3 comments/ 62108 views/ 36 favorites Kindness Reaps Its Rewards By: storytyme I have a large, close knit family on my mother's side of the family. Every year, my mom's side of the family gets together for a family reunion, consisting of my aunts, uncles and children. There are almost 50 of us in all, having 10 sets of aunts and uncles. This past year was like any other year. My cousins and I were sitting around a picnic table talking. One of my cousins, Heather, started telling us about how excited she was to go back to her alma mater and watch a football game in the fall. She explained all the fun times she had going to the games when she was in college. It'd been 3 years since she last attended her college for a football game. Her and her boyfriend were going to take a tour bus to the game and back to the bar, then stay at a hotel afterwards. I told her that sounded like it would be a great time. "I have never done something like that. I think it would be a blast." I said. A couple months later, I was at home when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but answered anyways. "Hey, Brian, this is your cousin Heather", said the sweet voice on the other end of the call. "Oh, hi!" I said with an excited voice. "How are you?" "I am good. Listen, my boyfriend and I had a big fight and we are no longer together. Do you remember how I was talking about going to my alma mater football game during the reunion?" "Yes." I said, wondering why she called out of the blue to tell me this. "I remember you said it would be fun to go." she continued, before pausing a second. "I have an extra ticket now and was wondering if you wanted to go with me." "Are you serious?" I said. "Yeah! That would be awesome." Two weeks later, I caught a flight and met her at her apartment, early in the morning. My cousin is almost ten years younger than me. When she was in high school, she participated in gymnastics, dance and volleyball. All those sports helped her form thick, strong thighs. She was also kind of pudgy. Seven years later and she has thinned out her body. I knocked on the front door and took a quick glance at her gorgeous body when opened the door. She was wearing a college football jersey from her alma mater and tight, black yoga pants. Now that she was single again, was she dressing to impress? If so, I was definitely impressed with the way her figure looked in her clothes. She is my cousin, so I pushed the thoughts out of my mind. I remember seeing her posts on Facebook when she was in college, they consisted of partying with the girls and having a good time. I hoped today would be a lot of the same. She was always outgoing and such a sweet person. Rarely did I see her without a smile. I sat on the couch in her living room and looked looked at the pictures on her electronic picture frame while she finished getting ready for the game. Heather walked into the living room and asked, "How do I look?" She spun around slowly, so that I could see her from all angles. Her form fitting football jersey showed off all her body well. Her curly, black, shoulder length hair hung down and rested on the jersey. The yoga pants accentuated her firm ass and thighs. What a sight! "You look great!" I answered. "I like your outfit." Heather walked up and gave me a quick hug, then we left her apartment. We caught a city bus to the hotel and did a courtesy check-in then walked two blocks down the road to the bar where we would be taking the tour bus to the game. We had a few beers and chatted casually until the tour bus arrived. Heather explained that her ex-boyfriend had gotten drunk and pushed her a couple weeks ago. She was not going to put up with that type of treatment and kicked him out of her apartment. It is such a shame that males act like that. I told her she was right to get rid of him and that she could do so much better. She agreed and promised to cheer up and have some fun. We did a shot before getting in line to ride the bus to the game. The line was long and I wondered how we would all fit inside the bus. We took a seat toward the back of the bus. The bus filled up quickly and there were still people in line. The bus driver made an announcement and asked if people could double up to make room. To my surprise, Heather said, "I can sit on your lap, if you don't mind." I had a good buzz going on and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't care. That is fine." I put my legs together as she slid onto my lap. She couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds and was not heavy at all. An older man took a seat next to us. The bus fired up and started pulling away. We were finally on our way to the stadium. The bus ride was bumpy and seemed to take forever, even though we were only going five miles. We exited the bus and made it to our seats. I was so excited to see a live football game. The crowd was already starting to chant and make tons of noise. The rumble of the crowd was an energy rush. If I had known how fun the games were, I would have been doing this more often. Heather was smiling, laughing and having a good time. I was glad she was having fun because it made the experience fun for me as well. She was so into the game once it started. I didn't know she had so much interested in the sport. Each time her team made a big play, she would jump up and cheer, clap and holler. I know she is my cousin, but I could not help but watch her chest bounce as she jumped up and down. Her form fitting jersey tugged against her chest. I cheered along with her as her team drove down the field and prepared to score a touchdown. The quarterback took the snap from the center and threw a touchdown pass to the wide receiver in the corner of the end zone. The crowd erupted. Heather screamed along with the crowd and jumped up and down. Heather turned to me and gave me a big hug. Her chest pressed firmly against me, causing my crotch to stir. I could also smell her sweat perfume on her neck, mixed with a hint of sweat. I instantly tried to change my thoughts to prevent an awkward bulge in my jeans. Her alma mater ended up winning by 17 points, which kept her in a good, joyful mood. We headed back to the tour bus and found a seat next to the window. Heather climbed on my lap right away. A heavy set man took a seat next to us, limiting our space. I had no where to rest my hands so I leaned forward and rested them on the seat in front of me. "Are you okay?" Heather whispered into my ear. The softness of her voice in my ear sent chills down my back. The thought of her on my lap, the smell of her perfume and her sweet voice were turning me on. I couldn't help it. "Yes." I said quietly. The bus pulled forward, pushing me against the back of my seat. Heather fell against me as well. Her body slid back off my knees and onto my upper thighs. My hands fell off the seat and landed on her upper thighs. I wanted to move them, but had no where to move them. Heather didn't say anything or move them, so I left them on her lap. I could feel her warm skin through her black, stretch pants. It was almost as if I were touching her bare skin. The ride back to the bar was just as bumpy as the trip to the game. I could feel Heather's hips bouncing up and down on my lap. Her butt cheeks were grinding into my lap. I tried to adjust her hips to the left or right, but she would move back to the center a few seconds later. My dick started to grow hard from the friction. It started to freak me out. I grabbed hold of Heather's lower ribs and tried to guide her onto my left leg, against the side of the bus. There was barely an inch for her to move, however and she adjusted back, turned her head to the left. "That isn't comfortable. I am Sorry. I am more comfortable right here if that is okay with you." she said, giving me a soft smile. I was sure she could feel my hardening dick poking against her lower butt cheeks. It was embarrassing to me, but if she was comfortable, who was I to complain? Each bump of the road, bounced her up and down on my lap. I prayed the bus would to hurry up and arrive at the bar. I was now hard as hell. When we finally arrived at the bar, it took a few minutes for the bus to clear. I did my best to think of disgusting things in order to counteract my hormones before we exited the bus. We went inside the bar and took a seat at the bar in the rear. Heather ordered us wings and draft beers while I made my way to the restroom. We ate, shared a few more beers and mingled with people at bar for a few hours. It was an experience I will never forget. I could tell Heather was starting to get pretty tipsy. Her words were starting to slur and she was not starting to stumble around when she walked. I asked if she was ready to head back to the hotel. She shook her head no, so we continued to party. When the football crowd began clearing out of the bar, we moved to a booth. The bar had finally quieted down enough that we could carry on a conversation without shouting. I am sure it was a combination of the clothes she was wearing, the previous events and the beer, but Heather was looking fine as hell. "How are you feeling?" I asked her. "Great for the most part. I have had so much fun. Thank you for coming to the game with me." she replied. "What do you mean for the most part?" I asked. "Well..." she said, pausing for a moment. She leaned in and said, "Beer makes me horny." She pulled away and started giggling. I am sure my the expression on my face was priceless. I could feel my eyes bulging. I was surprised she was so being so candid with me. Before I was able to respond, she asked, "Want to do a round of shots?" "I don't know. I have a pretty good buzz already and I am not used to drinking much anymore." I replied. "I will pick a shot for you and you pick one for me." she said, blatantly ignoring my answer. Heather stood up and made her way to the bar. I watched her ass wiggle as she walked away. Her boyfriend had to be an idiot to treat her wrong. Anyone would be so lucky to have a beautiful, thin, athletic woman who was also sweet, fun and cheerful. If she was not my cousin, I would date her in a second. Heather returned with a red, colored shot and sat it in front of me. "What is this?" I asked. "It is called a Red Hawk." she informed me. "Named after our school mascot." The shot burned going down. It had to have been a fireball shot. I coughed a few times, which made her laugh. My eyes started to water. "Wow!" I said. "My turn." she laughed, leaning in and giving me a hug. "I will do anything you want." I wondered if she was talking about the shot or something else. I went to the bar and ordered her a shot then returned to the booth. When I returned she was looking at me with anticipating eyes. "What is it?" she asked. "They call it panty dropper." I said, laughing. "Mmmm." she said before taking the shot. Heather came over to my side of the booth and sat down next to me. She pushed up close to my body. "I want to watch the game." she said, her words slightly slurred. I could tell she was starting to feel pretty good. She leaned her head against my shoulder. I could feel her left breast pressing against my arm. My dick started to stir again. I couldn't help but wonder what her breasts looked like and how they would feel in my hands. Knowing I shouldn't be thinking this way, I chased the thoughts out of my head one more time, wrapped my right arm around her and watched the football game on tv. Heather scooted in closer to me until her her ribs were pressed against my ribs. "I wish Brandon wasn't such an ass. I am wanting him so bad right now." She said loudly. "Shh." I said laughing. "You don't want him if he is going to push you around. Besides, you could have pretty much any man in here. How many men have hit on you already tonight?" "True. She said. "Bumpy bus ride today, huh? She said, changing the subject before giggling. "Umm. Yeah!" I replied. "Are you ready to go now? You look tired." "One more shot?" she asked. "Are you sure you need another one?" I asked. "Let's do another panty dropper. That was fun." she answered. We did one more shot, then left the bar. The cool night air hit my face. I could feel the effects of the alcohol starting to kick in. Heather was stumbling back and forth, laughing and giggling about nothing. She was rambling on, but I could only make out half of what she was saying. I could tell the last shot had really had an effect on her. She leaned against me as we walked down the sidewalk, toward the hotel. I put my arm around her and did my best to help her walk straight. We made it two blocks down the street to the hotel and stopped at the front desk to pick up our keys. Heather had changed her room from a queen bed to two twin beds after calling me to invite me to the game. When I verified we had two twin beds, the hostess looked at the computer screen and said, "No, you are booked for a room with a queen size bed." "I changed it to twins." Heather blurted. The hostess went back to the computer screen and then said, "I am sorry, but I don't see the change. Let me see if we have any twin rooms available. I doubt it though, we are pretty full this weekend with the football game." After checking a few times, the hostess apologized and said there were no other rooms available. We took the room key and went to our room. I unlocked the door and opened it. Heather stumbled inside the room, held onto the edge of the bed and lifted her foot in an attempt to remove her sneakers. She fell onto the bed and laughed. I walked over to her and helped her remove her shoes. She pulled her jersey over her head and threw it on the floor. Underneath, she was wearing a black, strap undershirt. She reached inside the undershirt and removed her black bra. I kicked my shoes onto the floor and tried not to be obvious about watching her undress. She moved to the edge of the bed and started pulling her stretch pants off. As you could imagine, she struggled in her drunken state. She pulled off the first leg. When trying to remove the pants from her second leg, she fell off the bed onto the floor. We both burst into laughter. She lay on the ground and pulled on the pants until she removed them from her ankles. She kicked her socks off and climbed onto the bed, wearing only pink panties and her black undershirt. Her hard nipples were visibly poking through her shirt. I felt my groin start to churn. What a tease she was. I knew she didn't mean to be teasing me, but she was none the less. I went to the bathroom, then undressed down to my boxers then lay down in the recliner. I pulled the blanket over me and prepared for sleep. Heather was already under the covers of the bed. "Sleep in the bed." she blurted. "Don't sleep there." I said, "Are you sure?" "Uh huh." I climbed into the other side of the bed. Heather rolled over toward me and gave me a long hug. I held her close for a few seconds until she pulled away and looked at me. I stared at her beautiful face, studying her eyes and full lips. "Thanks again for today." She said with a big smile. I studied her cheek bones, then her mouth. I wanted to kiss those lips so bad. Thankfully, she rolled over, turning away from me. With my back to her, I turned out the lamp on the desk next to the bed and prepared for sleep. I tried to clear my mind and started falling asleep. Half asleep and intoxicated, I rolled over and put my arm over Heather's body, without thinking about my actions. My hand slid between her arm and body, landing on her breast. Heather responded to my touch and moaned, "Mmm Brandon". Her comment woke me up. I realized where my hand was and immediately attempted to pull it away. Heather clamped her arm against her body, trapping my arm. "Don't." she replied. I froze. My hand was cupping her firm, soft breast. I straightened my fingers so that I was no longer cupping her breast. She took her free hand and placed it on the back of my hand and started stroking the back of my hand. I wondered if she was awake or dreaming. The soft touch of her smooth fingers were turning me on. I could feel my dick starting to grow. She pushed my hand into her breast after a few seconds and mumbled"Touch me." There was an inner conflict going on in my head. Should I do as she said or should I do the right thing and pull away? I pondered the dilemma a few seconds before my fingers started to cup and massage her breast, as if they had a mind of their own. Heather moaned a second time. I was hard now! A minute later, Heather took things one step further when she pushed my hand under her shirt. I could not believe this was happening. I had dreamed of this many times, but never thought this would actually happen, perhaps I was dreaming. If it was indeed a dream, I didn't want to wake. I wondered if she knew it was me touching her of if she thought, in her drunken state, that I was Brandon. My hand cupped her bare breasts and massaged them for a long time. They felt so soft, warm and firm in my hands. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my palm and upper forearm. I continued kneading her breasts while starting to drift off to sleep again. The alcohol was doing its' best to take over my body. I could feel my fingers slowing down as I was drifting off to sleep, then Heather moved again. She pulled her shirt over her head and rolled toward me. My hand moved to her bare back as she moved in close to me and started kissing me. My hands roamed over her warm, smooth skin as I kissed her passionately. I was not going to let this moment pass. I sucked on her ripe, bottom lip and tasted her cherry lip stick. I tried to restrain from devouring her face. My right hand moved to the back of her head and cradled it. My fingers pushed her head to me then mussed through her hair. I was rock hard already. I imagined her face in my head as I continued making out with her. I couldn't believe how well she kissed. Her tongue slid inside my mouth and twirled around my tongue. Our tongues danced as we pressed our open mouths against each other. Apparently needing more contact, Heather moved her left leg over my hip and intertwined with my legs. My hips were now pressed against her body. I sucked her tongue into my mouth then kissed her lips over and over. I didn't know if this would go any further, but I was happy with where we were at this point. Heather's hips started grinding softly against me as we continued kissing. Our breathing was getting heavy. Every so often, she would pull her lips away and take a breath before moaning on her way back in to kiss me again. I desired to touch and caress and taste her body. My hands moved up and down her back and along the side of her ribs, touching the side of her breast. She straightened her back and moaned in the most enticing tone I think I have ever heard. I wanted her so much at this moment. I moved my lips to the side of her neck and kissed her with an open mouth. Her neck craned away from my mouth, exposing more of her neck to me. My mouth moved all over her neck before sliding down to her collarbone. Continuing to be assertive, Heather rolled on top of me then slid under the covers. I gasped when she shifted my boxers to the side and placed her lips on my hard dick. I began to moan as she expertly moved her lips over my swollen dick. Her lips felt amazing. I was so turned on that I knew I would not last very long. Her lips moved up and down the length of my hard rod, running her tongue along the underside of it. My hips started to grind against her mouth. She cupped my balls and squeezed softly before starting to massage them. The feeling was too much. "I am going to come." I blurted out as a warning. It was my experience that most women would stop sucking and use their hand to finish me off; this was not the case. She continued to sucking hard and bobbing her head. Her hand slid up to the base of my shaft and began stroking while her lips surrounded the mushroom part of my dick. She sucked quickly, milking me. I was moaning so loud that I am sure the next room could hear me. My hips locked in the air as I shot my semen into her mouth. She sucked me dry. I could not stop smiling. My body was alive. Kindness Reaps Its Rewards Pt. 02 This is a continuation of the first story in which Brian visits his cousin. After a football game and bar time, they share a bed. This story picks up the next day. ***** After going to a college football game with my cousin, partying for a few hours at the bar and spending the night in bed with her, I woke up with a hang over. My head was pounding so I took some pain relievers and ran cold water over my face. It took almost an hour before I felt somewhat normal again. We packed up our belongings and checked out of the hotel. On our way home from the hotel, Heather and I chatted, reminiscing about the football game and bar activities from the day before. When we recounted all the way back to her stumbling back to the hotel, our conversation hit an awkward pause. I didn't know if I should discuss the events that happened afterwards, if they truly did happen and were not a figment of my sleepy imagination. Heather takes a deep breath and looks at the road as she navigates the wheel of the car. "Nothing about this weekend is to be spoken about to anyone else other than the football game and the bar." I nod my head in agreement. "I agree completely. I wondered myself if anything else truly happened or if it was all just a great dream." Heather's face changes from a blank stare to a large grin as she turns and looks at me. Her blue eyes are beaming. "Oh, it happened alright!" When we arrive at her apartment, we make breakfast together and lounge around for most of the morning, leading into early afternoon. Heather is sitting on the couch, watching NatGeo with me when her cellphone starts to ring. She answers it with an enthusiastic voice and chats with whomever is on the other line for several minutes. She stands up and starts pacing back and forth as she recants college events over the phone. At the end of her conversation, she says, "Why don't you get whoever's available together and come over to my place for a little fun and don't forget to bring your bathing suit, unless you prefer to swim without." My ears perk up. I am suddenly interested in her conversation. I turn away from the television and look at her. She is smiling from ear to ear. I watch her intently as she walks back over to the couch and takes a seat right next to me. She puts her arm around me and cuddles up to my chest. I am in suspense and wait anxiously to see if she is going to elaborate on who is visiting, before boldly inquiring. "Are you ready to have a good time before you leave tomorrow?" Heather asks in a playful voice. "Sure." I reply enthusiastically. "What is going on?" "Oh, nothing much. Just a few of my college buddies are coming over for a little fun." she says slyly. I don't know exactly how I should read into her comments, nor do I know exactly what she means or is implying by saying, "for a little fun". Heather disappears upstairs for a little while. I go back to watching the tv for awhile until she returns. She has changed into a "Pink" ensemble. She is wearing a pink t-shirt that looks to be stretch material and a pair of black sweat pants that hug her curves. Her hair is also pulled up into a pony tail. She walks past me, swaying her hips back and forth and heads into the kitchen. I read her ass, which says "Pink" in pink letters across her butt cheeks. I cannot help but watch each cheek flex with each step she takes. I feel my groin stir with excitement. I hear dishes as she places them on the kitchen counter so I stand up and make my way into the kitchen to see what she is doing. We make some "weiner dogs" and nacho dip in preparation for guests. When Heather places the dogs in a crockpot, I push my hips up against the back of her and wrap my arms around her taut stomach. Leaning in, I place a few soft, quick kisses on the back of her neck, where her little hairs gather. "You had better knock that off." she says to me, as she turns around and pushes me away. I notice that her nipples have hardened and are pressing against her tight shirt. I walk away smiling, knowing that my kisses have turned her on. Around 4pm, the guests start to arrive. Heather's college roommates, Tracy and Susan arrive first. When the doorbell rings, Heather rushes across the apartment and invites them inside her apartment. I trail behind her and introduce myself. I shake Tracy's hand, while looking into her bright, green eyes. She has freckles all over her face and her bright red hair is pulled back into a pony tail. I do my best not to check her out while standing in front of her. Susan smiles at me and shakes my hand as well. I am able to catch a glimpse of her huge breasts as I turn away. Susan is wearing a light-blue pair of running shorts with pink outline and a blue t-shirt that helps keep her breasts in check. When she walks past me, I do my best not to let my jaw drop at the sight of her large, tight derriere. I am impressed, to say the least. Heather catches me checking her friend out and simply laughs. The girls are carrying backpacks with clothes hanging out of the top. We venture to the kitchen and mingle for a few minutes until the doorbell rings again. I take the opportunity to check out Tracy as she rushes for the door. She has average size breasts and not much of a butt to write home about. She does, however, have a gorgeous face and dick-sucking lips. Along with Heather, another girl walks into the room. Heather hugs her and introduces her as Samantha. "This is my bestie from my freshman year." She says before continuing. "We were flat mates in the dorm rooms long before we could ever legally drink." "Not that that ever stopped us." Samantha chimed in. Everyone starts to laugh. We chill out inside the apartment until the sun starts to set. Apparently, that is when the games begin. Heather pulls out a few shot glasses then opens a cup board door to reveal her stash of liquors. All the girls cheer. I am liking where this was heading. We start playing a few drinking games including "High-Low" and "Up and Down the River". I start to get a good buzz after an hour or so. The girls are full of giggles and becoming touchy-feely so I assume they are feeling pretty good as well. Heather goes back into the cup board and pulls out a green bottle of liquor. All the girls say in unison, "Pucker!" when Heather holds the bottle up into the air. I assume this is something that reverts back to their college days. Heather pours a shot for everyone and I watch as Heather and Tracy do a shot simultaneously, then finish it with a seductive kiss. My eyes bulge out of my head. I can't believe what I had just seen, but I like it. Susan and Samantha pair up and repeat the actions. I can feel my testicles starting to churn and an erection beginning to form. "Hmmm! Brian doesn't have a partner." Heather exclaims. "Any volunteers?" Tracy jumps forward in my direction and says, "I will." I smile at her and relish in the opportunity to kiss her thick lips. We do a shot together and then our lips meet. Her wet lips taste like strawberries as I sucked on them, exchanging saliva. We must be kissing a little longer then normal because the other girls start to cheer. I hear one of them say, "Woah!". Samantha throws out the idea of getting into the pool so the girls rush into the bathroom and quickly change. I don't have a swimming suit, but I decide my boxers will be about the same as swimming trunks. For the first half-hour we sit around sipping on a glass of wine. The girls are playing catch-up, sharing all that is happening in their life since they have last been together. I sat back and observe with pleasure. We start playing a game of water wrestling, where one person gets on top of another persons shoulders and the person on top attempts to push the person off of another person's shoulders, into the water. I am nominated to be a bottom person for the first game. Heather climbs on my shoulders while Samantha climb onto Tracy's shoulders. I hold onto Heather's firm thighs, to steady her, as I walke toward the other two girls. Heather and Samantha are pushing back and forth, trying to knock each other into the water. Samantha starts falling forward and I begin to lose my balance, stumbling backwards. Samantha falls into us and pushes us backwards into the water. Tracy is dragged forward and falls on top of me as we become submerged under water. I am taken by surprise when I feel a hand on my dick. I open my eyes and saw Tracy's hand wrapped around my boxers. She stroked me twice before letting go. We all scattered and raised our heads above the water. We were all laughing and having a good time. Tracy winked at me when her head popped out from under the water. The next game, I was on top of Tracy's shoulders and Susan was on top of Samantha's shoulders. I took it easy at the beginning, not wanting to overpower Susan. We jostled with each other for a few seconds before Samantha reached in and shoved my shoulders with her hands. Tracy took a step back then came charging back. I grabbed her shoulders and did my best to shove her off of Samantha's shoulders. My hands slide off her slick shoulders and I fell forward. I attempted to grab onto Susan so that I would not fall forward. What I ended up with was a two hands full of Susan's breasts as I Tracy and I crashed into Samantha and Susan. When we fell into the water, I let go of Susan's breasts. Again, we all lifted our heads out of the water. We had drifted close to the shallow end and were only waist deep at this point. I looked at Susan and said, "I am sorry." "Don't be." she laughed as I looked down at her breasts and noticed her nipples were hard, poking through her swim suit. I sat on the sidelines and watched the other four girls compete during the next round. I am not sure what happened between the time they fell into the water and a second later when they rose their heads out of the water, but Heather and Tracy's lips were locked in a passionate kiss. Sonya was swimming under the water in my direction. A watched her thin body approach me until she popped out of the water, a foot away from me. To say she had a model like body would be an understatement. I watched her wet, black hair pop out of the water. My eyes gravitated to her firm, breasts which had to be a "C" cup. My eyes continued down to her muscular stomach and small hips. My head lifted when I felt her hands cup my face. I looked up to find her lips pressing against mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against my body. I felt the bulge in my pants press against her body as she seductively sucked on my bottom lip. Her right hand slid down my chest and under my boxers. I gasp when her warm hand surrounded my manhood and started stroking me. I pulled away from the kiss for a second and looked into her dark, brown eyes. I was totally unaware of the other girls in the pool at this moment. Unaware the other three girls had approached me, I felt my hands being restrained and my boxers sliding down my legs. Sonya wrapped her legs around my upper body as I was pushed back against the edge of the pool. Sonya grabbed my face firmly pressed her lips to mine once more. I tried to see what was going on around me, but her face and shoulders were blocking my view. My hands were pulled back by Heather and Tracy. I heard the girls laughing hard then suddenly I felt warmth surround my hard dick. Samantha had swam under Susan and wrapped her lips around my meat. I grunted into Sonya's mouth as I felt the lips move up and down my hard dick and feel hands cup my testicles. It was an initial instinct to fight the girls off, but I quickly gave in and let the girls have their way. The warmth surrounding my dick withdrew and I heard movement in the water, then I heard a gasp of air. A second later, I felt the lips surround my nether region again. Heather and Tracy moved in between my arms and body and started planting soft, wet kisses on my neck. I was not going to be able to take much more of this before I would explode. This lasted for another minute before Susan came up for air. "The steps." I heard one of the girls say. Next thing I know, my body is being dragged over to the corner of the pool. I am pushed down onto the middle of three steps, my hips are now only six inches under water. Heather and Tracy are still holding my arms so I cannot use them. I feel what must be Susan's hands begin to stroke my dick a few times before she holds it still. "Ready!" I hear her exclaim. In what seemed like a milasecond, I feel Samantha slide down my body a few inches. Next, I feel my dick being maneuvered until I feel extreme heat surrounding it. I look down and see Samantha sitting on my pole. Her hips begin bouncing up and down. I moan hard and feel my hips start moving along with her body. I want to hold her hips and suck on her breasts, but I am bound by the two other girls. Much to my delight, I see Susan climb the steps and straddle my chest. She pushes my head back until it is resting against the concrete edge of the pool. She places her feet on the top step and lowers hips until I am staring at her crotch trough her wet swim suit. I can see the outline of her pussy lips. I thrust my hips forward into Samantha and moan loudly. I see Susan pull the material of her swim suit to the side and bury her pussy in my face. I do my best to lick and suck on her pussy as she grinds it against my face. Her moans turn me on even more. I have a hard time focusing on Samantha riding my pole and Susan riding my face at the same time. My attention swings back and forth between the two events happening simultaneously. Raising my eyes, I see a pair of lips on each of Susan's breasts. I realize that no one is holding my arms any longer, even though Heather and Tracy are still in between them and my body. I start thrusting my hips up inside Samantha harder and faster as I grow closer to an orgasm. I can feel my balls starting to shrink inside my sack as a rumbling fire travels up my groin. Both, Samantha and Susan are moaning wildly. My body goes into overload and I moan deep into Susan's dripping pussy. Her face is now grinding me with much aggression. I do my best to hold my tongue out as her clit grinds against my mouth. Over and over, I feel my dick spurt my come deep inside Samantha's walls. "Oh my God." I hear Samantha exclaim. Samantha continues to grind her hips on my pole for another minute until I am almost too sensitive. I feel her walls clasp down hard on my dick. She whines and moans for several seconds, sending Susan into an orgasm of her own. I feel my face coated with Susan's cream as her pussy grinds hard into my mouth and nose. Susan and Samantha fall back into the water and leave me lying on the edge of the pool, naked and uncovered. Heather and Tracy climb out of the pool and dry themselves off before heading inside her apartment building. I turn and watch their beautiful bodies as they disappear through white French doors. I climb out of the pool and dry off, feeling a numbing sensation from my orgasm in my dick. I look back and see Susan and Samantha chatting quietly on the opposite end of the pool. Susan looks over at me, smiles and winks, then returns to chatting with her friend. Making my way inside to change clothes, I hear Heather and Tracy giggling upstairs. I start to make myself a drink when Samantha and Susan enter the kitchen. They have dried off and dressed. I am surprised at how quickly they changed clothes. Samantha is typing a message on her cellphone as they approach me. "How was it?" Susan asks simply. I grin ear to ear and try to think of a good answer. "More than I ever expected and worth ever second." Susan leans in and kisses me on the cheek. "Good. We have to get back to our boyfriends at Samantha's apartment. It was very nice to meet you." When she finishes talking, the two of them turn and head for the front door. Samantha turns back and says with a smile, "Maybe we will see you around again sometime." The two women wave goodbye and exit the apartment. I take a moment to reflect on the events of the past hour as I sip my glass of vodka and orange juice. The girls are making a lot of noise upstairs, laughing, shouting at each other and making pounding noises that sound like they are jumping or falling to the floor. Wanting to know what they are up to, I make my way up the stairs. Opening the door to one of the bedrooms where the noise is coming from, I see Heather and Tracy wrestling each other on top of a king size bed. The bed spread is falling off the edge of the bed. I step inside the room and watch the beautiful sight. There is something so attractive about watching two females wrestling around on a bed. "Don't you want to join us?" Tracy says, laying on top of Heather and holding her arms over her head. Heather is not fighting back. I leap onto the bed, only to have both of the girls leap onto me. It is now two on one. It is at this point that I realize this has been their plan all along. Each woman wiggles their body between my chest and my arm. They each wrestle my arm above my head, while lying on top of my chest. I look up and see Tracy reach under the pillow. She pulls out a pair of blue handcuffs, wrapped in a blue fuzzy material. I try my hardest to pull my hands away from them, but I am not strong enough to fight each of their bodies off of my arms. It only takes them a few seconds before my hands are handcuffed to a metal rung on the head board. Heather and Tracy high five each other and roll off my body. "Really?" I ask. "What?" Tracy asks, "Don't you like bondage?" "Well, that depends on where this is going." I reply. The girls reposition themselves on the bed until they are facing each other in a kneeling position, each on one side of my hips. I watch with interest as the two smiling women both lean in and start making out with each other. I feel my penis start to swell. Heather breaks the kiss after a few seconds and looks down at my growing dick. She looks up at me and grins. I smile back at her just before she turns away and returns to her make out session with Tracy. "I never knew you were into girls, Heather." I say in curiousity. The girls break their kiss and turn toward me. Without looking down and keeping her eyes locked on my face, Heather nonchalantly reaches down and wraps her hand around my swelling dick. She starts to stroke me softly as she begins speaking. "I didn't date for the first two years of college because I didn't want to get pregnant and was too busy partying and studying to focus on a relationship. You don't think I just masturbated for those two years do you?" "Perhaps he thought you were not sexual during those years." Tracy chimes in. I moan softly from the sensations of her warm, smooth fingers softly and slowly stroking my dick. I want to close my eyes and enjoy the pleasure, but I fight to keep my eyes open and focused on Heather. After a moment of silence, I hear Stacy's sweet, charming voice begin talking again. "Four girls living in an apartment together and you don't think we would make out or experiment with each other? I know you men fantasize about such things and women say it never happens, but really it does...more than you men ever know. It starts out just looking at each other, then wondering if another girl's breasts feel like our own." "Mmm." I moan as Heather's hand continues to please me. She is now making long strokes up and down the length of my hardened dick. My hips start to move along with her slow, teasing actions. I feel my body starting to heat up. "Touching turns into making out, which leads to wondering if being touched by a woman feels as good as playing by yourself." Tracy chimes in again. "Next thing you know, you are fingering and being fingered." Heather says. Kindness Reaps Its Rewards Pt. 02 "Then you are wondering what each other taste like so you end up between each other's legs. After that, you want to know if the other girls taste and feel the same." Tracy says with a smile. My eyes move back and forth between each of them as they take turns explaining. I raise my knees and lift my hips off the bed and attempt to increase the speed of Heather's stroking hand. Instead, she stops moving her hand and allows my hips to do the moving. I start moving my hips faster, but to my dismay, the faster I go, the looser her grip is on my dick. If I slow down, she squeezes a little more. If I speed up, she loosens her grip until her hands are barely touching my skin. "Once you have another woman between your legs, you cannot get enough. Eventually, you are experimenting daily with one of the girls. Don't get me wrong, nothing can replace a man's dick, but women know just how to please each other." When Tracy stops speaking, Heather leans in and starts kissing Tracy again. Their lips start smacking against each other. I watch as Tracy's hand reaches forward and starts massaging Heather's breasts. Heather has the perfect size breasts; just enough to fill each hand. My hips get tired and fall to the bed. Heather resumes stroking me, her hands moving a little faster than before. I am really turned on by watching the two of them making out, in addition to the hand stroking me. I can feel my body building toward a second orgasm. My moans and breathing are increasing. My eyes are glued to the two young females as they become more aggressive in their kissing. Tracy's hands are now tweaking Heather's nipples and aggressively massaging her breasts. Heather's free hand is holding the chin of Tracy's face. My hips begin thrusting again, but this time Heather does not loosen her grip. I wonder if she is too distracted to notice or is intentionally helping me move closer to an orgasm. I can feel my testicles starting to move toward my body in preparation for a release. Heather's hand is now stroking the top crest of my penis. "Oh God." I hear myself exclaim. "Don't stop." Apparently, those last words are the wrong words, because her hands stop stroking me the moment I tell her not to stop. They stop kissing and look at me. I know they can see my look of desperation. Heather's hand moves down to my testes and gently fondles them in the palm of her hand. "Does watching us make out turn you on?" Heather asks with a mischievous grin on her face. "YES!!" I exclaim and exhale deeply. "Good." they both say in unison. Their bodies move to the edge of the bed, just below my feet. I watch as they undress and move into each other's arms. Their naked bodies are now in my sight. I want to reach down and touch both of them so much, to stick my dick inside them, to feel my release. None of that happens though, because I am tied to the bed, and no longer being pleased. I cannot believe Heather has manipulated me until I am about to come, then just abandons my needs. I thought she was a sweet, kind-hearted woman and never would I have guessed there was this side of her. My eyes were opened in more way than one this weekend. I do my best to watch the girls movements, but Heather is on her side with her back facing me and blocking much of the action. I am frustrated in more ways than one at this very moment. I want a release. I want to see more of the action below my feet. I pull against the handcuffs, somehow wishing I could magically free my hands. "Are you really just going to leave me like this?" I ask. "Shh!" Tracy says. "You have already had enough fun for now. Just lay there and watch us have a little fun for awhile. You know you will enjoy it." I cannot argue her point so I do just as she says. Tracy moves onto her back and Heather straddles her hips. Heather's mouth kisses the nape of Tracy's neck then moves down to the top of the breasts and alternates kissing the top of each breast. Next, her lips begin sucking on Tracy's right nipple. I hear Tracy moan. Never could I have imagined I would see Heather sucking another woman's breasts when I planned my trip to watch a football game with her. "Oh wow! I have missed your soft lips on my body. It has been too long." Tracy says to Heather. "Mhm" Heather says as she moves to the other nipple. Tracy arches her back to press against Heather's mouth. I watch in excitement as Heather starts using her tongue to circle the nipple. I can feel my aching dick strain in aggravation from the lack of attention. I wonder what Tracy's breasts taste like and wish Heather's lips were mine. Heather slides down the bed until the bottom half is hanging off the side of the bed. She spreads Tracy's hips and kisses Tracy's inner thighs. I hear Tracy moan in anticipation. I see Heather's tongue extend and move up the slit of Tracy's pussy. Tracy's hips rise off the bed. I feel my precum dripping from my dick. I am so turned on right now. For the next ten minutes, I watch Heather lick and finger Heather, her face coated with Tracy's juices. I imagine how turned on and horny Heather must be herself. Tracy's moans are flowing into my eardrums, keeping me aroused. Tracy's hips start grinding Heather's face faster and faster. Heather's fingers are pumping in and out of Heather's dripping wet pussy, giving her one orgasm after another until Tracy finally says, "Enough. I can't take anymore." Heather stops, slides off the bed, takes two steps toward me, climbs back onto the bed and straddles my lower stomach. She is just inches above my throbbing dick. She leans forward, puts a hand on each side of my head, then moves her head down and kisses me with her glazed lips. I aggressively kiss Heather and suck Tracy's juices off her lips. Tracy's juices taste great. Next, Heather sits back up, moves 180 degrees and straddles my upper stomach, with her back to me. I feel her wet hand wrap around my hard dick. She strokes me very slowly twice then stops. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." I plead to no avail. Heather leans forward and kisses the tip of my dick then moves back to the edge of the bed and cuddles up with Tracy. I wonder what is next and how long they plan on teasing me. I dare not ask or question them though, because they are in control of the situation and I am helpless. I close my eyes and listen to Tracy's heavy breathing. I hear commotion and open my eyes to see the girls moving around. Heather lays on her back, next to me, on the bed. I perk up, hoping this is a sign that they are ready to give me an orgasm. I am quickly dejected as Tracy climbs on top of Heather and begins kissing her. It was enough torture with them at the edge of the bed, but now I hear their kisses just inches from me. My head turned to the side, I watch Tracy slide down the bed and begin sucking on Heather's nipples. My dick grows harder then I can ever remember it being. I can hear the kisses as well as each breath that Heather takes. The short gasps of air, the week whining, the stunted deep breaths of air all fill my ears. It sounds as if she would be reacting to me, but I am not touching her. Tracy grabs my attention when she leans over and sucks on my nipple for a split second. The warmth and wetness of her lips make me moan. My body feels a jolt of pleasure shoot through all my nerves. She is such a tease. She smiles at me then returns to Heather's nipples. I watch Tracy slide further down Heather's body, stop to plant kisses on Heather's navel and continue down to her mound. Heather moans softly each time Tracy's lips touch her tanned skin. I think about the fact that Heather does not have any tan lines and wonder if she tans nude or fake bakes. My thought quickly disappears when I hear Heather moan into my ear as Tracy plants butterfly kisses all over Heather's mound and outer labia. My eyes roll toward Heather and notice that she has turned toward me. Her mouth is a mere inch from me. I can now feel her hot breath in my ear each time she exhales. Her moans float into my ear canal. Everything about this situation is bittersweet torture and pleasure mixed together. The feeling of her hot breath sends chills down my spine. Her moans make my dick twitch. I feel as if I am going to have an orgasm without being touched. "Holy shit!" Heather screams as Tracy's tongue presses against her clit. Heather's right hand grabs my inner thigh and holds on tight as Tracy pleases her pussy. I can now feel her body each time she shudders. I can feel her body rocking next to me. All of this is driving me crazy. Heather's reactions show that she was very horny and would not take long to have an orgasm. Tracy's hands are running softly up and down Heather's stomach as she licks and sucks Heather's pussy. The bed starts squeaking as it bounces up and down from Heather's hips which are thrusting up and down. Her high pitched moans are growing louder with each passing moment. My testicles are now starting to ache from the build up of come and no release. I can feel my dick pulsing with excitement. Heather moves her head another inch and sucks on my ear lobe between gasps of air and moans. I cannot take it anymore. I moan along with Heather. Tracy shocks me when she reaches over and quickly strokes the head of my rock hard dick while she continues to sucking onto Heather's clit. It does not take more than a couple seconds of her stroking me before I start shooting my come all over my chest. The room is filled with Heather and I's moans. I feel the bed shudder just as I am coming down from my strong orgasm. I feel Heather's hand clamp onto my thigh as orgasm wash over her. Tracy climbs up the bed and starts kissing me. I lick Heather's sweet juices off of Tracy's lips then suck her lips deep into my mouth. Tracy frees my hands as I am kissing her. I grab Tracy's head and hold her mouth firmly against me as I kiss her passionately. "Now it's time for the fun to begin." Tracy exclaims as she pulls her lips away from me and smiles. To be continued... Kindness Reaps Its Rewards I gathered my senses and pulled her up the bed until her head was on her pillow. I rolled on top of her and kissed her closed mouth several times before sliding down her body until my mouth was around her nipples. My right hand rubbed her shoulder while my left hand cupped her "B" sized breasts. They weren't big, but they were perky and beautiful. I took my time kissing her breasts and sucking on her nipples while kneading them with my hand for almost five minutes. Her moans encouraged me to continue. That is, until she put her hand on the top of my head and pushed down. Knowing what she wanted, I slid down her body, my hands following behind my head. My finger tips ran down her chest and over her toned stomach. I took hold of each side of her hips and kissed her trimmed mound. The musk smell of her body was intoxicating. I wanted to taste her so bad, yet allow this moment to last. As I was kissing her mound and the top of her full outer labia, I wondered if she was fully aware of who I was. There was no way she could still think I was Brandon could she? Her pussy lips were already spread, revealing the folds inside. I continued to kiss her pussy and inner thighs, tasting her juices. Her soft moans floated into the air. I focused on seeing what spots made her moan and gasp then frequented those areas. My hands clasp her hip bones as my tongue moved inside her wet, tasty lips. Her hips jerked; she let out a deep moan as the tip of my tongue slid up and down her inner slit. I could taste her flowing juices with regularity now. After three times of licking her inner slit, careful not to touch her clitoral hood yet, I lapped at the lower part of her insides. Her hips raised to meet my mouth. At the same time, she moaned deeper, "Ohhhhhh." "More, more!" she exclaimed. I slithered my tongue deeper inside her until my tongue was buried in her vaginal opening. "Yesss." she exclaimed. I replaced my tongue with my index finger and started sliding it in and out of her while my tongue moved up her pussy. I could not believe how tight her insides were, squeezing my finger. I could feel her inner walls gripping my finger, trying to milk it. My tongue rolled around her clitoral area twice before running the length of my tongue over her hood. Her hips bucked up while she squealed. I ran the length of my tongue over her clitoral hood a second time. This time, I could feel her swollen clit exposing itself. Heathers hips were swaying up and down with the rhythm of my finger. Her pulsing inner walls felt great against my wet finger. I ran my tongue down her pussy once more and started licking up her flowing juices. Her breathing was getting heavier and shorter; her moans were growing in strength. I knew she was moving close to an orgasm of her own. "Oh yesssss. Faster. Faster. Please go faster." she encouraged me. I started moving my finger inside her with more intensity. My mouth surrounded her clit. My tongue danced around her swollen clit as I sucked on the area. Her hips were thrusting in the air. I was doing my best to push her over the edge, but she had other ideas. Heather exclaimed, "I want the real thing." She reached down and pulled on my head. I used my hands to climb up her body. She lifted her legs high into the air. I put my weight on my hands as she slid her heels onto my shoulders. I pushed forward, sliding my dick over her slick clit and caused her to moan loudly. Missing my mark the first time, I adjusted my hips and placed the tip of my dick at her entrance. I pushed my hips forward and grunted loudly as I entered her sweet spot. Her vagina was so hot and tight. I slowly pushed inch by inch deeper into her clinching walls. She truly made me feel like I was in Heaven on Earth. I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. She used her hands to hold my head against her mouth. Her moans mixed with her kisses as I made love to her body. Increasing my speed, I pushed deep into her over and over. Her hips were thrusting toward me each time I lowered my hips. I could feel her hips gaining speed. Her inner walls were gripping me faster and harder. She pulled her mouth away from me, gasping for air and moaning loudly. I opened my eyes and looked at her face. Her facial expressions melted my heart. My eyes could not stop staring at her beautiful lips, cheeks and nose. The way her cheeks cringed when she moaned were burned into my memory. Her deep, long moans filled my ears. I pushed faster and harder as her body slapped against me. Heather moved her heals off my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling her body closer to me. My arms were going weak. I lowered my body on top of her. The feeling of her heaving chest against me was exciting. I was falling in love. I put my hands under her head and held her close to me as my hips smacked down, deep inside her. "Oh yes. Don't stop. Don't stop. Yessssssssss." she exclaimed. Our bodies were dancing in the dark. I could feel my sweat running down my glistening body. Our bodies slid on top of each other. My throbbing dick was pounding against her tight, milking walls. I could tell she was on the edge. My body was warn out, but I fought the urge to stop. "Holy shit. Oh fuck. I am cummmming. I am cummming." she moaned loudly. The bed squeaked as I slammed hard into her. Her body locked into the air, shuddering against me. I pulled out and stroked myself a few seconds before spilling another load onto her stomach. My body collapsed onto her. We gasp for air many seconds before sealing our night with a long, passionate kiss. "Thank you, Brian." Heather finally said, breaking the silence. "No, thank you so much. This was unbelievable." I thought we were done. I ran my hands up and down her slick ribs and took the opportunity to knead her breasts once more for a few seconds. Heather leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I want more." Without a moment to react, Heather rolled on top of me. She leaned back and stroked my soft dick until I grew hard again. She leaned forward and kissed the side of my neck, behind my ear, with her warm, wet lips. It didn't take me long to grow hard once more. Heather slid her hips down my stomach and straddled me. She started rolling her hips in circles. I reached up and held onto her breasts, rolling her hard nipples in my hand. She looked deep into my eyes, smiled quickly, then gave me a passion filled look of desire. She had me in a trance and I liked it. I rolled my hips with her body, thrusting up inside her. She knew how to move on top. Just when we were in rhythm, Heather would change her hip movements. She stopped rolling her hips and slid her legs underneath her body, into a kneeling positing. Her hips started bouncing up and down, pushing her wet pussy down onto my hard dick. The sound of our wet bodies slapping against each other filled the room. Having already had two orgasms, I knew it would take awhile for me to come again. My dick was a little desensitized. Her movements made me feel wonderful, but was not pushing me quickly towards an orgasm. I was happy to be able to enjoy the sensations. I reached down and did my best to massage her clit as she bounced up and down my pole. I tried to keep my eyes open, concentrating on the beautiful goddess in front of me. I watched her sweaty, glistening body bounce up and down. I could not believe I was seeing her sliding up and down my dick. Ready to change positions again, Heather leaned forward, repositioned her hips, and hugged onto me tightly. I started thrusting my hips up against her body, pushing me deep inside her. Her body matched my movements after a few seconds. Heather leaned down and kissed me deeply, then moved her head beside me. Her mouth was next to my ear. I could hear and feel her heavy breathing; it was such a turn on. "Make me come again." she whispered into my ear. "You feel amazing. Yes. Yes. Yes." I felt Heather's body start twitching again. Her inner walls clasp tightly against my throbbing dick. The orgasm lasted a few seconds. Her hips were slamming down against my body. I was feeling myself starting to prepare for an orgasm of my own. A minute later, Heather's body contorted as she was experiencing a series of orgasmic spams. I held her close as she moaned loudly into my ear. "Ohhhhh God. Yes. Yes. Yesss." For the next five minutes, I felt Heather's body experience a series of orgasms that were unbelievably strong. I was the proudest man on earth. Making my gorgeous cousin come over and over was even better than I had ever imagined. Her juices were gushing, coating my groin. I felt her roll to the side of the bed. Her arms fell lifelessly next to her. She was spent. I held her gorgeous body close to me as we fell asleep in bliss. I rolled over in the morning. The bright sunlight shone into my eyes. I rubbed the sleep away and opened my eyes. Heather was facing away from me on the other side of the bed. The covers were around her waist. She was wearing her black undershirt and breathing regularly. I looked down confused and surprised to find my boxers on my waist. My head was pounding. I put my hand on my forehead and closed my eyes, trying to put the pieces together. My body was sticky and felt nasty. I climbed out of the bed and went to the bathroom, my underwear was filled with dried semen. I did my best to clean them in the sink and wrapped a towel around my waist. When I returned, Heather had rolled over to her back. I watched her breasts slowly move up and down as she breathed. Her hair was a mess. I walked over to the kitchenette counter and started brewing a cup of coffee. I looked into the mirror and watched Heather reach up and stretch. She opened her eyes and sat up, rubbing her face. "Holy crap. I have the worst hangover." she said. Heather pushed the covers to the side and climbed out of bed, wearing her panties. She walked over to me with half-smile on her face and kissed me on the cheek. "Did you sleep okay?" I smiled. "Yes I did...and you?" "Like a dream. Thank you for taking care of me last night." I wondered to myself, was it all a dream? I wanted to check the bed for a wet-spot. A wet-spot would prove it wasn't all just a dream. Heather pulled the blanket up over the bed and sat down with a cup of coffee. I sipped on my cup of coffee on the other side of the bed. "Will you go take a shower first?" Heather asked. "Um, yeah. Sure." I replied. I sat my coffee down on the table and made my way into the bathroom. While I was in the shower, I heard a knock on the hotel room door. I finished showering, dried off and exited the bathroom with a towel around my waist. The house cleaning lady was finishing up cleaning. She had pulled the bed apart already and was putting new sheets on the bed. I cursed her in my head. The old sheets were bunched up into a ball at the edge of the bed. There was no way I could walk over and pull them apart to check for a wet-spot now. The house cleaning lady pulled the blanket up over the sheets, gathered the dirty sheets and walked out of the room. She brought new towels and walked away. Heather went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I sat in the chair and finished my coffee. I wondered if Heather locked the bathroom door. I walked over and slowly tried to turn the door knob. It was locked. Would I ever know if last night really happened or was it all a dream? Then again, did it really matter?