Donna Allen: Five-way family

She felt herself lost in a fog of lust. She wondered if the boy thought she was crazy. There she was sitting before him totally naked, with her legs spread wide to show her cunt and her hands playing with her boobs. God have mercy on me! Alison thought. The Lord will smite me down for my sins!

She kept her eyes on Brian' s face as she played with her body. She could see his response. She could see the hunger and lust in his boyish face and it thrilled her. She realized she had discovered something about herself. She realized how much she enjoyed exposing her body, how much she enjoyed having her eighteen year old cousin look at her gaping cunt and heaving tits.

"Smell my pussy," she said suddenly. "Come on, Brian, get your face down there and sniff my box." She giggled as she leaned back on her elbows, her thighs spread wide.

Brian moved as though hypnotized, creeping forward, his body pushing between her legs, his face approaching her crotch.

"Just smell it," Alison hissed, her eyes glittering as she watched his young face approach her cunt. "Don't do anything but smell it. If you do more than that, I'll go home right now.

He obeyed her. When his face was almost touching her pussy, he stopped moving. She watched his nostrils quiver as he sniffed at her cunt.

"What does it smell like, Brian?" she said. She laughed when she saw how flustered he was. "Don't be bashful, Brian. Come on, tell me what it smells like."

"Like fish," he whispered.

"Do you like it? Do you like that fishy smell of pussy, Brian?"

"I like it," he said, his eyes fixed on her oozing gash, on her thick cuntlips which had been spread open by her fingers, on her gaping cunthole and swollen pink clit.

"That's enough," she said. "Now get your trunks off and show me what you're hiding down there."

She remained as she was, leaning on her elbows, her legs spread wide and her cunt exposed. Brian rose to his knees and pushed his swim trunks down to reveal his cock and balls.

Alison hissed with excitement as she gazed at his stiff pink cock. "Skin it back," she said. "Show me your cockhead."

He took his prick in his hand and slowly retracted his long foreskin to expose the pink knob. As Alison watched, a gob of clear cockjuice oozed out of his pisshole, dangled a moment on the tip of his prick and then fell in a long thread onto the rock between his legs.

Alison was thrilled at the sight of her cousin's juice oozing out the slit in his cockhead. Last night had been the first time she'd ever seen a cock, but her uncle's prick had been far away and she'd been unable to get a good look at it. Now she had Brian's gorgeous young cock right in front of her eyes. It looked tasty. His swollen cockhead looked adorable, and she imagined herself taking it into her mouth and gently sucking it. Was it a sin? She didn't much care any more. At that moment she was sure that having Brian' s teen prick in her mouth would be the most wonderful thing in the world.

She had to get her hands on him. Sitting up, she leaned forward, slipped her hands along his thighs, tickled her fingers around the base of his cock, and finally grabbed his tight pink nuts in her hand and gently squeezed. "Does that hurt, Brian?"

"No," he replied. "It feels good."

She giggled and pulled at his ball-bag, her fingers rolling his nuts, her fingernails gently scratching the delicate wrinkled skin of his sac. His balls felt cool in her hand. She remembered reading somewhere that a man's balls were always at a lower temperature than his body. They felt lovely. She imagined his nuts full of young hot jism, thick ropey spunk that would shoot out of his cock like a fountain.

His pisshole was leaking a steady stream of cockjuice now and strings of it dangled from the tip of his cock. Alison was thrilled by it. His cock looked so impatient for fucking, a wet throbbing tool ready for stroking in a woman's cunt. But not today, she thought. She'd promised herself that she'd keep her cherry a while longer. She'd promised herself she wouldn't give in. No matter how much she wanted Brian to fuck her, she would not let it happen.

An idea suddenly came into Alison 's head. It was something she'd heard her friends talk about one time. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Pulling her hand away from his balls, she once again took hold of her tits.

"Put it between my tits," she said. "You can slide your cock back and forth between my tits and make believe it's a pussy. Would you like to do that?''

His answer was a grunt. Alison giggled as she lay back on the rock and allowed her teen cousin to straddle her body. He shuffled forward until his cock and balls rested in the deep valley between her big tits.

She took her tits in her hands then pressing her titflesh around his cockshaft, jiggling her boobs back and forth and rubbing his prick with a regular rhythm.

"Does that feel good, Brian?"

"Yes!" he hissed.

She bent her head, her chin touching her chest, her hot eyes gazing at his swollen cockhead. His cockjuice had leaked all over her tits and her skin glistened with it.

God, how turned on she was! Her cunt was sopping wet, the insides of her thighs a sticky mess. She had no need to touch herself to know that her cuntlips must be swollen. She'd more than once looked at herself in a mirror when she was turned on, and she knew what her cunt looked like when it was oozing juice and twitching with lust.

Brian suddenly groaned and shuddered. Alison kept her eyes riveted to his cock, and a moment later she cried out as the boy's thick jism foamed out of his pisshole. He began spurting in heavy jets that splattered against her neck and chin and face. She could smell it. She could smell the musky smell of his spunk. Rubbing her tits more forcefully up and down on his cockshaft, she did her best to get all the cock-cream out of his balls.

When Brian seemed to be finished shooting his load, Alison pushed him away. She rubbed his jism into the skin of her tits and then scooped it off her face with her fingers and coated her nipples with it.

"God, Brian, do you always come that much?" she giggled.

Breathing heavily, the boy nodded. "I always shoot a big load."

Alison shuddered with lust. He was still half-hard and she knew it wouldn't take much to get his prick completely stiff again. She'd be able to get another load of jism out of his balls, some more of his thick cum to rub into her skin like lotion. She decided to stop while she could. She was too hot now and she was afraid that if she continued she would give into her impulses and let Brian fuck her. She didn't want that. I really don't know what I want, she thought. A sudden feeling of fear and shame overwhelmed her. Just a touch on her pussy would make her come. But now she was afraid that if she did that much she would have to go all the way.

"That's enough," she said. "Come to my room tonight when everyone's asleep. Will you do that?"

"If you want me to," he replied. "Will you let me fuck you?"

"I'll let you suck my pussy. You'd better be satisfied with that or you won't get anything at all."

Later, alone in the privacy of her room, Alison rubbed her cunt with a towel until she had four orgasms. By the time she finished she was totally exhausted. Her cuntbush and thighs soaked with her juices, her cunthole twitching and gaping from the stretching produced by her fingers, she fell asleep.

At the stroke of midnight Brian slipped into Alison s room. She quickly locked the door and kissed his cheek. She wore a baby-doll nightie, its hem barely covering her ass and her dark nipples clearly visible through the thin material.

She giggled as Brian's hot eyes feasted on her body. She could see his hard cock tenting his pajama bottoms.