She'd been excited before, but now, with his hot cock-stalk firmly in her hand. She was going crazy. The way it felt, the juicy squirt of his big hard-on, the throb that she could feel against her fingers – it all had her steaming.
She jerked in and out three times, then let Bobby's cock go. His prick wobbled and spewed a chunk of cum out that splashed on Prissy's sundress.
"Oh, Bobby!" she whispered.
He grabbed her, took her in his arms. His naked cock slapped up between them, pressing against her belly. He kissed her wildly. Their tongues met. Their lips sucked at each other's. Bobby got the hem of her dress up around her waist somehow and she stood with his prick pulsing on her pink panties.
Bobby stuck his hand in her pants, digging down deeply. He felt the slushy goodness of her juices, felt the wet, butter-soft silt of her cunt. He thrust a finger in her pussy-hole.
"Oh, Bobby, it's wrong!" she cried.
He took her hand and placed it on his cock again. His prick was so thick in her grip. His cock throbbed furiously. She couldn't keep a good grip, because his cock was so slick with cum that her hand kept slipping off.
"I wanna fuck you, Prissy!" Bobby whispered hotly.
"Oh, Bobby, no! You can't! I'm your cousin. No, oh, Bobby. Take your hand out of my panties, please."
"I'm finger-fuckin' your pussy, Prissy!"
"Bobby, don't do that… don't finger-fuck… oh, oh, jeez, Bobby!"
His finger slicked beautifully in and out of her tight, cunt, and his hand pushed out her panties at the crotch. She clutched tightly on his cock, felt the hot throb. She looked down, saw his big prick in her hand, and trembled.
Bobby had his sailor cap still on. His face was frozen in a mask of desire for his beautiful, cousin. His hand worked magic, in her panties, his finger slicing in and out of her juicy cunt.
He started to take her panties down. He got them around her thighs, but she protested and moved back a couple feet. He persisted, knelt down, and took her pink panties down to her ankles. He held up each foot, and took them off.