My Cousin Doris 2 SeXStoRY

Readers will remember my original post about Cousin Doris. We had shared a physical experience outside Auntie Helen's house. Here's what happened the next time we got together. Her mom & dad ran a dairy farm, and I sometimes spent part or all of my summers on the farm. After my first encounter with Doris, two things took place: 1) I found a new way to spend "personal" time, and 2) I was looking forward to taking a next step with Doris, physically. It had been over a year since we'd done our side-of-the-house "thing." One day, after school let out for the summer, my mother asked if I wanted to go to the farm. I nearly swallowed my bubble gum in my excitement. Of course, I said "yes." Arrangements were made to drop me off at the farm, and the f****y was awaiting my arrival. Naturally, I was expected to work the farm along with everyone else. By now, Doris and I were 14 years old, and time had caused some changes. The changes were to be mutually-discovered sooner than I thought. Doris and I were instructed as to our farm duties. In reality, I was expected to assist Doris with her regular chores. Needless to say, I did not object. I stowed my stuff in the huge 5-bedroom house, and off we went. Doris reminded me of what to do and how to do it. Measuring the feed sometimes became a challenge, since Doris had changed quite a bit. If you read the first part of the Doris story, you remember how her breasts had just begun to bud. Well, the buds became more like little bulges. We busied ourselves, and finished the chores in what seemed to be no time. That left us time for fun. Doris took me on a tour of the farm, as some changes had taken place since I was there last. As we walked, we also took some initiative to straighten up some things that were a bit askew. In truth, I would have done anything to prolong my time with Doris v. going back to the rest of the f****y. Our tour brought us to the barn. Now, this was a way cool classic barn, with a very big hay loft. After kicking around the main level, we climbed some pretty narrow stairs to the loft. Doris warned me there were "holes" in the floor, and to walk carefully. We became playful, and began to shove each other in a flirtatious way. All of a sudden, distracted by my attention to the "new" Doris, I partially fell into one of those phantom holes in the floor. As would be expected, I reached out to apply a "death grip" on anything I could to keep from completely falling. You guessed it - the nearest "thing" was Doris. I grabbed her arm as I fell, and pulled her down on top of me. Was it fate? As we tumbled to the hay, even though we were only 14, we both knew what was going on. She looked down at me - I looked up at her - and we kissed. It seemed like forever since our time at Auntie Helen's house, but it didn't take long to get the old feelings back. We kissed for a few minutes, and I was getting worked up. I was sure Doris was, too. With nearly 2 years of time clicked away, each of us was a bit more knowledgeable about bodies - and what to do with them. Kisses led to touches, and our hands found select body parts to explore. Naturally, Doris had more places for me to explore than I had for her. I guess, however, that is why we were given two hands - yes? Clothing was opened, and the "little bulges" proved to be the real deal. As with most young women, the nipples and aereolae were pink - beautifully pink! I only discovered this after pulling up her bra over her breasts. It took a few nanoseconds to place my lips on the lovely tips. While I did this, Doris found my now-hair-covered pubic area. She touched my cock, and I shuddered just a bit. It would've been easy to lose it, but fortunately I didn't. While her hands worked my groin, I devoted one hand to a breast - the other to her pussy - and my mouth to her other breast. Even though we were relatively inexperienced, things seemed to go pretty well. Kisses and caresses caused us to become a synchronized unit. Time passed, but our urges did not. The smell of the hay, the silkiness of here pussy, and the softness of her breasts was incredible. We were both becoming very worked up, with the fear of being caught only causing things to intensify even more. My breathing was becoming more rapid, and I semsed Doris was having the same experience. Doris was stroking my still relatively-small cock, and I was fingering her mini camel toe of a pussy. I knew enough to realize someone was going to explode, but not enough to know of the pleasure of mutual climax. We continued, and then I felt Doris clamp her thighs around my hand. I didn't stop, but movement became restricted to fingers. She pulled a hand away from my crotch, and stuffed it against her mouth. A muffled scream was all I heard, but it was more than enough. She tightened even more as the scream became sustained. The scream became a purr. Ironic a purr eminated from her mouth as a result of stimulating her "pussy." We kind of lost track of where we were, physically, but Doris did not dissapoint. She commenced to stroke my unit, and I soon came to know the pleasure of Doris causing me to cum. I shot up in the air, some landing on my belly and some on her hand. A little probably hit the hay, but I couldn't be sure. I collapsed, and tried to recover. With our clothes a mess, my belly a mess, and being disoriented a bit, we finished none too soon. All of a sudden, we heard our names being called, and the "Dinner's Ready!" We pulled it together, climbed down from the loft, and headed for the house. "Clean up for dinner, you two" was what we heard when we entered the house. I felt flushed, and Doris looked it. If anyone was suspicious, it was never addressed. We were confident we "got a way with it!" Being at the farm for the summer, there were other similar opportunities. We never actually penetrated genitally, but certainly explored other options and openings over the summer. More than just the crops grew that summer!