Victoria Parker
The youngest aunt

CHAPTER ONE

Prissy Ford, her mother Jill and her sister, Darcy, were at the county fair with Bobby Madison, Prissy's cousin.

Prissy was a teenager, with long, sandy blonde hair which she had in bangs on her forehead, parted in the middle and pulled into a ponytail in the back. She had a sweet, angelic face. She had sparkling, blue eyes, and her body was a teenaged marvel. She had rich, juicy hips, a dream ass – tight, round and high and her tiny waist curved into lush hips in sweeping curves. Her tits were firm and the size of baseballs.

She wore a white sundress and brown sandals. Her er sister, Darcy, had darker brown hair, and a lush shape, particularly in her round ass and her hips. She had nice, round tits.

Bobby was on leave from the Navy and wore his white sailor uniform. He had stopped to see his aunt and cousins for a few days before, he had to check back in at the Norfolk, Virginia shipyard.

Jill Ford and her husband, Jim, lived in southern Virginia, so it was on Bobby's way, and his mother had instructed him to visit his relatives.

Jill was a buxom lady, stacked in all the right places – generous curves at the hips, an expansive ass that had a very sexy spread when she sat down, and huge tits. She had dark-brown hair and though no one ever said it to her, Bobby had always thought she looked like Raquel Welch. He also thought she had a body as fabulous as the star's unique figure.

Bobby was in his second hitch in the Navy. He was tall, lean and very fit, with a flat belly and muscular arms. He looked great in his sailor whites, so tight on his taut, hard body.

He had curly, brown hair that he had cut short into a crew cut, and his square face gave him that all-American look. It had been three years since he'd visited his relatives and he was impressed how the two girls had budded into little teen beauties, especially Prissy, who looked as though she could win the Miss American Teen contest.

Jim Ford was at work that day. It was toward the end of the summer, and as the fair was outside of town at the fairgrounds, Jill suggested they all spend the day there.

When they arrived, Jill wanted to see the arts-and-craft displays and she took Darcy with her. Bobby and Prissy headed for the rides and the glitter of the midway.

As they walked together, Bobby was very aware of Prissy's lush, body under her thin, white sundress. She had on pink lipgloss and her cheeks were burnished with a wine-red rouge. She was a stunning darling, and even though she was his cousin, he thought briefly about fucking her, then dismissed the thought.

They played a dart game first, and Bobby watched Prissy bend over the counter and cum the darts at the balloons. Her gorgeous, ass pushed against the tight sundress, and he could see her perfect, round curves.

His cock thumped.

When they finished the dart game, he took her hand, and they walked down the midway, bought some cotton candy, and Bobby watched Prissy's sweet, tongue lick at the sugar goo. His cock got harder and pushed out of his tight, sailor uniform.

She's really something, he thought… really a hot, piece.

Then they went to the rides. Prissy wanted to go on the loop-to-loop. They stood in line, bought their tickets and went up to the man who was seating everyone in the little red cars.

The carnival man opened the door to the car, and Prissy sat down, then Bobby slipped in beside her. The man locked the bar across them, and they sat waiting for the ride to begin.

"Oh, I just love the loop-to-loop!" Prissy squealed as they swept high in a circular arc, then swooshed down, around and back up again. Prissy's stomach fell out. She yelped, "Wheeee!"

Suddenly, before she knew what had happened, Bobby had slipped beneath the seat bar and was on his hands and knees on the floor of the car. Down there, no one could see him.

"Bobby!" Prissy squealed. "Whatcha doin' down there?"

He put his hands on her knees and spread her legs wide, then he lifted the hem of her little white dress, peeled it back up onto her stomach to reveal a delicious pair of little pink panties.

He thumbed the elastic top of the nylon panties and stripped them down Prissy's thighs. He pulled them out from under her ass, took them down her legs, and yanked them off.

"Bobby! What… don't… Bobby!" Prissy protested, but the ride had her swirling with the looping and arching of their car, and when Bobby mashed his face into her fuzzy, exquisite cunt, she nearly fainted from the sheer joy of his wet lips and flapping tongue.

Bobby sucked her pussy as the ride looped up and down.

"Oh, wheeeee, wheeee, wheeewwwww!" Prissy yelled.

Up, around, down, up, around, down, the loop-to-loop swirled, and up, around, down, up around, down, Bobby's tongue twirled. Pretty Prissy looked down and saw his wagging, pink tongue slap into the sandy fuzz-curls surrounding her delicious pussy.

She had never had sex before. She had masturbated a few times, and she had delighted to the sensation when she came. Cunt-lapping was something new – forbidden, dark, bright, thrilling. That Bobby was eating her on the loop ride intensified the simmering slices of satisfaction that were shimmering through Prissy's fabulously fine body.

She felt lightheaded almost faint, but it was a delectable sensation… a sensation of sugar sweet ecstasy she would never forget. She watched Bobby on the floor of the car licking her cunt, her legs spread wide, her round, ass on the edge of the dirty, red leather seat.

"Ooooohhhwhhhoooo, shit!" she bellowed, as the ride sailed in its arc. She squealed in radiant raptures, in pure delight.

"Mmmmmm, Goddamn!" Bobby muttered, his tongue flapping like a hungry dog now, slicking her cunt-slit, greasing up and down in hot lickety-splits.

"Eeeeek! Oh! Whoooo, sssshhhhheeee!" Prissy screamed. "Phewwwwhooooo!"

Bobby sucked her pussy into his mouth, his lips wide open. He chewed, nibbling her delicate, tasty pussy.

"Ah, nooooo, yikes! Oh! Whewwweeeee!" Prissy sobbed in screeching pleasure. "Oh, shit, Bobby!"

She couldn't help her screams of delight as the car arched and whooshed downward, then swirled back up high in the sky. Bobby had her now. He could feel her body stiffen. She thrust her lithe hips off the seat, pushed her cunt against his face and came.

"Wheeeeeeeeeeee!" she whooped. "Oh, wowwweeeeeeeeee! Ah, ah, uh, uh, uh! Whoooshhhhhhhheeee! Eceek! Ah, ah, ha, Bobbbbeeeeeeee!"

She twisted, squirmed, shuddered violently on the seat as the red car twirled up and down and around. Bobby's tongue swirled madly at her pussy.

She slumped back in the seat, panting, her body heaving up and down. Bobby got up, stuck her pink panties in his pocket and pulled her dress down. He put his sailor cap on his curly, brown hair, and sat down beside Prissy.

The ride came to a slow stop, and the man was letting people out of their little red cars.

They pulled up to him. He unhooked the bar.

Prissy was so weak she couldn't move.

"Guess the ride was too much for her," Bobby said, smiling. He picked up his sweet, cousin, got a hold on her, and carried her away.

Back on the midway, Bobby found a bench at a hamburger stand and sat down. He bought her a Coke, and held her with his arm around the waist.

"Oh, Bobby Madison," she whispered, "what did you do to me up there on that ride?"

"I sucked you off!" he whispered.

"Bobby! God, Bobby, that wasn't normal!"

"You liked it, I could tell."

She just smiled and sipped her Coke.

"You liked it didn't you?" Bobby asked. "It was really wild, Bobby? I never felt anything like that before."

"What do you wanna do next, cousin?"

Bobby asked. "Wanna go in the Tunnel of Love?"

"I've never been in one, Bobby. It's dark, isn't it?"

"Yes, people neck in there. Wanna neck?"

"Bobby! Stop it!" Prissy snapped. "You're my cousin."

They got up and walked down the midway, looking for Darcy, who was off somewhere with Prissy's mother. They passed the House of Horrors.

Prissy said, "Let's go in and be scared, Bobby."

Bobby bought two tickets, and they went through the yellow and red door, into the darkness. Immediately, a skeleton came rattling at them.

"Ecceek!" Prissy screamed, and flew into Bobby's arms. He pulled her to the side of the hallway, holding her tight. He felt the press of her incredible, juicy body, her lush, curves, the roundness of her beautiful, tits.

He slid his arms around her and plunged his hands around the rippling wonder of her luxurious ass. His cock leaped. His hands fondled and probed the rich curve of her ass, so perfectly formed, so tight and firm.

Bobby tilted her chin and kissed her hotly. Their lips mashed in smacking joy. His hands fanned her teenaged ass, his fingers pinching and rolling. Prissy felt his cock hard against her, another new excitement for the darling girl.

Bobby shoved his hand up under Prissy's dress, feeling her smooth thighs. He pushed his hand between her legs.

"Bobby, you stop that! You've got my panties. You give 'em back right now. What would my mother say if she catches me without my panties on?"

He rubbed her pussy, his fingers scratching her soft cunt-fur.

"Stop, Bobby, you know you shouldn't do that! Now give me my panties!" Prissy huffed.

Bobby took her panties out of his pocket.

"I'll put them on for you," he said, and dipped to his knee in front of her. "Just hold your dress up for me."

"Oh, Bobby, what…"

But he'd lifted her foot and had slipped one leg of the panties on her, then the other. He pulled her thin, pink panties up her calves, up over her knees, then he craned in and plastered his lips to her juicy, pussy.

"Now, Bobby, don't!" Prissy snapped. "You stop that!"

"I'm putting your panties on," Bobby mumbled between sucks and licks.

He sucked her cunt, chewing on her delicious pussy tenderly, lovingly. Then he sent his lewd tongue lapping, swirling up and down her precious cunt-slit, licking her juicy cunt-lips. His hands sneaked behind her and he clutched her beautiful ass.

He nibbled, chewed, licked, and his fingers pressed into the cheeks of her ass. He was good. He knew how to eat cunt, and he was giving Prissy a first-class show.

"Now stop, Bobby! You know you shouldn't… oooohhhhh, Bobby don't… oh, oh, stop, stop, Bobby!"

But he wasn't going to stop. He was lapping at her sweet cunt, and Prissy was lost in the divine sensation his tongue was giving her.

Two teenaged girls walked in the door and walked right beside them, but Bobby still didn't stop. The girls stood in amazement, watching Prissy stand there with her skirt held up, and there was the sailor on his knees chewing at her pussy.

"Wow!" one of the girls said.

"Jeez!" the other whispered. "Look at that, huh?"

Prissy was embarrassed, but she was so overwhelmed by Bobby's expert tongue, what he was doing to her, that all she could do was stare back at the two girls who watched the amazing sight.

"Bobby don't!" she sobbed. "Please stop! Whewffffff!"

The girls watched while Bobby licked her pussy. Prissy was lost. She didn't know what she should do, so she made some obligatory noises of protest.

"Don't, don't now, Bobby. Please! You shouldn't do that to me! Ohhhh, wow!"

Her heart fluttered. She felt the tingle of a climax slip on her. The tickle spread through her, making her little, luscious body shiver.

She stiffened, then bent over at the waist. She let her dress fall. She grabbed back at the wall for support, and Bobby kept chewing and licking, his head bobbing her skirt.

Prissy shuddered with joy. She loved the sensation vibrating her body. She didn't even care that the two girls were watching every second. It was dark, and ail their prying eyes could see was that a lovely girl was getting her pussy sucked. Prissy was loving it.

The girls scooted away when Bobby bobbed up from under Prissy's skirt. Prissy pulled her dress up and adjusted her pink panties.

"You shouldn't do that to me, Bobby, you know that," she whispered.

He took her hand and placed her palm on the flap of his Navy whites, and she felt a hard cock for the first time. She gasped loudly and quickly jerked her hand away.

"You stop that, Bobby!"

His crotch was all wet. His cock had been dripping in his uniform, and his cock was throbbing to get out. He pulled Prissy to him, humping so the head of his cock was pushed against her cunt through their clothes.

He turned her around and pushed her against the wall and began humping in and out, sliding his hard prick against her wet pussy.

"We'll just dry-fuck a little," he whispered. "Stop now, Bobby, please," Prissy said, the big head of Bobby's cock rubbing in and out against her pussy. She'd never felt anything like it before. She was weak with excitement. Bobby was humping her faster and faster, then she felt him stiffen.

"Ahhhh!" he gasped. "Oh, ahhhh."

He creamed his uniform, squirted outa load in his shorts as he dry-fucked his beautiful, cousin in the House of Horrors at the fair.

Prissy's pussy was all wet in her pink panties. She kept thinking about how Bobby's hard-on rubbed her crotch, bow he humped in and out at her, slicking his big cock-head back and forth against her cunt.

They went on through the House of Horrors and came out the other door. They walked down the steps and back into the flow of the crowd on the midway. It was only three in the afternoon. They had all day and all evening left at the fair, Prissy thought. She looked up at her handsome, sailor cousin. He had his sailor's cap tilted cockily on his head.