Both my wife and I come from large families. When we are all together, there's over fifty in attendance. Even though we don't gather frequently, we are a pretty close knit family.

My name is Howard, Howdy to most since I was a kid. I was given the nickname because my youthful awkwardness reminded my friends of the TV character, Howdy Doody. My given name was given me as a reminder to my very famous, mega-wealthy biological father, that his sexually indiscreet ways with his promiscuous secretary, should not soon be forgotten.

Though shunned publicly for most of my life, his death became a point of liberation for me and my mom. Succumbing to the stresses of life, Mom became an alcoholic and drug user to numb her pain, and ultimately abandoned the desire to take care of me.

When I was just a kid, Mom's younger sister became my mother figure. Weeks after I turned sixteen, Maudie invited me to live with her because my Mom was no longer capable of caring for herself, let alone me. Maudie was just twelve years older than me, beautiful, shapely, and well endowed in the tits department. She seemed to have an obsession with them and constantly sought my approval as to how they looked. That is a story for another time.

Years after my biological father's death, the courts finally recognized us as rightful heirs to his estate. To this day, no other members of our family know my true genealogy. Not even Maudie, God rest her soul, ever knew the truth.

Scars like those heal very slowly. They take a toll on you, even if you don't know it's taking a toll on you. The burden of the name has faded with years, but still lingers if you know what I mean. Time doesn't really heal all wounds, but the things wealth buys, helps.

Because of the size of our estate, nearly all family gatherings take place at our ranch home. There are ample activities for everyone, and over a thousand acres to roam and explore.

This brings me to why I write this story. It involves my niece Heather, a stunningly beautiful, petite brunette with coal black eyes and a million dollar smile that softens the bluntness of her foul mouth. Actually, she's my niece by marriage. Since the day I met her, she and I shared 'something'. Our 'hello' and 'goodbye' hugs always lasted a second longer than they should. Our glances lingered. Body language held a secret of carnal attraction.

With fingers curled, she would dig her nails lightly into my flesh when we hugged. She always pecked my cheek with a kiss and playfully called me, "Daddy." That practice has gone on for so many years, no one pays attention to it anymore. The sweet aroma of her perfume and fluttering lashes always had the ability to stiffen my cock in a flash. I'm sure she noticed.

I was always too bashful to glance around to see if anyone was watching when we hugged. It always ended the same, I would quickly sit down, hopeful no one noticed my growing erection.

Even though Heather was a mom of two, her body was toned and tanned. I did my best to not to be obvious, but the fact remained, we seemed to be on a collision course to act out our lustful passions. She knew it. I knew it. But we waited.

It was the holiday season just last year, and like most years past, all had gathered at our ranch between Houston and San Antonio for a week long R&R. The time of year might have been winter, but this is South Texas and the weather can be all over the place.

With night temps in the mid 60's, steam rose off the heated pool in a ghostly, romantic fog. Egg nog was flowing and so were hormones. The shrill laughter of playing kids in the distance suggested all was well. Most of the adults were in small groups around fire pits, drinking, cackling and sharing stories.

With drink in hand, I sat by myself with my back to the window wall of the great room behind me. I was perfectly content just taking it all in, watching Heather swim laps by herself, feeling the anticipation of what her body would look like in her skimpy swimsuit as it clung to her every curve and crevice when she emerged from the pool. Heather had large, well defined nipples that proudly jutted out. Those images were compounding the effects of the alcohol.

Heather finished her laps and swam to the pools edge nearest me. My hypnotic gaze towards her was suddenly interrupted as she splashed water my direction.

"What are you doing over there by yourself, Daddy?"

I raised my drink in a toast to her and laughed, "Doing my laps vicariously through you Heather."

The rim of the glass touched my lips and I imagined for a moment it was her tongue parting my lips.

In one swift moment, Heather placed her palms on the coping and launched herself out of the pool, both breasts freeing themselves as her top betrayed her. As she stood, she quickly covered them up with a boisterous laugh. Everyone else seemed too absorbed in their conversations to notice.

She grabbed her towel and began patting herself dry as she walked towards me. I smiled approvingly of her mishap.

"Well Daddy, did you like the little peep show?" she giggled.

I smiled as I glanced at the bulge in my lap, "Seems we both did."

Heather took the chair opposite me, crossing her legs in the seat. The towel was draped around her shoulders, leaving her taut tummy and muscular legs exposed.

"I couldn't help but notice you watching me do laps, Daddy. Were you keeping count?"

"Hahaha. Counting laps was the furthest thing from my imagination."

"Really? What were you thinking about then?" Heather smiled sheepishly.

I took a long slow sip of my drink. "Thirsty Heather? Can I get you something?"

Heather smiled a big cheesy grin, "What can you offer me Daddy, besides a hardon?"

Her comment made me choke and cough, which she thought was hysterical.

Heather's smile turned lustful. "Is anyone behind us paying attention to us Daddy?"

A quick glance around confirmed that no one gave a rip about our conversation.

"Where's hubby, Heather?"

"Where's wifey, Daddy?"

My cock strained against my shorts. Heather couldn't help but notice how aroused I was.

"Do you know what I'm thinking, Daddy?"

"Hmmmm, no and I won't even venture a guess." I smirked.

"Well, I'm thinking it's time for a hot shower. My body is a bit chilled from the night air." Then her fingertips lightly brushed back and forth across her hard nipples as she stared at me with a fake frown, "They are aching from being cold and erect for so long. And Daddy, I need warmed up, from the inside out."

A long silence ensued. Everything around me went silent except for the pulsing sound of blood coursing through my cock. All my senses were laser focused on Heather. Was that an invitation I asked myself. Was 'it' finally about to happen?

"What does any of that have to do with me Heather?" I furled my brow and asked as I took another sip.

Heather's hand lightly brushed across her top, fingertips lingering on the edge, before slipping partially inside. I could make out the outline of her fingers as they neared her nipples. "Oh nothing Daddy. I just thought you would like to know."

She shot me a demure sultry look all rolled into one long gaze as her lips pursed and her glance darted between my eyes and my bulge.

Heather's other hand slowly traced the curves down her abs before they dipped into her lap, nails teasingly raking her inner thigh before her fingers disappeared into the fold where her upper inner thigh and bikini met.

I was suffocating under the weight of my own lust. My cock pounded, but I didn't dare touch it for fear I would explode in my swim shorts.

Heather basked in the realm of knowing she was driving me crazy.

"Well Daddy, I just wanted you to know where I'd be in case you needed me for anything."

The light from the great room behind me illuminated her every beautiful feature. Heather lifted one leg and widening her position, rested her heel on the seat's edge. Leaning back in the seat, she scooted her hips to the edge and slowly swayed one knee side to side, giving me intermittent views of her swollen lips, taunting me from behind her white bikini bottoms. Heather offered up her most innocent of smiles as she watched me fixate on her crotch.

"So Heather, do you want something to drink or not?"

I hoped changing the subject would allow the erection to subside to the point where I could function.

"Yes Daddy. I want a 'Bare Naked Lady'. Don't you?" she giggled thinking she had caught me off guard.

"Fuck you." I muttered as I stood to go make her a drink.

Heather's mouth fell agape and surprise covered her face. "Did I hear you correctly? OMG. Did you just tell me 'Fuck you'?"

She squinted at me as a playful smile spread across her face.

"Daddy, that sounded really, really naughty coming from you."

I stopped and looked over my shoulder as I neared the door. "Good!, it was intended to be."

Before I made her drink, I headed to the master bathroom at the end of the hallway to take a leak. I halfway pushed the door closed behind me and stood there staring in the mirror, as I lowered my swim shorts. My cock was thick and long with arousal, and eagerly sprang upward as I loosened the draw string. My man slit oozed precum and glistened. It was a wonder I hadn't soaked a spot through my shorts already. I rubbed the tip with my fingers, smearing it around the large bulbous head, watching it swell with each stroke of my other hand. I closed my eyes and imagined Heather taking me by the shaft, slowly pumping me manually before falling to her knees.

The sound of the bathroom door closing and locking startled me. Heather stood there, back pressed against the door, staring at my cock. Her breathing was labored. Her nipples looked harder than ever. She looked as horny as I felt.

"I have to pee too."

Heather licked her lips as she passed behind me, hand lingering on my hip at the loosened waistband, tits rubbing my back as she slid by. I watched her in the mirror as she stepped into the toilet area, leaving the door open. Her large tits swayed as she wiggled her bottoms past her hips, letting them drop to the floor around her feet.

She had a beautiful black patch of pussy hair, neatly trimmed into a perfect triangle. Heather leaned forward slightly as the sound of her piss splashed in the toilet. My cock throbbed even harder.

She finished and rolled up a handful of toilet paper. Spreading her legs wide, she patted her pussy lips dry. Holding the TP to her nose, she said, "Hmmmm, Don't you just love the aromatic mix of an aroused pussy and fresh pee."

I walked towards her as she remained on the toilet.

Her eyes locked on my cock as I took a handful of her hair and arched her neck backward. Then straddling her legs, I gripped my shaft and began to cock slap her face, splattering precum droplets across her beautiful cheeks.

Heather instinctively wrapped her arms around my hips, digging her nails into my ass, squeezing and roughly massaging my ass as she rubbed her tits across my thighs. Her wanton expression urged me to shove my cock in her mouth, which I did. I ran the tip of my cock from corner to corner across her open lips. Her tongue darted in and out along my head, capturing precum droplet.

My hand moved behind her head, pushing my cock deeper into her open mouth, gagging her with my forcefulness. Heather stared at me with uncertainty as I slowly pumped back and forth.

"I knew it." I moaned as I slow fucked her throat.

She gripped me mid shaft as she pulled me from her mouth. "You knew what Daddy?"

"I knew you were a cock hungry little slut Heather. I've known it all along. Even from our first embrace I knew you were a slut."

She giggled, "What did I ever do to make you think that?"

Heather stared intently at me as she began to pump my cock faster. "Cum for me Daddy." she urged. She rubbed her tits back and forth across my thighs as she pumped.

"I want to feel your cum splatter my face and titties, Daddy. Cum on your slut, Daddy."

I felt my balls clench tight as she pumped me with both hands. My eyes rolled back and I felt the first stream of cum course through my cock. I reached for the walls of both sides, bracing myself as I felt the first surge erupt. Her squeal of delight told me the first orgasm had made landfall. I looked down at the long ribbon of cum that adorned her from cheek to chin.

"MORE DADDY... give me more, Daddy." Heather grunted as she pumped faster and harder.

The second and third eruptions landed on her chin and neck, then roped across the tops of both tits.

She quickly began scooping up cum with the sides of her fingers, and sucking it from her fingers as she pumped with the other hand. Cum still oozed from my slit, which she licked clean. My body had never felt so totally relaxed.

Heather continued licking and sucking my withering cock until she was convinced she had coaxed the last of my seed from my balls.

I looked at her. So fucking beautiful. Heather released her grip on my cock and began smearing the remnant of my orgasms across her tits, then down her tummy and into her pussy.

A slick film criss crossed her torso. She squeezed at her nipples as her other hand rubbed at her hard clit. Watching her gave my cock fresh life. As it grew, she took me in her mouth again and sucked me like a nursing calf.

She sucked me till she came, squirting multiple streams into the toilet. I took a handful of her hair, pulling her off the toilet, halfway dragging her towards the mirror. I spun her to face our reflections and bent her forward till her tits were on the cold granite surface.

Without prompting, she spread her legs wide, welcoming whatever advance I was going to offer. Her thighs glistened from her squirting. I ran my hands up and down her thighs, swatting her ass cheeks hard, rubbing her juices all over her pussy and ass. She squealed with delight at the sting I left.

Resting her chin of her folded hands, Heather watched me as she arched her back, offering her undercarriage for my inspection. I dropped to my knees behind her, spreading her ass with my thumbs. Her mild protest was met with another hard swat. I spit into her ass, then smeared in around her tightly puckered asshole.

"I've never..."

"What Heather?" I interrupted. "You've never had anyone play with or fuck your ass?"

"No. Never," she answered timidly.

I ran the palm of my hand into her black bush from behind, feeling her wetness as I probed roughly. My long thick fingers pressed her swollen pussy lips together, which made her squirm with delight. I dipped my middle finger into her tight opening, making her muscles clamp firmly around it.

We stared at each other in the mirror as I finger fucked her, slowly at first, then with a pounding force that made a slurping, slapping sound each time I slammed her. Heather's moans grew louder and I covered her mouth with my free hand to muffle her cries. She seemed to really like that too. Her body trembled wildly, then her body convulsed, tightening hard around my finger as she came a second time.

I licked and sucked at her sweet pussy till she had had multiple orgasms, splashing my face over and over again. Between licks to her pussy, I licked at her little starfish and ran my thumb back and forth around it, letting her get used to the touch.

She was so engrossed in her body racking orgasms she hadn't noticed my thumb was now planted palm deep in her anus. My hand pushed back in forth against her, my thumb loosening her sphincter muscles.

When I looked up from watching myself finger fucking both her holes, she was smiling at me in the mirror.

"Shall we try it Heather?" I smiled.

"Fuck my pussy first, Daddy," she cooed, "then I will let you ass fuck me too."

I spread her ass cheeks with both hands as the tip of my cock parted her slippery lips. The heat from under her was intense. I held the tip of my cock just inside her opening, letting her feel me pulse. Her pussy muscles cinched tightly around my head.

Her reflection in the mirror was so delightful. It was like fucking and watching a porno flick at the same time. I took her by the hips. On queue, she pushed back towards me till I was balls deep inside her. Her eyes glassed over as I stretched her tight womb.

With my cock deeply planted in her tight cunt, I reached around her, lifting her leg until her foot was on the counter top. Her beautiful hairy pussy was now on full display. Heather reached between her legs, running her fingers through her pussy hair, feeling the length of my shaft as I slid in and out of her. Heather's hips gyrated in a near poetic circular motion, meeting each of my thrusts with equal force.

Why had we waited so long for this moment I asked myself. Those thoughts stopped as I felt her hand taking my balls, massaging them as if silently asking if there was any more cum to offer.

Our pace quickened. Our thrusts became harder, more violent. Our moans became a cacophony of guttural abuse towards each other.

"Fuck me harder, Daddy." Heather moaned with a contorted expression.

I grabbed her hair, arching her back and neck as I rammed her tight pussy as fast and hard as I could, balls slapping at her clit. Heather's body began to shake again. She squeezed and pinched at her nipples as I slammed her angrily.

"I'm going to cum again, Daddy. Ohhhh Daddy. Fuck me. FUCK ME!"

Heather and I triggered each other's orgasms, cum pouring from her gaping pussy hole when I withdrew. Cum ran down her thighs in big pearlescent globs. Without thinking, or asking I pushed the slippery tip of my cock against her asshole, nudging past her first ring of resistance will little effort.

Heather bolted upright as the uninvited intruder breached her stronghold. A look of intense surprise covered her face. I stopped, cock still half way buried up her tight ass, waiting for permission. Her breathing was heavily labored. Her eyes were wide and full of uncertainty.

Our eyes stayed glued to each others as I reached for her forearms, locking my grip around her wrists tightly. Instinctively, she took my wrists in her hands, holding on tightly, bracing herself for the unknown. I watched every grimace with shameful delight as I slowly pushed the full length of my throbbing cock into her ass. Her mouth was agape, but nothing came out. No moan, no scream, no audible wince. Her nails dug into my wrists.

I looked down to watch the first retreat from her ass. Her anus snugly around my cock with slow retreat. I left about three inches inside her before beginning my next slow thrust. Once again her mouth opened as if she wanted to scream. This time there was only the rushing sound of a deep exhale as I pushed deep inside.

We caught each other in the mirror again. This time she had a mischievous smile on her face and shook her head as if to say she was getting the hang of having a hard cock up her ass.

"Okay Daddy." Heather tilted her pelvis to accept the intruder more easily, and moaned loudly between each long deep thrust. "I'm ready to feel you cum in my ass."

I watched her expressions as I began to fuck her faster. Her rings of tightness gripped my intruder tightly. After a dozen or so slow pushes, Heather was taking cock in the ass like a pro.

She played with her pussy as I fucked her ass harder, faster and deeper. I could hear her fingers slopping and pounding inside her pussy as I finally came in her ass.

After 30-40 minutes of incredible fucking, we were worn out. I turned her to face me as she leaned back against the counter. For the first time, we embraced and kissed as lovers. Our tongues danced together as hands freely roamed across hot writhing flesh.

We both knew this was just the first of many times to come. We kissed and caressed tenderly, reigniting our arousal by the second. Heather took my semi-erect cock and squeezed it as she tugged, bringing me back to life. Just as I was about to fuck her again, a loud knock on the door shattered the moment.

We panicked as we heard my wife call through the door, "Howdy, are you in there?"

"Yes Dear," I called back. "I've had too much to drink and have an upset stomach. I'll be okay."

Somewhere between fear and hilarity, I kept the Misses occupied on the other side of the door as Heather slipped her bathing suit bottoms back on and sneaked out the other bathroom door through the master bedroom and out the French doors onto the back veranda.

"Okay, Honey. Let me know if you need anything."

"I'm going to take a quick shower. Maybe that will make me feel better."

My entire being felt more alive than it had in years. My cock hardened as I relived the moments. I finished showering, dried off and then went naked out the same door Heather had escaped through. To my surprise, there was my wifey, naked from the waist down, facing me with legs spread wide and toying her pussy with her fingers.

"Come here, baby. Fuck me just like you fucked Heather."