That evening, Janet Miller and her two children arrived. Janet was Jill's sister. Janet had dark-brown hair like her sister, and she was a shorter. She was stacked like a new deck of cards, tight and slick.
She ware a Navy-blue skirt that wrapped around her supple hips, gloved her ass beautifully – a nice round, succulent-looking ass. She had on a white sweater and, like her sister, she had a generous set of ills that pushed pointedly against the sweater. She had round eyes, big brownies, an oval face, and again like her sister, was a very stunning lady.
Her daughter April had sandy-blonde hair, a darling face, almost adult, but so smooth, the skin tight, the structure magnificent. Her body was firm, compact, set on a thin but luscious frame. She was just under five feet, and she wore a pair of tight yellow shorts and a black tank top. She had on white tennis shoes.
The tank top was tight and her cute tits pushed it out, set high, looking like lemons.
Ronnie was growing thin and tall, had a crew cut and a square jaw. He had sandy hair and freckles.
Janet and Jill left for their shopping trip, and Bobby, Prissy, and the visiting cousins, April and Ronnie, watched television for a while. Bobby cooked TV dinners, and when it turned dark outside April suggested they play flashlight tag.
"Someone's it, then they take the flashlight and try to find you hiding. And they have to flash it on you… and then that one's it."
April had been wiggling her fine ass all day in front of Bobby. She was an incredible show-off. Bobby watched in amazement at the way she carried herself, things she did… a regular prick-teaser.
Poor, sweet Darcy, Prissy's sister, was picked to be it, and she agreed.
"You're gonna play aren'tcha, Bobby?" April asked.
"Oh, I don't know."
April was such a smashing nymphette. She put her hands on her hips and said: "Aw, come an, Bobby."
All the others agreed he should play, too. So he did. The lights were turned off. Then April had to wait in the kitchen while everyone hid. When the lights blackened, Bobby felt someone take his hand. He was pulled upstairs.
"Hide with me, Bobby," April whispered. "We can hide together."
They crept upstairs, down the hall, into Bobby's guest room, and hid themselves in a big closet. They sat down beside each other in the dark. Then Bobby found a small light, almost like a night light.
April clutched his hand. She snuggled in close. Bobby put his arm around her, his hand coming down in front, brushing her firm tits.
April looked down and saw the cock-bulge in his jeans. She glanced up into his eyes, her blue eyes sparkling, mischievous.
Bobby kissed her fresh pink lips, a sweet, juicy, candy-kiss. His tongue rolled slowly over April's lips, and he nibbled on her lower lip. He felt her tremble. He pushed her back and lay beside her as they continued kissing, and then he couldn't restrain himself… he dipped his hand down between April's legs, felt her smooth, thighs, and clutched her cunt, rubbed at her crotch through her tight yellow shorts. Her pussy felt like a hard plum down there, and he ran his fingers into the shorts, rubbing at her pussy.
He pulled her close to him in their kiss, and his huge prick throbbed against her belly. He moved his hand around behind her and caressed her stunning ass. His cock throbbed, beat and pulsated with excitement.
Bobby slid his hand under her shorts, got a button loose on the side and took them down. He pulled them over her knees and took them off. April wore a sweet pair of tight white panties, thin nylon. Bobby stuck his hand into the panties and felt her pussy, the warm soft goodness of her cunt.
"What'cha doin' to me, Bobby?" April whispered salaciously.
"Playin'," Bobby whispered, his voice trembling his body on fire, his stomach fluttering.
"You probably shouldn't play with your cousin like this, huh?" April cooed.
"I'll show you my prick if you wanna see it, April. I'll show you, if you'll let me see your pussy."
"Okay, yeah, yeah," April puffed. "Let me see it!"
Bobby stood up and took down his pants. He wore Jockey shorts, and he took them down. His cock slapped back at his belly with a thump. He sat down next to April. Her bright blue eyes were wide, and a surprised look masked her face. Her mouth formed a wide O.
The darling stared at Bobby's ten-inch prick. She kept looking, marveling at the thickness, the length, the beautiful big red cockhead. She gave his balls a good look also, saw them pillowed against the hardwood floor of the closet.
"Now you," Bobby said. "Lemme see your cunt!"
April stood up and took her white panties down to her ankles, then stood on display for Bobby. Her pussy was covered with a fabulous blonde fuzz. Her legs were fantastic, her hips genuinely a work of art, her tiny waist flaring up to the tight black top.
"Take the top off, too," Bobby said.
She pulled it up over her head, then threw it to the floor. She wore no bra. Her tits were delights. She was radiant, standing nude in the closet except for her white tennis shoes.
Her pretty face was glowing. She looked at Bobby's prick, then to his eyes, watching how he devoured her with his fuck-hot stare.
"Now turn ail the way around," Bobby said. April turned and let him look at her ass. He sucked in his breath with admiration.
"You been swingin' your ass around, showing it off all day, haven't you?" he whispered.
Bobby had his cock in his hand now, pumping very slowly, almost lewdly. April watched in rapt fascination.
"What'cha doin', Bobby?"
"Playin' with my prick."
"Jerking."
"I wanna kiss yours. I'll let you kiss mine," Bobby said.
"Yeah, you wanna?"
He got up on his knees and crawled to her. He slipped his hands behind her and fanned them over her lowly ass. Then he ducked in and plastered a hot, wet, slobbering, juicy kiss on April's cunt.
He sucked as he kissed, and it was a feeling April had never experienced before. She loved it. Bobby kept the kiss hot and sloppy, then licked slowly into her cuntlips, up and down her slick, tight cunt slit.
"Now let me kiss yours," April panted hotly.
Bobby sat back down. April sat beside him. She bent over and puckered her sweet lips and pecked at the tip of his cock. She kissed ever so lightly, just brushing her lips on the cockhead. Bobby gasped loudly and grabbed his stiff prick at the base and held so it could stick straight up for April.
She kissed all over his gooey pricktip, her lips parted, the pink gloss glistening as it mixed with the seepage of jizz from Bobby's piss slit.
"It's real big, Bobby," April whispered.
"On hard for you, April."
She kissed his prick again. She looked into his eyes. She dipped and kissed again. Her lips slid over the cockhead until she had the big bulb in her mouth, her lips sealed around it, her cheeks all puffed up.
"That's right. Suck on my cock, April," Bobby groaned.
She sucked slowly, methodically. Bobby loved watching her do him, how her ponytails wobbled, her lips like plungers. She lifted off his cock finally and caught her breath.
"Now you dome again," she said.
She lay back, and Bobby got between her legs, spread them flat against the floor, then cocked them at the knees. He bent over and licked along her thighs, up over the smoothness until his tongue was wagging on her cunt.
"Ahhhh, ohhhh," April sobbed.
He sucked her cunt and tickled her clit with his wild tongue, and April lay beneath him, squirming with eager emotion. Without trying to, she was bumping and bouncing her ass around on the floor, pushing her pussy to Bobby's hungry mouth.
He slid his hands under her ass, lifted it up off the floor, and chomped like a wild man on the girl's sweet, delicious pussy. He licked, nibbled, sucked, tickled. April was up on her elbows above him now, her chin tucked against her collarbone as she peered down at Bobby.
April felt wonderful sensations sizzle her body, felt a deep thrill and excitement she had never known. She was fascinated by watching Bobby kiss and suck her pussy… and she loved how Bobby made her feel.
Then she came.
He got a lip-lock on her clit and flittered her into a paroxysm of absolute pleasure. A ripple of delight spread through her like a soft electric buzz. She stiffened like a board, humped her hips up at Bobby, and he sucked her into oblivion.
She fell back on the floor, then got up slowly. Bobby sat back down.
"Now you do it to me," he said.
"Kiss and suck?"
"Yeah."
She bent over and pressed her lips to his cockhead again. Then she sealed her lips around his pricktip and sucked. She clutched the cockstalk in one hand and held his hard-on as her head bobbed up and down.
"Oh, April," Bobby panted. "You make me feel damn good."
She looked at him, glancing up as she sucked. She bobbed faster, her hand pulling and pushing on his prick at the same time.
"Yeah kiss and suck my prick, cousin!" Bobby gasped.
He came wildly, his prick spitting out a cumload into April's mouth that gagged her, made her back off his cock, still pumping on it, cum goozing from her mouth, over her lips, her chin. And she kept her eyes glued to his erupting cock, watching Bobby fizz and shoot his wad.
"Bobby… you're doin' it, huh? Shootin'?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he panted in ecstasy. His cock spit, spurt, and April watched in admiration and fascination, gobs of cock cream clinging to her sweet mouth and chin. Her hand kept thumping up and down on Bobby's massive prick, really giving him a slick hand-job.
"All in free!" came Darcy's voice from the kitchen.
"We have to go in," April said.
"Huh… okay, yeah, yeah," Bobby panted.
"Gee, Bobby, that was nice," April said. "Would you kiss and suck on me again sometime?"
"Damn right, suck and kiss your cunt."
"My cunt, yeah, again, huh?"
"You bet."
Bobby had his hankie out, wiping the cum from his cock. They got up and crept to the kitchen.
"Ronnie is it," Darcy said. "I tagged him with the flashlight."
"Okay, then we'll all go hide again," Prissy said.
She looked darling in a tight pair of red shorts and white T-shirt and white tennis shoes. Her hair was done in a long ponytail. Her sweet tits pushed deliciously at her shirt, and her ass was a ravishing sight in the hot tight shorts.
The lights went out. Bobby grabbed Prissy's hand and led her down the hall. He pulled her into the bathroom.
"He'll find us in here," Prissy said. She took Bobby's hand and led him back through the house to the kitchen. "In here, there's a pantry. He doesn't even know it's here, right off the side of this hall near the kitchen?"
She led Bobby into the pantry. He turned on an overhead bulb. Prissy locked the door.
"See, you can even lock the door. He'll never tag us here."
"I wanna show you somethin'," Bobby said.
"Yeah, what this time?"
"I wanna play with your butt."
"No, Bobby."
He had her pressed to him, his hand fanning her miraculous ass. "I wanna feel it," he whispered.
"Don't do that, Bobby."
He squeezed, cupped, caressed the cheeks of her ass, and he kissed her cherry-tasting lips, his tongue gliding into her mouth.
She broke the kiss as he fingered up her ass through the shorts.
"Now, stop!" she snapped.
"I wanna take your shorts down and see your butt."
"I'll take you to the mall and buy you anything you want."
"You will?"
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Just to see my butt?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay then," she said.
She unbuttoned her shorts at the side and slid them down to her knees, but they fell down around her ankles in a red ruffle. She stood in the white T-shirt and a pretty pair of yellow panties of thin nylon.
The panties fit her so tight and snug, pulling high on her ass.
She turned sideways so Bobby could see her that way, then turned and let him look at her as she stood with her back to him. He eyed her magnificent ass, the absolutely perfect curves, the tightness.
"You've got the best ass," he whispered.
"Yeah? Well, you were sure lookin' at April's butt in the kitchen," Prissy said.
She started to pull up her shorts, bending over, pulling at them.
"Don't! Let me see your butt with your panties down, too," Bobby said.
"You didn't say that."
"Come on," Bobby pleaded. "I said I'd buy you anything."
"Okay then – for a minute," Prissy said, tugging her pants down on her thigh, showing off her fabulous ass.
Bobby gasped. He fell to his knees and began raining kisses all over her smooth, firm ass cheeks.
"Bobby, stop that," she protested.
But he was into it, and he had his hands on her ass, clutching the tight cheeks, spreading them, and before Prissy could argue, his tongue was wagging wildly up and down her tight ass crack, up and down, lapping, slicking, slapping, wiggling, licking.
"Uh, uh, ah, Bobbbeeee, don't… come on, please donnnnohhhhhh!"
His tongue licked up and down the crack of her divine ass, really sending a wild sensation through Prissy, turning her on and thrilling her with new vibrations of lust.
Prissy reached out with both hands and grasped a shelf that was filled with various canned goods, all those cans staring her in the face, the smell of flour in the pantry, that hot tongue licking the crack of her virgin ass.
Bobby was so excited just giving her gorgeous ass a rim-job he got another hard-on, and his prick was still sticky with the cum that April had sucked out of it.
His tongue slicked up and down the juicy crack of her ass. He licked and lapped, his tongue hooking out, wide, long, pink and wet.
"You, oh… you shouldn't be doin' that, Bobby Madison!"
"Oh, but I am, and you like it, too," he panted hotly.
"You do such dirty things!"
"Mmmmm, mmmm, yummy," he mumbled.
"Oh, stop that!"
Then his tongue was twirling at her whole. "Oh… oh, ahhhh," Prissy moaned with delight.
His tongue swirled at the rim of her ass, wiggled like a wild feather. She clutched the shelf for balance. She was weak with excitement.
Bobby kept up the hot tongue-action on her asshole, really swirling and twirling. He clutched at her ass cheeks, spread them out wide, made wild tongue-fucking love to her asshole.
"You've got the best ass goin'," Bobby gulped. "I love your butt, Prissy."
"Your lickin' my butthole… oh, Bobby!" she chirped.
He reached around her with one hand and hooked a finger into her pussy and began fingerfucking her while he ate her asshole.
She panted and gasped with joy at the hot finger and the slobbering tongue that were giving her so much pleasure, and Bobby was hot, too. His cock was bulging in his jeans in delight at Prissy's Goddess teen ass.
He could feel her on the edge of climax. He shoved his tongue viciously up her asshole, fucked his finger in and out of her cunt, and undid his jeans.
Bobby spun her around suddenly. Prissy banged back against the shelves. She reached out and got her balance. Bobby stood up. She gasped at his massive prick wobbling at her. Bobby bent his knees, put his feet solidly apart, grasped his prick and rubbed the tip into her fuzzy pussy.
"No, I told you – no fucking," she said.
But his cockhead had slipped in her juicy, wet cunt, and he had penetrated a couple of inches. He shoved harder and gave her more cock.
"Ufff. Ah!" Prissy grunted. She looked down and watched saw how his cock was connected to her slippery pussy. She shuddered with satisfaction.
Bobby began a slow fuck-stroke, giving her a full four inches. She was able to take his cock without any trouble. His cock was rigid and hard like a pipe. It fucked in and out easily.
"Bobby, don't. It's dirty," Prissy huffed.
"It's beautiful. Fuckin' is beautiful," he answered, swinging, rocking back and forth, sawing his giant prick at her sweet cunt.
Prissy reached out and put her arms around his neck, held on, tucked her chin in and looked down at the fucking action.
"You mustn't do it!" she cried.
But he was. His cock was thick and lugged in and out, plugging the teen angel's tight cunt. Prissy's chin was still tucked in, her head down, watching the slide of his prick fucking her pussy. Four big inches in her, and the rest like a pipe between them. Bobby's cock was slick and wet with her cunt juice.
"You know darn well you shouldn't be doin' this to me, Bobby," Prissy whispered.
"I'm gonna fuck you," Bobby huffed confidently.
Prissy reached down and jerked his cock out of her cunt. Her hand kept humming on his prickstalk. Bobby slid his finger in her cunt. She jacked furiously on his prick.
"I said no fuckin'," she gasped.
"Oh, Prissy, I love you, damnit," Bobby said.
Prissy's hand was sweet and tight on his cockstalk, and she jerked in and out with an overhand grip. Bobby slugged two fingers into her slurping pussy. They jerked each other there in the pantry, and Bobby knew he was experiencing a rapturous wonder that he probably would remember the rest of his life. A solid satisfaction sizzled his entire body. He felt Prissy stiffen.
"Prissy, honey!" he yelped.
His cock erupted. A thick wad of cum shot out and splashed against Prissy's belly. She looked beautiful there with her panties and shorts down on her ankles, her hand pumping on Bobby's hard prick.
"Oh, Bobby, here it comes," she sighed. "I'm gonna feel it!"
They shuddered together. Bobby's hard cock kept shooting his cream on her belly, and Prissy kept jacking on his cum-spurting cock.
"I love you," he panted.
Prissy slumped back against the shelves. "You're squirtin' all over me, Bobby. You shouldn't do that."
"But I love you."
"Oh, God, Bobby," she sobbed. Bobby fingered her cunt wildly as she came, and she fell forward into his arms. His big cock slapped up against her tummy and kept spurting cum.
He kissed her sweet lips.
"I liked it when you licked my butthole," Prissy whispered.
"I'll do it again," he said.
But a voice yelled: "All in free."