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Kissing Cousin

By: bobbiecox



It's been 6 months since my wife and I have moved to Orlando from Ohio. Currently Ros was back in Ohio for a visit, apparently her cousin Gina was unaware Ros was out of town. It was 11:00 AM Friday, and I had just retuned home from some appointments. 

I had just walked in the back door when the front door bell rang. We didn't know many neighbors yet so I was kind of surprised. I was even more surprised when I opened the door and there stood Gina. "Surprise" she said. She raised her arms and gave me a hug. 

Come in I remember saying. Gina who had been divorced for some time had been seeing a guy in Tampa for a couple of years. Gina said she was down form Ohio visiting Jim but he was called out of town, so she thought she would surprise us with a visit.

I said great, but Ros is out of town. Gina was disappointed having driven 100 miles on a whim. I said no big deal come in let me show you around. Gina was always a looker but was a zero in the tits department. Something looked different about her though. Then it dawned on he see had a boob job. Nothing enormous, but then she had nothing to start with. She looked great had a bit of a tan going.

I showed her around the down stairs and our pool. It was a great day so we stood by the pool for a while. I told her why not stay and enjoy the Florida sun. She said that would be nice but she didn't pack a swim suit. I thought well at least she had thought about staying over on her little surprise visit. 

No problem I said Ros has a number of suits and I am sure we could find one to fit. Sheepishly she said, "Well why not, I don't have anything going on in Tampa. I have to admit I got excited real quick. I said let's go upstairs, I'll show you the rest of the house and see what we could find. I show here the spare room which we had just bought two twin beds for guest but no linens yet. My son's room had a double bed; I said your welcome to stay over.

We then went to the master suite which is pretty impressive, separate dressing area, whirlpool tub and all. WOW she said this is big, the same as the lump in my pants I thought. Let me pull out a few suits and you can try them on. I pulled out 3 two piece suits and arranged them on the dressing table. One of which was a black thong I had bought for Ros as kind of a gag, even though she worn it a few late evenings which turned into a skinny dip session. The out fit had a sarong, which I laid on top.

I closed the door and told Gina my suit was in the dresser in the main part of the room and I told her I would change in there. As I closed the door I said no peeking thought he key hole. Gina said you're bad. After a minute or two I head a little laugh come from the room. "You, devil you," she said. I said thought the closed door, which even fit best. knowing the thongs strings could easily be adjusted.

She called out well it fits, but ahhh, does Ros have a razor in here. I said sure in the middle draw in the vanity. There are succors, razor and clippers we both use. Funny I said the cavemen had a need for body hair but it's kind of useless for us. I asked you need any help with that? NOOOO she said but I will probably need a stiff drink. No problem, ever have a yellow bird I asked? She said No. Well I said take your time I'll mix a few up, come down when you're ready. Towels and lotion are by the pool I called out as I when downstairs.

I mixed up the yellow birds heavy on the rum, server them up frozen style. I had my Speedo under my black gym shorts. I felt if she was baring a little why not me too. Gina came down the steps and my jaw dropped. My God you look good. Her tits filled the C cups nicely the little triangle shapes showed her cleavage nicely. WOW I said again. Gina said I'm no longer the girl with the little titties. Nice I said, you always had a nice behind now you have the full package. Turn around I said, even with the sarong you could see how nice her ass was. 

I think I need a drink, how about you? Yeah she said I am a little nervous being here without Ros. No worry I said I've been in candy store before. We took our drinks and stepped outside. We sat at the table Gina was looking at my hairless chest, she you look good as well, I don't like hairy men. I said good as I stood up and pulled down my gym shorts, exposing the bulge in my Speedo but had no hair on my thighs. 

Let's enjoy the sun. Gina got up a remove her sarong, spun around to give me a view of her ass. Well I said, well what she said? Certainly you don't spend that kind of money on a boob job and not show them off. She blushed, it's getting hot here and not from the sun. Yeah I said I know. She said well what the hell, Jim has pissed me off lately and it will make me feel even. 

She undid her top and tossed it in my lap. Her nipples were gorgeous and rock hard. Alls I could say was Nice Nice. She pinched her nipples just to excite me. Lets' cool down as I hopped into the pool. The cool water help ease the pain in my groin. Gina followed, the cool water did wonder for her nipps. I dove under water and came up beside her. 

I stood beside her in the pool, my mind was racing. Gina's here with me alone, she has bared everything but her cunt. I told Gina that our marriage was a little strained with the move and hoped I wasn't being offensive in anyway. She said having gone through one divorce she could understand.

I told her I love my wife, but lately it hasn't been much of a marriage, especially in the bedroom. I also said I was having a hard time keeping my mind off sex, standing next to her. She smiled and said, "You know women think about sex, too." She raised her hands to my chest and massaged my nipples. I like a smooth chest, your nipples could be a little harder. Compared to hers mine were soft. Well help me out I said. With that she began pinching my nipples. She pinched them between her index finger and thumb, rolling them like they were radio dials. I have played with nipples and know how they arouse women, didn't realize it works for us too. 

There she said much better, next she lower her head to my chest and began nippling on my erect nipples. I started to moan. I raised my hands and gently cupped her new tits. Are they sturdy I asked? She said they were tender at first but that has passed.

I squeezed both nipples and shook her tits up and down. They had a nice bounce. I reach around her back and dropped my hands to her ass. I pulled her slower. We stood there face to face. She had a smile looking up at me. She reached around my back side and slide her hands under my suit and squeezed my ass.

She raised her lips and murmured what ever happens here, Ros can't find out. I stretched my neck and put my lips to hers. Our tongues swirled around each other. I've always like a woman who forces he tongue in your mouth. We held that kiss for a long time. 

When we released, her hands worked their way around the front of my suit. She took my cock in her hand stroked me. She then pulls my trunks down and exposed my dick. I felt good to have the cool water removing the weight of my swollen cock.

I tugged on her thong bottom and found my way to her love nest. This was trimmed quite well now. You did a nice job I said, as I massaged her pussy folds. My finger found its way to her clit. I thrust my finger deep inside her; she responded my moaning a bit.

We made our way over to the pool step where we sat down. We continued to kiss and fondle each other. She was getting pretty arouse as was I. I pulled her in front of me and then had her straddle my legs. With her legs spread I vigorously worker her pussy. 

She guided my cock towards her cunt, rubbing my head on her clit. I reach around to hold her ass. She raised herself up and positioned her pussy over my cock. She continued to guide me into her. Slowly she lowered herself on to my shaft. I used my arms to thrust her up and down. Her feet were on one step and she wildly pumped my cock. Her tits bounce up and down.

I bent my head toward her hand latched on to one of her tits with my lips; I sucked one tit then the other. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah she said. Fuck me, fuck me. She picked up the pace and she moaned out I'm coming, I'm coming. Timing was good because I couldn't hold back any longer either. I leaned back on the step and she collapsed against me. We sat there, I was still inside her, but I was in no hurry to move.

I kissed her deeply and said thank you that was fantastic. "I'm glad you liked it, it was good for me as well." 

Kissing Cousin



As a teenager, I was always attracted to my female cousins; one was better looking than the other. I remember, back then, feeling guilty about being attracted to my cousins but it wasn't like they were my sisters. Besides, my erotic thoughts about them were, mostly, my fodder for jerking-off. I was always horny and was always walking around with a noticeable erection pushing against the material of my pants. I caught more than one of my cousins looking at my bulge a few times.

Our family was close and I had lots of cousins, 25 female and 17 male. My grandfather had eleven kids, so he was the reason for such a big family. Each year we had summer outings where we would all go to the beach. I always looked forward to those because I'd get to see my hot cousins in their bathing suits. 

When you were as horny as I was and were afforded with so many opportunities by the sheer number of so many cousins, it was not difficult to expose myself to my cousins and to sneak a peek of them when they were changing in or out of their bathing suits. Our hormones were raging. The hard part was making it appear accidental and I would go through great lengths to accomplish that so as not to make them aware that I was a pervert, which I was and as are all guys that age. It turned out that with one cousin in particular, Vivian, I did not have to go through the masquerade of pretending that whenever she saw my cock, it was accidental because she wanted to see it as much as I wanted to show her it.

I already had a history with her. She looked like a slut. She always wore lots of makeup and tight fitting, low cut tops with very short skirts. No one would suspect that she was as inexperienced as me and that she was a virgin. She was always flirting with me and flashing me her panties by bending over in front of me or sitting with her legs open enough for me to see her panty clad pussy. Then, there were all the down blouse views of her rack and she had a great set of tits. Later, after she graduated high school, her parents split and she needed a place to stay, until she started college in the fall. She came to live with us. We were both the same age, 18. 

Back then, we were not as sexually aware as kids are today. We had no sexy videos, MTV, or Internet to teach us sex. We had our peers whispering and giggling what they saw, heard or read. We were innocent, yet at the same time so very sexually repressed. I think the sexual enlightenment that we have today is better than the repressed sexuality we had in the past. It is always better to have things out in the open. God forbid if you were gay, back then, you would never step out of the closet and God forbid if you were pregnant and not married. You were a disgrace to your family and were not allowed to finish school. Today, it is commonplace to see pregnant girls in high school.

The judging that stemmed from the sexual repression of the adults was much worse back then, and when you add in religion, especially the Catholics and Protestants where you were not allowed to make a normal transition from teenager to young adult to adult, is it any wonder why so many of us have grown up with a serious of sexual perversions. (Okay, give me a short skirt with white cotton panties, any day.) 

Anyway, Vivian always had the knack of coming into my room as I was changing out of or into my underwear. It was a total turn on for me to have my hot cousin see my cock and after a while, I would make sure that I was always either changing into or out of my underwear to give her a show. (Damn, I must have worn twenty pairs of briefs a week.) She'd lean against the door jam talking to me and staring at my cock while I changed. After a few weeks of this game of exhibitionism and voyeurism, she asked me if she could touch it.

No, Vivian, how can you possibly ask me if you can touch my cock, you slut? Now, get out of my room. Yeah, right. Can you touch it? Of course you can touch it.

"Sure, okay," I said not believing my ears that my hot cousin just made my fantasy come true by asking me if she could touch my cock.

She was first girl who touched my penis and my penis was the first one that she ever held in her hand. I guess we both figured it was okay because we were not lovers but cousins, sort of what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, only in this instance, what happens in the family stays in the family.

It was so exciting the first time not only for my hot cousin to see my cock, to stare at my cock, but now to feel my cock holding it in her hand. My parents weren't home and Vivian and I were alone. I sat on the bed wearing only my t-shirt and she sat next to me. She did not remove her eyes from my cock for a second. She reached her hand over my thigh and touched it with her fingertips.

"It feels weird like Play dough," she said still staring at it.

As soon as she touched it, it responded by growing a little.

"Wow, it got bigger," she said touching it again with her fingers. 

Again, my cock responded to her touch.

"It's still getting bigger." She lifted it up and held it in her hand squeezing it, touching it, fondling it, and caressing it. "How big does it get?"

"About 7 inches."

"You measured your cock?"

"All guys do. It's a guy thing."

"It's getting hard, really hard." She squeezed it again. "I like how it feels." She looked up at me. "Am I doing this to you?

"Yes."

"Am I turning you on?" She giggled.

"Yes."

"Do you want me to play with you?"

"Oh, God yes."

"I mean, can I watch you cum off if I masturbate you?"

"Oh, please."

"Well, tell me if I am doing something wrong of if I am hurting you."

She started stroking me slowly, very slowly.

"Yeah, that feels good."

"Do you want me to do it faster?"

"Yeah, just a little bit."

She moved her hand back and forth faster.

"This is fun," she giggled. "I've never touched a boy before." She stared at my hard cock. "I like how it feels and fits in my hand." She looked up at me. "Am I doing it right?"

"Oh, God, yes." I tensed my body. "Don't stop." I could feel my cheeks getting redder and my breath getting quicker. "Do it a little faster."

"Like this?"

"Yeah," I said enjoying the rush of my cousin jerking me off. "But, hold my prick a little tighter in your hand."

"Like this?"

"Yeah, that's it," I said totally enjoying the first time a woman has jerked me off. "Now, just move your hand a little faster."

"How's that?" She really started jerking me off, now. "Does that feel good?"

"Oh, my God, yes." I leaned back perched on my elbows. "It feels incredible."

"How much longer Freddie, my arm is getting tired."

"Switch hands, but don't stop." She switched hands. I closed my eyes and put my head back. "I'm gonna cum."

With that, I erupted. Cum spurted up on her blouse, across her chest, her forearm and all over her hand.

"Oh, my God, Freddie, there is so much of it. It feels warm, gooey, and slimy." She looked at me. "Are you okay? You look weird, sleepy."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I sat up. "Geez, that was great."

"Can I do it again?"

"No, not now?"

"When, then?"

"Later today, this afternoon."

She jerked me off, again, just before my parents came home. She was enjoying jerking me off as much as I was enjoying her jerking me off.

"When can I jerk you off, again?"

Someone pinch me, I'm dreaming.

"Tomorrow. When my parents leave."

"Okay."

She left my room. I cleaned myself up and dressed. That was my first hand job. It did not matter that it was my cousin giving me the hand job. It still felt good. C'mon, seriously, when you were a testosterone filled 18-year-old guy, how many of you guys would turn down a hand job from your hot cousin, a cousin you have lusted over for years. Yeah, I figured as much.

The next morning, she entered my room again. Only, this time she was still in her nightgown and her dark nipples were already making an appearance in the cotton material. I could not take my eyes of her nipples. She had great tits. I saw them last summer when she lost her top after a wave knocked her down at the beach. I was hoping, maybe, that she would let me feel them while she jerked me off.

I was wearing my pajama bottoms and no underwear and sitting on the bed waiting for her.

"I see you are already ready for me to play with you?" She said staring at my obvious erection.

I removed my pajama bottoms and my cock sprang to attention. She wasted no time wrapping her hand around my dick and started stroking me.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes."

She stroked me faster. I closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes, she had her eyes closed and was fingering her nipples through her nightgown with her other hand. I watched her until she opened her eyes.

"I'm sorry. It just feels good when I play with my nipples while I jerk you off."

"Can I do that for you?"

She looked at me funny. She stopped stroking my cock but still held it in her hand and did not respond right away.

"I dunno," she said.

"Please? I've never touched a girl's tit before."

"Okay," she gave me a warning look, "but gently. My nipples are very sensitive."

I reached and felt her breast through her cotton nightgown. Just feeling the weight of her tit was such a turn on, my cock responded. It felt so soft, yet so firm, like nothing I have ever felt before. Never would I wash my hand, again, after holding my Cousin Vivian's tit.

"Your cock is pulsating and getting harder; it jumps up every time you touch my tit."

"It is very exciting to feel your tit. I passed over her nipple with my fingertips."

"That feels weird, but good," she said inhaling.

She continued to stroke me as I fondled her tits.

"Can I see them?"

She stopped stroking me, again, and looked at me. The time that passed for her to say yes or no was excruciating, then, she let go of my cock reached her right hand to her left shoulder and lowered the strap of her nightgown and did the same with the right strap with her left hand. She looked at me, again, before pulling down her nightgown to her waist just above the elastic of her white, cotton panty.

Her breasts were a definite B cup. They were round and symmetrical and stood high up. She had beautiful breasts more beautiful than all those breasts that I had jerk-off over in a Playboy magazine. She had very dark nipples that were already erect, so erect that I wanted to lean over take them in my mouth and suck them.

I grabbed at her tits with both hands.

"Easy, there fella," she laughed. "They are attached to my body and you just can't pull them like that."

"I'm sorry, Viv." I removed my hands and stared at them. I poked them with my fingers and felt the weight of them by cupping her breasts in my hands, first one and then the other. "It's just that your tits are the first ones that I have ever seen and felt and this is so very exciting for me."

"Well, it is for me, too. You are the first boy who has ever seen or touched my tits. I mean, I've had boys feel me up through my blouse and through my bra but they never saw or touched my naked tits." She looked down at her breasts and then looked back up at me. She stuck out her chest making her tits climb even higher. "Do you like them?" She looked back down at her tits, running her hands over them and reached her hands under them cupping them and holding them higher, as if offering them to me. 

"They are beautiful. You have better tits than any tits I have ever seen in a Playboy magazine."

"Thank you but you are just saying that." She looked down again at her tits. "They are not as big as the tits those women have who pose in Playboy."

"No, they are not as big but they are shapelier. You have tits like Ursula Andress, only a little smaller."

"Really?" She looked down at her tits, again, then back up at me? "Do you really think so? She has great knockers."

"Yeah, your tits are just like hers."

She took my cock in my hand, again, and started stroking me while I fondled and caressed her tits and nipples.

"Can I suck your tits?"

She stopped stroking me and got this weird excited look on her face like she was about to steal something at the five and dime and was torn about stealing the item or not, afraid of getting caught.

"Okay, but be gentle. I told you that my nipples are very sensitive."

I leaned over and took her right breast in my mouth swirling my tongue around her nipple.

"Ooo, that feels nice." I saw her reach her hand down between her legs and clamping her thighs shut on it.

I leaned over further and took her left breast in my mouth and sucked her nipple. I thought I was going to cum. I sucked her nipples for a few minutes until she said something that shocked me.

"I want to suck your cock."

"What?" I could not believe my ears. Did she just say that she wants to suck my cock or did I imagine she said she wants to suck my cock?

"I want to know what it feels like to take your cock in my mouth." She held her fingers up to her lips. "I've never had a cock in my mouth and I'd like to try it," she paused, "to see if I like it." She smiled. "A lot of girls in school have already given guys blow jobs, even letting them cum in their mouths, and I'd like to know what it is like to do that, for you to cum in my mouth and for me to see what it tastes like."

"Are you sure?" I looked at her in disbelief. "You want to suck my cock?"

"Yes," she said with her hand still glued between her legs and the other tightly around my cock.

"And you want me to cum in your mouth?"

"I think so," she said nodding her head.

"Wait, before we do that, there is something that I would like to do."

"What?"

"I've never French kissed a girl?"

"Oh, God," she said. "That's a little weird, Freddie, don't you think?" She laughed. "I know, I've already jerked you off and showed you my tits and had you suck my nipples, and asked if I could blow you, so, now, why am I balking at French kissing you?"

"Please?"

"I don't know."

"C'mon, it's just a kiss but with tongues."

"Okay, but you had better not tell anyone, especially your fat friend, Jimmy, he's weird. He's always staring at my tits."

"Don't worry, Viv, I won't tell anyone."

We both leaned into one another and kissed. As soon as we kissed, we kissed again and again and again. We were making out. My cock was so hard. I thought I was going to cum just by her French kissing me. She reached down to hold my cock while I reached over to caress her breast. Then, she pulled away.

"Okay, are you ready for your blow job?" She laughed.

Am I ready for my blow job? I've been waiting for this moment ever since I discovered my penis.

"Yes, of course, I am ready for my blow job."

"Why do they call it a blow job when it is really a suck job?"

"Dunno."

She got on her knees between my legs, put her forearms on my thighs, lifted up my cock with her hand, and took me in her mouth. Her mouth was so wet and warm. It felt good. It was so hot to watch her stare up at me with my cock in my mouth.

"Ow," easy with the teeth. Don't put your teeth on it. That hurts. Use your lips and your tongue more.

"Like this?"

"Yeah, that's better."

"How's that," she removed me from her mouth.

"It's good, but don't stop. Also, stroke me with your hand as you are blowing me."

"Okay," she said putting my prick back in her mouth. She looked up at me again and asked me with a shrug and without removing me from her mouth, if it was okay and I answered her with a nod of my head.

Just as she looked up for my approval, I shot a huge load of warm cum in her mouth. Immediately, she pulled away but before she did and as soon as she pulled my cock from her mouth, my cock shot spurts of cum everywhere. There was cum in her hair, on her forehead, in her eye, up her nose, on her cheek, on her chin, and across her tits. There was so much cum, maybe, because I was so excited from receiving my first blow job that I shot more cum.

"Geez, Freddie, you didn't cum off this much when I jerked you off." She coughed. "I swallowed some of it." She coughed again. "It tastes salty and it felt weird going down my throat like phlegm or a raw oyster."

"Viv, that was unbelievable. I have never been as excited. Damn, that was incredible." I looked down at her still on her knees between my legs topless. "I can't believe you sucked me off."

"Me either. We are both depraved." She wiped her face with her nightgown. "But, you know, I enjoyed the feeling of your cock in my mouth." She paused to wipe cum from her hair and from her tits. "It gave me a sense of power over you."

"Can I see your pussy?" Still excited from the blow job, I figured it was now or never to ask.

She gave me that funny look again like she was contemplating it but was not sure if she should. She stood up, allowed her nightgown to fall to the floor and rolled her panties down and kicked them off. She had a big bush of dark brown hair.

"Wow, you are so hairy down there."

"Not as hairy as you are," she said laughing. She pulled up her pussy lips. "See, there's some pick in there," she laughed, "somewhere, under all that hair."

I reached out my finger and touched her. She was moist. She took my finger and moved it to her clit and over it. 

"There, touch me there with gentle pressure." She put her head back and closed her eyes. "Yes, like that."

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes." She moved closer to me straddling my thigh.

She held my finger directing me where to touch her. Then, she moved my finger down to her hole and let me finger fuck her while directing my other fingers to play with her clit.

"I'm going to cum."

She was silent when cumming; it was nothing like me. There were no spurts and gushes of oozing cum, just a quiet trembling.

"Can we have intercourse?"

"No," she said, without pausing. "I'm a virgin and that would be wrong, so wrong to fuck my cousin." She looked at me with a look that made me understand that she did not want to hurt my feelings and would fuck me if she could. "I could get pregnant."

"Yeah, you are right."

"But, tomorrow, I'll blow you, again."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm here for the next two months and I'll suck you off every day, if you want."

If I want? Hmm, let me think about that. Do I want my hot cousin, who just blew me, to continue to blow me every day for the next two months?

"Okay." I stared at her bushy pussy. "Can I see what it is like to eat your pussy?"

"Yes, tomorrow."

"Can we try 69?"

"Sure, maybe, another time."

Over the next two months we did everything short of intercourse. We taught each other what to do and how to do it. I have fond memories of those times with her. I wonder if she thinks of me.



Kissing Cousins



I still called him "Mikey" even though he was heading for graduate school in the Fall. And he still called me "Peanut" even though I was only two years behind him in college. I was always the tag-along with Mikey and my two brothers when we were kids. Unlike my brothers, Mikey was nice to me, didn't tell me to get lost, didn't tease me about my freckles and red hair, didn't tell me girls couldn't play baseball or go on bike-hikes or light bottle rockets. He taught me juggling, card tricks, how to whistle and spit, even let me teach him to skip rope and play jacks. So of course I was in love with him. After he moved to Chicago we saw each other less and less on Uncle Bob and Aunt Helen's less and less frequent holiday visits. He was flying back to Peoria on his way home after helping his buddy move to California "to spend a week with his favorite Aunt," Mom gushed. With both my brothers gone I hoped I might be at least one reason Mikey wanted to visit -- favorite Aunt or not. I had a couple days to plan a strategy to answer to that question:

Phase 1: I told Mom I would fix up Mikey with Sandy, and they could double-date with Nick and me. Mom fell for it: "Perfect. Sandra is so sweet, and you and Nick will finally have a chaperone." For Phase 2-5, I needed to go back to Bergmann's -- immediately -- and hope nobody else had bought the white Bikini with the little red bows (Phase 2). They hadn't! The day after our double date I would tell Mom that we were all going swimming at Upper Peoria Lake, then I'd tell Sandy but not Mom that Nick couldn't make it (Phase 3). That would leave a whole day with Mikey at the lake (Phase 4), with plenty of time at the small, shady, and very private hideaway down the shoreline: Phase 5.

As I triumphantly lay back on the blanket at a successful Phase 5, hands behind my head -- the better to lift my breasts -- Mikey glanced at me quickly, then looked away guiltily. "Oh, God, Carol, I'm sorry, I can't stop staring at them."

"You called me 'Carol!'"

"I'm pretty sure that's your name."

"One you never bothered to use before today, in favor of the far more flattering 'Peanut.'"

"Don't change the subject." Mikey picked up his towel, held it out in my general direction, shook his hands in a good imitation of a seizure -- that or maybe the advanced stages of Parkinsonism. "Can't you see I'm having a medical emergency. If we don't cover those, those--!" He flopped back on the blanket, arms outstretched like one crucified. "Too late, this is definitely cardiac arrest, . . . for the love of God . . . help me. I need mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."

I sat up. "Not to worry, this happens every time I wear a swimming suit in public, so I'm an expert at CPR. The latest AMA protocol, as you know, recommends only external cardiac massage, not mouth-to-mouth." I gave him a convincing whack on the chest. "First we'll crack your chest, and then--"

Mikey was up in a flash, cured: "This is not funny, I am not laughing. Plus you haven't done a thing for my crisis." He grabbed his towel, and threw it over my . . . knees! "There, that's a little better. I'm sorry, Carol, but I couldn't sleep last night thinking about your knees." This was the funny and clever Mikey behind the green eyes who had lifted my little-girl adoration to an adolescent crush -- and now to the beginning of a woman's longing. "They're so beautiful. So round. So firm. And so awe-fully packed. It's why I came to Peoria, hoping I might see your knees, maybe touch them, hold them, caress them, kiss them. Maybe even--"

"You get away from my knees, Mister!" I pulled the towel tightly around my knees, determined to match his melodrama, then leaned over to make sure he could see my other proudful, firm and fully-packed titillations. "I'm gonna' tell Mom if you touch my knees."

"Yeah, well, sorry, that won't work, 'cause your Mom lets me touch her knees whenever I want."

That did it. I could no longer keep a straight face, I burst out laughing: "Now that I would pay to see!"

Mikey picked up one of my feet, slowly and deeply and deliciously kneaded it with both hands. I lay back trying not to sigh. "So you have both a knee and a foot fetish?"

"No, no, this does nothing for me. I only do it to weaken your resistance so I can have my way with your knees."

He shifted to my other foot as I doubled my effort not to sigh. "And you're convinced this will do the trick?"

"Positive. The way to a woman's knees is through the soles of her feet."

"I don't remember hearing about this at s-e-x education class or slumber parties. You've had a lot of success with this technique, have you?"

"So far it's only a theory. You're my first test case."

"Ah, science. An experiment."

"Is your resistance starting to weaken yet?"

"Maybe, if putting me to sleep is part of the strategy."

"Anything that gets me time alone with your knees. You being conscious is optional. If all else fails I'll sneak into your bedroom tonight and play with your knees while you sleep."

I focused on that image as Mikey focused an equally thorough massage on the palms of my hands -- first one, then the other, then both, then a slow rubbing down and back each finger -- a penetrating kneading that relaxed my entire body, along with a paradoxical overlay of tingly tension. Simultaneous relaxation and tension, what an interesting combination! I've felt it more than once since this day at the lake, but never with that ringing-in-my-ears intensity of an unheralded discovery. Damn, I thought, this should be in s-e-x education classes. One final overlay heightened my breath-taken incitement: the awareness that someone I coveted was observing my usually-private body's response to his touches. As I set sail for nirvana, Mikey brought me back to the real world: "Did you say something?" he wanted to know.

"Huh? Oh, I don't know, did I?"

"Sounded like a sigh."

"Are you sure? Sorry, it was unintentional."

"No apology necessary. Unintentional sighs are my favorite sighs. I completely support your constitutional right to sigh. Feel free to purr or moan or call out my name."

I yawned, stretched, let out a longer, deeper sigh. "Sorry again. I don't mean to be rude." I peeked at Mikey. He was smiling. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Anything, as long as it has to do with knees."

"Well, yeah, knees are included, I guess. Hands, feet, knees -- was this all you got out of your s-e-x education class?"

"It was the last class period, all I could do to stay awake. And Mr. Brooks didn't help with his boring lectures, mostly lists and diagrams, slides of some awful-looking diseases." Mikey was back working on my feet again.

"So you slept through the list of erogenous zones?"

"Ohmigod! I thought he said 'erroneous zones'! That explains everything. This is so embarrassing. All the time I've been barking up the wrong--"

"Feet, hands, knees?"

"Help me, Carol, what am I doing wrong?"

"Ouch! You don't have to take it out on my foot! Check out the landscape, Mikey, touch stuff, I'll let you know if anything feels good. Sometimes erogenous zones are labeled, or have little red flags or red arrows pointing at them, at least they did in my textbook." I pointedly pointed both index fingers at the red bows on my hips, then to the one nestled between my hopeful breasts. "Or in some cases, pretty little red bows?"

"Ohmigod, yes, of course, I see them. They were there all the time, weren't they, as obvious as the cute little nose on your face?"

"Focus, Mikey. You're getting distracted again by non-erogenous zones."

"I will. I can. And thank you for your assistance." I felt a tentative pressure on my left hip. "This do anything for you?"

"I don't think it's the bow itself that's erogenous. Keep trying. I think I'll take a little nap, looks like this may take awhile. Wake me if you come across anything interesting." I feigned a lady-like snore, felt a sudden loosening on the left side of my bikini.

"Ohmigod, it's a real bow, and I've gone and . . . ." There was a tugging at the left side of my bikini, including a definitely pleasant upward tug. "I can't tie this bow, it's too tiny." Next came a tugging on the bow between the cups of my bra. "Interesting. This bow up here doesn't do anything except look cute."

"I guess it would be asking too much of one tiny little bow," I hinted.

For the first time Mikey's façade cracked as he laughed. "Sorry, I'm not laughing at them, I mean 'it,' er, the bow, whatever. I'm laughing with them, you gotta' believe me on this one." Now the bow on my right hip came loose. "Stupid me. I should've realized this one was a working bow, too. Ohmigod, I think we've got a problem in Houston now."

"How so?"

"Well, now you are completely exposable down there. Is that a word, 'exposable?'

"No, but you have got me worried I might be in some danger. Which is--?"

"Well, what if a sudden wind comes up? It might expose your, your . . . what's it called?"

" 'Houston,' apparently."

"Don't worry, I'll protect your Houston from prying eyes and sudden windstorms." I felt a protectively warm hand holding my bikini against Houston's imperiled metropolitan area. "I never heard this called 'Houston' before."

"Me either."

"But I do remember what John Updike called this in The Centaur," a touch of his finger drawing my attention to downtown Houston.

"Me, too."

"You're bluffing."

"You wish."

"Don't try to change the subject to what I wish, lady."

"Not willing to bet, huh?"

"I'm willing to bet the entire space program on it."

In the long silence I had to peek at Mikey's face again. It was furrowed in thought. "Called your bluff, didn't I?"

"No, no, I'm just trying to figure out whether I win or lose if I win or lose this bet. Okay, I call your bluff. Put out or shut up."

"I believe the expression is put up or shut up."

"You're just stalling. Your final answer, for the whole space program: John Updike's metaphor for 'Houston' is--"

"This is so easy: 'The damp void that lies at the center of the universe.'"

"Wow. I can't believe you . . ."

"You owe me a space program. Pay up."

"Where, how, did you ever read, and even then, remember . . .?"

"Because I'm very-very smart and very-very well-read and have a very-very good memory for memorable metaphors. "

"I mean besides that."

"Okay, plus you and Brad left The Centaur you were giggling over last Christmas on the coffee table, with some parts high-lighted, including 'the damp void that lies at the center of the universe.'"

"Cheater." There was a new, far more insistent pressure on my 'Houston,' one running up and down its main Shopping Mall. "But I don't feel any damp void here. Did John Updike lie to his readers -- and you cheaters?"

I had to take a deep breath to keep my voice steady. "Again, Mikey, you're confusing the covering of an erogenous zone with the zone itself."

The feeling was exquisite as his hand traveled down the inside of my exposable bikini.

"Ohmigod, John Updike has not lied to us, Carol. There is a definite dampness here. Are you happy? I'm happy."

"Of course I'm happy -- for John's literary legacy."

"Right here, can't you feel it?"

"I'm not quite sure, perhaps if you could be more . . . specific?"

"Here! And here. And here. And especially, here -- yes, I'd definitely call this right here a damp void."

Oh how badly I wanted to scream out: 'Yes, yes, there and there and especially there!' Perhaps our mutual objective was not worth this silent compact to remain aloof and reticent. But I steeled my aloofness and reticence, determined not to be the first to toss in the, well, bikini.

"But not here or here . . . or up here."

I could not mask my full-body reaction to his touch 'Up Here.' "Uh, I promised to tell you if anything felt good on this tour. I have to admit there's a tiny little feeling wherever you are now, but it's hard to pinpoint communications from Houston. Where are you, exactly?"

"One of the suburbs, I think. Lemme' look. Can't quite make it out. Got to brush aside some foliage here." Yes, yes, please brush it aside, just like that! "Oh, look at that. Isn't that cute."

"What have you discovered?"

"I'm not sure, but it sure is cute. Looks kind of like a little guy in a boat. 'Hi, little guy.' He's standing up, Carol. I think he's waving when I pat him on the head."

"He must like you. I bet he wants to give you a kiss."

"I've never kissed a guy before."

"I'm surprised, Mikey, never would have guessed you were homophobic."

"Me either. I guess one little kiss can't hurt if you say it's okay." I was definitely breathing faster now. I tried to slow my breathing -- unsuccessfully. "You okay?"

"Just a touch of emphysema, it'll pass."

"I can't believe it. I do like kissing him -- a lot -- so much so that I feel like giving him a big wet kiss. Would I still be considered heterosexual?"

"I bet . . . he'd . . . like that."

And the little guy in the boat did like it. There was no way I could talk rationally now, or even talk at all. I'm not sure what I said, if anything, but I do vaguely recall saying "ohmigod-ohmigod" -- maybe a million times. I wasn't counting.

Mikey looked up when my breathing and hearing were working again. "Are you okay? I was worried you might be—"

I made him stop talking with a press of my finger on his wet lips, pulled him slowly up to me by the ears. He leaned on his elbows like a gentleman as he smiled into my face. "I think you've got things backwards, Mikey. Aren't you supposed to kiss me before running off with some guy in a boat?"

"Oh, no, I can't kiss you, Carol. That would be wrong. I think it's even still against the law in some states. I wouldn't want you to live with the humiliation of cruel people -- like me, for instance -- running around town telling everybody we're 'kissing cousins.'

"To say nothing of Dad shooting you dead-dead-dead."

"Right, there would be that added inconvenience."

"But the real reason is you're chicken, right? You're afraid if you started kissing me you'd never be able to stop."

"Not me. Maybe you. And being a gentleman I'd have to let you keep kissing me, so as not to hurt your feelings. Then you'd go around telling people lies about me not being able to stop kissing you."

"Sounds like we got another bet coming up."

Mikey leaned forward and gave me a 'little-cousin kiss' on my forehead. "See, nothing to it, I can stop any time -- no bet necessary." The next kiss was on the tip of my nose. "Stopping is no problem, any kiss, any where, you name it."

I pointed to my lips. Mikey kissed me on my cheek. I pointed to my lips. Mikey kissed me on my other cheek. Then with each point: my chin, both eyes, an ear. I shook my head. "You poor guy: can't find a boy's favorite girl-parts, don't know what they're called when you get there, got everything backward, and now you have the worst aim of any cousin-kisser in Illinois." I laced my fingers behind his head. "I'm willing to help you improve your aim if you can manage not to move your head." I gave Mikey an innocent drop-her-off-at-the-door-on-the-first-date kiss. Mikey stared into my eyes as long as I stared into his. "Okay, you can stop now," he suggested, but then both our lips came together with equal fervor for a can-you-stay-tonight kiss. "Okay, maybe we should both stop now, huh?" With the next kiss -- it was only a kiss! -- I felt myself approaching that loss of self, gift of self, finding of self, the same one that the poor little man in the boat faced when a strong current swept him out to sea. After a kaleidoscope of time we both pulled away, maybe only because we couldn't breathe.

"Can I ask another question, Carol, while I catch my breath?"

"As long as it doesn't have anything to do with knees."

"I'm not sure. You decide. But it's very important, I've stayed up nights thinking about it. I've always wondered if you have these cute freckles everywhere." He touched the exposed surface of my left breast. "I learned today, for example, that Houston is an almost freckle-free city. Pretty observant, huh, for somebody you call unobservant?"

"Under the circumstances I'm impressed."

"So is it only the places that get sunlight? That's my theory so far."

"Hmmm. Another thoughtful if useless theory, you may be on to something." I kissed him again. "Have you got your breath back yet?"

"Now don't try and confuse me, I'd like to resolve this matter of your freckles." But first he kissed me back. "Like here:" He traced the upper surface of both my breasts. "Freckles as far as eager eyes can see. But down here on your stomach," he demonstrated the extant of 'stomach' with his hand, overlapping somewhat into the Houston area, "fewer freckles. So my question is: back here on these two elevated surfaces," touching them again in case I had forgotten, "--what are they called?"

"Must be that hill country outside Houston."

"No you don't, I've been to Houston and I'm pretty sure there are no hills anywhere near the city."

"Guess we have to put 'unobservant' back on your list of talents."

"So my question is: between the lucky-old-sun-kissed upper surface of the hill country, and their shaded side here," Mikey lifted my impatient breasts from below, "is there a freckle deficit due to lack of sunshine?"

"I've never studied the frecklocity of the hill country, maybe we should check it out." I slipped the straps off each shoulder, folded my bra cups below the southern slopes. "Well?" I asked, hoping his answer would be in deeds, not words.

"Well what?"

"What's your answer?"

"Uh, I forget the question."

"Freckles, Mikey, freckles, I can't see from up here, I have to count on you to count the freckles."

Mikey's stare turned from adoration to hesitancy, possibly fear. Worse, he suddenly grew serious, his playful kidding gone. So sudden and so serious and so unexpected was his mood swing that it left me in a state of bare-breasted embarrassment. He stared intently at my face, completely ignoring my standing and waving distant cousins to the man in a boat. Normally I would savor this deep soul-searching by his green eyes, but not now, please not now!

"Remember when we used to play 'Dot-to-Dot?'"

Now I was mad. "What does 'Dot-to-Dot' have to do with my freckles?"

"Everything?" He answered uncertainly -- confused, sad, reflective. "Remember how we'd fill a paper with dots, take turns connecting them? When we formed a box, we'd write our initial in the box?"

I remembered, too, those days of shared innocence. My anger melted into his melancholy. "And the one with the most boxes would win."

"You'd study that paper forever, like you were in the finals of a chess tournament."

"We'd play 'Dot-to-Dot' all day long." My sigh was as sad as Mikey's stare, as sad as his touch on the freckles of my breast.

"Your freckles are a lot further apart since we were kids. I wish we had endless days to play Dot-to-Dot on these freckles."

"Me too, me too."

"But we don't, do we? All we have, Carol, is this tiny slice of time. Which has to end tomorrow -- forever."

I pulled Mikey's head to my freckled breast, and felt on its surface his unashamed tears of longing and feared loss. I felt it, too, and rubbed my own tears into his fulsome hair, hair still damp from a long afternoon at the lake, hair infused with the musky amalgam of life's detritus, desire's detritus, memory's detritus. I held him to my breast with a passion fiercer than hunger. With a lucidity brought by our tears I realized this breast we wept over was meant for more than the giving or receiving of nourishment or pleasure or even love. My breast afforded safety, refuge, comfort, understanding, acceptance, not only for Mikey but for all those who would populate my world: a suckling infant, a frightened child, a shy lover, a grieving friend, a returning soldier, a despairing spouse, a dying parent. And though it would be some time before words would frame my uninvited discovery, the present moment told me that because of my acceptance I had been tossed a gratuity of equal parts burden and joy.



Kissing Cousins



The night sky was that sort of clear that only living in the country could bring. The stars were bright and full, stacked on one another in layer atop layer to the point where one could almost feel the unfathomable depth of the cosmos beyond. Eddie had always believed it never had an end and that made him feel lost, a bit scared. However now he knew, as he picked along across the Blackmoor Estate, that there was a Heaven and there was a Hell. Perhaps then the cosmos had a finite curtain and if one pulled it back as illustrated in renaissance art they would see God peering down? His brows furrowed and he nearly stumbled on the flat and grassy yard before him. More formulae sifted through his gray matter and the mathematician had to stop and just breathe. Rubbing at his eyes helped, until Eddie pondered exactly where Heaven and Hell would be if they were part of the physical universe? Maybe The Black Hole got it right? Taking in slow and steady gulps he listened to far off animal sounds and tried to clear his head.

Pi had some 'devilish' business to take care of this evening because apparently the local area was ripe with Satanists, go figure! Eddie wasn't quite sure what to make of that, or even if it was true. However the curvy succubus insistently apologized for having to go out and smooth a few things over. In the long run she'd assured him it would better for them. The geek wasn't really very fond of confrontation so who was he really to complain? Besides he wanted to talk to Abby alone and smooth things over there too. 

The issue there was while Eddie knew his exotic cousin was home but she wasn't anywhere to be found in the house. He'd checked her studio, her room, the kitchen, the living room, even parlor. Next the nerd had tracked all the way out to the carriage house but both cars were still sitting there. That left two options: either Abby had been abducted by aliens which Eddie would usually not consider or she had went out to the unused barn at the back end of the property. That was where Eddie was heading now. 

"Friggin weather." Back home by now it would have been starting to get a bit on the warm side and there wouldn't be so much damn moisture clinging to everything. Here in England he had been told that every summer was this damn miserable. His shoes were already drenched just from left over dew and the occasional puddle. Suddenly stopping when he heard some rustling in the trees the human looked that direction, narrowed his eyes. All the starlight dancing about really didn't help at all. It was just too dark for him to see anything. "Aphex?"

No answer came, no sound or further movement. Eddie was pretty sure the perverted imp was out with Pi anyway. Sighing he shook free a case of the heebie jeebies and proceeded along his way. The farmhouse loomed not too far off now. What appeared to be lamplight oozed between its cracks, under shuttered windows. There was something definitely going on inside. As Eddie neared the door he strained his meager mortal senses once more. He was pretty sure he could faintly hear that Celtic stuff that Abby listened to filtering out and his nose caught a mixture of burning incense. He wasn't sure exactly what the earthy smells were but they were pretty soothing, his mind relaxed. The heavy mathematics trying to invade it almost immediately dissolved. 

Reaching out he hesitated before creaking one of the front doors open. Its pitted and splintered wood creaked. His lips curled together and brows lifting with curiosity. There were half-a-dozen hurricane lanterns set about on old haystacks and atop stable posts. After adding in a few candles atop pie plates that were arranged in some sort of mystical matter and the whole barn had a warm and dreamy glow. Several ceramic tiles had burning sticks on them, their lovely smoke curling into the air and mixing. In the center of it all was Abby atop a pair of spread out blankets. The covers weren't any sort of comfortable ones; they looked thick and worn, probably wool.

His cousin had a rumpled appearance tonight, nothing serious. Her dark hair was down, its waves tumbled together. Clad in a short skirt that had ridden most of the way up her dusky thighs and an untucked white schoolgirl shirt Abby didn't noticed right off the bat that the door had opened. Several of the buttons were undone, showing a tempting tease of chest and lacy white bra along with the fine boned curve of clavicle. Her delicious legs were folded up and had a rather large tome spread open between them. Still Eddie's gaze was able to trail along tempting thigh flesh and catch just a hint of pristine panties. Immediately he was struck recalling Pi's fingers wedged deep inside her, the way Abby sounded when she came, how her body quaked and shook. Thusly he decided to back out and take a few cooling breaths as lust cascaded through his veins. His light cough though caught the artist's attention. Her stark eyes lifted...

"Eddie?" Abby shifted with a crinkle of her skirt. As she moved to her knees she turned the grimoire around, still open, to rest beside her at the center of the circle. Its cover was pretty thick, covered with dark brown leather stained with age along with oddly scrolled rivets. Likewise its pages were yellowed and made from a weighty stock to stand the ages. She giggled light when he looked back and crooked a finger to beckoning him in. Of course from the way she stretched forward Eddie was able to see right down her top at barely constrained tits. Abby even arched his back a bit. "Come in, this concerns you too."

"What does?" Not being raised in a barn Eddie closed the door behind him as he was drawn inside by the fetching picture and posh accent of his cousin. Here and there candles flickered with ominous ripple. For a moment Eddie was sure he could hear the building exhale.

"Well come here." Back on her haunches Abby just fixed him with a languid look and waited until he was close before patting the cover before her. Then it was back to leaning on her hands, shirt sliding from luxurious colored shoulders and this exposing more cleavage. "I just want to make sure first you're okay."

"I'm okay." He settled before her and fought down a flush along with wanton thoughts. "Why wouldn't I be okay? Hey! What are you doing?"

The last exclamation came when Abby reached forward and rather brazenly started unbuttoning his shirt. The mathematician's high pitched question didn't slow her art trained fingers any. Within seconds she had the shirt loose and was spreading it open. Leaning close her body heat as well as breath mixed with his. "Hush. I'm checking you over for devil marks." Work blunted nails pulled at the flesh of his nipples. "One, two... you haven't grown another one somewhere the last few days have you?"

"Not that." Eddie tried to muffle his moan. There was nothing he could do about the way his skin pebbled. "Not that I've noticed. Careful, that tickles."

"This tickles?" Dragging her nails in slow circles against Eddie's stomach Abby cast her spiced gaze up into his and grinned plush. The edges of her stark blue eyes shone as the rest grew darker, serious. Those hands flatted and slid back up to push shirt from shoulders.

There was no way that Eddie could hide his groan this time. "Yes."

"Come here." Not that Abby gave him most of a choice. Once she had a firm hold of his shoulders with art-calloused hands the Englishwoman pulled him into her even as she leaned up. She shook, gasped when his chin settled between the sinful flesh of her chest and scruffy facial hair grazed. His warm breath teased at her breastbone. All the while she tried to concentrate and as the shirt was removed picked here and there over the plane of Eddie's back to see if there were any odd marks, scars or divots. Everything looked fine.

"Abby." It wasn't a complaint the nerd muttered against his distant cousin's rack but a barely contained whine of want. His hands moved to curl strong around her biceps with the intent of pushing away. On reflex the sculptor craned her back to brushed covered breasts directly up against his face.

"Hush you." Desire laced Abby's throat so thickly it made her voice hoarse. "I am going to need to check every inch of you." 

"Are you, trying to seduce me, Abby?" For all the world Eddie hoped she was going to say yes. Just in case she didn't he leaned his head back lightly so lips didn't graze against her skin as much as they wanted to at the moment. 

Her hands quickly recoiled from his back and Eddie kicked himself internally figuring that was the answer. Abby however reached back, wiggling until she got the damn bra hooks free and slipped straps down her shoulders. Thus the top loosed and started to slide from nipples. "Get rid of that while I work on your pants."

"Oh! Okay." No longer interested on putting distance between them Eddie let fingers fall from the supple skin of his cousin's arms to the side of the bra. They curled against the lace, feeling the texture for just a second before thirteen year old fantasies took over and he pulled it away from her chest. Dark nipples were already hard and needy once revealed to the night air. This time even the lanterns wavered as power disturbed its way through them. Eddie was too busy lapping slowly at one of Abby's nubs to notice.

While breathing in small hitched hiccups Abby managed to reach down and pop the button on Eddie's jeans. Her hands wasted no time tugging down the zipper and spreading fly away from heated underwear. As good as it felt to have her nipple being rolled about between Eddie's lips as he suckled, as fantastic as it was to have his hands kneading at the sides of her tender globes... where was she going with this again? Right! Shaking due to rushing blood Abby pushed him away with a saucy smile and urged him to lay back. 

"Like I said." Humming she loomed over him and walked fingers down the front of his hidden dick. "Check every inch of you."

"Oh yeah!" His hips bucked a bit and fingers curled into the scratchy fabric of the wool. Eddie was sure that the contrast of it and her fine flesh was going to be maddening. It was then his fingers brushed against something... a cup... maybe under the covers. He was too distracted to care when Abby tossed her shirt to the side fully and brushed dark mane into place. With a motion the exotic girl got him to lift his hips before slipping his jeans and under things off. They were tossed near her clothes in a motion that Abby did purposefully so he'd see the long lines of her body stretch. Then she wiggled out of the skirt but not her panties and tilted forward. One hand brushed over his balls before flattening on the ground to hold her weight. 

The recovering witch took her sweet time looking over his legs with both eyes and fingers, occasionally lips. One leg was lifted and Abby used her teeth at the back of his knee, his shin, making him laugh. The ritual was repeated on the other leg. Popping out a swirl of air she set them back down. "You look clean." 

"Well I'm pretty sure I am." Eddie propped himself on his elbows. "So what's a devil mark?"

Abby moved with feline precision to loom over him once more, knee sliding between his even. She reached out and curled a hand along his shaft. The front of her panties darkened as needy juices now flowing in earnest. "You have no idea." Said as the artist took great care stroking him, thumb pressing along the main vein. "How jealous I was of Pi that morning, to have the courage to take you in her hand."

"It felt really nice to be coated in your cum, Abby." Letting his head fall back Eddie breathed in deeply all those beguiling scents. It occurred to him now that there might be some sort of aphrodisiac mixed into all of it. Had Abby planned for him to come out here? He didn't care. The barn breathed again and his chest rose and fell with it. Abby's hair brushed at his thighs as she bent down and flicked her tongue at the underside of his head. She took the time to wallow on salted desire.

"Nice enough that you will give me your seed." She pressed a slow full lipped kiss to the crown, and then breathed out slow and sensual. "Eddie?"

Whimpering hard Eddie lost the ability to form words until her adoring lips moved. Just as he was about to speak however she swirled her tongue over him again. Stomach muscles bunched and chest heaved. "I need to cum in you." 

Abby made a small squeal in delight at both his words and how his cock lurched before her eyes when he imagined what it was going to be like to spray into her depths. Inching over him her knee brushed at his sac before she straddled him and smiled somewhat shy down into those deep green eyes. He couldn't stop looking at her chest or the slow drop down to covered sex with shuddering anticipation. While the human woman was sure she wasn't nearly as seductive as Pi it was good to know that he was so turned on. Her hand took command of his member once more. 

"Abby." Leaning up as she held him Eddie brushed his lips against her chin, and then demanded a kiss she was all too pleased to give. Instead of jerking him off more however she angled that stiff bit of male to lineup with her aching sex. There was of course still cloth between which she used to brush the tip of Eddie along. It felt good to have him that close but not in her yet, just as it felt wonderful to be slid across sopping fabric. Eddie could feel the heat of her desire invading its way deep into the flesh of his cock. In an urging motion he lifted hips but she didn't budge much more than pressing him into fabric covered folds and rocking her hips back and forth.

"You make me so wet, Eddie." She didn't need to really say what Eddie already felt. Her arms twitched, hands wishing they could stop supporting her weight and pulled panties aside so he could fill her. 

Licking at her lower lip Eddie didn't pull away immediately afterwards but took a good long moment to rake teeth over the delicate skin. "I wanted to take you on that wheel that morning so badly."

"To press your hips into mine." Abby turned his male meat so the flat of shaft would saw at her with each grind. "To stretch the walls of my cunny and drive me down again and again into the hard surface. Is that what you wanted Eddie?"

"Yes. Yes it is." His shoulder tensed and Eddie closed his eyes, only to reopen them when Abby's gaze demanded it. She gave him a sweet smile and nipped along the line of his jaw before letting go. Her fine boned cheek first pressed to his shoulder, thus bosom dragged against his chest and down to stomach as Abby's face followed the same trail. When pert chest encased Eddie's manhood he arched into the sensation and she laughed against his ribs lightly. 

"Such enthusiasm." Not that Abby was chiding him. She rolled her spine slowly to stroke him that way. It wasn't a tight fight but pillow-like in pleasurable sensation. Nor did Abby let it linger over long. She couldn't afford at this point to have him blow anywhere else but inside of her. Around them the ground slowly heated up from gathering power. Licking at her lips she caught his gaze before slipping away from his body with a serpentine motion. 

"Where are you going?" Eddie sat up fully and groaned.

Not answering Abby eased onto her knees and bounced her brows. Then back she rocked to sit on the open tome with her lovely rump. For a long moment she just watched Eddie as if trying to make a decision. Shaking her head the artist puffed out breath before laying back and spreading her legs wide. Her own fingers snaked down from the summit of one breast, along the valley of her stomach, before pulling the bulwark of panties to the side of ripe sex. Unlike Pi her cunny was smooth, freshly shaved and glinted with fresh need. Shaking off the mystification of the sight Eddie shifted and moved to her.

She smiled up at him with a hazy air and about them the candles burned brighter, hotter as he ran his hands over the shape of her knees and then down inner thighs as the rest of his body pushed between them. Reaching back the exotic beauty hid the nervous shake of her hands by bunching up wool in them and pulling a good pile of it over to support her neck. Abby moaned when Eddie adjusted his cockhead through her folds and the first press of pressure against her opening. 

"Right there." The words were breathed out when the brown haired man was on target.

Eddie nodded just a smidge before pushing his hips. He and Abby fitted together as easy and smooth as man and woman should. Groaning the sculptor lifted her already elevated hips into the sensation of her inner muscles being stretched, then trembling as they adjusted to his girth. One thing was for certain her cousin was a pleasant fit. She reached out with one hand she played it across his stomach and her coy smile returned. 

"Nice and slow if you, oh, would not mind? Slow but hard." Down into his pubic hair Abby's hand wandered, caressing along where they met for a moment as he followed directions given. Hips rolled against one another and she kept her legs splayed, knees hitched up, and feet twitching against the ground. Once Eddie was moving, and clearly was enjoying himself, her hips and sex squeezed. Abby swallowed as much air as she could in between pleased gasps. Her hands took a hold of his thick wrists and guided them to either side of the tome but not past its edge. The circuit between them had to be complete. Not that it could get any more intimate than it already was now could it.

While Abby tried to focus through the pleasure of having Eddie plow her fertile depths Eddie was completely given over to the moment. Shoulders curled inward and head hanging he focused on keeping his pace relentless instead of giving into the need to push as hard and as fast as he could. It was evident that his swarthy lover enjoyed rough friction as her breath skipped at the zenith of every drawn out thrust. The angle was a bit weird over all, but not unpleasant, not even close. He was pretty sure he'd started off rather deep from the get go. Also taken into consideration was the way her ass slid as the book's paper shifted. He didn't want to tear what looked like an heirloom and at least for now lust had not overpowered his good sense. How long that would last was anyone's guess. Abby felt so damn good.

He tilted down and gazed his lips over the swell of quivering breast before taking nipple between teeth and grinding. There was little Abby could do but squeak and squirm against his unyielding pace. For a moment delight injected its poison in her willpower and the witch was sorely tempted just to give into the moment and enjoy every last hedonistic drop. It had been so long since she'd done any workings and that part of her brain felt so rusty that for a serious second under Eddie's weight she nearly lost all concentration. This opportunity was too important to let go, she couldn't let herself or Eddie face this demon unprotected. Sucking in air she stifled the next two bubbles of bliss and moved her fingers to stroke up and down Eddie's arms in a rhythmic motion hoping he would match it as she slowed her hips down. One thing for sure no matter how brainy Eddie was he was damn good at keeping a beat. 

Letting held breath out first Abby's kiss bruised lips started to move as she separated her mind from what her body was doing, and what a delicious doing it was. One by one widdershins the hurricane lamps extinguished themselves. Shadows writhed in time with their bodies before closing in akin to hand fisting up. Eddie cried out as he hit bottom, his pubic bone crushing against hers. His hands lifted from the book and stroked along the side of hips, up leg, before slapping back down into place to hold his weight. His face didn't rise from her beasts for he was all but hypnotized by the way they swayed beneath him. It was amusing to him though that Abby wasn't a screamer but instead a mumbler, it didn't even sound like she was forming words. 




Kissing Cousins



With a start Eddie's senses stretched taunt and he gasped before grinding teeth. Panting the mathematician lifted his gaze through bangs. "I... Abby."

"Go ahead, Eddie." In response Abby's whisper was distracted and both of her hands moved to caress into his mop. Nails teased at scalp and she turned his attention from her chanting back down to her chest. "Let it go babe."

Arching into the next trust Eddie did indeed spray instead of pulling out. As usual every ounce of his fiber went into the heavy saturation of seed, in this case against Abby's womb. Her eyes fluttered close at the warming sensation; there was nothing else in the world like the first wash of a man's hot load. She let the sensation roll through her veins, bring heat into her bones. Blindly her hand moved to capture one of his and move it down to their wet joining. While he continued to let the next jet fly Abby just wasn't quite there yet.

Her action of showing his fingers exactly where her clit was and silently pleading its torture against his shaft wasn't because she was selfish, it wasn't even because she wanted to have her cake and eat it too, it was because their fluids were going to have to mix if this was going to work. Biting down on her lower lip she nearly cried out as her body started to ramp up toward orgasm. Later she'd be thankful Eddie wasn't the sort of man to blow his wad, go flaccid and then pull out. Instead he kept pounding and playing, intent on making sure she had her time in the sun too. 

As pleasure built so did the power of the spell and Abby felt it take on a life of its own, hot spikes of energy pulsating up from the tome and invading her pussy just as deep as Eddie's hard on. It was like having a jolt of electricity or a vibrator suddenly turn its setting to 'kill'. Stars exploded behind her eyes and she screamed loud. Orgasm and magic road out from her constructing tunnel through every muscle, sinew and delicate humor she had. Aftershocks made her voice turn shrill then ragged in its silence. The barn vibrated in time with the cousins' mixed cries. While Eddie's satisfaction was short and sweet Abby's kept rolling as ancient words of power tumbled out of her without any memorization or rote. The mixed-heritage witch didn't even realize she was incanting them. 

Finally her painfully bent back flatted and she fought hard to catch her breath while Eddie nuzzled the inside curve of both breasts, placing kind kisses of encouragement on her lungs in hope to get them working properly. "Are you okay?

"Great." Abby breathed out rather than spoke. "Brilliant really! Just, just don't pull out. Not yet." 

"Okay."Not about to argue Eddie tried his best to ignore the post sex fatigue that claimed his legs and arms. He'd not be able to lean there for long, wedged deep inside her, in this position anyway. 

Abby tried to reassure him with a smile and reached back with a long stretch, breasts pulling to the side of her torso and fine musculature flexing. Unable to see she patted here and there, and again and again, looking for the goblet. "Shite."

"Huh?" Glancing back to her face Eddie looked along her arms. "What's wrong?"

"Eddie." She sighed deep and twisted her head to try and look. It was no use when all of her rich hair got in the way. "Can you see a goblet anywhere near my hands?

"A cup?" Dubious Eddie shifted and watched her with twitching brows. 

"Yes a cup. It should he up there somewhere." Coming dangerously close to spraining her neck Abby would have growled if her body wasn't languidly relaxed by both burning herbs and fresh satisfaction. "Can you see it?"

"It's behind me. I felt it while you were doing the thing with the panties." Which had slipped back into place and now were agitating the side of his softening shaft. Eddie blew a long cool breath over her chest. "You need it for something?"

"Yes!" Bubbling with laughter, mostly at her ineptitude, the prodigal sorceress shook her head and made a popping sound with her mouth. "Could you get it for me please? It's important. Slowly now."

"Oh... okay." Confused and sex-addled Eddie finally unsheathed himself from her and made a small sound of whoops as she nearly topped him over with the way she lifted hips. Abby just didn't want a single drop to spill out, well more than already had. Fucking after all was always messy.

Onto his backside Eddie fell and took a breather, then shook away cobwebs before turning and looking for the cup. He'd expected when he pulled its lump from under the covers that it was going to gilded, shined, and covered with gems. Instead it was a rather simple steel goblet with very little etching what so ever. He tilted back to Abby and offered it out. "Water does sound like a good idea"

"Yes, yes it does. I've got a cooler over by the door. Um... yeah. Could you turn around or something, please?" She had pressed her hips very high up into the air now, knees flexing. It made handing over the cup a bit difficult.

"You are going to fill the cup with cum, aren't you?" Shaking his head Eddie didn't want to know the answer as soon as he asked. He stood up and wobbled his way through the gloom toward the door. Only then did he notice that it had gotten quite a bit darker in the barn. "When did my life get so strange?"

Doing as her cousin predicted Abby tilted her body down on the cup before awkwardly crouching to let everything drain out. She'd never felt so... vulgar in her life. Other women called this liberating or invigorating? Her sharp nose wrinkled and the artist hoped she'd never have to do this again. "Oh I do not know. It could have been when you summoned a demon from the pits of hell into our home?"

"Sarcasm noted and accepted." Once the little plastic box as found Eddie was glad there was more than one bottle inside. While he lifted two out and savored the coolness of melted ice water on his hands the geek didn't turn around yet. "Just let me know when you're done."

"My apologies, Edward." She sighed and once she was sure everything, well most everything, was in the cup Abby collapsed back on the book. A long pause went by as she checked out his nude lines out in the soft light. She smiled a bit and resolved that they would have sex again, for less nefarious purposes. "Please, come back over?"

After a double take over the shoulder Eddie nodded and picked his way back onto the wool. While it was scratchy it was better than the straw ridden ground. Only now in the afterglow did he also note the various rusted out farming implements looming in the darkness along the walls. Out a water was offered but he remained standing. "So... what's going on?"

"Trust me?" She batted her eyes in the sort of manner that told Eddie he should say no. The water was taken and not soon after taking off the cap she'd drained it in smooth gulps that highlighted her pretty sweat covered throat.

"Yes." Eddie admitted with a chagrinned smile. He hit his water a little less hard but the bottle was soon empty as well.

"Good, just sit here." A powerful pointing gesture was made to the other side of the grimoire "This is going to take a moment but I promise afterwards I will explain everything, all right?"

"Sure, Abby." Doing his best not to be suspicious Eddie watched her rumpled sex and then legs as she stood. Once she turned his eyes glanced over tight ass before turning attention down to the book before him. Even up-side-down he could tell something wasn't quite right with the tome. It had to be a spell book from all the odd circles and cramped hand-written words. The diagrams however struck him as very mathematic but he couldn't quite out a finger on it. The finger reached out anyway but hesitated before touching lines on the page and didn't actually do so. Everything just felt off with the book, the whole barn and Abby. Slick hairs from crotch and all the way up stood on end. Eddie shivered.

Abby's did too but not out of some sense of unease. She was well aware after all at what forces were flowing around them and they had nothing to do with Eddie's rational world. Settling down on her knees despite the roughness of the floor the rolled artist chanted once more as she poured mixed fluids around a candle and then quietly used it to sketch out the same arcane circle that Eddie was inspecting. It took a bit of effort on her part because it wasn't quite the same as say finger painting. Abby wished she had more time to research and prepare but her once-now-again coven mates were insistent that she and he needed some sort of protection for their souls ASAP. As such she had to rush things. 

Her knees ached terrible by the time she was done and Abby grumbled knowing there were four more to do. Standing carefully she brushed off her joints and was irritated by the redness she saw, the roughness she felt. A fleeting smile was cast to Eddie to reassure him as she moved onto the next station and the sequence was repeated.

Eddie smiled back and did his best to do as told, even if it was just to sit there. To pass the time he watched both her naked body and the way it moved along with what she was doing. A few times he started to ask questions but thought better of it. Even though he knew nothing about magic if was anything like say physics lab? Well, breaking her concentration could lead to some pretty nasty results. He did resolve to have her explain this, and everything else. When Abby rose and moved to the third point he turned attention away from her and back to the book. Taking in a quiet breath he reached for it again and this time worked up the courage to first touch and then turn it toward him.

It didn't give him any further insight into the glyphs but the language wasn't quite American, closer to Shakespearean gobilty-gook, maybe Old English? He'd seen some samples of it in one of his undergrad classes. The cramped handwriting made as little sense to him now as it did then. Abby didn't protest when he touched the book even though she looked over while moving to the fourth point so Eddie assumed it was alright if he browsed. Flipping back through the pages they were full of what was expected, more mystic symbols and sketches along with lines of text he could only assume were spells. Now and again he caught handwriting in the margins that weren't the same and had a modern bent when it came to language. He didn't run across anything resembling Abby's handwriting until of all things a post-it-note. The paper square was just as glaring because of its god awful yellow color as it was for the splash of the current time period it was amidst something ancient. He tilted the book to the left instead of moving the note as to read it better.  Insects not actually needed.

What the devil could that mean? Eddie didn't ask the question out loud. His eyes snapped back to Abby when she hissed in pain while standing. "Are you okay?" 

She nodded lightly and gestured to her knees which were now raw and one popped as she moved. Really if the English woman would have had time to prep she would have dug out her old sports kneepads, though that would have added a whole other level of kink on what just happened. Abby didn't speak, she had chanting to do. Onto the last candle she walked and soldiered on even if the other knee creaked as she knelt. Eddie didn't have to grimace for her, she was doing just fine on her own. Worry tinged the edges of Eddie's eyes but he was soon drawn back to 'reading' the book. He thumbed the front and peered at the stylized coat of arms on the second page. It was clearly an earlier version of the same that adorned a few tapestries around Blackmoor Hall. That suggested it was some sort of family bible or whatever the opposite of it was. Closing the grimoire Eddie ran his fingers over the dark leather cover, it had a feeling of age to it and for clear reasons. The rivets that held the binding together looked hand-forged. They each had small but noticeable differences to them but the light scrollwork from ages past had worn down to being a bit too hard to make out.

He only noticed that Abby had sat down on the other side of the book when her hand glided over his.

"Ready?" Clearly nervous the sexpot of a cousin offered him a shaky smile. 

"I guess?" Eddie couldn't be sure after all as he hadn't the foggiest fucking clue what she was doing.

Teeth raked over her lower lip and shivering as she found the taste of him still remained Abby cleared her throat and thoughts. Her hand slipped from his and the artist took hold of the other side of the closed tome. The fact he was already handling it was a step saving coincidence. 

Abby didn't say anything else; merely she ducked her head and waited. At the give points the sexual waste started to hiss before bursting right into boiling. The agitation caused all of the candles to explode in three foot tall gouts of hellish green flames. The book itself started to twist and churn, or rather the leather did. Up it curled around the pair's hands using two sets it formed from the cover. The books 'hands' grasped flesh tight enough to cause a sudden tingling as if the extremities fell asleep. Eddie yelped! Abby remained calm and made a small sound to convey to him this was expected. He still came this close to freaking the fuck out, especially when it felt like he was rapidly emptying out of everything that made him him. Abby too started to shake and tried to keep her sense of balance. 

"It's going to be okay, Eddie, just give it a moment." Her voice was as hollowed out as Eddie felt.

At the point where the mathematician felt he couldn't take any more of this everything came rolling back in like a tide returning to shore. The rush was so sudden Eddie screamed but neither in pain nor ecstasy. He would never be really able to describe what the feeling was, the closest he would ever be able to would be being born again -- and not remotely in a Christian way. For that tumble of seconds Eddie knew precisely what it was to be Edward Vance in the grand scheme of the cosmos - it was a weighty meaningful existence. Mankind was not just a mote in an otherwise uncaring or even hostile universe. They were part of the whole, a very important part. Once he came down he realized that Abby was giggling, giddy and high on life. The book had resumed its normal shape and the candles were nothing more than charred husks of black. On the bright side the lamps kicked back on in unison. 

Slumping backwards Eddie resisted the urge to fling the damned book away but was glad when his dusky lover settled it in her lap. The large volume was held up to cover crotch the cleavage and while it hid everything it struck Eddie that was a pretty damn sexy picture of his cousin. 

"What did you just do?" He asked and hoped for a simple answer.



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"Hey, have we met?" was the first interaction we had. He had sent me a message on Facebook after I sent him a friend request. No, we hadn't met but I knew who he was. He just didn't know me. My aunt had placed him up for adoption 26 years ago and they had recently met and formed a relationship. I proceeded to tell him who I was and that we were "sort of" related. 

"It's not like we're really related though," he said. No, not legally, right? I knew he was my cousin, by blood. He knew the same. But I couldn't help but feel the heat between my legs thinking about him. 

We decided to meet up for a movie that weekend. We met at the theater. He paid, just like a gentleman, and held the door. I felt like it was a first date, not meeting my long lost cousin for the first time. I was fidgety in the movie. I couldn't sit still. I wanted to touch him, any part of him. He had his hand lying on the arm rest and I wanted desperately to lay mine on top, but each time I tried I chickened out. 

I hadn't paid any attention to the movie. I couldn't concentrate on anything except the yearning for his skin against mine. I finally mustered up the courage to get closer about half way through the movie. I moved my legs closer to his. Then placed my hand on the outside of my thigh. I looked down and in the dark I could see my hand was only a couple inches from his leg. I could easily brush it against his leg "accidentally" just to feel any part of him. 

It was nearing the end of the movie & I still hadn't done anything but sit there and contemplate my decisions. I had to do it, this was my chance. I put my left foot under my right leg and my knee brushed his leg. He just looked over at me and smiled. I put my hand on my knee, took a deep breath, and slowly eased it over to his leg. My heart was beating out of my chest. What if he was offended? What if he is weirded out? I wanted to move it back to my own leg, but I wanted to move it further up his thigh too. So I just left it. 

After what seemed like forever he reached down and grabbed my hand and laces his fingers between mine. Was this it? Was this is his way of saying he wanted more? Or, was this him just being friendly to his cousin? The movie ended and we got up to walk out, he held a tight grasp on my hand and led me back out to the parking lot and to my car. 

"I'm glad you put your hand on my leg in there," he said. 

I just smiled, feeling my face turn red. 

"Wanna come back to my place? We could, umm..., just chat, catch up." 

"Yea, sure," I answered. 

"You can just follow me."

The whole way back to his apartment my heart was about to come out of my chest. I've never felt so many emotions in my life. I was excited, scared, embarrassed, nervous, all at the same time.

Once we got in his apartment he invited me to sit on his couch while he grabbed us a soda. When he got back he sat down extra close. We exchanged a little awkward chit chat. But I couldn't think straight. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel him. I kept thinking of how sexy he looked in his blue stripped button up, and how inappropriate it was to think of my cousin as "sexy". 

"Your breasts look nice. What size are they?"

He caught me off gaurd. I must've looked like a deer in headlights. 

"Was that too much? I'm sorry," he said quickly as he scooted over.

"No, don't be sorry. I was just spaced for a second. They're a D. You can touch them if you like." Wait, did I really just say that? I really wanted him to, but I can't believe that just came out of my mouth. 

"Really?" he asked. 

"Yes, really," I answered, although I was thinking "Yes, please," in my head. 

He reached over and cupped my breast in his hand. He gave it a nice firm squeeze. I felt my nipples harden in my bra. 

"Very nice."

"Want to see?"

"Absolutely."

I reached down and pulled off my shirt. Underneath was my black lace push-up bra with my breasts about to fall out of it. I had worn it just in case someone was to see it, or hopeful someone would see it. I reached back to unlatch it when he grabbed my arms. 

"May I?"

"Yes!"

He brushed his hands along my skin as he slowly unlatched my bra. He pulled the straps off my shoulders and down my arms. My breasts bounced as they left my bra. He looked at me with this fiery look in his eyes. My nipples were as hard as they could get aching for someone to touch them, or lick them, or suck them. 

He grabbed both breasts in his hands and flicked my nipples with his thumbs as he gave me a look as if he was asking for permission to keep going. I nodded. 

He slowly brought his face closer to my breasts. He started kissing at the top of one and kissed his way down to my nipple. As he took it in his mouth I could feel his hot breath against it. My pussy was soaked. He put it in his mouth and I thought I might orgasm right then. He flicked it with his tongue. Nibbles a little with his teeth. Then looked up at me. 

"May I...kiss you?"

"Please."

He moved his hands from my breasts to my back, then brought one up to the back of my head. He leaned in and gave me the greatest kiss I've ever had. When he stopped I looked down to see the giant lump in his jeans. 

"May I?" I said, nodding to his groin. 

"Absolutely," he answered as he leaned back. 

I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled them off along with his boxers. His dick stood up as hard as any one i'd ever seen. Not to mention bigger, too. It was at least 9 inches long and a full hand round. I took it in my hand and ran it up and down a few times. He moaned and I put my mouth over it. He moaned louder. I moved up and down over his hard shaft, taking more each time down, until the head of his dick was down my throat. He was moaning so loud I knew he would cum any moment. I moved my mouth over his dick faster and faster, sucking as hard as I could. 

"I'm gonna cum!"

He quickly filled my mouth as I sucked every last drop out and swallowed. 

"Oh...my...God..." he said, "Now it's your turn."

He pushed me back on the couch, lifted my skirt, and pulled over my panties. My pussy was soaked and he was about to lick it clean. He licked the outside of my freshly shaven pussy. I was already on the verge of orgasm. He used his tongue to separate my lips and lick up my pussy. He licked from the bottom to the top then back down. He stuck his tongue inside my tight hole, licking up all my juices. He licked back up to the top and swirled his tongue around my clit. He took it in his mouth and rubbed it between his lips as he sucked gently. That was it. I was cumming. I felt like I was going to pass out. I gripped the couch and let out a loud moan. 

He pulled off my panties and skirt then hovered over top of me, looking me up and down. He leaned in and kissed me. Taking his hand and rubbing up my thigh, closer and closer to my pussy. He ran his finger tips in the crease of my groin and then in between my lips. He put it in my wet hole and it felt as if he was feeling every part of me. 

He removed his finger and placed his dick right above my pussy. It was aching for him to be inside me. He lowered it down, inserting just the tip. It felt like it was going to rip me open, but I wanted all of him. He inserted a little more. 

"Ouch!"

"Want me to stop?"

"No. Not at all."

"I'll be easy."

"Okay."

I slowly inserted his entire dick into me. It hurt at first then it felt amazing. This is what I've been longing for. This is what I've wanted. He thrusted himself in and out of me. His dick was hitting every spot perfectly. He was going to make me cum again.

"Harder!" I screamed. 

He went harder, I was moaning, I was breathing heavenly, I was screaming, I was cumming...hard. He kept going. 

"Where do you want me to cum?"

"In me."

"Without protection."

"Yes."

He shot is load in me. Filling up my pussy with his cum. He kissed my forehead, pulled out, and got me a towel. We went at it a few more times before morning, each time as amazing as the first.



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Monday, 28 August 2012

Aftermath

Vic just called me. She said that she couldn't sleep. She said that she couldn't stop thinking about how I looked at the lunch yesterday afternoon. She said that it was all that she could do not to follow me into the ladies room when I'd excused myself! She asked me why it was that I was awake. She said that she was just going to let the phone ring once, just to take the edge off and that it frightened her when I answered. She's a silly girl! She said that she was going to hang up anyway even after she heard me answer the phone! She said that just hearing my voice made her clit ache. She sounded as if she wanted to cry! We both wanted to cry! On this cool night in Kingston two women can come to an agreement, I think.

I told her to read this blog. I've given her the URL... I guess that we'll see how things go from there.





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Sunday, 27 August 2012



Family time

Family time today for Uncle John's birthday! For those of you who don't know any Jamaicans, family time is big for us. It's the sort of thing that you see in movies celebrating Italian families. Vic and Tina, and everyone else were there. Vic and I were friendly. We laughed a lot. I hope that we didn't overdo it. I was careful to only touch her twice. I touched her because I wanted to touch her and because I didn't want it to seem as if I didn't want to touch her; as if there was something wrong about touching her; you know what I mean? I just didn't know how many times would be natural. I need to watch my own behaviour more carefully.  As I type this, I know that I'm going to have an affair with Victoria.

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Sunday, 27 August 2012

I was right. Seb made me pose for him wearing only the scarf. I didn't know that I'd be able to pull of this kind of striptease. I kept thinking that I was doing it for Vic even though I know that I'd probably be too shy to do it for her for real. I kept imagining that it was she who was looking at my breasts as they bounced; that it was her mouth, watering for me. I kept seeing her trailing her fingers down my flesh, stopping just short of tickling me. I kept feeling her kissing me under my breasts and down toward my navel. She's gentle about sucking my pouting nipples. Her kisses are the gentlest of sips. I try not to squirm since I don't want to distract her from what she's doing to me. I kept imagining the hunger in her eyes as she looked at my curves, by generous bottom, my round boobies. Tina's like me physically so I know that she likes that in a woman. I don't know why we didn't think of this opportunity before. I think that Vic and Seb are alike; or is that Seb and Tina?  

Anything like a reality check to kill a fantasy? I think of Seb and Tina and I was back in bed and it was Seb who was working me over. He was doing all the right things. He sucked and munched my nipples (a little too hard if the truth be known, but I've stopped trying to correct him) and lapped away at my clit as if it was the sweetest honey that he'd ever tasted, but it was not the same as it was before; before I knew how much I want to kiss Victoria and have her make love to me. 

I reflect that Seb is no longer enough for me. I reflect as I type this that that is the real danger of having an affair. On some level it's an admission that your Partner is just no longer good enough for you. Vic says that she's going to teach me how it feels to have my pussy eaten by a real woman. I can't get that promise out of my mind. I want it even if we don't do anything more than that. I want to know what it feels like to be really well taken care of. I wonder if I should ask her if she thinks that it would be a good idea to have Seb watch us. He might like the girl-on-girl action; and wouldn't that make it not having an affair if he were there with us? I want to know what a dildo up my ass feels like. I expect to be disappointed, but I still want to try.

Wait a minute! I've been posting here for three days now. Vic knows about my online identity! She may see this someday and know that it is I who wrote about us!  I suppose it doesn't matter. Without having her make love to me, I'm dead anyway.  What a confession! Yet, even as I type this I know that I'm not going to suppress this. I'm going to bate fate and post it. Damn fate! I can always say that it was a joke can't I? Well, I could say that if I delete these last two lines, but I know that I won't.

Seb is calling me back to bed. I have to go. Good night, my Love.



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Saturday, 26 August 2012

Mall Rats

I had lunch with Vic and Tina and the others today at Sovereign. It was awkward. I couldn't look at Vic, and Tina noticed, I'm sure. She probably thinks that I'm upset because they didn't come by the house last night for drinks when we invited them. I missed them, yes, but how much can you miss someone when surrounded by 50 of your Partner's closest friends? Tina wanted to buy me a scarf to make it up to me. I declined and she got miffed as if I had hurt her somehow by not accepting her peace offering. It was not necessary, but I took the scarf. It is beautiful. It reminds me of the metallic threaded scarf that Vic wore to the opening at the Mutual Gallery in May. She was beautiful! At the time I noticed, but didn't if you know what I mean. When I'm sleeping naked with it tonight, Seb is probably going to think that it's the kinkiest thing that he's seen in years. I need to find my diaphragm.





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Friday, 25 August 2012            

Restful Sleep

I could not sleep last night and I haven't been able to concentrate today. It was that kiss. It wasn't a peck on the cheek or even an innocent kiss on the lips. She was hungry and so was I, it seems. She was pulling my tongue into her mouth and my body on to hers. She nearly tore my blouse! I didn't care! What I need more than anything now though is to understand what's happening with me. I need to understand why I can't stop thinking about her. I had never felt so alive! I need to understand why incest is wrong. Seriously, I need to know that it is more than just canalization in a social psychological sense. I know that some people groups don't frown on it, and even King Tut married his sister, so why does Judeo-Christian tradition say that we can't love who we want to.

Hell! LOVE!!! That's a four-letter word if I ever heard one! Do I love Vic? She is exciting and she's offering me a chance to explore my wilder side. There is nothing wild about what we want to do though. She wants to show me how a woman is supposed to be loved. She wants to show me the things that Sebastian has failed to do to me. I want to learn what she has to teach me. The fact that she's my cousin should make this less, not more, icky. I felt every pore in my body open up ready to receive her. I have never felt this way before. I'm both excited and afraid.

Will I dream of her tonight when I go to bed? I don't know, but I feel better now. I know that I feel that this is NOT wrong. She has a girlfriend, yes; but would that be considered cheating? Would Sebastian see it the same way as if I went off with some random stranger and would Tina think the same of her? This gets more and more complicated with each passing day. 



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Thursday, 24 August 2012

Sliding Down the Slippery Slope 

I kissed my cousin for the first time today. I know that this is not something that a grown woman should be taking about in public since it smacks of incest. Who the hell am I kidding, it is incest! It's on the slippery slope of actually sleeping with Veronica. I would have said that I didn't believe in incest. I would have said that it was wrong. Somehow it doesn't feel wrong and now it seems as if the person who is really off limits is my brother. I didn't want to think too much about the size of his dick and so I told myself that I didn't endorse that kind of lifestyle. Of course, I've just confessed that I was thinking about his dick. 

I don't know why I'm writing this because the Net isn't that anonymous and I don't know where this will end up, but I do know that I'm going to tell you too much about us so that we're identifiable. I have this need to destroy myself, I guess. So much damage can be done with a kiss. Who knew? Judas did, I guess, and I'm finding that out first hand now.

Did I tell you "Welcome to my blog"?  I guess that I'm too confused right now to get this totally right. I want you to send me your thoughts. Right now I'm focussed on understanding this thing between my cousin and me, but I promise you that I'm more interesting than that. I'll talk girl talk with you about sports and music and shopping and men and politics and religion. Right now though, I just need someone who knows about incest to tell me why I feel like this about my cousin. I'm not even a lesbian, but I feel as if I've just met a woman. What the hell is this? I feel like an exhibitionist performing for a multitude of anonymous voyeurs. I need help!



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Kissing Cousins



With each conversation, the anticipation grew. I knew what would happen, and I was ready for it. I needed it, even.

The conversations began rather innocent. There were always other people around. A few glasses of wine and the conversations went from vague descriptions to vivid sexual content, yet it was still only borderline taboo. Our family has a way of being open when it comes to sexuality, so even though I went home with wet panties, nothing had crossed the line.

I remember being younger, thinking that my older cousin was the epitome of masculinity. He had a gentleman’s nature, but he was tall, strong, and he had just the right amount of hair on his body. I couldn’t gaze too long into his deep dark eyes for fear of drowning.

Over the years as I got to know him, my respect and desire for him grew. A deep, dark secret fantasy that I kept completely to myself.

One birthday, I went out with a few friends and I ran into my cousin. The bar was close to home, so since I was walking that night, I got nice and tipsy in typical birthday celebratory fashion. I spent the majority of the evening by my cousin’s side, and though I barely remember the conversation, I know it got a little dirty. To top off the evening, I nibbled on my cousin’s neck before I left for the evening.

The next day I felt embarrassed looking back: that was my cousin. But I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit, and the flush I felt sweep over me was not only from feeling silly.

Some time had passed, and I started chatting in instant message with my cousin. Finally he broke the ice and told me how badly he wanted me. I still get wet remembering how we talked about all of the dirty things we would do to each other.

The more we talked, the more the anticipation grew. I wanted him bad. I came for him in a video and sent it to him. He sent me a video of himself cumming to my video. I remember cumming over and over again to the thought of tasting all that cum pouring out of the tip of his cock. And his cock was perfect. Throbbing and juicy, wide and long. I wanted to feel it slide deep inside of me.

We agreed to find a time to meet up and have a few drinks. We were planning on taking it slow. I was nervous, and I know he was not. He seemed confident through all of it. He told me he wanted me more than any woman. It was driving us both mad and we knew we were going to savor every moment of it.

Ryan came to pick me up from my house and we decided to take a few drinks down to the beach. It was getting dark out as we drove across town. The car ride was filled with nervous conversation and gentle touches. 

We parked down on a quiet beach and got out. He grabbed me in his arms and spun me around, then he leaned his face down into mine and our lips met for the first time. We stood there for a few minutes kissing and letting our hands discover each other’s bodies. I slid my hands across his hard chest as he found the curve along the edge of my ass. I felt his hard cock against my stomach as we stood next to his car, learning each other’s mouths.

After a short bit, we walked down onto the sand. We laid back sipping wine coolers and talked about everything. I pressed into his arm as we sat side by side. 

There was silence for a bit, and we watched as lights began to drift across the sky. Somebody was letting loose fire lanterns and they were drifting above us. It was a magical moment.

He turned to me and again we began to kiss. He moved his lips down my neck over my torso and he lifted out my nipples with mouth. He teased and licked and sucked and nibbled while I moaned and pressed into him. I arched my back up off the ground as I felt his cock swell against me. I moved my hips into him as he worked his mouth down over my stomach.

He struggled for a moment trying to get my pants undone, but he eased them down with grace and brought his warm mouth against me. He teased on my inner thighs before his tongue made its way into my wetness. I moaned and grabbed the back of his head, my fingers sliding through his hair. I grabbed tight while he worked at my clit with his tongue, making me wetter and wetter. He slid a finger inside me and found my g-spot instantly. He sucked and nibbled my clit, making it swell with pleasure. There was no denying; he knew exactly what he was doing.

Suddenly he was swatting at his legs. The mosquitos were vicious.

I pulled my pants up and we gathered our stuff and worked our way back to his truck.

We drove around for a while, talking about different parts of the town, talking about family, talking about past relationships. Nothing in the world mattered, we both had huge smiles plastered on our faces.

After a little while of driving we parked in a closed department store parking lot and talked some more. 

We saw more lanterns floating across the sky, even though we were far across town.

We laughed about how ‘slow’ we had taken it that night. So much for that! We kissed again. My heart was pounding, and my inner thighs were heating up. His hands found his way to my body, and my hand slipped into his lap to feel his cock ready to bust the seams of his jeans. I needed that cock inside me more than anything. There was a console in between us, so Ryan moved into my seat, I sat on top of him, and he put his hand down the front of my pants, sliding his finger deep into my wetness. He was hard against my ass as I sat on his lap, so I slid his cock out of his pants. He slid my pants down off of my hips until they were crumpled at my ankles, and I pushed my bare pussy up against his hard cock. It was so thick that I was reminded of losing my virginity trying to push it inside me, but I was very wet, so I rubbed all that wetness over the tip of his cock and forced my pussy down on it. 

He filled up every part of me, so deep, so full. It was so good, better than I could have ever anticipated. I started rotating my hips around and around, feeling every part of him inside me; every movement sending intense waves of pleasure from inside of me out. I was losing control, moaning and bouncing and swirling my hips, and he was thrusting his cock in and out.  His strong hands moved across my chest, tweaking my nipples, intensifying the pleasure waves that I had become so lost in. We rocked his truck, feeling every part of each other, the most intense pleasure rushing through our bodies. We were both moaning and sweating; panting for air, but neither one of us could stop. I felt him building up inside me: twitching and throbbing, his moans becoming more animalistic, and I knew he was about to cum. He pulled out and exploded in ecstasy, cum dripping off my ass cheek. 

We sat for a minute before pulling ourselves together.

It was getting late, and I had to get home. He drove me home, and we both felt like Jell-O. He pulled up to my house and kissed me hard on the mouth. I slid my hands across his sexy torso and down to his lap one last time. His cock was starting to swell again, and if I could have, I would have coaxed one more load of sweet, hot, sticky cum out of him. Instead I hugged him hard and went home.

I knew I could never get enough of that.



Kissing Cousins



Scott's cousin, Josephine, informed us that her son John had received a scholarship at ASU and asked us if we could temporarily house him for a few months until he could get into a dorm in Tempe. Scott told her yes, since our adult children were out of the house and we had two spare bedrooms. John arrived about a week after we made our plans for him, and he proved to be a very helpful young 19 year old. He kept his room sparkling clean and volunteered to do all our yard work in exchange for his room and board. In between his ball practice at school and all the work he did around the house, he always found a little bit of time to check me out.

I noticed John was going out of his way to open the car door for me, which put him in position to see anything that could be exposed as I got in or out of the car, since I rarely wear panties. He would also sit in chairs that afforded him the best angle to look up my skirt when I sat on our couch. Since he was an attractive young man, I wasn't always careful about not exposing my charms. John said his mom was more of a prude, and I explained to him that Scott and I were nudists, so not to be alarmed. Scott noticed John had an unobstructed view of my bare crotch one night when he returned from the bathroom, but he said nothing at the moment. It wasn't until later, when we were making love, that he asked me if I'd been screwing John. I told him I hadn't, but that it sure seemed like John would like it if I would. 

Scott hugged me tight as he thrust gently into my wet and willing pussy and said, "I've got a feeling I'll be sharing this hot pussy with him very soon!"

Knowing that my husband was okay with me having a summer fling with John, I started to expose more and more of my legs, pussy, and my inviting cleavage. My teasing was more intense when I was alone with our houseguest. The following day, Scott left early in the morning to go to work, as usual, so I lounged around in bed until I heard John mowing the backyard directly outside the bedroom. I slipped out of bed totally naked and moved to where I could peek through the arcadia door blinds and watch him. When I saw him coming toward the house, his eyes cast up toward the arcadia door. I walked slowly past the door and pulled the cord to close the blinds, making sure he got a good look at my nakedness. Peeking out again, I saw John had stopped mowing and was looking at the now-covered glass door.

I took a shower, making sure to wash my pussy and clean it of all traces of the sex I'd had with Scott the night before and earlier that morning. I put on my shortest jean cutoffs with a button-up top. I left my shirt unbuttoned to just above the swell of my huge breasts and tied the tails below the two closed buttons, exposing my midriff. Sitting in front of a full-length mirror, I could see my swollen labia exposed on each side of the narrow crotch of my cutoffs. Looking closer, I decided that if I didn't get his attention in my outfit, then John must certainly be gay.

I fixed breakfast and ate, but kept the skillet warm until John finished mowing, calling him in for pancakes, eggs and bacon. I sat on a stool at the kitchen island drinking a cup of coffee, putting myself in a perfect position to flash John, who was seated at the adjacent table, without being obvious. When he finished eating, I put his plate in the sink and poured him another glass of juice before taking my seat at the island again. This time, I pulled my legs up so my feet rested on the top rung, just below the seat, knowing this would give John an even more intimate view of my pussy. When I saw him trying to adjust his cock, I turned to look out the window at our pool, not wanting him to be embarrassed by my seeing him do it.

I sat and talked to him for another 15 minutes, then told him I needed his assistance while I washed the window over the front door. I asked him to get a stepladder from the garage while I got the window cleaner and some towels. I stopped him when he started to go up the ladder, saying I just wanted him to hold it steady while I cleaned the window. I told him I'd fallen once when the ladder slipped and didn't want that to happen again. I carefully climbed the ladder and began to clean the window better than it had ever been cleaned before, knowing my ass was just a foot above John's face. I stood with my feet as far apart as the step would allow, giving him a bird's-eye view of my bare labia for about six or seven minutes. I managed to slip my toe off the step as I started down, and John quickly grasped both my hips to prevent me from falling. I let him steady me longer than necessary, pretending to be scared then continued down the ladder with his hands still on my hips.

Once on the floor, I turned quickly and put my arms around his neck, kissing him for saving me from falling, while making sure he felt my braless breasts pressed firmly against his chest. 

I looked up at him and licked my lips before saying, "You have the sweetest tasting lips," and kissed him again. 

This time his arms went around me and he returned my kiss. Then his hands slipped down to cup the cheeks of my ass, pulling me snugly against the erection that extended up to the waistband of his shorts. Suddenly, he broke our embrace. He was panicking, and he worried that he was doing something wrong. 

"You're a married woman!" he cried. "I can't believe I just did that. I'm so sorry! You're my cousin's wife!"

I held onto John's hand and told him he had nothing to be sorry about. "I started it!" I reminded him. "I haven't been able to keep from wondering how it would feel to be in the arms of such a young, handsome man again. "I loved feeling your hardness against me!" I continued. "I'd really like to feel it inside me, too." 

I reached out to rub his straining erection. I knew he couldn't deny his attraction to me any longer. When I took his hand again and turned to lead him to my bedroom, he followed without hesitating. In the bedroom we kissed again, and by the time our lips parted, he was shaking like a leaf. I couldn't tell if he was nervous or excited, and I told him, "Don't do anything you don't want to. You can go, if you want."

John pointed to my nude portrait in the bedroom and asked questions about other people seeing it. I explained to him that Scott and I had an open-marriage and that many men had seen it, in fact, it was published years ago in a men's magazine. He shook his head, indicating that he was amazed, so I reached out and started to pull off his shirt, waiting to see how he'd react. When he stretched his arms up over his head so I could remove his shirt, I knew we were going to go through with it. I untied my blouse, baring my 36DD breasts to his hungry young eyes, which nearly bugged right out of his head. While he was in a state of shock, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him closer. I undid his shorts and pushed them and his underwear to the floor. He was nicely endowed, with a good seven inches of meat that was throbbing and in need of release.

I opened my mouth wide, taking about three inches of his cock into my mouth and causing him to explode as my tongue twirled around his head. I had to swallow several times to take his load, and each time I got a mouthful of his young sweet cum. I moved to lie across the bed and asked John if he'd help me take off my cutoffs. His cock surged back to full erection as he unsnapped and unzipped my fly to tug off the cutoffs, leaving me exposed to his eyes. John stared at my shaved pussy and stated that he had never seen one before. Having lost my modesty many years ago, I just kept my knees up and spread them wide, exposing my flowering pink blossom to his eager eyes. He stared intently at my pussy as I began contracting and releasing my inner muscles so my vagina flexed rhythmically. 

He let out a low groan and managed to ask if he could touch me "there." I said yes and guided his hand to my wet, slippery slit. He slipped a long finger into my vagina and curled it up toward my G-spot, but he withdrew his digit and began thrusting it in and out without touching that hot spot inside my pussy. His finger moved in and out for a few moments, but pretty quickly it was obvious that he wanted to finally fuck me. He seemed hesitant to mount me, though. When I encouraged him to get to it, he said he couldn't. 

"I don't have any condoms!" he told me. 

As soon as I told him that condoms weren't necessary, he immediately assumed the position and aimed his cock at my swollen labia. He clumsily probed for my entrance, and I reached out to help guide him inside. As soon as he found his way in, he easily sank in to the hilt. In spite of my having just sucked him off, he lasted only a dozen or so strokes before he filled my pussy with a gush of his young semen. He collapsed on top of me, having momentarily exhausted his strength, and I began to wonder if I'd misread him. I'd been almost certain that he'd been with girls his own age, but now I wondered if he'd been a virgin; he didn't seem to have the ability to control himself. I didn't have long to think about it, though, because it seemed that even though he'd cum again, he hadn't gone soft, and in a matter of minutes, he was thrusting into me again. 

He reached under me, cupping both my ass cheeks, and pulled me up to meet his thrusts as he relentlessly pounded my pussy. We went at it for 15 or 20 minutes before we exploded in a simultaneous orgasm that left us both pleasantly satisfied. Being in the prime of his life, John was ready and eager to go again in less than 20 minutes, and being horny as a cougar myself, I scrambled up on my hands and knees. His long, thick cock slipped easily into my cream-filled vagina, making me moan softly whenever his low-hanging testicles slapped my ass. This position was perfect to stimulate my G-spot, and he quickly sent me spiraling off in orgasm multiple times for the next half-hour. I slumped to the bed when my orgasm subsided, taking John with me. He continued to hump me though, thrusting until he tensed and shot one more load inside me. Then he rolled off me and lay beside me.

After resting for a bit, he told me that sex had never been so good with any of the other girls he'd been with. He said they'd never let him do it twice in one night, and they weren't very good when they went down on him either. I asked him how many girls he'd been with, and he told me three. "I used condoms with all of them," he said. "But being inside you without a condom was 100 times better."

We lay in bed chatting for half an hour before I saw he'd developed another erection and I told him we should put it where it do both of us the most good. He mounted me once more, slipping effortlessly into my semen-filled pussy. 

"I can't believe how good it feels!" he exclaimed as he slid balls-deep into me. "And Scott allows you to do this regularly with other guys?"

"Uh huh!"

Let me just say that it's a damn good thing my pussy was seasoned from years of fucking, because John outdid himself that day. He had his cock buried in me all day long, and he seemed to have an endless supply of semen, which he continued to pump into my quivering pussy. I'm not sure how many times he came inside me that day, but the last time was only 15 minutes before Scott got home. The next few months were one of sensuous sex, with John and I fucking almost every day and Scott and I fucking every night. It was one of the best years of my life!

Donna



Kissing Cousins



When Tim was fresh out of high school, he moved to Chicago to go to work. He had a first cousin who lived there, named Michelle. He hadn't seen Michelle since they were younger, and when she picked him up at the airport, he gasped. She was very tall and slim, almost 6 ft tall, and had very large breasts. Her legs were long and shapely, and she looked incredible in the short skirt she was wearing. "Oh, Tim, how are you?" she said. Michelle threw her arms around her cousin and she held him tightly. Her large firm breasts pressed against him, and he could feel her erect nipples thrusting against her sweater. Tim's cock began to stir, and he knew this was bad, and he tried not to think about his voluptuous cousin as she tightly held him.

Needless to say he couldn't think of anything else, and his cock now fully erect and throbbing, pressed against his cousin's soft belly. Michelle thrust against him, and smiled brightly. "Wow, when Aunt Martha said you were coming to Chicago, I had to let you stay with me" she said. "we can catch up on old times" She added. Tim pulled away from her, his hard cock obviously pressing against the crotch of his jeans. Michelle grabbed one of his suitcases and led him to her car. "Are you hungry?" she asked. 

"Yeah, pretty much so" Tim replied. She drove through Taco Bell, and they picked up some dinner, and she quickly drove to her large apartment. Tim was impressed as he looked around the large beautiful apartment. 

"Wow, this is nice" he said. 

"Oh thanks, I like it" Michelle added.

They carried Tim's bags to the extra bedroom, and she helped him put his belongings away. "Want a drink?" Michelle asked. 

"Oh that would be cool" Tim said. Michelle left the room and Tim could hear her placing ice cubes in the glasses. He headed towards the living room and they sat on the sofa, and began drinking their rum and cokes.

The 2 laughed and caught up on old times, and Michelle openly flirted with him. "Mmm, excuse me for a moment" Michelle said, and she left the room. Tim sat there sipping his drink, and thinking about how much his little cousin had evolved into a Goddess. Tim gasped as Michelle entered the room. She wore a thin transparent blue teddy, with dark blue fishnet stockings, and high heeled shoes.

"Damn you look so hot" Tim said, ogling her beautiful body. His eyes stared at the firm large nipples as they pressed against the flimsy material. Michelle cupped both of her breasts in her hands, and began to squeeze her nipples. Tim's cock thrust against his pants. Michelle had a very nice neat trimmed bush, and he could see her glistening pink pussy lips as she stood there spraddle legged. Tim watched as his cousin slowly, seductively inched her way closer to him. She now stood directly in front of him, and she grabbed his hair, and pulled his face into her pussy. Tim could smell her womanly fragrance as he inhaled deeply. 

"Mmm, you smell so good" he moaned. His tongue slid against her swollen clit, and she moaned softly as he began to suck it.

"oh god, big cousin" she moaned. Tim ran his tongue up the length of her wet pussy slit. Michelle thrust against her cousin's face, rubbing her pussy against his mouth. She softly moaned and ground her pussy against him as her orgasm approached. 

"mmm, God, you are making me cum!!" she groaned. She began to shake and quiver, and her pussy sucked hungrily at Tim's probing tongue. 

"Oh God, yes" she yelled. Tim felt her sweet pussy juices as they flowed into his mouth. He made loud slurping noises as he sucked the hot tasty juices into his mouth. She continued to convulse and shake as she climaxed. She grunted and moaned, and her clit was now very huge. Tim rolled the large pink wet clit between his fingers, and she moaned loudly. "Oh fuck" she yelled as she came again.

She quickly pushed Tim back onto the couch, and began to undress him. Tim gasped as she began sucking his nipples. Her mouth and tongue were so hot and wet. She made his cock tingle. Her soft hand slid downward, and she blindly reached for his erect cock. She gripped the large shaft in her small hand, and began to slowly stroke him. Tim grunted and thrust against her hand. Michelle pressed her lips over Tim's mouth, and began thrusting her tongue inside of his mouth. Tim passionately sucked her tongue as they french kissed wildly. She felt the precum as it oozed from the swollen tip of his large cock, and she quickly lowered her head between his legs. Tim watched as his cousin took his large cock head between her lips.

"Mmm yes" Tim moaned as his cousin began taking more and more of his long thick cock into her mouth. Michelle now held his cock head deeply in her throat. Tim moaned as she slid her tongue up and down the huge vein at the bottom of his shaft. She lightly cupped his balls, and began moving her mouth up and down his shaft quickly. Tim moaned and thrust against her wet talented mouth. She could feel his cock thicken and pulsate, and his breathing became quite erratic. Michelle gasped as the first jet of thick hot cum shot into her mouth. Her eyes looked upward and Tim looked at the deep lust, and moaned loudly. His cum squirted wildly into her mouth, and she hungrily swallowed every sticky drop. "Oh God, you are so good" Tim moaned. 

Michelle let his cock fall from her mouth, and she smiled. "Mmm, and you taste incredible" she softly moaned. She held his thick stiff cock in her hand and continued to stroke him. "God I want to feel your big hard cock inside of me" she moaned. Michelle straddled him, and began lowering her wet dripping pussy onto the throbbing head of his hard cock. Both moaned loudly as she began to take his cock deeper into her hot wet pussy. "Oh fuck yes" Michelle moaned. Tim thrust upward shoving his cock all the way inside of her. Michelle grunted and slammed downward against Tim's large stiff cock. "Oh yes fuck me baby" she moaned as she rode him wildly. Tim reached up and took her large breasts into his hands. He firmly squeezed the erect nipples, and she moaned loudly. Tim continued thrusting his cock upward into her making her grunt. 

"Oh fuck yeah, I am cumming" she yelled. Tim could feel her pussy tighten around his cock. "oh yes God" he moaned.

Tim grunted loudly and his cum splashed against the inside of her tight wet pussy. Michelle moaned and her young body shook wildly as she climaxed. She pressed her lips against Tim's and they passionately french kissed. Tim continued to hold her beautiful large breasts in his hands, squeezing her pretty pink nipples. Tim thrust repeatedly into her pussy, emptying his remaining cum into her.

Michelle slid off his shrinking cock, and lay next to him. "Mmm, yes, this is why I want you here" she softly purred. "I forgot just how good you were" she moaned. 

"Oh yes, and you are so beautiful" Tim said to her. They held each other tightly, and exchanged tongues once more as they passionately kissed. Tim found a job the next day, but he and Michelle still live together, and are definitely Kissing Cousins all the way.



Kissing Cousins



PROLOGUE   

This is the story of how a young man was aided in learning proficiency in some of the most pleasant activities in life.

 Since I, Paul Adams, am the principal character in this story, I probably should explain why I was as sexually unsophisticated as I was.

 My parents, both well to do professionals, married rather late in life and I was an ‘Only Child'. This resulted in my leading a very sheltered life with very proper private tutors. No friends not selected by my parents, no unauthorized reading material, nor any other of the normal sources of juvenile 'Carnal Knowledge'.

I had been given the ‘Biologically Correct', Facts Only, instruction on sexual reproduction, accepted sexual practices, venereal diseases, and very little etc.. This resulted in some inhibitions and shyness (almost fear) in the presence of females anywhere near my own age.

 Shortly after my birthday, both of my parents were killed in an automobile accident while returning from a convention. Pending probate of the estate, I went to live with my Father's younger sister, who had been appointed the executer of my parents' estate, as well as my guardian, until my twenty-first birthday.

Aunt Grace has two daughters, Ann, a very athletic redhead, and Edy, a year younger, with a honey-tan complexion and blond hair. Edy's birthday, half way between mine and Ann's, was only a month after I arrived. She often joked that I was an advance birthday present 

Life in this house is very easy going and not at all strict, the only enforced rule being that one must keep their room neat and clean. You also had your share of housework to do. Since I was used to a more formal lifestyle (without the housework), I felt rather uncomfortable for some time.

The first several months I was quite withdrawn. And to be honest, almost scared, around the two very lively girls with their almost constant innuendoes about the boys they knew and dated. I very slowly integrated into the routine of the family, and after about eight months, finally attained full integration.

This is the story of that rather sudden integration.

      DAY ONE

 I had picked up a bad cold, and after a third night of restless coughing, Aunt Grace came into my room and made a quick check for fever (I didn't have any). She then called for Edy to bring in some decongestant chest rub that she prescribed indiscriminantly for all cold symptoms. When Edy arrived at my door, I was quite surprised, almost shocked, to see that she was wearing nothing but a very thin nightshirt. I was even more shocked when Grace told Edy to rub the salve over my chest and back since she was late for an appointment.

 Normally I slept nude, but had been wearing an undershirt the last few nights. Being able to see Edy's nipples and Pubic hair through her almost transparent nightshirt, I had a full erection making a small tent in the covers, even before Aunt Grace left the room. As they both seemed to ignore it, I did begin to relax some, but not too much. Edy quickly pulled my udershirt off over my head and pushing me flat on my back, began spreading the ointment. Since she could not easily reach all of me while standing on the floor, she climbed on the bed and straddled my hips, with what had been a subsiding erection pressing through the covers into her crotch. 

As she continued to rub the salve over my chest she calmly asked "Have you ever been in bed with a girl? I've watched Ann with her boyfriend a couple of times, and she seemed to like it a lot. Would you like me to get in with you?"

 When I stammered out my embarrassed "No . . . Yes" Edy quickly stripped off her negligee and squirmed under the covers.

Before I could even get an arm around her shoulders, she had a firm grip on my cock. "This is almost as big as Joe's (one of Ann's boyfriends); I hope it doesn't hurt too much going in cause it is going into me right now!" Without any more warning Edy rolled over me and, guiding the head of my cock into her vagina, slowly sat up to force it into her. As she engulfed the full length of my rigid cock she moaned, "Good-good-I-like." Then when she was fully seated and my balls were pressing against her ass she began a slow squirming motion that acted to move her clit back and forth over the base of my cock; it also moved my cock in her vagina. Soon we were both gyrating our hips wildly as Edy kept moaning; "so big . . . deeper." After about thirty seconds my balls began to tighten and my cock started feeling as if it were expanding even larger. Then, as it became almost painful, my cock began throbbing and a gob of cum shot into Eddy, the first shot followed by several more of smaller volume. When Edy felt the cum jet from the end of my cock against her cervix, she too reached climax and I could feel the contractions of her vagina trying to suck my cock even deeper into her as she moaned, "IN. IN. DEEPER. More." Edy continued to rock her hips over my rapidly softening cock for several seconds before falling forward over my chest. "That was the best climax I've ever had. Not even Ann's vibrator ever got me off like that. How soon can you fuck me again?" Along with her question, my shrinking cock slipped from Edy's vulva, releasing my load of seamen to dribble from her vagina over my balls.

"As soon as we get all this sticky goo washed off of us, and you get me hard again."

"Well, lets start washing." She purred, rolling off me with my cum still seeping down her leg.

As soon as the basin water was warm, I rinsed off Edy's legs and very gently wiped the last dribbles of cum from her vulva; she then rinsed off my balls, belly and cock which although quite limp was still enlarged to almost it's full length. She also washed off the small amount of chest rub cream she had put on me before practically raping me.

"This is still large enough to feel good but I'll have to get some starch back in it. What do you suggest?" she asked while leading me back to the bed with the soft leash she wouldn't let go of.

"Well, you could try putting on a splint, or maybe blowing it up like a balloon?" 

"I think a splint might hurt going in me. Let's try the balloon method. Ann says that's what she does when Joe has trouble getting back up. Of course he helps by doing the same to her. They call it a 69."

"I've read of oral sex, both singular and simultaneous. OK lets try it." By this time we were back on the bed, and suiting actions to words Edy turned around and straddled my head as she began to lick at the head of my cock. I pulled the pillow under my head and began to investigate Edy's vulvar region with my tongue. Since I had never actually performed orally, or to be truthful, any other sex acts before, there were a few minor problems. She was giving me instructions on which parts of her cuntal area were most receptive to my lapping. I had to caution Edy about keeping her teeth away from the head of my cock.

I knew that she had watched Ann and Joe, and I had read all the 'medically correct' sex manuals that my parents had given me, but in actual practice I was still a virgin at giving oral sex. Edy had previously taken care of my other virginity that morning.

As we were both fast learners, very little time passed before Edy was face fucking herself with my cock while I, having located and identified it, was alternately licking and sucking at her clitoris. 

Since the female genitals 'recycle' faster than the male, Edy had actually climaxed once and was building toward another before my cock had fully re-hardened. By the time I was approaching my climax, Edy's third was also immanent.

"I'm going to cum soon. Edy," I moaned into her cunt.

"Do it. I want it. I'm coming too!" she moaned back and the extra vibration of her voice tipped me over the edge to shoot my second load of sperm into her mouth. My cum squirting over her tongue triggered her climax and both of us almost passed out from the intensity.

After the climax subsided, Edy still continued sucking at the head of my cock between comments like "That tastes good.", Or "It's going limp again. Needs more starch." I, too, continued lapping at her clit and its surroundings.

We soon stopped the post climax teasing of each others organs, and Edy turned around to cuddle up, mumbling into my shoulder, "Don't have to wash off this time. We swallowed it all." 

Then, as I kissed her forehead she fell asleep. I too dosed off quickly. It could not have been long before I was awakened by a very gentle kiss on my closed eyes. Thinking that it was Edy, I didn't open my eyes but jokingly complained, "Not again. I won't get it up for at least another hour."

To my surprise it was not Edy, but Ann, who calmly answered, "If you want any lunch, you better get out of bed. It's almost noon and Edy is setting the table now." 

My eyes opened to a most beautiful sight; Ann, with her bright red hair falling over her bare shoulders wearing only a bra and panties. At this sight of suggestive future activities, my cock began to swell and stiffen.

"After lunch." She almost commanded as she watched it growing. "Come on and eat. You are going to need all your strength this afternoon." Then as she rose and walked to the bedroom door she added, "Edy and I have been planning what we are going to do to you as soon as you've eaten and the dishes are washed." 

All through lunch I kept looking at the two beautiful bodies sitting across the table from me. One I had already fucked and gone '69' with. The other I knew had already planned the sexual activities we were to perform this afternoon. Both commented on my erection, which refused to subside even as we washed up the lunch dishes. When we finished the cleanup, Ann asked us to come into her bedroom, "My bed is wider than the twin size in your rooms, and we are going to need all the room we can get."  As Ann removed her panties, the bra having come off as we were walking to her room, she told me "lie down on the bed and I'll show you what I want you to do to me." Then as she knelt next to me, "Edy can watch. Again." She began kissing me on the lips slowly dragging her tongue over my chin, neck, and chest till she reached one of my nipples. She licked all around and over my nipple for several seconds then dragged her tongue over my chest to the other nipple and repeated the process several times.

I had known that a woman's nipples were sexually sensitive, but was surprised at the way my whole genital area tightened as Ann licked and gently sucked mine. As she continued working at my nipples, she also began a very light caressing of my side and belly with her hand. The caresses started at my breast area and slowly moved lower till she was final caressing my balls, having bypassed my cock.

As soon as her hand reached my balls, she began moving her head lower on my body licking and kissing all the way. Ann never gripped my cock or even fondled the shaft, tho she did caress all the rest of my crotch area and balls. Her licking paused at my navel, and my cock and balls really tightened up when she began to tongue fuck it. 

By this time, the leakage of preseminal fluid from my cock had formed a small puddle on my belly just below my navel and, as she continued to tongue fuck my navel, she pinched some of it off my belly and spread it gently over the head of my cock. This contact with my cock nearly set off my climax, and from the jerk it gave, Ann knew I was on the edge of coming. "Pretend this is my clit!" Ann instructed as she placed her lips over just the head of my cock and without sucking began swirling it around her mouth with her tongue. 

The second time around, I felt that almost painful pre ejaculation tension in my balls and moaned; "I'm coming, Ann! Don't stop!"

Just as my cock began to throb for ejaculation, Ann began gentle suction and took as much of it into her mouth as she could. Since this was my third ejaculation of the day, the volume was not great, and ended quickly. Ann did not stop sucking when I quit coming, but continued to suck and lick the head of my cock till it was as limp as it could be, shrunken and very soft.

"That is the way a woman likes it." Ann commented as she sat up beside me. " NO grabbing; no gripping; no hard suction. Just soft gentle stimulation all over. Edy can use my vibrator again while you do me the way I just did you." 

As Ann lay out on the bed beside me, I looked over toward the dresser where Edy was indeed using a foot long vibrator at her crotch.

"I hope the batteries don't go dead like they did last time." Edy replied as I began to kiss Ann. The residual flavor of my cum on Ann's lips and tongue was much stronger than it had been in Edy's cunt when we went '69' that morning, probably because Ann hadn't rinsed her mouth as Edy had her cunt. We kissed and tongue dueled for about a minute before Ann began to press my head toward lower targets.

I made a detour to Ann's ear lobes on the way between chin and cleavage. "That's good too." Ann moaned as I very gently sucked at one lobe, then licked over her throat to the other. I was at the same time softly brushing her nipples with the palm of my hand. I kept my hand caressing Ann's body about a foot ahead of my tongue and playfully tickled at her navel while gently nursing at each nipple for ten to fifteen seconds each before switching. Ann enjoyed my nursing and caresses for almost five minuets before again urging my head lower. She let me tongue fuck her navel, and caress her mons, only a few seconds before pushing my head to her crotch moaning; "Eat it! Suck my clit! Now! I'm ready!" My tongue had barely worked between Ann's labia and begun to lap at her clit when her whole body began to shudder with her climax. "Suck me! Don't tease it! SUCK ME! HARD!" then with a shudder and some squealing, Ann came hard enough that her muscle contractions even caused her to squirt about a teaspoonful of piss in my face. 

We both lay quietly on the bed for several seconds, listening to Edy as she squealed through her climax on Ann's vibrator. I then went into the bathroom to rinse my face and empty my bladder. I could hear Ann and Edy talking as I dried off, but could not understand what was being said over the sound of the tank refilling. Both Ann and Edy walked into the bathroom just as I was leaving.

"Go on back to my bed." Ann instructed. 

"Think sexy thoughts." Edy added.

I complied with both directives while listening to feminine giggles and other talk that was not loud enough to understand. By the time both girls returned to the bedroom my cock was almost fully erect and oozing lubricant.

"I get fucked and Edy gets sucked this time." Ann informed me as she and Edy climbed onto the bed together.  "Hold his cock straight up so I can sit on it." Ann told Edy. 

"Can I use my tongue to spread around some of that lubricant leaking out of it first?" 

"Ok, but just spread it around. Don't start eating him."

Edy quickly gripped my cock, and per instruction, just licked around the head spreading my lubricant and her saliva evenly over the full crown. Ann watched the action as she straddled my knees. "That's enough Edy. Hold it up for me."   Edy reluctantly sat up and held my cock still as Ann moved over it and very slowly impaled herself, moving her hips in a slow rotary motion. Edy maintained her grip till Ann's crotch began pressing her hand into my balls.

"Now me!" Edy purred as she quickly straddled my face. Ann continued moving her hips in that slow rotating motion as Edy used both hands to spread her labia so I would have no difficulty finding her clit with my tongue. Since both girls were doing most of the work except for keeping my tongue stuck up in Edy, I relaxed and enjoyed the very pleasant sensations at both ends.

Since I had already climaxed three times, and most of my attention was on keeping Edy's pubic bone from breaking my nose, both girls climaxed several times before I was even beginning to feel like I might. In fact, there were several moments when I wondered if I might even lose my erection. After almost ten minuets my balls began tightening up and the mussels at the base of my cock began that cramping that precedes ejaculation. I mumbled into Edy's cunt that I was going to cum. I don't think either girl heard me. And I don't think Ann even felt the jerking of my cock as it dribbled out the very small amount of sperm that lubricated her massive climax. Edy also passed out following the last of several almost continuous orgasms. I wasn't in any better shape and also lost consciousness.

I don't know how long we slept in the tangle of arms and legs that we were in when we passed out, but I heard Grace talking to someone when I woke up. I carefully extricated myself from the tangle, trying not to wake either Ann or Edy, and moved to the top of the stairs to hear better, and to find out if she was on the phone or if someone was actually there. 

She was on the phone; "-and bring the 'DEPO' kit. --- Yes it's for Edy; she finally made it with Paul. --- When I got home all three were in Ann's bed and it looked like they had really enjoyed each other. --- No, they're still asleep. - -- Ok, about eight thirty. See you."  As I turned back toward the bathroom to wash up, I almost bumped into Edy "Mom and I set you up this morning. Things have been a bit cramped with you not really being part of the action around here." Then taking my hand, she led me to the bathroom purring, "The family that showers together really lives."  We were just finishing our showers when Ann slipped into the stall and asked; "Which of you wants to scrub me?" Without answering I turned the water back on and Edy reached for the soap and wash rag.   Ann got scrubbed and rinsed very thoroughly with all the loving caresses that Edy and I had given her, and each other, while we had our shower. Ann had also brought a douche-bag into the shower with her, and after rinsing out what little of my cum was still in her, helped Edy do the same. "Edy, has Mom given you any birth control pills or will we need to get a ‘morning after' from Jim?"

"No pills. Mom said that she'd give me the M.A. if Paul and I made it this morning, and get Jim to give me a DEPO shot."

"OK. We don't want any abortions."

"Who is this JIM?" I stupidly asked, not wanting to be left out of the conversation.

"Mom's best boyfriend. He was a medic in the Air Force, and now is a co-pilot on one of the international airlines. Since he gets overseas about once a month he's able to keep us in medications not readily available over the counter. He gives the DEPO shots to both Mom and me, and gave Mom a small supply of RU486 for Edy if she ever found a boy she wanted to let fuck her."

"Most of the boys at school are too eager and from what other girls say about them . . . well, I don't want that kind of pawing over." Then giving me a quick kiss as she headed to her room to dress, "You didn't paw a bit. You were just what I needed."

"You follow instruction really well too." Ann added as she too went to dress. "Better get some pants and a shirt on. Meals are formal when Mom is home."

I followed instructions, and even put on under pants and shoes. 

Grace had supper started when we finally got down stairs. "Get the table set for six. I called Jim and he and Joe will be here for supper. Edy - you know where I keep the ‘Pills'?" 

"Yes. Should I take it before or after supper?"

"Take it now. After supper Jim will give you the DEPO shot so you won't need pills that can be forgotten."

The last statement was immediately followed by the door bell. "I'll get it." I called as I was just getting off the stairs. When I opened the door Joe, Ann's main boy friend, was talking to a man who appeared to be in his early forties and was carrying what looked like a doctor's bag. The man was a stranger to me but Joe seemed to know him.




Kissing Cousins



"Hi Paul. This is Jim Reeves - Grace's boy friend." Then as they both walked into the front room Jim handed me the bag. "Guess you're the reason for this. I wondered when Edy was going to quit watching and join in." Then walking toward the kitchen, "Hey Grace - do I shoot Edy before or after supper."

"After! She just took an 'RU' and the food is about ready anyway." Then handing him a tray of steaks, "The grill is already hot so start cooking the steaks. Edy has the table just about set and Ann just popped the cork on the wine. Paul - you take Jim's bag to the bedroom."

As Jim put the steaks on the grill, I delivered his bag to the ‘operating room' Joe hugged Grace and then embraced Ann in a very unplatonic ass-grabbing hug. "So Edy finally decided to take a live one instead of using your dildo while watching, did she? And Paul didn't die of embarrassment when you introduced him to a group grope?" Then patting Edy's ass, "Did you have to use force to get him to fuck you?"  "Only to get the head of it past my pulsing labs. He did let me do all the work the first time though."

"I gave him my 'How to please a woman' instruction course after lunch. He was a star pupil. He's going to make a very good lover for Edy. At least he will keep her busy enough that she won't be sneaking around to spy on us."

"Your vibrator batteries will last longer too." Grace commented.

"Hell, I might as well throw the damn thing out. Joe keeps me happy and Paul will probably be all Edy will want. You have that cast of Dad's cock to use when Jim is on a long layover route and don't want to call Andy or Ken. I don't think there will be much use for it."

"Use for what?" I asked, just catching the last sentence of Ann's comments.

"Ann's vibrator." Joe answered, then continued; "Both Ann and Edy seem to think that you will be able to take care of any and all of Edy's sexual desires."

"No way! The only thing that enabled me to finish this afternoon was a lack of masturbation for the last two weeks." Then shaking my head as I walked toward the patio, "I'm Gon'a set up a rationing system."

Joe and Ann both began laughing as Edy, in mock anger instructed, "You better ration it all to me then."  Jim had the six steaks cooking on the grill and Grace was setting out all the salads and other fixings on the table as I walked out onto the patio.

I began helping with the table setup and quietly asked Grace, "Did you really set up this morning's seduction as Edy claims?"  "She has been something of an ‘Odd man out' during all of the times that Ann and I have engaged in what might be called ‘group sex' with one or more of our boyfriends. It really isn't group but just open and unashamed without concealment or possessiveness. Edy wouldn't intrude on any of us when we would get sexually involved, but since we did not hide it, she often watched and masturbated. She always claimed that she didn't want to share, but wanted her own partner. The most involved she ever got was to sit on an unoccupied face whenever the batteries in Ann's vibrator went dead. Or, on very rare occasions, suck an unused cock."

"I never noticed any sexual activities around the house. I didn't even suspect that Ann wasn't a virgin until this afternoon."

"You did inhibit activities around the house. That was one of the reasons I agreed to set you up with Edy this morning. Another was that you seemed to be a bit inhibited around the girls and we all agreed that you needed some shock therapy."

"The way Edy practically raped me was definitely a shock. I was afraid you might come back and catch us, at first. After the second climax I was almost wishing you would."

"Ann called me when she found you both asleep. She let me know Edy had seduced you, and that she was going to see if you would balk at screwing in front of witnesses. I told her that I would invite Jim and his little black bag. Then I told her to call Joe if you went for it."  "Well-- this is certainly not the way Mom and Dad explained how sex was supposed to be. They never expressed any feelings of taboo about it, but did leave the impression that sex should be ‘safe and private.'"

"It should definitely be 'safe' in the sense of guarding against disease and pregnancy. Privacy is relative. I definitely would not advise fucking in public, but I also strongly object to making any Taboos about it. Most of society's problems result from AUTHORITY telling everyone else what they can and cannot do."  Grace had let her voice rise a bit on the last statement and Jim added his two-cents worth, "Grace, I, and her husband, rest his soul, are the product of the early Sixties. All three of us were at the original Woodstock. There was no taboo about showing affection openly and some even screwed openly. John was no prude, but did like at least minimal privacy when he and Grace made it. Like both, wrapped in a blanket."

"OK-- lets table the discussion. Time for family history after we eat. Ann, you and Joe on that side. Edy and Paul this side. Jim--that end." Grace then loaded the steaks on a platter and after starting them around sat at her end of the table. "The subject of sex will not be used at the table while we are eating."

We all diligently applied ourselves to the food and except for an occasional ‘Pass the bread,' the only sounds were of eating. When the food was gone and the table cleared with the dishes loaded into the dishwasher, Grace poured the last of the wine into our glasses and lifted hers."A toast to the ex-virgin. May she always come first . . . and often."

After the toast and some very double entendre comments, we all adjourned to the living-room while Jim went to get his 'Little black bag'. When he returned, he asked Edy "Where do you want the shot?"

"Arm, I guess."

Then as her mother, sister, sister's lover, and I watched Jim gave Edy a fairly large injection. "The swelling will last about a day, then you won't even be able to feel it, " Jim explained as he finished using an alcohol wipe before putting a Band-Aid over the small needle mark that centered the swelling. "It takes about three days for that to fully protect you from pregnancy, so if you do any fucking before then, take another 'RU' on Tuesday." Then, as he finished putting all the stuff back into his bag "Speaking of which, I'm not due for another flight till Monday night so how about it, Grace?"  "No reason not to, now that Paul will be occupied."

"So will Edy." Ann purred as she took Joe's arm and led him toward her bedroom. "We can have the bed all to ourselves. No unwanted distractions. Like someone else panting through an orgasm before I do."  Edy and I were left alone on the patio after Grace and Jim left for the master bedroom. "Ann will probably wear Joe out by midnight and I don't think Jim will leave before breakfast," Edy commented. "Why don't we go on up to your room and go to bed ourselves?"  "Sounds good. I need a good night's sleep after this morning and afternoon." Then as Edy and I closed up the house, "Not that I don't enjoy sex, but can we pass tonight? I'm really bushed."

"No problem. I'll just cuddle up and we can both go to sleep."

We lathered each other caressingly in the shower but did not spend any extra time on genitals as neither wanted to begin any sex play. After drying each other, we lay on my bed and, as she had promised, Edy only cuddled to my back and was soon asleep. I took slightly longer to get to sleep as I mentally reviewed the day's activities. I awakened once during the night when my bladder became over full, and after emptying same, I cuddled up behind Edy who had moved to the warn spot on my side of the bed. I went back to sleep cupping her breast in my hand with a still limp penis resting in the cleavage of her buttocks.

      DAY TWO

I again awakened to the sound of Grace and Jim talking downstairs, their voices accompanied by the odor of frying bacon and toasting bread. I also noticed that my piss-hard was almost entering Edy's vagina and that she was awake.

"Want to push that the rest of the way in or go get breakfast first?"

"I think I better drain my bladder before I give you a piss douche."

"Sounds like a good idea, emptying that is, my bladder is full too." So instead of a quick fuck we started the day with very mundane activities.

After pissing and a quick rinse off at the washbasin we dressed in what I thought would be minimally acceptable attire and went down for breakfast. As Edy preceded me into the kitchen, I was again surprised by the casualness of this household when no 'outsiders' were present. Grace had on a very thin housecoat and slippers; Jim, only undershorts and slippers; Ann had panties and slippers, no bra or halter. 

Eddy and I were almost overdressed with her halter, shorts and shoes; me with undershorts and trousers with my shoes. "Pull up a chair and I'll get you some food," Jim greeted us. "You two were quiet after lights out last night. We didn't hear anything from you. Now Ann did a lot of squealing several times before Joe left. And I'm sure Grace and I must have made a little noise even after that but you two were silent. Don't tell me you just went to sleep?"

"We showered and went to bed, and yes, we just went to sleep. I'm not used to having orgasms five or six times a day and was very tired."  "I wasn't too horny, either. The shot was sore. Still is for that mater"

"Let me take a look at it to make sure there is no infection starting," Jim asks as we got to the table. Jim probed the area of swelling and stretched the skin a bit before standing back up and pronouncing; "Needle marks completely healed with no problems. The soreness should go away later this morning."

"I'm hungry. If today is going to be anything like yesterday, I'm going to need a good breakfast. So is Paul."

"I hope today is not going to be like yesterday. The first few hours I was scared of Grace catching Edy and me. All afternoon I kind of hoped she might."

"Didn't seem to inhibit the way you fucked," Edy commented.

"Or sucked," added Ann.

"There were some distractions, and some incentives."

"Well, if you are going to keep that hard-on you better take off your pants. That seepage is hard to wash out if it dries," Grace instructed. "Besides I haven't had a good look at it yet, just comments from Edy or Ann."  "Yea, let us see what decided Edy to quit being a virgin," Jim chimed in.  I stood up and slowly dropped my pants, then very slowly stripped off the undershorts. I then displayed my not really fully erect cock to everyone, took a bough, sat down, and asked, "Meet with everyone's approval? OK? ... let's eat."  Grace laughingly served a plate with scrambled eggs, crisp fried bacon, and toast to each of us and sat down to her own plate. "We all need nourishment. All of us did more fucking last night than we usually do, especially Paul."  "Joe wasn't disappointed that I'd been fucking all afternoon either. I got him off twice. I'm a bit sore from over exertion myself. How about you Paul?"  "No permanent damage. I've always masturbated at least once a week so I wasn't totally wiped out." Then after several seconds of silence, "OK . . . My balls do ache a bit from overexertion and I will not solicit any sex today."

"Will you refuse it if offered?" Grace asked.

"If it is offered before bedtime tonight? Maybe. Depends on what is offered and by whom."

"Ann has been telling Jim and me how good a lover you are and I thought you might give a demonstration."

"With who?"

"Me. Jim has to get back to the airport by six tonight for flight plan work up and I'm going to be lonesome."

"Well . . . if it is alright with Edy. She does have first refusal, so to speak."

"Only if I can watch," Edy consented gleefully.

"We'll both watch," Ann added. "I bet he will have trouble keeping it up with us all watching."

"What is the bet?" I asked almost in harmony with both Jim and Grace.

"Head I win! : Tail I lose!"

"Hell . . . We could get that without any bet." Jim complained.

Grace and Edy both then laughingly added; "How would we collect Tail with no cocks?"  Edy also comments, "You win both ways." Then coming over and giving me a kiss, "I have confidence in you, give her a good one. I'll get myself off while watching as usual."  "Maybe Ann will need her vibrator."

"I got fingers, haven't I? "    

The discussion died out and after dressing properly we all went about our normal activities for the remainder of the morning. Normal house work and daily chores kept sex off our minds until late afternoon when Jim finally kissed Grace and left for the airport. He and Grace had spent some time in the bedroom shortly after lunch so I really wasn't expecting Grace to again bring up the subject of my screwing her. But right after the supper dishes were in the washer, "Nothing on TV worth watching, so why don't we all shower and adjourn to my room for that ‘Demonstration'?"  "You really want me to screw you?" 

"And lick clit, suck nipples, the whole nine yards. Maybe even sixty-nine yards."

"Did you do this with Joe?"

"First time I caught him screwing Ann. He didn't know that Edy was watching them and I saw Edy peeking into the patio area when I got home from work early. She didn't warn them and Joe almost passed out when I walked in on them and asked Ann if he was any good. He couldn't get it back up for almost ninety minutes and Ann and I were both working at it."  "She has 'CHECKED OUT' all the guys I fuck sooner or later."

"How many?"

"Four so far; you'll make five."   "How many still come around for dates?"

"Joe, of course, and Kenny Thomas still asks for a date once in a while."

"Do you get reciprocal privileges with your mothers boyfriends?"

"Only Jim. Mom doesn't bring any of the others home, and I don't screw any where else." 

Then as Edy hid a smile, "I've only screwed Jim twice, and both Edy and Mom were watching both times." Then as Edy pointed a finger at her; "It was out at the lake cabin both times. And Joe wasn't there either time or I wouldn't have been that hot." And when Edy kept pointing; "OK, Edy. Yes I do occasionally sit on Jim's cock while he eats Mom." 

Grace took over the 'disclosures' then, " The other two men that I occasionally allow to fuck me aren't as good as Jim; besides they think it's a secret. They would both shit if I brought them home to meet the girls."

"Besides, one is married; his wife knows I screw him, but he doesn't know she knows. She found out about it when we were comparing notes one day at work on who we bedded with. They both work at the same place I do, and He doesn't know she fucks around either. She is 'BI' and gets a good laugh over it when we go shopping together. She wants to have me bring him home some day when she is here waiting. She knows the girls, and has met Jim." 

Then at my raised eyebrows, "No, she hasn't screwed Jim, and doesn't know for certain that I have." Beginning to unbutton her blouse; "She probably has strong suspicions, though. Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?" By the time we got there, Grace had removed her blouse and bra and was unzipping her slacks. "Might as well get stripped so we don't mess up any clothes; goes for you too girls. I know your going to masturbate while you watch, so get stripped." By this time she was naked and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Come on Paul, get them off and come on over here."  I quickly finished stripping and sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

The girls were leaning against the wall. "How do you want me to start Grace?"

"Kiss my nipples till your cock is hard and my vagina is lubed, then we can fuck."

"I'll probably come quite quick."

"After yesterday you may be surprised how long you'll last."

"Want me to fondle or finger anywhere while nursing?"

"No, just lick nipple."

"OK." And I began to lick around and over each nipple in turn as Ann had instructed the previous afternoon. I continued this for more than two minutes before Grace asked me to begin sucking at them. She had me sucking on her tits for about a minute more before she began to run her hand through my hair, then to pull my head tighter to her. Soon after this, she slid her hand down to my prick, which by this time was as hard as it was going to get and oozing its clear lubricant. Grace used her fingers to spread the lube over the head and shaft for several seconds then asked, "You ready?"  My enthusiastic "YES" terminated my nursing. Grace quickly lay out on the bed with her legs spread. "Come into Mama, then come in Mama."  "Do my best, Grace." And, pushing my well-lubed cock at her also well-lubed vagina, slid full length into her. "Damn, but your hot, and wet."

"Quit talking and fuck!"

With no further conversation I began a slow full length stroke.

"That's the way . . . Deep as you can. . . . A little faster . . . Harder! ... Don't stop ... Coming! ... Aaahhhghghh." With the last exclamation Grace began humping her hips to meet my thrusts and I could feel the muscles in her vaginal sphincter clamping in spasms around my cock. 

The cramping at my balls finally crested in full orgasm and the sperm began jetting from my cock into her vagina. "I feel it! ... ooohhh! ... That's good Paul. So good." Then as we both began to come down from the emotional and physical highs of orgasm, "The girls weren't kidding. You are good." My prick chose this time to shrink out of her now calm vagina. "Whoops. Lost it." She then rolled me off of her and got out of bed; "It felt like you pumped half a cup of juice into me. I better let most of it drain out before you give me head; I wouldn't want you to drown."

As Grace stood and began wiping off my cum as it drained out of her, Edy came over and began to lick at my limp cock. "The combination is good. Better than your sperm alone."  "Told you it was." Ann put in as she continued to fuck herself with the vibrator. "The combination is much better than either alone."

Edy had, by this time, finished licking the mixture of my sperm and her mothers discharge from my cock, and began to suck the shrunken, limp length into her mouth. Grace returned from the bathroom and, watching Edy and Ann for a few seconds climbed back into bed. "Your turn to do the same to me, and straddled my head."

I followed orders and after a full cunt length lick to find it, began to suck at Grace's clit. Her clit slowly swelled in size till it was big enough to get past my lips. I continued to suck and began to lick at the tip of it. This caused Grace to begin to moan and rock her hips. Edy was still sucking at my soft cock and I could hear Ann moaning. Grace suddenly began spasming and rolled away from me and moaning; "Too much. Too much." 

Grace had not been off my face more than seconds before Ann replaced her.   "ME! NOW!" and I was again sucking a clit and swallowing feminine lubricants. Ann lasted only seconds before she too began to climax, "Suck Me! Suck It Paul!" And with a last shudder collapsed on the opposite side of me from her mother, while Edy continued trying to get my prick to stiffen again. 

"I don't think that worm is going to grow any more until it's had some rest, Edy. I've come more these last two days than I usually do in a normal month of jacking off."

"Well . . . no more jacking off! Any time you feel horny, just let me know. If I have the rag on, Ann or Mom should be able to get you off."

"No anal intercourse?"

"I've never tried to put anything bigger than a finger up my ass, and I know Ann doesn't take it there. Mom might, but I've never heard her or Jim mention it."

"Not sure I'd want to do it that way without a rubber anyway."

"Since we all on DEPO I don't think there are any in the house. I'll ask mom when she wakes up. Sure you can't get this thing hard again?"

"I doubt it Edy. As I said I've popped my nuts more times in the last two days than I usually do in a whole month. Normally I masturbate only once a week. It takes something very erotic before I need to jack off more than that."  "I've been finger fucking myself at least three times a week since I learned how good it feels. Ann gets herself off at least twice a week, and lets Joe fuck her at least once every weekend if she isn't bleeding."




Kissing Cousins



"It will take me a while to build up my strength and balls before I can keep up that kind of schedule."  Grace rejoined the conversation at this point; "You will be surprised at how fast your stamina will build, Paul. As you say - you have climaxed many more times than you would have alone. What you haven't considered is that you weren't alone." Ann, too, was beginning to rejoin our group as Grace continued, "Edy and Ann both went a bit over board masturbating when they found out how good it felt, but both settled down to two or three times a week. Fucking is a bit more exhausting for a man than a woman but you can sustain twice a day for several weeks before your system shuts you off. Once a day with an occasional twice you can maintain for years." She added as she got out of bed, "That limp tool may be psychological right now. All of you go wash up and get a good nights sleep." Then, as an after thought, "In your own beds."

Edy and I used the bath room together, but did not try anything erotic while preparing for sleep. We did kiss goodnight before entering our own bed rooms.

      DAY THREE

I was awakened by Ann about nine thirty. My bladder was complaining and I would not have slept much longer anyway. My full bladder was causing an erection that Ann gave hungry looks as I climbed out of bed. "Edy gets first options on it, Ann." I cautioned, as I headed for the toilet.  

"Hurry up and finish up in there and get dressed for a trip out to the lake. Jim gave Mom the ok to use it all this week."  "What will I have to pack? "

"Mom's got everything already packed, and in the car. All you need to bring is you and the clothes you will be wearing today. She has new tooth brushes, all the assessories, and enough clean clothes to last us the week."

"Ok, I'll finish up in here and be ready in fifteen minutes." When I got to the car Edy and Ann were loading a large cooler into the back where four suitcases already resided. "Anything else that I can bring out? "

"This is it, Paul. " Grace answered as she locked the house door and instructed us to get in the car. "You sit in front, Paul. I don't want any playing around while I'm driving." Then as Edy and Ann both complained as they got in, "You both should remember how that truck driver almost lost it when he saw Ann and Joe going at it last time we came up."  "We weren't doing anything to get him that shook up; just mutual hand jobs."

"That was enough to get us all put in jail if a cop had seen it. I have set the rules ." And with that Grace started the car and pulled out of the drive.

It took almost an hour and a half before we arrived at the lake. Then another twenty minutes on the country road that surrounded it before we reached the private road to the cabin. The cabin was actually a four bedroom, three bath house, with a beach on the lake for a back yard. There were quite a few mature trees between the road and house in front, and pine and elm thicket on both sides, making both the house and beach quite private. As we got out of the car, Grace began directing activities.  "Paul; you carry the bags and cooler in while I turn on the utilities. Ann, you and Edy get the furniture uncovered and start making the beds." She unlocked the door and we all began our assigned tasks. I carried in the cooler first and set it in front of the refrigerator then carried the rest of the bags into the large living/dinning area. As I set the last on the floor, Grace returned from her chores and told me where to take each bag, and which was mine. By the time I had delivered the bagsto their proper rooms, the girls had all the furniture uncovered and the covers folded and put away.

We only used three of the bedrooms as Grace admitted that Edy would probably be sharing mine anyway, Ann said she would need a room when Joe came up Friday, and Jim would be back late Wednesday night. We all unpacked our own bags and stored the clothes in the drawers. By 1:30 every thing was settled and Grace began to prepare lunch from what had been in the cooler. We ate the sandwiches and soup without much in the way of conversation. The paper plates and styro soup bowls went into the patio fire pit along with last night's news. The garbage was dumped into a box at the back of the sink. Ann then conscripted me to help scrounge deadwood from the surrounding thickets to supply more fuel for the nightly bonfire.

"We always have a bonfire after supper to sit around and just enjoy." Ann explained as we filled the wagon with deadwood gleaned from the thickets around the house. "It also makes a good trash disposal for the paper and styro dishes,." she continued.
   "Looks like it also keeps the area around the house cleaned of dead brush and litter."  "That too." Then totally changing the subject, "Think you could satisfy all three of us tonight? Since we won't have our own boyfriends, Edy wouldn't feel comfortable fucking you if Mom and I don't get in on it." She continued, "We always tried to involve her in our activities before you got here tho she voluntarily stayed virgin. She did get a lot of fondling and occasionally got her clit licked or did some cock-sucking herself, but usually just dildoed herself while watching. Now that you have fucked all of us, it wouldn't be fair for you to fuck only one of us when we didn't have our own boy friend to screw."

"You mean that Grace and Jim let you and Edy get sexually involved with them while they were fucking?"  "Sure. Mom never excluded us even before Dad died. The first time I remember seeing Mom and Dad screwing I was only four, I thought they were fighting. When I told them to stop fighting, they did stop, explained that they weren't fighting but playing adult games, then went back at it while I watched. It took me another eight years before I really understood just how good an orgasm feels; that's when Jim showed me how to finger my clit to climax."  "You saying that Jim and your Mother screwed even before your Father died? "

"Why not? Dad was 'BI', so are Mom and Jim. They used to do each other when Mom was menstruating and didn't want to take it up the ass. One of the wildest nights I ever participated in, or even watched, was when Jim brought one of the 'STEWS' home after a trans Atlantic flight; she was as 'BI' as the rest. That was the night Edy learned how good it feels to get clit-licked, and I got my first double ended. The Stew was eating Mom while Dad fucked her doggy. Edy and I were both dildoing ourselves. When Mom finished blowing Jim, she asked me to sit on her face. I had been eaten by both Jim and Dad before but not by Mom. I had my eyes closed coming down from orgasm when Jim rubbed the head of his cock over my lips. I didn't even think about it, I just opened my mouth let it slide in and began swallowing. He came just before Mom's tongue got me off the second time and I damn near passed out. When I got off Mom's face, Edy got on without asking. After Mom got her off, she demanded that she get eaten by the rest of us too. That was one sexy night."  "Did Edy do any clit licking or cock sucking herself that night?"

"She went sixty-nine with the Stewardess who was not much taller than herself; no cocks, tho."   "Is Joe bisexual too? "

"No. He enjoys licking a clit while screwing, or getting blown, but will not suck another man or let one ass fuck or blow him. I don't enjoy getting ass fucked either, tho I've taken cock that way when menstruating once or twice. I don't think Mom does it anymore since Dad died. At least not to my knowledge. He and Jim occasionally sandwiched her, but Dad was always the one in her ass."   "I wouldn't want to put my cock into an asshole without a condom for strictly sanitary reasons. "   "OH, We always use condoms for that, and take an enema first. You could get a bad bladder infection if you didn't wear one. We could get infection too if the bacteria from the intestines got in our vagina." Then as we headed back toward the patio, "You want to try ass fucking tonight? "   "No, I was just curious?"

"I don't think you will have any trouble satisfying any of your sexual curiosities. If Edy won't let you, Mom or me probably will, unless you want something sadistic or masochistic. None of us goes in for S&M or any of the other fetishes." Then as we began unloading the fire wood, "Was Edy the first girl you ever screwed?"   "As a mater of fact, yes." Then sheepishly, "One of the girls in my math class offered last year, but I was too shy to accept."   By this time the wood had been stacked in the fire-pit and the ready bin. Bob looked around and noticed that Edy and Grace were swimming about twenty yards out from the beach. "Shall we get our suits and Join them, Ann?"

"We have our suits on. They're just covered with clothes."

"You swim nude here?"

"Sure --- Our neighbor to the north is a nudest camp, and south of us is a wildlife conservatory. We seldom see anyone from the camp that isn't as naked as we are, and we've never seen anyone from the conservatory side."   "Don't you worry about sunburn on sensitive areas?"

"'Till you get a good overall tan, you should use sunscreen on areas that might burn. I'd suggest that you put a heavy coat on your cock and balls as well as your ass and hips. Joe forgot to coat his cock and balls the first time he was here. He was in pain for two days. I didn't get fucked for three."

"I get the message, Ann. Where do you keep the sunscreen?"

"Over there on the table by the beach chairs. Next to where Mom and Edy piled their clothes."   "Shall we join them?"

"Thought you'd never ask. I'll put the sunscreen on you and you can do me where I've faded since last time."

"Is it waterproof or do we have to replace it every time we get out of the water?"

"It's reasonably waterproof. If you do any wrestling around in the water it will get thin and need replacing, but just swimming or splashing won't take it off."

"Sounds ok -- let's go." We began stripping as we walked toward the table.

Ann liberally coated my back with the sunscreen cream while I coated the front. "Get a good coat on your cock and balls or you will be in pain tomorrow. I'll have both Mom and Edy mad at me if you sunburn that." Then with one last swipe up the cleavage of my ass, "Now do the strap lines on my back while I do my tits and belly."

I rapidly coated Ann's back and sides, including her ass cheeks and as she had done to me, a swipe up the cleavage.

"Well - I'm coated and it looks like you are too, so let's get wet."

"What is the water like - cold, warm, or what?"

"Depends on what you're doing. It gets pretty hot some times, especially at night."   "I meant the temperature, not the activities."   "Oh. Fairly warm, the lake is not too deep and warms up to the low seventies by this time of year."

"How steep is the beach?"

"Doesn't get neck deep 'till you're out almost sixty feet." Then as we began to wade into the almost nonexistent waves, "The shallowness makes for some big waves when we have a storm. The breakers can come almost to the house. They do swamp the fire pit and we have to bail it out, if we want a fire soon after."    "Don't try to do a racing dive! The water is too shallow for the first twenty feet. The bottom is mostly fine gravel and Joee got pretty well scraped up when he tried it first time he was here. The sunburn made him feel it even more."   "I'll be careful, Ann. I certainly don't want to be incapacitated in any way. I imagine that the rest of you would be unhappy if I couldn't perform any of my sexual duties."   "I wouldn't call them duties, maybe obligations. You know - do one do all."

"Let's swim."

We waded out until the water was thigh deep, then began swimming on out to Edy and Grace. As Ann had said, the water was warm and had there been need, I would not have had any problem maintaining an erection. When we stood beside Grace and Edy, the water was shoulder height on Edy but only tit high on Grace and Ann. The water line was below my shoulders and any of the women could have wrapped legs around my hips to screw without worrying about breathing.

Edy did give my cock a couple of friendly strokes and I returned a crotch clutch.   We swam and generally splashed around for almost an hour before Grace called and end to the fun; "Ok . . . Time to finish up the housework. We've still got the solar panels to clean off, and the fuel cells to get on line. Paul . . . You and I on the cells; Eddy and Ann on the panels. HYPE!"

As Grace led me to what I had taken as a boathouse, she explained; "Jim and my husband tried to make this place as self sufficient as they could. You saw the solar water heater and power cells on the roof, but what can't be seen is the rest of what they did here. The sewage and garbage go into an underground digester tank, where it is decomposed to generate enough methane to heat the house, cook our food, heat water if we have too many cloudy days, and this!"  THIS was a bank of electronics and several large cabinets with lots of plumbing. "Your uncle was quite an environmental engineer. He and Jim installed these processors to dispose of the waste from the methane generator, normally we just keep them on standby. We only need to open some valves to start this up, and close them to shut it off. " As she pointed to a bank of valves, she told me which to open while she switched on the invertors to convert the D.C. from the batteries to sixty-cycle A.C.. As soon as instruments showed her that power levels were adequate she switched household circuits from public lines to the internal sources. The complete switch over took a little more than half an hour. "The full household load can be handled by this unit but we always keep some load on the public lines so that we don't get inquisitive officials looking around." 

I asked how the methane generator got started so fast. She answered, "It probably isn't generating much right now, but it never really shuts down. The waste matter is digested by microbes which just go dormant if there isn't anything for them to eat. The excess methane is compressed and stored in pressure tanks; that's what we're running on now."

By the time Grace and I got back to the house Eddy and Ann had washed the leaves and other debris from the solar panels. They were just finishing the final hosing of the patio area as Grace and I came up the path. "WE can do some hotdogs over the fire for supper tonight and load up the freezer and fridge tomorrow morning. Ann - you get the fire started; Edy - get the dogs and all the rest from the fridge; I'll set up the table."   The remainder of the evening was very pleasantly spent in a 'Weeny-roast' and a long, but not too restful, 'fire-watch'. I came only once, in Edy, as she sat on my lap, while Ann and Grace just cuddled on either side of me while I fingered them off.



Kissing Cousins



Hi, my name is Jennifer and this is the story of how I lost my virginity to my cousin. I need to provide you with some background first. When this story takes place, I had just turned 18 and was a senior in high school. My cousin Joseph is the same age as me and we are best friends because we grew up so close to each other. 

On the day in question, I went to Joe's house after finishing my homework. My aunt and uncle were at work and would be for the next couple of hours. I had my own key, so I just let myself in without knocking. When I got in the house, Joe was nowhere to be seen. I started walking towards his room and that is when I heard this weird music playing. It sounded kind of like cheesy jazz music. At the time I had never seen a porno movie, so I had no idea that this was what guys refer to as "porn music". The music was coming from Joe's room and I let myself in without knocking. 

"Jeez Jenny! What the hell are you doing here?" Joe shrieked as I walked into the room. He was lying on his bed with his shirt off and his hand stuck down his pants.

"I just came by to hang out for a bit," I responded innocently. It was then that I turned and saw the porno movie playing on the TV across the room. Some guy was fucking a ditzy blonde all over the kitchen table. I stared at the TV as if in trance. The girl was a typical rail thin model, although she had impossibly large tits. The guy was the real focus of my attention however. He had a huge cock that he was pistoning in and out of the blonde. I had never seen one before and it mesmerized me. How was she not in pain? She sure seemed to be enjoying it, but I thought the sheer size of it would rip her in two.

"I'm sorry Jenn, I was just getting ready to turn it off," apologized my embarrassed cousin.

"No, don't," was my response. I could feel a tingling down in my pussy and my panties were starting to feel damp. I wasn't so innocent that I had never masturbated before and I knew that I would have to do it soon if I continued to watch this video. "You were getting ready to masturbate, weren't you?" 

"No, Jenn, I swear I don't do that," he stuttered, as he turned red with shame.

"It's okay Joe, I've done it a few times," I reassured him.

"You have? I didn't think chicks did that sort of thing."

"It's not something that we go around advertising silly. And if you tell anyone that I do it, I will kill you."

"As always, your secrets are safe with me cuz," he grinned. We both settled in and watched the movie at this point. After awhile I couldn't help but notice that Joe kept shifting his weight uncomfortably on the bed. He must really need to get himself off, I thought. I knew that I had to also. I don't know where I got the courage from, but I decided to take the plunge.

"Joe, we have both admitted to masturbating and I think that we both need to now that we have been watching this movie. "

He didn't need to be told twice. Joe quickly unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. His tightie whities quickly followed his shorts down. His dick was quite small compared to the guys in the video but in hindsight I guess he was an average five to six inches, although not very thick. Whatever the size, he was really hard and the head seemed to be an angry shade of red. He quickly started to stroke himself and he stared at me, totally ignoring the movie.

"C'mon Jenn, this was your idea, get your clothes off."

I slowly started taking off my shorts and panties wondering if I was going to regret this. When I was done I went to get back on the bed, but Joe stopped me.

"Take your shirt off too. I'm dying to see your tits."

After a moment's hesitation, I quickly took off my shirt and bra and got onto the bed. Within seconds, Joe began to cum all over his sheets. After watching him cum, I needed to more than ever. I turned my attention back to the movie hoping that it would stimulate me to the point of no return. I was about to come when all of a sudden, I felt Joe climbing on top of me. Apparently my show had resurrected his cock and he was going to do something about it. I thought about putting up a fight since he is my cousin and I was a virgin at the time, but I realized that I wanted it as much as he did.

He thrust his cock into me with a mighty heave and I winced at the sharp twinge it gave me. Soon though, it started to feel really good and I was moaning like the girls in the video. After only a couple of minutes, Joe grunted that he was about to cum again and he pulled out. I thought he was just going to cum on my stomach, but he had other ideas. He quickly pulled himself up and shoved his cock in my mouth. At first I was disgusted, as I could taste my own pussy juice. However, I changed my mind when his dick spasmed and he blew his load into my mouth. I liked the taste of it, but even more than that, I liked the power I felt over my cousin as he twitched in ecstasy. 

When we where done, there was no time to ponder what had happened. Joe's parents were due home from work at any minute so we had to make ourselves presentable again. We didn't discuss what had happened for a few days afterward but eventually we gave in to temptation. Joe and I had sex on a regular basis for our entire senior year of high school. It was great. I got all of the sex I wanted and I didn't get a bad reputation at school. That would come later when I went away to college. But that is a story for another time.



Kissing Cousins



Sarah sighed as she slipped into the shower after a tiring day. She turned the spray on as hot as she could stand it, and enjoyed the feeling of the water as it cascaded down her naked flesh. She sighed. When she had accepted the offer of a temporary reassignment to her nursing home's "hospice care" department, she had expected it to be a relatively easy job. After-all, taking care of just one patient as opposed to half a dozen seemed like a good trade off. It hadn't taken long to learn otherwise. The 83 year old lady she was caring for was a great-aunt, and it was her grand-daughter (Katie) who had asked for Sarah to take care of her while Katie was out of town for a month. The "sweet" old woman from family get-togethers had proven to be more demanding than all but the worst of her usual patients... She had Sarah as a captive care-taker 24/7, and made use of that fact to keep her running ragged through most of the day. The only real breaks Sarah had were when her great-aunt was asleep, and fortunately she had meds to insure that she slept through most nights.

Sarah looked at her nude form in the mirrored shower door as she took a washcloth and began to clean her body. Her 5' 2" frame was well proportioned, kept slim by the exertions of her job. Her large, 34C breasts were firm over a narrow waist and long (for her height), slim legs. Dark blonde hair reached almost to her shapely hips as she washed it. When her hair was rinsed, she hesitated before carefully shaving away the blonde down that was just beginning to appear between her legs. One of the two men who had taken her virginity for the first time six months earlier had shaved her pussy, and for reasons she still couldn't really put a finger on, she had kept it bare since then.

As usual, the simple act of shaving her mons brought to mind the crazy things that had been happening to her over the last several months. She had lost her virginity on New Years to a pair of men she had never met before... not entirely willingly, at least to begin with. Not long afterwards, she had somehow ended up being fucked nearly every other day by a patient in the home's rehab center for several weeks. That situation had forced her to go on birth control, and she was so disconcerted by her own orgasmic reactions to the whole situation that she had kept right on taking them, even after Steve Bryant had left rehab. The whole craziness had been capped off recently by an encounter with another female nurse in the home's steam room that, to be honest, she tried not to think too much about.

Her religious upbringing had done nothing to prepare her for dealing with the desires that had been awakened in that hotel room on New Years. She'd gone from never even thinking about sex, to a point where now all it took to get her pussy throbbing was shaving her smooth mound, and allowing her memory to take over.

As the water turned tepid and then cold, Sarah realized that she had been fingering the soft folds of her slit. Her clit tingled with the sensation as she rubbed it with her thumb. She shook her head to clear it, and then exited the shower. When she was dry, she put on her pajamas... consisting of an ancient pair of sweatpants cut off at the knees, and an even older white t-shirt with a soft drink logo fading away on the back. The shirt was so thread-bare that as the dampness on her skin soaked in, it became nearly translucent and her nipples – taut from the chill of the air against damp skin – became darkly visible against the thin cloth. 

Sarah made her way into the kitchen where she planned to make herself an evening snack before crashing in front of the TV for a couple of hours to unwind before heading for bed. As she puttered around between the fridge and the cupboards, she failed to notice that she was being watched from the shadows of the hallway that led to the door into the garage.

Jack was Katie's brother. He stood seven inches taller than Sarah, and had scruffy, dark blond hair. He had played football in high school and had decided when he had started driving truck that he wouldn't allow himself to go. To that end, he exercised as much as he could, and had a trim, muscular body. He lived with his sister when he was in town, which was infrequent due to being a busy long-haul trucker who enjoyed being on the road and was rarely between runs. In fact, Katie had expected him to be gone until after she returned from her trip. The job he had been expecting to be on had fallen through at the last minute, however, and since he was close to home, he had decided to take a couple of days off before scouting for a new load. Jack had been surprised by the sight of his cousin for a moment before remembering that the last time he had talked to Katie, she had mentioned to him that Sarah would be here while she was away. 

He had been about to call out to her when her appearance stopped him. In the past, she'd always struck him as a bit on the frumpy side, and her usual jeans and baggy shirts couldn't honestly be said to flatter her figure. He was a bit shocked to discover that with the cut-off sweat shorts and shower dampened, nearly transparent t-shirt, he could see that she not only had a figure, but a damned good one at that. The realization gave him an instant hard-on and rather than alert her to his presence, he stood and watched her move around the kitchen instead. 

His gaze followed her for several minutes, taking in the ample swell of her tits as they filled the thin cloth of her shirt, and enjoying the outline of her large nipples against the damp cotton. His hand lightly massaged the bulge growing in his jeans as he enjoyed the view of his cousin's softly curving body. He shook his head to clear it, then moved quietly back to the door to the garage, opened it silently, and then shut it more loudly. As he did, he called out.

"Sarah, you here? It's Jack. My run fell through, so I'm back for a couple of days."

He heard something in the kitchen clatter as she jumped at the sound of the door and his voice. A moment later, she came around the corner into the hallway. He tried not to stare at her chest, and nearly succeeded.

"Jack? Nossa, you startled me! Katie said you wouldn't be back for another week."

He shrugged, "Like I said, the job fell through at the last minute, so here I am. How's Granny doing?"

"Her usual, ornery self." Sarah replied as she walked back into the kitchen. "Her doctor has her on sleep meds, so she at least sleeps through most nights."

Jack followed, enjoying the sway of her hips as she walked ahead of him. Back in the kitchen, Sarah told him she had been making a snack for herself and asked him if he wanted anything. He shook his head and replied that he'd get himself a beer out of the fridge. As he did that, she moved over to the kitchen's island and resumed filling a bowl of ice cream to go with the already poured glass of soda. As she puttered around with the food, Jack turned to watch her. His mind raced with the possibilities as he admired her slim, curvy figure, and the long blond hair that covered her back. After a moment's thought, he came to a decision.

"Hey Sarah, Could you grab me a beer glass from the cupboard there. They're the tall glasses on the third shelf." He grinned as she opened the cupboard and discovered the glasses he had asked for were almost two feet over her head, and sitting in a position that required her to stretch to reach them. As she tried to get a grip on one, Jack moved up behind her. Before she could react, her cousin slid one hand up inside her t-shirt to cup her bra-less, ample tit, while the other ventured inside her shorts to cup her mound. She jumped at the unexpected invasion, and he whispered loudly in her ear, "On second thought, I think I've found something I'd rather have."

Sarah gasped for breath as the shock of feeling her cousin's hands on her body drove the air from her lungs. She moaned as his fingers probed between her legs and found her cunt still damp from the finger job she had given herself in the shower. She squirmed in his hands as she found the breath to protest. "J... Jack, what... what are you doing? You... we can't. Uhhnnn... uhhnnn... We're c... cousins... you can't..."

Jack was more than a little surprised at her relative lack of resistance. He continued to squeeze the soft flesh of her tits while probing deeper into her wet pussy, amazed to discover that she had become wet almost as soon as his fingers began their work. His voice buzzed against her ear as he replied to her feeble protest, "Haven't you ever heard of `kissing cousins'? I'll bet there's more we can find to do than just kiss."

Sarah's mind reeled as her cousin drove his fingers in and out of her. By now she was so aroused by the attention he was paying to her throbbing cunt and her aching tits that even the token resistance she had managed moments before was rapidly vanishing. She moaned as he finger-fucked her pussy, and as he pressed his body against hers, she could feel the hardness of his cock through the cloth barriers that separated his maleness from her ass. 

Abruptly, his hands left her body, and she whimpered at the sudden shock of their absence. She felt rather than saw him quickly remove his shirt and unfasten his jeans, allowing them to drop to the floor where he shoved them away with his foot after kicking off his sneakers. Then his hands were back on her, raising her t-shirt over her head and tossing it in the general direction his own clothing had gone, and pushing her sweats over her hips to pool around her ankles. His large hands moved to engulf her 34C tits and he lowered his head to suckle her neck as he fondled her.

As he held her trembling body close to his, Sarah could feel the thick hardness of his naked cock as it pressed between her asscheeks. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter as he plunged two fingers back into her steaming snatch and began to roughly finger-fuck her toward her first orgasm.

"Uhhh... Uhhh... Ooohhh! J... Jack, nooo! You... you're making me c... cum! Aaahhh, I'm... I'm cumming! Aaahhh!"

Jack felt her cunt spasm around his fingers as she came, and he shook his head in amazement, "Shit Sarah, you're really getting into this! Miss religion herself and here you are cumming like a slut. I'll bet you're not even a virgin, are you?" Without waiting for an answer, he pushed her legs apart with his feet, exposing her swollen, pink target. 

Sarah felt his body move behind her. She could feel his muscular hips and chest press against her ass and back. Her taut, pink nipples ached as Jack tweaked them with his left hand while positioning himself behind her with his right. She could feel his long shaft press against her swollen pussy lips. The wetness trickling out of her pussy would soon ease his penetration. She gasped for breath and moaned as her cousin prepared to enter her. Sarah felt his fingers search for and find the folds of her slick pussy lips, and as he caressed them, she gasped for breath and pressed against his hand. Finally, he began to push inside her, so slowly he knew she'd feel every inch. "Ungh!" she breathed as the swollen head met the resistance of her tight entrance. His cock was huge! Just the head felt like he was filling her with a fist! She cried out as the massive knob finally forced its way into her, "Ohhh, nossa! It's so big... Aaahhh!"

Jack slowly pulled out and then slid back inside, feeling her pussy clamp tightly around his meat when he did so. Sarah was starting to pant, especially when Jack's big, rough hands moved to fondle her aroused tits from behind. As his hips began a steady rhythm of thrusts into her dripping pussy, she felt her core rising toward a massive orgasm. Sarah felt Jack's cock drive deeper and deeper inside her and she cried out again, squirming, wiggling her hips, and trying to take him all at once. Her movements sent tongues of fire shooting from her loins and through her tummy while her cum eased his entrance into her body

Jack thrust his hips forward and drove his whole cock inside her until his crotch was buried against her ass cheeks. He moaned at the tight heat surrounding him. "Fuck," he breathed in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and began to pound her harder. Sarah bit her lip, trying not to scream out each time he crashed into her. As her orgasm hit its peak Sarah cried out, "Ohhh, aaahhh!" She spasmed, and clutched at the strong arm surrounding her chest, while Jack continued to hammer away behind her. Jack grabbed her by the hair and tilted her face so he could slide his tongue into her mouth.

Sarah gasped around his tongue and winced at the feeling of his thick shaft pushing back past the folds of her throbbing cunt as he drove deeply into her womanhood, pushing past her cervix with each thrust. "Ohhhh, nossa!" she cried out. Over and over, he slid all of his girth into her from behind. Then he began powerful, piston-like fuck motions, savoring the way his cousin's body shook under his assault. He loved the sound of his hips slapping against the skin of her round ass as he pounded her good and hard.

Jack grasped her thighs and wiggled his hips against her, sliding his hands up and down her silky smooth back. Slipping his hands between her arms and chest, his fingers cupped her firm tits as he began humping her even harder. Sarah could feel his giant cock go deeper and deeper into her cunt. Then he pulled part way out only to sharply drive back into her tight sheath. As he continued to fuck her pussy faster and faster, Sarah cried out, "Oh! Oh! Please d... don't stop! Ohhh! Ohhh nossa! Ooohhh! Please... Please... Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! It feels... Yesss Yesss!"

By now, Sarah's cousin was moaning along with her as he enjoyed the feeling of his cock embedded inside her tight, wet pussy. The sensations his maleness was causing deep inside her made her moan in time with his rough thrusts. Her whole body tingled and began to spasm violently as she orgasmed repeatedly. Each time he bottomed out deep inside her womb, her climax seemed to grow in intensity. Jack moaned and Sarah's breathing had become short and erratic. Her thighs spread wider, seemingly of their own volition, as he crashed into her again and again, each time feeling as though he was plunging deeper into her waiting center.

Abruptly, Jack pulled out of her throbbing pussy. Sarah moaned as she felt his shaft leave her body. 

"Uhhh, d... don't stop!"

Jack turned her around to face him, and Sarah got her first view of the massive rod that had just been inside her tight cunt. It wasn't as long as some of the cocks she had been fucked with since loosing her virginity ... maybe 7 or 8 inches... but its girth made up for it. The shaft was bigger around than her wrist, and its swollen head really was nearly the size of her fist.

He lifted her into a sitting position on kitchen counter. With a grin he began to kiss the young nurse's neck, working his way down to her hardened nipples.

"Ohhh...! Jack, what are you doing? We shouldn't... Ahhh!" Sarah gasped as his lips fastened onto one aroused tip.

The young nurse moaned as her cousin sucked hard on each nipple. Slowly, he moved down her body until finally he came to the swollen cleft between her legs. He brought his mouth eagerly down upon her shaved slit, and Sarah moaned in ecstasy as she felt the pleasure his ministrations caused course through her body. She bucked and moaned loudly as he began eating her out. His tongue pressed as far as it could inside her body. Sarah grasped his head as he fucked her with his tongue. Her own head thrashed from side to side and she gasped and moaned as he devoured her juicy cunt for what seemed like an eternity.

As Jack continued to dine on Sarah's snatch, she began to totally lose control of her own body. Her burning pussy bucked towards his questing mouth, her thighs spasmed in time with the thrusts of his tongue. Her cousin slid a finger deep into her soaked slit. He roughly finger fucked the tormented young nurse, all the while lapping at her swollen clit. 

"Ohhh nossa! Again! Ohhh... I'm cumming! Oh, please... make me cum! Ahhh!"

Sarah's body convulsed, as she was lost in another orgasm. Her legs spread wider and she arched on top of the counter in an intense climax. Jack continued to lick her juices, enjoying the feeling of having over-powered her inhibitions.

At last, he stood in front of Sarah and spread her legs farther apart, and she felt his large cock rub against her labia. He moved up between her legs, positioned his giant tool toward her inviting pussy and drove it all the way in. Sarah let out a long whimper, "Aaahhh! Pleeease fuck meee!"

With his right hand, he reached between them and found her clit, sliding his finger over the organ in a way that he knew would keep her pussy wet for him. Sarah moaned and bucked upwards as he slid in and out of her sheath. "Oh nossa," she moaned. "It's sooo big!"

She could feel his chest hair rub against her breasts and nipples as his hands slipped between her arms and torso to grip her shoulders. He thrust his thick manhood all the way inside her tight hole, penetrating Sarah's tight womanhood with the full eight inches of his rock hard cock. He began to move in a rocking motion, and then drove in and out of her throbbing snatch like a jackhammer. 

"Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh... Ooohhh!" Sarah moaned as his cock drove her closer to her climax. 

He lowered his head to one erect nipple and sucked hard, nursing its aroused tip and causing shocks of erotic pleasure to race from the sensitive mound all the way to her throbbing core.

She felt his voice rumble against her skin as he ordered, "That's it, baby. Say it! Say you want me make you cum with my big cock! Cum for me!"

Sarah managed to gasp out a pleading in response, "Ahhh... Yes! Ahhh... Ahhh... P...please, do it! M... make me cum! F... fuck me h...harder!"

Suddenly, Jack pulled back and withdrew his cock until the tip rested against her swollen pussy lips. He moaned and as he held his cock poised at her opening, and then drove it back into her, the impact of his hips against her mons causing her whole body to shake as the engorged head crashed through the soft barrier of her cervix and into her belly. Sarah felt an intense orgasm erupt deep between her thighs and she bucked against his hips, driving his cock even deeper as she came hard around him. 

Sarah felt his massive steel shaft swell as her cunt muscles spasmed along its length. Her hips rose to meet his final thrust as he took aim at her womanhood. 

"Oh God, baby... I'm cumming! Feel me cum in your tight pussy!" he shouted as Sarah's whole body shuddered with her own orgasm and writhed beneath his hands as he arched his back, pulled her cunt tight to his crotch and launched stream after stream of steaming hot cum deep inside her throbbing pussy. 

His eruption filled her and began to trickle out of her pussy around the massive shaft. Thrusting one last time against her to make sure every last drop of his cum was inside her cunt, Jack moved one hand up to caress the smooth skin of her belly. He enjoy fucking his cousin, he decided, stroking his tongue along her sweaty neck and nibbling on her ear as her body trembled and took all of him deep inside.

As they both regained their breath, Jack lifted Sarah off the edge of the counter, his still-hard cock remaining embedded deep inside her. She slumped against his chest as he carried her into the living room, where he grabbed a couple of large pillows from the sofa, and lowered her to lay on the soft carpet. One of the pillows, he placed under her hips and the other went beneath her head. When he had her positioned, he raised her legs to give him better access and began pumping into her again, each stroke penetrating deeper and deeper. He pinned her arms above her head and kissed her. Oblivious to anything other than the orgasmic sensations that filled her body, Sarah opened her mouth to his advances, allowing his tongue to tease hers. His lips moved slowly on to her cheeks and neck, before traveling to cover her mouth once more. His tongue plunged inside to wrestle with hers. As his cock filled her, he displaced some of Sarah's cum which oozed down her legs, forming a puddle under her ass cheeks and staining the pillow beneath her.




Kissing Cousins



Jack's hips rose and fell as he slammed into her, each stroke feeling like a hammer blow to Sarah as he drove his massive cock into her. Moan after moan escaped from her lips as she felt the rising tightness inside her, announcing that she was on the brink of another orgasm. 

"Ahhh.....Ahhh......Ahhh......Ahhh," Sarah steadily chanted in time with his strokes. She laid her head back on the pillow, but her hands moved to grasp his muscular arms as she strained against him. Her hips bucked to meet his thrusts as she took his thick maleness deep inside her steaming cunt. His balls slapped softly against her ass with each down stroke. Sarah felt herself tense then cry out with another intense orgasm.

"Ahhh, Sarah, I'm gonna to fuck your tight pussy all night," he grunted as he paused to savor the feeling of her tight cunt as he rotated his cock inside her. He began humping her harder, his hips pistoning in and out like a jackhammer. Without warning, Jack rolled over and Sarah suddenly found herself on top, riding his engorged mount. His large, calloused hands surrounded her narrow waist as he ordered her to begin fucking his shaft. 

The feeling of her tight pussy being stretched by his massive cock made her body tremble as her body impaled itself on his maleness. She cried out with the intense pleasure as he moved inside her, "Uhhh... Uhhh, Ohhh, Jaack... ahhh! You... you're so h... hard, so b... big inside me!"

Jack's hands traveled up her sweat sheened body, and cupped her breasts as they rose and fell in time with her movement on his shaft. He mauled her tits, squeezing them and rolling the aroused tips between his fingers before grasping her soft shoulders, pulling her down for another deep kiss. He leaned up and whispered in her ear, "Your pussy is so hot, Sarah. I knew we could be more than just "kissing cousins". You're such a good fuck." He kissed her neck, sucking until he left his bright red brand on her sensitive skin.

Slowly his kisses traveled from her neck down her shoulder and finally back to her tits. His tongue flicked against one taut nipple, and she jumped as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. Her breathing grew shallow as he nursed each tit in turn, driving her intensely aroused body to the brink of another massive orgasm. Just before she was ready to cum, his mouth moved to kiss its way back up to her lips. He buried his hand in her long blonde hair, and pulled her head down to explore the warmth of her mouth with his tongue.

As he kissed her, his fingers began to trace the lines of her smooth, soft body. His mouth left hers and he whispered in her ear, "Do you like having me fuck you, Sarah? Tell me you want me to fuck you some more."

Sarah gasped for breath as she tried to answer, "Uhhh...Y... yes, fuck me more! It feels so... uhhhhhh, so g... good!" She whimpered as he suddenly raised her off his cock and sat up, "Uhhh, Jack, p... please don't stop!"

He turned her to face away from him, and then settled in to kneel between her spread legs. His right fingers dipped between her legs to spread her pussy lips as he prepared her waiting passage to accept him once again. He guided his cock to press against the swollen pink folds of her womanhood, then both hands moved to grasp her hips as he buried himself all the way inside her quivering body.

"Ohhh... your cock is sooo big...oh nossa," Sarah moaned as her cousin began to piston in and out of her throbbing sheath. The feeling of his muscular body crashing against her softer flesh as he drove in and out of her pussy sent her over the edge. As her climax overwhelmed her, Sarah cried out, "Ohhh yes!! Oh, oh yes, d... don't stop! Ohhh, I want your c... cock inside me! Fuck me, Jack! Uhhhh, fuck me h... harder! Oh, oh, oh, Ohhh... I'm... I'm cumming! Ohhh, please fuck me harder!" 

Sweat dripped from Jack's body, mingling with the sheen of sweat that covered Sarah's back as he pounded in and out of her. He was moaning in time with her now as his pace increased. He turned her head and kissed her deeply, the soft pressure of his tongue invading her mouth as he frenched her for several minutes while fucking her from behind.

"Now I'm going to fuck your ass, Sarah," He whispered in her ear softly as one hand moved to fondle her breast. 

He slid his cock from her pussy and pressed the large head against her ass as he prepared to enter her back door. It felt so hard and thick against her sensitive skin. Sarah just moaned as her orgasm addled mind tried to relax for this new penetration. His hands parted her cheeks as his huge cock-head touched her tight asshole.

Sarah's back arched as he pressed his massive cock into her tight ass. She bit her lower lip as he pushed most of the way inside, then began slowly pumping his hips back and forth against her.

"Ohhh...you are tight Sarah!" he groaned as he fucked her, slowly at first to give her a chance to get used to his girth. Jack slowly pulled out and then thrust back in quickly. Sarah's breasts swayed back and forth as he slowly increased the speed of his thrusts. The pain of his initial penetration subsided and her pussy began to tingle as a new orgasm began to grow between her legs.

Jack grabbed a hold of her long, blonde hair and Sarah bent herself further down to give him a better target for his powerful thrusts. Reaching between her legs, his fingers found her clit and his thumb rasped across the swollen nub while his fingers fucked her soaking wet cunt. 

"Ohhh... ohhh... Ahhh, nossa!" Sarah moaned as his hard thick cock drove in and out of her ass. She cried out as her climax erupted as he finger-fucked her in time with his thrusts. "Ohhh... harder... fuck me... harder!"

With one final thrust he stopped himself before he could begin to shoot his seed inside her ass. They both collapsed onto the floor, his muscular body pressing hers into the carpet. Jack slowly pulled his cock out of Sarah's ass, rose to his knees and pulled her up to kneel in front of him. He made her straddle his hips, and instructed her to take his cock in her small hands and aim it at her snatch. With his hands around her narrow waist, he raised her up until she had the thick head of his cock poised against her pink, swollen folds. "Put it inside you, Sarah," he commanded. 

Sarah obeyed, parting her legs wider as she slid down his thick rod, filling herself with his manhood. He began moving inside her, his steel rod splitting her pussy again and again as she rose and fell against him. His cock was so big and hard. She could feel it throb deep inside her body as it pistoned in and out.

His hands encircled her waist as he hammered into her pussy. She saw his gaze fix on her breasts as they bounced in time with their love-making. His hands moved over the smooth skin of her flat belly, his fingers stroking the soft, flushed skin as his thumbs played with her navel. His mouth captured one nipple and then the other, suckling them to hard peaks, before moving to trace the faint scar that ran between her breasts. 

Sarah gasped as he licked and sucked the sensitive skin in the hollow of her throat. Her hands moved to the back of his head, urging him to continue. He paused inside her as he kissed her neck, then moved to trace her shoulder and throat with his tongue before moving on to french her waiting mouth.

As they kissed, Jack slowly withdrew his cock from her tight channel, and held it just outside her swollen folds. Sarah's hips thrust against him, searching for the massive tool she needed to fill her throbbing cunt with. Her hands grasped his waist and she pleaded with him, "Uhhh, Please put it in me...! Please... m... make... l... love to me, Jack! Ahhh, Fuck my pussy!"

With one quick thrust, Jack buried his manhood all the way inside her throbbing womanhood. His cock bottomed out roughly against her cervix, causing her to gasp as her womb was being completely filled by him. He lowered her back to the floor as he prepared to give her one final fuck. 

Sarah's legs rose to wrap around her cousin's waist as his shaft slowly pistoned in and out. Her ass rose and fell to meet his thrusts as he fucked her tight pussy. His hands engulfed her ample tits as he leaned in to kiss her. Sarah's head rose to meet him as he French kissed her passionately. Her hands moved to grip his tight ass, and her fingernails dug into his skin as he fucked her harder and harder. His lips followed his hands to her breasts, capturing one aroused peak in his teeth. He nipped lightly at the hard tip, and then began to nurse it, sucking roughly. "Shit Sarah, your tits taste so good!" he murmured against the flushed skin. As he sucked on her tit, his massive tool crashed in and out of her pussy, the huge head crashing past her bruised cervix until it drove her to the edge of another her orgasm.

Sarah was hanging on for dear life as Jack's thrusts increased in speed and intensity. She reached up and gripped his muscular hips as he hammered away at her dripping pussy. Each time he thrust inside her, she shuddered and moaned, swallowing hard as his movement became more urgent. She could feel her climax building deep between her quivering thighs, and also felt his cock beginning to swell as he approached his own orgasm. 

Sarah was making whimpering sounds as he pounded her harder and harder. "Aaahh, ooohhhaaa," she moaned as her cousin fucked her tight pussy. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, bending slightly to get more of his incredibly thick cock into her tight hole. 

"Ah, fuck Sarah! Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck your tight pussy and cum inside you. Beg me to fill your hot little snatch with my cum!" Jack continued his fast hard fucking, knowing he would cum inside her soon. He grabbed her hair and tilted her head back, and then thrust his hips forward, shaking her tits as she continued to moan and tremble in his arms.

Sarah's orgasm had long-since taken complete control of her body and mind as Jack's huge maleness drove her from one climax to another. "Ahhh, uhhh, uhhh, P... please! Please..." Her voice trailed off as the hand at her belly reached down to finger her swollen clit.

"Please what, Sarah?" 

"Please c... cum...

"You want me to cum in your pussy?" 

"Oh, oh, yes, Ohhh yesss,! Cum inside me! Make me cum! Please make love to me, Jack! Fuck my pussy Ahhh... fill me with your cum! Uhhh, your cock feels sooo good!"

Her pussy exploded in orgasm around his huge cock as it drove faster and faster inside her. Sarah's naked body glistened with sweat and she gasped for breath as Jack pounded into her. Her breasts bounced beneath his frantic thrusts, as the rough fingers of his hand mauled their soft skin. Her head strained to toss back and forth as she obeyed his demands again, "Ooohhh, please, ooohhhaaahhh! Don't stop! C... cum inside me." 

"Ahh! Shit, yes! You're such a good fuck, Sarah!" he breathed in ecstasy, as he was engulfed by her moist heat. 

Sarah bit her lip, trying not to scream each time he thrust into her, but finally cried out, "Oh, nossa!" as she spasmed and clutched at his wrists as he continued to fuck her harder and harder.

"How does it feel to have my big cock inside you, Sarah?" he grunted as he paused once again to grind against her. He could feel the thick head of his manhood plunge deep into her womb as he crashed against her. 

Sarah could barely answer as she came around the steel shaft buried in her throbbing womanhood, "Uhhnn... ohhh.... It's so big inside me!"

Jack lifted her right leg and rested it in the crook of his arm, then planted both hands around her narrow waist. Once he had repositioned her, he pulled his cock almost all the way out and held it at her opening for a second, teasing her. "Ready for the final fuck...?" he whispered. 

"Ahhh... Y... yes! F... fuck me!" she pleaded desperately.

He suddenly slammed back into her and she cried out in ecstasy as his cock-head bottomed out past her cervix. Then he again pounded into his 23 year old cousin like a jackhammer. Sarah's breasts shook up and down as her hips met each of his powerful thrusts. Jack knew she was close again and changed his movements ... rotating and grinding his hips against her ass, then just pounding into her fast and hard. Sarah spasmed as Jack continued to fuck her until he drove her toward a final orgasm.

Jack pulled her head back by her long, blonde hair and his tongue traced the muscles of her neck. He suckled her earlobe, and kissed her face before finding her open mouth and slipping his tongue inside to stroke hers. His free hand moved across her smooth belly, and then up to her swaying tits.

The 8 inch cock between her firm thighs continued to pound away at her pussy. Sarah moaned louder as she started to cum, crying, "Ooohhh, ooohhh, yes! Ooohhh fuck me! Harder... harder! Fuck my pussy!" 

Jack pulled his mouth away from hers as he continued to drive his massively thick shaft into her. Finally, it was too much. Sarah's cousin grabbed her hips and pressed her pussy tightly against his crotch. With one final thrust, he bucked between her widely spread legs one last time and planted his cum-shaft deep inside her womb.

"Oh God, Sarah... I'm cumming! Feel me cum in your tight pussy!" he shouted as her whole body shuddered with her own orgasm and writhed beneath his hands as he arched his back and launched stream after stream of steaming hot cum deep inside her throbbing cunt. 

Thrusting one last time against her to make sure she had every last drop of his seed inside her, Jack moved one of his large hands up to caressed her flat belly. He really enjoy fucking his cousin he decided, stroking his tongue along her sweaty neck and nibbling on her ear as her virginal body trembled and accepted him all the way up inside her.

When they had caught their breaths, Jack stood up and helped Sarah to stand as well, He took her hand and led her toward his sister's bedroom. 

"Here I thought I was going to have a boring time of it before I found a new contract. Now I think I'm gonna have plenty to occupy my time for the next few days." He paused with a lecherous grin on his face, "You know, I don't think Katie's ever brought a guy home. I think it's about time her nice big bed got christened, don't you?"



Kissing Cousins



This was the culmination of years of foreplay.

Rob and his cousin Heather were born two weeks apart and had been in the same classes as long as they could remember. Her family would come over for dinner every Sunday, and after the meal, the kids would be excused and allowed to go to the second floor to amuse themselves while the adults talked about whatever adults talked about. 

Things started heating up when Heather, who had been a little pudgy as a girl, started to sprout two magnificent breasts. 

She knew that Rob noticed them and was always trying to sneak peeks at them. She was sure they led to many masturbatory sessions. She used to wear relatively tight tops that left little to the imagination. It was a time when girls wore short skirts, so invariably she would sit on a footrest and slightly open her legs when she thought Rob was looking that way. 

She found a couple of "those" kind of books that described what a man and woman did in detail, and had discovered her clit. She would read those books in the bathroom and bring herself off thinking about Rob. She learned to be very quiet, since she lived in a relatively small house with two sisters, a brother, and her parents. 

Meanwhile, Rob had also gotten his hands on such books (but different ones), and had brought himself off reading them, or not reading them and thinking about his cousin's body. He was obsessed by Heather's chest. He imagined them being together, and as soon as she let him see her breasts, he would reach orgasm, never allowing himself to get beyond that point. 

When they were seniors in high school, they both turned 18 in January. Rob was a social person and a jock. He had girl friends, but none of the "easy" girls. He had one girlfriend who allowed him to touch her, but only through her underwear, and never even acknowledged his pain between his legs. Heather, on the other hand, was very shy and no one asked her out despite her body, because she seemed so cold. 

Heather and Rob had one class together that year, Pre-Calculus. It was a notoriously difficult course with a lot of homework. Heather began to bring her homework with her on Sundays, and when the kids were excused, they would go to Rob's room and try to work out the problems together. 

One day when they were alone in his room, Heather sat down on Rob's bed instead of on a chair next to his desk. Rob didn't think anything about it, and didn't complain, so he just moved his books to the bed, where they worked on the pre-calc problems for a few minutes. Heather was wearing what we used to call "crotch-snappers" which were tops that met at the woman's crotch and were held tight by two snaps there. It emphasized her breasts more than ever, and Rob was finding it very difficult to concentrate. His concentration turned into him having a raging hard on. 

Heather giggled when she saw the reaction he was having, and she said, "I hoped you would like this top, and it looks like you do".

Rob's mouth was dry, and all he could do was nod. 

Then, the better of him took over, and he reached over, laid her back on the bed, and kissed her on the mouth. This was the first time that a boy had ever kissed her, so when he opened his mouth and started to lick her lips with his tongue, she jumped back. He asked her what was wrong, and all she could say was that it wasn't what she expected him to do. He smiled and told her that is how people kiss. At that moment, her parents called up stairs, and Heather had to go. She thanked him and said she would like to work on her "math" skills with him soon. 

That Monday, after the class they shared, Rob tracked her down and started to apologize for upsetting her. She assured him that she was not upset, and asked when they could study together again. 

Rob's mother worked at an engineering firm and worked until 5. His dad was an executive at one of the local corporations in their finance unit. Since it was January, it was the busiest time of year for him, and he often worked late. 

Their high school was on "double-sessions" to alleviate the crowding that the current wave of baby-boomers was causing, so the seniors ended their school day at noon. Rob was playing basketball at the time, although his playing time was nothing due to his size. He was thinking of quitting. (This was before the days of a three-point play, and a point guard's only worth was to get the ball to the center. He had been told by his coach NOT to shoot.)

So, getting back to Heather's question, since it was a Monday, and he had no practice, he asked if she wanted to "study" that day. She was a little surprised, but at the same time, excited that he was that anxious. She agreed to meet him at his house around 12:30.

After school, he left school so fast it was noticed by his friends who were used to his hanging around and grading the sophomore girls in their short skirts and tight shirts. He almost ran home, turned on the heat, and tried to patiently wait for Heather's arrival. It was hard. Difficult too.

A little after 12:30, Heather rang the back door bell and he greeted her, not wanting to appear too anxious, but failing miserably. He tried to be polite and asked if he could get her something to drink, and she surprised him by saying that she wanted some of the scotch that his parents drank. They had enough so they would never notice any missing, so they sat in the kitchen and had two scotches and waters, although he made hers a little stronger than his.

She was giddy from the booze, and finally looked over at him and asked if he wanted to learn some math. She didn't have to ask twice. She was wearing a plain blouse that kind of hid her breasts, and a skirt that was fashionably short, but nothing that anyone else would have noticed. 

She walked up the stairs ahead of him, giving her ass a little extra swing as she knew he was looking up her skirt from behind. 

When they got to his room, she said she had to go to the bathroom and excused herself. He was beside himself. He imagined her in the bathroom with her panties below her waist, and imagined the view of her wonderful womanhood. 

A minute or two later, she emerged and had a little trouble walking since the scotch was still very much taking control of her.

When they got into his room, he commented that she had left her books downstairs, and she told him they were going to stay there today. She sat back on the bed and leaned back, feeling the blood rush to her head. 

He, trying to be a gentleman, sat down tentatively beside her. 

She said, "Let's try to kiss again; I'm ready this time", and she licked her lips and closed her eyes. He leaned over and lightly brushed her lips with his lips and opened his lips. This time, hers opened as well, and she let his tongue go into her mouth and play with hers. 

While this was going on, her legs were involuntarily moving back and forth, and her nipples were getting hard. Rob was too interested in kissing her to notice, but it didn't take him long to venture a hand over her chest, and to rub his palm over her wonderful mounds that had been the source of so many masturbations. She closed her mouth and sighed as he rubbed the breasts over her shirt. Then, he ventured under her shirt by unbuttoning the top button. He didn't know that woman's buttons were on the other side, and became frustrated. She reached up, kissed him again, and undid the top button for him. By now he had it figured out and worked the next four buttons, which allowed him unfettered access to her skin-filled bra. He then undid the rest of her buttons and opened her shirt completely. His breath was taken away as he saw how much of her breasts were not covered by the bra. There was a definite straining of the skin that was just screaming to be released by this silly invention of the earlier centuries. 


Meanwhile, Heather's hands had gone down Rob's back, and were feeling his tight butt through his jeans. She was getting wetter by the moment was getting impatient that Rob had only unbuttoned her shirt. 

Finally, he slid his warm, big hand under the blouse and caressed her nipples through the bra. She arched her back to signify both that she approved of his caresses, but also to encourage him to find the clasp at the back and free the tits she on which she wanted him to feast. She knew what her tits did to him. She was giving herself to him, and he was being so dammed polite. 

Finally, uncharacteristically, she decided take charge. This was a big change for her, and for him, but she couldn't stand it any more. 

She kissed him once more and then stood up.

She faced him and told him she was going to put on a show for him. She removed her blouse and threw it on the desk chair and stood in front of him in her bra for the first time. She asked him if he liked what he saw, and all he could do was given on the object of his many-years desires. Then, she did something that even surprised her, and she unzipped her skirt in the back, pushing her chest out toward him as she did so. He reached up to touch her and she move closer to him and then reached behind her and undid the clasp. Despite the natural reaction of the material to almost fly away from her chest, she moved her arms together, so the straps stayed in place. The weight of her tits wanted to drop out, but she wouldn't let that happen yet. 

She stopped, and said, "If I'm going to show you, you have to show me," as she glanced down at the front of his jeans that was holding in what she was after. 

He immediately complied, and stood up. She told him to first remove his shirt. He did so, and she was left gasping when she saw the well developed pecs, and tight abs that led to his waistline. 

Then, she tossed off her skirt, and he removed his jeans, leaving her in just her bulging bra and damp panties, and he in his briefs with the head of his dick reaching above the waist band. 

She saw that head and wanted so much to touch it. But, she knew she had him under her control at the moment. 

She said, "How much will you pay me if I take off my bra?" 

He was surprised, but asked, "How much will it cost? At this moment, I will give you just about anything."

"That's what I hoped you would say," she replied. "I will give you access to one breast if you let me touch your, you know, your... thing down there."

He said, "You mean this dick that you have made so hard?" He looked down, saw the glisten of pre-cum, and said, "Heather, it is all because of you. You can have touch it all you want, but I want to see you completely naked. And, beware, because it is hard and ready to spew forth cum, so be ready when you touch it."

She hadn't planned for this, figuring she could get away with just letting him see her breasts, but now the chance to touch, and maybe even see him cum, made her throw all abandon to the wind. She was self-conscious about her crotch, so she turned around and took off her panties. Of course, as Rob had expected, when she leaned over to take them off, her bra fell off as well, and when she stood up, she was completely naked, with her back to her. 

He asked her to turn around, and she did, slowly. 

When he caught his first glance of her left tit, he almost came on the spot. It was sagging a little from its weight, but the nipple was hard as a pencil-eraser, and was so fucking much of a turn on, that he had to grab his dick through his briefs at the base of his dick so he didn't come without even seeing any more.

She continued to turn and showed him full frontal nudity, and he just about lost it. 

She said, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

So Rob, feeling as though he was losing control, said, "Well, it's here if you want it. Come get it."

She gave him a dirty look and reached for her panties and bra. He reached down and held her wrist and said, "I want you to have the pleasure of pulling my underwear off."

She decided this could be fun, so they traded places, and he was standing in front of her now, with her on the bed. He put his hands on the waist band and started to slowly inch them down, but she stopped him, saying, "Hey, that's my job."

Then she proceeded to reach over, and he moved closer, so as she lowered the briefs, Rob's dick was facing the ceiling, but right at her eye-level. She was taken back by how beautiful it looked to her. She tentatively reached out to touch it. 

Rob said, "Don't be shy, it doesn't bite, although if you keep squeezing your tits together like that, it will explode any minute now."

She was not ready for him to cum yet, nor was she, so she pulled her hand back, and then lay back, leaving her heaving breasts laid out on her chest, and her wet pussy making a spot on his bed spread. He looked at her with such lust, that she lost it, and reached down and touched herself, and even put a finger in herself.

That did it for Rob, and he came from a standing position. He had held back so long that it was strong, and the first spurt went up to her left tit. The next hit her stomach, and then he instinctively moved closer, letting the rest come over her white body. 

She didn't know how to react, but she was curious, so she did something that even surprised her again, and she reached down and put her finger through the cum on her tit, and started to rub it all around her tit.

Rob, maybe not so surprisingly, found this very erotic, and his dick didn't shrink like he was afraid it would. She sat up, and he sat down next to her and pushed her gently back down on the bed. 

He wanted to touch those precious melons, and was not going to be denied if they were this close. He moved over them with his mouth and lightly flicked his tongue over her left nipple. A friend had boasted that his woman loved to have her tits, "rubbed and kissed gently", so he took those words to heart and began to kiss and rub her tits a gently as he could. 

Meanwhile, his dick was hard again, and was poking in Heather's side. This was not lost on her. 

The more he caressed her boobs, as she now called them out loud, the wetter she became, and she was squirming while he did his thing to her chest. 

Finally, his right hand ventured down her side to her knee, and then lightly up her thigh. She spread her legs and his finger went in toward the heat-center he could feel. As soon as he grazed her pussy, she began to buck involuntarily. Her hands went down and grabbed his hand and pressed it into her crotch. His middle finger was almost involuntarily thrust into her love hole. She pressed his palm against her clit, and she moved it the way she liked it. In just a few minutes she came while he was playing with her right tit with his tongue. 

She wanted more, and didn't want the orgasm to end. When it did, she was exhausted and leaned over and brought Rob's head up to hers and they kissed much more passionately than they did at first. 

Rob's hand had not left her crotch. The finger remained inside her, and she started bucking against it. She could feel something she had never felt before and she started to come for a second time. This had NEVER happened to her before. All he had to do was keep his hand where it was, and she was coming like a machine. 

By this time, Rob's dick was again in need of attention. When they broke the kiss, they looked at each other thoughtfully, and each wondered if they should continue. 

Finally, he pulled his hand gently back, and turned over on his back, thus keeping his dick far enough away from her pussy to allow her to spread her legs the way she liked to do when alone. 

She rolled to her side and touched Rob's dick. It was much harder than she expected. It was also much softer, if that made any sense. Her fingers trailed it from his balls up to the head. At this point, he was leaking again, and she took two fingers to squeeze him and place the pre-cum between her fingers.

Rob was almost losing it at this point. Her touch was such a turn-on. First, to be this close to her tits, after all these years of yearning for them, but his cousin was touching him in a place only he had touched before, and doing a better job of causing the come to gather in his balls. His right hand went over to her crotch, but she was so sensitive that she moaned "No, no more". 

Not to be deterred, he backed off the whole hand, but his middle finger found the bottom of her pussy, and followed the stream of her juices down under her, and then he found her ass hole. His finger was all wet, and as he moved it over her ass, she at first tensed, but then had a thought, and relaxed, almost pushing herself down on the finger. 

She turned to him and said, "It would be wrong for us to fuck."

Rob was amazed to hear her say it that bluntly, and willing to do anything he said, "I know, but I want you so badly."

She said, "I want to remain a virgin, but I have another idea. Do you have any Vaseline up here?"

Rob didn't quite understand, but quickly jumped up and dashed into the bedroom, found a jar, and returned. 

Heather said, "Something I read about might solve both our problems."

Rob still didn't get it, but anything to help ease the aching he felt in his dick he was wiling to listen to.

She then rolled over on her stomach, and slightly lifted her ass in the air. She moved her legs apart, and said, "There is something there that you can enter that won't make me pregnant, keep me a virgin, and also allow you to come inside me."

Rob had not encountered this in his readings, but was smart enough to see that he had a hard dick, her ass was right there, and if she was willing, he would be willing to try it. 

Heather said, "Oh sweetheart, there is no lubrication there, so I need you to lubricate both of us before you try to enter me, OK?"

Rob was out of his mind with lust, and didn't hesitate to take a glob of the lubricant and rub it around the outside of her sweet hole. Normally, he might have been grossed out, but at the moment, he was so fucking horny, that he was not going to turn down this chance to do something that a woman was asking him to do.

She looked over her shoulder and said, "I need more, and I need you to stick it in there."

When he hesitated, she brought her finger back, found the jar, grabbed some lubricant, and started to finger fuck her own ass. Rob was ready to come right then and there. Heather, sensing this, said, "Do what you can to hold off while I get me ready, then I'll get you ready, OK?"

Rob leaned back and gazed in lust as his cousin dipped her finger into her ass, and her ass moved as she did. 

Then, she said, "Rub it all over your dick. I can't from this position, or else I would. Pretend you are getting ready to jerk off, only don't."

Always ready to please, Rob took a little, then more, then more of the Vaseline to cover his dick. 

When he couldn't stand it any more, he started to lean in toward his cousin's fleshy globes.

She brought her hands back to each ass cheek and held them apart, giving him, total access to her butt hole. 

He just let things go where they seemed to go naturally. Before he knew it, he was entering her.

At first, she grimaced, and told him to go slowly. It was hard for him, but he was willing to do anything this woman told him at this point, so he just stopped. 

She said, "Yeah, like that." 

Then, she started to move her ass up onto his dick, taking more and more of him as she could. It was a slow process, but before he knew it, he was about four inches into her. She said, "Just keep going. It hurts, but it is doing something else that I really like."

So, being a good grasshopper, he complied. 

Then he noticed that her hand had slipped from her ass cheek to her pussy, and she was rubbing it in rhythm with his movements. 

He started to feel her tense up again, only this time she was almost crying, and saying, "Yes, yes, yes."




Kissing Cousins



Then, he felt all of her muscled contract at the same time. 

Being as sensitive as he was, it caused him to lose all control, and he started to spurt his cum insider her ass. 

He was afraid he shouldn't have done that, but she kept saying, "Yes, yes, yes."

Lubricated by his cum, he actually started to penetrate her ass even further. 

He didn't realize this, but it was driving her crazy with her own lust, and she started to have her fourth orgasm of the afternoon. She couldn't control it, and she came again. This time, he was a little more prepared for it, and let it wash over her while not moving, which was exactly what she needed.

She laid there, with her wonderful cousin's dick up her ass, her fourth orgasm of the day still washing over her, and a feeling of contentment. What more could you ask for?

Well, it turns out that Rob's dick didn't get soft like they both expected it to.

When he finally pulled out, it was still hard as a pole, and he laid it between her ass cheeks. She began to tense her ass cheeks, and before he knew it, he felt more come coming. When it did, he came all over her back. She felt so good she didn't want to move. 

But, damn Rob, he STILL wasn't soft. "Shit," she thought, "what's left?" Then she knew. 

She rolled over and he gazed down on her wonderful tits. She said, "Bring that bad boy up here." 

Then she remembered where it had been, said, "Go get a wet wash rag". 

She smiled as she watched him jump off her and almost run, his hard dick leading the way, toward the bathroom. 

She liked this kind of control that she had never had before.

When he returned, she told him to clean himself off and she would have a treat for him.

Again, he was willing to do anything for this woman at the moment, so he washed himself clean of the ass-residue, meanwhile exciting him even more. 

She was on her back and said, "Bring it up between my boobs." 

He did as he was directed.

She then placed her hands on the outside of each tit and squeezed inward. He was still somewhat lubricated from the Vaseline, and began to fuck her tits, fulfilling his wildest fantasy. 

When she could feel him starting to grow, and expecting that meant something was going to happen, she squeezed harder and looked down so that gaping hole at the top of his dick was facing her. As he came, she opened her mouth. Unfortunately, the first shot went up and hit her hair, the next on her eyes, the next on her upper lip, and it was not until the last shot that she was able to finally get her first taste of cum

She found it better to taste than she expected, and since the women in all the books she read willingly sucked their men to orgasm and dutifully swallowed their cum, she decided that she had a good idea for tomorrow, in addition to some other things that she wanted to do now that she had access not only to a dick, but a willing and very resilient dick.

This was going to be fun, she thought as she got herself cleaned up.

What she didn't expect, but liked, was when her cousin took her in his strong arms and held her close before she left. He kissed her deeply, yet tenderly, and she felt him begin to get hard again. 

She finally broke it off and whispered, as she pulled away, "Same time tomorrow?" and saw the lust in his face that told her it would not be soon enough for him.

She was going to like this power. 



Kissing Cousins



Holly

"Sure Mom. I promise I'll give her a call when I hit town. Ok, love you too." I click off my cell and drop it on the car seat beside me.

That was my mother, still trying to maintain some semblance of control over my life, despite the fact that I am 27 and haven't lived at home in 7 years. My name is Clark and I'm in sales, heading for a conference in Dallas. The reason for my mother's call is that my cousin Holly has recently moved to the metroplex and she's hoping that I'll catch up with her. Since she's fresh out of college, there's some concern in the family that her wild times aren't all behind her. My uncle is still footing most of the bill for her upkeep, according to my mother. If they are hoping for me to report back on my findings, they're barking up the wrong tree.

I can't even recall the last time I saw Holly. It must have been three or four years ago at least. Once she graduated high school and went off to college on the left coast, I haven't seen her at any of the usual family functions around the holidays. What I can recall was that she was a handful for her parents, especially in her teens. I finger the Post-It note I've written her number on and sigh. Might as well get this over with. I'm sure that a 22 year old, single girl has better things to do than meet her cousin for dinner on a Friday night.

"Hello?" I hear after the first ring.

"Holly? Hey, it's Clark." There's a pregnant pause of silence before the name registers.

"Clark! Hey, long time no hear! How are you?" She actually sounds excited to hear from me and I fill her in on where I am and the reason for my call.

"Dinner? Sure, I'd love to! Some of the girls and I go out to a local Mexican place for dinner and drinks, well, mostly drinks on Fridays. Do you want to join us?"

"Sure, that sounds great. I'm about an hour out. Give me the name of the place and I'll find you there tonight." She gives me the info and I promise to meet her later.

By 8 pm, I'm checked into my hotel and have showered and changed into more casual clothing. I find the restaurant easily enough. It's packed tonight and I shoulder my way into the scrum, looking around for Holly. I hope I recognize her as it has been sometime since I last saw her. She spots me first as I hear a high pitched squeal, followed by "Clark!" I turn my head and spot Holly standing on her chair, waving her hands wildly over her head. I smile, wave back and make my way over.

Holly is whispering conspiratorially to two of her girlfriends as I walk up. She hops off her barstool and heads towards me with arms outstretched. I sickly notice that she has definitely grown up since I last saw her. She crushes the big tits I've spotted against me in a tight bear hug (Ed. Note: You didn't honestly think you'd get through one of my stories without that particular attribute cropping up, did you?). She pulls back and then surprises me by leaning back in and planting a big, wet kiss on my lips. I note the smell of liquor on her breath as she turns to introduce me to her friends.

"Nicole, Shelly, this big hunk is my cousin Clark. Clark this is Shelly and Nicole!" I blush at her description of me, but have to admit I'm nothing to sneeze at in the looks department. I am big, 6'2", 210, and played college baseball. I have sandy brown hair and green eyes, keeping myself fit with thrice weekly iron pumping sessions. Despite Holly's embarrassing introduction, things are definitely looking up. Both of her friends are gorgeous with long blonde hair and curvy figures. I can see from their appraising eyes they find me attractive as well. Holly nudges Nicole over so I can sit beside her. I roll my eyes at Nicole who grins as she gives up her seat. Holly brushes those soft tits across my arm as she sits and turns towards me. I should take this time to better describe my cousin so you can better understand what I'll be dealing with later. 

Holly hasn't gotten any taller, still standing around 5'4", but as I mentioned, her figure has definitely flowered. I can see the shifting of her boobs beneath the peasant blouse she's wearing and can't help but wonder if she's wearing a bra. She has this long, middle of the back, dirty blonde hair that has always been impossibly full and lustrous. Her facial features are sharp and defined, highlighted by a big, full mouth which she's giving a workout as she chatters on about our family and things that the two girlfriends couldn't possibly be interested in. I offer a weak smile to the two and am rewarded by big smiles from the both of them.

"Oh! Here we are!" Holly exclaims, turning to the waitress who is setting a tray on our table. "Shots!" It's appearing that my families' suspicions are correct as four shot glasses of Patron' are lined up in front of us. Not one to miss out on a shot myself, I participate in the three part ritual and savor the smooth taste of the premium tequila sliding down my throat. Holly immediately orders another round and I can tell it's going to be a long night.

Four rounds later, I'm getting to know Nicole much better as we have progressed from idle chit chat to her warm hand resting on my thigh. She works in an office with Holly and Shelly and wants to try out for the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders this season. I'm mentally patting myself on the back for coming out to dinner when Holly reaches across me, rubbing her boobs on my arm for the umpteenth time, and pokes Nicole in the shoulder. 

"Come to the bathroom," she yells over the crowd noise, her words slurring slightly from the tequila. From the expression on Nicole's face and the seriousness on Holly's, I can tell this isn't just one girlfriend keeping another company. As they leave, I look at Shelly with a 'what the fuck?' expression. She rolls her eyes.

"Holly's just pissed that Nicole's hogging all of your attention, that's all."

I'm surprised. "Why?"

She glances over her shoulder to presumably make sure they're out of earshot before leaning towards me. "All she's done all afternoon is talk about you. How she's missed seeing you, what a great friend and cousin you are, blah, blah, blah. Says you were her first crush." She waggles her eyebrows at me.

"What is this Appalachia? We're cousins," I say laughing it off, but in the pit of my stomach I know she's right. Holly had always acted different around me, especially once she hit her teens. Surely she's grown out of that, right?

Shelly and I chat amiably for a few minutes before I see Nicole returning from the back, with Holly nowhere in sight. Nicole is stone-faced as she picks up her purse.

"Leaving already? We're just getting started good," I say, as Nicole gestures to Shelly with a 'come on'. She sighs and pats me on the arm.

"Clark, it was really nice to meet you and I had a nice time getting to know you." She leans towards me and kisses me on the cheek before whispering in my ear, "I just can't deal with Holly's proprietary bullshit. Call me if you're ever back in town." She slips me a business card and with a wave and shrug from Shelly, they are gone. I sit there, dumbfounded, for a few minutes before a pissed off looking Holly appears.

"Holly, what the hell was that all about?"

She shrugs as if it's no big deal, sitting back beside me. "I just told Nicole she was being rude, as I hadn't seen you in so long. I've hardly had the chance to talk to you all night!"

I look at her dumbfounded. "Grow up Holly! Nicole and I were just talking. You're acting like you're jealous or something!" I can't believe my own cousin just cock blocked me! While I get my fair share, pussy is not just falling out of trees and I think I had more than a fair shot of hooking up with Nicole.

Holly's now pouting, her arms crossed underneath her tits and her lower lip actually protruding. "Can we just go?"

"We?" Now that my shot at Nicole has vanished, I'm more than ready to call it a night. "Don't tell me you just blew off your ride, did you?" She nods her head and I roll my eyes. "Great, just great." I get the attention of the waitress and settle up with her. Without a word to Holly, I head out the door. I know she's right behind me though when I feel her finger in my belt loop as I push my way through the crowd. I make a beeline for my car and get in, popping the lock for Holly. She gets in and reassumes her pouting. I start the car, and then turn to her.

"Holly, I thought you had grown up. I don't know what got into you, but what you did back there was not cool." She doesn't answer. I sigh and pull out of the parking lot. Between one word directions and finger points, she leads us to her apartment complex. I park and we sit uncomfortably for a moment.

"Do you want to come up and uh, hang out?" she asks.

I shake my head. "You don't get it Holly. I'm pretty pissed right now!" She nods her head and is looking at the floorboard. I start to actually feel bad, even though it's her immaturity that brought us to here. "Look, I'm over at the Embassy Suites. Why don't you meet me for breakfast?" 

She brightens instantly. "I'd like that Clark." She leans over to presumably hug me. I turn to her and am again caught off-guard when she kisses me and this time I feel the hint of tongue against my lips before I jerk back.

"Good night, Holly."

She's looking at me intently, but turns and gets out of the car. "Good night."

I sit and watch her go up the walk and enter her apartment. I'm puzzled by her behavior and more than a little embarrassed by my reaction. I'm getting wood, but its common knowledge that a hard dick has no conscience. I sigh and back out, heading for the hotel.

Entering my room, I pop on Sports Center and drop onto the bed. Fifteen minutes later, I find myself still thinking about Nicole and sickly, Holly. I turn off the TV and fight back the urge to rub one out. It's at that moment that the phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Clark, it's me Holly." Her tone is somber and I assume something is wrong.

"Holly? What is it? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, but I need to apologize to you."

I resist the urge to sigh into the phone. "Yes you do, but can't this wait 'til the morning?"

"No, it really can't. Can I come up?"

"Wait a minute. You're here?"

"I'm in the lobby. Can I come up, please?"

This time, I don't stifle my sigh of exasperation. "It's late Holly, I..."

"Please Clark? I won't keep you up, but I can't sleep without..."

"987," I say into the phone and hang up. Unbefuckinglievable I think, turning the TV back on and going to the door. I open it and insert the security bar in the gap. I lie back on the bed and wait.

In a few moments, I see the shaft of light from the opening door pierce the darkened room.

"Clark?"

"Yeah." I hear the door shut behind her.

"I just need to use your potty, ok?"

"Sure." I can partially see her enter the bath and I lose myself for a few moments in the major league wrap up. When the bathroom door opens back up and the light clicks off, I don't immediately look over, but when Holly turns the corner, I can't help but. 

Somehow, while in the bathroom, all of Holly's clothes have fallen off her body or that's my first thought at least. I stare open mouthed at her, but when she poses against the corner, one hand on the wall, the other on her hip, her long legs crossed one in front of the other, my alcohol slowed brain realizes that the disrobing was intentional.

"Wha...?" I manage.

"I realized that a simple apology for cock blocking you tonight wasn't going to be enough," she explains. My eyes drink in the lusciousness of her ample curves, overpowering that common sense part of my brain screaming, "This is your cousin pervert!" True to their look and feel, Holly's tits are abundant; two soft melons perched on her chest, their weight giving them a sexy slope. She is a D cup, at least, but they don't overpower her slim frame, given her curvy hips. Framed by her hips, her pubic region is shaved bare, her full labia protruding wantonly. Holly flips back her long, thick, slightly curly hair and soaks up my look. She smiles slightly, probably amused at my inability to form a complete sentence.

"Why?" I finally manage to ask.

"That's easy," she says as she walks towards me sexily, her hips swaying and her boobs bobbling in that way that only natural tits do. "I happened to catch a glimpse of you changing into your swim trunks at the family reunion at the lake." That was four years ago by my calculation. Looking back, I could recall being puzzled by Holly's overt rough housing with me in the water, but the reason was now clear. "Once I got a look at your big cock (Author's Note: Second attribute...check), I knew I had to have it, cousin or not." By now, she's standing beside the bed on which I am reclined, but not relaxed. My body is a bundle of nerves, especially the ones in my groin which are signaling my groin to marshal all available troops. My suddenly swollen and dry tongue cooperates with me slightly.

"But my mother...your dad..."

"Will never have to know," she whispers. She's sliding my leg nearest to her off the bed and insinuating herself between them, while sinking to her knees. It occurs to me that my current state of dress, just boxers, gives me no additional layers of defensive clothing, but as Holly's warm hand slides into the opening of my fly, I admit that I couldn't care less. My sexy cousin literally has me by the balls and as she tugs gently on my full sack, I give myself over to my dark side, relations be damned. 

"Suck me Holly," I croak.

"With pleasure," she murmurs and hauls my lumber out into the opening. It rises from my groin, a thick slab of pork too big for her to get her fingers around fully. She waggles it in the air and skims her soft hand up and down. Leaning over, she drools a glob of spit onto the shaft and expertly begins to work it into my taut skin. Positioned as it is in front of her full lips, she only has to open her mouth before my drooling cock head is bouncing on her waggling tongue. Holly is literally salivating as her pink tongue lolls over my spongy knob, rivulets of saliva trailing down my pole. She continues to jack me while running her long tongue up and down my length. My hips are rolling on the bed under her attention.

"So hot," she whispers. "And so big." Holly then turns her head to the side and pursing her lips, skims them up and down my cock. Her tongue extends and curls around my shaft, catching droplets of cum as they ooze out and down. Spying a bottle of water on the nightstand, I take a quick drink, my eyes never leaving the incestuous scene unfolding in front of me. 

"I take it this is not your first blow job?" I ask. Holly licks her way to the top and fixes her smoldering brown eyes on mine.

"Not even close, but this is definitely my biggest cock to date. I can't wait to feel it fucking up inside of me." My snake twitches of its own volition. "But first I want you to shoot a big load in my mouth." My eyes almost bug out of my head. "We didn't have dinner and I'm hungry." Holly opens her mouth wide and drops it down over my cock. She takes a third of me deep in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing around my tube as she begins sucking voraciously. I sit up from my reclined position and settle both feet to either side of her. Reaching out, I tangle my big hands in her thick hair and begin to guide her sweet, sucking mouth back and forth on me. 

The slurp of her wet mouth fills the hotel room. Her eyes are fixed on my face as she submissively allows me to face fuck her. The hand that was rubbing me has joined its mate on the floor, bracing her body against my thrusts. Looking past her face the sway of her boobs mesmerizes me, the hard nipples carving the air in figure eights. I reach down and fill my hands with them, marveling at their weight on her slim body. With a slurp, she draws her mouth off of me.

"Wanna tit fuck me?"

It's my turn to answer with, "With pleasure." My hands drop away and I lean back, propping myself erect on my elbows. I don't want to miss a second of this scene, certain it can only be a dream. I fully expect to wake up alone in this room, sweaty, in a tangle of bed sheets. I experimentally reach down and pinch my stomach. Holly notices this and giggles before gathering up her mounds and wrapping them around my big pole.

"You're not dreaming Clark. You're really getting your cock sucked and fucked by your very own cousin. Like it?" I nod slowly as my prick is encased in soft, warm flesh. The combination of my precum and Holly's spit ensures that there is lubrication to spare. She begins to raise and lower her tits. They are so big that my normally huge cock is rendered inadequate, with only the head protruding slightly as she bottoms out at the end of each long stroke. This is obviously not her first titty-fuck as she expertly works her mams up and down with just the right amount of delicious pressure. Amazed that I have lasted this long, I imagine that my mother and uncle are standing behind Holly; this in an effort to stave off what I am sure will be a ball emptying orgasm. She's bouncing her jugs rapidly on my shaft and periodically bends down to either spit between her tits or suck loudly on my mushroom. Even adding our grandmother and her knitting circle to our imagined spectators is not enough to hold off the first rumblings of climax deep in my groin. Remembering her hunger, I warn her of the impending release.

"Fucking fill my mouth," she says, releasing my cock from its tit prison and sucking me deep in her mouth. I grab her head, pulling her down until she coughs, my head brushing her throat. I let her pull back, but bring her back and forth rapidly, taking short quick strokes over her wiggling tongue. Her eyes are wide and pleading, hungry for my load. With a barely stifled roar, I begin to fire off in her mouth. She whimpers obediently, the big globs sliding down her throat. Her hunger is evident as not a single drop escapes the vacuum that her mouth has become. When I have given all I have to give, I drop back on the bed, gasping for air. With nary a word, Holly stands to her feet and forcibly lifts my legs onto the bed.

"Gotta get that thing in me before it tries to go down," she explains. I scoot over into the middle of the bed and gentlemanly extend a hand to her as she joins me on the bed. She straddles me smoothly and reaches between us, positioning my still swollen tool in her cunt. She closes her eyes in pleasure as my hands reach up and cradle her swinging tits. With a sharp grunt, she drops her weight upon my pole. Her already wet pussy opens dutifully, allowing me to slide deeply inside of her ultra tight box. Her overtaxed pussy walls flutter around my thickness, squeezing and milking me as she rises up and drops down again sharply. This time she takes me almost all the way in before she stops, rotating her sweet hips, bucking back and forward. The route is loosening slightly, but her experienced muscles continue to squeeze me pleasantly. I drop my hands to her lurching hips and hunch up, my swinging balls smacking up against her taut butt.

"Oh, you sweet fucker you!" Holly moans, fully impaled on my sword. I drop my hips back to the bed, but my hands remain on her hips, helping to raise and lower her as she begins to bounce on my rod. Her eyes are scrunched shut and an undecipherable litany of grunts, groans, and curses emits from between her clenched teeth. Holly's body, especially her tits, shake and shudder as she twitches atop me. I am pleased to note that my cock hasn't flagged for a second; it's still as rigid as it ever was, slicing juicily up into her time and again. Her pace quickens, her hands now braced on either side of my head. I can feel the tickle of her nipples on my hard chest as they flounce back and forth.

"I'm gonna cum baby, oh, make me cum!" Holly screams and I wonder how many of my hotel neighbors have their glass cups pressed tightly against adjoining walls. I decide to add to the cacophony she has sent up.




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"Fuck me Holly! Ride that big fucking dick!" This serves as the impetus to push her over the edge and she plops down fully on my dick, her climax tightening her already tight tunnel. I can feel the splash of her climax on my balls. She's keening and moaning loudly as she collapses atop me, her hips still twitching. Our combined sweat causes us to slip and slide against each other and she almost falls off me before I cradle her body to me and begin to lick and suck her exposed neck. A curtain of hair closes off my view and as her breathing slows, I can feel myself slipping off to sleep, still lodged deep within her.

Sometime in the night, I awaken to the sensation of Holly sucking my dick. I'm rigid in her hand and she's poised on all fours over me. She is doing her best to deep throat me and I wonder how long this has been going on since I already feel that I am close to orgasm. I watch her thick, full lips slurp wetly as she plunges her face rapidly up and down. I reach down and push her long hair to the side. Realizing that I am awake, she grins up at me around my pole. When her other hand slides down the crack of my ass, I lift my hips, certain what's on her mind. She doesn't disappoint, sliding a long, manicured finger right up my ass. She taps my pulsing prostrate and I'm done for, painting her tonsils with the first huge shot. She pulls me out of her mouth and paints her face with the remaining shots. As I watch my frenzied cousin slap my cock on her white streaked face, I am certain that this is the scene I will envision each and every time we baste the turkey at Thanksgiving. 




Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed this one. Like always, I welcome your feedback, both positive and negative. Now go clean yourself up. ;) 



Kissing Cousins - and Much More



My one older cousin (on my father's side of the family) and I were always very close. She is about 5 years older than me and when growing up was quite the tomboy, agreeing to play army, shoot marbles, and so forth. We had a lot of great times together.

Life moved on and the years passed. College came and went for both of us but we stayed in touch, often seeing each other at the family get-togethers over holidays and so forth. And like often happens, some were a little more interesting than others but I'll get to that a little later. 

So, although we ultimately ended up moving to two different states and in spite of the distance between us, we always kept in contact - even after we both married. Sadly, her marriage did not last more than a couple of years – seems she married a guy she thought she would spend the rest of her life with only to find out he was a player among players. 

It broke her heart. I remember talking with her a couple of different times about it and how sad she sounded. She even joked about how she wished she could find a man like me to which I only laughed at and did not give any serious thought. But perhaps I should have...

About a year ago, I got a call from Laura that she was coming to the city where my wife and I live (West Palm Beach, Fla) on business. Her career as an advertising exec had really taken off in spite of her romantic disaster and she was interviewing with a new client the following Monday. She asked if we could get together (the three of us I thought) over the weekend. When I asked my wife (Nicole), she insisted that Laura just stay with us. I relayed that to Laura who politely refused at first because she 'did not want to impose'. But in the end, she agreed. YES! Now, I honestly was not thinking anything sexual because I was married but it had been at least 5-6 years since I had seen Laura and honestly, I wondered if she was still as hot as ever. We chatted a few minutes more and hung up after securing the appropriate airport, time, gate, etc.

Well - when she came through the airport disembarking gate that Friday evening, I got the answer to my question if she still looked hot. She certainly was. If anything, she was even more beautiful than I remembered and looked as if she was even an inch or two taller (I'm a sucker for tall women...). Wearing a powder blue tank top (obviously bra-less judging by the huge nipple erections she was sporting!) and dark blue Capri's, I could barely contain my excitement, having to remind myself that Nicky was standing at my side. Nicky and Laura had met at our wedding and had hit it off wonderfully. After Laura hugged Nicky, it was my turn and it was as if I was dreaming. I could not imagine WHY I was so aroused at the nearness of Laura! I was happily married to a woman who has absolutely no inhibitions whatsoever (even to the point that she insisted on keeping the lactation going after she weaned our youngest – one boy and one girl who was the youngest) earlier in the year, just for my delight) yet, here I was trying to contain a raging erection for my own cousin! What could it be? Was it the primal sexual image still haunting my dreams and masturbatory fantasies? Or, was it simply the sexual aura that Laura always seemed to exude from each and every kissable pore on her body? I noticed my wife's gaze at us hugging (which was certainly a long one) and a slight grin on her face – she had seen the bulge in my cargo shorts.

The weekend went fairly uneventfully. We went home from the airport and Laura showered while we ordered pizza in for dinner. With two children at home it was often easier to eat in than go out and Laura was too tired to go anyhow. We ate, caught up on old times and even shared war stories from our college. But Laura blew me away with the one she saved for last.

"Dan – remember that time you saw me naked at Mom and Dad's house all those years ago just before you graduated from college?"

Gulp! I didn't think she would even remember something that happened that long ago and I certainly never thought she would bring it up – in front of my wife, no less!

"Uh... yeah...", I stammered, feeling my face redden. Those memories came flooding back - me seeing her walk out of the bathroom in a hurry hoping to scamper back to her bedroom because she forgot her shampoo, not realizing that I was coming down the hallway. We were both stunned but she only grinned, ran back into the bathroom and giggled loudly as I tried to cover a tent in my pants. Cousin or not, she was hot. Seeing those nipples of hers was a sight I've never fogotten. But - let's get back to the present...

Laura just laughed at my embarrassment while Nicky looked on with a mischievous grin on her face and then she proceded to tell my wife the whole story – a story I had never shared with her. Nicky grinned even more and reached over under the table to pat my thigh as if to say, "It's ok". I really did appreciate that!

"So, Dan... what did you think when you saw me naked?"

Feeling a bit bolder having gotten Nicky's 'approval', I spoke honestly. "Laura, I thought you were hot. Still, you are my cousin but regardless – I thought you were beautiful!"

It was Laura's turn to be embarrassed. Her face reddened as she lowered her gaze a bit (she has the most beautiful dark brown eyes, quite large and all-enveloping). 

"Aw... Dan. You're just being silly... I wish my ex had felt that way about me. Did you really see me that well?"

Feeling bolder still I joked, "Well enough to tell you that you have a small brown mole just above your hairline – and I'm not talking about the hair on your head, either!"

We all laughed at that one but I had another stiff one in my pants. My wife noticed me shifting a bit for comfort, looked over at me and grinned. My god! This woman thinks it is cute (or romantic) that I am hot for my own cousin? How could that be and how freakin' lucky am I? Of course, I knew nothing would come of it but later that night my wife and I had some of the hottest sex we had had since our honeymoon. Neither of us spoke about Laura but for the oddest of reasons, it was as if we both were thinking of her at the same time. We fell asleep after explosive orgasms and slept like babies until the next morning. 

The rest of the weekend was mostly of sightseeing but there was one sight I saw that I hadn't counted on – Laura's nipples. While out on the back patio on Sunday, I was grilling some burgers and brats and the girls were out on the lounges near the pool. Laura got up and came over to see how the food was coming and stood near me enjoying the smells in warm summer evening's air. Suddenly, a tiny bug crawled up onto her ankle and you would have thought that she had a snake on her! She jumped and yelled and then bent over to smack it away. Well, her bending over allowed her very loose fitting tank top to fall away from her breasts and I had a perfect view down her cleavage. Her tits were amazing and it was obvious that Laura was not a girl who liked to tan all over. They were white- very white; and her thumb-size nipples were so dark and brown, protruding proudly from the mounds. I could not help but stare...

As she stood back up, her top hung up beneath her right nipple, leaving her right breast essentially open to the world and better yet, to my eyes. I didn't care if the food burned black – I had to look. She caught my gaze, realized what had happened but did not react at all as I thought she might. Instead of jerking the fabric to cover herself, she smiled.

"See anything ya like, Dan?" 

Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather! I couldn't even answer and was so red-faced I felt like I may pass out. Laura sort of shrugged her shoulders a bit as she giggled which allowed her breast to shake and free itself of the top. It then was back in hiding – but burned once more into my memory. 

"Nicky – your husband is staring at my boobs!", Laura laughed. 

"I know.... He's a shameless hound dog and does that all the time with all the women we meet. But – I love him and I trust him so don't worry, he's harmless!" laughed Nicky back. "Just ignore him. I'll take care of his problem tonight."

"Well, try and be a little quieter tonight, ok?" tossed back Laura. Oh my God! She had heard us! "You guys sounded so hot that I had to get my vibrator out just to cool off! Much more and I would have had to come in there and joined you, just to get some rest!"

Ok. I could have died at that time, knowing that I had lived a full life. Here was my uber-hot cousin talking about boinking herself with her little friend while listening to Nicky and me have sex (and it wasn't conventional either!) and even insinuating that she would have joined us. Erection time once more.

Nicky just laughed some more and told Laura to come back over by the pool so I wouldn't burn the food. 

Monday was a busy day. Laura had her interview/presentation and I was at work with Nicky home with the kids. Nicky is a lawyer in a pretty large firm with a lot of flexibility in her schedule. She stays home on Mondays and Fridays (actually, WORKS at home I should say) and that way we only have to have her mother come over three days a week to watch them. We could easily afford daycare but Nicky's mom was insistent about keeping them and we finally gave up trying to talk her out of it.

Me? I'm a lawyer too. Actually, I work as counsel to the prosecutor in a neighboring county and it keeps me pretty busy. That's how Nicky and I met - the day of the bar exam. Ironic, huh?

Anyhow, I came home a little early that day knowing that Laura should be finished with her task and be back by 3pm. We had made plans to go out on the boat that evening with Nicky's mom coming over to watch the kids again. So, that is what we did...

After a fantastic evening of cruising up and down the east coast of Florida in the best weather imaginable, we had anchored about 10 miles off shore to watch the slowly setting sun drift downward over the Florida coastline. We still had a few hours of daylight left but not much – it would be dark by 9 or so. 

Nicky had brought along some lobster tails and other great foods in the galley so I fired up the on-board grill and we had a celebratory dinner. Laura had been given the go-ahead from the business she had seen earlier in the day which was worth well over a hundred thousand dollars just in commissions to her alone. We were all happy! 

After the food, we all settled back onto the cushions with me next to Nicky and Laura diagonal from us in a recliner-type all weather chair, the three of sharing some of the finest wine made in Italy. The music was soft, the sky was the darkest of blues with hues of ambers and burgundies, and the sound of sea gulls could be heard in the distance as they hunted for small fish near the surface. It was extremely tranquil...

We must have fallen asleep for a bit because the next thing I realized was that Nicky (at least I hoped it was Nicky) was fondling my cock through my shorts. I woke up and looked down and saw Nicky grinning up at me. With her other hand, she made the "Shhhh" gesture and nodded towards Laura, who was sound asleep in her chair. Looking closely, I noted that Laura had one leg casually tossed over one arm and her white shorts were gaping a bit, exposing her dark triangle. My god in heaven! Nicky whispered...

"Do you see what I see?" I could only nod yes while my erection now stiffened even more. "Wouldn't you like to see more of Laura's cunt?" I could not believe my wife was asking me that – and how should I respond? If I answered honestly, would it piss Nicky off and then she would leave me hanging (or poking straight up I should say)? Or, was she being her usual hyper-sexed self and just providing more erotica for me to consider which would heighten our adventure.

I meekly nodded to the affirmative, taking my chances. To which Nicky surprised me yet again.

"I think I might like to see you see it too... someday, anyhow."

She grinned evilly at me as she unzipped my fly and pulled my member free, engulfing it with her hot mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, she lolled her tongue over the glans, up and down the shaft, slurped on down to take each of my shaved balls into her mouth and then back up to the top, all the while stroking my 7 inch shaft with hand in a twirling, gripping motion. I closed my eyes and rubbed her head softly, enjoying the feel of her hair and the skin on her face and neck. 

Nicky then prodded me to lean over more on the couch so I did. Sensing where she was going with the event, I lay down flat on the cushions and yep, she did what I hoped – she straddled my chest, offering her barely covered labia to my eyes. Nicky is a fan of loose fitting terry shorts when out on the boat, often going without underwear for obvious reasons. They offer immediate access and are extremely comfortable but most of all, they are easy to pull off or aside for a good look, a good feel, a good taste or even a GREAT fuck. And my naughty, naughty wife Nicky loves to fuck.

I reached up and pulled her pink shorts aside, exposing her shaved pussy to my eyes. I've always loved looking at my wife's sex she has very pronounced labia that just beg for you to suck/kiss them. And her taste is beyond description... I won't even try. Suffice it to say that her slit's fluids (and she is a very good wetter) would sustain me for the rest of my life.

Hearing some noise from Laura's direction, Nicky stopped abruptly. Both of us glanced over but saw that she was only slightly re-arranging her position in her sleep. However, her doing so really opened up her thighs and now we both had a wonderful view of Laura's pussy. I could see quite well because it was facing the setting sun and noticed that Laura's love of a closely trimmed bush was still her modus operandi. We could see all of her left labia, the slit and protruding labia minora, and most of her right labia, all the way down to the crack of her ass. My mouth watered even as I eyed Laura as licked my own wife's slathering cunt, her puckered brown anus right on the tip of my nose. I really wanted to lick Laura's too!

"You want her, don't you Dan?", Nicky whispered. 

I didn't respond.

"It's ok, Dan. I understand. It's ok to want. Really..." And with that, she went right back to giving me the blowjob of my life. I erupted in seconds right down my wife's hungry throat. She milked and sucked every last drop of semen from my cock, then tongued the opening at the tip of my cock searching for more. Shortly after I came, she began grinding hard into my face, her ass and pussy on auto-pilot as her body sought release. My lips, chin, nose, mouth – they were all merely tools for her primal urge and desperation for a climax.

And climax she did! 

Nicky is a squirter. Many people say a woman can not ejaculate and to a degree, I agree. But that was until I met Nicky. If she has a strong enough orgasm, she secrets (and often squirts) a clear and colorless fluid from within the walls of her pussy, to which I often am lucky enough to have it shoot directly into my mouth. This was one such event! It's not a lot of volume but just KNOWING it came from my wife's body (like her milk) makes my cock hard again within minutes. 

However, given the intensity of the orgasm she had just given me I knew it would be a while. 

After Nicky's very wet climax, we just continued to lie like that. Her head was on my thigh and I could feel her wet shirt on my stomach – obviously her milk had let down again which usually happened when Nicky went a long time without me draining (or her expressing manually) her milk filled teats. This was one such time and I had noticed earlier that she was approaching engorgement, wanting to suck them and be rewarded yet again with her warm, sweet milk in my mouth.

But as we continued to lay there enjoying the gentle rocking of the boat, I sensed movement to my right. Laura was looking directly at us and smiling the biggest of smiles. Only then did I realize that my wife still had my cock in her hand and against the side of her face, in full view of Laura! We thought she was still asleep. Now, it was MY turn to react to unplanned nudity (not mentioning the oral sex she might have just seen!). But oddly, Nicky did not move. I could feel her stroking my semi-flaccid cock and making soft cooing sounds. Then, she spoke...

"Laura – did you like what you saw?" Laura did not speak but instead adjusted her butt around on the chair to pull her right leg even further open. She then reached down to pull her shorts farther aside, exposing her delicious cunt to our view. 

"What do you think Nicky? You guys put on a great show! Oh – by the way... does this look familiar?" She now completely had her entire mound open for my view and her obviously wet slit was partially opened to the world. I had to see more... but man... this was unbelievable.

I now was even more shocked. Not only was Laura not flagrant in her sexual antics, she had just intimated that just perhaps my wife had seen/done things that I had no clue about! 

"Nicky... what is Laura talking about?"

I heard both girls giggle. "Go on, Nicky – tell him."

"Oh, Dan, it's really nothing. Remember back on the night before our wedding when Laura came to town? She and I ended up going out that evening and she stayed at my place – remember?"

"Yes." Where was this going?

"Well, long story short Dan – Laura and I had sex that night. You know I'm bi, right?"

Of course I did! It was one of my greatest fantasies to see my wife go down on another woman or to see another woman's breasts or labia in my wife's mouth!

She didn't wait to answer because she knew the answer.

"Well, we both were feeling a little goofy, one thing led to another, we took a shower together and the next thing we both know, we're naked in bed, our heads between each other's legs!"

Both girls were now silent, waiting to see my reaction. Actually, Nicky could feel it and Laura could see it; I was beginning to harden.

"So see, honey? That's why I don't care if you look at Laura's vagina – I've already been there."

Maybe it was the wine or the sun. Maybe it was the fact my wife's nearly bare cunt was in my face. Maybe it was because I was able to stare at the pussy of a woman who was incredibly beautiful and who also was a blood relative. I don't know – it just was so damned erotic to know that Laura watched . But I also knew that I had to take a piss.

"Nicky? Would you get up for a moment, let go of my cock and let me go pee? I promise – I will be RIGHT back!"

"Dan?" It was Laura. "If you have to go pee, just stay right there, ok?"

It was then that Nicky finally got up off of me. My genitals were still exposed but hell, I didn't even care anymore. In fact, I WANTED Laura to look at them. 

She got up and walked over next to me, shedding her shorts and top as she stopped before and kneeled. She reached over and took my still semi-hard cock in her hand.

"Dan? Will you pee for me? Right here?"

Good lord! Where will it end? My cousin wants me to pee while she holds my cock. Now, the boat is washable, that's for sure. And Nicky and I have often played watersport games out on the ocean like it appeared Laura wanted. One of my favorite things for Nicky to do is to squat over my cock and pee on me or, squat over my face and pee into my mouth. She also likes for me to do the same for her, both of us enjoying what we can drink and/or see. Apparently, Nicky had shared this fetish with Laura.

I just smiled at her and nodded. But she surprised me again.

She laid her head down on my abdomen and began to lower her mouth over my shaft. I watched Nicky bend over Laura's back a bit to see better. Just before she enveloped the head of my cock, she spoke once more...




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"Dan... piss in my mouth, ok? I want to drink your pee."

And then, she put her lips over the head of my cock and I could begin to feel a slight sucking as she tried to bring my golden liquid to her hungry mouth. I yielded.... Shyly at first, but I yielded.

I relaxed my bladder and let it go. It was hot and warm and some of it dribbled out of the corners of Laura's mouth but honestly, she drank nearly all of it. After she was certain my bladder was empty, she pulled my now fiercely hard cock free of her lips and bend over to lick the droplets she had spilled from her mouth onto my groin and abdomen. She loved it, I loved it and it was only then that I noticed Nicky was masturbating herself.

My own wife, frigging her clit, watching my female cousin suck my cock and drink my pee. How great is THAT? But like they say on the TV info-mercials – but wait, there's more.

MUCH more... 

(To be continued...)



Kissing Cousins Ch. 1



"So have you seen the Cousin?" Chuck asked me excitedly almost as soon as I was in the door.

"Isn't that one of those talky French movies?" I replied not sure of what he was talking about. "I thought you didn't go in for that sort of stuff."

"No, Man. Jackie Jacob's cousin," he said. "She is unbelievable!"

"Is she the new girl who's supposed to start in the warehouse office today?"

"You bet. We've been buds a long time, so you know what I mean when I say that she is a stone fox. Built like a brick shithouse!" he said emphatically but with a sly smile.

Chuck was my best friend at work and we had worked together for a long while. Normally I worked the early shift and he worked days, but my band had an audition this morning and Chuck and I had switched. You see, we both worked in the commissary for a big family-owned restaurant chain, a fact that fit what each of us were into perfectly. I could play gigs at night with my band, make it into work by three a.m., put in my time and be home before noon. Chuck, on the other hand liked to sleep in late so he could be in to relieve me and still get off work in time to hit the clubs at night. We still had time to pal around on the weekends. We were often referred to as Mutt 'n' Jeff since Chuck was as short as I was tall. 

"What does she look like?" I asked with my curiosity building.

"Oh, you'll know it when you see her!"

"Hey, Guys!" came the voice of Dave Wilken, our boss. "There's someone here I'd like you to meet."

Dave came walking up escorting a tall dark beauty. Chuck gestured to indicate that this was who had been talking about. She was gorgeous, probably five-ten or more, with long dark brown hair that ended just north of her butt, and big dark eyes, and a magnificent rack that swayed wondrously as she strolled up. She was wearing the kind of look I had seen many times before, that of a self assured young woman who knows that she's hot looking.

"Robby, Chuck, this is Denise Jacobs," Dave said, waving his hand between this ravishing young beauty and us. "She' be working with Sue and Chrissy over in the office."

"Nice to meet you," she said, extending her hand toward me with a smile that showed off her bright white teeth and full dark rosy lips. "Chuck, is it?"

"No, I'm Robby," I replied taking her soft hand in mine and giving it a polite shake. "Robby Scott. This is Chuck."

"Hi ya," said Chuck shaking her hand excitedly.

"Nice to meet you too," she said to Chuck with a smile before looking back to me. "You're the rock star aren't you?"

"Well, I don't know about that," I laughed off modestly. "I just play in a band."

"I know, Jackie took me to The Red Carpet a few weeks ago for one of your gigs," she said. "But we never had the chance to meet, I guess."

I remembered the gig that she was referring to. We played a weekend at the Red Carpet Lounge over on the Eastside. A lot of folks from work who live on that side of town came out to see us play on Saturday night. It was such a wild time and I didn't have time to greet everyone. I was sure that I would have remembered meeting her.

"That was a fun gig for us. Hope you enjoyed it," I said.

Dave took her by the arm and began to pull her away.

"There's a bunch of other people we've got to meet," he said.

"See you around," I called out as they began to move away.

"Nice to have met you," she said with a little wave, and then added, "Both of you."

I noticed as she moved away how her nipples were stiffening up enough to show through her clothes. I also thought I noticed that she licked her lips and gave me a wink. Then I thought again that maybe I was only imagining things. I know I'm an okay looking guy and I've never had problems with the ladies, particularly by playing in a rock 'n' roll band. But there was something in her smile and wink that called out to me.

"Did you check that out?" Chuck asked as he nudged me.

I was so busy checking out her skinny little butt and long legs that I almost didn't hear what he said.

"What's that?" I replied, absentmindedly. "D'jou say something?"

"Did you check that out, Man? If I didn't know better, I'd say she was sending out "the signal" Man. And I don't think it was for me. I mean, she's a little too tall for me, you know."

"Oh, really," I said looking at my diminutive friend. "Maybe so."

"So what do you think, Boys?" said Mike Mikular from the sales department as he came up behind us, giving us each a jab in the ribs. Mike was something of a bore but a decent guy just the same. "That's some pretty nice pussy on the troll don't you think?"

"Yeah, and she was almost slobbering all over Robby here," Chuck cracked.

"Oh, really?" said Mike. "I heard that she went for athletic types. You know she was working for a while out at the Stadium. Wilkins was saying that she screwed her way through the entire staff and had started on the team before getting transferred here."

"Well, we'll see about that," I said, watching Dave and Denise turn the corner out of sight. "Don't believe everything you hear."

"Besides, when did that ever matter?" Chuck cracked.

The rest of the workday went pretty smooth, although there was always a bunch of stuff to do on days that I wasn't used to working on mornings. By the late afternoon, I had gathered up the daily production worksheets and was sitting in the office entering the data in a computer terminal. Denise had apparently finished her on-the-job training and was busying herself with some things Sue or Chrissy had given her to do. I finished my entry and had turned away from the terminal to organize my papers when she got up and came over to my desk.

"So is your band playing anywhere this weekend?" she asked, standing directly in front of me.

I let my eyes rise up slowly to take in her figure before stopping at her big dark eyes. She was wearing a pair of tan slacks and a thin blue sweater over a brightly colored blouse. I could again see her nipples pointing out from her beautiful large breasts. She had such beautiful smooth olive skin, keeping in with her Lebanese heritage. Her nose was a little large, but not at all unattractive. Her eyes were large and dark, and sparkled wonderfully. 

I could see the family resemblance between her and her cousin, Jackie, who was a beauty of living legend status in the company. Jackie had married Freddie, the son of the owners, who was really kind of a doofus and not all that good looking, but he had money and position and that was apparently what she was looking for. Jackie was a very pretty girl, shorter than her young cousin, with dark green eyes and the kind of body that most men dream of, slender but with curves in all the right places and large firm breasts that required great effort not to stare at. I remembered first meeting her at a company party before they were married when I had volunteered to tend the bar. I tried to mix her the best vodka martini I could make and always looked her straight in the eyes. Apparently that had made a difference because ever since, she had always kind of taken a shine to me. I had always thought that if I was going to quit my day job that I might make a play for her, since hearing the rumors that things weren't going too well between her and Freddie.

"We're playing at The Painted Pony down river on Friday and Saturday," I replied, looking into her great dark eyes.

"Where's that?"

"Down in Taylor, on Eureka road. Doors open at 8 p.m."

"Maybe I can get Jackie out of the house and come see you guys," she said, leaning forward. "I thought you guys were really good."

"Thanks."

She leaned farther forward rested her hands on the desk, letting her breasts push out farther against her blouse and sweater. The dark valley between her breasts opened wider. The evil side of me was tempted to reach up with a finger and pull the v-neck down, but I resisted. I could tell from her expression that she was sending out "The Signal" because I could hear it loud and clear. I also knew there was a bulge growing in my pants and that I should get going before I said something stupid.

"Well, I've got to get these filed back in the bakery and get out of here," I said, getting up from the desk.

"Sure thing," she said straightening up. "See you tomorrow."

"I'll be working my normal early shift so I'll see you when you get in."

"See ya," she said, giving me a little finger wave.

I smiled and made a quick exit. My stiff white starched cotton uniform probably didn't do much to perk her interest, but I was sure that she watched me leave because I feel her gaze on my butt. Since Sue was married and Chrissy was messing around with the warehouse VP it felt nice to have an available young woman to fool around with. We'll see if what Mikular said about her reputation was true.

I saw her just briefly during the next couple of days. I was often so busy keeping the line working that there was little time for hanging out in the office. She did make it a point to bring the order reports in and hand them to me personally each day. Fortunately or not, every time that she tried to say something personal to me I was interrupted by an employee needing my attention. I hoped that she didn't think I was trying to brush her off. Now, I had noticed that she was taking the early lunch so that Sue and Chrissy could go later, so I decided to sit the office around noon to make out the reports that I normally did at the desk in the bakery.

She was sitting at her new desk doing something on the computer when I strolled in. She glanced up with a surprised look on her face that turned into a big smile when she recognized me. I went over to the spare desk and sat down.

"I need a quiet place to get this stuff done without being interrupted," I remarked.

"I noticed that you're a pretty busy guy," she said.

"Sometimes too busy," I replied, as I began to spread out my papers.

We worked in silence for a while, she tapping away on her computer and I scratching away on my report forms. From time to time, I noticed that she would look over in my direction and when I looked up to return her glance she would smile modestly and turn back to her work. She was wearing a beige vest and slacks with a bright flowery print blouse underneath. From time to time, she would lean back in her chair and stretch her arms above her head.

"I don't know if I'll ever get used to this data entry stuff," she remarked, reaching back to rub her neck. "I'm used to moving around more."

"I've heard you're a mover," I remarked.

"Oh, you have, have you?" she said, her smile getting broader. "And just what else have you heard about me?"

"You know, just guy talk."

"Like what?"

"Well, that you became pretty popular while you were working at the Stadium."

"I did have a lot of boyfriends, if that's what you mean. I'll admit that I do have a stronger appetite than a lot of other women. But what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing at all to me," I said. "It's just that some guys want their girlfriends to be faithful only to them, even if they aren't themselves."

"I learned about that firsthand," she said, her bright look fading a little. "I never broke a promise, but then I never made a promise that I couldn't keep."

"I can respect that," I replied. "I don't ask questions when I may not want to hear the answer."

We turned back to our work for a few more minutes.

"So what have you heard about me?" I asked, looking up.

"That you're a really nice guy for a musician type. You like to have fun and never spend too much time with any one girl."

"Fair enough," I replied.

After working in silence for a few more minutes, I ran out of production forms.

"Oh, man!" I said, with mock disgust. "I just ran out of production forms."

"I know where those are!" Denise said. "I'll get some for you!"

She jumped up from her chair and disappeared into the storeroom for a minute. She returned with a small stack of the forms.

"Here you are," she said dropping them on the desk in front of me.

I looked up to see her lean forward and set her hands on the desk as she had the other day. Her large full breasts surged forward straining the buttons of her vest and blouse to the limit. As I looked up into her large dark eyes and remembered my afterthoughts from the other day, I reached out with my finger and flicked at the buttons on her vest. 

"I'm no structural engineer, but I think your outfit is in trouble," I said, my finger toying with the buttons.

"What do you mean?" she asked, leaning still farther forward, her luscious boobs making my mouth water.

"Well, for one thing the buttons are too small and not attached real well," I began. "And second, you're obviously well built and that outfit is definitely not."

"And the consequences are?" she said pressing her breasts forward yet farther.

"Embarrassing garment failure," I said.

With a flick from my fingers, the little buttons popped through the holes of her vest and her breasts surged against the thin material of her blouse, which spread open exposing the luscious round curves of her breasts and revealing the lace edging of her royal blue bra.

"Oh, my!" she said with a playful little girlish squeal. She looked around and noticed that her back was to the windows lining the corridor and that no one would be able to see her exposed cleavage. "Now, look what you've done!"

"I'm sorry," I said with a mock regret in my voice. "I'm such a bad boy, I just couldn't help myself."

I noticed that she wasn't moving to close up her clothes or cover herself. I pushed my finger forward toward the lovely valley between her boobs. I touched the lace edging of her bra and traced the upper outline of it up along the warm soft curve of her breast. Reaching the satiny strap I tucked my finger down into the cup and brought my finger back down toward the center of her chest letting my finger rub against her hardening nipple. Not letting my gaze drop away from her wonderful dark eyes, I noted the front clasp the bra and then worked my finger up under the cup holding her other breast. I let my finger dwell for a moment when it encountered her stiffening nipple. I noticed that her cheeks were becoming flushed and how she ran her tongue around her lips to moisten them.

"You are a bold one," she said, without moving away from my touch.

"Well, I don't like to waste an opportunity when I see something appealing. And you do have a beautiful pair."

"Thank you," she said, with a gasp as I retrieved my finger. I could see that my movement had tweaked her nipples so close to the edge of her bra that they were peeking out. "But you should know that you shouldn't start something that you don't intent to finish."

"And I never have," I replied.

The sound of the office door opening brought us back to reality. It was Chuck coming in to say hello. As he entered the room, Denise smiled at me and turned away from him. She slipped into the storeroom for a couple of minutes while Chuck and I chatted for a few minutes. She came out carrying a box of envelopes and settled back at her desk. I paused at the door for a moment as I followed Chuck out.

"I'll stop back on my way out," I said with a wink.

She smiled and waved her finger.

"So are you making any headway?" Chuck asked when I caught up to him.

"I think so," I replied. "Let's say that things are looking up."

I went on to brief Chuck so that he was set up to run the afternoon shift and then changed to get ready to leave. I was brushing out my shoulder length hair as I stepped out of the changing room and bumped into Denise who was carrying a stack of reports along the corridor toward the front office. The reports slipped out of her arms and spilled onto the floor.

"Oh, great!" she said, squatting down to gather them up.

"I'm sorry, Denise," I said, dropping down to help her. "I'm really sorry."

"That's okay," she replied. As she reached forward to grab a couple errant packets, her vest and blouse popped open again and her breasts spilled out, barely restrained by her bra. "And now look at what else you've done."

"That's right, it's all my fault," I chuckled.

"I'll never be able to wear this outfit again," she said, trying to button up again.

"Just be careful when you lean forward," I said, noting that she didn't seem to be too upset. "Hey, I'll tell you what. Why don't you let me make it up to you by taking you out to dinner tonight?"

Having pulled together all of the spilled reports, we stood up. She straightened herself and patted the errant buttons into place. She looked at me for a moment before answering.

"I suppose that's the least you can do. What do you have in mind?"

"Why don't I pick you up at your place after work? I was thinking of Mario's on Second Avenue."

"That's a nice restaurant. Sure," she agreed.

"Great!"

"You know, I rode in with Jackie this morning. Why don't you pick me up here?"

"Fine. About four thirty then?"

"Yeah. That will be fine!"

I stepped to the side of the corridor and let her move past toward the front office. There certainly was something about the way her butt swayed along with her long dark ponytail. I noticed that there was no visible panty line showing on her butt, the perfect curves of her tight ass nicely filling out her slacks.

I rushed home to shower and get ready. I parked my van on the side of the drive and got my vintage Chevy Super Sport out of the garage and took it to the car wash to clean it up. I figured that it would be more befitting my rock 'n' roll image than the van. I had just pulled up by the front office when I saw Denise come out of the front door with Jackie. I revved the engine and waved them over.

"Wow, this is really Sixties!" Jackie said, her dark green eyes twinkling.

"Nice ride!" Denise remarked.

"Jump in and I'll give you a ride!" I offered.

"No thanks," Jackie replied. "I have a husband to go home to and cook dinner. But you two have a good time!"

Denise jumped in and we took off waving to Jackie as she climbed into her Mercedes.

"This is really in great shape!" she complimented, as she ran her fingers over the side panel and dashboard. "It's like being in a time machine."

"I've had it since high school. It's my baby, you could say. I like to keep her clean."

"She's female?"

"Sure. I mean, check out the late 60s styling, the way the curve of the fenders, and the way she growls when I put my foot down."

Denise laughed as she rolled down the window, removed her hair tie, and shook her head to let it flow loose in the breeze. She ran her fingers through her long hair and smiled as we moved deftly out into traffic.

"Do you want to head to the restaurant or would you rather go home and freshen up?"

"I would like to change," she said fingering the top of her vest. She gave me directions to her apartment that was several minutes away. "You know, you had quite an effect on me this afternoon."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, for one thing, I had to put on a fresh pair of panties."

"Whoa," I remarked. "I didn't know that I had that sort of effect on women."

"You do on this one. I couldn't stop thinking about the touch of your finger on me. I have been so hot ever since."

"To be honest, you've had a similar effect on me. I haven't been able to get rid of this hard on since early this afternoon."

"You sleaze! Really?" she said looking over at my crotch. She slipped her hand over to my lap and ran her palm over me. She let her fingers slip around my lap outlining the extent of my stiffening penis. "So I can see. I figured that you were nicely hung, most tall guys are, but this feels real nice."

"Are you always this forward with men?" I asked.

"Not all. Just the ones I'm really interested in."

She kept running her hand back and forth across my crotch. She leaned over to me and began to lick my ear.




Kissing Cousins Ch. 1



"Come on!" I complained. "I'm driving the car."

"Sorry," she said, sitting back in her seat, but leaving her hand in my lap. "You aren't wearing any underwear are you?"

"Takes one to know one," I replied.

"Ooh, baby!" she cooed. "You are so hot, I want suck your cock!"

"What?"

"You have me so turned on that I want to whip out your cock and blow you right here on the highway."

I looked over to her, taking in the look of lust that was sweeping over her young face.

"Only if you show me your tits," I replied without blinking.

"You sleaze!" she replied. "Right here in traffic?"

"Well, you want to pull my dick out right here in traffic. What's fair is fair."

Denise pulled her hand back and began to finger the buttons on her vest.

"All right."

One by one she opened up each button on her vest and then pulled it open. She then slowly unfastened each button of her blouse and pulled the brightly colored print material to the side revealing the lacy royal blue bra that could barely contain her full breasts. She looked out the car window and slipped down a little in her seat before releasing the clasp of her bra.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she laughed nervously as she pulled the cups away from her wonderful breasts. The breeze coming in through the car window brushed against her sensitive nipples making them stand out like No. 2 pencil erasers. "You are definitely a bad influence!"

"And you are definitely beautiful," I said stealing a long glance at her.

"You like my big tits, Robby?" she asked leaning over to brush them against my arm.

"They are very nice," I remarked noting her dark rosy aureoles puckering up and her nipples that were now standing straight out.

"Oh, Robby," she said letting her hands fall back into my lap. "You have got me so hot I just have to suck your cock!"

Without another word, she unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. She quickly brought it to attention with a few strokes of her hands. She brought her mouth down to kiss it, lick it, and suck it into her mouth. Soon she was taking nearly the full length into her mouth as I maneuvered the car through traffic on the way to her place. Up and down she bobbed her head, slurping my stiff cock into her hot eager mouth. I was glad that we were soon pulling into the parking lot of her apartments building.

"You like the way I suck your cock?" she asked needlessly.

"Oh, yeah!" I remarked. "But I'm not sure you want your neighbors to know."

She looked up from giving me head to see one of the neighbors coming out to her car.

"Oh, my God!" she said sitting up and pulling her blouse together. "You must think I'm a real slut!"

"Not at all," I replied. "I don't pass judgments on character, just performance. And you are great!"

She quickly fastened up her bra and blouse and gathered her purse and things together. I stuffed my cock back into my pants and followed her up to her apartment.

"I just want to freshen up a bit," she said fumbling through her purse for the keys.

She opened the door and we stepped through. As she closed the door behind her, I leaned toward her to kiss her on the lips. The next thing I knew our arms were wrapped around each other and I was pushing her up against the door, our lips and tongues melting together in a blur of passion. Our hands rushed over each other's body, hers on my chest and arms and belly and cock, mine on her breasts and shoulders and waist and ass. I slipped her vest off and brought my hands up to unfasten her blouse. She gasped when I ended up just pulling it apart, snapping off more than one button, and let it fall to the floor. I reached to the clasp of her bra.

"Are you going to rip off all my clothes?" she asked eagerly.

"Do you want me to?"

"Well, this is one of my favorite bras," she said arching her back a bit to push her breasts out.

"I can see why," I said, retracing the lace edging along the cups with my fingers. "You are so beautiful!"

I slowly let my fingers dance along the delicate material and the satiny straps rising up to her trembling shoulders. I hooked my fingers under the straps and eased them off her shoulders, pulling the cups down and away from her gorgeous boobs. As I pulled the bra toward her waist, the clasp fell apart and I let it fall to the floor. I cupped each breast and kissed it tenderly at first, feeling the nipples tighten up beneath the pressure of my kisses. I drew circles around them with my tongue, lightly kissing and gently squeezing her tits until she began to moan with pleasure.

"Oh, suck my tits, Robby!" she cried out as I buried my face in her soft full flesh.

As I sucked first one nipple, then the other, and then back I let my hand fall down toward her pussy. I could feel the dampness of her excitement through her slacks and panties. She began to moan and writhe as I worked on her tits and pussy at the same time.

"Oh, God, Robby!" she cried out. "You are driving me crazy!"

I didn't say a word by kept at my attentions. I pulled her away from the door and turned her around to pull her ass back against my hard cock. Although she was wearing flat shoes, her height put her ass at just the right position to ride on my cock. With one hand up to cup and caress her breasts, I kept the other down on her pussy, pressing my fingers into the folds of her twat through her clothes. Her hips began to swivel as I fingered her.

"Oh, you are so hot, Denise!" I breathed into her ear. When I kissed it and licked at it, I thought she was going to explode. "You are so beautiful and I want you so badly! Do you want me?"

"Oh, God, Robby!" she cried. "Oh, God! I want you to fuck me!"

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me, Robby!" she called out louder.

"Not so fast," I said, turning her back around and kissing her fully on the lips again. "One thing at a time."

As my anxious hands found the button and zipper for her slacks, she pulled my shirt open, sending buttons flying.

"Two can play that game!" she said, running her hands over my bare chest, her fingertips twiddling with my nipples. Her hands sank down to my jeans and quickly opened them up. My cock practically leapt out of its confinement as she pushed the jeans down past my hips. Kicking off my topsiders, I pulled off my jeans and stood before her fully naked. She ran her hand over every part of my body that she could reach. I got the zipper of her slacks down and pushed them past her hips. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out.

"You have a beautiful body, Robby," she remarked running her hands over me. "Nice and trim, just enough hair but not too much. Look at these shoulders and arms. You're not the scrawny rock 'n' roller type at all."

"I want to keep myself in good shape, I told you," I said.

My hands were exploring the inner reaches of her panties. Her pussy was hot and wet and ready for my eager fingers. She spread her legs slightly apart and let me slip my fingers between her labia and greeted me with her hard little clitoris. Her hips began to swivel again and she started to moan loudly. 

I kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, and kept working my way down toward her pussy. Looping my fingers through the waistband of her little panties, I slipped them down past her hips and down her long shapely legs. As soon as they were down to her ankles, she stepped out, spread her legs even father apart and pushed her eager wet pussy toward my face. I hungrily let my lips and tongue seek out her twat. Although she obviously didn't shave her pussy, she did keep it trimmed. The scent of her hot sweet sex greeted me as I pressed in closer. Her moans and motions got wilder when I worked my tongue on her clit and brought my fingers up and slipped them into her dripping cunt.

"Oh, Robby!" she cried out in between moans of passion. "Uh! Uh! Oh! Uh!"

I couldn't believe how dripping wet she became as I ate her out. She raised a leg up and draped it over my shoulder pulling my face closer to her and practically impaling her pussy on my fingers and face. I reached back and cupped her ass to hold her at the best height for sucking on her hard clit. Soon she was clutching at my shoulders for support and arching her back in ecstasy.

"Robby, I'm coming!" she shouted. "God Dammit! You're making me come already!"

I tried to hold up but couldn't stop as she exploded all over my face.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she kept calling out again and again.

As her orgasm began to fade, she pushed me backward and I lay back onto the rug by the door. She dropped to her hands and knees, her breasts swaying down near my excited upright dick.

"One good turn deserves another!" she said taking my cock in both hands and wiggling it between her breasts. "Do you want to fuck my tits, Robby? Do you want to cum on my big tits?"

"Suck my cock first," I suggested.

She flicked her tongue around her lips and holding them in a near perfect circle, she slowly let them fall toward my cock as if by instinct, her eyes never leaving mine. Slowly at first but with increasing speed she began to bob up and down on my cock, taking more and more with each stroke. My head involuntarily fell back in ecstasy. For a moment I thought I heard her gag as she took me down her throat a few times. She pulled up and stroked me with her hand.

"My, God! I didn't think you were that long!" she said letting a big drop of spit flow down her tongue and onto the head of my dick. "You want me to suck your dick. I'm going to suck your dick!"

She dropped her head down again on me and took it all in without a sound. Up and down she worked her mouth and tongue, her hands cradling my balls gently. I reached out to take hold of her head, more like holding on than to direct her action, for she surely knew what she was doing.

"Oh, Denise!" I called out. "Suck my cock! Suck it all! Just like that!"

Within minutes my cock had grown as large as it had ever been, larger even than when I had been entertained by the Plaster Casters (but that's another story!). She devoured it hungrily; careful to stroke when she needed to take a well-deserved breath. She began to lick my balls and took turns sucking each one inside her hot wet mouth, before returning her attentions to my cock. Soon, between the wonderful movements of her hands and mouth, she had brought me to the brink of orgasm.

"Are you ready to fuck my tits now?" she asked, moving so that her swaying tits straddled my enlarged cock.

"What about your pussy?" I asked. "Don't you want me to fuck your pussy first?"

"Oh, so you want my pussy, eh?" she asked. "You want this fat old thing, do you?"

"Yeah, I want your pussy!" I called out as she slapped my cock back and forth on her extended tongue.

"How much do you want my pussy?"

"How much do you want my cock?"

"Do you think your cock is big enough to please me?"

"Do you think your pussy can handle all of me?"

"Oh, shut up!" she cried out, as she moved her hips up to straddle mine. "And fuck me!"

With one deft movement she settled her wet ready cunt right down on my cock riding the shaft all the way to the base. Placing her hands on my shoulders she began to fuck me right on the living room rug beside our heap of discarded clothing. Although she was a big tall girl, she kept her weight up as she rocked me, touching me only with her hands on my shoulders and her pussy on my cock. We fell into a delicious rhythm, timing our thrusts perfectly; bringing our hips together and separating to maximize the stroke without letting my cock slip out. I reached up to cup her full breasts swaying near my face. She got into it as I pushed up and squeezed them, fingering her nipples and then licking them. After riding on top of me for several minutes, she rose up and got onto her hands and knees.

"Take me from behind, Robby," she implored me. "Fuck me doggy style."

Who was I to deny her the pleasure? I found the sight of her ass poised for me unbelievably breathtaking. She had a skinny little butt, small when compared to her large breasts, but it was supple and curvy and I couldn't resist kneeling behind and plowing into her pussy with every inch of my cock. She rocked back wildly, thrusting against my hips, the cheeks of her ass slapping at my sweaty belly. I held her hips for a while, then reached down to fondle her breasts, then rose back up on my knees to thrust my cock deep into her slippery pussy. She tossed her head back, her long dark hair spilling onto her back and over her shoulders. I gathered up her hair and used it like a set of reins to ride her. It felt as if she came at least once before collapsing down on the rug. She rolled over and I lay on top of her, encircling her shoulders and head with my arms.

"Good, God! Where have you been all my life?" I said out of breath. "Now that's what I call fucking!"

"We are pretty good together," she said, slipping her arms around me for a hug. "But don't get too used to it. You know I like to play the field."

"And so do I," I responded. "But if you ever need a workout you where to find me."

My hard cock still wet with the sticky sweet juice of her pussy was knocking at her door again. I reached down to rub the head back and forth on her wet pussy lips.

"I'm really getting kind of sore down there," she said gingerly. "I've been coming all over the place, but you haven't yet have you?"

"No, but I'll be ready real soon."

"Do you want to come, Robby?" she asked foolishly. "Do you want me to suck you off?

"Actually, I had something else in mind," I said reaching down to pull her legs up.

"Anything for you, Babe!" she answered.

"Anything?" I asked.

"What do you have in mind?"

As I guided her long lovely legs up and bent them toward her chest, her pussy and ass began to rise. When the cheeks of her ass parted, I could clearly see the puckered dark rosebud of her asshole. I let my cock slip down to knock at her back door.

"I've never been fucked up the ass," she said apprehensively.

"Would you like to try?"

"There's something really nasty about being fucked up the ass."

"Would you like to try it?"

"Does it hurt? I've heard it hurts."

"Maybe a little at first, but I promise to take it slow, all right?"

"For you, Babe, anything!"

"I'll be gentle. I promise."

Using my fingers to spread some of her pussy juice on her asshole and adding a lot of spit, I was able to get her ass ready for my cock. I inserted one finger and let her relax for a few moments, then inserted a second, then a third finger. Soon, I had her anus spread open enough to introduce the head of my cock. My dick was so stiff with anticipation that there was no trouble pushing it inside. She gasped loudly as the head entered her hot ass. She grabbed her legs and pulled them up to her shoulders. I let her tight ass clutch at the head of my dick for a few moments before pushing in farther.

"Oh, my God! It hurts! Sort of! Oh, God!" she called out.

I paused to let her get stretched out and used to the feeling. I began to finger her pussy and clit as I began to gently push inside of her. Slowly her ass relaxed and she began to pull me by the hips to start stroking gently back and forth. After a few minutes she was getting off on my cock fucking her ass while my fingers toyed with her clit.

"Oh, God! That's better!" she cried out. "Oh, God! Fuck my asshole, Robby! Fuck me in the ass!"

Soon we were thrusting like wild animals again raising the heat of passion. She let her legs fall back and perched her ankles on my shoulders. This gave me a terrific view of her big firm tits as they bounced back and forth in concert with the movements of our lovemaking. She called out in ecstasy as I pushed deeper and deeper into her ass. The tightness of her sphincter gripping me soon brought me to the point of no return. I could feel the pressure of my hot cum building up inside me.

"Oh, Baby! I'm going to come!" I cried out. "Oh, Baby! I'm going to come!"

Following one last great thrust, I pulled my cock out of her ass and pointed it toward her belly. I began to stroke it, but she grabbed it and pushed my hands away. She pulled me toward her tits and I began to explode all over them. I had jerked off on a belly and ass and tits before, but never this intensely. My cum spurted out and splashed onto her tits and up to her neck. The second burst shot out even farther onto her face. She stroked me expertly several times, letting my cum cover her tits and belly. She wiped my spent cock all over her luscious body. I lay down with her and kissed her, letting my tongue probe inside her mouth. She returned my kisses warmly.

"I can't believe I did that," she remarked and we held each other closely. "I told myself that I would never let a man fuck me up the ass. But here you went and did it. And I really dug it!"

"I actually prefer doggy style, but that was fun too," I said.

All of a sudden she began to laugh strangely.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Jackie was telling me once that she wanted Freddie to fuck her like that, you know, in the ass, and he refused to do it."

"He wouldn't?" I asked, picturing the gorgeous cousin, Jackie on all fours begging for it and Freddie refusing. "God, he's a bigger asshole than I thought!"

"Nope, he said it was disgusting," she replied.

"Now, let me get this straight," I said nearly laughing out loud. "The guy who sits in the picture window looking out onto the entire commissary picking his nose in front of everyone thinks that anal sex is disgusting?"

"Yep!" she replied.

"I don't know what your cousin sees in him."

"Neither does the rest of the family," she said, bringing me closer for another kiss, her tongue probing all over my mouth.

"So, tell me. Do you have any more tricks up your sleeve?" she asked.

"A few," I replied. "But let's take them slowly, one at a time. Okay?"

"Sure thing," she said, looking up at me with those big dark sparkling eyes. "One thing at a time."

We showered together and got dressed. She lent me an old shirt and we ended up going to Mario's on Second Avenue for a long slow dinner. She wore a nice print dress with only a pair of stockings. During dinner we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. At one point I was sure that the waiters could see under the tablecloth how my hand had wandered up between her legs and my fingers had disappeared between the folds of her pussy. Later, as we sat in my car outside her apartment building, we snuggled and kissed.

"I should really be going in now," she said sadly.

"I know, It's late and all that," I replied. "You want to do this again sometime?"

"I don't know. We'll see. Goodnight!" she said, giving me a final peck on the lips and slipping out of the car.

I watched her stroll up the walkway and slip inside, the image of her long hair swishing from side to side and the wiggle of her little butt etched itself into my mind. I took a deep breath and took off for home.

*** To be continued *** 



Kissing Cousins Ch. 2



It didn't take long to figure out Denise's modus operandi, or so I thought. The day after our "date" she was friendly enough, but by the third day I could see she had set her sights on Dave Wilken. It was pretty obvious from the way she always happened to be around him. When I saw the two of them heading over to the restaurant for lunch, the thought that our encounter had been just a one-night stand came home to me. It bothered me a bit since I really liked her and the sex had been outstanding, fantastic really, but I had been warned in advance and was a big enough boy to understand what was going on.

"I hear your girlfriend is hanging all over Wilken like a cheap suit in a hurricane," Chuck kidded me that afternoon.

"Easy come, easy go," I said trying to sound flip, even though it hurt a little.

"I wonder if I have a chance at that," Chuck mused.

"Bring your stepladder and get in line," I replied to my short buddy.

By Friday night, I had pretty much forgotten about it, or at least had put it out of mind. I've grown used to how life moves with you or without you, and besides, the band had a weekend gig at the Painted Pony and we had always had a great time there. Of course, the fact that Friday night was the unofficial singles night and there would be all sorts of available young women may have had something to do with it as well.

The evening started out well and only got better. Our soundman, Donny, had everything tweaked just right and had even set up some extra stage lights to play around with. The rhythm section, Danny on drums and Rick on bass, were tight as a full keg. My old pal Ray, who played keyboards and guitar, and I had a blast trading licks as we blasted through our first set of current hits. Early in the first set we liked to show off a bit and play our dueling lead guitar act during an old Lynrd Skynrd hit. We were a decent bar band; we knew how to get the crowd on their feet and keep them dancing. The bar owners liked that since active dancers became active drinkers.

It was toward the end of our second set when I noticed a pair of familiar figures taking up a table just off the dance floor on my side of the room. When I was able to get a good look, I could clearly make out the long tall outline of Denise Jacobs. As the lights brightened up I could see her companion was her cousin, Jackie. I nodded in their direction and they lifted their glasses in a toast. As Ray introduced the next song as a Lady's Choice and urged the women in the crowd to select their dance partner, I was surprised to see Denise and Jackie get up and move out onto the dance floor together. Understandably they were the only same-sex couple in this very traditional middle class neighborhood bar, but then no one else seemed to mind. 

Certainly not me, since they moved to the dance floor right in front of me and began to dance, each one taking turns facing me and shaking her thing. Denise was very athletic, moving and swaying her tall body to the music very smoothly and expressively. Jackie moved in a way I could only say was exotic. I thought maybe because of her Lebanese heritage that she had taken belly-dancing lessons at some point. She moved her arms almost as if forming letters of the alphabet, and her shoulders and waist and hips were constantly moving, never remaining in a straight line.

As the song continued and the girls continued to dance in front of me, I took an extended solo, as was my wont, feeding off the energy I felt coming from these two delightful ladies. My fingers pushed at the guitar strings, bending them sharply, my wrist rocking wildly to add as much vibrato as I could. The wailing, soaring notes screamed out of the amplifier. As I bent over my axe, I dropped down to a knee to wring out the last weeping notes of the solo before jumping right up and the band swung into the last chorus. The crowd went crazy over the added histrionics (they usually did) and my little fan club applauded wildly, sort of hoping up and down as they clapped. Although a couple of guys had wandered out and asked them to dance, it looked as though they declined and stayed out on the floor to dance together. After the set was over, I made a point of going over to join them at their table.

"So what do you think?" I asked, pulling an empty chair over and slipping my butt into it, and scooted up next to Denise.

"You guys are great!" Denise said with a big grin.

Jackie was more reserved, simply nodding in agreement and flashing a modest little smile. When I tried to slip my arm around Denise however, she seemed to pull away and I pulled my arm back down.

"So do you two go out dancing much?" I asked.

"Every chance we get," Denise answered. "We have a lot of fun with it."

"I could see that you had some guys interested."

"Yeah, but if you let them dance with you, then they think they're going to get someplace," Jackie said. "I'd rather shoot them down right away than give 'em false hope."

"Gee, that's nice of you," I remarked.

"Unless they're really, really cute and want to buy us drinks all night," Denise added. "Then I'll wait until we're ready to leave to brush 'em off."

"You're just a real ball breaker, are you?" I said, smiling. She didn't look amused. "But then variety is the spice of life. The more the merrier and so on."

"So how long have you been playing?" Jackie asked, thankfully changing the subject.

"Ever since I was a kid. Started with the sax, then piano for a while. But I soon figured out that the guitar player gets the girls and that made up my mind."

"It works for me," Jackie replied.

Ray slipped over by me and caught my attention.

"Hey, it looks like I gotta go check in with the band," I said, getting up. "Are you two staying for a while?"

"Maybe a little longer," Denise said, while Jackie looked at her watch.

"Is there anything you want to hear?"

"Do you know 'Moondance'?" Jackie asked.

"The Van Morrison tune? Yeah, we know that. Don't play it much."

"That's my favorite song," she said, her green eyes twinkling.

"I'll see what I can do," I replied before moving off with Ray.

A couple of tunes into the next set, I announced 'Moondance' and the Jacobs girls got up to dance again. As the tune went on, Jackie worked her way over to stand right in front of me, her curvy body swaying with the music. I smiled down at her as I strummed along and joined in to harmonize with Ray's vocals. Her eyes didn't leave me for the rest of the song and I was captured by her look. Although Denise and a dozen other lovely women were on the floor dancing, there was only one woman, this short curvy dark haired woman with the green eyes, bending and swaying seductively for me. Ray normally played a nice little solo but didn't mind when I joined in behind him noodling a little melody behind what he was doing.

The crowd erupted with applause when we finished and Ray and I both took bows. When I looked up I saw the girls heading back through the crowd toward their table. Later when I shot a look over to their table, someone else had taken their seats and I wrote off my disappointment in the name of experience. Besides there was always Saturday night and more fresh faces.

Saturday is date night at the Painted Pony. Presumably all the couples who hooked up on Friday night come back to show off on Saturday. Instead of groups of two or three girls or guys, there were dozens of couples out for the night. But there are usually a lot of available ladies as well. The band ripped through the first set and got the dance floor loaded up during the second. After we finished it up, I stepped over to the bar to grab a cold one and head out to party with my band mates. As I leaned against the bar waiting for the bartender to uncap the longneck, a familiar voice called out to me from along the bar.

"Robby! Robby!"

I looked in that direction, caught a glimpse of some dark hair and green eyes, grabbed the beer and made my way down to say hello.

"Hello, Robby," said Jackie. "How're you doing?"

"I'm doing great," I said looking around for Denise. "Where's Denise?"

"Who knows?" she replied. "I came here alone. Can we find a table or something? It's awfully crowded up here."

There weren't any empty tables but we found a spot off in a corner where there were a couple of empty chairs at a counter along one side of the room. I couldn't help but check her out as we slipped up into our chairs. She was wearing a beautiful black silk blouse with an exotic red and blue print, and a pair of black slacks that accentuated her tiny waist and the curves of her breasts above and hips below. She crossed her long legs and took a long sip from her drink.

"I must admit I'm a little surprised to see you here tonight," I remarked.

"So am I, but Freddie had a bunch of his nerdy friends over that I really don't care for and I just wanted to get out of the house."

"Well this place is about as far out of the house as you can get."

"I know. I just started out going for a drive, but somehow I kept thinking of you playing down here and the next thing I knew I'm pulling in the parking lot."

"I'm flattered," I laughed.

"Don't be. You're not the reason I'm here."

"So why are you here? Is it Freddie?"

"Partly. Partly my own doing too," she said sadly. Her lovely green eyes were no longer smiling. "He's okay, but I keep asking myself why did it have to be him I was supposed to marry? Why couldn't there be another cousin or something?"

"Your marriage wasn't arranged, was it? I mean in this day and age I wouldn't think that they do that here in this country."

"No, it wasn't really arranged," she said looking away. "Suggested to me maybe, but it was my choice. I thought he was just a bit eccentric, but it only gets worse." She looked as if she were going to continue on, but looked back at me. "But you're not here to hear about that."

"I don't mind. I always thought he was a twit. Then after meeting you, I would think twit or not, if I was married to you, I'd be the happiest guy alive."

"Really? Because you think I'm pretty or sexy?"

"For starters, yeah, but there's more. You seem to know what you want and where you're going. I love strong women. I don't like pushovers."

"You like Denise."

"She's easy, not a pushover. Besides I think she and I are through."

"Maybe, but she gave me a real good report on you."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, she said you were attentive and loving and gentle when you had to be, but could dish it out when it counted."

"What else did she say about me?"

"There were a couple of other things but this may not be the place to discuss them."

"So are you going to stick around tonight?" I asked.

"Well, I don't plan on going home early, if that's what you mean," she replied.

"Maybe we can play 'Moondance' for you again," I suggested.

"How about something else? Do you guys know any Billy Joel?"

"A couple."

"How about 'Just The Way You Are'?"

"Ray does a really nice job on that one."

"I'd like that."

She did hang around and part way through the next set found her dancing right in front of me, her arms up over her head. She turned around a couple of times and when she turned back to face me, I could see that her blouse had opened up more than halfway down to her waist showing off her little black bra and the wonderful jiggling curves of her breasts. She held her arms up, her long black hair swirling about her head, her green eyes sparkling, and her gorgeous hips swaying in beat to the music. She tilted her head about and licked her lips slowly and sensuously.

She remained standing between the songs and when a guy wandered up to ask her for a dance, she turned him away. When we launched into the Billy Joel tune, she began to sway in such an exotic way, her hips moving in luscious circles, her arms waving erotically, turning me on so badly that I nearly missed a chord change. She kept her eyes focused on me for the entire song, swaying back and forth. I knew she was telling me something by her dancing, the suggestive way she moved, and the way her eyes looked deeply into mine. 

Why is this me, I began to think. Why me, of all people? Sure, there is that certain mystique about musicians that attracts some women, but I had never been anything but polite toward her, always the friendly, loyal employee. But maybe it was her; maybe there was something about her that she hadn't told me, that she hadn't admitted to herself, something that was making her reach out to me. And would I let her use me? Or was there something in this for me? 

Too quickly the song was nearly over, but I stepped up to the front of the stage, as close to the edge as I could come without falling off, and played the last few strains of the melody. These were notes that were originally written for piano, notes that I had reluctantly learned, and perhaps just for this occasion, for when I put all of my touch and feel into them, a dreamy look poured over her, and the rest of the room melted away. It was as if for those precious few moments just the two of us existed and the world stood still.

The applause from the audience jerked me out of the reverie I had fallen into. Ray introduced the next song, which was a hot charging, rock and roller, but Jackie remained right in front of me, close to the stage. She wasn't again bothered by any of the lone wolves who by this time had probably picked up on the fact that her designs lay elsewhere. She waited for me after the set was over and we found another spot at the counter.

"Don't you have a dressing room?" she asked.

I laughed. "This ain't no Bing Crosby movie, Darling," I replied. "They don't have dressing rooms in these places, unless you count the men's room or the back alley where the band parties."

I ordered a round of drinks and tried hard not to notice that she still hadn't buttoned her blouse. As she leaned forward toward me, her luscious tits struggled to free themselves from her little black bra.

"You sure know how to dance," I remarked, looking into her marvelous green eyes.

"And you know how to play the kind of music that gets me up to dance."

"I love to watch you dance," I said. "I'm sure it's been worth the cover charge for all of the lone wolves over by the bar."

"Of course, it's nice that I'm sitting with you," she said. "Maybe they'll take the hint."

"You never told me why you're here, Jackie. There has to be a reason and I'm dying to know."

"It's a long story, and I'm not sure that you really would want to know."

"Try me. Talk to me."

She looked down at her drink and lifted it to her full lips to take a sip. She set it back down and spun the ice around with the swizzle stick. She was stalling, I could tell. What was so bad that she had ended up here with me?

"Like I said, it's a long story. Freddie isn't the easiest guy to live with, and you really don't know the half of it. I went into my marriage with the greatest of expectations. Maybe that's the problem. From our wedding night on, it's become more and more of a nightmare. I've tried everything to get him to open up with me, I dressed up, I went nude, I dressed like a whore. Nothing has worked."

As this beautiful woman began to pour out her soul to me, a feeling of such sadness crept over me. When I saw tears begin to form in her eyes, I found myself trying to blink my own away.

"He just has no drive, no interest. When I asked him bluntly for sex, he told me he thought it was all over-rated and that I should take a cold shower. It was a nightmare!"

"Is he gay?" I asked, feeling a bit indelicate.

"I wish that was it," she said with a laugh, a very sad laugh. "I don't know what's wrong with me. Isn't it supposed to be the guy who want to consummate the marriage and the woman who turns him away?"

"It isn't supposed to be either one," I said trying to commiserate with her. "It should be mutually beneficial. Didn't you two get it on before you were married?"

"No. Can you believe it? We kissed and petted a few times but there was no sex. There was no mention of it. I thought it was just his straight religious upbringing. But then when his uncle hit on me at the wedding, I knew I was in trouble."

"What? Joe hit on you?"

"During the dollar dance. Can you believe it?"

I sat back in my chair thinking, what kind of fools and jerks was I working for anyway?

"I think you were right," I remarked. "I may not want to know all of this."

"It's true, and it's only gotten worse," she said picking up her glass and taking a long sip. A drop fell from her lips onto her blouse and she reached her hand down to brush it away. Her breast jiggled. "Look at me! Throwing myself at the first decent guy to come along. Maybe I should leave."

She started to get up, but I grabbed her arm and held on tightly.

"No, don't go, Jackie," I said firmly. "I want you to stay."

"I don't know," she said trying to pull away.

"Come on, Jackie. Please stay. I want you to stay with me!"

She paused for a moment, her sweet ass poised a few inches off the chair. She looked at me first, then toward the door, then back down to her near empty drink, and finally back at me. A pair of tears had rolled down her cheeks. I gestured with my free hand toward the chair and she slowly eased her butt back down. I felt this overwhelming need to reach out to her, to touch her, so I raised my hand and tried to brush away her tears. She leaned toward me, pressing her cheek into my hand. She pulled out a tissue and daubed at her eyes.

"Look at me. I'm a mess!" she said with a sniffle.

"I've never seen a more beautiful woman in my life," I said, letting my fingertips reach around behind her neck and pull her face close to mine. "And your husband is the biggest fool for not realizing it."

She began to smile, faintly at first, then as it crept across her face, the eyes began to twinkle again. She rested her hand against mine, holding it to her cheek.

"Thank you, Robby," she said softly. "Thank you for understanding."

We sat for a few moments like that, exchanging a look I had never known.

"I think I need to excuse myself to the powder room," she said, clutching at her purse.

"Stay for the next set, okay?" I said as she stood up.

"I will," she replied and then slipped through the crowd toward the restrooms.

The band had started to filter back into the room, greeting fans and friends, and I got up to join them carousing near the bar.

"So where's your groupie?" Ray asked.

"Restroom. And she's not a groupie, she's my bosses wife."

"Who-eee!" he said. "You sure know how to live dangerously, Robby!"

As we started to assemble up on the bandstand, I couldn't see Jackie anywhere. Maybe she had left, maybe she had found someone else, or maybe she had found a reason to be someplace else. I couldn't let it bother me, for there was a dancehall full of money paying customers and I just loved keeping them entertained.

With a count of four, we swung into the last set, which was special because we saved all of our best tunes, especially the dance tunes. Then at one point early in the set, Jackie moved out from the shadows and began to dance right in front of me again. Her hair was gorgeous from having been freshly brushed, her makeup had been touched up, and I couldn't help by notice that her blouse was still opened up but that her bra has disappeared. As she raised her arms above her head in one of her exotic dance moves, her breasts began to break free and I could clearly see first one then the other swaying free as she did this dance for me, this beautiful Lebanese princess. As I got a little wilder in my guitar playing, she got more suggestive in her dancing. As I pulled and bent the strings to make my guitar cry, she wriggled and swayed and moved her body in such a way that I nearly cried.




Kissing Cousins Ch. 2



One of our last tunes was a medley of Chuck Berry songs where everyone in the band took a solo. During Danny's drum solo, I stood off to one side of the stage and could see Jackie standing mere inches away. I reached down to touch her on the shoulder and she set her hand on top of mine. She grabbed my hand and pulled it down, pulling me down toward her. As if by design she turned her face up to me and brought our lips together in a light quick little kiss that caught me by surprise. As I stood back up she winked at me. Oh, Robby boy, I though. Where is this going? I then realized that I already knew.

We swung into the final song of the medley, "Johnny B. Goode" and I saved every bit of rock and roll savvy to throw into my solo. I bent the strings wildly, I twisted the neck to make it cry, I even lifted it up behind my head and did a series of ascending triplets that ended in a wild bending screech. And for the finale, I fell to my knees and plucked at the strings with my teeth. Okay, it was all cheap theatrics and had nothing to do with achieving musical artistry. But there was this beautiful woman dancing away for me, and I wanted to show her that there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her, that there were no holds barred, and that she would get every bit of me that she wanted.

The resulting ovation kept us on the bandstand for one more tune. We had worked up a version of Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein" that we could pull out for situations like this. Being an electric keyboard player at heart, Ray loved the tune, and the rest of us each had a chance to move out as well. Even after the final power chord was rung out, the crowd didn't want us to leave, but the owner and the liquor commission had other thoughts and the bright house lights were suddenly turned on. I jumped off the stage and grabbed Jackie as she began to edge away.

"Wait for me, okay. I've gotta help pack up. Okay?"

She nodded and slipped over to take a seat at the bar, while I jumped back up to help out. When all that was left was the final batch of lights, Donny came over and patted me on the back.

"Go ahead, man," he said with a big old smile. "If I had a lady like that waiting for me, I know you'd let me go."

"Thanks, man," I said, quickly shaking his hand, grabbing my guitar case and moving quickly over to the bar where Jackie was seated.

"Hey," she said as I reached her. "You were terrific."

"Thanks. So were you."

She reached over to grab my shirt and pulled my face over to hers for a kiss. It was a warm, wet, loving kiss, her soft full lips melting mine.

"Can we get out of here?" she asked.

"Where are you parked? My van's out this way," I said pointing toward the back door.

"I'm out back too," she said. "I think."

When we got outside, sure enough her Mercedes wasn't far from my van. I guess she figured out where to park when she saw my vehicle. Whatever, hand-in-hand I escorted her to her coupe. She turned to face me, pulling me closer to her again for another kiss, one that lasted longer and felt deeper.

"Well, you know how to play guitar, and you know how to kiss," she said dreamily. "What else do you know how to do?"

"Where do you want to go to find out?" I replied.

"How about someplace quiet where we can be alone," she said. From the way her eyes looked off to the side suddenly, I could tell that my band mates were coming out to leave.

"I guess your place is out of the question," I ventured. "There's always mine."

"Lead on, Robby," she said.

By the map, I know that the drive back to my place is about forty-five minutes, but with the dark Mercedes hot on my tail, we probably did it in twenty-five. At one point along the freeway, she pulled up alongside and made gestures as if she wanted to race me. I knew my van wouldn't do more than waste the gas, so I turned down her challenge. She shot up ahead of me and I eventually caught up and passed her before we had to exit. Within a couple of minutes I had pulled into my driveway. She pulled in behind me and jumped out, catching up to me as I stood in front of my van waiting for her. She threw herself into my arms and I spun her around, kissing her firmly and deeply. 

I pushed her back against the grille of my van and started to kiss her neck and further down along the opening of her blouse where her breasts waited for me. I grabbed her hands and held them above her head, pinning them against the hood. I clutched one side of her blouse with my teeth and pulled it to the side exposing one of her gorgeous breasts. The dark nipple was erect and the aureole was taut and stiff. I couldn't resist the urge to kiss it and suck it into my mouth. I could feel her wriggle as I held her against the warm hood of the van, but it wasn't from desperation; it was as if she were rediscovering senses and feelings she had long forgotten or repressed. I did the same to the other side, baring her other breast. I kissed and licked and sucked it also, relishing the moans and movements that she made struggling within my grasp. Finally she could take it no longer.

"Let's go inside," she said softly. "Let's get private!"

I held her there for a moment, to drink in the scene: the dark night sky, the dim light of the porch lamps; and this beautiful woman, the woman of my wet dreams, pinned up against my van, her arms held above her head, her breasts bared to my ravenous gaze. And then there was the look of lust in her green eyes; a look of longing and desire that I tried to memorize. I knew at that moment that whatever would happen this night would likely never happen again. Although my involvement was of little consequence, she had too much at stake. So I reveled in the moment and the look in her eye, and I slowly released her wrists and escorted her to my door.

Once inside, she looked around expertly, taking in the décor of my modest bachelor pad. "This is cute," she said approvingly. "Very masculine. Very you."

"Can I offer you something to drink?" I asked.

"A glass of wine would be nice, if you have it," she said politely.

"Wine? Yeah, I can do that," I said remembering the bottle an old girlfriend had given back around Christmas.

"Where's your bathroom?" she asked.

"Right through there," I said pointing along the hallway.

The bottle of wine was easy to find; it was the only bottle in the wine rack my folks had given me when they moved. There were some juice glasses, but I really wanted to pour it into something classier. Then I remembered and looked up in a cupboard and found a couple of wineglasses still wrapped in plastic covering of the gift box. It was red wine, and red wine can be served at room temp, so I should be all right, I thought to myself. God damn, here I am pouring wine for Jackie, my boss's daughter, and the most beautiful woman I knew. What the fuck are you doing, I asked myself as I stuffed the cork back in and carried the glasses out to the front room; I always did like playing with matches, but juggling Kryptonite, Superman?

I set the glasses down on the coffee table and dialed around the receiver to find some decent music. The local public radio station had their Jazz After Hours program on and it fit the bill perfectly. I settled down into the couch and took a sip of wine. What was keeping her, I asked myself? Just over the music I could hear the sound of water running. Freshening herself up for me, I thought. How sweet! I thought about her all clean and fresh and the warm wonderful curves of her body. Then I realized that I must smell like a pig, having played music in a hot smoky bar all night. What to do? I only had the one bathroom, so I returned to the kitchen and rinsed myself off at the sink. My shirt and pants were history so I went to the bedroom to change. I decided to slip into my terry cloth bathrobe. Would this be too suggestive, I thought. What the fuck, I knew deep down where this evening, er, early morning would be heading.

I heard the water shut off as I walked back out to the living room. Sit or stand? I pondered the question for a moment when I heard the bathroom door open. I picked up the wineglasses and took a sip from mine. As I heard her enter the room, I turned around to hold her glass out, but it nearly slipped out of my hand. There, just a foot or two away was Jackie, her hair freshly brushed and fluffed, her makeup touched up, her green eyes sparkling, her full lips curled into a sensuous smile, standing before me absolutely stark raving naked.

"I decided to wash up, and figured why waste time putting my clothes back on," she said reaching for the wine. "You don't mind do you?"

Fuck no, I don't mind, I thought. She was absolutely gorgeous standing there in the light of the wee hours. She placed one hand on her hip and the other reached up to finger comb through her dark silky hair. The balance and contrast of light and dark elements struck me dead. Her dark hair and the shadows of her body contrasted with the protruding curves of her body. I knew I must have gasped looking at her, and hoped she couldn't tell how thunderstruck I was.

"Oh, I mind, I mind," I stammered out. "Like I mind seeing the most beautiful woman in the world standing naked in front of me. I'm a fool and I mind all right!"

"Well, it's not like we weren't thinking of the same thing," she said, slipping up close to me and fingering my robe, the warmth of her body filtering through. "And you washed up too, you little cutie pie."

She took a long sip from her glass and then I took it from her, setting them back down. She eased the robe from my body and we embraced fully naked, letting the heat of our bodies mingle as our lips and tongues sought each other out. We both knew what we were there for and wasted no time getting down to business, sinking to the floor and letting our lust run wild. We covered each other's naked body with kisses. I spent an hour lapping at her hot wet pussy, parting her lips with my tongue and fingers, and writing the alphabet a thousand times. The musky sweet scent of her willing sex drove me onward. After her second little orgasm, I paused and raised my head.

"Are you game for my world-famous two-hour torture method?" I asked hopefully.

"Hell no, I want a piece of you now," she said, her voice hoarse with passion.

She spent the next half-hour doing me, flat on my back, my head rolling from side to side, my body trembling and shaking as she sent wave after wave of pleasure through me. Her hot wet mouth and her light little pink tongue explored every nook and cranny of my cock and balls. I had never before felt my cock get so hard and my balls pull up so tightly against my body, with her head bobbing up and down and her long dark hair dancing on my belly. I moaned and grunted; I pulled at my hair and grasped at the carpet wildly as she brought me to each new higher level of delight. Every time I thought I was almost ready to blow my wad, she would sense it and do something different. She finally wrapped her long slim fingers around my cock and slowly stroked me up and down.

"Are you ready for the good stuff?" she asked with a curious grin. "Or do you want MY world-famous two-hour torture method?"

"The good stuff sounds really appetizing," I said eagerly. "I think I'll have some of that."

"Coming right up," she said, climbing up to position her pussy over the head of my upright cock. "Fasten your seatbelts, mister. You're in for a wild ride!"

And she didn't lie. From the moment she slipped her wet pussy down the entire length of my cock till I finally rolled her over and took command, she rode me as I had never known before. She wriggled her hips and moved them in these little circles that certainly had an effect on her as well, judging by the names she called me. Some women were moaners, some were shouters, some were screamers, some just breathed heavily, some were cheerleaders urging me on, others just swore at me, calling me all sorts of names. Jackie did a little bit of each, but as she became more and more excited, and her movements became more wild and passionate, she began to call me names, hot dirty sexual names, which surprised me since she always seemed so nice and polite around the workplace.

"Oh, fuck me you bastard!" she cried out, rocking her hips with wild abandon. "You fucking bastard! You god damned son-of-a-bitch!"

As she rode every inch of my cock, I couldn't resist the urge to play with her magnificent breasts, reaching up to cup them, tweak the nipples, and guide her down to kiss and suck them. I guided my hands all over every other part of her body that I could reach, her belly and ass, her thighs, her back and shoulders. I delighted in watching how she tossed her head about, her dark hair whirling about her face.

"Oh fuck me you shit!" she cried out grinding her pussy on me. "You god damned motherfucker!"

I finally rolled her over onto her back and took command, pushing her legs up and rising up onto my knees. I grabbed her by the ass and began to fuck her as wildly as I could, using every inch of my cock and every ounce of my strength. Her hands began to flail out at me, touching me, pinching me, grabbing at me, pulling at my arms or hips. Digging her nails into the flesh of my forearms, she gripped me as her urgent pleas poured from her mouth. She finally let go and fell back fully onto the carpet and let me pound into her pussy, letting her arms fall above her head, pulling at her hair.

"Oh, fuck me, you bastard! Just like that!"

We had pushed across the floor and were nearly up against my couch when she started to get up and turn around, her arms up on the cushions, presenting me with her sweet little ass. I needed no invitation to enter her sopping wet pussy from behind. She tossed her head forward and back, her hair became a dark whirlwind dancing on her back and shoulders, and her ass made that wonderful, lustful smacking sound as it slapped against my belly. She reached back to grab the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart. I could clearly see the dark little rosebud of her anus just above where my cock was slipping in and out of her. Her fingers began to move nearer to the opening, slipping one long slim finger inside.

"God damn you, Robby! I want you to fuck my ass! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck me!"

Silently I slowed down my stroke and eased my cock out of her pussy. As I slipped a hand along my cock, I could feel how slick it was with the juices of her pussy. I let some spit drop down from my mouth and mixed it in. She spread the cheeks of her ass as far as they could go and I placed the head of my cock at the doorway.

"Should I wear a raincoat?" I asked.

"Fuck the god damned rubber! I want you in my ass now!"

I began to ease my cock inside her anus. It was a tight fit and there was some resistance at first, but she pulled away and then eased back. Slowly I began to feel more and more of me slip inside her. She grunted and swore darkly at me, and loved every bit of it. There was something totally crazy about the feelings passing through me now. Here I was easing my cock ever so gently into the sexy wanton body of my boss's wife. She was begging for me to please her, and I loved it.

"Oh, yeah, god dammit! That's it! Fuck my asshole you bastard!"

I could tell that I would not be able to last much longer with her tight little ass squeezing my cock with each firm stroke. I reached around and grabbed her wonderful tits again, holding onto her tightly for the last few moments before the dam burst. I slipped one hand down to join hers as she rubbed her clit urging her own body toward the big "O".

"I'm coming, baby!" I shouted as my body clued me in.

"Fill my ass with your hot stinky cum you fucking bastard!" she cried out.

I rose up with each stroke and stuffed my cock in her ass as deep as it could go and felt the release of each burst of come into her. I finally collapsed on top of her, pressing her into the cushions of the couch.

"Oh, God! You are one crazy lover!" I said out of breath. "Man, oh man!"

"Oh, baby," she said hoarsely. "Denise was right about you."

"How's that?" I replied completely out of breath.

"You know how to fuck!"

"So that's what she told you about me?"

"And when she did, I knew I had to have you for myself," she replied.

I let my sticky limp cock slip out of her and we climbed up to snuggle together on the couch.

"Jesus, I really needed that," she said as she drew circles around my nipples with a long fingernail. "It's been so long since I've had a good fuck! God, I can't remember when!"

"Glad to be around to help you out," I said. "But why me? Doesn't Freddie take care of you?"

"Freddie lives in his own little world," she remarked, laying her head on my chest for a moment. "He thinks that sex on the whole is pretty disgusting."

"And where does that leave you?"

"You don't want to know," she said with a fragile little laugh. Then she looked at me, as if her green eyes were seeking some deep part inside me to sit and rest. "But look, I'm no whore, I'm not a slut, I can't just have sex with any old sailor I meet. But a few days ago when Denise told me about her date with you and what a great lover you are, I asked her if I could have you all to myself."

"So that's why she dropped me," I said.

"She didn't really drop you," she said, placing a few little kisses on my chest. "That would mean that she had picked you up in the first place."

"So where does that leave us, you and me?" I asked.

"Right here, right now, I think we're in tight," she said looking at me with those great green eyes. "I really like you, Robby. You're a fun guy. I think we could make a good team, at work and here at home."

"And this would be advantageous because?"

"You could go a long way in our business," she said, laying her head back down on my chest. "Let's face it, the music industry is fun, but do you really think you're going to make it big if it hasn't happened already?"

"And this will help me because?"

"If you play your cards right with me, you could end up at the top."

"What about Freddie? He's the anointed one."

"Freddie's a jerk," she said looking back up at me. "Look, he doesn't have a clue about running a business. Everybody thinks he married me for my looks, but it's really because I have an MBA and I know what to do. He asks me more often about business matters than to have sex."

She looked away sadly, her green eyes, her long black hair, and her narrow little shoulders quivering. I wrapped my arms about her and held her tightly.

"And so I sleep with the boss's wife and I find a shortcut to success?"

"As of now, I am not the boss's wife, to you at least," she said, laying her head back down on my chest. "You can call me what you want, lover, whore, your little wild thing. I don't care. All I know is that I want to keep seeing you, and I want you to work with me. I need someone like you, a man's point of view, someone outside of the family I can trust."

"Damn, you are some kind of woman!" I said. "But don't you have to be getting home? It's got to be five o'clock by now."

"Six thirty-seven," she replied. "No. I often stay out late and Freddie wouldn't ever know. He's always up and out golfing early on Sundays. We've got the whole day really."

We kissed and hugged before showering off quickly. Then lay together warm and close for maybe an hour before falling asleep. Sometime around noon I woke up to the wonderful sensation of her hot wet mouth sucking on my cock. We made long luxurious love, ate brunch in the nude, and took a nap snuggling together on the sundeck in back.

"You know, Darling," I told her as she got up to get dressed. "If you offer me a job, I'll turn it down."

"And you think that proves to me that you have scruples?" she asked. "Or to yourself?"

"No, it means that I like working afternoons because I'm in a band. And if I took a job with you there at some point there would be something, someone, somehow who would come along and screw it up. And if that means I lose you, then so be it."




Kissing Cousins Ch. 2



"Don't act so fucking noble, Robby," she admonished me with a disarming smile, sitting back with me on the lounge, her slender sexy body drawing my hands to her like a magnet. "I can really help you out, professionally. Do you realize that? You could end up in charge of the whole business. I know because I have a plan."

I looked at her long and hard. There was a strength in her sparkling green eyes that assured me that there was a plan and there was no doubt in my mind that she could carry it through.

"No, Jackie. I just know in my heart that what we have here, right now, today is great. Fuck, whom am I kidding? It's more than great. I know from the way I feel that this is the best thing that ever happened to me, but it's a once in a lifetime thing, it a one-shot deal. But this feeling is what we have, it's all we have and I can live with that, because I've got other things in store, big things, some of which I don't even know yet."

Surprisingly, she didn't balk, she didn't get all pissed off and storm out. Instead, she kissed me and pulled me close and we made love again right there on the sundeck. I think we startled my neighbor who was out pulling weeds in her flower garden, but we didn't care at all. It was a gorgeous afternoon, her husband was out golfing with his geeky buddies, and my cock was buried deep inside his gorgeous wife's pussy.

*** To be continued *** 



Kissing Cousins Pt. 01



Note: the characters and events in this story series are purely fictitious. Also, this is my first story, but I hope you enjoy it, and I appreciate any feedback as I polish my writing style. As always, thanks for reading :)

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Hello, I my name is Kenneth Robert Johnson, and I am a 21-year-old native Floridian native with quite a story for you all about myself and my family. I can say without a doubt that we must all have an attractive gene somewhere in our DNA. Grandpa Gerald, Dad's father, with his full head of thick white hair, soft blue eyes, and aquiline nose looks just like Leslie Nielsen, who coincidentally his favorite actor. He is in excellent shape for a man of 72, standing tall at 6'1", and a solid 175 pounds. On the same side, my Grandma Dottie, also 72 and standing 5'9" looks like an older, taller Lea Johnson, with her wavy brownish-gray hair, and big brown eyes, and my Aunt Sarah has her looks. My dad, Robert Kenneth (our names are reversed, kinda cool), and his identical twin brother, Uncle Jerry, both 48, could pass as Grandpa's clones, and both of them have the golden blond hair he had in his youth, with a slight tinge of white at the temples. 

While my dad's side of the family is almost completely German, with the exception of Grandma Dottie being half English, my mother's family, the Silva clan, is pure Brazilian. Everyone on that side of the family has either dark brown or black hair with various shades of olive skin, and deep brown eyes. Not to mention that the women on that side all have nice boobs and butts, not that I ever looked. Grandpa Emilio is 75, and a powerfully built man who I still wouldn't dare to wrestle, despite the fact that I'm 6'4" and he's 5'10". The thick black hair of his youth is now thin and nearly white, with just a small patch in the front that he supplements with a discreet combover. He has thick, salt-and-pepper eyebrows, an aquiline nose, and a strong lantern jaw.

Grandma Silva is of medium height, not quite 5'6", and has wavy blackish-gray hair, a straight nose, nearly black eyes, and a heart-shaped face. My mom, Andrea, and my younger sister Jen favor her looks, although they are taller, standing 5'7" and 5'9", and Jen and I have Dad's nose. As you probably assume, I look just like my father, as does my twin brother Matt, and we both have thick blond hair and blue eyes. My sister Mary, two years older than me at 23, has Dad's blonde hair, and is quite tall at 5'11, but her snub nose and brown eyes come from Mom. My younger brother Chris, who turned 18 this month and is 6'1", has Dad's blue eyes and nose, but has Mom's black hair and lighter build.

I always had a bit of a crush on my cousin Jessie, but I never truly realized it until we were both eighteen. Even as part of the "Johnson clan," we look quite a bit alike, as our fathers are identical twins, which I think makes her look all the prettier. I remember that year looking out the window of the family beach house in Clearwater, watching her painting a landscape of the dwelling. Her wide-set steel-blue eyes were totally focused, her brow slightly furrowed, and her full lips half-smiling, with the tip of her tongue slightly protruding from the upper corner of her mouth. I always saw this expression of hers in my fantasies as her look of puzzlement when she unzips my pants, and wonders what to do with my massive cock as she holds it in her smooth, delicate hand. 

I would get these, and other dreams about my super-hot cousin almost every night. I would often have one where we were kidnapped by an evil genius who was about to kill the entire human population, and forces us to fuck in order to repopulate The Earth. While I'd ordinarily do anything just to make a move and have her reciprocate, I could not take the humiliation that would result from us being discovered, and the mastermind saw that fear in me, and played me like a banjo. In the dream, he told us if Jessie and I didn't obey his orders, we would be publicly tortured; I would lose my balls, and Jessie her breasts - in public. But on the other hand, pictures of us having sex would be leaked to the public if we obeyed him, so it would be a lose-lose. However, we would always decide that we'd rather fuck than get fucked up, so we would prepare the cot in our jail cell, and just when the dream was going to get hot, I'd wake up. 

Another dream involved me getting stuck on a deserted jungle island for twenty-five years, and me getting her pregnant, and our grown kids getting each other pregnant years later. Sure, I enjoyed the dreams, and the other ones about fucking Jessie on the beach, in the shower, and in just about every other imaginable place, but deep down, I knew that such thoughts were forbidden, as the acts I dreamed about were incest in its most potent form. From my nineteenth year until I turned twenty-one two months ago, however, the dreams became less frequent, and the rest of high school and most of college went by uneventfully.

Three years went by, and it was time for another summer break at our family compound in Clearwater. Grandpa Jerry was going to go out fishing with Dad, my brothers Chris and Matt, Uncle Jerry, Jessie's father, and Cousin Ray, Jessie's brother, Mom was going to walk on the beach with Jessie's mom Laura, Grandma Dottie, Cousin Jeff, and Cousin Emma, and my sisters Mary and Jen were planning a shopping spree that would last the whole day. Talk about a sociable family - not! However, it did mean that it was just going to be me and Jessie hanging out at the compound for the day, a responsibility that we didn't mind the least. We all unpacked our suitcases, and went on our merry way, everyone going fishing and walking. Jessie and I walked into the game room to find her brother Ray's XBox. We tore off the "No Younglings Allowed" sign he taped to it, powered it on, and played some Star Wars Battlefront II for a few hours.

Although the family reunions always happened here every year, it had been three years since I had played Battlefront, and boy, did it show! Jessie whipped my ass. I only once got enough points to play as the "hero" for my team, who happened to be Palpatine, since I always preferred being fighting with the Empire. She, on the other hand, played as Obi-Wan or Princess Leia every time. Since when did she get so good at this game? I do recall being better than her the last time we played.

After we quit once we got "square eyes," Jessie and I went out back to a secluded spot on the beach where we always like to chat. We looked up at the sky, pale blue with a few wispy cirrus clouds overhead, and set to applying our suntan lotion. Ever the eccentric, Cousin Jessie always insisted that I put the lip sunscreen on my mouth, and kiss her to get it on hers, so I leaned forward and planted the sunscreen on her lovely lips like we'd always done before. Only this time, she held it for a bit longer...

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Kissing Cousins Pt. 02



Jessie didn't break our kiss, and we continued to smooch for another fifteen seconds. We paused to breathe for a moment, and I said, "wow, that was nice! Are you sure you want to do this?"

Jessie's crystalline eyes twinkled in the sunlight as she answered, "Kenneth Robert Johnson, this and much more is okay with me. You were always my definition of an ideal, but I didn't realize that it was love until that time I hugged you for a bit too long when we were eighteen. Your body was so warm, and your hair was softer than a Chinchilla's fur. I've masturbated to your picture ever since then."

I was stunned by my cousin's revelation. Had she really felt the same way about me that I'd felt about her, and for the same amount of time, too? This all sounded too good to be true. Jessie then asked me, "so what is your side of the story?"

I replied, "Jessica Hannah Johnson," playing along with her mock seriousness, "I realized my vision of the perfect woman was you when I watched Elisabeth Harnois in reruns of Point Pleasant on TV. She had been my screen crush for as long as I could remember, before I realized, 'holy shit, she looks just like Cousin Jessie!' I had even moved the TV into my room so I could jerk off to Elisabeth while watching the show after Mom and Dad were asleep. Not to mention that by the time I was twenty years old, I dreamed of thrusting my tongue into her small, tight..."

"Stop right there!" Cousin Jessie snapped, cutting me off before I could get to the best bits of my TV fantasies. "You can keep that part secret, and demonstrate your lovemaking on me instead." I looked down at her bikini bottom, and noticed that my confession had made her all wet. My cock painfully rubbed the front seam of my swim trunks as it grew harder and harder thinking about how she would taste.

I realized that there might not be another time to make out with my gorgeous cousin, so I said, "I don't see why we can't get started right here, right now. We're on a secluded part of the beach, at a time when all our neighbors and family are out having fun elsewhere, and if anyone is in there homes, they're probably watching TV or fucking, so there's no way we'll get caught out here. Plus, we got a towel here, so that sand won't get stuck up our asses while we enjoy ourselves. I don't know about you, but I think we should seize this opportunity."

Jessie nodded, beaming her warm, contagious smile, and she stood up and turned around. I asked her, "what are you doing," and she said that she wanted me do the unthinkable, undo her bra, and expose the 34D breasts that I'd dreamed about so many times. I stood up, and positioned my hands to complete the first part of my dream come true. However, I was so nervous that my hands shook violently as I grasped the hooks on her bra. Jessie, ever the good sport, reached back, and her steady hands guided my trembling ones, and I let out a gasp as I watched her bra fall down to the ground. She turned back around to face me, and let me gaze at her perfect breasts. 

She told me, "I'm getting pretty wet down there," pointing at her bikini bottom, "some cleaning may be in order." She lay down on her back, and I knelt at her feet while she propped up and spread her legs.

I replied to her command in a mock British accent, "I will gladly do the deed, Your Excellency!" I held my breath as she slowly slid off her bikini bottom, and I was rewarded with the sight of her gleaming wet, hairless pussy. I gazed in awe for a few moments, during which I swear that her labia came alive and said "let me feel your tongue. Lick us clean."

I obliged, leaning over and grazing my tongue along the lips of my gorgeous cousin's awaiting pussy. Jessie started squirming slightly, and let out a subtle moan of pleasure when I began swirling my tongue in circles. Her pussy was sweet and slightly salty tasting, and it twitched ever so subtly under the pressure of my tongue. I moved upward to focus on her clit, and I touched down on the little bump of pale pink flesh. 

She let out a loud scream, and a shock went through her whole body. Making my beautiful cousin cry out in pleasure sent a similar wave of excitement down to my cock, and we both came right as that moment. Cousin Jessie immediately went into action sucking the cum off of my member while I reached down and thrust a finger into her moistened slit. I started quickly shaking my hand with my finger inside of her, doing my best to mimic the vibrator I found in her suitcase that morning, and she bobbed her head faster and faster along the length of my cock. Within minutes, we came once again. Cousin Jessie's lovely blue eyes met mine once more as she said with a sly grin, "we're just getting started. There's no need to stop here."

I asked her what we should do next, and feigning sternness, she said, "Ken, don't you know that you're also supposed to suck on a girl's clit, too? I'll make a deal, how about we do a 69, with you sucking my clit, and me giving you another blowjob, since you clearly liked the first one. But before we continue, I have a confession to make: you were the first guy to not be a prude, and give me anything more exciting than a few months of boring dates like Toby did back in high school. You were the first person to give me the love and attention that I needed, and I wouldn't want things to have happened any other way. Okay, now let's do this!"

I got up onto my hands and knees, and turned around so that my mouth was above her pussy, and my cock was hanging above her face. We counted down, "three, two, one," and we simultaneously got to work on each other's "goodies" with our mouths. I had really liked the taste of her my cousin' s warm, moist pussy when I licked it a few minutes ago, so I eagerly went down on it like a mad dog, thrusting my tongue between her tight lips, and shaking my head from side to side. I could hear her muffled groan as her sucking rhythm was briefly interrupted. Jessie's head-bobbing movements grew faster and faster, and I matched the rhythm with my tongue thrusts, while moving my head up to focus on her clit. Each time my tongue struck her clit, she let out another muffled moan, and before long, we both climaxed, and set to drinking the other's cum. After finishing, we sat back up, and I asked Jessie what we should do next. She said, "let's go over to the swing set over by the edge of the beach. We should make our first time as unforgettable as possible."

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Kissing Cousins Pt. 03



"If you're thinking what I'm thinking, we'll probably need something to keep you from letting go, and falling out of the swing," I said, and I ran back to the beach house to get some out if the toolbox in the garage. I came back with two pairs of the pink fuzzy handcuffs Jessie would always trick me with when we were in grade school. I met my cousin at the swing set at the border between the sand and the tall sea oats covering the rise up to the backyard of the compound. We stood there facing each, her lithe 5'9" frame and my athletic 6'4" frame making us one tall couple, and we shared a long, passionate kiss before I set her onto the swing atop the towel we lay on earlier. I sat on the swing next to her, and we swung for a good five minutes before our master plan for the cousin-on-cousin "fucktacular" began to unfold.

The bright afternoon sunlight illuminated Jessie's exquisite features as she teased while I handcuffed her arms to the chains of the swing from behind. She threw her head back so her blazing blue eyes met mine, and she said, "I'm so glad that you will be my first. There is no greater love than one's own family, as far as I'm concerned." 

"Thanks, that really means a lot," I said as I started reapplying her sunscreen, since we'd been out in the summer heat for a few hours already. 

I began with her feet, working my way up slowly, and taking my sweet time with spreading the think liquid across her toned, tan calves and thighs. I moved on to slather the sunscreen onto her arms, making sure that my hands lingered long enough on each area of her soft, smooth skin. I worked my way down to her large, perky tits, cupping one in each hand as I gently massaged the sunscreen into their lush, yielding flesh. I walked back around to face her, and I put her legs on top of my shoulders to bring her closer to me. My rock-hard cock was throbbing so uncontrollably that I knew I couldn't possibly wait any longer. I grinned as I asked her, "my dear cousin, Jessica Hannah Johnson, do you consent to the consummation of our relationship?" 

She giggled at my pretend pomposity, and exclaimed," yes, let's do this," as I guided my cock towards her opening. Cousin Jessie and I held our breath as we prepared to make all of our dreams come true, and we let out a loud sigh as I entered her, the tip of my erect cock sliding easily into her warm, tight vagina. I began to lightly slide in and out of Jessie's pussy, and gradually going deeper and deeper after each group of thrusts. I had to think several times to remember that I was, at the ripe old age of twenty-one, enjoying my first fuck with none other than Cousin Jessie, my own flesh and blood, and she was having just as much as I was. 

Since this was the first time for both of us, I asked her how quickly I should pop her cherry. Jessie beamed a naughty smile, and her blue eyes burned with desire as she yelled, said "Go for it! Show me what your dick can do! Fuck my cunt as hard as you can!"

This was more than enough to get me going. I pulled out, then rammed my cock back into her dripping wet slit. She gasped, and a small tear fell out the corner of her eye. I kept on thrusting, and her tight cunt began to spasm, squeezing the full length of my cock, and I cried out as I violently came inside of her. Jessie climaxed a few seconds later, and we were yelping with pleasure as our cum mixed and dripped down onto the sand. We each let out a long sigh, and decided to set up our towel on the grown again for some more action. 

My cousin lay her beautiful form down onto the towel, and I crawled over to be on top of her for our first attempt at missionary position. I positioned my cock near the opening of her dripping wet, irresistible cunt, and after Jessie gave me the nod to start, I plunged it deep inside of her, and we were once again enveloped and overwhelmed by the indescribable pleasure that is sexual intercourse. I pulled out, and positioned my cock between her pussy lips, running parallel to her outer labia, and on top of her sensitive clit. I slid my dick up and down. Our current act looked like a hot hog being slid forward and backward in a bun, and the cum from our previous sex acts from today was the ketchup and mustard. After she climaxed, we each sighed picked up our swim suits, and headed back to our room in the compound to turn in early, snuggling up against each other as we drifted off into deep and restful sleep after the best day in my entire life.

It had to be around 5:00 the following morning when I was awakened to a nice warm feeling around my cock. I opened my eyes to find Cousin Jessie moving up and down, with my cock sandwiched between her luscious breasts. When she saw I was awake, she moved lower, so that she could give a blowjob and a boob job at the same time. She cupped a hand over my mouth to keep quiet, as the rest of our family had returned from their outings. After a few minutes of this bliss, I couldn't hold on any longer, cumming violently into my cousin's warm mouth as she tried to keep her lush red lips tightly secured around my cock.

As much as she tried, a small stream of my sperm managed to trickle down from her mouth, tickling me as it dripped down onto the back of my scrotum. After Jessie finished the epic 2-in-1 boob and blowjob, I wrapped my arm around her and said, "I love you, Cousin. I would take you over any other woman in the world." I fell asleep with my semi-erect cock pressed against her firm ass under her pajamas.



Kissing Cousins Pt. 04



I woke up with last night's memories of finally fucking Cousin Jessie still fresh in my mind, and my morning wood poking at her ass under my pajama shorts. I got up out of bed and walked out into the hallway, and heard my sister Jen and Jessie's brother Ray playing on Matt's Xbox. Or were they? I knew from what I could hear that Grandma and Grandpa were going at it in their room, but I went over to check on my brother and cousin on the game room. What I saw when I opened the door was a sight that I would never forget.

My 19-year-old sister Jen was lying naked on the sofa in front of the TV with the Xbox on pause, and my cousin Ray was eating her out. My sister's pleasure was evident as her brown eyes twinkled while she threw back her head of black hair. I stared in disbelief for a few moments, and I heard Jessie stirring in our room. A few moments later, she stood next to me, also staring at what my sister and her brother were doing. I stepped forward, and asked Ray and Jen if this was a new development. Ray said, "as a matter of fact, it is. We heard some commotion outside yesterday, and saw you guys going at it on the swing set. It made us so hot that we had to tape it to use as a reference for our relationship."

Infuriated, I replied, "I thought you two were out fishing or shopping or whatever!"

Ray giggled, and said, "we thought so, too, but we fell asleep and they left for the outings without us. We just stayed up here and looked out the window the whole time. Would you like to join us?"

"Well, I guess it can't hurt to chime in, since you're in on the secret." I said, and Jessie and I tossed off our pajamas. We hopped up on the bed, and I immediately started thrusting my tongue in and out of her pussy. I wanted to rush her first orgasm so that the two of us could have our second fuck at the same time that Ray and Jen have their first one. Within two minutes, both Jessie and my sister were crying out in pleasure, and us guys were ready to kick it up a notch. 

"Ummm, Ken," Ray said suddenly, "I don't know how to properly pop Jen's cherry since this is my first time. Can you do it for me?"

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I had been requested to not only fuck my own sister, but to be her FIRST fuck. I looked over at Jen, expecting her to protest, only to see her nodding in approval. She cupped a hand around one of her boobs, and shook it while flashing me her bright smile on the beautiful, tanned Brazilian face she got from Mom, and I couldn't restrain myself. I told Ray to get ready to fuck Jessie as I positioned my cock near the forbidden chasm of my own sister's pussy, and lifted her legs over my shoulders. We were both going to be one with our own sisters; a nightmare and an adventure all at once! I give the countdown for penetration, "3-2-1, LET'S FUCK!!"

I took a deep breath, then I slid the tip of my anxious cock into my own beautiful sister, Jen. Her deep brown eyes grew wide as I entered her, and I bent down to kiss her moist red lips. I still could not believe that the flawless girl I was fucking was none other than my sister, our only similarity being Dad's aquiline nose. It was almost as if we were interracial; while I tan pretty well, I'm still quite the paleface compared to Jen's smooth deep olive skin. Since Jen was a virgin, I asked her how quickly she wanted to be deflowered, and just like Cousin Jessie, she said, "go for it," and "yeah, fuck your sister! Your dick was made for my cunt!"

Hearing this filthy talk sent me over the edge, and while I pressed my finger down on her clit, I rammed the full length of my cock into her. She didn't even feel a thing, and said, "I wish shots were this painless." I began deep pumps, almost pulling my cock out before drilling it back into her wet cunt. She was just as perfectly tight as Cousin Jessie, and her vaginal contractions rubbed the full length of my cock. We continued at this pace for several minutes, until my sister cried out, "I'm going to cum, Baby," and I said I was too.

Jen shouted, "cum into your sister's pussy! Fill my cunt with your love juice, and believe me, I did. It was an out of body experience, feeling my own sister's warm, tight pussy filling with my cum, squeezing it out of my cock as she spasmed from her climax. As we came, I rubbed Jen's clit while we french-kissed. I asked her if she'd had enough, and she said with a slight grin, "who the fuck do you think I am, someone's grandma?!? We're just getting started, you little fucker!" 

Those words made me feel hot again, and a few seconds later, my cock was once again fully hard, and starting Round 2 of our awesome Sibling Fucktacular. I watched my sister's huge breasts bounce with every one of my thrusts, and she yelled "yeah, fuck your sister!" I bent down to suck on her nipples, which I found to be very sensitive. I ran my fingers through my beautiful sister's sleek black hair, and caused a wave of electric excitement through her body as I blew a raspberry on her left nipple and buried my cock up to the hilt inside of her at the same time. We came once again, deciding to wait out the afterglow of of our orgasms while watching watching Jessie and Cousin Ray finish off. 

Cousin Ray was thrusting deep into his sister's pussy, his hips making the fap-fap-fap noises as they met with hers. They were playing with each other's nipples with their free hands, while Ray was going to town on Jessie's clit with his right index finger. Oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, fuck me, Bro," Jessie yelled as her brother rapidly slid in and out of her pussy. "That's it, almost there!" 

"I'm cumming," each of them cried, and I saw some of Ray's cum flow out of his sister's pussy, even though his entire cock was buried inside of her.

"Attention all incest fest participants," Ray said after finishing, "we will now swap back to our cousins, and start our next round, 'Pain in the Ass,' which you can assume it means we get to do ANAL!!"

"Who said you could be in charge, you self-absorbed dumbass," my sister snapped, after which we immediately burst into laughter.

"Well, my dear Padawan, I am, at twenty-four years of age, born in the Year of Our Lord 1990, the eldest one in our group by three years, so by default, I am the spokesperson and the leader," Cousin Ray replied in his best "posh" Englishman voice.

"Well, in that case, after this, you can go fuck yourself while I fuck your cousin and sister, my dear Youngling," I retorted, giving him a more bitter taste of his own medicine with the Star Wars insult.

"That actually sounds like a fun idea, me getting a front row seat at the first-ever Johnson family threesome," Ray replied. "I bet it will only take you ten minutes for the erectile dysfunction to kick in"

"Shut up, you can't even fuck Jell-O, and you have the sex appeal of Larry King," I snapped back. "Prepare to watch the best fucking in the entire history of fucking," I announced as I lubed up Cousin Jessie's asshole with my cum. I looked over, and saw that Cousin Ray did the same for my sister, and we counted down, "3-2-1, TIME FOR SOME ASS!!"

Because of the nature of this sex act, I took it very slowly, gently slipping only just the tip of my cock into her asshole. I played with her clit as I slid my cock tip in and out, slowly advancing further into her crack. Jessie began loudly moaning with each thrust, and shouted, "I've practiced this with a dildo many times. Don't be shy." I took that as a hint to move even deeper into her asshole, a move that was met with a really big moan, followed by a deep, long sigh. It was unreal how tight Cousin Jessie's asshole was, and yet how fuckable it was with plenty of my homemade lube, courtesy of my cock.

We went at it for ten more minutes, during which we upped the pace, and I got in a few nice spanks on my cousin's tight ass. I shouted, "I'm gonna cum," and I heard Cousin Ray shout the same thing as he ass-fucked my sister. I admit he was doing better than I thought he'd be, but his positioning meant it would be harder for them to keep as fast a rhythm as Jessie and I were. I planned on making sure he learned soon enough.

"Okay Ray, time for your punishment for your unnecessary bossiness," I said after we pulled out of our partners. "You go in the corner and jerk off while I have the time of my life." My sister and cousin came forward, and they did "rock, paper, scissors" game to determine which one would ride my cock while the other one kneeled over my face for some cunnilingus, using the "best of seven" for their final score. While they were still playing the game, I went into the bathroom and thoroughly washed off my cock with soap and water. I couldn't wait to get back out there to find out who was going to ride me.

TO BE CONTINUED