John Kellerman: Balling cousins

When I glanced up into the rear-view mirror, I could see Jim already had his hand inside Teeny's blouse and was fondling one of her firm tits feverishly. It just made my aching cock get that much stiffer and I thought for sure my hard-on was going to split my pants if I didn't get some relief soon. I looked over at the girl sitting coyly at my side, and shifted closer to her, my eyes riveted to her big boobs. Trying to appear nonchalant, I put one arm around her plump shoulders and hugged her close, letting my other hand creep stealthily up between us and fumble with a blouse button.

Bonnie drew back then and said a little sharply, "Hey, whatta you doing, Ross?"

"You're so pretty that I just wanted to see more, I guess."

Even though it had been a stone lie, Bonnie laughed appreciatively and I used the moment to snuggle my mouth into the fragrant plumpness of her neck. Bonnie wasn't really all that beautiful. But it was a common fact that she would fuck. Fucking seemed utmost in my mind lately. Mainly because I was eighteen and hadn't even gotten my first piece of ass. To make matters more critical, my old man was getting me out of town for a month so I could "think things over", as he put it. I always dug the family cabin, but there'd be no chance at all of me getting any pussy up there. So, with time running out I'd driven to the A amp; W a couple of days before when Bonnie was getting off her shift. She'd readily agreed to go out with me.

Bonnie had quit high school halfway through her senior year when an unknown member of the football squad had knocked her up. The kid had been put up for adoption, and now Bonnie lived with an aging aunt in a rambling clapboard across the street from the Coca-Cola bottling plant. And it was in that house, the very one I was parked in front of, where Bonnie had given in to a lot of pretty flimsy arguments. Since I knew the guys concerned, I was sure you didn't have to be a lawyer to get Bonnie to put out. Her aunt was always in bed early, and there was a big soft sofa downstairs.

I decided to try the blouse button one more time, but before I could get it loose, Bonnie twisted clear away.

"Hey, Ross, is it true that your dad is going to send you to college next fall?"

"That's his version," I said, licking up under her plump earlobe. At a time like this I didn't want to think about the hassles I'd be getting into over what my dad wanted me to do and what I wanted to do.

"I heard from your sis that he wants you to learn pharmacy and take over the business someday, huh?"

I stopped kissing her and sat back in the seat. "My sister has a big mouth. But yeah, that's the general idea. Sounds exciting, doesn't it? Running a Goddamned drug store."

Bonnie shrugged. "Sounds all right to me. My gosh, Ross, it's the biggest drug store in Crossbury and besides…"

"I don't want to run his friggin' drug store and start paying for a stupid little cracker box out there by the lumber mill highway and I don't want to work all day on Saturday and half of Sunday and…"

"Okay, okay… sorry I mentioned it." Bonnie sat there in a huff for a while.

[missing text] knob. Bonnie's breath panted hot against my neck. Her eyes were rolled back in her head.

"Oh,my! Ross, what are you doing?"

"Bonnie, baby," I whispered, feeling suddenly romantic. I began a slow in-and-out movement, hoping I could get my cock deeper in her hole. The friction was hard to feel because of the damned rubber, but I could feel something. I was so close to coming I knew it wouldn't take much more. Chancing everything, I let go of her panty crotch and jammed both hands under her broad ass, humping my prick forward at the same time. My cock divided the depths of her pussy and speared up into her hot hole, but Bonnie came up from the couch like a maddened sow.

"Stop! Stop, Ross, you dirty, filthy…!"

My cock came out of her cunt with a slippery pop and I felt myself falling off the sofa. My pants were tangled around my ankles, though, and before I could get my hand out from under Bonnie's ass, I was sitting on the rug, staring down at my pounding cock. The white latex sheath was stained with blood.

I got angrily to my feet and jerked my pants up. Bonnie was pretending she was crying, but it was a pretty poor imitation.

"I hope you appreciate what I let you do!" she croaked, patting her mousy hair. "You will come see me tomorrow, won't you?"

"Won't be around tomorrow," I said, buckling my belt and starting towards the door. I'd had it with Bonnie Gordon.

"Ross – wait!"

"See ya, Bonnie."

"Ross Hunter, I think you're the most awful person ever…"

I let the screen door clap closed behind me and headed across the lawn. Almost getting into Bonnie seemed more than not getting in at all. Before I got to the station wagon, I could hear Teeny Buston about to came apart. Jim had kicked half the blanket off them, and when I slid into the front seat and gunned the engine to life, I got a good look.

Teeny's skirt was twisted up around her thin waist and there was no telling what had happened to her panties. One large white tittie hung loose from her bra, and Jim was rubbing his hand over it while he tried to capture her tossing head for another kiss.

I drove down the block to Main and headed out of town. At the rate Jim was going, it wouldn't take him long to finish and this was the plan we'd agree on ahead of time. I heard Teeny sigh again and adjusted the rear-view mirror down to get another look. The stop light at Patterson Street gave me a good one. Teeny's knees poked up over the top of the seat and her trim white feet were flat on the foam mattress I'd brought along for Jim to use. She'd kicked off both shoes, of course, and Jim had shoved her short skirt up around her waist. My cock pulsed with new blood, stretching big inside the hot rubber again. Teeny Buston had wonderful legs.

"We shouldn't, Jim, darling," she gasped. But it sounded like a yes to me. The light changed, but I sat there getting high from the smell of Teeny's hot pussy. Jim's pants were down around his ankles and his balls hung heavily down along the underside of Teeny's ass. The pert cheerleader suddenly straightened a leg so hard that the Ford rocked on its springs.

"Down a little, honey," I heard her pant. "Now… there… Ohhhh, Jim!"

Her antis went around his neck, and I decided that maybe I'd better drive for a while before they got wise. At the stop sign just past the fire station, I couldn't resist another look. By now Teeny's fingers were musing Jim's dark hair. Her breathing was girlish and whispery and made me wish it was me between those quivering white thighs. I knew I should go on driving, but then they didn't know I was only waiting at a stop sign. And anyway Teeny was too far gone to worry about anybody watching.

I got a big noseful of pussy smell again and closed my eyes, remembering the times I'd come off a date with that sharp, pungent perfume on my fingers. Sometimes I didn't wash it off for a whole day just so I could get a whiff every so often. Jim would probably be covered with the lovely stuff when he was through fucking Teeny. The lucky bastard. The car lurched on its springs once again, and when I squinted in the dim light from a corner streetlight, I saw that the two lovers were half on their sides and one of Teeny's legs was thrown way back. My breath went funny in my throat. I could see the white underside of her ass and the swollen lips of her cunt curved around Jim's blood darkened cockshaft. Teeny's pussy hair was sparse and blonde and I could see just how she was put together. When Jim pulled his prick back some, part of the pretty cheerleader's inner pussy bloomed out, clasping slickly around his meat. Her cunt flesh was a dark red and glossy with flooding juice. As Jim fucked deep again, the slippery wet sound made me grit my teeth with his cock deep in Teeny's snatch, she began to roll her ass in jerking circles. Jim's balls grazed the swells of her trim buttcheeks as she writhed.