This story is complete work of fiction; any resemblance to anyone in real life is purely a coincidence. All characters in this story are 18 years or older.
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Jessi sat down, picked up the phone, and dialed Becky's number. Her dad and Ryan had headed off to borrow the backhoe from Frank, and her mother had gone back over to Marie's to continue helping Marie sew her daughter's wedding dress.
"Hello," said Becky.
"It's me," Jessi spoke into the phone, her voice cheery and bright.
"Hey you!" Becky's voice perked up. "What's up?"
"I talked to mom and dad last night, the camping trip is still on, and Ryan is coming."
"Oh goody," Becky giggled. "I want to meet him. Oh, Stan is coming for sure, and get this—he has talked Lindsey into coming with him!"
"Are they still going out?" asked Jessi.
"Beats me, but they must," replied Becky.
Jessi giggled. "Did he ever get into her pants?"
Becky burst out laughing. "I don't know, but I doubt it. From what I heard she is nothing but a tease. You can't tell anyone, but Kathy told me that she heard her brother and his friends talking about Lindsey. She said that she didn't put out at all, no pussy, no head, and not even a mercy handie. She said that they might be able to cop a feel under her shirt, and she might rub the guy for a few minutes through their pants, but that was about it. As far as they knew the only guy to get off with her was Sureshot."
"I can see that." Jessi laughed. "What I heard about Sureshot is all you have to do is touch his stiffie and he starts to spurt. That must have surprised Lindsey, to have him cum in his pants with her barely touching him."
Becky snorted, "That would have been funny to see. So what's the latest on your cuz?"
Jessi was quiet for a minute, and didn't answer.
"Spill it! Give me the dirt!" There was a giggle of anticipation in Becky's voice. She knew Jessi's silence meant that there had to be something juicy.
"I, uh, gave him head last night." Jessi felt a blush rise in her cheeks.
"You didn't!" Becky almost shouted. "What was it like?"
"Oh my god, it was all I could do to get the head of it into my mouth, he is so big." revealed Jessi.
An astonished Becky asked, "Just how big is he?
Jess thought for a moment, "Well, remember those big bananas we used to practice on?"
"Yes."
"He is little longer than that, and bigger around, I can't get my hand around it," explained Jessi.
"It's making me wet just thinking about it," giggled Becky. "Do you think I'll get a chance to see it?"
Jessi felt a tinge of jealousy and was surprised. She shook it off and replied, "We'll see."
"No fair! You have to share." laughed Becky. "You've got me all interested, now I have to see it how big it really is."
"Well, if we can get Stan and Lindsey out of our hair, maybe there will be an opportunity."
"Good!" Becky exclaimed. "I have to get going. I have to run the store for dad today."
Jessi sat and thought after hanging up the phone. She thought she was being a little silly to be jealous over Ryan. After all, he was her cousin. He had admitted a desire to be with two girls. Also, she wanted to see the look on Becky's face when she saw the size of his erection. The thought of watching Becky jack, and suck on Ryan's stiff cock was making her wet, and since no one was around, and she had time, she headed upstairs.
She stood in front of the mirror, and pulled off her t-shirt. She reached behind her back and undid her bra, and let it drop to the floor. Her hands went to her breasts and caressed them slowly. Jessi was proud of her breasts, they were larger than most of the girls in town, and very firm. When in town, she could feel the eyes of the males ogling her chest, and deep inside she enjoyed it. Her fingers slowly pulled on her nipples, tingles of lust poured through her body with each tug of her nipples.
Jessi walked over to her bed and lay down, propping her head up with a pillow. She had removed her jeans and underwear, and was stark naked. She watched the reflection in the mirror spread her legs, and then the hand that strayed down to her pussy. The finger in the mirror began to slowly rub her clit. She loved watching herself masturbating. There were times when she couldn't recognize the reflection in the mirror as being her.
She moaned lightly as the desire flowed over her. Her eyes closed as she thought about Ryan's erection. How she wished it was here for her to stroke and suck on. Her fingers moved faster as she remembered what it felt like when he was thrusting in and out of her mouth. Her pussy ached like it had never ached before, it wanted that cock inside of it. Faster and faster her fingers assailed her swollen clit, her eyes opened slightly, her cunt lips were so puffy, she spread her legs even further, and with her other hand she began driving her fingers in and out of her pussy. Jessi wondered if Ryan would like her pussy. Would she be able to get him to lick it like she had seen in some of the movies that her and Becky had watched. What would it feel like to have him shoot his load inside of her, would she be able to feel it? She closed her eyes, as she reached her orgasm she saw his cock in her mind, it was shooting its juicy load of warm jizz onto her face. "Yes Ryan," she moaned, "Cum on my face."
Her body shook and writhed as it climaxed, over and over in her mind she could see, and feel his orgasm on her face, she opened her mouth, and she could taste him.
After it was over she lay there, spent, and exhausted. She glanced at the clock and was surprised at how much time had passed. She jumped up and grabbed her clothes, and headed for the shower.
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Jessi pulled up to where her dad and Ryan were working with the backhoe, and honked the horn of the pickup. She yelled at them and raised the cooler with their lunch over her head. It looked like they had made good progress so far this morning. They had dug away much of the bank that had kept collapsing in the creek.
"So what have you been up to this morning?" Bill asked as he bit into a sandwich.
"Oh just being busy," Jessi replied in a coy manner.
