Horse-loving cousins

CHAPTER FIVE

"Byron I don't know what I'm doing!" Marcie exclaimed, feeling the floor moving under her feet.

She held onto her cousin, giggling. Turning around, she saw someone smiling at her. It was her cousin Kathy. Marcie could only see that smile dimly through the darkness.

"Come on…"

"I don't want any more beer." Her voice sounded so funny.

"I think Byron wants to fuck you," Kathy whispered.

"Don't say things like that."

Marcie was freaked out. What had her cousin said? No, it was some sort of joke. She was wandering around the darkened room, searching for the door that seemed to elude her. Someone was grabbing her hand. Byron. And then suddenly she felt him pushing her up against the wall. Marcie raised her hands, pressing her damp palms against his chest and trying to push him away. It was no use. He was crushing her against the plaster. Her slim ass flattened against the wall. She was breathing heavily. She thought she was going to scream as he pushed his hands through her hair.

"You're somethin' else. Not that little snot-nosed brat I remember."

Marcie felt his chest rising and falling against her tits. She knew she should try getting away. But it was the same as with the dog and horse. Something was keeping her there.

"I can't breathe… You're making it hard for me to…"

His mouth was teasing hers. She didn't feel sure about herself, about this party, about anything anymore. He was bringing little jabs of hot excitement to her with his heavy touch. His hand moved down her side, traced over one hip, then moved down farther.

No! He had to stop. He couldn't go any further. They were cousins!

"Please…"

"I'm gonna suck your tongue," Byron growled, holding her head firmly in his hands. For a second Marcie thought he was going to crush her head. Then he kissed her savagely, his front teeth grinding against hers. She whimpered through her nose, still pushing against his chest. But Byron stuck his tongue down her throat, tonguing her mouth wildly, then nipping and sucking at her tongue. His hands moved down, down, fingers curling under the hem of her white party dress. In a second she felt the hem rise up to her waist. In another moment Byron was cupping her cuntal mound through her panties. He pushed one finger in far enough for the velvety dampness of her pussy to seep through the nylon and wet his finger.

"Ohhhh… I don't think we'd better…"

Byron had slipped a finger under the skimpy band that clung damply to her cunt. She felt the fingernail rubbing up against the swollen ridge of her pussy. Shocked at his behavior, the blonde teen tried lurching away. But movement was impossible. His hips were still trapping her body against the wall. All she could do was moan into his mouth as he kept on fingering her pussy, drawing more cunt juice from the fuzzy fuck hole.

"Jesus, you're hot down there. And you're tellin' me you don't want this? Come on."

The door slammed behind her. They were hurrying down the hall, Marcie stumbling behind Byron. One of her sandals had slipped from her feet. Another room. His room! Once more Marcie felt herself plunged into darkness. Byron was shoving her back playfully, pushing her onto his big bed. In another second he was pulling her other sandal from her foot, rubbing her toes.

"Byron, really, I don't want to be in here with you. I should do something else… please, just let me get up and…"

"You don't wanna be in here? Your cunt's so damned hot it practically burned my finger when I shoved it in. And you don't wanna be in here with me," he said mockingly.

Again he pushed her back on the bed, grabbing one foot and holding it to his lips. He was sucking her toes now, lapping them wetly with his tongue. And the bottom of her foot was tickling so deliciously. What was he doing to it! Weakly, the girl tried kicking him away. But Byron caught both her feet. He was kissing up the back of one calf. Marcie gasped. Never before had she imagined anything like this in her wildest dreams. Then again, she hadn't thought about fucking with animals, either.

"Damn! Oh damn!" she cried through her clenched teeth, feeling herself slipping away under her cousin's tonguing.

"That's it, baby, just relax and go with the feeling."

Now she was on her stomach. Marcie fought for some sense of reality. Everything was happening so quickly for her. She didn't remember being rolled over this way. And now he was pushing up her dress, hooking his fingers over the elastic waistband of her panties and pulling down. She felt the damp briefs skinning over her plump asscheeks, stopping at her knees. Again there were those hot hands pawing her asscheeks, spreading them apart. She could feel his fingers kneading the resilient white ass flesh, sliding into the dampness of her ass crack. He was spreading the cheeks of her ass apart, panting heavily into her ass crevice, exposing her cunt and shitter.

"Don't… don't…"

Marcie blushed with unspeakable shame. She was exposed so awfully in front of her cousin, her own cousin! She felt his tongue slosh across the curve of her ass, his nose pressing against her ass crack. She groaned, pushing her ass up while digging her knees shakily into the mattress. Shameless, wanton! It was almost like the feeling she'd had when Pardner licked her pussy.

"Uhhhhhh."

"Man, it's hot down here, Marcie. You're really steaming down here between your legs!"

"Oh God!"

Byron had jammed his face between her asscheeks, moving his face from side to side. She could feel his stubbly chin rubbing against the inner curves of her asscheeks. It was so wonderfully, wickedly good having him teasing her shitter and cunt. His fingers pressed hard into her asscheeks while he breathed lightly into her asshole. Marcie groaned into the crushed pillow, punching her fists into the soft case while jerking her thighs up a little higher. She wanted to feel more of that tongue, more of those lips sucking at her cunt and shitter!

"You like that, don't you, Marcie? You like having your pussy touched and sucked out, huh?"

She wanted to say no. She wanted to be a good girl, just like her mother had told her to be. But something had happened to her during the past few days, something that made her feel very naughty when her cunt got tight and hot!

"Ooooooooo!"

Byron pulled her panties down all the way now, sliding back to strip them over her ankles.

"Ohhhhh God, God!"

He was back between her legs now, licking up her thighs, pressing his nose against her cunt. He was so strong, so overpowering.

"That's it, move that ass!"

She felt herself whirling around the room. Was it the beer? Was it Byron and his tongue? A combination of both, she thought as she held onto the bed and felt his lips rubbing against her cunt-lips. It was a new sensation for her, one far more subtle than the tonguing she'd received from Pardner. To have Byron's mouth pressing hotly against her swelling cunt made her gasp with delight. She cried out into the pillow, biting on the cotton case, tossing her head about while his tongue teasingly rimmed the rubbery rim of her pussy.

"Oh, God! Ohhhh!"

Her chest heaved mightily as he moved his head around, sticking his tongue in her cunt all the way, rubbing his front teeth against the folded outer cunt-lips so hard she could feel each individual tooth against her pussy. Marcie held onto the pillow more frantically, digging her knees hard into the bed while raising her ass higher. She was backing into him, fucking her ass back into his face, then wiggling her ass like a tail from left to right. Byron appreciated her fervor, groaning into her pussy, licking deeper and deeper into her cunt until Marcie could feel the tip of his tongue pressing against her cherry. For a second she thought he was going to burst right through that little bunch of flesh and rob her of her innocence right then and there!

"Fuck it out, Marcie!"

"Ohhh… fuck it out," she echoed, coughing into the pillow.

He was rimming her cunt again with the tip of his tongue, stroking both hands on either side of her swollen cunt-lips. More pussy juice seeped from her fuck hole, trickling down to wet her thighs and Byron's face. The smacking, wet sounds echoed in her head, driving her more wild than before. And always there was that mushy sucking feeling of his tongue wriggling over her cunt.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

His strong hands gripped her tightly around the hips, gently turning her around until she was on her back. He had her skirt all the way up to her waist. Looking through her blonde lashes, Marcie saw him take off his Marine shirt, then strip off the cotton T-shirt underneath to reveal his massive, sweat-streaked chest. The girl let out a shivery moan as he reached up and caressed her tits.

"You're beautiful, baby, and hot for this… real hot for it. You've been waitin' for someone like me to come along and pop that cherry between your legs. And Byron's gonna do it!"

"Nooo… hurt… hurt…"

He moved his hands down once more, his strong fingers cutting into the muscles just above each of her knees. He was spreading her legs inch by excruciating inch. She liked that feeling very much.

"Ohhhh, Byron… you're doing things to me that… that I don't understand!" Marcie cried, shaking her head.

"Don't worry about it. Just go with the feelings, baby, just flow with 'em."

He dropped his head again, slicking his tongue up and down, sucking hard. She was moving her hips. It was impossible not to. She dug at the bedspread with her fingers, tossing her head wildly, feeling her long blonde strands tangling around her throat. His hands trembled, fumbling with the zipper of her dress. There were movements that confused her. At one point she felt him lifting her from the bed, gathering her dress up and pulling it off. She felt her big tits lifting stickily up from her chest, then falling back down.

All Marcie knew was that in a few seconds he had stripped her completely. She lay naked on the bed, completely exposed to her horny cousin.

"Gonna eat your pussy a little more. Then we're gonna have us some fuckin' fun."

No! No! She wasn't ready to… to fuck! The dog had overpowered her. And besides he had such a little cock. From the size of the bulge running down Byron's right pantleg Marcie could well guess how hung her cousin was. Images of the horse flashed through her mind as Byron held her down with one hand while he snaked his tongue up through her cunt hairs to her belly. Marcie let out a shivery gasp, her belly tightening at that hot, wet touch of his tongue around her navel. He moved it around in widening circles, at times tipping his tongue into her belly button, at other times dropping it back down to her clit. Oh, it was when he touched that cum center that the girl thought the ceiling would crash down on them! She jerked her knees up, pressing the insides of them against her cousin while twisting her ass up from the bed!

"Ooooooooh!"

She was pumping her hips up and down, up and down just as if she were fucking. When Byron touched her clit again with his tongue, she let out a moan.

He was halving her cunt again with his fingers, searching for her clit with his tongue, petting it gently with the tip. She clung to his neck, whimpering, begging him with lusty grunts for more.

"You're ready now, baby, really hot and ready to go."

"Oh please, please."

Please what? Marcie didn't know. She saw her cousin sliding off the bed, his fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants. She watched breathlessly as he pulled down the tab, opening his trousers.

"Ohhhhh!"

The horse! Byron was just like the horse, only his cock was less tapered at the end. Wouldn't her cousin Kathy just howl if she could see her brother now, undressed like that and with a prick that was so big? Marcie's mouth gaped open, her eyes widening as Byron's prick sprang up from the confines of his loose-fitting trousers. He smiled, dropping one hand to his balls and scratching them. His cock wagged up and down, the double-lobed, blood-heavy cockhead dribbling pre-cum. Marcie tucked her ass back, dropping her right hand to her crotch protectively. Was he crazy? Was he going to fuck her with that big cock?

"Wh… what are you doing?" she asked, feeling the bed sink down as he climbed back on.

"Gonna fuck you, real nice and slow and easy. You're gonna feel every inch of my prick spreadin' you open nice and hot. That's what you want, right? You wanna feel my prick rubbin' up against your clit, drivin' you nuts?"

"I… ohhhh…"

His hands were back on her shoulders, pushing her down to the mattress. Marcie was breathing hard, her mind whirling faster than it had when Byron had been eating out her cunt. She struggled upward, drawing her knees together. But Byron had already knelt between her thighs. There was no way she could keep that monster cock from snaking up through her pussy hairs and fucking her.

"Oh no!"

He was on top of her, his chest pressing her tits flat. She felt his lips sucking on her throat while his hands dropped to her thighs. She felt his fingers rubbing up against her cunt-lips, the nails at times teasing her clit.

His hipbones bumped hers. She could feel him plowing the fat shaft of his prick up and down against her belly. Gasping for air, Marcie twisted her face away from Byron's, feeling so small and insignificant under him. She could feel the brush of his balls, the way the tip of his prick was shaped as it nudged up against her navel. His knees were spreading her open, pushing her thighs apart as he scooted up the bed.

Marcie knew what was about to happen. He was going to fuck that cock in her cunt the way Pardner had fucked her. Only his cock was much bigger. And he was going to fuck in all the way!

"Goin' in now, baby, goin' in all the way," he moaned, reaching up with both hands and squeezing her tits so hard her nipples stood up like small red rocks from her tits.

"Oh yes, yes, yes!" she cried, working her hips from left to right. She felt him pushing his prickhead in against her swollen cunt-lips. Immediately pussy juice bubbled from her fuck hole, wetting down his cockshaft and making it all the easier for him to fuck her. "Shove it… shove it in… oh yes, yes, yes," the girl babbled.

"You're hot, real hot. Come on, baby, and show me just how hot you are. Give your fuckin' cousin a break. He's been without a good hot pussy for a couple of weeks. Come on and gimme a good hot fuckin'." Byron was pinching her nipples while squirming on top of her.

"Uhhhhhhh."

Her cousin shoved down and forward with his hairy ass. Marcie pushed her head back into the pillow, arching her spine slightly while drawing in shuddering breaths. Her lungs felt as if they were going to burst as her cousin fucked in that fat, meaty cockhead. Marcie groaned, feeling the cockhead disappear between her cunt-lips while his big long cockshaft was outside, waiting to fuck into her squirming body.

"Man, oh man," Byron cried, shaking the sweat from his face. "This is good fuckin'. That's what we're doing, baby, good hot fuckin'."

Byron was twisting his hips around so she could feel his cock working against her cuntal walls. The meaty cockhead reamed out the tight pink passage, fucking in deeper and deeper with wonderfully odd gurgling sounds. Marcie cried out again and again, raking her fingernails across Byron's shoulders.

"Ohhhh, move it, move that ass, move it like you did when I tongue-fucked you."

Marcie couldn't answer him. She was simmering, off in a world of her own. She felt his cockshaft slipping down into her body, tearing her in two. The girl groaned, feeling the pressure in her cunt become more intense as her cousin fucked deeper. Again she arched her spine, beating the backs of her legs against the mattress.

He told her he had only two inches of his prick inside her pussy, and there was all that fat, greasy cockmeat to squeeze in yet! And she wanted her cousin rolling down on top of her, squeezing her, shoving her down into the mattress. She reached up, slipping one arm around his neck to pull his body down on her all the more.

"Fucking, baby, fucking."

"Ohhhhh, fucking… fuck my pussy, fuck me, fuck, my pussy," Marcie babbled, moaning hot and heavy as she felt those inches of hard, fat cock sliding into her cunt.

"Take it, baby, take it," he ordered, bearing down on her hard.

His cock fucked through the tight, slippery passage. Marcie was coming unglued, feeling her cuntal muscles knotting up at the top of her pussy while her itchy cunt walls massaged the sinking cock.

"Fuckin' A! You're a virgin," Byron gasped as his prick ran into her cherry.

Marcie stiffened, her arms tightening around his neck while her face took on a look of terrible concentration.

"Gotta get rid of that… now!" he rasped.