Her other hand was also at his groin, caressing his large, heavy balls, first cuddling them, then squeezing them, sending a mixture of pain and desire shooting through his nuts.
"My God!" he whispered. "Where did you learn to do all these things?"
"I never did them before in my life," she retorted. "But I always dreamed of doing it, and I can tell you, your cock and balls feel better in my hands than I ever imagined."
"Oh, Christ! That feels so terrific."
"Does it really, Uncle Ira?" she teased, her one hand still pulling on his swollen meat while the other almost squashed his balls.
Wahl's eyes were looking down, staring at the juncture of her beautiful, silken thighs, seeing the wet bush of curly cunt hair, and it made his mouth water.
"My God!" he murmured. "It's so unbelievable."
"Shall I squeeze harder, Uncle?"
"Crush them," he begged. "Crush my balls." Strange, hitherto-unknown passions were shooting through his body. The last time he'd felt this aroused was that first time he'd fucked his wife. Prior to that, there had never been a sensation to equal the one he was feeling now.
Colorless nectar was pouring heavily out of her sweet cunt, making her pussy hair look as if she had come out of a shower. Her cuntlips were shining, reflecting the light of the TV set now totally forgotten in the background. She knew he was looking at her flaming snatch, and opened and closed her thighs, increasing his arousal to an even greater pitch. And all the time her two hands continued working on his stiff cock and tight nuts.
"I'm going to hurt you some more," she told him. "I'm going to bite that tasty-looking cock of yours. I'm going to chew on it."
"Yes," he agreed, panting so heavily he could barely speak. "Bite it, chew it, and suck it. Make, me come a dozen times."
"But first I want you to do things to me, Uncle Ira. I took a shower about two hours ago, between TV shows, and I'm clean all over. So I want to feel you lick me all over. Start at my feet. Lick the soles of my feet, nibble my toes, and work your way up."
She fell back on the sofa and raised her feet in his direction, holding them up in the air, smiling wantonly at him, urging him on. He stared at her lovely, small, round tits as they seemed to grow somewhat, as if the hunger in his eyes was all they needed to enlarge. Her own hands were rubbing her nipples, making them fill with blood.
But with her feet up in the air, apart and pointing in his direction, he could stare between them down at the dark, dank center from which oily liquid still came oozing. A ray of light from the TV tube managed to work its way between her thighs and he felt himself salivate as he stared at her pouting cunt mound and slavering labes, made all the more beautiful by the ring of thick, forest like hair surrounding it.
Going to his knees, Wahl grabbed her left foot and kissed the arch, then slowly licked up towards the sole, making her squeal and gyrate with delight. His tongue pressed lightly against the ultra sensitive flesh of her foot, making her sigh with delight.
But all the while his eyes remained locked on her oozing pussy, looking more and more appetizing as the lips opened and closed with her breathing. Her fingers, like light butterflies, played across his shoulders, creating a bewitching sensation, increasing his hunger for her.
"My God!" she whimpered. "My God! It's a million times better than I ever dreamed. Don't stop!"
She panted and gulped as his mouth surrounded her big toe, sucking on it as avidly as she wished to suck on his cock. Then he took a second toe and a third one into his mouth, pressing them with his tongue, making her wriggle them furiously as her body writhed on the couch, her small titties bouncing more and more enticingly. He sucked strong and hard, and soon she was squealing wordless sounds as increased passion ran rampant through her entire body.
Abruptly she yanked her foot from his sucking mouth. He lunged for her, but she rolled off the sofa onto the floor as he hit the cushions.
"No more," she told him. "My foot can't take it. God! If that mouth of yours is as good in my pussy as it was with my feet, I'll have a hundred orgasms. Climb on top, Uncle Ira, start licking away, and let that wonderful prick and those marvelous balls dangle over my face."
Wahl didn't need to be urged a second time. He was in the sixty-nine position before she could finish speaking, his head between her thighs, staring down at the honey flowing from between those tantalizing pussylips. He wasted no time but sank his mouth directly between her thighs, latching onto the succulence of her dribbling cunt.
His tongue went straight for her hard, pearly clit, licking it wildly, slurping across it again and again as his lips felt the softness of her downy muff and his nose moved into the swampy slit of her anxious quiff. The prickling feeling of her pussy hair drove him insane, and he licked all the harder, sucking her quivering clit with all the power of his two lips, almost vacuuming it into his mouth.
The barest touch of her tongue running across the dangling tip of his fiery cock made him vibrate and shake, churning his body every which way. He could feel her hungering lips part and suck the tip of his blistering poker into her mouth and the sensation by itself drove him wild. But added to it was the knowledge it was Tracey's mouth doing the sucking, and he almost shot off then and there. God! She was a vampire, a leech the way she sucked and pulled with her lips while swabbing the head of his cock with her hot, slithery tongue again and again.
When his face finally sank into the morass of her bog like pussy, she closed her thighs tightly around his head, and with his fat, thick cock clogging her mouth, murmured, "Yes, yes, that's the way. Mmmmm!"
Wahl sent his tongue sluicing through the mouth of her sodden cunt lapping her blazing twat walls and slurping out the cream so he could drink it down. Her excitement, already at what she thought was a peak, began to climb even higher as her body writhed almost desperately under his slurping tongue. It sucked back and forth, rubbing her burning cunt walls again and again, then came snaking out to lick her flaming red button of flesh. With his cock halfway into her mouth, she moaned and sighed as his tongue began rimming the inside of her left outer labe, and then the inside of the right one. She vibrated like the tail of a jet plane as his tongue continued slobbering through her puffy gash, thrilling to the sweetish, salty taste of her dank pussy. He worked his tongue from side to side, opening her cuntlips even wider as she bounced wildly on the floor, slamming her crotch into his yearning, anxious face.
Wahl found he was spiraling his own body, his heavy balls slapping her nose and cheeks as her hands crawled all along his butt cheeks, one finger running up and down the crack of his hairy ass. The feel of her cheeks and nose touching his nuts made his cock seem to grow another half-inch then and there. It was either grow or burst open he was so overpowered with desire.
His body was once again perspiring heavily, and he was afraid she might be revolted by the odor of it. But the masculine scent of him only seemed to arouse her all the more. And so he sucked the syrupy fluid from her seething pussy, his tongue surging deeper and deeper into her gushing split. He spun his tongue across her nutlike clit, then sank into her scorching hole, only to withdraw and repeat the maneuver. Newer and greater turbulences swelled in her as she bounced wildly, arching her back to better receive the full pressure of his lapping tongue. She revolved her hips, and her butt would have bounced on the floor had he not had a handful of asscheek in each fist, tightly kneading and squeezing the taut, round globes as a forefinger toyed with her asshole much the same as one of hers was playing with his. And when his tongue left her dripping pussy to pay homage to her aching clit, he timed it so the finger near her asshole then moved to the sopping snatch and sank into it for an instant, coating itself with the tasty slime which it would then rub against the puckered entrance to her shit-chute.
Tracey began sucking his dick farther in, literally slurping all over the full length of his thick dong, and it was really thick. It seemed so massive it literally stretched her cheeks, rubbing against the roof of her mouth, her tongue, and the insides of both cheeks at once, while feeling the light scrape of her teeth. At one point he let himself down and almost strangled her with the length of his cock. She gagged, and he had to pull up again.
She let the weighty cock slide completely out of her mouth, then began licking his nuts, nipping the flesh with her teeth, sending all kinds of fiery quivers through his vibrating balls. And while her mouth nibbled at his nuts, one of her hands began tugging on the length of his hot tool while the forefinger of the other hand found the entrance to his asshole and began pushing in.
"I never realized an asshole could look so gorgeous," Tracey muttered. "It's absolutely fabulous the way it wrinkles up and seems to pucker, almost like it's waiting for a kiss."
His own finger was sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of the girl's tight asshole, and she began squealing as she literally punched her forefinger in the rest of the way. And then both were shoving their crotches hard against the other's face. She continued mouthing his balls and jerking his rod while he kept up the eating of her delectable pussy, drinking the free-flowing wine it released. And each continued pushing a finger into the hung of the other, causing the two asses to spin wildly.
She was approaching a climax, now. She knew it, but he, experienced as he was with women, also knew it. Her hand was tugging on his cock all the more wildly, her finger driving in and out of his tight asshole all the more swiftly. He swallowed her entire cunt, or so it seemed, as his tongue lapped and slurped and made the thick cream flow all the more freely, and then he squeezed her clit tightly between his lips, pressing hard, all but biting on it.
She squealed, then screamed, and began bucking madly as gushers of cunt water came jetting up into his face, flooding his eyes and nostrils.
"More!" she kept begging. "More!"
"More, huh?" he spat at her, sitting up and pressing his balls into her mouth. "I'll give you more. You said you wanted to be fucked. Well, fucked you'll be no matter how sorry I feel later on."
He had her flat on the floor, now. Her eyes seemed to glitter with a feral brightness in the light of the TV screen. He leaped up, yanking his crotch from her face, spun around, then fell flat on top of her. His thick, spongy knob began to press against her tight box, and for a moment Tracey feared he would split her in two with its thickness. The heavy knob began pushing harder, parting her tight labes, pressing itself into the squeezing confines of her frothing cunt, slick and heavy with the dew of her orgasm. In his cock went, all the way in, parting her cunt walls as if they were the entrance to the Red Sea, jamming his rod in to the balls. He filled her tight young snatch completely, stoppering the creaming cunt more effectively than a cork in the neck of a bottle. Tracey screeched, unaccustomed to having something so thick fill her. The stretching of her aching pussy walls brought a certain amount of unexpected pain, yet with it was the sweet rapture of hard, hot meat plumbing her cunt more effectively than any candle.
"Oh, God, Uncle Ira," she whispered. "You have no idea how long I've dreamed of this. You ye always been the man I've wanted first. Fuck me good. Make me really feel it. Don't be careful or tender. Really put the meat to me."
To Ira, it was a new sort of ecstatic bliss. Whoever said all cats were gray in the dark was crazy. Every pussy was different, but Tracey's was even more different than the others. Ira Wahl's tastes had always run to plump women, much like his wife, Harriet. This was the first time he had fucked a very slender female, and the sensation was to him as if he were being laid for the very first time. The taut narrowness of her clutching snatch, added to the greater room between her thighs, drove him mad with delight. She felt so delicate, so fragile, as if she would crack if he leaned on her too heavily. And her youthful cunt muscles, developed when she probed into herself with the candle, now squeezed his cock with a fierceness no other woman had ever matched.
He threw his full weight on her, letting his heavy stomach slam into her, and he could hear her gasp. Yet her body remained both firm and resilient, her gasp being one of ecstatic wonder at the sensation of his meaty prick driving into her twat rather than one of surprise at the pressure of his weight. He felt the way his thick rod seemed to just barely snug into her youthful cunt, his hard, heavy balls slamming against her perineum, actually touching the crack in her ass.
Tracey felt the weight of his nuts slam against her asscheeks and wished her asshole could widen enough to gobble up his balls while her cunt swallowed his throbbing dong.
"Fuck me hard!" she begged. "Fuck me deep!"
"Better believe it," Wahl promised, and slammed his heavy prick deeply into her fuming hole.
She sighed as he slid his rod back only to hammer it home again, repeating the action with strong consistency. She thrilled to the way his dick continually pistoned in and out of her horny snatch, making loud slurping sounds because the fit was so tight.
She thought about her brother's cock and wondered if it was as thick as her uncle's. She doubted it. She hadn't seen Marty's prong for a long time, now. He was always prudish about dressing behind closed doors.
She heaved her crotch straight up in spite of the weight on top of her, matching the lunges of her uncle's mighty prick stroke for stroke, and when she once again wrapped her arms around his neck, she felt his mouth seek hers. The taste and smell of beer, normally abhorrent to her, was fantastically arousing. She remembered feeling those lips she was now kissing when they had kissed the lips of her hungry cunt. He had used this same mouth to drink the flowing nectar running from her twat, and in her own mind, mingled with the taste of the beer, was the fabulous flavor of her cunt, the same cunt his heavy cock was fucking at that moment.
His tongue sliced into her mouth, licking this way and that, lapping at the insides of her cheeks, licking her gums, tickling her palate, raking across her teeth. It was as if this were truly the first time she was aware of the marvel of a licking tongue, the slick search of the oral digit reaching into the depths of her own mouth.
His rigid prick lanced heavily into her squeezing, juicing cunt, and his tongue speared almost as weightily into her mouth. He was keeping the motion of his throbbing cock constant with his slithery tongue, timing both beats in an ecstatic, lustful fuck-rhythm that drove her into rapturous heaven.
Tracey bounced wildly under the weight of her uncle's stomach, finding him more and more arousing with each passing second, congratulating herself on insisting he be the one to fuck her first. She rode his punching prong, kicking his ass with her heels as if attempting to urge another, nonexistent inch of dick into her box. The heavy roundness of his ass seemed like natural cushions for her pounding heels, and she tautened her body all the more as she kicked them, making him fuck into her even harder.
Wahl's thick cock became a mad, plunging piston, shaking her fuck-tunnel with every powerful in thrust. Her small, firm titties shook wildly each time the knob of his steaming cock slammed into the end of her cunt, and her asscheeks automatically tightened each time she felt his balls slap against them.
"Oh, Jesus!" he muttered. "This time I'm gonna come."
He ran his heavy dong almost straight down into what was now an up thrust pussy, and she rotated her tight cunt around the stem as she felt the helmetlike knob begin to swell even more. It was getting to be too much for her, as well. Her own orgasm was mere seconds away.
He shot his boiling seed into his niece's frothing cunt. Tracey squealed, feeling the flaming blast of his jizz. She felt her uncle's dick blast again and again, and she thrilled to the hot fuck juice squirting against the end of her cunt. She felt the heavy stream of its sticky wetness coat her sheath, seeming to fill her womanly hole completely.
"Oh, God!" Tracey squeaked, using her knees to press deeply into Wahl's sides, determined to keep his prick locked into her until she had her own orgasm. Her heels pounded on his ass, kicking hard.
"Shoot it, Uncle!" she gasped. "Shoot all of it into me! Fill my cunt with your jizz! Just let me tighten my cunt around that cock of yours… ooooh… yeah… I can feel… it. It's there! That cock of yours is gonna make me COMMMME!!"
The magic moment was there, exploding with all the violence of a newborn volcano. Her cunt began vibrating like a tuning fork gone wild as the feeling swelled inside her cum-filled twat, and from there through the rest of her body. She rode to the top of eternity, enjoying a climax that was ultimate, wondering why she had never been able to attain such a feeling before.
And then, slowly, wonderingly, her orgasm began to settle. And as it settled, she slowly brought her legs down along his hips, making every touch a feathery caress along the length of his own tense loins.
Wahl, aware of his weight, wanted to roll off the girl. But at that moment, Tracey felt herself capable of bearing him and held him in place with her hands.
"I'll crush you," he whispered hoarsely.
"Crush me," she begged. "I want more."
"Tracey, I'm not a young man any more. I don't have your kind of stamina."
"Tonight you will," she promised. "Tonight we'll go to your bedroom where we have the rest of the night to fuck again and again."
"You have more faith in me than I have in myself."
"I just think you still want me, even after that great come of yours."
"Wanting and doing are two different thins."
"You'll do," she promised, releasing him, letting him stand up as he withdrew his prick from her bubbling snatch.
He looked down and saw his rod was already beginning to harden again. He couldn't believe it. He hadn't been this virile in years. It was only in those first ten years of marriage that he'd been able to raise hard-on after hard-on, and now he was doing it again.
He realized then it was because, in his own way, he loved little Tracey, just as he had loved Harriet right from the start. And as he followed her to his bedroom, he also realized he would probably be able to do as much with his daughter, because now he could admit he wanted to fuck her.