John Kellerman - Balling cousins

Suddenly, Danny reached down and hooked his hands under Jessie's anus. He pulled her up onto her haunches and pushed the shiny tip of his prick against her cheek. Jessie gave a shocked cry and pulled away, but Danny wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her close again. I knew by the things Jessica had said to me that she'd never sucked a man's cock before in her life. And I sensed, too, that she was afraid of doing it. Danny touched his cock to her lips and this time she crumpled into a limp ball of shivering girl flesh on the mattress.

Willy stalked across the room and picked her up roughly. "There's more than one way to skin a cat, Danny," he laughed. "Come on 'round by this footstool and get down on your knees. I'll lay this sweet hunk of ass face down across it and that aughta put her mouth just about pecker high."

Danny nodded and got down on his knees by the footstool like Willy had said. I jerked at my bonds again as I watched Willy push Jessica down so that just her stomach was supported by the cushion of the low stool. Jessica began to moan deep in her throat as the two men pawed her. Her face was even with Danny's big prick now, just like Willy had said it would be. And Willy had his hands at the small of her back so she couldn't get away, his knees on the floor behind her. That's when I noticed the look on his face again. He smoothed one hand down between the white perfection of Jessie's plump asscheeks. As his fingers tickled over her hung, my darling cousin jerked and trembled. Then he roughly shoved four fingers into her cunt and she went rigid, her back arched prettily.

"Why don't we work on both ends of her, this time?" Willy laughed, his blue eyes glittering wickedly.

"Suits me fine," Danny said, almost drooling on himself as he wound more of Jessica's black hair around his fingers and inched forward on his knees.

I jerked again at the twisted sheets but nothing gave. I tried to cry out through the gag, but only a muffled, angry sound came out. Jessica turned her head at the sound and Willy raised a fist and glared. But it wouldn't do me any good even if Jessica did know I was there.

Willy was trying to massage some life into his limp pecker again while Danny pushed his own glossy cock against Jessie's lips. She had her mouth pressed tight closed, but the scarred cowboy simply dug his thick fingers hard into a place under her ears and she opened her lips quickly with a little cry of pain.

Danny grinned in a perverted way. "Let's see just how much cum this here little filly can hold, Willy."

Willy was still pumping his hand on his cock, trying to get it hard enough to put inside Jessica's soft cunt again. I closed my eyes and wished a million things that couldn't be.

I only made a hundred miles that night before I had to pull into a rest stop and flop wearily down beside Jessica where she'd curled up in the back of the station wagon. Neither of us woke up until the heat of the morning sun made it too uncomfortable to stay asleep. We got a big breakfast at a little cafe, then drove on. Before the day was over, we'd made it into Utah.

Jessica seemed quieter than usual, but then I didn't have much to say, either. She asked about the country we were driving through, and I did my best to describe it. But my mind was really back in that motel in Westmount. I could still see the cowboy named Willy pumping his jizz into her cunt and I knew that Jessica had to be pregnant. But she seemed so happy, sitting beside me as the road dipped and curved through the passing bills. When finally I got the nerve to ask her why she wasn't worried, Jessica laughed softly and pressed my hand.

"If I'd known that was bothering you, I'd have said something sooner." She took a deep breath and gave me an apologetic look. "With all the excitement of coming to the cabin with you and Janey, I got my weeks mixed up. Since I didn't have my Braille calendar along, I counted from the wrong date. I was a whole week and a half off."

"That means that…"

"That means we could've done it that last time and nothing would've happened, even though Janey had my diaphragm."

"Hell, Janey mined it with all tat whistling anyway." I shook my head. "And she was up there taking those damned pictures, too."

Jessica had been amused when I'd told her that morning of my sister's amateurish blackmail plot, and now she was smiling again.

"I only wish I could see them, Ross. What did they look like?"

"Not as nice as looking at the real thing," I told her, and Jessica snuggled close against my side.

At the first small town in Utah. I found a motel and pulled in. The manager gave me a funny look, probably because I was so young and had a woman with me, but he slid the key across the counter and took my money just the same.

For the first time since leaving Westmount, I was starting to feel halfway decent again. The whiskey had finally cooked out of my system and a hot shower washed away the last traces of the run-in with Willy and Danny. When I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, Jessica was standing by the bed brushing her dark hair. I stopped, taking in her naked back and legs. The only thing she had on was a pair of snow-white panties so brief that they would've fit easily under even the skimpiest bikini bottom.

Jessie turned, sensing my presence, and I saw the V of silk that curved under her cunt mound. My knob had already begun to swell and my cock was pushing the towel out. I knew right away that I still hadn't taken the time to really see my cousin. Everything had been hurried and frantic at the cabin. A quick lay in the meadow or a hug and kiss behind a tree. And Janey's constant presence hadn't made it any easier.

But now I had all the time in the world to find out her every detail, her every secret. The smile on Jessie's lips told me that she would like that, too.

"I just know you're staring at me. A blind person can feel certain things, especially the way your mind runs, Ross Hunter!"

"You're so damned pretty," I told her, stepping close. Jess took a quick breath and hooked her warm fingers over my shoulders. Her brownish-red nipples pointed up at me. There were big blue veins under the white skin of each tit and it made me tingle to follow their patterns.

"Ross," Jessica whispered, "I love to touch you. A blind person never gets enough of that… touching. It's the only way I can see. With my fingers and my mouth." Her cheeks pinked. "Now that we're really going tote together for a while, I want to know you as well as I can."

"That's sure all right with me."

Her nostrils flared with excitement and she let her hands slip over the tops of my shoulders and then down, kneading the muscles of both arms. Her hot palms rested against my naked sides for a moment; then she touched the towel, smiled slightly and pushed it aside. The corners of her mouth showed her delight as she found my hard cock and surrounded it with trembling fingers.

"Something special on your mind?" she laughed.

"Oh, God, Jessica, I…"

She hugged me. "After tonight I think you'll be glad you brought your cousin along." Her face went serious.

"But I'm already glad I did!"

Jessica nodded wisely. Then she was getting down on her knees in front of me while I stared in excited confusion. She traced the outline of my feet on the rug, then touched both ankles. I felt her learning each tendon and vein with her sensitive fingertips. When she got as high as my knees, she scooted close enough to press her warm boobs against them. The sensation of her turgid nipples on my shins was so unexpectedly exciting that I pushed my fingers deep into the lush dark curls of her hair. Jessica tilted her chin up and smiled, her eyes blank with not seeing and yet full of love. I'd finally gotten to where I could look right at those poor green eyes. They were as pretty as the rest of my loving cousin.