I opened the varsity letter from my aunt and read with entertainment as it announced a family reunion. The reunion was to be held at a Scout inner circle and would be a unsophisticated retreat and a chance for us to renew old families sleeper. The particular date of the reunion fit in with my schedule as I was on fall good luck from the university, so I decided to advert. I sent in my fee and made design to see cousin I had not seen in years.

The weekend of the reunification I arrived former and was somewhat surprised that the accommodations were indeed spartan. All of us were to slumber in a vast barn, in which fingerstall had been placed on the storey. No viands had been made for concealment whatsoever. There were, however, six fairly enceinte bathrooms in the barn, with showers.

At 55, I was one of the erstwhile in attendance. Apparently virtually of the older generation had realized that this was not going to be a luxurious weekend and had opted to outride away. As one of the sure-enough coevals, I did not really know virtually of the menage. about of the cousin were in the 20s and 30s, and they had brought their better half and children with them, who were for the nigh part add together strangers to me.

Fri night we cooked a hog and opened a few kegs of beer. Needless to say, most of the adult drank a picayune too much. As we turned in for the night, I could say that sleep was going to be heavy to come by because of the snoring from the crowd in the barn.

At about 2 a.m. I got off my cot and went away and stretched out on a hammock hung between two trees a few hundred metrical unit from the b. I removed my jammies and relaxed in my boxers, thinking no body would see me. About an minute later, I felt the hillock relocation and heard a sultry voice say,"cousin-german, how about some fellowship ?"and opened my eyes to see one of my youthful cousins standing by the hammock.

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

I looked at Brenda. I knew she was a offset full 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 hanker brown hair. She had nice firm nipple and a dandy looking ass, as I remembered from earlier in the evening.

"mind if I crawl up there with you ?'she asked."cum on"I said. As she climbed into the hammock, my cock came out of my boxers and became semi-erect."Do n't get any ideas, old man crusade we 're cousins, and I 'm married anyway"Brenda said and she squirmed into the hammock, placing her rachis into my stomach so that we were spooning.

I placed my blazonry around her, taking care to not touch her breasts, which were still covered with her nightgown. But her gown had moved up past her panties, and my putz was now pressed against her ass split and it began to harden.

Brenda reached back and flipped my cock with her finger, the sudden annoyance deflating my pecker."I told you, no funny stuff"she said.

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

"Is that so"Brenda replied, and then shoved her ass against my cock, now hardening again. Now she began to move around. I moved a hand to one of tits, and began to kiss her neck and ear. I continued this for a few minutes, then Brenda turned over a little, giving me break entree to those wonderful tits."oh perdition, I 'm steamy, and I sure as infernal region ca n't get fucked in that barn even if that slaggard I 'm married to could get a hard-on more than than twice a hebdomad, so lets see what kind of a lover you are, first cousin. I 'm going to break you dislodge rein to do whatever you want to do."I began to suck on her right nipple, then on the left mammilla, then tried to put as much of the tit in my sass as possible. Brenda was now moaning and telling me to go for it old man.

I got off the hammock and moved my typeface to her stomach, washing her tummy with tongue. Brenda began to shoot down and I could tell she was getting aroused. I tongued her umbilicus, then moved to her cunt opening night. I swiftly grazed her button, and she bucked, but I moved on to her vagina, pushing my tongue into the opening and moving my spit around, lapping up her plentiful juice. Brenda grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to her clit and began to impress my question up and down, making sure my spit stayed in contact lens with her button until she had cum.

She pulled me back onto the hammock, saying"fuck the shit out of me cousin-german, fuck me backbreaking. I need your peter rammed deep into my cunt."

Not knowing I was going to get laid at the menage reunion, I did not play any rubber, and I told her so."so what"she said."if you knock me up, that dumb screwing of a married man of mine will guess it is his anyway. So be intimate me and plant some fertile seeded player in me now."I did as she asked,

I had never fucked in a sack, and boy, it is quite the experience. It added a whole new proportion to the whole shtup game. As my cock entered Brenda, I was surprised how crocked she was because I do not have a big putz, no more than six inches. The hammock swayed as a I pounded my dick as deep into my cousin as I could go, and Brenda moaned and bucked as she came. Then I unloaded stream after current of cum as far into her pussy as I could. When I finished, Brenda surprised me by asking me to get off the knoll, and as I stood by her, she took my limp cock and put it in her mouth and sucked it uninfected. I then went down on her again, and cleaned her pussy of our commingled juices, then we began to french kiss, which led to another frenzied screw, this time on the priming coat below the hammock, with Brenda on top.

It was a first light of great fucking, and we fucked four more clock time that weekend. Sadly for me, we never fucked again after that. By the way, she did not get pregnant .