Joey came up behind her on his knees, his prick sticking out eagerly. Betsy reached back to grab his cock, and she pulled him straight to the wet crease of her cunt.
"Fuck me till I'm dripping!" she panted. "And then we'll see whether or not this cock fits up my asshole?"
She guided his cock into her pussy, and again she felt the thrilling sense of resistance as her tight cunt wrestled with and then accepted greedily the thrust of Joey's stiffened teen cock.
His groin bumped hard against her ass and she gasped, and he started to fuck in and out, his hands gripping tightly at her hot sweaty little ass.
"Oh, Christ, Joey!" she moaned, rolling and swaying to his cock attack, "I love the way you fuck me!"
CHAPTER TWO
Amy Gibbs yawned, her mouth gaping. She knew it looked bad, but who the fuck was gonna see her? This was almost the first breakfast she'd ever eaten alone, and certainly the latest breakfast she'd ever eaten.
"Well, fuck that too!" she said aloud, giggling as she heard the nasty word echo through Aunt Molly's spotless kitchen.
Aunt Molly was at work in town. Who the fuck knew where cousin Betsy was? Jesus, what did people do for fun out here in the country, anyway? It was going to be a shitty two months, you could bet your fucking ass on that. She was enjoying the freedom to say anything, though. She sure couldn't talk dirty at home. Her patents were okay, but Christ, they took religion so fucking seriously!
Like, this summer they were in Honduras as missionaries.
And to top it all off, they'd farmed her out – literally – to Aunt Molly, down here at the ass end of nowhere. At least back in Cincinnati she had her friends. Here she didn't know a goddamn soul.