..Stacy finds yet another use for the racket

Not wanting Anastacia to make a scene in front of my webcam site's regulars, I walk meekly back into the room.

I obey as my sexy cousin motions with her right hand for me to kneel next to the computer desk's chair. I do so, getting down on my knees on the carpet. This bending causes the knicker material Stacy had **** me into leaving gathered between my bumcheeks for my travel to answer the door to dig deeper into my ass cleavage, as well as pull tight against my swollen pussylips.

I see Stacy reach over to the desktop to adjust the round orb of the webcam so the monitor's screen shows both of us, including the still-exposed lips of Stacy's twat.

At this close range, I can see that my dear cousin's overflowing juices have even caused a wet spot on the rough grey material that makes up the seat cushion covering. My gaze is then diverted by the movement of Stacy's hands.

I watch her delicate, fair-skinned hands turn the tennis racket so the rubber-coated blackness of the handle is pointing straight at me. I don't need to look to her for guidance in my next endeavor, but I glance to those hazel eyes anyway.

Seeing she has my attention, she simply looks at me and shifts her head slightly back and opens her pouty lips into a big wide oval.

I obediently follow suit, knowing what is to come and trembling a little because of it. Stacy wants me to take her impromptu dildo in my mouth!

The sexy redhead waits for me to make the first move, keeping the racket end's blunt tip just millimeters from my open lips.

I finally swoop my head towards it and capture the handle between my lips. I start to suck for all I'm worth, feeling degraded and dirty wantonly sucking on the rod that is coated with my cousin's juices. I rotate my head around the shaft, making a great show of getting every sweet bit of nectar off the rubber for my world wide fans.

I notice dear Anastacia is getting aroused by my fellating display as well, her left hand now back between her alabaster thighs as she strokes her coral-colored pussypetals with her index and pinky fingers and gouges deep inside her with the middle two fingers.

I decide that I am permitted to get myself off as well, and try to peel my tautly stretched knicker gusset to the side, but my navy athletic briefs simply disappear betwen my tight cuntlips. I find myself yanking the rope of material between my tan legs, heading for a climactic peak as the cloth abrades the delicate membranes of my pussymeat.

As Stacy and I both cum together, I almost **** on the tennis racket's handle as she convulses in pleasure and jams the racket harder towards me. I manage to grip the handle and guide it back out of my mouth without losing a tooth.

We both hear a truck start up.

"That better not be the movers leaving!" warns Stacy as she lies back in the swivel chair in an exhausted heap.

I run to the window and throw it open fully to stick my upper body out. I spy a package delivery truck. "Hold on! Wait!" I yell, waving , trying to get the attention of the driver.

I'm not sure it's my frantic waving or the bobbing of my boobs in the tight white tank top that gets the young delivery driver's attention, but I'm successful nonetheless. He steps out the sliding side door and yells to me, "I've got a parcel that needs a signature, miss!"

"I'll be right down!" I yell back, then pulling back inside the window and shutting it. I was just relieved it wasn't the movers on their way out. As I head towards the door, I wonder who could have sent a package and what it might be.