Though Betty had somehow kept her personal life very private, she wondered how long she could hide the maddening lust she felt for her cousin, Billy Mathews. Since Billy and his sister had come to stay with them, Betty had been in a state of high nervousness. She'd pretended to be aloof from anything so base as desire for her younger cousin. After all she'd been to college, she'd been in the Peace Corps for a couple of years. She'd moved in larger circles, done grander things. Billy was just a kid really. Well, he was nineteen. Not exactly a kid. And by the way his jeans fit him, he wasn't built like a kid either.
"Damn," she breathed to herself. She'd awakened late on this Saturday morning and sensed that the house was empty. She remembered that her folks had planned to go the short distance into town for some shipping and had recalled also that her cousin Alice was going too. Betty's brother Lee would be down at the lake most likely. And Billy would probably be with him. That meant she could do some thorough detective work without being disturbed.
As she brushed out her red hair before the minor, Betty frowned at her reflection. She was standing there with only a pair of skimpy panties on to cover the red thatch of cunt hair that warmed the plump lips of her pussy. She'd never really been worried about her body before Alice had appeared on the scene. Alice was such a little fool. So coy and teasing and self-conscious. Betty guessed that she didn't know the first thing about fucking. But she had a model's figure. That was more than Betty had inherited.
Her figure was shorter, thicker than Alice's. She had full, firm thighs and a curvy bottom that jutted out sharply from the sweeping line her back made. Her hips were wide and feminine. They looked wider than they really were because of her tiny waist. The rest of her was good enough, she guessed. She had medium-sized tits that seemed larger because they were so firm and high on her chest. Her face was what many of her dates called striking. It was on the pretty side of plain. But more than her freckles or big, green eyes or wide mouth was the fact that she had a sexy face. A sensual face. Some dates had been more frank. She had the kind of face that seemed to say she wanted to screw. Betty could only agree with that assessment.
She'd become sexually active. Which meant she'd had her first fuck then. A eighteen year-old boy had been mowing her father's lawn. Since they lived well apart from any neighbors, Betty had started sunbathing at a young age. She could remember the sun-warmed blanket and the boy asking her if she'd like him to rub oil on her back. Of course she'd wanted him to do it. And the touch of his fingers sliding on her skin had started up fires that still raged in her body. The boy had finally rolled her over and penetrated her without even taking off her bikini. Betty had not so much as squealed in protest. She'd watched him with wide, interested eyes and been amazed at the feeling of his stiff, slender cock as it easily ruptured her hymen. That poor little cherry had been pretty fingerworn by the time her first lover had gotten to it though. The rapture of that first fuck still lingered with her and she felt a flood of moisture as she continued to brush her hair.
"I'm not really too big in the ass," she said, turning her profile, then her back to the minor. And she wasn't. Her ass was curvaceous and inviting looking. A lot more inviting than Alice's boyish frame. At least that's what Betty thought. And she'd never been hurting for boy friends. But they came and went pretty quickly. It seemed that in the beginning they were always turned on by her voracious appetite for the sensual. But after a month or so they began to wear out. Betty had never met anyone who could keep up with her. She would have it morning, noon and night if possible. And when she started calling on a boy to get a little action before daybreak, the romance usually withered pretty fast. She couldn't help it if she was aggressive. When she got that feeling, she just had to act. And this morning she had that feeling worse than ever. After taking care of her little investigation, she meant to drive to town and look up an old beau. He was married, but if she played her cards right she could catch him at the right moment.
"But first I'm going to see if I'm right about something," she said aloud. She cupped each of her breasts, felt another rush of slickness pour from her crevice. Then she padded out of her room barefooted and went down the hall to her cousin's room.
Billy wasn't much neater than his sister. There were open magazines strewn around and a baseball mitt tossed on the floor. His bed was unmade and Betty couldn't resist pulling down the sheet to see if he was like every other guy in the world. There was a spot which was stiff when she scratched it with a nail. Billy's shorts lay nearby and when she picked them up they were stiff too. Then she saw the picture sticking out of a closed book. Her heart did a few seconds of double-time when she opened the pages and looked at the photo glossy photograph inside. It was a picture of her.
"Wow. Ohhhh, wow!" She swallowed hard and felt her panties get even more soppy than they already were. She'd forgotten that Billy was an amateur photographer of sorts. And he obviously owned a telephoto lens. The snapshot had been taken a few days before and quickly developed.
It'd been the day Betty had sunbathed on the back lawn. She'd thought she had been alone. And like she always did when she was alone, she'd slipped out of her bikini top to get some sun on her back. Billy had caught her just as she'd lifted herself on elbows to shift a little. The full weight of her breasts had pushed the nipples proudly outwards. The soft swells of white flesh looked fantastic compared to her tan body. She regained enough composure to smile at last.
"I look better than I thought," she whispered, putting the photograph back carefully into the book. Her first thought now was that Billy had the hots for her every bit as much as she did for him. Of course they had nothing in common. She was far too old for him, she thought. But his youthful good looks lured her. Not to mention the fact that she was as horny as she always got during the long, hot summers.
But then maybe he was just like most guys. Horny. Maybe he didn't really have a crush on her at all. Maybe he had taken the picture in an idle moment and forgot it. But then that wouldn't account for her missing panties. The reason she'd come to snoop in her cousin's room in the first place.
The first drawer yielded nothing. She found a tangle of socks and shorts and a necktie which looked like it'd never been worn much. At the corner in the back she picked up a small foil package and examined it. A fairly good brand of rubbers. Betty smiled and felt the tingles shoot through her again. She couldn't help wonder how her cousin's cock would look inside one of those thin membranes. She'd only seen the swell at the crotch of his Levi's. But if he was hung like she thought he was that rubber would be stretched to the breaking point.
"God, I can't help but wonder what he would feel like sliding into me," she breathed, liking the words on her tongue, liking the way it made her feel.
In the second drawer she found her panties. The pink ones, not her favorites. She rolled them in her palm, wondering how Billy had gotten the nerve to sneak in her room and rifle her drawers. And then she noticed that the silken things were stiff. She scratched her fingernail along the whitish patch of something. Her lashes fluttered excitedly.
"Ohhhh," she murmured, "so that's what he used them for." Betty had an image of Billy jacking off with her dainty underwear wrapped around his throbbing cock. She imagined how his cum would look spurting out, oozing down onto her panties. By now her belly was heaving and her toes tickled on the rug. She slipped a finger down to press in against her panty crotch. The bright red silk went between her plump outer lips and she left it there as she rocked her curvy ass to increase the sexy friction. Then she knew exactly what she had to do.
She hung the cum-stiff pink panties on the back of a chair and skinned off her cunt-damp red ones. The red ones went into Billy's drawer and she slipped the pink ones up her legs. She had another rush of pleasure as they fit against her dripping mound. Her juices mingled with the dried cum, softening it immediately.
Now that the cum was regaining moisture, she could smell the sharp, familiar aroma. She passed a finger over the crotchband and held it up to her nose.
"Yummy cummy," she giggled, feeling foolish for thinking up such a ridiculous rhyme. But she said it again anyway, "yummy cummy for my tummy," and licked her finger. There was a faint taste, nothing at all like when the stuff squirted fresh into her mouth. And she thought again of how that was probably another reason left didn't hang with her too long. She liked to suck cock almost as much as she liked to have one rammed up inside her. She liked to drink jizz so much in fact that when she was going with a guy she generally insisted on being fed at least twice a day in addition to getting fucked. Though the men in her life had never admitted to running out of gas, and cum, that seemed to be the case now that she remembered the circumstances.
She hurried back to her own room, still thinking about the photograph she'd found, the panties Billy had swiped and the ones she'd left in their place. He was going to be one surprised boy when he opened that drawer to play with her underwear. She wondered if he'd have the guts to make a move then? She didn't have to wait long.
It was that evening after supper when Mitch suggested that the family make home-made ice cream and have a moon light swim down at the lake. Of course everyone was enthused, Billy included. Betty gave him a curious glance and there was something in the look that came back. Something that hinted that he'd found her little calling card. Billy blushed, too, though he covered it pretty well by shouting out his approval of the moonlit swim idea.
But someone would have to run to town for some ice to power the ice cream maker. Betty volunteered and asked casually if Billy might like to accompany her. He almost knocked over a chair being agreeable. No one seemed to notice his eagerness. But Betty saw a strange look in her mother's eyes. Maybe Margaret suspected her daughter's motives, Betty thought. She had good reason to. Betty had gotten in a few jams in her life and had to confess a few naughty things to good old Mom. Margaret had been understanding always. As if her own past wasn't completely unsullied either. But tonight Margaret was obviously irked at Betty disappearing with Billy in tow.
While everyone else headed for the lake, Betty steered her father's Cadillac out of the drive and down to the highway.
"Maybe we should get some brandy too," she suggested, glancing at Billy. "Brandy is great with homemade ice cream."
"Sure," Billy nodded. He was sitting on the other side of the car. He had the usual swell in his crotch and Betty was appreciating the way his T-shirt bulged with young muscles. She was wearing a short, white tennis skirt which only served to heighten the effect of her pert, round bottom. A guy had kidded her once about being able to set a beer can on her ass while she was standing and not having it fall off. Of course she had been blessed with a particularly interesting rear. She'd seen Billy looking at it, too, as they'd walked to the car.
As they headed for the lights of town, Betty fooled with her wind blown red curls and smiled across at her younger cousin. She let him see the pout of her wide mouth, the attractive deepness of her eyes. She knew she wasn't a beauty, but she had something. Something special! She was only certain of what it was when a man held her in his arms.
"Glad you came with me," she said, hoping to break the ice.
"Yeah. You look really n-n-nice," he stammered, blushing in the darkness. Betty knew by the sound of his voice that he was embarrassed. She felt certain that he'd discovered her panties.
"God, it's hot," she said, kicking off one sneaker and then the other. Billy eyed her legs. His cock was swollen a good three inches down one pants leg. The Cadillac purred towards town.
"It's really good to see you after all these years," she went on. "I remember when we used to play as kids. When your folks would come visiting."
"Yeah," Billy said. He was looking at her thighs. They were meaty and tan. Not the thighs of a model certainly, but blending well with her short, compact body. They were sexy-looking thighs, not fat at all.
Betty stopped at a convenience store and got the ice. A liquor store up the street yielded a fifth of pretty good brandy and she showed it to Billy to see if he approved.
"I don't know much about booze," he said, "except beer."
"Maybe we should have a little taste before taking it back," she suggested. "After all, we came and got it." Billy opened the cap and they passed the bottle. The glow helped Betty get over her butterflies. She felt more than ever the hunger gnawing deep in her loins. Her cousin sat there, the hot night sending his musky aroma her way. A breeze played around his collar-length blond hair. Betty wanted him. Wanted him very badly.
"Look, let's quit beating around the bush," she said, voice husky with desire. "Do you want me now?"
"God, Betty!" Billy tried to recover his coolness. "Well, sure. I mean…"
She'd already started the Caddy and swung it around in a swirl of dust and gravel. She hit the highway with a squeal and drove through town looking straight ahead. Billy held the bottle in his lap and watched her and watched the road signs flick by. Betty could feel her juices seeping through the little white panties that went with her tennis skirt. She was breathing hard and fast, her breasts lifting in the silk shirt she had tied at her midriff. Billy moved closer and put a hand on her bare belly.
"Not yet," she whispered, "or I might turn Daddy's car over." Billy pulled his hand away until she'd bounced over a dirt road that wound down to the flyer. She braked quickly and turned the lights off. "Now," she breathed, her eyes flashing in the light from the radio.
"Betty, how did you know I took your panties?" her cousin asked.
"You look like the kind of guy that has a thing about women's underwear." She let him see the humor in her expression. But she was panting now, almost crazy for it to begin.
"Betty, I…"
"Let's forget about talking," she gasped, her hand sliding against his thigh. She touched the tumid shape under the worn denim and then began frantically to undo his fly. Billy groaned as he watched her in amazement. She dug his folded prick from the dampness of his shorts and ran her hot fingers excitedly along the shaft. She was trembling now, more than pleased with the thick, long shape of it. Billy was really hung all right! She wanted to shout for joy. She wanted to get that thing inside her before she had some kind of fit.
"Ohhhh, it's beautiful," she told him, bending close. Her lips were moist from constant licking and she wet them one more time to be sure. Then she let her wide mouth open to surround the pulsing, feverish head of Billy's cock. He touched the sides of her face as she let her bottom lip slide against the little lobes under the tip. She knew by experience that the spot was an especially sensitive one on all males. Rapid friction over those blood-packed swells could bring a man to orgasm in seconds. So she had to be careful if she wanted any action herself. She tongued each one and slavered the surface of his penis with hot saliva. She moved her mouth slowly, turning her head to lick him better, caressing his balls with her fingers. Billy was barely breathing now and Billy smiled, knowing she would have him hooked for a month or so. Until she sucked and fucked the poor guy dry.
"Betty, I didn't realize. I mean, I didn't know you would be like this."
"Do you like the way I am?" she asked.
"God, do I ever!"
"You like my ass?"
"I love it!"
"What about my tits?" She lifted her shoulders, pushed them back. The knot came loose in Billy's fingers and her white, smooth orbs flashed in the dim glow of the Cadillac's interior. Her nipples stood out in a tumid state of excitation. Billy licked his lips and moved his head forward. She pressed her nails against the nape, of his neck and guided him to one tit and then the other. She gave him a nipple to suck just long enough for it to make her groan and then switched. Just those caresses alone were bringing her wonderfully close to complete release. She had especially sensitive tits. And though Billy was being a little too gentle, he was getting the idea quickly.
"Harder," she babbled, pulling his face down until her tit flattened out against his chin. "Bite me a little." Billy let her feel his teeth, rubbing them back and forth against the dark red nub of her nipple. A jolt of pleasure went down both legs. Her belly heaved faster than before. She got a hand down to her cousin's lap as he sucked her tits. Now it was his turn to groan as she jacked the cockskin up and down in a steady, sensual way.
"Your cock," she sighed, "I want to suck it some more."
It took a little clever positioning in the broad seat to reach her goal, but Betty found herself on her knees, straddling Billy's face. She was stripped to the waist now and the feeling of her bare skin touching his belly made her tremble. She pulled his cock up and began to nurse gingerly on it. Meanwhile Billy was fumbling with the white pants that went with her tennis skirt. He got them off after some confusion. She eased her body down then, her cunt lips parted. With a laugh they went over on their sides, Billy's head firmly between the clasping warmth of her thighs. His tongue flicked shyly at the thick red curls. Then he found the place where the meat of her pussy was already stretched apart. He began to dip deeper then, began to titillate the hot, spongy head of her clit.
"Ohhhh, shit," she whispered, pumping her ass down. His tongue flicked again and she closed her eyes and let the pleasure fill her. The blond hair around her cousin's cock tickled her chin as she dipped her head to take his cock into the roof of her mouth. The tip bumped against her tonsils and she stopped to let her tongue work convulsively along the dimpled underside. Billy tensed his thighs and moaned. His own mouth was about to take her over the edge and she wasn't sure she wanted it that way or with his prick stuck deep in her softness. She wanted it both ways. She wanted, as many ways as she could get it and all at the same time.
"Ahhh. Ahhhhh," she moaned.
"Baby," Billy gasped back, his fingers digging into the yielding flesh of her ass. She pressed her pussy down over his face and swallowed it from side to side, her head up and back now, lips parted slackly. Her green eyes were heavy with lust. Her breasts heaved. She tried to jack him with her hand as she neared her climax but it was impossible to concentrate. She wanted to suck him again too but found that she wanted her own pleasure to be had with nothing to break her mood. Wasn't pleasure like that in the end? A person had to get it undiluted. Even the attention required to suck Billy's cock would take something away from the explosion she was about to enjoy. And yet she wanted to feel that rigid thing in her mouth, too!
"Wait," she begged, trying to find enough willpower to pull her loins away from his hot mouth. "Ohhhhh, wait, Billy! Billy, wait!"
She turned on his body, pussy dripping its lubrication over his belly. She grappled with his levis, yanked them down and off. Billy tried to help her but they were only getting tangled up together. She laughed at herself. She was wearing only the tennis skirt now and her tan, full-blown body was on the verge of ecstasy. She'd made her cousin stop eating her pussy when she'd been just seconds away from a come. And now as she straddled him the right way around Betty knew that it would take only four or five penetrations of his bulging cock to bring her off with a scream. She was wrong. It took exactly two.
"Billeeeeee!" she cried as she felt his swollen knob forcing past the ring of muscles that pulled tight at the beginning of her hole. She rolled her ass frantically, tightening her slick, smooth insides down around him. He rammed with a growl, grabbing her full, hot body and biting her chin until it hurt. She knew she had him worked up good and tight! It thrilled her to know she could really turn a male on. She could always get a good fuck out of a guy when she set her mind to it. Not like the kind of girl who just lay on her back and expected the man to take care of everything.
"Betty! Ohhhhh, God, you're so hot inside!"
"Your cock is wonderful," Betty moaned back. She was coming, a long, teeth-grinding come! She grasped her cousin's muscles body and plunged her ass with the fury of a wildcat in heat. The Cadillac swayed. She screamed again, her nails raking Billy's back. Her pussy tightened with spasms of utter joy. Her juice had made the first penetration easy. And now it was making the hot fuck a noisy and sexy one. She shivered as the sucking sounds reached her ears. The sucking sound of Billy's cock being jerked back and then rammed to the hilt again. She dug her nails into his ass then and held him deep as she twisted and squirmed on the leather seat of the Caddy.
"Whhuuuuhhhh," she gasped, "Nhhuuuuuhhh!"
"Betty, I'm gonna come. Is it okay?"
"Do it! Do it inside me!" She kissed his mouth but the kiss turned to a sharp little bite. "Ohhhhh, fuck, it's good!"
She was coming for a second time when she felt the hot spurt of cream inside her. She smiled and worked her hips all the faster, catching the second rush of pleasure almost before it reached the end of her clit. Then the pleasure spread, spread up her belly and down her thighs in trebly waves of ecstasy. Her heels kicked the door viciously as she concentrated on the pleasure.
Billy was slowing now, his juices spent. She wanted to try for a third one but knew that when a man had popped his rocks it was almost painful for him to keep on fucking. Especially if the girl had a muscular pussy like she did. She couldn't seem to stop though. The pleasure came back, building again. She bit Billy's shoulder and rocked her body under him.
He gave a grunt as the sensitive shaft of his cock was enfolded in her gasping hole. She knew the friction was too intense for him now. But she was almost there. Good, number three. It was so close.
"God, Betty, you're gonna tear it off!"
"Just a second more darling," she begged. Her hands flew down to fumble between his thighs. She nursed his balls with her palms, hoping to revive him a little. Just enough so that she could grind out that third, sharp burst of pleasure. But Billy changed the position of his hips and she lost it. It was okay. She'd gotten off wonderfully hadn't she? It wasn't cool to be greedy. And yet she'd wanted it! So bad!
"Did you come?" Billy asked, kissing her face with thanks and affection.
"Sure! It was fantastic." Betty wasn't lying. Billy had given her a terrific roll in the hay. Why was she swelling on that last, lost climax? Hadn't two been enough? But there was never enough. Betty knew that there'd never be enough.
"I'm crazy about you Betty," her cousin breathed. He kissed her ears and her neck and each nipple too. She lay there exhausted, her vagina tightening convulsively with a steady rhythm. She was still milking him, stripping the thick curds up his tube so they would ooze out into her cunt.
When he pulled out of her she made him kneel there on the seat as she held her hair back from her face and bent to his crotch. The gasps of amazement were music to her ears as she gingerly cleaned the slimy sap from his shaft and cocktip. She did it slowly, lovingly. She did it because she enjoyed it. The sour taste of the seed on her tongue was enough to start her going again. She rubbed her own clit as she licked him clean. Then she kissed him in the mouth with her cummy lips.
"Doing anything later tonight?" she said, her voice heavy with mock sexuality. Billy held her for a long time.
"You're something, you know that?"
"You're something, too."
"I keep feeling that you're like an older sister or something." He frowned. "It is incest, isn't it?"
"Well, some people don't pay any attention to this cousin thing." She shrugged and let her fingers toy with his wilted cock. "I don't care if you don't."
Billy picked up the brand. "We'd better be getting back with that ice before it melts and everyone starts wondering what happened to us."
"Billy?" she asked, holding his face between her hands. "I need you tonight." She shook her head slowly, eyes closed. "This was just a little appetizer. I really need you again. And maybe again."
"What if someone found out?"
"I'll leave my door open," she cut him off. "Just lock it behind you when you come in."
They dressed quickly and Betty drove like a maniac back to the house. Everyone was at the lake with a driftwood fire going. They hadn't suspected anything at all. Unless Margaret's admonishing glance had some bidden meaning. Betty shrugged it off and went back to the house to change. When she got back, Mitch was daring all the girls to go skinny dipping. Betty pretended to be more embarrassed than she was. She got in the water before slipping out of her bikini. Then she floated on her back while Billy paddled a discreet distance away. Over to the side Mitch was sounding drunk. He had offered to teach Alice to float and the willowy blonde was giggling and pretending to sink each time she tried.
"Bitch," Betty muttered to herself. She knew that Alice knew how to float and swim like a seal. But Mitch was having a ball. Until Margaret came over and broke up the little game. Betty glanced at Billy who was still afraid to do anything but keep his distance.
"You sure look pretty floating in the water with your nipples sticking up like that," he said when he was sure no one else could overhear.
"Do you have a hard-on, darling?" she grinned back.
"Oh, God, do I ever!"
"If there weren't so many people around I'd dive down and kiss it for you."
"Jesus, Betty, when you talk like that…"
"It makes you want to fuck me, right?"
"Good. Like I said, my door will be open."
"Oh, Betty, you're fantastic. You're wonderful. I'm crazy about you."
"Just think about tonight," she smiled, turning in the water to swim past him. Below the surface she gave his prick a squeeze and went on. The head of his cock made her palm tingle for a long time afterwards.