DAIRY FARM DARE
Chapter 2
By Apollon
Bb, bbgg, inc.
Excited by his boy cousin’s adventures, (chapter 1) a boy gets his own chance to play with his girl cousins.
Things had worked out great! The very next weekend my parents and I were driving to visit our relatives and Jake’s mom and dad had agreed to let him come along. They did so on condition that when we were on the dairy farm that we not run off on our own and instead play with our girl cousins. We stifled our grins as we agreed with pretended reluctance.
We arrived in the evening at an aunt and uncles house in town. Our fifteen year old male cousin was away at church camp, so we occupied his room that had been converted from a porch and stretched across the back of their house. The room was fairly large but the bed was small meaning that Jake and I would sleep close together. It just made it more convenient. The grown-ups were in the opposite side of the house and we were in the dark with the kitchen door closed. So we didn’t even wait for them to go to bed before slipping our jockeys to our knees and grabbing each other’s dicks.
Resisting the urge at other activity we limited our efforts to jacking each other off and spinning fantasies and plans for the next day, hoping the girls would go along. I reached the boiling point fairly soon and went off in a sock, making a note to put on clean ones in the morning. We both drifted off rousing not long after daylight and, as instructed the night before, slipped on jeans to hide our morning wood and padded through the kitchen to pee and shower in the hall bath.
It had been our custom at home to shower together so we followed the pattern and soon managed to lather each other’s equipment so that it would be clean if offered for inspection. We would normally have taken a little longer but had been cautioned not to use too much hot water.
Jake and I were anxious to leave and fidgeted through a big breakfast. My parents seemed in no hurry and after too much conversation we were finally on the way to the dairy farm. On the twenty minute plus drive my mom turned in her seat and cautioned us again, “Now I want you two to be nice to your cousins. They don’t get to see many kids out here in the summer. So it won’t hurt you to play with them and do what they want to do for one day.”
Jake and I bumped legs when she turned away and glanced knowingly at each other. “If she only knew how anxious we were to ‘play’ with the girls,” I thought.
When we drove up the long dirt road toward the farm house we saw Marla sitting on the rail of the wide front porch. She bounced up and shouted inside the screen door when she saw our car, then hopped back up on the rail.
She still looked the tom boy. She was taller than when I had last seen her and she seemed to have lost the chubbiness of baby fat. She was wearing shorts and sandals and a sleeveless knit shirt. Her dark hair was still pixie cut. As she watched her boy cousins get out of the car her dark eyes flashed and she smiled displaying her trademark dimples and white teeth.
My aunt came through the screen door wiping her hands on a soiled apron that showed signs of her efforts in the kitchen. Then before the door closed Missy stepped through looking at us shyly around her mother. Boy had she changed. She had grown a head taller and was still thin almost to the point of being skinny. She still had the same frizzy, curly fiery red hair but it appeared an effort had been made to brush it. He face was slim her skin milk white and covered with freckles. Her eyes were a blazing blue. She was wearing a dress as usual or maybe it was a skirt and top. But it appeared that the attire was about a size small as it stretched firmly over two pointed cones on her chest.
There were the usual “Hi’s and How are ya’s”. Marla bounced down and started jabbering with Jake right away and we were led into the big farm kitchen offered iced tea, and sundry freshly baked pastries. Jake and I gobbled a couple of goodies, then followed Marla back out to the porch. Missy followed shyly behind. I tried to make small talk with her bringing mostly blushes and giggles in response. I tried to remember that she was supposed to be “special”. She just seemed like a giggly little girl to me.
After a few minutes Marla raised a question. “Do you guys want to go on a picnic? My mom said we could.” Jake and I shrugged, “Sure. Why not? Who’s all going?” Marla grinned slightly, “Just the four of us. There are a couple of neat places down by the creek, some willows and stuff. We can take sandwiches and stuff,” And then she eyed Jake, “And we might stop by the old barn.” They traded wicked looks while Missy giggled again.
The parents thought it was a great idea. In fact my aunt seemed to be in on the planning. I doubt any of them knew what we were planning. We opted for a canvas bag instead of a picnic basket and when it was filled with sandwiches, cookies and a couple of pieces of left over fried chicken we set out on our picnic trek.
Marla led the way showing the reason for the bumps and scratches on her boyish legs when she went straight through the brush and weeds. Jake followed close behind then I waited and trailed behind Missy. The shy red head took her time picking her way around the things her sister went through. After a few minutes we had fallen behind the others and they stopped, waiting for us to catch up but with their heads together in conversation. They chuckled a little and broke it off when we approached.
After a couple more pauses we came to a bunch of willows that surrounded a few big old cottonwood trees. There was a short slope and then a trickle of water ran through some more willows. We followed upstream a ways to a small clearing with a little patch of grass on one side. The gully that the creek traveled through would have been a good swimming hole but the water her was seldom more than a foot deep.
We gathered on the grassy spot taking turns at drinks from one of the canteens that Jake and I were charged with carrying. Marla explained that this was the only creek that didn’t run through the main pasture so it was clean enough to wade in. She demonstrated by quickly kicking off her sandals and stepping into the water.
Come on,” she charged. “It feels good.”
Though we regularly wore them cut off both Jake and I were wearing long legged Levis and observed that the pants legs would get wet if we waded. Jake pulled his tennis shoes off and attempted immediately wetting one leg.
“Why don’t you just take your pants off and wade in your underwear?” Marla suggested slyly. “No one can see you here.”
“You guys can,” we answered almost in a chorus.
“I’ll take my shorts off if you want to make it fair, and Missy can take off her skirt,” Marla suggested.
“Marla!” her sister protested.
“Come on,” the dark girl coaxed, and as an aside added, “We’ll probably see it all later anyway.” With that she undid a button in the front of her loose fitting shorts pulled the zip and stepped out them hanging them on the branch of a willow. Standing rather nonchalant in a pair of snug white cotton panties she turned back to us. “Come on you two.”
We didn’t really have a choice now as if we needed one. We kicked off our tennis shoes and socks and being careful to move together unbuckled our belts, unzipped and pulled our jeans off being careful to avoid the mud. Marla grinned making no attempt to look away and observed that both of our white jockey shorts were beginning to make tents. She seemed to verifying that my center pole was larger than Jake’s before turning to her sister as we stepped into the water.
“Come on Missy. Take your skirt off,” Marla commanded.
“No,” her sister responded shyly, drawing rebukes from her sister.
“I’ll just pull my skirt up and come in,” the redhead volunteered at last, pulling up the hem to just above her knees and stepping in. We waded up and back with Marla checking out our bulges while we tried to stealthily see between her legs. It was obvious that Jake’s unit was pointing up and he made no attempt to hide it. She had already seen it anyway he reasoned.
Mine was tucked uncomfortably down and was halfway hard. I noticed Missy taking furtive glances in my direction. As we moved back to the grassy spot Marla moved close to her sister and grabbed the hem of her skirt pulling it up to expose her milk white thighs a pair of feminine looking panties. Missy protested and pulled away while her sister charged that it was only fair since they were getting to see us in our underwear.
Marla grinned at us as we waded out of the water and on to the grassy spot to let our feet dry. “Let’s go over to the old barn and eat lunch,” she offered as we pulled on our shoes. She received no protest from us.
We crossed a small pasture and a couple of fences and followed a rarely used old road about a quarter of a mile to the old hay barn. It was not in terrible disrepair. It had just been replaced when some pasture land had been moved and this area was no longer being used. It was closed in on two sides against the wind and there were still stacks of old hay to be seen. The girls had obviously frequented the place and had a fairly elaborate play house constructed in a hollow of hay bales. There were little girl toys that had been tossed aside as tea parties began to be replaced by something a little more exciting.
Marla spread a piece of oil cloth over a hay bale that served as a table and Missy took over displaying some hostess traits. The sandwiches and cookies were laid out and the canteen of lemonade which was now warm was divided into some small paper cups that were in bag. The chicken pieces were offered to Jake and I and we quickly devoured them and the rest.
Marla ate right with us while Missy picked at a sandwich half and ate some carrot sticks and celery. It wasn’t a conscious effort at dieting, just a finicky appetite. There were still a couple of cookies left when we declared ourselves full and Marla punctuated the announcement with a short burp.
We all, sort of, lied around in the hay for a few minutes with a short silence creeping in a few times. We all knew what we wanted to do next but it was Jake that finally brought it up.
“So what do you want to do now?” Jake questioned in a leading tone. “Maybe play what we did last time I was here?” His eyebrows rose.
“Sure if you want to.” Then Marla glanced toward me. “Would he want to?”
“Of course he would,” Jake confirmed what she already knew. “Where’s the bottle?” Marla quickly produced a cardboard box from under the hay and rummaged around in it. She extracted several little pieces of a tea set, a couple of candles and finally a large soda bottle from the box. She noticed my glance at the candles, the kind you would have around Christmas, and quickly put them back in the box. After dragging a couple of old quilts around she directed us to a spot on the hay with a piece of plywood in the middle.
As the three of us settled Missy held back. “Come on Missy. We’re playing spin the bottle. You said you would. I know you want to,” Marla challenged her sister. Knowing she had willingly participated before with Jake I assumed her shy act was for me. But she eventually joined us sitting down and tucking her skirt under her bent knees.
“OK, Here’s the rule,” Marla announced. “Whoever the bottle lands on has to take something off even if it lands on the spinner. Then that person spins and so on. If it lands on a person that’s already naked they have to do dare for the spinner. You guys’ shoes and socks count as one, so we all have four things.” She had taken inventory. “And I’ll start.”
She spun the bottle and as I half expected it landed on me. I took my shoes and socks off and spun. The bottle stopped back on Marla who doffed her sandals. She spun again landing on Jake who lost his shoes and spun quickly. It was me again and I groaned as I pulled off my tee shirt. I noticed Missy keeping her head down but glancing up at my bare chest. Adjusting my technique I managed to get the bottle to land on the red head who very slowly reached under her skirt to lose her sandals. When she spun her sister declared, “You rat,” and doffed her knit shirt with little ceremony.
Marla’s upper body didn’t look that different than Jake’s or mine. She was husky for a girl with small dime shaped nipples that showed only a hint of swelling, and had some muscular definition that many young boys would envy. She managed to turn the bottle on Jake who became shirtless with me and then left the thing pointing at me. I complained about picking on me as I stood and lowered my jeans to the floor and sat down pulling them off my ankles. All the eyes were on the bulge that was growing in my shorts. Using the same technique as before I managed a stop on Missy again who flushed bright red at the prospect of losing something. Then in a look of resignation she reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties tossing them aside without giving us so much as a look.
She smiled at her own deviousness as she spun the bottle landing it on Jake who now stood with a ceremonial dance and dropped his jeans sporting an obvious tent in the fabric. Both girls giggled taking a good look. When Jake spun again he left Marla in just her panties. When she sat again her legs were spread allowing us to view a visible cleft under the fabric. I had little time to look, however as the next spin landed on me. It was show time.
I wasn’t particularly bashful but I really didn’t want to be the only one naked so I just pulled my shorts off from where I sat keeping my stiff dick between my legs. A chorus of boo’s and “chicken” erupted but went silent when my spin landed on Marla. She simply stood and brazenly dropped her panties baring her hairless crack for all to see. She sat back down bending her knees but letting her legs splay out leaving her pussy clearly on display.
A friend of mine had coaxed his little sister to pull her pants down and show us hers a couple of times. I had caught partial glimpses of a few others before when swim suits or shorts had allowed a peek up a leg. But this was the best view ever. The way she was sitting, almost Indian style, allowed the bare puffy lips to separate slightly showing a darker crevice below and displaying a little finger of skin that seemed to hand from the top. Marla was aware I was looking right at it and with a smug grin looked right back toward the rigid boy cock I was trying to keep trapped between my thighs and spun the bottle again.
Marla had her eyes right on me and as if by magic caused the bottle to stop on me again. Both Missy and Jake expressed their amusement at my having to take a dare as Marla challenged me to stand and turn around so everyone could get a look at my nakedness. I did as instructed and as one would expect drew a series of cat calls when my boyhood appendage stood out straight and hard in front of me.
As I turned slowly I noticed Missy was holding one hand to the side of her face pretending not to look but with her eyes locked on my unit. When I faced her Marla made a comment, “Whoa, big! I bet that would feel better than a candle, huh, Missy?”
“Marla!” her sister barked, her milk white complexion a shade of red. Jake laughed as I sat back down with a new vision of these girls in my head. I was flattered at being called, “big”. I couldn’t even truthfully claim five inches yet but, I was bigger than Jake and had no idea how I compared to a candle.
Trying to duplicate my earlier technique I spun the bottle and managed to get it between Missy and Marla. We judged, however, that it was closest to Missy and she was commanded to take something off. Blushing still she questioned her sister as to what she should take off knowing something was going to be bared. After being chided to just “do it”, Missy slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, and slipped it off her shoulders giving us a quick look at her pointed little cones before covering them with her arms.
“Come on don’t cover ‘em up,” came the chorus. “You have to let us see.”
Reluctantly she dropped her arms needing to reach for the bottle anyway. Her nipples were dark and pointed with a little puffiness where they joined the pale flesh which provided the base of a small cone. They were barely noticeable under her clothes, but now they were noticeably bare. Perhaps they were still too small to be called tits. But to adolescent boys like Jake and me they were marvelous.
As Missy reached for the bottle she glanced at me knowing I had been studying her. Beneath the shy look I saw a little glimmer of pride. Then providence smiled and Missy managed to spin the bottle back on her self. The rules were clear she had to take off her skirt. Reaching behind slowly she found a button, undid it and pulled down a short zipper. Jake and I had watched when she moved around knowing she was naked underneath and hoping for a peek. Now we would see it all.
Missy pulled the skirt over her knees and wiggled around so that she could get it off without showing all her wares. “Come on, Missy,” her sister charged, “We’re going to see it anyway.”
Missy responded by leaning over and spinning the bottle which landed on her sister. She got a devious look on her face as she finished removing her skirt and settled back pulling her knees up to her chest. I wasn’t sure if she felt more compelled to cover her tits or she thought this posture would hide her pussy. In fact I could clearly see puffy lips on either side of pinkish looking crack.
Jake had declared himself the winner, even though we all knew play would continue. Missy thought for minute after her spin landed on Marla before issuing the dare to her sister. “I dare you to take Jake’s underwear off.” Was this girl getting into the game? There was mock protest from Jake but he stood anyway. There had been none from Marla and she scooted over in front of him on her knees.
Jake’s dick was poking almost straight up in his Jockeys and grinned down at Marla as she slipped her fingers under the elastic and with little ceremony cleared the swollen tube and tugged the cotton garment to Jake’s knees letting his boner pop out a little from his body. She continued pulling them to his ankles then eyeing his unit tweaked it pulling down a little then letting it pop back up. He winced in mock protest and they both hesitated like they wanted to do more but reluctantly returned to the game.
Marla’s spin went right to her sister and though she had enjoyed the dare sought some retribution. “I dare you to stand up and turn around so everybody gets a good look.” Missy didn’t feign much embarrassment this time. She was beginning to enjoy the attention her budding body was getting from the two boys and now seemed willing to show it off.
She stood directly in front of me and from my lower vantage point I could now see that her slim shoulders and upper body gave way to actual feminine curve at her waist. She was getting a shape. She paused almost smugly as I inspected the sparse red curls at the v of her legs that were collected just above her cleft. I glimpsed a little bit of flesh protruding slightly from the crack toward the top and wished for a closer inspection as she turned. Her hips had widened but her cheeks were still firm and a bit boyish looking.
I thought I detected a small wink from Marla as Missy quickly turned past her sister and paused in front of Jake. He looked her over with an evil grin and brazenly pinched his dick. Turning back toward me she paused again before plopping down. This time she made no effort to hide her charms and I studied as much as I could before she spun the bottle landing on her sister. She quickly challenged her sister to do as she had done and parade in a circle for all to see.
Marla was chunkier than her sister with meatier thighs and a round shape to her butt. There was a round shape between her legs as well that reminded me of a keyhole and seemed to invite something to enter it. It appeared that her totally hairless nether lips were thicker and more open than her sister’s. I had always viewed the female apparatus in my mind as only a crack with a hole somewhere. But Marla also had a little finger of skin that rested at the top of her crevice and protruded slightly at the end. I sensed that Marla had paused in front of me and gave me a wicked grin when our eyes met.
A quick spin landed on Missy again and her sister immediately challenged her to let me feel her tits. She made only token protest before puffing her chest out slightly. I crawled closer on my knees and brought both hands to the soft little cones. Having never felt real tits before, I massaged the little cones with my palms before letting my fingers slip over the pointed nipples. Missy’s eyes were locked on to my rigid staff until I circled the little pink points with my thumbs. She winced and giggled and pulled back. My exploration had ended.
Missy spun the bottle and landed on her sister. She made reference to “getting even,” then instructed her sister to let both boys feel her up. Missy had been cautious about displaying her sex to us but Marla had been almost brazen. Sitting Indian style and spreading her legs giving us a good look at her crevice. She hesitated only long enough to warn her sister that she’d get her for this then lay back inviting inspection.
Jake and I were delighted that Missy was getting into the game and the sisters were trading spins and I didn’t hesitate to move over to Marla and begin our challenge. We both started at her shoulders and worked over the small nipples and quickly moved our hands to between her legs. She grinned at us and spread her legs wider when she felt our fingers rub over her pussy and probe at her crack.
I was curious about the little finger of skin and when I rubbed it Marla winced and giggled, “That tickles”.
Jake moved his fingers down a little and I saw him slip the middle one into Marla’s crack. “Does this tickle?” he questioned, with a devilish grin.
“Maybe a little,” Marla grinned back with the same expression.
Pushing my cousin’s hand gently aside I probed with my middle finger until I came across the moist opening. Marla looked at me smiling when I pushed in to the first knuckle. It hadn’t been part of the dare but no one complained as Marla furtively touched each of our cocks, first one then the other. She let us continue for a few minutes then pushed us away looking toward her sister. Glancing that way I was pretty sure I saw Melissa pull her hand away from her crotch.
“Let’s just do dares now,” Marla announced and without waiting for approval looked at me and said, “I dare you to lie down and let all of us feel you all over.” Marla seemed anxious to get her hands our dicks, so I laid back letting my young pole stand up like a sentinel while she and Jake wasted little time going for my genitals. With some coaxing Melissa approached and tentatively reached for my middle. Three sets of hands moved around my crotch and over my dick and balls.
Jake and Marla instructed Missy to “Do like we did with Jake that time,” and I felt her slender fingers circle my stiff pole and move up and down clumsily while the others felt my balls and traced fingers through my sparse pubic hair.
“Here, do it like this,” Jake instructed and curled his fingers around my shaft before demonstrating a proper jack off technique. I pushed Jake’s hand away knowing full well that he could get me off easily then had to interrupt both Missy and Marla fearing my small boyish geyser would erupt.
There was a bevy of comments concerning what might happen and both girls seemed to get it or at least pretended they knew about it. Despite enjoying the attention I felt the need to press on before being embarrassed. It was my turn, now and I was anxious to get my hands on Missy’s budding body.
“Missy, I dare you to lie down and let us do the same to you.” My dare drew chuckles from the other two. When I sat up I noticed Marla pull her hand back from Jake’s crotch. She had been cheating and feeling his dick. I’m sure Jake wasn’t about to complain and was as anxious as I to get his hands on some bare female flesh.
Missy giggled, blushed and pulled her knees up in defense of her naked body. “Come on, Missy. You have to,” commanded her sister. I was more certain than ever that much of the redhead’s shyness was an act when she lay back on the quilt and her eyes met mine. It certainly looked like and invitation.
Her legs were still pressed together so Jake and I each put our palms over her budding breasts. They were amazingly soft yet firm. Missy giggled quietly when I stroked her nipple with my thumb and wiggled when I started to slide my hands down her stomach complaining that it tickled. But it appeared to tickle in a way she liked.
Jake’s hand followed mine and he moved aside to let Marla in next to us.
“I’ve felt it all before,” Marla announced drawing a stern look from her sister. “So maybe I’ll just feel you,” she added and reached between Jake’s legs for the stick of flesh that was pointing at the roof.
Missy’s pubic arch stood up prominently from her slim, milk white abdomen. The small patch of short little hairs that thinly crowned the mound matched the color of the hair on her head and was accented by a sprinkle of freckles that appeared like stars around the moon. Even with her legs still pushed together I could see some of a little tube of flesh protruding from the top of her crack.
Jake’s hands and mine collided several times as our fingers pushed over the top of Missy’s mound and over the fronts of her thighs. I wedged my fingers lightly on the inside of her thighs and pressed gently wanting her to open her legs for further inspection. One of Jake’s hands joined mine.
“Come on Missy. Open up so they can see it,” Marla commanded, and leaned over toward her sister as if to help. None was needed as Missy smiled ever so slightly and let her knees come apart baring her pre-teen treasure completely. As her legs pulled apart so did the puffy lips of her vagina. They were almost rounded as they cupped the inner sanctum of her sex. The little cylinder of flesh had a small knob on the end that looked like the eraser on the end of a fleshy pencil.
Jake and I both got our fingers on it and were joined by Marla who pressed on her sister’s legs giving us better access. I moved between the splayed legs, while Jake stayed on the side. He was ensuring that Marla could still reach his boyhood with her other hand. As our fingers caressed her sister’s silky skin Marla touched the little nubbin with her fingers bringing a gasp from Missy. “She likes to be tickled here,” she announced bringing a verbal rebuke from the older girl.
I quickly took up the gauntlet and rubbed where Marla had rubbed. Missy got a quizzical look on her already flushed face but made no protest. Jake took a turn but seemed a bit too aggressive causing Missy to wince.
Marla was clearly, wanting some attention as well. She had a leg over one of Jake’s and was reaching for his hand pulling it toward her center. “Do that to me and we’ll take turns,” she instructed. At that point the pretense of a game was gone and four young bodies clustered on quilts strewn across old hay and pawed, probed and fondled each other’s sex parts.
We ran our hands over as much naked flesh as we could dwelling for the most part on areas that were usually unseen by each other. We moved around taking turns with each other. I got to play with Marla and Jake rubbed Missy while she stroked my stiffy and Marla did likewise to Jake. Then we moved back. Missy had one hand on Jake’s small dick while he probed and rubbed at Marla’s crotch. Marla in turn was fondling my ball sac and shaft while I inspected the inner folds of Missy’s pussy.
All of a sudden Marla’s hand’s pulled away and she turned more on her back and gasped quietly. I glanced over to see that Jake had buried his middle finger in Marla’s opening and was pushing it in and out. Taking his cue I slid my finger down my red headed cousin’s moist crevice, crossed over an opening and then backtracked slipping my finger in to the first knuckle. Missy gasped but didn’t protest, so I pushed it in further.
Her pelvis arched up to meet my hand and in an instant my finger was fully imbedded. Missy’s eyes were closed now and her head pulled back as I began to move in and out. I glanced over and Marla was grinning up at Jake as he pumped his finger in her and she played his organ with the same rhythm.
I began to finger-fuck Missy more aggressively still paying attention to rubbing the little nub as her sister suggested. Her tunnel was moist even slick and though it felt snug on my finger it slid in and out fairly easily. Knowing nothing of the inner workings of a female, or the barrier that sometimes exists; I became a little more adventurous and tried to add a second finger. Then it became tighter and Missy groaned slightly but eventually my second finger started to go in.
Missy winced once and grabbed my hand holding it still for a few seconds against her arching mons before relaxing and letting me push more finger in. I have no idea if I was opening her, stretching her, or if she had a little girl orgasm but she let me continue.
We had attracted our other cousins’ attention. “Missy, let him do it. Let him put it in.” My younger cousin was encouraging me to fuck her sister. “Look, we’re doing it.” I looked over and, to my surprise; Jake was planted squarely between Marla’s legs and his short little hip thrusts left no doubt that his little dick was in Marla’s pre-teen pussy.
Missy pulled her hips back letting my fingers disengage, and with a look of doubt on her face said, “I don’t know.”
“Come on. You said you wanted to. And it feels a lot better than a candle,” her younger sister coaxed. She pushed Jake off of her and moved toward us on her knees.
“OK,” Missy breathed, after a couple of seconds, “What do I do?”
“You don’t do anything. Just hold yourself open and let him put it in.”
Did I hear right? Did Missy just agree to let me fuck her? Wasting no time with the question I moved up and pointed my swollen dick where my fingers had been. Marla reached over and gently parted her sister’s thighs. When Missy felt my dick touch her she reached down and pulled the lips of her pussy apart. I glanced down located the opening farther down and back from my original target and pushed my little head between the moist lips. I missed a couple of times and my excitement and frustration began to mount, when Marla reached down, took a hold of my penis and moved the head a little lower. Missy raised her hips to meet me and moisture covered the end of my phallus.
I pushed forward, felt the end of my knob slip in just as ecstasy overcame me. Pushing harder I felt several quick spurts of boy juice precede my shaft as it slid into my cousin’s canal. Panic gripped me. I couldn’t come this quickly. I wasn’t even clear in yet and in desperation I shoved hard following my semen. Missy’s tunnel was now lubricated and most of my four and a half inches were instantly imbedded. Then I stopped letting my phallus continue to flex.
Jake and Marla had been watching. “What happened?” Jake queried. “Did you come already?”
I nodded, but realizing it had done little to soften my lance continued my attack. “Yes, but I’m still hard,” I answered.
“Come on let’s do it some more,” Jake said and encouraged Marla to break away from watching us and resume what they had started. I saw Jakes’ hips lower between Marla’s knees as she grinned up at him.
Missy’s eyes were wide open now. She had no doubt felt the flexing of the shaft inside her, maybe even felt the issue. But she still had an expectant almost pleading look. As soon as I began to move and she felt the hardness inside, her expression softened. Her eyes began to droop and her breath quickened. I felt her hands go around my naked butt encouraging me. My cousin was still horny and wanted to be fucked.
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