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20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 01

By: MrShyTown



Ahhh, my cousin Denise.

Where to begin a twenty year tale of rising lust and sexual longing?

Suffice to say that however the story begins, it ends with the two of us in a very large bed, using all of it while finally exploring each other's every inch.

Before we get there, however, there's the little matter of twenty years of foreplay.

The first episode began during a visit my family made to Denise's house near the beach. I was 18. That's the first time I recall really noticing her as a sexual being. Before that she was just my cousin, who happened to be a girl. I hadn't seen her in a few years, since we lived about 1,000 miles apart. In the meantime, however, several changes had taken place, and I, as a horny teenager who already had a good ten years of masturbation behind me, noticed each change in a big way.

For one thing her tits had gotten much larger, seemingly out of nowhere, as I certainly didn't remember them that big a few summers before. In addition, the curve of her hips had become more pronounced and several other curves I hadn't noticed before caught my eye. 

All of this was revealed to me during a beach trip on our second day of the vacation. As I sat on my towel dousing myself with suntan lotion, Denise lowered her jean shorts and took off her white tank top not five feet from where I was sitting. Underneath was a dark green flower print bikini that I tried very hard not to stare at. This was my cousin, after all, and I knew I wasn't supposed to find her attractive. The problem, of course, was that she wasn't just attractive; she was downright hot. Long, straight black hair that fell midway down her back, deep brown eyes, those softball-sized breasts that really filled in her bikini top, and an ass that sent all sorts of filthy thoughts careening around my head. Add to that perfect tanned legs leading down to dainty feet with shapely toes and red painted toenails, and I was in total forbidden love.

It took me a full five minutes to get my erection to go down to the point where I could safely stand up and hit the waves. Throughout the day, I tried not to think of Denise's body in the way that I had been, and was somewhat successful, until it came my time to shower up back at her house. 

It was the empty suit that did it. 

Her still-wet bathing suit was draped over a hamper in the upstairs bathroom. She had showered before me and had left the two-piece on the edge of the wicker basket to dry. I noticed a glowing ball of excitement in my gut, followed by a rising of my cock as I gazed at the thin fabric that had been wrapped around my cousin's most private parts only minutes before. 

I couldn't resist. With a shaking hand, I reached for the bikini top and lifted it off the hamper. With both hands, I spread it open as it would have been on her chest. It was very damp, and the inside of the cups, where Denise's tits had sat all day, was lined with white polyester-like fabric. Standing there naked, my 18 year old penis fully erect now, I turned it over and lifted it to my mouth, holding the white fabric first to my nose, then my lips, imaging that I was kissing her actual nipple. The excitement was almost overwhelming. 

I laid the top down and picked up the Holy Grail, her bikini bottoms. It took a few seconds to figure out which was the waist and which were leg holes, but the bottoms were lined with the same smooth white fabric. I held them in front of me as if she were wearing them, marveling at how small the waist seemed. I sniffed the outside first, where her pussy lips would have been only moments before. I had been staring at this very spot on the beach, and her pussy had actually been in it - right here! I turned the fabric over and sniffed the inside, goose bumps standing out all over me. It, too, was still damp, and I thought I detected a slight, unfamiliar scent. I was still a virgin at 18, and while I had played around with my high school girlfriend, I had never gotten as far going down on her, though not for lack of trying. I licked the fabric, imagining that I was licking some of my cousin's actual juices off of her bikini.

It was about there that my other hand drifted down to my engorged member, and I casually began sliding my hand up and down the shaft.

At the time, I didn't really have any knowledge that there was such a thing as panty-sniffing as a fetish, but I was sure getting an education in it. Then, almost without thinking, I draped the bikini bottoms over my cock, placing the purple cockhead where her crotch had been. I commenced to some serious jacking off then, sliding my cousin's bikini bottoms up and down. The softness and wetness of the fabric felt incredible. Within 30 seconds I felt the familiar urgent pressure in my groin, and before rationality had a chance to take over I had spurted white cum all over the inside of Denise's bikini. 

I continued stroking away with the freshly lubed material until a wave of realization and guilt struck me. What had I just done? Have I violated my cousin? Certainly her privacy, but she must never know about this. And what now? Can she get pregnant if she wears these?

I panicked and started the shower, rinsing the bikini in hot water and rubbing the crotch with bar soap. I wrung them out a bit, then a moment of horror as I realized I didn't remember the positioning of the pieces on the edge of the hamper. What if she noticed they had been moved? 

I estimated the best I could and stepped finally into the shower. The guilt was soon replaced by the memory of how sweet that scent had been, and, my erection returned as I imaged having sex with my cousin in the shower, our slick naked bodies rubbing and slapping together. This thought was deliciously taboo, and I luxuriated in it as I stroked myself to another, almost painful climax

That night was a bit awkward for me at the dinner table, as I would forever see my cousin in a different light. Though I didn't know it at the time, the next day would bring an even stronger and stranger episode in my long, slow journey into lust with Denise.

To Be Continued...

20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 02



The day after my interlude with my cousin Denise's wet bathing suit, I woke up with my usual teenage morning hard-on, the one that couldn't have been cut with a ginsu knife. The knowledge that I was in the guest bedroom across the hall from my gorgeous 18-year-old cousin gave it an extra bit of steel belting. This time I was unable to satisfy myself, though, as I was roused out of bed by my mother, informing me that everyone was going shopping for three hours and that if I didn't want to go I could sleep in. Well, that was nice, except that now I was up.

I stumbled out of the room and into the bathroom, noting that the bikini was still where I had left it on the edge of the hamper. I thought about snatching it up and repeating yesterday's experience, but I heard a noise which stopped me. Sounded like someone moving around in another room. I had heard everyone leave a few minutes before, so that was odd.

I opened the door and moved into the hallway. Denise's door was closed. Then I heard it again: a dresser drawer closing, coming from her room. Hmmm. Alone in the house with Denise. My heart leapt and that feeling of excitement filled my gut once again. I went over to the door and knocked softly.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Thom," said the voice on the other side of the door.

"Can I come in?" I asked.

"Uh, give me a second. I'm in my tennis underwear." 

Oh, Lord. Why did she have to tell me that?

I had forgotten that she had a tennis lesson this morning. A few seconds later she popped out into the hallway wearing the prerequisite white tennis skirt and white polo shirt. I suppose I needn't mention that she looking stunning in both, and that the skirt set off her tanned legs fantastically. The shirt was tight, and there was just a hint of cleavage where the three buttons lined the top V-neck. The whole scene was automatically filed away in my future fantasies under "T" for Tennis.

"I guess you didn't want to go shopping," she said.

"Of course not," I answered.

"What are you gonna do?"

"Dunno. Probably watch TV or something."

"Okay, well, I've gotta go or I'll be late. I'll be back by noon," and she bounded down the stairs and was gone.

I wandered down stairs and toasted a few waffles, bringing them into the small dining nook and sitting down at the table. A large and cumbersome bookshelf covered one whole wall, and was stacked with books and magazines. It had always been like that, and I'd never taken much notice of it. Now I got up and began to file through some of the magazines: National Geographic, Boating, Tennis, the usual stuff. And what was this? Penthouse? 

Indeed it was. Not just one issue, but a dozen, scattered in amongst the others. I couldn't believe the find. This was several years before the internet, so a "nice" boy who was also a bit shy didn't have too many resources for getting his hands on a girlie magazine. I wasn't quite up to asking for one at the local 7-Eleven just yet. I had seen Playboy at my friend's houses in high school, but had little experience with any of the harder-core stuff. The fact that my uncle (I was assuming it was his) kept this stuff just lying around in the kitchen was surprising. I guess my aunt didn't mind. I wondered if Denise had seen these. How could she have avoided seeing them? I had a brief image of Denise rubbing herself all over while looking at one of the pictorials. Wow, that was a good one.

I had a good 2 and a half hours to kill, so I stacked a few copies of Penthouse on the table and started going through them. Like Playboy, there were lots of articles, and knowing my uncle, that's probably why he had a subscription. Lots of stuff for "the sophisticated man of good taste". Oh, and of course, spread-eagle shots of naked women. I'll never figure that one out.

For me, someone who did not consider himself a man of good taste necessarily, it was great. Along with the usual centerfolds, there were pictorials with two women, and even a few couples. No actual penetration, but they got close enough, and I suppose the idea was that the guy was about to put it in or had just taken it out.

So there I sat, rubbing my extremely rigid cock through my boxer shorts, sitting at the kitchen table, when a footstep on the front patio right outside the window behind me sent a shock of electricity through my body. I turned and, through the half open vertical blinds, saw Denise with her keys in her hand. I was positive that for a brief instant she saw exactly what I was doing, though not what I was looking at. I quickly slid the newspaper over the magazine and sat up straight in my chair as she came through the front door. She stopped in the entry and looked at me with an out of breath but amused look on her face.

"What are you up to?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said, my voice shaking a little I'm sure. "Just, ah, reading the paper and stuff."

"And something else, too?" She was looking at the stack of Penthouse magazines, which I had left completely out in the open.

"Oh, yeah. Those are kind of interesting. Believe it or not, there are some really good articles in there."

"I'm sure," she said, rolling her eyes a bit. "I just came back for my checkbook. I have to pay my teacher today."

She turned and ran upstairs.

How embarrassing was that? I had never gotten caught masturbating before, and certainly it couldn't get worse than being caught by my cousin, a girl I thought was not only hot and someone who's opinion of me I cared deeply about, but also someone who might tell my mother or the entire rest of my family what she had seen. Probably not, but who knew?

She came rushing back down the stairs with her checkbook a few seconds later, and I hadn't moved.

"Okay, Thom, I'll be back," she said in a singsong voice. "Don't have too much fun." That last was said with a slight shake of her head, though she sounded more amused than disappointed. I watched her cross the patio and hop down the stairs into the parking garage, the short white skirt bouncing up and down over that sculpted ass.

Now, as shamed as I was, I've never been one to quit while I'm ahead, and watching her leave had given me an idea. The house was empty, her bedroom was right upstairs, and in that bedroom were all of her clothes, including the rest of her bathing suits and...her...underwear. Why hadn't this occurred to me before?

I put away the magazines where I thought I had found each of them and check to make sure the front door was locked. I'd need all the warning I could get for what I was about to do. My cock still erect and pulsating in my shorts, I climbed the carpeted stairs and found Denise's bedroom door closed again - but not locked. I gently pushed the door open and was greeted with the most wonderful smell I could imagine. A teenage girl's bedroom: traces of fruity perfume and promising hints of more earthy scents. Denise was fairly neat and clean, compared to some of my friends' sisters, and everything seemed to have a place. Pink was in evidence nearly everywhere, from the comforter on the bed to the dresser to the color of the desk. The dresser was my goal, so I went over and did some sleuthing. I was becoming an expert at this by now, I thought, so I made a mental note of everything: how far open the drawers already were, any indentations my shoes had made in the carpet, etc. Where might someone keep things like panties? Top drawer or bottom drawer, I said to myself. I eased open the top drawer slowly. Bingo...

To Be Continued...



20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 03



Makes sense, doesn't it? Socks and underwear, the first thing you put on, keep 'em in the top drawer. And that's indeed where I found my Cousin Denise's panties, in the top drawer of her pink dresser. I was reasonably assured that she wouldn't be back for at least an hour, and the rest of the house was empty, everyone having gone shopping that morning.

Everything else in the room was neatly folded and in its place, but the panty drawer was like a jumble of wild color: red silk, blue satin, lacy yellow thongs, a few black and silver g-strings, all haphazardly tossed into the drawer in no particular order. The perfumed scent that rose above the mess was intoxicating.

Carefully noting the position of it, I gently lifted a tiny red silk panty out of the pile and spread it out. The fabric was so thin it was barely there. It was impossible not to picture Denise's womanly hips filling out the sides, and her smooth thighs stretching the leg holes. The mound of her pussy would be...right...there. I held the crotch of the panties up and, arching my head back, laid them directly onto my face, my nose buried in the outside of the narrow strip. 

I had been rock hard for basically an hour, and as I stood there in the middle of the room, I could feel the pre-cum moistening the front of my boxer shorts. I waited a second before inhaling the full scent of her panties into my nose. I think I could've come right there, without even touching myself. Along with the flowery perfume scent was a sweet musk that I was sure was the aroma of my cousin's pussy.

That was really all I needed, it turns out. I had wanted to sample a few of the other panties, but I had an 18 year old's sense of sexual control, so I immediately laid the red panties on the carpet and laid down on my stomach with my face even with the crotch. Imagining myself to be nestled in the "V" of Denise's legs, I slowly licked her panties as if her wet pussy was waiting behind them. My cock was now straight between my stomach and the floor, and I was rubbing back and forth over the soft carpet. I pretended to pull the red silk aside to lay bare her dripping lips and swore I heard her aching moans as I tongued her engorged clit. As her orgasm rocked her hips upward into my face, I came with shuddering intensity into my shorts, some of the sticky cum seeping onto the carpet.

I lay there for a minute, satiated, until, as if on cue, I heard a key turn in the lock downstairs.

I didn't think I could even move that fast, but in what seemed like half a second I was up, the red silk was back in the drawer, damp parts and all, the drawer was closed, and I was rubbing the wet spot dry with my sock. Looked like quite an indentation in the carpet where I had laid down, but nothing could be done about that now. I just had to pray that whoever it was didn't come straight up the stairs. I backed quickly out the door and closed it as silently as I could, stealing across the hallway into my own room just as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

It was Denise.

"Thom, you up here?"

I poked my head out the door.

"Yeah, I'm just getting dressed."

"About time. Jeez."

"You're back early," I said.

She was standing in the hall in her sparkling white tennis outfit, talking to me without looking into my room.

"Yeah, my teacher had to go pick up his kids. Sucks, too, because I think this is my last lesson with him."

I pulled on a pair of jeans. "He's good?"

"Yeah, well, he's an okay teacher, but he's also gorgeous."

"Ah, so that's why you're so interested in tennis these days." 

A twinge of jealousy there. What's he got that I ain't got. I mean, other than not being directly related to you and all that? I kept that part to myself.

"You got it, kiddo," she replied. "I'm gonna take a quick shower before everyone gets back."

With that she went straight into the bathroom.

Good, I thought. That'll give me a chance to make sure I didn't leave any incriminating evidence in her bedroom. After I heard the water come on, I slid back into her room and smoothed out the carpet. I was tempted to leave it as it was, as there was sort of an allure to having her wander around in a room with the indentation of my cock staring right at her without her having a clue. Too risky, though.

As I stepped out of her room and closed the door once again, I realized that the bathroom door was not closed. It came within about 6 inches of being closed, and it brought up all sorts of interesting questions. Did she leave it open like that on purpose? She knows I'm the only other one here, knows I'm a horny bastard, why wouldn't she be more careful about a thing like that?

This was a dilemma. Most likely there was no conscious intention there, but on the off chance that there was, did I not have an obligation to take advantage of the invitation? Crazy thoughts, but then again, raging hormones will send the mind on some pretty weird trips.

I could hear the water splashing around, and I knew Denise was in there.

Naked.

Rubbing soap all over her body.

And the door was open.

I crept slowly toward the bathroom and peered into the narrow window that I had without touching the door. The way the bathroom was laid out, I didn't have a direct view of the shower, as it was off to the right and around a corner. What I did have was a direct angle view of the bath sink mirror, which gave me an indirect view of the shower. The exhaust fan was on, and with the added air from the open door there was very little steam, and the mirror was crystal clear.

The shower was one of those bathtub shower combos with a sliding glass door, which was not clear glass but a bit smoky. Behind it, there was Denise in all her glory, though from my view she was more in silhouette. I could make out all of her tanned curves, but very little detail. Once in a while a part of her body would brush the door and I would get a clear glimpse of naked skin: a thigh here, an ass cheek there. Her straight, dark hair cascaded down her back, and I could see the outline of her gorgeous tits in profile.

This was all heavenly, and the best part was that she really had little chance of seeing me. Risking a bit of movement, I pushed the door open a bit wider. I could now squeeze through it if I wanted to. 

I toyed with the idea of just walking in and going for it, since there was a chance that's what she intended anyway. My hands were shaking. Hell, my whole body was shaking. No, I thought finally, if I was wrong it could get ugly, and I was probably wrong. 

It had been a good several minutes since my last orgasm, and of course I was ready to go again, and insistently so now that I was watching my beautiful cousin nude, wet, and rubbing herself all over.

I got down on my knees and crawled into the bathroom on all fours until I got to the corner, around which was the shower. I lowered myself down onto the linoleum, my stiff erection almost painfully resting on the hard floor. Peering around the corner, I was rewarded with a much closer view. I was now only about 5 feet away. Looking in the mirror had almost seemed like watching it on TV compared to this.

She was facing away from me, and I could slightly make out the crack of her shapely ass behind the sliding door. 

And now I noticed something else: her tennis uniform, crumpled on the floor right in front of me. The white polo shirt was there, and the small white socks, and the skirt, and nestled within it was a small pair of white cotton panties: the tennis underwear she had told me about earlier. She had obviously slid both down over her thighs at the same time.

And I could reach them.

Very slowly I moved my hand across the floor and hooked my little finger around the edge of the panties. Glancing up at Denise to make sure she was facing away, I dragged them back to where I lay, leaving them just under my nose.

Ever since my cock had met the floor, I could feel the orgasm that was imminent. The slight movement forward and back while I reached for her underwear had brought me to the brink. Now, as I lowered my nose to her still sweaty and musk filled panties, I could wait no longer. My cock jerked and spasmed as I filled my boxer shorts with cum, the whole time simultaneously watching my naked cousin in the shower and breathing in the sweet aroma of her pussy on her sweat-stained panties.

There wasn't time to bask in the afterglow this time either, as she surely must be almost done showering soon. I slowly eased her panties back to an approximation of where they had been, right inside the white skirt, at the same time that she began turning off the water inside the shower.

This was gonna be close.

I backslid through the bathroom door, hoping I wasn't leaving any sticky residue on the floor. In the same motion I was closing the door back to where it had been. Just as I stood up in the hall, still hard and very sticky, I heard the sliding doors open. 

Back in my own room, my heart beating like a banshee, I was sort of amazed at what I had just pulled off.

It would be a year before I was able to get that close to Denise again, in another state in a very different way, but it would be well worth the wait.

To Be Continued...



20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 04



The next time I got a chance to see my beautiful cousin, a year had passed, and it was time for the big summer family get-together once again. This year my Aunt decided we should all meet for five days in Las Vegas. This didn't excite me all that much, as I had been to Vegas a few times before and, at 19, was still technically too young to partake of the best that town has to offer.

The crew this time was extensive: my mother, my brother and I, two Aunts, two Uncles, two male cousins, and finally my cousin Denise, along with her best friend Jenna. This was to be the first of many family occasions that Jenna was to grace with her presence. What was left of her family back in New York was in disarray, and she much preferred our group to her alcoholic mother and a brother who was in and out of various penal institutions.

I didn't mind having her around at all, since she was...well, I wouldn't say "beautiful" - I guess "sexy" would be a better term. Sexy in a tough, New York Italian leather jacket wearing sort of way. She reminded me a lot of Marisa Tomei in "My Cousin Vinny", and that could never be a bad thing: dark, curly, shoulder-length hair, amazing pout-y red lips (the world hadn't been given the term 'Dick Sucking Lips (DSL)' back then, but that's indeed what they were). She was on the short side, 'petite' is the term I think, and what she lacked in bra cup size she more than made up for on the back end. Jenna had an ass that a man wanted to pitch a tent and camp on for the weekend. And something about the way she got it moving when she walked just oozed sexuality - to me, anyway. She seemed to like me fine as well during our first few exchanges, though my eyes (and my mind) seldom left Denise's body if she was nearby.

The whole lot of us took over the 14th floor of the Excalibur Hotel/Casino on the south end of the Strip. I was rooming with my brother, and as fate, or luck, or lust would have it, we were not only next door to Jenna and Denise, but the rooms featured an adjoining door. Whether this was intentional on the part of my Aunt to keep the kids entertained or not matters little. It was a fact, and a small portal to Heaven had just announced itself in my hotel room.

The first night was spent wandering up and down the Strip on foot. It was just the younger set, including my two male cousins from New Jersey, Mark and Jonathan. During the course of the evening, it became fairly obvious that Mark had a major thing for Jenna, and she did her share of flirting with him in kind. They certainly both had the East Coast thing to bond over.

I spent most of my time uncomfortably trying not to stare at Denise's cleavage, which insisted on peaking out of her fairly low-cut blouse. It was black with silver stripes at an angle, and featured three buttons up the lower belly. The open "V" took care of the top half, and her golden tanned, slightly freckled globes set the whole thing on fire. Tight black designer jeans completed the look, and I found myself completely in thrall to the graceful curve of her hips as they swept up to her narrow waist.

More interestingly, while walking we got a chance to talk, probably more of a "conversation" than we'd ever had as adults. I think we were both surprised to discover that in many ways we thought alike - similar neuroses, similar likes and dislikes when it came to film and music. We had even read some of the same obscure authors. It added to the turn-on that my cousin was intelligent and imaginative, on top of being a total fox.

We got back to the rooms around midnight, and my brother, who had recently become Vegas-legal, headed downstairs to hit the casino. Jenna said goodnight to a disappointed Mark. I said goodnight to a radiant Denise, and the two girls disappeared into their room.

I had just gotten into bed, flipped on the TV, and was preparing to engage in my nightly ritual of rubbing one out to one of last summer's Denise encounters, when I heard a soft knock at the adjoining door.

I got up, padded over in my t-shirt and boxer briefs, and was more than a bit surprised to see Jenna standing there in an oversize black t-shirt. It fell to about mid-thigh on her small frame, but was thin enough not to hide too many of the curves underneath.

"Hey, Thom," she whispered.

"Hey."

"Watcha up to in here?"

"Um, not much, really. Just getting ready to...wind down. You?"

She looked back into her darkened room.

"Well...mind if I come in for a sec? Denise is asleep and I don't want to wake her up."

Not at all sure where this was going, I said "Sure." Hopping back on the bed, I propped myself against the wall and covered my lower body with the blanket. I had just met Jenna that day, and it seemed a bit strange to be sitting there in my underwear in front of her. That turned out to be the right move, because when she closed the door and walked over to the desk chair, the movement of those hips was enough to cause a stirring in my crotch that would have certainly been noticeable. 

I wasn't sure what she was wearing under that long t-shirt, but if she was wearing underwear, it was only the bottoms. The outline of her small but perky little tits was clearly visible under the thin fabric, her nipples standing out like pencil erasers. She pulled the chair out and sat down, legs together, hands on her knees.

"So I hope I'm not buggin' you, but I'm totally not ready to go to sleep yet. Do you mind hanging out?"

My tongue certainly didn't mind hanging out, and I decided to agree with it. "I think I can cope with the company of a half-naked girl for a little while."

She grinned. It was a nice smile, somewhat sarcastic by nature. A little jaded, though I wondered if she realized it came off that way. We talked for a while - the usual getting-to-know-you stuff, and she asked me a few questions about my cousin Mark. I in turn asked plenty of questions about how she knew Denise. I was slightly dismayed to learn that they had met primarily over liking the same guy at the junior college they went to. He had ultimately chosen Denise (really, who wouldn't, but what a nice problem to have) and the two had been dating ever since. So my cousin had a boyfriend at college. Not surprising, but why was I jealous?

Jenna's next question came as a bit of a shock. 

"You like your cousin, don't you?"

I paused. "Sure, she's a cool chick."

"But you think she's hot."

"Well...I suppose she's attractive, yeah. I mean, I'm not supposed to notice stuff like that."

"Hard not to," she smiled again. "I think she's gorgeous. And...if you don't mind me pointing this out, you do notice stuff like that. I'm pretty perceptive."

I must have turned about five shades of red, because she laughed, more genuine this time.

After about 45 minutes of conversation, it suddenly dawned on me - something that probably would have been obvious to someone less naive. This girl liked me. 

She wasn't just killing time, or trying to find out more about Mark. Shortly after this realization hit me, I began to look at her in a totally new way.

I had a habit of assuming that cute girls, especially those older than me (Jenna was 20, the same age as Denise), automatically wouldn't be interested. I was usually so busy fantasizing about them and undressing them in my mind that I never considered that the feeling might be mutual. In this case, my cousin so outshone anyone in her vicinity that I hadn't really given Jenna more than the cursory male gaze.

Now I really began to see her, noticing the smoothness of her pale legs, the mysterious feline bent of her eyes. Green eyes. Black hair and green eyes. Hmmmm...

I started to see her not just as a cute girl, but a cute girl that I just might have a shot at...touching, or something. 

Now all of a sudden it was up to me not to blow it.

I also noted that during our talk, her small feet had drifted up from the floor to the edge of the TV table, so that the underside of her creamy white thighs was more visible. A little further and I'd be able to get an answer to the question of panties...or no panties.

To Be Continued...



20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 05



Having just established in my mind that Jenna might be willing to do more than just talk, I really had no idea how to proceed. Since there was obviously a chance that I had totally misinterpreted the signs, I simply kept talking. It so happened that a late night re-run of The Dukes of Hazzard was playing on the TV in my room, and I made some comment about it being my favorite show when I was 10 years old.
"Oh my God!" Jenna squealed. "I love that show! I had the biggest crush on Bo when I was little."
"How in the world did you relate to Dukes of Hazzard, growing up in Brooklyn?"
"I don't know if I ever related to it at all," she reasoned. "I just thought he was hot. I used to go to sleep thinking about him."
"At how old?" I asked.
"This was maybe when I was 10 or 11. I got started pretty young, ya know? Most girls don't...you know...get into doing things to themselves until later on in their teens."
"I totally understand. But I had you beat by about 4 years. No pun intended."
"Really? Wow. What a little horn dog you were."
"Not much has changed, actually."
“Not for me either,” she added. “If anything, I’ve just perfected it.”
This was my "in" and thankfully, I recognized it.
"You're, ah, welcome to come sit over here so you can see the screen better," I said tentatively.
She briefly pursed her lips, as if thinking it over, and then laughed. "I thought you'd never ask."
She jumped up and skipped around to the far side of the bed and hopped on, first kneeling, then laying back on two propped up pillows next to me. She was demurely pulling her shirt down the whole time, lest I see anything, but she ended up sitting very close, with her leg actually touching mine. She was close enough to more or less confirm my theory of her intentions. That slight pressure of her leg against mine, even though I was under the covers and she wasn't, was enough to really start my relaxed cock twitching, and I slowly felt my erection start to grow. 
After a few seconds I almost involuntarily draped my left arm around her shoulder, and she responded immediately by nuzzling her face down onto my chest. No doubt about it now. Her hair smelled like strawberries. I bent slightly to kiss her on the forehead, and she suddenly turned her face upward. Her warm ruby lips were slightly parted in invitation, and soon we were kissing passionately, our tongues searching, exploring. She tasted exotic, foreign, and the desire seemed to be seeping out of her skin. My erection went from growing hard to rock hard in seconds, as if it knew what should come next when I didn't quite know myself.
We had both completely forgotten about the TV by now. In fact, there could have been fifty naked girls on the screen and I wouldn’t have cared to notice.
I must have kissed Jenna for a good couple of minutes, but my hands remained where they were, almost afraid to move. After all, what if all she wanted was a kiss? She hadn't moved her hand from my shoulder either. Maybe this was as far as she wanted to go.
Then, ever so slowly, her left hand began sliding down, first caressing my chest through my t-shirt, then inching down to my stomach, sliding side to side across it. She held it there, no doubt feeling a similar hesitation about going further. I decided to help her with the decision. I began to move my pelvis up and down, as if to inspire her to keep going. On one of these upswings, my erect cock, still sheathed in the blanket, brushed against her hand, and she drew in a quick breath.
That was all the encouragement she needed, though, and her hand slid under the sheet, then the blanket, and found my rigid shaft, began caressing its length through my underwear. She let out a low moan, as if in appreciation of what she found there.
Our lips had never separated, and now she kissed me harder as her small, delicate hand explored my balls and traveled up and down my board-hard pole. Her whole body was getting into it now, her bare left leg rubbing up and down mine over the blanket. 
I realized that this had been her goal from the minute I had answered the door, and I felt a bit foolish for taking so long to allow it to happen.
Finally I decided to let my right hand go exploring, and I rested it on her t-shirt covered hip. Under the shirt I could feel the outline of her panties. Being an aficionado, I quickly deduced that she was wearing cotton bikini panties, the kind with a half-inch wide elastic band that went around the hips. One of my favorites. But what color? I imagined black, the same color as the shirt. 
I began to slide my hand down toward her bare thigh, reached the end of the shirt, and was about to slide it up when she suddenly shifted herself downward and began kissing my chest. She moved further down toward the foot of the bed until she was kissing my stomach, lifting my shirt up so as to get to the bare skin.
My cock was a tent pole by this time, holding up the fabric of my underwear, and a distinct wet spot had appeared at the apex, soaked with pre-cum. Her wet lips soon found the top of the tent and closed over my cock-head, saturating the fabric of my briefs with her saliva. She began an up and down motion, giving me a clothed blow-job (my first of any kind) as far down as the fabric would let her, softly moaning the whole time. The sensitive skin of my cock was aching to be free of the fabric and to be engulfed by her moist lips.
I needed to do something with my hands, so I threaded them through her dark, curly hair, eventually sending one down the back of her neck and under the collar of her shirt. Her skin was on fire.
Suddenly she came up for air and released my sopping hard-on, grasping the waistband of my shorts and peeling them down, freeing my cock, which sprang straight up at a 90 degree angle from the bed.
Then she went nuts.
She pounced on my naked cock like a rabid puma, taking it all into her mouth and shaking her head side to side like a wild animal tearing at a piece of meat. 
Now, at five inches, I may not be long, but I am certainly wider than average, which at the time I wasn't really aware of. Jenna certainly seemed to be enjoying it, however. As I've said, I was still very much a virgin, and this was also my first oral experience. I had gotten to "2nd base" with a previous girlfriend, but had never been allowed to get past the fingering stage. Now I can appreciate how spoiled I was by Jenna's skill and obvious experience. 
She sucked and slurped with abandon, using her silky hand as often as her mouth to slowly tease pleasure out of my body. I think the sight of her tongue expertly gliding around the tip of my cock was as arousing as the feeling of it. She had her eyes closed, savoring the taste of cock like a fine wine, willing the cum out of me. When it finally came, it came from deep inside, and over the long journey it had built up so much steam that it shot out of me like Old Faithful.
Jenna was using her hand at that particular moment; her face just inches away from the tip, now eying the fine job she was doing, and the first wave coated her cheek and the corner of her mouth before she could get her lips back over the engorged purple cock-head. The remainder of my creamy load was taken into her mouth, and she vacuumed it up as quickly as I could pump it out.
It was only then that she finally opened those bright green eyes and looked at me as she licked the rest of my cum off of her cheek. 
'She really is pretty cute,' I thought to myself. 'No Denise, of course, but cute.'
As much as I had enjoyed what had just happened, I would still have preferred that it be Denise's lips I had just cum all over. Couldn't help it. I was glowing, but it was equal parts Jenna's performance and the knowledge that a blow-job from my cousin would have felt similar to the exhilarating experience I had just been through.
I had suddenly gotten very sleepy, and noticing this, Jenna leaned over me and gave me a long kiss on the cheek. Her shirt had ridden up, and I could now see that the bikini panties were in fact red. That worked just fine for me. I briefly considered asking her if I could sniff her panties while she was wearing them, figuring it was my turn to get my mouth between her legs, but she jumped off the bed, flipped off the bedside light and softly said, "Goodnight, Thom. See you tomorrow!" With that she slipped back out the adjoining door. I was sorry that the room was now so dark that I didn't get a rear view as she left.
I was asleep a few moments later, but my last thoughts involved something about how lucky I had just gotten, and also how I'd just gotten a blow-job with my hot cousin lying a few feet away in the next room. 'That's pretty close," I thought. 'But not close enough."

To Be Continued...



20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 06



The day after my encounter with Denise's friend Jenna was spent taking in the sights of Vegas in separate groups. Unfortunately, I was not in the group with Denise and Jenna most of the day. Finally, in the late afternoon, exhausted from too much walking and the endless parade of people, I stumbled back to the room and found the two girls just getting back from a shopping marathon.

Both girls were wearing the spoils of the hunt, and both had purchased similar outfits: tight-hugging jean skirts and button-up blouses. Denise's was white and looked silky, while Jenna had on a green top that matched her eye color. On her feet, my cousin wore black flip flops, and Denise some thin white sneakers and white ankle socks.

They wanted to ditch the rest of the crew and have dinner at the Hard Rock Hotel, and asked if I wanted to join them. Of course I jumped at the chance. Jenna was still fairly flirtatious with me, which led me to believe that last night's oral encounter would not be a one-time only connection. Before dinner, however, there was primping and showering to be done, and Denise wanted a nap. First she disappeared into their bathroom, so Jenna asked if she might take a shower in mine. Quite an opportunity there, and I offered it up directly. 

I was sitting on the bed reading a magazine a few minutes later when she strolled through my room, towel and shampoo in hand. Just before she rounded the corner into the bathroom, she shot me a seductive smile that was a little hard to read; an invitation, or just a tease? My self-doubt caused me to hesitate for a bit. 

I also realized I had left my cell phone in the girls' room, so I popped my head through the adjoining door and saw something that made me draw my breath in quickly: my cousin was lying on her side on the bed, facing away from me, barefoot but still wearing the jean skirt, her long dark hair splayed out on the white pillow. She hadn't heard me, so I decided to let her sleep. I tiptoed over to the dresser and grabbed my phone, and was turning to leave when I realized that from that vantage point, if I kneeled down, I would be looking straight up her skirt.

Hoping that she was indeed fully asleep, I knelt down on the carpet and my gaze followed her silky legs up to wear they disappeared under the denim skirt. From there it was too dark to see anything, until, as if on cue, she shifted and separated her legs until she was lying on her stomach. Her thighs were now open about 4 or 5 inches, and the skirt had ridden up slightly, giving me a perfect view of a pink silk panty mound. What I wouldn't have given to crawl up on the bed between those thighs, slide the skirt up the rest of the way and...

Yeah, can't be thinking like that when I'm only a few feet away. My cock had fully announced itself in my pants, and all it would take would be for her to wake up and see her cousin standing there with a huge boner; hard to get a clean getaway from that one. I took a last longing look and slipped back into my own room. 

Doubts be damned. I was horny enough then not to care about what that look from Jenna had meant. I heard the shower running, so I boldly pushed open the bathroom door. I managed to surprise both Jenna and myself, as the shower was indeed running, but she wasn't in it. There she sat on the toilet, jean skirt pulled up and panties around her knees. We both let out a yelp and I immediately backed up and out the door, closing it almost all the way and apologizing profusely.

"Sorry, sorry!" I said, gritting my teeth. "I thought you'd be...you know..."

At least Jenna was giggling now. "You thought, huh? Well, you thought right, but, ah...just a little bit early, I guess."

"Yeah, I heard the water and stuff, so..."

"It's okay. Don't sweat it. Just give me a second."

I couldn't get the image of her sitting on the toilet out of my head. Maybe I was just super juiced from watching my cousin, but she looked good like that, her knees together, feet slightly splayed, those silky white panties bunched below her knees. And she was peeing. My god, it was actually a turn-on to me. I was learning all sorts of things about my twisted mind these days. I had never considered a toilet as an object of sexual interest, so this arousal was new to me.

"Uh, Jenna?" I said sheepishly.

"Yes?" She knew I was up to something.

"Suppose I was...to come back in, and you would, ya know, stay...where you are."

"What?"

"I mean, you look really good -- sitting there."

A pause.

"Why Thom -- are you saying you want to watch me pee?"

I hesitated, but only for a second. "Yes," I whispered, out of breath.

"You dirty, dirty boy."

Another pause.

"Come on in."

I pushed the door open, stepped in and leaned back against the sink. She was blushing a bit, and her hands moved down between her legs in a show of bashful protection.

"I was sort of done, actually...but..."

This must have been new for her, as well. She looked so cute, her curly black hair pinned up, the green blouse open at the neck... It was those panties that captivated me, however. Simple white silk, rumpled and certainly sweaty from a full day of walking in the sweltering Vegas summertime.

"That's okay," I answered. "I can wait."

She smiled, and her gaze fell on the bulge in my jeans.

"Can you?" she said coyly.

"Actually I have an idea that might pass the time."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

With that I stepped over to her and kneeled down on the floor as if in supplication to a Goddess. Using only my lips, my hands behind my back, I began kissing at her ankles above the short white socks she still wore. Exploring every inch of her smooth skin, I moved up her calves until I could smell those panties getting closer and closer. In my mind I was doing this to my cousin lying on her bed, and it was her pungent crotch I was kissing my way toward.

Jenna didn't quite know what to make of this yet, but her breathing was becoming quite audible now.

At last my tongue reached the edge of the silk panties, and I worked my way inward to the crotch. The aroma of moist, sweaty pussy was overpowering here, and I gently lapped at the spot, tasting a days worth of secretions.

A slightly surprised gasp escaped Jenna's lips. I had sniffed my share of panties up until now, but this was the first time they'd been attached to an actual girl. The realization that her bare pussy was mere inches away from my face suddenly sent a wave of excitement rolling through me.

"Mmmm...well I guess we know Thom likes panties," she purred.

I just moaned. She took her right hand out of her crotch and ran it through my hair. "Me, too."

I didn't give too much thought to what that might mean. Instead I reached out a hand and cupped the crotch of her panties, taking one long, slow lick of the slick surface as I looked up and into her sparkling green eyes. Her tongue had involuntarily slipped out, and she licked the corner of her lips, as if tasting her cunt right along with me.

What followed seemed inevitable. I had never tasted pussy before, but my desire to get my mouth on Jenna's slit was irresistible. I pecked at the inside of her knees and her inner thighs on the way up, but I was in a rush to get to where those thighs met, and where one of her hands still blocked the way.

I was now over the open toilet bowl, and could smell the pee she had recently unleashed. She hesitated in moving her hand away, and just before I went to move it myself, she whispered, "Wait...there's more."

As she raised her fingers a few inches, revealing a beautiful mound of short black hairs protecting a glistening pink labia, I saw a thin stream of whitish-yellow piss squirt out. Every instinct told me that this was not supposed to be an arousing experience, but it was an unbelievable rush.

Jenna was moaning softly, as though this were sexually pleasurable for her as well, and I found it unexpectedly so for me. Just as the small stream was ending and the last drops were ejected, I shocked myself by diving into her wet cunt with my tongue and slurping those droplets up, at the same time making my first contact with the soft folds of a girl's pussy and tasting the salty juices waiting there.

Jenna shifted slightly forward on the seat and leaned back. Her wet slit was now offered up to me in its full glory. Both of her hands were now threading through the hair on the back of my head as I slid my tongue further from her clit (or what I at least assumed was her clit) down to what seemed like the edge of a deep reservoir. I had found the sopping opening of her pussy, and as her hands guided me, the tip of my tongue wiggled up inside her, and I was rewarded with more sweet nectar than I could have imagined.

Her panties were preventing her from spreading her legs, so I lowered them over one stocking-ed foot and the flower of her sex opened even further. By now her thighs were trembling and was whispering, "Oh, Thom...Oh, yes" over and over.

My cock was absolutely stymied in my jeans, and it was getting uncomfortable, so as I licked her, I undid the top button, then the zipper, enough so that I could get a hand down my pants and pull my pole out of my underwear.

The way she was moving told me Jenna might be getting close, and I stroked myself as she writhed under my tongue. She came in three or four sharp jerks, my mouth still suctioned to her cunt and feeling every one, as she emptied her womb onto my tongue. She had one knuckle in her teeth to stifle the cries she desperately wanted to make.

I continued to lap at her swollen lips until she noticed my rapidly stroking hand.

"Oh, lord, that was good. Are you gonna come now, baby?"

I moaned in response and she pulled me up to a standing position.

"Thom," she said, looking up at me with those piercing green eyes," I want you to come all over my panties."

That was certainly enough to finish me. She quickly untangled the silky pair from her ankle and held them in her lap, the stained crotch open skyward as a landing strip for my spunk.

I lowered my boxer briefs and bent my shaking knees before coating the silk with several jets of jism, some hitting her flushed pussy and a few drops falling into the toilet bowl and mixing with her yellow pee. I closed my eyes and saw, vividly, my cousin's bare ass, her pink panties pulled aside, my cum trickling down onto her peach fuzz-covered pussy.

"Oh, my god....yessss," Jenna hissed. "That's a good boy. Soak those panties!"

When I had shot the last of my load, my knees finally gave way and I involuntarily sat down on the floor with my back against the wall. Jenna was biting her lower lip and seemed just as interested in her panties as I was. As I watched, completely out of breath, she raised the messy fabric to her lips and licked some of my cum from the sweaty crotch area, her eyes meeting mine and then rolling upward in ecstasy.

Wow, I thought. This must be what my friends meant when they described a girl as a "freak". The idea that a girl could enjoy sex as much as a guy was a foreign concept to me. We were constantly told that we wanted it more, thought about it more, and that the girls sort of tolerated us. I was extremely grateful that I had stumbled upon someone who was big a horn dog as me.

Jenna took a few more little licks at her panties and then carefully set them on the counter. "I'm gonna save some of that for when I put those back on."

I just stared in wonder at the absolutely perverted nature of this girl. As she stood up from the toilet and lowered her skirt down over her hips, she peered curiously down at me.

"So, Thom, since you clearly have an appreciation of panties, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot," I answered.

"Have you ever gotten your hands on your cousin's panties?"

I hesitated for a second. I certainly didn't want the truth about this to get back to Denise, and this was her best friend. Jenna noticed the wheels turning.

"Aha! You have! I had a feeling..."

"You absolutely cannot tell her anything," I said.

She leaned against the counter, idly fingering her own soiled underwear.

"I won't," she said thoughtfully. "Though who knows, she might not mind."

"Oh, I think she would definitely mind. I mean, all I did was look at them, but still."

"I'm sure it was very innocent, Thom," she smirked. "I've been debating whether to tell you this or not, but I think I will... Last night after I left your room I got in bed. Denise was already asleep, or so I thought. After about 10 minutes, she must've thought I was asleep, because she started going at herself like a banshee."

"You're kidding," I said, incredulously.

"I think she heard us in here and it turned her on. To be honest, when she finally got off, I had to take care of myself. It was so hot, hearing her squirm around over there, trying to be quiet...mmmm mmmm."

"I would've done that for you," I pointed out. "But you took off."

She smiled. "Gotta save something for later, don't we?"

"Later?"

"Later. I've got a plan. Let's go have dinner, and when we get back, I've got a little something to wear that I think you might like. And this time, we won't close the adjoining door all the way."

I was dumbstruck. That was indeed a fantastic idea.

"What do you think she would do?" I asked.

"I don't know, but...well, you know her new boyfriend?"

"I haven't met him yet," I said.

"He's kind of a tool. I used to think he was cute, but his personality is enough to kill the buzz, big time. She's still into him, for whatever reason. So, she's been asking me about blow jobs a lot lately."

"You mean how to give one?"

"Can you believe she's never sucked a guy off?" Jenna said, laughing. "She really is a good little girl. Anyway, I think her curiosity will get the best of her. Plus, I may drop a hint or two tonight that she could get a visual demonstration."

My pulse was racing and I think I a bead of sweat broke out on my forehead. It had nothing to do with the steam in that bathroom, either. I felt like I was being carried along on a wild sexual roller coaster, and I didn't mind one bit.

"That sounds good to me," was all I could utter.

Jenna grinned. "Poor Thom, I hope when you get everything want, you know what to do with it," she purred.

I blushed beet red.

"Don't worry, though. If you don't, I'll teach you. Now get out of here and let me take a shower, would ya?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said dutifully, pulling up my pants and taking my renewed erection out the door and into my room.

To Be Continued...



20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 07



I have never before or since experienced an hour and half that took so long to get over with. I could barely touch my cheeseburger at the Hard Rock, since my stomach had turned to royal gelatin. The anticipation of Jenna's plan for later in the evening had all of my senses on high alert. I must have noticed every single attractive woman in the place (and there were plenty), wanting to undress and devour each one. By the time we paid the check and stepped outside to catch a cab, I was so horny that something as minor as my Cousin Denise's hand on my shoulder almost caused me to cream my jeans.

Denise hadn't changed out of her skirt, but she had put on some stretchy black pants underneath it, and now wore a tight pink t-shirt with some sort of rainbow design on the front. Her ample breasts pushed the shirt out to its limits, and out of sheer physical pain I finally had to stop looking at them.

Her best friend Jenna didn't help matters with her outfit: a shiny blue dress that ended just beneath her marvelous ass cheeks and sported a front "U" that dipped almost to her navel, her small bra-less tits clearly outlined under thin strips of satin. Sleek white high heels completed the look. What really nailed me, though, were the stockings. She couldn't have known that I had a thing for stockings and garters; heck, I barely knew it myself. The white, slightly opaque hose looked as though it didn't go much further up than the hem of her dress, and if there was indeed a garter belt and, oh, say, a matching thong up there I was in serious trouble. The greatest sexual night of my life might well turn out to last 45 seconds.

Discussion during dinner was mostly between the girls, and I honestly couldn't remember more than a few words of it if I tried. My mind was elsewhere: mainly underneath the table and underneath a couple of skirts. I do recall Jenna looking smolderingly at my cousin a few times, when Denise wasn't paying attention, and then catching my eye. What exactly was going on under that mop of curly black hair?

I could only imagine, but I could imagine quite a bit. I knew she was attracted to Denise, and something told me Jenna might have even been with a woman before. So there we sat, both lusting after my cousin's body, and neither in a position to just come out and say something.

But Jenna did have a plan. Had she told Denise yet? I made a point of getting up to go the bathroom at least a half dozen times, so as to give them plenty of time alone. As I made my way back to the table the final time, I was treated to a sight that made me want to find another excuse to go a few more times: Jenna had shifted in her chair to lean over and talk to my Cousin, and her blue dress had ridden up when she crossed her legs. There it was: a white garter, tracing a line from the top band of the lacy stockings, up her milky white thigh and disappearing into Eden. I wanted to see the rest of the scene so bad that I almost forgot that a few short hours earlier my head was buried between those thighs, licking her moist pussy on the toilet.

Now in the back seat of the cab, I somehow wound up in the "hump seat" between the two girls. Jenna was tucked up close on my right side, and Denise didn't have much room on my left, so both girls' legs were touching mine. I knew that Jenna noticed the bulge in my pants, but I still felt uneasy about Denise seeing it, so my hands were folded in my lap. Mixing with Jenna's familiar scent was the sweet and fruity perfume my cousin wore, which seemed awfully familiar. Then I remembered that this was the same whiff I had gotten upon opening her panty drawer a year before.

One of Denise's spectacular tits was brushing against my arm, and I looked over at Jenna, noting the sly, mischievous smile on her face, even though she kept staring at the road ahead. Undoubtedly she knew what I was thinking, though even she didn't have a dirty enough mind to comprehend the entirety of it.

When we got out at The Excalibur, I made sure I followed Denise out her side. This allowed me a quick glimpse of her shapely ass in the jean skirt. I wondered if she was still wearing the pink panties from earlier in the day, or if her pussy was covered only by the black stretch pants. I couldn't decide which was sexier, since they both sounded pretty good.

We parted ways at the hotel room doors once again, only this time Jenna came into my room with me. Denise gave us a slight smile and said, "Have fun, you kids," but otherwise gave no indication that Jenna had talked to her about tonight at all. 

"Oh, you know we will," Jenna responded, closing the door and hooking the Do Not Disturb sign into place.

Before I could ask the burning question – what had she told my Cousin – Jenna had me up against the wall, her hands fumbling with my belt.

"I want you on the bed, without pants, mister. Right now!"

"Yes, ma'am," I answered obediently, helping her get them off and losing my shoes. She was certainly wasting no time getting this going. I glanced quickly over at the adjoining door to Denise's room and noticed that it was still open a crack from earlier. 

"Now," Jenna ordered, "get on the bed and lie on your back. And get those boxers OFF!"

I did as I was told, my cock springing free and standing at 90 degrees to the rest of me. Jenna slipped off her heels and tiptoed around the room, turning off lamps and producing two candles from her purse. After lighting them both and placing one on the bedside table, the other near the TV, she switched my little portable boombox on and found some R&B station. Not my favorite, but I wasn't about to complain. Though the corners of the room were now in shadow, there was plenty of light to see what I needed to see. She came over to the bed and stood next to it with her back to me.

"Unzip me," she ordered.

I reached over and lowered the zipper on the back of her dress, noticing that my hand was trembling. The curve of her bare back gave way to the top band of a thong, not white as I had imagined, but pink. She shimmied out of the dress and climbed onto the bed, putting one foot on either side of me and standing over me in all her glory. The stockings whispered softly when she moved her thighs, and the garters framed the pink triangle of her panties, which now betrayed a small wet spot at the apex.

"Now, Thom," Jenna purred, "you are not allowed, under any circumstances, to touch me until I give you permission. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

"And if you're a good boy, you'll get your surprise. Don't you want your surprise?"

I gulped and nodded again. Jenna began to sway in time to the music. As her hips swung from side to side, her hands ran up and down her torso, briefly covering her perky pink nipples, then sliding down her hips, occasionally fingering the garter or the band of her thong. Slowly, her movements were bringing her downward toward my pelvis, bending her knees until her crotch was within inches of my crimson cockhead.

Instinctively I reached to grab my shaft; to at least stroke some of the pre-cum out of it that was building up, but Jenna's voice stopped me.

"Nuh uh, young man. You are not to touch yourself either – until I tell you to."

Wow. Now that was going to be difficult. My cock was already straining, aching to be stroked.

She snaked back up to a standing position and stepped forward about a foot. The wet spot on her panties was now directly over my head. Dancing her way down again, she stopped with her panties inches from my nose.

"Sniff it, Thom. Sniff my wet pussy."

I could see the outline of her fat clit under the fabric. The wet spot had definitely grown as well. I lifted my nose to her panties and inhaled the sweet aroma of her fully aroused pussy.

I must have moaned with delight.

"Smell good?" she asked.

"Oh my god, yes," I muttered.

"Now take a lick," she demanded.

I extended my tongue and touched it to the wet spot, lingering for a second to soak in some of her juices. I moaned again.

"Taste familiar?" she whispered.

"Yes," I muttered again.

"It should," she breathed. "It should taste like the pussy you ate out this afternoon...and, it should taste like your cousin's sweet cunt, too."

Then it hit me.

She was wearing Denise's panties. The same pair my cousin was wearing that afternoon when I had seen her lying on her bed. Damn, this was too much. I moved to get my mouth on those juices again but Jenna moved away.

"No, no, no...not until I say."

She stood up and turned around, still standing over me, but facing away.

She looked down at my cock. "And how is the rest of you doing with all this excitement, hmmm?"

I was ready to beg her to let me touch it.

"It looks like the taste of two pussies has gotten little Thom aroused," Jenna mused. "You may now touch my legs, and only my legs."

My hands moved to her stocking-covered feet, then slid upwards over her smooth calves. She bent down slightly, allowing my hands to roam inside her thighs and over the garter straps. I wanted to get to her crotch but I knew she wouldn't allow me to go that far yet.

"That's enough." She stood back up, and with her ass directly above me, began tracking small circles around my cock with her toes, eventually touching my ball sack lightly and then rubbing her foot up one side of my shaft and down the other. That small bit of friction sent lightning bolts through me, and though it was the absolute last thing I wanted to do, I knew I was going to cum.

Looking up at my cousin's panties wedged in the crack of Jenna's ass and feeling her stocking feet on my cock was just too much to bear, and involuntary jets of white spunk began shooting out of my cock as waves of somewhat guilty pleasure rolled through me.

"No, no, no! You bad, bad boy!" Jenna scolded. "Did I tell you that you could cum yet?"

I just grunted, and she quickly dropped to her knees and straddled my stomach, her hand finally grasping my twitching dick and catching some of the milky fluid.

"Stay in there!" she yelled, trying to shove the cum back into my dick hole. "For shame, Thom," she said, glancing back at me. "This won't do at all. I'm not through with you yet. Sooooo....we're just gonna have to get you ready again."

I don't think I had gotten ready again so fast in my life, and it wasn't simply due to those twice-worn pink panties that were now offered up inches from my face. Jenna went to work on my sticky cock with her usual expert style, and if I ever did lose any of my erection it wasn't much or for very long.

Figuring that all rules were off, I reached up and slipped a finger under the thong where it sloped down into the crack of her ass and slid it out and to the side, revealing that tantalizing clean asshole I'd been envisioning.

"No hands yet, mister," Jenna gurgled, pulling her lips off of my cock just long enough to scold me. She did help me out by scooting her ass back so that she was practically sitting on my face. I didn't need my hands for this. The thong was still pulled to the side, and I went straight for her puckered asshole with my tongue, rimming around the edge until everything softened up and I could get the tip of my tongue inside. I was totally unfamiliar with this orifice, and never thought I'd be putting my tongue on one, but damn if she didn't taste amazing. The subtle hint of my Cousin's perfume on those panties made it very easy to feel as though I was tasting her ass as well.

As if on cue, I caught a movement out of my left eye, and realized that if I pushed back against the headboard a little, I could see into the mirror on the wall to my left. My luck was such that the part of room this revealed was the adjoining door and the desk chair next to it. As I watched, the door was pushed open and my Cousin Denise tiptoed into the room, saw the chair and sat down silently. She must have felt that since she couldn't see my face, she was safe from me knowing she was there. 

She was barefoot, wearing an over-sized white t-shirt and the black stretch pants from earlier. The jean skirt was gone, however. She had curled up in the desk chair with her knees bent and her feet resting on the seat. What struck me, however, was the look of amazement on her face. She was totally engrossed in the sight of Jenna working my cock over with her mouth. What an amazing turn-on it was to know that my gorgeous cousin was watching my bare cock in its most glorious state! It was hard to tell if she was amazed by the girth of my shaft or the act itself.

I was having a hard time deciding if I should look at Denise or bury my nose in Jenna's ass, so I settled for a little of both. I wormed my tongue down to where the panties still covered her pussy and slid it under the soft fabric, finding her folds to be sopping wet. I briefly wondered if Denise knew these were her panties I was devouring. Probably not. I also didn't know if the two girls were making eye contact at all, which I felt was information that I really needed.

I was lasting longer this time, most likely due to sheer lack of sensitivity after all the friction that was going on deep in Jenna's mouth. After a while I looked over at the mirror again, only to see that Denise's hands had disappeared between her thighs. Was she actually going to do it, right here?

Her tongue was peeking out of one side of her mouth and twitching, as though mimicking Jenna's movements on my cock. She was learning how to give a blow job, all right, and it was turning her on. And this new boyfriend of hers was the one who was going to benefit the most.

I looked on as she lowered her bare feet to the floor and slowly spread her ankles apart. Not too far, but far enough so that her thighs parted about six inches. This allowed her to get a hand down between her legs, and she started rubbing the outside of the stretch pants in earnest.

Absolutely too good to be true; my cousin stroking herself while watching me get sucked off! I was in heaven. After a few seconds, her hand slid under the waistband of the stretch pants, and I knew she was directly stroking her clit. I wondered again whether there were panties under there, getting wet and getting in the way.

Jenna's voice interrupted me. "Keep licking that pussy, mister. Don't stop."

I tore my eyes from my cousin and went back to work on Jenna's swollen lips. She was moaning with pleasure and grinding her pussy down onto my mouth. The final glance I risked into the mirror found Denise opening and closing her brown eyes slowly, and I caught a slight shudder as she made herself cum, looking at my engorged cock in her friend's expert care. Removing her hand from her pants, she raised her legs back up and curled up in the chair once again.

"You've been a good boy, Thom. For the most part. Are you ready for your reward?" Jenna purred, still stroking my shaft with her right hand.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered. She raised her torso up and scooted forward, positioning herself directly above my swollen member. 

"Get ready," Jenna whispered.

'Wow. I'm actually going to have sex,' I thought, and that was all I had time to think before she slid her panties fully aside and lowered her pussy onto my pole, engulfing my cock in the most wonderful envelope I could have imagined. I forgot all about my cousin as my eyes rolled back into my head out of pure ecstasy. It was like sliding into a warm, tight glove, and when I opened my eyes and saw Jenna's toned back, the soft silk of the garter belt, her white stocking-encased legs to either side of me, and her meaty ass bouncing on my cock, I couldn't help shooting a second, almost painful load right inside her.

As the greedy jets spasmed out of my cock deep into her cunt, I looked over at the chair and saw that Denise was now gone. I was sort of glad she hadn't been around to see how short my first time ended up being. I preferred to have her thinking I was in here plowing Denise for hours on end, actually.

Jenna climbed off of me at last and my ruined cock slumped to the side. That would be it for a while.

Well, about two hours, to be exact. 

That was how long Jenna slept beside me, still wearing the thong and the stockings, before she got horny again and climbed back on top of me, facing me this time, and rode me gently until she came, her breath coming in short bursts. I didn't cum a third time, but it didn't matter. I was really beginning to like this sex thing, and I had just gotten one step closer to experiencing it with the only girl I really wanted, and was still sure I could never have.

To Be Continued...



20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 08



Two years later, I was living in Phoenix, and had the good fortune of not only still dating Jenna, but of having her living only a mile or two away. She had moved the year before and taken a nursing job downtown. We'd been so busy setting up a life in Arizona that we had rarely gotten to the coast to see family.

This Christmas, though, we'd resolved to get there. Neither of us had forgotten the adventure at the Excalibur in Vegas, and Jenna had actually kept the pink panties belonging to my cousin (needless to say, we had made use of them on a few other occasions as well). Whether she had told Denise that she had taken them she wouldn't say.

To my delight, Denise suggested we stay at her new condo near the beach, which, due to her new advertising job, was way more room than she could use. My cousin was single once again. Mike was a distant memory, and there had been a few others in between. She explained to us that she was just incredibly picky, and probably not easy to date. She'd been the "leaver" each time. 'Well, of, course', I thought. 'No man in his right mind would choose to break up with her.' I was jealous of the guys who got to have her for even one night.

We were installed in her spare bedroom downstairs on the afternoon of Christmas Eve, with the rest of the family staying at other houses or in a hotel. It was an "upside-down" condo, with the kitchen and living areas on the top floor, and all of the bedrooms downstairs. Denise's room was right next door to ours.

Jenna came to bed that night in a special outfit I had never seen before: a red lace bustier with matching thong and sheer red stockings -- perfect for the holidays, right? I never got it all completely off her, but as I was sliding in and out of her soft wet lips from behind, she kept whispering to me over her shoulder about how my cousin was just on the other side of the wall, and how much she'd like to invite her over and dine on her pussy while I watched. I silently gave another shout out to the almighty for allowing me to have this exquisitely perverted creature for a girlfriend.

I had asked her several times if she and my cousin, who'd been friends for a while, had ever hooked up, and if not, why the hell not? Her response was usually just a sly smile, an explanation that Denise was not that kind of girl, and a simple, " Don't worry, honey. If it happens, you'll be the first to know."

When once I probed further, she just said, "Trust me, Thom. I know this girl. There are lots of things that would have to happen for her to ever even consider it. First off, she's really only into guys, and if I were to try something at the wrong time it would ruin any chance -- for all time."

"So why don't you try getting her a little tipsy?"

She shook her head slowly, her curly black hair bouncing back and forth. "Alcohol doesn't work on Denise, darling. She gets sleepy and passes out after 2 or 3 drinks."

I grinned. "Hmmm.... I'm imagining Denise passed out on a couch. The perfect opportunity for us."

"For us? Why you sick and twisted little wacko.... It's bad enough to lust after your first cousin without wanting to molest the poor girl in her sleep." She paused. "Now, for me to be in that situation, however, not so bad...Hmmmm...."

She did the thing that always drove me nuts, biting her lower lip and drawing her eyes upward as if contemplating a truly naughty scenario. I always felt like jumping her when she did that. And, of course, at all other times as well.

The memory of that conversation faded quickly as I pulled out and shot a very sticky load of cum onto Jenna's lower back. She moaned softly and rolled over, falling quickly asleep, as evidenced by the deep rise and fall of her delicate breasts.

As for me, I couldn't sleep at all, thinking of Denise in the next room, so at the risk of Santa Claus passing me over, I got up, put on boxers and a T-shirt, and crept slowly upstairs to the living room.

One thing I'll say for my cousin: she had great taste in decorating. The marble-floored living room featured two amazingly comfortable white couches, a huge fluffy white rug, a large glass coffee table, and a wall mounted 48 inch LCD TV. This was also the site of the newly decorated and twinkling Christmas tree, which only added to the cozy atmosphere.

I curled up on the bigger of the two couches and found a replay of the Laker game in HD. It was a blowout, but I held out hope that my Suns might come back, so on I watched. I had just started to doze when I heard a whisper from the top of the staircase. "Thom? What are you doing up here?"

I glanced up sleepily and there was my cousin, a vision in thin, loose-fitting pajama pants and a lacy white tank top. She shuffled into the room, yawning.

"Couldn't sleep," I answered. "You too, I guess."

"Yeah, I'm not sure why, either. Probably has something to do with the dinner for 12 people I'm hosting here tomorrow, huh?"

I was thinking how absolutely unfair it was, the way her fantastically globe-shaped tits pushed that tank top out, the ample bronzed cleavage inviting a head-first dive. It wasn't just that Jenna didn't have much in that department. I didn't miss it at all with her. It was more that these full, natural tits were such an integral part of the womanly curves that made Denise so mysteriously sexy. She had so much trouble with relationships that she seemed almost uncomfortable in this amazing body. One got the impression that the depths of her sexuality hadn't been successfully tapped into by anyone yet.

"You're welcome to watch the game with me," I offered, motioning her to the couch. She slid onto the smaller one, which sat at a 90-degree angle to the one I was on.

"The game?" she said, clearly unimpressed. "You know, I have like 50 movie channels."

"Really? Free?"

"Yep. I think they start on channel 500 or something."

I flipped through a few movie channels -- League of Their Own, Jaws-something, one of the Lethal Weapon flicks that always seemed to be on, and then -- flash -- there it was: a medium shot of a naked couple banging away on a pool table.

"Whoa," I said, lingering on this channel quite a bit longer than the others. I looked over at Denise, who was giving me one of those stern, motherly "you know better than this" looks under her brow. This was roughly the same look she had given me when she walked in on me looking through her father's girlie magazines a few years back.

It was one of those late night "Skinamax" movies -- not hardcore, but certainly more so than the stuff I remembered as a teenager. The guy was lying on his back on top of the pool table, with a well-tanned and toned fake-titted blonde riding him cowgirl style.

I knew I would probably have to change the channel, but I decided to see just how long I could get Denise to watch this.

"Now that's one bad boob job," I chuckled.

Denise looked at me. "You're not really going to watch this, are you Thom?"

"C'mon, Cuz. You're telling me you have all these channels and you've never checked this stuff out?"

The girl on the screen had shifted around to reverse cowgirl. Slow motion close-ups of faces writhing in imitation pleasure followed.

"Ah, no, actually I don't watch this stuff at all," she said. "I didn't even know I got channels like this."

Close-up of the guys face as he faked a climax. No guy has ever been that expressive while cumming, I would argue. Cut to a morning view of a swimming pool behind an expensive house.

"Watch this," I told Denise. "The dialogue scenes are the best parts of these movies. The bad acting has to be seen to be believed."

I turned up the volume a bit. An obviously rich middle-aged woman was talking on the phone while sitting on a lounge chair by her pool. She wasn't leaving nearly enough time for someone to answer on the other end, and the emotion it looked like she was shooting for, genuine anger, was coming across more like cartoon anger.

"See what I mean?" I asked Denise.

"I see. Anything else on?"

"Just wait a sec," I answered.

A young brunette with long straight hair in a ponytail and wearing a blue bikini had appeared in the scene. She was apparently about to become the rich lady's daughter, and was getting an earful about how she should treat her soon to be husband. This bit of thespian-ism was so bad that it even got a titter out of Denise at several points.

Sure enough, the lecture began to turn into a hands-on lesson, and the older woman stood up, letting her robe glide to the ground. Completely naked underneath, she began to show the young girl how to French kiss while helping her out of her bikini top.

I was beginning to be thankful that I was under a blanket at this point, as I had been absentmindedly rubbing the front of my boxers, underneath which something was starting to respond.

As for Denise, she shifted onto her right side, facing away from me, then grabbed another blanket and spread it over herself.

"It's cold up here," she mumbled.

'Hmmm,' I thought. 'Not really.'

"Just like I said," Denise continued. "Bo-ring. Might as well leave it on now, though. It may be the only thing that'll put me to sleep tonight."

Her left eye, the only one I could see, slowly closed, and as I alternated my gaze between my cousin and the TV, her breathing seemed to slow down and deepen, her torso rising and falling under the blanket.

On the screen, the rich blonde lady was lying back onto the lounge again, ordering the young girl, who still had her bikini bottoms on, to kiss and suck the erect nipples atop her large silicone breasts. The brunette was less well endowed, but at least those appeared to be real.

I cautiously slid my hand under my shorts and grasped my exceedingly grateful erection. My hand was ice cold, in sharp contrast to the burning hot skin of my cock, and the combination was exhilarating.

I stole another look over at Denise. The eye was still closed. I decided what the heck, and pulled by hard-on out of my shorts, sliding them down a few inches, and still under the concealment of the blanket.

The brunette had reached crotch level at this point, and was licking for all she was worth, kneeling on the poolside concrete. At least I assumed she was licking; they wouldn't show her mouth in the close-ups, but her ponytail was sure swinging around a lot, bouncing off the blonde's inner thighs. As the camera panned back, the girl's bikini-covered ass filled the screen, and her hands moved up to the side straps and slid the blue fabric down off of her hips.

Apparently this channel had no problem with bare pussy. The sight of first the dark shadow of her anus and then the neatly shaved lips of her wet mound got me stroking in earnest. The blanket had started to slide down, until I had knocked it completely off. I now sat there with cock in hand, totally exposed, and I didn't care.

That is, until another glance at Denise sent a bolt of panic though my gut. Her left eye was half open; thankfully not looking at me, but at the television.

It was then I noticed something I had missed before: her feet, covered in white ankle socks and sticking out from under the blanket, were moving ever so slightly back and forth. In addition, the slow rise and fall that I had assumed was her breathing was actually her left arm moving back and forth under the blanket.

Well! Not so boring after all, eh?

I fought off the initial instinct to cover myself and just kept going, my eyes on the TV as if I thought Denise was asleep.

The brunette, who I had decided was hot, had stood up and straddled the lounge chair, and had lowered her crotch down on the blonde's face, and was presumably being eaten out as she stood there. Our view was mostly from behind.

I had just begun to wish I had a few drops of Astroglide when a welcome drop of pre-cum arrived to help moisten the motion, so to speak. The fluid and the rapid combustion of flesh on flesh must have made a small noise, because Denise suddenly turned toward me. I caught the movement out of the corner of my eye, and quickly shut both eyes as if I was involved in my own inner fantasy and no longer needed the TV. I feared Denise's reaction if she thought I knew she was awake and had jacked off in front of her.

Within a few seconds I assumed I would hear a gasp, a yell, or at least the sound of her getting up off the couch and leaving, but it never came. I heard nothing, in fact.

Oh God.

That meant she just watching me; the girl of my dreams, five feet away, watching me stroke my cock and most likely fondling her pussy at the same time.

I didn't think it was possible, but my erection actually got harder, until it felt like I was stroking a solid steel pole. My legs were slightly apart, so she must have had full view of my shaft from tip to base as well as my ever-tightening balls. 

Faintly, over the moans coming from the TV, I heard a rustling noise from where Denise was sitting, but no footsteps. I desperately wanted to open my eyes and see what see was up to, but I was still afraid I'd ruin the whole thing if she knew I could see her. She might still get up and leave the room.

The cries of passion and pleasure from the movie were getting louder and more intense, and I was getting close to exploding myself.

'Now or never," I thought. I had to see what was going on.

I opened my left eye just a crack. Maybe she wouldn't notice that much. After the initial blurriness, what I saw almost made me jet my load right then. My cousin had shed the blanket completely and was sitting on the couch with her knees bent up to her chest, her feet flat on top of the couch. Her pajama pants had been pulled down, or up in this case, to her thighs, and she was moving two fingers up and down her bare slit while staring intently at the two writhing forms on the screen. I risked opening both eyes, just as she shifted her gaze to my swollen member being piston pumped by my left hand.

So there we were, both masturbating like fiends as the two women on the screen ate each other's muffs in a 69 position.

What happened next happened quickly and in a well-remembered order. First I saw Denise bite her lower lip, hard. Then her hand went to her mouth and she wet the two fingers with her saliva. With her hand out of the way I caught the briefest glimpse of wispy thin black pubic hair and wet pink labia before her hand covered her mound again and she inserted both fingers into her pussy.

The second event was the huge and insistent wave of ecstasy that suddenly swept through me, causing me to cum like a long-sleeping geyser, even though it was the second time in just over an hour. A few jets landed on the glass coffee table in front of me and the rest fell on my shirt or dribbled down between my fingers.

After witnessing this, it was Denise's turn, as her whole body seemed to tense and then shudder, her finger thrusting slowing down and becoming more rhythmic. My cousin getting herself off was such a beautiful sight that I found my gaze drifting from the action between her legs to her angelic face, more relaxed and yet more expressive than I'd seen in years. Her forehead alternately creased and smoothed, her lips parted and closed, moistened by her tongue. 

Then the most peculiar thing happened, which I didn't realize at the time would actually set the stage for the entire next phase of my relationship with my cousin. Just as her body was giving in and she was cumming around her fingers in a rush of erotic chaos, she opened her soft brown eyes, closed them once, and opened them again, this time looking directly at me. In those eyes I saw more than pleasure, more than surprise or fatigue; there was a yearning there, and a silent understanding seemed to pass between us, the meaning of which would take years for us both to fully grasp.

As I sat there in the glow of the twinkling Christmas lights, my sticky cock still in my hand and still hard as a rock, Denise silently pulled up her pajama bottoms, re-covered herself with the blanket, and rolled over, falling almost instantly asleep.

My cun-addled brain tried in vain to process what had just occurred, but several thoughts went on replay:

One, I had just seen my gorgeous cousin naked from the waist down for the first time since we were maybe 2 or 3 years old in the bathtub (my mom still had the video and embarrassed us with it at the occasional family gathering).

Two, the two of us had just mutually masturbated in front of each other, an activity that I was almost positive we'd never be able to talk about, even alone.

And three, this was quite possibly the best Christmas ever, and it wasn't even Christmas morning yet.

There was no thought of waking her or any further "activity", so I crept back down the stairs to the room where Jenna was still asleep and crawled in next to her.

"Thom?" she said in a delirium.

"Yeah."

"Were you watching porn up there or something? I thought I heard sex."

"It was just a late night soft core thing, J. Go back to sleep and I'll tell you about it in the morning."

Would I though? Could I tell her the whole story or would she get jealous, mostly because she hadn't been there?

One thing I certainly could and would bring up to her, when the time was right, was the knowledge that my cousin was greatly and secretly turned on by girl on girl porn. Jenna would be thrilled to hear that. Just how I learned that juicy bit of data might have to remain a secret for now.

To Be Continued...



20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 09



The summer following what came to be known as "The Christmas Eve Incident", a group of us decided to meet along the Colorado River near the Grand Canyon for a week long camping trip. There had never seemed an appropriate time or circumstance to talk to my cousin about what had transpired during our little mutual masturbation session. For other reasons I didn't feel quite able to tell Jenna about it either, so it was basically swept under the rug for a while. Occasionally, during a lull in a dinner conversation, I would give Denise a meaningful look, but I never really got any acknowledgment that anything unusual had passed between us.

Denise was now dating a law student named Dan, and of course had to bring him along on the trip. Jenna and I came from Phoenix, and rounding out the trip was Denise's high school friend Heather and her husband Lee.

Unlike us, Lee and Heather were real go-getters, into several different sports and outdoor activities. As such, they were both in great shape. Lee was tall, blond and muscular, while Heather, half Chinese and scarcely over 5 feet, had flawlessly smooth tanned skin and shoulder length black hair.

Denise's new beau annoyed me from the first minute I met him. Any boyfriend of hers probably would have, but I found Dan to be smug and superior, very much in the vein of her prior companions. Even though he was tall and physically impressive, I could tell that he was no match for my cousin either intellectually or romantically. Then again maybe I was just plain jealous.

The campground was right on the river, and we were able to snag adjoining sites. Lee and Heather had a small pop-up trailer in one spot and the other two couples pitched tents on either side of the second site's fire pit.

It was late afternoon when we arrived, and the remaining daylight was spent setting up camp and checking out the neighborhood. After a dinner of hot dogs and baked beans, we all hung out at the water's edge and caught a spectacular Western sunset.

Even at that hour, it was warm enough for a swim, so of course Heather and Lee were the first in. Lee opted for the tight Speedo, naturally, which was a treat for the womenfolk, but Heather didn't disappoint in a silver one-piece cut high on her hips, with an open back. The suit had the uncanny ability to become sheer when wet, and the dark areolas on her perky little breasts showed up clearly when she stepped out of the water.

The other two girls wore black bikinis, and Jenna seemed to have no problem showing off her bodacious backside in a thong, strolling nonchalantly down to the river in flip-flops. Lee and Dan tried hard not to stare, but I caught them stealing glances several times, when I wasn't staring myself.

My cousin Denise, always the more demure of the two, had on jean shorts over her bikini bottom, but a finely sculpted top showcased her fabulously large tits; another visual feast for the men in the group.

We made it back to the fire as darkness took full hold. Several beers were produced, as well as a bottle of Pendleton Whiskey that was slowly passed around. The conversation was of the sort only found around campfires: deep, philosophical, and drunken.

At one point, Denise got up to pee, but didn't want to walk the 30 yards to the brick lavatory building.

"I say just venture outside the firelight a ways and find a bush," Jenna offered. "We promise not to tell on ya."

Denise apparently agreed with that idea, and it was all I could do not to get up and follow her out into the darkness. My bathroom encounter with Jenna a few years earlier had awakened a bit of a pissing fetish in me, I'm afraid. One of my favorite activities was showering with Jenna and sucking on her clit while she peed under the steaming hot water.

One by one, each couple retired, Jenna and I sealing up our tent and preparing to crawl into our big double sleeping bag, cushioned with ample foam underneath. She was still wearing the black thong bathing suit, dry now, and an oversize t-shirt that had replaced the wet bikini top earlier. She had started to change for bed when I grabbed her and lay her face down on top of the bag.

"I've been wanting to do this all day long," I said, hooking two fingers in the crotch of the thong and pulling it aside. I dove right in, tonguing her pungent asshole and running the tip of my tongue along her shaved slit, tasting the fresh river water. In fact, in seemed I could taste the whole of the great outdoors along with her familiar sweet tang. 

After a few moments, I realized that with the light on in our tent, we were probably providing a heck of a silhouette for the other campers, so I switched it off and continued dining on Jenna's sweetness in total darkness. I felt her arch her butt up in the air, giving me full access to her moist labia, and after a few minutes she came with a quiet intensity, her juices coating my tongue, my nose buried in the crack of her ass.

"Mmmm," she mumbled into the pillow. "Let me suck your cock, honey." But I could tell she was fading and that her heart was not in it. I chalked it up as a compliment to me that she was satisfied to the point of catatonia, and told her not to worry. She moaned again and was instantly asleep.

As I lay there debating whether or not to stroke myself off to never never land, I realized I could hear faint voices coming from Dan and Denise's tent. Soon the talk slowed and the syllables elongated, and then there came the distinct low sound of male pleasure. Mixed in were faint female gasps, and it pained me to realize that the law student was at that moment fucking my cousin not 10 yards away. I consoled myself in the knowledge that he definitely seemed to be enjoying it more than she, and when his grunting finally peaked and died off, I was unable to tell whether she had in fact climaxed at all. It wasn't that I didn't want Denise to find sexual gratification; quite the opposite. I just didn't want her to find it with this Cro-Magnon and therefore stay with him when he wasn't the right guy for her. I decided that he was just plain ill equipped to make her cum, and that thought helped me drift off to sleep.

The next day was given over to a long hike, which was fantastic yet relatively uneventful save for one incident which will forever stick in my memory. We were all spread out on a trail through a fairly heavily vegetated area, and Jenna and I were lagging quite a bit behind the rest of the party. She was in the middle of admonishing me for forgetting the camera back at the campsite, from what I recall. As we rounded a corner, we saw Denise trudging down the hill on her own. She wandered through the brush, then disappeared behind a tree and stopped.

Jenna leaned in close, panting from the exertion. "I think she's going to pee." Then, dropping her voice dramatically, "Hey...follow me."

"Oh, you sick and twisted chick," I whispered, eagerly following her down a deer trail until we were about parallel with Denise's tree. We crouched behind a fallen log, crawled a few feet, and carefully peered over the top.

There, about 20 yards away was my cousin, her back to us, half squatting, holding her shorts and white lace underwear just above her ankles. Her feet were about a foot and a half apart, and a thin stream of pee was watering the pine needles between them and running down the incline. It was one of the sexiest things I'd ever laid eyes on, and apparently Jenna felt the same way.

"Awww," she whispered. "Would you just look at that beautiful fuckin' ass..." Her New York accent was always more pronounced when she cussed, but for me it was just a reminder of her "street" sex appeal.

Denise's ample hips curved upward into her slim waist, and the twin teardrops of her ass caught the shadowy sunlight at just the right angle.

"I really wish I had the camera," I said, mostly to myself. "Or the binoculars."

"Well," Jenna replied, giving me a playful shoulder punch. "We all know whose fault it is that you can't get a closer view. However..."

She knelt down behind the log and gave me one of her 'something great is about to happen' looks. I looked back at Denise just as she was pulling up her panties and shorts and stomping back up the hill. I turned back to Jenna to see her unzipping her khaki shorts and bunching them down to her knees.

"I've got your close-up right here, mister," she said coyly.

Next off were her light green satin panties, crumbling into her shorts. Leaning back against the log, she squatted right there in front of me. Her right hand snaked between her thighs and she spread her pussy lips apart with two fingers. I quickly hit my knees and got in close just as a chaotic stream shot out of her, landing with a hiss of steam on the dry dirt. I stared, endlessly curious about the mystery of the female waterworks, even though I'd seen it happen so many times.

Jenna finished and, still dripping, stood up, her shorts and underwear falling to her ankles.

"Your turn," she commanded. "Get 'em off."

I wasn't even sure I had to go, but I clumsily dropped my shorts and Jenna took care of my boxers, turning me around to face the log. She knelt down behind me, reached around and grabbed my dick, which was semi-hard already, and began stroking it, her mouth caressing my naked thigh.

"That's it...right over the log, Tommy Boy."

Soon I felt the stream coming, and with Jenna directing the flow, I angled a jet over the dead tree and into the bushes on the other side. I'd never associated the act of peeing with sexual gratification, but with a hot brunette massaging your balls and guiding your rod, it gets to be quite a rush. When I was done she turned me around and stood up, our naked hips coming together as my last drops mingled with hers.

We locked into a deep tongue kiss, after which she whispered in my ear, "You liked spying on your cousin's sweet bare ass, didn't you, dirty boy?"

"I did," I admitted. "But right now all I want to do is bend you over this log and clean your sticky cunt with my tongue."

"Well, that can certainly be arranged," she breathed, turning around and assuming the position.

I never have figured out why some guys aren't into cunnilingus, since for me the pleasure is equally mine, immersing my senses in the best place on Earth while making a gorgeous creature squirm with just a flick of the tongue or slight suction on the clit. And from behind, the pleasure is magnified by the necessity of one's nose being buried in a girl's musky ass. 

By the time Jenna tensed and went limp on the log, her legs weak and trembling, I had practically cum in the dirt underneath her, my erect cock hanging inches above the ground. The true orgasm would have to wait until the evening for me, however.

We stumbled back into camp a disheveled pair, Jenna walking unsteadily and me with her sweet and salty taste still on my lips. As it happened, we arrived just in time to see Dan's car heading off through the campground at a high and angry rate. Heather was sitting with Denise at a picnic table, trying to console her, but didn't seem to be having much luck.

Lee explained that the couple had been arguing for much of the last portion of the hike, and that Denise had essentially told Dan to go home. The specifics we got from Denise, who was close to tears, weren't really that specific. She described the problem as Dan wanting to take the relationship "to the next level" and her resisting, but I couldn't help wondering if her lackluster response to sex with the man wasn't a microcosm of the whole thing. Good riddance, as far as I was concerned, but I certainly felt bad for my cousin.

Through dinner she seemed to perk up a bit, and the addition of Lee's strong margaritas went a long way toward helping her to get over the jerk. Around the fire the guitar came out, more liquor was consumed, and by 11 o'clock no one was feeling a whole lot of pain. After a particularly rousing singalong of "Free Fallin'", Denise got slowly to her feet and announced, with a pronounced slur, that she was going to bed. Hugs were given all around, and she stumbled away into the dark as we speared a few more marshmallows and thrust them into the flames.

Sometime later all four of us decided to call it a night, and Jenna and I made our way to our tent. I stopped outside it and looked around with the flashlight.

"Did you leave the flap open like this?" I asked her, finding the zipper halfway undone.

"I certainly did not," she answered. "I've been well trained."

I stepped into the dark tent and hit the battery operated lamp hanging from the ceiling bar. There, on the far side of our double sleeping bag, was Denise, fully clothed. She was sprawled out on top of the bag, wearing her dark green Khaki shorts and white v-neck tank top with a thin beige jacket. She had managed to get one hiking boot off, but had apparently passed out while unlacing the second, unaware that she was in the wrong tent.

"Denise," Jenna called out. "Girlfriend, are you still with us?"

No movement. No sound.

"I take that as a 'no'," I said.

There we sat, cramped on our side of the the sleeping bag, pondering the situation.

"Well," she said, "Looks like either you get your wish and sleep in a drunk girl sandwich or we go sleep in her tent."

"As good as the first option sounds, I don't think either of us would get much sleep," I countered. "I guess we go to her tent." I couldn't believe what I was saying, but I was fairly inebriated and totally exhausted.

Jenna got to her knees. "We can't leave her like this, though. She'll catch cold sleeping on top of the bag. Get that other boot off."

I complied, leaving Denise's white ankle socks on, while Jenna removed the jacket.

"Okay, lover boy. We have to get her undressed. No girl wants to wake up with her bra on. I'll get that if you get the shorts."

Wow. Christmas in July, indeed.

"And Thom?"

I looked up innocently.

"No funny stuff. She's practically unconscious."

"Now come on," I protested. "I'm not that bad."

Her look told me she was less than reassured.

Denise was on her back, so I leaned over and undid her small black belt, unsnapped the top button and unzipped her shorts. This was certainly not how I imagined undressing my cousin for the first time, but there was a taboo element to the whole thing that set my hands to shaking.

Jenna had her hands up the back of Denise's shirt, trying to unclasp her bra as I slowly peeled open her fly. Underneath was the white lace front of her panties, the same ones we'd seen her pull down to pee earlier in the day. As I slid the shorts down over her thighs, I was pleasantly surprised to note that the lace was partly sheer all the way down to just above slit level, where they turned to satin. Dark shades of her thin black bush were just visible through the fabric. I must have paused there for more than a moment, for Jenna swatted me on the arm and gestured for me to keep working. I had gotten her shorts all the way off when Jenna suggested we roll her over, so she could "get this fuckin' bra off already."

I placed my hands on my cousin's smooth waist and rolled her on her side and then over, coming face to face with her white panty covered ass and feeling an increased tightness in my crotch immediately. Jenna slid Denise's tank top up and undid the bra, pulling the straps off her shoulders and finally freeing it through a complicated arm maneuver. As she caressed the frilly thing in her hands, her demeanor seemed to soften, and she began slowly running her fingers around inside the large cups.

"Oh, to have tits this big," she sighed. "Maybe you'd love me more then."

"Oh shut up," I said. "If you get implants, I'll disown you."

Jenna giggled and inhaled the scent of Denise's bra, then handed it over to me.

"A little present for you, hon. Maybe to complete the set?"

I grinned, thinking of the little pink panties we still had back in Jenna's drawer. Her eyes suddenly lowered to my crotch as she noticed for the first time the distinct bulge that had been growing since we entered the tent. Her left hand went instinctively to it, and she traced the length of my erection through my shorts.

"What do you say we take care of this little situation before we adjourn to the bedroom?" she purred, licking her lips.

"Um," I stuttered, glancing down at Denise, half naked at my knees. "What if she wakes up?"

"She won't," she answered, already dragging my zipper down, shoving my underwear out of the way and wrangling my thick shaft out through the opening. She bent down and took the whole thing into her mouth, rolling her tongue around to the underside, stimulating the most sensitive areas. I ran a hand through her dark curly hair and closed my eyes in bliss. I guided her head when I needed it deeper or harder, and she cupped by balls in her left hand and massaged them gently.

Before I got too close for cum-fort, so to speak, I pulled her lips off of me with a suction sound and kissed her passionately.

"Lie back," I said. "And raise your legs for me."

She made a surprised little noise and lay on her back next to my cousin, both legs tightly together in the air. I didn't bother to unbutton or unzip anything this time. In one fluid motion I grabbed the band of her shorts and panties and pulled them off of her hips and up her legs to her knees, exposing her glistening pink twat and releasing its sweet and tangy aroma.

I knelt down and went to work, tonguing her warm slit top to bottom, then sliding down to the beige star of her asshole and giving it a good soaking.

I was now lying on my stomach, stiff against the cool sleeping bag, with my right hand cupping Jenna's left butt cheek as I slurped her swollen pussy. She had her head back on the pillow, moaning softly with the occasional louder gasp escaping her pouty lips.

I became very aware of my left hand, however, and didn't know quite what to do with it. I ended up laying it softly on my cousin's smooth, tanned thigh. I felt the warm skin beneath it ripple slightly as I touched her, but she didn't wake up.

I was only mildly surprised when I looked up and saw that Jenna was absentmindedly stroking Denise's long black hair while I ate her out. 

I decided to live dangerously and let my hand slide slowly up my cousin's thigh until I felt the gentle rise of her ass and the edge of the satin panty. Hesitating for a moment, my fingers ranged up underneath her panties as my tongue explored the depths of Jenna's snatch. I had reached all the way to the sloping canyon between Denise's velvety cheeks when Jenna began to demand, quite insistently, that I fuck her – now and hard.

Almost at the same time, I reluctantly slid my hand out of my cousin's panties and my straining cock into Jenna's tight slot. I drove into her, plumbing the far reaches of her cunt while holding her legs in front of me, squeezing them together and creating a vise-like grip on my shaft. She continued to caress Denise's silky hair, and the sight of the two of them beneath me was enough to complete the illusion that I was in bed with them both. I scissored Jenna's legs apart a few times, bringing them back together and feeling her hold on me tighten with each thrust.

The vise must have been working for her as well, because soon her left hand grabbed my ass cheek and squeezed hard as she came with a shudder, flooding her cock-filled canal with juices and chewing hard on her lower lip. After a few seconds, she lifted her head off the pillow and gave me a smoldering look.

"I want you to fucking cum for me, baby... I want you to pull out and squirt your cum all over this tent!"

"All over..." I repeated, out of breath. "You mean...everywhere?"

She looked me straight in the eye. "Everywhere."

A few more strong thrusts was all it took, and I slid out of her just as the first jets began to shoot from the tip of my cock. The underside of Jenna's thighs got the opening salvo, then I turned to the right and painted the side of the tent sticky white. As the torrent got stronger and the climax invaded my entire body, I veered left and shook the final load onto the back of my cousin's creamy thigh and up onto her satin panties.




20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 09



I savored that sight for a moment before Jenna reached over and scooped those drops up with her fingers and deposited them in her mouth.

"I guess the rest of that will be dry by morning," she said, licking the corners of her mouth. "In the meantime, let's get her inside the sleeping bag and let her get some rest."

We zipped up and left her there, unaware of the part she had played in the ecstasy we had just experienced. A part of me wondered just how unaware she had really been, but that was a question for another day. I hung my jacket up in Denise's tent, her lacy bra nestled in the pocket, and we crawled into her bag, wrapped up together as the crickets sang us to sleep.

To Be Continued...



20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 10



Two and a half years after the camping trip, I suggested that the families try something different for Christmas and rent a cabin in Lake Tahoe. Well, they called it a cabin, but it was basically a 3 story house with 6 bedrooms, situated right in the heart of the South lake area. I shared a 2nd floor room with Jenna that offered a view of the infamous Gun Barrel run at Heavenly Valley ski area. The view straight down to the back patio was directly into the house's best feature, a huge 8 person Jacuzzi. 

We were both a bit nervous, as we had a special announcement to make to the family, and planned on spilling the beans during the Christmas Eve dinner. 

Everyone arrived on the night of the 23rd and spent Christmas Eve day on the slopes. We spent a good part of the day skiing with my 25 year-old cousin Denise, and I significantly dialed down my skill level so that I could keep myself to the rear of her. I couldn't help it. Her form-fitting ski suit was a sleek black curve-hugger, and as her slinky body maneuvered from side to side, negotiating moguls, I discovered that one could, indeed, ski with an erection, difficult as it may be. Jenna didn't disappoint either, wearing red spandex on her marvelous lower half and a light jacket.

That night at dinner we waited for the appropriate moment and announced our engagement to an approving but largely unsurprised group. Denise was appropriately congratulatory, though I detected a bit of melancholy in her reaction. I would have liked to think that it was jealousy directed at Jenna, but I imagine it had more to do with her ongoing relationship woes. She was pleased, of course, that her best friend was marrying into her family, and I looked forward to sharing many more meals with these two beauties across the table.

Denise was alone this trip, and it seemed to me that her relationship troubles always seemed to be a similar story. Either the men were intimidated by a gorgeous, financially successful woman, or they simply weren't good enough for her in the long run. Often both were true.

After dinner, the heaviness of the occasion, the food, the day of skiing, and the high altitude came over me in a big way. I hit the rack early, and as I lay there waiting for sleep, I couldn't help but recall a Christmas Eve three years earlier, when my cousin and I had watched a soft-core lesbian skin flick together, silently stroking ourselves off in the same room. In the years between, the event hadn't been discussed between us, and I hadn't even told Jenna about it. It was somehow incredibly alluring to think of it as a shared secret between my cousin and I.

Perhaps it was the thin mountain air, but though the scene had been the fodder for many a gushing orgasm, on this night for some reason I could imagine every moment in vivid detail. Jenna was still downstairs chatting with the family, so, lying on my stomach, I allowed myself to produce a nice sticky wet spot on the sheets. My head was filled with the image of Denise's legs drawn up on the couch, and the fleeting glimpse of her thin black bush as she rubbed herself to a simmering climax.

I woke up sometime later in a still-empty bed. The digital clock by the bed read 3:10am, so I was naturally a bit curious about what had become of my fiance. A trip to the bathroom produced no evidence, and the rest of the house was dark and quiet. Returning to the room, I thought I heard a noise from the patio, so I cracked the blind and looked down.

Mystery solved. There was Jenna, sitting in the bubbly cauldron of the Jacuzzi. And across from her, my beautiful cousin. They both wore swimsuits, Jenna in a shiny blue bikini that I was particularly fond of, and Denise sporting what looked like a white one-piece, cut low enough to perfectly frame her full bust with a tantalizing bounty of tanned cleavage. A bottle of red wine sat on the concrete next to the spa, and the girls had obviously drained a few glasses already.

They were talking at what to them must have seemed like a low level, though the hum of the jet motor made quiet conversation nearly impossible. After sliding the window open a few inches, I could actually hear everything quite clearly. The undulating water cast an eerie blue-green glow over everything, and the wavering shadows gave the whole scene an aura of unreality.

Denise must have just finished telling Jenna about her most recent man-disaster.

"I'm really starting to think I should just become a nun," she was saying. "If it wasn't for the fact that I wanna have a kid someday, I probably would."

Jenna was sitting on one of the steps, one leg draped lazily on the edge of the concrete. "A nun...or, a lesbian?"

That's my girl. Always working the angle.

Denise was quiet enough that she may have actually been considering this.

"No," she said finally. "I couldn't do it. If I'm this crazy, how could I ever deal with another female? The last thing I'd want to be around is another me."

"So, fuck the relationship thing altogether for a while, D. Be a player. Focus on your career and just get yourself laid now and then."

"Yeah, sure." Denise took another sip of wine. "Easy for you to say, engaged to Thom, the perfect man."

Well that was certainly a surprise. I needed to settle in for the long haul with this one. I pulled a chair over to the window and sat down in my t-shirt and boxers.

Jenna was giggling. "Oh, he's not perfect. Not yet anyway. I have a few more things to teach him."

"About...sex, you mean?"

"Of course...and maybe a few fashion tips, but he's a slow learner in that department." Jenna suddenly stole a quick look up at our window, probably a sub-conscious confirmation that I was still asleep. I ducked down quickly, hoping that the darkness behind the glass would conceal the movement.

"Is he a slow learner with the sex stuff, too?" Denise asked.

"Oh, no. That boy's got a filthy mind, sister. Almost as dirty as mine."

"Well," Denise said hesitantly, "He's got a good teacher. Your, um...lesson for me was pretty helpful." She must have been referring to the night she sneaked into our hotel room in Vegas and got instruction in the oral arts by watching Jenna suck me off.

"Yeah, you said that helped, but I never got the full story."

"Um, well, basically...a few weeks later I took Mike into the bathroom at Sharkies and gave him, you know...a blow-job." God I loved hearing this stuff come out of my cousin's ladylike mouth.

"Nice!" Jenna said, standing up and giving Denise a high five across the Jacuzzi. Man, she looked good in that bikini.

"Believe it or not, that's still the craziest sexual thing I've done, like, in my life."

"It's a pretty fuckin' good start, though!"

"That floor was really filthy," Denise continued. "But once I got going I didn't really notice it. I really had no idea what I was doing, so I thought it would take him a long time to, you know...finish."

"And did it?"

"No! It was, like, two minutes. I totally wasn't even ready for it."

"So he came in your mouth?" Jenna was getting into this, I could tell. And of course I was hanging on every word.

"He started to. I freaked out at first. I took it out of my mouth and just sort of...pumped it onto my chest. I was wearing this low cut tank top, so I tried not to get any on my shirt." The wine must have been hitting them, because both girls started to giggle now.

"Nordstrom shirt?"

"No! Marshall's! Explain that one."

"You are such a good girl, D. But you've swallowed since then?"

"Later on I did, with Mike. But honestly, he didn't taste very good. After that, with this guy Soren, I tried it again. That wasn't...so bad."

"Uh huh...You fuckin' liked it, didn't you?"

Denise grinned sheepishly and looked down into the water. "Sort of. Do you do that...with Thom?"

"Oh my gawd! Honey, I've probably swallowed a couple gallons of that boy's spunk by now. He prides himself on trying to make me gag. It's one of his favorite things, in fact." 

"Hmmm...," Denise took another sip of wine, closed her eyes, and then opened them suddenly and took a deep breath. "Man, I am burning up in here. I gotta sit on the side for a while."

The spectacle of my cousin raising herself out of the water, the white one-piece suit soaked, dripping, and partly sheer, was like watching a mermaid emerge from the ocean. She had curves that defy description. She arranged herself on the edge, legs dangling in the churning water, hard nipples standing out distinctly under the clingy fabric of her swimsuit.

"What else?" she said quietly after a minute.

"What do you mean?" Jenna answered.

"What else...are Thom's favorite things?"

Jenna seemed just as shocked as me at the question. I was curious about what she would reveal, as I was pretty sure Denise wasn't ready to hear about the peeing stuff.

"Panties," she said finally. "Thom's a panty freak. Sniffing 'em, licking 'em. He likes to eat me out while I'm still wearing mine."

"Wow," Denise said, her hands smoothing the drops off of her perfect legs. "That's pretty kinky, I guess." She was swaying back and forth slightly. According to Jenna, this would ordinarily be the time in the drinking cycle where Denise would either fall asleep or pass out. 

Speaking of panties, I suddenly realized we had Denise's pink silk pair right there in Jenna's suitcase. It had been years since Jenna had swiped them and worn them, but I never tired of the feel, the scent, and most of all, the knowledge that they had once hugged my cousin's shapely hips and snuggled against her sweet pussy. 

I lifted them carefully out of the suitcase and returned to my seat, holding the tiny garment against my cheek. I held the crotch to my nose as I looked back out the window, thrilling to the knowledge that I was looking right at my cousin's wet body while burying my face in her panties.

Jenna was still looking thoughtful. "And anal. Definitely an ass man. I can relate. There are days I can only cum when he fucks me in the ass."

This raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry if I'm being too graphic, D. You just turned beet red."

"No, it's fine. But I certainly have never done that. At all."

"It's an acquired taste, for sure."

Denise hesitated again. "And with Thom's...size, you know. It seems like it would hurt."

Jenna smiled. "Oh you remember that, do ya?" She laughed at Denise's embarrassment and shrugged. "A little bit. But I'm edgy like that."

Denise was now sitting with one foot up on the concrete, the other languidly swirling the water. The resulting effect was that she was wide open from Jenna's point of view. It was obvious that my fiance had noticed, as she seemed to be searching for some choice words.

"So, D....how long has it been?"

"What, since I've had sex?" She sighed. "Oh, maybe five months."

Jenna's jaw dropped. "Five fuckin' months?! Honey, keeping that body out of commission for five months is like a crime against humanity. I don't know how you do it. You must rub one out a lot, though, right?"

"Masturbate?" Denise blushed again. " Not very often, no."

"Like, what, once a week?"

"Oh, no. More like once a month. I just never really got into it."

"You gotta be kidding me. Maybe you've been doing it wrong! You must be ready to explode."

"No... I mean, I wasn't. All this sex talk is sorta... I don't know. It's probably the wine or something."

Jenna stood up now and sat back on the edge as well, her perfect bubble ass barely contained by the little blue bikini.

"I know what you mean," she said, slowly tracing her fingers down her stomach. "God, I think I could get myself off right here and now."

There was a long pause. I waited for Denise to say something in protest or for the awkward silence to cause them both to break out laughing, but neither occurred. My cousin simply looked at Jenna, biting her lower lip. 

I had a front row seat, just above the two of them, facing each other across the Jacuzzi.

Jenna didn't say anything more, but the action had already started. Her back was slightly to me, but I could see that her hand had moved between her legs, her right wrist moving slowly up and down. Denise hadn't moved at all. She was just staring into my fiance's crotch. After a few seconds, she lowered her leg back into the water and sat there, knees together, mesmerized by the little triangle of blue fabric under which Jenna's fingers were slowly working.

"It's okay," Jenna breathed, eyes half open and noticing Denise's curiosity. "You can do this, too, if you want to."

Denise stuttered. "No, I...don't..."

"You can," Jenna practically whispered. "Show me how you do it."

She hesitated. "Maybe... Maybe if I get back in the water." She slid back into the bubbling froth.

I couldn't make out much detail under the water, but after a few moments it was clear that my cousin was indeed stroking herself over her swimsuit. Her eyes fluttered closed and her head tilted back, her lips first parting and then gently closing.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I decided to join in the fun, and, realizing that I was still clutching the pink pair of panties, immediately thought of a use for them. My two favorite females in the world were only a few feet away, pleasuring themselves for each other. This called for celebration. My cock-head rose quickly and was soon poking through the hole in the front of my boxers. I gently wrapped it in the smooth silk of Denise's panties and began to lightly stroke.

When I looked out the window again, Denise had moved toward the center of the Jacuzzi and was now closer to where Jenna sat than she was to her own side. Her subtle arm movement had become more pronounced, and it seemed to be involuntarily taking her across the water. Every now and then she would open her eyes and gaze between Jenna's thighs, then up at her curly mop of raven hair. The expression on her face was dead serious and full of concentration, in contrast with Jenna's freewheeling smile and low moans of delight.

Jenna said something softly that I couldn't make out, but it must have been along the lines of "get over here", because Denise moved closer, finally ending up on the ledge directly in front of her. Still pawing away beneath the bubbles, she was looking up at Jenna with a mixture of lust, confusion, and breathless expectation.

Jenna slowly shifted around until she was lying flat on her stomach with her legs pointing away from the water, and I could see, even from behind, that her bikini had been pulled to the side. There was the dark shadow of her asshole and a hint of her pink slit being bothered by a few fingers. 

She was now eye to eye with Denise, and she reached out with her other hand and ran her fingers across my cousin's moist lips, then up the side of her cheek and around to the back of her neck. Slowly and deliberately she brought the other girl's face toward hers, and as their lips met I saw Denise shudder as she climaxed underwater into her bathing suit, the convulsions sending small waves out around her. 

Jenna continued to kiss her passionately through the full arc of the orgasm, pulling her face closer. Jenna's other hand was working her cunt feverishly now, and as the tension in Denise's body drained out and she gave herself over fully to the embrace, Jenna allowed herself to cum with a powerful, squirming intensity. Even from my second floor perch I could see the glistening fluid appear around her pussy and drip onto the concrete.

A few moments later she slide back into the water with Denise and the two eased into a sensual lock, still kissing with abandon, their hands exploring long desired places above and below the water. All of this and neither girl had removed so much as a stitch of swimsuit.

Almost without realizing it, I had shot my cum into the pink silk panties sometime during the last few seconds. I brought the whole sticky mess up to my nose and inhaled the faint but still vibrant scent of my cousin's long ago 19 year old snatch. I grinned to myself and crawled back into bed to wait for my future wife.

Oddly, I found that I wasn't the least bit jealous that Jenna had gotten to my cousin first. In fact, all I could think about was when my own chance might come. It would be sooner than I could have imagined.

To Be Continued...



20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 11



The wedding was set for April 10th, Jenna and I opting for a simple, small ceremony at the beach and a small party afterward. My Aunt Agnes (Denise's mother) offered up her house for the reception. I had so many fond memories of the place that I didn't mind a bit.

The beginning of March was slated for the respective bachelor and bachelorette parties, and as it happened, the best time for both to happen fell on the exact same Saturday. This didn't seem to be a problem at all. In fact, this way neither one of us would be sitting around wondering what the other was up to.

Jenna's plan was fairly straightforward, though as it turned out, decidedly not straight-laced. She would invite five friends; they would have a nice dinner at a French bistro, and then head back to our rented house for a combination wedding shower/slumber party. Denise, as Maid of Honor, would be there of course, along with Heather, the slim Asian that had been with us on the camping trip, a blond named Sara that had gone to high school with Jenna, and two sisters, Jackie and Gina, who worked at her office. I was familiar with Heather, and we'd hung out with Sara several times as well, but I'd only met the sisters once at an office Christmas party. Jackie was petite, with an olive complexion, dark eyes and darker hair. Even as a young mother of one, her figure was still tight, and the "Cindy Crawford" mole on her cheek only added to her brooding beauty. 

Her Sister Gina was lighter complexioned all around and a bit taller, and by all accounts was a bit of a wild child. We had seen some swimsuit modeling shots she had posted on Facebook, taken by an amateur photographer. I joked with Jenna about how cheesy they looked, but the sight of her standing knee deep in a river wearing only a black thong and a black tank top were actually fairly arousing.

As for Sara, she was a "good girl", a real sweetheart as they say, with long straight blond hair falling midway down her back, and firm, tanned runner's legs. She had been married to a lawyer for several years, and they were planning to start a family any day. She had a naive disposition and a tendency, without even trying, to make you feel dirty for whatever sexual scene you might be thinking about, simply because you couldn't fathom her ever having similar thoughts.

The big day finally arrived, and I kissed my fiancee goodbye and told her to be good.

"You too," she said, coyly. "But not too good, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "Right."

While her group was having dinner, I was whooping it up at a USC football game with my cousin Rob, my friend Scott and three guys from work, two of which went to USC and would not stop hollering during the entire game. I had gone to a small liberal arts college and hadn't been to a real wild college game, so I agreed to have that event start off the night. The guys insisted that afterward we'd be hitting not one, but several strip clubs, even against my wishes if need be.

I had been to several strip clubs when I was younger, being curious about all things female and/or sexual, and the view had been stimulating, of course. However, there was something about the public aspect of the experience, as well as the impersonal lack of respect I assumed existed between the customers and the dancers that turned me off after a while. I am somewhat private by nature, and the thought of doing anything sexual in front of a bunch of other men didn't sit too well with me.

Still, my friends begged me to allow myself one last experience with a strange girl before I locked myself away into the institution of marriage. I tried to tell them that I had high hopes that this particular marriage might not be such a prison, but their own libidos finally won out.

Besides, our seats at the game were only about 15 rows up from the field, and therefore the cheerleaders. After 3 hours watching those little white skirts bounce up and down, offering tantalizing glimpses of tanned thighs and white panties, I found myself actually looking forward to a little release.

Around 11pm, we pulled into the parking lot at Diamonds, a high end strip club near LAX. Now, before I get too far into my part of the night, I have to interrupt my story to do something I haven't done before. I'm going to give the reins over to my lovely fiancee Jenna and let her give you the scoop on the female activity, since that tale can best be told by someone that was there.

JENNA

Hi kids. Okay, first off, I'm not so much of a writer, so bear with me. Thom's the egghead in the family. He wanted me to get this down on paper, and I agree it's too good a story not to be shared with such fuckin' pervs as I know you all are.

So yeah, my little girl's night out started innocently enough; my best girlfriends and I ate at this way overpriced French place that liked to put a tiny bit of food on a really big plate, but we all had a great time making fun of the waiter's accent. Gina thought he was cute, though and gave him her number, so we may unfortunately be seeing more of that douche.

Okay, so cut to our house, which we only arrived at safely thanks to little Sara, the DD for the night, who had one wine cooler with dinner or something. The rest of us had a pretty good buzz by the time I started opening the presents, and we still had two full bottles of Patron in the house.

The girls had all gotten together and decided that what I really needed was more lingerie and sex toys (like I don't already have a backlog of that stuff). I gotta admit, though, their taste was impeccable. 

Jackie got me a "rabbit", which, if you don't know, is a battery operated clit stimulator that I can now confirm works with a vengeance. This particular one straps on so you can wear it under a dress, all day. Not so good if you want to get any work done. 

Her sister Gina gave me a full set of lingerie: black stockings, garter belt, panties and bra from Victoria's Secret that left very few secrets and was almost sure to make Thom enter a second puberty. 

From Sara, more panties: a surprisingly risque trio of silk g-strings. 

Heather freaked me out with a 10-inch, very realistic looking (right down to the veins on the side) black dildo, which cracked everybody up for about 3 minutes until they all realized privately that they sort of wanted one. 

Thom's cousin Denise had, for some reason, been put in charge of the porn. Wouldn't have been my choice, since I didn't think the chick had ever seen anything stronger than an R-rated movie. Well, wasn't I surprised... I got about a year's worth of DVDs, magazines, and even a CDRom computer game thingy. I was a little shocked to see that about half the stuff was girl-girl. Maybe Denise was considering going lesbo after all. I even noticed her checking out the magazines while we were sitting around, and I got the impression that a few of those DVDs might have been "previously viewed".

We were deep into the second bottle of Patron when somebody had the brilliant idea that I try on some of my new "intimate apparel". Ya know, to make sure it fits, right?

I gotta say right here that we were all pretty dolled up that night. It was like prom night 10 years too late. I had on this black satin dress with a zipper up the back and black stockings, killer black pumps – the whole thing. So I'm bitchin' about having to change out of it, but they convince me to shut up and do it. Even Sara, though I'm positive she had no idea what she was getting into.

So I stumble off to the bedroom with one of Sara's g-strings, take everything off but my bra and somehow get this little pink thing on, which may I say, did not look half bad. Then I come back and do a little runway walk for the chicas in the living room. Compliments all around: "my god, you're a hot little bitch", etc. Except for Denise, who was curiously quiet, sitting there staring and biting her lip.

Now here's where things definitely started to go off the rails, for me at least. For some reason that still escapes me, being half-naked in front of these beautiful, gussied up girls got me going. I mean, soaking wet within a minute or two of being out there. I hurried back into the bedroom and took my time changing into the black garter belt/stockings set, but I guess by the time I got out to model that stuff, there was already a pretty conspicuous wet spot between my legs. I think Denise noticed it first, but the whole group was suddenly very interested in this exciting new development.

Jackie: "Holy shit, honey! Thinking about that black dildo already?!"

Gina: "Uh oh, don't stain those yet! They cost 60 bucks!"

Laughter all around. Nervous laughter, though. And let me say, sixty bucks for a little piece of fabric that barely covers your taint seems excessive to me, but that's neither here nor there.

Anyway, I happened to wind up standing right in front of Denise, and she just sort of reached out and touched the wet spot with two fingers – just naturally, like it was no big deal. And left 'em there. 

Well, that was it. It was like a dam broke inside me. I had never gotten that wet that fast. There I am in black stockings, garter belt, thong, bra, no shoes, and visibly shuddering in front of my girlfriends. Next thing I know, Denise, in her black skirt and green sweater, is kneeling down in front of me in her bare stockings, rubbing her hand over my crotch, which is now literally dripping through my panties.

Nobody was saying anything, and I guess at that point they were all just in shock. Denise looked like she was in a trance, and I think all of her inhibitions had been stolen by Doctor Patron. I was sort of trying to laugh it off, but at the same time I felt like I might cum into my panties any second.

I looked over at Sara, who had her hand over her mouth like she was afraid she'd catch something. This was already way out of her comfort zone, for sure. The other girls were speechless and motionless, but it was Gina (typical) that snapped out of it first. She jumped out of the easy chair and padded over in her red mini-dress and white stockings and knelt down next to Denise.

"What's the situation down there, J?" she said. "What did she find?"

I was trembling. "I don't know, ladies, but if you wanted to supplement my sex life, I think it's working."

I was absentmindedly caressing Denise's hair when she took her damp fingers and held them up, first to her nose, then her lips, licking my juices off one finger at a time.

"My gawd," Gina gasped, watching Denise with amused interest. "Denise, honey, we hardly knew ya! Jenna, did you know this girl was so nasty?"

I looked down into those soft, brown, intoxicated eyes. "I kinda did, yeah," I answered. "But I wonder if she knows."

Now, I don't know what Thom has told you about Denise, but I'm well aware that he has it bad for his cousin, and really who could blame him, 'cuz I do, too. I'm sure he's told you all about her, but whatever he's said, go ahead and double it. The girl is fuckin' perfect, and her body is moving work of art. Most girls can appreciate the female form even if they don't have any attraction to it, but it's hard to imagine anyone, male or female, that wouldn't want to touch those curves or kiss those full, pouty lips. I had known Denise for over ten years and I still had fantasies of getting between her legs. I knew Thom would fuck her if he had the chance, cousin or not, and I also knew I would join him in a second.

Now suddenly there were two pairs of hands on my body, moving up the stockings to my thighs, caressing my ass, the little triangle of damp fabric...

"Ok, girls...new game," Gina announced. "How quickly can we make the bride cum?!"

"What?" Sara gasped. "Oh my god. Oh my god."

"Now that's a crazy game," said Jackie, drawing her legs up under her on the couch and taking another drink.

Heather, always up for a new experience, had grabbed the rabbit, unwrapped it, and now came to kneel in front of me next to Denise and Gina. "I think we need to try out this "marital aid" before we lose the receipt."

She had to compete with Denise's mouth, however, which was now suctioned to the mound of my panty-covered crotch, her tongue hungrily lapping at my swollen lips through the thin fabric. She lost contact for a few seconds when I reached down and pulled her sweater over her head, but quickly picked up right where she left off.

Gina went immediately to work unhooking Denise's white lacy bra, and got no argument from anyone.

Meanwhile, Heather had given up on competing for my front side, and had moved around behind me. She switched on the rabbit and slowly started running it up and down the crack of my ass, first over the g-string, then hooking it with a finger and pulling the black strip to the side. The little vibrating mouse soon made its way to my asshole, sending waves of pleasure up my spine.

Gina had gotten Denise's bra off, and everyone in the room seemed to pause for a second when those pristine tits started to sway freely beneath her.

Gina shook her head. "Unbelievable. Come on Sara. Jackie! You're gonna miss out on the game!"

"No, thank you," Sara answered, but her expression betrayed her interest in the whole enterprise.

"I think I'll just watch the game," Jackie said, but I noticed that her right hand had disappeared under the waist band of her skirt.

"You know, I think she's almost there," Heather remarked.

I was. I was SO almost there, with three hotties working my body with a skill that can only come from somebody who has the same parts.

Denise peeled the front of my panties away and then quickly slid them about halfway down my thighs, just to the top of the stockings. I knew if she so much as breathed on my bare pussy that I was gonna cum and cum hard. Instead she moved her face closer in and examined the shaved folds, licking her lips in anticipation. Heather was pressing the pulsating rabbit hard against my asshole, and Gina was running her hands up my inner thighs while lying on her back under Denise's heavy tits.

I looked over at Jackie and saw that she'd slid down the couch, and seemed to be fingering herself inside her skirt. Sara still watched the whole scene with wide-eyed disbelief.

Denise finally dove into my glistening snatch with those soft lips and that searching tongue, and as it flitted across my engorged clit I felt the levee give way. I came generously into her mouth, my knees buckling and my panties finally falling all the way to my ankles. 

I literally couldn't stand up any longer, and after I had sprawled out on the floor Denise climbed on top of me and smiled, kissing me softly on the lips, the taste of my own juices rich and pungent in her mouth. I ran my hands down her bare back and reached her skirt, which was already in the process of being unzipped and removed by Gina. She, like the rest of us, it seemed, couldn't wait to get a glimpse of the rest of that gorgeous body.

Denise's skirt came off, and she straddled me in just her black lace panties and black silk stockings. I wish I could have seen the whole view, but I was too busy making out with her and running my hands over those fabulous curves. I could feel the glowing heat of her crotch against mine, even through her panties. I positioned my hands on her hips and encouraged her to move back and forth, feeling the rough lace brushing my bare and swollen slit.

"Would ya look at these two," Gina said, sitting on the floor next to us. "They really are BFF's, aren't they? Known each other for ten years, and they're finally gonna fuck."

This was all too much for little Jackie, who had stroked herself to the brink and finally squeezed her legs together in a whimpering and somewhat embarrassed orgasm over on the couch. Sara, still opting out of everything else, very sweetly reached over and held Jackie's hand as she came under her skirt.

The other girls had backed off and left Denise and I alone on the floor, waiting to see what was coming next. All I cared about was getting pussy to pussy with her. My cunt literally ached for her warm, slippery mound. I had to get those panties off now. She was rubbing against me so intensely that I had to push her off a bit to get the black lace down off her thighs, after which she pulled them halfway down her legs and got one leg out, leaving them to hang alluringly off of her left calf. Her bald pussy was touching mine now, and we maneuvered ourselves into a scissor like position until we were able to get the maximum pressure between our legs. Denise's soft pussy was like a rose on fire, and I could feel her sticky juices mingling with mine as our clits slid back and forth together.

I could not believe I was finally fucking my best friend after all this time, and with these half naked beauties watching and egging us on, no less. I took one of Denise's stocking covered feet and slid it up to my mouth as we writhed there on the floor. Her perfect feet were smooth and sensuous under the black sheer silk, and I licked and sucked each toe as our cunts locked together.

I looked over and saw Gina sitting against the wall. Her red skirt was up around her waist, revealing a sticky white g-string that she was feverishly trying to work around to get at her own wet snatch. "Oh my gawd, fuck her Jenna! Fuck her!"

"Double points if you can make her cum again, Denise," said Heather, also stroking herself while lying on her stomach on the floor.

Another wave of realization hit me as I gazed at Denise's smooth tanned torso and those heavy but firm tits swaying with our movements. Her long dark hair had fallen over one breast, and the look of sheer ecstasy on her face was what finally shook my second climax loose, and without trying to we both half squirted onto each other's pussies, coming together in slow spasms. The audible wet slapping sound of flesh on flesh was matched only by the overwhelming scent of aroused female sex in the room. Ya get that pussy juice flowing and the scent alone could've made me cum.

The other girls finished themselves off one by one, except Sara of course, with the group applauding each shuddering climax, until we all lay around the room in various poses of spent pleasure.

I suddenly noticed that a John Mayer CD was playing, and we must have dozed off for a while. I woke up about an hour later in Denise's arms, our stocking-covered legs entwined, her huge tits pressed up against my small ones.

"What now?" I thought. It was still relatively early. 11pm.

Then I had an idea. A wicked and somewhat scary idea that gave me butterflies just thinking about it, but I knew it had to be done. I kissed Denise gently and said, "Wake up honey, and get dressed. The night's not over yet!"

To Be Continued...



20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 12



So, you've heard how the bachelorette party was going for Jenna and Denise. Now we return to my bachelor party on that same night, just as we're pulling into the parking lot a Diamond's Gentleman's Club near the LAX airport.

As noted before, I've never been big on sleazy nudie bars, but dammit if those USC cheerleaders hadn't gotten me riled up, to the point where it wouldn't take much to strike a tent pole in my Docker's.

Diamond's is a fairly high end place (pun intended!), but it still managed to put forth that familiar musty scent, somewhere between cigarette smoke and sweat. You'd think there'd be some identifiable sexual odors mixed in there with the amount of naked girls walking around, dancing and grinding, but I guess most strippers don't get too aroused while on duty.

All six of us paid the $20 cover and shuffled down a dark hallway lit only by some unseen red lights (what other color would one expect?). I will say that the anticipation of walking into a strip club for the first time may only be rivaled by that first glimpse of the baseball diamond and the green grass on opening day. Even if it gets boring after a while, the pre-game is always enticing.

We emerged into a huge room deep in the throes of Saturday night. The clientele consisted of packs of inappropriate businessmen, some unhinged sailors, borderline underage dudes and bachelor parties like mine. The clubs I'd been in before had been dark, dreary joints populated mostly by bikers, druggies and lonely single guys like me who took the train in from the suburbs for their big night (or day) of secret rebellion. This place was more like a casino during prime time. Techno music blared from speakers mounted in every corner. There were two stages, both with at least one obligatory brass pole stretching from floor to ceiling.

The smaller of the two stages was ringed on all sides by a bar, with tables scattered behind it, and was occupied at the moment by a petite blond with a large set of unmoving breasts that were so fake it almost didn't seem right to call her "topless". There were black lights throughout the club, and her white thong glowed in the dark against her unreal tan. As we watched, she slowly slipped the thong to her ankles and stepped out of it.

"Fully nude, man!" Rob shouted in my ear as we took a table near the stage. "One of only 3 in the city where they take it all off. But this is by far the best one. Hottest chicks in L.A."

As the dancer bent over and showed her finely sculpted ass to a table of military boys, there was a cheer from the surrounding tables, and the dollar bills came out in bunches.

Meanwhile, my eyes were drawn to the larger Stage 2, which was against one wall about 20 feet to my right, upon which 3 girls were doing their thing simultaneously. Two of them were about half covered with tattoos, which unfortunately means automatic dismissal in my book. The third, however, held my gaze. She had straight brown hair down just past her shoulders, what appeared to be bright green eyes, and a fabulously rockin' body. Not so thin like so many strippers were, but more of the hourglass shape: well formed tanned tits currently encased in a green lace bra, a very short white skirt, underneath which appeared to be a matching green g-string. White high heels completed the outfit, though that's one of my pet peeves with strippers and centerfolds alike: okay, yes, they push your ass up. But don't they realize how sexy women in bare feet can be? And we certainly don't need to see the high heels in the shower photo shoot. Lose 'em, ladies!

I watched her swing around the pole a few times until the bra came off. I was pretty much oblivious to everything else. She was wayyy cute, without the jaded, dead-eyed stripper look you see sometimes, as if they're thinking about what to cook for dinner that night instead of the fact that they're running a hand across their thigh. This girl seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself, and the sexy smile didn't seem forced at all.

"Hey Thom, snap out of it!" Scott was yelling in my ear. "What are you drinkin'? Anything and everything pal. It's on us."

I ordered a Jack and Coke and tore my eyes away for a few moments. The girls that weren't on stage dancing were roving around the room, talking and getting friendly with the customers, but I knew that their ultimate goal was to find a few takers for a lap dance. They were trolling for twenties, in other words. In my experience, some could get downright nasty if you balked at a dance and refused. When I was young and broke, I stepped into a few clubs with literally 5 bucks on me, and if there's one thing strippers don't appreciate, it's a tightwad. I'd swat 'em away for a few minutes, until word got around that I wasn't buying. At that point, they'd all leave me alone for the duration. I also learned the hard way not to pay up front for anything. I went to one club where there was a sort of performance ring surrounded by booths that were open to the ring side. Silent men stood inside each booth while two girls made out with each other in the center of the arena. If you held out a large enough bill, they would come over and fondle each other right in front of you. Being totally naive, I held out a 10 and handed it to one of the girls right when they got to me, at which point they simply moved on to the next guy. I just stood there like a chump, dumb and horny.

Every few minutes, one of the table girls would take a guy by the arm and lead him through a doorway covered with tinsel strands to what I assumed was the "private dance" room; the "champagne room", if you will. I'd never had the money or the inclination to experience this, though one regret is that I didn't try out the "shower room" at a club in Seattle one time. My guess is that you sat there trying not to pull out your rod and stroke it while a girl took a private shower in front of you. That, I could get into. I always wondered what the protocol was. Could you rub yourself? Could you take it out? There was that Chris Rock joke, "no matter what a stripper tells you, there is no sex in the Champagne Room." A lot of grinding and dry humping, I guessed. I wondered if the girls were only naked from the waist up in there, though I suppose if you pay enough, anything is possible.

Rob was talking to a small-titted brunette wearing a nifty purple thong who had sat down at our table. He had apparently let the cat out of the bag about who the "special boy" was tonight. Her name was Missy, or Chrissy or something. It was too damn loud in there to tell which. The guys had pitched in and hired her to do a table dance for me, which I honestly would have passed on if given the chance. She was cute in a white trash sort of way, if a bit stringy, and a half naked girl is a half naked girl. However, my main issue with strip clubs is that I'm just not comfortable being sexual with a bunch of people around watching, let alone a table full of my buddies. It felt odd to sport an erection in front of them, and I knew I couldn't relax enough to really enjoy the experience.

No matter, in buying me the dance they were getting a show as well, so my chair was pushed back and Missy or Chrissy got to work.

She was already topless, but had just about as much up top as my fiancee Jenna did, which is to say not much. Still, where Jenna's tits were perky and sensual, Missy's were just sort of there, and not very shapely at that.

She began by straddling me and lowering herself down onto my lap, shaking her dark wavy hair in my face. All I could smell was stale Camel Lights and some sort of fruity perfume that was losing the battle for scent supremacy. After a few moments she leaned back and ground those purple panties into my crotch.

No reaction down below.

The other guys were having a great time, hollering it up. I found myself stealing a few glances at my brown-haired favorite on the far stage. Both her and her discarded green lace panties were lying on the stage, and the view was fantastic. Even at 20 feet away, she was turning me on more than the girl with her ass in my lap. Her dance was over then, too soon in my opinion, and she left the stage, naked other than her high heels.

After several minutes, Missy turned around and placed both hands on the table, swinging that ass from side to side, just inches from my face. This was more like it, but honestly, the look on her face was as if she was reading the Wall Street Journal -- just another day at the office. She did have a nice rear end, but boner-wise, I might as well have been sitting in pail of ice water. I decided it was perhaps the un-sexiest environment in which to have this experience.

When Missy/Crissy was done, we threw some more money her way and I thanked her for the ride. I put on an admirable bit of acting for the guys, telling them how awesome it had been, etc. but Scott could tell that I was mostly underwhelmed. He leaned into the table and said, "Fellas, I think I know what Tommy Boy needs tonight. I'll be right back."

With that he disappeared into the crowd. I finished my drink and had just ordered another when he came back, flanked by two stunning beauties, one of which just happened to by my brown-haired girl from Stage 2! 

"I saw you had your eye on Miss Carli, here," Scott beamed. "But, since you're about to be chained to one single chick 'til your dying day, I figured you should avail yourself of the opportunity to go for a little "menage a twat", if you know what I mean. Before it's too late!"

I had to pick my jaw up off the ground, and the whole table laughed uproariously.

The second hottie appeared to be of half-Asian descent, and at just over five feet tall, was packed into a black lace teddy in a more than flattering way. Black silk stockings and a garter belt didn't hurt the look at all, nor did her resemblance to the porn star Asia Carrera, who I was familiar with from many a fine film from my teens.

As for Carli, she had gotten dressed again, with the white skirt and a tight white tank top obscuring the green lace underwear underneath. Everything white was glowing in the dark.

I was about to protest that whatever this was costing Mike wasn't worth it for another table dance, when the Asian girl took my arm and said, with no trace of any accent other than Valley Girl, "You have some very generous friends. Let's go, lover boy!" I realized that were headed to the private dance room, and my pulse quickened. 

Now, this...this I might be able to enjoy! 

As I walked, hearing the fading hoots and whistles from my friends and just about every other table we passed, I couldn't help staring at the way Carli's ass moved under that skirt as she led the way. It was not unlike a USC cheerleader skirt, in fact, and I fantasized that I was about to get my own private grind on with two cheerleaders.

By the time we reached the tinsel covered door, it was getting difficult to walk, for all the right reasons.

The private dance room turned out to be only semi-private. It was essentially a circular chamber, low-ceiling-ed and dark, with a couch-like bench running all the way around. There were cushioned partitions spaced every 10 feet or so, and through the strobes and flashes of red and silver light I could make out writhing female forms hovering over other men seated on the benches.

The girls led me to an open cubicle and sat me down on the soft red plush. For a quick second I wondered just how clean this couch was, but consoled myself with thinking that the guys who sit here never take their pants off. 

My two rented ladies went right to work on me. The Asian, who I learned was called Mya, began dancing seductively in front of me while Carli sat down on the couch at my side and began nibbling on my ear lobe. She was saying something at the same time, but the music, which was slower here and only slightly less annoying than in the main room, was so loud that her message was mostly lost on me. I certainly wasn't complaining, though, especially when Mya turned around and sat down in my lap, which was beginning to be a fairly solid platform on which to sit. The black lace of her teddy was mostly sheer, and her tiny waist and shapely ass was close enough to touch. 

Just as I was wondering what I was allowed to put my hands on, I suddenly understood what Carli had been trying to tell me. She repeated, "Above the waist in the back, and thighs down, front and back. Topless only." 

Got it. In other words, no ass, no pussy, no tits. Seemed a little restrictive, but since I hadn't really touched anyone other than Jenna in a few years, I thought I could work with it and be happy as a clam.

Mya was wriggling pretty fast, so I put my right hand on the small of her back and felt that smooth lace all the way up to her shoulder. She was very warm. After a few seconds, she got up and switched places with Carli, and I caught a brief glimpse of a giant wet spot on my beige pants just before it was obscured by Carli's green panties. Could she feel it? Was it from me or Mya, or both? My guess was that the lion's share was mine. Either way, I had to remember to wear darker pants next time.

I was fully rigid by now, but my cock was trapped at an odd angle, and I ached to straighten it out. I wondered if grabbing your crotch was against the rules in this place. I certainly didn't want this to end too soon.

Mya was now running her fingers through my hair. Carli had lost the tank top and the bra and was cradling my face between those fantastic tits. She actually smelled quite nice, like lilac or lavender or something. I tentatively let my right hand roam up and down her thigh as she straddled me.

I have to pause here to attempt to describe this girl's skin. Perhaps I was just hyper-sensitive to this because of the forbidden situation, but I swear at first I thought she must have been wearing super thin nylon stockings or something. She was just so SOFT. Warm, tan, silky, smooth... I'd never felt anything like it. Not that my fiancee Jenna's porcelain thighs weren't heavenly in their own right, but I thought, 'my god, are all hot young strippers this soft?" Couldn't be, but if so, I'd been missing a lot.

When Carli turned around, slowly shaking that tight ass in front of my face, I reached out with both hands and ran my fingers up the back of her thighs until Mya gently redirected me just as I reached the beginning of the sculpted curve of her ass.

So soft...

Mya shook her finger at me playfully and mouthed, "No, no, no! Off limits!"

I did find it odd that these girls could grind their crotch on me and shake their tits in my grill, but I still wasn't allowed to simply run my hand over their ass. It was a strange place to find a selectively puritanical value system. 

However, I decided to take full advantage of this fantasy.

I directed the girls to stand up and dance in front of me. They started to move slowly to the incessant beat of the music, and I thought 'now this is fun'. I imagined I could do more than just touch and dream, and that these two were mine for the night. I had one hand on a creamy thigh and the other on a smooth black stocking. Heaven.

My cock, though, was in absolute agony. They had to have seen it doubled up under my fly. I'd have given anything to have one of them straighten it out for me.

Matters down below were not helped much when the two girls turned to face each other and started making out, hands roving over each other's bodies, playfully tugging at various pieces of tight lace.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a burly bouncer-looking dude appeared. He tapped Mya on the shoulder, and just like that she was gone.

'Hey,' I thought. 'Do we get money back for this?'

I was now "stuck" with only Carli, who was slowly sliding the white cheer skirt down over her thighs and down her legs to the floor, giving me a dreamy view of the tiny green lace thong and the amazing things it was doing to frame her smooth belly and the barely hinted at triangle of her pussy. I really wanted to see that thong come off next...

In about a minute, though, Mya was back, holding what appeared to be a piece of black silk, or maybe a silk handkerchief. She pulled Carli aside and said something in her ear, after which they both looked my way and smiled wickedly. They moved back to the couch and began to blindfold me with the silk.

'What the hell?" I thought. Mike must've paid them to do something extra. But why the blindfold? I wanted to see this shit! That was about all I was allowed to do, after all.

Once the black fabric was tightly secured over my eyes, however, I began to experience everything around me much more vividly. The pulsing music, the alcohol in my system, the scent of the perfume, and the feel of soft, warm bodies brushing up against my leg, my arm, my face, my burning crotch...

They were all around me. All over me. All at once. 

I wondered if now I might get away with an illegal touch, since after all, I couldn't see where I was touching, right?

The one dancing in front of me now must have been Carli, as while I was caressing her legs I noted the absence of stocking. As she moved with her back to me, I took my hand off of her thigh and rested it right where I thought her ass must be, and bulls eye! I landed right near the crease between her cheeks, right on the thin strip of her g-string. I quickly explored the rest of that fabulous behind, expecting any second to have my hand slapped away and be scolded. 

But it didn't happen.

'Holy shit. I guess the rules have been relaxed.'

I went for broke and slid my hand down, feeling between her legs and along the tight panty pouch concealing her pussy, and I'll be damned if those panties weren't soaked straight through! I could smell it now, that unmistakable musk of aroused snatch. Maybe I just hadn't noticed it before now. Or maybe she was getting turned on by this illicit behavior.

Slowly, I felt her turn around to lower her body down on top of me, and suddenly a hand grabbed my cock through my pants, hard. Expertly, my shaft was pulled up and straightened out until it pointed upward toward my stomach. It was a quick, experienced move, as if she'd done it a hundred times before. Why she made me wait so long was a mystery, but oh, the relief! Add to that the orgasmic ecstasy as her crotch landed squarely on my rod, my stiff shaft nestling into the gap of her lips through the panties as she slid back and forth.

Now, for some reason, nothing that had happened so far had felt like cheating to me, but I began to wonder if a line wasn't being crossed here. It was also obvious to me that either way, there was no turning back now. Whatever happened, I was no longer in charge.

I felt the cushion settle as Mya sat down next to me again, then a hand on my cheek, roaming down the back of my neck, to my shoulders, my chest. Another hand spread as the fingers ran through my hair. 'Hmmmm...what other rules are no longer in effect,' I wondered.

I knew exactly what I had to try next, so I placed both hands on Carli's small waist and gingerly moved up her torso to those...tits.

Yes, they were there.

Yes, she was still topless.

Only, there was no way these were Carli's tits. They were much smaller, perkier, though still nice, with firm erect nipples. Sort of like...

Jenna's tits.

I must have audibly gasped, because I heard some very familiar giggling, after which the blindfold was slowly removed. When my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw that it was indeed my sexy fiancee that was grinding away in my lap, wearing red lace panties and nothing else. She was, however, made up like senior prom: hair up and curled, makeup impeccable, a thin gold chain around her neck that I knew she must have borrowed. There was even some body glitter in evidence. It was my one and only, alright, and I'd never seen her look so hot; made up like a slutty stripper and enjoying the role to the hilt.




20 Years of Foreplay Ch. 12



Beyond her, only a few feet away, two other girls were applauding and smiling ear to ear: Carli and Mya. They were having a great time with this game. But, then, who was sitting to my left...?

My cock jumped involuntarily as I glanced over and realized that, nestled next to me on the couch and stroking my bare chest through my shirt was none other than my gorgeous cousin Denise. I lowered my gaze and took her in as she sat there with her long legs crossed: she was equally decked out, with her cascading dark hair teased out and her lips painted bright red. 

What was she wearing? Well, it was a lingerie fan's wet dream: tight black lace bustier with a tiny rose just under her ample bosom, black garter belt, black panties and black thigh high stockings.

She smiled a cute but deliciously naughty smile and kissed me softly on the cheek.

"Happy bachelor party, Cousin!" she cooed. "Hope you have some dollar bills left!"

To Be Continued...