Harry Stevens: Naked horny family

Dottie Baker hadn't seen her cousin in a year. "He's sure no kid anymore," she whispered under her breath.

Steve had filled out and broadened, with muscles rippling across his tanned back where the shoulder blades used to stick out. And he must have been four or five inches taller. However, the change Dottie noticed most was between his legs.

The bulge in his tight bathing suit left nothing to Dottie's imagination. He was hung, she realized. Hung like a horse!

"Ready for a dip?" he asked her.

"Is anybody else coming along?" Dottie said, feeling her pussy tingle.

"Alice mentioned something about it," Steve said, referring to his sister.

"Well, she can join us later," Dottie quickly answered. "After all, she sees you every day. But it's been a year since the two of us have been together. We've got some catching up to do."

"Sure," Steve agreed, doing some looking of his own.

Dottie wore a two-piece bikini. Her tits filled the plunging halter and the skimpy bottom of her suit cut into her crotch like a knife.

Dottie had done some growing up herself. In the last year she had sucked her first cock, then several more to go along with that one. And, although she was still technically cherry, she planned to do something about that too.

"How about the pond?" Dottie suggested. "There's plenty of privacy there."

"Sounds good to me," Steve replied, a husky edge to his voice as he gave Dottie's curvy body another once over.

Hand in hand, the cousins slipped away. A grove of trees and an undergrowth of dense brush shielded them from the rest of the family.

"Well, here we are," Steve said nervously, looking back and forth between the sparkling pond and his scantily clad cousin. "Like we used to say when we were little kids, last one in's a rotten egg."

He started to edge toward the water but Dottie didn't follow. When Steve turned around his mouth flew open. She was stripping!

"Another thing we used to do when we were kids," she coyly explained, "was skinny-dip."

Her halter fluttered to the ground, causing her tits to swing in exposure. The nipples were pink and hard. The telltale bulge between Steve's legs swelled.

"We're, uh, not as young as we used to be," he choked as his cousin stood half-naked before him.

"I know," Dottie murmured, licking her lips while she stared at the throbbing evidence of Steve's arousal.

She wriggled her hips and the patch of cloth gave way and fell down her thighs. All at once her pussy was out in the open. Partially shaved so the hair wouldn't show when she wore her bathing suit, her curly bush was a perfect triangle.

"Like me?" she asked bluntly.

"You're a knockout!" Steve breathlessly replied.

"Bet you're not so bad yourself," Dottie purred.

Steve gulped. "You want me to strip too?"

"Why not? You've seen what I've got. Now it's my turn to check you out."

"Gee, I-I dunno," Steve stammered. "It might be… well, kinda embarrassing. See, I'm sorta…" He couldn't finish.

"Turned on?" Dottie boldly asked him.

Steve sheepishly nodded.

"Then here, let me give you a hand," Dottie smirked.

While she spoke she'd closed the distance between Steve and herself. Now she had her hands inside his trunks, pushing them down.

But his cock stretched the fabric stubbornly, snagged on it. She tugged harder and suddenly the trunks came off with Steve's hard-on surging free. Dottie trapped it against her belly and rubbed.

"Mmmm, this is more like it," she sighed. "We're not going swimming, are we?" Steve muttered.

"Only if you like getting your cock sucked underwater," Dottie teased.

She slumped down onto her knees. Her tongue flicked out and caught Steve's balls. From there it licked up to the shaft of his jutting prick.

"Nobody's ever blown me before," he admitted.

"No problem," she chuckled. "I have enough experience for the both of us."

Steve moaned when Dottie took his cockhead in her mouth. "Feels even better than I thought it would."

"This is just the beginning," Dottie slurped. "Because when I go down on a guy, I don't stop until I've swallowed every inch."

"What do I do?" Steve nervously asked.

"Just stand there. The rest'll come naturally."

Then Dottie bore down when Steve's cock head reached her throat she momentarily gagged on its bulk, then relaxed her muscles as she wallowed. After, that it was easy. She didn't let up until she'd taken him to his balls.

"Gee, I didn't think you could really do it!" Steve rasped. "God, my whole cock's in your mouth."

Now, while she burrowed between his legs, Steve reached down and brushed Dottie's long, brown hair. At first his touch was hesitant, but then he discovered how willing she was to have him set the tempo of her suction. By moving her head, he could also move her lips on his prick.

"Oh, yeah," he groaned. "Suck my cock!" Dottie's head was solidly in his grip. He rocked it to and fro so she tugged at his hard-on. And his hips churned in response. He was fucking her in the mouth!

Picking up more confidence with every cock-thrust, Steve called down to Dottie: "Just keep it up and I'll come right down your throat."

His words were music to Dottie's ears. Anything less than a bellyful of his cock's hot, sweet juice would be a disappointment. For her, a blow-job was a waste of time unless she devoured every drop of a guy's jizz.

And now with Steve's prick straining toward eruption, she made sure he'd deliver. Squeezing his balls, she primed his supply of cream.

A finger up his asshole didn't hurt her cause either.

"You want it as much as I wanna give it to you," Steve steamily declared. "So here it is, Dottie. All the cum you can drink!"

His crotch bucked against her face, his cock pouring its thick juice down her throat. Dottie gulped as fast as he shot his wad, almost climaxing herself from the feast of liquid warmth.

Soon Steve's spurting slowed to a dribble. But Dottie wouldn't release his cock until she'd milked out every last bit of jizz. She doubled her suction, still pumping Steve's balls and finger-fucking his asshole.

"You've sucked me dry," Steve groaned.

Reluctantly, Dottie allowed his prick to leave her mouth. Her disappointment fled when she saw that, although Steve's cock may have been drained, it remained hard, hard enough to fuck her!

Dottie fell back on the grass, lifting her knees. Then, slowly, her legs parted. As Steve stood there watching her cunt spread, his cock twitched and throbbed as if it might burst its taut skin.

Her thighs now yawning, Dottie reached between them and stretched her pussy lips open even wider. With her pink cunt splitting the center of her hairy triangle like a fresh wound, her cunt honey leaked down, then soak of her ass.

"Fuck me, Steve!" she urged. "Stick your big prick in my pussy and fuck me!"

Steve was very horny for her juicy pussy, yet something held him back. "Jeez, Dottie, I dunno," he choked. "A blowjob's one thing. But actually going all the way is taking some kinda chance. What if somebody caught us?"

"Bet they'd be damned jealous," Dottie saucily answered, running a fingertip up the groove of her cunt and tickling her clit.

"Maybe so," Steve said. "But what if the shit hit the fan worse than either of us've ever seen it before? This isn't just kid stuff, you know."

"Well, if it isn't, then why are you acting so much like a scared little boy?" Dottie cut in.

Steve took a deep breath and gulped: "Don't you know? Can't you figure it out?"

"Oh, that," Dottie smirked. "I'm willing to forget about it if you are."

"How can I?" Steve croaked.

"Try," Dottie coned, pushing the sides of her pussy together so the juices bubbled out.