I opened the alphabetic character from my aunt and read with amusement as it announced a phratry reunion. The reunion was to be held at a scout camp and would be a countrified retreat and a luck for us to renew old families necktie. The day of the month of the reunion fit in with my schedule as I was on fall interruption from the university, so I decided to go to. I sent in my fee and made plans to see cousins I had not seen in years.

The weekend of the reunion I arrived former and was somewhat surprised that the accommodation were indeed spartan. All of us were to sleep in a huge barn, in which cots had been placed on the floor. No planning had been made for privacy whatsoever. There were, however, six fairly orotund privy in the barn, with showers.

At 55, I was one of the previous in attendance. Apparently most of the older generation had realized that this was not going to be a luxurious weekend and had opted to continue away. As one of the older genesis, I did not really live to the highest degree of the family. nearly of the cousins were in the 20s and 30s, and they had brought their married person and children with them, who were for the nearly part aggregate unknown to me.

Friday night we cooked a hog and opened a few keg of beer. phonograph needle to say, well-nigh of the adults drank a little too much. As we turned in for the nighttime, I could recite that slumber was going to be gruelling to issue forth by because of the snoring from the crew in the barn.

At about 2 a.m. I got off my cot and went international and stretched out on a hammock hung between two tree diagram a few hundred groundwork from the barn. I removed my pajamas and relaxed in my boxers, thinking no eubstance would see me. About an hour later, I felt the hammock move and heard a sultry voice say,"cousin, how about some society ?"and opened my eyes to see one of my jr. cousin standing by the hammock.

"Brenda, what are you doing here"I asked her."Too much noise in there, with the snore and farting"she replied.

I looked at Brenda. I knew she was a initiatory cousin, but I had not seen her before tonight. I knew she was 25 years old and married to a 40 year old man. She was about 5'7"tall and 130 pounds, with long brown hair. She had nice house bosom and a great looking ass, as I remembered from earlier in the evening.

"Mind if I crawl up there with you ?'she asked."seed on"I said. As she climbed into the sack, my stopcock came out of my drawers and became semi-erect."Do n't get any idea, old man cause we 're cousins, and I 'm get married anyway"Brenda said and she squirmed into the hillock, placing her cover into my venter so that we were spooning.

I placed my arms around her, taking forethought to not pertain her breasts, which were still covered with her nightgown. But her nightgown had moved up past her scanty, and my prick was now pressed against her ass split and it began to inure.

Brenda reached back and flipped my tool with her finger's breadth, the sudden pain deflating my rooster."I told you, no funny poppycock"she said.

"Sorry, could n't help it, your ass is so beautiful and alluring"I told her.

"Is that so"Brenda replied, and then shoved her ass against my rooster, now hardening again. Now she began to move around. I moved a hand to one of mammilla, and began to osculate her neck and ear. I continued this for a few minutes, then Brenda turned over a little, giving me advantageously admission to those rattling tits."oh snake pit, I 'm horny, and I sure as hell ca n't get fucked in that b even if that slaggard I 'm get married to could get a hard-on more than twice a calendar week, so lets see what kind of a lover you are, cousin. I 'm going to give you devoid rein to do whatever you want to do."I began to suck on her right-hand nipple, then on the left hand tit, then tried to put as a good deal of the tit in my mouth as possible. Brenda was now moaning and telling me to go for it old man.

I got off the hammock and moved my face to her belly, washing her tummy with tongue. Brenda began to go against and I could tell she was getting aroused. I tongued her navel, then moved to her pussy possible action. I swiftly grazed her clit, and she bucked, but I moved on to her vagina, pushing my clapper into the opening and moving my tongue around, lapping up her ample succus. Brenda grabbed my haircloth and pulled my head back to her button and began to act my point up and down, making sure my spit stayed in contact with her clit until she had cum.

She pulled me back onto the knoll, saying"fuck the asshole out of me cousin, fuck me hard. I need your cock rammed deeply into my cunt."

Not knowing I was going to get laid at the family reunification, I did not bring any condom, and I told her so."so what"she said."if you knock me up, that silent fuck of a husband of mine will call back it is his anyway. So piece of tail me and plant some fertile seed in me now."I did as she asked,

I had never fucked in a mound, and boy, it is quite the experience. It added a whole new dimension to the whole ass game. As my peter entered Brenda, I was storm how squiffy she was because I do not have a great cock, no Thomas More than six inches. The hammock swayed as a I pounded my cock as trench into my cousin as I could go, and Brenda moaned and bucked as she came. Then I unloaded watercourse after watercourse of cum as far into her puss as I could. When I finished, Brenda surprised me by asking me to get off the hammock, and as I stood by her, she took my hobble cock and put it in her sassing and sucked it pick. I then went down on her again, and cleaned her twat of our immix succus, then we began to French buss, which led to another frenzied fuck, this time on the ground below the hammock, with Brenda on top.

It was a morning of enceinte ass, and we fucked four Thomas More fourth dimension that weekend. Sadly for me, we never fucked again after that. By the way, she did not get meaning .