DAIRY FARM DARE
Chapter 3
By Apollon
A young boy’s exploration of his girl cousins continues. Bbgg, inc.
It was sort of surprising that I had come so quickly and was still hard. It did happen sometimes when I would jack off or when I was messing around with my cousin Jake and I was real horny. So I was relieved that I was still hard enough to continue fucking my twelve year old cousin.
I had scarcely seen a pussy before today and now my dick was lodged in one. Missy had never felt a boy’s dick in her vessel before, but her sister had admitted that they had experimented with candles. Had I known anything of the female anatomy other than schoolyard stories I would have surmised that was the reason I didn’t encounter much of a barrier. But what I did feel was like a tight ring around my dick.
All I did know is that I had come at about the same time I slid in, and that it was wet and tight and felt wonderful and that I was still hard and inside and didn’t want to stop. My cousin’s blue eyes were wide open in an expression of surprise and the freckles on her face were dimmed as her milk white complexion was flushed with excitement. Her lips were parted just a little and her hands were on my arms.
Missy was a little slow, not the sharpest pencil in the box; but she had seen barnyard animals and even her sister doing it. But the sensation of actually having a hard male organ inside her body was apparently a pleasant surprise. And the warmth she felt spread inside didn’t deter her; she wanted to feel more. She let her body arch up inviting more of my boy cock inside her.
As I started to move inside of her she bit down lightly on with her upper teeth on her lower lip and I felt her body begin to flex beneath mine. Her hands moved slowly to my back as I slowly moved a little faster and as our tempo increased her hands moved down to my bare butt cheeks. Tightness gripped almost my whole shaft as I encouraged more into my cousin until our pubes bumped together.
“It feels good doesn’t it,” Marla, her sister said from a few feet away. She had wiggled around so that she could see us and glancing sideways I could see my cousin Jake’s slim pale butt cheeks churning between Marla’s widely spread legs as my eleven year old cousins rutted like rabbits.
“Yes,” her sister breathed beneath me, almost gasping. I stopped momentarily looking down between us and just pressed our pubes together. Missy pushed up for a second, raised her knees and splayed her legs farther apart, and reaching behind me, pressed against my bare butt. “More keep going,” she whispered and I began my motion once again. I pumped harder this time and after a few minutes I felt the surge begin again under my balls. It grew swelling inside me until my dick and balls released again feeling like a small explosion going off inside my cousin. Missy gave a series of little groans and I felt her body jerk and spasm beneath me and flex on my phallus. Her legs flattened against the old quilt as our pubic bones ground together. Sweat had formed on her forehead and upper lip and after a few minor shivers her body relaxed.
I had no real idea that girls could come like boys did, and wasn’t really sure if that was what had happened. Missy’s body felt limp as I kept pushing in, surprisingly still hard. I thrust in another time or two before slowing down and just resting before letting my self slip out. Trying not to leak on my cousin’s leg I moved over beside her. She had her eyes closed and a look of satisfaction on her face. I had already come twice, but my soldier was still partially at attention.
Missy might have been shy and a little slow even a late bloomer, but there was nothing deficient about her urges once she had gotten off with a boy. It was a realization and beginning for both of us. Missy grabbed an old towel that was close and wiped the thin drips of boy come from her crack; I just squeezed the residue from my damp dick and let it dry ignoring the slight crustiness that formed.
Jake and Marla had been rolling around inserting Jake’s penis from a variety of positions. Marla had been doing her best to watch us at the same time. “I think she got off,” the younger girl announced. Missy blushed and giggled still with her eyes closed and turned on her side. “Let’s trade now,” Marla announced and without waiting for approval from either of us. Marla grabbed me pulling me over to her while Jake kneeled beside Missy and lifted her knees exposing her treasure once again.
Marla laid back and tugged me over to her gripping my weenie. I was still very horny and cooperated fully aiming at the reddened lips of her hairless pussy. I had gone partially soft so I held it at the doorstep of her sex and started jerking off. Marla reached for it and with both of our hands on the tool we brought it back to full attention and gyrated to the opening. We pushed together against her tightness feeling a slight pop as my thirteen year old prick entered my cousin’s eleven year old pussy. Assuming I would go in as I had done with her sister I pushed forward until I felt Marla wince.
“Ow,” she said, “wait a minute.” Only about two inches were in as I paused. “It’s bigger,” she whispered not wanting to offend my boy cousin. Slowly she encouraged me moving in and out and going a little deeper with each stroke until finally I was almost all the way in. “OK,” she offered as a signal to speed up.
Her pussy was as tight as my Cousin Jake’s butt, but it felt amazing. After a few minutes I knew I was going to come again. Marla’s usual mischievous look had faded and a more serious one had replaced it. I sensed something was building in her. Then she began humping back at me harder.
“Can you make it squirt again?” she breathed, “I want to feel it squirt.” I didn’t question how she knew so much about the process. I was already on my way and nodded pounding harder into her. It took longer but neither of us complained before the river began to rise and the volcano erupted and I spewed another load of thin boy come into my younger cousin. I kept pounding not wanting it to ever end until I felt Marla tense beneath me and a few minutes later she gasped in her first male induced orgasm.
When we came down in post coital bliss and began to separate, we turned to see the source of the giggling we had been hearing. Jake was sitting up on his knees while Missy was lying back with her legs wrapped around him. His little dick was imbedded in her slit and he was running ticklish hands over her torso, pinching and feeling her tits and tickling at her soft underbelly. Then he gripped her thighs and began flexing into her in sort of an athletic way rather than love-making.
He looked over at us grinning and then got a serious look on his face and flexed hard into his cousin holding still at the end of each thrust before starting another. I think my young cousin was coming. He finally paused and slowly slid back letting his little stick pop out of its warm confines.
We all lounged around on the quilts, recovering for a few minutes. Marla pulled a roll of toilet paper out of a box and issued some to her sister before dabbing at her own crotch. I noticed that she touched some of the leaking residue with her finger and inspected it before wiping it with the tissue. Jake and I pulled off some tissue and wiped our dicks as well, before the mixture of girl and boy juices could dry and get crusty.
We agreed as a group that our little party was outstanding fun. Then Marla decided that dares should continue and looked at me.
“I dare you to kiss Missy,” she offered smugly. I had jumped at the few chances to make out at a couple of parties. But the idea of kissing my dingy cousin gave me cause to think. But it was the expectant blush on the look of my cousin’s face that did me in. I think it was a conspiracy.
Missy was lying back against the hay again as I moved to her and leaned over. I expected a hard thin lipped peck on the lips and at first that’s what I felt. Then I sensed her heart beating rapidly and wonder if she’d ever been kissed before. So I leaned back in and softened my lips against hers. Immediately I felt her respond in kind in an amazingly pleasant fashion. It was certainly as satisfying as any I had experienced.
Hearing some chuckles I looked over my shoulder at an audience of two.
“O.K. Jake” I said, “I dare you to kiss Marla.”
“Oooh, gross,” he protested. “You have to, it’s a dare,” Marla announced and grabbed for her protesting cousin. They began to scuffle with Jake trying to elude Marla’s attentions and escaped through the hay. I turned back to look at Missy who was still lying there expectantly.
I decided to try again and pressed our faces together again, this time with more enthusiasm. After a few seconds I let my lips part and probed slightly with my tongue. I had little experience with “French kissing” and I doubt my cousin did either. But following our instincts and perhaps what we had heard from others our tongues presented us with a gratifying surge of excitement.
Missy’s hands went around my neck and she was really getting into this. I moved over resting my chest on hers and felt her little cones pressing me and my half limp phallus began to rise again. I let my hand drift up between us and separated enough to get one hand on her tiny breast. We continued to kiss while I gently squeezed the flesh and then moved my hand farther down. Covering every inch of her milk white skin I let my hand come to rest in the warmth between her legs. I could feel more than hear her groan lightly as she felt my hand move around.
There were giggles and sounds of playful conflict from a pile of hay. I raised my head only long enough to see Marla fully straddled on top of Jake holding his hands over his head. She bent down long enough to press her lips to his protesting ones then raised her hips slightly and reached between them. Jake stopped struggling at this point as his cousin located his little dick and settled on it.
I kissed Missy lightly on the lips again then welcoming the opportunity of real female flesh, moved to her neck and circled my lips around a pointed breast. She gasped and arched her chest to my face. My lips explored their first contact with a swollen nipple and I traced the little point with my tongue. I felt Missy’s breath quicken and with my roaming hand I cupped her mound and wiggled my fingers in her crevice. She groaned audibly again and each time I touched the flesh at the top of her crack she took in a quick breath. My finger found the wetness at the bottom again and I slipped it in for just a second. I felt Missy take one hand from my neck and begin reaching for my unit.
I sensed her need again and moved between her legs as she spread them willingly. I took myself in hand pressing against her wet warmth. We moved in unison to accommodate my intrusion and once again I slipped wonderfully into her sex. This time I pressed my chest against hers and moved up enough to reach her lips with mine. Probing again with my tongue I matched the rhythm of my penis penetrating in unison and causing Missy to curl her legs around me.
There have been, no doubt, millions of first experiences that were disasters. But what had started out as childhood play and youthful experimenting had developed into a genuine act of love-making. I stroked more slowly trying to let Missy feel every inch of my modest shaft covering her face, neck and naked body with my lips. I tried to remember the vivid descriptions of the art in the Playboy Forum and some other magazines I had read. My mind vacillated between what I wanted and what I wanted my cousin to feel.
I bent my head and sucked on of Missy’s nipples clumsily between my lips. A part of me wanted to pull out and administer to Missy’s body with my mouth. But the tight hold on my dick encouraged me to let it remain entrenched. Sitting up more on my knees I pulled my cousin’s legs up over my arms rolling her sex up toward me. A small look of alarm flashed on Missy’s face as I began pumping a little harder and deeper.
When I felt her body wince with a little discomfort, I let her legs slip down and moved over her body again. My arms were outstretched with my elbows locked and I was looking into my cousin’s passion flushed face. Her hands rested on my shoulders. As my tempo increased Missy’s eyes drooped, her lips parted and I felt her legs wrap around my thighs and lock together.
Like a runaway train I plowed into the slim girl until we both groaned in ecstasy while my body forced what little semen was left in my loins into the tunnel that was tightly clenching my tool. Trying to keep my weight from falling on the slim girl, I collapsed toward one side. Gradually my deflating appendage began slipping from its sticky confines until it was free. We lay there a few minutes catching our breath and letting our pulse slow down. Missy whole body was flushed and we both were glistening with sweat.
“Wow, you guys really got it on.” The comment from Marla interrupted the afterglow and we turned to see both of my cousins grinning at us. They were sitting Indian style, each with a hand in the other’s crotch. Missy flushed again, this time in embarrassment and sat up flinging a wad of straw at her sister.
We had been in the pole barn several hours already and knew we should be getting back before anyone came looking for us. Carefully dressing so we wouldn’t look disheveled we gathered up and trudged back to the house it was late afternoon by the time we returned and the girls were quickly put to work helping with dinner. Jake and I hung out outside.
We left just after dinner and before it was dark returning to town. We stayed at another aunt and uncle’s house, Jake and I shared a double bed and actually slept. We were roused early the next morning and hurried leaving only a short time to shower and none to attend the morning wood. Jake and I dressed and left for home.
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