"Eat me Jerry, eat me," she commanded her cousin.
Jerry licked. Ns lips. And then he was there, feasting on Marsha's oozing pussy.
"Give me your tongue," Marsha called. "All the way up my cunt."
Jerry did as he was told. As his long tongue probed Marsha's cunt, his jizz was funneled into his mouth and he drank it thirstily.
Then Jerry had sucked all of the available jizz from Marsha's cunt and was swallowing something even sweeter – pussy juice. For now Marsha's cunt was producing fresh honey with seeping spasms.
"You've got me coming all over again," Marsha told her tongue-fucking cousin. "Coming right in your mouth."
Jerry reacted with one deep slurp after another. The pussy juice he wasn't swallowing dripped from his chin.
Then Jerry took things a step further. Taking charge of the action for the first time, he swiveled his tongue in Marsha's cunt as he swung his body around on top of her. He wound up straddling her head, his cock and balls in her face.
"Mmmmmm, a sixty-nine," Marsha voiced her approval. "Jerry, you're learning fast."
While Jerry continued eating her cunt, Marsha took her cousin's stiff prick in her mouth. She tugged it with her lips, rubbing the foreskin up and down the shaft.
Jerry's hips started to churn. Pretty soon he was pumping his prick in and out with deep-throating thrusts, fucking Marsha in the mouth. At the same time he kept up the oral pressure on her pussy.
The overburdened cot on which the cousins sixty-nined was creaking dangerously now. Suddenly it flew apart in collapse and Jerry and Marsha spilled to the floor. But they didn't stop sucking, Marsha bobbing up on top now as she used her mouth like a cunt on her cousin's cock and took his tongue straight up her real pussy.
However, although the incestuous lovers thought nothing of the splintered cot, the noise from its destruction prompted a different response from a third party. For the sharp sound of the wreckage had carried all the way into the house…
And there sat Linda, Jerry's younger sister, trying to do her homework, her eyebrows raising with alarm when she heard the crash.
"What's that?" Linda muttered to herself, setting aside her book.
She tried to forget about it, then remembered there's been trouble lately about neighbor kids sneaking into the pool without permission. She guessed she should investigate. Her father could get sued if one of those kids got hurt.
Linda reluctantly left her studies and wandered out to the pool. Nobody was there. But then she heard suspicious noises come from one of the dressing rooms.
"Better get to the bottom of this right now," Linda whispered to himself.
She approached the dressing room. The door was ajar. She looked inside.
She fainted.
CHAPTER TWO
Marsha was taking a mouthful of hot cum from Jerry's spurting cock when the thud at the door split the air. Neither cousin could help but hear it. All at once the sixty-nine broke apart with the same suddenness the ruined cot had just minutes before.
"It's Linda," Jerry gulped when he spotted his unconscious sister lying there. "She looks like she's out cold. Must've slipped on something and hit her head."
He paused, cringing in advance at the question he had to ask. "Do you think she saw us?" he said in a hush to Marsha.
Marsha nodded gravely, fresh jizz still trickled from her lips. "Linda didn't slip on anything," she stated with certainty. "When she walked in on us sucking each other off she fainted from the shock."
"Really think so?" Jerry muttered.
"Can't afford to think anything else," Marsha replied. "We'd be damned fools not to expect the worst. Let's face it, we've been caught in the act."
"What do we do now?" Jerry painfully said.
"Well, this is one time little Linda's going to keep her trap shut," Marsha vowed, fixing her fallen cousin with a calculating stare. "Permanently."
"Wha-what do you mean?" Jerry stammered, suddenly made more nervous by the prospect of what Marsha might do to Linda than by the threat of his sister blowing the whistle.
Marsha instantly caught Jerry's panicky vibes and turned to laugh at him. Now he was twice as frightened.
"What do you think I'm going to do?" Marsha darkly chuckled. "Kill her?"
"It crossed my mind," Jerry admitted.
"No, we don't need to go that far," Marsha reassured her relieved cousin.
"Then what?" Jerry anxiously asked.
"Something just about as drastic," Marsha chuckled some more, turning her cousin into a nervous wreck all over again.
Jerry stood there on wobbly knees, waiting for Marsha to tell him her plan. She took her time. "It's really very simple," Marsha finally drawled. "Actually, Jerry, I'm surprised you didn't think of it yourself right away."
Jerry opened his mouth to say something. Nothing came out.
"See," Marsha went on, "Linda has always been able to get away with being so high and mighty because she works so hard at never doing anything wrong herself. Straight A's, goes to church every Sunday, professional virgin. Absolutely nothing to be ashamed of."
Marsha paused, watching Jerry's curiosity mount. "Now, just suppose," Marsha said, "little Linda suddenly found herself with a deep, dark secret. Except that we knew about it, too. So that we had as much on her ass he has on us."
"Like what?" Jerry croaked. "You know Linda. Like you said, she never does anything wrong."
"Up until now," Marsha replied.
She bent down beside Linda and without further explanation began unbuttoning her cousin's blouse.
"What are you doing?" Jerry asked. "Undressing her," Marsha answered, stripping the blouse away so that Linda was down to her bra. "What's it look like?"
"What for?" Jerry gulped.
"You're going to fuck her," Marsha stated matter-of-fact. "When your little sister wakes up your cock will be in her cunt and her precious cherry will be gone forever."
"That's crazy!" Jerry protested. "Linda will say I raped her. Then what I did with you don't seem like anything. They'll send me to jail!"
"You do have a lot to learn, don't you?" Marsha laughed as she unhooked Linda's bra and let her cousin's tits spill free. "But wait until your little sister wakes up coming from your big prick in her cherry pussy and you won't recognize her. No reason to believe that, down deep, Linda's not just like any other chick. All she needs is a good fuck to straighten her out. Then all she'll want is more. Trust me."
While she was talking Marsha had unfastened Linda's skirt. Now she pulled it away, leaving her slender cousin in just her panties. "When was the last time you saw Linda's cunt?" Marsha asked Jerry.
Jerry shook his head, mumbling, "Never that I can remember."
"Well, there's a first time for everything," Marsha teased.
She peeled the panties down her cousin's narrow hips. And then it was time for Marsha to be as surprised as Jerry was. Nor neither of them had been prepared for the condition of Linda's pussy. It was shaved!
"Looks like little Linda is a lot more interested in what she has between her legs than we thought she was," Marsha noted after recovering from the discovery of her cousin's hairless pussy. "Maybe she gets off on all that soap and the razor on her cunt. Guess she's readier for her first fuck than we expected. Taking her cherry ought to be a piece of cake." Marsha rubbed Linda's smooth cunt, then poked inside and wiggled around until there was a squishing sound. She pulled her finger out and held it up to the light so it glistened with moisture.
"Fresh pussy juice," Marsha slurped, treating herself to a taste of her sticky finger. "This is one cunt that's just begging to be fucked."
"You really think this is going to work on Linda?" Jerry expressed his continuing doubt.