The mortician left, and it grew eerily quiet inside the church. I reached out and fondled Trish's soft tits in my hands, squeezing them thoroughly. She sighed, as I continued to grope her; before dropping down and sucking on her thick nipples.
"You're really getting off on this, aren't you?" she inquired. "You love doing this to me, don't you Jack?"
"Yes I do." I replied, as a distant peal of thunder could be heard rumbling in the distance. "I've fantasized about you for so long, Trishy. Or should I call you 'Squishy Trishy,' with these soft, saggy tits of yours? Here's something to make you even squishier."
With that, I inserted my middle finger into her cunt, which was still rather juicy from her earlier series of fear induced orgasms, and began to finger fuck her. Trish's lower lip quivered a bit as I slid it in and out. She reached down and began to rub her clit with her right hand, while massaging her tits feverishly with the other.
"It feels good!" she whispered. "Jesus Christ Jack, make me cum again!"
I guided her backwards to a cloth draped table, and laid her gently onto her back, where I continued to finger her for another minute or so, before I couldn't take it any longer. I pulled my pants down and slid my cock into her soaking wet cunt instead; savoring that taboo moment of finally fucking her for the first time. My cock slid in all the way to the hilt, and I paused for a moment, before drawing it back, and then going to town on her sopping wet cunt.
Trish's soft tits were sliding up and down her chest, as I slammed her cunt, and she grunted in pleasure. It didn't take long before she was ready to cum again, and she was definitely loud about her ardor.
"Oh fuck, Jack!" she hollered. "I'm gonna cum again! Keep fucking me, you perverted bastard. Oh shit, you're gonna make me cum!"
With that, her entire body shuddered in response to the powerful orgasm that was coursing through her loins. Her cunt clamped down around my dick, and I felt warm, wet juices, dribble onto my balls as her orgasm crested. That was more than enough to send me over the edge, and I shot a thick load deep inside of her belly, as I climaxed as well.
I kept my cock inside of her for a minute or so, as we both panted heavily and caught our breath. It was only then, that the reality of everything actually sank in. I had just fucked my cousin and cum inside of her cunt!
Trish brought the back of her hand up to her mouth, as she realized it as well. While fucking your cousin is not illegal in any state, there was still the subtle, taboo thrill of incest, in what we had just done.
"Oh my god, Jack!" she whispered, "we just fucked! And you came in me!"
"And we fucked in church too." I observed. "Lucky we're not Catholic, or we'd both be going to Hell right about now."
"Fuck!" she exclaimed, as I finally pulled out of her. "Help me sit up, would you?"
I took her hands, and lifted her to a sitting position on the table. My gaze was once again drawn immediately to her saggy, hanging hooters. Trish saw me staring at them and exhaled loudly.
"Well, I guess we've finally gone and done it." she sighed. "You were right, Jack. I have wanted you too; and for just as long. What do we do now?"
"We go home and go through the will together." I responded. "You have a long drive back to your house, so why don't you just leave your car here, and ride back with me? You can take a shower and stay at my place until the funeral, if you'd like. I have plenty of room, and it's not like you need any extra clothes or anything."
Trish nodded in reply; smirking at my comment about her not needing any clothes for the duration of her stay.
"Okay." she agreed. "Let me find my shoes, and we can leave."
The rumbling peals of thunder were growing much louder as the approaching storm cell drew ever closer, and the sound of large raindrops falling on the roof in loud splats suddenly began; quickly increasing in both volume and frequency. Trish found her clothes and picked them up, gazing somewhat sadly at her wardrobe.
"I'll kind of miss wearing these," she sighed, "but at least I can still wear my shoes. What should I do with my clothes, Jack?"
"Well," I replied thoughtfully, "I guess if you mean all of your clothes, you can donate them to the Starvation Army or something, but if you are referring to the ones you have in your hands, just bring them back with us. I can either throw them away, or you can add them to what you want to donate."
A deafening clap of thunder startled the both of us, and I put my arm around her waist and ushered her toward the door. We exited into the warm and humid, tropical-like evening, and the door closed behind us.
"Wait here." I instructed. "I'll go get the car and pick you up."
We were standing under the portico on the left side of the church, where the hearses would pull up and load the caskets for transport. It was in fact, where poor Auntie Em would herself, soon be ceremoniously put into the rear of an expensive automobile after the funeral in a few days, and taken to the cemetery.
I dashed through the large raindrops to get to my car before the storm really hit. Just as I closed the door behind me and turned the key in the ignition, a blinding flash of lightning and a deafening clap of thunder almost immediately afterward, seemed to open the skies into a raucous deluge of rain. I piloted the car through the downpour and into the dry safety of the portico, as the rain poured down all around us. Trish opened the door and stuck her head and torso in, dropping her clothes and shoes into the back seat, before looking at me.
"Jack," she said in a quiet but urgent tone, "there's something I've always wanted to do, but have never had the opportunity to do so until now. I want to run around the parking lot in the pouring rain and just stand there in it like a shower, and masturbate. I want to cum in the rain. It must feel so good!
I nodded in acknowledgment.
"Go ahead." I responded. "I'll turn the heat on for you."
Trish smiled warmly at me.
"Thank you." she replied. "I wish there was some mud too."
I was of course, blindsided by all of this, but I did my best to handle the situation.
"I have a nice backyard." I replied. "I don't see why we can't make a mud hole if you want to roll around in it."
"Oh thank you!" she exclaimed, and then dashed into the deluge of heavy rain, seemingly oblivious of the thunderstorm that was accompanying it.
I turned my phone on, and filmed her darting about the well-lit parking lot in the rain, playing with herself as she did so. Trish finally stopped underneath one of the bright LED lights and lifted her arms to the sky while tilting her head back. Slowly but surely, her right hand went for her cunt, and she began playing with herself in full view of my camera.
It didn't take long, and soon she was writhing about in ecstasy; bellowing over the sound of the pouring rain as she came. Trish dropped to her knees as she continued to cum, and then rolled over onto her back on the pavement, letting the rain beat down upon her nude body. She laid there for a few minutes, before finally staggering to her feet and walking barefoot nude back to my car.
"Feel good?" I inquired, as she stopped outside the open door.
I handed her a towel that I keep in the car for wrapping frozen foods, and she dried herself off and then tousled her hair with it, before plopping into the seat next to me. She was shivering, so I cranked the heat up all the way too help warm her unclothed body back up.
"Oh my fucking god!" she exclaimed. "Did it ever! It was wonderful, Jack. I came so hard. It felt sooo fucking good!"
"I know." I responded. "I've done it before, myself."
