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The Evans Family
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
By ED DIPPUS
The Evans Family was in the midst of dinner when the phone rang.
Carol Evans, wife of Tim and mother to Tim Jr., Cheryl and Candy
got up to answer it. She returned to the table with news.
"Aunt Sal and Uncle Jim called to invite you kids out to the farm
for two weeks. What do you all think?"
Immediately a chorus of complaints rose from the three teens.
"Awww, Mom, I've got too much goin' on around here to go to some
dumb farm like I'm a kid anymore," said Jr. It was his last summer
before college.
"And I've got dates and things to do with the squad," complained
Cheryl, who had been a cheerleader all three years in high school.
"And I've got to drive my friends places," put in Candy, who had
just received her license during sophomore year.
But Tim Sr. put in the final word. "Nonsense," he said firmly,
waving his fork in the air "two weeks in June won't destroy your
whole summer. Besides, it'll give me an opportunity to paint your
bedrooms. Not having you guys underfoot will make it easier for me
all around. Carol, call my brother back and tell him 'Yes.' We'll
drive up this weekend and drop the kids off. Besides," he said as
he returned to his dinner, "you might like it."
All three kids rolled their eyes skyward, but they knew Tim's tone
meant no argument. Thus began the
Family's Summer Adventure.
Tim, Carol, Jr., Cheryl, Candy
Jim, Sal, Greg, Megan
As the family station wagon pulled away, Jr., Cheryl and Candy
realized that they were stuck on their uncle's farm in the middle
of nowhere for two whole weeks. Aunt Sal, recognizing their
surliness, decided to start things off right. "Everyone inside for
milk and cobbler." This appeal to their appetites made the city
Evans kids forget their predicament.
During the snack, the two families got to know one another a little
better. Junior right away sized up his cousin Megan. She was a
little older than his sister Cheryl, but both were entering their
senior years. She had a beautiful red hair which was slightly
coarse, an attractive face with pouty lips and a rounded nose,
across which a spray of freckles made their way. It was tough to
tell sitting down, but Jr. seemed to remember a nicely rounded ass
packed into her tight denim shorts. Her checked shirt bloused out
a bit, but he decided she had fairly nice tits. Jr. tried to
compare her figure to her mother's, but Aunt Sal wore a kind of
shapeless farm dress which revealed nothing of her shape. Jr. did
notice, however, that Megan had inherited her mother's hair and
green eyes. Several times during the snack, Megan's eyes briefly
met Jr.'s as he ogled her. Each time she smiled shyly and looked
down.
For her part, Cheryl had her eyes on cousin Greg. Greg was
slightly older than Tim Jr., but had a taller more wiry build. He
had straight dark hair and dark eyes. Greg stared boldly right
back at Cheryl. He took in her brown eyes and long, shining brown
hair. Her full lips opened onto a generous smile. But Greg
concentrated most of his attention on her 36-C breasts, which
pushed proudly against the white T-shirt she wore.
Clearly, there was some tension between Greg and Cheryl, and to a
lesser extent, between Jr. and Megan. Each teen was thinking how
long these two weeks would feel.
After the dishes had been cleaned up, with many "accidental"
touching of hands and meaningful looks, everyone went to their
rooms. Greg and Jr. shared one, the girls shared another. Before
his sisters could protest, Jr. jumped in the shower in the only
bathroom in the house. As he washed away the grit and weariness of
the long drive out, he couldn't help but think of his cousin's sexy
body. But, since Cheryl was pounding on the door, he could do no
more with his growing hard-on but hide it with a towel and head for
bed.
As Jr. changed, Greg noticed the de-tumescing between his legs.
"Hey, cuz, what's got you all worked up?"
"Nothing," Jr. answered back.
"Bullshit, you're hot for Megan, aren't you."
"No way!"
"Sure you are. It's alright, she's got a hot body. Hey," Greg
whispered conspiratorially, "want to see her naked?"
"What? How...? Sure," Jr. gulped.
Holding his finger to his lips, Greg got up and turned out the
lights. Next, he crossed over to the wall between their bedroom
and the girls'. He removed two pictures there, and was rewarded by
two pin-pricks of light emanating from the wall. Jr. knew what
came next, and each boy glued an eye to the peep-holes.
Holding back their gasps, Greg and Jr. were treated to the site of
their sisters, Megan and Cheryl, each clad only in panties. Candy
apparently was in the shower. They were facing the boys,
apparently looking in a mirror as Megan brushed Cheryl's drying
hair. Jr. fastened his gaze on Megan's full, rounded hooters, each
capped by a large reddish aureola. He could barely discern the
freckles in the valley between her breasts which paralleled those
on her nose. Greg, for his part, was enjoying the sight of
Cheryl's breasts, a bit pointier than her cousin's, but no less
sexy for that. Each boy also took note of his own sister, but each
was more entranced by his cousin.
Shortly thereafter, the girls finished the brushing, donned long t-
shirts for sleeping and turned out the light. The boys quietly
replaced the pictures and returned to their own beds. Each had a
hard-on which was soon taken care of by hand.
The next morning, all five cousins were put to hard work by Uncle
Jim and Aunt Sal. But after lunch, with the chores done, the
adults relented and let the kids hit the swimming hole. It was a
spring-fed pond, located back in some un-cleared acreage about a
quarter mile from the farm house.
At the clearing around the pond, the kids separated into the brush
to don their suits. Megan and Cheryl, who during the day had had
some whispered conferences of their own, waited until the boys were
out of sight, then tip-toed after them, shushing Candy as she
inquisitively followed them. The girls were just in time to see
the boys shucking their jeans and shorts. Wide-eyed, Candy could
not believe what her sister and cousin were up to, but she enjoyed
the sights as well.
As Jr. wriggled into his suit, Greg turned aside toward the bushes
to take a piss. He caught a flash of color from the corner of his
eye, and, without turning his head, swiveled his eyes toward that
color. He noticed his sister and cousins staring from boy to boy,
but they did not know he had seen them. "What's good for the
goose..." Greg thought, and filed it away for future use.
When the boys were almost done, the girls scampered off toward
their side of the clearing, changing on the run. Within a half-
minute of the boys' arrival at the pond, all three girls
cannonballed out of the brush into the water.
Swimming underwater, Cheryl saw a pair of legs up ahead, emanating
from red swim trunks: Greg. Boldly, Cheryl swam right between
those legs, then pulled them down, dunking her cousin under the
water. Greg pushed down himself, holding his attacker under
briefly, until he felt a tug on his suit. Grabbing his trunks with
both hands to keep from losing them, Greg let Cheryl up.
Sputtering, she splashed to the surface and back-stroked away.
Across the pond, Candy and Megan were double-teaming Jr. in a water
fight. Not liking the odds, Jr. dove under the water to escape.
Candy moved to cut off her big brother, who grabbed her legs and
dunked her under. Seeing this, Megan jumped on Jr.'s back, pushing
him down. As they tussled, Jr. made sure he got several handfuls
of Megan's breasts (always briefly and always 'accidentally'). He
couldn't be sure, but he thought she might have responded in kind.
This horseplay continued off and on, with each cousin taking bolder
liberties each time. Pretty soon, Greg, Jr., Megan and Cheryl were
all fairly worked up. Only Candy didn't seem to know what was
going on. Suddenly, they heard Aunt Sal calling them to dinner as
she made her way toward the pond. Immediately, they sprang apart,
guilty looks on their faces. Sal noticed this flurry and the
looks, and felt she had a pretty good idea of what was occurring.
But she wasn't sure and said nothing about it to the kids. To
herself she sighed "Ah, youth." then she told the five to hurry
up.
After dinner, Greg excused himself and headed out to the barn to
check on a calf. Cheryl had drawn dish duty. Megan and Jr. each
sat on the large porch swing, at seperate ends, while Candy decided
to go "exploring". Jim and Sal were inside.
After a bit, Cheryl came outside. "Where's Candy?" she asked.
"Off 'exploring'," Jr. said.
"In the dark? I'd better go find her."
From the barn, Greg watched Cheryl leave the porch and set off
toward one of the out-buildings. Cutting out the back end of the
barn, he contrived to round one corner behind the shed just as
Cheryl rounded the other. Startled, she jumped.
"Oh, Greg! You scared me."
"What are you doing out here, Cheryl?" he said, with a bold look on
his face.
"I'm, uh, out looking for Candy. She's out here somewhere."
"Been doing a lot of looking lately, huh?"
"Whatever do you mean, Greg?"
"I saw you peeking on us at the pond. Did you get an eyeful?"
"I, uh, gotta go look for Candy.
"She's a big girl, she can take care of herself. Of course, she's
not as big as you. But, hey, I think that in all fairness, you
should show me just how big you are."
"What?"
"I mean, fair's fair, you saw me naked, I should be able to see you
naked. Otherwise, I might have to tell my Mom what you gals did."
Cheryl was really warming to the topic. In fact, she would be glad
to strip off for Greg, even without the blackmail. She was just
surprised (and delighted) that matters had "come to a head" so
soon.
"Well, cuz, there's no need to go worrying your Mom over this, I
think we can work something out. But I only got a little peek this
afternoon. Why don't we both strip off now, in the interest of
fairness."
"Why, that's the fairest thing I've heard all day," Greg grinned,
and began skinning out of his clothes.
With a playful look, Cheryl teased at the button to her shorts,
waiting until Greg was down to his skivvies before popping it and
unzipping the zipper. As he watched avidly, she skinned out of the
shorts, then pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her
delicious breasts to the night breeze and Greg's hungry gaze.
Together they stripped off their underpants, then appraised each
other's naked form.
At about this time, a certain 'explorer' came around a clump of
bushes. Candy did a doubletake at the two naked forms before her,
then slid noiselessly back into the bushes. While she'd seen tons
of naked girls before, including her sister, she'd never set eyes
on a real naked boy. This was worth sitting still for.
"Well," Cheryl said.
"Yeah, well" said Greg.
That about summed it up as the two slid into each other's arms,
tongues locked in a clinch that gave new ferocity to the term
"kissing cousins". Greg's hands moved to Cheryl's breasts,
kneading them, tweaking the nipples. Cheryl, for her part, dropped
one hand to stroke the long, thin rod rising up from her cousin's
loins. She soon dropped to her knees and engulfed his meat into
her warm mouth.
Candy was aghast, but incredibly turned on. Loosening her own
shorts, she dipped one hand into her panties and began stroking a
finger between her already wet lips.
It was all Greg could do to keep his knees from buckling as his
sexy cousin gave him skull. Many country girls had balked at
performing fellatio, but this city chick was an old pro. Bobbing
and twisting her head, Cheryl worked her cousin's joystick in and
out, taking it deep then pulling back until just the crown was
between her lips. When she sensed Greg was getting close, she lay
back and said greedily "my turn".
Greg dove between her upraised knees and attacked the fleshy folds
of her twat with his tongue. In the bushes, Candy was mystified.
She had never heard of oral sex before, and was not sure if she
liked what she was seeing. But apparently, Cheryl and Greg liked
it alot, so she humped her hand harder and tried to imagine the
feelings.
Cheryl was in the throes of her third (silent) orgasm , arching her
back off the ground, when she felt her cousin move up between her
thighs. "Oh, yes, fuck me," she moaned. Greg positioned his long
dong outside her twat and P-U-S-H-E-D it in ever so slowly. Both
teens groaned in ecstasy as Cheryl's pussy gobbled up his dick. He
then began long, slow strokes which brought Cheryl to the brink of
another orgasm.
In the bushes, Candy herself was cumming hard into her panties.
She knew what fucking was and was enjoying the show her sister and
cousin were putting on. Moments later, Cheryl started cumming as
well, in great gulping spasms. Her clutching cunt muscles drove
Greg over the edge, and he drove deep into her, shooting wad after
wad of cum into her spasming depths, grunting with each shot. He
then collapsed weakly on top of his cousin and they kissed deeply.
"This might be an interesting two weeks after all," Cheryl giggled.
Buttoning her shorts in the bushes, Candy can't help but agree.
Evans 2
by ED DIPPUS
Ch. 2
Left alone on the porch swing, Junior and Megan continued to eye
each other appreciatively, occaisionally making eye contact. They
were clearly attracted to one another but not certain as to how to
proceed. After working up the nerve, Jr. finally decided to invite
his cousin to sit closer. But just as he cleared his throat, the
screen door groaned and Uncle Jim and Aunt Sal joined them on the
porch with a tray full of glasses and a pitcher of lemonade.
"Where is everyone?" Sal asked.
"Out for a walk, I guess," Jr. replied nervously.
After pouring for the teens, Jim and Sal settled into a couple of
deck chairs with their own glasses. Moments later Candy returned.
"My dear," Sal said to her niece "you look positively flushed. Are
you feeling well."
"Yeah, sure, fine" Candy mumbled dazedly, still recovering from her
voyeuristic orgasm. "I was just, uh, running back. I thought I
heard an animal."
Then Greg and Cheryl appeared, trying not to look like they'd been
together. But this pair of cousins also had a slightly breathless
air about them.
"Appears as though that 'animal' has been chasing everyone," Jim
remarked.
Junior and Megan exchanged looks. Their respecive siblings said
nothing, and the matter appeared to be dropped.
Later, that night Jr. accosted Greg as they prepared for bed. "What
were you three doing out there?"
"Who three?" Greg said, genuinely puzzled. He could only account
for two.
"You and my sisters, Candy and Cheryl."
"I have no idea what Candy was doing," Greg declared, then hastily
added "... or Cheryl either." But it was too late, Jr. had caught
the slip.
"Oh, so you were with Cheryl. What happened?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, come on, Greg, I can smell sex a mile away, and you guys were
a lot closer than that."
"Well, maybe," Greg admitted. After all, hadn't they spied on
their sisters the previous night?
Jr. got genuinely excited. "Really, oh wow, cool. What was it
like, doing my sister, I mean, like with your cousin?"
"Pretty cool," Greg admitted, "Cheryl's one hot piece of ass."
"How did you ever con her out of her panties?" Jr. demanded.
"No sweat, I told her I'd seen them spying on us... oh, forgot to
tell you they peeked at the pond... and sort of blackmailed her
into a show-me session. Honestly, I didn't have to push too hard,
she was hot for it."
"Far out!" Jr. said. "Greg, you gotta help me get into Megan's
drawers. I mean, fair's fair. You fucked my sister..."
"Yeah, no problem, but you gotta tell me all about it."
"Sure, but first tell me all about Cheryl."
As the two youths chatted away, Jim and Sal lay in bed together,
staring at the ceiling and idly fondling one another while talking.
Sal brought the conversation back around to the strange behavior of
the children.
"You know, those kids were acting mighty rambunctious out by the
pool. And mighty guilty when they found out I was there."
"What do you mean?" Jim asked sleepily.
"Oh, I don't know. There were really physical with each other. I
think they were teasing. In fact," she said, as a light when on in
her head, "I'll bet that's why Greg and Cheryl acted so weird
tonight."
"Huh?" Jim woke up a little at that.
"I mean, I think our boy just fucked his cousin Cheryl."
It took a second for the words to register, but immediately
thereafter Sal sensed a change in Jim: he got rock hard!
"Jim Evans!" she said, mock severely, "did the thought of those
young bodies get you hard?"
"What..? Oh, no, not at all. It was just your playing with... and
being so sexy and all."
"Bullshit, husband of mine. But since you're 'up', we may as well
put this to good use." At this, Sal lowered her head and began to
blow her husband.
As her practiced tongue fluttered up and down his rod, Jim closed
his eyes and imagined the erotic scene of Greg and Cheryl. Then he
flashed on Candy joining them. "She must have," he thought, "she
was a wreck too." Then he thought about Jr. and Megan, his own
daughter. Surely they must be, too. Suddenly, Jim realized that
he'd been idly appreciating Megan's form for some time now. He
tried to imagine what she looked like nude, sucking her cousin's
cock.
Such erotic images made his hips really start to buck. Sal noticed
this enthusiasm. She also shrewdly guessed the source. Never one
to look a gift stallion in the dick, however, she simply climbed
aboard her husband's hips and reaped the benefits of his incest-
filled mind.
"Thinking about the girls, huh," she grinned, riding up and down.
"No," Jim gasped, without much conviction.
"Oh yes you are," she said, teasingly. "Thinking about Cheryl.
About that long brown hair tickling your belly. Those high-setting
titties like half a cantalope each." Jim groaned.
"Or Candy," she continued, "little blonde Candy with the budding
boobs. That sweet little ass grinding on your crotch." She ground
her pelvis down to demonstrate, and her husband groaned again, then
gasped "no".
"Or Megan," she added, "your own daughter..." she felt him shiver
beneath her and knew she had him "sweet, red-headed Megan. Hair
like mine, so red. Tits like mine, so full. Here feel my tits,
honey. Feel my tits, Daddy. Oh Daddy, I want you to fuck me hard.
Squeeze my titties while I ride you. Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, I'm
coming, Daddy, come with me!"
Sal's own talk had heated her up beyond belief. But her mimicking
her daughter drove her husband over the edge. With a shout of
"Yes!" he ground his fingers into her tits and buried his spurting
cock deep in Sal's spasming pussy. "Yes! Oh, baby. Yes!"
Then they both collapsed, spent. After a few minutes, as Jim's
cock shrivelled inside her and slipped out, Sal spoke softly to her
resting husband. "It's okay, baby. Those are some sexy kids. I'm
hot for the boys as much as you are for the girls. And hell, I'd
even have some fun with the girls, too. Let's find out if they
really are all fucking. Then maybe we can do something about it."
"MMMmmmm," was his only reply, as he drifted off to sleep thinking
extremely naughty, but pleasant, thoughts.
EVANS 3
by ED DIPPUS
Ch. 3
The next morning after breakfast, Greg steered Cheryl away from the
group unobtrusively. Once they reached the living room, Cheryl
reached up, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply on
the lips, making sure to slip her sexy cousin plenty of tongue.
"I'm so horny," she whispered, "can we get it on somewhere soon?"
"Oh God," he groaned back, "I'd love to, but Mom told me to take
Jr. fishing today. Besides, I've got to talk to you."
"Who needs talk?" she giggled, slipping a hand down to massage the
front of his shorts.
"No really, it's about Jr." Greg insisted. "He knows about us."
Cheryl was concerned, "Oh, no. Will he tell on us?"
"No, no," he said impatiently, "It's not like that at all. In
fact, he wants to get in on the act with Megan."
"Your sister?" she gasped.
"No, dummy, Megan the cow. Of course my sister. And we've gotta
help them."
"Oh, wow, neat!" Cheryl giggled again, "But how can we help?"
"Well, I can't very well walk up to my sister and say 'Hey, I've
been fucking Cheryl and Jr. wants to fuck you.' We figure that if
you kind of brought the subject up during some 'girl talk' it might
seem more natural."
"Oh, I see, 'girl talk'. I don't think your sister will take too
much persuading, though. She seemed pretty interested in Jr.'s
package when you guys were changing."
"I think you're right. Jr. says they were making some pretty
significant eye contact last night. We've just got to help them
make more than eye contact. I'm sure she's willing, just a little
shy about sex, especially with her cousin."
"Okay, I'll see what I can stir up. I'll encourage her to get
together with Jr. But I have one condition."
"Uh, what's that?"
"As long as I get to watch."
"I think that can be arranged," Greg grinned. Then the two shared
another hot kiss before rejoining the family.
That afternoon, as Greg and Jr. were out fishing, Megan, Cheryl and
Candy climbed up in the hayloft of the barn to rest and chat after
helping Sal clean house. All day long, Cheryl had been trying to
maneuver Megan away from Candy and Sal so that they could have
their little talk, but a propitious moment never arose. Even now,
she had tried to get Megan up the stairs in the barn without Candy,
but her younger sister obstinately tagged along.
So the conversation proceeded along normal channels, centering on
school, clothes, music and a little bit on boys, but nothing
blatantly sexual. Each girl was sprawled out on a pile of soft,
sweet hay, not really looking at the others, aimlessly chatting
while watching dust motes float around in the afternoon heat: a
truly lazy scene.
Cheryl was in the middle of describing the spring dance when Candy
raised her head up and said "Hey, what's that? Do you guys hear
something?"
A faint growling and snarling drifted up to the girls from the
floor of the barn below.
"It sounds like two dogs fighting," Cheryl said.
The girls jumped lay down on their stomachs at the edge of the
loft, poking their heads under the railing so they could look down
and see the commotion. Sure enough, Megan's golden retriever Sam
was embroiled in a struggle with a mongrel, one of several dogs
which lived on the farm as quasi-pets.
"They ARE fighting!" Candy exclaimed. "Won't Sam get hurt?"
"Naw, they're not fighting," Megan snorted, "that bitch is in heat.
Sam's gonna mount her."
"You mean they're gonna fuck," Cheryl smirked.
"Oh, wow," Candy giggled.
"Shut up," the two older girls said in unison.
Wordlessly, the three girls watched as Sam chased the bitch in a
tight circle, pawing and sniffing at her rump. Finally the bitch
settled down and planted her hind legs apart. Sam immediately
climbed aboard, pulling at her flanks with his front paws while
hunching his hindquarters into hers. Eventually he settled his
dick into her and started humping rhythmically.
Although none of the three could actually see the penetration from
above, each girl shivered involuntarily as dark thoughts of
sexuality obscured their minds. Cheryl thought back to getting
humped by Greg, then thought ahead to making it with him doggie
style. In fact, that was what she wanted right now: a hard,
animalistic fuck.
Candy also thought about last night. Then, just as now, she was
merely a passive voyeur. The only difference was that last night
she could stroke her sweet pussy while observing the action. Now
she could only grind her clothed mons against the floor of the
hayloft.
Megan also was turned on by the sight below, but for different
reasons than the other two. She also ground her hips against the
floor, wishing she could shuck her jeans and masturbate...or
better.
Soon, Sam reached a climax. His hips speeded up to a blur, then
jerked almost to a complete halt. The bitch was still fastened
securely to him, they had gotten into a tie, but it didn't last
long. Sam tried to dismount a little too soon and ended up with
one hind leg comically cocked over the bitch's back, stilled joined
to her at the groin. But the knot in his doggy cock went down
enough for them to pop loose. The bitch immediately trotted away,
and Sam settled down on his side to lick and clean his long, pink
dick.
The sight of his organ burned into the minds of the three girls, as
they heaved a collective sigh and crawled back to their piles of
hay. "Wow," said Megan, "was that ever heavy duty."
"Yeah," Cheryl agreed, "I've never seen people do it, but if it's
half as erotic as that was, it must be amazing."
"Oh, it is," blurted Candy, without even thinking.
"What?!?!" her sister and cousin chorused.
"I mean, it must be. I mean... oh, I don't know what I mean."
Megan asked "When did you ever see to people making it?"
"Yeah, exactly when?" Cheryl pressed, having a sneaking suspicion
as to what the answer would be.
Candy looked her sister in the eye and saw that Cheryl knew "Last
night," she said in a small voice.
"Oh, great," Cheryl snorted, "my sister the voyeur!"
"What?" Megan pleaded "Who did she see? What's going on?"
"Go ahead and tell her."
"Last night, I accidentally saw Cheryl and, um Greg, uh, doing it
behind the crib."
"Really?" Megan hooted, "Oh, wow. Neat!"
"Neat?" Cheryl asked.
"Well, yeah. It's just, um, I kind of like Jr. And if you and
Greg... if it's okay... then maybe, you know..." Megan trailed off,
embarassed.
"No, that's great," Cheryl said, "That's what I've been wanting to
talk to you about all day, but I didn't want to say anything in
front of the brat."
"Hey!" Candy said indignantly.
Cheryl went on, ignoring her, "Greg told me this morning that Jr.
wants you, too. They asked me to set it up with you. No, that's
cool, Megan. Go ahead. Confidentially, it's a blast."
"But what about me?" Candy wailed, "Who do I get to fuck?"
Startled by the question, Cheryl and Megan looked at each other,
then turned back to Candy. Cheryl hesitated, looked like she was
going to say something, opened her mouth and...
"CHERYL! CHERYL EVANS! Come on down and help your old aunt fix
supper." It was Aunt Sal, calling up from the barn door. Cheryl
looked back at Candy, shrugged, and scampered down the steps.
Candy turned to Megan.
"Well," she said.
"'Well' what?" Megan asked back, uneasily.
"Cheryl and Greg, you and Junior, Aunt Sal and Uncle Jim. Who does
that leave me? I want sex too, but no one is interested in ME. I
don't even know anything about it, and no one wants to teach me."
Candy seemed on the verge of tears, and Megan wanted to help her.
But she honestly didn't know what to suggest. Finally, she latched
on to the last part of Candy's lament, and decided to begin there.
"Well, Candy," she said gently, "I don't know a whole lot about
sex. But I'll be glad to teach you what I do know."
"Really?" Candy said, brightening a bit.
"Sure," said her cousin, "who knows, maybe even if you learn a lot,
maybe Greg might want to help you out."
"Really?!" Candy really brightened, "When can we start."
"Right now, I guess. Well, you've seen fucking. I've seen it on
a lot of animals. In fact, everything I know about sex has come
from the animals and a little bit from Mom and from checking out
myself."
"Yourself?"
"Right, um, let's see. Well, here..." and with that, Megan stripped
off her t-shirt. She then shucked her shorts. "You get naked,
too," she encouraged, "if you want to learn."
Candy eagerly complied, and soon the two cousins were standing
naked, awkwardly facing each other.
"Okay, ummm, let's sit down," Megan said. She knew what she
wanted to do with her young cousin, but she was a bit miffed on how
to start it off. The two sat down facing each other, their legs
spread and knees bent. Candy, who was used to seeing naked girls
(like her sister), did not seem fazed by the pose, so Megan decided
to plunge ahead.
"Well, if you've seen Greg and Cheryl, then you know what fucking
is, like when guys and girls do it. But there are other ways to
have fun."
"Like licking one another?" Candy asked.
"Yeah, where did you... oh, Greg and Cheryl."
"Yeah, it looked like a lot of fun."
"It is, but you can't do it to yourself. You've got to use your
hand on yourself."
"Okay," Candy said expectantly.
"Okay, well, first you should get to know your errogenous zones.
Those are the places on your body where stuff feels real good.
Like your tits."
Here Megan wet her fingers and began to rub around her nipples.
Immediately the red caps of her tits stood out, and the nipples
thickened and lengthened. "Go ahead," she urged, "you do it."
Candy immediately followed suit. But this was tame to her. She
could touch herself anytime, like she did last night. She wanted
CONTACT.
"Isn't this more fun if someone else does it for you?" she
demanded.
"Yes," Megan admitted.
"Well, then," Candy hopped up and knee walked over to her startled
older cousin, "you do me and I'll do you."
Delighted, Megan dropped her own heavy globes and raised her hands
to tweak her cousin's smaller but developing tits.
"Yeah," Candy said, then hefted Megan's tits from below. For a
few minutes they continued like that, Candy kneeling between
Megan's legs, her smaller hands kneading the older girl's bosoms,
her fingers occasionally flicking the nipples. Megan, for her
part, rolled her cousin's nipples between wet thumbs and
forefingers. Both girls' breathing got heavier in the still air of
the barn.
Finally, the disparity in their positions became more evident to
Megan, who realized she had been leaning closer and closer to her
young cousin's chest. Without thought or hesitation, as soon as
the urge struck her, she lowered her head to Candy's breast and
sucked it into her mouth.
"Oh, yesss," Candy breathed, closing her eyes and cradling her
cousin's titian tresses.
Megan sucked and licked Candy remorselessly, as the younger girl
got hotter and hotter. Then she brought her hand up between the
girl's legs, and cupped the moist, pouty pussy lips.
"Ohh, MEGan," Candy moaned. Then she pulled Megan's head up from
her breasts for a kiss.
Like a breaking dam, that kiss unleashed a torrent of passion.
Megan sank back, pulling Candy down on top of her. The two nubile
young bodies writhed against one another, the younger girl's
firmer, pointier breasts mashing and molding themselves into the
more pillowy tits of her cousin. Soon two sets of female lips made
their wet ways to many other female body parts. Unspoken agreement
sent them into a loving 69. Candy eagerly plunged her face into
the red-frilled pussy beneath her, savoring her first taste of
pussy.
But before they got too far into their passion, as sudden wet
coldness intruded itself into Candy's exposed pussy, making her
jump up in surprise. Almost simultaneously, Megan yelled out "SAM,
NO!"
The two girls ended up sitting again, facing each other and Sam the
dog, who, hearing the commotion above him had come to investigate.
Faced with one of his favorite smells in the world, he had
naturally dived in.
"Bad dog," Megan scolded, "Candy, I'm sorry. It's my fault."
"How is it your fault?" Candy asked, "He didn't know what he was
doing."
"I'm afraid he does," Megan admitted sheepishly, looking down.
"How did he... you mean... Oh my GOD!" Cnady was surprised, but,
oddly enough, not disgusted. Her mind, besotted with lust, flashed
back on the tableau of Sam fucking the bitch earlier. Her lust
both unsated and undiminshed made her extremely interested. "What
can he do?"
Surprised, Megan looked up. She saw the eager lust written in her
cousin's face. No longer ashamed, she warmed to the idea of
introducing her young cousin to another form of pleasure. "Anything
you want," she answered in an oddly husky voice.
Without further ado, Candy leaned back and spread her legs. "Make
him eat me," she commanded.
Megan crawled over to sit beside Candy. "C'mere Sam," she cajoled.
Sam walked warily up to the girls, then sat down between Candy's
splayed feet.
Megan leaned over her cousin's hip and fingered her clit. Candy
squirmed a bit and Sam looked interested. Megan continued to rub
her cousin's pussy, now and then sliding a finger between the lips.
Finally, she began actively rubbing Candy's wet pussy. All the
while Sam looked on avidly, his nostrils flaring.
"This is how it started between Sam and me," Megan explained. "I
always came up here to rub off, and one day Sam was watching me.
I was thinking about getting licked when all of a sudden it
happened. I went off so hard I almost blacked out. Sam got scared
and ran away. At first I was shocked, but then I didn't care. It
felt so good I wanted it to happen again and again. And it has."
All the while, Candy was getting wetter and wetter. Finally Megan
held her hand in front of Sam, who started licking Candy's juices
of it. Megan withdrew her hand and Sam followed after it. She
laid it on her cousin's pubic bone, patting the matt of hair
beneath and saying, "Come on, Sam."
Tentatively he leaned in, then instinct took over. The first lick
wiped Candy's crotch from anus to clit, and she came like a
skyrocket. But Sam didn't stop licking, and eventually settled
into a deep, steady lap into her pussy.
Candy settled down into the rhythm as well, enjoying the feel of
the almost prehensile canine tongue fucking her. As long as Sam
stayed away from her clit she could keep from going crazy.
For her part, once Megan saw that Candy and Sam were getting on
okay, she began to think about her own enjoyment. She decided to
practice her fellatio techniques just in case Jr. liked having his
cock sucked.
She made Sam stand up by raising his hindquarters off the floor of
the loft. For a second, his nose was pushed deeper into Candy's
crotch, who moaned deeply. But he never missed a lick.
Megan slid underneath her pet and found herself "eye-to-eye" with
Sam's pink doggy prick which was lolling out of its sheath.
Without hesitation she sucked it between her lips and started a
back and forth motion. Although it was not fast enough to make the
dog cum, it still felt good to both girl and dog. Megan cradled
one arm under her head and started using the other to jack off.
This tableau continued until Sam's deep, long licks began to get
the better of the young teen. Candy felt the impending orgasm
begin deep inside her, gathering force the way a tsunami does when
rushing down on a beach. The slow, steady licks, relentless as the
tide, never varying enough to send her over the edge or to let her
fall back bore her higher and higher. Straining with every fiber
in her being, her back arched, her nipples upthrust, her pussy
offered straight up to the dog, Candy began a series of short
explosive moans. "Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh!...Oh!...OH!...OH!!..." until
finally, mercifully, her climax came. "OhhhhhhhOhhhhhMy
Gaaaahhhhhd" Candy moaned in a loud voice which rose to a shriek.
Then, abruptly, it stopped. Panting, relaxed and totally
fulfilled, Candy opened her eyes to find Sam and Megan grinning
down at her. "That was incredible," she breathed.
"Glad you thought so," Megan smiled, but with a hint of an edge to
her voice, "but now it's my turn."
So saying, she turned toward a haybale. Megan pulled an old blanket
from behind it and spread it over the top. Why she did became
clear in a minute as she lay her whole upper body down on the bale,
leaving her ass thrust up in the air.
"Come, Sam," she husked.
Sam didn't have to be asked twice. His pump was primed by Megan's
sucking, and he came up quickly behind his mistress. He hopped up
over her back and placed his paws on either side of her on the
bale. His haunches wagged comically back and forth as he tried to
get his dick into a hole. But Megan wasn't laughing as she reached
back with one hand and guided her pet's cock into her pussy. Once
inside, Sam took a little hop forward then began fucking at the
furious pace he had exhibited before.
Utterly fascinated by the bestial coupling, Candy came over and sat
next to the bale. Megans arms were cradled beneath her head and
her eyes were closed. She looked like she might have been
sleeping were it not for the fact that her whole body vibrated to
Sam's ministrations.
"How does it feel?" Candy asked, awed.
"Great," Megan murmured.
"No, HOW does it feel?"
"Oh, it goes real fast and it's long and thin, much longer than a
boy's cock but much thinner too, until the end."
"What happens at the end?" Candy asked.
"The head swells up and it stuffs me full. Then he comes."
"Don't you get stuck?"
"We haven't yet. I was afraid we might but I must be too big."
"How did you teach him this?"
"I didn't, he just seemed to know how. I wanted him to try so I
bent over a bale. At first I scratched my boobs, but then I saw
this blanket there in the corner. Once I was in position, Sam knew
what to do."
"Ohh," then Candy shut up and watched. Sam's tongue was lolling
out of his mouth as he hunched his dick into his mistress. Megan
kept the same blissful look on her face, occasionally rocking a
bit, but staying mostly still for fear of upsetting Sam's balance.
After a bit, Megan moaned and said "Ohh, I can feel him swelling
now."
A bit more and Megan began moaning more. "He's getting much bigger
and it feels great. Oh I feel so filled." Her breath started
coming in pants now.
"Oh..I..feel..so..filled..upp..an..I..guh..I..guh..I'm...
CUMMMMING! Ahh! Ohh! Ohh!" Sam speeded up as his mistress'
spasming pussy gripped him tighter, then Megan felt the hot flow of
his doggy jizz pouring into her pussy. It only intensified her
orgasm.
Finally, Sam dropped his front paws down from the bale. With an
audible "SCHLUP" his prick came free from Megan's pussy. He
retired to a corner and began licking himslef clean. "I wish I was
doing that" Candy thought.
Meanwhile, Megan stood up, dog jizz running in streams down her
legs. She used the blanket to clean herself up, then folded it and
put it back in the corner. She then came and lay down next to
Candy. "Well, now you know everything I know," she said as they
cradled each other."
"Not quite," Candy said, "I still haven't been fucked yet."
"Well, maybe tomorrow Sam can help you. Maybe we can even get
Greg, if he's not too busy with your sister. In the meantime, we
have each other."
"Yeah," Candy said, but before they could even kiss, Sal's voice
came from the house. "Girls! Supper!"
Giggling, the two scrambled for their clothes.
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