J Watson - Hot piece cousin

"Who is it?" Sherry asked, sobbing.

"Tim," he said.

"Go away," she said. "I don't want to talk to anyone right now."

Tim tried the handle and found it wasn't locked. He pushed open the door and watched Sherry scramble for something to pull over herself. She was a sweet-looking piece. He got a quick glimpse of full, heavy tits and a cream-white ass before she got the blankets pulled up to her chin. She looked as if she had just stepped from the shower.

"GO away," she said again.

He walked to the bed and sat down beside her. He took her hand in his own. He caressed her soft fingers and gave her the kindest look he knew how to give.

"Sherry," he said. "There's no need to be so angry. I know what happened. I know you couldn't help it. You can't blame yourself for it."

Sherry looked into his kind eyes and felt her tears start again. It seemed natural to put her head against his shoulder even though there was only the blanket between her naked titties and his coat.

He patted her head as she cried.

"There, there," he said soothingly. "We'll talk about it and you'll feel better."

She knew she wasn't ever going to feel better. She'd behaved like an animal, like a two-dollar whore on the street corner. She had begged for Dirk's cock and she knew she could never really say he raped her.

She wasn't even aware when the blanket dropped a little and his fingers started stroking her back all the way down her spine to the cleft of her asscheeks. She was aware when he put his hand underneath her chin and lifted her face. His lips brushed against hers lightly.

She was shocked. This couldn't be happening. Not with Tim, too. She tried to turn her face away but he held her firmly and pushed his tongue into her mouth. His tongue tasted more of peppermint than the strong beer taste of Dirk.

He had very quick hands and somehow he got the blanket down to her waist, exposing her firm, creamy tits. His hands touched her tits and caused her to shiver. He gently stroked her flesh and she could feel herself responding to him.

"No," she protested weakly.

Somehow she found the strength to push him away, but she saw that he had no intention of stopping. He stood up and started stripping off his clothes.

"No," she said. "What are you doing? You shouldn't do that."

"Shhhh," he said. "I'm going to make your sweet little cunt feel good."

She stared at him in disbelief as he finished stripping off his clothes. He wasn't as strongly formed as Dirk, but his muscles were hardened from working on the farm. He stretched out beside her and she felt his half-limp cock pressing against the blanket.

"Oh no, Uncle Tim," she whispered. "You can't. Please don't do this. PLEASEEEEEE!"

He kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He wiggled it around in her throat and again she felt the hot shivers going up her spine. She feebly pushed at his broad shoulders but he simply ignored her.

His hands once again cupped her titties. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, causing them to become painfully erect. She tried to slip out of his gasp but he held her firm.

"Don't fight me," he said. "I'm going to make you feel good. Really good."

She wanted to scream at him and yet she wanted him to continue. She was so confused about the way her body was responding to his kisses. She didn't want to consider herself a bad girl and yet she'd always thought that only bad girls had feelings like she'd gotten with Dirk and like Tim was giving her.

He pulled the blanket all the way off her and she knew there was no sense fighting him any longer. She realized that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. She just couldn't stop now to think about what was right and wrong.

"Oh Tim," she said softly.

Tim sensed her surrender and he quit holding her so firmly. He dropped his head to one creamy mound and licked at her erect brown nipple. She cried out as she felt his lips open and take the tender bud into his hot, wet mouth.

He began sucking on her flesh and giving her feelings that she'd never known before. He gobbled her flesh like he was trying to swallow it, and all the time his wet tongue kept brushing across her nipples.

She couldn't control the high scream that broke from her throat, and her fingers tangled in his hair. She urged him closer to her tit with the pressure of her hand. He understood what she wanted and even more of her sensitive tit was sucked into his willing mouth.

She felt his hand at her thighs and she opened her legs willingly. His fingers gently caressed her silken thighs higher and higher until he was touching her cunt mound. She found herself spreading her legs wider as his fingers brushed against the rosy petals of her cunt.

"Oh do that some more," she begged him. "Keep touching me like that. It feels so good!"

His finger was causing a kind of electricity between her legs. She grew wet enough for one of his fingers to part the rosy petals of her cunt and push inside.

Her ass started moving against the sheets of the bed as she began to react to the gentle penetration of his finger. He pushed his finger in all the way to his knuckle and began to move it in a circular motion. She thought that nothing could feel as good as that, but he had other tricks in mind to show her. His fingers parted her cunt even more and two more of his fingers slipped inside her hungry hole.

Again he started moving those fingers in that wide circular motion that brought his fingers into contact with every sensitive part of her cunt. Every nerve in her body tingled. One finger brushed against her sensitive clit and she thought she was going to jump right out of her skin.

He had her on the brink of her orgasm and he pulled his fingers out. She pushed up at his fingers, trying to draw them inside her hungry cunt once more.

"Oh no," she pleaded with him. "Don't stop now. Please do something."

"I'm going to do something," he assured her.

His cock we rigid and she thought she was about to get fucked. She reached for his cock but he moved away from her hand. His lips covered her tit but only for a second. Then she felt his wet lips travel down her stomach, pushing into her belly button.

"What are you doing?" she cried out. "What are you trying to do to me? Put your cock in me, please. Please put your cock in me!"

Instead his face went between her thighs. She couldn't believe it was happening. His tongue licked any her cunt juices from her thick pubic hairs. She could actually feel him sucking up some of her pussy hair into his mouth.

It seemed so dirty to have him down there. She could lift her head and see the top of his head pressed between her soft white thigh and it looked vulgar. Even more vulgar than being fucked. She kept telling herself that she wanted him to stop and yet her fingers once again tangled in his hair and pulled his face closer to her cunt mound.

His tongue probed her pussy and she screamed in shivery delight. She opened her legs wider and his tongue slipped deeply into her hot, wet crevice. He started lapping at her like a cat laps water.

"Oooooooooh!" she cried. "That's so lovely. It's making me feel so wonderful! So gooodddd!"

She completely gave in to the fantastic feelings his tongue gave her. She couldn't seem to hold her body still. Her ass moved from side to side beneath the thrusting of his fat tongue. Her hands tugged at his hair, massaged her swollen titties, and jerked at her own long blond hair.

Her head went back and her red lips parted. She licked her lips each time his tongue probed her cunt. God, it was fantastic! Really fantastic! Nothing could ever match the feelings she was getting.

She knew she was growing really wet down there but he didn't seem to mind. He was swallowing loudly, like a man really enjoying a meal.

Without warning, his tongue suddenly left her cunt.