Eat her to orgasm

"I want you to.." Stacy twists her arm around to grab my wrist as I continue to hold onto her forearm. "I need you to.." she corrects herself as she uses my arm to help pull herself atop the low garden wall between us. "I need you to use that special tongue of yours on my pussy and finish me off!"

I hear the urgency in my cousin's panting voice as assuredly as I feel it in the way her fingers dig deep into the flesh of the forearm she so desperately holds onto. Taken aback by her desires, I try to pull away from her, but she won't let go.

"Have you gone daft from too much masturbating, Stace?" I ask in a hoarse whisper, not wanting to draw further attention to my naked self as I stand in an alleyway adjacent to the cottage we now share. "Uncle Ken or the workmen could come up from the basement at any moment! Let's get inside!" I insist, trying to pull the wild-eyed redhead off the rough-hewn stone wall where she sits.

"You didn't care about that when you were slurpin' on the constable's sausage!" Stacy counters in a still-loud voice. "Why now?"

"But.. but he **** me into that!" I try and plead my case.

"Well, then.." she replies. "I'm forcing you, too!"

I wince as she twists my arm around sharply. The pain shoots up to my shoulder.

"Just eat my pussy, dear cousin, and we can call it a night!" Stacy tells me, in a more relaxed tone of voice.

"Okay! Okay! You don't have to be so rough!" I tell her, stepping towards her and reaching up with my free hand to pet the hair away from her porcelain features.

I smile when I feel her grip loosen, though I feel her spread legs wrap behind me. Her bare heels caress my calves.

"You know I love your sexy body, Stace!" I smile even more brightly as I see her calm, her arms dropping to her sides. Her hands now help to balance her on the wall's top edge. I lean in and give her a kiss, accepting one back as well, as those pouty slices of pink pull at my bottom lip. I slide my hands along the pink cotton that covers her flanks, hear her purr of self-satisfaction as I caress her abundant curves.

I feel, though, it's my time for action. My turn to hold the upper hand. I suddenly remember it was her leaving me stranded on the trellis that led me to the officer's lap in the alleyway. After all, we only climbed the thorn-adorned trellis because she had wanted to prevent me from running from the repairmen in the skimpy attire she had made me meet them in by locking the back door as I exited. The images fly through my mind as I slowly glide my hands lower, making contact with the satiny white flesh of my cousin at her sleepshirt's end. While she is the proverbial putty in my hands, now is the time to make my move..