Ron Taylor: Two cousins turned on

"Nobody's supposed to be on top," she pointed out. "You can do it any way you like, you male chauvinist pig!"

"Well, this is the way I like it," he said, "because I feel like I'm fucking my cock a mile up your juicy little cunt."

"A mile!" she giggled. "You wish!" She'd measured his cock once, shortly after they started fooling around. Erect, he was five and a half inches long. She'd read some dirty books, in which all the guys had ten-inch-pricks, so she supposed Joey was a little short, but you know, she told herself, he still had all the cock her pussy could handle, and then some!

He had to shove hard to get all of his prick inside her, and the strenuous thrusting banged ferociously against the mouth of her womb.

She rocked under him, alternating the quivers of her pussy with the in-out strokes of his cock. She'd already learned that there was a way to clench her pussy around his prick and make him shiver with lust, and she made her pussy do just that, squeezing at his hard cock as it lunged deeply.

"Oh, Betsy!" he sighed, propped on his palms above her body.

She touched his chest, wishing it was hairy like an the guys in the romance novels. Maybe he'd sprout some body fur later on. Maybe if she fucked him a lot, his body would start getting bushier. She was certain that her own pussy hair was a lot thicker and fuller than it had been when they started.

He was fucking hard now, panting with the exertion, and Betsy moaned delightedly under him. Her heels worked up and down the backs of his legs. She even pressed them against his ass and thumped, urging him to fuck her harder and deeper.

She pulled his face down so she could kiss it. She was delighted to find that she enjoyed kissing so much, especially French style, with tongues slurping back and forth. It intensified the fucking for Betsy.

She nibbled his tongue while her pussy milked his hard cock. He barreled into her deeply, grinding at the very bottom of her cunt. His balls jiggled against the plump mound of her pussy. She worked herself from side to side under him, giving new thrills to his prick and, even more so, to her aroused cunt.

"Yes, that's the way!" Betsy encouraged.

"Fuck me, Joey! Mmmm, fuck me!"

If she were gonna have trouble sneaking away from her stupid cousin, she owed it to herself to make this fuck just as hot and horny and fulfilling as she could possibly manage. It might be a week before they'd have the chance to get together for more fun. Why did the bitch have to come for a visit while Betsy was in the middle of customizing the act of fucking to her own horny specifications?

"I want this fuck to be soooo bitchin hot!" she husked, rolling her ass under Joey. "I wanna do it every way! C'mon, Joey-Blowy, let me get up on my knees and you can ram that cock up me from behind, okay? And oooh, baby, while you're back there, maybe you'd like to see if that sweet hard prick of yours will fit up my ass?"

"Wow!" Joey said in awe. "You really want me to fuck you in the ass, too? I've been thinking about that myself, Betsy, but I was afraid to ask you."

"Well, let's try it, then," Betsy suggested. "But first you have to fuck me from the back."

The excited young girl rolled over and went onto her knees. Her slim but cutely rounded ass stuck up, wiggling, a horny invitation to her teenaged boyfriend. She reached beneath herself, spread the lips of her fuck-sloppy pussy, peeling them back till her wet pink cunt glistened alluringly.

Joey came up behind her on his knees, his prick sticking out eagerly. Betsy reached back to grab his cock, and she pulled him straight to the wet crease of her cunt.

"Fuck me till I'm dripping!" she panted. "And then we'll see whether or not this cock fits up my asshole?"

She guided his cock into her pussy, and again she felt the thrilling sense of resistance as her tight cunt wrestled with and then accepted greedily the thrust of Joey's stiffened teen cock.

His groin bumped hard against her ass and she gasped, and he started to fuck in and out, his hands gripping tightly at her hot sweaty little ass.

"Oh, Christ, Joey!" she moaned, rolling and swaying to his cock attack, "I love the way you fuck me!"

Amy Gibbs yawned, her mouth gaping. She knew it looked bad, but who the fuck was gonna see her? This was almost the first breakfast she'd ever eaten alone, and certainly the latest breakfast she'd ever eaten.

"Well, fuck that too!" she said aloud, giggling as she heard the nasty word echo through Aunt Molly's spotless kitchen.

Aunt Molly was at work in town. Who the fuck knew where cousin Betsy was? Jesus, what did people do for fun out here in the country, anyway? It was going to be a shitty two months, you could bet your fucking ass on that. She was enjoying the freedom to say anything, though. She sure couldn't talk dirty at home. Her patents were okay, but Christ, they took religion so fucking seriously!

Like, this summer they were in Honduras as missionaries.

And to top it all off, they'd farmed her out – literally – to Aunt Molly, down here at the ass end of nowhere. At least back in Cincinnati she had her friends. Here she didn't know a goddamn soul.

But she wasn't as cranky as she'd been last night, arriving here late on the bus. A good night's sleep had done wonders for Amy's disposition. She'd slept until noon and she felt almost human again.

But she was bored already, and it was only the start of her first full day at Aunt Molly's farm. Was it gonna get worse than this? She wished she'd been able to talk her folks into letting her stay at home, by herself. But that was a lost cause. They didn't trust her to take care of herself.

She didn't fucking know why! She'd never been really bad. How could she, with as tight a rein as they kept on her? Jesus, everybody else had been dating and wearing makeup and radical clothes since the fifth or sixth grade, and Amy was still waiting for her first chance just to kiss a boy. Still, she'd thought maybe this summer would be special, but there was no fucking way that could happen, not with Amy Gibbs stashed away on a farm at the ass-end of Meigs County.

She picked up the note Aunt Molly had left for her. Her mom was always leaving notes, too. Once she'd found a note pinned to her bra. It must run in tile family.

Betsy would be working in the vegetable garden, the note said. Amy snickered. Who the fuck would want to work in a vegetable garden?

"If she's not there," the note went on, "try the pond in the woods. I think she sneaks up there to skinny-dip. She's left a well-beaten path."

"What the fuck!" Amy said. Maybe she'd go look for Betsy. As far as she knew, Betsy was the only living soul around here, and they night as well get acquainted. Maybe Betsy knew some interesting things to do.

She walked through the meadow. She was a tall girl, long legged, red hair blowing in the warm breeze. Her freckled skin was a healthy shade of pink; she never got much of a tan, but she didn't mind too much. She wore a sleeveless top, running shorts, and sneakers. The high grass tickled her bare legs, and she could hear birds singing. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad down here on the farm. The air smelled funny without the city's constant haze of auto exhaust fumes. Amy thought she might be starting to like it.

She didn't see Betsy in the garden, but somehow she hadn't expected to. She hardly knew Betsy. They'd only seen each other a few times. Since they were babies. But she hadn't gotten the impression that Betsy was any kind of fanatic farm girl. Skinny dipping in the woods sounded a lot more like her cousin.

She climbed the bank into the woods. There was a well-defined path, just as Aunt Molly had said in her note, and she didn't worry about losing her way. She stopped at the top of the rise. Mmmm, she wished she'd gone to the john before leaving the house! It must have been the coffee; she wasn't used to it. Jesus, she had to pee!