Victoria Parker: The youngest aunt

Bobby left Darcy's room, and Darcy went down the street to meet a girlfriend for a Coke. Prissy returned from the Pizza Hut. Bobby was in the living room watching ESPN.

"I'm gonna go upstairs and put on my Madonna clothes I bought at the mall," Prissy said. "Wanna see 'em? You have to pay me for them. You said you'd buy me something, remember?"

"Yes," Bobby answered.

"Well, I'll go put 'em on, and then give you the bill. I'm dying to try everything on."

Prissy returned about twenty minutes later. The darling girl was stunning. Her long sandy-blonde hair was bobbed in double ponytails that hooked up and came down at the sides of her head. She wore a dark-blue skirt that was very short and tight. Under this, she wore dark nylons that were hooked to a shiny white merry widow. She wore a red sweater that was open, unbuttoned so the top of the merry widow was clearly and sexily visible. She had on black high heels.

"This is the same outfit Madonna wore in a concert I saw," Prissy said proudly.

Her lips were cherry red. She had on red rouge. She was darling. Bobby sat with his cock thumping to a big hard-on. He stared at her loveliness, her charming body.

"You look fantastic, Prissy," he said.

"Here's the check for this outfit. You owe me forty-six dollars," Prissy said.

"Sure, I'm happy to pay for it," he said.

"Well, you said you'd pay if I'd let you see my butt, and I did let you see it – even more than see it," she teased.

Bobby knew he loved the tart. He loved Jill. He loved Darcy, he loved April, and he loved Janet, but he especially loved Prissy. His cock was incredibly hard now. He stood up. The big spike pushed out his jeans.

He went over to Prissy and stood near her. "Why don't you pull your skirt up and let me see?" he whispered.

"No… you always want me to do something dirty," Prissy huffed. She eyed his huge hard-on.

"Come on, just let me see, huh?"

"I'll buy you somethin' else if you will."

"Well… I suppose I could let you see," Prissy said.

She slowly slid the skirt up with her hands at her sides, pulling, up, higher, over the tops of her nylons, over the bottom of the merry widow. She had on a sweet pair of pink panties that poached out around the crotch.

Prissy was absolutely adorable, and a sexy pout was on her pretty lips. She held the skirt up and Bobby looked at her panties. He moved in quickly and took her in his arms and kissed her.

Her lips tasted like Juicy Fruit gum. His hand slid down and he cupped her ass. She pulled away.

"Bobby, you always wanna fool around," she scolded. He pressed against her. His huge prick throbbed on her belly. Prissy felt a tinge of excitement shoot through her. She rolled her body slowly against his big cock-bulge.

Bobby's hands went to her luxurious ass again. They kissed, and this time it was a long, hot, wet kiss. Prissy trembled in his strong arms. Bobby slid a hand between them and cupped his hand to her pantied pussy. He rubbed her there softly, itching, scratching, fingering.

"Oh, God, Prissy," he gasped. "You're so hot."

He dipped his hand inside her pink panties.

"Bobby, now don't play in my panties," Prissy argued. "You're always doin' things to me."

"You like it," he huffed, his fingers on her fuzzy pussy. He slicked a finger up and down her tight cunt slit. It was wet, and he flicked his finger into her pussy.

"Now stop it," she whispered.

"I can't, Prissy. I love you."

He jiggled his finger in her cunt.

"Bobby, you're gonna ruin my new panties, make 'em all sticky."

He took her hand and put it on his hard-on through his jeans. She rubbed her fingers up and down the prickstalk as it bent out against the crotch of his pants.

"I wanna take your panties down," he whispered.

"No… then you'd try to fuck me again."

"I'll pay you if you let me," he gasped hotly.

"How much?" Prissy purred.

"I'll give you fifty dollars."

He was quick to fall to his knees in front of her. She held her blue skirt up, bunched at her waist. Bobby stuck his thumbs in her panties and peeled them slowly over her hips, took them down her nyloned thighs, down her legs, and she lifted one high heel then the other as he took them completely off. Her fuzzy, sandy-haired pussy stared him in the face.

"Ooooo, Prissy, your cunt looks delicious," Bobby said, and he stuck his tongue into the soft muffin.

"You didn't say you wanted to lick it," Prissy said, feeling the delight of his tongue on her cunt, feeling the shivers of joy that rippled through her.

He kissed her pussy, sucked, licked on it for a full minute as Prissy stood above him and watched. Then he stood up. He took off jeans and shorts and stood naked except for a T-shirt. His huge prick wobbled and throbbed.

He lifted Prissy's baseball-sized tits out over the top of the merry widow. He kissed and licked at her juicy suckies. His hands went behind her and he caressed her naked, round ass.

She trembled with pleasure. He shuddered with joy. He unbuttoned the skirt and it fell to the floor. He lifted her sweater off. She stood in the white merry widow, the nylons, the heels, a beautiful picture of teen beauty.

He pulled her to him and kissed her. His prick slapped up against her merry widow, and his hands clutched at her ass. Prissy reached between them and grabbed his stiff cock.

"Darling, Prissy," he muttered as he took her down on the floor with him.

She lay back, her legs wide. Her eyes were on his cock as he hovered over her. He came down slowly, listing his prick in one hand, guiding the tip to her pussy. He pushed the cockhead into the soft muff.

"Bobby!" she gasped. "You gonna try and fuck me again?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, jeez… jeez, Bobby. Okay… okay then, if you wanna fuck me so bad… and if you pay me fifty dollars," she whispered.

He humped his ass and fucked his cock in and out of Prissy. She squirmed under him, spread her legs wider and cocked them up at the knees. He slid a hand under her beautiful ass, cupped it back there, slid one finger up her asshole and started fucking her in the ass with it.

His big balls smacked her ass. His prick fucked slowly in and out, in and out. Prissy felt the shaft of his hard prick fill her pussy. She liked the feel of the hard prick inside her. She moved her hips up and down, her ass bouncing up off the thick carpet.

He pumped harder on her. She wound her arms around his neck and pumped back. They were fucking on the floor, and they looked good. Two cousins, deeply in love, fucking off their intense passion.

"I love you," he whispered. "I love fuckin' you."

"Oh, Bobby, you know you shouldn't fuck my cunt like this. You know it's wrong. It's so naughty, Bobby."

She fucked harder. Her head wiggled on the carpet. Her pussy sucked on his thick prick. Bobby pumped up and down like a jackhammer. His balls were making a melodious smacking sound as they banged at Prissy's fine ass. Prissy was light-headed, lost in the joy of this wonderful fuck, the tickling feeling that tippled through her.

"Oh, Bobby," she sighed loudly. "You're fuckin' my cunt!"

His ass humped and pumped. Prissy banged her hips against him. They were slapping at each other. His prick bulged and shot off. A thick gush of cream squirted into Prissy's pussy just as the thrilling tingle of climax zinged through her.

"Say fuck for me," Bobby whispered. "Say it while we cum."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Prissy babbled, lost in the wondrous feeling of her orgasm. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me you nasty man!"

"Ah, ah, ooohhh," Bobby huffed as his cock poured more jizz into Prissy's trembling cunt.

She floated out into the realm of pleasure that locked her in a shimmering shudder beneath him, cumming so violently, so beautifully, she thought she might faint.