CONTINUED FROM PART 5
My huge 315-lb. cousin/girlfriend Megan and I rolled around on the bed as our tongues made slow, passionate love to each other, our hands explored each other's bodies, my thighs squeezed her waist, and she glided her mega-luscious soles up and down my legs, while I felt Ink Man's fresh come rub from her knockers into my body. That was the first time I ever touched a man's come other than my own, and much to my surprise, the sensation actually felt good and sexy. Nothing about it bothered me at all.
As if this were a formal Hollywood shoot, I was expecting Ink Man or Shannon to say "Cut" at any second, but neither of them did. I got the impression that to film us for so long after I came, they must've been loving what they were seeing.
However, I couldn't see their reaction, because my eyes were tightly shut. I listened closely, thinking maybe I'd be able to hear them breathing in ecstasy, but any such sound was drowned out by the loud slurping noises that Megan and made during our marathon French kiss.
After a few minutes, so much saliva had oozed out, our faces started slipping and sliding all over each other, which led us to greatly increase our speed and aggressiveness.
Finally after about 15 minutes, our tongues were almost numb, but my hard on was back. Feeling it sandwiched between our bellies, Megan suddenly grabbed it tightly with her right hand and grunted a stern commandment. "Alright, you fucking 18-year old whore. I'm going to roll over into all fours and stick my two humongous ass cheeks up in the air, and when I do, jam your massive fuckstick inside me and pound the fucking shit out of your 315 lb. cousin, doggy style."
The sheer force and explicitness of Megan's words got me even much more turned on than I already was. As she rolled into position, we both noticed that Shannon was holding a joint and a lighter, while Ink Man still held the camera. "I noticed your weed tattoo, so I figured you wouldn't mind if I lit one up!" Shannon said grinning.
"Fuck no, anything that has to do w ith weed, we never fucking mind, do we, Buddy?!" Megan responded.
"Definitely not!" I said. "Megan and I were weed buddies for six years before we were fuck buddies!"
Then Shannon asked "Meg, did you ever get any while you were locked up?"
"No, and that totally drove me fucking crazy," Megan responded. "Those two and a half years were almost the only days I haven't done weed in the last 13 years! I missed weed almost as much as I missed my Buddy!"
"Aw, you two are so sweet together!" Shannon said. "But you're also kinky as fuck together! A 315 lb., 25-year old stoner just out of prison, and her skinny 18-year cousin who's obsessed with the bottom of her fucking feet, and she calls him a whore!"
"Yeah, we're probably the weirdest couple of all time, but we wouldn't have it any other way, would we, Buddy!" Megan asked laughing.
"Fuck no!" I said.
"Did you give him such a filthy mouth?!" Shannon asked.
"Oh yeah!" Megan said. "One time when I was 11 and he was four, I accidentally said 'fuck' in front of him and he repeated it, and it was just adorable! I told him he could say it as much as he wanted around me, but not to ever say it around anyone else!"
"That's cute!" Shannon said, then lit the joint. She inhaled like a pro, then handed the joint to Megan, who started inhaling but quickly coughed very hard.
"Sorry!" Megan said. "That's my first time smoking in almost three years. Since I got out, I've only eaten! I need to get my tolerance back!"
As Megan inhaled again, this time coughing only mildly, Shannon asked "How is eating? I've never tried it before."
As a now fucked up Megan handed me the joint, she said "Oh shit, it's absolutely fucking amazing! It's the best! You do have to wait a couple of hours to get totally fucked up, but once you get there, oh shit! And you stay massively fucked up for hours!"