Victoria Parker: The youngest aunt

"Bobby, what are you doin'? You're playin' with yourself!" Prissy huffed.

"This is what I wanted to show you," he said. Her beautiful, face, her glowing, pink lips, red cheeks, luscious lips, her sky-blue eyes, her whole loveliness was etched with excitement as she watched Bobby jack slowly on his huge prick.

"Whew! Wow!" Prissy whispered, watching his hand.

"You like the way my cock looks, Prissy?"

"You shouldn't be doin' that, Bobby. It's not normal."

"It's very normal, cousin dear."

"You're masturbating, aren't you, Bobby?"

"Uh-huh. To you."

"Ewwww, don't, Bobby!"

But her eyes stared at Bobby's thick prick, his stroking hand. He picked up the beat just a little, jacked faster, and a wad of jizz squirted out of his cock-head and flew into the hay.

"What's that stuff shootin' out, Bobby?"

"My cum, my cream."

"You shouldn't do that, Bobby!"

His cock was spitting, and his fizz was foaming. He got cum on his hand and lubricated his cock-stalk, jacking faster. His hand-job sounded exciting to Prissy, a sweet slurp, slurp, slurp, a juicy clicking, like someone chewing gum loud and fast.

She watched Bobby jerk his cock, and she was all hot between her legs, down in her wet, pink panties. She knew that was wrong though, and she always had been a good girl. But there was something so thrilling about what her cousin was doing.

"Wanna feel my prick?" Bobby asked.

"No!" she snapped.

"Here," he said. He reached out, took her hand and placed it on his cock-stalk. "Go ahead, just feel it."

"Well, okay, but just for a second," Prissy said. Her fingers wrapped around Bobby's prick in an underhanded grip.

She'd been excited before, but now, with his hot cock-stalk firmly in her hand. She was going crazy. The way it felt, the juicy squirt of his big hard-on, the throb that she could feel against her fingers – it all had her steaming.

She jerked in and out three times, then let Bobby's cock go. His prick wobbled and spewed a chunk of cum out that splashed on Prissy's sundress.

"Oh, Bobby!" she whispered.

He grabbed her, took her in his arms. His naked cock slapped up between them, pressing against her belly. He kissed her wildly. Their tongues met. Their lips sucked at each other's. Bobby got the hem of her dress up around her waist somehow and she stood with his prick pulsing on her pink panties.

Bobby stuck his hand in her pants, digging down deeply. He felt the slushy goodness of her juices, felt the wet, butter-soft silt of her cunt. He thrust a finger in her pussy-hole.

"Oh, Bobby, it's wrong!" she cried.

He took her hand and placed it on his cock again. His prick was so thick in her grip. His cock throbbed furiously. She couldn't keep a good grip, because his cock was so slick with cum that her hand kept slipping off.

"I wanna fuck you, Prissy!" Bobby whispered hotly.

"Oh, Bobby, no! You can't! I'm your cousin. No, oh, Bobby. Take your hand out of my panties, please."

"I'm finger-fuckin' your pussy, Prissy!"

"Bobby, don't do that… don't finger-fuck… oh, oh, jeez, Bobby!"

His finger slicked beautifully in and out of her tight, cunt, and his hand pushed out her panties at the crotch. She clutched tightly on his cock, felt the hot throb. She looked down, saw his big prick in her hand, and trembled.

Bobby had his sailor cap still on. His face was frozen in a mask of desire for his beautiful, cousin. His hand worked magic, in her panties, his finger slicing in and out of her juicy cunt.

He started to take her panties down. He got them around her thighs, but she protested and moved back a couple feet. He persisted, knelt down, and took her pink panties down to her ankles. He held up each foot, and took them off.

He pulled her skirt up around her waist. He had her pinned to the wall of the barn, in the corner of an empty stall. He moved in on her. His cock was in his hand. He manipulated his huge hard-on, pushing his cock-head against Prissy's pussy.

"I'm gonna fuck you!" he whispered.

"Don't you date, Bobby! Take that big thing away from me!"

But he had wedged his big cock into her pussy, his cock-head slipping right in between her pussy-lips.

"Ooooof, ohhh, stop that!" She panted, looking gorgeous leaning against the wall, her dress up. Bobby pushed into her, his cock like a lead pipe between them. She had her feet flat on the floor, her legs set apart.

Bobby's knees were bent, his ass humping slowly. He was tenderly pushing the tip of his prick at her cunt, slipping, wedging his cockhead into her pussy.

Prissy was overwhelmed with emotion and erotic desire. She felt faint. The sight of Bobby's huge prick lodged in her pussy, the feel of his burning cock-head between her cunt-lips, was too much for the darling lovely to stand.

She trembled, shook and shuddered. Bobby fucked her slowly, still giving her just the tip of his prick-head, rubbing, friction-fucking. The sensation to Prissy was so sensational, so miraculous, she began to climax violently. Her body quaked.

Bobby picked up speed, but didn't push into the sweet girl's cunt any farther. He didn't want to hurt her or frighten her. He just wanted to thrill her.

Prissy felt the rumble and ripple of that ecstatic satisfaction simmer through her. She loved the glorious moment of orgasm. She huffed, puffed, then began sliding down the side of the barn, weak, still shuddering. Her face was wrinkled in pleasure, her eyes closed.

Bobby's cock slipped out, and he quickly grabbed her around the waist before she fell down. He stuck his finger in her cunt and finished off her sleek, splendid climax.

"Oh, uh, uh, oh… whuff, whuff," Prissy moaned.

"Feels good, doesn't it, honey?" Bobby whispered in her ear, his finger doing a slick jerk in Prissy's pussy, bringing her home through a multiple orgasm.

Prissy finally opened her eyes and saw Bobby yanking on his huge prick, his hand jerking in and out, his thumb extended, his cock-head foaming with bubbles of jizz.

"Oh, Bobby, you're so damn naughty!" she whispered.

But her eyes stared at him. She thrilled to the way he jerked his prick, the way his cock squirted white goo.

Bobby let her slip from his arms, and Prissy fell weakly to her knees in front of him. She continued watching his hand, his foaming, fizzing prick. Bobby kept pumping his cock until he stiffened, gasped loudly and shot a load of cream that splashed into her sweet, darling face.

"Bobby! Bad, bad, naughty, Bobby," she wheezed.

The cum flowed, splashed in thick chunks onto Prissy's lovely face, onto her cheeks, her red lips, her forehead. A big hunk of cum caught on her forehead inter bangs and hung there like a scab.

"It's squirtin' all over, Bobby!" she whispered.

But he was so engrossed in his cum, all he could do was keep pumping and jerking wildly, faster and faster. His cock sprayed Prissy, showering her with his erotic load.

Finally, Bobby knelt down with her in the soft hay piled on the floor. His cock was spent. He lay her back. Then he knelt between her legs bent over and rubbed his face to her cunt.

"You gonna do that again to me?" she cried. "Gonna suck your cunt, cousin dear," he said.

"Suck my cunt? Oh, Bobby!"

She lay back in the hay and let him eat her pussy, enjoying the loud slurping, the licking, the lapping. She spread her legs wide for him, thrust her ass off the hay and ground her cunt up against his gaping mouth.

Bobby came up on her, kissed up along her belly, then he kissed her on her lips, mashing his face into her cum-soaked face. The two of them rolled wildly in the hay.

"Bobby, I've never felt like this before," Prissy whispered, feeling his half-hard, sticky slick cock lolling against her flat belly.

"I'm gonna show you all kinds of new things, Prissy," Bobby whispered, running his fingers through the silky fuzz surrounding her cunt. "I'm gonna make you feel better in so many ways than you've ever felt!"