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It was another day on the road during this Summer Vacation. The Tennysons were smooth sailing across the countryside in the Rust Bucket. All was going great, that is until a large traffic jam stopped them dead in their tracks.
"What's the hold-up? They could sell out of those snacks at any minute, grandpa!" shouted Ben, the young boy was eager to get to a city that was selling a new kind of snack. But soon, they could sell out due to how popular they were being presented as.
"Well, looks like we're going to miss out on it with this traffic." Max scratched his head while Ben lowered his head.
"Aw man..." Ben said in a sad tone. He was really looking forward to those snacks too.
"On the bright side, we're not too far from a nearby town. How about I make it up to you by getting you some snacks there?" Max offered, to which Ben nodded.
As they arrived at the nearby town.
Ben's cousin Gwen was more focused on something else, sitting in her seat while on her laptop, browsing the web for the latest trends in technology and clothing. She'd been on her computer all summer, making sure to update her blogs and other social media. "I guess I'll take the snacks too. Beats whatever we've been eating lately." she whined to her grandfather.
"I'll just be quick. Play nice, you two." Max said, pointing a finger to the both of them. It didn't go unnoticed to him how the tension between his grandkids was growing over this road trip. The young teens were not happy to be stuck in the same room together for a good chunk of their summer, but they've had to manage so far, even if it meant arguing most of the time.
"Yeah yeah, no problem, Grandpa." Gwen waved him off. Once he was out of sight, the young red-head returned to her laptop. As much as the redhead loved or rather hated to argue with her cousin, she didn't want to waste the few minutes that Ben wasn't bugging her in silence, not after the amount of hours they spent in the RV together already, and today seemed no different.
"Ugh...Low battery already? Where'd I put that charger?" Seeing her laptop decrease in battery life, she was about to grab the charger,. And once she got up while Ben was drinking some soda, she bent down, revealing her luscious rear to the boy, making him spit out his drink in the process, the shock being enough to get him to act like that. "What was that?!" Gwen exclaimed, noticing the sound. But when she saw the mess on the ground, her face immediately went from concerned to upset. "You're cleaning that." Gwen demanded.
"Oh, uhm, right. Yeah." He said, scrambling to clean up the soda that spilled on the ground. As the young lad was distracted by his own thoughts, a thought popped into his head. 'Why's it so big and round?'. It seemed to sudden and out of nowhere too, the way her white pants hugged her rear nicely, the way that her bubble butt jiggled as she looked around for her lost item.
'She is not that hot. This is Gwen we're talking about!' His inner voice was in conflict. While his hormones were going through puberty and his libido was on the rise, his cousin, his annoying know it all cousin was someone he'd never find attractive in a million years, or was she? 'That is one fine piece of ass.' he continued to think to himself, his member The redhead found the cord and plugged her device to her charger. Once she turned her head, the first thing that she noticed was her cousin, Ben. He was looking directly at her. Or rather, her body. A sly smile made its way to her lips.
"Hm. Well, look who's staring." Gwen said, making Ben flinch in embarrassment at her comment. The redhead could tell that the brown haired boy was checking her out. What a perv.
"N-No way! I wasn't doing anything." the brunette defended, getting a scoff in return. As he tried to hide the tent in his jeans from his aroused erection.
"Oh, I saw it. And I know what you were looking at." She snickered. "You're usually decent at hiding things, doofus. But it looks like you can't hide this one."
"W-What are you talking about? I'm not hiding anything..."
"No? Then what do you have to say about this?!" With brute force, as she turned around, Gwen forcibly smacked her own ass cheeks. Each of them creating a ripple effect, bouncing against each other, her ass shaking and jiggling in place, the sight making Ben stagger and flinch in response.
His eyes glued to her rear, unable to peel them away from her thick, voluptuous behind. Her large, juicy butt was exposed, the fabric of her tight white pants was digging deeper and hugging her meaty flesh, her plump, round bottom wobbling in his direction. She smirked in amusement. "Hehe. See?"
"AAA...AAGH!" Ben convulsed on the spot after seeing that, having quite the reaction. The stimulation, her sexy display was enough to make the young boy cum on the spot. Streaks of semen splurting onto his boxers and the back of his underwear. His cock was pulsating, throbbing and twitching within his jeans, his climax being so powerful that his seed soaked the front part of his pants, the dark stain evident to anyone who would lay eyes upon his groin, showing the amount of pleasure he felt from her show.
"Aaahh, ahhh, aaaggh..." Ben moaned, trying to regain his composure from the aftershock of his ejaculation. He was still recovering, the sensation was intense.
"Hahaha! Called it. You're interested in this, aren't you?" Gwen laughed at Ben's reaction. She then teased some more, still standing there, but managing to shake the cheeks of the rear by lightly bouncing up and down on the spot. Making the brown haired teen pant heavily and drool from his mouth. Her ass was driving him insane with lust. He was struggling to remain sane. All of his attention and gaze were directed at her ass, the only thing on his mind right now, nothing else. Only the fat, wide and curvaceous derriere in his sights, her luscious and succulent booty.
"Like the view, doofus? The way my ass moves and sways in motion. My phat, chunky bottom." She shook her hips from side to side, letting him watch her large and bulbous butt sway to and fro. Her words echoing in his mind. She knew exactly which buttons to push. "Well, how's the show, hm? How is it watching your cousin shake her big, thicc and juicy, peach-like butt for you. Is it everything you hoped it would be~?" the redhead taunted.
Her asscheeks clapped, slapping against each other. She made a spanking sound, the smack reverberating, her buttocks rippling, her doughy and fleshy mounds were moving, the entire scene happening before his very own eyes.
"NGHHHH!" Ben tried containing himself, gripping onto the seats of the Rustbucket with all of his might to keep him from going overboard, to stop him from jumping her bones. Gwen giggled at her younger cousin. 'Guh. H-How's she so confident and shameless?!'
"I bet you want to grope these, huh." the redhead continued, squeezing the two supple orbs of flesh. Squeezing her own ass. Fondling and toying with her massive globes in her grasp. Feeling them squish between her fingers and palm. Causing her cheeks to bulge and puff out from her hands.
“Geez…!” Ben twitched.
"Mmm, such a big, thick and huge, meaty booty. So fat, chunky and bouncy, so delicious and appetizing. You could do whatever you wanted to me. I'm sure a horny dog like you wants to pound that wet pussy. To feel that ass. Such an obedient little puppy." her words had a hypnotic and soothing tone to it, the same that would calm a dog and turn them into an affectionate and doting pet. They would listen and follow her commands. That's what the redhead expected him to become. One of her pets. For him to roll on his belly and let her scratch and play with him. She was waiting, anticipating his next course of action.
"RRRRGH!" Ben clenched his teeth, raising his head as he was sweating bullets. Doing his best to stay still, his cock was rock hard. Erect and firm, stiff in his jeans, the tip poking outside, precum leaking out and staining the fabric of his clothes, his rod was begging to come out. The sight of his preteen cousin's voluptuous bottom and her naughty words were getting him riled up and hot, causing him to seethe in anger.
"Like the sound of it clapping, doofus?" She continued to shake it, the sound of her cheeks clapping against each other resounding. The noise was pleasant to the ears. It sounded just right. Music to his ears, in a way. And to his cock, her thick and full, round ass. It's perfect size and proportions were a feast for the eyes, her curvaceous and ample posterior.
Her heart-shaped and plump ass. A true work of art, in the form of her butt. Just ripe for the taking. If he had the guts, that is. Which he did, of course, the only reason he was holding back was because of their relationship. She was his cousin, after all. They were related, their grandparent's would not take kindly to this.
"Well, you can't have it~" Gwen would finally stop as Ben let out the most relaxed sigh he's ever done in his life. Glad that that was finally over. He could finally get the chance to rest and calm his nerves. Although, his member was a different story, he was raging and ready. Horny, in need of release, but the brunette would have to deal with that on his own, preferably in private.
"Geez..." Ben groaned.
"Boy, that was a fun. Hmm..." Then, Gwen had an idea come to mind. A very devious idea. "How about this? If you let me do whatever without our usual arguing, maybe, just maybe, I'll give you a peek. Sounds fair, doesn't it?" Gwen said in a teasing, seductive and enticing tone of voice, making her cousin gulp at the thought. At the image that popped in his mind.
"Y-You'd seriously do that...?" Ben was dumbstruck. Surely, she wouldn't, right?
"Yep. You'll have a great view of the prize. And the reward, of course. Maybe even more. But only if you're a good boy, Ben. Can you manage that, or are you too chicken to handle the heat, hm~?" Gwen had a playful look in her eye. Taunting him further, provoking her cousin, pushing his buttons and challenging him.
Her plan to break the young boy and make him submit to her. Make him bend and cave to her whims, her will. He'd have to obey her every order, and her conditions. No more bickering, no more arguments. Only a submissive puppy to her will and pleasure, that's what he'd have to be.
"...Alright." Ben accepted the offer, to the girl's delight.
And from this day on, it was a ton of teasing in certain instances while Grandpa Max isn't looking.
During the time they went to visit some landmarks, anytime they were on a railing, Gwen would always bend over in front of Ben to show off her ass and have him see that fat ass of hers, the one that made him lose his cool in the Rustbucket that one time, the event was still fresh in their memories. Especially that of the brown haired boy, his erection was obvious, the imprint of his dick visible in his jeans, and sometimes his underwear would rise in his shorts.
Either that, or she would stand in front of him and have him gaze upon her massive and juicy behind. The way that it'd jiggle, shake and wobble was mesmerizing. And during that time, Gwen was a saint to him, a total angel, not a single bad word or argument would leave her lips, she was acting sweet and nice to him, and her smile was beautiful to behold. There was no trace of her previous, cocky attitude.
Speaking of standing behind Ben, one instance involved Gwen being close to his erection. Ben was erect once more and to tease him some more, Gwen was incredibly close to her, letting her behind practically park against his crotch, and her large ass pressed onto his groin as Ben clenched his teeth.
Gwen giggled as Ben was fighting his inner demons to not do anything rash, to not pounce and jump his cousin and start pounding away at that fat, round, luscious and bubble-butt of hers. His instincts, the erotic urge was strong, but the rational and sensible part of his mind was keeping him grounded to reality.
But Gwen was like a succubus, rather eager to see it come out. As she stood behind him, she would lightly wiggle her hips to the point where no one would see her but it was still effective to him, and that's all that mattered, her rear pressing and rubbing on the tent of his pants. Making the brunette struggle to hold on, to keep his willpower in check and not let his lust win and control his actions, his impulses.
Then, when no one was watching, the redhead would slap her own ass. Letting her cheeks bounce and ripple in her wake. But she also made it clamp onto Ben's erection as Ben felt that his member had entered something.
His eyes widened as he felt his member stick onto something past the two cheeks of Gwen's rear. It didn't enter her, or at least, her pussy. But the sensation was still the same, and it drove the young Tennyson insane with sexual desire. This was a clear violation of the agreement.
"Gonna break, doofus?" Gwen teased as Ben was trying to break free from Gwen's hold. At least, he should be able to do it easily, but that other side of him was forcing him to stay there, feeling the soft and squishy, smooth skin and texture of the inside of her asscheeks, his cockhead and shaft nestled and hugged tightly by the softness and warmth of the crack in her rear. He had to use his will to pull himself from her grip, not wanting to end up blowing his load right here, especially not in public. He didn't want to make a mess. A huge mess of his seed in his underwear.
"H-Hold on...This isn't...fair!" Ben grunted, his legs shaking, sweat dripping down his forehead. Gwen smirked at his situation. 'Oh yeah, that's a hot and bothered face, alright. Good. Now, just to give him a light push. Go over the edge.' she thought, licking her lips. "Hey, cut it out, we had an agree—"
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not breaking the rules or our promise." the redhead told him, cutting him off. Knowing what his concern was. She was still honoring her deal with him.
"Hm. Nice sights, don't you two think?" Max asked while looking out into the horizon.
"Oh, yeah, Grandpa. And I bet it feels nice too. Right, Ben?" Gwen emphasized on the latter part, turning to her younger cousin. Ben was struggling to answer properly. Unable to utter a single word. "Cat's got your tongue?"
"Mh, mhph, mmph!" The preteen was at his limits, the tip of his penis was leaking. Precum soaking through the front of his underwear, the stain evident in his jeans. His breathing was heavy, his breath erratic, and the redheaded Tennyson knew that the boy was close to losing his composure.
'Any minute now. Soon, his resolve will crumble and fall. Anytime, now.'
But Ben found the strength to break free, moving back and away from Gwen's clutches. The young boy was panting, trying to regain his bearings from that intense experience. He took deep breaths to steady his ragged and harsh breathing. He was sweating profusely. Still recovering from that moment of passion and tension, and her teasing and his arousal. "W-What's gotten into you?! Geez..."
"I'll tell him if you try anything funny." She whispered to him. Showing that the redhead wasn't playing games and was completely serious, her words weren't a bluff, that was a fact and truth, no doubt in her voice or her facial features. Gwen was dead serious. Despite her mischievous nature, that was one thing that remained consistent, her confidence and bold behavior.
'Grr, that little, why, I oughta!' Ben wanted to argue and retaliate, to respond in kind. To fight fire with fire and put her in her place. To show her who's boss and to turn her world upside-down and inside-out.
But the teasing kept going. Another example was when they went to the beach, or at the local swimming pool. They'd change and dress into their swimsuits, or in Ben's case, his swim trunks. And that was another chance for the older teen to drive her cousin mad, crazy, bonkers and wild.
For this, Ben made sure to try and stay out of Gwen's sight, checking his surroundings constantly, observing his environment. Noticing any potential dangers, or more specifically, the biggest threat in his life right now, his own, redheaded cousin, Gwendolyn Tennyson.
His eyes scanning the area, to and fro. From side to side, the green eyed youth was wary, alert. He could not afford to take a break, not even for a second. That would prove fatal to him and his state of mind, his sanity and mental health. Even his wellbeing was on the line.
But, no matter how cautious or careful the brown haired lad was, the cunning and smart girl would always find a way. Or at the very least, make a new opportunity. When it looked like he was in the clear, Ben went to sit down far from the others, clearing his head.
"Hah..." Ben let out a relaxed sigh. Happy to finally get some alone time. But it did not last long. As soon as he closed his eyes, a shadow casted itself over his figure.
And that's when the young boy knew that his break was short-lived, his peace and quiet would have to end abruptly and suddenly. The worst was yet to come, and the source was above him.
Blocking the sun, the silhouette looming over his frame, hovering. And then, a loud and deafening smack came. An room shattering clap, the sound reverberated around him.
Gwen was wearing just a simple blue swimsuit and nothing more. Her large and meaty cheeks were exposed. And the view of them was blocked from the general population thanks to the spot where she was standing. With no one around to see her and her cousin. Their privacy secured. And so, the older teen decided to indulge herself in her favorite activity: driving her cousin crazy with her butt and body. By slapping her ass. Giving her cheek a powerful whack, her palm coming down on the plump, fat and thick mound, her handprint left on the surface of her skin.
Each spank making the soft, doughy and fleshy orbs of flesh jiggle. Bounce, ripple, quiver and wobble. Squish and squeeze. Her supple and tender behind. Moving in an entrancing and hypnotic manner. Keeping the young male's attention glued on the spectacle, his full and undivided attention was on the scene.
All the blood was beginning to rush towards his dick. Once again, his member was getting harder, firmer, longer and stronger. Stiffening, rising and twitching within the confines of his boxers, and his trunks.
"Gonna break this time, doofus? Come on. You know you want to smack this beauty too~" Gwen teased as Ben had to fight his inner demons once more to not reach out and touch her ass. Grab a handful and squeeze those wide and succulent, juicy globes in his grasp, fondle the bubbly bottom and feel her bare and uncovered rear.
He wanted to play with it, but Ben was a resillient soul.
"Tough. Then you won't mind if I just have a seat, won't you?" She'd then sit her big, phat, chunky and round, bubble-butt onto the boy's lap. Letting her malleable, bouncy, curvaceous, plush and firm derriere rest atop his crotch and thighs, smother his legs, trapping him under the weight and pressure of her prodigious and prominent posterior.
Pinning him beneath the mighty and voluptuous mass. Her sumptuous and delectable bottom. "MMMMN!" Ben grimaced, groaning in discomfort at the sensation and the feeling, her smooth and squishy flesh on his person, his covered dick was pulsating and throbbing between her asscheeks.
Begging him to give in, to surrender, his hormones were calling to him, his inner self was urging him, his conscious and subconscious, were in a conflict. Battling each other for dominance, the outcome was in the air, it could swing in either direction, and the stakes were high.
"Let me just make myself more comfortable~" the redhead shifted and adjusted herself in her spot, on top of her younger cousin. Rubbing and grinding on him, stimulating him. Driving him to his brink and his breaking point. Teasing and tempting the poor boy to no end. Making the most adorable and funny faces, her entertainment was at its highest.
Watching her relative react was amusing, hilarious, a comedy to her. He couldn't resist the pleasure, and his will was slipping, diminishing. Fading fast. Little by little, her words were becoming sweeter. The act was growing hotter and sexier in his mind. It was a shame that he wasn't allowed to touch. Such a tragedy, a damn shame, in his opinion. And his cock's as well. What a sad story to tell.
"Mmmm, ohhh, ahhhhh. Oh yeah. This is great. You're a better chair than the ones at the RV. I'd totally use this seat and ride this anytime." the redhead taunted, moving her hips, gyrating and swaying in his lap, rocking back and forth.
Lifting herself and dropping down on him, the action had a certain effect on the two of them, the stimulation being felt by the pair. Gwen was not exempt from the feelings of lust and sexual desire, the sensations were pleasant. Having his erection grind on her sensitive womanhood was heavenly to her. She was a horny devil, and the brunette was a slave to her desires.
"Oh, don't worry, doofus. There's more to come. And I bet you'll break eventually~"
More days went by, and the teasing kept going, much to Ben's chagrin, his displeasure and disdain. It was starting to become a problem, the girl was pushing him to the edge. But he wouldn't crack. He wouldn't bend. Never. 'I gotta stop her somehow! Think, Tennyson, think!'
Before he could come up with something, he heard music. It was coming from the Rust Bucket. He had no idea why it was blaring in the first place. Was there a party or something?
"What the--" He opened the door and that's when the answer became apparent, seeing the cause of the music. Inside, was his cousin. Dancing to the beat and rhythm. Moving to the tempo, the melody, her feet were tapping on the ground, and her ass was the center of attention. As her buttocks shook, jiggled, bounced, wobbled and rippled, the sound of her clapping and smacking, and the volume of the music were at a high level, enough to draw anyone in, and to drown her words.
"!!" And that just staggered Ben even more as it looked highly enticing to the eyes. Like a ritualistic dance to call to the gods of the jungle. The movements of the body and the hip were mesmerizing, the sway of her waist and her booty was a sight to behold, her dancing had the young boy in a trance, a spell.
A form of hypnosis. Captivated, the performance was enchanting. Entrancing him. Drawing the youth further to his downfall. His libido was increasing, his primal urges and instincts were flaring and raging within. Fighting against the logical and reasonable side, the sensible portion of his brain, the part that was preventing him from jumping and pounding the red-haired vixen.
"Come on, doofus. Don't you want this meatwarmer around your cute cock? I know I do. So come on, let's have a fun time." her tone of voice was sensual and soothing. Calming him down. Lowering his guard, his inhibitions were fading.
Her seductive and sultry attitude and allure was winning, the charm was working. Slowly, but surely, and effectively, at that. The effectiveness and potency was unparalleled, unrelenting in its intensity. Powerful. The force of the impact was devastating to the male's psyche, his defenses were failing. His will was faltering, and the walls that held him together were falling apart. Bit, by, bit...
"Rrrfg...!" Ben clenched his hands.
"Hm. This is all going my way. Pretty soon, this summer vacation will actually be fun, outside of all the alien and bad guys we find. I-" But before Gwen could finish, the second she looked away, she felt something powerful grip onto her cheeks. "EEEP!" She squeaked in surprise and shock. She didn't expect that, to feel someone grab her butt like this. "W-What the—?"
"Haaaaah....!" Ben was craving. He reached his limit and now he was furious. Furious to take revenge. And he would have that vengeance, right here and now. He'd have his payback. Make her sorry that she ever pushed him to this point. "It's so soft...!" Ben said while feeling her ass, squeezing her cheeks, groping her rear, his hands sinking in and gripping her flesh, her fat, thick and massive bottom.
"Nnn!" H-Hold on!" Gwen actually didn't expect Ben to really jump her bones, and was quite stunned at his sudden course of action, but her look of surprise didn't deter him in the slightest. In fact, the way her mouth was hanging, agape. Shocked, the image of her, and the reaction was making him go wild. He wanted to violate that hole.
"You're pure evil, you know that! Making me watch you and not allowing me to touch. Well, no more of that! I'm taking that hig!" Ben shouted, the pent-up anger, frustration, the built-up rage and lust. It was all free.
"Wait! L-Let's talk about this, doofus!" Gwen was now the one sweating bullets. But it was too late. He suddenly gave Gwen's ass a powerful smack, stronger than what she had done to her cheeks in the previous moments. Causing a large ripple effect on the surface of her plump, bubbly butt. "Eep!"
Ben wasn't holding anything back, his attacks were relentless and ruthless. He'd alternate and switch from cheek to cheek, spanking and grabbing. And Gwen was practically stunned in place, taken aback by all of this. "M-Mmmmn, ahhhh, oohh..."
'Oh shit!' the redhead cursed to herself in her thoughts. She wasn't expecting him to be this strong and fierce, the way that he struck her, his blows had power, and a lot of vigor and energy to boot. Force to the maximum degree, his strength was incredible, her buttocks were bouncing and rippling from his impacts. Wobbling, jiggling, squishing and shaking from the assault of her behind, the waves traveling through the soft and supple flesh, her skin and meat, the mounds were trembling, vibrating.
"Let me see it...!" The hungry Ben then ripped apart Gwen's pants. Revealing a pink, bare pussy, dripping wet from her own arousal, and her large, bulbous, fat, juicy and round, thicc, and luscious ass was in plain view for his eyes. Her entire figure was his to gaze upon, to marvel at the sight. To appreciate, her curvy, hourglass shape and proportions, her slender, slim, thin and athletic form, and her busty, bouncy and succulent bosom. "Heh. You weren't even wearing anything else. You tried another cheep trick on me!"
"Ah, uh, well..." the preteen was at a loss for words, the tables were turned on her and she couldn't hide that. Or deny the accusation.
"Now it's really time for payback." Ben then pulled down the front of his cargo pants, revealing the very thing Gwen kept playing around with: his rock hard and throbbing dick, a drop of precum at the tip of the shaft, and it was aimed straight at her. Ready to strike, to enter her and penetrate.
"Now hold on, Ben...M-Maybe I was too harsh on you, and maybe we should calm down and EEEEEEE!" But it was too late. It was right in there. Deep inside of her, her walls were spread, forced open. The size of his girth and the length of his rod was spreading her, and his heat, the warmth and his pulse. They were invading her space. Making their home in her core. Right where it counted.
"Finally." Ben said as the thrusting had begun.
"Oooh! Oooh!" Gwen was moaning, her cunt was being pounded. Poked and prodded, her insides were stretched and molded, the head of his member was kissing her womb, knocking on the doors to the deepest and innermost parts of her. Slamming her cervix. Each blow was sending a wave of ripples throughout her voluptuous and massive, chunky, bubble butt, the sounds of her ass clapping was echoing loudly, and her cries were like music to his ears.
Ben was smiling at her. Enjoying her misery, her expressions, the faces that the older teen was making, and her reactions. He was having the time of his life. And the best part of this was that Grandpa Max had gone to a nearby restaurant, and wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. Meaning they could make as much noise as possible. With no risk or chance of getting caught.
"Aaahh, aaaaannnhhh, nooooo, h-harder, please. Harderrr, don't stop. Don't slow dowwwnn." She pleaded to him. Tears flowing down her eyes and her tongue was sticking out, drooling from the sides. She was losing her composure, her will was wavering, and her resolve was crumbling. Breaking and falling to the pieces, to the ground and floor. Just like the times that she'd broken him, and the number of orgasms he's had thanks to her.
The tension in the air was thick and the scent was potent. Sex, lust, their sweat. Everything that their actions and current situation brought. Their intense and hardcore mating session. It was all around them, the aroma and atmosphere was enveloping them. Engulfing and surrounding. Surrounding their figures and frames, the aura was filled with sexual desire and longing. Yearning, the carnal urge to copulate, breed and mate. Like a couple of wild, feral beasts in the wilderness, the instinctive need to fornicate and fuck.
"Now I'm the one making the rules!" Ben exclaimed, grabbing onto Gwen's arms and pulling her back, his movements were becoming erratic and violent, his hips were rocking, moving faster, harder and quicker, the force of his plunges and strikes was enough to make the red haired girl bounce in response. Her body was following his lead. Going along with the motions of her lover, the pace that he set, and the rhythm that the brunette was creating. "You're gonna let me do whatever, whenever, however I want. For the rest of the summer vacation, got that?!" He told her in a dominant, aggressive, assertive and commanding manner. No longer the submissive and passive partner in the equation, or the relationship, the dynamic.
"N-No way, doofus! As if I-" But she screechd once she felt the core of her womb being struck even harder, her cousin's dick was assaulting her deepest, and most intimate regions. "OOOOOH! Okay! You can do whatever you want, whenever, wherever. However, okay! If it means I can feel something like this again! Please, let's just keep going!"
"Good." Ben smiled. Happy to hear the positive and satisfactory results. Things were looking to improve from now on, a change was coming. A good, big and great improvement. At least in the boy's eyes and perspective, that is. For Gwen, things were about to get a whole lot crazier and hectic. But that's a story for another day, and the details of those future, erotic and sex filled, lewd tales, will remain in the confines of their imaginations, their dirty, nasty minds, their hearts.