Mountain Vacation Ep. 02

Honey, are you in there?

We both stopped and looked at each other with a terrified glance. We were fucked. I had thought it was my aunty going down on my cock, and I hadn't realized until it was too late, and my cousin (her daughter) had sat on my shaft.

I'd just finished unloading a blast of cum that was the result of some highly inappropriate actions at the top of a nearby mountain this morning with my aunty. She's not a blood relative, but through marriage. I thought she'd come to my tent in the middle of the night to finish off what we'd started. This is where the story got interesting. It turned out that my auntie's daughter (Harriet) had watched the whole event this morning from the safety of the tree line. She'd arranged the midnight liaison under the auspices of being her mother. She'd come in the dark of night and gone down on my thick cock without a word. She'd offered me her pussy to eat out while she inhaled my shaft. Then, just as she sat on my hard cock, she spoke for the first time. It was indeed my cousin. Not my aunty.

A trigger had been pulled, and I couldn't stop. We fucked like wild animals up until I'd lost a monstrous load of built-up sexual tension across the length of my tent, all over my naked cousin, including her face.

"Don't worry, I've got this." Harriet whispered to me as she wiped my cum off her face.

"No, Mom. It's not me in here. I'm asleep in my bedroom inside."

"Honey, are you OK?" came her mother's reply.

Winking at me, as she rubbed the cum on her body all over her tits and stomach, she spoke again.

"Seriously, I'm not here. If I were, I'd be fine."

"Do you want me to come in?" Jody queried once again.

Harriet whispered to me, "No, there's already enough cum in here," before saying to her mother, "Nah, all good."

"Ok, sweetie. Goodnight." Footsteps could be heard trapsing back up to the house.

"Jesus, we're fucked!" I said to my cousin.

"Why?" she replied. "Do you think Mom's going to tell anyone that I was in your tent?" "I saw what happened this morning. She knows what happened this morning. You know what happened this morning. We're fine. Anyway, she doesn't know what just happened."

Harriet finished cleaning herself up as best she could before donning her clothes and stealthily making her way back to her room upstairs in the main house.

The rest of that night was a mix of sleep like the dead combined with tossing and turning. The unlikely mix of sexual gratification unlike any I'd experienced prior, combined with the guilt of having your unbelievably hot cousin sit on your hard cock and you not stopping.

The next couple of days were a mix of awkward interactions between both me and my aunty and me and my cousin. There was still sexual tension between them, even though this was not shared. I'd wanted so desperately to fuck my hot aunty. We'd almost gotten there on that mountaintop. I was sure she wanted it to happen as well.

I'd tried to play it down in my head, but the visuals and memories of her in that outfit, undoing her buttons for me every time my arrogant uncle made some stupid statement, had gotten me and her wound up like a sexual typhoon.

A couple of uncomfortable days later, it was time for our traditional last formal meal together for the trip. This involved dressing reasonably formally and having a proper meal with dignified conversation and a few drinks.

I was sick of wondering if and how I was ever going to get an opportunity like I'd had a few days earlier again. So I threw caution to the wind and hatched a plan to see if there was a chance for this trip, or if this would go down as one of the biggest "nearly" of my life.

I simply reconstructed the same game, except this time, I was going to be the main executioner. Aunty Jody simply had to be present.

Just as we were all getting dressed for the dinner, I found a pen and scrawled a message on the front of one of the napkins: "Same rules apply. Wear something with buttons!" before tearing it off and folding it tightly into a small square.

As I passed by Jody, I covertly tucked it into her pocket. As she felt my finger tap her on the waist, her head jerked around to look at me. I simply gave her a subtle wink before carrying on with my job of setting the table before we adjourned to get dressed.

As I sat down at my place about fifteen minutes later, Harriet passed by me and set a small plate in front of me. As she brought her hands back, she dropped a small piece of paper in my lap, right on my crotch, so that it wouldn't fall out and roll on the ground. I slyly tucked it into a hip pocket to read later.

A moment later, my mother asked me to fetch a missing sauce from the kitchen. I was more than happy to oblige. As I was alone getting the requested condiment, I snatched the paper out and unwrapped it. It was the other half of the napkin I had used earlier. Scrawled on it was "Deal me in as well. My button is an inch of zipper instead. BTW, Mum doesn't know."

"What the fuck!" I thought to myself. Somehow Harriet had worked out what my plan was. She had also worked out how I had sent her mother the note, then gone to the effort of using the exact same napkin in some sort of poetic gesture.

So, Jody was wearing a formal business shirt with all the buttons done up, including the cuffs. Her collar was neatly pressed and turned down in a formal and altogether sexy, sleek look. She'd gotten the message and was definitely interested in playing.

Her daughter was wearing a full-body khaki jumpsuit with a zipper that ran from the waist up to the collar. As a sort of nod to modern fashion, it had a wide waistband sewn into the garment that could allow the wearer to tighten the fabric into a tight, form-fitting style around the hips and waist. Harriet had decided against this option, choosing to wear the garment as loose as possible, with the zipper fully closed, resting at her chin.

When we all sat at the table, I noticed that Harriet had quietly changed her seating position to be opposite me. She had also positioned the two biggest bodies between her and her mother. I assumed this was to ensure that Jody didn't see what was happening. We had my uncle and aunty, my parents, and my cousins Harriet and Tyler, as well as another family who were not related to us but had been family friends for years. They were our parents' age. All up, there were eight at the dinner table.

We sat.

My heart started to beat a little harder as I felt the starter's pistol go off in my head.

The conversation started as we all began to load our plates with the evening's offerings.

Seeing as though it was the last night on the break, I decided to bring up work when we all got back to normal life.

"So Neil (my uncle's name is Neil), what big stuff are you working on back in the office?"

"Oh," he replied, "we're just finishing off a big project that's been in the pipeline for a while now. It was going to shit until a few months ago."

I sensed my opportunity a lot earlier than I'd expected...

"Did you have to step in to get it over the line?" I just went straight for the jugular. I wanted to turn on my aunty. I wanted to turn on my cousin.

He went for the bait.

"Well, if I didn't, then the company would've lost millions." He continued on to explain in depth to all and sundry how he individually saved jobs, revenue, company standing, reputation, and all the other trimmings.

I didn't care for any of it. I was watching my aunty and my cousin using my peripheral vision. I wasn't looking at them, but they knew I was definitely looking at them. Well, Jody knew I was looking at her. Harriet knew I was looking at both.

I saw Jody move first. She lifted her left arm and undid her wrist cuff button. At that very moment, Neil made some statement that was an opening for me to shake my head in disbelief at the incompetence of some colleague or other of his.

"Oh, you're joking!" I said in reply to his statement, along with the associated shaking of my head. I kept shaking my head as I looked at Neil, then let my drift wander to my aunty, where I fixed her a stare as I continued. Our eyes met for a moment.

She subtly reached both arms below the tabletop and fiddled with something at her waist height. As she brought them back up, she also redid her cuff button. She'd opened the lowest button and done up the cuff.

In the corner of my view, I caught a glimpse of Harriet moving her arm. I looked to see her glide her index finger up her zipper and pause with her fingertip on its edge. She glanced over to me before slowly tipping the tab upwards to release the zip.

It slid down a couple of inches of its own accord. She subtly grabbed the lever and lifted the zip an inch before folding the tab back over to the locked side.

I'd had payment for my first arrogant uncle bingo.

Dinner continued, and alcohol flowed.

Discussion topics came and went. Sometimes I went for a long shot, hoping to coax an 'I' statement from Neil by talking with another person about something I knew he thought he was an expert on.

"Mum, was Dad ever any good at mathematics when you first met him?" Neil was apparently better. Button number two was undone. Inch number two of zipper was lowered.

Sensing another pissing contest between the older males in the room, I had another idea for a topic...

"Do you guys think key decisions are better made by committees or by a person who knows the feel of the project?

Neil thought the person was a better option. From his experience of himself, in any case.

Button number three, inch number three.

There were more eyes coming for me now. Jody had a slight twist in her smile. She knew what I was doing and was enjoying the delicate balance of conversation, white wine, and the sexiness of our game.

Harriet was all laughs with Tyler and me. She teased the others with her sense of humor and harmless banter but kept glancing over in my direction.

At one point, she stretched her hands over her head and brought her hands behind her own back. Quickly checking no one was watching, she grabbed her jumpsuit material and bunched it behind her back, tightening the fabric across her chest.

She stared at me as she pulled the fabric tight. It was obvious that she was getting hard nipples, as they stood out through the khaki fabric like a couple of bullets.

"Jesus, she isn't wearing a bra!" I thought to myself.

Oh, how amazing her bust looked for that momentary flash of time. I had a memory of our midnight liaison earlier in the week. How her tits had bounced as I ruthlessly pounded my cock into her depths. The thought of her mother's tongue on my cock on that mountaintophad me wound up tighter than a snare drum.

Now the game was on again, and I was more the player than Jody. Hopefully Neil wouldn't catch on. That'd be a disaster.

I'd successfully gotten my aunty to unbutton three of her shirt buttons. Without her knowledge, I had also had my cousin lower her full-length jumpsuit zipper three inches.

Jody had taken to taking longer moments to look in my direction. Outwardly, it would have looked like she was concentrating intently on me when I was speaking. In honesty, she was looking me up and down before I spoke and lingering after I had finished. Her right index finger had started to trace up and down her shirt buttons. It looked almost subconscious.

It wasn't.

I went fishing again: "Neil, what gave you the confidence to back yourself even when others couldn't achieve what was needed?"

His usual reply started. I heard the bit I was after and then lost concentration as I tried to listen intently.

"It's an experience and confidence thing, young man," he started. "Experience grows confidence, and confidence is contagious in business. That's why I...."

My eyelids flickered as I heard the magic "I." Jody looked downwards and smirked to herself. Harriet looked at her mother from the other side of the table and smirked to herself, then looked at me.

I fake scratched at my throat for a second when I finally got Jody's attention. I feigned loosening an imaginary necktie as she glanced my way. I wanted her to start on the buttons at the top of her shirt.

She complied. Subtly, she slid her index finger up her buttons again and gently flicked the top button. The pressure of her having her collar folded down meant that the button sprang from its position easily.

Harriet, in turn, took a sip from her wine glass and used the glass to obscure her other hand, which she used to lower her zip another inch.

Four buttons on my aunty, four inches of zip from my cousin.

We finished up our meal. I offered to collect the plates and take them to the kitchen.

Jody rose and said she was going to cut up our dessert pie in the kitchen while the others freshened their white wines and sat chatting at the table.

As I placed the plates on the kitchen benchtop, Jody moved past me to get to the cutting board on the far side of me with the pie that had been in the refrigerator. As she passed me, she idly whispered, "You are making me so horny. What is this effect you have on me?"

I didn't look up but replied while looking down at the sink where I was rinsing off the plates.

"You. You do the exact same. I've never seen a business shirt look so fuckable."

Her reply came fast. "Good answer. That's worth a button."

I instantly stopped what I was doing. Without hesitating, I walked over to my aunty and traced my fingers up her line of buttons exactly as she had been doing during dinner. I ran my hands over her breasts and momentarily squeezed them together as I reached the second button from the top of her shirt collar. I undid it as I kissed her fully and deeply for the briefest of moments. Her tongue wandered out of her mouth and met mine.

An instant later, I was back at the sink, and she was back cutting dessert into single portions.

Our family friends brought dirty cutlery and glasses into the kitchen and dropped them into the dishwasher before exiting.

Harriet was next to come into the kitchen. She innocently asked her mother if she needed any help. Jody asked her to get the dessert plates.

She obliged.

As she moved past her mother's turned back, she pressed her firm bust up against me as she moved in to my far side to get access to the cupboard containing the plates. Her cleavage dragged across my shoulder and arm. My arm fell into the depths between my cousin's breasts, which was hidden by the loose fabric of her jumpsuit.

She looked at me with her emerald green eyes and simple blonde ponytail. Sections of hair had washed over her face, which she'd tucked behind her ears. By the feel of her tits, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.

As she leaned forward to get the plates from the cupboard on my right-hand side, Harriet reached out for my right hand using her left. She drew my hand down and over her breast as she was bending forwards to retrieve the plates. For a moment, I was cupping my cousin's khaki-clad breast. I rubbed my fingers over her stiff nipple and gently squeezed it before quickly cupping her whole breast from underneath.

I'd forgotten just how succulent they were. I'd seen them in the flesh only a few nights previous, and yet their firm, smooth, and natural state had still been lost on me.

Just as quickly, she had gotten the plates and stood up as though nothing had happened.

Back at the dinner table, things took another turn for the surreal. The gentle drip of good company with good wine had everyone in a jolly mood. Our dessert was served up, and thanks were given to the chefs.

My aunty had five buttons undone on her shirt, three on the bottom and two on the top.

Harriet had four inches of zip lowered on her jumpsuit. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. To be honest, this all had me in a state of perpetual semi-arousal. If I had to suddenly stand, there'd be some serious questions asked.

"Dad," Harriet spoke to her father. "Do you think you could still drive?" She reached up for her zipper even before he'd started to speak.

"I don't know, honey. I'd be fine, but I'm not sure what the police would think!" His confidence was starting to spill over the dam wall."

"Holy shit!" I thought to myself. "She knows her father inside and out!" Harriet had just gotten three "I's" out of her father in one sentence.  

She didn't immediately lower her zip. Harriet knew her mother would act first, as she wasn't aware that Harriet was playing.

Jody asked the other guests whether they'd be interested in sharing a cab into town. As they discussed their thoughts, she quietly flicked two buttons off her top open and lowered her hands and did the third button from the bottom. She now had the top four and bottom four buttons of her business shirt open.

As the discussion continued, Harriet reached for her zipper and flicked it up.

"Harriet!" her father spoke. I jumped in my skin, thinking she'd been caught.

"Do you think you could drive us to town?"

Harriet lowered her hand off her zipper as she spoke.

"I don't think I should drive either, Daddy. I've been drinking as well."

Another voice entered the conversation. "I can drive."

It was Tyler. "I've had a couple of drinks but feel ok to drive if you want a lift."

As her brother spoke, Harriet went back and completed her mission. Three inches of extra zip was lowered. Now seven inches in total. She looked up at me and briefly crossed her arms across her legs down under the tabletop height. This action pressed her breasts together in the most amazing sight of cleavage I'd seen. For a split second, my eyes were paralyzed as they took in the sight of my eighteen-year-old cousin's tits pressed together in a frame of khaki-colored fabric.

"Outstanding, son. Let's gather the troops and head off." Uncle Neil's gallant voice antics meant that the older members of our group were going into the small town nearby for a drink at the local tavern.

"Great idea!" I said, congratulating the group. "I'll finish up the cleaning while you guys head off."

I hoped they'd all get a little drunk, and Aunty Jody would try and finish off what she'd started those few days earlier. I'd never had the chance to hear her climax, to lower my cock inside her, or to see her tits bounce as I fuck her.

Besides, I reasoned with myself. That'd leave Harriet and me alone for a while as well. Who knows where that'd lead.

I headed to the kitchen to get a start on the cleanup in the hope that not hanging around gawking at my aunty and cousin would alleviate the concern that my evening antics wouldn't be too obvious.

As I stacked plates in the dishwasher after rinsing, Jody came in again, this time with placemats and various other bits and pieces. As she placed them in a drawer next to the dishwasher adjacent to me, she whispered once more.

"I've had enough of trying to not think about you. I'll come see you late tonight after Neil's asleep."

I glanced around us. There was no one in the room or the dining room. I spun my aunty around to face me. Once again, I kissed her deeply. Our tongues met as I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into me.

I raised my hands up and slowly undid the next three buttons on her shirt. She was now left with only two keeping her shirt from falling open. Sliding my hands under her shirt, I lifted her bust and squeezed her breasts together.

Breaking the kiss, I moved down and buried my head between her cleavage, then folded away the bra material to lick and then kiss each of her nipples, one at a time.

I reversed my actions, folding back her bra, then redoing her buttons before I whispered back into her ear.

"I'd like that. A lot."

I could feel her breathing had shortened and her pupils were dilated. The white wine had brought another level to the newfound tension between us.

Tyler loaded up his parents, my parents, and their friends and headed off down the driveway. I stayed in the kitchen to finish up what I was doing. The door between the kitchen and dining room opened, and in strolled Harriet.

She waited until I was looking directly at her before she moved her left hand up to her zipper. She flicked the tab upwards as she slowly walked towards me. As she stepped towards me, she started to slowly lower the zip.

Each step towards me resulted in a pang in my stomach.

Each step resulted in more and more flesh being exposed for my viewing pleasure. Her skin was soft and pale. It was tight and firm. It was clear and free from blemish.

By the time she was halfway to me, she had lowered her zip to be equal with her navel.

I stood in a trance watching this show unfold. By the time she reached me, I had already planned what I was going to do. I reached behind Harriet, grabbed her by the legs just under her firm ass, and lifted her onto the bench I had just finished wiping clean.

As I brought my hands back to me, I wrapped her legs around me, then slid my hands up and between the jumpsuit material and dragged them on her bare skin, over her navel, up her ribcage, and between her voluminous tits before gently easing the material off each of her shoulders, allowing it to fall onto the bench around her.

My cousin sat on the bench, legs wrapped around me and completely topless. I leaned in and kissed her like I'd kissed her mother not more than ten minutes ago. I grabbed the arms of her jumpsuit and used them to pull her in towards me more. She lifted my shirt up and over my head before pressing her tits in against my chest as we kissed once more.

"You thought I was my mother last time. Do you know who it is this time?" she queried.

"Yes," I replied, "it's my cousin, not my aunty. We're a couple of sick fucks, aren't we?"

"No harm done," came her reply. Before kissing me once more.

Harriet leaned back and grasped her right breast and lifted it up for me to kiss. I eagerly took her hard pink nipple in my mouth. Her small areola was dwarfed by her large breasts. Taking control of her hand, I lifted her breast to access the bottom side, kissing her underboob before using my own hand to do the same for her left breast.

I used hers and my own hand to bring her tits together. As I squeezed them together, I looked in her emerald eyes before I took both her nipples into my mouth at once. Her face hardened with pleasure as she let out a moan. In my mouth, I flicked my tongue over both nipples before using my lips to squeeze them together, where I could flick my tongue more vigorously over them at the same time.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed as she thrust her chest forward, pressing her tits harder against my face.

I used one hand to maintain control of her tits as I used the other to pull her jumpsuit further down her torso, then lifted one leg at a time as Harriet leaned to one side, allowing me to lower her single piece of clothing down and eventually off her altogether, with her jumpsuit falling on the floor beneath us with a thump.

Her body was firm and incredibly athletic-looking. Her large bust must have been a double D or more. She still had a shaven pussy, which she had planted on my face earlier that week in our midnight mix-up.

I couldn't help myself. I lowered down onto my knees between her firm and shapely legs and drove my tongue straight into her moist pussy.

Her smooth lips were glistening even before I slid my tongue between them. The silky texture and sweet taste of her lust were amazing as my tongue easily slid over her opening and up to her already pronounced clitoris.

Harriet responded to my deliberate and unapologetically direct action by widening her knees further and thrusting her luscious pussy against my tongue as it lapped from the bottom of her pussy up and onto her clit, where I'd give her a few flicks before moving back down, just deeper than her labia.

One hand reached around and sat on the back of my head as she encouraged me deeper inside her. My cousin had a confidence about her that belied her eighteen years. She was making me hard. So hard.

I stopped briefly to look up at her. She had one hand on the back of my head while her other hand cupped her own breast and was gently massaging it.

"I'm going to hear you climax tonight." I said to her confidently.

"You already have, remember?" She replied. I had indeed heard her orgasm previously, inside my tent at about 2.30am a few days earlier.

I continued, "I want better than that. I want to hear your cries as you convulse on me."

Her head rocked back as I went back to her pussy. I now took a moment to gather myself before driving my tongue as deep inside her cunt as I could. From the depths of her silken pussy, I worked my tongue up and down as forcefully and as slowly as I could.

Harriet bucked up against me. I'd taken her by surprise by my sudden deep dive. Her hand pulled on the back of my head harder. To add to her pleasure, I raised one hand and used it to flick over her clit that sat engorged at the top of her pussy. My other hand went up and covered Harriet's as she guided me through what she liked done with her breast.

"Oh fuck!" again, Harriet's head rocked back as her pelvis was thrust forward towards me again.

"I want you to make me cum!" She continued, "Right here on the kitchen bench. Make me cum in the kitchen!"

I had other plans. I'd been looking at the traditional brown sofa in the lounge room all week. It faced the dining room and was opposite the stairs that led to the upstairs bedrooms. It sat on a lush rug that had a beautiful, thick texture.

I stopped. Looked up at her once more. "Tonight, you cum on the sofa in the lounge room." I grabbed her hand and led her out of the kitchen, leaving her clothing and my shirt on the floor.

On our way out, Harriet walked behind me and wrapped her hands around my waist, sliding a finger under my waistbandand flicking my top button open and sliding my zipper down. She pulled me to a standstillas she pressed her tits up against my back and wrapped both hands around my pants and lowered them to the floor.

My cock sprang from its enclosure. Its thick girth was a sight as it sat perpendicular to the ground. Veins ran the length of my shaft, and a thick helmet head was testament to the fact that I was circumcised.

Harriet didn't hesitate, wrapping both her hands around my cock and letting out a heavy breath as she did so. She gently stroked the entire length of my cock. Seven inches was enough length, especially given the girth I possessed.

"Oh my god." Harriet whispered in my ear, "If your tongue doesn't get me there, then this behemoth will!"

She held me still while she walked around in front of me and dropped to her knees. Without a moment's thought, she inhaled as much of my shaft as she could, pressing my cock tip against the back of her throat and holding it there. Using her hands, she jerked the remainder of my cock with one hand, while her other reached down and cradled my balls.

My cousin slid my cock so that only the tip was pressed against her mouth before she once again descended as far as she could over my venous shaft.

It was my turn to rock my head backwards now. Harriet's warm mouth and warm hands had me instantly wanting to fuck her throat. The way she held her arms naturally pushed her tits together, and she spread her knees to get to the right height. The sight of her ass poking out so proudly beneath me as her arms pressed her tits together nearly had me losing myself very early.

"Oh Jesus, you're going to have to stop." I panted as my cousin looked up at me with those green eyes once again.

"Why's that?" She responded, "Are you going to paint me with your cum again?"

"YES! If you don't stop being so fucking sexy, I will!" I replied feebly.

I couldn't take much more. I could usually hold off for a respectable amount of time, but having been teased and teasing both my aunty and my cousin for the last few days, I was nurturing a very short sexual fuse.

I reached for Harriet's hand and led her to the sofa. She didn't break stride as she kneeled on the center brown leather seat of the three-seater and spread her legs wide. Rather than stuffing her full of my cock there and then, I sank to my knees behind her once again. This time, I lapped up her velvety pussy from behind.

Harriet had her hands sitting on the sofa back. As I licked her depths again, she arched her back up against me and lowered herself onto her arms to give me a better angle to her pussy.

I responded by driving my tongue once more as deep as I could inside her aching cunt. She responded by writhing against me, slowly pushing back onto me before thrusting forward so that her tits would sit on top of the sofa back before thrusting back onto me again.

I used my hands to wrap around her pelvis and pull back onto me in time with her thrusting. I was looking straight at her ass. It was pink, tight, and looked like an early-season rosebud yet to bloom.

I couldn't help myself. I threw caution to the wind and moved up and ran my tongue over her ass before once more dropping down and inside her now wet pussy.

Rather than jerk away, Harriet once more exhaled loudly and pushed even harder against my agile tongue. I returned to her ass, this time lingering over her bud as I took several slow laps with my warm, wet tongue. Her pussy juices were wet, sweet, and slippery, and they transferred easily to her ass. This time she moaned, "Oh fuck!" before rocking further back and crouching down more again, giving me better access to her tight balloon knot.

Before long, I was spending more time on her ass than her pussy. I would descend to her pussy, drive my tongue as deep in her as I could before lowering to the front of her pussy, flick my tongue over her clit before resurfacing and moving up with a fresh tongue load of pussy juice, and use that to tease her ass opening with my tongue. Soon, I was trying to get my warmth inside her tightness. All I could manage was the very tip before descending back to the sweet honeypot of her pussy.

"Oh, fuck me. Please. Now." Harriet panted as I continued to tease, flick, lick, and kiss her most furtive regions.

"I want your girth inside me!"

Not wanting to disappoint, I raised up off the ground and stood behind my cousin. Lining up my cock, I leaned in on her pussy and let my cock helmet spread her labia before letting it sit for a moment.

"Oh fuccccckkkkkkk!" she replied, trying to rock back on me. I moved with her, not allowing another inch of cock inside her. I was now bareback fucking my eighteen-year-old cousin. What the fuck was going on? This was never even a thought until this trip. For either of us.

I steadied her rocking by holding her pelvis still again. Then, when all was steady, I leaned in once more and pushed another two inches inside her waiting cunt.

"Fuck me! I want it all. Fuck me now with all of it!" Harriet was starting to whimper and bellow in equal parts.

"Fuck it," I thought to myself. I'd fucked her as hard as I possibly could on the hard ground in my tent previously.

I braced her pelvis with my hands and drove as deep and as hard as I could until her ass cheeks slapped up against my thighs. I could feel my cock tip come to rest against a wall inside Harriet's cunt. Not waiting, I withdrew it and drove as hard as I could again inside her. A third and fourth thrust had her bellowing as the sound of her ass and my thighs colliding rang out in the empty house.

After four thrusts, I paused as deep as I could inside her pussy. I could feel my cock resting against her cervix wall.

Harriet reached behind and wrapped her hand around my now aching cock shaft. I was as aroused as I could get. The sight of this ass with this sound was enough to have me teetering on the edge before I'd even entered her slick, velvety pussy.

She stroked it for me before taking a more deliberate grip. She moved forwards off my cock; she held me still while she raised my cock tip and sat it directly on her asshole.

"Fuck my ass for me." She spoke gently now. "I want to be as full as possible."

I was taken aback.

"Harriet, I've tried this in the past. It's not as easy as people think."

I'd had a previous girlfriend ask to try anal. We'd fumbled around without any real success. Between our inexperience and lack of patience, we'd never really achieved any great feats.

"Please. I want to try." My cousin continued. "You said you want me to climax. Remember?"

"Well, we'll have to be patient." I responded. "Even then, you'll have to relax as we go."

Harriet didn't answer. Instead, she rocked back on my cock as she held it against her tight opening.

I pulled away and lowered down to give her ass more attention. If there was one thing I'd learned, you needed lots of moisture, time, and patience if you wanted girth like this inside your ass.

I licked and flicked her ass with my tongue, deliberately leaving as much saliva and pussy juice as I could.

Returning behind her, I lined up my cock tip with her ass once more and pressed against her. Despite all the lubricating liquids, I couldn't get anything inside her. I simply held my cock against her ass and continued to gently press against her.

"Here is where you need to relax. I won't be able to get anywhere until you do." I coached my teenage cousin.

I could feel Harriet arch her back, raising her ass further in the air, and felt her deliberately relax her ass. My gentle thrusts yielded some success as I felt her ass give just a little. I was able to work half my cock tip into her opening.

I withdrew and lowered down and again gave her a healthy portion of tongue and saliva before going back to the start again.

"Remember. Relax," I said again as I pressed my aching shaft against her pink tightness once more. This time, I was able to get half my cock tip inside her almost immediately. I held it there and let her adjust to the sensation.

Harriet started to writhe on my cock. Just half a tip was already giving her positive feedback.

"Oh, I want it all. I want to feel your balls against my ass."

The white wine had obviously taken its effect on us both.

I pulled back and repeated my tongue lap of honor in this most grand of venues.

Pressing against her ass opening once more, I was able to this time get my full cock tip inside Harriet.

"Just get used to the feeling for a moment. This will work if you relax."

Her back arched again. This time she raised her back and dropped her head as I ever so gently thrust against her pressure.

"You'll feel yourself relax in a moment. That's when I can give you more if you want it."

I needed her to relax her sphincter so that I could feed the rest of my seven inches inside her.

"Oh, it's already so good." She responded.

"Ah, there it goes!" I felt her ass relax, and I was able to press another half inch of cock inside her.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Came her reply. I slowly pulled out of her again, lowered my cock to her pussy to lap up as much lubricant as I could before pressing against her once more.

This time, I was able to press two full inches inside her tight ass. I had five to go.

"I still want to hear you climax, so I'm going to adjust just a little, ok?"

"Hmmmmm!" came the reply. Not a recognized word, but a very affirmative one in any case. Rather than stand behind Harriet, I decided that she'd be more likely to orgasm if I stood on the sofa behind her. As I took my position, I explained to her, "If I stand here, I have a better angle to get inside you." I also had another idea that would help.

I withdrew once more until my cock sat just inside her. I spread my legs so that I was standing over her. This time, as I pressed against her, I used my body weight by slightly bending my knees to apply consistent pressure. The other benefit of this position was that I could reach behind and slide two fingers inside Harriet's wet cunt and start massaging her g-spot on the front wall of her pussy.

Her pussy clenched around my fingers as they slid inside her. This time, my cock descended three inches. The further I descended into her ass, the easier it was for me to stimulate her pussy.

I came up, leaving about one inch inside her before lowering again with the gentle body weight. This time I made it to four inches; my thick main cock vein was squeezed into her ass as the combination of pussy juice, my saliva on her ass, and Harriet's saliva on my cock let me press inside her.

I was deep enough to now be able to flick my fingers over her pronounced clit. I tapped my middle and ring fingers on her clit as quickly as possible before sliding them inside her pussy and rubbing her front vaginal wall.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" my cousin exclaimed. "Drive it into me!" she continued.

I leaned backwards once more, pulling out an inch or so before leaning in on her again. This time, I was able to get another inch inside her. Slowly, but surely, my cock was disappearing down my cousin's ass.

"Jesus! Oh, fucking hell!" Her cries of pleasure were getting louder and louder.

I was able to now start to thrust Harriet's ass. Not in and out, but stimulated fucking. I thrust hard against her; she reacted by bucking up against me. My fingers continued to work on her clit and G-spot, my cock now fraction by fraction nearing its deepest spot possible.

Her cries deepened and became yelps and squeals as her pussy and ass were both pleasured at the same time.

Using my other hand, I reached around and steadied her left breast as they both swayed with the motion we had. Squeezing her nipple and cupping her tits, I had another idea to help Harriet reach her orgasm.

"Look down and to the side for me." I instructed. My cousin did as was requested.

My idea was going to work. Her tits were sufficiently luscious that I was able to move her nipple and areola forward and hold it steady for Harriet to kiss her own nipple as I fucked her ass and stimulated her pussy.

She eagerly took my offering as I once more leaned down onto her waiting and stretched asshole. I held her nipple still as she sucked and licked it, and I drove the remains of my cock into her ass as my other hand continued to finger-fuck her cunt.

Her muffled screams echoed throughout the house as my balls came to rest against her ass. Harriet's sucking got more and more aggressive as she licked and sucked her own breast as I started to thrust in and out of her ass.

To start with, I only pulled about an inch out of her ass before pressing it back in. As our combined lust grew, this became more and more. Before long, I was fucking my cousin's ass with five inches coming out before descending to her depths. She had my seven inches of girthy cock inside her, two of my fingers working her clit and G-spot deep inside her pussy while she kissed and licked her own tits, which I was holding steady for her.

We continued like this until I felt Harriet's cunt tighten around my fingers and begin to convulse as she started her orgasm.

All I could do was drive my cock inside her tight ass and wait it out, for fear that I'd lose my load before I was ready.

"JESUS. Fucking. Hell. Fuck MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Harriet had briefly come up off her own breast before taking it back in her mouth as I continued to feel her cunt squeezing the life out of my fingers.

My balls tightened at the sight and sound of all of this. The last few days were taking their toll on my ability to stop shooting my cousin's head off with an embarrassing amount of cum.

The loungeroom door suddenly slammed behind us just as a silhouette appeared beside me.

It was Jody. I was balls deep in her daughter's asshole, with two fingers in her cunt and my other hand holding her breast still so she could kiss and caress herself.

I'd reached my limit; whether or not she was there, I was going to shoot a load of cum.

My aunty exclaimed, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" just as I pulled out of her daughter's ass and jerked my cock a couple of times.

Spinning around to look at Jody, I couldn't help but let the first stream of cum blast from my balls. It traced a line over Harriet's body and hit her mother square on the stomach...