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turned, dropping the pile on the bed. Dory put out a quick hand
to
steady it.
"There, you should find a blanket you like in that pile,"
Elizabeth said
as she sat on the bed. The pile bounced, dangerously close to
falling.
Dory leaped forward and slapped a hand down on the pile of
blankets
again.
"Sure, I don't need much, it's really not that cold. Thanks
for your
help."
"No problem, mom said to help or she'd skin me alive. Ooops,"
Elizabeth
supposed to say that."
"I understand," Dory said with a quick smile. "I'm kind of
scared
too. This is really strange to me, I've never been out of
Cincinnati
before, much less seen a farm. Does it always smell like
this?"
"Sure, I guess. You get used to it."
"I'll try. Why does your brother always stare at me,
Elizabeth?"
"Billy has never seen a grown up girl with tits like yours,"
Elizabeth
nodded at Dory's chest as she bounced on the mattress. "They're
kind
of nice," Elizabeth finally admitted. She looked down at her own
nearly flat
chest with a frown. "I don't know how you get them to grow, mine
sure
won't."
"You've spent your whole life on a farm, you grow muscles, not
tits.
Tit's come from fat."
"Really? So if I was fat I'd have tits?"
"Probably," Dory said uncomfortably. Although she was the same
age
as her cousin, she felt like she was light-years ahead of
Elizabeth in most
areas. "Where is everybody anyway? Shouldn't we be working or
something?"
"Naw, not today. I'm supposed to show you around. Dad's
working the
Regan place, that's a place about ten miles away that we bought
from old
man Regan. Mom went to a cattle auction to look at calves,
neither of
them will be back until midnight. My pervert brother is probably
down at
the calf pen getting sucked off again," Elizabeth said
enviously.
"What?" Dory said in surprised horror.
"Getting sucked off. You know..."
"Yes, I know what it means, but who's doing it?"
"The calves," Elizabeth said in surprise.
"You've got to be kidding," Dory said in disbelief.
"No, he's always down there. Do you want to see?"
"No!" Dory said, turning deep red. "Do you really watch him?"
she
finally asked tentatively.
"When I'm bored. It's kind of exciting, in a way. Come on, we
can
watch through the haymow and he'll never know," Elizabeth leaped
to her feet
and grabbed Dory's hand. She dragged Dory downstairs at breakneck
speeds, then out across the yard to the front of the barn. They
entered
the haymow through a small trap door above the milking parlor. In
a
moment they were sneaking across the nearly empty haymow to the
small
square door leading to the calf pen. Elizabeth placed a finger on
her lips
and gently pulled the string that opened the door. She slipped
the loop
over a nail and laid down to look through the door. Elizabeth
noticed
Dory's absence and turned, beckoning her forward.
"See, down there," Elizabeth pointed to the far side of the
barn.
"You can't see anything at all," Dory said in disappointment.
"All
"He's not, he's getting sucked off again. Sometimes I wish
that girls
were built the same way as boys, so we could get sucked off too,"
Elizabeth
said turning toward Dory. She suddenly realized that Dory's face
was
two inches from her own. She looked at the soft, red, lips and
leaned
forward to kiss them impulsively.
"Hey, what'd you do that for?" Dory restrained the impulse to
wipe
her lips on the back of her hand.
"I don't know, you just looked so sweet. Sorry."
"That's all right, Mom used to kiss me all the time. I kind of
miss
it."
"I'm sorry about your Mom, I wanted to tell you at the
funeral, but
there were so many people around I couldn't talk to you."
"I didn't want to talk to anybody anyway, but they wouldn't
leave me
alone," Dory said resentfully.
"You want to talk now?" Elizabeth's voice was so sympathetic
that Dory
felt like crying.
"No."
"Ok. Can I kiss you again?"
"Ok, I guess. But not a deep one, I can't stand deep
kisses."
"Fine, I don't know what they are anyway," Elizabeth whispered
as she
moved her mouth closer to Dory's while looking into her soft,
brown
eyes. Dory finally closed her eyes and let her lips touch her
cousin's. At first it was a delicate touch. In a moment it grew
more
urgent. Dory felt an arm go around her body. She rolled over on
her
back and allowed Elizabeth to lay atop her. As the kiss grew more
prolonged
and more passionate, Dory felt Elizabeth's tongue explore her
mouth. She
didn't mind any more, she opened her mouth and fenced with her
tongue.
She sucked Elizabeth's tongue into her mouth and giggled at the
desperate
choking sound coming from Elizabeth.
"What are you trying to do, rip my tongue out?" Elizabeth
complained
loudly. She suddenly remembered her brother in the calf barn.
With a
hiss she leaned gently forward and looked through the small door.
Billy
was gone. She pulled the loop from the nail and lowered the
door.
"I'm hot," Elizabeth finally confessed.
"Me too," Dory said with a soft smile. "I fantasied about
taking a
roll in the hay, but never with a girl, especially my own
cousin."
"Never mind, it's an old joke."
"Dory, can you do me one more favor?"
"What?" Dory asked suspiciously.
"Well I know we'll be roommates for the next couple of years,
but I'd
really like to see your tits up close, while we have a chance.
I've
never seen a pair of soft, firm tits like yours before in my
life."
"You want me to take my blouse off and show you my tits? Dory
asked
incredulously.
"Yeah. Do you mind?" Elizabeth's face was so innocent that
Dory knew
she couldn't be faking such naivety.
"Well ok, but just a couple of buttons. I'm not laying up here
with
my chest hanging out if your brother comes up," Dory said as she
began
to unbutton the top buttons of her blouse.
"He won't be up. He does the same thing every day, he reads
his
smutty books, heads for the calf barn, then takes a shower and
goes to
sleep for a couple of hours. Except today he didn't read his
smutty
books, probably because he was fantasizing about you," Elizabeth
said with a
giggle.
"There, that's it," Dory said as she pulled open the top of
her
"Are you wearing a bra?" Elizabeth asked as her slender hand
shot out and
began to fondle Dory's left breast.
"Sort of it's the kind that lifts... ouh," Dory said with a
soft
sigh.
"Does that feel good?" Elizabeth asked excitedly. She rubbed
her finger
over the nipple again and watched Dory's mature, sweet face twist
in
pleasure.
"Yeah, real good," Dory sighed with her eyes closed.
"Maybe I can be the calf," Elizabeth said in a playful voice.
Before
Dory could open her eyes to see what Elizabeth meant, she felt a
pair of
warm lips on her nipple. Elizabeth sucked and tongued the nipple
to
incredible hardness. She felt the remaining buttons being undone
as
Elizabeth's lips moved to the other nipple and nursed on that one
as well.
Dory moaned and arched on the hay, mumbling meaningless
encouragements. Elizabeth threw open her blouse and massaged her
stomach as
she suckled her breast.
Within a few more minutes Dory was lost in her own world. With
her
eyes closed she didn't know who was sucking on her nipple, or
care. She
snaked her hand down to her plaid skirt and pulled it up in a
series of
quick jerks. She slipped her finger inside the seam of her
panties and
began rubbing her little button. Elizabeth had started a fire in
her loins
that had to be put out.
Elizabeth stopped and looked at Dory in surprise. She watched
the
intense expression on Dory's face, then slid down to watch her
bringing herself to orgasm. Elizabeth sniffed as she noticed the
aroma of Dory's pussy filling the air. Elizabeth leaned forward,
sniffing
experimentally and taking a closer look. She was fascinated. It
was
incredible, watching Dory's finger probing the tiny little
envelope at
the center of her pussy. Elizabeth impulsively took the slender
hand, pulled
it to her mouth, and sucked the finger which had been bringing
Dory to
the brink of orgasm. Dory cried an objection. Elizabeth was
shaking so
hard she thought her bones would rattle. She had never been so
excited
and so scared in her life. Her own little pussy was burning. She
was so
horny that she would have done anything.
"I'm going to lick you," Elizabeth said in finality. Dory's
head jerked
up at the sound of the tiny voice, it brought her back to
reality. She
watched as Elizabeth moved around between her legs and lowered
her little
face within inches of her pussy. Dory wanted to cry out an
objection,
but she was so hot she needed relief. She watched over the folds
of her
plaid skirt as the face drew closer. Afraid that Elizabeth would
back out at
the last second, she held her breath. As if watching in a dream,
she saw
Elizabeth move out of sight beneath her skirt. Elizabeth snuggled
up between
Dory's open thighs, then extend her tongue and move closer.
The first exciting contact made Dory suppress a scream.
Elizabeth's
surprised eyes went to her face, then she realized it was a
scream of
pleasure, not pain. She licked the pussy liberally, from the very
bottom
pleasing manner. Elizabeth's moist lips sampled Dory's flavor for
a
moment, then she began licking vigorously. She burrowed her
little face
into Dory's crotch and began sucking and licking the clit.
Noticing
that Dory made too much noise when she did that, she moved her
puckered lips to Dory's vulva, sucked and slid her tongue up
inside
her. She felt Dory's pussy clenching around her tongue and it
reminded
her of Dory sucking her tongue into her mouth. Methodically,
Elizabeth
began tongue fucking Dory, sliding her tongue in and out of the
withering girl as fast as she could. When her mouth and tongue
grew
tired she switched and began licking Dory's pussy from the hole
at the
bottom to the little v at the top. She tried to lick fast, like a
dog
drinking water. She couldn't make her tongue move that fast, but
it must
have been fast enough. Dory was panting and groaning on the hay,
rolling around and humping her pussy against her face, all at the
same
time.
Everything she did seemed to make Dory scream, so she decided
to
get it over quickly. Holding the crotch of the panties to one
side,
Elizabeth spread the pussy as well and began torturing the clit.
She pressed
her tongue against the little button and pressed back and forth
where it
hid in the fleshy little envelope.
Dory arched her back. She was emitting a series of grunting
sighs
now. Her desperate hands flew down and grabbed the back of
Elizabeth's head,
pulling her face tightly into her crotch. Elizabeth had no choice
but to
press her lips around the clit and suck hard. She managed to get
in a
few licks occasionally, but Dory was humping her face so hard
that she
doubted if the beautiful girl even felt it. Dory was in a world
of her
own. The pants grew louder and louder until Dory let out a
high-pitched scream and shot up off the hay. She mashed
Elizabeth's face
into her crotch as wave after wave struck her. One convulsion
after
sucking lips.
The orgasm seemed to go on forever. After a long time Dory
relaxed
on the hay and pushed Elizabeth's persistent face out of her
crotch.
"No more, sweetie, I can't stand it."
"Why?" Elizabeth asked in disappointment. "I wish I could stay
down there
all day."
"If you don't know why, then you've never had an orgasm," Dory
said
as her body returned to normal.
"No, I've never had sex," Elizabeth slowly admitted.
"You're kidding," Dory shot up off the hay and looked at her
cousin."
"No," Elizabeth said simply, slightly ashamed of such an
admission.
"Well get those jeans off and spread those little legs cousin,
because anybody who can do me like that, deserves an orgasm."
"Really?" Elizabeth asked excitedly. She never believed that
Dory would
ever do it to her.
"Really," Dory said with a gusty sigh.
Elizabeth began fumbling with the metal button with nervous
fingers.
Dory suddenly pulled her hands away and slipped the button, then
yanked the zipper down by ripping the top wide. Elizabeth leaned
far back on
her shoulders so her cousin could pull the jeans off. She was
left in
her white cotton panties and her blue men's shirt.
"Those too," Dory commanded, pointing at the panties.
"But the hay pokes me," Elizabeth complained.
"Here, sit on this," Dory folded the jeans and handed them to
Elizabeth. Elizabeth lifted her little ass and slid the jeans
under it. While it
was lifted Dory yanked down the cotton panties to reveal a little
girl's pussy.
"Oh, how cute," Dory said in admiration.
"Thanks," Elizabeth said in embarrassment. "It hasn't grown
much either."
"It's absolutely perfect, just the way it is. Men... and
women, would
go crazy over a pussy like that. It looks absolutely
delicious."
Elizabeth turned red in embarrassment. She couldn't believe
that she was
laying in her haymow, discussing her pussy with her 18 year old
cousin.
"Undue that too," Dory suddenly pointed at the shirt. With
clumsy,
shaking fingers, Elizabeth slowly complied. She slowly pulled
open her shirt
for Dory to admire her chest. It was also a little girl's
chest.
"You're just a late bloomer, Elizabeth. There's nothing to
feel inferior
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. See how your nipples look puffy and
swollen?"
"Yeah?"
"That means they still have some growing to do. You have the
body of
a fourteen year old, that's all. And now, I'm going to taste that
little
body," Dory said as she leaned forward. She shook her hair back
out of
her face as she laid down between Elizabeth's slender little
legs.
"This is kinky," Dory said as she settled into place.
"What?"
"I feel like I'm eating my little sister."
"I'll be anything you want, as long as you stop the burning
down
there," Elizabeth said shyly.
Dory gently kissed her inner thigh and Elizabeth arched her
back,
clenching her fists in the hay. Dory smiled and positioned her
lips
above the little pussy. She smelled the fragrant, little-girl
aroma
coming from Elizabeth's crotch and envied her immediately. With
no further
delays Dory sealed her mouth over the nearly hairless pussy. She
worked her mouth from side to side, slightly rotating her head as
she
french-kissed the sweet little mound. Her busy tongue probed the
very
moist folds of flesh, lapping and tasting inside Elizabeth's tiny
lips.
Elizabeth's juices virtually exploded into her mouth. Dory was
busy
drinking the nectar until it slowly ran out.
Elizabeth was immediately shocked by all the strong, almost
painful
feelings striking her through her pussy. It took her a moment to
get
over her shyness and apprehension. Once she realized that her
pussy was
acceptable to Dory, and that Dory was truly enjoying her taste,
Elizabeth relaxed and let the fire consume her loins. It was hard
at first
to deal with the feeling that she had to pee, but eventually she
realized that it was a separate feeling, similar, but much more
intense.
She knew if she peed in Dory's mouth she would quit licking her,
and
that was the very last thing on Earth she wanted. She wrapped her
little
legs tightly around Dory's head and pulled her tightly into her
crotch, while humping her sex against Dory's mouth. It took only
a
moment to go from the first burning passion, to a full blown
orgasm.
Elizabeth sat up so she could see Dory eating her. As she
gasped and
moaned, she petted Dory's sweaty hair and urged her on with
meaningless babble. As the orgasm broke Elizabeth clenched Dory's
face
between her little hands and let her head fall back as she
screamed at
the old, web-covered wooden timbers. She panted and humped her
sex
against Dory's mouth, then let go and fell back on the hay,
rolling
from side to side. As the orgasm died she shot up and pushed
Dory's
juice-covered face away.
Dory smiled and licked her lips. She slowly raised up to her
knees
and watched Elizabeth's content face slowly go through a hundred
changes.
She was waiting for the last change, the look of guilt and
revulsion.
But it wasn't there. Elizabeth rolled over and giggled.
"You have slime on your face," Elizabeth said with another
giggle.
"I know. How do you feel?"
"I feel more alive than I've ever felt before. I... I feel
like doing
it again. Do you?"
"Hey, girlfriend, let's wait until we recover. We will be
roommates
for the next couple of years, you know."
"Oh yeah," Elizabeth said in wonder. "Wow. Maybe we can do it
every
night," she said joyfully.
"Most likely," Dory said with a laugh. "Now can you help me
finish
unpacking?"
"Sure, anything you want," Elizabeth jumped to her feet and
began pulling
clothes on.
As they returned to the upstairs bedroom Elizabeth suddenly
noticed that
Dory's hair was full of hay. Dory turned Elizabeth around and
batted at
her own hair. In a moment they took turns brushing their hair.
Billy suddenly entered without knocking. He looked very
self-satisfied
as he strolled over to lean against the dresser, with his chest
all
puffed out. Dory felt like telling him that getting sucked by a
calf
was not exactly a conquest. But she didn't need to say anything,
Billy
found his own means of punishment. He watched them combing each
other's
hair for a moment, then his puzzled glance fell on the hay laying
all
over the floor. His eyes widened in horror. He spun around and
left,
with a slam of the door.
"Well he knows we were watching him," Elizabeth said with a
giggle.
"He sure does. Let's make sure that's all he finds out. I want
a dead
bolt on my door from now on."
Elizabeth nodded wordlessly as she enjoyed Dory pulling the
brush
through her hair. Dory was going to be a very special visitor and
she
would enjoy her as much as she could.
turned, dropping the pile on the bed. Dory put out a quick hand
to
steady it.
"There, you should find a blanket you like in that pile,"
Elizabeth said
as she sat on the bed. The pile bounced, dangerously close to
falling.
Dory leaped forward and slapped a hand down on the pile of
blankets
again.
"Sure, I don't need much, it's really not that cold. Thanks
for your
help."
"No problem, mom said to help or she'd skin me alive. Ooops,"
Elizabeth
supposed to say that."
"I understand," Dory said with a quick smile. "I'm kind of
scared
too. This is really strange to me, I've never been out of
Cincinnati
before, much less seen a farm. Does it always smell like
this?"
"Sure, I guess. You get used to it."
"I'll try. Why does your brother always stare at me,
Elizabeth?"
"Billy has never seen a grown up girl with tits like yours,"
Elizabeth
nodded at Dory's chest as she bounced on the mattress. "They're
kind
of nice," Elizabeth finally admitted. She looked down at her own
nearly flat
chest with a frown. "I don't know how you get them to grow, mine
sure
won't."
"You've spent your whole life on a farm, you grow muscles, not
tits.
Tit's come from fat."
"Really? So if I was fat I'd have tits?"
"Probably," Dory said uncomfortably. Although she was the same
age
as her cousin, she felt like she was light-years ahead of
Elizabeth in most
areas. "Where is everybody anyway? Shouldn't we be working or
something?"
"Naw, not today. I'm supposed to show you around. Dad's
working the
Regan place, that's a place about ten miles away that we bought
from old
man Regan. Mom went to a cattle auction to look at calves,
neither of
them will be back until midnight. My pervert brother is probably
down at
the calf pen getting sucked off again," Elizabeth said
enviously.
"What?" Dory said in surprised horror.
"Getting sucked off. You know..."
"Yes, I know what it means, but who's doing it?"
"The calves," Elizabeth said in surprise.
"You've got to be kidding," Dory said in disbelief.
"No, he's always down there. Do you want to see?"
"No!" Dory said, turning deep red. "Do you really watch him?"
she
finally asked tentatively.
"When I'm bored. It's kind of exciting, in a way. Come on, we
can
watch through the haymow and he'll never know," Elizabeth leaped
to her feet
and grabbed Dory's hand. She dragged Dory downstairs at breakneck
speeds, then out across the yard to the front of the barn. They
entered
the haymow through a small trap door above the milking parlor. In
a
moment they were sneaking across the nearly empty haymow to the
small
square door leading to the calf pen. Elizabeth placed a finger on
her lips
and gently pulled the string that opened the door. She slipped
the loop
over a nail and laid down to look through the door. Elizabeth
noticed
Dory's absence and turned, beckoning her forward.
"See, down there," Elizabeth pointed to the far side of the
barn.
"You can't see anything at all," Dory said in disappointment.
"All
"He's not, he's getting sucked off again. Sometimes I wish
that girls
were built the same way as boys, so we could get sucked off too,"
Elizabeth
said turning toward Dory. She suddenly realized that Dory's face
was
two inches from her own. She looked at the soft, red, lips and
leaned
forward to kiss them impulsively.
"Hey, what'd you do that for?" Dory restrained the impulse to
wipe
her lips on the back of her hand.
"I don't know, you just looked so sweet. Sorry."
"That's all right, Mom used to kiss me all the time. I kind of
miss
it."
"I'm sorry about your Mom, I wanted to tell you at the
funeral, but
there were so many people around I couldn't talk to you."
"I didn't want to talk to anybody anyway, but they wouldn't
leave me
alone," Dory said resentfully.
"You want to talk now?" Elizabeth's voice was so sympathetic
that Dory
felt like crying.
"No."
"Ok. Can I kiss you again?"
"Ok, I guess. But not a deep one, I can't stand deep
kisses."
"Fine, I don't know what they are anyway," Elizabeth whispered
as she
moved her mouth closer to Dory's while looking into her soft,
brown
eyes. Dory finally closed her eyes and let her lips touch her
cousin's. At first it was a delicate touch. In a moment it grew
more
urgent. Dory felt an arm go around her body. She rolled over on
her
back and allowed Elizabeth to lay atop her. As the kiss grew more
prolonged
and more passionate, Dory felt Elizabeth's tongue explore her
mouth. She
didn't mind any more, she opened her mouth and fenced with her
tongue.
She sucked Elizabeth's tongue into her mouth and giggled at the
desperate
choking sound coming from Elizabeth.
"What are you trying to do, rip my tongue out?" Elizabeth
complained
loudly. She suddenly remembered her brother in the calf barn.
With a
hiss she leaned gently forward and looked through the small door.
Billy
was gone. She pulled the loop from the nail and lowered the
door.
"I'm hot," Elizabeth finally confessed.
"Me too," Dory said with a soft smile. "I fantasied about
taking a
roll in the hay, but never with a girl, especially my own
cousin."
"Never mind, it's an old joke."
"Dory, can you do me one more favor?"
"What?" Dory asked suspiciously.
"Well I know we'll be roommates for the next couple of years,
but I'd
really like to see your tits up close, while we have a chance.
I've
never seen a pair of soft, firm tits like yours before in my
life."
"You want me to take my blouse off and show you my tits? Dory
asked
incredulously.
"Yeah. Do you mind?" Elizabeth's face was so innocent that
Dory knew
she couldn't be faking such naivety.
"Well ok, but just a couple of buttons. I'm not laying up here
with
my chest hanging out if your brother comes up," Dory said as she
began
to unbutton the top buttons of her blouse.
"He won't be up. He does the same thing every day, he reads
his
smutty books, heads for the calf barn, then takes a shower and
goes to
sleep for a couple of hours. Except today he didn't read his
smutty
books, probably because he was fantasizing about you," Elizabeth
said with a
giggle.
"There, that's it," Dory said as she pulled open the top of
her
"Are you wearing a bra?" Elizabeth asked as her slender hand
shot out and
began to fondle Dory's left breast.
"Sort of it's the kind that lifts... ouh," Dory said with a
soft
sigh.
"Does that feel good?" Elizabeth asked excitedly. She rubbed
her finger
over the nipple again and watched Dory's mature, sweet face twist
in
pleasure.
"Yeah, real good," Dory sighed with her eyes closed.
"Maybe I can be the calf," Elizabeth said in a playful voice.
Before
Dory could open her eyes to see what Elizabeth meant, she felt a
pair of
warm lips on her nipple. Elizabeth sucked and tongued the nipple
to
incredible hardness. She felt the remaining buttons being undone
as
Elizabeth's lips moved to the other nipple and nursed on that one
as well.
Dory moaned and arched on the hay, mumbling meaningless
encouragements. Elizabeth threw open her blouse and massaged her
stomach as
she suckled her breast.
Within a few more minutes Dory was lost in her own world. With
her
eyes closed she didn't know who was sucking on her nipple, or
care. She
snaked her hand down to her plaid skirt and pulled it up in a
series of
quick jerks. She slipped her finger inside the seam of her
panties and
began rubbing her little button. Elizabeth had started a fire in
her loins
that had to be put out.
Elizabeth stopped and looked at Dory in surprise. She watched
the
intense expression on Dory's face, then slid down to watch her
bringing herself to orgasm. Elizabeth sniffed as she noticed the
aroma of Dory's pussy filling the air. Elizabeth leaned forward,
sniffing
experimentally and taking a closer look. She was fascinated. It
was
incredible, watching Dory's finger probing the tiny little
envelope at
the center of her pussy. Elizabeth impulsively took the slender
hand, pulled
it to her mouth, and sucked the finger which had been bringing
Dory to
the brink of orgasm. Dory cried an objection. Elizabeth was
shaking so
hard she thought her bones would rattle. She had never been so
excited
and so scared in her life. Her own little pussy was burning. She
was so
horny that she would have done anything.
"I'm going to lick you," Elizabeth said in finality. Dory's
head jerked
up at the sound of the tiny voice, it brought her back to
reality. She
watched as Elizabeth moved around between her legs and lowered
her little
face within inches of her pussy. Dory wanted to cry out an
objection,
but she was so hot she needed relief. She watched over the folds
of her
plaid skirt as the face drew closer. Afraid that Elizabeth would
back out at
the last second, she held her breath. As if watching in a dream,
she saw
Elizabeth move out of sight beneath her skirt. Elizabeth snuggled
up between
Dory's open thighs, then extend her tongue and move closer.
The first exciting contact made Dory suppress a scream.
Elizabeth's
surprised eyes went to her face, then she realized it was a
scream of
pleasure, not pain. She licked the pussy liberally, from the very
bottom
pleasing manner. Elizabeth's moist lips sampled Dory's flavor for
a
moment, then she began licking vigorously. She burrowed her
little face
into Dory's crotch and began sucking and licking the clit.
Noticing
that Dory made too much noise when she did that, she moved her
puckered lips to Dory's vulva, sucked and slid her tongue up
inside
her. She felt Dory's pussy clenching around her tongue and it
reminded
her of Dory sucking her tongue into her mouth. Methodically,
Elizabeth
began tongue fucking Dory, sliding her tongue in and out of the
withering girl as fast as she could. When her mouth and tongue
grew
tired she switched and began licking Dory's pussy from the hole
at the
bottom to the little v at the top. She tried to lick fast, like a
dog
drinking water. She couldn't make her tongue move that fast, but
it must
have been fast enough. Dory was panting and groaning on the hay,
rolling around and humping her pussy against her face, all at the
same
time.
Everything she did seemed to make Dory scream, so she decided
to
get it over quickly. Holding the crotch of the panties to one
side,
Elizabeth spread the pussy as well and began torturing the clit.
She pressed
her tongue against the little button and pressed back and forth
where it
hid in the fleshy little envelope.
Dory arched her back. She was emitting a series of grunting
sighs
now. Her desperate hands flew down and grabbed the back of
Elizabeth's head,
pulling her face tightly into her crotch. Elizabeth had no choice
but to
press her lips around the clit and suck hard. She managed to get
in a
few licks occasionally, but Dory was humping her face so hard
that she
doubted if the beautiful girl even felt it. Dory was in a world
of her
own. The pants grew louder and louder until Dory let out a
high-pitched scream and shot up off the hay. She mashed
Elizabeth's face
into her crotch as wave after wave struck her. One convulsion
after
sucking lips.
The orgasm seemed to go on forever. After a long time Dory
relaxed
on the hay and pushed Elizabeth's persistent face out of her
crotch.
"No more, sweetie, I can't stand it."
"Why?" Elizabeth asked in disappointment. "I wish I could stay
down there
all day."
"If you don't know why, then you've never had an orgasm," Dory
said
as her body returned to normal.
"No, I've never had sex," Elizabeth slowly admitted.
"You're kidding," Dory shot up off the hay and looked at her
cousin."
"No," Elizabeth said simply, slightly ashamed of such an
admission.
"Well get those jeans off and spread those little legs cousin,
because anybody who can do me like that, deserves an orgasm."
"Really?" Elizabeth asked excitedly. She never believed that
Dory would
ever do it to her.
"Really," Dory said with a gusty sigh.
Elizabeth began fumbling with the metal button with nervous
fingers.
Dory suddenly pulled her hands away and slipped the button, then
yanked the zipper down by ripping the top wide. Elizabeth leaned
far back on
her shoulders so her cousin could pull the jeans off. She was
left in
her white cotton panties and her blue men's shirt.
"Those too," Dory commanded, pointing at the panties.
"But the hay pokes me," Elizabeth complained.
"Here, sit on this," Dory folded the jeans and handed them to
Elizabeth. Elizabeth lifted her little ass and slid the jeans
under it. While it
was lifted Dory yanked down the cotton panties to reveal a little
girl's pussy.
"Oh, how cute," Dory said in admiration.
"Thanks," Elizabeth said in embarrassment. "It hasn't grown
much either."
"It's absolutely perfect, just the way it is. Men... and
women, would
go crazy over a pussy like that. It looks absolutely
delicious."
Elizabeth turned red in embarrassment. She couldn't believe
that she was
laying in her haymow, discussing her pussy with her 18 year old
cousin.
"Undue that too," Dory suddenly pointed at the shirt. With
clumsy,
shaking fingers, Elizabeth slowly complied. She slowly pulled
open her shirt
for Dory to admire her chest. It was also a little girl's
chest.
"You're just a late bloomer, Elizabeth. There's nothing to
feel inferior
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. See how your nipples look puffy and
swollen?"
"Yeah?"
"That means they still have some growing to do. You have the
body of
a fourteen year old, that's all. And now, I'm going to taste that
little
body," Dory said as she leaned forward. She shook her hair back
out of
her face as she laid down between Elizabeth's slender little
legs.
"This is kinky," Dory said as she settled into place.
"What?"
"I feel like I'm eating my little sister."
"I'll be anything you want, as long as you stop the burning
down
there," Elizabeth said shyly.
Dory gently kissed her inner thigh and Elizabeth arched her
back,
clenching her fists in the hay. Dory smiled and positioned her
lips
above the little pussy. She smelled the fragrant, little-girl
aroma
coming from Elizabeth's crotch and envied her immediately. With
no further
delays Dory sealed her mouth over the nearly hairless pussy. She
worked her mouth from side to side, slightly rotating her head as
she
french-kissed the sweet little mound. Her busy tongue probed the
very
moist folds of flesh, lapping and tasting inside Elizabeth's tiny
lips.
Elizabeth's juices virtually exploded into her mouth. Dory was
busy
drinking the nectar until it slowly ran out.
Elizabeth was immediately shocked by all the strong, almost
painful
feelings striking her through her pussy. It took her a moment to
get
over her shyness and apprehension. Once she realized that her
pussy was
acceptable to Dory, and that Dory was truly enjoying her taste,
Elizabeth relaxed and let the fire consume her loins. It was hard
at first
to deal with the feeling that she had to pee, but eventually she
realized that it was a separate feeling, similar, but much more
intense.
She knew if she peed in Dory's mouth she would quit licking her,
and
that was the very last thing on Earth she wanted. She wrapped her
little
legs tightly around Dory's head and pulled her tightly into her
crotch, while humping her sex against Dory's mouth. It took only
a
moment to go from the first burning passion, to a full blown
orgasm.
Elizabeth sat up so she could see Dory eating her. As she
gasped and
moaned, she petted Dory's sweaty hair and urged her on with
meaningless babble. As the orgasm broke Elizabeth clenched Dory's
face
between her little hands and let her head fall back as she
screamed at
the old, web-covered wooden timbers. She panted and humped her
sex
against Dory's mouth, then let go and fell back on the hay,
rolling
from side to side. As the orgasm died she shot up and pushed
Dory's
juice-covered face away.
Dory smiled and licked her lips. She slowly raised up to her
knees
and watched Elizabeth's content face slowly go through a hundred
changes.
She was waiting for the last change, the look of guilt and
revulsion.
But it wasn't there. Elizabeth rolled over and giggled.
"You have slime on your face," Elizabeth said with another
giggle.
"I know. How do you feel?"
"I feel more alive than I've ever felt before. I... I feel
like doing
it again. Do you?"
"Hey, girlfriend, let's wait until we recover. We will be
roommates
for the next couple of years, you know."
"Oh yeah," Elizabeth said in wonder. "Wow. Maybe we can do it
every
night," she said joyfully.
"Most likely," Dory said with a laugh. "Now can you help me
finish
unpacking?"
"Sure, anything you want," Elizabeth jumped to her feet and
began pulling
clothes on.
As they returned to the upstairs bedroom Elizabeth suddenly
noticed that
Dory's hair was full of hay. Dory turned Elizabeth around and
batted at
her own hair. In a moment they took turns brushing their hair.
Billy suddenly entered without knocking. He looked very
self-satisfied
as he strolled over to lean against the dresser, with his chest
all
puffed out. Dory felt like telling him that getting sucked by a
calf
was not exactly a conquest. But she didn't need to say anything,
Billy
found his own means of punishment. He watched them combing each
other's
hair for a moment, then his puzzled glance fell on the hay laying
all
over the floor. His eyes widened in horror. He spun around and
left,
with a slam of the door.
"Well he knows we were watching him," Elizabeth said with a
giggle.
"He sure does. Let's make sure that's all he finds out. I want
a dead
bolt on my door from now on."
Elizabeth nodded wordlessly as she enjoyed Dory pulling the
brush
through her hair. Dory was going to be a very special visitor and
she
would enjoy her as much as she could.