"God, this is fucking!" Roy gushed. "We've just started and already it's the best piece of ass I've ever had."
"Better than that whore you fucked for free when you were in the Navy?" Marsha asked.
"Shit, she was dead below the waist compared to you," Roy said.
"Hmmm, now who's blowing smoke up whose ass?" Marsha chuckled. "But I love it too."
She wrapped her legs around her uncle's waist, grinding his crotch against her pelvic bone. His cock dug into her cunt so she could feel every inch of it, and Marsha swore she could count twelve.
Now Roy asked, "Where do I stand when it comes to the other guy you've fucked?"
"I always think whoever's fucking me is the best," Marsha answered. "But, right now, I'm thinking about better than best."
"That gives me plenty to live up to," Roy said.
"You're doing just perfect," Marsha moaned just as she climaxed.
"You're coming, aren't you?" Roy rasped as his niece writhed beneath him.
"Like crazy," Marsha whimpered with joy. "Keep it happening for me, Uncle Roy. Rip my cunt with your huge cock!"
"This might get rough," Roy warned, lifting his niece's knees over his shoulders so he could drive forward with all his strength.
"It better!" Marsha replied.
Roy bent Marsha's body back over double. Now his prick was angling practically straight down in her cunt. The cock-strokes were brutal, delivered faster and faster until Roy's prick was a blur as it pistoned in and out of his niece's cunt. "Still coming, baby?" Roy asked.
"Stronger than ever," Marsha gasped. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
"Can't keep it up like this for long without coming myself," Roy wheezed after a half-dozen surges of his prick. "Can't hold back the jizz much longer."
"Then let it go!" Marsha cried. "Nothing I want more than a cuntful of your hot cream!"
She tugged Roy's cock with her pussy muscles, locking every inch of it inside her. Rotating her hips, she applied all the pressure she could on her uncle's straining prick-meat. And for good measure reached into the crush of loins and squeezed Roy's swollen balls to prime their cum supply.
"Now! Now!" Marsha called for the jizz she craved. "Come in my cunt, Uncle Roy!"
"Yes! Yes!" Roy answered feverishly. "I'll flood your cunt!"
His cock erupted with a torrent of liquid heat in his niece's cunt. Marsha's pussy was swiftly swamped with cum and she knew male cream would be leaking down the crack of her ass by the time Roy's prick was finished spurting.
And now Roy had just unloaded his final wad of cock-juice. His orgasmic tension snapped, he lay on top of Marsha as if he were sprawled face down in a hammock. His prick, so hard a moment ago, was shrinking in his niece's oozing pussy.
"Ahhh, what a fuck," Marsha sighed. She put her hand down to the junction of their crotches and moistened her fingertips with the sticky goo.
"So much cum my pussy just couldn't hold it all. I'm a mess."
"A beautiful mess," Roy dreamily replied. "Your cunt's so wet I feel like I'm floating between your legs."
Marsha took her dripping fingers from her crotch, offering them to her uncle so he could taste his own jizz. Roy licked her hand, not at all shy about sampling the excess cream from his cock. In fact, it turned him on so much that he was immediately thirsty for more.
Slipping down Marsha's naked body, Roy fit his head into the crux of her thighs. Then he was eating her out, sucking his own cum from her freshly fucked cunt.
Now it was Roy's tongue working in Marsha's pussy instead of his cock. Marsha could hardly tell the difference. Her hips began to squirm all over again as her uncle reamed her out. Before long she was climaxing once more.
Roy didn't stop going down on Marsha's cunt until he had lapped it clean of cum. At this point his prick had regained its hardness. He knelt and showed his revived hard-on to his niece, proudly gripping it in his fist so it jutted like a weapon.
"What're you gonna do with that, Uncle Roy?" Marsha teased.
"I'll let you decide that," Roy teased back.
"Well, hmmmm, let's see," Marsha playfully replied.
She seemed to be thinking, things over, scratching her head. Actually, she already knew exactly how she wanted to take Roy's big cock next. But it was fun going along with her uncle's little game, pretending that she was just a little bit innocent in the ways of sex.
Hesitating just enough to make herself seem girlishly unsure of the course she was taking, Marsha rolled over and knelt on all fours. After a pause she parted the cheeks of her raised ass, still appearing to be not quite certain of her actions. Now her cunt was spread from the rear so she resembled a bitch in heat. She made her thighs quiver and purposely stepped up her breathing, as though she had never offered herself this way to a man before.
Roy, of course, recognized the position immediately. "So you want me to dog-fuck you, huh?" he said excitedly, stroking his hard-on in anticipation.
"Is that what they really call doing it from behind? Dog-fucking?" Marsha gulped as if she had never heard the term before. "Gee, that sounds so dirty."
Marsha was so convincing that her uncle couldn't tell whether she was kidding or serious. He decided to assume that dog-fucking really was something new for her -- which was just what Marsha wanted.
"I'm not sure we should be doing it like this, after all," Marsha lied, with an expertly manufactured flutter of doubt in her voice. "We're people, not animals."
"Trust me," Roy firmly answered. "Just do what I say. You'll get used to it real fast, I guarantee it."
He patted Marsha on her ass. Then placed his hand against her cunt and rubbed the furry mound until it squished with moist arousal.
"Mmmm, that feels good," Marsha moaned, rocking on her knees while her uncle massaged her pussy.
"My cock'll feel even better," Roy promised. "Just got to get you in the right frame of mind for this kind of fucking. Listen to what I say, sweetheart."
"I'm all ears, Uncle Roy."
"Okay, then. Close your eyes. Forget I'm your uncle. Think of me as a big, hairy dog," Roy said. He growled for emphasis.
"Oh, it's so realistic," Marsha replied. "You sound just like a German shepherd."
Roy growled some more, and scratched his fingernails like a dog's claws across his niece's back.
"Wow, I'm really getting into it now," Marsha panted. "I feel like a little white poodle who hopped the fence."
This was just what Roy had been waiting to hear. Without delay he thrust his prick into his niece's cunt from behind. Marsha yelped as his cock drove into her. Roy began fucking in earnest and Marsha whimpered in response while her uncle's big cock drilled her rear-spread cunt.
The transformation was complete. Temporarily Roy and Marsha no longer uncle and niece. He was a horny German shepherd and she was a stray poodle in heat as they fucked like dogs. Once the fucking began there was no further reason for Marsha to pretend she didn't know exactly what she was doing. It was time for her to buck back as good as she was getting it.
The thing Marsha liked best about dog-fucking was how deeply her cunt could take a cock. The maximum penetration gave her the opportunity to do things with her cunt that would make a guy's cock sore for days -- leave her stamp on him so he couldn't get her out of his mind.
Turning on the pressure, she tightened her pussy muscles, then relaxed them. Tightened and relaxed them, relaxed and tightened them. Over and over again. The rippling effect on Roy's cock made him think Marsha's cunt was sucking his balls inside out.
Suddenly Roy was human again. "Gonna come!" he shouted.
When he said this Marsha started climaxing herself. Her uncle had to hold onto her tits to hang on for the ride she was now giving him. And it was while his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her tits that his hilted prick exploded with jizz in her dog fucked cunt.
"Oh, shoot it, Uncle Roy, shoot it into me!" Marsha urged as the squirting cum scalded her womb.
Roy had one last blast
of jizz in him. After it was delivered his bones turned to rope and his muscles to jelly. All at once he was dead weight on. Marsha's back. Marsha wiggled out from under him and he collapsed face down on the floor. There he lay, catching his breath and collecting his wits, not just his cock fucked limp, but his whole body. Finally Roy looked up, expecting to see his niece.
However, Marsha wasn't there. When he looked around and couldn't find her. A woozy Roy briefly wondered if it had all been a dream.
Then he felt between his legs. His sticky prick was sore to the touch after two trips up that tight, young cunt of Marsha's.
"I fucked her all right," Roy sighed with a combination of pleasure and awe. "Fucked my own niece."
In the meantime, Marsha was on her way back upstairs. As it turned out, she wasn't making the trip alone. When she had slipped out of the basement she had run right into an eavesdropping Linda.
"So you saw the whole thing, huh?" Marsha whispered to her cousin as the two of them tip-toed in the darkness.
"How could I resist?" Linda giggled. "It isn't every night a girl has a chance to watch her dad and cousin fuck."
"I know," Marsha chuckled, already looking forward to a front row seat when her own father and Linda got it on. "Tomorrow night you're staying over at my house."
"My overnight bag's already packed," Linda answered excitedly.
CHAPTER FIVE
Marsha's parents were pleased that Linda was going to be an overnight guest in their home. To Jack and Sharon Cole their niece was just the kind of person they wanted as an influence on their daughter.
"I'm so glad those two have decided to be friends," Sharon Cole said to her husband while the girls were in the den watching television. "Maybe some of Linda's good habits will rub off on Marsha."
"I hope so," Jack Cole answered. "Marsha worries me. With her it's just boys, boys, boys."
"Maybe Linda's example will change that," Sharon Cole said with crossed fingers. "She might get Marsha's mind off boys and onto something more worthwhile."
"We'll see," Jack Cole sighed. "I just hope it doesn't turn out the other way around. Don't forget, Linda can learn just as much from our little Marsha as she can teach her."
"Oh, don't be silly, Jack," Sharon laughed. "Linda is a saint."
"Which Marsha mast definitely isn't," Jack said, getting blunter. "Let's face it, the girl's a tramp."
"That's a terrible thing for a father to say about his own daughter," Sharon replied. But there was no real anger in her words because she knew that her husband spoke the truth.
Now Jack and Sharon Cole fell into silence.
Whenever they discussed Marsha they always reached this point. They were both aware that their daughter was anything but a virgin, but neither of them had any idea what to do about it. It was time to either change the subject or end the conversation entirely.
Finally Sharon said she was going to bed to read. Jack answered that he'd be up later. They parted, leaving Jack downstairs with the girls.
As he walked down the hall toward the den where his daughter and niece were, Jack wondered why he hadn't just gone to bed with his wife. He'd told Sharon he had something to do downstairs, but that wasn't really true -- or was it?
Jack found himself at the entrance to the den, eavesdropping on Marsha and Linda. The door was ajar so it was easy for him to overhear what they were saying. He got an earful.
"What difference does it make what's wrong and what's right?" one of the girls told the other. "All I know is that I love to fuck. Like they say, if it feels good, do it -- that's my motto."
While he listened to this, Jack Cole just assumed at first that it was his daughter speaking. But the second voice he heard turned out to be Marsha's, as she protested against what Linda had actually said.
"Oh, Linda, get wise to yourself," Marsha snapped at her cousin. "I've been through that whole trip and believe me it's not worth it. Putting out for guys winds up leaving you feeling just like... well, pardon my language, but just like a cunt."
"That's just exactly how I want to feel!" Linda declared defiantly. "Like a juicy, wet cunt!"
Jack peered through the crack of the door just in time to see his supposedly innocent niece rubbing her crotch. He couldn't believe it.
"C'mon, Linda," Marsha scolded, "where's your self-respect?"
"Right between my legs," Linda shot back.
"Oh, you're hopeless," Marsha muttered.
"Hopelessly horny," Linda laughed. "Just look."
Linda slipped her hand inside her tight jeans, her knuckles bulging under the fly. When her fingers emerged they glistened in the light.
"Fresh pussy juice," she giggled, then tasted the sticky essence from her own cunt with a loud slurp.
"You're disgusting," Marsha huffed. "I don't know why I invited you to spend the night. I can't talk any sense into you. Nobody can. I'm going to bed. You can stay down here and finger-fuck yourself into a coma for all I care."
"Maybe I'll do just that," Linda answered with a smirk. "I'm so horny I've got to do something to get myself off tonight. Damn, I wish your brother was home from college so he could fuck me."
"Tad wouldn't touch a cheap, little whore like you," Marsha fumed. "You're on your own."
With that, Marsha got up and marched toward the door. Out in the hall, her father had to flatten himself against the wall in the darkness to avoid being seen.
Then Marsha was gone and it was just Jack and his niece. He resumed his eavesdropping.
Linda sat on the couch. She unfastened her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles, kicking them away. Then she removed her blouse. Now she was in just her bra and panties. Jack felt his pulse quicken as the blood rushed to his cock and balls.
She unhooked her bra. Her small but perfect tits tumbled free, their red nipples stiff with desire. She played with them, and as she did her legs fell apart.
"Okay, now, enough of my titties," Linda purred to herself. She patted her damp crotch.
As he watched and heard this Jack felt like his excited prick was going to bust right out of his pants. His niece had him so horny he felt like an animal. With his reason rapidly fading he still had enough judgment left to realize that he was capable of anything in his current state. He knew this was his last chance to leave.
But he stayed right there, thinking with his cock instead of his brain.
Now Linda had peeled her panties away. And that was when her uncle saw her shaved cunt. Jack practically came in his pants from the sight of it.
"Oooooh," Linda murmured, "what I'd give for a cock to fuck. But I guess I'll just have to use my damned fingers on my pussy. If I don't come right away I'll be climbing the walls."
She slipped her middle finger into her pussy to the last knuckle. Then frowned.
She added a second finger to her cunt. Then third. However, she still wasn't satisfied. "My whole hand in my pussy is what I need," she told herself.
Jack watched with amazement as his niece stuffed the last of her fingers inside her expanding pussy. Now she jerked her arm and her entire hand was in there to the wrist.
Linda gritted her teeth, apparently in pain. "You can do it," she told herself. "C'mon, make a fist. A fist in your cunt. Yes, it'll hurt so good when your big, hard fist is fucking you."
She accomplished her goal. Quickly her elbow was bobbing up and down as she powered her clenched knuckles within her pussy.
"I'm coming," Linda moaned after a few moments of fist-fucking. "Coming already."
Pussy juice trickled along her forearm. As he looked on, Jack was so aroused that he couldn't stand it. He had to do something to relieve the terrible pressure between his legs.
Before Jack was aware of what he was doing, he had his stiff cock out of his pants. It was in his hand. He was jerking off for the first time since he was a kid.
"This is crazy," he warned himself when he realized what he was doing. But he couldn't stop beating his meat any more than his niece could stop fist-fuckin
g her shaved pussy.
While his hand moved around his prick, Jack could feel his nuts tighten. It felt as if a dam were going to burst between his legs.
And then it did.
"Oh, my God," Jack groaned when he saw the jet of cum flying from his abruptly spurting cock.
Linda looked up. At that point one of Jack's wobbly knees pushed the door all the way open. So there he was, standing there with his dripping prick in his hand in plain view of his naked niece. "I'm s-sorry," Jack stammered.
Linda just stared at him. Then, slowly, a grin spread across her freckled face.
"I'm just as guilty as you are, Uncle Jack," she finally said. "You caught me getting off and I caught you."
She paused, pulling her gleaming fist from her moist cunt with a loud pop while Jack let go of his drained cock.
"Seems to me we ought to combine forces," Linda suggested to her mind-bent uncle with a seductive chuckle. "You know, like partners in crime."
The word "crime" made Jack wince. Because committing one was exactly what he was on the verge of doing. As a lawyer he was well aware that incest was a felony. He could see prison bars in his future. But he could also see his niece's naked body in the flesh, and that was what held uncontrollable sway over him.
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked his niece breathlessly.
"You've got a cock and I've got a cunt," Linda stated the facts in the simplest terms. "What else?"
She reclined on the couch, spreading her legs so her smooth pussy was an open delight.
"Fuck me, Uncle Jack, fuck me, fuck me," she began to softly croon.
Jack edged toward her, his cock harder than ever. Even as a kid he'd never had a piece of ass as young as the one Linda was offering him. When he'd been a teenager he'd always gone to whores.
No girl his own age had ever put out for him back then. Now he felt like he was getting a chance to relive his youth the way he'd always wanted it to be.
Jack had reached the couch and dropped to his knees at the shrine of his niece's shaved cunt. "Can I eat you first?" he asked nervously.
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