Harry Stevens - Naughty horny cousins

Marsha Cole loved to fuck. And, although she was not yet out of high school, she had done it plenty. Cocks were her hobby.

She had fucked classmates and strangers, anybody who seemed willing. Even four sailors at once on a wild night when she had let herself be gang-banged.

However, Marsha's sex life was not complete, as far as she was concerned. It wouldn't be until she had tried the one thing she hadn't experienced. It was just something she had to do.

Her goal? Marsha Cole would not be satisfied until she had fucked a member of her own family!

The more she thought about it the hornier she got about the idea. But at the same time her incestuous desire had the opposite effect on her feeling for ordinary guys. They were starting to turn her off. In other words, she was getting to the point where she wanted to fuck somebody from the family or nobody. It was really cramping her style.

Finally, Marsha decided to do something about her problem. She reviewed the likely prospects. Her older brother, Tad, was number one on her list. She had seen his cock when he was getting out of the shower and even limp it was especially big. Marsha guessed it went at least ten inches when it was hard. The only problem was that right now Tad was away at college.

Fortunately, though, Marsha had a cousin whom she dug almost as much as her brother. Her cousin's name was Jerry, the son of her father's brother. Marsha and Jerry were exactly the same age, sharing an identical birthday on which the whole family got together and celebrated every year. Because of this, the cousins had been thrown together since early childhood and knew each other very well.

Except that if Marsha had her way, Jerry was going to find out that he didn't know her as well as he thought he did.

One afternoon after school Marsha invited herself over to Jerry's for a swim in her cousin's pool. There was nothing unusual about this. The family ties between Marsha and Jerry were just about as close as they could be. And since Jerry's dad, Marsha's Uncle Roy, had made it big in the construction business, he was very generous about sharing his lavish house. Marsha had as full a run of his place as she did of her own home.

Now Marsha and Jerry stood beside the pool. Jerry took his shirt off to catch some sun. Marsha liked the way the muscles danced across his bare chest and back when he swung his arms. However she was a lot more interested in what the rest of him looked like naked.

"I'd better go change into a bathing suit," Marsha said to her cousin. "You going to take a dip with me, Jerry?"

"Sure. Why not?" Jerry answered with a shrug. "You know where my mom keeps her stuff. You can go borrow one of her suits while I'm putting on my trunks."

The cousins parted to go to separate dressing rooms. Marsha quickly took off her clothes, then slipped into the skimpy bottoms of one of her Aunt Rose's bikinis. However, she did not put on the halter. This she kicked under a chair so she remained nude from the waist up.

"Jerry," she called to her cousin through the thin wall between the dressing rooms, "could you come in here a second and give me a hand?"

"Just a sec," Jerry called back.

A moment later he appeared in the doorway, wearing his trunks. All that Marsha wore was the bikini bottom. She stood there facing her surprised cousin with her bare tits hanging free.

"I can't find a top to put on," Marsha cheerfully stated as though there were nothing out of the ordinary about her half-naked appearance.

"I-I thought you were dressed," Jerry stammered, his reaction to his cousin's exposed tits betrayed by the instant lump in his trunks from his stiffening cock. "M-maybe I'd better wait outside."

"Don't be silly," Marsha said. "You've got to help me look for a top. There has to be one around here someplace."

Marsha bent over at the waist to look at the floor. This pointed her ass in her cousin's direction. Now Jerry could see the bikini bottom catch between her plump ass cheeks and tug at her crotch. Wisps of brown pussy hair curled at the cutting ribbon of the taut fabric.

Jerry took a deep breath as his prick grew even harder in his trunks. He knew he should leave, or at the very least turn away, but his cock was doing his thinking for him at the moment, and he did neither. Instead he just kept staring at the scarcely covered view of his stooping cousin's ass and pussy, feeling his self-control melting while temptation mounted.

Meanwhile, Marsha spotted something under a chair. She reached for it, then stood and turned around to face Jerry, brushing her tits against his chest.

"Here's the top to the bathing suit!" she smiled, the garment in her hand. "Help me put it on, Jerry."

She handed the halter to her cousin. He was so nervous that he dropped it. Both he and Marsha bobbed down together to get it, their foreheads meeting. Suddenly Marsha kissed him.

"What'd you do that for?" Jerry gulped after abruptly straightening up.

"It just came over me," Marsha giggled. "You know, this is a funny thing to be saying to my own cousin, but you're cute. Bet a lot of girls would kiss you if you gave them half a chance. They might even go further than that."

Marsha paused, as her cousin blushed.

"Do you ever give them the chance, Jerry?" she purred.

"I-I'm kinda shy around girls," Jerry stuttered. "Always seem to get in my own way when I'm around them."

"Maybe you need some lessons," Marsha said. "C'mon, put your arms around me. Let me show you how to kiss."

When Jerry didn't move, Marsha snuggled up to him, pressing her bare tits against his chest so he could feel her nipples throb. Then she folded his arms around her waist, placing his hands on the cheeks other ass.

"Now, just lean your head down a little bit so your lips touch mine," Marsha murmured, "and the next thing you know"

They were kissing again. This time Marsha used her tongue, filling her cousin's mouth with it. Down below she could feel the pulsing bulk of Jerry's cock and balls against her lower belly.

"Mmmm, that's better. Much better," Marsha sighed when the second kiss was broken. "You're learning fast, Jerry. Now, the next time use your hands while we're kissing. Don't be shy about where you touch me."

There was another kiss. This time it was Jerry's tongue that did the darting. And one of his hands slipped under Marsha's bikini bottom so it clasped her bare ass.

After this kiss ended Marsha was even bolder than before.

"Undress me," she told her panting cousin. "A girl is always hotter for a guy when she's naked for him."

"Are you sure this is what you want me to do?" Jerry rasped.

"Just strip me and you'll find out all about what I want," Marsha cooed, placing her cousin's hands on her hips so he could effortlessly pull down her bikini bottom.

Jerry closed his eyes, grabbed the fabric, and jerked his wrists. He could hear Marsha chuckle as the bikini bottom melted away. When he reopened his eyes she wore nothing but a grin.

"Like me?" she asked in a whisper that was as sexy as her nude body.

"Jesus, yes," Jerry panted with excitement, his rigid cock pushing put the front of his trunks so far that there was a pink flash of his quivering balls.

"Now it's my turn to strip you," Marsha said. "I just know your prick is absolutely huge."

Jerry stood there like a statue, while his trunks were lowered. No girl had ever seen his cock when it was hard. He hoped he wouldn't be too embarrassed.

"Oh, my God, it's a monster!" Marsha joyously exclaimed. "What a big, big prick!"

Jerry looked down at his jutting cock as though he'd never seen it before. He was just in time to watch Marsha take his prick in her mouth as she knelt before him.