Victoria Parker - The youngest aunt

Prissy Ford, her mother Jill and her sister, Darcy, were at the county fair with Bobby Madison, Prissy's cousin.

Prissy was a teenager, with long, sandy blonde hair which she had in bangs on her forehead, parted in the middle and pulled into a ponytail in the back. She had a sweet, angelic face. She had sparkling, blue eyes, and her body was a teenaged marvel. She had rich, juicy hips, a dream ass tight, round and high and her tiny waist curved into lush hips in sweeping curves. Her tits were firm and the size of baseballs.

She wore a white sundress and brown sandals. Her er sister, Darcy, had darker brown hair, and a lush shape, particularly in her round ass and her hips. She had nice, round tits.

Bobby was on leave from the Navy and wore his white sailor uniform. He had stopped to see his aunt and cousins for a few days before, he had to check back in at the Norfolk, Virginia shipyard.

Jill Ford and her husband, Jim, lived in southern Virginia, so it was on Bobby's way, and his mother had instructed him to visit his relatives.

Jill was a buxom lady, stacked in all the right places generous curves at the hips, an expansive ass that had a very sexy spread when she sat down, and huge tits. She had dark-brown hair and though no one ever said it to her, Bobby had always thought she looked like Raquel Welch. He also thought she had a body as fabulous as the star's unique figure.

Bobby was in his second hitch in the Navy. He was tall, lean and very fit, with a flat belly and muscular arms. He looked great in his sailor whites, so tight on his taut, hard body.

He had curly, brown hair that he had cut short into a crew cut, and his square face gave him that all-American look. It had been three years since he'd visited his relatives and he was impressed how the two girls had budded into little teen beauties, especially Prissy, who looked as though she could win the Miss American Teen contest.

Jim Ford was at work that day. It was toward the end of the summer, and as the fair was outside of town at the fairgrounds, Jill suggested they all spend the day there.

When they arrived, Jill wanted to see the arts-and-craft displays and she took Darcy with her. Bobby and Prissy headed for the rides and the glitter of the midway.

As they walked together, Bobby was very aware of Prissy's lush, body under her thin, white sundress. She had on pink lipgloss and her cheeks were burnished with a wine-red rouge. She was a stunning darling, and even though she was his cousin, he thought briefly about fucking her, then dismissed the thought.

They played a dart game first, and Bobby watched Prissy bend over the counter and cum the darts at the balloons. Her gorgeous, ass pushed against the tight sundress, and he could see her perfect, round curves.

His cock thumped.

When they finished the dart game, he took her hand, and they walked down the midway, bought some cotton candy, and Bobby watched Prissy's sweet, tongue lick at the sugar goo. His cock got harder and pushed out of his tight, sailor uniform.

She's really something, he thought really a hot, piece.

Then they went to the rides. Prissy wanted to go on the loop-to-loop. They stood in line, bought their tickets and went up to the man who was seating everyone in the little red cars.

The carnival man opened the door to the car, and Prissy sat down, then Bobby slipped in beside her. The man locked the bar across them, and they sat waiting for the ride to begin.

"Oh, I just love the loop-to-loop!" Prissy squealed as they swept high in a circular arc, then swooshed down, around and back up again. Prissy's stomach fell out. She yelped, "Wheeee!"

Suddenly, before she knew what had happened, Bobby had slipped beneath the seat bar and was on his hands and knees on the floor of the car. Down there, no one could see him.

"Bobby!" Prissy squealed. "Whatcha doin' down there?"

He put his hands on her knees and spread her legs wide, then he lifted the hem of her little white dress, peeled it back up onto her stomach to reveal a delicious pair of little pink panties.

He thumbed the elastic top of the nylon panties and stripped them down Prissy's thighs. He pulled them out from under her ass, took them down her legs, and yanked them off.

"Bobby! What don't Bobby!" Prissy protested, but the ride had her swirling with the looping and arching of their car, and when Bobby mashed his face into her fuzzy, exquisite cunt, she nearly fainted from the sheer joy of his wet lips and flapping tongue.

Bobby sucked her pussy as the ride looped up and down.

"Oh, wheeeee, wheeee, wheeewwwww!" Prissy yelled.

Up, around, down, up, around, down, the loop-to-loop swirled, and up, around, down, up around, down, Bobby's tongue twirled. Pretty Prissy looked down and saw his wagging, pink tongue slap into the sandy fuzz-curls surrounding her delicious pussy.

She had never had sex before. She had masturbated a few times, and she had delighted to the sensation when she came. Cunt-lapping was something new forbidden, dark, bright, thrilling. That Bobby was eating her on the loop ride intensified the simmering slices of satisfaction that were shimmering through Prissy's fabulously fine body.

She felt lightheaded almost faint, but it was a delectable sensation a sensation of sugar sweet ecstasy she would never forget. She watched Bobby on the floor of the car licking her cunt, her legs spread wide, her round, ass on the edge of the dirty, red leather seat.

"Ooooohhhwhhhoooo, shit!" she bellowed, as the ride sailed in its arc. She squealed in radiant raptures, in pure delight.

"Mmmmmm, Goddamn!" Bobby muttered, his tongue flapping like a hungry dog now, slicking her cunt-slit, greasing up and down in hot lickety-splits.

"Eeeeek! Oh! Whoooo, sssshhhhheeee!" Prissy screamed. "Phewwwwhooooo!"

Bobby sucked her pussy into his mouth, his lips wide open. He chewed, nibbling her delicate, tasty pussy.

"Ah, nooooo, yikes! Oh! Whewwweeeee!" Prissy sobbed in screeching pleasure. "Oh, shit, Bobby!"

She couldn't help her screams of delight as the car arched and whooshed downward, then swirled back up high in the sky. Bobby had her now. He could feel her body stiffen. She thrust her lithe hips off the seat, pushed her cunt against his face and came.

"Wheeeeeeeeeeee!" she whooped. "Oh, wowwweeeeeeeeee! Ah, ah, uh, uh, uh! Whoooshhhhhhhheeee! Eceek! Ah, ah, ha, Bobbbbeeeeeeee!"

She twisted, squirmed, shuddered violently on the seat as the red car twirled up and down and around. Bobby's tongue swirled madly at her pussy.

She slumped back in the seat, panting, her body heaving up and down. Bobby got up, stuck her pink panties in his pocket and pulled her dress down. He put his sailor cap on his curly, brown hair, and sat down beside Prissy.

The ride came to a slow stop, and the man was letting people out of their little red cars.

They pulled up to him. He unhooked the bar.

Prissy was so weak she couldn't move.

"Guess the ride was too much for her," Bobby said, smiling. He picked up his sweet, cousin, got a hold on her, and carried her away.

Back on the midway, Bobby found a bench at a hamburger stand and sat down. He bought her a Coke, and held her with his arm around the waist.

"Oh, Bobby Madison," she whispered, "what did you do to me up there on that ride?"

"I sucked you off!" he whispered.

"Bobby! God, Bobby, that wasn't normal!"

"You liked it, I could tell."

She just smiled and sipped her Coke.

"You liked it didn't you?" Bobby asked. "It was really wild, Bobby? I never felt anything like that before."