pp-7440 two cousins turned on (ron taylor) 1986 Page 2

  She pulled his face down so she could kiss it. She was delighted to find that she enjoyed kissing so much, especially French style, with tongues slurping back and forth. It intensified the fucking for Betsy.

  She nibbled his tongue while her pussy milked his hard cock. He barreled into her deeply, grinding at the very bottom of her cunt. His balls jiggled against the plump mound of her pussy. She worked herself from side to side under him, giving new thrills to his prick and, even more so, to her aroused cunt.

  "Yes, that's the way!" Betsy encouraged.

  "Fuck me, Joey! Mmmm, fuck me!"

  If she were gonna have trouble sneaking away from her stupid cousin, she owed it to herself to make this fuck just as hot and horny and fulfilling as she could possibly manage. It might be a week before they'd have the chance to get together for more fun. Why did the bitch have to come for a visit while Betsy was in the middle of customizing the act of fucking to her own horny specifications?

  "I want this fuck to be soooo bitchin hot!" she husked, rolling her ass under Joey. "I wanna do it every way! C'mon, Joey-Blowy, let me get up on my knees and you can ram that cock up me from behind, okay? And oooh, baby, while you're back there, maybe you'd like to see if that sweet hard prick of yours will fit up my ass?"

  "Wow!" Joey said in awe. "You really want me to fuck you in the ass, too? I've been thinking about that myself, Betsy, but I was afraid to ask you."

  "Well, let's try it, then," Betsy suggested. "But first you have to fuck me from the back."

  The excited young girl rolled over and went onto her knees. Her slim but cutely rounded ass stuck up, wiggling, a horny invitation to her teenaged boyfriend. She reached beneath herself, spread the lips of her fuck-sloppy pussy, peeling them back till her wet pink cunt glistened alluringly.

  Joey came up behind her on his knees, his prick sticking out eagerly. Betsy reached back to grab his cock, and she pulled him straight to the wet crease of her cunt.

  "Fuck me till I'm dripping!" she panted. "And then we'll see whether or not this cock fits up my asshole?"

  She guided his cock into her pussy, and again she felt the thrilling sense of resistance as her tight cunt wrestled with and then accepted greedily the thrust of Joey's stiffened teen cock.

  His groin bumped hard against her ass and she gasped, and he started to fuck in and out, his hands gripping tightly at her hot sweaty little ass.

  "Oh, Christ, Joey!" she moaned, rolling and swaying to his cock attack, "I love the way you fuck me!"

  CHAPTER TWO

  Amy Gibbs yawned, her mouth gaping. She knew it looked bad, but who the fuck was gonna see her? This was almost the first breakfast she'd ever eaten alone, and certainly the latest breakfast she'd ever eaten.

  "Well, fuck that too!" she said aloud, giggling as she heard the nasty word echo through Aunt Molly's spotless kitchen.

  Aunt Molly was at work in town. Who the fuck knew where cousin Betsy was? Jesus, what did people do for fun out here in the country, anyway? It was going to be a shitty two months, you could bet your fucking ass on that. She was enjoying the freedom to say anything, though. She sure couldn't talk dirty at home. Her patents were okay, but Christ, they took religion so fucking seriously!

  Like, this summer they were in Honduras as missionaries.

  And to top it all off, they'd farmed her out -- literally -- to Aunt Molly, down here at the ass end of nowhere. At least back in Cincinnati she had her friends. Here she didn't know a goddamn soul.

  But she wasn't as cranky as she'd been last night, arriving here late on the bus. A good night's sleep had done wonders for Amy's disposition. She'd slept until noon and she felt almost human again.

  But she was bored already, and it was only the start of her first full day at Aunt Molly's farm. Was it gonna get worse than this? She wished she'd been able to talk her folks into letting her stay at home, by herself. But that was a lost cause. They didn't trust her to take care of herself.

  She didn't fucking know why! She'd never been really bad. How could she, with as tight a rein as they kept on her? Jesus, everybody else had been dating and wearing makeup and radical clothes since the fifth or sixth grade, and Amy was still waiting for her first chance just to kiss a boy. Still, she'd thought maybe this summer would be special, but there was no fucking way that could happen, not with Amy Gibbs stashed away on a farm at the ass-end of Meigs County.

  She picked up the note Aunt Molly had left for her. Her mom was always leaving notes, too. Once she'd found a note pinned to her bra. It must run in tile family.

  Betsy would be working in the vegetable garden, the note said. Amy snickered. Who the fuck would want to work in a vegetable garden?

  "If she's not there," the note went on, "try the pond in the woods. I think she sneaks up there to skinny-dip. She's left a well-beaten path."

  "What the fuck!" Amy said. Maybe she'd go look for Betsy. As far as she knew, Betsy was the only living soul around here, and they night as well get acquainted. Maybe Betsy knew some interesting things to do.

  She walked through the meadow. She was a tall girl, long legged, red hair blowing in the warm breeze. Her freckled skin was a healthy shade of pink; she never got much of a tan, but she didn't mind too much. She wore a sleeveless top, running shorts, and sneakers. The high grass tickled her bare legs, and she could hear birds singing. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad down here on the farm. The air smelled funny without the city's constant haze of auto exhaust fumes. Amy thought she might be starting to like it.

  She didn't see Betsy in the garden, but somehow she hadn't expected to. She hardly knew Betsy. They'd only seen each other a few times. Since they were babies. But she hadn't gotten the impression that Betsy was any kind of fanatic farm girl. Skinny dipping in the woods sounded a lot more like her cousin.

  She climbed the bank into the woods. There was a well-defined path, just as Aunt Molly had said in her note, and she didn't worry about losing her way. She stopped at the top of the rise. Mmmm, she wished she'd gone to the john before leaving the house! It must have been the coffee; she wasn't used to it. Jesus, she had to pee!

  Modestly, Amy looked around, just in case someone was watching. Who, a fucking squirrel? she asked herself, with a giggle. She went around a tree and pulled down her shorts and panties, squatting. She sighed, opening up and letting it flow. She listened to her piss splattering onto the ground.

  There were some tissues in her pocket, so she wiped herself carefully. Ooohh, she thought, rubbing the Kleenex paper across the moist warm slice of her young pussy. Amy closed her eyes and rubbed again, loving the way it made her feel. She'd been jacking off so much lately. Her parents would have fits if they had any idea that her fingers and her pussy were as well acquainted as they really were, but her parents were in the jungle and she wasn't, so how were they supposed to find out?

  And what Amy Gibbs knew, about her fingers and her hot young cunt, would never hurt her, either. Quite the opposite! She dropped the tissues and put her bare fingers on her lightly-fuzzed pussy, caressing the soft mound that protruded between her smooth warm thighs. The flesh beneath the red cunt fuzz was vibrant, almost hot to the touch, but lately her cunt always seemed to be hot to the touch.

  The pussy labes opened at her caress and the tip of her finger eased delicately between them. She sighed as she stroked the delicate, easily aroused flesh within her pussy crack. It was slick and moist, slippery beneath her exploring finger. She stroked around the mouth of her snug little cunthole, slipping just the tip of her finger into the opening with a look of delight crossing her freckled face.

  "Oh, wow," she whispered, "that feels soooo fuckin' good!"

  She turned around, still on her heels, and she rested her back against the trunk of the tree. Her knees lifted and her fingers worked more excitedly on her pussy. She spread the snug tight pussylips until they ached, and she rubbed her fingers up and down the crease of her cunt. She didn't have to look to know that her exposed pussy was a gleaming, glistening coral pi
nk, and that her stiffening clit shone like a raindrop. At home she used to jerk off in front of her mirror, all the time, watching the excitement spread through her face, making her flush and glow. Sometimes she put a hand mirror under her ass and stared down at the sight of her flowerlike pussy as her fingers opened and explored it.

  She worked her hand up and down the crack of her cunt, rubbing until her pussy absolutely groaned with arousal and desire. Amy closed her eyes and pushed the back of her head hard against the tree trunk, while her body shivered and trembled in lust. She sometimes worried that she was getting positively addicted to jerking off.

  She opened her cunt again and began to tickle and tease the stubby button of her clit. It was coming up, big and hard, the way it always did when she got turned on. Her fingers rubbed its edges, but the thing was so sensitive, now that it was erecting, that she could hardly stand to touch it directly. Even the brushing stroke of fingers along the sides of her gleaming pink nubbin was enough to make Amy's skin crawl!

  "Oh, God," she said, sliding her fingers up and down over her heaving cunt, rubbing back at the energetic motion of her hot young pussy.

  She smacked her lips, panting. Her tits felt so big and heavy! She drew her knees backward, up to her chest, pressing them against her quivering tits. Her nipples were sticking out noticeably, even through the double layer of her bra and shirt. She worked her chest from side to side, making her nipples tingle as they stroked back and forth against her bare knees. Her hand clutched at her pussy. It was beginning to drip now; she could feel the oozy sticky moisture seeping out of her cunt crack, making her fingers damp.

  She worked the tip of her middle finger into the tiny, tight mouth of her pussy. Wincing, Amy eased it inside, as far as she could stand to take it. Was this, she wondered, how it would feel when a boy finally stuck his cock inside her? She knew that boys stuck their cocks into girls. But Amy had had no experience at all, and she could hardly imagine the sensation of a male cock touching her where her finger was gingerly penetrating right now. She moaned as the finger eased in a little deeper, and then she had to stop. Her cherry blacked the way, and it was too tight and painful to go any farther.

  She wiggled her finger, inserted in her cuntal tube, and she groaned appreciatively as she felt warm oozing juices flow down her cunt chute and dampen the tip of her finger. She made squishing sounds as she poked delicately round in the tight heat of her young teen pussy. She was rocking on her heels, her pussy jerking fitfully.

  With her other hand, she lifted her top and took hold of a tit. Her fingers squeezed into the soft full mound of tit flesh. Her tits were a little too big for her age and her frame, she was convinced, and she knew that guys looked at her, though she was much too shy to look back.

  Sometimes she fantasized that one of those boys. I just walked up to her and ripped her blouse open and started to sack on her tits...

  She peeled up the soft nylon cup of her bra, exposing the rounded curve of one tit, and the thrusting pink of its hard, hot nipple.

  Leaning down, she kissed herself on the tit, her lips not quite able to reach the nipple, but smacking hard with the desire to touch it. She loved the taste of her flesh. She was sure anyone would love it. But the odds were against her.

  No one would ever touch Amy Gibbs with lust in his heart and fire in his cock.

  If only she'd gotten to stay at home in Cincinnati this summer, while her folks were in Central America. She'd have managed it somehow. At least there were boys in Cincinnati, lots and lots of them. As far as she knew, there wasn't a male under fifty in all of Meigs County. Her fingers stroked more hotly at her pussy, as she imagined a dozen boys from school, mixed them with Tom Cruise and Richard Gere and the fingers toying with her cunt became an impossibly large, unbelievably stiff prick, horny with lust for the sweetness of Amy's untouched pussy.

  She slipped the finger deeper into her cunt, poking almost savagely at her tight, virginal cunt hole, knowing even as she did that it was really no more than a poor substitute, that it couldn't be anywhere near as exciting as the real thing. Here she was in the middle of the woods, fingrrfucking her pussy and wishing she had a boyfriend of her own!

  She pinched viciously at her nipples, moaning as her fingertips yanked and tugged at the pink nipples. They throbbed in response, vibrating between her fingers, the tit tips slippery with sweat. She worked her other hand on her pussy, the index and ring fingers sliding up and down the length of her dripping cunt crack, the middle finger jabbed halfway into her achingly tight cunt hole, and her thumb rubbing fitfully across the base of her clit.

  "Yes, yes! Yes!" she panted. "Oh fucking shit yesss!" and the rapture of orgasm shot through Amy. She gasped and shivered and shook, and her finger made half a dozen jerking thrusts into the tightness of her hot young pussy, and the musky cuntal juices oozed down her pussy tunnel and left her fingers coated.

  She came down slowly, dreamily, her bare ass touching the ground before she even remembered to pull her pants back up. As she did, she stood up, looking around nervously. She'd lost herself altogether in that little session of jerking off. Jesus what if Betsy had come along and seen her? She had to remember that she was a stranger in a strange place.

  "Well, where the fuck is Betsy, anyway?" Amy said aloud. "How deep in the woods is that Goddamn pond?" She smoothed her clothes into place, brushed a cunt-moist hand over her fluffy red hair, and she started down the path, deeper into the forest.

  She had gone perhaps a hundred yards when she heard strange noises coming from ahead. Amy stopped short. Christ, was it a bear? It sounded like fucking growling! But there was also a whining, almost a squealing.

  She stopped, wondering if she should go any farther.

  Her ears perked. It wasn't an animal, she was sure. It was a human sound. She was positive she could discern words. But she couldn't understand what they were. Filled now with curiosity, Amy started forward again, reasonably confident she would not encounter a bear in the woods ahead.

  She walked carefully, trying not to rustle too much of the underbrush, and she came to the top of a bank. She could see down into a hollow, where sunlight cut through the trees and made silver glimmers on the surface of a broad pond. Amy peeked around the trunk of a tree, down the slope, and her eyes bugged out in shock. Not ten feet below her, on a rocky ledge overlooking the pond, she could see a guy and a girl, both naked. They were fucking!

  She had never seen anyone fucking, never even seen a photo of the act, but she had no doubt what was happening below her. The boy was behind the girl. He held her by the ass, and he was ramming himself at her. Every time he thrust, her body jerked forward, and he had to catch her by the ass and shove hard. Amy couldn't see the point of penetration, but her own body shivered and tensed with every frantic movement of the couple below her on the ledge, and she vibrated in resonance with their fucking.

  Quietly, terrified now that she might make a noise and betray her presence, Amy eased to her knees. She held onto the tree for support and she peeked downward, her face flushed with excitement and wonder.

  "Oh, God. Joey, take it out, take it the fuck out!" the girl squealed, and Amy knew what she had at least half-suspected from the first. The girl was her cousin, Betsy.

  She fucks! Amy thought. Betsy actually fucks!

  The boy eased back, his cock sticking out from his crotch. He was young, about the same age as Amy and Betsy, with a smooth, slim body. The only hair below his ears was the patch of dark fur that grew around the base of his cock. He was sorta cute, Amy thought, but she was far too excited, seeing her first erect prick, to pay much attention to anything else.

  Betsy sprawled on her tummy, reaching back to rub her fingers through the crack of her ass. "Oh, God, I didn't think it would hurt that much!" she said. "It felt like you'd shoved a burning stake up my asshole!"

  Amy gasped. She was truly shocked at what she was hearing. She had heard that people sometimes did fuck each other in the ass, but she had never really belie
ved it.

  "I liked it," the boy said. "It was wild, Bets -- even tighter than your pussy, and it just seemed to suck on me, like a mouth without any teeth! I wanted to ram it all the way up you. Jesus, I still do!"

  "Put it in my pussy," Betsy panted, rolling over onto her back. Amy shrugged. Betsy was cute enough, but her build wasn't all that great. Her tits were pretty small, and she was on the skinny side, to be truthful. But her blonde hair was fluffy and sun-kissed, and she had a great tan and fairly nice legs.

  She pulled her pussy lips open as she lay there, and she had her knees up. She looked up at the boy, who was wiping his cock on a handkerchief, and she licked her lips in a really slutty way. Her middle finger slipped into the open gash of her cunt, and she began to work it in and out of herself, thrusting hard and deep. Her body shivered as she masturbated herself, and she was gasping.

  "Ooohhh, Joey-Blowy, c'mon, put it back in my pussy and fuck me!"

  The boy took her by the legs and pulled her back toward him. He moved into her open, spread crotch, his cock thrusting before him as he crawled toward Betsy. From her angle on the bank above them, Amy had a suddenly perfect view of what was happening. She covered her mouth with her hand, to deaden a squeal of shocked delight, as she saw Joey place the tip of his prick firmly against the split pink gash of Betsy's cunt.

  Betsy pulled her hand out of the way and she lifted her legs up into the air. Joey took hold of her calves, bent them farther back, toward Betsy's head, and he thrust with his hips. Amy was fascinated, watching the tip of Joey's cock slide straight into her cousin's twitching pussy. She shivered, and it was almost as if she could feel that cock entering her own hot teen cunt.

  Amy leaned her shoulder against the tree and she shivered, breathing in soft rasping tones. Her temples pounded and her face was flushed with excitement. Her heart throbbed madly, and the nipples of her tits stuck out a mile, punching stiffly at the fabric of her nylon bra and cotton top. She cupped her tits, squeezed them hard, moaning because it hurt, but God, it hurt so good!