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My Honey Cousin: Part 2
My
Honey Cousin: Part 2.
Darren's Morning Shag.
Based on a post by Guzzler
21. Listen to the Podcast at My
First Time.
All was dark. Darren felt his mouth was dry, he was waking up in a
warm and sweaty cave.
It took some seconds before his brain caught up to his senses.
Last night's happenings slowly dawned on him. Apart from the
darkness and the sweaty warm body he was pressed up against, his face
was also feeling itself surrounded by Amy’s tangled hair. His
body was slowly doing sensory checks and sending them back to his
brain.
As he slowly started sensing his own body, pressed tightly against
his cousin’s back he quickly became aware of other things
pressing against him.
If he had blacked out, fainted, or just fallen asleep from
exhaustion; was unclear. But that his cock was still impaled and
bound tight into Cousin Amy, from behind; was now very clear.
He felt himself only semi-hard. But the realization of having
spent the whole night with his cock inside of the sweet, sexy cousin,
got his blood rushing; and his meat twitching.
Darren didn’t dare to move a muscle, apart from his cock
muscles; but they were pulsing on their own accord.
He could feel his cousin breathing slowly and calmly. She must
still be asleep.
Although he was still covered by her blankets and still wedged
between the wall and his cousin, he could hear faint bird chirps from
outside. He used his fingers to carefully peek out from under the
blanket and could see that Amy’s bedroom was growing lighter
from the morning twilight.
All was still. Darren dared to pull the covering blanket away a
little more and lift his head to look out. To his fright he saw aunt
Lily there, still lying in the bed. Her large, luscious tits were
exposed and Amy was still latched on to the closest of them.
Amy was humming softly, and slowly suckling in her sleep. Every
few seconds, she sucked at the nipple hidden in her wide open mouth.
Only the very outer rim of aunt’s areola could be observed,
outside of Amy’s wet lips.
It was an extremely sensual sight. Darren’s cock was quickly
turning into a raging boner. As it grew in length, it pressed deeper
and deeper into Amy, who started to stir in her sleep. Her body was
surely taking notice of the increasing impalement of her most secret,
wet cave.
As she stirred some, the suckling of her mother’s tits
increased, in pace and force; so Darren snuck his head back under the
covers and prayed to any gods out there, that he wouldn’t be
detected when his aunt finally woke up.
It had been hot under the blankets when he woke up, but now the
heat was building even more under the covers where he was deeply
embedded in his cousin Amy. His face was full of her wild, sandy
blonde hair. It smelled like sex. Memory flashes from last night were
coming back to him. Although their bodies weren’t moving,
Darren could feel the pressure inside of his balls was building up.
All his turgid cock now wanted to do, was to start moving; in and out
of that glorious wet crevice, which it had spent the night in. He
could easily feel that there would be no friction whatsoever.
Amy’s cunt had acclimated to his cock during the night and
she was filled with fluids. Both her own and his. It would be a dream
to just pull out a little and slowly push himself back in.
He fought the urge for a long time. There was no room whatsoever
for him to pull back. The wall was pressed tightly against his back
and ass, so instead he carefully moved a hand down to Amy’s
nicely rounded ass and ever so slowly tried to push it away from
himself.
Half an inch; one inch; one and a half;
Amy moved! Her body started the process of waking up. His pushing
of her hips forward, had woken her enough to move. She instinctively
pushed her ass back to where it had first been, and Darren's cock
sunk back deep into her slippery, steaming hole.
He now heard aunt Lily mumble, in her own fleeting sleep. Darren
felt the tidal wave course through his thighs and up towards his rock
hard phallus. He came, hard!
He didn’t dare to move at all. Darren even held his breath
and strangled a scream of lust, deep in his lungs.
The only thing that moved was his pulsating cock, sending stream
after stream, deep into the waking Amy impaled on his cock! Before
Amy was even aware of it herself, her pussy contracted and opened in
unison with Darren's cock pumping into her. Her womb was effectively
milking his cock, trying to absorb every little ounce of semen
shooting out from its swollen crown!
Through his silent climax, Darren could feel Amy’s hand, in
panic, probing for what was behind her! He felt her hand finally land
on his hip, so close to where their young bodies were connected; and
had been through all of the night.
As Amy became clearly awake, Darren could feel her cunt,
tightening around his rocket. As if to push him out. But he was stuck
in, deep; and the wall behind him kept his cock deep inside of his
wet cousin!
He now heard aunt Lily waking up. At first, sleepy murmurs, then a
shocked gasp!
Probably as a kind of distraction, he heard Amy start to loudly
suckle on her mothers tit!
“Oh; I’m sorry honey! I must’ve fallen asleep!”
she whispered in a rather hoarse voice.
Amy just moaned and kept on suckling.
Darren could only lay there under the covers, listening and
imagining the images of Amy’s cute lips holding on to aunt
Lily’s large, heavy tit.
The bed jostled as aunt Lily stood up from it. Amy’s lips
let go of her tit with a wet ‘plopp’ and Darrens, still
pulsating, cock bounced ever so slightly in and out of his cousin's
warm entrance! He bit his lip and worked hard to not let any sound
slip from his lips.
Amy on the other hand, let out a weary gasp as their sexes bounced
into each other. But Lily was probably too newly awakened to notice
anything strange.
“I’ll just go and freshen up. Then I’ll check on
Darren and make breakfast for you” she whispered and gave Amy
what sounded like a kiss on the cheek before her footsteps could be
heard on the rug as she left Amy’s bedroom.
Amy pushed her behind hard against Darren's hips, sinking his
leaking boner in even deeper!
She buried her head in her pillow and let out a muffled groan!
“Damn; have you been in me all night?” she then
whispered in a baffled tone, still seeming to wake up from the
deepest of sleeps.
“I’m sorry;” was all that Darren could reply in
a meek tone.
Amy suddenly became very still. Darren could feel her entrance
gripping and relaxing a few times; it felt excruciatingly erotic, but
he himself didn’t dare to move at all.
“Are you still coming into me right now; ?” she asked
slowly, her body trying to feel all of his staff stuck inside of her.
“I couldn’t help it; it came by itself;” was the
weak excuse he could muster.
Amy turned her head to him, she was smiling. She rocked her hips a
little, her hole squeezing along his cock.
“This is so hot;” she whispered and her tongue
involuntarily licked her lips.
Then she sprung into action!
Morning Dash.
“Quick! Mom is going to come and check on you! You have to
get back to your room; NOW!” she hissed, panic in her voice.
She moved forward from him, his still hard cock slipping out of its
wet, nightly folds!
He heard the faucet from the bathroom. Aunt Lily was in there. He
didn’t have much time.
He didn’t even have time to be embarrassed about Amy seeing
his glistening hard-on, flailing about as he scurried out of bed. The
back of his mind did manage to take a sneak peek at her gorgeous
boobs as the blanket was tossed aside.
But no time for any prolonged stares. Without a word, and as
silent as a mouse he snuck out into the hallway, past the bathroom
door, from where he could still hear the faucet running; and into his
own room.
With a move that would’ve made any ninja envious he flung
himself into his untouched bed and under the covers just as he heard
the faucet turn off and the bathroom door out in the hallway open.
Darren was laying flat on his back in the most unnatural sleeping
position to be imagined, and just the split second between the soft
knock on his door, and his aunt opening it and coming in, he realized
that his hard-on would be making a tent out of the covers.
Too late now! He already heard his aunt's footsteps on the floor,
entering his room.
With closed eyes he again prayed to any gods, that his boner was
not too visible in the morning dawn, flowing through the curtains in
the room.
Aunt Lily’s footsteps paused for a moment then he felt her
sitting down softly on his bedside, her curvy hip pressing up against
his own. He could feel the blanket pulling at its tent pole.
She leaned in on him as he lay there, pretending to be fast
asleep. He could feel her heavy tit softly land on his chest and her
erect nipple was easily noticeable through the bedsheet over his
chest.
“Darren? It’s time to wake up” she whispered in
the softest of motherly voices. Darren could feel her breath on his
cheek, she was that close. She smelled of mint.
It also dawned on him that the nipple now pressing against his
chest was the one that Amy had been sucking on all through the night.
This made his boner twitch. Hopefully aunt Lily wouldn’t see
that from her position of leaning in over his face.
Linton slowly opened one eye, playing groggy and sleepy. He saw
Lily’s lovely brown eyes meeting his as she leaned in to kiss
him on the forehead.
Her lips were warm and soft. She held them to his forehead long
enough for him to feel it thoroughly. His cock twitched again under
the covers but he made sure to move his knee up and hopefully that
would disguise his manly tent pole under the blanket.
Aunt Lily sat up again, her firm tit leaving Darren's chest and
gave him a loving look.
“Come down for some breakfast when you’re ready;”
and then she left. Darren couldn’t help but to watch her hips
rolling under that flimsy robe she had on.
As soon as the door closed, he wished that she had stayed longer.
He took his time before coming downstairs. First he had to wait
for his boner to soften. He thought about stroking one out, amazed
that it was still hard after coming both last night and also this
morning. But, again, this room gave him nowhere to hide tissue paper.
So if he was to jerk off, it would have to be in the bathroom.
He listened to Amy, up and washing in the bathroom. Then, when he
was sure both his aunt and cousin were downstairs, he dared to sneak
out to the bathroom, himself.
His cock had now gone back to normal size. He was actually
surprised to see it looking quite normal, after all it had been put
through. But he washed it off quickly, under cold water and then
changed to go downstairs where he could hear Amy and aunt Lily
chatting in the kitchen.
He had chosen his baggy, grey sweatpants and a worn out tee-shirt
with some soft drink logo on it. He was suspecting that he might get
hard again during the day, and the sweatpants were thick enough to
hopefully hide any such stiffness from sight.
Breakfast Protein Drinks.
Down in the kitchen, the girls were in full swing, having
breakfast. Amy sat at the table, munching on an egg sandwich and aunt
Lily was busy by the sink. It was when Aunt Lily swung around to
greet him that he was happy about his plan, wearing the sweatpants.
Aunt Lily was wearing a thin white shirt dress. The long kind that
looked like a common blouse, but went all the way down to her knees.
It had buttons down to her front, but the top four buttons were left
open, so her full tits swung enticingly under the thin fabric and the
shirt opening showed almost the whole length of her cleavage. Her
nipples were plainly visible, poking at the textile; and the darker
areola around them could be distinguished through the thin white
cotton.
“Good morning handsome!” she said and Darren got
embarrassed immediately! Partly because he couldn’t think of a
single word to give back as a greeting; and partly because he felt
how his stare and widening eyes must’ve been noticed by both
Amy and Lily.
Darren just mumbled and averted his eyes.
Aunt Lily, of course, didn’t let him get off that easily.
She hurled herself towards him and embraced him in a warm full body
hug!
It was pure bliss to be hugged by aunt Lily. At 6 foot 2, she was
nearly 8 inches taller than him, and getting her boobs pressed
against one’s face and her thighs pressed against his groin was
unbearably arousing! He couldn't help but to close his eyes and revel
in the feeling of being held to her bosom. His arm even caught one of
her stiff nipples as he hugged her back.
But when he opened his eyes they met Amy's, who was sitting at the
table with a wide grin.
He disengaged and felt his cheeks redden. He quickly sat himself
down at the table, across from Amy who hadn’t left his gaze for
a moment.
It felt like she very well knew that his cock must’ve
stiffened from that embrace.
Or, he was just imagining things.
Aunt Lily served up some sandwiches and juice for him. Only now,
did Darren discovered how hungry he was! He stuffed his face and
asked for more, always making sure to catch a glimpse of his aunt’s
cleavage every time she turned around.
Darren and Amy ate in silence, the radio playing in the
background. Amy was all the time trying to catch Darren's eye. He had
to work hard to not let her lock on. Darren was afraid that he’d
blush, or stutter, or something else awkward; if he let her focus her
eyes into his.
It was clear she had mischievous thoughts.
Images of how he’d been embedded deep into her wet folds,
kept creeping up to the front of his mind. He was glad there was a
kitchen table to hide his bulge under, now.
Aunt Lily stood herself beside Amy across the table from Darren,
“Amy, dear, your hair is a mess, darling. Let me sort that out
for you” she said and started untangling Amy’s wild and
unruly strands.
As Darren looked up from the remains of his fourth sandwich, Amy
caught his eye. She had a broad smile on her lips and slowly raised
her hand towards her mothers tit.
Darren wanted to look away, but couldn’t. He was hypnotized.
Aunt Lily's tits jiggled and swayed, as she was pulling and shifting
Amy’s hair, trying to get a braid started.
Her large tits were just in face height of Amy as she was sat by
the table. The big pokey nipples twice slid across Amy's nose.
Very deliberately Amy took hold of Lily’s shirt cleavage and
almost too slowly pulled it to the side, revealing her mother’s
stiff nipple and dark areola. All the time her eyes held fast into
Darren's glare at what was unfolding in front of him.
“Ahmee, noht nuw..” Lily said, her mouth full of Amy’s
hair, she was trying to organize.
Lily had to let go of one of the chunks of hair to pull back the
shirt, and cover her tit again.
Amy was still keeping her eyes on Darren as she again, slowly let
her hand come up to Lily’s jiggling boob.
Once again, Darren got to see his aunt's full tit and succulent
nipple bounce out from its cleavage.
Lily spat out the hairs she had between her lips and sounded a bit
annoyed.
“Please love! Not now!” Lily pulled her shirt back
over her enticing mound of boob flesh.
“But mom; I want some;” Amy pleaded, still not taking
her eyes off Listson's.
“Please, Darren doesn't want to see this;” Lily
sighed; but this time she let her tits stay exposed. Swaying just
right by her daughter’s cute face.
“You don’t mind, do you Darren?” Amy said in a
beckoning, sad tone whilst she squeezed at her mother’s tit,
pushing the nipple closer to her mouth.
“Uhm.. no. No! I don’t.. ehm, mind..” Darren
croaked, trying to sound blasé
.
Amy let go of Darren's eyes and turned her face to the huge tit
just beside her face.
She closed her eyes and planted her mouth lewdly over aunt Lily’s
prominent nipple.
Lily let out a small gasp, but quickly found herself and continued
doing Amy’s hair.
Darren was in awe. He found it impossible to look away!
Amy had her lips around almost all of Lily’s areola, her
fingers squeezing at the massive flesh around it. She looked like
she’d never tasted anything as good as this, ever!
Still focused on braiding Amy’s hair, Lily explained, “You
know Darren, I’ve always given Amy of my milk. Most mothers
stop early, but I never did. It's nourishing, and she’s almost
never been sick in her life.”
Amy turned her face to Darren, still holding Lily’s tit
against her mouth, “And itsch schoo good;” she said with
her mouth half full of white milk. A trickle of the milk streamed
down her chin as she spoke. Amy quickly let her lips surround Lily’s
nipple again and continued sucking, eyes closed.
Darren was just sitting and nodding as a dumbfounded response to
Lily’s explanation.
He couldn’t think of having seen anything more sensual than
this scene, that was now playing out in front of him.
Even though time stood still, Lily somehow finished with Amy’s
hair. She had made two braids on her. Each one on the top sides of
her head. Like two pigtails, but in braid form.
Amy looked so incredibly cute, and aunt Lily was now just
caressing the back of her head as she kept on nursing from her.
Darren wasn’t sure what to do. Inside of his sweatpants he
had a hard-on so stiff, it it mimicked a mast of a British man o'
war. He had already finished his sandwiches, and was just sipping
slowly at his orange juice; wanting it never to end. He was afraid to
break up this spectacular scene with any sudden moves.
To his sorrow, but also relief, Amy finally let go of Lily’s
tit and licked her lips. Aunt Lily's engorged nipple looked as big as
a whole thumb!
Amy smiled at Darren, and her eyes gave him the kind of look
siblings give each other, when the other one didn’t get as nice
of a christmas present as the first.
Lily bent down and gave Amy a kiss on the lips before she pulled
her shirt over her tit again, indicating that this moment was over.
Tree House Tryst.
“So, what are you guys gonna do today?” Lily asked, as
she took some plates from the table over to the sink.
Amy was looking intently as Darren; with that ever alluring smile
of hers.
“Maybe we’ll go and check out the old tree house”
Amy said, still staring Darren in the eye.
“Oh, that’s nice. You haven’t been up there in
forever;” Lily replied, whilst pouring dishwater over the
plates, a wet stain could be seen darkening the fabric over her
nipple, which Amy had just been sucking on.
“Come on Darren!” Amy grabbed his hand and yanked him
with her. At 5 foot 10; She was bigger and heavier than him. Her
curves gave her the weight and strength advantage over his own
slender body, and he had no say in the matter.
He trotted after her like a rag doll.
Darren hadn’t noticed earlier, but Amy had a very short
polka dotted skirt on. As she was running in front of him now, to the
old tree house out back; he glimpsed her ass cheeks now and then, as
her skirt flapped up and down.
Either she was wearing minimal string panties, or nothing at all,
underneath.
Up top; she had a tight, yellow tee-shirt, that did nothing to
disguise her lovely bra-less tits.
At the base of the old oak, in which the tree house was set,
Darren got the answer to what Amy was wearing underneath; or rather,
what she was not wearing.
She climbed up before him, and he got a full view of her nakedness
under that little skirt.
His cock had been hard since the breakfast table and was not
feeling like softening any time soon.
He was only a little worried about climbing, and had to tear his
gaze away from Amy’s nude pussy, to check that he wouldn't snag
his boner on the old wooden planks that were nailed to the tree as a
kind of ladder.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been up in
that tree house. It must’ve been many years ago.
Then, he and Amy would pretend they were in a crows nest on a
pirate ship, looking for land or fighting off other pirates, trying
to get at them.
Although the nails in the planks were much more rusty than he
remembered, it was still a sturdy build. The walls were made out of
all kinds of planks from some barn house nearby, there was a square
hole in the floor of it that you climbed up through from the
plank-ladder nailed to the tree trunk.
The excitement he remembered when climbing up to this tree house,
was just as prominent now as then, but for totally different reasons.
As he got close to the entrance in the tree house floor he looked
up again and saw Amy’s strong, naked legs slip through the hole
and to the side.
Darren had no idea of what would happen up there, but he knew it
would be exciting!
It was secluded and high up. It would only be the two of them.
He kind of regretted that he had chosen to wear his boxer briefs
under his sweat pants now.
Amy had clearly planned ahead and chosen ‘easy access’,
instead. But, she didn’t have a raging boner to hide away.
Girls have it so easy. They can easily get away with being horny in
front of others and no one would know, unless you got to feel them
between their legs.
Darren's mind was racing! Visions of his naked cousin on the bed
last night, floated past his mind's eye as he finally managed to
crawl up and into the tree house.
Amy sat in the corner of the small space, leaning against the
wooden boards serving as a wall behind her.
She had her knees up and legs slightly parted, but was holding her
skirt down over her crotch so her nakedness under there couldn’t
be seen.
She had her mischievous smile on again. Since there was a plank
roof on top of the tree house, she was a bit shadowed, which made her
blue eyes look gleaming.
“We haven’t been up here in a long time;” Amy
said.
“Yeah, I can’t remember the last time even”
Darren lied.
“You were very good with your tongue last night;” It
was subtle, but Darren noticed how the hand she was pressing down her
skirt with was also slowly moving around, pressing against her
crotch.
Both the sight of her hand and the words, got him stumped again,
“Ehm.”
“I know we’ve just had breakfast, and I didn’t
bring any honey; but; maybe you’d like to taste me without?”
Amy said and almost looked a bit shy for once.
This was really not Darren’s area of expertise, and he had
no plan or tactic. But his libido answered for him, “Of
course!”
Whatever he did last night seemed to work, so he was confident
that he could make it work again.
His luscious cousin was sitting on an old, ragged seat cushion,
which she scooted herself forward on, towards Darren who was kneeling
in front of her.
As she slid forward she let go of her skirt and let her knees
shift apart more.
It was an incredible sight! Last night he’d not really been
able to get a good look. Amy’s bedroom had been dim. Only her
bed lamp had been shining softly.
And to be honest, Darren had been way too aroused, shocked and
excited to imbibe any details his eyes might have had a chance to
see.
But now;
Although the planks shaded her a bit, it was daylight. She was
right in front of him. It was right in front of him. It was strange
and immensely erotic at the same time.
“I’ve shaven it bare;” Amy said softly, as if to
get his approval.
Being a guy in his late teens, his reference of understanding was
of course always infused with a lot of those kinds of ‘sex ads
in the back of trashy news stand publications.
But here he was; right in front of a real pussy.
Her pussy was like a small swollen mound, with a thin slit going
down the middle of it. Her slit was clearly wet and between her outer
pussy lips, a hint of more folds could be seen. Her wetness showed,
even on the sides of her slit. It was all the same cute pinkish skin
color as the beautiful, smooth thighs framing it in.
After the first amazement had been overcome, Darren’s eyes
desperately searched for her clitoris. He didn’t know much
about women, but this he knew! And since he was momentarily going to
put his mouth and tongue into that alluring crevice, he really wanted
to find her most sensitive spot. He got a bit nervous when he
couldn’t easily spot it.
On erotic stories he’d read, there was always a little bulb
at the top of the slit, but Amy had none.
Maybe the claims weren’t all that realistic, after all.
He caught himself staring too intently, and when he looked up at
Amy he could see that she was nervous too. She was biting her lower
lip in anticipation. Her eyes’ looked bigger and were begging
for appreciation.
Darren made himself brave and leaned in on his elbows. Had he not
been totally preoccupied by his own horniness, he would have
understood that this was an extremely uncomfortable position for him.
But that was nothing that his body was able to convince his mind
of, right now.
As he lowered his head, towards her lusty cunt lips ;Amy saw that
he wouldn’t really reach all the way down while still sitting
crouched on his knees. So, instead she shifted, folding her legs in
under her and also now kneeling wide on the bench, making her pussy
come up a bit higher towards his face.
Darren was transfixed watching her little pussy writhe as she
moved. Her pussy lips sliding against each other and some more
wetness being pressed out of the soaking, pink slit between them.
As she settled, his mouth was now just lined up with her cunt. He
could feel the warmth of it radiating on his lips. He felt himself
breathing heavily;
Tentatively his tongue probed, he felt her fresh womanly taste in
all of his body, even though only the tip of his tongue had touched
her skin.
Amy inhaled sharply, which gave Darren new courage. Again he let
his tongue touch her. More of it this time. He could feel her thighs
stiffen up.
Darren quickly learned what effect his tongue had on Amy. He
licked her; in longer and longer strokes, very much enjoying the
effect it had on his horny cousin.
She tasted heavenly! He had no idea of how a woman should taste,
but he was sure he liked the taste of Amy’s wet pussy! Somehow
it tasted fresh, even though it was so warm!
Darren soon got into a rhythm, lapping at Amy like a dog in heat.
Longer and longer licks.
As his confidence grew, he started mixing it up a little.
Sometimes, long and fast strokes with his tongue, sometimes short and
slow. As his own arousal grew, he pressed his tongue deeper and
deeper into her folds. His nose and chin, were now also part of the
connection to her slippery, smooth skin.
Amy’s lower body was now trembling, and no coherent sounds
were coming from her. Her inner thighs sometimes spasmed and pressed
against his ears, only to again spread out wide, letting his mouth
and tongue come deeper into her slit.
Now and then his tongue would find, what he assumed, to be Amy's
clit. Somewhere at the top of her slit was an illusive little part of
stiffer flesh that really sent her off, whenever his tongue would
pass over it.
But just as he thought he knew where it was, his tongue failed to
thrash at it again.
But Amy seemed to love it, no matter where he was licking at, so
Darren just continued to explore her as much as he could.
“Amy? Are you up there?”
The sound of aunt Lily’s voice from below the tree house
rang out like a bell whistle in a library!
Amy’s body froze and went still as night! Darren still had
his face pressed in between her legs and stopped in mid-lick. His
tongue still in-bedded in her folds:
“Yeah?” Amy croaked with the voice of someone who’s
not used her voice for speaking in a long time.
“Are you alright? Is Darren up there with you?”
Darren felt that the very tip of his tongue was placed tight at
the entrance of Amy’s twitching hole in there. Her fluids
pooling on his tongue.
Amy grabbed the hair on the back of Darren's head.
“I’m fine. Darren went to the pond;” she said.
Her voice was still a bit shaky and flustered.
Darren let the tip of his tongue make its way in through Amy’s,
now twitching, hole.
“Should I come up?” Lily asked with the worried tone
of a mother who wants to investigate.
“No!” Amy answered and then hissed a whispering ‘no’
also to Darren.
“I can’t talk to you when you’re hiding;”
Lily complained from down there at the bottom of the tree.
Amy had a firm grip of Darren’s head and pressed it tight
against her pussy as she rose up on her knees, forcing his head to
follow along. To keep his balance, and not get his hair torn off,
Darren grabbed Amy’s thighs and let himself fall backwards as
she moved forward on her knees.
With his mouth still connected to her sopping pussy, and his head
pressed hard between her legs, Amy moved forward to where the wall
had a sawed up opening, like a window and poked her head out.
She let go of Darren's hair, but he did not let go of her thighs
and kept his face planted on her wet sex.
“Ah, there you are;” Lily said with true relief.
Darren started licking again;
“What do you, ugh; want mom?”
Amy tried to sound normal, but when Darren's eager tongue teased
the right spots she didn’t seem to be able to control her voice
in full.
Darren of course didn’t want to be found out by his shapely
aunt, but he had never seen her climb up to the tree house and felt
quite confident that she wouldn’t come up. Also, Amy had
already said he wasn’t up there, so; he felt well hidden.
But seeing how much effect his tongue had on Amy made him feel
powerful. She was the older of them and had always been the dominant
one. Now she was at his mercy for once.
Darren was intensely aroused at the situation she was in now. Him
eating her out whilst she had to play it cool in front of her mother.
He got back to his rhythm of licking and even added some sucking
here and there. He would get as much of her swollen pussy in his
mouth as possible and suck it into his mouth, while his tongue
flicked at wherever that clit was hiding at the moment.
“Well; I was wondering; “ aunt Lily was in no rush.
Amy was breathing heavily and whimpering softly. There was no way
Lily could hear her, but Darren did!
“Do you think Darren was weirded out by; you drinking from
me this morning?”
“No mom. You know how guys are. He probably loved to see
your boob;” Amy went up an octave in both sound and frequency
on that last word. Darren had made another lunge upward with his
tongue. Again trying to press it as far up into her as humanly
possible. He felt her wetness now running down his cheeks. Her hips
and thighs were quivering.
“I know, but;”
Darren had found his pace now. His tongue pressing into Amy’s
tight pussy hole, sliding back out and pressing in again. He was
actually tongue fucking her. A faint sloshing sound could be heard by
anyone inside of the tree house.
“He’s not used to stuff like that;” Lily
continued, “I think I’ll talk to him about it. Maybe
explain it better.”
“Uh umm.” Amy nodded down the hole, but her eyes were
closed and her lips were hanging open. She felt herself building up
to something now. Darren’s relentless tongue, forming a
spearhead and penetrating her over and over again, his hands tightly
gripping around her thighs. She felt his chin pressing against her
ass hole.
It was too much!
Amy climaxed violently. Well, her face and arms were perched on
the sawed out window, she kept them quiet still. She gritted her
teeth and her eyes were pressed shut from the energy it took to not
let it show to Lily and at the same time having her body throw her
into the best orgasm she’d ever had!
A gush of hot fluids sprayed Darren’s mouth as Amy’s
hole tightened around his intruding tongue! Her lower body shuddered
and Darren pulled his face away from her pussy in pure surprise!
Another gush splashed against his face and still open mouth!
Darren’s grip of her thighs loosened and his head fell back
against the wooden floor!
With the third out-pour from Amy’s cunt, she couldn’t
help but to let out a licentious groan from between her clenched
teeth.
Darren just laid there, drenched a third time. His eyes blinking
in amazement at what he had managed to do to his sexy cousin!
She had actually squirted! He had made her cum so hard that she
squirted!
This was something he’d only ever heard about in exaggerated
porn stories. Darren’s thought was, that squirting is something
that only happens to a handful of women, ever. And even then, it just
happens when the full moon coincides with a leap year!
Now he was an actual part of that odd fantasy! He felt like the
star of an Asian porn flick. He felt so exceptionally proud!
He made Amy come to that highest degree!
“Hey! Are you listening? Amy!” Lily’s voice was
only a background disturbance in the world Darren was now in. He was
lying on the hard wooden floor with Amy above his face. She was
raised up on her knees and he had a clear view right up her dotted
skirt. Her pussy literally dripping. The taste and smell of her all
over his face. He felt her juices still trickling down his cheeks and
onto his neck. He saw her pussy contracting and relaxing at a fast
pace and her wet thighs twitch in unison. With very contraction her
nethers made a stream of more fluids roll down along the inside of
her thigh!
Damn! Amy was still coming! Darren was so hypnotized that he
didn’t even think about his own throbbing meat.
“Sorry; what were you saying mom?”
Aunt Lily started again, with the annoyed tone of someone who has
to repeat themselves,
“I said; there is an old matinee showing soon on the tv. The
old musical, State Fair; will be on in about 30 minutes. Maybe you
can find Darren and I’ll make you some milkshakes?” It
was now not a question; as it might have been the first time around.
“Oh, that; that sounds great, mom;” Amy replied with
the tone of someone who had just slept after a marathon.
“Okay, then. See you inside.” Lily left back towards
the house.
Amy’s thighs had now relaxed, but her pussy was still making
involuntary movements up there, over Darren's drenched and astounded
face.
As her mother left, Amy leaned back in from the tree house
entrance. She slowly sat herself down on Darren’s chest. He
felt his shirt getting thoroughly soaked as she let her weight press
her ravished pussy lips onto him.
As she looked down on him she gave him a tired smile. Her eyes
only half open.
“God damn; cuz! That was; that was amazing!”
Amy wiped a strand of his wet hair from his forehead. Darren now
felt a bit awkward.
The earlier feeling of being in control, and a true sex god;
drained away from him as he was now held down by Amy sitting on his
chest. Looking down, her skirt was crunched up around her waist and
he could see the top of her slit against his tee-shirt, her wet
thighs down his sides and her body towering over him. Her nipples
were threatening to poke holes in her thin tee.
“Sorry if I made you squirt.” Darren tried. He wasn’t,
of course. But it felt better to be humble and get praise instead of
the opposite. Also, he was again the younger of the two; and Amy was
the one who seemed to be in charge.
“Oh. no, no, no; don’t be! That was the best; ever. I
didn’t even know I was a squirter; Until now.”
She sat there, on him, and steadied her breathing for a while
before she spoke again.
“Mom said the musical, State Fair, will be on TV. We should
see; ”
Darren had just been reveling at the feeling of Amy’s wet
snatch, pressing down on his chest and nodded. He would’ve
agreed to anything Amy had said, anyway.
Amy climbed off of him and started straightening out her clothes.
Darren sat up and could now feel really how wet she’d made him.
His tee-shirt was clinging to him. The whole front of it was soaked
and he felt a trickle of Amy’s juices down his neck as he rose
to a sitting position.
Amy laughed, “Look at you! We really need to dry you off.”
After Amy had peeked out, making sure that Lily wouldn’t
happen to see them, they climbed down from the tree house and made
their way over to the barn.
The excited rush there, made it feel almost like the times they’d
snuck around when they were little, and hiding from aunt Lily.
Barn Tryst.
The barn was pretty big, but now only housed a few chickens and
two cows. This time of day, all the animals were out and about,
somewhere on the lands, so it was quiet.
Amy helped Darren to wrangle his wet shirt off and wiped him down
with a towel she’d found on a hook.
“Man, I came a lot;” she said, with a hint of pride as
she demonstratively rung out his shirt between her hands.
Some drops actually came out of it, flowing over her knuckles.
“Do I taste good?” she asked, as she licked the upper
part of her hand with a sexy grin?
“Very;” Darren nodded, and felt his cheeks blush.
It felt like a dream he'd just had, and now that they were out in
the daylight, it felt like it might have just been a fantasy. Now he
felt a bit out of place. He was standing there, shirtless, with a
hard on, in his pants as his super hot cousin was licking her own
juices off her hand, and asking him what she tastes like!
'You couldn’t even write stuff like this,' he thought to
himself. But that thought also took away from the fact, of what he’d
just experienced. How could this ever be true?! And what now?
He didn’t have to wonder for long, about that last thought;
as Amy grabbed his crotch.
There was no hiding that he was hard. Hard as hell.
“Poor you! You didn’t get anything from me;” Amy
said, with puppy dog eyes and playful sorrow, “Well. Maybe now
I can get to see what you taste like?”
Darren’s head was spinning! In reality, he knew exactly what
she meant and insinuated. But this was far beyond his wildest dreams!
Having his luscious, sweet Amy suck him off?!
That would be so;
“It’s starting!” Lily’s shout broke his
soaring thought!
The Matinee Movie.
Aunt Lily was standing on the porch calling out to them, that the
movie was starting.
Amy made a sad face, but then smiled and rushed down to the house.
Darren made a much slower walk, trying to walk in a way so that
his hard-on wouldn’t show. Having his hands in his pockets
helped. Of course, his 'crotch rocket' was very sensitive to the
touch, and it did not let him relax.
While he was still a bit away from the farm house, he saw Amy hug
aunt Lily, as they went into the house.
Darren realized he was still bare-chested and as he came to the
open door, he heard that aunt Lily was in the kitchen.
So he made a dash upstairs, and changed into a dry tee-shirt,
before making his way down to the living room from where he could
hear the movie playing.
It was an old classic. He and Amy had watched it nearly 10 years
ago.
Amy was on the sofa under the huge quilt that was usually draped
over it. She gave Darren a sly smile and beckoned him to join her
under the quilt.
Darren sat down on her left, close to the sofa's armrest. Amy
scooted herself close to him and put the quilt over them both, so
only their heads were uncovered. Amy slouched low, and had her feet
up, on the ottoman
Feeling her curvy body pressing into his side was very cozy, and
Darren had trouble focusing on the film. He had, of course; seen this
movie a million times, so it was much more enjoyable to relish in the
feeling of Amy’s body so close beside him. The classic movie
did little to distract his arousal, Even the lead actress, Vivian
Blaine, looked very much like cousin Amy, if Amy's hair wasn't in
braids.
Darren held his breath, gathered some courage, and caressed her
arm under the quilt.
Amy identified with the young Emily Edwards in the movie. A
debutante, Emily desires the affections of the strapping young man
who comes to town. But Cousin Amy is bolder and more daring than the
heroine of the musical. Spurred on by Darren's compliance, she let
out a soft sigh, while still watching the TV.
This felt so good. Like if they were boyfriend and girlfriend,
cuddling up to a movie together.
It was really quite romantic.
The romance quickly changed to sensuality, as Amy took hold of his
hand and forcefully steered it over to her tit.
It was an awkward angle for his hand when Amy pressed his palm
over her luscious boob.
But Darren was not about to complain. She slowly rubbed his hand
against her tit. Darren could feel her hardened nipple through the
fabric of her tee-shirt.
She still had her gaze fixed on the television, like nothing
special was happening under their blanket.
This was so much better than the film. Amy would taunt the movie's
heroine for her lack of courage and assertiveness to initiate a
heated interlude.
Then Darren felt her moving his hand downward, over her belly. He
tried to breathe normally, but all of his insides were quivering with
sex-infused joy!
Just as he had hoped, in silence, she led his palm down to between
her legs. She had already flipped up her skirt beforehand so Darren
could feel the smooth, shaven skin of her mound slowly pass under his
palm. His fingers reached her slit and there she planted his hand
firmly.
Not that Darren wanted to pull it away, but if he had wanted to,
he was not sure he would’ve been able to. Amy was pretty
strong, actually.
His middle finger was placed right over Amy’s slit. He felt
the wetness in there, as she pressed his finger in between her
slippery labia.
They were both using all their energy to breathe calmly, but
Darren could feel the tenseness of her body. She dragged his hand
slowly up and down along her soaked cunt, and Darren let her guide
him. He could hear her almost silent, sudden inhalations, when his
finger hit ‘the spot’.
Her thighs stiffened under the quilt and around his hand.
It was heavenly to feel her most secret place, all while the old
familiar movie played in the background.
Not that Darren needed any more excitement, but it came anyway;
when he felt Amy’s left hand make its way over his hip and down
to the hem of his sweatpants!
He felt her fingers tugging at the knot on them. The back of her
hand brushed against his rock hard cock tenting his pants below.
Darren felt his nostrils flaring and he could hear his own heartbeat
inside of his ears!
With his free left hand under the quilt, he helped Amy loosen the
knot and her hand soon slid in under his sweatpants. A short sting as
her fingernail was the first to find his hard cock, but that quickly
shifted to the very exciting feeling of her fingertips slowly
exploring him around the base of his erection.
Darren was now no longer breathing calmly anymore. Having his hand
over Amy’s pussy mound with one finger deeply embedded between
her folds, and her nimble fingers now slowly caressing his rock hard
cock was sending erotic chills all through his spine.
Above the big quilt, both of them were still ‘just’
looking at the tv-screen.
As Darren snuck a glance, he was impressed at how Amy was keeping
such a straight face.
Wasn’t she also enjoying this? But every once in a while he
could see the tiniest of her face muscles twitch a little as his
finger slowly pressed and slipped around in her slit.
He tried to mimic her coolness and made it so his face would show
as little reaction as possible.
Unexpectedly her right hand quickly left his where it was holding
down his right hand over her pussy.
It was aunt Lily who had entered the room.
“Here you go;” she chimed, carrying two strawberry
milkshakes for them.
Aunt Lily was proud of her milkshakes, as she well should be. They
were always perfectly smooth and just the right amount of sweetness.
They were a lot better than the ones you get in any restaurant
Darren had ever been to.
Darren didn’t really keep his hand on Amy’s pussy on
purpose. He was just too surprised to react normally. He felt Amy’s
thighs shuffle a little and she pulled the quilt up more over
herself, as if to cover the outline of his right arm, which was
laying down over her belly.
There was of course, no way aunt Lily could’ve seen any of
the lewd things that were going on under there, but her reaction was
understandable.
Amy received the milkshake with her now free hand and Lily leaned
in and gave her a short hug, still holding Darren’s milkshake.
He felt Amy’s hand now taking a grip around the base of his
cock. He gritted his teeth in pleasure, but let nothing show on his
face.
Aunt Lily then made her way over to Darren with the other glass of
milkshake. Darren pulled his left hand out from under the protective
covering and took it. The glass was cold and heavy. It was adorned
with whipped cream on top and a straw with that classical red and
white swirl pattern around it.
Lily leaned in on him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “It’s
so nice to have you here;” she whispered warmly.
As she leaned in, her heavy tits pressed up against his chest.
Even through the quilt he could feel her stiff nipples. The nipples
Amy had been sucking on, only this morning.
He also felt Amy’s grip around his cock tighten, but managed
not to give himself away!
As aunt Lily stood back up, he could feel Amy’s hand slowly
sliding its way up the length of his pole. He gave Lily a polite
smile, hoping his blushing cheeks wouldn’t give him away.
The events in the tree house had made his precum pretty prominent
the last hour. He had been worried it might even soak through his
sweat pants.
His underwear was stained, but the sweat pants were thick enough
to not let anything seep through.
But his swollen crown was, of course drenched in the slippery
stuff, and Amy’s thumb made good use of that.
She let it circle over and around his glans, ever so slowly.
Luckily, aunt Lily turned away from him; otherwise she’d surely
see his head jerk back, from the incredible feeling of Amy’s
fingers massaging the top of his pulsating cock!
A quick glance at Amy, told him that she was displaying an evil
smirk. She knew what she was doing, and putting him through; in front
of his aunt, her own mother!
Did she want to get caught?
A streak of vengefulness ran through him, and he quickly let his
middle finger plunge deep into Amy’s wet cunt hole! It was so
slippery that there was almost no resistance. Probably, she wasn’t
ready for it, because her mouth opened wide and she let out a silent
gasp. He could feel her entrance tighten around his finger. But it
was too late, it was already deeply inserted in her!
The feeling of his finger inside of his hot cousin, almost made
him forget the pleasure of her hand on his own love parts, but Amy’s
thumb movements now became more deliberate.
As she spread out his precum more and more over his shaft, she
also started stroking it in longer and longer motions. Still in slow
motion though, so no movement could be seen from outside of the
quilt.
Darren thought that aunt Lily would leave and go back out into the
kitchen, or something. To his horror she moved over to Amy’s
other side, and made herself comfortable on the sofa, instead!
The big sofa was for three people, but pretty large. Darren and
Amy were scrunched up to one side so Lily decided that she could lay
down on the 1 1⁄2 seats that were left over, a little closer to
the television.
To his dread, and in some kind of slow motion he could only watch
as his sexy aunt took a big soft sofa pillow, then laid it over Amy’s
lap, and his arm. Lily laid her head down on it. His arm was now
locked in place under her pillow, his finger still inserted into Amy!
He froze his movements for a bit, then bravely pressed his impaling
middle finger hard against Amy's G-spot. Amy's mouth again opened
wide, but she held her breathe until the urge to scream had become
controllable.
Darren thought it would compel Amy to retreat from her torrid
assault on his cock tip.
Amy did not. In a slow unrelenting pace, she kept on stroking his
cock, ever so slowly.
Darren could not believe what was happening! He finally decided to
pause his torturing of Amy's G-spot. Would Cousin Amy honor the
truce?
Aunt Lily pretended to be engaged in the film, asking questions
about whatever was on the screen, “Is that the prize pig
they're entering in the contest?” or “Has the scene of
the state fair beauty pageant been already?”
Every time she talked, her head moved and Darren's finger in Amy
moved also!
Amy tried to answer as casually as she could, but Darren could
easily hear that her voice sounded strained and trembling.
With Amy still stroking him slowly, he felt like he was losing
control again. Her message was clear. The ceasefire was rejected. It
was on! He found that he could move his middle finger a little; and
bend it inside her cunt! This way his arm could be totally still and
Aunt Lily wouldn’t notice.
Amy noticed though! Her breathing was heavier and when faint
sloshing sounds from between her legs could be heard, she started
slurping loudly on her milkshake.
It became like some kind of silent competition between them now.
Who could make the other one cum first!
Darren was at a disadvantage. He had no idea there even was such a
thing as a G-spot! And he could only move his middle finger, and not
very much. He tried different ways. Pushing it in and out of her,
moving it from side to side; But from what he could tell on Amy´s
breathing, the best effect was when he curled it upwards and sort of
pressed against the roof of her tunnel!
Amy had more freedom to move though. She still kept her stroking
slow, but firm and steady. Amy was also lacking insight on Darren's
most sensitive zones. But when her thumb gently stroked the underside
of his cock tip, Darren gritted his teeth.
Darren felt things well up inside of him. He nudged Amy with his
shoulder and tried to make a face that would make her understand that
he couldn’t hold it anymore!
Amy just grinned, slurping loudly on the straw in her mouth!
Darren let his head fall back and stopped fighting it! He
couldn’t. The geyser in him was stronger! He felt Amy pull her
hand up over the top of his cock as he came. Again, and again.
His mind groaned in pleasure. He could only hope that his mouth
didn’t do the same.
Amy was cupping her hand around the head of his throbbing cock,
trying to catch as much of his seed as possible, in it.
When he calmed down, she snuck her hand out from under the
blanket. Darren tried to read her expression as she looked at the
fluids, collected in her palm, was it astoundment, he detected? Hard
to say.
Lily stirred on the pillow, on Amy's lap; again pressing down on
Darren's hand, which was pressed on Amy's cunt, with his middle
finger impaled inside of her.
She quickly wiped her hand against the top rim of her milkshake
glass, to get as much of it off as possible.
Thick globules of Darren’s cum ran down on the inside of the
glass.
Lily sat up and turned to Amy, “It seems you're not going to
finish your milkshake darling.”
“Oh? Eh;” Amy stuttered. She felt Darren's finger in
her move, as Lily shifted from her position on the sofa.
“That’s alright,” Aunt Lily assured her. “I’ll
finish the rest;” she said, and took the glass from her
daughter. Darren was dumbstruck as he watched his aunt open her red
lips and see her pink, sexy tongue lick the rim of the glass,
scooping up the chilled thick cum collected there.
Then she sucked in the straw between her lips, and slurped up some
of the milkshake; as she rose up from the sofa.
Both Amy and Darren just stared at her, with blank faces; as she
turned and went to the kitchen; happily slurping up the rest of Amy’s
milkshake and all of the cum in it.
“Damn, Darren! Mom got to taste you before I did!” Amy
whispered when aunt Lily was out of earshot. She licked her palm and
started sucking on her fingers.
Darren could still only sit there, mouth wide open, not believing
what his eyes saw!
When Amy had licked her hand clean, she again snuck it in under
the quilt and found Darren’s now softening cock.
She held it in a soft grip and leaned her head on his shoulder,
turning her eyes back to the movie.
Darren leaned back, forgetting that his hand was still on her
pussy and his finger inside of that wet, warm canal.
When he remembered, and moved his finger a little, Amy whispered,
“Shush; just leave it still. Otherwise I’m gonna soak all
of mom’s sofa cushions.
She snuck her other hand under and laid it firmly on his hand,
between her thighs.
Darren did as he was told, and just let it be there, motionless.
It was incredibly cozy, in an erotic way. They both held on to
each other's heated sexes, peacefully breathing and just letting the
wonderful glow burn slowly inside of them.
When the film finally finished, they let each other go. Darren
couldn’t help but to put his middle finger in his mouth and
give off a satisfied ‘Hmm..’.
Amy smiled, “There is more where that came from;” and
gave him a wink.
As she was straightening out the quilt that had protected them
throughout, they both saw a large wet stain, shaped like Amy’s
ass cheeks and thighs on the sofa cushion she’d been sitting
on!
Amy gave off a worried curse word and quickly turned the cushion
over and then covered the sofa with the quilt.
“Maybe we should both change some clothes;” she
smiled, and tugged down on her short skirt hem. It was clearly also
wet from her fluids; and Darren agreed.
As they went upstairs to their rooms, Lily called to them from the
kitchen, “Lunch will be ready shortly!”
Darren rummaged through his bag of clothes. His sweatpants needed
changing. They were drenched with his own jizz. Although Amy had
caught a lot of it with her hand, just as much had run down along his
cock and was then soaked up by his think fleece sweatpants.
It again dawned on him that his buxom aunt had actually licked and
drank his cum! She didn’t know it, but just the thought of some
of him entering her mouth; him being swallowed by his buxom sexy milf
auntie. He felt his cock twitching again, and had to fight the
thoughts!
Instead of throwing his sweatpants in the hamper, he hung them on
the lampshade to dry and decided to go commando with a clean pair of
pants.
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Darren's Morning Shag.
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First Time.
All was dark. Darren felt his mouth was dry, he was waking up in a
warm and sweaty cave.
It took some seconds before his brain caught up to his senses.
Last night's happenings slowly dawned on him. Apart from the
darkness and the sweaty warm body he was pressed up against, his face
was also feeling itself surrounded by Amy’s tangled hair. His
body was slowly doing sensory checks and sending them back to his
brain.
As he slowly started sensing his own body, pressed tightly against
his cousin’s back he quickly became aware of other things
pressing against him.
If he had blacked out, fainted, or just fallen asleep from
exhaustion; was unclear. But that his cock was still impaled and
bound tight into Cousin Amy, from behind; was now very clear.
He felt himself only semi-hard. But the realization of having
spent the whole night with his cock inside of the sweet, sexy cousin,
got his blood rushing; and his meat twitching.
Darren didn’t dare to move a muscle, apart from his cock
muscles; but they were pulsing on their own accord.
He could feel his cousin breathing slowly and calmly. She must
still be asleep.
Although he was still covered by her blankets and still wedged
between the wall and his cousin, he could hear faint bird chirps from
outside. He used his fingers to carefully peek out from under the
blanket and could see that Amy’s bedroom was growing lighter
from the morning twilight.
All was still. Darren dared to pull the covering blanket away a
little more and lift his head to look out. To his fright he saw aunt
Lily there, still lying in the bed. Her large, luscious tits were
exposed and Amy was still latched on to the closest of them.
Amy was humming softly, and slowly suckling in her sleep. Every
few seconds, she sucked at the nipple hidden in her wide open mouth.
Only the very outer rim of aunt’s areola could be observed,
outside of Amy’s wet lips.
It was an extremely sensual sight. Darren’s cock was quickly
turning into a raging boner. As it grew in length, it pressed deeper
and deeper into Amy, who started to stir in her sleep. Her body was
surely taking notice of the increasing impalement of her most secret,
wet cave.
As she stirred some, the suckling of her mother’s tits
increased, in pace and force; so Darren snuck his head back under the
covers and prayed to any gods out there, that he wouldn’t be
detected when his aunt finally woke up.
It had been hot under the blankets when he woke up, but now the
heat was building even more under the covers where he was deeply
embedded in his cousin Amy. His face was full of her wild, sandy
blonde hair. It smelled like sex. Memory flashes from last night were
coming back to him. Although their bodies weren’t moving,
Darren could feel the pressure inside of his balls was building up.
All his turgid cock now wanted to do, was to start moving; in and out
of that glorious wet crevice, which it had spent the night in. He
could easily feel that there would be no friction whatsoever.
Amy’s cunt had acclimated to his cock during the night and
she was filled with fluids. Both her own and his. It would be a dream
to just pull out a little and slowly push himself back in.
He fought the urge for a long time. There was no room whatsoever
for him to pull back. The wall was pressed tightly against his back
and ass, so instead he carefully moved a hand down to Amy’s
nicely rounded ass and ever so slowly tried to push it away from
himself.
Half an inch; one inch; one and a half;
Amy moved! Her body started the process of waking up. His pushing
of her hips forward, had woken her enough to move. She instinctively
pushed her ass back to where it had first been, and Darren's cock
sunk back deep into her slippery, steaming hole.
He now heard aunt Lily mumble, in her own fleeting sleep. Darren
felt the tidal wave course through his thighs and up towards his rock
hard phallus. He came, hard!
He didn’t dare to move at all. Darren even held his breath
and strangled a scream of lust, deep in his lungs.
The only thing that moved was his pulsating cock, sending stream
after stream, deep into the waking Amy impaled on his cock! Before
Amy was even aware of it herself, her pussy contracted and opened in
unison with Darren's cock pumping into her. Her womb was effectively
milking his cock, trying to absorb every little ounce of semen
shooting out from its swollen crown!
Through his silent climax, Darren could feel Amy’s hand, in
panic, probing for what was behind her! He felt her hand finally land
on his hip, so close to where their young bodies were connected; and
had been through all of the night.
As Amy became clearly awake, Darren could feel her cunt,
tightening around his rocket. As if to push him out. But he was stuck
in, deep; and the wall behind him kept his cock deep inside of his
wet cousin!
He now heard aunt Lily waking up. At first, sleepy murmurs, then a
shocked gasp!
Probably as a kind of distraction, he heard Amy start to loudly
suckle on her mothers tit!
“Oh; I’m sorry honey! I must’ve fallen asleep!”
she whispered in a rather hoarse voice.
Amy just moaned and kept on suckling.
Darren could only lay there under the covers, listening and
imagining the images of Amy’s cute lips holding on to aunt
Lily’s large, heavy tit.
The bed jostled as aunt Lily stood up from it. Amy’s lips
let go of her tit with a wet ‘plopp’ and Darrens, still
pulsating, cock bounced ever so slightly in and out of his cousin's
warm entrance! He bit his lip and worked hard to not let any sound
slip from his lips.
Amy on the other hand, let out a weary gasp as their sexes bounced
into each other. But Lily was probably too newly awakened to notice
anything strange.
“I’ll just go and freshen up. Then I’ll check on
Darren and make breakfast for you” she whispered and gave Amy
what sounded like a kiss on the cheek before her footsteps could be
heard on the rug as she left Amy’s bedroom.
Amy pushed her behind hard against Darren's hips, sinking his
leaking boner in even deeper!
She buried her head in her pillow and let out a muffled groan!
“Damn; have you been in me all night?” she then
whispered in a baffled tone, still seeming to wake up from the
deepest of sleeps.
“I’m sorry;” was all that Darren could reply in
a meek tone.
Amy suddenly became very still. Darren could feel her entrance
gripping and relaxing a few times; it felt excruciatingly erotic, but
he himself didn’t dare to move at all.
“Are you still coming into me right now; ?” she asked
slowly, her body trying to feel all of his staff stuck inside of her.
“I couldn’t help it; it came by itself;” was the
weak excuse he could muster.
Amy turned her head to him, she was smiling. She rocked her hips a
little, her hole squeezing along his cock.
“This is so hot;” she whispered and her tongue
involuntarily licked her lips.
Then she sprung into action!
Morning Dash.
“Quick! Mom is going to come and check on you! You have to
get back to your room; NOW!” she hissed, panic in her voice.
She moved forward from him, his still hard cock slipping out of its
wet, nightly folds!
He heard the faucet from the bathroom. Aunt Lily was in there. He
didn’t have much time.
He didn’t even have time to be embarrassed about Amy seeing
his glistening hard-on, flailing about as he scurried out of bed. The
back of his mind did manage to take a sneak peek at her gorgeous
boobs as the blanket was tossed aside.
But no time for any prolonged stares. Without a word, and as
silent as a mouse he snuck out into the hallway, past the bathroom
door, from where he could still hear the faucet running; and into his
own room.
With a move that would’ve made any ninja envious he flung
himself into his untouched bed and under the covers just as he heard
the faucet turn off and the bathroom door out in the hallway open.
Darren was laying flat on his back in the most unnatural sleeping
position to be imagined, and just the split second between the soft
knock on his door, and his aunt opening it and coming in, he realized
that his hard-on would be making a tent out of the covers.
Too late now! He already heard his aunt's footsteps on the floor,
entering his room.
With closed eyes he again prayed to any gods, that his boner was
not too visible in the morning dawn, flowing through the curtains in
the room.
Aunt Lily’s footsteps paused for a moment then he felt her
sitting down softly on his bedside, her curvy hip pressing up against
his own. He could feel the blanket pulling at its tent pole.
She leaned in on him as he lay there, pretending to be fast
asleep. He could feel her heavy tit softly land on his chest and her
erect nipple was easily noticeable through the bedsheet over his
chest.
“Darren? It’s time to wake up” she whispered in
the softest of motherly voices. Darren could feel her breath on his
cheek, she was that close. She smelled of mint.
It also dawned on him that the nipple now pressing against his
chest was the one that Amy had been sucking on all through the night.
This made his boner twitch. Hopefully aunt Lily wouldn’t see
that from her position of leaning in over his face.
Linton slowly opened one eye, playing groggy and sleepy. He saw
Lily’s lovely brown eyes meeting his as she leaned in to kiss
him on the forehead.
Her lips were warm and soft. She held them to his forehead long
enough for him to feel it thoroughly. His cock twitched again under
the covers but he made sure to move his knee up and hopefully that
would disguise his manly tent pole under the blanket.
Aunt Lily sat up again, her firm tit leaving Darren's chest and
gave him a loving look.
“Come down for some breakfast when you’re ready;”
and then she left. Darren couldn’t help but to watch her hips
rolling under that flimsy robe she had on.
As soon as the door closed, he wished that she had stayed longer.
He took his time before coming downstairs. First he had to wait
for his boner to soften. He thought about stroking one out, amazed
that it was still hard after coming both last night and also this
morning. But, again, this room gave him nowhere to hide tissue paper.
So if he was to jerk off, it would have to be in the bathroom.
He listened to Amy, up and washing in the bathroom. Then, when he
was sure both his aunt and cousin were downstairs, he dared to sneak
out to the bathroom, himself.
His cock had now gone back to normal size. He was actually
surprised to see it looking quite normal, after all it had been put
through. But he washed it off quickly, under cold water and then
changed to go downstairs where he could hear Amy and aunt Lily
chatting in the kitchen.
He had chosen his baggy, grey sweatpants and a worn out tee-shirt
with some soft drink logo on it. He was suspecting that he might get
hard again during the day, and the sweatpants were thick enough to
hopefully hide any such stiffness from sight.
Breakfast Protein Drinks.
Down in the kitchen, the girls were in full swing, having
breakfast. Amy sat at the table, munching on an egg sandwich and aunt
Lily was busy by the sink. It was when Aunt Lily swung around to
greet him that he was happy about his plan, wearing the sweatpants.
Aunt Lily was wearing a thin white shirt dress. The long kind that
looked like a common blouse, but went all the way down to her knees.
It had buttons down to her front, but the top four buttons were left
open, so her full tits swung enticingly under the thin fabric and the
shirt opening showed almost the whole length of her cleavage. Her
nipples were plainly visible, poking at the textile; and the darker
areola around them could be distinguished through the thin white
cotton.
“Good morning handsome!” she said and Darren got
embarrassed immediately! Partly because he couldn’t think of a
single word to give back as a greeting; and partly because he felt
how his stare and widening eyes must’ve been noticed by both
Amy and Lily.
Darren just mumbled and averted his eyes.
Aunt Lily, of course, didn’t let him get off that easily.
She hurled herself towards him and embraced him in a warm full body
hug!
It was pure bliss to be hugged by aunt Lily. At 6 foot 2, she was
nearly 8 inches taller than him, and getting her boobs pressed
against one’s face and her thighs pressed against his groin was
unbearably arousing! He couldn't help but to close his eyes and revel
in the feeling of being held to her bosom. His arm even caught one of
her stiff nipples as he hugged her back.
But when he opened his eyes they met Amy's, who was sitting at the
table with a wide grin.
He disengaged and felt his cheeks redden. He quickly sat himself
down at the table, across from Amy who hadn’t left his gaze for
a moment.
It felt like she very well knew that his cock must’ve
stiffened from that embrace.
Or, he was just imagining things.
Aunt Lily served up some sandwiches and juice for him. Only now,
did Darren discovered how hungry he was! He stuffed his face and
asked for more, always making sure to catch a glimpse of his aunt’s
cleavage every time she turned around.
Darren and Amy ate in silence, the radio playing in the
background. Amy was all the time trying to catch Darren's eye. He had
to work hard to not let her lock on. Darren was afraid that he’d
blush, or stutter, or something else awkward; if he let her focus her
eyes into his.
It was clear she had mischievous thoughts.
Images of how he’d been embedded deep into her wet folds,
kept creeping up to the front of his mind. He was glad there was a
kitchen table to hide his bulge under, now.
Aunt Lily stood herself beside Amy across the table from Darren,
“Amy, dear, your hair is a mess, darling. Let me sort that out
for you” she said and started untangling Amy’s wild and
unruly strands.
As Darren looked up from the remains of his fourth sandwich, Amy
caught his eye. She had a broad smile on her lips and slowly raised
her hand towards her mothers tit.
Darren wanted to look away, but couldn’t. He was hypnotized.
Aunt Lily's tits jiggled and swayed, as she was pulling and shifting
Amy’s hair, trying to get a braid started.
Her large tits were just in face height of Amy as she was sat by
the table. The big pokey nipples twice slid across Amy's nose.
Very deliberately Amy took hold of Lily’s shirt cleavage and
almost too slowly pulled it to the side, revealing her mother’s
stiff nipple and dark areola. All the time her eyes held fast into
Darren's glare at what was unfolding in front of him.
“Ahmee, noht nuw..” Lily said, her mouth full of Amy’s
hair, she was trying to organize.
Lily had to let go of one of the chunks of hair to pull back the
shirt, and cover her tit again.
Amy was still keeping her eyes on Darren as she again, slowly let
her hand come up to Lily’s jiggling boob.
Once again, Darren got to see his aunt's full tit and succulent
nipple bounce out from its cleavage.
Lily spat out the hairs she had between her lips and sounded a bit
annoyed.
“Please love! Not now!” Lily pulled her shirt back
over her enticing mound of boob flesh.
“But mom; I want some;” Amy pleaded, still not taking
her eyes off Listson's.
“Please, Darren doesn't want to see this;” Lily
sighed; but this time she let her tits stay exposed. Swaying just
right by her daughter’s cute face.
“You don’t mind, do you Darren?” Amy said in a
beckoning, sad tone whilst she squeezed at her mother’s tit,
pushing the nipple closer to her mouth.
“Uhm.. no. No! I don’t.. ehm, mind..” Darren
croaked, trying to sound blasé
.
Amy let go of Darren's eyes and turned her face to the huge tit
just beside her face.
She closed her eyes and planted her mouth lewdly over aunt Lily’s
prominent nipple.
Lily let out a small gasp, but quickly found herself and continued
doing Amy’s hair.
Darren was in awe. He found it impossible to look away!
Amy had her lips around almost all of Lily’s areola, her
fingers squeezing at the massive flesh around it. She looked like
she’d never tasted anything as good as this, ever!
Still focused on braiding Amy’s hair, Lily explained, “You
know Darren, I’ve always given Amy of my milk. Most mothers
stop early, but I never did. It's nourishing, and she’s almost
never been sick in her life.”
Amy turned her face to Darren, still holding Lily’s tit
against her mouth, “And itsch schoo good;” she said with
her mouth half full of white milk. A trickle of the milk streamed
down her chin as she spoke. Amy quickly let her lips surround Lily’s
nipple again and continued sucking, eyes closed.
Darren was just sitting and nodding as a dumbfounded response to
Lily’s explanation.
He couldn’t think of having seen anything more sensual than
this scene, that was now playing out in front of him.
Even though time stood still, Lily somehow finished with Amy’s
hair. She had made two braids on her. Each one on the top sides of
her head. Like two pigtails, but in braid form.
Amy looked so incredibly cute, and aunt Lily was now just
caressing the back of her head as she kept on nursing from her.
Darren wasn’t sure what to do. Inside of his sweatpants he
had a hard-on so stiff, it it mimicked a mast of a British man o'
war. He had already finished his sandwiches, and was just sipping
slowly at his orange juice; wanting it never to end. He was afraid to
break up this spectacular scene with any sudden moves.
To his sorrow, but also relief, Amy finally let go of Lily’s
tit and licked her lips. Aunt Lily's engorged nipple looked as big as
a whole thumb!
Amy smiled at Darren, and her eyes gave him the kind of look
siblings give each other, when the other one didn’t get as nice
of a christmas present as the first.
Lily bent down and gave Amy a kiss on the lips before she pulled
her shirt over her tit again, indicating that this moment was over.
Tree House Tryst.
“So, what are you guys gonna do today?” Lily asked, as
she took some plates from the table over to the sink.
Amy was looking intently as Darren; with that ever alluring smile
of hers.
“Maybe we’ll go and check out the old tree house”
Amy said, still staring Darren in the eye.
“Oh, that’s nice. You haven’t been up there in
forever;” Lily replied, whilst pouring dishwater over the
plates, a wet stain could be seen darkening the fabric over her
nipple, which Amy had just been sucking on.
“Come on Darren!” Amy grabbed his hand and yanked him
with her. At 5 foot 10; She was bigger and heavier than him. Her
curves gave her the weight and strength advantage over his own
slender body, and he had no say in the matter.
He trotted after her like a rag doll.
Darren hadn’t noticed earlier, but Amy had a very short
polka dotted skirt on. As she was running in front of him now, to the
old tree house out back; he glimpsed her ass cheeks now and then, as
her skirt flapped up and down.
Either she was wearing minimal string panties, or nothing at all,
underneath.
Up top; she had a tight, yellow tee-shirt, that did nothing to
disguise her lovely bra-less tits.
At the base of the old oak, in which the tree house was set,
Darren got the answer to what Amy was wearing underneath; or rather,
what she was not wearing.
She climbed up before him, and he got a full view of her nakedness
under that little skirt.
His cock had been hard since the breakfast table and was not
feeling like softening any time soon.
He was only a little worried about climbing, and had to tear his
gaze away from Amy’s nude pussy, to check that he wouldn't snag
his boner on the old wooden planks that were nailed to the tree as a
kind of ladder.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been up in
that tree house. It must’ve been many years ago.
Then, he and Amy would pretend they were in a crows nest on a
pirate ship, looking for land or fighting off other pirates, trying
to get at them.
Although the nails in the planks were much more rusty than he
remembered, it was still a sturdy build. The walls were made out of
all kinds of planks from some barn house nearby, there was a square
hole in the floor of it that you climbed up through from the
plank-ladder nailed to the tree trunk.
The excitement he remembered when climbing up to this tree house,
was just as prominent now as then, but for totally different reasons.
As he got close to the entrance in the tree house floor he looked
up again and saw Amy’s strong, naked legs slip through the hole
and to the side.
Darren had no idea of what would happen up there, but he knew it
would be exciting!
It was secluded and high up. It would only be the two of them.
He kind of regretted that he had chosen to wear his boxer briefs
under his sweat pants now.
Amy had clearly planned ahead and chosen ‘easy access’,
instead. But, she didn’t have a raging boner to hide away.
Girls have it so easy. They can easily get away with being horny in
front of others and no one would know, unless you got to feel them
between their legs.
Darren's mind was racing! Visions of his naked cousin on the bed
last night, floated past his mind's eye as he finally managed to
crawl up and into the tree house.
Amy sat in the corner of the small space, leaning against the
wooden boards serving as a wall behind her.
She had her knees up and legs slightly parted, but was holding her
skirt down over her crotch so her nakedness under there couldn’t
be seen.
She had her mischievous smile on again. Since there was a plank
roof on top of the tree house, she was a bit shadowed, which made her
blue eyes look gleaming.
“We haven’t been up here in a long time;” Amy
said.
“Yeah, I can’t remember the last time even”
Darren lied.
“You were very good with your tongue last night;” It
was subtle, but Darren noticed how the hand she was pressing down her
skirt with was also slowly moving around, pressing against her
crotch.
Both the sight of her hand and the words, got him stumped again,
“Ehm.”
“I know we’ve just had breakfast, and I didn’t
bring any honey; but; maybe you’d like to taste me without?”
Amy said and almost looked a bit shy for once.
This was really not Darren’s area of expertise, and he had
no plan or tactic. But his libido answered for him, “Of
course!”
Whatever he did last night seemed to work, so he was confident
that he could make it work again.
His luscious cousin was sitting on an old, ragged seat cushion,
which she scooted herself forward on, towards Darren who was kneeling
in front of her.
As she slid forward she let go of her skirt and let her knees
shift apart more.
It was an incredible sight! Last night he’d not really been
able to get a good look. Amy’s bedroom had been dim. Only her
bed lamp had been shining softly.
And to be honest, Darren had been way too aroused, shocked and
excited to imbibe any details his eyes might have had a chance to
see.
But now;
Although the planks shaded her a bit, it was daylight. She was
right in front of him. It was right in front of him. It was strange
and immensely erotic at the same time.
“I’ve shaven it bare;” Amy said softly, as if to
get his approval.
Being a guy in his late teens, his reference of understanding was
of course always infused with a lot of those kinds of ‘sex ads
in the back of trashy news stand publications.
But here he was; right in front of a real pussy.
Her pussy was like a small swollen mound, with a thin slit going
down the middle of it. Her slit was clearly wet and between her outer
pussy lips, a hint of more folds could be seen. Her wetness showed,
even on the sides of her slit. It was all the same cute pinkish skin
color as the beautiful, smooth thighs framing it in.
After the first amazement had been overcome, Darren’s eyes
desperately searched for her clitoris. He didn’t know much
about women, but this he knew! And since he was momentarily going to
put his mouth and tongue into that alluring crevice, he really wanted
to find her most sensitive spot. He got a bit nervous when he
couldn’t easily spot it.
On erotic stories he’d read, there was always a little bulb
at the top of the slit, but Amy had none.
Maybe the claims weren’t all that realistic, after all.
He caught himself staring too intently, and when he looked up at
Amy he could see that she was nervous too. She was biting her lower
lip in anticipation. Her eyes’ looked bigger and were begging
for appreciation.
Darren made himself brave and leaned in on his elbows. Had he not
been totally preoccupied by his own horniness, he would have
understood that this was an extremely uncomfortable position for him.
But that was nothing that his body was able to convince his mind
of, right now.
As he lowered his head, towards her lusty cunt lips ;Amy saw that
he wouldn’t really reach all the way down while still sitting
crouched on his knees. So, instead she shifted, folding her legs in
under her and also now kneeling wide on the bench, making her pussy
come up a bit higher towards his face.
Darren was transfixed watching her little pussy writhe as she
moved. Her pussy lips sliding against each other and some more
wetness being pressed out of the soaking, pink slit between them.
As she settled, his mouth was now just lined up with her cunt. He
could feel the warmth of it radiating on his lips. He felt himself
breathing heavily;
Tentatively his tongue probed, he felt her fresh womanly taste in
all of his body, even though only the tip of his tongue had touched
her skin.
Amy inhaled sharply, which gave Darren new courage. Again he let
his tongue touch her. More of it this time. He could feel her thighs
stiffen up.
Darren quickly learned what effect his tongue had on Amy. He
licked her; in longer and longer strokes, very much enjoying the
effect it had on his horny cousin.
She tasted heavenly! He had no idea of how a woman should taste,
but he was sure he liked the taste of Amy’s wet pussy! Somehow
it tasted fresh, even though it was so warm!
Darren soon got into a rhythm, lapping at Amy like a dog in heat.
Longer and longer licks.
As his confidence grew, he started mixing it up a little.
Sometimes, long and fast strokes with his tongue, sometimes short and
slow. As his own arousal grew, he pressed his tongue deeper and
deeper into her folds. His nose and chin, were now also part of the
connection to her slippery, smooth skin.
Amy’s lower body was now trembling, and no coherent sounds
were coming from her. Her inner thighs sometimes spasmed and pressed
against his ears, only to again spread out wide, letting his mouth
and tongue come deeper into her slit.
Now and then his tongue would find, what he assumed, to be Amy's
clit. Somewhere at the top of her slit was an illusive little part of
stiffer flesh that really sent her off, whenever his tongue would
pass over it.
But just as he thought he knew where it was, his tongue failed to
thrash at it again.
But Amy seemed to love it, no matter where he was licking at, so
Darren just continued to explore her as much as he could.
“Amy? Are you up there?”
The sound of aunt Lily’s voice from below the tree house
rang out like a bell whistle in a library!
Amy’s body froze and went still as night! Darren still had
his face pressed in between her legs and stopped in mid-lick. His
tongue still in-bedded in her folds:
“Yeah?” Amy croaked with the voice of someone who’s
not used her voice for speaking in a long time.
“Are you alright? Is Darren up there with you?”
Darren felt that the very tip of his tongue was placed tight at
the entrance of Amy’s twitching hole in there. Her fluids
pooling on his tongue.
Amy grabbed the hair on the back of Darren's head.
“I’m fine. Darren went to the pond;” she said.
Her voice was still a bit shaky and flustered.
Darren let the tip of his tongue make its way in through Amy’s,
now twitching, hole.
“Should I come up?” Lily asked with the worried tone
of a mother who wants to investigate.
“No!” Amy answered and then hissed a whispering ‘no’
also to Darren.
“I can’t talk to you when you’re hiding;”
Lily complained from down there at the bottom of the tree.
Amy had a firm grip of Darren’s head and pressed it tight
against her pussy as she rose up on her knees, forcing his head to
follow along. To keep his balance, and not get his hair torn off,
Darren grabbed Amy’s thighs and let himself fall backwards as
she moved forward on her knees.
With his mouth still connected to her sopping pussy, and his head
pressed hard between her legs, Amy moved forward to where the wall
had a sawed up opening, like a window and poked her head out.
She let go of Darren's hair, but he did not let go of her thighs
and kept his face planted on her wet sex.
“Ah, there you are;” Lily said with true relief.
Darren started licking again;
“What do you, ugh; want mom?”
Amy tried to sound normal, but when Darren's eager tongue teased
the right spots she didn’t seem to be able to control her voice
in full.
Darren of course didn’t want to be found out by his shapely
aunt, but he had never seen her climb up to the tree house and felt
quite confident that she wouldn’t come up. Also, Amy had
already said he wasn’t up there, so; he felt well hidden.
But seeing how much effect his tongue had on Amy made him feel
powerful. She was the older of them and had always been the dominant
one. Now she was at his mercy for once.
Darren was intensely aroused at the situation she was in now. Him
eating her out whilst she had to play it cool in front of her mother.
He got back to his rhythm of licking and even added some sucking
here and there. He would get as much of her swollen pussy in his
mouth as possible and suck it into his mouth, while his tongue
flicked at wherever that clit was hiding at the moment.
“Well; I was wondering; “ aunt Lily was in no rush.
Amy was breathing heavily and whimpering softly. There was no way
Lily could hear her, but Darren did!
“Do you think Darren was weirded out by; you drinking from
me this morning?”
“No mom. You know how guys are. He probably loved to see
your boob;” Amy went up an octave in both sound and frequency
on that last word. Darren had made another lunge upward with his
tongue. Again trying to press it as far up into her as humanly
possible. He felt her wetness now running down his cheeks. Her hips
and thighs were quivering.
“I know, but;”
Darren had found his pace now. His tongue pressing into Amy’s
tight pussy hole, sliding back out and pressing in again. He was
actually tongue fucking her. A faint sloshing sound could be heard by
anyone inside of the tree house.
“He’s not used to stuff like that;” Lily
continued, “I think I’ll talk to him about it. Maybe
explain it better.”
“Uh umm.” Amy nodded down the hole, but her eyes were
closed and her lips were hanging open. She felt herself building up
to something now. Darren’s relentless tongue, forming a
spearhead and penetrating her over and over again, his hands tightly
gripping around her thighs. She felt his chin pressing against her
ass hole.
It was too much!
Amy climaxed violently. Well, her face and arms were perched on
the sawed out window, she kept them quiet still. She gritted her
teeth and her eyes were pressed shut from the energy it took to not
let it show to Lily and at the same time having her body throw her
into the best orgasm she’d ever had!
A gush of hot fluids sprayed Darren’s mouth as Amy’s
hole tightened around his intruding tongue! Her lower body shuddered
and Darren pulled his face away from her pussy in pure surprise!
Another gush splashed against his face and still open mouth!
Darren’s grip of her thighs loosened and his head fell back
against the wooden floor!
With the third out-pour from Amy’s cunt, she couldn’t
help but to let out a licentious groan from between her clenched
teeth.
Darren just laid there, drenched a third time. His eyes blinking
in amazement at what he had managed to do to his sexy cousin!
She had actually squirted! He had made her cum so hard that she
squirted!
This was something he’d only ever heard about in exaggerated
porn stories. Darren’s thought was, that squirting is something
that only happens to a handful of women, ever. And even then, it just
happens when the full moon coincides with a leap year!
Now he was an actual part of that odd fantasy! He felt like the
star of an Asian porn flick. He felt so exceptionally proud!
He made Amy come to that highest degree!
“Hey! Are you listening? Amy!” Lily’s voice was
only a background disturbance in the world Darren was now in. He was
lying on the hard wooden floor with Amy above his face. She was
raised up on her knees and he had a clear view right up her dotted
skirt. Her pussy literally dripping. The taste and smell of her all
over his face. He felt her juices still trickling down his cheeks and
onto his neck. He saw her pussy contracting and relaxing at a fast
pace and her wet thighs twitch in unison. With very contraction her
nethers made a stream of more fluids roll down along the inside of
her thigh!
Damn! Amy was still coming! Darren was so hypnotized that he
didn’t even think about his own throbbing meat.
“Sorry; what were you saying mom?”
Aunt Lily started again, with the annoyed tone of someone who has
to repeat themselves,
“I said; there is an old matinee showing soon on the tv. The
old musical, State Fair; will be on in about 30 minutes. Maybe you
can find Darren and I’ll make you some milkshakes?” It
was now not a question; as it might have been the first time around.
“Oh, that; that sounds great, mom;” Amy replied with
the tone of someone who had just slept after a marathon.
“Okay, then. See you inside.” Lily left back towards
the house.
Amy’s thighs had now relaxed, but her pussy was still making
involuntary movements up there, over Darren's drenched and astounded
face.
As her mother left, Amy leaned back in from the tree house
entrance. She slowly sat herself down on Darren’s chest. He
felt his shirt getting thoroughly soaked as she let her weight press
her ravished pussy lips onto him.
As she looked down on him she gave him a tired smile. Her eyes
only half open.
“God damn; cuz! That was; that was amazing!”
Amy wiped a strand of his wet hair from his forehead. Darren now
felt a bit awkward.
The earlier feeling of being in control, and a true sex god;
drained away from him as he was now held down by Amy sitting on his
chest. Looking down, her skirt was crunched up around her waist and
he could see the top of her slit against his tee-shirt, her wet
thighs down his sides and her body towering over him. Her nipples
were threatening to poke holes in her thin tee.
“Sorry if I made you squirt.” Darren tried. He wasn’t,
of course. But it felt better to be humble and get praise instead of
the opposite. Also, he was again the younger of the two; and Amy was
the one who seemed to be in charge.
“Oh. no, no, no; don’t be! That was the best; ever. I
didn’t even know I was a squirter; Until now.”
She sat there, on him, and steadied her breathing for a while
before she spoke again.
“Mom said the musical, State Fair, will be on TV. We should
see; ”
Darren had just been reveling at the feeling of Amy’s wet
snatch, pressing down on his chest and nodded. He would’ve
agreed to anything Amy had said, anyway.
Amy climbed off of him and started straightening out her clothes.
Darren sat up and could now feel really how wet she’d made him.
His tee-shirt was clinging to him. The whole front of it was soaked
and he felt a trickle of Amy’s juices down his neck as he rose
to a sitting position.
Amy laughed, “Look at you! We really need to dry you off.”
After Amy had peeked out, making sure that Lily wouldn’t
happen to see them, they climbed down from the tree house and made
their way over to the barn.
The excited rush there, made it feel almost like the times they’d
snuck around when they were little, and hiding from aunt Lily.
Barn Tryst.
The barn was pretty big, but now only housed a few chickens and
two cows. This time of day, all the animals were out and about,
somewhere on the lands, so it was quiet.
Amy helped Darren to wrangle his wet shirt off and wiped him down
with a towel she’d found on a hook.
“Man, I came a lot;” she said, with a hint of pride as
she demonstratively rung out his shirt between her hands.
Some drops actually came out of it, flowing over her knuckles.
“Do I taste good?” she asked, as she licked the upper
part of her hand with a sexy grin?
“Very;” Darren nodded, and felt his cheeks blush.
It felt like a dream he'd just had, and now that they were out in
the daylight, it felt like it might have just been a fantasy. Now he
felt a bit out of place. He was standing there, shirtless, with a
hard on, in his pants as his super hot cousin was licking her own
juices off her hand, and asking him what she tastes like!
'You couldn’t even write stuff like this,' he thought to
himself. But that thought also took away from the fact, of what he’d
just experienced. How could this ever be true?! And what now?
He didn’t have to wonder for long, about that last thought;
as Amy grabbed his crotch.
There was no hiding that he was hard. Hard as hell.
“Poor you! You didn’t get anything from me;” Amy
said, with puppy dog eyes and playful sorrow, “Well. Maybe now
I can get to see what you taste like?”
Darren’s head was spinning! In reality, he knew exactly what
she meant and insinuated. But this was far beyond his wildest dreams!
Having his luscious, sweet Amy suck him off?!
That would be so;
“It’s starting!” Lily’s shout broke his
soaring thought!
The Matinee Movie.
Aunt Lily was standing on the porch calling out to them, that the
movie was starting.
Amy made a sad face, but then smiled and rushed down to the house.
Darren made a much slower walk, trying to walk in a way so that
his hard-on wouldn’t show. Having his hands in his pockets
helped. Of course, his 'crotch rocket' was very sensitive to the
touch, and it did not let him relax.
While he was still a bit away from the farm house, he saw Amy hug
aunt Lily, as they went into the house.
Darren realized he was still bare-chested and as he came to the
open door, he heard that aunt Lily was in the kitchen.
So he made a dash upstairs, and changed into a dry tee-shirt,
before making his way down to the living room from where he could
hear the movie playing.
It was an old classic. He and Amy had watched it nearly 10 years
ago.
Amy was on the sofa under the huge quilt that was usually draped
over it. She gave Darren a sly smile and beckoned him to join her
under the quilt.
Darren sat down on her left, close to the sofa's armrest. Amy
scooted herself close to him and put the quilt over them both, so
only their heads were uncovered. Amy slouched low, and had her feet
up, on the ottoman
Feeling her curvy body pressing into his side was very cozy, and
Darren had trouble focusing on the film. He had, of course; seen this
movie a million times, so it was much more enjoyable to relish in the
feeling of Amy’s body so close beside him. The classic movie
did little to distract his arousal, Even the lead actress, Vivian
Blaine, looked very much like cousin Amy, if Amy's hair wasn't in
braids.
Darren held his breath, gathered some courage, and caressed her
arm under the quilt.
Amy identified with the young Emily Edwards in the movie. A
debutante, Emily desires the affections of the strapping young man
who comes to town. But Cousin Amy is bolder and more daring than the
heroine of the musical. Spurred on by Darren's compliance, she let
out a soft sigh, while still watching the TV.
This felt so good. Like if they were boyfriend and girlfriend,
cuddling up to a movie together.
It was really quite romantic.
The romance quickly changed to sensuality, as Amy took hold of his
hand and forcefully steered it over to her tit.
It was an awkward angle for his hand when Amy pressed his palm
over her luscious boob.
But Darren was not about to complain. She slowly rubbed his hand
against her tit. Darren could feel her hardened nipple through the
fabric of her tee-shirt.
She still had her gaze fixed on the television, like nothing
special was happening under their blanket.
This was so much better than the film. Amy would taunt the movie's
heroine for her lack of courage and assertiveness to initiate a
heated interlude.
Then Darren felt her moving his hand downward, over her belly. He
tried to breathe normally, but all of his insides were quivering with
sex-infused joy!
Just as he had hoped, in silence, she led his palm down to between
her legs. She had already flipped up her skirt beforehand so Darren
could feel the smooth, shaven skin of her mound slowly pass under his
palm. His fingers reached her slit and there she planted his hand
firmly.
Not that Darren wanted to pull it away, but if he had wanted to,
he was not sure he would’ve been able to. Amy was pretty
strong, actually.
His middle finger was placed right over Amy’s slit. He felt
the wetness in there, as she pressed his finger in between her
slippery labia.
They were both using all their energy to breathe calmly, but
Darren could feel the tenseness of her body. She dragged his hand
slowly up and down along her soaked cunt, and Darren let her guide
him. He could hear her almost silent, sudden inhalations, when his
finger hit ‘the spot’.
Her thighs stiffened under the quilt and around his hand.
It was heavenly to feel her most secret place, all while the old
familiar movie played in the background.
Not that Darren needed any more excitement, but it came anyway;
when he felt Amy’s left hand make its way over his hip and down
to the hem of his sweatpants!
He felt her fingers tugging at the knot on them. The back of her
hand brushed against his rock hard cock tenting his pants below.
Darren felt his nostrils flaring and he could hear his own heartbeat
inside of his ears!
With his free left hand under the quilt, he helped Amy loosen the
knot and her hand soon slid in under his sweatpants. A short sting as
her fingernail was the first to find his hard cock, but that quickly
shifted to the very exciting feeling of her fingertips slowly
exploring him around the base of his erection.
Darren was now no longer breathing calmly anymore. Having his hand
over Amy’s pussy mound with one finger deeply embedded between
her folds, and her nimble fingers now slowly caressing his rock hard
cock was sending erotic chills all through his spine.
Above the big quilt, both of them were still ‘just’
looking at the tv-screen.
As Darren snuck a glance, he was impressed at how Amy was keeping
such a straight face.
Wasn’t she also enjoying this? But every once in a while he
could see the tiniest of her face muscles twitch a little as his
finger slowly pressed and slipped around in her slit.
He tried to mimic her coolness and made it so his face would show
as little reaction as possible.
Unexpectedly her right hand quickly left his where it was holding
down his right hand over her pussy.
It was aunt Lily who had entered the room.
“Here you go;” she chimed, carrying two strawberry
milkshakes for them.
Aunt Lily was proud of her milkshakes, as she well should be. They
were always perfectly smooth and just the right amount of sweetness.
They were a lot better than the ones you get in any restaurant
Darren had ever been to.
Darren didn’t really keep his hand on Amy’s pussy on
purpose. He was just too surprised to react normally. He felt Amy’s
thighs shuffle a little and she pulled the quilt up more over
herself, as if to cover the outline of his right arm, which was
laying down over her belly.
There was of course, no way aunt Lily could’ve seen any of
the lewd things that were going on under there, but her reaction was
understandable.
Amy received the milkshake with her now free hand and Lily leaned
in and gave her a short hug, still holding Darren’s milkshake.
He felt Amy’s hand now taking a grip around the base of his
cock. He gritted his teeth in pleasure, but let nothing show on his
face.
Aunt Lily then made her way over to Darren with the other glass of
milkshake. Darren pulled his left hand out from under the protective
covering and took it. The glass was cold and heavy. It was adorned
with whipped cream on top and a straw with that classical red and
white swirl pattern around it.
Lily leaned in on him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “It’s
so nice to have you here;” she whispered warmly.
As she leaned in, her heavy tits pressed up against his chest.
Even through the quilt he could feel her stiff nipples. The nipples
Amy had been sucking on, only this morning.
He also felt Amy’s grip around his cock tighten, but managed
not to give himself away!
As aunt Lily stood back up, he could feel Amy’s hand slowly
sliding its way up the length of his pole. He gave Lily a polite
smile, hoping his blushing cheeks wouldn’t give him away.
The events in the tree house had made his precum pretty prominent
the last hour. He had been worried it might even soak through his
sweat pants.
His underwear was stained, but the sweat pants were thick enough
to not let anything seep through.
But his swollen crown was, of course drenched in the slippery
stuff, and Amy’s thumb made good use of that.
She let it circle over and around his glans, ever so slowly.
Luckily, aunt Lily turned away from him; otherwise she’d surely
see his head jerk back, from the incredible feeling of Amy’s
fingers massaging the top of his pulsating cock!
A quick glance at Amy, told him that she was displaying an evil
smirk. She knew what she was doing, and putting him through; in front
of his aunt, her own mother!
Did she want to get caught?
A streak of vengefulness ran through him, and he quickly let his
middle finger plunge deep into Amy’s wet cunt hole! It was so
slippery that there was almost no resistance. Probably, she wasn’t
ready for it, because her mouth opened wide and she let out a silent
gasp. He could feel her entrance tighten around his finger. But it
was too late, it was already deeply inserted in her!
The feeling of his finger inside of his hot cousin, almost made
him forget the pleasure of her hand on his own love parts, but Amy’s
thumb movements now became more deliberate.
As she spread out his precum more and more over his shaft, she
also started stroking it in longer and longer motions. Still in slow
motion though, so no movement could be seen from outside of the
quilt.
Darren thought that aunt Lily would leave and go back out into the
kitchen, or something. To his horror she moved over to Amy’s
other side, and made herself comfortable on the sofa, instead!
The big sofa was for three people, but pretty large. Darren and
Amy were scrunched up to one side so Lily decided that she could lay
down on the 1 1⁄2 seats that were left over, a little closer to
the television.
To his dread, and in some kind of slow motion he could only watch
as his sexy aunt took a big soft sofa pillow, then laid it over Amy’s
lap, and his arm. Lily laid her head down on it. His arm was now
locked in place under her pillow, his finger still inserted into Amy!
He froze his movements for a bit, then bravely pressed his impaling
middle finger hard against Amy's G-spot. Amy's mouth again opened
wide, but she held her breathe until the urge to scream had become
controllable.
Darren thought it would compel Amy to retreat from her torrid
assault on his cock tip.
Amy did not. In a slow unrelenting pace, she kept on stroking his
cock, ever so slowly.
Darren could not believe what was happening! He finally decided to
pause his torturing of Amy's G-spot. Would Cousin Amy honor the
truce?
Aunt Lily pretended to be engaged in the film, asking questions
about whatever was on the screen, “Is that the prize pig
they're entering in the contest?” or “Has the scene of
the state fair beauty pageant been already?”
Every time she talked, her head moved and Darren's finger in Amy
moved also!
Amy tried to answer as casually as she could, but Darren could
easily hear that her voice sounded strained and trembling.
With Amy still stroking him slowly, he felt like he was losing
control again. Her message was clear. The ceasefire was rejected. It
was on! He found that he could move his middle finger a little; and
bend it inside her cunt! This way his arm could be totally still and
Aunt Lily wouldn’t notice.
Amy noticed though! Her breathing was heavier and when faint
sloshing sounds from between her legs could be heard, she started
slurping loudly on her milkshake.
It became like some kind of silent competition between them now.
Who could make the other one cum first!
Darren was at a disadvantage. He had no idea there even was such a
thing as a G-spot! And he could only move his middle finger, and not
very much. He tried different ways. Pushing it in and out of her,
moving it from side to side; But from what he could tell on Amy´s
breathing, the best effect was when he curled it upwards and sort of
pressed against the roof of her tunnel!
Amy had more freedom to move though. She still kept her stroking
slow, but firm and steady. Amy was also lacking insight on Darren's
most sensitive zones. But when her thumb gently stroked the underside
of his cock tip, Darren gritted his teeth.
Darren felt things well up inside of him. He nudged Amy with his
shoulder and tried to make a face that would make her understand that
he couldn’t hold it anymore!
Amy just grinned, slurping loudly on the straw in her mouth!
Darren let his head fall back and stopped fighting it! He
couldn’t. The geyser in him was stronger! He felt Amy pull her
hand up over the top of his cock as he came. Again, and again.
His mind groaned in pleasure. He could only hope that his mouth
didn’t do the same.
Amy was cupping her hand around the head of his throbbing cock,
trying to catch as much of his seed as possible, in it.
When he calmed down, she snuck her hand out from under the
blanket. Darren tried to read her expression as she looked at the
fluids, collected in her palm, was it astoundment, he detected? Hard
to say.
Lily stirred on the pillow, on Amy's lap; again pressing down on
Darren's hand, which was pressed on Amy's cunt, with his middle
finger impaled inside of her.
She quickly wiped her hand against the top rim of her milkshake
glass, to get as much of it off as possible.
Thick globules of Darren’s cum ran down on the inside of the
glass.
Lily sat up and turned to Amy, “It seems you're not going to
finish your milkshake darling.”
“Oh? Eh;” Amy stuttered. She felt Darren's finger in
her move, as Lily shifted from her position on the sofa.
“That’s alright,” Aunt Lily assured her. “I’ll
finish the rest;” she said, and took the glass from her
daughter. Darren was dumbstruck as he watched his aunt open her red
lips and see her pink, sexy tongue lick the rim of the glass,
scooping up the chilled thick cum collected there.
Then she sucked in the straw between her lips, and slurped up some
of the milkshake; as she rose up from the sofa.
Both Amy and Darren just stared at her, with blank faces; as she
turned and went to the kitchen; happily slurping up the rest of Amy’s
milkshake and all of the cum in it.
“Damn, Darren! Mom got to taste you before I did!” Amy
whispered when aunt Lily was out of earshot. She licked her palm and
started sucking on her fingers.
Darren could still only sit there, mouth wide open, not believing
what his eyes saw!
When Amy had licked her hand clean, she again snuck it in under
the quilt and found Darren’s now softening cock.
She held it in a soft grip and leaned her head on his shoulder,
turning her eyes back to the movie.
Darren leaned back, forgetting that his hand was still on her
pussy and his finger inside of that wet, warm canal.
When he remembered, and moved his finger a little, Amy whispered,
“Shush; just leave it still. Otherwise I’m gonna soak all
of mom’s sofa cushions.
She snuck her other hand under and laid it firmly on his hand,
between her thighs.
Darren did as he was told, and just let it be there, motionless.
It was incredibly cozy, in an erotic way. They both held on to
each other's heated sexes, peacefully breathing and just letting the
wonderful glow burn slowly inside of them.
When the film finally finished, they let each other go. Darren
couldn’t help but to put his middle finger in his mouth and
give off a satisfied ‘Hmm..’.
Amy smiled, “There is more where that came from;” and
gave him a wink.
As she was straightening out the quilt that had protected them
throughout, they both saw a large wet stain, shaped like Amy’s
ass cheeks and thighs on the sofa cushion she’d been sitting
on!
Amy gave off a worried curse word and quickly turned the cushion
over and then covered the sofa with the quilt.
“Maybe we should both change some clothes;” she
smiled, and tugged down on her short skirt hem. It was clearly also
wet from her fluids; and Darren agreed.
As they went upstairs to their rooms, Lily called to them from the
kitchen, “Lunch will be ready shortly!”
Darren rummaged through his bag of clothes. His sweatpants needed
changing. They were drenched with his own jizz. Although Amy had
caught a lot of it with her hand, just as much had run down along his
cock and was then soaked up by his think fleece sweatpants.
It again dawned on him that his buxom aunt had actually licked and
drank his cum! She didn’t know it, but just the thought of some
of him entering her mouth; him being swallowed by his buxom sexy milf
auntie. He felt his cock twitching again, and had to fight the
thoughts!
Instead of throwing his sweatpants in the hamper, he hung them on
the lampshade to dry and decided to go commando with a clean pair of
pants.
To be continued. Based on a post by Guzzler
21, for Sex Stories.
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