Victoria Parker: The youngest aunt

"What do you wanna do next, cousin?"

Bobby asked. "Wanna go in the Tunnel of Love?"

"I've never been in one, Bobby. It's dark, isn't it?"

"Yes, people neck in there. Wanna neck?"

"Bobby! Stop it!" Prissy snapped. "You're my cousin."

They got up and walked down the midway, looking for Darcy, who was off somewhere with Prissy's mother. They passed the House of Horrors.

Prissy said, "Let's go in and be scared, Bobby."

Bobby bought two tickets, and they went through the yellow and red door, into the darkness. Immediately, a skeleton came rattling at them.

"Ecceek!" Prissy screamed, and flew into Bobby's arms. He pulled her to the side of the hallway, holding her tight. He felt the press of her incredible, juicy body, her lush, curves, the roundness of her beautiful, tits.

He slid his arms around her and plunged his hands around the rippling wonder of her luxurious ass. His cock leaped. His hands fondled and probed the rich curve of her ass, so perfectly formed, so tight and firm.

Bobby tilted her chin and kissed her hotly. Their lips mashed in smacking joy. His hands fanned her teenaged ass, his fingers pinching and rolling. Prissy felt his cock hard against her, another new excitement for the darling girl.

Bobby shoved his hand up under Prissy's dress, feeling her smooth thighs. He pushed his hand between her legs.

"Bobby, you stop that! You've got my panties. You give 'em back right now. What would my mother say if she catches me without my panties on?"

He rubbed her pussy, his fingers scratching her soft cunt-fur.

"Stop, Bobby, you know you shouldn't do that! Now give me my panties!" Prissy huffed.

Bobby took her panties out of his pocket.

"I'll put them on for you," he said, and dipped to his knee in front of her. "Just hold your dress up for me."

"Oh, Bobby, what…"

But he'd lifted her foot and had slipped one leg of the panties on her, then the other. He pulled her thin, pink panties up her calves, up over her knees, then he craned in and plastered his lips to her juicy, pussy.

"Now, Bobby, don't!" Prissy snapped. "You stop that!"

"I'm putting your panties on," Bobby mumbled between sucks and licks.

He sucked her cunt, chewing on her delicious pussy tenderly, lovingly. Then he sent his lewd tongue lapping, swirling up and down her precious cunt-slit, licking her juicy cunt-lips. His hands sneaked behind her and he clutched her beautiful ass.

He nibbled, chewed, licked, and his fingers pressed into the cheeks of her ass. He was good. He knew how to eat cunt, and he was giving Prissy a first-class show.

"Now stop, Bobby! You know you shouldn't… oooohhhhh, Bobby don't… oh, oh, stop, stop, Bobby!"

But he wasn't going to stop. He was lapping at her sweet cunt, and Prissy was lost in the divine sensation his tongue was giving her.

Two teenaged girls walked in the door and walked right beside them, but Bobby still didn't stop. The girls stood in amazement, watching Prissy stand there with her skirt held up, and there was the sailor on his knees chewing at her pussy.

"Wow!" one of the girls said.

"Jeez!" the other whispered. "Look at that, huh?"

Prissy was embarrassed, but she was so overwhelmed by Bobby's expert tongue, what he was doing to her, that all she could do was stare back at the two girls who watched the amazing sight.

"Bobby don't!" she sobbed. "Please stop! Whewffffff!"

The girls watched while Bobby licked her pussy. Prissy was lost. She didn't know what she should do, so she made some obligatory noises of protest.

"Don't, don't now, Bobby. Please! You shouldn't do that to me! Ohhhh, wow!"

Her heart fluttered. She felt the tingle of a climax slip on her. The tickle spread through her, making her little, luscious body shiver.

She stiffened, then bent over at the waist. She let her dress fall. She grabbed back at the wall for support, and Bobby kept chewing and licking, his head bobbing her skirt.

Prissy shuddered with joy. She loved the sensation vibrating her body. She didn't even care that the two girls were watching every second. It was dark, and ail their prying eyes could see was that a lovely girl was getting her pussy sucked. Prissy was loving it.

The girls scooted away when Bobby bobbed up from under Prissy's skirt. Prissy pulled her dress up and adjusted her pink panties.

"You shouldn't do that to me, Bobby, you know that," she whispered.

He took her hand and placed her palm on the flap of his Navy whites, and she felt a hard cock for the first time. She gasped loudly and quickly jerked her hand away.

"You stop that, Bobby!"

His crotch was all wet. His cock had been dripping in his uniform, and his cock was throbbing to get out. He pulled Prissy to him, humping so the head of his cock was pushed against her cunt through their clothes.

He turned her around and pushed her against the wall and began humping in and out, sliding his hard prick against her wet pussy.

"We'll just dry-fuck a little," he whispered. "Stop now, Bobby, please," Prissy said, the big head of Bobby's cock rubbing in and out against her pussy. She'd never felt anything like it before. She was weak with excitement. Bobby was humping her faster and faster, then she felt him stiffen.

"Ahhhh!" he gasped. "Oh, ahhhh."

He creamed his uniform, squirted outa load in his shorts as he dry-fucked his beautiful, cousin in the House of Horrors at the fair.

Prissy's pussy was all wet in her pink panties. She kept thinking about how Bobby's hard-on rubbed her crotch, bow he humped in and out at her, slicking his big cock-head back and forth against her cunt.

They went on through the House of Horrors and came out the other door. They walked down the steps and back into the flow of the crowd on the midway. It was only three in the afternoon. They had all day and all evening left at the fair, Prissy thought. She looked up at her handsome, sailor cousin. He had his sailor's cap tilted cockily on his head.

"I wonder where your mom and Darcy are?" Bobby asked.

"Mom gets real hot for arts-and-craft shows," Prissy said.

"Oh, yeah?" Bobby smiled. "I guess they'll find us. Wanna go on some more rides, Prissy?"

"Sure!"

"Maybe we could go over to the 4-H barns and set some displays," Bobby said.

"I've never done that. Doesn't sound like much fun."

Bobby took her hand and led them through the crowds, off to one side, past the Freak Show, past the tilt-a-whirl, and along a path to the big, display barn.

"Golly, Bobby, there's nothin' in here but cows."

"Yeah, the prize winners. Look, see? There's a blue ribbon pinned on that stall."

"It smells in here," Prissy said.

"Come over here," Bobby said. He led her to a corner of the barn near some hay. "I wanna show you somethin', Prissy."

He began unbuttoning his flap, opened it up, and slid his sailor pants down his thighs. He had a pair of Navy-issue white shorts on. They were all gummy and sticky. His cock was starting to rise in his shorts… thumping upward, curving against the shorts. He reached down, stripped the shorts down and his cock snapped up and smashed against his belly.

His prick was huge, handsome, and hard as marble. Prissy gasped. Her mouth dropped open. She sucked in her breath. His cock wobbled and throbbed. His cock stuck out a full nine inches.

"Bobby!" Prissy hissed. "You stop undressing!"

Her gaze was glued to his prick. She'd never seen a hard cock before and she was fascinated.

Bobby's hard-on was so beautiful, his skin so white and smooth, his big cock-head was a shiny red and glistened with cum.

He took his prick in his hand and began to jerk slowly, pulling his cock-skin back and forth, letting his bulging prick-head point at Prissy.