John Kellerman - Balling cousins

Sheila's short hair was mussed and I could see a few more wrinkles in her forehead now that she was looking up from between my thighs, but I still thought she was pretty.

"Reach me my lipstick, will ya, Ross?" she asked, motioning towards an end table. I handed the small gold cylinder to her.

"Lipstick?"

"You'll see," she laughed, taking off the top. I watched the bright-red stick push out of its shiny metal tube. "There ain't a guy alive who don't like a little lipstick on his cock."

Hell, just having her say it sounded good. I watched, fascinated, as she coated her full lips with the dark-red color and pressed them together to spread it around. When she was satisfied with the results, she put the tube aside and slipped her fingers under my drooping ball sac. And as she flicked her tongue out and wet the head of my cock with warm spit, I had to groan with the wild sensation. Every time it looked like she was going to take the whole dong in her mouth, she'd pull away and tease me again with that tongue. Once she pursed her lips into a little O and kissed the very tip of my knob. When she took her mouth away, there was the wrinkled imprint of the kiss neatly circling the tiny pinhole.

"Looks pretty, don't it?" Sheila giggled, kissing the spot again. This time her tongue lingered and then slipped up along the underside of my rod, probing and teasing.

I straightened my legs on either side of her kneeling form and stretched my tingling muscles. It was wild! Really wild! A girl's tongue wetting my cock! Now Sheila's lips were actually curling around the flared crown as she took more of my dick inside. It felt hot and slick and tickly. She bobbed way down once or twice and I saw her cheek push out where my prick stretched it. Then she was rubbing her tongue back and forth on the bottom lobes of my knob.

Every time she brought her head down, she took more of my prick until finally I could feel my cocktip sliding into her throat. It felt smooth and slippery like her cunt, but the sharp edges of her molars scraped my prickshaft when Sheila pulled back, and almost made me wish she would bite my cock some. Once, when my swollen knob poked too deep, she gagged but kept sucking my twitching rod just as hard. I knew I was about to come but it was all so slow that every muscle in my body had begun to tremble with the tension. When at last the first goop of boiling sap pushed up the length of my cock, Sheila sensed what was happening and slowed her whisper-soft tonguing even more.

I groaned and grabbed her head, trying to make her do something that would bring the cum from my balls faster, but Sheila only chuckled through her nose and danced her tongue-tip in circles around my blood-swollen knob. My first frothing spurt of jizz made me almost double over and the second wad came with such fury that I slumped down sideways on the sofa while the tall blonde smoothed her hands over my balls and ass, gulping on my spitting prick. Another rush of hot jizz bubbled onto her tongue and I heard her smack it down.

"Sonofabitch!" I grunted, writhing in joy-pain.

Sheila bared her teeth and began to nibble just behind my pounding cockhead. Another fountain of tick, hot curds exploded into the back of her mouth. Through sex drugged eyes, I could see her throat pump as she forced the heavy fuck juice down. I was sure that my balls were almost empty when Sheila pushed both thumbs down under my nuts and began to massage the hidden lump of my prostate. A shudder went through my frame and a final convulsive itch made the drool trickle from my open mouth. Then my final splash of cockcream oozed onto the back of Sheila's red tongue.

After she'd taken her mouth away from my softening dick, Sheila licked her lips like a cat, cleaning the white fuck foam from the corners of her mouth. With a red-nailed finger she wiped the droplet of jizz hanging from her chin and sucked it down, too. The lipstick was smeared over her cheeks and when I looked weakly down at my cock again, I saw the bright-red smudges there, too. I closed my eyes and rested, knowing there couldn't possibly be another droplet of cum left in my balls after the terrific blow job Sheila had given me.

The next couple of days I played it cooler than I had been before. It was easy to see that Jessica was yearning for another fuck like the last and Janey was obviously wise to her cousin's feelings for me now. So for three nights in a row I grabbed my sleeping bag and biked off a couple of hundred yards into the woods when it was time to sack out. It was nice sleeping under the sky, stars peeking through the pine needles. During the days I stayed busy getting a pile of wood cut, and walking down the stream. Another week and I could split for California. I had to keep it together until then.

But the fourth night I unrolled my bag by a big outcropping of rock and started to climb in, I saw something bright caught on the zipper. It was a pair of Janey's silky pink panties and there was a carefully perfumed note pinned to the crotch of them. I struck a match and squinted at the neatly printed letters.

Dear Ross,

I got real sexy in these, yesterday just so you'd have something nice to sleep with tonight. Wish it could be me instead. When, darling brother, when?

Lots of XXXXS,

Janey

At first I felt like burying the damned thing and hiking off to another place, but as I slipped into my bag, I felt a monstrous hard-on growing between my legs. And though I hated myself for doing it, I spent the whole night sleeping with those cunt-juiced panties up against my face. By morning I was hornier than ever.

The girls were already up when I came into the cabin. While I wolfed down my breakfast, Jessica pushed her knee against mine under the table. I pretended not to notice and as soon as I'd put my plate in the sink, I headed for the bathroom. I felt more confused and pressured than ever. Hard as I was trying not to think any more crazy things about my sister or cousin, it was hard to resist their come-ons. I knew that things would get worse instead of better.

The hot bath water felt so good that I lay back and closed my eyes and let it work my muscles loose. After a while my cock lost its hardness and I started thinking about modifications I might do on my station wagon. A noise at the door startled me out of my daydreams. Someone was poking a wire under the hook and before I could pull myself out of the water to refasten it, Janey pranced in, a teasing grin on her face.

"You can turn around and get the hell out!" I said.

"A girl's got to pee," she said, pouting and yanking down her panties right there before me. "Want to watch?"

"We went through that phase ten years ago," I said, pretending to soap my shoulders.

"Yeah, but I'm bigger now," Janey giggled. "There's more pee in me!"

I shot her an angry look. "I got your dumb-ass note and your dirty underwear."

"Bet it gave you a hard-on, didn't it?" Her smile was as confident as ever. I felt my emotions giving way.

"Damn it, Janey…"

Janey squatted down, keeping her trim little ass off the commode seat so I could see. As she spread her knees and the lint few drops leaked from her pee hole, I tried to turn away, but the old fascination of watching a female piss held me captive. A hard stream suddenly shot downward into the bowl from a place just below my sister's pink clitoris. I felt my cock thicken and grow heavy again under the warm water. Then the little piss stream died away and Janey gently dabbed at the place with a piece of toilet paper. But when she flushed it, she didn't pull her panties and jean shorts back up. Instead she stepped out of them and began to squirm her wrinkled T-shirt off over her head.

I grabbed a towel from the rack and stood up, turning so she wouldn't notice the state of my cock. But before I could get out and get my Levi's, Janey wadded them into a ball and tucked them behind her naked body, her mouth poked out in a determined way. I stood there looking at the soft flesh of her titties quivering only a foot from my chest.