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My Wanton Cousins Ch. 01

By: jay.palin



For some reason I didn't see my female southern California cousins for a lot of years when I was an adolescent. During that time, though, I heard rumors of their wildness. During my teens I always thought that the lurid tales about their party girl behavior were due to Puritanical hysteria on my mother's part. I was twenty years old when I did, finally, see one of them as a young adult. Her name was Mimi. Her gorgeous, highly-sexed elder sister, Avy, had gotten married, hastened, no doubt, by the fact that she was pregnant. Mimi – two years my junior and just out of high school – was on a long vacation with her parents to the Pacific Northwest. I was a self-supporting college student, one of the extended family's two male cousins, with a shared apartment at the time. In the Summer of '66, after a long, convincing phone call from my mother, I went to my parents' place for what I expected to be a boring family dinner with my aunt and her family. 

"Derek! You're so big!" murmured my beautiful, now-grown, cousin Mimi in my ear as she embraced me. She pressed her lissome frame against my front as I embarrassedly tried to disengage from her grasp, since my aunt was waiting patiently for her hug. "And solid, too!" she cooed, looking up at me in a doe-like, feminine way but with a sultry glint in her green eyes, her hands lingering on my chest and shoulders. Her dimpled smile was broad – highlighted by wide, pink lips – and her flawless complexion beautifully tanned. Her light, shoulder-length hair was sun-bleached, and her body had grown from that of a skinny kid when I'd last seen her into that of a willowy temptress. She was finely-boned and exquisitely petite in a curvy way save for her high breasts that now captured my attention from underneath a dark-green, long-sleeved shirt with the tails tied below her B-cup bosom. Below her delectable midriff was an incredibly narrow, 22", waist that flared into delicious, slim hips. She turned away at something my mother said from the kitchen and from behind I could see through her thin, skin-tight white pants, which teasingly revealed a pair of taut buns in dark-colored bikini panties. My palms itched for their touch.

Though rarely at a loss for words, I mumbled something about how good she looked as well, then hugged my aunt hello, who made a comment about me being "all grown up" as she retreated to the kitchen to help my mother prepare dinner. I started to go out to the garage, assuming that my father and uncle would be sampling some of Dad's home brew, for which he was known. But cousin Mimi grabbed me by the arm and pressed one soft breast into me until I stopped. Awkwardly, I tried to pull away from her grasp, with my hand caressing the bare part of her midriff in back, just above the waist of her pants.

The silken touch of her skin was electric, causing a palpitation in my groin and a gasp that was uncharacteristic of me. She noticed my nervous reaction and a flicker of acknowledgement flashed in her eyes as she grabbed my hand, holding it firmly against the taut muscles paralleling her spine while she pressed her tummy into my groin. Embarrassed, I flopped into a chair, safe for the moment and away from her grasping. At that point Mimi opted for discretion, turning and gingerly placing her shapely ass on the nearest sofa – as if that part of her anatomy were made of fine china – while drawing her long, muscular legs up beside her. "So, what's new?" she asked, laconically. "Got lotsa' girlfriends?"

"Mmm-no. School and work keeps me pretty busy. I don't get out much."

"That's too bad. Better watch out or you'll end up like our parents," she said in a quiet tone so that our mothers wouldn't hear.

"There's little chance of that," I snickered. Like most 20-year-olds the thought of growing up to be like one's parents was something to avoid at all costs. At the same time, I didn't want to encourage Mimi too much. It was already fairly obvious that she was walking the same path as I'd heard several of my other girl cousins had trod, all eight of whom were flirtatious at best; at their worst they acted horny as hell. 

"Why don't we go out after dinner…see a movie or something?" she proposed, making a proverbial offer that I couldn't refuse. Even the most innocent things she said were accompanied by gestures seemingly designed to capture and seduce the male eye...a nibble at a fingernail or a scratch at an itchy spot on the arch of one of her bare feet. 

"Okay," I said, trying to act unfazed. "I've got only one class this Summer and I don't have to be at work 'til ten o'clock tomorrow." I wondered, though, how I would handle her when we were alone together. 

At that moment my mother stuck her head in the living room from the kitchen and asked me to announce to my father and uncle that dinner would be ready in ten minutes. I rose to summon them and Mimi got up too, walking toward me. Stopping when her breasts touched me, she looked up, murmuring, "I'll check the papers to see what's playing." Her breath smelled like that of an angel.

While in the garage I was persuaded to try some of my uncle's moonshine whiskey, which the three of us chased with gulps of Dad's home brew, to the point where the two of them were feeling no pain, apparently having been drinking for a couple of hours. Finally the door flew open and Mimi stuck her head out, calling humorously, "C'mon, you drunks. Dinner's been ready for fifteen minutes and it's getting cold!"

Dad and my uncle led the exodus upstairs and I followed, with Mimi bringing up the rear. As I walked out of the garage, my lusty little cousin's hands were all over me. First she grabbed my thighs, then my butt, then she goosed me. I started giggling and couldn't stop, until the stern face of my mother quieted me down. Of course, my feelings of guilt were unfounded. She was far more upset with my father's tipsy shenanigans than with whatever I was doing. 

I don't remember much from dinner, except that Dad and my uncle kept us in stitches with their off-color humor. I sat at the opposite end of the long table from Dad and Mimi was on my right, running her bare toes up and down inside my pant leg. After dessert she excused herself and disappeared in the bathroom, while I relaxed with the newspaper's movie section away from the elders.

A few minutes later she emerged, walked to me behind my chair, and leaned over. "Ready to go?" she whispered to me, sticking her tongue in my ear and licking it deeply. "That's the one I want to see," she said, pointing to an ad for a film that I'd seen. I quickly turned toward her, still holding the newspaper in front of me to shield us from our parents while wiping her saliva from my ear. She looked down at me sweetly and slowly passed her wet fingers under my nose, coating my upper lip with what was obviously a thick, musky discharge from her pussy. Her beaming smile spoke a thousand words as I got out of the chair, stifling a growing hard-on. I knew then that it was going to be a long evening.

In the car, Mimi started out on the passenger end of the seat. Two blocks from the house she was beside me, her thigh glued to mine, with her left hand running from my knee to my groin. "You know…I'm flattered," I ventured, unsure of how to proceed. "I mean…turning me on like that."

"Why shouldn't I, Derek? I've been hot for you since I was little, an' Avy always got the bulk of your attention. Now I'm big enough to do something about it."

"But that's…incestuous", I mumbled, remembering how her elder sister, Avy, had tried everything she could to get me into bed. "And, by the way, I've seen the film you want to see." 

"So? I've seen it too. I needed to tell the folks something. Why don't you show me your apartment instead?"

"My roommate might be there," I said, now aware of her obvious sexual intent. He wasn't home, but I was still being fearfully cautious.

"Do you have a door on your bedroom?" 

"Of course," I responded.

"Well then, let's go! We haven't got all night!"

As things turned out, I wish we had. But Mimi, being as horny as she was, wasn't one to waste time. Inside the apartment she swept through the kitchen and living room and found my bedroom with no assistance. Following her in, she slammed the door behind us and threw herself at me in a full-body clinch. Both arms went around my neck and she mashed her mouth against mine, moaning in her throat as her tongue probed at my tonsils. I immediately lost my earlier shyness – responding almost playfully – but she was serious, hyperventilating as my arms encircled her. I slid them down her bare midriff in back, sticking my hands in the tops of her pants, then worked them forward to cup her breasts. She must have removed her bra after dinner because her firm tits filled my palms, offering up their stiff, corky nipples as tempting delights to toy with. 

It took no time for me to become fully erect, and the bulge in my jeans pressed urgently against her prominent, hot vulva as I lifted her to her tiptoes. I moved my hands downward from her breasts and felt her two hipbones bordering a flat belly that was as taut as a drumhead. As I did so she stripped me of my shirt, buttons popping as she went, then mewled admiringly as my upper torso met her lusty gaze. She tossed her shirt as well and her tits popped forth and upward in defiance of gravity as their pert fullness rubbed against my light chest hair, motivating another deep, moaning, open-mouth kiss. 

Breaking to take a breath, she fumbled with my belt, murmuring, "Hurry!" then finally undid it, unbuttoning my jeans as my fingers plucked at the zipper to pull hers down. Like her bra, I noticed that she'd removed her bikini underwear after dinner as I peeled the tight white pants down her thighs and she fell back on the bed with her legs up. While I stripped the garment from her tanned limbs – a swift movement since she wore no shoes – my eyes were riveted on her carefully-trimmed pink pussy, already moist from excitement. Moments later I'd pulled off my shoes and pants and joined her on the bed, with both of us gasping in anticipation.

We embraced full length, with me lying between her legs, her head thrown back in a closed-eyed, beatific smile while both of her hands stroked my cock and balls lovingly as if they were a small animal, and rubbed my swollen glans up and down between the petals of her gooey slit. She whimpered in her throat as I made contact with her clit, and her vagina leaked a thick, off-white cream onto my rampant prick. I spread her legs outward and upward, determined to plunge to the hilt into her, and pushed harshly at her opening. She jerked and uttered a quiet "Oww," and pled that I wait. "I'm so small…an' you're so…big," she whispered. "Derek, baby…make me cum a little…then come…all the way…inside, okay?"

I hesitated, instead opting to nibble at her nipples while she rubbed my cock head ever faster against her clit. "Better?" I asked in a whisper. 

"Ooooohhh…yeeeaaah…" she keened. "It's good…so good. Mmmmnnn, ahhh…ahhh…aahh, aahh, aaaah," she mewled with increasing passion. 

I rose to my knees, twiddling her erect nipples with my fingers, and looked down at her heavily-lidded smile as she gazed up at me while working on herself with my prong. She began moaning loudly as I glanced between her legs at our junction. Her large clitoris had emerged from under its hood, the size of a pea, and had a point on it, which she was vigorously rubbing with my dick. In a moment I became so stimulated that I was afraid I might cum and blow my wad all over her before ever getting inside, so I gasped, "Ready, Mimi?" 

"No, baby…uuhhh…oohh…yeah…yeah…oh, now!" she cried, "now!…now!...oh, now, Derek!" as I thrust my hips fully forward into the slick heat of her pussy and she began writhing underneath me and clawing at my shoulders as the earth started moving for her. 

I was stunned, surprised, and – thankfully – energized to complete what we'd started. I pushed her legs wide open, holding them with my arms at her knee joints, and drilled into her a couple of inches until she clamped down so hard I could go no further. Her vagina spasmed open in a second and I drove in a couple of more inches until once again she seized my prick in a vice-like grip. This happened twice more until finally I was securely embedded deeply inside her, with all of my eight inches filling her birth canal that alternately gripped me and released me in a rapid, bestial rhythm. She screamed my name non-stop, now digging her heels into the mattress and flinging her cunt up at me until my pelvic bone felt bruised. Finally, I just thrust into her until I bottomed out at her cervix and hung on, waiting for her seizures to stop. At the end, she shuddered and moaned for a full minute while stroking the back of my head and neck as her vagina fluttered to a standstill around my pulsing cock. I was sweating profusely onto her, disbelieving the intensity of her orgasm, and she licked my face lovingly while making little mmmnnn sounds in her throat. We lay there, eventually catching our breath, and I sputtered an incoherent, "Wow!"

She countered in her salacious way by whispering breathily, "That was unbelievable for our first fuck, baby. I can't wait for round two."

Neither could I. Surprisingly, I hadn't cum…and I was out of my mind with excitement. With a flick of her hips Mimi separated and sat up to sit cross-legged in front of me, leaving my stiff, sticky cock to wave in the wind…but only for a second. In a flash she'd grabbed my staff and leaned over, easing it ever-so-slowly between her lips and onto her tongue. Turning her face upward, her gorgeous green eyes surveyed me and, with a half-smile she mumbled something with her mouth full. I asked what she said and she pulled my cock from her mouth, licking sensuously around the coronal ridge to clean it of her cream as she gasped, "I said, 'do you like to eat pussy?'"

Snorting, I quickly pushed her down on her side and rolled my head between her legs, licking the thick discharge from inside her upper thighs as she spread them apart. Seconds passed as I sucked at her pubic bush to clean it of the smelly substance, then I bore between her tight labia to lick her insides, causing her to mewl as she took my probe deeper into her throat. I rolled onto my back, clutching her narrow hips tightly to me in a classic "69," and speared her with my tongue until her inner muscles stopped me. As before, it was difficult to pierce her snug vagina, even with my slippery tongue. So, as before, I concentrated on her clitoris, first by laving it with the flat of my tongue, then by flicking at it with the tip, then back to slurping at it until she was moaning uncontrollably while throating me.

The next frenzied moment Mimi began rolling her mound against my chin to enhance pressure on her clit. In response, I grabbed her tight, trembling butt cheeks – one in each hand – and pulled them apart slightly, which further opened her pink pussy to me. Very gently, I inserted a finger on each hand in her opening and burrowed into her as deeply as I could behind her pelvic bone until I felt the roughness of her G spot on the underside of my tongue. Her whole butt leapt upward at the contact, accompanied by a muffled cry of surprise, and a slurry of her thick juice oozed out into my mouth. I swallowed eagerly, taking a moment to lick upward at her pulsing tan rectum, which was spasming in time with her moans, and resumed my ministrations until she was bouncing on and off my face and yelping like an injured puppy.

Her climax was monumental. She froze, pulling off my cock while raising her head and shoulders upward and yelled, "Fuuuuuuuuck! Aawwwggghhh…yeeaahhh! Yeah…awwgh, fuck me, Derek…pl…" as she scrambled downward toward my ankles so that I could enter her in the reverse cowgirl position. I grabbed one of her hips as she reached my groin and pulled her back onto my cock which I was pointing at her cunt with my other hand. Once inside I grabbed her other hip and roughly yanked her onto my rigid rod which, this time, pushed deeply into her tight though yielding inner cavern. "Ahh, Gawwd!" she yelled, and bent her head back to look sightlessly at the ceiling. "Fuck me!" she barked almost angrily as she threw her head forward and jammed her saddle back at me as more of her thick cream leached out from around my invasive prick. For the next two minutes she came, screaming through a long, rippling orgasm as I punished her tender teenage tissues. 

Her beautiful back was what caused me to cum. A perfect, long, lightly-muscled "V," flaring into tan buns with a narrow, white bikini line across her butt, and two gluteal dimples, was more beauty than I could handle at that moment. The semen boiled for just a moment in my balls and then raced headlong up my cock and into her sopping, molten vagina, splashing against her cervix then into her fertile womb until I thought I couldn't cum anymore. My hips repeatedly rose off the mattress in the futile hope of squirting my load deeper into her, and she whimpered with each scalding shot. Finally, at the end of my ecstasy, her gorgeous face turned sideways and she bore a devilish, self-satisfied smile that I'll always remember. That moment, I now realize, was the pivotal beginning of a sexual relationship that has lasted all of our lives.

"Sweet cousin Derek," Mimi cooed as we cuddled with her head on my shoulder during our sweaty afterglow. "You know, of course, that that's the first time I've cum with a man. Mmmm, it's just the beginning. I wanna be lovers forever."

I couldn't believe her, and was brusque in my riposte. "Don't be naïve, Mimi, we're both young and don't know where – or with whom – we'll be in even a year."

"So? We'll both have other lovers, and we'll eventually get married just like everybody else, but what about something long-term?" she murmured sexily as she nuzzled my jaw and softly stroked my flaccid cock to life. 

"'Cause you'll be gone in a few days and – if things are like the past ten years – we won't even see each other. Why do you want me, of all people?"

"'Cuz I've always loved you…you're so sexy it hurts me to look at you…and because it's so wrong! Aren't you turned on 'cuz we're cousins and our fucking is so wrong?" she asked. 

"What if you get pregnant?" I asked.

"Derek! I'm on the pill! And I've thought of a way to stay with your folks and let mine go on to Seattle for a month like they planned. I've already talked about it with Mom and your mother."

"Well…". I tried to punch holes in her idea. "I work, ya know, and need to study. Besides, I've got a roommate."

"I'll let you work an' study, and your roommate doesn't have to know I'm your cousin." Then she gave me that devilish smile and slid down my front to place her chin between my legs. She kissed my dick and took each of my balls in her mouth, bathing them gently in her hot saliva. My cock was stiffening and she said, "I'm not gonna tell him. Are you?" she asked, feigning innocence as she dropped her head between my legs so that all I could see of her face over my package were her beautiful green eyes framed by her sun-streaked dark blond hair. "Hmmm?" she asked again as she sucked the goo from the base of my rising prick. "O' course you won't," she murmured, then dropped her head and took small licks at my perineum, something that no one had ever done before.

I groaned loudly and tried to twist away from her wicked tongue, but she stayed with me, lapping at my taint with the feathery touch of a hummingbird's wings. After a half-minute I'd reached sensory overload and was whimpering "Mimi…Mimi…Mimi…" as I twisted and turned under her. "Please, Mimi…" I pled. Of course, the last thing I wanted was for her to stop.


My Wanton Cousins Ch. 01



"Hmmm?" she asked again, smacking her lips and scooting up a bit to face my pulsing cock while she cleared her palate. Both of her hands clasped it and jacked it from base to tip, then she dropped her mouth over me, hardly stopping until her lips reached my pubic bush. "Ghlllk…ghlllk, ghlllk, ghlllk," she went as my swollen crown passed into her throat and the saliva poured out over her hand. She repeated this gagging sound along with groaning for breath as her tempo increased. As I writhed from pleasure, she took a brief recess, gasping for breath as she jacked me until I thought I'd explode, uttering, "I just love getting you excited like this!" Then she returned to her pleasurable task.

"Ah, Gawd! Gawd! Mimi, you're gonna…I'm gonna…" I could make no sense at that moment. I only wanted release.

"I know…baby. Cum! Cum in…my mouth!" She squeezed out the words in brief breaks between deep throatings. "C'mon, hon…cum in…my hot mouth. Dontcha just…love my wet mouth?" she asked, teasingly. "On my face…sweetie. Cum all…over me," she added for good measure. 

So I did. She hollowed her cheeks and sank her lips to my scrotum a dozen times. I grunted like a pig, raising my hips off the bed, and fired two or three shots into her sucking mouth until she pulled off to hold my pulsing cock just under her lower lip. Holding my spasming balls at the base of her neck, she then pointed my spewing prick across her cheeks like a hose, criss-crossing her lovely features with strings of pale white semen. As my copious flow ceased, she opened her mouth for me to see the load that was dammed behind her lower teeth, which she then swallowed with a gulp. 

"Jeezus," I gasped, momentarily exhausted. I must have looked astonished because she giggled. 

"Clean me up, would ya honey? Lemme lick it off your fingers," she requested. I scooped the spunk off her face with several strokes and with each pass she slurped it off my fingers hungrily. Then she remarked on my look of disbelief. "Whatsamatter? You taste delicious!" 

"It's just that I've never seen anyone enjoy it so much," I mumbled.

"Well, I've had some practice," she said, secretively. She looked at me in silence and I got the feeling she was about to tell me about it, but she didn't. Instead, she suggested she take a shower – alone, so she wouldn't get her hair wet – and that I take her back to my parents' place.

"How're you gonna sell the idea of staying at my folks while your parents are on vacation?" I asked while she was drying off from the shower. 

"By keeping house for your mom," Mimi responded. "There are just the two of them in that great big house…and it's a mess, Derek. Hasn't really been cleaned in years, and my mom's told her about it. I can do that while you're at work or in class, and – if you'll let me drive your car – I'll pick you up and we can…you know…see each other. Everybody wins! I wouldn't be surprised if, at the end of a month, I'll be your mom's favorite niece!"

"Doesn't sound like much fun for you," I ventured, though I truly admired her for her scheming ability.

"Just let me be the judge of that," she said softly, leaning up on tiptoe to kiss me.

On the way back in the car I asked, "How long will your folks be here?"

"One more day," she murmured while stroking my crotch. "Will I see you tomorrow?"

"No. Gotta work," I said.

"Nnnn…shit!" she cursed angrily. I could almost hear the wheels turning in her brain. "Pull over up here would ya…right in there under those trees where it's dark. We've gotta talk."

I pulled off the road into the woodsy spot and switched off the engine and lights. "I should get you home soon. Don't want the folks to be concerned."

"Mine won't worry. When I go out I'm gone half the night," she bragged, as she continued rubbing my cock through my jeans. "Now listen…I know you like it when I go down on you, 'cuz I was trained by an older guy. But he was afraid of getting me pregnant so we didn't fuck. As long as I love and trust you, you can teach me how to do that. Okay?"

"I'm curious, Mimi, what kind of older guy would teach you to suck cock and not go to bed with you? Sounds kinda selfish to me."

"I baby sat for him and his wife," she confessed. "She hated oral sex so every time he'd drive me home he'd give me another lesson. That's before I got on the pill, by-the-way, so he was just being careful."

"So who popped your cherry?" I asked, crudely.

"I did," she replied…"with a dildo I got from Avy."

"You mean I was the first…" I asked, disbelieving what I was hearing. By this time Mimi had unbuttoned my jeans and fished my dick out from inside.

"Oh, no, Derek. The guy next door – Zeke – and I did it for a coupla months. When Mom told me we were coming up to see your folks, I wanted to be all ready for you," she said as her soft hand made me rigid. "Zeke's too young, though, an' cums too quick."

"So now I'm gonna be your fucking teacher, is that it?"

"Yeah…but don't forget that I love you, too. Always have and always will. If we weren't cousins I'd marry you and have a dozen of your babies," she said as she licked lightly at the end of my prick. "But that's just fantasy…at least I'll always be yours to fuck when you see me."

I marveled at the perverted logic she was using, yet at the same time – as her extraordinary mouth slowly engulfed me – I silently thanked the man in southern California for whom she'd baby sat.

* * * * * * 

The next month passed much too quickly for my taste. Mimi's plan worked beautifully as we saw one another each day, or evening, for extended periods of time, most of it spent in bed. By the time her folks returned from Seattle on their way home, she was well-practiced in matters of the flesh and I was sorry to see her go. She'd also recruited me as a willing, primary player in a wicked, lifelong, incestuous subterfuge. 

A year passed and our only contact was by phone and an occasional letter. One day I got a call from her saying she would be visiting with a "special guy" who was interviewing for a job in San Francisco. That meant that she was considering marriage, so I was curious to meet him. 

His name was Jerry, and I invited them to spend the night in my apartment's second bedroom, since I no longer had a roommate. He was a good-looking guy, about my age, who at first appeared very serious. It was only later in the evening that I discovered that he carried a simmering anger which erupted into downright nastiness, especially to Mimi, who seemed intimidated by his behavior. 

I'd taken the following day off from work – though I hadn't told them I'd done so – and I was prepared to sit up and talk late with my cousin while Jerry turned in early for his long interview in the city the next afternoon. But he wouldn't hear of it. We'd just gotten started yakking when he emerged from the bedroom and growled at her to come to bed. At first I thought that perhaps he wanted to engage in a little sex with her, but all was quiet in their room after she joined him. 

I didn't think much about it 'til the next morning at the breakfast table. While Mimi and I jabbered on, Jerry read the newspaper, essentially ignoring us. She'd joined me in the kitchen wearing a silky, red and green Asian robe, the bottom of which ended at the middle of her tanned thighs and wrapped her tight round butt beautifully. In talking with her I found it difficult to look her in the eye, since her erect nipples made succulent, teasing little bumps in front at her breast line. Finally, Jerry folded the paper in obvious disgust and spat, "Jeezus, Mimi, cantcha talk about something besides family gossip? An' why dontcha go put some clothes on? An' some shoes, fer Chrissake! You're not at the beach any more!"

Mimi was silent as she left to dress, returning in a few minutes in a short, sleeveless cotton sheath and sandals. Jerry handed her a dress shirt and said, "Touch this up for me, wouldja?" and I got out my iron and ironing board for her to use. When she was finished ironing she looked at me, her green eyes full of sadness. I winked, which she acknowledged with a wan smile. Soon Jerry was dressed in a suit, gave her a peck on the cheek at the door, and was off for his interview, after promising to see us at the end of the day. 

I put away the ironing board as Mimi cleared the dishes and started washing them in the sink. She'd kicked off her sandals when Jerry had left, and now stood silently with her shapely back to me, slowly sponging off our cereal bowls. She didn't say a word, and appeared deep in thought.

"Kinda keyed up this morning, wasn't he?" I said, trying to break the silence. "Was he pissed off that you didn't have sex last night?"

She stopped her dishwashing and stood looking out the kitchen window. "No. I knew you'd be listening outside our door. He didn't wanna fuck 'cuz I make so much noise. I told him it wouldn't bother you but obviously didn't say why. Then I thought of you, sleeping all alone in your bed. I couldn't even finger myself 'cuz I was afraid of waking him."

"Must be stressed over his interview," I guessed, groping for an explanation. I didn't want to respond to her remark about my listening.

"Not really. He knows you and I are close and he wanted to make it clear…to you…that he's my boss," she said softly, ending her statement in a choked whisper.

That did it. I hated that her boyfriend had made my happy, loving cousin feel so wretched. I stepped toward her and wrapped my arms familiarly around her willowy body, crossing my hands over her flat tummy, as she laid her head back on my shoulder. But slowly my desire to comfort her took on lustful proportions. I nuzzled the nape of her neck and slid my lips down to her jaw, sniffing at her warm, morning bedroom smell, and licked her clavicle as she shivered excitedly. She gasped, giving a small whimper, as I lowered my hands and caressed her vulva through her dress. "Mmmm?" I inquired in my throat.

"Oh, Gawd, Derek…" she murmured in a low, sexy tone. "I've missed you so much."

I was already half-erect when I began unbuttoning the front of her dress at her waist. She pushed her butt back against my growing stiffness and dropped the dish she was holding into the sink, grabbing a dish towel to dry her hands. When my fingers invaded her open dress front to stroke her hot vulva she whimpered and spread her legs slightly to grant me more access. One of her arms snaked back behind my neck and pulled my face down to hers over her shoulder. Her eyes were closed and she bore her trademarked sensuous smile as she parted her lips for a deep, tongue-lashing kiss. My tongue slipped into her mouth at the same time that two of my fingers slid up the tight slit between her legs, mining from it the rich goo that she always exuded. By the time she was facing me and locked into my arms, I'd unbuttoned the entire front of her dress and she was shrugging out of it, unburdened by any underwear. 

Another kiss and she was wrestling to undo my belt and pants while I filled my horny hands with her firm breasts. In a frenzy now, she made whining sounds as she dropped my jeans and pulled up my polo shirt, wrestling with it until I helped her peel it off. She made a mewling sound for a second as she stroked my upper torso for the first time in a year, then looked to her left where my kitchen counter turned into an "L". Sliding her butt into its intersection, she pulled me gently between her legs and began jacking my prick rapidly. "Wanta go to bed, Mimi?" I asked, stupidly.

"Gawd no!" she gasped, trembling with excitement. "I can't wait. I need you right here!" she exclaimed, as she raised herself on her arms to sit on the cold tile sinkboard. I stepped between her knees and played my cock over her clit while her moans grew louder, knowing how much she liked it. But apparently she'd outgrown that bit of foreplay, since she quickly pushed herself off the tile and onto my near-vertical dick, shuddering "O-o-o-o-o-o-o," as her hot, pulsating vaginal sleeve slowly enveloped me. 

Tight as ever, she raised herself off of me while clutching at my cock with her inner muscles, then lowered herself again, this time encircling my buttocks with her legs. I responded by spreading my thighs and embracing her under her bottom as she wound her arms around my neck, giving us enough support to balance her with her butt in the kitchen counter's corner while I took deep upward plunges into her. Our rhythm grew faster as we fucked, and we groaned at one another as our tongues jockeyed for position in each other's mouths. She'd stopped merely oozing cream from her cunt; liquid was now dribbling out of her and down my balls to spatter in droplets on the vinyl floor. The sound of my drilling into her made squishy noises, unbelievably sensuous, which only increased our feral appetites. 

"Jeezus, Mimi…you feel so good," I gasped while rutting up into her.

"Oh, baby…you're the best! It's been so long! Yeah! Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah," she muttered nonsensically as she bounced up and down on my steely prong, her quivering cunt alive with pre-orgasmic spasms. And as I passed my fingers along each of her labia to gather more of her copious juices, she groaned and locked her lips to mine to grunt through the first of her several climaxes. As her first one gained in intensity, I wormed my index finger into her rectum, which she acknowledged with a pleasured yelp, then threw her head back and screamed at the ceiling with a look of carnal insanity. I followed the first with my middle finger, pushing them both into her colon up to the second knuckle, and she screamed a second time, "Don't stop! Derek, I'll die if you stop!"

I didn't. Mimi's first orgasm was followed by a second, then a third, both brought on by my holding her legs off the floor and taking her in the doggy position as she leaned over the sink. Her tight, nut-brown buttocks quivered endlessly as I gored her tight pink pussy at their base. It was nearly noon when we took a break. I told her that I wasn't going to work and she was so pleased with the news that she dragged me to my bedroom and we continued our sexual marathon. It was mid-afternoon when she did finally wring the last climax out of me, a blistering release that left us both exhausted from our strenuous coupling. With each final plunge of my hips as I pumped spunk into her clasping vagina, her heels pulled at my buttocks in a sympathetic response, seemingly trying to draw my body completely inside hers. Later she explained it by saying, "I get so crazy when we're makin' love. When you cum in me I wanna make a baby, an' in my head that's what I feel I'm doing." Her statement sobered me a little. 

When Jerry came in that evening he was full of news about his interview. Mimi and I had taken a long shower after spending much of the day in bed, then I'd helped her rub moisturizing lotion all over her naked body. She let me take care of the cracks and crevices of her torso, especially between her buttocks, and her breasts. She ended up looking radiant, almost glowing, after yet another orgasm due to my probing fingers. She'd freshly done her hair and make-up, and put on a dynamite, figure-hugging skirt and blouse, plus high heels that made me want to drool all over her legs. But Jerry hardly noticed. Instead, he'd bought a liter of light rum and some coke and started drinking just after he arrived. While I fixed my specialty for dinner, a three-meat lasagna with vegetables on the side, Mimi's boyfriend polished off four drinks to my one, while she didn't drink at all. 

Dinner conversation degenerated from stories about Jerry's day to the sort of boring verbal repetition that drunks display when they're obsessed with themselves. After the meal Mimi washed the dishes while I dried and put them away and Jerry drank more, becoming increasingly sloppy. Though I was sure I'd miss my cousin when they drove back to Los Angeles the following day, toward the end of the evening I'd had more than enough of her boyfriend. 

We relaxed and listened to music until Jerry nodded off, nearly pouring his drink into his lap. Soon he got up and weaved into their bedroom. Mimi followed after a minute, then emerged to say that he'd passed out on the bed. I went to help her move him so she could claim some space on the mattress but we were met by drunken groans and curses. She and I then decided to turn in and hugged each other goodnight briefly before I went to my bed. On the way I left a light on in the living room so Jerry could navigate to the bathroom in case he got sick.

Sleep came easily, but not for very long. I awoke with a start and there was Mimi, leaning against the door frame with her arms folded and looking dreamily down at me. She was wearing her short, silk, Asian robe and one leg had parted it so that I could see nearly to her crotch. "What is it, sweetheart?" I whispered. The answer seemed obvious as I lay there. Jerry was raising the roof with his drunken snoring from the other bedroom and she felt lonely.

"I couldn't sleep with him making all that noise," she whispered back, then knelt beside my bed. "Can we talk for a while?" she asked quietly, her head on her arms which were crossed on my bed and her lovely eyes almost burning holes in the near-darkness. Jerry continued his snoring.

"Sure. What is it?" I sleep naked, so I wasn't about to get up with her boyfriend in the other bedroom.

"I'm really sorry we imposed on you like this," she apologized, absently plucking at my blanket.

"Well I'm not. After the day you and I had today? I can't remember the last time I…".

"I'm not going to marry him, Derek," she interrupted. "I don't know what I was thinking."

"If you want my opinion, which you didn't ask for, I don't think he's any good for you, honey," I admitted. "You're only nineteen. There's lots of time to shop around." 

"No there's not. I love you so much that it's made me crazy. I need to get married and have some babies to take care of…before I get careless and have one with you," she said in a stage whisper. At that moment Jerry stopped snoring with a snort and mumbled something loudly. Mimi froze, craned her neck past the door frame and looked at the open door of their room. In doing so she put her hand on my stomach in an unconscious effort to keep me from speaking. When the snoring resumed she relaxed and started to say something else. Then she noticed her hand, and began moving it slowly back and forth, softly caressing my torso from chest to navel.

"You'll find some happy-go-lucky guy who's terrific in bed and also responsible, who'll make a great father for your kids and a nice cousin for me," I whispered, turning toward her on my side. Her hand continued its roaming and under the covers my cock started to come to life. 

"No one will ever turn me on the way you do," she whispered back. "Gawd, I wish we could get pregnant!" she exclaimed, insanely, beginning to slide her fingers under the sheet toward my groin. 

I answered her by reaching down her nearly-open robe and stroking her breasts, one tit at a time. She craned her neck back and lifted her face to the ceiling with a squeak, smiling her patented grin of pleasure and sliding her soft hand up and down my meat. From the other room came the uninterrupted cacophony of Jerry's drunken snoring. I felt guilty for about two seconds at the thought of screwing his girlfriend while he slept. But she was my cousin, and when Mimi had finished pulling back the bedcovers and knee-walking over my legs to straddle me and insert my prick into her slick, red-hot mouth, any reservations vanished. She was soundless, save for the slick, lapping sounds of oral love she was making with my rod. Five minutes later I'd pumped a creamy load into her gullet and we reluctantly parted, with her using a spare blanket to sleep on the living room sofa. 




My Wanton Cousins Ch. 01



It was another year before Mimi and I again saw one another. I'd graduated from college, it was 1969, and I'd gotten my draft notice into the Army. My social life was very active in that I was sleeping recklessly with five different women, one of whom I'd knocked up. They included a dress shop owner, a nursing student, a divorced mother of two children, and two hot, late-teen, bimbos whose brains lay between their legs, much as mine did. But when Mimi called and insisted that she fly north before my induction, I relented. In those Vietnam-era years, she was convinced she'd never see me again, and our passion seemed to underscore that fear. In the days and nights before I put on a uniform, we did little else but fuck.

To be continued… .

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My Wanton Cousins Ch. 02



Over twenty years have passed since Chapter 01, when Derek and his cousin Mimi first began their incestuous affair.  

I managed to survive Vietnam, and collect a bushel of letters and pictures from my cousin, Mimi, who wrote me at least once a week. While I was in the Army she'd responded to the call of matrimony, a rather dispassionate choice according to her. By the time I spoke with her on the phone three years later she'd had two baby daughters, and had moved to the Midwest to the rural home of her husband's family. I was about to be married as well – a usual practice for ex-GIs – so I assumed that our pre-Vietnam practice of engaging in sneaky incestuous sex was over. Little was heard from my cousin after that except for a few love letters. In the pictures that she sent, though, she only seemed to get more beautiful as she got older. 

A generation of years passed and Mimi's daughters grew up and married. My own marriage had ended disastrously and, though I was close to my daughter, I'd grown estranged from my extended family except for talking with a couple of cousins. I'd sold my business, started another one from what was left over from my rapacious former wife, and bought my parents' home from my mother. My father had died years before and she'd moved to California's north country, closer to her aging sisters, Mimi's mom being one of them. 

In the early nineties Mimi and her husband moved back to California from the Midwest, settling in a small town twenty miles away from me. She'd landed a job as a human resources person for a government-funded project and he was an engineering contractor. She called out of the blue one day and sounded rather stilted and reserved on the phone. 

"I need to get a passport and don't know my way around the city. Would you mind helping me out?" she asked. 

"Sure. I know where the passport office is. Maybe we could have lunch and catch up on family news. When do you want to do it?" I was secretly hoping that it would be soon.

She hesitated, then suggested, "Uuh…how 'bout tomorrow?"

"Wow, you're in a hurry," I laughed. "Okay. You remember where my mom's old place is? That's where I live now. I'll meet you here tomorrow morning." 

"I know where you live, Derek," she muttered nervously under her breath. "Seven-thirty tomorrow morning, okay?" An awkward silence followed. "I, uuh…I can hardly wait to see you!" she said, and signed off.

Seven-thirty is awfully early to go for a passport, I thought to myself. Yet the next day I was up by 5:30, unable to sleep any longer, and ready to go by seven on a blustery sunny morning. Old sexual memories returned, and I felt pangs of nervous tension as I waited for Mimi.

I stood at a second-floor vantage point overlooking my long driveway as she drove up in a dusty blue Volvo and parked. She got out and, for some reason, leaned over to lock the car door. As she did, a strong gust of wind suddenly whipped her thin wraparound skirt open and up, showing one shapely leg to its upper thigh. Though her limb wasn't as deeply-tanned as it had been when she was a teen, it was far more muscular now and – for a brief instant – the sight of her more mature physique brought back exciting sexual memories. 

While on my way to the front door, I reflected on her new image. She'd cut her hair so that it was short and curled naturally. Her posture was good, as always, and her shoulders athletically square. I hadn't been able to see the outline of her breasts, though, under the smart, sheepskin, peasant's jacket she wore. In those few seconds, I began to fantasize about what she looked like nude – now that she was over forty – and my pulse rate quickened.  

When the door opened we both stood there, awkwardly, looking at each other, unsure of what to do or say. Then I enveloped her in a crushing bear hug, causing her to moan. "Ooohh, Gawd, you feel so gooood!" she whispered with her mouth close to my ear, then she kissed my neck, sucking at it as if she wanted to leave a hickey. "And smell…an' taste…just the same, but Jeezus, you've gotten even better looking!"

"C'mon, Mimi, I'm middle-aged! Guys only looks distinguished in their forties!" I was pleased that she approved of my appearance, yet I still felt as awkward as a schoolboy.

"And still modest to a fault," she murmured as she put her arm around my waist and we walked into the living room, once again to embrace and give one another a stiff though tender kiss, causing an electric thrill to run to my groin. 

She pulled back to scan my face with concern, brushing a loving finger against my cheek. "Are you all right, honey?" she asked. "Did that bitch hurt you?" she continued, speaking of my former wife. "I wanted to kill her when I heard about your divorce. I always hated her…with her nose in the air. You know that, dontcha?"

"I'm doing great!" I expressed with bravado, and changed the subject. "How 'bout some coffee, out on the patio? It's a little early to drive into the city," I said breathlessly.

"Okay," she shrugged, following me into the kitchen. "Mmmmnn, you've put on some weight, huh," she said.

"Yeah, I'm up to 220, now," I said, somewhat apologetically.

"I mean, it looks good! You look…mmm, powerful! I've never seen you in a designer suit before, or with a mustache," she exclaimed, fanning herself in an exaggerated, comical way.

"Well thanks. Looks like you've added some curves!"

"You like?" she asked, putting down her canvas carryall bag, throwing off her jacket, and doing a pirouette on her high heels for my benefit. She was still slim, but had added fullness to her breasts, I noticed, under her long-sleeved, tailored, burgundy top. Her bottom had also gotten more round, though she'd kept her flat tummy. My eyes ate up the muscles of her calves as her diaphanous, burgundy-flowered skirt fanned out when she spun. Mimi had matured beautifully, and I let her know it.

"Yum-yummmmm," was my reaction. "Speaking of yum-yum, you want a Danish with your coffee?"

"I'll pass, thanks. Just the coffee," she demurred, with eyes shining at my compliment, and picked up her carryall bag as we walked out onto the hedge-shrouded patio where she reclined on a chaise lounge in the morning sun. I pulled a patio chair up to sit facing her as she kicked off her heels, lifted her legs, and placed her dainty feet on the canvas cushion. Though she tried, she didn't succeed in covering the soft flesh on the under part of her thighs with her knee-length skirt. She caught me looking yet did nothing except rivet me with an unblinking stare as an embarrassing silence ensued.

I've got to behave myself, I thought, struggling in my mind for something to say.

"I…uuh…okay…in a hundred words or less, tell me the important things that've happened to you in the last twenty years," I said, jokingly, as I got up and removed my suit jacket. I continued to stand over her so she could see me without staring into the morning sun. 

"Alright," she said, stretching her shoulders and wrinkling her brow in a mock-serious fashion. My eyes went to her breasts. They now looked to be larger than a B-cup. "I got married and raised two daughters. Thought of you constantly. Did not cheat on my husband, Dennis. Moved to Iowa, then back to California. Had a few jobs. A few weeks ago I decided I wanted to see Europe – like you did years ago – and invited my mother along. Called you about applying for a passport yesterday. Then I hung up, went to the bathroom, and masturbated like crazy while looking at your Army picture! And I'm glad I did, 'cuz I just saw in your eyes a minute ago – when you looked up my skirt – that you remembered how good our sex used to be. That, cousin Derek, should be under 100 words." 

Nonplussed, I mumbled, "I don't know…what to say…". Jeezus, you've let her take control again! I thought to myself, and started to turn away.

Mimi stopped me by grabbing my pants pocket. "Don't leave. I like you fine right here," she said firmly, as she ran her flat hand up one of my thighs to the soft bundle of my genitals. "I've planned for this day for a long time, honey," she said, spreading her knees and putting her feet on the concrete deck on either side of the chaise, scooting up to where I was standing. The hem of her skirt was now at mid-thigh, and this time I groaned at the glimpse of the burgundy, French-cut panties she was wearing. "I told you when I was 18 that I wanted us to be lovers for the rest of our lives. Remember?" she asked directly. Her hand was now massaging my growing root through my trousers.

"Yeah but…". I tried to interject something meaningful.

"Well, Derek, this is 'the rest of our lives'. Vietnam was over ages ago and now that your marriage is finished, it's okay for me to be with you again. My marriage hasn't stopped my feelings for you. It's just complicated them. And now I've waited long enough. I can see that you have too." 

She reached for the tab on my zipper as her green eyes looked up at me directly. When her long hot fingers made contact with my flesh through the fly on my boxers, I gasped audibly and she cooed something decidedly feminine as she pulled my stiffening, meaty cock out of my pants. 

"It seems like forever…for me, Mimi," I exhaled, as her hand began to make me quite hard. I hadn't been to bed with a woman since my former wife, a year before.

"Don't worry about impressing me, sweetie. Just relax and remember that I love you," she whispered seductively, pulling slightly at my waistband and bringing me to my knees between hers. 

"Aaagghh…Gaawwd…Mimi," I groaned as she slowly inserted my prick between her open lips, ran her tongue around the crown several times with her tongue, then closed her hot, wet mouth around two-thirds of my prick.

She took three or four deep plunges onto me, all the while rumbling wetly in her throat, then pulled off to gasp for breath, saying, "You always tasted so good, baby."

"Nnngghh," I responded and took her head into both of my hands, running my fingers over her face and down inside the collar of her cotton top to begin unbuttoning it. The garment was off in a flash, showing fuller breasts than I remember from twenty or so years before, appetizingly encased in a burgundy push-up bra, which came off easily. Mimi quickly abandoned my cock to strip off my pants, underwear and loafers, with me attending to my shirt and tie. I looked down at her fleshy, tanned tits, each with a pale triangle over their aureoles to indicate prior use of a bikini bathing top, and my cock jumped in response. I remembered that we'd always been able to undress in seconds. 

"Guess I'd better lose the bottom, too, huh!" she grinned, unbuttoning the wraparound skirt and raising her hips to pull it off. She now lay back against the elevated upper part of the chaise, softly kneading her breasts and looking up at me to make the next move. Her stunning legs were perhaps six inches apart, with her burgundy lace panties hooked high over each hip, clinging like a second skin to her crotch, which had already leaked her syrupy discharge through the material. I nearly drooled down my chest at the gorgeous sight as I was captured by the lusty moment. I quickly sat next to her and stripped off my socks, then wrapped a single trembling arm around her back, embracing and shakily lowering us together to the chaise in the ever-warmer morning sunlight. 

Her tummy was trembling as I stroked between her legs from her knees to her luscious, prominent vulva. Her nervousness gave me some confidence. "Are you as nervous as I am?" I inquired in a whisper as I licked at soft, tasty spots on her neck while she clutched wildly at my pulsating member.

"Ohhh…Gawd, yes, Derek! You excite me so! You don't know how many times I've dreamt of this!" she gasped, breathlessly. In a matter of seconds she'd changed from blasé to frantic. "Ohhh-awww, Gawwd!" she cried in response to my hand sliding under the top of her panties to run two fingers up her slit. Her hips jumped two or three times as I passed over her clit, causing a galvanic-like reaction. "Ohhh…please take 'em off!" she pled, writhing under my hand in an attempt to shed her panties. In a second I'd peeled them from her thrashing saddle. They made a sound as if they were sticky adhesive tape as they separated from her gooey labia before I tossed them onto the deck. 

She'd clipped the previously hirsute bush that I remembered when she was a teen to a spare quarter-of-an-inch, making it simple for me to stimulate her labia, which quickly grew fat with blood under my relentless, stroking fingers. I covered her mouth with mine, plunging my tongue past her tonsils, as she shouted muffled encouragement into my throat. Then I moved down the outside of her neck, nibbling and kissing until I reached one of her breasts. I sucked it hard into my mouth at the same time that I eased two upward-curled fingers into her swollen pussy in quest of her G-spot. Vacuuming at her nipple, I trapped it against the roof of my mouth and tortured its underside – pulling the tit into a cone shape – as she whined and thrust her vulva up at my plundering right hand. My jitters waned and her whimpering grew in volume as she pulled my head harder onto her breast, until I quickly switched tits, applying the same pressure to the other one as my digits dug into her sopping vagina. 

Very soon I moved my face downward toward Mimi's clutching pussy and looked up at my lovely cousin. Her head was wrenching from left to right, with her mouth emitting moans through a perfect "O" as she milked her tits hard with both hands. Her flat belly was quivering passionately and her legs stood out from her body at right angles, articulating the thick tendons running along her thighs from her pelvis almost to her knees. I then placed my left hand atop her mound, easing up the hood covering her clit, and flicked at the little red organ with quick stabs of my tongue. She jumped each time I made contact, and exhaled a long, jagged, whimper from deep in her throat as the pre-orgasmic impulses coursed through her.

In a minute her climax hit her like a runaway train. As she squirmed under my slavering mouth and fingers, she screamed my name so loudly I was afraid the nearest neighbors might call the police. Finally I pulled my face away, allowing her to pull me up to kiss her. I withdrew my soaked fingers at the same time, placing them between our slobbering lips, and both of us noisily sucked them clean of her thick nectar. I was now poised between her legs, which she'd drawn up on either side of my torso so that my thick, rigid cock lay in the swollen furrow of her cunt. One look at her face and the passion-flared slits of her eyes told me that it was time to fuck. I remembered from years before that Mimi had often preferred to cum before I penetrated her. 

A quick shift of my knees telegraphed our next move. She raised her lovely calves into the air, parallel to the chaise, and pointed her toes. I reached down and seated my glans firmly in her wet opening, and we both eased slowly toward one another, our parts meshing hungrily and causing us both to gasp from the protracted pleasure. "Mmmmm," she mewled as I sank slowly into her hot insides. She smiled beatifically, pulling me to her breasts with both arms, and repaid me with a deep, tonguing, kiss that rendered me breathless. I withdrew, stopping as my cock head rested just inside her swollen labia, and a stream of her juice ran out of her onto the canvas chaise as our organs made an obscene sucking sound. Our hips came together again, this time more quickly – embedding me deeper and causing her to raise her head up and backward in smiling pleasure – until I felt the firmness of her cervix deny me further access. Then we fused again, finally settling into a rhythm which was marked by soft yips of pleasure from both of us as our sweaty bodies labored joyously in the warm, morning sun. 

Mimi clutched at my probe repeatedly, using her throbbing Kegel muscles as I withdrew, and all the while her excitement caused a rapid fluttering of her vaginal walls as she encouraged my movements. I was lost in the sensuality of it all, muttering obscene encouragement at her in halting whispers as I plunged ever harder into her. "Yeah, Mimi…squeeze me tight…with your cunt…fuck up at me…suck the cum outta me…yeah. Is it good…baby?" I finally questioned, panting, as our thighs slapped together in the morning air. 

"Ohhh…honey…it's the absolute best," she whined in return, quickly sealing her statement by wrapping her lips around my distended tongue and sucking. It felt as if her hollowed cheeks would pull it out by the roots before she gasped, "All these years, an'…oh, Derek…sweetie, you're gonna make me cum…again," she stuttered, her flailing, muscular saddle stimulating me to a faster pace. "Ohh…ohh…ohh…oh-ahh…ahh…ahh…ooh…ooh…ooh-ungh, ungh, uuuu, nnggh," she rasped as I pummeled her spasming depths to induce another orgasm. I gritted my teeth and concentrated on a straight in-straight out plunging that seemed to minimize ingoing resistance yet maximized the friction given my cock on the outstroke. 

"Cum, Mimi…cum," I urged her, squeezing her muscular body tighter in my arms at the same time that her palms found my buns to press downward, pushing my swollen dick even deeper into her drooling pussy. She then bent double, raising both legs so that her knees were on a line with her shoulders, and held her calves up with long, tan fingers. This is a magnificent fuck! I thought, slowing my long plunges as my stomach began to cramp. Instead, I sank to my balls in her and – deeply inside – slid my prick's crown into the firm recess of her cervical sphincter to slowly enlarge the opening by flexing my hips without really stroking. 

Mimi keened high in her throat and worked her cervix around my glans by emulating my rocking movements. "Ohh…Derek…honey…sweetie…it aches…so…gooood!" she cooed delightfully as our hips rolled in unison. "An'…oh, Derek! I'm gonna…oh fuck! It's…oh, I love it! I'm cu'…oh, babybabybabybaby," she babbled as her voice increased to a shriek. "Derek! Derek! Derek! Derek!" she screamed as we both erupted in a roaring, thrashing, simultaneous climax that had me pumping cum into her womb for what seemed like minutes. I lay on her supple body like a beached whale, gasping for air, and realized our orgasm was over only when I felt the gashes in my back from her fingernails and the broken skin on my shoulder where she'd bitten me. 

"Jeezus," I muttered, rolling off of her as I sweat.

"My Gawd!" she echoed, groaning and barely moving, as a trickle of semen coursed its way out of her pussy. She rubbed the bite mark on my shoulder and murmured to herself, "Sorry…I'm such a savage." After five minutes of recovery she said sleepily, "Jeeezuss! That really wiped me out, honey. Can we go inside to your room? If you get my clothes I'll meet you there. I need to use the bathroom," she said, picking up her canvas carryall and staggering to the door. 

I watched her disappear into the house, her yummy tan ass swaying sexily with deep gluteal dimples atop each bun. She tripped lightly on her toes to run to the bath and I envisioned licking and nipping at those edible buttocks sometime soon, pleasantly surprised that I felt a horny pulse in my cock so soon after cumming. 




My Wanton Cousins Ch. 02



I refilled my coffee cup and made for the bedroom to stretch out naked on the bed. Whatever Mimi was doing, it was taking quite a while in the bathroom. Five minutes went by, then ten, then fifteen. "Are you okay in there?" I called out loudly.

"Yeah…sorry…I'll be out in a minute," she responded in a muffled voice. The toilet flushed two or three times over the next few minutes and soon she emerged, looking fresh and oh-so-ravishing as she sat down her bag and reclined next to me on her stomach. Her head lay on her crossed arms as she faced me. She drew little doodling circles on my chest, then my stomach, as her finger progressed toward my groin. "You really filled me up…I mean, full! I had to douche," she mumbled, embarrassed. "I'm not on the pill any longer."

"Is that a problem?" I asked.

"I don't think so. Dennis and I don't have sex much, but suddenly I feel re-awakened. I'll talk with my doctor," she said. 

I shuddered at the unlikely possibility of knocking her up, and decided to dig deeper. "You said earlier that you hadn't cheated on him during your marriage. Is this the first time?"

"Yeah. Not that I didn't have opportunities. I just didn't want to upset the balance in my family…with my kids an' everything. He had his girlfriends, of course," she admitted.

"You call that balance?" 

"Once I got over the hurt, it wasn't so bad. After all, I'd lusted after you in my mind for years before he started his affairs. Every time I thought of you I'd get in heat. But…I had your pictures…and my sex toys," she said quietly. Then she brightened. "So! Now I live close by, you're divorced, and things couldn't be better!" She scooted over to kiss my flaccid dick lightly, causing it to pulse in response and rise slightly.

"Sex toys?" I asked, curious.

"Right here in my bag!" she announced playfully. "I don't wanna shock you and show 'em to you all at once! We've got lottsa time."

"Don't you want to get your passport today?" I inquired.

"Can't we call and have them mail me the forms?" she asked. I nodded, barely disguising a smile at her scheming, and she said, "I knew we could. This way we can spend all day in bed!" she exclaimed, beaming and rising to sit on her heels and pump my cock with one hand before she stuck the end in her mouth and blew hot air on it. My hips jumped at the feeling, she giggled – showing her devilish smile – and then closed her luscious lips around me as I swelled in her mouth. When I was fully erect and moaning, she pulled off to jack me slowly with her expert fingers. "Mmmm, I'm in heat again," she chortled melodically. "I feel so dirty!" She then reached into her bag at the side of the bed. Groping around for a second, she extracted a large, flesh-colored, latex dildo which could have been a twin to my own cock, complete with bulging veins and a large, enviable corona. At its base was a half-set of balls that acted as a handle, or a suction cup for a table, and inside the base was a switch that twisted an internal vibrator on and off.

"Very impressive," I muttered sarcastically. "You seem to have the best in fucking technology."

"Don't make fun, Derek. Things like this brought me pleasure for years while my kids were growing up and my husband was wandering...right up 'til yesterday." She leaned down with the upper half of her body atop me and her butt in the air, saying cutely from an inch away, "I even named it after you."

"Oh you did, huh!" I yelled, startling her and rolling from under her while pinning her wrists and crouching behind her to press my erection into her crack. Two seconds passed and she smiled over her shoulder as she began pushing her butt back into my loins.

"Ruff…ruff," she said, comically imitating a female dog, then she made those high whines that puppies make when they want something, stopping with "Ohhh…Derrrrek," as I slid deeply into her cunt from behind. Three or four of my long strokes seemed to tame her as she grabbed clumps of bed sheets in her fists and groaned. For some reason she'd lubed herself while in the bathroom…something totally unnecessary for her. Then I noticed her anus, wet and pulsating, as it worked in sympathy. With each of my thrusts it issued a clear semi-liquid which could only be lube as well. In a moment I grabbed her dildo, positioned it at her rectum, and began twisting it into her nether tunnel, applying small amounts of pressure as she backed her pussy onto my cock as far as the plastic phallus above it would allow. She whispered something that sounded like "…on," then said more loudly, "Gawd, baby…please turn it on!" when the toy was about one-third embedded in her ass. Its loud buzzing noise was soon drowned out by her grunts, which seemed to rasp all the way from her lungs. 

Mimi thrashed through the next several minutes on her knees, yelling from a combination of pain and pleasure, as my thumb gradually pressed the dildo to full depth in her colon while my dick was embedded to my scrotum in her vagina. A sheen of sweat appeared on her body, making her only more desirable to me, as she plunged madly back onto the two probes invading her tender, pink insides. We were now entering an arena that my former wife had always considered perverse – anal sex – and one that my conventional upbringing had caused me seldom to enter. This wasn't just incest. To me it resembled something out of a sensual twilight zone that was exciting beyond belief.

I scooped her bag off the floor, scattering any number of plugs and toys on the sheets, finally finding her tube of lubricating jelly. I stripped off the cap and quickly pulled the vibrating toy from her ass to toss it aside, then squeezed a huge amount of the slick substance into her gaping, dark red asshole that stared up at me. Initially she jumped from the lube's cold temperature, but then mewled and wiggled her bottom at me invitingly. "Cum in my ass, baby. I took an enema in the bathroom." She whined disappointedly when I withdrew my penis from her slavering pussy, but cooed gratefully when I filled her colon with my tumescent cock, all the way to my pubic hair. And, without missing a stroke, her hand grasped the still-buzzing vibrator from the sheets and slipped it into her cunt. I was astonished at the economy of motion she used, but – as she'd said – she'd been masturbating with toys for years.

My harsh lunges into her bowels eventually drove her to her belly, flat on the bed. She was now shouting from either joy or pain – one could hardly tell – and her orgasms seemed to recur unevenly, like blasts of heat coming from a swirling, wind-driven wildfire, as her dark tunnel milked the length of my cock. I reached underneath her and filled my hands with her breasts, feeling particularly rough with her as my greater weight drove her into the mattress, and I finally gave in to the bestial feelings that gripped me. As my prick erupted its copious load of jizzum into her colon, she shrieked and for a full minute vacuumed my hot spunk as her heels pressed the underside of my buns and pulled my body rhythmically forward into her...forward again…and forward even again. 

We finally lay fused together, two sweating heaps of wheezing flesh, and lapsed into a well-deserved nap. After a while I got up to pee, then decided to take a quick shower to clean off some of the sexual gunk that covered me. As I was washing, the shower door slowly opened, Mimi crept in with her face wreathed in smiles, and she took the soap from me to cover both of our fronts with suds. Then she stood on tiptoe to kiss me, and both soapy hands went to my cock and balls. I was instantly erect, and she turned me around, finally noticing the gashes she'd made on my back with her nails. After much ooo-ing and aah-ing she rinsed the scratches carefully and moved down to my butt crack with the soap, spending many seconds cleaning it. I let her poke a soapy finger inside, allowing her to twist it around, until finally I stepped away from her and rinsed off. 

"What's the matter? Don't you trust me?" she asked. 

"Just a little self-conscious," I said.

"Self-conscious!" she grinned in disbelief. "I let you jam your…your…giant cock up my ass, halfway to my stomach, and you complain about an inch of my finger in yours?" Her hand slid fore and aft on my dick as she spoke of its size. 

"I've always been that way, Mimi," I said shyly, "even with doctors." True enough, I'd always despised prostate exams. 

"Well this is Dr. Mimi!" she pronounced. "There are no secrets!" she announced, comically. "C'mon, bend over for me," she commanded, though much more soothingly.

"What?" I asked.

"Bend over for me! I wanta look at you!" she said, pushing me half forward at my hips. I bent forward a little, then – sensing how foolish I was being – bent all the way, with my knuckles hanging near my ankles. "Oooohh," she said, after dropping to her knees. "Even your asshole turns me on!" and grabbed my hips. 

The next thing I felt was Mimi's slavering tongue licking the full length of my crack. Before I could react with anything but a groan and a flinch, she'd slid her wicked little tongue in and out of my anus a few times. I gasped, trying to clench my buns closed as she licked, yet I eventually let her have her way. She scooped the soap off the floor, which we'd dropped, and reached around my thigh to languorously wank my erect prick with her sudsy hand as her anal tribute continued. 

"Gawd…Mimi…I'm…".

"Makes you wanta cum, huh," she giggled. How a 40 plus-year-old woman could giggle at a time like this baffled me. She stuck her head under the shower and rinsed her mouth, mostly for my benefit I surmised – I wouldn't have kissed her otherwise – then she turned away from me to put one foot on the large tile seat in the stall. "C'mon…" she said, wiggling her gorgeous ass at me and looking over her shoulder. "We're all soapy an'…I…need some more of you," she whined, the plea coming from deep in her throat. Her asshole was still red and puffy, with a trickle of my cum dribbling out, as I lined up behind her and pressed my dick against it. "Not there, baby," she said, recoiling from my rough poking. "I'm a little sore. Fuck my pussy…okay?" One hand went to her butt, pulling her cheeks apart as she thrust her cunt up toward me. "Mmm-hmm, there. Ooh, yeah…feels goooo-d," she mewled as I slid into her as far as I could. Her other hand went between her legs, massaging the underside of my cock as well as her clit, as I grasped her hips and buried myself in her with a repetitive thwopping sound.

We fucked for a good five minutes with me driving into her from behind, until she'd finally had enough of the standing position. I gasped the question: "Getting tired?" and she moaned and shook her head to show that she was. It was enough to break the moment.

"Need you deeper, baby," she whispered, as she turned down the shower water, which had begun to get cold. "Sit down. Let me come down on you." I sat on the bench and she straddled my legs facing away from me, and slowly wormed my dick into her overworked pussy. "Awww, Gawd, yeah…that's where it's best," she keened, as she took me all the way to her cervix. Throwing her head back, she expounded to the ceiling, "You are such a good fuck…such a good fuck," then lapsed into minutes of sharp cries and carnal moans as she worked herself to a climax. 

My arms were around her now, with my hands cupping her breasts and plucking at her stiff, tan nipples. I felt in complete control of my cousin Mimi at this point, still looking like the gorgeous teenager whom I'd first fucked over twenty years before, and I felt strangely powerful. But I was being delusional. My male ego was just setting me up for another lesson about the extraordinary power of the women in my family, lessons I'd forgotten that my mother and aunts had taught me and other men many years before. Our women will do anything to assure a man's continued attention and loyalty. For example, it was one thing for Mimi to fuck me as a teen and claim me as a lifelong lover. It was quite another to avoid the advances of countless men who must have pursued her for years during a marriage to her adulterous husband, and apparently stay true to her husband as well as to me. I felt humbled by her self-sacrifice, ashamed of my egotistical lapse of a moment before, and felt a sudden tender reaction. I muttered, "Aww, Gawd, Mimi," and gathered her upper body to me in a crushing hug while romantically wanting to bring her the maximum in pleasure. In that regard, I was limited to a continued pummeling of her insides with my stiff dong.

"Hold still!" she cried at my muttering, then began plunging down onto me, driving me beyond her cervix on each stroke, and using all of my thick tool to stimulate her vagina. "Ahh, yeah! Ooh, Gawd, honey…s'good…yeah…yeah…yeah. Gonna…gonna cum, Derek. Gonna cum…so hard! Gonna cu'…all over your big cock, aww…awwwgh…awwwwgggghh," she grunted in her throat like some feral animal. I held her as still as I could, impaled to the maximum on my probe while her lithe body trembled and thrashed in my arms. And when her orgasm had ceased, I felt somehow guilty at not having shared a climax with her. 

She sat on me for a while, with my member pulsing inside her excitedly, and finally stood up and turned to look down at me. Very tenderly she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, then lowered herself between my legs to squat before my still-erect cock. Her soft hands went to it and she stroked it a few times before slowly sliding her hot lips down its length. After a couple of minutes of this she pulled off, leaving it covered with saliva. Looking me in the eye she again proceeded to wank me, then – as I started fidgeting and getting more excited – she reached for one of my hands. She wrapped my palm around my meat and moved it up and down, her hand over mine, until I began to pant and show the early signs of an impending orgasm. 

"I wantcha to cum on me, baby," she whispered sexily. "C'mon…in my mouth. Need to taste that sweet juice. S'been too long." Our hands, together, jacked me faster than before, and I whimpered in my throat as my balls drew up into my groin. Then, when I was beyond the point of no return, Mimi pulled her hand away from mine and leaned her head back with her mouth agape. "Aaaannggh," she uttered, the noise coming from her throat. "Aaaannggh," she grunted again, accompanied by a raspy chuckling, as I rose from the shower seat halfway and pointed my cock at her inviting open mouth while I jerked off frenetically. 

Her hands went to my thighs, where she slid them softly up to my hips and down to my knees a few times. Her feathery touch was all that I needed to explode ecstatically. The first blast of cum shot directly between her lips to coat the roof of her mouth, causing her to mewl with pleasure. As I fed her oral cavity with succeeding gouts from my spasming prick – all the while shouting out the joy I was feeling – the absurd thought crossed my mind to avoid splashing any on her face…so that none would be "wasted." 

Such feelings of neatness and economy apparently didn't burden Mimi. When her mouth had filled with my spunk, the surplus just poured in a single stream over her lower lip and down between her breasts. When at last I'd finished cumming and staggered once again to sit on the shower seat, Mimi swallowed, licked her lips, and purred, "Mmmnn, thank you, sweetie. Now lemme get the last of it," which she did by lifting my shrinking cock with her dainty fingers and sucking from it the last few droplets of semen that remained. We finished rinsing under cold water – that's all that was left – and toweled off, returning naked to the bedroom where she made her call to the Passport Office.

"Do you have passport pictures?" I asked.

"No, Kelly's gonna take them. You know…our second cousin Kelly. Dirk and Alma's daughter. She's a photographer and she lives close by." 

"Is she grown already?" I asked, astonished, forgetting that I'd last seen our cousin Dirk's daughter more than ten years ago. 

"Yeah. She's living with Alma now that she and Dirk are divorced. Alma went back to her old job as a dental hygienist."

"Dirk and Alma are divorced?" I blurted out, dumfounded. I'd always thought theirs was a marriage made in heaven.

"Boy, you are out of touch," Mimi said. "It's been…oh…two years now. Alma's living on the other side of the bay. Dirk stayed up north, still chasing skirts."

"I'll have to call them both," I said. Dirk was just a couple of weeks older than I and we'd been very close growing up, since he was my only male first cousin. He'd married Alma at age 18 and had two kids, Kelly being the younger and the only girl. His wife Alma, of beautiful, light-skinned Italian ancestry, had always been the perfect trophy wife, always shy and retiring…though not exactly submissive. In fact, she was the equal of Mimi at aggressively getting what she wanted.

"You won't have to call Alma or Kelly. They'll be at the reunion," said Mimi. I took that news with a blank look. "Don't tell me you haven't heard about the family reunion!" I shook my head in the negative. "My Gawd, Derek, didn't you know there's a weekend reunion at my folks' country place weekend after next? I could chew your mother's ass for not telling you!"

"Mom doesn't say much to me anymore. She's ashamed and looks on my divorce as being all my fault." 

"That's no surprise. With all the girls in our family and no guys, you and Dirk didn't have a chance. Our mothers always considered you dirty little boys. Anyway, Dennis has conveniently scheduled a fishing trip for that weekend, so – whattaya say – will you be my date?"

"We'll have to be really careful, Mimi, now that we're…you know…".

"Fucking!?" she laughed. "If I had my way we'd move in together! O-o-kay. I'll be discreet, but it'll be neat to pal around with you and make the old ladies' tongues wag."

"What's the name of Alma's boss, and where's his dental office?" I asked, curious about my pretty, now-divorced cousin.

"My address book's in my bag. I'll get it for you later. Why dontcha' come here and smooch with me a little? I'll have to be leaving soon and probably won't see you for a few days. C'mon, honey, gimme a good squeeze to remember you by."

"I want to call Dirk first, right now," I insisted, and called my cousin's office from the bed. He did most of the talking, going on about his current affair with a woman in his company, and suggested that I call his ex-wife Alma, saying she'd be pleased to hear from me. I told him I'd see her at the reunion and asked if he were attending. He laughed and asked if my ex-wife was going, to which I gave him a definite "No!" and to which he replied that there was the answer to my question.

During our conversation Mimi had leaned over and started giving me a slow, languorous blowjob, which had me ragingly erect after a minute or two. Before I hung up she'd straddled my middle, standing flat-footed on the bed, and spread her swollen pink pussy open for one last fuck before leaving. I grunted slightly as her moist cunt lips slid slowly down over my glans, and quickly terminated the call with my cousin, Dirk. She grinned at me as I grabbed her luscious hips to assist her in her accelerating up and down motions, and said with mock-innocence, "Just like a man; can't multi-task…just a simple phone call while fucking." 




My Wanton Cousins Ch. 02



She didn't seem to mind my limitations, though. Within five minutes she had another wrenching climax that brought her to the edge of exhaustion, and drained me of what little semen I still possessed. In an hour she was gone, leaving us both looking forward to our extended family reunion in a week-and-a-half.

To be continued… .

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My Wanton Cousins Ch. 03



This is a tale about a family with many cousins, most of them women, told by one of the lucky men! Please read the first two chapters to put it in context…and vote! Thanks. 

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My mood had improved immensely since my luscious cousin, Mimi, had re-established contact. She'd always had that effect on me, from the time we'd first made love when she was 18 to those subsequent occasions when she'd sent a letter or picture, or until just the previous week when she'd visited me after our being apart for over twenty years. Year-old memories of my bitter divorce had faded quickly as the fresh, exciting reality of again incestuously fucking my favorite cousin – now both of us in our forties – took their place. As the previous week passed, my hunger to feel her succulent body once again overwhelmed me. I was desperately horny and undeniably hooked on her. 

This weekend is the family reunion! I told myself. Seldom before in my life had I given my extended family more than a second thought, but the reunion meant that I'd see Mimi again. And the fact that she was married made little difference. Her husband, Dennis, had been unfaithful to her for years, but she was now apparently playing catch-up with me. 

She and I had made arrangements to drive separately on Friday night to the town in northern California where the reunion was being held: a small village in the Sierra Nevada mountains where our mothers both lived, along with their other two sisters. Each of the four "aunties" had a house that, together, would accommodate the throng making up the families of their many children…some of them anyway. Divorce and marital discord had taken its toll over the years and several spouses – including Mimi's – would be absent.

Mimi surprised me with a phone call the night before we'd planned to leave. "I've arranged to stay at your mother's. My little sister is bringing her brood, so my mom's place will be full," she informed me.

"My mother only has one extra bedroom. I guess I'll bring a sleeping bag and crash in the den," I said. 

"Or, I could bring a sleeping bag too, and we could both sleep out on the pool deck," she said, cackling wickedly.

"Mimi, we're really gonna have to behave ourselves. If anyone found out about us, the scandal would be huge," I warned.

"Just leave everything to me, baby," she soothed. "See you tomorrow at your mom's."

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I arrived at my mother's place to find Mimi's dusty blue Volvo parked in Mom's guest carport, on a rise 50 or more away feet up from the house. It was easily 95 degrees in the shade. Inside it was a cool, air-conditioned 70, where I interrupted a genteel conversation over tea between my mother and my cousin. Mimi looked ravishing in a tailored, pearl gray, tropical business suit with a frilly, black silk blouse. The outfit had a short skirt that clung to her shapely bottom. She explained that she'd left work early to beat Friday afternoon traffic, but somehow I thought it was to see me. My guess seemed correct as she crossed her legs slowly, giving me a glimpse of her toned upper thighs. The rustle of her pantyhose rubbing together seemed full of promise as I imagined my head clamped between those firm legs.

Even with four large houses in the extended family, apparently there was a shortage of beds for the weekend, so I discovered that I'd be sleeping either on the living room couch or outside on the pool deck. Mimi had volunteered to give up Mom's spare bedroom on the second floor and sleep in the den. Using that room would put her downstairs with me, and the den had French doors that opened onto the pool deck. Our second cousin Kelly – the single, 23-year-old daughter of my cousin Dirk and his wife Alma – would occupy the upstairs guest bedroom. I could see Mimi's manipulative hand in the sleeping arrangements as they were gradually worked out, and smiled inwardly at what she'd said the night before: Leave everything to me.

My mother then excused herself to go to her sister's, the primary hostess of the weekend reunion, to help prepare the mountain of food necessary for the next day's large turnout. Mimi asked if she was needed and Mom said no, suggesting that instead she shower and relax after a day of work and driving. Mom did ask me, however, to welcome Kelly and show her to her room when she arrived.

I watched my mother's car disappear at the end of the long, curving driveway and felt Mimi's arms encircle my waist from behind. She'd taken off her suit jacket and was damp with perspiration from her drive, giving her a sexy, musky smell that was dizzying. I twisted in her embrace to face her and asked, "May I help you, ma'm?"

"You know you can, you big animal," she growled in a mock-gravelly voice. "I'm gonna change, but first I wanna fuck you before Kelly gets here. Then I'll shower. Sound like a plan?" she grinned, her green eyes flashing. She pranced away on her high heels toward the den, picking up her jacket and overnight bag as she went, her butt twitching invitingly under her tight, thin skirt. By the time she'd sat on the sofa in the den and raised one leg to unstrap one of her heels, my hormones were raging.

I knelt before her and quickly took off her other heel, then ran my hands up under her short skirt to grasp her pantyhose and pull them down. Her face was wreathed in smiles as my excitement grew, my breath coming in short gasps. She cooed to me as she put her hands on both of my shoulders so she could raise her bottom as I stripped her of her hosiery and bikini panties. The black undergarment was wet at the crotch with her smelly juices. She giggled as I tried to push up her skirt, which was so tight it wouldn't go past her hips.

"Whoa, big fella!" she laughed. "Lemme get my top first!" She very slowly removed her silk top, then unzipped her skirt, which I quickly pulled to her ankles. "And now…" she teased, as she reached behind herself, unhooking her frilly black bra. 

"Goddammit, Mimi!" I growled, blind with lust. I wanted my cousin's body! So, I pushed her roughly, causing her to pitch back against the sofa, legs akimbo and loose tits bouncing, and I dove for her moist treasure, desperate to taste the pussy I'd missed and dreamt about for over a week. 

I attacked her with my mouth, tongue-flailing, and licked away the thick juices that had gathered during her hot drive northward. She groaned deeply as I slurped away at her bush, replacing the thick discharge with my saliva. Her gentle hands cupped the back of my head as I speared her hot vagina with my ravenous tongue, inviting fresh nectar from her depths, and she murmured, "Ohh…yes, Derek…sweetheart…baby…i's so gooood…eat me…ohh, tha's it, hon-neeeee, mmmmnnn." 

I kept at her, with a vengeance, and she repaid me with more soft, grateful, feminine sounds. The odors that emanated from her center were sublime, and stirred deep within me the feral desires of a beast. But I showed momentary restraint, for what reason I don't know, and instead nibbled at her labia, then her clitoris, now as large as I'd remembered, bright red and pulsing with blood. I flicked at it with my tongue dozens of times and Mimi shrieked out of pleasure, her hips bouncing off of the sofa cushion like a trip hammer. "More, Mimi?" I asked, torturously, the question gurgling through her sexual fluids that filled my mouth. 

"Nnnnggh!" she replied through gritted teeth, pulling my lips back onto her dripping cunt, which only stimulated me further. From my position on the floor between her knees I unhooked my belt and unzipped, struggling to lower my pants and boxers as I assaulted her clit with renewed vigor. "Ohhh…Gawd…Derrr-rrrek!" she cried, "Gonna make me…gonna…ohh, Derek, I'm…yessss! Yes! Yeah! Cummi'…cummm-mmminnnng! Ah, fuuu-uuuk! Ohhhhhhh!"

A few seconds into Mimi's orgasm, I pulled my face away from her gash and bounded forward to ram my cock into her. She screamed as I pierced her to her cervix, then went wild, thrusting her vulva at me in a blur. We hammered at one another for a couple of minutes and she peaked…just at about the moment the doorbell rang. Kelly's here! I thought to myself, and tried my best to cum. But, I could just see the girl waiting on the porch for us to answer, then perhaps walking around to the back and surprising us from the pool deck entrance to the den…so I was going to have to wait. All that excitement had gone for naught as far as I was concerned. Mimi had climaxed and was now separated from me, grabbing clothing from her overnight bag and preparing to jump into the security of the shower in the adjoining bathroom. I got to my feet, sweating profusely, and stuffed my erect cock into my drawers before cinching up my pants. Mimi kissed me and fled to the bathroom while I ran fingers through my hair and tried to calm my racing pulse. It'd been ten years since I'd seen my second cousin, Kelly, then a gawky 12 or 13-year-old, and I wanted to make a good impression.

I ran to the front door and threw it open, puffing audibly, and there stood my cousin – looking quite different from how I'd remembered her – writing on a piece of paper while leaning against what I assumed was her Ford van. "Well, hel-lo!" she said in a low, sexy alto voice. "I was about to leave you a note." 

"Sorry," I gasped as I stepped aside for her. "I, uhh…I was in the bathroom." My erection of moments before still hadn't subsided, and this absolutely stunning young brunette could've guaranteed it a much longer life. She was about 5'8" tall, with a 36-22-36 figure, all of which showed because of what she was, or was not, wearing. Glowing olive skin showed from her cork, wedgie sandals to the bottom of the briefest pair of white, low-rise short shorts. Her enticing midriff – highlighted by taut abdominal muscles – was naked up to a red sunning bra which was held in place by spaghetti straps around her neck. The tan upper slopes of her full, C-cup breasts looked like fresh caramel candy, with the pouting confections of her nipples showing through the thin material of the bra. 

"Do I get a hug?" she asked, with what I thought was a suggestive smile. "I haven't seen you in over ten years." Before I could say a word she'd grabbed me in a clinch, pressed her fulsome body against the protruding tube of meat in my pantleg, and had given me a peck on my cheek. "Mmmm…you smell really good!" she said, her dark-brown eyes twinkling. I flushed at her remark, knowing that Mimi's juices had barely dried on my face. So much for the good impression I'd wanted to make.

I poured her a cold drink and told her my mother was helping her sisters prepare for the onslaught the following day. I also told her that Mimi was staying in the house and was currently cleaning up. "Understand you're a photographer," I said as we sat down, trying to get her to talk, since she'd said little after our hug. Instead, her dark, appraising eyes were scanning my whole body. 

"Mmm-hmm, among other things," she said unblinkingly as she crossed her legs. The muscles rippled languidly during the eternity it took to position her calves. "I used to be a trainer at a gym, but now that I live near the city photography keeps me pretty busy."

"I was sorry to hear about your folks divorcing," I said.

"It hurt Mom more than it did Dad," she said. "One reason I'm living with her is that she's so lonely. Sometimes I feel as if I'm the parent." She flashed a radiant smile and shook the dark – almost black – shoulder-length tresses from her face. She reminded me so much of her mother, Alma, that I flashed back to many years before when I'd been captivated by her Mediterranean beauty. "She's excited about seeing you tomorrow, by the way." 

"Your mother?" I asked. "We were never close…haven't seen one another more than …ohh…four times in twenty years."

"Doesn't matter," she insisted. "She told me that every time she heard your voice on the phone that she would've followed you anywhere."

At that point Mimi walked into the room and heard her, saying, "That's just a family thing. We cousins have always been close." She greeted Kelly with a hug and an air kiss, then proceeded to the kitchen for a drink. She was wearing a baggy white tee shirt that came down only to mid-thigh and had a cartoon-ish, bikini-clad woman painted on the front. On her feet were sexy cork wedgies, like Kelly's. 

"Want to shower and clean up, Kelly?" I asked. "I'm gonna take one 'n' wash off the trail dust." I was still conscious of the stench of Mimi's pussy juice on my face. 

She looked at me a bit sassily and said, "Well, I suppose we could shower together…just to save water."

I was dumfounded by her suggestive remark. So it's going to be that kind of weekend, is it? I said to myself. Lots of innuendo and sexual humor! I was glad Mimi was in the kitchen and hadn't heard her comment. 

"Perhaps just a swim together would be more appropriate…because of our bloodline. I've always heard it was taboo for cousins to bathe together after they're toddlers," I said, perhaps a bit too seriously.

She scoffed and got up, picked up her duffel bag, and flounced toward the stairs. "Upstairs guest room is mine, right? I'm going for a swim." When she'd gone I finally exhaled, and realized that the entire time she'd been in the house I'd not taken a deep breath. Mimi noticed my apparent discomfort as she came in from the kitchen with a glass of iced tea.

"Whassamatter, big guy? Cat got your tongue?" she asked in a sardonic tone of voice. The all-knowing smirk on her face told me she knew exactly what I was thinking. "She's quite something, isn't she! Smart, talented and with a body to die for."

In a few minutes we heard a splash from the back deck. Kelly had obviously found the second floor door onto the rooftop patio and taken the outside stairs down to the pool. Mimi got up and looked out the window at our younger second cousin, then back at me, expectantly. "I'm gonna mix myself a drink and have a swim myself," I said to her. "I'll see you by the pool. Maybe we should go out to dinner after…at the Chinese restaurant?" I went to the kitchen to pour myself a tumbler of straight scotch over ice, then changed into my trunks in the bathroom.

Out on the deck Kelly had finished her swim and joined Mimi on one of two sun chaises. The girl lay on her stomach, talking quietly and occasionally laughing as Mimi reclined on her back. I splashed about for a few minutes, then got bored since they were ignoring me – bonding as only women can – as I stood in about five feet of water, admiring the female flesh that two generations of my family had produced. The 23-year-old Kelly was taller and proportioned like a muscular super-model, looking especially tasty in the briefest of black bikinis. The pale bottoms of her feet faced me and were separated to the outside edges of her chaise, with the narrow, wet, wrinkled, black strip of material of her suit barely covering her vaginal opening at the bottom of the pert roundness of her butt cheeks. On each side of her pussy was a smooth, white strip of flesh – the outer portion of her vulva – that met with the soft inner part of each thigh. I saw no indication of pubic hair.

Once again a sexual shard shot through my vitals and I started to breath shallowly. Then I looked at Mimi. Under her cartoon-ish tee shirt she, too, had on a brief bikini. Hers, however, was of a greenish floral pattern and between her likewise spread legs the bottom had shifted to the side. Unbeknownst to Kelly – and perhaps to Mimi herself – her pussy was on display, with just a hint of inner labia peeking at me from her more mature insides. Had I seen the tits of either one of them I probably would've gone mad. Just thinking about their breasts made my member start to grow stiff, so I quickly jumped out of the water to go inside.

I'm growing obsessed with fucking my cousins! I admitted to myself. After breaking the incestuous ice with Mimi, it had become very easy to imagine running amok with a rampant cock through the legion of other attractive females in my family. With difficulty I forestalled the impulse to jack off in the steaming shower. 

In the living room I found Mimi and our younger cousin, still talking. Kelly had dressed in a denim micro-miniskirt and black, sleeveless top, which left little to imagine when it came to her full, high breasts and curvaceous legs. She'd tied her hair into a ponytail and added pink lip gloss and eye makeup, making her look sophisticated and years beyond her true age.

"Alma just called and I invited her out to dinner with us," said Mimi. "Kelly will pick her up and meet us at the Chinese place." 

"Great! It'll be good to see her," I said, as Kelly left to pick up her mother. "Why don't you drive?" I asked Mimi, and we piled into her Volvo. 

At the restaurant Alma came dressed in a one-piece, sleeveless yellow sun suit with short pants. She beamed at me and gave me a hug, gasping, "Oh…Kelly was right! You really smell good!" and sat next to me, with Mimi and her daughter on the other side of the table. Looking at her, I'd never have guessed that she was – or could be – lonely or depressed, from her divorce or for any other reason. She was absolutely ravishing, with color high in her cheeks and sporting a tan that enriched the lushness of her Italian complexion. Her heaving breasts seemed almost edible under her sun suit and the fullness of her hips had always marked her as one of the family's sexier mothers. "What do you think of my baby, Derek?" she asked, grasping Kelly's hand across the table. "Didn't I do good?"

"Oh, yeah!" I agreed, casting a shy look across at Kelly. "But from a guy's point of view, all of my girl cousins are beauty queens," I said, to which the three of them grinned and cooed at me, while Alma grabbed my thigh under the table and dug her nails into me. With this crowd I can do no wrong, I thought, jumping at her touch. 

Two flagons of sake and much Chinese food later, we returned to the house to relax and have a nightcap. On the way back Mimi's Volvo began to overheat, so I asked her to back into the carport so that I could look at it later. We all went inside and I fixed the ladies a drink, which grew into two or three apiece, making them giggly. Eventually, my mother arrived home from her cooking duties with my aunts, took a sleeping pill, and went to bed. I'd stopped drinking at the restaurant and felt a bit out of place, so I went outside in the hot, moonlit night to have a look at Mimi's car.

I found the carport light and, looking under the hood, discovered a leak in one of Mimi's radiator hoses. Rummaging around in my mom's storage locker, I found some duct tape and fixed it temporarily just as Mimi stepped out in the moonlight to join me. "Is the party over?" I asked.

"Yeah, we all got a little drunk and Alma's gonna sleep in the guest room with Kelly t'night 'cuz neither of 'em want to drive," she replied, rubbing against me like an affectionate cat.

"Smart," I said. "Oh, see this hose? On the way to the reunion tomorrow I'll have it replaced at the garage up the road." 

"Well aren't you the handy one! Tell you what, I've got a little leak right here that needs fixing." She pointed to a spot between her legs under her long tee shirt. "D'you think you could stop it up with your hose?" she asked humorously, as she pushed me back against the front of her car. 

"Mimi!" I rasped. "The light is on! Anyone from the house can see us!"

"So? I'll turn it off!" she said, and switched off the light on the wall at the same time as I slammed closed the hood of her car, the noise reverberating in the night's stillness. "The house is 50 feet away! They'd have to be really nosey to see us now!" she said, returning to me. She lifted her face up and gave me a wet, tonguing kiss as her hand snaked down to unzip my pants, bringing forth my cock to fondle in the moonlight. Moaning in her throat as her vodka-laced breath nearly overwhelmed me, she rolled my balls gently and yanked on my dick, immediately making me stiff. "C'mon, baby, I need some of you. Mmmm, we barely had a chance to say hello this afternoon," she mewled, as she squatted in front of me to engulf my member in her hot, slobbering mouth.




My Wanton Cousins Ch. 03



She didn't have to sell me further. I'd been at a slow, frustrating, sexual burn since before Kelly had arrived. I groaned out of pure pleasure and reached down to grasp her tee shirt and lift it upward. She rose with it, raised her arms in the air, and I tossed the garment aside as it came off her luscious body. She looked like some mystical siren as the moonlight bathed her bikini-clad frame with its silver rays. She came to me, inviting my groping fingers inside her bikini bottoms to stroke up her soggy, pulsing slit, and whimpered as I caressed her clit a few times. For both of us, all caution went to the winds as I unbuckled my pants and let them fall to the ground. She quickly raised her bikini bra above her tits, baring them for me to suckle as I teased her nipples with my lips, then she turned to the side and leaned forward on the hood of her car with her back to me. 

"Ohhh,,,do me right here, sweetie. I want you sooo muuuch," she whispered as she untied one of the bikini strings at her hip while parting her legs. I grappled with the material, edging my rampant prick toward her dripping opening, and she moaned, "Gawwd, honey…just push it aside and fuck me. That's it…hunn-nney…oh, yeah…tha's it…fuck me gooood! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" she grunted each time I drove into her to full depth. In a minute Mimi laid down fully on the hood of her car and arched her back. I braced myself on either side of her and rutted viciously up into her welcoming cunt until – after five minutes or so – both of us came together, with me ejaculating over a week's worth of semen into her. It was sweet and sneaky. It was silent and sinful. It was downright dirty as well as magnificently incestuous and mystical. If I had been a mystic, I would have sworn at that moment that I'd impregnated my loving cousin in the moonlight.

But the moment was quite real. As I withdrew my flagging cock from between her legs, I sensed some movement over my right shoulder in the moonlight and, looking back at the house on the rooftop patio I saw a yellow-clad figure disappear into the shadows. A sick feeling gripped my vitals as I realized that we'd been observed…by my cousin Alma.

* * * * * *

I got up early the next morning and went outside to clear my head. Mimi had gone to sleep in the den after our outdoor tryst and I'd spent the night in my sleeping bag on the pool deck. It was too early to drive her car to the garage for repair, but nevertheless I found myself wandering up to see it.

What I saw spurred me into action. On the hood of her dirty blue Volvo were the unmistakable imprints of a woman's naked body – Mimi's body – with breasts, midriff and a splayed pelvis and thighs showing through the surrounding dust. There were also two imprints of forearms – Mimi's forearms – at the top of the silhouette. The clincher to the portrait were the two large handprints – in this case, mine – on either side of the female's shadow likeness. I panicked, grabbed a nearby garden hose and a couple of rags that were in a bucket in the carport, and began scrubbing the hood of the car with a vengeance.

In a few moments I froze at the sound of Kelly's melodic voice. "Destroying the evidence, are we?" she asked, standing a few feet away in a gray runner's sports bra and shorts that were soaked in sweat. She saw the embarrassment on my face and lowered her voice to say, "Oh, I'm sorry, her car was pretty dirty anyway, wasn't it." She said this with a smirk on her face, to which I said nothing as she walked toward me. "I just finished my morning run. Before I left I noticed that a couple of local kids must've had a party on Mimi's car last night. I took pictures so I could show her," she said, mock-innocently, holding up a small camera. I backtracked into the carport and grabbed a couple of more clean rags – desperately trying to come up with a rejoinder – as she followed me back into the shadows. 

"I should explain…", I said, faltering, and wondering if I were going to be blackmailed.

"Don't say a word, Derek. I'll talk about it with Mimi," she said, as she put one leg up on a box and kneaded a superbly-muscled calf. Underneath her skin-tight shorts – darkened with perspiration from running – I could see the clear outline of her juicy labia as she bent her leg. My prick danced twice in my pants at the sight, and jumped twice more as she ran a finger under her bra to free a breast from a sweaty, uncomfortable position. "Y'know, now that I've been with you for a few hours I think I see why all the girl cousins are hot for you…so attractive yet so gentle…even shy. I'll be busy most of this morning taking pictures of all the kids and stuff, but later this afternoon maybe we can talk, okay?" 

"Sure. Thanks," I mumbled, as she opened the side door of her van to reveal a profusion of photo equipment inside. She stowed her camera, beamed a bright smile, then walked toward the house with her gluteal muscles twitching underneath her shorts. Her butt writhed as if it were two wildcats in a pillowcase, and I pictured myself kneading it lewdly with my horny hands. Shy? Me?

Back in the house, Alma greeted me coolly, got a cup of coffee and went upstairs to wait for Kelly to finish showering, then they left for the reunion. I had breakfast with my mom, who left after eating, and I fixed coffee for Mimi, who was hung over. We packed swimsuits and towels for the day, then Mimi and I drove to the garage to get her car repaired. I told her about Alma having seen us the night before, and Kelly's capturing the evidence on camera. We agreed that – of all the relatives – the two women would probably be the most discreet, and not say a word. 

My aunt's and uncle's place was ideal for the reunion. It had a large parking lot under trees, fruit orchards, a greenhouse and a massive garden, that today would be used as a picnic ground. On the south end of the property was an old watering hole for livestock, which my uncle had made into a swimming pond with a pier. That, I told myself, was where I'd spend much of the afternoon getting a tan.

The gathering itself was huge. I knew none of the little kids and very few of the cousins younger than Kelly who – in her salmon-colored bikini-of-the-day – was rendering male onlookers speechless with her sensuous promenading back and forth with her cameras. I had a couple of belts of moonshine with my aging uncles, and ate a ton of fried chicken, shrimp and potato salad. In early afternoon when the uncles started to doze in their camp chairs, I grabbed mine and headed for the swimming hole, intent on getting a prime seat on the pier. I'd worn my swim trunks under my pants so, on the way to the pond, I stripped and left my clothes in Mimi's car. She, herself, was locked in conversation with a half-dozen older female relatives, and it appeared would be so involved for hours. I waved at her and she gave me a besieged look that confirmed my suspicions.

After about a half hour of sitting in the sun I was joined by Alma, wearing a one-piece, chartreuse-colored swim suit, which contrasted dreamily with her complexion. For a moment I wondered if my cousin, Dirk, hadn't gone mad in divorcing this piece of Italian eye candy. At a petite five feet in height, in her mid-40s, she had a stupendous body of 34DD-24-38 that could still stop traffic. The shape of her legs and butt obviously had been inherited by her daughter as well, even though Kelly's years in a gym had given hers more tone. Alma gave me a quiet "Hi!" set up her aluminum chair next to mine, and started rubbing sun screen into her silken, olive, skin. We both sat silently for a moment, watching a couple of sparrows chase one another across the water. Please don't bring up last night, when you caught Mimi and I screwing, I prayed to myself.

She didn't. Instead, she asked, "So, have you had your teeth cleaned lately?" out of the blue, then dissolved into cackles, saying, "Sorry for laughing, but I just realized how silly that sounds."

I chuckled and replied, "Well, I guess it's been about two years."

"Really! You naughty boy. You should have it done professionally every six months," she admonished. "So…when are you gonna come see me?" she asked coquettishly, sounding like a bashful little girl.

"Beg your pardon?" I blurted.

"I'm a hygienist, Derek…a dental hygienist. How 'bout Wednesday? It's a slow day…around five o'clock? I'll expect you, okay?" We were interrupted by a couple of kids who ran down the pier and purposely did cannonballs into the water to splash us. "Hey, you little buggers! Cut that out or I'll tan your asses!" shouted Alma. I remembered that even with children her speech had always been colorful. 

Then Kelly showed up, carrying a beach towel and what looked like a digital camera. "Endearing yourself to the younger generation, Mom?" she asked, spreading out her towel and easing herself down onto it. Time turned to slow motion as this most beautiful of sirens stretched herself out in the sun at my feet. On her back with one leg raised slightly at the knee, my eyes went to her crotch, where I wished I was lying with my cock buried. She was watching me from behind her sunglasses and – was I imagining it? – making the most of her submissive position as her vulva formed a prominent mound between her legs. 

"A little discipline didn't hurt when you were growing up, young lady," said Alma. "Now, be a good girl and rub my shoulders with this sunscreen…please."

As Kelly rubbed the cream into her mother's tanned shoulders from a foot away, I watched her breasts with fascination. They were an absolutely perfect "C" cup, with not a hint of sag, and seemed almost too large for the skin that housed them. The underarm muscle that suspended them was well-developed and they sat together on her relatively small though tall, muscular frame, forming a sublime cleavage. The slight protrusions of her nipples made my salivary glands flow and alarming pulses began to occur in my groin. 

"Enough?" she asked her mom, after slavering a copious amount of lotion on Alma, who mewled pleasurably. "Derek?" she then asked. I'd zoned out on her breasts. "Derek, d'you want some sunscreen on your back?" Kelly asked, drawing me out of my reverie.

"Hmm? Oh. Yeah. Please," I mumbled, and she began rubbing the cosmetic onto my shoulders and over onto my chest. Her touch was magical, and soon those stirrings in my groin increased. The tube of sunscreen was down to the point that when Kelly squeezed it, it made an obscene phhffstlit sound that – in my imagination – reminded me of the sound that an erupting cock might make in spewing its spunk. The stuff even looked like cum! I thought. 

"How 'bout your back, Derek?" Kelly asked.

"Sure, thanks," I replied, and leaned forward to allow her magic hands to cover my back, even down to the waistband of my bathing suit. "And now, those long…muscular legs," she said, without asking permission. She scrunched up her beach towel to kneel on it and sat between my outstretched feet and knees, covering each of my thighs with the lotion, using both hands and straying twice under the bottom of my swim trunks to touch my bulging scrotum. "Thanks," I sputtered, nearly unable to breathe. I sat back in my chair, almost as if I'd cum in my trunks, and both Alma and Kelly exchanged what I thought was a meaningful look before Kelly grabbed her camera to take some pictures.

"First one of each alone, then a few of you together," she grinned, snapping away and assuming contorted positions to get the best angles. Her mother fidgeted about, complaining that she hated to have her picture taken. 

"You enjoy it, don't you. Photography, I mean," I said. 

"This is where I have to leave," said Alma, standing up. "She gets so technical about it that it puts me to sleep. I'll see you both later up at the picnic." 

Kelly waved goodbye to her mother and turned her attention to me. "I'm in it at exactly the right time…when film is being replaced by digital technology. The production options are endless!" she said, enthusiastically.

"Production options?" I asked, vacantly. 

She nodded and said, "You can do so much…right on the computer! Oh…lemme show you! I've got a machine set up in my van!"

In her van she pulled out a couple of canvas stools and I sat beside though slightly behind her while she gave me a demonstration. She put the camera she'd just used in what she called a "docking station" and on the screen appeared, first, a picture of her mother, then a picture of me. I was surprised at how old I looked and said so. "Can you eliminate some of those lines in my face?" I asked.

"No problem," she said, as her hands flew over the keyboard. "I can also make you look Hawaiian," she said, and my complexion and hair turned very dark, "or I can enhance the width of your shoulders," which she did, making me look like an NFL linebacker. "Close the door, why don't you. That way we can see better."

I slid the door closed, it clicked as it locked, and she said, more quietly, "I can enhance anything…" and quickly reviewed the other shots of Alma and me, finally settling on one where Alma was looking at down at my stomach while touching my forearm and grinning embarrassedly. Kelly moved the cursor down to my crotch, which clearly showed my slightly-swollen package, no doubt because she'd been covering my thighs earlier with sunscreen. Several key strokes later and it looked as if I had a huge hard-on under my swim trunks. Then she punched a few keys again and the bulge in my groin grew to outsize proportions, then shrank back, comically, as if I were some sort of cartoon character. "Now look at this," she said under her breath, punching several more keys with the cursor on her mother's hand in the picture as it rested on my forearm. A minute later and she'd completed her enhancement of the picture. Now, each time that the bulge at my groin expanded as if I had an instant hard-on, Alma's hand would return to my forearm. Then it would reverse itself, with her hand jumping to my groin each time the swelling there contracted to normal proportions. We both laughed nervously and she switched to another picture. Suddenly, the temperature in the van had gotten oppressively warm. 

I looked at her muscled back as she stared at the screen and I wanted to strip off her bikini top…but I was afraid to. Instead, in sympathy to what was appearing on the computer screen, my prick got that much harder, so that soon I was rampant – fully erect – and sweating in the over-heated van. "I think maybe…" I rasped in my throat and started to rise to my feet, which was impossible given the low roof, so I had to stand with bent legs and grab onto one of her electronics racks.

"And I think maybe I'll need a picture of you naked, so I can really do an enhancement job," she said, turning quickly with her luscious breasts heaving. "Until I can get one, though, this'll have to do," she murmured as – from her sitting position – she reached out and touched the swollen front of my trunks. "Oh, yeah," she whispered. "This'll do just fine," and reached out with the other hand to pull my shorts to my knees. My dick sprang from its confines and she mewled in her throat, quickly encircling my stiff girth with one soft, stroking hand. "So…cousin Mimi's getting all this and not sharing…huh?" she looked up at me as innocent as an 18-year-old and batted her dark eyelashes as her soft pink lips wetly encircled my crown. I quickly shifted one leg to allow my swim trunks to fall to the floor of the van. 

"Kelly, don't be…" I hacked, as she slid her mouth down the length of my cock, drooling copious amounts of saliva. "It's gotta stay between us…the family would crack up if it got out."

"Well, then, we'll have to keep it quiet, huh!" she said, as she pulled my cock from her mouth, leaving a trail of spit attached from my glans to her lower lip. She looked down at my rod in her hand as it pulsed excitedly and brought it to the caramel slope of her left breast, rubbing the wet head against her skin. "Mmmnn…so soft…" she whispered to herself as if in a trance, her long black eyelashes obscuring her gaze. Suddenly, she reached behind herself and untied her bikini top, which fluttered to her lap as her proud breasts leapt up and out toward me. I groaned at the beautiful sight and she re-opened her mouth to take me deeply, almost into her throat. Groaning again, my hands went to her breasts to feel their firm, silky softness and twiddle their pinkish nipples between my fingers. 

It was her turn to groan as I languished attention on her luscious chest. Her head sped its back and forth movements for a few seconds, then lapsed into a regular sucking motion punctuated by the slick lapping sounds of drool lubricating my dick as it fused with her face. "You have the body of a young goddess," I gasped excitedly as I carefully kneaded her breasts. 

"Mmmm-hmmm! And you wanna fuck me, huh!" she squeaked with happiness in her voice. Such demonstrativeness was very unlike Kelly. "For now, just do this, okay?" she panted, as she scooped her tits together and my cock fell into their cleavage. "Fuck my tits, Derek! C'mon, I'm turned on, so are you, an' we need to take the pressure off! Please fuck my tits!"

I squatted a bit more and placed my slick cock between her two golden orbs, causing her to sigh and look quickly up at me. I took another stroke and she lowered her face slightly to capture my dark red helmet as it pushed upward toward her mouth. Yet another stroke pushed my meat between her lips as I reached the nadir of my thrust, then – finally – we established a rhythm, with her pushing her cushiony breasts together around my flesh and ending each thrust with a repetitive bath in her hot oral cavity. It seemed like hours, but was only minutes with me gasping, "Ohhh…Kelly…" as my young cousin's intermittent blowjob continued.

Soon I lost all restraint. Looking into the compliant dark eyes of the young woman servicing me I began thrusting with purpose, that being to explode all over her gorgeous face and into her mouth. I clutched at her muscled shoulders and rammed my cock upward repeatedly. Soon my legs tingled from loss of blood in their strained position until…the first jet of cum leapt from my cock – causing her to yelp – and snake its way up her face from her chin into her hair. More thrusts brought more ropes of semen that criss-crossed her lovely chest, face and filled her mouth, as she mewled in her throat, until I was nearly empty. Then she pulled my prick from between her tits and milked it with her hands, as if it were a tube of sunscreen, drawing the final few strings slowly from my balls onto her tongue. Finally, she wiped the tracks from her tits and face and licked her fingers clean, muttering, "Mmmm…I knew you'd cum a lot…I just knew it."

Kelly cleaned up her face with tissue, then she tied on her bikini top and combed out her hair as we prepared to rejoin the families. "I don't want Mimi to find out about this," I said, with intentional seriousness. 

"I'll be cool, Derek, but I'm just getting started with you," she muttered. "Uh-oh, here she comes."

Mimi walked up to us and asked, "Where have you two been? I'm ready to go. Kelly, your mom wants you inside to help with the dishes," she said, absently scooping a dollop of – was it sunscreen? – off of Kelly's upper thigh and smelling it, then tasting it. My Gawd, it's my cum! I realized with horror. "You'll go give her a hand, won't you?" Mimi asked, stepping so closely to the girl to make her uncomfortable. I realized, then, that she was smelling the odor of my cum on Kelly's breath. I further realized we'd been busted when Mimi said coldly, "See you back at the house, young lady. Will you drive, Derek?" and stalked to the parking lot, leaving me standing next to my embarrassed younger cousin.




My Wanton Cousins Ch. 03



"I'm in deep yoghurt, now," I said to myself as I ambled toward the Volvo.

"You just couldn't stay away from her, could you!" scolded Mimi while we were driving back to my mom's house. "All that tempting young flesh being offered you like a tray of desserts. Where'd she blow you? Under the pier?"

"Don't be vulgar, Mimi. She knows all about us," I said. "She even has pictures of our fucking imprints on the car!" It took five minutes to explain exactly what I meant, and by that time she'd calmed down…even laughing slightly at my description.

The sun was low in the sky when we got to my mother's. After a while Mom showed up, exhausted after her day of hostessing, so she took a shower and turned in after taking her sleeping pill. Kelly ambled in shortly, looking subdued under the accusing looks of her elder female cousin. I made drinks for all and walked out onto the pool deck to see the sunset. It was going to be a very hot night, I thought, as Mimi joined me. "I'm gonna sleep out here with you tonight," she announced, when Kelly came out to sit on the diving board. All of us still wore our bathing suits. 

"Me too!" called Kelly, "...if that's okay."

"As long as you leave Derek alone!" Mimi called back. Then she muttered to me under her breath, "I haven't waited all these years to lose you to an upstart second cousin, no matter how hot she is! She doesn't love you," she asserted with a frown. 

"My, my, aren't we possessive!" I teased, as Kelly joined us to dangle our legs in the pool. It was now dusk and a million crickets had begun their nocturnal symphony. "This concrete's awfully hard. I'm gonna get my sleeping bag. You ladies ought to get yours too."

They did, and we had a late snack of tortilla chips and salsa, washed it down with ice cold Mexican beer. After a while I got sleepy and opened my bag flat to lay on top of it and look up at the stars. Mimi spread hers next to mine and Kelly did the same next to Mimi's. It looked as if we'd behave ourselves this night.

For a few hours, anyway. I awoke at the soft caressing of my groin by Mimi's hand. I looked over in the darkness and she'd stripped herself naked of her bikini and was holding one finger to her lips as if to shush me. Her other hand was pulling at my swim trunks, trying to draw them down. Kelly was lying on her side, facing away from us. She'd apparently removed her bikini top, since there was no back strap showing. 

With my trunks removed Mimi dove straight for my crotch, engulfing my flaccid prick with her mouth and pulling the glans deeply toward her throat. I yielded happily to her aggressive nature and let her have her way until I was hard. But her plans were far more elaborate than that. She leaned against me with a tender kiss, the nipples on her breasts tickling my chest, then reversed her position to face Kelly. I spooned behind her as she shoved her butt against my groin, and raised one leg to the sky to open her body to me. A bit of wiggling on both our parts, and a sure hand in positioning me at the entrance to her pussy, caused both of us to gasp pleasurably as we meshed. I saw Kelly's muscular back stiffen at the slight noise, then forgot about her for the next few minutes as I slowly slid in and out of Mimi's slick tunnel, rasping against her G-spot with the underside of my member.

Kelly was busy, however. Clearly she was masturbating. Her magnificent muscled back flexed as her upper arm worked away in the darkness as she faced away from us. I watched her closely while drilling Mimi, wanting to see or hear her reach orgasm, and soon she did. Her body froze in mid-stroke and her head flew back with her mouth open, emitting a rough, coughing sound in her throat as a half-dozen seizures gripped and released her. Then she lay still, quivering slightly in her own, private, afterglow. In a matter of seconds, though, she turned over to watch Mimi and I fuck from a foot away. 

The moonlight caught her stunning body, now completely naked, as she inched toward us and stroked Mimi's belly, and lower to where our parts meshed. I heard Mimi moan in surprise as the younger girl leaned over to kiss her softly…once…then again…then several times. I felt her languorous fingers on Mimi's mound as I split her cunt from behind, as did Mimi, who was writhing uncontrollably in my embrace. Her moans were so loud by now that I thought of my aged mother upstairs, thankfully zonked from drugs prescribed by her doctor. No one would hear the fucking cousins on this Summer night, I thought to myself.

Then Kelly – bless her! – shocked us both by dipping out of sight to lick Mimi's cunt. My mind went back to that afternoon when the girl had ministered to me so lavishly with her copious saliva, as I first heard the slick lap-lap-lap sounds of her tongue against Mimi's swollen clitoris. Then I felt the profusion of spit running down around the base of my cock to provide even more lubricant…a balm that Mimi's gash hardly needed. After about thirty seconds she climaxed, grunting under her breath as Kelly held her thighs open and continued eating her while I drilled her from the backside. Finally the big bang hit her and I grabbed a corner of my sleeping bag which Mimi bit onto to muffle her shriek into the night air. Then she grabbed Kelly on each side of her face and whimpered her appreciation to the "precious, precious little girl." It was all over…except that I hadn't cum.

That seemed to matter to Kelly as Mimi slid off me, exhausted for the moment. While I still lay on my back Kelly straddled me, and I slipped upward to her cervix as she came down on me hard. It had been decades since I'd felt a vagina so tight and muscular, and she humbled me with her efforts. Straddling me on the sleeping bag, she pumped her gorgeous pussy – shaven except for a narrow strip of pubic hair above her slit – up and down on me with blinding speed until I knew I'd have to cum or go insane. "Gonna cum?" she asked. "Huh? Gonna cum?" she asked again. Then again, "Are…you…gonna…cum?"

I gasped, "Yeeaaahhhhh!" and she was off me in a flash, taking my cock as deeply as she could into her mouth without it invading her throat, as I blew shot after shot of spooge into her bulging cheeks. I spent myself, wondering how much more she could take, when she surprised both me and her other cousin. She scrambled up and positioned her mouth over Mimi's and slowly leaked its gooey contents down between my first cousin's wide open lips. 

Both girls made dirty, mewling, gulping sounds as I shuddered through the last of my orgasmic seizures. I groaned loudly, disbelieving what had just occurred. Talk about sharing! 

An hour or so later the sun dawned in the east, we got up and took a swim, nude, and put our suits back on. Inside I served an early breakfast, then awakened my unsuspecting mother to a new day, and prepared to drive home. 

Kelly left first, to pick up Alma and make the long drive south. Mimi was the next to leave. I'd see her in a few days at my place, where Kelly would take her passport photos, I was told. Of course, I hadn't bothered to tell either one of them that I'd be seeing Kelly's mother, Alma, on Wednesday for a dental hygienist's appointment. 

To be continued… .

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My Wanton Cousins Ch. 04



Read Chapter 03 for background to this episode. Your vote will be appreciated.

If I'd told my friends about the previous couple of weeks, they would have had me committed to a mental institution. My current affair with Mimi, a married, female cousin in her forties whom I'd first fucked over twenty years previously, had evolved into an obsession. Not only that, but another cousin, 23-year-old Kelly, had surprised both Mimi and me over the past weekend by joining us in one of our sexual romps after a family reunion. What made the whole thing a soap opera was the fact that Kelly's mother, Alma – a stunning, Italian beauty about my age who'd expressed an interest in seeing me since both she and I were divorced – was using the excuse that she'd professionally clean my teeth. The only sane aspect of the story was that she was a dental hygienist. 

Alma had been excited at the prospect of getting together when she'd thinly disguised our meeting by asking me to come to the dental office where she worked on Wednesday, a "light day" according to her.

When I arrived the door to the office was locked. I rattled the knob and started to turn away but the door opened a crack. Then it opened wide, and there she stood, beaming at me. Until the previous Saturday at the reunion, I hadn't seen her in a few years, but she'd been as I'd remembered when I first met her when we were both 18: intimidating in her beauty, so that speaking to her had been confined to embarrassed mumbles on my part as a youth. Now mature, she'd retained her petite yet very round and curvy body, with short dark hair and eyes that were nearly black. On this day her flawless Italian complexion contrasted beautifully with the starched white uniform of her profession, which ended slightly above her knees and seemed glued to her ample curves. Everything about her was delightfully round as opposed to angular, but she wasn't fat...her eyes, breasts, facial cheeks, butt cheeks...all were like perfect circles or orbs. We hugged for several seconds with her soft tits crushed against my lower chest, until she sighed deeply. When we parted she was blushing, apparently agitated about our physical contact.

"I keep the door locked, 'cuz I'm alone on Wednesdays. Hope you didn't mind coming here, rather than to my place," she said, guardedly, as we walked back to her exam office. 

"I wondered why at first but, since I needed a tooth cleaning anyway, this is okay," I said. 

"It's just that...well, Kelly lives with me. She's a free-lance photographer as you know, and I never know when she'll just walk in at home."

And why would that be uncomfortable for anybody? I wondered to myself as I sat in the dental chair. "I spoke with Dirk. He sounded in good spirits," I admitted. Speaking of her ex-husband seemed to have a cooling effect on her since she ignored me. Dirk was also my only other male first cousin.

"It was great having dinner with you and Mimi over the weekend!" she said, grinning. "I didn't get to talk with her much, though." 

I wasn't surprised that they hadn't gotten very sociable since they'd always stayed apart from each other. Besides, late Saturday night, Mimi and I had been witnessed by Alma in the moonlight, fucking like crazed dogs on the hood of Mimi's dusty blue Volvo.

"She said to give you her best when she left," I lied, as I reclined on the fancy dentist's chair that was more like a chaise lounge, covered in clear plastic and shaped like a flat letter 'S'. "I wish I'd stayed in closer touch with all my cousins over the past twenty years."

"That would've been nice," murmured Alma as she looked into my mouth. She cranked down the chair so I was laying on my back and she leaned over me, the starched white front of her 34DD breasts pressing into my chest. As she poked into my mouth with her instruments, I gripped the chair arms nervously as I always do at the dentist's. "It looked as if you two were pretty close, though," she said...a remark that was rife with understated innuendo...and maybe a touch of bitchy jealousy. 

I drummed my fingers on the end of the armrest and asked "'rea-ye'," around her probing instruments. Why doesn't she just tell me that she watched Mimi and I screwing? I mused. 

"Yes, really," she said, pressing her pelvis tightly against my drumming fingers, thereby keeping them still. She straightened up to look down at me, betraying a simmering lust in her coal black eyes. My hand could feel the incredible heat emanating from her crotch, which caused pulses of blood to stir in mine. She seemed to be breathing heavily, since her breasts were rising and falling rapidly. "You know, I've got a confession to make," she said calmly, while reaching for an instrument. "When you and Dirk did that real estate deal a few years ago I was fascinated with you. Every time I heard your voice I'd have to restrain myself from...well, from making a fool of myself."

"That would've caused trouble with some people," I said, thinking of my paranoid ex-wife as well as my philandering cousin, Dirk. I'd been aware at the time that he'd been seeing another, much younger, woman, and I assumed the affair would run its course so his and Alma's marriage could get back on track. He'd complained to me that Alma hadn't been to college, she wasn't as sophisticated as his young girlfriend, and that he'd grown tired of her. I had no idea at the time that she'd been secretly attracted to me, of all people. 

"Yep," she said under her breath and went back to work on me. I focused on her olive skin just inches away, and her fresh smell. "But now it wouldn't, would it?" she whispered. "I mean, now we're both more mature, our kids are grown, we're divorced, and...". Her sentence trailed off to nothing as I closed my eyes to smell her sweet scent. Thirty or forty minutes later we were finished and she splashed an antiseptic into my mouth and asked me to rinse. "Your gums are in good shape," she said. "Next time you come in – next week if it's okay – I'll give you a deep scaling, then the following week the doctor will see you. Only one more thing to do today."

"And what's that?" I asked, trying to rise from the chair, which she gently pushed me back onto, her dark eyes flashing wantonly. I sensed what was coming, and told myself prophetically: again it's going to happen...it's the incestuous moment of truth...only this time it's with a cousin-by-marriage. 

She lowered her head over mine and looked into my eyes from an inch away, bathing me with her sweet breath, and whispered, "Just gimme a li'l kiss...'n' stuff, honey." Her head lowered and she closed her eyes. Our lips met softly, there was a hint of her darting tongue, and she sighed a bit. Then I felt her hand gently stroking my chest as she snuggled more closely. One kiss led to another...and another, and we both began breathing more heavily. Her feathery touch moved south to my belt, then even lower to the bulge at my groin, which had grown quite large. She's in a real hurry! I realized, as my left hand wandered over her right breast, which I gently squeezed while she massaged my rising cock through my pants. I flinched at her touch and she took another try at my lips, nibbling at them and fully offering me her tongue. My hands went to the hem of her uniform – seemingly automatically – and I pulled it up as far as it could go, then I started unbuttoning it from below, until it was open to her hips. She leaned onto the chair with one bent knee, placing her fulsome thigh next to my leg – she wore no slip, stockings or pantyhose – and I caressed her flesh's silken softness from her knee to her vulva, which felt swollen, hot and moist underneath her lacey panties. She groaned loudly and deeply as my fingers toyed with the spongy little pillow of her labia, then I pushed aside the gusset of material at her crotch to feel the large, fleshy inner lips that protruded from her soaking slit. "Oh, Gawd, yes, Derek. Touch me, mmmnn...there. Touch me all over...please!" she begged in a whisper, and began unbuttoning her dress from the bodice down until it was entirely open in front. Two of my fingers slithered into her soaked opening in the midst of her thick black pubic muff, causing a squeak and a gasp, then moans, as I probed in and out of her tender, slick tissues.

She abandoned the bulge in my pants for a moment and in a flash unhooked her bra. The bounty of her heaving breasts spilled out to within an inch of my face and I withdrew my fingers from her dripping cunt, giving her the chance to drop her leg and wiggle out of her panties as I grasped her tits to nibble at their corky, brown nipples. "Mmmm...Alma..." I gurgled as my lips, tongue and teeth struggled to devour her breasts.

Her moans began again as her shaky fingers wrestled open my belt and zipper to reveal my tumescent prick. She grabbed my pants and underwear together and dragged them to my thighs with a little help from my upraised hips, then peeled off her open dress and bra. Naked now, she gushed at the first sight of my cock and whispered, "Mmm, yeah, sweetheart. This beautiful thing is just what I need. It's unfair for Mimi to have you all to herself!" For a few seconds she dropped to my groin to squeeze my member between her DD breasts – much as her daughter, Kelly, had done to me in her van the previous Saturday – but Alma's plans for me were somewhat different than her daughter's had been. She proceeded with a few generous wanks with her soft hand as she watched her fingers from up close worship my veiny dick. That gave way to a couple of wet kisses on my pulsing, purple glans, several circular tongue swipes around the crown, then an awe-inspiring plunge of her mouth down three-quarters of my shaft. "Jeezus...Almaaaahh!" I cried, as the muscles in my torso immediately froze and she started taking slow, full thrusts that engulfed my cock in her clasping throat. 

I looked down at her distended jaw as her bow-like lips met my pubic hair time-after-time while she sucked. She watched me with an unblinking stare and I writhed and groaned each time my dick disappeared into her bulging cheeks. Her half-inch long black eyelashes and short, curly hairdo complemented her nude, olive-skinned body beautifully as her pendulous tits swung under her, and – as I looked beyond her bobbing head – her back narrowed at the waist to flare into the round, appetizing hips that had bred her children a generation ago. I felt a guilty thrill as she sucked, remembering that her succulent, 23-year-old daughter, Kelly, had swallowed my load the previous Saturday while taking my cock between her tits. One has to be quick to get ahead of these inventive kids today, I thought, ruefully, as I flashed on the possible sexual habits of my own daughter, also a young adult.

But my thoughts in this regard were misplaced. Alma was pleased that she'd been able to stimulate an ecstatic outburst from me and cooed, "For years I've imagined us fucking! I just know it's gonna be good, Derek!" as she crept up to me on her knees to straddle my angry prick. Her swollen inner labia protruded from her pussy almost half an inch – peeking through her batch of black pubic hair – and were covered with her thick lubricant, an off-white creamy substance that resembled mayonnaise. Her soft fingers manipulated my rod back and forth in her slit, preparing it for entry, then – holding her breath as she eased slowly down over the head – she mewled in her throat with closed eyes. She absorbed me with agonizing slowness, taking perhaps fifteen seconds to completely engulf me. As my rough, rampant cock pushed aside her mature tissues the whining sound emanating from her grew louder until our pelvises met, prompting, "Ahhhhhhhh! Oh, Gawd, yessss!" as she exhaled and her eyes flew open.

She was alive inside. Without moving she moaned long and loudly as her vagina spasmed involuntarily around my embedded staff. I reached up and filled my hands with her heavy tits, which were of the softest flesh, and pulled gently at the thick, brown nipples that were now stiff and needy. She slowly moved her pelvis in a circle, stirring my buried cock around in the hot, succulent mass of her vagina, and whimpered as she looked down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. She dropped her shoulders and grasped my upper arms as I got my mouth to her nipples, and keened high in her throat as I suckled them roughly, one at a time.

"You're good, Alma," I mumbled between mouthfuls of nipple, and started to thrust upward.

"Oh-sweet-thing-don't-move," she whined, all in one word. "Just...lemme...do...this," she whimpered, almost plaintively. Then her cunt tightened around me and she rose off of my dick slowly, taking ten or so seconds to milk me with her Kegel muscles. 

My head thrashed back and forth from the sheer, sweet, physical agony and she smiled down at me as she reached the zenith of her upward move. Then she reversed her movement, once again taking many seconds to mesh fully with me, her thick vaginal discharge making a soaking threshold of my pubic hair as her body gently repeated its skilled maneuvering. "Gawwwd, dammmn," I murmured as her vagina continued its involuntary spasms after our loins met. "You're...amazing..." I mumbled, suddenly aware that I might cum prematurely.

"I like it slow," she whispered. "I can feel every ridge...every vein...every bump...on your cock," she added. "I've missed fucking so much," she muttered, this time pushing down onto me a bit more quickly. I jumped at her quicker movement, driving my dick to her cervix, and she giggled as she shifted more toward my feet. "O' course, fast is good, too!" she said, beaming as she moved her butt in an equatorial maneuver, then rising and coming down onto my rampant dick like some petite, Romanesque love goddess being filmed in slow motion. My prong now struck the back of her vagina each time we pushed at one another. She continued this for perhaps five minutes – with me diddling her clit with my fingers all the while – as her jaw grew slack and her eyes glazed over. 

"Slow...makes me cum quick," she groaned, as her butt continued its protracted, somnolent cycle. "An'...an'...when I c', cu'...cummm, you'll know it...'cuz I make a mess!"

"Really!?" I replied, as my thumb fairly flew across her swollen clitoris.

"Nnnggh, Gawd, yesss! Oh, yesss...oh, yess...oh, yes...ohh...hol' still...honey! I'm cum, cumming...gawd...cummming...shiiiit, I'm cummmmming so harrrrd!" she shrieked, and began soaking us both with streams of her thick syrup. I'd never known that a woman could literally cream on a cock while in orgasm, but Alma proved it could be done. And at that moment it apparently pleased her since she showered me with kisses as I held her shuddering body against mine. 

We were both sopping with her thick liquid as she lay on top of me, twitching from aftershocks and still moaning while her vagina contracted in time with her pulse. My cock continued to respond, throbbing inside her, as if arrogantly reminding both of us that I hadn't cum. "You okay?" I asked, humbly.

"Ohh...Gawwd...yes, baby," she mewled. "Just gettin' started. Turn me over and gimme some more o' that sweetness. After all these years I'm not gonna letcha' go early," she said, as we both rolled over into the missionary position. The chair was slick with her smelly fluids, so movement on the plastic surface was no problem. I pulled free of her and slid her luscious bottom up to the high point of the chair – the area that, moments before, had underlain my knees when I was on my back – so that her succulent loins were poised and ready for my invasion. My member was covered with her creamy discharge, which I scraped off with one pass of my index finger and thumb. Alma giggled at me, grabbed my hand and licked it clean. "You oughta' try it," she said with a grin. "You don't know what you're missing!"

I leapt at her invitation, clamping my mouth hungrily over her hairy cunt and sucking hard, vacuuming a slurry of liquid from her depths. Shifting upward, my tongue bathed her clitoris, and air refilled her vagina with a liquid, farting sound as she raised her legs so that her knees pushed back against her shoulders. She trembled and mewled as I flicked at her little button and moaned as I pulled back to look at her quivering pussy. It dilated open and contracted closed as if it had a life of its own, responding to flicks of my tongue every few seconds. Alma was moaning incomprehensibly as I continued my lingual torture, which drove me onward. "Like my tongue, baby?" I asked, teasingly. She gasped something in response that I didn't understand. "What?" I pressed, while I pulled her toward me – atop the chair – in preparation for a comfortable fuck. At the same time I kicked off my loafers and slipped off my pants and boxers. 

"Oh, please keep doing it...then fuck me, darlin'...any way you want," she whined. I returned to my cunnilingual tasks, reaming out her tasty insides until my tongue felt numb and sedated, and Alma was well on her way to another peak of sexual frenzy. "Nnnn-ggghh, mmmnnnaahh, ohh, ohh, nnnnmmmggaaahh," she intoned seemingly endlessly as I lapped at her dripping, clutching pussy. Then her hips started jerking and rolling upward, banging my lips against my teeth as she approached orgasm. 

It was now or never. My cock was standing out from my loins like a flagpole on the side of a building, and I longed to plunge it inside the hot, welcoming orifice that flexed under my lips and tongue. Slowly I brought my knees onto the bottom of the chair, curling my body to prolong the time until I'd have to break contact between my sucking mouth and her vulva. Then in an instant I did so and grabbed her waist while I plunged my iron-like member deeply into the cauldron of her steaming insides. She screamed and I roared like a buffalo as we met again, again and again after so many years of bashfully remaining apart...separated by our marriages and the now-distant taboo of incest. 

I want this, I fantasized, while I drilled into her as she'd begged for more, shrieking her encouragement. I'm gonna cum in you, Alma. Just like last Saturday when I fucked two other cousins – your daughter, Kelly, along with Mimi, together – without your knowing it! I was developing a full-fledged perversion with this fixation – no, this fetish – for my female cousins. What I wasn't concerned with was: Where or when would it stop?

It gave no hint of stopping for five full minutes...for that's as long as it seemed that Alma climaxed. She finally brought her legs down from their airborne position for a moment of post-coital relaxation, and when I said, "Over on your hands and knees, sweetheart," she cooed, and happily assumed that position. "Knees together, honey...that's it." She was facing away from me, proffering her magnificent olive ass to my lusty eyes, with the treasury of her cunt lips peeking out from a tuft of black pubic fuzz, down low where her globes come together. I straddled the narrow dentist's chair, which positioned me perfectly to enter her, and slowly leaned into her pussy, worming my way into her slick orifice until I nudged her cervix.

"Nnnngghh-oooh, Gawd, you're so deep!" she mewled. 

"Mmmm-hmmm!" I grunted, taking another stroke, which caused a little farting noise as our parts meshed again. Then I reached under her torso and cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and began to fondle them gently, using them as handles to gently pull her body back onto my tumescent prick. "Yeah...oh, yeah. That's the way," I said, as much to myself as to her. As our pace increased, I slid my hands back to her round, fleshy butt, pulling apart her cheeks to see my prong disappear between her glistening brown labia. As I withdrew, her lips clung to the rough topography of my cock as if regretting the departure of its blood-filled mass. Then, as I returned, her elastic lips reversed their course, welcoming me with a gooey, squelching sound as they accompanied me back inside her body. As they sluiced inside, her rectum swelled out, dark red and shiny with moisture, and seemed to invite attention to it.




My Wanton Cousins Ch. 04



My first response was to touch it lightly with a thumb, causing Alma to recoil and groan. Repeated touches brought more groans and faster couplings as she thrust backward onto my prick. Encouraged, I curled my thumb at the knuckle and pushed it into her, stretching her sphincter slightly. More humping soon brought it to the second knuckle, with Alma keening high in her throat. 

What had started as self-conscious humping soon became more wild, now that my thumb was in her colon. We both forgot how much we'd wanted to please the other, and began fucking in earnest, moaning and grunting as our loins crashed together with the loud slapping noises of thighs against thighs. The feel of Alma's snug vagina, made tighter than usual by her legs being together, took me back to the snugness of her daughter's cunt the previous Saturday when Kelly had virtually forced me to cum while squatting on me as I lay on my mother's pool deck. I quickly shook my head free of the thought, though, and renewed my concentration on her mother, whose cervix I was poking. Even if you see Kelly soon, I told myself, she may just laugh at you for presuming your first fuck was anything more than a one-time thing!  

Though I'd wanted to see Alma's reaction to a little anal fucking, she chose that moment to cum and cum mightily. So violent was her orgasm, in fact, that it triggered mine. I gripped her butt cheeks like two soccer balls – growling as I dug my fingers into their soft flesh – and thrust deeply a half-dozen times into her, each time splashing her cervix with huge gobs of seed. When our shouts died down she lay forward, mewling to herself, and I followed her to lay on her back. We actually took a bit of a snooze while locked together, naked, on the dentist's chair.   

Before I left Alma's dental office, she tried to get me to agree to visit her each Wednesday afternoon for a "check-up." Without committing to such a rigid schedule, I assured her that we could probably work something out.

Late that night I got a call from cousin Mimi, saying that Kelly had called and couldn't take her passport pictures until Saturday. They'd originally set aside Friday afternoon to meet at my house. "Mimi, they're just passport photos," I said. "Any photo shop could do it in fifteen minutes for ten dollars."

"Yeah, but she's gonna do a whole layout of me...portraits and stuff." 

I agreed to host the photo session on Saturday. I was incredibly horny for Mimi and that afternoon with Alma had sharpened my taste to get next to Kelly again. 

Early the next evening, on Thursday, I got a call from Kelly. "What on earth did you and Mom do?" she asked. "I got home last night and she was as giggly as a teenager. She said you'd had a dental appointment and...well, I know she's alone at the office on Wednesdays."

I got the feeling that she wanted the full story on Alma and me. "Your mother's an adult, Kelly. What occurs between us is our business."

"Look, I know you fucked. She told me...said it was great. I just want you to know how this'll affect her, Derek. If you hurt her, she'll go crackers. Why d'you think I live with her? When she and Daddy divorced she had a breakdown...and was suicidal."

"I...I had no idea," I sputtered, aghast.

"Look, I've gotta talk to you, and not on the phone. I wanta come by your place."

"But you live forty-five minutes away!" I said.

"I'm just down the hill from you. I had a photo client in your neighborhood this afternoon. See you in ten!" she said, and hung up.

Minutes later Kelly was in my living room, voicing her concerns. Unlike the previous weekend, she was dressed anything but casually. She wore a tight, royal blue, sleeveless sheath dress that was belted at the waist. In front the neckline went to her clavicle, in back it scooped to her waist in a daring "V", showing the weight-trained muscles she'd developed in her gym. Below her waist the dress was hemmed at the knees, in back it was split from the hem to mid-thigh in an appetizing kick-pleat that was designed to attract over-the-shoulder glances after she'd passed. Her breathtaking legs were encased in shear tan nylons and on her dainty feet were dark blue, ankle-strapped, sandals with three-inch heels and thick platform soles. Though not a foot fetishist, I felt an overwhelming impulse to suck on her toes in those shoes. 

But that wasn't all. She'd done her dark brown hair in a ponytail, added blue sapphire earrings and light blue eye makeup, and outlined her brows and lashes with mascara and liner. She was exquisite...but I knew she hadn't come to impress me with her looks, though I commented on her stunning appearance.

"You didn't have to dress up for me," I said, as we sat across from one another, she on a sofa and I in my leather club chair.

"My client's a rich grandmother. She wanted a whole layout done of her twin granddaughters, and I dressed for the part," she retorted. She seemed nervous, as if we were talking for the first time. She took care to modestly cross her legs and move her feet to the side. "So...it's not only for you."

"You mentioned on the phone that your mom had spoken with you."

"Yes. Your...uuh...appointment at her office yesterday really got to her. We were up quite late talking. I don't think you realize it, Derek, but your getting together physically with my mother puts me in a very difficult position."

"How so? My sex life is your business only when it involves you directly," I said, making what I thought was a good point.

"That's just it," she countered. "It does involve me directly. I've spoken with Mimi a couple of times this week."

"Once again, my relationship with my cousin...our cousin...is my business, not yours." What was so difficult about this? I asked myself.

At that, Kelly sighed out of frustration, got to her feet, and strolled to look out the window at the patio. I watched her calf muscles work as she walked in her sexy heels and I wanted to bite them. Very quietly, still looking out the window, she asked, "You know what bi-curious means? Because that's what Mimi is."

"Of course!" I blustered, though I was surprised to hear it about my loving cousin. "How do you know?" I asked, more timidly.

"Because I'm bi-sexual!" she stated flatly, turning to face me as she said it. I leaned forward and braced my chin on my hands as she walked to where I was seated. "Remember last weekend on the pool deck?...when you and she were fucking?...and I licked her?" 

"But she never told me...". I started to say: ...that she was bi-. 

"Face it, Derek," continued Kelly as she stood over me. "She's loved you incestuously all her adult life – maybe longer – but she stayed faithful to her adulterous husband for over twenty years until you divorced. Do you honestly think she wasn't tempted by women during that time? She and I have talked about her life and her feelings. I mean...she's like a volcano waiting to erupt!" 

I was puzzled, trying to connect all the dots in Kelly's complex story. She sensed my confusion and sat on one of the high arms of my leather chair, laying an arm over my shoulders comfortingly. "What's all this got to do with your mother?" I asked. I was now clearly the person being taught a lesson by my second cousin almost half my age.

"Mom and Mimi have always been at odds. And you've been a central figure in that struggle. Now that I've gotten a little taste of you, I can understand why. But, Derek, they're past their prime...they're middle-aged, and their feelings need protecting," she said, rubbing my shoulders and neck back and forth, which distracted me from her words. 

"Does your mother know that you're..." I asked.

"Bi-sexual? Oh, yeah. And she's horribly ashamed of it, desperate to keep it quiet, and is deluding herself in thinking I'll find a nice, safe marriage to hide it behind. So, if you can keep my secret, we'd both be eternally grateful."

"And Mimi? What about her?"

"Well, Mom already knows you and she are fucking; but Mimi doesn't know that you've started fucking Mom. So, your job, cousin Derek, is to keep the secret from Mimi about Mom, and keep the secret from Mom about me and you and Mimi! Simple, huh!"

"Me...and you...and Mimi?" I asked, now dazed by the details of this feminine subterfuge.

"I didn't tell you the best part. How do you feel about being with Mimi and me both at once?" 

My mind was addled as she looked down at me with large, clear, brown eyes. Beauteous women were common in our family, but such beauty as Kelly had was rare indeed. Her gentle smile took on added luster as I touched her knee...the one atop the chair arm. She closed her thickly-lashed eyes at my touch and leaned down – much as her mother had in the dentist's office the previous day – to kiss me with a brush of her full lips. I moved slightly to allow us more comfort and kissed her in return, probing her soft, silken mouth open with my tongue. 

"You've got everything figured out, don't you," I said to her.

"Mmm-hmmm! Daddy used to call me his 'little manipulator', the horny ol' devil. You know him like a brother. How 'bout it, my incestuous cousin, can I manipulate you for a while?" She said this knowing full well the effect it would have on me, as she spread her legs to the maximum allowed by her dress's kick pleat. My hand crept quickly past her knee, up above the top of her stockings, to the silky flesh just below her vulva, as we kissed again. The heat emanating from her crotch drew me onward until my fingers brushed her pubic hair, which was slightly damp. I moaned, realizing that she wore no panties, and she shivered noticeably, breaking our kiss. She pulled back an inch or so to look lustily into my eyes, unstrapped and kicked off her heels, then swiveled her hips toward me to allow one of my fingers to slip inside of her tight, muscular vagina. "More..." she whispered, then groaned as I used two fingers to hook up behind her pelvic bone and rub her G-spot. "Ooh, Gawd...I love it...ri-iight there," she mumbled, as our excitement grew.

Finally, neither of us could stand the wait. I broke from her and stood up, shedding my clothing quickly as Kelly did the same. As her dress peeled off, neither a bra nor pair of panties covered her succulent flesh. Her naked C-cup breasts protruded like ripened peaches with pink berries at their tips, and her shaved labia pouted below her manicured pubic strip, slick with a damp film of her juice. She eased onto my leather chair before I could embrace her, and leaned her head forward to my tumescent member, which she'd already grasped in both soft, gentle hands, coaxing it to visibly throb and palpitate. 

I stood before her, looking down into her deep brown eyes. She gave me a dreamy half-smile and licked her lips, making them shine with a quick pass of her tongue. "You are so bad!" I admonished, quietly. The earlier passionate moments had passed and she giggled quietly.

"You know you love it," she murmured. "You always liked me. Even when I was younger, a few times I saw the way your eyes followed me. It's so easy to tell when older men think you're hot."

"It sounds as if you've had a lot of practice since then," I said, probing her past as much as I dared.

"I've worked hard at learning how to please men...and – without telling too many tales – Daddy helped me a lot! Like right now...you want me to suck your cock, huh," she teased, running her curled fingers up and down around my excited prick. "C'mon, you can say it. You want to cum in my mouth, don'tcha!"

I was a bit taken back by her remark, wondering about my cousin Dirk's relationship with his daughter. But...who was I to refuse a lady? I blurted out, "Well, the thought had occurred to me!"

"Well, I've never blown a guy in a leather club chair before, so..." she interrupted her sentence to take me to the back of her throat in one thrust. "Aaaannngggslppp" was what it sounded like as her hot saliva bathed me. Again, "aaaannngggssslppp," resounded from more deeply in her gullet than before. Then, she pushed onto me quickly, holding my root at its base, and jamming her throat onto my meat with "ghllikk, ghllikk, ghllikk" sounds. At the end, she left me buried in her esophagus and stuck her tongue out below my prick to lap at my balls, nearly causing me to cum.

I'd grabbed her head and stripped the "scrunchy" ponytail holder from her dark tresses, letting them fall to her shoulders as my legs trembled uncontrollably. I was nearly paralyzed, whining in my throat from a few seconds of sexual ministering by this arrogant young woman twenty years my junior, until a word finally came to me. "Jeeee-zusss!" I bellowed as I pulled free of her.

She was beaming as my cock slapped back against my belly with a plop. Still teasing, she scrambled back and spread her legs widely by putting one stockinged foot on each chair arm and letting her sumptuous cunt spread open appetizingly. With twinkling eyes she looked up at me and said, "Okay, then. If you won't let me suck you off I'll have to be satisfied with it the old-fashioned way," as she rubbed her flowering pink pussy. "C'mon, Derr-rrick," she taunted, "look at this. Doesn't it turn you on? C'mon...give your little baby cousin some o' your hot cuu-uum." 

Kelly was swollen and moist with fluids as I bent my knees to reach her and she lifted her hips slightly to meet me. I embraced her and, as I drew her to me, she reached for my cock and placed it between her hot labia. I then stood up and, with her arms around my shoulders and mouth next to my ear, I heard her exhale as her full weight impaled her onto my dick. "Ohhh, Gawwd...yessss!" she groaned in a deep tone coming from her lungs as our pelvises pressed together. Then she reached her feet back to her earlier perch on my chair arms and whispered, "Come down with me, baby. That way I'll be nice 'n' tight!" 

I followed her downward – still embedded in her muscled vagina – as she lowered herself and limberly placed her knees behind her shoulders. My upper thighs now rested on the chair seat, allowing her to swing her hips toward and away from my torso as I fucked her, at the same time proffering her stiffened nipples to my lips. "Comfy?" I asked, laboring more than I wanted to admit, as I thrust into Kelly's welcoming, snug center. 

"Ooohh...yes. Fuuuck, Derek...you've got the...most...delicious...swirl to your...hips when you're all...the way inside!" If a woman tells you what she likes when making love, keep doing it! an older female mentor had told me long ago as a teen. I followed that rule with Kelly, watching her eyes turn glassy with lust, and felt her muscular body begin to act instinctively in its movements as I suckled her prominent pink nipples. Soon she gasped, "Bite me, Derek. Bite me...hard...an' jus' fu'...fu'...fuuck mee! Please!" 

I started with a modest nibble, then harder ones as the volume of her moans grew, until finally I was biting her nipples so hard I was afraid I'd break her tender skin. I looked down at the striations of her abdominal muscles, flexing rhythmically to draw and bring to fruition my seed inside her young body, and – at that moment – I wanted to impregnate her. All of the sick desires of my ancestors were in my raging hormones at that moment, when I thought I'd be willing to kill to sire a child with this beautiful daughter of my only male first cousin. Just the thought of knocking her up was an incredible thrill. I didn't give a second thought to its ramifications. 

Perhaps she was thinking the same thing. Perhaps her sexual prescience had stimulated her. Perhaps she just, simply, was ready to breed with any man at that moment. In any case, both of us came at the same time, with her screaming, "Cum in me! Cum in me! Cum in me!" as she clawed at my shoulders, groaning and banging her body against mine until we both were exhausted...or at least until I'd fired a half-dozen blasts of semen into her quivering snatch. She pulled and pulled, clamping around my cock until I was drained, my testicles empty. I heard her pussy squelch softly as my cock softened and a persistent rivulet of my spunk ran out of her onto the leather chair.

"Wow!" I gasped, helping Kelly unbend her legs and ease down onto the cushion.

"Mmmmmnnn," she mewled, stretching like a cat in her afterglow. "You're awfully good, Derek," she said drowsily. "No wonder Mom warned me about you."

"What do you mean?" I asked, stroking her flat, silken belly with the fingers of one hand. 

"When we moved down here after my folks split up, she told me you'd be dangerous."

"But not dangerous for you, Kelly. Young women are, generally, far less romantic than mature ones about older men," I said, speaking what I considered the truth.

"Don't be too sure of that. My room mate in college – only a year older than I – lives with a man your age," she said, apparently trumping my statement. She smoothed her stockings and draped her lovely legs over one arm of the chair, watching my eyes as I observed her sexy movement.

"Okay, but as a rule..." I said, and got up to allow her more room. 

"Her name's Devon and – when we were seniors – our favorite pastime was to have threesomes with men...you know, two girls and one guy," she continued, leaning over, bringing her high heels to her feet, and started to put them on. Her C-cup tits hardly sagged at all as she fastened the straps and stood up, grabbing her purse. Her high, muscular ass with two deep gluteal dimples made my mouth water as she took a couple of steps and asked me, "Is the bathroom this way?" 

"There's one on the other side of the kitchen," I directed.

"Anyway, Devon met my dad and immediately got the hots for him," she said as she walked away. "One water skiing weekend she and I seduced him, and fucked him 'til he was clueless. Mom found out and that's when she had her breakdown. Devon and Daddy have been living together for two years now," she said, looking back over her shoulder before turning into the kitchen. "I spoke with her Monday and she's never been happier," she ended with a knowing grin. 

I was absolutely shocked! My close cousin Dirk...boning his own daughter, sweet little Kelly! How naïve I'd been! As I mulled over these thoughts I cleaned the leather chair's cushion of my cum with a handkerchief. What was I getting myself into? Thank Gawd I had until Saturday, giving me time to think! I went to the sofa and laid down on my back, and my immediate future was soon decided for me.

"So, can you keep all my secrets?" Kelly asked as she emerged from the bathroom. She'd removed her thigh-high stockings and heels and set them on the coffee table with her purse.

"My lips are sealed," I assured her as she looked down at me, one knee resting next to my chest. I reached up and stroked the inside of that thigh, causing her eyelids to flutter, as I looked at her pussy from just over a foot away. "Or, at least they're not about to tattle."

"Mmm, that's good. Mine aren't either. I can think of a lot better things for them to do than spread gossip," she muttered, as she swung her other leg over my head so that her gash was poised above my mouth. "Can't you?" she asked, as she pivoted forward on her elbows and took my cock onto her tongue, making it hard instantly. 

"Yeah, like practicing for Saturday...when we see Mimi," I mumbled, my tongue already at work reaming her vagina. She'd cleaned her cunt while in the bathroom and had applied a lube that tasted like cherries. She'd used quite a bit in her rectum as well, making her colon taste delicious. 

"Oh, Derek!" she voiced in surprise as I lapped alternately at both her slit and asshole like a hungry puppy. "Mmmmmnn," she mewled with her mouth full of my meat as I envisioned myself with her and Mimi. Her velvet mouth caused me to come quickly this time – pumping a copious load into her throat – as I looked forward to the exciting mental visions of guilty pleasures that my other gorgeous cousin would bring. 




My Wanton Cousins Ch. 04



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My Wanton Cousins Ch. 05



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I'd become obsessed with fucking two of my female cousins, coupled with a growing sense of guilt because of the pleasure I felt. Much like an addict, the more I enjoyed their bodies, the more I wanted them. Incest went far deeper than a casual sexual preference; it was instead an appetite that had first been developed when I was much younger. 

I'd been hooked early, when my first cousin Mimi had initially confessed her lust for me over twenty years before when she was 18. Leaping at the opportunity, I'd sown the seeds of our relationship by spending an entire month of afternoons and evenings fucking her in my apartment while I was a university student. Then, after a forced separation of over two decades in our separate marriages, we'd gotten together one month previously and re-started our forbidden affair. None of our earlier ardor had been lost over the years either. My early-forties libido – fueled by my divorce a couple of years before – easily matched hers in intensity, largely because it was taboo. She was still married, though her unfaithful husband had long ago destroyed any semblance of fidelity, and we'd renewed the passion that we'd both remembered as teenagers as if it had occurred yesterday. Like a loyal sex slave whose mistress had been away for a long while, I was now very grateful for her returned presence…and her lascivious attention. 

It was Mimi that I looked forward to seeing later on this rainy Saturday morning. We hadn't made love since the previous weekend during a reunion with our extended family, which had begun the past week of sexual excess. Today she was coming by my house, using as an excuse having some pictures taken by another gorgeous second cousin, Kelly, a luscious free-lance photographer. Kelly was 23, half my age and an in-the-closet bisexual. In fact, she had joined Mimi and me in a raucous sexual threesome at the reunion the weekend before. Then she'd unexpectedly dropped by my place this past Thursday night for a private fuck with me in my living room. This had happened just a day after I'd boned her divorced mother, Alma, in her office where she was a dental hygienist…which had brought on my growing obsessive feelings. This morning, then, I contemplated a host of lurid possibilities transpiring once my cousins arrived. 

The coffee had just started percolating when the phone rang. It was Alma, sighing into the phone and sounding depressed. "I miss you, Derek. Can I see you this weekend?"

"I'm kinda busy, Alma. Weekend errands, y' know, an' I've got company coming over later." I obviously didn't tell her it was Mimi, since her daughter Kelly would be showing up as well. It was bad enough that she knew that Mimi and I were incestuous lovers, since she'd caught us fucking the previous weekend. 

"Gawd, I feel down this morning! Kelly took off early this morning, since she's taking pictures of Mimi today and I'm here all alone, thinkin' about last Wednesday when you came to the office an'…"

"…and you're feeling a little lonesome and forgotten. Tell you what. Bring by a picnic lunch tomorrow about noon and we'll spend the afternoon together." The doorbell started ringing before I was finished. "Okay, Alma? Gotta go now! Bye!" That ought to hold her, I thought. A planned lunch was as good as a veiled promise of a fuck to Alma, I figured, cynically. After all, a man can only do so much! Pushing the button on the intercom, I asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me!" yelled Mimi as the rain started to really come down. "Lemme in! I'm drowning out here!"

I ran to the door and there she stood, belted into a trench coat and carrying a canvas carryall and a garment bag stuffed with clothing on hangers. Even wet from the sudden rain squall, she looked radiant…and extremely sexy, wearing tight, knee-high, leather boots.

"Hi!" I said, surprised to see her so early. She hadn't been due to arrive for a couple of hours. I took the garment bag from her and chuckled, "Didn't know you were planning on moving in!"

"Watch your mouth!" she warned, good-naturedly. "The clothes are because Kelly wants to do a lotta pictures in different outfits. And I'm early 'cause I wanted to beat her here. Last week when she jumped your bones I realized that she'd do it again – without me – if given half-a-chance."

Mimi was acting jealous. I wondered if it was genuine or just for show. Then Kelly didn't tell you that she and I had fucked this past Thursday night, I thought to myself. Hmmm, I'll have to watch what I say. Though Mimi was being nurtured into bisexuality by our younger second cousin, I was beginning to feel as if I'd somehow cheated on her with the stunning younger brunette two nights before. More guilt feelings! 

I let Mimi's remark slide. "Coffee?" I offered. 

"Yeah, but let me take off my boots. My feet are cold and that big goatskin rug of yours will feel great." She flopped down on the sofa, removed her boots, and squiggled her toes in the rug – a gift from an old friend made from several skins sewn together – as I went to the kitchen. 

As I poured our coffee, I spoke to Mimi in the other room. "So, today's all about pictures…passport photos and portraits and…whatever," I said, calling to her in the other room. 

"Yeah," she responded, in a normal voice because she'd followed me into the kitchen soundlessly on her bare feet. Her trench coat was unbelted and unbuttoned. "But first, you've gotta warm me up. I haven't seen you in a whole week!" Her green eyes flashed and she came to me, hugging me closely with her head on my chest. "Ohhh, you feel soooo good!" she exclaimed, as her hand untied the single knot of my bathrobe's sash. 

She was totally naked under her raincoat! Her body seethed with heat as I pressed against her cushy breasts and firm thighs. My prick instantly filled with blood and pushed hungrily against her flat, tanned, belly, as it first had decades before when we were barely adults. "Mimi," I gasped, searching for words as my groin throbbed excitedly. 

"What, baby?" she asked, her soft hand gently stroking my cock and balls as we stood glued together in my kitchen. "Don'tcha want me this morning? It's been a whole week!" She stepped back a pace and I noticed that she'd trimmed her dark blonde pubes to a narrow strip, apparently having picked up a fashion tip from younger cousin Kelly. She looked at me in a forlorn way and my knee joints started to melt…though more slowly than hers. She quickly squatted in front of me and made a gentle mewling sound in her throat as her wide, satiny lips slipped wetly over the head of my cock. 

I'd wanted to find out from her if what Kelly had told me was true…that she was interested, if not experienced, in bisexuality. But all rational thought left me as my swollen glans made contact with the velvety back of her throat. I gasped loudly and groaned, "Aaanngghh!" as she made an effort to take me past her epiglottis, then backed off for another try. Looking down, she was observing me with her gorgeous green eyes and – with a slight grin – pushed onto me again, this time vacuuming me to the point that I could see the ridge of my cock head pushing out her hollowed cheeks as she moved me to and from her gullet. For another moment she pulled completely off of me, jacking me with her fist, and flashed her trademarked grin again…with her lips turned up at the corners, as always. I groaned, "Jeezus, Mimi, you feel so goddam good!" and had to shake my head rapidly to forestall a quick orgasm.

"It's 'cuz I love you, baby!" she cooed. "Now, c'mon, let's start the day off right." She stood and shrugged out of her raincoat, which fell to the floor – backed up to my butcher block cooking island – and hoisted herself onto it while splaying her muscular legs and pussy open to me. "C'mon, darlin', look at that great big hard-on. Gimme a load o' that sweet juice before Kelly gets here!" she said, spreading her labia with two fingers of one hand as she braced herself with the other and sat back on her butt. Like some simple-minded Neanderthal I walked into the delta formed by her legs and began to stir my steely probe into her soft moist folds. "Mmmmnnggh, yeeaahh," she uttered softly. "Give it to me, honey!" She'd just wrapped her arms around my neck, and was kissing me in gratitude for my first full thrust, when the doorbell rang. "Fuckkk!" she yelled. "I knew she'd get here early!" 

"Huh?!" I grunted, my hips already flexing instinctively. My brain was fogged from testosterone as I returned to reality, asking, "Kelly? What time was she supposed to show?" as I scooped my bathrobe off the floor and put it on.

"Two hours from now…the little sneak!" snarled Mimi. "Well, go answer the door while I put on a robe!"

I was beginning to feel that I was a guest in my own house. Outside, Kelly had on a yellow rain slicker with a hood, yet was wearing high stiletto heels. "Will you give me a hand with my equipment?" she asked as the rain pelted down. Though I was only in robe and slippers, I helped her lug in two cases of what I guessed were cameras, some tripods, lighting reflectors and a lengthy roll of background paper. "Oh…hi," she said, on seeing Mimi in the living room. "You're here already. Thought I saw your car outside," she muttered, as Mimi sat on my big sofa sectional, now wearing a silky robe that she'd retrieved from her garment bag, looking out of sorts as she puffed on a cigarette. 

"You're early!" she spat. "Derek and I were…were having some time alone!" I'd always been fought over jealously by my girl cousins, since I – and my cousin Dirk, Alma's husband – were the only boy cousins in the extended family.

Kelly regarded the way her cousin was dressed in her sexy robe, then looked at me dressed in my old terrycloth number and – immediately assessing the situation – removed her rain slicker and knelt down to open an equipment case. "Well, I'm sorry. Just pretend I'm not here. A photographer's supposed to be unobtrusive, anyway."

I watched the scrumptious young woman as she removed a few lights from the case. She was anything but unobtrusive, dressed in a tight black skirt that ended above the knee, a thin, gray wool boat-neck sweater which showed high cleavage at the chest and a naked shoulder, and black stiletto heels. Her thick, dark brown hair tumbled over her shoulders and her all-knowing brown eyes flashed with intelligence and simmered with sexual energy. Even though minutes before I'd felt the welcoming internal heat of Mimi's body, merely looking at Kelly caused my groin to pulse anew and, had Mimi not been there, I would've fucked her right there on the floor, without question. As I continued to watch her muscular ass and thighs move under her thin skirt, two-day old memories of her muscular loins wringing a paralyzing orgasm from me started to make me hard. I quickly excused myself to get dressed. "Coffee and rolls are in the kitchen, Kelly. Help yourself!" I called out, and exited to the bedroom.

I was gone for no more than ten minutes…enough time to throw on a pair of cargo shorts, a tee shirt and boat shoes, and brush my teeth. When I returned the ladies had apparently reconciled their initial differences. I heard them talking, followed by titters, then – when I saw them – Mimi had put on a short sleeved, lavender, V-neck sweater, a necklace and drop earrings, and Kelly was touching up her cousin's short, wavy hair and makeup. Mimi had also donned a pair of lacy, black bikini panties that stretched high over each hip, leading me to believe that at least the first pictures to be taken would be above-the-waist passport shots. 

Kelly, herself, had removed her sweater and heels and was wearing a short, black tank top that was skin tight, obviously with no bra underneath. The bounty of her luscious D-cup breasts jiggled whenever she moved, reminding me of her busty mother, Alma. Her tits looked so delectable that they made my tongue hard. She saw where my eyes were focused when she looked up and her nipples hardened immediately. She returned my gaze with a shy smile of acknowledgment and applied the finishing touches to Mimi's casual hairdo. 

A while later they were ready to go. Lights, reflectors and the paper backdrop were set, and cameras were sitting on tripods at various distances. Even a video camera was to be used…for what I could only guess. Kelly said, "Okay, let's start with straight pictures for your passport. Try and relax…smile slightly…we don't want them to look like mug shots."

She took a few, carrying a long cable release, which were disastrous. Mimi was extremely nervous and showed it in each picture. "I've always hated cameras," she gasped, trembling as she groped for another cigarette.

"Let's try again," directed Kelly. "This time think about sex." She snapped a few shots which were slightly better. "Now…think about sex with Derek," she said, which actually improved the shots, but not to Kelly's liking. As I sat watching them interact, I realized how shrewd a photographer must be to capture quality images of reluctant amateurs. "Let's try something else. Did you bring your toys?" she asked.

"What?" gasped Mimi, slightly embarrassed.

"Your sex toys, Mimi. The ones you told me about. You know…dildos, plugs, vibrators…".

"Oh…yeah…in my carryall bag." Mimi looked at me, embarrassed at having me know she'd told Kelly about her marital aids.

"Well, get out the one you use when you want Derek the most," said our young cousin.

Hesitatingly, Mimi pulled out a large, battery-powered dildo that I remembered seeing before, which had a suction-cup base that could be set on any flat surface. "This is my favorite," she mumbled quietly, handing it to Kelly, who examined its veiny texture, length and thickness closely...even turning it on so that it vibrated. A tube of mint lube was also handed to her.

"Perfect!" she said to no one in particular. Then she enlisted my help in moving the heavy, narrow, wooden coffee table perpendicular to the sofa and fixed the dildo's suction cup to it. The latex prong stood erect, lubed, and pointing to the heavens in all its glory. "Now, lose your panties and hop on." Mimi looked at her in disbelief. "You heard me," said Kelly, a bit harshly, I thought. "It's not gonna be in your passport picture, Mimi. Relax, and do yourself a favor!"

A mild sound emanated from Mimi's throat like a disagreeable whine, yet she stood and peeled her panties off her shapely hips. Her newly-trimmed vulva, with just a "landing strip" of hair above her slit, looked as fashionable as that of a teenager as she straddled the coffee table and lowered herself onto the thick, helmet end of the probe. "Should I switch it on?" she asked, now clearly under her younger cousin's control. Kelly shrugged and Mimi popped the dildo off the mahogany surface, turned it on, and – wetting the base with some saliva – resealed it to the tabletop. 

I was seated some distance away in my leather wing-back chair with my chin on my linked hands, watching…fascinated. Mimi looked straight at me, as I watched the vibrating toy slowly disappear between her dark-pink labia. Halfway down, she withdrew once again to its tip, and lowered herself faster onto it, taking yet one more cycle to completely engulf it between her legs. Her eyes closed gently as she made contact with its base, then – as the vibrations began to resonate throughout her torso – she smiled beatifically. I heard Kelly murmur, "Yes!" as she clicked more snapshots using the cable release. Then, as Mimi's plunges took on more resolve, she snapped several more, finally saying, "Perfect! That's just what I was looking for!" Then she made a tripod adjustment to the camera she was using.

Cousin Mimi was lost in fantasy. She'd grabbed the edges of the coffee table by this time and was humping the buzzing dildo with a vengeance…so much so that she grunted each time her widespread thighs met the table top . As her plunges accelerated her taut stomach seemed to writhe in response to the deep invader and Kelly inched toward her on her hands and knees with the cable release in her hand, stopping at the table's edge to softly stroke Mimi's naked vulva. Mimi shuddered under her touch and looked at her in a pained way – as if begging her for help – and at that the younger girl leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips and pulled back to click the camera's shutter. 

The scene captivated me. My cock was stretching the front of my shorts as I watched and the plaintive expression on Mimi's face – heavy-lidded and slack-jawed as she moaned – prompted me to stand up and pull off my tee shirt. Kelly looked up at me, smiling knowingly, and languidly licked two fingers of her right hand before placing them on Mimi's labia as she began to stroke them back and forth on each side of the penetrating dildo. A moment later she brushed upward across Mimi's clit, causing an electric-like spasm to wrack her body and forcing a loud, ecstatic exclamation. "Gawd, yesss…oooohhhh, that's good!" Mimi blurted. "Riiight…there, sweetie! Oohh…yeah! Yeahhhh!"

I'd anticipated this would happen, and had looked forward to it since Thursday, while wondering about Mimi's nascent bisexuality. I forgot all about the cameras and stood next to Kelly's kneeling figure as I stripped Mimi's sweater off of her. She whined in her throat as she groped at Kelly's tank top, wordlessly urging its removal, which I accomplished, with the girl barely missing a stroke of our cousin's clit. My breath caught in my throat at the sublime beauty of Kelly's upper body as she knelt before me. Her braless breasts stood out from her chest, succulently ripe as she leaned over to stroke her elder cousin's moist gash, inviting Mimi to suckle their tips noisily, which upped the room's sexual temperature several notches. As her pink nipples grew slick with Mimi's saliva, I momentarily broke their contact with Mimi's lips by pulling Kelly up to a crouch, enabling me to unzip her skirt and ease it down over her hips and thighs. 

To no one's surprise she wasn't wearing panties. And she'd obviously prepared for this day by shaving her pussy bald. I groaned as the perfect symmetry of her labia split slightly as she moved one knee atop the coffee table while still rubbing away at Mimi's soggy quim with her right hand. She reached up with her left and dug her fingers into the top of my shorts, tugging at them to show me that she wanted me naked as well. 

As my shorts slid down, my erection popped straight out at her, causing her to purr and Mimi to mewl as she continued to screw herself on the buzzing, table-mounted dildo. I inched forward and Kelly immediately opened her soft pink lips to suck my cock deeply into her mouth. "Mmmmnnn," she moaned as her head moved forward to meet my slow, measured thrust. Then she whispered, "Do me from behind, Derek," taking a break to fist my hardened flesh to a near-purple state of excitement. That's when Mimi climaxed, groping at our young cousin's shoulders as the faux cock and Kelly's fingers brought her to an orgasm. It's almost as if Mimi's earlier carnal joy with me had merely been postponed until Kelly had arrived. Kelly's attention to her elder cousin – chiefly kisses and incessant strokes of Mimi's breasts and clit – ended with Mimi whimpering through her ecstatic throes then falling back on the sofa and watching her young cousin take me on. 




My Wanton Cousins Ch. 05



After Mimi had calmed down, Kelly gathered a sofa pillow and put it on the table under her right knee, while angling her extended left leg straight to the side onto the floor and brazenly arching her back, boldly inviting me to fuck her like a dog. I moved behind her and looked down at her tanned, muscular body. As turned on as I was, my heartbeat increased at the young woman's unblemished, muscular butt. She'd inherited all of the best physical genes that our family had to offer, plus her mother's alabaster Italian skin. Her earlier years as a health club trainer had burnished that genetic mix into a finely-honed specimen. Obviously she tanned in the nude, because of the telltale white strip that extended from her perineum to halfway up her crack. That was my target, I mused gleefully, as I positioned myself behind her – straddling the narrow table – and began stirring my cock into her moist, dark red, labia. 

Mimi looked up at me over Kelly's back, reading my expected pleasure in my tooth-gritted expression, and moaned as Kelly leaned forward to nibble and lick, first at the inside of her thighs, then her puffy cunt. "Ohhh, honey, you're gonna make me cum again if you do that!" she gasped, as Kelly honed in on her wet pussy with her mouth. 

Suddenly I began comparing Mimi with Kelly. Though still a very attractive woman, Mimi was in her early forties, after having given birth to two children. Though devoid of stretch marks or other obvious hints of middle-age, and tanned to perfection, she still didn't quite measure up to the young goddess whose glove-like vagina I'd just slipped into. I was becoming every bit the reprobate as my male cousin, Dirk – I thought – who'd divorced Kelly's mother, Alma, in favor of a younger woman! I closed my eyes and drove the thought from my head, still thrusting slowly…almost reflectively…into the tight confines of Kelly's clasping slit. Mimi had been my lifelong incestuous love, and I told myself that I had to continue to respect that. But I couldn't let those feelings dissuade me from enjoying the lascivious young goddess kneeling before me. Could I?

To Kelly it made no difference. Sex was sex. She'd removed the buzzing dildo from the table and turned it off, then leaned forward to noisily tongue Mimi's slit while grunting in her throat from my canine-like drilling. I dug my fingers into her hips and squatted behind her while straddling the table, but continually had to move forward as she followed Mimi's gradual recline onto her back. In a couple of minutes they were both on the sofa embracing one another face-to-face. Kelly had ceased tonguing Mimi and they had their legs scissored together, undulating their hips against each other, vulva-to-thigh, and were lustily kissing as I boned Kelly's wet gash from behind. 

Their passion grew by the minute as their bodies ground together. The gurgling, mewling sounds in their throats were broken only by the wet slapping of their tongues and dripping saliva. Mimi – God bless her – reached around Kelly's bottom and spread her buttocks open so that I could drive even deeper into the girl, while Kelly grappled for the dildo that had been used and slipped it under Mimi, searched about for a few seconds, and apparently began easing the slippery cylinder into her ass. I couldn't see what was transpiring, but the protracted, throaty, groan from Mimi made amply clear that anal enjoyment was afoot. 

That seemed to trigger us all. Mimi's back arched, pushing her soggy cunt against Kelly's thigh, and she shrieked, "I'mmmmm cummmmmiinnnnng!" which, in turn, caused Kelly to hammer back at me as if possessed. 

Kelly screamed, "Ooooooohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuccckkkk!" for several seconds, then her butt stopped its pounding and began trembling as she babbled, "Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!" her insides clamping down on my cock with rapid internal contractions as fast as her heartbeat. 

My own orgasm hit seconds later, starting with a numbness in my toes, then racing up my legs to grip my balls, then exploding out of my prick like a fire hose as I clasped Kelly's body to me and filled her full of seed. I pumped and pumped, shouting with gusto as I spilled my cum into her, each spurt which was met in return with a squeeze of my full, buried length by her muscular vagina. When we were all three finished, we lay in a pile of flesh, moaning and quivering as the last few of our seizures gripped and released us. 

I rolled off the two women, conscious of my weight on them, and heard Mimi whisper to Kelly, "You got all of him."

"Mmmmnnn, yeeaahh, you want some?" the girl murmured drowsily.

"Well, sure," said Mimi. "I've been drinking his jizzum since before you were born!"

"Okay, I'll share…as long as you lick the thing it came in," she giggled. Kelly then crawled up past Mimi's breasts and, straddling her head, opened her pussy over her cousin's mouth, slowly releasing a long, unbroken string of the spunk that I'd sprayed inside her moments before. When the stream finally ended, Mimi's tongue lashed out and slurped Kelly's quim clean causing the girl to close her eyes, mewl a few times, and wiggle her beautiful bottom onto Mimi's cum-slick lips. 

I was beginning to really enjoy my bisexual cousins…until Kelly got up and turned off the video camera. "Was that on the whole time?" I asked.

"Yeah, I always back up my stills with a DVD," she said, matter-of-factly. 

"Kelly, Mimi and I can't have compromising videos of us scattered everywhere! What would your mother do if she got hold of one of them?" I complained. I thought my objection was valid since Kelly lived with Alma.

She was silent for a minute while giving me a penetrating look, then she relented, obviously after remembering that we had to keep two secrets: one was my dalliance with her mother, Alma, which needed to be kept from Mimi; the other were her escapades with me, which should be kept from her mother. "Oh, all right. I'll let you keep the videos, but if I need them for any reason, you'll have to give them back," she said. So, after a few minutes we got back to the purported reason we were all at my house on this rainy Saturday morning: to take passport pictures for the trip Mimi was taking to Europe in a few weeks. Others would fill out her professional album. Still others would constitute a personal X-rated collection. 

But it's not easy to stop three healthy adults who've dabbled in mild incestuous pleasures on a weekend, especially when one is a woman putatively new to bisexuality. The tension didn't wear off, therefore, as Kelly donned her tank top and a pair of jean cutoffs she'd brought with her, and Mimi went to a bedroom to get fully dressed in black underwear, a frilly, light gray silk blouse and a charcoal business suit and heels for some serious portraiture. I put on my bathrobe. 

The next pictures were to be more classic, showing Mimi in a formal work setting. Kelly chose my library as the surrounding, using my large walnut desk as a centerpiece. Lights were used to eliminate shadows and Kelly applied formal makeup to Mimi's face. Finally she looked at me and said, "Are you gonna hang out in your bathrobe all day? Why don't you go put on some slacks and a shirt and tie so I can get some shots of you, too? This is a great opportunity!"

Flattered, I went to the bedroom to get dressed. It took me several minutes, since it wasn't every day that I was a photographer's model. Returning, Kelly had apparently taken several formal shots and was now snapping a few of Mimi in relaxed poses. When I walked in she was sitting on the edge of my desk with one of her suit jacket buttons undone and the top of her blouse unbuttoned, which showed her cleavage and the top of a lacy, black bra. Her sitting pose was sideways, causing her legs to be slightly spread in her very short pin-striped skirt, which showed her black stockings as far north as she dared. The image was that of a very sexy female executive, since the stockings were of a small fishnet pattern, and Kelly had fixed her dark blond hair and makeup to that effect. The final touch was a pair of black plastic, rectangular-framed, eyeglasses that she held in her hand, as if she'd just taken them off. I'd seldom seen her more sexy in an understated way…nor more quietly fuckable.

"Okay, let's tell a story with these shots," said Kelly, as she placed the glasses on Mimi and had her sit in my high-backed leather office chair, which was pushed away from the desk. "Cross your legs, Mimi…just slightly, so we can get a look at your beautiful calf…that's it!" She snapped a couple of shots as Mimi posed, then gave her a sheaf of papers and a pencil as props. "Now, read the papers and act as if you're making notes on them," which added to Kelly's little photoplay. "Okay, now, keep doing what you're doing. You're still in focus! Don't move!" 

With that instruction Kelly walked over to me, looked me in the eye, and started massaging my cock and balls through the gray flannel slacks I'd put on previously. For a moment I took it as a signal to peel off my tie but she stopped me, apparently wanting me just to get an erection. I didn't disappoint her. She led me over to Mimi and by the time we reached her my pants were bulging.

"Okay, Mimi, what I want is for you to look over as if Derek has knocked and you've invited him in. He'll come and stand next to you while you're seated, and you'll notice that special…something about him. Know what I mean?"

"I can already see what you mean, honey. What then?"

"Then…we'll play it as it lays…like we talked about," said Kelly. 

I could only guess what that meant. Obviously the two had discussed what would transpire. 

And so it went. With the cameras focused on Mimi, they captured her face looking up toward me, then on me from the waist down standing next to her with an obvious bulge at my groin, then on her peering at my basket over her glasses at the lump in my pants. Kelly shot Mimi from about three feet away, capturing me below the waist, from beltline to knee, giving verbal instructions as we went. Then she had me unzip and place my erect dick on Mimi's shoulder, causing her to look at it with a sly smile. In the next shot she shifted herself halfway to the right in the chair and daintily placed my cock suspended from her fingers in the middle of her outstretched pink tongue, as Kelly snapped away. "Great!" enthused our young cousin with the cameras. "Now, unbutton your blouse and undo your bra with your left hand. Rub your nipples a little bit with his cock…that's it! Wow! I forgot I don't have to give you directions! Yeah! Now take him deep in your mouth! Perfect!" 

"Mmmmmm, you taste just like Kelly," Mimi gushed happily at the dampness still on my root from our earlier threesome. And to think I'd been concerned about her accepting bisexuality, I thought! Without being asked she'd shed her high heels and drawn her legs up onto the seat. They were covered by her black fishnet nylons, which to my pleasant surprise had a big hole where the crotch was supposed to be. So, as her velvety throat claimed my now-rampant prick, I slowly bent over her huddled form and my fingers tenderly explored her dripping pussy before I slid them into the moist inner reaches of her vagina. 

At this point Kelly was so close with her camera that the only thing in the frame were Mimi's lips stretched around my member with her nose planted in my pubic hair, then the alternate image of her mouth sucking the swollen head of my prick. She was groaning from my fingers plumbing the depths of her pussy and her smelly juices were soaking my hand, just inches from Kelly's concentrating face. Out of mischief, I quickly pulled from Mimi's crotch and trailed my wet fingers across Kelly's lips, which she opened immediately to taste the love nectar of her cousin. "God, you're so dirty, Derek. I love it!" she gurgled, deep in her throat, as she licked my fingers clean of every trace of juice. With no prompting she quickly dove into her cousin's cunt and gave a few exploratory licks at her swollen dripping folds, widely open before her.

"C'mon up, Mimi, up here," I said, patting the top of the desk to my dazed cousin. For her part, it took the horny young Kelly less than 30 seconds to disrobe, then she grabbed Mimi's bag of sex toys and dumped it on the desk. The photo shoot had taken a sudden recess and the backup video camera would have to capture the action from here on. I quickly doffed the clothing I'd so carefully put on just a few minutes before, and Kelly re-positioned the video camera more closely to focus on Mimi's naked torso. 

Mimi had discarded her suit jacket and her blouse and bra were hanging off of her, with her tits attractively displayed in half-naked disarray. Her lipstick was gone and her hair tousled as she leaned back and lay down on the desk. Her mouth quickly captured my rod but the angle was wrong. Quickly correcting, she scrunched toward me at the end of the desk to hang her head over the edge, providing a straight passage into her throat. I was careful, but responded to her hands on my thighs, which dragged me into her throat roughly as she made obscene gagging sounds. "Gllhhkk, gllhhkk, gllhhkk, gllhhkk" resounded from her gullet as her fingernails dug into my legs, pulling me ever deeper. 

Meanwhile Kelly had returned to licking Mimi's cunt, now made easier by my holding her splayed legs by the backs of her knees almost to her breasts as she throated my cock. This was raw, dirty, sex…just the way I'd come to expect it with my cousins, and Kelly knew it. She looked up at me from her position at Mimi's crotch and a devilish glint appeared in her eye. In a flash she reversed her position and straddled her cousin, pulling her body so that Mimi's head was yanked from between my legs and once again supported by the desk. They were now in a 69, and began tonguing one another noisily. But Kelly's greater height proved to be an impediment and soon they rolled over, placing her on the bottom, giving me a bird's eye view of Mimi's newfound cunnilingual skills, as she launched a sublime, tongue-flicking assault on her young cousin's pearl-like clit as it swelled from under its pink hood. 

For several moments I watched them pleasure one another, listening to the soft, liquid, lapping sounds of tongues tasting dripping organs, until I was mesmerized…nearly at one with both of them. Then, slowly, with erect cock in hand, I stepped toward where Kelly was servicing Mimi and slowly ran the corona up between her drooling labia to moisten it, then higher to poke at her anus…just in an exploratory way. Mimi jumped at the contact, made a noise of surprise, and in a couple of seconds passed back a clear glass butt plug and tube of lubricant that had been dumped onto the desk earlier, only to return to slurping at Kelly's cunt. The plug itself was shaped like an elongated Ace of Spades, only much larger, with a handle on it. It was clearly designed to expand one's rectum to allow anal intercourse…or merely to simulate it. In any case, I lubed it and slowly worked it into and out of Mimi's fundament, causing her to moan with pleasure. Then – with Kelly's face just below my testicles – I stirred my cock slowly into Mimi's dripping pussy, just above Kelly's voracious, clit-licking tongue.

Both my cousins were very excited by now, having working themselves into a froth toward an orgasm while nibbling at one another's clits. With frenzied plunges I pumped deeply into Mimi's pussy while I plumbed her anus with the glass dildo, at the same time I felt Kelly's hot breath against the underside of my balls as I thrust in and out of my older cousin's vagina. "Ohhh…Ohhh…Ohhh…Ohhh…Ohhh…Ohhh," yelped Mimi as she fought to keep her tongue in Kelly's snatch, causing me to accelerate my slashing hips.

Mimi's saddle was now bouncing wildly all over the desk, held down only by Kelly's arms around her thighs and my hands on the gaping hole in her fishnet stockings. Her juices were pouring out of her pussy and into Kelly's mouth…all over her face…from around my pummeling cock, and the lubed dildo in her ass was in danger of falling out. Before I knew what I was doing, I'd pulled the dildo from her ass, causing her to shrink back in disappointment, and quickly replaced it with my tumescent cock, which I inserted to the hilt. So surprised was she that she raised her head to the sky and let out a groan of affirmation as I plumbed deep within her bowels to join her in a titanic orgasm. "Aaaaaagggggghhhhhhh!" we both screamed at the top of our lungs, followed by grunts and moans as I rode her from behind and Kelly nipped and flicked at her clit with her tongue, torturing the palpitating little organ with loving caresses. When Mimi's bottom stopped quivering, with me thinking about the load of cum that would surely run out of Mimi's asshole into Kelly's mouth in a few seconds, the doorbell rang several times. 

All three of us froze, reacting as if sprayed with ice water. I slipped into my shirt and slacks, preparing to answer the door, and was once again serenaded by the jangling bell. "I'm com-ming!" I yelled, tripping barefoot to the front entrance. When I opened the door, I realized that was a poor choice of words, since Alma – having already seen Mimi's and Kelly's vehicles in the driveway – had quickly gotten the picture before she'd rung the bell. My promise of a lunch tomorrow hadn't mollified her. She'd decided to drive over to see me today. 

"Really?" she said, sardonically. "It usually takes you a lot longer to cum!" she added, milking the double entendre for all it was worth as she stalked angrily into the house. I closed the door and walked to her. She looked up at me, angrily, and pushed me away as I tried to take her in my arms. "No, Derek. I don't want you to touch me, now," she said. 

Her statement stumped me. Did she mean, now that I've touched Kelly, or what? 

We found a seat on a sofa, where I mumbled an apology. At a further loss for words, I offered her coffee.

"That'll just make me more jumpy. I need a drink! Where are Kelly and Mimi?" 

"In the library…taking pictures…probably changing clothes now." I explained, haltingly. "Bloody Mary okay?"

She looked at me skeptically, since I was barefooted, and had just thrown on a pair of pants and a shirt that was partially buttoned. "Yes, make me a Bloody Mary…a strong one!"

I made her a drink, which she gulped down, and she relaxed, asking for a refill. In a rambling voice, she explained that late Thursday night she'd been up when Kelly came home, smelling of cum and male sweat after having fucked me. She'd guessed what her daughter had been doing, but not with whom. This morning after our phone call, knowing that Kelly had a long appointment with Mimi for pictures, she'd played the odds and bet that the meeting would be at my house. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Kelly and I would also end up fucking. 

The second drink was working on Alma by now, and she was getting loose. "There's just so much about me that you don't know!" she sighed. She looked tiny – albeit incredibly sexy – dressed in a knee-length wraparound cotton skirt in green camouflage print. On top she wore a green sweatshirt that zipped up the front, but didn't cover the magnificence of her DD tits, which were snugly kept in place by a skin-tight tube top of the same color, revealing glistening mounds of upper breast flesh. 

"Kelly told me you had a rough time during your divorce. You were almost suicidal," I said, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, I know," she groaned. "That's what I have to tell you about. Promise you won't think badly of me…I feel so ashamed. Y'see, before Dirk an' I were divorced, he used to bring his girlfriends home."




My Wanton Cousins Ch. 05



"Yeah," I said, waiting expectantly for the other shoe to drop.

"Well, he liked to have me in bed at the same time." Bang! went the other shoe.

"As an active participant?" I queried.

"Oh, yes. As an active, interested, enthusiastic participant," said Alma.

"So Kelly's bisexuality was most likely learned at home," I said, cutting to the chase and letting her know that I knew of her daughter's habits.

"I know I've been a terrible mother," she said.

"You've raised a fine daughter, Alma, and you're a beautiful woman," said I. I said this with a firm tone, my eyes dropping to the split in her skirt, which had accidentally opened to reveal one thigh almost to her crotch. 

She caught me looking, flushed, and covered herself, while mumbling, "Where are those girls, anyhow?" 

I shrugged, thinking it best for her to find out for herself. I made a mental note to have a talk with Kelly about her mother's bisexual experiences, who at this moment appeared more taken with my Bloody Marys. She held out her empty glass to me wordlessly and I made her a third drink. Then we decided to look for Kelly and Mimi. 

We found them in a spare bedroom…now naked and dozing in one another's arms on my huge, king-size bed. Mimi was on her back with Kelly draped across her torso just above her vulva. Her full lips were open and her mouth issued a stream of drool that bathed Mimi's belly. Her dark brown hair was delightfully tousled across my elder cousin's breasts and her arm was comfortably resting across her hips. Near them on the bed was Mimi's bag of sex toys, one of which – a string of vaginal beads about ¾" in diameter – still protruded from Mimi's cunt, soaked in lubricant, a squeeze bottle of which lay nearby. 

"Aren't they beautiful?" whispered Alma drunkenly, which caused me to want to retreat and leave them to their nap. But Alma had other ideas. She stopped me by reaching into the waistband of my slacks. In a moment she'd unsnapped them so that they fell to the floor. Since I'd slipped them on without underwear when the doorbell rang, my cock was still greasy from Mimi's ass, which attracted Alma's lustful attention as it swung freely from side to side. In seconds I'd stripped off my shirt as she did her skirt, revealing her fabulous naked, hourglass bottom perched atop her luscious muscular legs. 

By the time Alma had removed her top and unhooked the center clasp on her push-up bra, the two ladies were awake and looking at us both wide-eyed. Neither Alma nor I had seen Mimi remove the string of beads from her gash and wipe them off, because Alma had turned toward me for a tonsil-bruising kiss, causing me to have an instant erection. During that moment I'd gotten a glimpse of her snatch which – in the days since Wednesday – she'd either shaved or waxed free of pubic hair. Indeed, she'd prepared for this day in more ways than one. 

"You mus'n't let me stop you," muttered Mimi, sarcastically, as she lay back against the headboard with legs apart, one bent at the knee. Kelly was now suckling at one of her breasts like an infant. 

"I wouldn't let you stop me if you were God, Herself," hissed Alma, as she crawled toward Mimi on all fours. She'd weakly made a point…but no one was really listening, since Alma had gone straight for the swollen lips of Mimi's vulva to begin slurping them with her drooling tongue. In a matter of seconds Mimi was a mass of moaning flesh, her hands pressing at the back of Alma's head to gently guide her ministrations. 

Kelly was nearly moved out of position by her mother, but smiled broadly as I crept onto the bed behind Alma and grabbed the bottle of lubricant. Standing on our knees, one full squeeze into my palm and one into hers gave us enough oil to cover Alma's butt cheeks 'til they glistened in the afternoon light. "Gimme some more," whispered Kelly in my ear. I obliged her with another palm full, which she then rubbed all over my cock, stopping only after kissing me deeply and placing my cock head at the entrance to her mother's pussy. 

I entered her easily, with an audible squish from the generous amount of oil we'd splashed on Alma's ass and thighs. And, since her mouth was engaged with Mimi's crotch thus precluding all but feral-sounding grunts, it was up to Kelly to provide vocal and other encouragement. As I drilled Alma deeply, driving myself home by gripping her hips, Kelly pressed her luscious body against mine from behind, kissing me softly all over my back and shoulders. As her mother's thick, custard-like fluids began gathering around her opening, Kelly reached around me and smeared them all over my groin, jacking me as she whispered filthy words of approval. 

Suddenly Mimi climaxed. She'd been lying fairly quietly with Alma's head between her legs – muttering "yes…yes…yes" – until finally all hell broke loose. Her muscled legs shot straight out, 

with her back arched, her head shot back in throes of exquisite agony, her fingers clawed at Alma's short black hair, and she screamed loudly enough to be heard a block away. As she whimpered into an afterglow I made a mental note to myself to ask Alma for some tips on cunnilingus. But there was work to do with her now, I thought, as I flipped her over onto her back. 

My sucking lips found her dark nipples immediately as she squealed with pleasure. I quickly moved us up on the bed a couple of feet and she took that as a signal to pull her knees back to her armpits, all the while rubbing my cock head in the sloppy entrance to her snatch. When I'd nibbled on her nipples until they were as hard as pebbles, she pulled my face to hers for a deep kiss. I obliged her, exploring every centimeter of her pussy-tasting mouth until she gasped for air and pushed me away with both hands on my chest. Taking full advantage of the moment, I then plunged savagely to the hilt into her vagina, taking several deep strokes, which drew surprised cries of joy from her as we began the give and take of missionary thrusts as old as time itself. 

I looked down at the woman moaning sensuously in my arms. I'd known her for over half my life, since I was eighteen, when my cousin Dirk first married her. She was still gorgeous, with a flawless Mediterranean complexion and curly black hair, flashing brown eyes, and a mercenary personality to match. All of her life she had depended on her looks to get what she wanted; she knew no other way, inspiring me to a level of punitive roughness as I took her to task. 

I held her hips savagely, goring her deeply as she cooed and clawed at my hips and back with her nails. "Oooh, Derek…it's so gooood!" she purred, looking up at me with half-closed eyes. "I loved eating Mimi as you fucked me…with the oil…mmmm…you're so dirty!" As if in answer, I braced myself on either side of her head, raising my hips higher, affording greater contact between my cock and her clitoris, which had immediate benefits for the both of us. For her, it gave the obvious added friction necessary to propel her closer to an orgasm; for me, it allowed sufficient height from the surrounding bed for Kelly to gain access to my ass. 

So, while engaged in the wildly pleasurable exercise of drilling into Alma's velvety insides I was soon provided the added beneficence of her daughter's tongue. At first I didn't know what it was, so soft was its gentle, moist incursion into my crack. But as I began plunging harder, and Alma's eyes rolled backward into her head as she crept toward a monumental climax, Kelly's lingual probe stiffened and I broke into a sweat as she stretched it – vainly as it turned out – trying to reach my prostate. 

So much was going on that I couldn't concentrate on cumming. That didn't seem to bother Alma, though, since she was yelping like a woman possessed, encouraging me to fuck her harder and faster. My hips flew at her like a trip hammer, slapping at her thighs in a blur, causing her to whimper hysterically as our parts meshed. And all the time we were fucking, Kelly was 

encouraging me, with a hand on my pile-driving backside, or gently cradling my balls, or stroking the junction of our organs, until…finally…Alma came mightily. 

"Eeeyaaahhhh!" she screamed, waking Mimi from her torpor and thrashing back and forth on the bed, flinging drool and snot from her mouth and nose. Her trembling body closed like that of a wounded spider in its death throes as she drew me to her, licking and biting at my pectorals. Every few seconds a new seizure would rack her body and she'd quiver as if responding to an electric shock. After two full minutes of deep moaning, she gradually relaxed and became quiet, with each muscle loosening, allowing her to pull away from me before she turned over with a contented sigh.

I was of course crazed with desire. My cock was as hard as iron and ready to burst. Kelly – God bless her – sensed my dilemma and once again poured oil on her hand to jack me a few times as I squatted over her mother's supine figure. In a flash I'd eased my slippery probe into Alma's ass, maintaining a constant, firm, pressure, so that the only sound of entry between her buttery globes was a single gasp. When I was all the way into her colon, she released a low groan that reflected a much deeper satisfaction than pain. In fact, as we progressed with our butt-fucking, Alma rose to all fours and with gritted teeth began driving her ass back against my prick, using fists full of the sheets to propel herself. 

It didn't take me long. Ordinarily the hot, oily, spongy, cavern of Alma's bowels would be enough to induce an orgasm in any man, but at this moment Kelly had laid her head on her mother's backside facing my plundering cock. Her gorgeous face was enough stimulus. The deep brown hair, hazel eyes, the serious look, the insatiable sexual appetite…all combined to make me want to…now!

I ripped my dick from Alma's butt quickly and the first gout of cum hit Kelly across her lips and one cheek, one ear and the hair on one side of her head. She then grabbed my pecker and played it like a hose across her face: one shot under her right eye and across the bridge of her nose, another blast across her left cheek, two more ropes on and in her mouth, with the remainder left to be licked clean. As I lay back hyperventilating, I marveled at the unselfish way she shared my seed with her mother and Mimi, who descended on her with kissing and licking mouths. 

The rest of that Saturday afternoon went similarly. In early evening Mimi went home to her husband and I fixed dinner for Alma and Kelly. Wine with dinner had made us tipsy and horny so naturally we went back to bed, this time to spend much of the night napping as much as fucking. There's something phenomenal about awakening in the middle of the night between two gorgeous women – mother and daughter – both of whom smell of sex, and feeling their bodies envelop you… . 

* * * * * *

One month later Mimi finally took her trip to Europe, as planned. While she was gone, she arranged to have either Kelly or Alma stay with me – on weekends both at once – ostensibly to prevent loneliness. When she returned we resumed our ménage as we had prior to her trip, sometimes adding new participants to our group on occasion. We were fortunate to have a large family with so many female cousins.