Ron Taylor: Raped cousin

She flushed. “Well, just look at me,” she said. "I'm not exactly Miss America-”

“Screw Miss America! We’re talking about you.”

“I’m too fat,” she argued, “and my breasts are too big, and-”

“You’re not fat. You weigh what, about a hundred and twenty? Well, on you it looks good.” He pinched off a little roll of flesh just above her hipbones.

“This,” he went on, “is baby fat. Bend over and touch your toes twenty times a night for the next month or so and you won’t even have it.” He slid his hand across the freckle4 curves of her ass. “Soft,” he said. “Soft and cushiony. You can’t imagine how sweet it is to squeeze your ass while I’m flicking you. What do you want to be slab-sided? I’m surprised you’re not black-and-blue from having your cute butt pinched every time you turn around. Just-” he pinched her naughtily-” like that!”

Debbie squealed with glee and she rubbed her chest against him. Where had her bra gone? He noticed her tits when they touched him, and one of his hands came up to fondle them. “And these are too big?” he asked. “Unless I’ve totally lost my sense of feeling, I’d say-mmmm, 38-C. Well! Guess I still have some of the knack. Women are all alike. The ones with little breasts all want to be 1)-cups, and the stacked ladies wish they were all junior petites with little round apples on their chests. I’d just like to say this-” He thrust his face into Debbie’s cleavage and squeezed her bare tits together on his cheeks. She could feel him breathing, his lips pressed against her skin, and steamy moisture oozed from his mouth, causing her flesh to tingle, her fits to swell and harden, the nipples to spring up. hard and hot.

Sam pulled back, but not to disengage. He started sucking her nipples, each ‘in turn, his mouth shooting back and forth from one fit to the other. He used his lips and tongue and teeth, and the ends of Debbie’s boobs quivered in delighted response. She grabbed his head and pulled him to her, like a mother with a nursing baby.

She’d always been embarrassed about her breasts. They started to ‘blossom when she was only eleven; by seventh grade she was nearly as big-breasted as she was today, and fat in the bargain, with braces on her teeth. The’ kids at school had nicknamed her “Boobs”, and it was horrible to walk down the hail with her unwanted, overlarge fits bouncing away, even cupped in the adult sized bra she had to wear at twelve and a half. The memory still made Debbie cringe, and she tried to explain it to Sam. His only answer was to suck a little harder. “Maybe I was just too sensitive,” Debbie sighed. “Oh, God, don’t stop now!”

He lifted his face. “Whatever you say, Boobs.”

She drew back her hand to hit him, but a fit of laughter struck Debbie and instead of punching him, she threw her arms around Sam and hugged him tightly.

Her fits squashed against his chest and the nipples were alive with excitement.

Debbie reached low, down his back, and her fingers played across the cheeks of his ass. Slab-sided. Yes, that was a good description of Sam. He ‘had a flat hard ass, the kind of ass all men should have. And hers? Well, she’d always thought it a fat one, but he didn’t seem to think so, and obviously he knew a lot more about asses than she did. If he liked it-oh, God, she could tell he liked it, the way his fingers suddenly staked out a claim on her buttocks-that ought to be enough satisfaction for Debbie.

Yesterday, she thought, I felt like a lethal combination of Laverne, Shirley, and Rhoda’s sister. Today-oh, wow, today I think I feel like Farrah Fawcett-Majors. Tomorrow? Who knows?

Maybe The Bionic Woman! She plastered herself to his body and there was a hungry itch in her cunt and a leaky flow of wetness from her sliced, well-fucked pussy. “I think I’m ready to go around one more time,” she hinted breathily, licking his ear.

He squeezed her waist, kissed her, then let his tongue slosh back and forth across her mouth. “1 don’t doubt. it,” he said, “but before I can get my cock hard again, I need some breakfast. After all, I was still asleep when you came knocking at the door. Let’s go move to the kitchen and see if we can rustle up some grub.”

There were “a few dozen cans of food in the kitchen, but nothing to cook on.

The gas stove needed a tank of propane which the cabin’s owner probably brought in with him on his hunting trips. Sam settled on pork and beans-a big can, enough for two-despite Debbie’s argument that pork and beans was an uncivilized meal to start off the day.

There was no running water in the cabin, but he’d carried in a large tub of water from the springhouse in the back yard, so he filled a kettle for morning tea, as well. Morning? Debbie peeked out the window, guessed that it must be a little past noon at the earliest. Maybe one or two o’clock, but she hadn’t eaten breakfast either and she wasn’t complaining.

Sam threw extra wood onto the fire and put the pork and beans cooking in a pan hung from a small iron hook in the fireplace, the teakettle boiling as it dangled from another hook. “Shouldn’t take too long,” he said. “You want to put your clothes back on?”

Debbie shook her head. This was the first time she’d ever been naked with another person, and she no longer felt ashamed of her body or herself or her personality. Somehow, she was positive slipping into her clothes would make her become the old Debbie once more, the Debbie she didn’t want to return to.

Instead, she sat down on the floor with her legs spread before her and began to do setups. “Might as well start working off that baby fat right now,” she smiled. “Since you don’t seem interested in helping me get any other kind of workout.”

Sam leaned against the mantle4s she moved up and down she stole peeks at the crotch of his shorts. There was no magical bulge in them, but she could see the outline of his limp penis and she knew that he had already given it to her twice, beautifully. Before she left, she’d have him again. Oh, God, she would!! “Pretty good,” he told her, squatting beside Debbie. As she panted with her exercise he started to slide a fingertip up and down her backbone, slipping by degrees into the flaring split of her buttocks. “Oooohhhh!!“ she squealed, jerking upright, turning to face him with redness blooming in her cheeks.

“Freckles turn me on,” he said, kissing a few hundred of the larger ones on her face. She warmed at the touch of his lips and she put her arm around his neck.

Sam eased in closer, cupped one of the tits he’d helped convince her were beautiful, and he pinched at that tit’s stiff jutting nipple. Debbie moaned in a low voice, and then he was easing her onto her back and she stretched willingly on the floor, one fist thumping up and down, her heels afire, eager to lock themselves around his body once again.

He slid his hand into her crotch and stroked the moistening lips of her twat.

Debbie snapped her thighs shut. “Yes, do it,” she purred, “fuck me again.” He petted her snatch, fingers toying with her tight but lusciously willing labia, and she moaned again as two fingers sank into the cunt that had, not so many hours ago, been unbearably tight upon one of her own tiny slender digits. Oh, God, she’d never be that constricted again, and it was wonderful! He thrust deeply, coating his fingers in her musky cum, then extracted them with strength, breaking the lock of her thighs. Debbie opened her eyes, looked up as Sam began to suck his fingers dry of her sweet dew.

“You taste young and sweet and fresh and free,” he said. “But I’d rather drink from the well than from the bucket. Open your legs, baby. Let me eat you.”

Her thighs were spread widely before she knew what she was doing, and his mouth was upon her cunt. Debbie jerked at the first flitting contact of his tongue with her cooze. It was so much different from the feeling of his cock, rubbing up and down her tight tender slit, but it stirred much the same kind of reaction in her belly. She twitched and jerked and her breathing became rapid and anguished, and it was fantastic, delicious, ecstatic, all rolled into one onrush of emotional response.