Yet Another Visit With My Cousin

It wasn’t very long before I felt a strong sense of curiosity and a keen desire to meet up and perhaps learn some more from the two enthusiastic girls who obviously knew more about life than I certainly did.

So a couple of weeks later, and with the excitement of my previous visit still fresh on my mind, I found myself heading out of town again on my old pushbike towards my cousin’s place some miles out of town, down the smooth tarred rural road with only the very occasional vehicle to be watchful for.  All those years ago the old farm was not yet connected to the telephone or to electricity and they were still using kerosene oil lamps for lighting and a wood fired stove for cooking. A very much simpler and uncomplicated way of life back then! As the farm was some distance out of town it gave me ample time to reflect on my previous visit, and by the time I had arrived at the main entry gate to the farm my eager anticipation for an interesting visit had by now reached a peak of excited enthusiasm as to what may be experienced before the day's end.

To my surprise and delight, who should be standing near the farm gate and about to enter, was the attractive outgoing girl I had met on my previous visit and I immediately noticed that she had a rather large blue and red rubber playground ball tucked securely under her arm.

She had just unlatched the front gate and when she heard me approaching on my pushbike, she held the gate open for me as I wheeled my bike through and then closed it behind me. I leant my bike against the fence inside the gate and began walking with her up the long laneway. It was then that I noticed that over her shoulder was a string type carry bag containing what appeared to be yet another large ball but there was something else in the bag that I did not recognise.

As we started up the long gravel laneway leading to the old farmhouse she began chatting to me about her day, so I took the opportunity to make an unhurried observation of her and how she was dressed. This particular day was slightly cooler than normal and she was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans that tightly hugged her shapely bum paired up with the old scuffed sandshoes, and the tight tee shirt top she was wearing accentuated her lovely figure to perfection.  She looked sensational.

As we ambled up the long laneway and talking, she repeatedly squeezed the big ball tightly against her side by using her arm. After a while she suddenly released the big ball from under her arm and dropped it in front of her. After giving the ball a forceful kick, it shot ahead of us up the slight rise before rolling back down towards us. She watched it closely as it quickly rolled back downhill towards us and then seemed quite pleased with the way it bounced as it rolled over some small rocks lying in the laneway. When it came bouncing close enough to her, she eagerly kicked it back up the hill, over and over again, keeping it just ahead of us as we walked.

Turning towards me with a cheeky smile, she asked me if I was ready to have a bit of fun with the big ball once we had found my cousin up at the house. Looking sideways at me, she smiled and then giggled when she looked down and then said “I guess you are” when she saw the bulge in my jeans.

A heady mix of the eager anticipation when I first saw her; then her squeezing the big ball as she carried it under her arm; along with my memory of the fun that she had with a similar ball a couple of weeks before, and then the added attractiveness of her had resulted in a rock hard erection boldly pushing its way out the front of my jeans. When I went a bright red, she just laughed pleasantly and said that we could all have a lot of fun today.

When we reached the house, my cousin came out to greet us. She must have been watching us from inside as we had walked up the lane. After offering us a cool drink, she told us that her parents would probably be out somewhere on the farm with their daily work routine, so we would have the place to ourselves for quite some time.

We headed off towards the huge fig tree and selected a sunny soft grassy spot close to the old barn. My cousin had been pleased to see a new ball arrive with the visitor, but I was quite curious about the contents of the shoulder bag. The visitor handed the bag to my cousin and told her that the ball inside the bag was a replacement for the one she had carelessly burst on her last visit. When my cousin upended bag, out fell the big ball together with an old rubber hot water bottle. “What’s this for?” she asked as she picked it up. The visitor told her that she had rescued it when her mother was about to throw it in the bin because it was too old to safely use any more so she brought it with her and thought it might be fun to play with. She said that once before she had seen someone inflate an old hot water bottle to a huge size before it finally burst and she thought that it had been good fun to watch, and now she wanted to try it for herself.

After many hilarious attempts and with a combined effort, we finally succeeded in inflating it to about the size of a small beach ball.

My cousin then tried sitting on it, carefully testing her weight on it and when it didn’t burst she said that it felt lovely and soft and it might be a lot of fun to ride. The visitor grabbed it away from my cousin and quickly mounted it, and with a gleeful laugh began riding it. She said it felt really good under her and she happily watched as her weight almost squashed it flat. After a few minutes of enjoyable riding and wild humping, she giggled when she reached a climax and had her orgasm. Then she threw it over to my cousin and said with a laugh “Oh, that was so good, you have to try it”. My cousin eagerly took possession of it and quite soon afterwards had her own pleasing orgasm. Then they both said that now it was my turn to use it. I was already quite aroused from watching both of them enjoy taking turns with it, so it didn’t take much encouragement from them before I got on top of it and began riding it myself. It felt incredibly soft and was exciting fun to ride, but with my enthusiastic humping, my erection had worked its way out through a split seam in my old pair of cotton jeans and it had become exposed, so when I ejaculated it made quite a mess. They thought it was really funny despite my acute embarrassment, and they happily set about cleaning up the mess. By the time they had finished the clean up, they were both ready and very keen to have some more fun with it. Because the rubber was very old and quite soft, they were easily able to inflate it to an even bigger size but when it still didn't burst, both girls eagerly took turns riding it and excitedly humping it until they did finally succeed in bursting it. They laughed when it went with a loud “ploomp”. 

Despite the rough treatment it received, it lasted a surprisingly long time before it burst and they both agreed that it was the best fun they’d had in a long time.