J Watson - Hot piece cousin

His prick finally wont soft and escaped her throat, and he heard her take a deep breath. He had really made the little blonde cunt work on him. His balls felt empty, drained, and he felt exhausted. He looked up to find Burt smiling and squeezing his cock.

"Good?" Burt questioned. "Was it as good as I told you it was?"

"It was fantastic," Eric agreed. "She drained me dry."

"Not me," Burt said. "I've got a little more and feel that tight little pussy around my cock."

Sherry was still on her knees and she had never felt so tired and yet so excited. Her throat muscles were sore and yet she knew she would keep sucking cocks as long as possible. She was already ready to taste more. Between her legs she was wet and hot, and knowing that Burt was going to fuck her made her even more excited. Burt saw the hunger in her eyes and he laughed. He moved down so that his dripping cock-head pressed against her cheek. She licked any a drop of cum from his tiny hole.

"You're hungry for it, aren't you, baby?" Burt asked. "You want old Burt's cock right up your hot twat. You want to get fucked, don't you?"

"Yes," she admitted. "I want you to fuck me." He pushed her back on the soft green grass. He made her lift her legs until they were above her head. She knew that nothing could have looked more depraved than she now looked. Her cunt gaped open to his view, and she knew her blond pussy hairs were covered with her glistening juices.

"Pretty," he said. "A sweet-looking pussy. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, baby."

He knelt between her legs and drove two fingers into her wet cunt. His fingers went in easily and she shivered as his fingers caused her inner heat to grow. She began moving against the rhythmic thrust of his fingers.

"Hot damn," Burt said. "She's a hot piece. I can hardly wait to sample her goods."

His fingers slipped out of her cunt and he fell against her. His weight pressed her legs into an even more uncomfortable position but she didn't care. Al that mattered was his big cock-head fitting snugly against her hot cunt.

"Put it in me," she begged him. "Put your big cock in me. Fuck me!"

He plunged his thick cock deeply into her cunt. She sighed softly as she felt the length of his stiff rod filling her. She started to move against him as his cock slipped deeper into her that any cock had ever gone.

"Harder," she groaned, her arms pulling at his body. "Fuck me harder."

He knew what she wanted and he gave her everything he had. He fucked her brutally, his balls slapping loudly against her ass. Her cunt seemed to tighten on his throbbing cock with each savage stroke. Such sweet, tight pussy. He knew he was having one of the best pieces he would ever have.

He was in so deep that Sherry could almost feel him in her stomach, and yet she still pushed up at him for more. His brutal, tearing cock tilled every inch of her cunt deliciously. How she loved it! It was a part of a man that she could love the most. She kept grinding herself against him as he made her tingle more and more.

"It's so gooooood!" she wailed. "Your cock feels so good! I love a cock! Any cock! All of them make me feel good. Fuck me good and hard with that beautiful cock!"

Her fingernails dug into his back as she felt her climax growing. She could feel his thick prick growing also and she knew it wouldn't be long before he came. She could open her eyes and see Eric watching them. He had dressed again but he couldn't pull himself away. He had never seen anything like the two writhing bodies fucking on the grass. It was savagely beautiful!

"I'm going to come!" Sherry cried out. "I can feel my cunt hurting. I'm coming. Your good cock is making me come. Give it to me harder. Harder! Harderrrrrr!"

"Ah fuck, baby," Burt moaned. "You're tearing me up! You're killing me. Fuck, baby, it's so nice I can't stop it. I'm going to pour it in your hot cunt! Right in your sweet fucking cunt!"

Their juice mingled as they collapsed together. It took a long time before Sherry could move again. Buy inch of her body felt scream tired. She felt Burt get off her but she didn't open her eyes. She heard thorn talking and laughing as Burt dressed. She didn't know how long she remained there but then she opened her eyes they were gone.

She got up and gathered up her clothes. She didn't bother to get dressed. There was nobody who could see her but David, and he'd already seen everything she had. Right now all she wanted was a nice, hot shower, and a long nap.

Tim and Dirk returned the next day but Sherry found that she wanted little to do with them. She was ashamed of herself. Ashamed of the way she had acted with them, with David, and especially with the two truck driven. Those two truck drivers had used her brutally and it was shameful the way she had begged them for more. She blamed everything that had happened to her on Tim and Dirk, and she had few words to say to them.

She did the few things that needed doing around the farm, the cooking and cleaning. She didn't mind that hard work seemed to deans her soul and helped to keep her mind off sex. She we a little surprised that none of them tried to force her, although it seemed like a natural thing for them to do. After all, she hadn't made much of a fuss the first time.

But neither rim nor Dirk seemed awfully interested in her. She heard thorn talking that evening and she had to blush at their busing stories. No wonder they weren't ready to jump on her the moment they came home. If all their stories were true then they didn't suffer from want of pussy while they were gone.

She went to bed early that evening because she was tired of listening to their stories. She took a hot show and decided to sleep with only her pantie, on. She didn't expect to be bothered but to had locked her door just the same. She had barely gotten into bed when she heard someone trying to open the door.

"Who's there?" she asked.

"It's Dirk," Dirk said. "Open this fucking door. I've got something to talk to you about."

Go away, she said. "I'll talk to you in the morning."

She wasn't prepared for what happened next. Dirk a cry of rage and her door seemed to splinter, into fragments. He was standing there looking at her with an ugly expression on his face.

He was wearing only his shorts and he was holding a can of beer.

"Get out," she whispered. "I don't want you in my room."

"Well you fucking bitch," he said. "I only wanted to talk but you're behaving like your cunt has gotten gold plated while I've been gone."

She was frightened of his. As frightened as she'd been that day in the barn. He walked across the room and she didn't protest when he tore the covers back from her. He fondled her naked tits with one hand while he finished off his beer.

"You got a nice pair," he said. "I had a fantastic redhead this weekend. She was able to hold her tits together so I could fuck her between them."

"Please leave me alone," she begged him.

He laughed at her. He crumpled his beer can up and dropped it to the floor. He stepped back and stripped out of his jockey shorts. His prick hung limply between his legs and she gasped softly. She couldn't help the feelings that went through her. He was just so strong-looking, and so commanding that he made her feel weak. Like the truck drivers had made her feel.

He got into bed with her. He kissed her gently on the lips and then he leaned back and put his hands behind his head.

"I'm tired," he said. "You do all the work. Suck my prick, cunt!"

Her heart pounded as she went down on him. She kissed the rubbery tip of his cock and felt it coming to life. She opened her lips and took just the cock-head between her teeth. She worked on the sensitive ridge with her teeth and tongue until his pride began to get stiff.