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

by Ron Taylor (mobi)

  "What the hell are you doing here?" she asked.

  On the other side of the screen, Jim Robbins smiled. He was a big, rangy man, sun-bronzed, even his hair given a golden glint by the exposure to the sun's rays. But even though he was a Robbins, he was surely smart enough to know that he wasn't at all welcome on this side of the property fences.

  "I need to talk to you, Molly," he said, leaning against the screen. "Can I come in?"

  "I suppose so," she replied huffily. "But I'm busy, so I hope you'll make it quick."

  He came into the kitchen. He leaned his ass across the sink, arms folded across his broad chest. Molly stared at him. She'd almost forgotten how good-looking he was. Back when she and Jim were teenagers, he'd been what the girls today would call totally radical or a real fox. He'd always known it, too, damn him!

  "I didn't shoot any of your cattle, if that's what you're here about, Jim," she said, "but I gave you fair warning. If you and the boys can't keep them on your side of the fence..."

  "It isn't my cows that have crossed the line," Jim said. "It's my two boys. I missed them -- the lazy jerks had chores that they just skipped out on -- and when I went looking, I found them at the pond up in the woods. I've told them a hundred times not to go over there, that you might get after them with a shotgun, but you boys never listen. Neither do girls, right, Molly?"

  She flushed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

  Jim smiled. "Not everyone seems to know that the Lawrences and the Robbinses hate each other. My boys are up there with a couple of girls. Betsy's one of them. The other is a pretty, kinda tall young redhead -- your niece? Louise's girl? Jesus, she doesn't take after her mother at all, does she? I'm not shocked, Molly, and I figure you shouldn't be either, but, well, they're not feuding, fussing, and fighting, if you get my drift."

  "I don't," Molly said. "What are you telling me?"

  Jim laughed out loud. "Well," he said, "when I got a look at them, Joey was on top of Betsy, and the redhead with the big tits was on top of Chad. Joey's never been much for running after girls, but Chad has had his cock in every girl that would hold still long enough, and from where I stood, it looked as if the redhead had just about screwed him to a frazzle."

  Molly stomped over to where he was standing and she hauled off and slapped him, hard, across the face. "HOW dare you come in my house and tell me something like that, you son of a bitch!" she snapped. She drew back her hand to hit him again, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up against him.

  "Don't be such a bitch, Molly!" he said.

  "You were always too pretty and too sweet to be as mean as you act with me." She was panting hard, but her breath almost stopped when he put his other arm around the small of her back and cased her body against his own.

  "You bastard! Coming in here, telling me dirty stories about my daughter and my niece..."

  "How about us? I remember you were just about Betsy's age when you used to sneak up to the pond and skinny-dip on hot days just like this, Molly. Remember? I used to watch you through binoculars from our side of the line. And then that day I didn't feel like watching any more, and I came down to join you -- remember that?"

  Molly gave a moaning sobbing cry. "It was a long time ago," she said. "I've grown up since then. I've been married and divorced, and I don't play games like that now. No, no don't do that, Jim, please!"

  His mouth covered hers, his hands exploring her body. She felt naked, despite her jeans and shirt, and felt as if he were naked against her.

  It seemed like a hundred years ago. The only time she hadn't worried about the Lawrence/Robbins feud. She'd met him a dozen times at the pond that summer, and they'd taught each other things about sex that neither had ever suspected separately. His had been the first cock in her mouth, and the first cock in her pussy. She'd been young, Jim eighteen, and for a summer she'd thought she was in love.

  Kid stuff. And now as he told her the obscene things he claimed to have seen in the woods, as he kissed her mouth and felt her ass, she could feel those long ago sensations starting to simmer inside her body.

  His grip relaxed and she eased back slightly, though she didn't pull away from him. The taste of his mouth was still hot on her own, and the imprint of his body, with his cock almost totally erect inside his jeans, still clung to Molly. He held her hand in his own, stroking her with the tips of his fingers.

  "Please," she said, "don't!"

  He put his other hand on the front of her shirt. She stared down, hardly believing that she was allowing him to undo her buttons. She closed her eyes and all she could see was the girls, in the woods, cavorting with Jim's two sons. There was no use telling him he lied. She knew in her bones that it was true. She wasn't shocked, just surprised. Almost as surprised as she was by the way she was reacting now to Jim Robbins' advances.

  Sure, she'd let him fuck her when they were both teenagers, and despite the fact that her father and his father were almost gun-carrying enemies. But it was something that had happened one summer when she was too carried away by her newly-awakened body to know the difference between right and wrong. That wasn't true now. She was a grown woman and she knew she shouldn't let him touch her, but she was powerless to stop him, now that he had laid his hands on her.

  He opened her shirt. "Your tits have grown a lot since the summer of '65," he said, rubbing the back of his hand across the left cup of her bra. Her head jerked as if she'd been slapped. She could feel her nipple erecting against the cloth of the bra. His hand pressed down against it. She groaned, just as his hand turned over and he took hold of her tit. "They're just as soft and squeezable, though," he added, lifting the cup of the bra and baring her tit. His finger began to circle around the pale brown edge of her nipple.

  Molly, looking down, could see her tit erect a little more with every encircling stroke of his fingertip. The finger moved over and covered the nipple's paint, pushing as if it were a button.

  He removed her shirt, then her bra. "This is crazy!" she said. "We're not kids, Jim. We're supposed to be adults. My family hates yours."

  "We're the last of the Lawrences and Robbinses left here in Meigs County," he said, "and you know it as well as I do. So who the fuck cares now if your grandfather got my grandfather sent to the penitentiary for moonshining in 1932? I don't. Do you?" His hands moved insistently on her tits, milking at the stiffened nipples.

  "It was your grandfather who got mine sent up," she corrected him. "Or was it? God, I don't think I really remember!" His hands on her tits had driven so much out of her mind. She closed her eyes and stroked his hands with her own.

  "We don't even remember why we hate each other!" he said, leaning down to lick at her tits. "I think it's time to bury the hatchet. Don't you, Molly? Jesus, when I saw your kids and mine up there today, fucking like hot little rabbits, having the time of their lives, I remembered you and me, doing the same thing up there back in '65. And then we got caught up in the old family hatred, and we never got back together. I've wondered a lot whether it would have been a lot different if we had. I think it would have, Molly."

  He was unhooking her jeans. She kept saying no, but not even Molly believed the sound of her voice. She was already reaching out to cup the bulge in the front of his jeans, remembering the first time she had put her hand on his cock, twenty years ago. She'd been so excited, and a virgin, too. She wasn't a virgin now, but God, she was sure she was almost as excited as she had been all those years ago. She sucked in her breath and reached for his zipper, thrusting her hand inside Jim Robbins' pants. Her hand contacted the swollen meat of his cock and she gasped at its size and its stiffness.

  "Let's not do it here," he said. "We oughta get comfortable. Your bedroom?"

  Molly shook her head. "Why not the parlor?" she said. "I've always wanted to fuck in my mother's parlor." She giggled like a teenager and stepped out of her fallen jeans, then pulled off her panties and dropped them to the floor, standing before Jim Robbins in an unbuttoned shirt, a hoisted-up bra,
with a warm smile on her face.

  She couldn't believe that she was actually getting fucked in her mother's antique love seat. But wasn't that what a love seat should be for? Molly straddled Jim Robbins' lap, her pussy lifting and falling up and down the stiff lance of his prick. She was sure he hadn't been this big when he fucked her back in '65. He'd have ripped her open with a cock the size of this one.

  And it was even better now. She wasn't a shy, tense virgin. She remembered the thrill she had felt the first time his cock bit into her, and the fear she'd felt that her dad might come along and catch them fucking, and the pleasure that had blossomed the longer Jim's cock sank into her hungry tight cunt. It all came back to her now, while riding his prick on the love seat. She hadn't been with a man in almost four years; until Jim's prick stabbed up her pussy she hadn't been aware how much she missed it.

  She moved up and down, milking his prick with the muscles of her cunt. "I'm a little better than the first time, hmmm, Jimmy?" she teased, squeezing on his cockmeat. His hands pulled at her tits; he leaned over her shoulder to let his mouth meet hers. His thrusts deepened, hardened. She was full of his cock, and she wanted to be even more full. She ground down, her pussy labes flaring, and she tried to swallow his balls as well as his cock. Juices oozed down her sluice as he filled her again and again, and her stomach was doing flip-flops of excitement.

  His hands went down to her pussy. She leaned back, opening herself to his caresses. He found her clit and he began to fondle it, and the cock-spread labes of Molly's cunt.

  "Why did we wait so long to do this again?" he wondered, panting hard as he fucked all his lust into her. Molly couldn't answer. Her throat felt raw, and her heart pounded too madly to allow her mind to form coherent thoughts.

  Her tongue began to itch. Forcefully, she lifted herself from Jim's cock. He thrust up, into the empty air, two times, three times, almost unaware that she was no longer riding his prick. Molly spun around, sank to her knees before him, her mouth making for the stiffness of his cock. She swallowed the prick and gulped it straight down to the balls, half-choking as he thrust deeply, into her oral wetness.

  She hadn't sucked a cock in almost ten years, since well before she and her ex-husband were divorced. She'd never really cared for the act, except years ago, when she and Jim had spent a magic summer at the pond in the woods. She'd drunk his prick dry back then, eagerly, hungrily, as the squirting cum filled her mouth. As she took him deep into her gullet now, she felt the same kind of excitement that had driven her to a frenzy of erotic madness back then. His cock was tangy with the juices of her dripping cunt, and she sucked her cunt flavors from his cockmeat, relishing them as much as she did the meaty taste of Jim's prick.

  She worked him with her mouth, using tricks she hadn't been aware she knew. She kissed up and down his cockshaft, sucking as her lips moved on him. She sucked at his balls, too, working her tongue around and around them, taking them in her mouth one at a time for some gentle but hot stimulation. Her fist worked excitedly up and down his stiff prick, sliding the outer shell of flesh along the bone-like interior. He was humping up and down from the chair's seat, his cock thrusting fiercely, powerfully, in her fist's tight grip.

  She followed the long prominent trail of his cum vein back up his cock's shaft, tongue coming onto the highly sensitive area just below the tip of his cock. She held him upright and she fluttered her tongue like an insect across the flared-out area, then did the same to his big purple cockknob, licking till it glistened, and sucking till it shone.

  She slid her tongue over his cockknob again, wetting him down, and making him throb with passion.

  Her mouth fitted over the cocktip, then worked up and down, no more than an inch and a half of his prick slamming in and out of Molly's mouth. Her lips were loose, but just snug enough to let him feel the friction as he worked back and forth, and in and out. Her tongue whipped around and around his cock as he fucked her mouth, and she could taste cum leaking out of his prick, a little of it coating her tongue with each fresh swallow she made on his cock.

  She knew it was crazy. What if Amy and Betsy walked into the house while she was sucking off the family's enemy? Molly resisted the urge to giggle. Who were Amy and Betsy to be shocked at anything she might do? Besides, Molly remembered the summer she and Jim had spent fucking at the pond. It took a team of horses to drag her away from the place, as long as Jim was able to get his cock hard enough to fuck her just once more time.

  "Yes, yes!" she panted. "Do it, baby! Come in my mouth!"

  Her lips worked up and down, taking him inside, loving him, spitting him out and swallowing him again. She'd never been particularly wild about sucking cock. God only knew where she had picked up the knack of sucking his long fat prick all the way into her throat. She had started doing it spontaneously, gagging a little the first couple of times, but coming back in spite of it, sucking him down again and again.

  She closed her lips around the head of his cock and she used her fist on his cock, squeezing his balls with her other hand. She was rough, she was hot, she was horny. And so was he. His cock swelled and vibrated under her oral and manual ministrations, and the cum oozed from his cock-slit. She tasted the sweet hot fluid, and felt her body tingle in response. She squeezed up the end of his prick and she worked her tongue back and forth through his piss slit until she heard him gasp and groan.

  His cockhead swelled to almost twice its normal size inside Molly's mouth, and then her mouth was filled with the sudden, hot gush of his squirting jism. Her cheeks puffed out as the blast poured into her, and she could feel the hot cum leaking from her lips even as she sucked it down her throat. She didn't stop gulping on Jim's prick, either. Her mouth clutched him, sucking hard, working up and down, constantly stimulating his enlarged cockknob, frictioning more and more squirts of greasy viscous jizz from the tip of his cock.

  Her mouth clutched at his cock even after he'd gone dry, and she bit him, she sucked him, she chewed the gristly meat of his boner, making sure he stayed as stiff as a board. The energy flowed through Jim's prick, and the head of his stiff cock banged at the back of her mouth. She choked and gagged as he rammed her, and she knew he was definitely up for the count. Raising her head, she looked up, and she licked his overflow semen from her lips.

  "Eat me now," she suggested, "You were good when you were a kid, but I bet you've lost the knack now that you're just a dirty old man."

  "The fuck you say!" Jim grinned, coming down off the love seat to join her on the floor. He smashed her mouth with his own, bearing Molly down onto the floor. She lay trembling under him, her legs kicking straight out. His hands were all over her body, and so was his mouth.

  "Get up on the seat," he said huskily, and Molly climbed up, her legs spread wide. The brown hair of her pussy was sopping wet, and the flared out labes of her cunt stuck out, glistening with invitation.

  He threw himself into her crotch, licking swiftly up her legs, avoiding the pussy itself while he drove her crazy with oral caresses everywhere else between her knees and her navel. As he licked her lower belly, rimming occasionally at her belly button, he thrust two fingers into her open-lipped pouting pussy, spearing deep. Molly screamed and almost jumped to the ceiling.

  He peeled the pussy labes back and bared her pink clit. It only took two strokes of a pussy soaked finger over her clit before it came tipping out, and when it did, he began to give it a work over with his tongue that had Molly's cunt squishing wet within seconds. His tongue laved up and down the whole split of her cunt, and she began to twist and writhe, her legs spreading even farther.

  "Are you gonna eat me, or are you just gonna fuck around?" she panted hotly.

  "Both," he smiled, bending in to her cunt once more, his lips dripping as he sniffed at, then licked at, the crease of her sweet, hot, wet pussy.

  CHAPTER NINE

  He pursed his mouth above her cunt and sucked as if he meant to vacuum her cunt inside out. She felt a load of pussy juice rushing down her cunt
tube, his tongue thrusting up her pussy to jiggle it around. Her body was in a turmoil. Fucking Jim Robbins was the very last thing in the world Molly Lawrence ever thought she'd do again, and she'd already had his cock in her mouth, her cunt, and here she sprawled on her mother's antique love seat, her legs spraddled and Jim's tongue a mile and a half up her pussy tube!

  He licked and reamed the inside of her cuntal sheath until she was screaming with the rages of her lust. She wrapped her legs around his neck and pulled him into her pussy, using her hands on his head, forcing her cunt up into his oral grip. He bit at the soft protruding cuntal labes, then licked and kissed the hurt away. His tongue and teeth ravished her clit, sending white-hot spurts of sexual agony and delight through Molly's body. She tightened her legs on his neck, dragging him deeper and deeper into her pussy.

  "Suck it, you bastard!" she growled. "You got it cooking -- now you can fucking eat it!"

  Jesus, did he eat her! She ran through two or three orgasms and her body was still hot and hungry for more. She kept feeding him her cunt, and he just kept eating into her. He had a tireless tongue, and his fingers got inside her pussy and kept the pot stewing while he nursed on her aroused clit.

  She came, for maybe the fourth time, and she felt as if she were exploding. All her liquid contents had oozed down the rippling chute of her pussy and into his mouth. His finger worked dry inside her hole, and each thrust was a raw delicious agony.

  She couldn't fuck him now. Her pussy was nothing but raw flesh inside. His fingers made her moan with the sweet savage pain. He thrust, and she arched up from the love seat, her cunt gulping at him, but so fucking wonderfully sore.

  He got up, licking his pussy-smeared lips. She saw the glisten of her cuntal fluids all over his face. She pulled him up onto her, legs circling his body, and she licked her juices off his skin. His tongue speared into Molly's mouth the way it had fucked up her pussy, and she trembled in delight. He moved down to suck at her tits.