4 comments/ 62082 views/ 53 favorites Sex with My Stoner BBW Cousin Ch. 01 By: completeexperience I don't ever remember a time in which my cousin Megan wasn't a very special part of my life. Though she was seven years older than me and we lived about 300 miles apart, we were always very close. Each of us was an only child and our families visited each other a few times a year. Often when her parents and mine were hanging out together, Megan and I hung out together by ourselves. And from the time Megan was 10 and I was three, she would be my sitter wherever her parents and mine went out together. I thought of her as a combination of my second mom, the sister I never had, and my best friend. As long as I can remember, each of us has always addressed the other by the same name - Buddy. We were both shy and had only a few friends at school, but always felt completely comfortable opening up and talking to each other about everything. And because of our age difference, she taught me a lot. When her family visited mine during Summer vacation when I was between first and second grade, my parents got a sitter for both Megan and me, never leaving the two of us alone together. I greatly missed the one on one interaction with her. Right after Megan and her parents left, I asked my parents why they wouldn't let Megan be my sitter this time. They said they didn't want to tell me, but since I asked, they would. They explained that three months earlier, Megan and been caught with marijuana in her locker. As a result, she was arrested and expelled from school. Shortly afterward, her parents enrolled her at a Catholic school in the hope that she wouldn't have anymore bad influences. My parents said that since Megan has done drugs, they don't trust her to be alone with me. I had been so successfully conditioned to believe that all drugs were terrible, I was disappointed in Megan. But I still loved her and desired closeness with her as much as ever. Similarly, she had been obese as long as I'd known her, yet that didn't change my feelings about her either. The next few years, she and I still weren't allowed to be alone together, but my relationship with her deepened, especially when I got an e-mail address and my own phone and we started corresponding almost every day. An exciting new dimension of our relationship formed when my family visited hers during my Summer vacation between sixth and seventh grade. I was 12 and Megan was 19. When my parents and I got there at about 10:00 PM, Megan's parents told me that she was at her job. She had just finished her first year of college and was working as a waitress. Shortly after arriving, I put on my pajamas, lay down on a couch in the living room, and fell asleep almost immediately. I looked forward to seeing my cousin the next day. About 2 AM, I woke up thirsty and walked out toward the kitchen to get a glass of water. The house was completely quiet, but when I waked past the back door, I heard a slight gust of wind. I walked over to the door and was concerned to find it slightly open. I hoped that no one had broken into the house. I peaked through the curtain and much to my pleasant surprise, I saw Megan standing on the back porch. She was wearing only a long T shirt and her back was to the door. By that time, she had reached her full adult height of 5'3" and was 230 lbs. with curly shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, a pale complexion, and 40 DDs. Her fat was very evenly proportioned throughout her body. Upon my opening the door in excitement, Megan instantly jumped in fear and did a 180 in the air. When her bare soles returned to the concrete, she was facing me and her right arm was behind her back, giving me the impression that she was hiding something. Upon seeing that it was me, her face lit up. "Hey!" she said ecstatically. With wide grins, we walked quickly toward each other and had a long, tight hug. "Hi, Buddy!" she said. "Good to see you!" I responded. "Good to see you, too!" Megan then gave me a very tight squeeze, let go, and continued talking. "But hey, it's late! You better go back to bed! We'll have lots of time to hang out tomorrow!" I almost immediately figured out why she was trying to get me to go back in the house. She looked extremely euphoric, like I'd never seen her before, and I saw smoke rising from behind her back. And within a few seconds, i smelled something very different than cigarette smoke. I figured that it was probably marijuana, especially knowing that she'd smoked it before. Wanting to know for sure, but not wanting her to be afraid that I'd be upset with her or tell her parents, I spoke to her in a lighthearted, non-threatening manner. "What are you holding behind your back?!" I asked. She grinned, blushed, and stared down at the porch. After a few seconds, I spoke assuringly. "It's okay, Buddy; I won't tell on you! I know you smoke marijuana!" "How do you know that?!" "My parents told me about the time you got arrested and expelled for it!" "Oh yeah?!" "Yeah!" "What do you think of that?! Do you think I'm a bad girl because I like to get massively fucked up on weed?!" "No, you're a good girl and you're my best friend!" "Aw, you're so sweet!" she said as we hugged again with her initiating it. "So are you!" I responded. Megan then let go of me and showed me that she was indeed holding a joint. "Have you ever done weed before?!" she asked. "No!" "How come?!" "I don't know, I guess I'm afraid." "Afraid of what?!" "I guess getting caught and harming myself." "Hey, you're not going to harm yourself! Don't believe what your parents and teachers say about weed! That's all a bunch of fucking bull shit to scare you! I've been doing weed for seven years, since I was your age, and I'm doing better than ever!" "Well what about getting caught?!" "I've only been caught once in seven years and that's because I was really fucking stupid, bringing it to school! I know how to avoid getting caught now! My parents think I've only done it once!" "How many times have you done it?!" "Almost every day for the last seven years. I guess that's about 2,000 times!" She then held the joint a few inches in front of my face and gave me an enthusiastic offer. "Come on, try it!" she said. "I don't know!" I said shyly, while staring down at the porch and being afraid to do it. "Come on, it'll make you feel better than you've ever felt before!" After pausing for a few seconds, she added "Come on, you know I wouldn't let you do anything that would hurt you." She then paused for a few more seconds and said "Look at me! Do I look like I feel good?!" "Yes!" "We'll wouldn't you like to feel that good, too?!" That line got me interested in trying. "Maybe!" I told her. "Okay, here's what we're going to do!" she said. "I'm going to teach you how to do this, you're going to smoke this joint to my instructions, and if you don't like it, no problem, you don't have to do it again!" I was still very nervous about it, but I wanted to experience the euphoria that she felt, and furthermore I wanted to impress her, as she was the person who I looked up to the most. So after a few more seconds, I said "Okay!" softly and reluctantly. Grinning even more now, Megan lightly placed the joint between my lips and then gave me step by step instructions. "Okay, now very slowly inhale until I tell you to stop." I did and instantly started coughing hard. Megan immediately smiled and hugged me, which I reciprocated. She then spoke very assuringly. "It's okay, honey. That happens to everybody their first time!" After a few more seconds, during which time I caught my breath, she let go of me, took a couple of steps back, and continued her instructions. "Okay, we're going to try again. Very slowly inhale until I tell you to stop." I did so again and this time coughed only mildly. After about 10 seconds, she said "Okay, stop and hold it." I did so and almost immediately felt what I later realized was the THC going to work on my brain. Euphoria filled my body and my senses became enhanced, bringing a huge grin to my face. After holding it for about five seconds, Megan took the joint from my lips and instructed me "Okay, now very slowly exhale," which I did. From there, she and I went back and forth with the joint until it was done. From that night on, I was a huge weed fanatic and Megan and I were weed buddies. Almost every night when we were together, we sneaked outside in the middle of the night and got fucked up. And at the end of each of our visits to the other, she gave me a few joints so I wouldn't have to wait until the next time I saw her to get fucked up again. And to top it off, she gave me a lot of great tips on hiding the weed and not getting caught. Almost two years after I started doing weed, I went through puberty and discovered my other obsession. In March and April of my eighth grade year, as temperatures became warm, many girls started wearing flip flops again. I had noticed that pattern for several years, but this time it had a dramatic affect on me - especially when a girl slipped off her flip flops and I saw her soles. I became massively turned on at the sight of female soles and spent much of my class time staring at them, without ever getting tired of it. I didn't understand why I was attracted mostly to female soles rather than female private areas, and I was initially uncomfortable about it, but I didn't let that stop me from staring at them every chance I got. And a few weeks after my fetish began, I wondered if I'd get to see Megan's soles when I visited her during Summer vacation. When I'd been around her before, she'd almost always been barefooted or wearing flip flops unless she was outside in very cold weather. And even then, she wore flip flops more often than not. I felt dirty and perverted for wanting to see my cousin's soles, but nevertheless thought about it constantly for the next several weeks until I saw her again. Finally, in late June, I visited Megan again. When my parents and I arrived, it was about 11:00 PM and she was in bed asleep. I lay down on the couch within a few minutes and pretended to quickly fall asleep. It had been three months since I smoked the last of the joints that Megan had given me the last time I saw her, which had been in February. I didn't want to wait another day. I was determined to get fucked up on this night, and for my weed buddy to join me. After about an hour, Megan's parents seemed to be settled in their room and my parents in the guest room. So I made my move. I quietly entered Megan's room, closed the door, and turned on the light. She was lying in bed on her left side, facing me, with a blanket almost up to her shoulders. I stood right next to her bed and admired her natural beauty. Though I'd desired to see her soles for several weeks, I now had romantic thoughts about my cousin for the first time. I so much wanted to join her in bed and cuddle with her all night. And I wanted to have sex with her. But I felt almost certain that those things would never happen. I thought seriously about touching her in some way, or at least pulling up her blanket to see her soles, but I was afraid that she'd wake up and that it would very badly hurt our closeness if she knew about my romantic and sexual desires for her. After a couple of minutes, I decided it was time to wake her up. "Buddy?" I whispered. She immediately opened her eyes. Upon seeing me, she grinned and got out of bed, groggily but quickly. "Hey there!" she whispered as we wrapped our arms around each other. She was wearing nothing but a long T shirt that went down almost to her knees. I caught only a quick glimpse of her feet as she got out of bed, but I was noticing many beautiful features about her that I never noticed before. After all, this was the first time I'd seen her since I began puberty. And for the first time, sharing a hug with her and feeling her huge rack pressed against me got me hard. It was also the first time that I noticed being taller than Megan. As she let go of me, she grinned and whispered "Well, I guess you waking me up in the middle of the night means that you want us to go outside and get fucked up out of our fucking minds!" "Oh, fuck yes, you know me so well!" I responded. "Okay, I'll get the weed!" she said as she playfully pinched my left cheek. At that, she walked over to her closet and I looked closely at her feet for the first time. They were short and wide with stubby toes, each of which had a ring of fat around it. They were great and got me hard, but I much prefer the bottom of the foot to the top. She was wearing bright red nail polish on both her fingers and toes. And when she opened her closet door, I was in for a great surprise. On the floor inside were about 25 pairs of flip flops and only one pair each of running shoes, boots, and work shoes. Ever since my fetish began, flip flops had greatly turned me on, just as many guys get turned on by female underpants. I'd rarely ever seen Megan wear any shoes other than flip flops, and because of my new interest in female soles and flip flops, I decided to mention her shoe choices. I wanted to gain some insight about her flip flop fixation and ask in a way that wouldn't imply my fetish. "Do you have enough flip flops?!" I asked. "Yeah!" she said as she turned to me. "That's about all I ever wear on my feet, so I buy them in a bunch of different colors, so I'll have a pair to go with whatever I'm wearing on the best of my body!" "Why do you like flip flops so much?!" "They're comfortable as fuck! I hate the feeling of my feet being closed in! If it never got cold, I'd either go barefoot or wear flip flops all the time!" "Sometimes you wear flip flops even when it's cold!" "Yeah, as long as there isn't snow on the ground and I'm not in danger of frostbite! Sometimes during the Winter I'll be walking outside with flip flops when it's 25 fucking degrees and people stare at me like I'm crazy, but honestly, my feet don't get cold very easily! I guess because I'm so fat!" "I'm glad you like them so much! Then I was in for one of the greatest rushes of excitement that I've ever experienced. She suddenly dropped to her knees, giving me a full view of her soles. And they were absolutely amazing; two of the best I'd ever seen, highlighted by what looked like a round puff inside the bottom of every toe. My hard on intensified and my cock started throbbing. I later looked inside her running shoes and found that she wears size 6. Megan was opening a small safe on the floor in her closet. I quickly grabbed my phone out of the pocket of the sweatpants I was wearing and snapped pictures of her soles as quickly as I could, continually standing and leaning slightly closer, in the hope of getting as close as possible without her noticing. And thankfully, she fucked up the combination a couple of times, giving me even more time. And she didn't seem suspicious of me at all, apparently thinking that I was watching her try to open the safe. Finally, after about two minutes, she got the safe open. By that time, I was kneeling behind her and photographing her soles from just a few inches away. She then leaned forward slightly to reach into the safe, then returned to her upright position a few seconds later, scrunching her toes in the process. The scrunch drove me over the edge. I suddenly felt an amazing euphoric sensation, completely unlike any I'd ever experienced. Powerful chills went racing through my whole body and I felt like something was building up in my cock and was about to explode. I wanted so much to cry out in pleasure, but I forced myself to remain silent. After a few seconds, I ejaculated for the first time, saturating much of my sweatpants with my first load of come. It lasted about 45 seconds and ended at about the time that Megan closed the safe and stood up, holding a joint and a lighter. We walked through the back door to the side of the house with no windows, which is where we usually got fucked up when we were together, whether at my house or hers. Unless we were the only two people home, we no longer got fucked up in the backyard. We were concerned about being easily seen there if one of our parents opened the back door. I'd always loved the sensory enhancement that weed gave me, but when we smoked this time, the weed made me horny and obsess even more in thinking about Megan's soles. I decided right there and then that when I had sex, I wanted to be fucked up on weed. And at the same time, I decided that I was deeply in love with Megan and that she was the woman of my dreams. Over the next four years, I masturbated literally thousands of times while looking at pictures of Megan's soles. And often my fantasies involved her dominating me, I guess because I'd always looked up to her so much. Furthermore, every time I visited her, I secretly took a pair of her flip flops home with me and often used them to masturbate. The next time I visited, I secretly put the pair I borrowed back in her closet and then took another pair home with me. I also never had a girlfriend or even tried to get one, because I was so much crazier about Megan than anyone else. I knew that many people would disapprove of me having such feelings for my cousin, but I didn't care. I knew that if I repressed those feelings, I'd be the one losing out. And every time one of us visited the other, I managed to take more pictures of her soles. Sometimes dozens or hundreds at a time, when I was lucky enough to catch her asleep with her soles uncovered, or we got fucked up and she passed out before I did. And late most nights if I didn't have school the next day, I sneaked outside to the side of the house and jacked off to pictures of Megan's soles. I held my fuckstick in my left hand, and my phone and a joint in my right hand, and shot hundreds of loads into the lawn. Near the end of my ninth grade year, however, I was devastated to learn that Megan had been arrested for dealing marijuana and would probably be going to jail for a long time. I had known since she was 18 that she was dating a guy, but I never met him and she told me little about him. I never asked, because I was so in love with her, I didn't want to think about her being with another man. When she did talk about him, she never sounded happy with him or in love with him, and I was glad, even though I was almost 100% sure that I'd never have a romantic or sexual relationship with her. She had moved in with him three months prior to her arrest, much to the disapproval of her parents, who disliked and were suspicious of the guy. It turned out that he had been a heavy dealer for a long time, and got Megan to work with him. She pled guilty and received a five year sentence. With good behavior, she could be paroled in half that time. She and I wrote at least two letters to each other a week. I wanted to visit her, but the prison was 500 miles away and my parents weren't willing to drive me. Through her letters, she often seemed very depressed and said that my correspondence was the only joy of her life. Because I was unable to see her soles in person, I relied on her pictures even more. And since many of her items were still in her room at her parents' house, when I was there, I often took home four or five different pairs of her flip flops. I even took a few pairs of her underpants each time and often wore them, which made me feel even closer to her. And when I visited her parents, I slept in Megan's bed instead of the couch. That made me feel even closer to her, especially since the first few times I did, I smelled her perfume. I don't know what kind it was, but she'd been wearing it for as long ad I could remember. I also found a local source for weed, and was relieved that I didn't have to wait until Megan was out of prison to get fucked up again. Sex with My Stoner BBW Cousin Ch. 01 In addition, I found a web site called Public Feet, in which people upload foot pictures to their own rooms. I named my room "My Cousin Megan." I uploaded all of my sole pictures of Megan to the room and got rave reviews. I ended up building several great friendships with other sole fetishists who I met through the room. I sent many of them full resolution versions of the their favorite pictures of Megan's soles, and told them my feelings about and fantasies of her. Some of those guys were uneasy about me being so in love and lust with my cousin, but some others thought it was hot and told me to go for it. Early in my senior year, Megan was paroled and moved back in with her patents. Having sent each other over 100 letters each while she was in prison, she and I now talked, texted, and e-mailed each other almost every day. She told me that I was the only joy in her life, and that her parents just lectured her about how bad weed is and that she deserved the prison time that she got. That gave me even greater urgency to see her. That October, my school had a teachers-in-service, resulting in the students being off on Thursday and Friday. Right after school on Wednesday, I drove out to visit Megan - the first time I'd ever visited her without my parents. When I arrived, about 9:00 PM, Megan ran out of the house very enthusiastically, barefooted and wearing a black sweatshirt and black jeans. It was the first time I'd seen her wear all black, and it was a big turn on. And I was amazed that she was running so fast. Much to my shock, she was now 315 lbs., but still had pretty good speed. And her extra weight didn't bother me at all. I've always been very attracted to large women. She was standing in the driveway on the left side of my car by the time I parked, holding something in her right hand. When I got out of the car, we had a very long, tight, and dramatic hug, in which she broke down and cried on my right shoulder, as I comforted her. After about five minutes, she seemed like she had largely calmed down. I then looked at her eye to eye and said "I missed you, Buddy!" "Awww, I missed you, too!" Then she showed me the object in her right hand - a brownie. She broke it in half, gave me one and kept the other. "Here, I baked these just for you!" she said as she handed me my half. "They look great!" I said, then ate my half as she ate hers. After finishing, we walked inside and had a late dinner with her parents, who went to bed shortly afterward. Near the end of the dinner, I started vaguely feeling symptoms of being fucked up, but figured it was just my imagination because of being with my weed buddy for the first time in almost three years. As soon as her parents went to bed, Megan and I sat down together on a living room couch. I began "I know this sounds crazy, but I actually feel a little fucked up right now!" "Me too!" she said with a mischievous grin. "Do you think that's just our imagination?!" "No, we are a little fucked up!" I sat in confusion for a few seconds before she revealed the truth. "There was weed in that brownie that we ate!" "Are you serious?!" I asked, having not realized that it was possible to get fucked up on weed by any method other than smoking. "Yes! I learned it in prison!" She went on to explain exactly how it works, and that while it takes about two hours to get completely fucked up, the high lasts much longer, is much better, and, unlike smoking it, doesn't dry out your mouth. And to top it off, because of the lack of smoke, we can easily get away with doing it inside. She sure was right about all of that. I had the best high that I'd ever experienced. Megan and I sat there and talked until 2:30 AM, when she went to bed. Unfortunately, I didn't see her soles all night, but hoped I would the next day. When she went to bed, I lay down on the couch and started checking my e-mail on my lap top computer, but fell asleep in a few minutes, still wearing the sweatshirt and jeans I arrived in. About 1 PM, I woke up to the sound of Megan saying "Buddy!" I opened my eyes and saw her standing next to me, smiling and holding two weed brownies. She was wearing a white T shirt that went about halfway down her thighs and had flowers on it. "I brought you breakfast in bed!" At that, she gave me one of the weed brownies, and we ate them at the same time. She then took me into the dining room and we ate a late breakfast together. As soon as we finished breakfast, we walked back to the living room, and she sat down on the couch I slept on with her legs spread out and her soles fully on display. I sat cross legged on the other end of the couch and stared intensely at her soles, which I'd desperately missed, having not seen them in person in almost three years. And they were even hotter than before. They were a little wider, a little puffier, and the circle of fat around each toe was a little bigger. She and I sat there in the same position until 4:30, when she got up and walked to her room, telling me that she'd be right back. By that time, we were totally fucked up, even much more so than we were the night before, as this time each of us ate a full brownie, rather than just half of one. Maybe because I was so fucked up, I didn't realize at first that she didn't come right back. After a few minutes, I thought that maybe she was on her phone or computer. Finally at 5:20, I decided to check up on her. The door to her room was open, so I walked right in. A chest of drawers was on the immediate right of the entrance, followed by a nightstand and her bed. When I got far enough in to see the bed, I froze in shock. Megan was lying on her back with her head on a pillow and her shirt pulled up to her waist. Her eyes were open, but she gave no sign that she knew I was in the room. My heart rate instantly skyrocketed as I shook in extreme excitement and nervousness. For the first time, I saw her cunt, which I could see was very wet. I also saw a tattoo of a marijuana leaf on her right hip. Prior to that, I didn't realize that she had a tattoo. And her soles were both fully visible. I had no idea what to do. I wondered if she was so fucked up that she didn't realize she'd left her door open while her cunt was exposed. I thought about quietly walking out and hoping that she didn't notice me, but I stayed because I so much loved what I saw and thought I'd probably never see it again. After I'd been in the room for about 30 seconds, she slowly turned her head and locked her eyes on mine, but showed no emotion. Then she spoke, also without emotion. "I want you to make love to me," she said. That put me in the most extreme states of shock, nervousness, and excitement that I'd ever experienced. I had intensely desired sex with her for four years, but was much too afraid to pursue her, and was almost 100% sure that I'd never have her. Yet now she was asking me for it. And making even much better was that we were both totally fucked up on weed. As my body shook and sweated profusely, I paused for about five seconds and wasn't sure what to say. "Now?!" I asked. Still speaking without emotion, she began "Well, my parents are going to be home in about 10 minutes..." I interrupted her not with words but with actions. I didn't give a fucking shit how soon her parents' arrival was. I'd been so consumed for so long by this desire. In a process that literally took only about three seconds because I was completely running on adrenaline, I unbuttoned and unzippered my jeans, took them and my underpants off at the same time, and took each of my socks off. I then ran over to the door, closed and locked it, then ran over to the bed and climbed on top of my cousin to give her my virginity. She calmly grabbed my hard on with her right hand and guided me inside her. She was very tight and the clasping of her cunt on my fuckstick felt amazing. Suddenly realizing that my sweatshirt was still on, I started taking it off with the intention of taking Megan's shirt off right afterward. But she gently placed her hands on my back and softly said "No, leave it on," which I did. Our eyes then locked on each other's and remained so the rest of the way. I pushed forward for a couple of seconds but didn't get anywhere and realized that I was already fully inside. Slowly, I backed out everything but the head and then slid it in all the way. I was amazed at the awesome sensation that I felt every time her tightness caused my skin to put pressure on my head. After a couple of thrusts, I felt like I knew well enough what I was doing, and then my adrenaline completely took over. I began fucking her at full speed. "Buddy," I gasped in ecstasy after just a few seconds. Megan showed no reaction but after a few more seconds she softly said "Slow down." Usually I would do whatever she asked me to, but this time I was overcome by the extremely intense combination of feelings that I was going through. I kept on at top speed. After only about 35 seconds, I felt my orgasm begin. "I'm gonna come," I told her. A few seconds later, I began by far the most phenomenal orgasm I'd ever experienced. I gasped very loudly and gave my cousin's cunt the biggest load of come that I'd ever shot. After about 30 seconds, my orgasm stopped and Megan still showed no reaction. I was very excited about what had just happened, but wondering why Megan made such a strong advance at me, and how exactly she felt about me. After about three minutes. We were both still silent and looking at each other eye to eye. I was still very tense, sweating, and a little short of breath. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Yeah," I responded, "I'm just overwhelmed." At that, Megan smiled and said "Me too!" But a few seconds later, we heard a car driving in and she looked dismayed. "Shit," she said. "That's my parents. Get dressed and get me a towel." I got dressed almost as quickly as I stripped a few minutes earlier, went out in the hall, got Megan a towel out of the linen closet, and gave it to her. She wiped her cunt while I handed her shirt to her just as the front door opened. And hearing the door open caused me sadness, as I wanted to know exactly what Megan was feeling, but now I thought that she and I would be hanging out with her parents for the next few hours. "I hope we'll have a lot of time to talk tonight." I said softly. "I think we should talk right now!" she said smiling. "Let's go out for dinner; just the two of us! "That would be great!" Megan and I walked out to the living room and she told her parents that we were going over to a nearby plaza for dinner. They seemed fine with that. She then went back to her room and came out a couple of minutes later wearing a gray sweatshirt, blue jeans, and black flip flops. The plaza was adjacent to Megan's subdivision and only about a 10 minute walk from her house. As soon as her house was out of sight, she took my left hand and we almost immediately interlocked our fingers. That made me feel good, as it was a clue that she wanted more from me than just a one time fuck. On the way to the plaza is a park. While walking through it, Megan said "I think it would be more comfortable to talk here instead of a restaurant." Prior to that, we hadn't talked since leaving the house, though I felt very close to her and think that she did to me as well. "Yeah, you're right!" I said. We sat down at a picnic table, straddled the bench facing each other, and held our four hands together. As soon as we sat down, I began the conversation. I tried to be lighthearted but was actually nervous, very much wanting Megan to be my girlfriend and afraid that she wouldn't want that level of an emotional commitment. "Well, where do you want our relationship to go from here?!" "Well, I'll go ahead and tell you the whole story!" "Okay!" "When I woke up this morning, I noticed that you had fallen asleep with your computer on and that you were writing a message to one of your friends, telling him that you were at my house, that you think it's fucking hot that I gained so much weight while I was in prison, and that you were going to try to take some more pictures of my soles, and that you could hardly wait to see them again after waiting almost three years! I was like 'What the fuck?!' I didn't know why you'd want any pictures of my soles, or that you took any before, or even that you were into soles! And I've always fucking hated being fat, so I was really surprised that you love it! So anyway, I went into your pictures and saw a folder that said 'Sole Queen Megan,' and I saw that you had over 2,000 pictures of my soles in there! "And then I typed my name into the search feature of your e-mail account and saw all the kinky shit that you've told your friends about me; that I'm the woman of your dreams, that my soles are the two most awesome sites in the universe, and you want to be my boyfriend, my slave, and my whore! Well, I'd never thought of you in those ways before, but when I saw and read all that shit, the film was peeled from my eyes and I realized what an awesome couple we'd make!" I actually wasn't embarrassed when I realized what Megan had found on my computer. I was turned on that she had found it, and overjoyed that she was so positive about it. I began widely grinning as I realized that she'd read that message, and my excitement progressively intensified the more I realized that she'd discovered. As soon as she finished talking, I asked in euphoric amazement "So does that mean that we're a couple now?! "It sure does!" she responded! I suddenly wrapped my arms tightly around her, and she immediately reciprocated. "I love you, Buddy!" I told her. "I love you, too!" she said. At that, we kissed for the first time. Upon our lips meeting, our mouths both opened and our tongues made slow, passionate love to each other. Deep inside, I knew that Megan and I had some big obstacles ahead of us, hiding our relationship or suffering almost certain disapproval from our families. But she and I would deal with that later. Right now, I just concentrated on one thing. My deepest dream had come true. The woman of my dreams, and the two most awesome sites in the universe, her soles, were all mine. TO BE CONTINUED Sex with My Stoner BBW Cousin Ch. 02 CONTINUED FROM PART 1 Only a minute into my first kiss with my cousin and new girlfriend Megan, we were both very hot and horny. Even though our first fuck was only about 20 minutes earlier, we were so ready for our second fuck that we felt like stripping and having it right there in the park. But Megan suddenly pulled back and spoke with a huge grin. "I don't want to hold back, but if we get caught having sex in public, that'll be a parole violation and I'll have to go finish the last two and a half years of my sentence! I don't want us to have to wait that long to fuck again!" "Or get fucked up on weed together again!" I added. "Right! So come on! Let's go get some dinner and then go home!" "Okay, but will we get a chance to have more sex before I go home on Sunday?" Grinning, squeezing my cheeks, and speaking very assuringly, she said "Of course!" She then kissed my lips, grabbed both of my hands with both of hers, stood up, and nudged me to do the same. We walked over to a Subway, got our dinner, and sat down at a table in the back corner, far away from any other customers, so we both felt comfortable talking openly. As we sat across from each other, our eyes locked on each other's. She had a huge grin while I started to feel very emotional. After just a few seconds, tears built up in my eyes and Megan was very concerned. "Are you okay, Buddy?" she asked. "Yes," I said, "I'm just so overwhelmed right now. I've been so in love and lust with you for all these years, and just half an hour ago, I thought we'd never be more than cousins and friends. Now I've given you my virginity and you're my girlfriend. It's my wildest dream come true." While I told Megan that, she began mildly crying, too. As soon as I finished talking, she paused a few seconds to gather her thoughts, then spoke with a slightly shaky but very happy voice. "It's my wildest dream come true also, Buddy. All these years, I dreamed of finding a wonderful man who loved me and was crazy for me just as I am, who didn't give a fucking shit that I'm fat, but I thought it would never happen. I realize now that I've always been in love with you. I just blocked it from my consciousness because we're cousins. I'm so glad you were so open minded and realized that us being cousins doesn't mean that we can't be a couple also. And then to see how fucking crazy you are about my soles - wow, that's fucking amazing! I never thought any man would be so attracted to any part of my body. Especially the bottom of my fucking feet!" The more Megan went on with that monologue, the more calm and secure the sounded. I responded by asking "So does that mean that my sole fetish doesn't bother you?!" "It doesn't bother me at all! I actually think it's very fucking cool! It makes you even more unique!" "I'm very happy that you feel that way! So tell me, how much did you see of what I wrote about you?" "Every fucking word of it! I didn't wake you up until I'd read every fucking word of every fucking email you ever wrote about me, from beginning to end!" "Wow, I'm very hot knowing that you read all that!" "Well imagine how fucking hot I felt when I read all that kinky shit! I was absolutely fucking amazed that anyone, especially you, felt all those things about me!" "Of all the things I wrote, what surprised you the most?!" "Really, all of it! Especially that I was the woman of your dreams and that you love my soles and my weight so much!" "What did you think was the kinkiest thing I wrote?" "That you took some of my flip flops home with you and jacked off with them in your yard at night while you looked at pictures of my soles and got fucked up on weed!" "Did reading all that kinky shit get you wet?!" "Oh fuck yes! By the time we fucked, I'd been soaking wet for several hours!" "So why did you choose for our first fuck to be that way?!" "Because I wanted to totally catch you by surprise and see your reaction!" "How did you like my reaction?!" "I absolutely fucking loved it! Well, I guess I should say I ab-SOLE-lutely fucking loved it! How fast you got undressed, shit, that must've been a fucking world's record! And I also fucking loved that when we were sitting on the couch this afternoon, you didn't take your eyes of my fucking soles for three fucking hours straight! I was thinking to myself, shit, this guy wasn't fucking exaggerating when he said that my fucking soles are the two most awesome sites in the fucking universe! My ex-boyfriend stared at my fucking knockers all the time, but I love it much better when you stare at my fucking soles!" "I'm very happy that you feel that way! But is it okay if I ask you a question about your ex-boyfriend?" "Of course, Buddy! You're always welcome to ask me anything! You always have been anyway, but remember, we're a couple now also!" "Thanks for the assurance! I'm very happy to know that, and of course you're always welcome to ask me anything, too! But anyway, you probably noticed that over the years that I never asked you anything about that guy." Megan stopped and thought for a few seconds, then responded "I never thought about it before, but you're right." "I never asked because I was so in love with you that it was very hard for me to think about you being with another guy." Those words affected Megan very deeply. She responded in a very emotional voice "Aw, it's so sweet that you felt that way. If I'd known back then how you felt about me, I would've fucking dumped that fucking asshole instantly and gone hard after you. In fact, I would've never been with him to begin with, which also means that I would've saved myself from spending those two and a half fucking years in prison." Those words, in turn, made me very emotional. "Are you serious that you would've dumped him for me?" "One hundred per cent. I'm completely in love and lust with you. I honestly never loved him and I wasn't even that attracted to him." "Then why were you with him?" "Well, he'd been my weed dealer since I was 15. Then when I was 18, I got fired from my job for failing a drug test. A couple of weeks later, I'd run out of weed and didn't have money to buy anymore. I was still a virgin and had never even had a date, because no guys ever showed interest in me. So I watched a few porno movies and read some sexual advice pages online, then went over to this guy's apartment and told him that I was broke, but I'd give him a blow job if he'd give me weed. He let me try it and thought I did an awesome job, so he gave me a joint. So then I started going to his apartment almost every day, and he kept the same offer; a blow job for a joint. I kept doing that even after I got a new job, so I could save money, and because I thought it was the only way I'd ever get to have any kind of sex. Then after about three months, he asked to fuck me, and we worked out a new deal - a blow job and a fuck for three joints. And that went on for about four years. Then I lost another job for failing a drug test and he told me that he had a job for me. He said that if I moved in with him, gave him all the sex he wanted, and helped him sell weed, he'd give me all the weed I wanted. Then after I lived with him for three months, I was arrested for selling weed to an undercover cop, and they said they'd go easy on me if I pled guilty and testified against my boyfriend, so I did. If I hadn't, I might've gotten 20 years." Most of that information was completely new to me. Of course, I knew that Megan had that boyfriend and had been arrested for selling weed, but I had never asked her for the details. As I said, I had a hard time thinking about her being with another man. Furthermore, I was concerned that telling me the details of her arrest and imprisonment would be too painful for her. And while it turned me on to know that she'd given a lot of blow jobs, I was sad that she had been in prison and had spent all that time and energy on a guy who she didn't love. After letting everything that Megan just told me soak in for a few seconds, I responded. "So am I correct that you were only with him for the weed?" "Well, that and also the sex. I had no fucking self esteem at all. Like I said, thought that was the only way I could get sex." That broke my heart. I reached across the table with both of my hands and gently grabbed both of her hands. Then I responded, trying to be very comforting and assuring. "Buddy, I'm very sorry you felt that way. I hope you now realize how ab-SOLE-lutely amazing and special you are." "Well, at least I'm getting better in that area, especially now that I know exactly how you feel about me. I still haven't fully recovered yet, but now that we're a couple, I think I can." "I KNOW you can, Buddy." "I hope you're right. But I need to explain something to you." "Please do. Anything that helps me understand you better is good for our relationship." "Okay. Remember right after I put your fuckstick inside me that you started taking off your shirt and I stopped you?" "Yes." "Well, I stopped you because I figured that after you took off your shirt, you'd want to take off mine also. Is that right?" "Yes." "Okay. You see, I've always really fucking hated my body. I mean REALLY fucking hated it. I love being nude when I'm alone, but I don't want anyone else to ever see me nude. When I had sex with my ex- boyfriend, I was rarely nude. When I gave him blow jobs, I usually was wearing a shirt and pants, or at least a long T shirt. When we fucked, I usually just pulled up my shirt far enough for him to get his fuckstick inside me, just like I did with you today. The only exceptions were a few times in the shower and a few times when he worked my knockers. And that was all before I went to prison and gained 85 fucking pounds. I fucking hate my body even more now." "Well Buddy, I'm very sorry you've struggled so much with your self esteem, but I want you to know that I think you're ab-SOLE-lutely fucking luscious and I know that I'll ab-SOLE-lutely fucking love your entire nude body. In fact, I'd love for us to be nude together all the time. I so much hope you'll let that happen." "Well Buddy, thanks so very much for all your assurance. I do totally believe you, and I'll give you a chance to see me nude, but it'll probably take a while for me to get comfortable with it." "Buddy, I'm going to stay with you forever and I'll keep working with you on your self esteem as long as it takes." "Thanks, Buddy. And one reason I put my soles on display for you for all those hours today is because I know you're so fucking crazy about them, so I was trying to get you to focus on them and be distracted from the rest of my body." "Well of course your soles are my favorite part of your body, but I love all of you and want to see all of you." "I still have some hang ups that might take me a few years to completely recover from, but if anyone can get me there, you can. And in the meantime, I'm not going to let those hang ups fuck up our relationship." "Just remember, Buddy; now that we're a couple, neither of us goes through anything alone. Whatever problems either of us has, we'll work through them together. That'll not only make us better people, it'll also make us a stronger couple." "I know it will!" "I'm glad you know that! But I've been wondering, how open are we going to be about this relationship?" "That's a great fucking question; I have no fucking idea. I'm honestly not at all ashamed of our relationship and in fact I'd be proud to tell the whole world about it. I have the most fucking awesome man in the world and what the fuck difference does it make that he's my fucking cousin? But I think all of our parents and especially Grandma and Grandpa would totally fucking shit if they knew we were having sex!" "Yeah, I totally agree with everything you just said! For now I think we should just take it one day at a time and see how we feel." "Good idea!" "And most importantly, let's always be open and honest with each other about that and everything else." "Definitely, and I know we won't have any problem with that!" "Of course not! And one thing that'll help our relationship a lot is that we've known each other so well for so long and are totally comfortable talking to each other about anything." "Yes, especially now that I know all those super kinky secrets that you were keeping from me all those years!" "Yes, and seeing how you reacted to those super kinky secrets, I'm never keeping anything secret from you again!" "You better fucking not!" "Okay, another question! What about contraception?!" "I'm glad you asked! I'm not on anything right now, but I won't be ovulating for at least a few more days, so it's safe for us to fuck unprotected right now! And next week after you leave, I'm going to go get on the shot." "Okay, cool. But would you like us to have kids together someday?!" "Yes, definitely!" "Great, so would I!" "Awesome; I've dreamed of having kids ever since I was a little girl, and it'll be great for us to make that dream come true together!" "It sure will!" "I think maybe five years from now would be a great time to start. You'll have just finished college and I'll be 30, and I don't want to wait much longer than that. Especially since I'd like to have more than one child. I never liked being an only child." "Neither did I, but we always did a fucking awesome job at filling that void for each other!" "We sure the fuck did! I just wish I'd realized years ago that we could fill the romantic and sexual void with each other, too!" "I wish that, too! And now we have to make up for lost time!" "We definitely will! Oh shit, this is going to be so fucking awesome!" "It sure the fuck is!" By this time, we'd both finished our dinner in the last two or three minutes. She stood up and motioned me to do the same while saying "Come on!" "And the key word is 'come!'" I said as I stood up. Megan laughed and extended her right hand to me. I grabbed it with my left hand, we interlocked fingers, and exited. As soon as we were out the door, she stopped and said "Wait a minute, I forgot something!" "What?" She slid her free right hand down her jeans and pulled out a sandwich bag with two weed brownies. "Dessert!" she said with a wicked grin, provoking an equally wicked grin from me. We each ate one of the brownies on the plaza sidewalk. "I don't know about you, but for me, the effects of the ones we ate earlier are starting to wear off!" "Yeah, same with me!" At her initiation, we then went back to holding hands the same way and walking home. I then told her "Hey, I love your weed tattoo!" "Thanks! That was my very first one! I got it on my 18th birthday!" "How would you feel if I got a match of it?!" "I'd fucking love it! And I the guy who did that one is still my artist, so I can have him give it to you! And I have a few other matching tattoo ideas for us also!" "Cool, what?!" "I'm going to make it a surprise!" "I can hardly wait! I'm sure whichever ones you get us will be be very fucking cool!" "They sure the fuck will be!" We held hands until her house was in sight, then went and hung out with her parents for a while. Megan and I sat across the room from each other and tried very hard not to show any signs of romantic and sexual feelings for each other. Right after the 11:00 news, they went to bed and Megan went to her room. However, as she left for her room, she gave me a wink, and I figured that we'd spend a lot of time together that night. I showered, put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants, lay down on the couch, and waited for Megan to come and get me. However, I quickly fell asleep. The next thing I remember was Megan whispering "Buddy! Buddy!" I opened my eyes and saw her kneeling by the couch. The room was very dark, and completely silent, but I could still see that she had a big smile on her face and was wearing nothing but the same T shirt that she was wearing when she took my virginity. "What time is it?" I whispered back. "A little after three!" "Shit, I fell asleep. Sorry." "It's okay, I fell asleep, too! Way too much fucking weed!" She then grabbed both of my hands with both of hers. "Come on!" she said as she stood up and gently pulled my hands upward. I groggily got up and, again holding hands with our fingers interlocked, she walked me back to her room, quietly locked the door, walked me over to her bed, and lifted up the blankets. I got in bed, lying on my right side. She then joined me in bed and dropped the blankets over us. We instantly wrapped our arms around each other tightly, while our hands explored each other's bodies. I started by caressing her back, then pulling her shirt up to her waist and grabbing her right ass cheek with my left hand. Her huge ass felt absolutely amazing. A few seconds later, she rubbed her right sole up and down on my legs, which made my fuckstick throb. And I was amazed that her sole was so soft. "Buddy, that feels so fucking good," I gasped. "Your whole body is fucking awesome. I'm so happy that I'm going to be yours forever." "You're going to be the best boyfriend ever," she whispered back. Our lips then met and we passionately kissed, just like in the park a few hours earlier. But this time there was nothing to hold us back. Our tongues gradually went from making slow passionate love to each other, to out of control hysteria, as we held each other even more tightly. The bed started to shake and we hoped her parents didn't hear it, but were much too into it to stop now. Our faces were soaking wet from all the saliva exchange, my fingers were now digging deep into her ass, her legs were wrapped around me, and she was squeezing my waist with her thighs as hard as she could. I then reached around and touched her cunt with my fingers for the first time ever. It was also soaking wet, and I felt pre-come ooze out of my fuckstick. My touching of her cunt seemed to skyrocket her level of excitement. "Fucking taste me," she instantly demanded. As I let go of her, she aggressively rolled onto her back and I crawled down between her legs. I placed the tip of my tongue on her cunt lips, then slowly licked upward. At that moment, Megan's whole body greatly tightened. She threw her head back on a pillow, closed her eyes, and her mouth hung open in ecstasy. It took every bit of strength she had not to scream. I'd heard different things, good and bad, about the taste of cunt juice. But at least the taste of Megan's didn't bother me at all. I slowly explored her cunt with my tongue, all over, inside and out. She breathed very deeply and was clearly in a state of extreme euphoria. At first, my licking was just random exploring, and as much as she seemed to enjoy it, I was content to slowly take my time. But after about three minutes, the tip of my tongue stumbled onto a bump that she later taught me was her clit. The moment my tongue touched her clit, Megan released a very loud gasp, then urgently whispered "Oh shit, keep licking me there." At that, I started slowly and lightly gliding the tip of my tongue around her clit in circles. Within a few seconds, I realized that I'd found her most sexually sensitive spot. Her body was now extremely tight and she whispered "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit" over and over. Doing this to Megan after being so close to her all of my life, and being so in love and lust with her for four years, would've made me hot enough. But her repeatedly saying "Oh shit" made me even more hot. So did her squeezing my head with her thighs, and getting tighter the more I licked her. About three minutes into licking her clit, I started trying other licking patterns, such as up and down, left to right, and completely random licking. Sex with My Stoner BBW Cousin Ch. 02 A couple of minutes later, she started trembling, so I grabbed her left thigh with both hands and pushed it back toward her upper body. That held her in place as my licking intensified. She continued to lose more and more control of her body. I felt her trying to shake violently as she was filled with extreme pleasure and kept whispering "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," which she went on to say several hundred times over the next few minutes. Ever since I fell in love and lust with her, I had always loved that she had a very filthy mouth. It was a huge turn in to me. But I'd never heard it even half as filthy as it had been in the last 24 hours. That made my new romantic and sexual relationship with her even more exciting. After a few more minutes of licking her clit and holding her down, something suddenly changed. Her level of pleasure seemed to skyrocket and her repeated whispering of "Oh shit" turned simply to loud gasping. A couple of seconds later, she had an amazing burst of strength, pushing me upward with both of her hands. She then very aggressively sat up with her mouth wide open but making no sound, and her eyes shut as tight as can be. Grabbing me by the hair, she grunted in my left ear "Come on you fucking whore; fuck the shit out of your cousin doggy style." At that, probably running on adrenaline, she flipped all of her 315 lbs. over in just about a second, landing on all fours with her ass up in the air. I then pulled my sweatpants down to my knees and was about to crawl up to her and start the fuck, but apparently I wasn't fast enough for her. Her left heel immediately kicked me at full force on the back of my left thigh to nudge me closer to her. As I did, she reached behind her with her left hand, grabbed my massive hard on, and put it inside her. I immediately wrapped my right forearm around her thighs and began fucking her hard and fast. The bed shook violently beneath us. And this position felt even better than did the missionary position in which I gave her my virginity about 10 hours earlier. Doggy style allowed me to penetrate her deeper. And just a few seconds into the fuck, a lightbulb went off in my head. While I continued the fuck, my left hand reached down to my sweatpants and pulled out my phone, then turned on its flashlight app and shone the light down on Megan's soles. Being able to see her soles while fucking her greatly heightened my excitement. It was also very cool to see her ass and thighs shake up and down like gelatin. Megan also seemed to like doggy style better. She reacted far more to it. She gasped over and over and her cunt contracted several times. None of that happened during our first fuck. And the contractions gave my fuckstick an even greater sensation this time. I was hoping to hold my come for her a lot longer this time, but my inexperience combined with the contractions drove me over the edge. I came about as quickly as I did in our first fuck, but my orgasm was even better this time, and lasted about as long, even though the load that I shot her wasn't quite as big. A few seconds after my orgasm ended and I stopped pounding her, she immediately collapsed onto her front and rolled onto her right side with her back to the wall. I then lay down right behind her and wrapped my arms tightly around her as she worked us into a spooning position. I slid my left hand up her shirt had placed it on her belly while I cupped my right hand on her left shoulder. Meanwhile, she held my left hand with both of her hands. "Buddy?" I whispered to her. "Yeah?" she whispered back. "I'm sorry I came so fast." "It's okay," she said very assuringly. "I know you're new to all this. You're doing fucking awesome for how inexperienced you are. You just made me fucking come about 10 times. Besides, you're only 18 and you're going to be my boyfriend forever, so you have lots of time to improve, and I'm going to make sure that you do." "I guess you're going to use your seven years of experience to help me reach my potential?" "I sure the fuck am. And I'm going to demand nothing but the best from you!" "I'll give you nothing but my best, Buddy!" "Yes you will, or you will be severely punished! "Oh shit, we're going to be the best couple ever!" "We sure the fuck are!" "I just had a funny thought!" "Oh yeah?! What?!" "What if someday we apply for a marriage license and they ask why we have the same last name?!" "Oh shit, that would be fucking hilarious!" Suddenly, I began feeling very mushy and started crying. Megan instantly rolled over and took me in her arms, which I immediately reciprocated. "Buddy, what's wrong?" she asked in a very comforting and concerned tone. While still crying, I responded. "When I first fell in love with you, I planned to never tell you and I thought you'd never find out. I just thought that over the years, we'd be cousins, best friends, and weed buddies, and that I'd secretly enjoy your soles. I even thought that maybe I'd come up with the courage to kiss them while you were passed out on weed, or give you a foot massage and hope you didn't suspect that I was doing it for sexual excitement. Then I remember that day when I got home from school near the end of ninth grade and my mom told me that you were caught dealing drugs and could get 25 years. I just ran to my room and cried. I thought I'd never see you in person again. I thought you'd die in prison before the 25 years were up." "Oh, Buddy; I'm sorry you went through all that. I know that must've been so hard on you. If I'd known how you felt back then, I would've tried to comfort you through my letters a lot more than I did, instead of just letting you try to comfort me all the time." By this time, I'd stopped crying, but was still feeling somber. "Thanks, Buddy. But anyway, I was so relieved when I found out that you got only five years and could be out in two and a half." "I'm glad it was at least a relief to you." "It wasn't to you also?" "No, not really. I mean, I understand why it was a relief to you, and of course I would've taken it a lot harder if I'd gotten more time, but it still seemed like such a long time." "I understand; I picked up on that from your letters. You always seemed completely miserable until the last two or three months before your release." "Yeah, I was, but your letters helped me so much and made me look forward so much to getting released, because even though I had no idea that sex and romance would be part of it, I'd still always thought of you as my best friend and of course I kept thinking about us getting fucked up together again." "Speaking of which, I wanted so much to write about weed in those letters, but I didn't, because I was concerned that if I did, they'd be confiscated by the prison officials." "Yeah, that's what I figured, and that's the reason I didn't write about weed, either." "When you were in prison, I bought books of stamps at a time, and writing those letters was always a highlight of my day. And every day when I got home, I always ran to the mailbox and was so happy when I saw a new letter from you." "That's exactly how I felt. And there were plenty of days that I never left my cell. I just sat there on my cot all day and wrote to you, and of course it always brightened up my day so much when I got a letter from you. The sweet things you wrote often made me cry. Looking back now, it's easy to see how deeply you were in love with me. Like I said back at Subway, I just didn't think about it because we're cousins." "I'm so happy that my letters made you so happy. And of course, I'm so relieved that when you found out exactly how I felt about you, you didn't think that I was a fucking pervert!" "Actually, you have that completely wrong! You ARE a fucking pervert! I mean, starting when you were only 14, you took over 2,000 pictures of your cousin's soles and posted them all on the internet, you stole her flip flops and jacked off with them, you stole her underpants and wore them - of course you're a fucking pervert! Just like I am! That's another thing that makes us such a fucking awesome couple!" "I'm very happy that you feel that way! So far, you've seen my perversion a lot more than I've seen yours, but I can hardly wait to see all of yours!" "Buddy, you have no fucking idea! I have so many fucking perverted plans for us, but I'm not going to tell you what any of them are! I'm just going to let you be surprised!" "Wow, that will be ab-SOLE-lutely fantastic!" "It sure the fuck will be!" "Hey, that reminds me! Is there any special reason that you've had such a filthy fucking mouth since you woke me up yesterday?!" "Yes! I noticed that you told several of your sole fetish friends that you love my filthy mouth and that it makes your fuckstick throb whenever I say 'shit' or 'fuck!' So I decided to say those words to you even a lot fucking more than usual!" "I'm very happy that you did, because it's a huge turn on every time I hear you say those words! I never get tired of it at all!" "That's great! I've always loved saying those words! And I fucking love saying them even more now that I know how much pleasure it brings you!" "It also brings me a lot of pleasure when you refer to my cock as my fuckstick! Did you get that word from my email, too?!" "Yes! I'd never seen or heard that word, but I saw that you typed it a lot in those messages, so I figured you'd like hearing me say it! And besides that, I get a kick out of the word!" "That's good! I saw that word one time in an erotic story and immediately thought it was fucking awesome! It's been by far my favorite word for 'cock' ever since!" "Mine too! In fact, from now on, it'll probably be the only word I use for that part of your body!" "I'm very excited to know that!" "Hey, I just thought of something! Next Spring, you're taking me to your prom!" "Really?!" "Yes! I never went to either of mine! My junior year, I didn't have a date, and my senior year, my boyfriend wouldn't go with me." "Why not?" "I don't know; he just said he didn't want to." "It sounds like you still feel bad about that." "Yeah, I do. It's a special part of my youth that I missed out on and I've always regretted that. But now I'll get to fulfill it with you! "Well, I'll be very happy to do that for you! I didn't go my junior year, because I wasn't interested in any woman but you. But it'll be awesome to go with you next Spring and I know we'll make it an amazing experience for us!" "Oh yeah; I already have lots of ideas!" "That's great; I'm sure that all of your ideas are super awesome! And I'll be so proud to have you as my prom date!" "Are you sure you'll be proud to be with your cousin who weighs more than twice what you do?!" "Yes! Of course, probably no one will know that you're my cousin unless we go public about it by then! But I won't be the least bit ashamed to be with you, because you're the woman of my dreams!" Megan started mildly crying at that and clinging to me even more tightly, as I reciprocated. "I never thought anyone could make me feel so secure." "I'm glad I do, Buddy! You're the most awesome person ever and the greatest privilege anyone could have is to be your boyfriend forever." That made her burst into both laughing and crying at once. "Well the greatest privilege I could ever have is to forever be the girlfriend of the most fucking awesome person ever, and that person is you, Buddy!" That brought a few tears to my eyes as well. "I love you so much, Buddy." "I love you so much, too." At that, we began a slow, deep, passionate kiss accompanied by more caressing of each other as the fronts if our bodies touched completely. I thought it was going to lead to more sex, maybe including getting my first blow job and giving my first sole worship. But the massive doses of both weed and excitement over the last two days were too much. In just a few minutes, we fell asleep in each other's arms. The next thing I remember was hearing an alarm, which woke up Megan and me simultaneously. "Shit," she whispered. "That's my parents' alarm. Hurry up and go lie down on the couch, then get back in bed with me when they're gone. Get some rest in the meantime. You need it!" "Okay! I love you so much, Buddy." "I love you so much, too." At that, we had a quick kiss and I ran out onto the couch, where I lay down and almost immediately fell asleep. I looked forward to the day when she and I lived alone together and spent all of every night together. In the meantime, it was a wonderful consolation that after all those years of dreaming and fantasizing, the woman of my dreams, my cousin Megan, was all mine. TO BE CONTINUED Sex with My Stoner BBW Cousin Ch. 03 CONTINUED FROM PART 2 The sound of the front door closing woke me up. I looked at my watch and it read 7:40 AM. I got off of the couch and peaked through the dining room curtains and saw my aunt and uncle getting into their car. As soon as they drove away, I walked into Megan's room, very tired but equally happy and excited. Upon entering her room, I closed the door and locked it, just in case her parents unexpectedly returned home while their daughter and I were asleep or passed out together. Then I stripped completely nude and walked over to the bed. There my cousin was asleep, lying on her front. I joined her in bed and stripped off her shirt. I was so excited about seeing her completely nude for the first time. I quickly noticed that in addition to the marijuana plant on her right hip, she had three other tattoos: *A tramp stamp that looked like a Polynesian design. *On her upper right arm, a butterfly. *On her right side, the phrase "Let the wind of Heaven dance between you too." The phrase was written cursively in black over four lines that stretched slightly below her knockers to slightly above her waist. After looking closely at her tattoos, I looked at her whole body even more closely. I was in awe of the immense natural beauty and ultra sexiness of my huge cousin/girlfriend. I noticed that even when I was completely still, her ass and thighs slightly shook up and down like gelatin. I placed my thumbs inside each of her mountainous ass cheeks and my other fingers on the outside of those cheeks and spread them apart. I then knelt, slowly rolled my tongue up and down her crack, and gave her a massive rim job. Not only did it feel amazing, it tasted sexy as fuck. A lot of sweat had built up between those fat cheeks and a lot of her cunt juice had dripped down there as well. After a few minutes, I'd licked up everything there and then rolled her over. She had a very nice 40DD rack, and while her belly was large, it was in perfect proportion to the rest of her body, unlike many obese women. I then rolled her onto her right side, covered her with the blankets up to her neck, and spooned her as my fuckstick rested between her ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun. I fell asleep in a few minutes. This was the first time that Megan and I had been completely nude around each other and would likely be our first intimate encounter that would last for many hours. I felt like paradise. I woke up again at 2:14 PM and Megan was still asleep. She and I were in the same position. I continued to spoon her and treasure my closeness to her. Finally, at 3:36, Megan groggily rolled over and her eyes were slightly open. As soon as she saw me, she grinned widely, as I did. "Good morning, Buddy!" she said. "Well, it's not morning anymore, but we sure did have a great morning together!" I responded. "Yeah, we did! What time is it?!" "3:37!" "Fuck, I haven't crashed like this in a long time!" "Neither have I! I guess it's the weed combined with all the emotions we've gone through the last couple of days!" "Yeah, I know that's it! And these have been the best two days of my whole life!" "Mine too!" At that, we had a very slow, passionate kiss with the fronts of our bodies tightly pressed against each other, as we thoroughly caressed each other and she rubbed her soles up and down my legs. I got hard again very quickly, then moved my lips away from hers and told her "Oh Buddy, your soles are so amazingly soft. How do you do it?" "I don't know," Megan responded. "I've just always taken great care of my feet. I've always washed them a lot, gotten regular pedicures, put moisturizing cream on them a lot. Maybe subconsciously I always knew about your sole fetish and that we were going to be together someday, so I was I making sure that my soles would be awesome for you!" "Your soles are totally fucking awesome and it's a nice thought that maybe you knew all that subconsciously. But if that was the case, why did you have your first boyfriend?" With total seriousness, Megan said "So I could give him several thousand blow jobs and perfect my skills so that by the time we became a couple, I'd give you the best blow jobs ever." By the time she was finished saying that, I was as hard as I'd ever been. She glanced down at my hard on, then grabbed a small jewelry box from her nightstand and lay it between us. She then slowly opened the box, pulled out a tongue ring, stuck her tongue far out, positioned it so I could see that it was pierced, put in the tongue ring, and put the box back on the night stand. Then, in her most sensual voice, she asked "Are you ready for your first blow job, Buddy?" With my heart racing in excitement and ecstasy, I gasped "Oh yeah." At that, she slowly slid down the bed on her front, as we gazed deeply into each other's eyes the whole time. When my massive hard on was just a few inches in front of her face, she grabbed it by the shaft with her left hand, but then suddenly paused and thought hard for a few seconds. "I forgot something," she casually said. She got up and walked out of the room, and I hoped she'd hurry back. I slowly jacked off to keep myself rock hard. After about a minute, Megan returned with a 12" ruler and a roll of measuring tape, then grabbed her diary and a pen that were lying next to her computer on the desk across the room. She once again lay down on her front with my massive hard on just a few inches in front of her face. Then, showing no emotion, she measured the length of my fuckstick with the ruler, then wrote something in the diary. Immediately afterward, she measured the circumference with the measuring tape, and again wrote something in the diary. I was a little uncomfortable, hoping that the measurement results wouldn't be disappointing to her. Showing no reaction to the results, she set the ruler, measuring tape, diary, and pen on the nightstand. Megan then returned to the same position for the third time, and fortunately for me, the third time proved to be a charm. She locked her eyes with mine again, grabbed my shaft with her left hand and my balls with her right hand, and then curled her legs as far back as she could so that I could see her soles. When they were in position, she scrunched her right toes for several seconds, then released them while scrunching her left toes, and repeated the process over and over. Just watching her soles, especially while they were scrunching, was an extreme turn on to me. Megan's eyes kept staring into mine, which kept staring at her soles. After about a minute, she stuck her tongue as far out, and as far to her left, as she could. She held it still for a few seconds and then, in one swift and sudden motion, she jerked her tongue at full force to the other side, gliding her tongue, and also the tongue ring, across the area just under my spout. As she did, I felt an awesome, chilling, sensation and gasped very loudly. She then placed the tip of her tongue on the bottom of my shaft, causing the tongue ring to touch my shaft about an inch above. She then gave me a lick all the way up, keeping both her tongue, and the tongue ring, gliding against my fuckstick the whole way, bringing me another awesome sensation. Megan's eyes remained on mine the whole time, while mine alternated between her soles and her eyes. But then she shifted her eyes to my shaft. She pulled up my hard on with her left hand, grabbed the skin between my balls with the index and middle fingers of her left hand, and pulled up so that the back of my scrotum was right in front of her eyes. She then glided her tongue and the tongue ring across the back of my scrotum. I had never stimulated myself there, having no idea that it was sexually sensitive. Suddenly, I realized that I'd been missing out. I felt the most awesome physical sensation I'd ever felt. Every speck of my entire body was completely filled with sexual pleasure. As the euphoria began, I gasped at the top of my lungs and focused completely on what was happening. Just 24 hours earlier, I didn't think that Megan would ever be more than my cousin, friend, and fantasy. Since then, I'd given her my virginity, we'd become boyfriend and girlfriend, talked about having children together, and now she was giving me my first blow job. And in the process of that blow job, she was giving me physical pleasure that I had no idea was possible. And to top it off, I was staring at the two most awesome sites in the universe, her soles. Right after my super loud gasp, Megan took my entire scrotum into her mouth, sucked hard on it, and rolled her tongue and tongue ring all over the back of the scrotum, slowly and methodically. I got more similar rushes of pleasure and cried out in total ecstasy and intensity "Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Buddy. Oh shit, don't stop. Please don't stop." My erotic words were fuel for Megan's erotic fire. She was horny at the start of the encounter, but her horniness skyrocketed amid the words that I gasped to her. She didn't respond with any words or eye contact, but she did respond by being much more aggressive. I had known since I was a baby that my cousin was the greatest person in the world. I'd known since I was 14 that she had the best soles. Now it was obvious that, to top it off, she was the best blow job giver. And she was all mine. After about two minutes, my scrotum started losing some of it's sensitivity. A few seconds later, Megan noticed that my gasping was calming. She then placed the tip of her tongue right over my spout and began licking in circles under the head, while she gazed into my eyes again. My pleasure wasn't quite as much as when she first licked my scrotum, but it was very good, and my eyes mostly stayed on her soles, except for watching her tongue and her eyes in a few times. After a couple of minutes of her circle licking, I realized that I was going to come and started gasping loudly again, but Megan kept up just as she was going, and showed no reaction to the gasping. My first shot went straight up her left nostril. She instantly jumped and screamed, but not in horror. It sounded like a scream from a teenage girl when getting playfully splashed by cold water. And as soon as the scream ended, she laughed while taking my head into her mouth, where I shot the rest of my load amid a fantastic orgasm, while I still kept mainly focused on her scrunching soles. For about the first 10 seconds after I stopped coming, Megan stayed in place as if waiting for more shots. Then, concluding that the load was done, she shifted her eyes upward. Noticing that out of my peripheral vision while still staring at her soles, I then shifted my eyes and locked them with hers. I was breathing heavily while she looked completely calm, having given the entire blow job as if she would've been content to give it all day. After a few seconds, she slowly smiled while keeping her lips wrapped around my now soft shaft. In response, I smiled back. She then slowly lifted her head up and licked my cock while it was leaving her mouth. As soon it left her mouth, she held the shaft with her left hand and my scrotum with her right hand, then licked up the big clumps of come from my spout. She then got up on her knees, grabbed a wash rag off of her nightstand, covered her right nostril, and blew her left nostril as hard as she could, ejecting much of the come. Upon finishing that, she set the wash rag back on the nightstand, grinned, and opened her arms. I grinned back, sat up, took her in my arms, and suddenly jerked her to the bed with me, very playfully. As I did, she lightheartedly screamed again. As we hit the bed, we were facing each other, grinning widely, and holding each other closely and tightly as I lay on my left side. My cousin then opened her mouth, showing that my come was still there. In response, I opened my mouth, and we had another deep, long kiss with our tongues making slow, passionate love to each other, and this time with my come swishing around both of our mouths. TO BE CONTINUED Sex with My Stoner BBW Cousin Ch. 04 CONTINUED FROM PART 3 As my cousin/girlfriend Megan and I continued to passionately kiss, we held each other very tightly, and the fronts of our bodies clung together, my hard on returned very quickly. But her parents would be home soon and had the weekend off, which sharply decreased the chances that Megan and I would get to have sex again before I went home on Sunday. And she suddenly stopped the kiss with a big smile. "Hey Buddy! I want us to keep this going, but there's something that if we don't do now, we probably won't get to do it this weekend!" "What's that?!" I asked. "Get you your first tattoo! Come on; let's shower together and get dressed!" I'd been looking forward to getting some tattoos for several years, and was excited about finally getting my first. And even more so, I was excited about my first shower with Megan. And it was about an hour before her parents would likely get home, so Megan and I felt content to not hurry too much. "Go get the water set however you like it, and I'll call and schedule the appointment!" she said. "I'll be right in to join you!" I set the water a little more hot than cold. Just a few seconds later, Megan entered with a big smile. "We have an appointment for seven!" she said. She then took me by the hand, slid the door completely open, stepped into the tub, and guided me in. Once there, we tightly embraced and passionately kissed while my hard on was sandwiched between our bellies and we got splashed with the semi-hot water. The kissing quickly got very intense and she began rubbing her right sole up and down my legs. A few seconds later, my cousin also began grinding her cunt fast and hard against my thighs, to the point that it hurt a little, but was very well worth it. While keeping my right arm tightly wrapped around her, I slid my left hand down between her legs and started working her swollen clit. Her body almost instantly began trembling as her tongue speed went to maximum level, as did mine in response. After just a few seconds, she tightly gripped the soap dish with her right hand while keeping her left arm wrapped around me, and hooked her right leg around my left leg while keeping her left foot flat on the floor. Feeling how horny she still was, even after all the sex we'd already shared in the previous 24 hours, my horniness increased as well. I shifted my middle finger into overdrive, going as fast as possible. Just a few seconds later, as steam covered the walls and mirrors, Megan began shaking violently. She took her mouth away from mine and screamed at the top of her lungs in orgasmic pleasure, shifted her ass away from me, grabbed my left hand with her right hand, forcefully pulled my hand away, then shoved me to the floor with both hands. I landed on my back, and my cousin straddled me while facing away from me. As I grasped and stared obsessively at her ultra-soft soles, she grabbed my cock with her right hand, put it inside her, and rode me reverse cowgirl style. It was like she was riding the mechanical bull. Going has fast as she could, she not only fucked the entire length of my cock with every thrust, she also moved her waist so that she would get the maximum pleasure from the penetration. Though her roughness again hurt my thighs a little, the pleasure from the fuck was amazing, and heightened by my experiencing her soles. Throughout the fuck, my cousin's cunt contracted several times. She screamed hysterically at first, then after a couple of minutes sounded exhausted and began crying out "Buddy!" then taking a deep breath, crying out "Buddy!" again, taking another deep breath, and repeating the process over and over. As the water splashed on her 40DD knockers, I lay back and enjoyed my cousin totally fucking the shit out of me while I savored the two most awesome sites in the universe, her soles. After about five minutes, I felt my orgasm begin. In my three fucks so far, this was the longest I'd held it by far. "Buddy, I'm gonna come!" I gasped. "Oh yeah, shoot that load inside your cousin, Buddy!" she replied. I did so, having my best orgasm yet, and in the process gasped at the top of my lungs, while she returned to out of control screaming. After I finished coming, she kept riding me just as hard until I got very soft, at which point, she fell forward and laid on her front, struggling to catch her breath. Then I decided to do what I'd been longing to do for four years, having masturbated literally thousands of times while fantasizing about it. I got up on my knees, rolled my cousin over onto her back, grabbed her right foot with both hands, lifted the sole to my face, and completely worshipped the fucking shit out of it, while the water splashed onto her knees. I kissed the sole thousands of times all over, and also spent lots of time licking and sucking it. Then after a few minutes, I gave the same treatment to her left sole. That worshipping was even hotter than I expected it to be, and I quickly realized that I could do it forever and never get tired of it. TO BE CONTINUED. Sex with My Stoner BBW Cousin Ch. 05 My huge cousin/girlfriend Megan drove us to the tattoo shop, steering with only her left hand, while I held her right hand with both of mine. Meanwhile, I watched with a massive hard on while her bare right foot went back and forth from the break to the accelerator. I was excited about getting my first tattoo, having wanted many for as long as I could remember. I was a little nervous about the possible pain, though I wasn't going to let that stop me. "Buddy?" I said to Megan, softly and a little shaky. "Yes?" she responded. "How much will this hurt?" Megan then spoke very comfortingly to me while gripping me a little with her right hand. "Buddy, don't worry about it. You're getting the weed leaf on your right hip, correct?" "Yeah. That was your first, so I want it to be my first also." "That's very special to me, Buddy. And don't worry, this one won't hurt that much. You have a lot of muscle there, and he won't have to stick the needle into any bones." "That's good!" "But some other parts of your body, it's a lot worse. The ones on my hip and arm were no big deal, but the ones on my lower back and left side hurt like fuck, but they were still worth it." "That's good, and I love all your tattoos. Do you plan to get anymore?" "Oh yeah, I'm just waiting until I lose some weight. I have a lot in mind, some for myself, some for both of us, and I'd like to keep going until my skin is about 75% covered." "That would be awesome and I'd like the same thing for myself." Suddenly, Megan paused and smiled. "I just realized something!" she said. "What?!" "You've seen me nude! I mean, I know we just showered together, but it didn't hit me until just now that I was nude from the time I woke up! I guess you took my shirt off while I was sleeping!" "Yes, I did, and I totally fucking love all 315 pounds of your entire huge body!" "Wow, I'm so relieved! This is the first time in my life that I'm not ashamed of my body, and that I'll feel sexy when I'm nude! And now when people make fun of me for being fat, I won't give a fucking shit anymore, because my super fucking awesome cousin/boyfriend thinks I'm hot as fuck, and that's all that matters to me! I mean, I still want to lose some weight, but it feels so wonderful to know that you'll be hot for me no matter what." I was overjoyed to have cured Megan's lifelong self-esteem problem. A few seconds later. we came to a red light and French kissed while we were stopped, until we heard the car behind us honk, signaling that the light had turned green. As we laughed and my eyes went back to watching her bare right foot work the pedals, I asked her "Do you always drive barefooted?!" "Except for the rare occasions that I'm not wearing flip flops, yes! Flip flops are usually comfortable as fuck, but they get in the way of driving!" she said. "Speaking of flip flops, did you ever look for a particular pair but not find it because it was with me?!" "Honestly, no! I have so many fucking pairs, I wouldn't notice if one was gone!" "Did you ever notice any of my come stains on them?!" "No, but I'm super turned on knowing that you jacked off with them while staring at pictures of the bottom of my fucking feet! I wish so much I could've seen that! It must've been fucking adorable!" "And it was a super turn on for me every time I saw you wear a pair that I'd jacked off with!" At that, she parked in front of the tattoo shop and slipped her flip flops back on, we looked at each other and grinned, had a quick kiss on the lips, and went inside, holding hands with our fingers interlocked. At the front desk was a beautiful, young Native American woman, who was barefooted and wearing only a sleeveless shirt and an elastic pair of gym shorts, displaying dozens of tattoos. She was 5'7" and 150 lbs. with very short black hair, almost dyke level, a flat chest, and an awesome pair of feet that made me particularly want to see her soles. A pair of flip flops was next to her feet. "May I help you?" the woman asked. "We have an appointment," Megan said. "Megan?" the woman asked while looking on the computer. "Yes," Megan said. "Go on to the back room; he's waiting for you," the woman said. We arrived in the back room and I saw Megan's tattoo artist for the first time. He was middle aged and had a shaved head with a goatee. He wore a sleeveless shirt and jeans, and both of his arms were completely tattooed. "Meg!" he exclaimed. "Ink Man!" she exclaimed as she walked toward him with open arms. "Good to see you again!" he said as they hugged tightly. "You too!" Megan said as they let go of each other. "It was a big surprise when my girlfriend told me that you'd scheduled an appointment!" "That's your girlfriend, out at the desk?!" "Yes!" "Wow, she's beautiful!" "I know, but thanks!" "Are you sure she's not a little young for you?!" "Hey, she turned 18 a couple of months ago! She's legal! That's all that matters!" "How old are you?!" "45!" "Did you get the honor of popping that Native American cherry?!" "Oh yeah, a few weeks ago!" "I bet that was sweet!" "It sure was!" "Well, I'm only 25, but one thing we have in common is that we're both robbing the cradle!" "Oh yeah?!" "Yeah!" Megan said as she walked over to me and wrapped her arms tightly around me. "He's 18, too!" "Shit girl, I never had you pegged as a cougar!" Megan and I laughed and he then continued talking. "Have you popped HIS cherry yet?!" he asked laughing. "Well, he gave me his virginity just yesterday!" Then, looking at me, he asked "how was she?!" "Absolutely super fucking amazing in every fucking way!" I enthusiastically told him. Megan then quickly added "And he actually fucking loves that I'm huge!" "Well, you do have an awesome rack!" Ink Man said. "No, I mean he fucking loves that I weigh 315 fucking pounds!" "You've always held your weight very well," he said. "Well, thanks!" Megan said, not being convinced of his words, but nevertheless appreciating them. "Well, like I said, it was a great surprise when my girlfriend told me that you'd scheduled an appointment! I thought I was never going to see you again!" Suddenly turning very serious, Megan then explained "I feel bad that I haven't been here in so long, but I was locked up for the last two and a half years." Ink Man turned very serious upon hearing that. "I'm very sorry; I had no idea." "I got caught selling weed to an undercover cop in that alley downtown between the theater and the printing shop. As soon as he showed me his badge, I panicked and ran, but I couldn't run very fast and his partner jumped out and tackled me. My fucking parents wouldn't bail me out or hire me a lawyer, because they said weed is bad and I deserved whatever sentence I got to teach me a lesson, so I had a public defender and he got me a deal where I pled guilty and got five years, and they paroled me in half the time." "I'm very sorry about that. I know that must've been very hard for you." "It was. I was so fucking depressed until about three months before I was released." But then taking me back in her arms while still looking at Ink Man, she said "But it was all fucking worth it, because now I have the man of my dreams!" "I'm happy for you, girl; you deserve it. Especially after everything you've been through," Ink Man said. Then he turned his attention to me and said "You've got a special girl there, you take care of her." "I sure will!" I said. "She's been the woman of my dreams for four years and now that I have her, I'm never going to let her go! I'm going to serve her like the queen that she is forever!" "And if he doesn't, he will get severely lashed!" Megan said. Everyone laughed at that, and then Megan said "Hey, I just realized I forgot to introduce you two! Buddy, Ink Man," she said while extending one hand toward each of us. He and I said hi and slightly waved to each other, then he asked Megan "So what are you getting today?" "Well, actually the appointment is for him! He's getting a replica of the weed leaf on my right hip!" she said. "No problem!" he said, but added that he was required to check my ID, to make sure I was 18. I showed him my driver's license and he suddenly paused for a few seconds, seeming to be in shock and confusion. "Wait a minute," he said. "Why do you two have the same last name?" Megan and I looked at each other in embarrassment. It hadn't occurred to us that showing an ID would give a clue that we were related. After a very uncomfortable silence of about 20 seconds that seemed much longer to Megan and me, she softly said "We're cousins, but we really are in love." "What, are you two from Mississippi?!" Ink Man jokingly responded. Megan and I laughed in relief and then he continued "I think that's fucking hot. If you two cousins let me watch you two fuck, I'll give him the tattoo for free, and I'll even make a high quality porno movie for you two." I instantly loved that idea - someone seeing the immense love and lust that my cousin and I have for each other, and getting a porno movie out of it. But I held back saying so, in case Megan was uncomfortable with it. But while grinning, she said "I can tell by the hard on that's popping out through Buddy's jeans that he loves that idea! And so do I!" "Then let's go!" Ink Man said. He led us out to the lobby and said to his girlfriend, in a very serious tone, "Shannon, time to close up. These two are cousins and we're going to take them home and make a porno movie for them." As I watched in excitement as Shannon slipped her flip flops on, she looked amazed and was speechless for a few seconds before saying "Are you fucking shitting me?!" "Dead serious," Ink Man replied. "Wow!" Shannon said. "This is going to be fucking hot. "Oh yeah!" I said. "I want you and your boyfriend to see that my huge cousin and I make the perfect couple, sexually and otherwise!" "We sure the fuck do!" Megan added. The four of us got into Ink Man's car. He and Shannon sat in the front while Megan and I sat in the back. A couple of minutes later, we got to Ink Man's house. He guided us into his room, where Megan and I immediately stripped nude while he and Shannon got the gear set up. "Have you video taped a lot of couples?" Megan asked. "Several," Ink Man answered. "We make good supplemental income that way." "Tax free, too!" Shannon added. "But this is going to be our first incest movie!" "And that doesn't bother you at all?" Megan asked. "No not at all! It shows that you're open minded and not willing to let societal norms hold you back from finding your complete emotional and sexual fulfillment! I could tell from the moment you two walked into the shop that you were completely in love with each other, so why should you hold back just because you're cousins? In fact, that probably gives you two an even stronger foundation to build on, since you've known each other all your lives and have probably built a lot of trust with each other." "Definitely!" Megan said, and I agreed. She and I already knew how real our love for each other was, but Shannon expressed it better than Megan or I ever had. "I mean, look at me and Ink Man," Shannon said. I'm 18 and he's 45, and we're from completely different cultures, so society says we shouldn't be together, but we don't give a fucking shit about any of that, because we know we're a perfect couple, and that's all that matters, just like with you two." Then Ink Man said "Okay, we're rolling. You two get at it." Megan and I both knelt on the bed facing each other, wrapped our arms around each other, and began a long, deep kiss. As our tongues made slow passionate love to each other, my left hand slid down to her wide, bouncy ass and dug my fingers into her right cheek. I gently lay her down on her back and rolled her over. I'd given her a rim job that morning, but she was asleep, and I wanted her to experience one while she was awake. I spread her humongous cheeks as far apart as I could and lightly rolled the tip of my tongue all over her tight, puckered rosebud. And as was the case that morning, I tasted a lot if her cunt juice that had dripped down. Meanwhile, Ink Man hovered over me with the camera. "Mmmmmm, that feels so good," she moaned. "Now I understand why lesbians like it so much!" "How do you know lesbians like it?!" asked Shannon, beginning a long conversation between her and Megan. As I continued the rim job, Megan responded "When I was locked up, I had a dyke cellmate for a few weeks. She told me that when she found out her asshole was so sexually sensitive, it was like discovering that she had a second cunt!" "Is that how it feels for you?!" "Well, I doubt I could ever come this way, but it feels so much better than I would've guessed." "Is this the first rim job you've ever gotten?" "Yeah! I just got released six weeks ago, and Buddy and I just became a couple yesterday!" "Wow, that's amazing! But none of your previous lovers ever rimmed you?" "No. I just had one previous lover and he was selfish. All he ever did was fuck my cunt, fuck my knockers, and have me give him blow jobs. We never even kissed." I was amazed and honored to know that I gave my cousin her first kiss. "He sure was missing out, then, and I'm glad you found someone so much better!" Shannon said. "Me too!" Megan said, then suddenly rolled over and grunted "Come on, you fucking whore, taste your cousin's cunt." I did just that, diving between her legs, wrapping my arms around her thighs, sticking out my tongue, and going to work. Her clit was already swollen and I licked it hard and fast all over. Megan immediately began moaning loudly. And this time, I was much more confident than when I first went down on her in the middle of the previous night. Maybe I was improving very rapidly, maybe Megan was even more turned on because we had an audience and were making a porno movie, but whatever the case, she came very quickly this time. "Shit!" she shouted at the top of her lungs as her body suddenly shook violently, forcing me to hold on tightly to keep her cunt in my mouth. I kept licking her as if my life depended on it, as she moaned loudly in ecstasy and gushed out come all over my face like a faucet turned all the way up. After coming for about two minutes straight, she sat up with her mouth hanging wide open and her eyes tightly shut, harshly grabbed me under my arm pits, and jerked me up, saying "Come on, Buddy; totally fuck the fucking shit out of your huge cousin, you fucking whore!" She then threw herself backward, taking me with her, grabbed my hard on with her right hand, and put me inside her. But before I began the fuck, I leaned up, hooked her left leg with my right arm, and pressed her sole onto my face. I then began fucking her with medium speed but strong force while I zealously worshipped her sole. "What the fuck?!" Ink Man said as he moved the focus of the camera from the fucking to the worshipping. "Believe it or not, the bottom of my fucking feet is his favorite part of my body!" Megan said, sounding like she was building to another orgasm but didn't find the conversation distracting. "Wow!" Shannon said. "What does he like about the bottom of your feet?!" "I have no fucking idea!" Megan responded. "But I don't give a fucking shit! Whatever attracts the man of me dreams to me, I'm totally fucking cool with it! Besides, his super obsession with the bottom of my feet is so adorable! He took over 2,000 pictures of them over the years and jacked off to them! I just discovered that yesterday when I went through his computer while he was asleep, and that's when I realized that we belong together as a couple! We've always been super close, but I had never thought about him in a romantic or sexual way until I saw how he felt about me, and then I suddenly realized he's the man of my dreams!" "Aw, that is so sweet! You two make an adorable couple!" Shannon said. "And a fucking hot couple!" Ink Man said. "That too!" Megan said. Throughout the conversation of the other three people in the room, I was largely oblivious, concentrating much more on the complete euphoria that I was experiencing with the woman of my dreams, my 315 lb. stoner cousin and sole queen, Megan. Worshipping one of her phenomenal soles, while at the same time fucking her, was extraordinary. I stared at her sole from such a short distance that I could see her foot prints and toe prints while I fanatically kissed, licked, and sucked the sole all over. As if that weren't enough, I felt the awesome sensation of her very tight cunt clasping and contracting on my rock hard fuckstick, which had been a virgin just the day before. And to top it off, knowing that this was all going to be preserved in a porno movie made the sex even more exciting. Shannon looked and sounded more and more turned on throughout the conversation and then decided to do something about it. She stood behind Ink Man, unbuttoned his jeans, pulled his jeans and underpants down to his knees, sensually licked the fingers on her left hand, and began playing with his hard on. Using only the fingertips of her left hand, she slowly massaged the area just under his head, while gripping his scrotum with her right hand. Ink Man continued the filming but started moaning softly. Shannon then said in ecstasy "I want them to film us after we're done filming them." Voicing exactly what I was thinking, Megan said "We'll be glad to" while starting to sound breathless. Suddenly, even though Shannon was only massaging Ink Man's cock - not jacking him off - he sprayed a massive shot of come onto Megan's knockers. She lightheartedly screamed, just as when I'd shot come up her nostril and tackled her onto her bed a few hours earlier "What the fuck?!" Shannon exclaimed, clearly not expecting him to come at that time. "Sorry," Ink Man said, apparently thinking that Megan and I would be mad at him. But Megan could tell by the look on my face that I was turned on, as she clearly was, too. So she patted her knockers with both hands and enthusiastically said "Give me the rest of your load!" As Ink Man focused the camera on Megan's knockers, Shannon jacked him off and he covered Megan's huge rack with several shots. Meanwhile, I increased my fucking and worshipping to maximum speed, and shot a big load inside her just a few seconds later, while having a mind blowing orgasm and loudly gasping "Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Buddy." As soon as my load finished, I pulled out and lay on Megan's left as she lay flat on her back and we both caught out breath. I held her very lovingly and rested my head on her left shoulder, while she opened her hands and slowly rubbed Ink Man's come into her knockers, while he filmed it. Watching with envy, Shannon exclaimed "Shit, girl! How fucking big is that rack?!" "46DD!" Megan answered! "It was 40DD when I got locked up, then I gained 85 pounds during the two and a half years I was in!" "Oh fuck, what I wouldn't do to have that rack myself!" "I'd gladly give it to you, because it's a pain in the fucking ass, and besides, my cousin/boyfriend is much more interested in the bottom of my fucking feet!" I then placed my left hand on Megan's right hip and rolled her onto her left side. She and I gazed deeply into each other's eyes for a few seconds, then started grinning at exactly the same moment, at which time we began another long, deep, passionate kiss - this time with not only our arms but also our legs wrapped around each other. What a perfect way to end our first porno movie. TO BE CONTINUED. Sex with My Stoner BBW Cousin Ch. 06 CONTINUED FROM PART 5 My huge 315-lb. cousin/girlfriend Megan and I rolled around on the bed as our tongues made slow, passionate love to each other, our hands explored each other's bodies, my thighs squeezed her waist, and she glided her mega-luscious soles up and down my legs, while I felt Ink Man's fresh come rub from her knockers into my body. That was the first time I ever touched a man's come other than my own, and much to my surprise, the sensation actually felt good and sexy. Nothing about it bothered me at all. As if this were a formal Hollywood shoot, I was expecting Ink Man or Shannon to say "Cut" at any second, but neither of them did. I got the impression that to film us for so long after I came, they must've been loving what they were seeing. However, I couldn't see their reaction, because my eyes were tightly shut. I listened closely, thinking maybe I'd be able to hear them breathing in ecstasy, but any such sound was drowned out by the loud slurping noises that Megan and made during our marathon French kiss. After a few minutes, so much saliva had oozed out, our faces started slipping and sliding all over each other, which led us to greatly increase our speed and aggressiveness. Finally after about 15 minutes, our tongues were almost numb, but my hard on was back. Feeling it sandwiched between our bellies, Megan suddenly grabbed it tightly with her right hand and grunted a stern commandment. "Alright, you fucking 18-year old whore. I'm going to roll over into all fours and stick my two humongous ass cheeks up in the air, and when I do, jam your massive fuckstick inside me and pound the fucking shit out of your 315 lb. cousin, doggy style." The sheer force and explicitness of Megan's words got me even much more turned on than I already was. As she rolled into position, we both noticed that Shannon was holding a joint and a lighter, while Ink Man still held the camera. "I noticed your weed tattoo, so I figured you wouldn't mind if I lit one up!" Shannon said grinning. "Fuck no, anything that has to do w ith weed, we never fucking mind, do we, Buddy?!" Megan responded. "Definitely not!" I said. "Megan and I were weed buddies for six years before we were fuck buddies!" Then Shannon asked "Meg, did you ever get any while you were locked up?" "No, and that totally drove me fucking crazy," Megan responded. "Those two and a half years were almost the only days I haven't done weed in the last 13 years! I missed weed almost as much as I missed my Buddy!" "Aw, you two are so sweet together!" Shannon said. "But you're also kinky as fuck together! A 315 lb., 25-year old stoner just out of prison, and her skinny 18-year cousin who's obsessed with the bottom of her fucking feet, and she calls him a whore!" "Yeah, we're probably the weirdest couple of all time, but we wouldn't have it any other way, would we, Buddy!" Megan asked laughing. "Fuck no!" I said. "Did you give him such a filthy mouth?!" Shannon asked. "Oh yeah!" Megan said. "One time when I was 11 and he was four, I accidentally said 'fuck' in front of him and he repeated it, and it was just adorable! I told him he could say it as much as he wanted around me, but not to ever say it around anyone else!" "That's cute!" Shannon said, then lit the joint. She inhaled like a pro, then handed the joint to Megan, who started inhaling but quickly coughed very hard. "Sorry!" Megan said. "That's my first time smoking in almost three years. Since I got out, I've only eaten! I need to get my tolerance back!" As Megan inhaled again, this time coughing only mildly, Shannon asked "How is eating? I've never tried it before." As a now fucked up Megan handed me the joint, she said "Oh shit, it's absolutely fucking amazing! It's the best! You do have to wait a couple of hours to get totally fucked up, but once you get there, oh shit! And you stay massively fucked up for hours!" While I started smoking, Shannon added "Wow, that sounds amazing! Could you get me and Ink Man some edibles?! We'll get you two some free tattoos in return!" "Of course, that would be awesome!" Megan said, in what turned out to be the last words of the conversation. Throughout the conversation, I stared at her soles to stay hard, and it worked. Furthermore, now that I was fucked up, I was even hornier. Through all the edibles of the last couple of days, I'd forgotten how awesome it feels when the THC goes straight to my brain. Right after smoking, I handed the joint to Ink Man, who started smoking as I wrapped my right arm around Megan's thighs, grabbed my fuckstick with my left hand, pulled the skin over the head, and drove myself all the way inside my cousin. As soon as I entered her, she tilted her pelvis and gasped in pleasure. I then began fucking her both at full speed and full force. Though our mouths were very dry from all the kissing, her cunt was soaking wet. For most of the fuck, I stared at her soles, while sporadically staring at the two mountains that are her ass cheeks, as she shook violently and the bed sounded like it was going to collapse beneath us. Ink Man largely focused the camera on the penetration, while also doing several close ups of her 46 DD knockers, which I guess were shaking up and down like gelatin, just like her ass cheeks. Shannon held the joint the whole time and went around in a circle, smoking herself, then holding the joint for Megan, me, and Ink Man, in that order, while we smoked as well. Only a little over 24 hours had passed since I lost my virginity, yet this was already my fifth fuck, plus I'd gotten a blow job in that time span. So finally I was able to hold my come for a long time. I still didn't feel like a pro, but I felt like my sexual skills had come a long way in a short time. And I looked forward to watching 45-year old Ink Man perform on 18-year old Shannon, figuring that I could learn a lot from him. Within a few seconds of starting the fuck, Megan had a small orgasm, lightly shaking and gasping. Within 30 more seconds, she had another orgasm, this one a little more intense. For the next several minutes, that pattern continued, while she also started shifting her pelvis around, looking for the precise position that would maximize her pleasure. It was obvious that she was extremely experienced. During her four years with her ex-boyfriend, they must've fucked thousands of times. And her 2.5 years of celibacy in prison clearly hadn't eroded her extraordinary skills. Megan soon seemed to find the optimal position and angle for this fuck, and she moved her body perfectly in sync with mine. She became lost in incestuous lust, having one orgasm after another, each more intense and longer lasting than the one before. Around her 15th orgasm, she started losing control. and her moaning switched to hysterical, ear splitting screaming. Her body became ultra tight and she scrunched her soles, locking them in place. Finally, the climax hit. She reached the monster orgasm that she'd been building toward. She later told me that she lost her sight and lost awareness of her surroundings until this orgasm faded out. This time, rather than one orgasm that lasted several seconds and was quickly followed by another orgasm, she now had one long, gigantic orgasm. She threw her head back and she screamed at the top of her lungs as her body shook even more violently. I squeezed my right arm tightly on Megan's thighs to hold her in place while I continued to pound her as hard and as fast as I could. A few seconds after starting that, I felt my orgasm build up. This being my sixth in a little over 24 hours, I shot her very little come, but the euphoria was still amazing, as awesome as I'd ever felt. After my orgasm stopped, I continued pounding Megan for several more seconds, until hers stopped as well. As soon as it did, I let go of her, she collapsed to the bed, and I lay on top of her and planted little kisses on her face, as sweat poured off of her whole body and she struggled to catch her breath. After a few minutes, she passed out, probably from a combination of the weed and the exhaustion. I then turned to Shannon and Ink Man and said "I guess it's your turn now!" Saying nothing, Ink Man handed me the camera while he and Shannon stripped nude and got in bed on Megan's right. As Shannon lit another joint, she got down on all fours and stuck her ass up in the air while Ink Man forcefully jammed his fuckstick up her ass, using no lubrication. As he growled and grunted like an uncaring beast interested exclusively in his own pleasure, and not giving a fucking shit about his girlfriend's, he intermittently slapped her ass as hard as he could. Shannon passed the time by smoking weed with her left hand, holding herself up with her left elbow, and working her clit with her right middle finger. She had several orgasms and clearly was focused on the weed and her clit while ignoring the ass fucking. Meanwhile, Ink Man was paying no attention to the pleasure that she was giving herself. I mostly filmed from their left and made sure that the passed out Megan was in view most of the time. I also stood behind them a few times and filmed close ups of Shannon's soles. They weren't quite as luscious as Megan's but were still amazing. After about five minutes, Ink Man began gasping and shot a load deep into Shannon's bowels. She looked relieved that it was over, apparently getting no pleasure from anal penetration. She started to pull out but he held her in place and said "Not so fast, Baby Girl; I'm not done yet." While continuing to work her clit, Shannon now smiled for the first time since this encounter began. A few seconds later, I heard Ink Man's now soft fuckstick shoot a huge load of piss into Shannon's bowels. "Oh shit, that feels so fucking good!" she said. "The warming sensation is amazing!" "Let's go get you cleaned up, Baby Girl," Ink Man said. "Okay!" Shannon said. Then, turning to me, she asked "Would you and your cousin like to take a shower with us?!" "I'd love to!" I said. Then, shaking my cousin/girlfriend's exhausted 315-lb. body, I said "Buddy? Buddy?" At that, Megan slightly opened her eyes. Upon seeing me, she grinned and spoke, sounding very tired but equally happy. "Did I fucking pass out?!" she asked. "Yes! But you can watch the video and see what you missed!" I said. "And now we're going to take a shower! Would you like to join us?!" "Of course!" she said as she groggily got up. I then turned the camera off as the four of us walked to the bathroom and crowded into the shower. Megan and I washed each other completely while Shannon and Ink Man did the same. We then got out of the shower and dried off but didn't get dressed. Instead, we all walked nude out to the fenced in backyard, where we had a cookout and went through several more joints, as we sat around the table on the porch. Ink Man passed out shortly after we finished eating, but the rest of us continued smoking. Both Megan and I got way too fucked up to drive, so she called her parents and told them that she and I had gone out of town to a WWE event that we'd just learned about a few hours earlier, and that we were going to make a weekend trip out of it. They accepted her explanation, but reminded her that she had to be home by Sunday morning for mass. Upon her release from prison, Megan's parents set several conditions for allowing her to live with them, and one was that she attend mass with them every weekend. Nevertheless, I was ecstatic that Megan and I would be together and away from her parents until Sunday morning. And her excuse was very believable. Megan is a lifelong die-hard fan of pro wrestling. Her room is widely decorated with wrestling memorabilia, including many autographed items and pictures of her posing with her favorite wrestlers. She has attended about 75 WWE events in person, often traveling several hundred miles to do so. As soon as Megan mentioned WWE, Shannon lit up and then spoke as soon as Megan hung up. "Wow, you're into the WWE also?!" "Yes!" Megan said. "You mean you are, too?!" "Oh yeah! You want to go inside and watch tonight's episode of 'Smackdown?!' I DVRed it!" "Wow, so did I! But I might as well watch it now instead of having to wait until I get home!" Then, turning to me, Megan said "Come on, Buddy!" The three of us went inside and even though I'm not into the WWE, I love watching it with Megan, because she gets into it so much, cheering, booing, and shouting as if she's there. And I'd long wanted to attend a WWE event with her to see how she reacts to seeing it in person. I love Megan so much, seeing her happy makes me happy. Megan and I sat side by side on the living room couch and I started to join them, but Megan held out her right open hand, and said in a very serious tone "Buddy, since you don't give a fucking shit about wrestling, I have other plans for you." "What?!" I asked in confusion. At that, she took a pillow off the couch, dropped it on the floor in front of her, and sternly commanded "Fucking worship my soles." "Yes, Mistress Cousin," I said, as I lay down with my head on the pillow while she rested her extraordinary soles on my face. That was not only fine with me, it brought me to paradise. I had craved her soles so intensely for so long. Throughout the show, Megan and Shannon got heavily into it, and talked about the WWE, while I worshipped Megan's soles. They passed joints back and forth between each other, while Megan placed another joint between her toes for me to smoke while worshipping her. I went through three joints in that position and passed out near the end of the show. TO BE CONTINUED Sex with My Stoner BBW Cousin Ch. 07 My huge cousin/girlfriend Megan and I returned to her house on Saturday night, just a few minutes before midnight. My right hip was sore from getting my first tattoo; a replica of the marijuana leaf that Megan had in the same place. But it was worth the pain; I loved my tattoo, and looked forward to Megan and I getting several more; together and individually. I especially wanted to get a high definition tattoo of Megan's soles on the front/top of my thighs. While I was getting the tattoo, Megan smoked weed for several hours and passed out. When it was time to go home, I got her up just long enough to walk her out to the car, and walk her into her home when we arrived. Her parents were already in bed, so I went ahead and went to bed with Megan. We both stripped nude and I spooned her as we lay on our left sides. I treasured the closeness to the only woman I'd ever been interested in. I set the alarm on my phone for 5:45, at which time I planned to go lie down on the couch. Her parents' alarm was always set for 6:00. After a few minutes, I heard Megan's phone vibrate. I looked on the screen at it said "New message for whitebbwstoner4bbc." I was shocked and not sure what to think, so I grabbed my phone, which was lying next to Megan's, and entered whitebbwstoner4bbc into a search page. Dozens of matches came up and the first one appeared to be a personal ad. I clicked on it and immediately saw a picture of Megan with a black cock several inches into her mouth. Her eyes were closed and she was clearly in a state of pure ecstasy. And much to my amazement, the picture actually turned me on very much. I instantly got rock hard. I could tell that the picture was taken a few years earlier, as Megan was a lot thinner in the face, and I assumed that the cock belonged to her ex-boyfriend, who I had no idea was black. I clicked on the picture to see it at full size and looked all over at it for several minutes. I looked forward to seeing it full size on my computer screen when I got home. Then I returned the picture to normal size and looked at the rest of Megan's ad. First was this questionnaire. Name: Sugar Age: 25 Height: 5'3" Weight: 315 lbs. Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue Educaiton: Bachelor's degree Has kids: No Wants kids: Yes Smokes: No Drinks alcohol: No Does drugs: Yes Tattoos: Yes, 4 Pets: None Personality: Stoner. Below was this paragraph: I'm a white polyamorous BBW stoner who was just released from prison after serving almost 2.5 years of a 5 year sentence for dealing weed. I'm into dominant muscular athletic black guys, weed, Cleveland Browns and OSU football, UFC, WWE, and any kind of alternative or hard core music. I'm looking for multiple dominant muscular athletic black guys in their 20s-40s for a serious relationship. WHITE GUYS DON'T EVEN BOTHER. You must be a daily weed user like I am, and willing to start having kids within 2-3 years, especially since I want more than one. I'm a very bad and kinky girl with an extremely filthy mouth, but I'm also totally submissive, selfless, loving, romantic, and easygoing. If you like my profile, and you fit the description of what I'm looking for, message me and we'll go from there! I was in shock and my hard on was throbbing. I had no idea that Megan was polyamorous, submissive, or into black guys. And since she was into "dominant muscular athletic black guys" and said for white guys not to even bother, I wondered why she was interested in me, as I'm a thin submissive white guy. I also wasn't aware of Megan ever going by the name "Sugar." Other than that, though, Megan's description of herself was exactly like I knew her to be. I then sat down at her lap top, which was on, and started exploring. I found a folder titled "sex videos" and my heart instantly began racing in excitement, and even more so when I opened up the folder and saw that it contained dozens of videos. I put on the headphones and clicked on the first video. At the beginning, Megan and a hulking black guy with dozens of tattoos were sitting on the edge of a bed. He was nude with a hard on and she was wearing a football jersey from the University of Southeastern Ohio. She was always a rabid Ohio State fan, but I knew that at the time of her arrest for dealing weed, she had been living near USO. They were passing a bong back and forth and smoking it, and she looked like she'd already been smoking for several hours. When she wasn't smoking the bong, she held his hard on and fondled it a little. I could tell that someone was holding the camera, but I had no idea who. They looked like they were in the bedroom of a middle class house. The walls were covered with posters, pictures, and drawings of athletics, rap music, weed, and the hip hop culture. Megan was barefooted and sitting crosslegged, so I could see sporadic glimpses of her soles, but clearly the person holding the camera wasn't interested in that part of her body. At the start of the video, right after a very deep inhalation that left her with a massive euphoric grin, Megan said "Oh shit, you guys grow the best fucking shit!" The guy responded "That's a great compliment coming from the only person I've ever met who can outsmoke us!" That made me wonder who "us" referred to. "I've been a daily weed smoker for nine years, so I've had the best, the worst, and everything in between. You black guys have the best weed, and the best cock!" "Well you know that they say! Once you go black, you never go back!" "Yeah, except I've never been with a white guy! I was never attracted to them at all! I've been obsessed with black guys since I was 12, much to my parents' disapproval!" Then the person holding the camera spoke, sounding like another black man. "What would they do if they saw you right now?!" With a grin that was both mischievous and euphoric, Megan said "They'd totally fucking shit! And then when they saw what we're going to be doing in a few minutes, they'd totally fucking shit ten times worse!" The camera man responded "Do they know how much of a stoner you are, Sugar?" "No!" Megan said. "They think I've only done weed once! I got caught with it in my locker when I was 14, and I got arrested and expelled, but I never got caught with it again! They just know that I'm into black guys and that I have a filthy fucking mouth!" "Do they hate that, too?!" "Oh yeah, when I was growing up, they washed my fucking mouth out with soap more times than I can count!" The guy sitting next to Megan had clearly been amused by the conversation and then responded to the last line by saying "I'm going to wash your mouth out with something else!" "You sure the fuck are!" Megan said. "Something that I love to fill my mouth, and something that I love to swallow!" "Oh yeah, I'm ready as fuck for it," the man gasped in ecstasy. Then Megan set the bong down on a night stand, grabbed a pillow from the bed, dropped it on the floor between the man's legs, and knelt on the pillow, as the camera man got in position to film the act that was about to take place, from Megan's left. She then closed her eyes, and kept them closed throughout the act. She grabbed the man's shaft with her left hand and his balls with her right hand, held his cock so that it pointed straight up at the ceiling, took her tongue all the way out, and licked the entire length of his shaft upward. As she licked the area right under his spout, he gasped. Then she made a series of hundreds of licks up and down on that area in rapid succession. She clearly was already a pro by the time this video was made. The man gasped over and over and intermittently made comments such as "Oh yeah, that's a proper blow job" and "That's so good, white mama." The act was hot enough by itself, but even more so because I could tell how much Megan was into it. She was massively fucked up on weed, and giving this guy a blow job was clearly making her extremely turned on. After the guy stopped reacting to Megan licking right under his spout, she then licked the back of his scrotum, causing him to gasp even more loudly. "Come on, Sugar, that's it; give it to me, honey." She kept on over and over and his gasping continued until finally he shouted "Oh shit, I'm going to fucking come." Megan then immediately took his cock into her mouth and began fucking it as he had a tremendous orgasm and shot his load, while gasping loudly in orgasmic bliss. "Oh yeah, Sugar, take all my come in your mouth," he said. When he finished coming, Megan opened her eyes and looked up at the man, slowly slid his cock out of her mouth so that her lips stayed shut the whole time, then turned to the camera and opened her mouth, revealing an extremely large load. She gave the camera man a few seconds to film it, then swallowed the whole thing, and took a deep breath while grinning. "Oh shit! That was so fucking intense!" "Oh yeah!" the man responded. Then the camera man said "Now it's my turn!" "Yeah, you've been waiting patiently!" Megan said. He then handed the camera to the man to whom Megan had just given that amazing blow job. The two men switched places, and by the time they got situated, the other man was revealed to also be young, black, muscular, and heavily tattooed. She then gave him a blow job in exactly the same way, and seemed to be into it just as much. The man also responded much the same way as the first one did. However, this one didn't come as a result of the back of his scrotum being licked. He eventually stopped reacting to that, so Megan alternately rolled her tongue slowly around the area just under his head, then slowly fucked him with her mouth, and went back and forth until he shot her a massive load of his own. And again, she opened her mouth to display the load, then swallowed it. "Now it's my turn again!" the first man said. He gave the other man the camera as Megan climbed onto the bed and got down on all fours. The first man then slid his cock all the way inside Megan and began ferociously fucking her like an uncaring beast. When he made his first thrust, Megan closed her eyes, threw her head back, and her mouth hung open in ecstasy. The guy was clearly very experienced and hit her G spot with every thrust. Megan became short of breath and screamed several times at the top of her lungs, often with her head down on the pillow and her hair covering her face, as she tightly held the pillow with both hands. Meanwhile, the guy was holding her body in place by digging his fingers deeply into her hips, enabling him to control exactly where his cock was hitting. Megan came several times and gushed all over him at least once. Finally, after about 10 minutes, he came inside her. As soon as she finished, Megan collapsed on her front and rested her head on the pillow as she tried to catch her breath. The second man then handed the first man the camera and knelt on the bed. "Come on, it's my turn! Get your fat ass up in the air, white mama!" Megan slowly got back in position, looking exhausted but happy. The second guy fucked her just as the first did, with similar results on both ends. Had I been home alone, I would've been jacking off the whole time, but I decided to save it for Megan, figuring that she and I would have sex again before I went home in late afternoon the next day. After several minutes of being fucked by the second guy, Megan was no longer fully conscious. She was close to passing out, the weed and sex clearly having taken their toll. Realizing that, the guy seemed to stop concerning himself with pleasing Megan and instead just used her as a sex toy for his pleasure. He also held his load for over 10 minutes before shooting it into her. As soon as he finished, he dropped her on the bed, and the camera did a close up shot of her cunt. Lots of come was around the entrance, and some of it was oozing onto her thighs as well as the sheets. Megan could be heard breathing loudly and deeply, until the video stopped a few seconds later. As soon as I finished watching the first video, I copied all of her files onto my laptop. I also noticed that she was logged into her e-mail, so I forwarded all of her e-mail messages to me. I looked forward to watching all of her videos and read all of her messages when I got home. Then a lightbulb went off in my head. I did an online search for USO football. I saw some pictures of the team from past years, and indeed, the two guys in the video were on the team. Now knowing the names of those players, I typed them in, along with Megan's name, and found a series of newspaper articles and TV news clips about the marijuana dealing scandal that put her in prison. It turned out that I'd gotten only a small part of the story. Megan didn't just testify against her boyfriend, but against five guys, all USO football players - the two I'd seen in the video and three others, all of whom were also black, and I now wondered if they were having sex with Megan also. I then got back in bed with my huge cousin/girlfriend and began spooning her again. Nothing I'd just learned about her changed my feelings about her in any way, except to make me even more excited about her. I was now confused about why she was romantically and sexually interested in me, but what I'd seen from her since Thursday afternoon left me no doubt that she was as in love with me as I was with her, so I wasn't worried about it. And I doubted that I'd ever tell her what I'd just found! I was thinking so much about Megan and everything that had happened the last three days, I barely slept, and I was wide awake when the alarm went off at 5:45. I then went out to the living room couch and lay down for a few hours. Megan and I went to mass the morning along with her parents, then came home for lunch. As soon as we got home, Megan went to her room and changed clothes, coming out wearing nothing but a Browns jersey that went down to her knees. The four of us then ate lunch and watched the Browns game. The whole time, Megan and I sat side by side on a couch, but didn't interact with each other much, as we didn't want her parents to get any clue about the nature of our relationship. However, as she was sitting on my right, she strategically rested her bare right foot on her left thigh, so I could see the sole, and she scrunched it many times. I stared at the sole for most of the game and felt lots of pre-come oozing out. As soon as the game ended, I said goodbye to her parents, while Megan went to her room and grabbed a photo album. She and I then walked out to my car, as I prepared to leave. She was still wearing nothing but the Browns jersey. Because she had been so fucked up throughout Saturday, and we spent most of this day with her parents, we had barely talked since Friday night. So I felt a particular need for each of us to say a lot, as we probably wouldn't see each other in person again until the day before Thanksgiving, which was about a month away. As soon as the door to her house closed, Megan got a huge grin on her face. We then sat in the front seat of my car, held our four hands together, and I immediately asked her what the smile was about. "I guess you know!" she said. "Know what?!" I asked, having no idea. "I checked my computer and I know you found some articles about my arrest! So I guess you realized that I only told you a small part of the story!" "Yeah, but please don't worry. It doesn't change my feelings about you in any way," I said very assuringly. "I know it doesn't, Buddy! I could tell just by the way you looked at me all day! In fact, you seem like you're even more turned on by me now!" "Yes, I am!" "That's good! So anyway, how did you find those articles?!" I told her about seeing the push notification, and everything that happened from there, but not that I copied all of her files to my lap top, nor forwarded all of her e-mail to me. She seemed to like it, as much as I did when I realized that she'd learned everything she did from my computer on Thursday. She went on to tell me the whole story; that she had five boyfriends simultaneously, all of whom were black and played football for USO, that they shared a house and ran the drug operation together, and that she testified against all of them as part of a plea agreement to get a light sentence. So then I asked her, in light of her ad, if she is still looking for "dominant muscular athletic black guys," and if she's still interested in polyamory. She responded "Buddy, I was into all of those things, but when I found all that amazing shit on your computer, it completely changed my thinking. I always knew that you were the only person who fully loved and treasured me just as I am, and once I got my blinders off and I realized that us being cousins doesn't mean we can't also be boyfriend and girlfriend, I realized that you're the only one I want. Maybe you're the only white guy and the only submissive guy I'd ever be interested in, but the only thing that matters is that you're the man of my dreams. And you've unleashed a dominant side of me that I never knew I had, and I love it! I've never wanted to dominate a guy before, but now I can hardly wait to totally dominate the fucking shit out of you!" I sat back and listened to the whole thing, feeling very emotional and equally amazed. I soaked it in for a few seconds and asked "But what about polyamory? Do you still want to have other boyfriends, too?" "Not anymore," she replied. "It was fun for a while, but it was too complicated. And I realize that you can fulfill everything I'm looking for in a relationship. And I think it'll be a lot easier for us to raise kids together if neither of us has any other romantic partners. So what do you say we just keep it in the family?!" "That sounds great to me!" At that, we embraced and kissed open mouthed for a few seconds, before she grabbed the photo album and said "I want to show you a few pictures, Buddy." She first showed me one in which her arms were wrapped around my pregnant mother. Megan was smiling joyfully and holding her head against my mother's belly. "Buddy, when I first found out that your mom was pregnant, I was so happy. I didn't have any friends because I was huge. Everybody at school just thought of me as the fat girl, and I somehow knew that you were going to be the best friend I ever had. I even talked to you all the time while you were in your mom's womb." Megan then showed a picture of her holding me when I was a newborn, and was smiling even more joyfully. "You were only about an hour old when this was taken. I was so excited, I ran up to your mom and grabbed you out of her arms. Everyone thought it was funny and adorable to see how excited I was, but they also told me to be careful, because they thought I was going to accidentally drop you!" She then went through several more pictures of us over the years - her changing my diapers, my sitting on her lap as she read to me, her holding my hand as we crossed a street, her pushing me as I sat on a swing in a park, and many others. We then talked about some of the other things that developed in our relationship over the years, especially becoming weed buddies, and then building a romantic and sexual relationship in the last three days. Then she closed the album and looked at me eye to eye, as we held each other tightly and closely. "Buddy," she began, "you've been so many different things to me over the years. You started off as my cousin, who was more like a combination of a son and a little brother to me. Then you became my BFF, then my weed buddy, then my whore and my boyfriend, but that's still not enough for me. I want you to be two more things." I thought I knew what she was going to say, but I needed to hear for sure. "What?" I asked in excitement and nervousness. She confirmed my instinct when she responded "My husband and the father of my children. Buddy, will you marry me?" Sex with My Stoner BBW Cousin Ch. 07 Feeling the happiest I'd ever felt, I immediately answered "Yes!" "I love you so much, Buddy!" "I love you, too!" At that, we had a long, deep, passionate kiss. As soon as it was over, Megan suddenly got a huge grin on her face. "What's that smile about?!" I asked. "I just thought of something!" "What's that?!" "My parents always hated me being with black guys! I wonder how they're going to feel about me going from interracial to incest!" At that be both laughed, but then I added "When and how are we going to tell our parents, and Grandma and Grandpa?" "I don't know, but I'm not worried about it," she said. "We'll figure it out somehow." "Yes, we will. After everything we overcame to be together, we're not going to let that stop us." "No, we're not!" Megan and I agreed that we would call, text, and e-mail each other many times a day. As she beautifully put it, our love is a flower, and the heavy communication would give the flower enough water and sunshine during the time apart. We also agreed that each of us would drive out to see the other, or we'd meet at an in between point, at least every two or three weeks until I graduated from high school in seven months. The day after graduation, I'd move out there, we would get married, and I'd attend a college close to her home. Megan had to continue residing in Ohio until she completed her probation, so her moving to Indiana to reside with me wouldn't be an option for a few years. If her parents accepted our marriage, we would reside with them for at least a few months before getting our own place. Our second choice would be to move in with our grandparents, who resided nearby, if they accepted our marriage. If not, we'd simply get our own apartment together. Megan finished her bachelor's degree in business while she was in prison, so she would be able to provide for us, and any children we had. She and I sat in the front seat of my car for about three hours - talking, kissing, and cuddling. Finally, about 8:00 PM, she told me that even though she desperately didn't want me to leave, I really needed to head home, since I had a five hour drive and had to be at school the next morning. We had a very emotional goodbye in which she broke down and wept as I held her closely and securely in my arms, but kept reminding each other that we'd see each other again next month, and would give our flower plenty of water and sunshine until then. As she stepped out of the car and I turned the ignition, she asked me to text her as soon as I got home, so I'd know she made it safely. Of course, I told her I would. She then walked over to my door, I rolled down the window, and we had one last hug and kiss before I left. "I love you forever, Buddy," I said. "I love you forever, too," she said, crying. "I'll see you in just a few weeks." "Okay," she softly said, now being calmer but still very emotional. Wanting to put a smile back on her face, I suddenly said in a cheerful voice "Incest rocks!" Megan broke out laughing and said "Yeah, especially when you mix it with weed!" Feeling much better about leaving her now that she had stopped crying, I gave her the thumbs up sign, which she immediately reciprocated. As I started driving away, she walked out onto the road and we waved to each other until my car was out of sight. TO BE CONTINUED Sex with My Stoner BBW Cousin Ch. 08 I drove home a much different man than I was four days earlier when I arrived at the house of my 315-lb. stoner cousin Megan. I arrived as a virgin who'd never revealed to her that I was in love with her, let alone that I had over 2,000 pictures of the bottom of her feet and regularly masturbated to them, or that I masturbated with her flip flops and wore her underpants. I left having had several intense sexual encounters with Megan, and being engaged to marry her. About halfway home, while I was stopped at a gas station, I went to Facebook on my iPhone, and checked out Megan's page. Shortly after I left, she had posted a status update - her first Facebook activity since I arrived four days earlier. Her status read "I'm a huge girl, I'm 5'3" and 315 fucking lbs., and for the first time in my life, I'm fucking proud of it!" She had gotten dozens of "likes" and supportive comments in response. I got home at 1:20 AM and my parents were already in bed. I stripped nude except for the pair of Megan's underpants that I was wearing, turned out the lights, got in bed, and texted Megan. "Buddy, I made it home. I'm so overwhelmed by the last four days. Thank you for making my dreams come true. Your cousin, BFF, weed buddy, whore, boyfriend, and soon to be husband, Buddy." The next two weeks, Megan and I heavy gave our "flower" - our relationship - the water and sunshine we talked about. We sent each other literally hundreds of texts, ranging from gentle and loving to extremely kinky, with lots about weed also. We talked on the phone almost every night, usually for about two hours, when I went to bed. And though I was very tempted to, I didn't masturbate, as I was saving it for when she and I met in person again. I don't think either of my parents suspected that Megan and I were having sex, and she said she didn't think her parents suspected it either. I also spent several hours a day watching Megan's sex videos, and I was completed awed by all of them. She was an extraordinary performer who gave 100% every time and never got enough black cock. She looked so satisfied and content whenever she had a black cock in her cunt or her mouth; as if she'd love having it there forever. Sometimes she softly moaned, sometimes she screamed at the top of her lungs, always she had a very filthy mouth, and usually she and the men in the video were smoking weed, or clearly had been smoking it in the last few minutes. Some of her boyfriends also liked giving it to her up the ass, which she had no problem with. She must've been fucked up the ass hundreds if not thousands of times, as the cocks easily slid in and out, even when no lubrication was used. Megan didn't seem to enjoy that very much, but she was happy to please her boyfriends in any way she could. While she was being fucked up the ass, she often scrunched her butt cheeks, to the pleasure of her boyfriends. I also saw Megan get spanked - sometimes playfully, sometimes very hard - with a wide variety of objects. I saw her gagged and bound and used as a sex toy. In one video, she started off in a small cage that she could barely fit into. One of her boyfriends unlocked the padlock, opened the door, pulled her out, and ordered her to hand him the paddle that was hanging on the wall. When she did, he tied her hands together, then tied her hands to a device that was hanging from the ceiling. He paddled her ass and thighs for 10 minutes as she screamed and squirmed, then untied her and locked her back in the cage. And in a few videos, she preceded the sex with dancing for her boyfriend(s). I'd never seen her dance, and she was an amazingly sexy dancer. In particular, her ass shaking was phenomenal. I hoped she'd dance that way for me. And because some of the videos were several hours long, and she had dozens of them, there were still plenty that I hadn't watched by the time we saw each other again. I started to wonder if every sexual experience she ever had was video recorded. My huge cousin/fiancé was now my favorite porno actress! I hoped I'd measure up to her ex-boyfriends sexually, but from watching the videos, I sensed that part of the reason that Megan wanted me as her husband is that none of those men seemed interested in romance and emotional intimacy from her, only sex. Most of the e-mail messages that I forwarded to my address from hers were responses to her personal ads. Many of them were little more than pictures of a black cock. Megan apparently only responded to the ads in which the sender gave a lot of information about himself. It seemed that she was only very interested in a few of them. Her conversations with them generally gave information that I already knew about her, and I was very happy that whenever she gave information about her family, she always mentioned me, saying that I was her best friend/weed buddy, the only person who understood her, and was a big help in getting through her time in prison. Still, she seemed to be boastful about having spent time in prison, as if it cemented her status as a bad girl. On a Sunday evening, two weeks since I returned from my last visit to Megan, she called me excitedly, saying that a WWE event was scheduled for Cincinnati the next Saturday, and that we should meet there, get married, attend the event, and spend the whole weekend together. Of course, I agreed. As soon as school let out on Friday, I drove to a Motel 6 where Megan had made a reservation for us. As I pulled into the parking lot, I called and asked what our room number was, but she told me to pull up to the office. I did and she excitedly ran out, wearing a black T shirt with a huge marijuana leaf and the words "smoke weed" below, black jeans, and black flip flops. She also had a large new tattoo on the top of her right forearm, that went almost from her wrist to her elbow. When she got in the car, she said "Hi Buddy!" and we immediately had a huge hug and a quick kiss on the lips. "What's your new tattoo?!" I asked She held the tattoo a few inches in front of my face and I saw that it was a wide assortment of daisies, in several colors. That seemed appropriate, as she'd always loved daisies. "I'll tell you all about it later," she said, "but we need to hurry so we can get married today!" "Okay!" I said. Megan already had the address of the courthouse programmed into her phone, and she guided me there. As we walked toward the building, holding hands with our fingers interlocked, she became very emotional. "Are you okay, Buddy?" I asked. She stopped and turned to me, so I immediately stopped and looked at her in the eyes as we held our hands together. She was very tearful. "The last time I was in a courthouse, I was sentenced to five years in prison, I thought my life was basically over, and I was screaming and crying hysterically as the guards walked me out. Now I'm going into a courthouse to marry my Buddy!" "And last time you were in a courthouse, it was for dealing weed, and now you're entering a courthouse wearing a weed shirt!" She grinned, we had a quick kiss on the lips, and she said "Come on, let's go!" We went inside and applied for a marriage license. The clerk was a woman who appeared to be in her 50s or 60s. I gave my information first, followed by Megan, at which point the clerk looked puzzled and asked "You have the same last name?" Megan immediately responded "Yeah, we met on a Facebook group for people with that last name!" "Oh, I see!" the clerk said, chuckling, and sounding relieved! As soon as we got the license, Megan and I went to a judge who performed the ceremony. We spoke our vows to each other as we held our hands together and gazed deeply into each other's eyes. And instead of our real names, we addressed ourselves and each other as "Buddy" when reciting the vows. And Megan said that she took me "to be my lawfully wedded whore" instead of husband. The judge showed no sign that he noticed the word change. Throughout the ceremony, we were both very emotional but stayed composed. When the judge pronounced us husband and wife, Megan and embraced and I kissed, then she playfully squeezed my cheeks, as she'd often done since she first held me, an hour after I was born. We then walked toward the exit with our fingers interlocked, and just a few seconds after we got outside, she stopped and turned to me, which I again immediately reciprocated, as we held our hands together. Her eyes were now filled with tears. "Buddy?" she said in a shaky voice. "Yes, Buddy?" I responded. "I've been wanting to tell you this for the last four days since I found out, but I decided to wait until I saw you in person and we weren't pressed for time." "Okay," I said assuringly. "I'm pregnant!" she said, and then immediately broke down and wept as I took her in my arms and she clung to me tightly. And while still weeping, she added "We're having a baby!" I was overjoyed as well. I knew the timing wasn't perfect, as I still hadn't finished high school, but I knew that Megan and I would find a way to work it out. After a couple of minutes, Megan calmed down, then let go of me and showed me her new tattoo. Her speech was still emotional, but now composed. "Buddy, you know how much I've always loved daisies, ever since I was a little girl." "Of course," I said. "When I was in prison, there were only three things I thought much about. Number one was of course seeing you again. Number two was of course getting fucked up on weed again. And number three was seeing and smelling some daisies again." I was gentle but also partly humorous in my response. "Well, you've only been out of prison two months and you've gotten all three of those things! But I bet there was one other thing you thought a lot about!" "You think so, huh?! And what might that be?!" "Getting lots and lots of black cock again!" "You know me so well! But hey, now I have something even better, which is my cousin/husband's cock! I didn't think I'd ever crave a white cock, but I crave the fucking shit out of yours, Buddy!" "Just like I crave the fucking shit out of my cousin/wife's soles!" "I'm still amazed that you took over 2,000 pictures of the bottom of my fucking feet and jacked off with my flip flops for all those years and I had no idea!" "And I'm still amazed you thought it was hot when you found out!" Megan responded by just grinning, blushing, and squeezing my cheeks again. Then she turned serious, while remaining lighthearted. "So Buddy, if the baby is a girl, is it okay if we name her Daisy?" she asked. "Of course, Buddy!" "Oh, thank you!" she said as she wrapped her arms around me, which I reciprocated. After a few seconds, she let go of me and motioned me toward my car. "Come on, let's go to dinner!" We then went back to holding hands with our fingers interlocked as we walked to the car. She then guided us to a steakhouse that was her favorite restaurant in that area. She had often visited Cincinnati for WWE events, and Cleveland Browns games there against the Cincinnati Bengals, so she knew the city very well. Our first dinner together as husband and wife was very romantic, as we sat across from each other, and the whole time gazed into each other's eyes. And within a few second of sitting down, she slipped off her flip flops and rested her bare feet on my lap. I started to massage them, but Megan softly said "No, not right now! I mean, I love it when you massage them, but just let me do something right now!" I answered her simply by grinning, and I was looking forward to finding out what she had in mind. As she slowly rubbed her left sole up and down my right inner thigh, her biggest two toes on her right foot unzippered my jeans. Figuring out what she was doing, I then unbuttoned the jeans, pulled my sweatshirt a few inches below my waist, pulled my underpants down to the middle of my thighs, put my phone in video mode with lighting, and held it inside my sweatshirt to film the action. Now grinning and relishing the covering I'd given her, Megan squeezed my throbbing head, which was already oozing pre-come, with the biggest two toes on her left foot, while caressing my balls with her right foot. She slowly scrunched her left toes and twisted my head around while gently gliding her right toes along the back of my balls. I almost immediately felt chills throughout my body and wanted to gasp out in ecstasy, but I held it all back and acted calm. Megan, however, sensed my extreme pleasure and wickedly smirked. "The more I've thought about your sole fetish these last few weeks since I discovered it, the more I think it's awesome! I never liked guys talking to my knockers!" "So is that the part of your body that guys loved the most?!" I asked. "Yeah, but fuck, no one's ever loved a part of my body anywhere near as much as you love the bottom of my fucking feet! I still grin from ear to ear when I think about you secretly taking 2,000 pictures of the bottom of my fucking feet, starting when you were only 14! So fucking adorable and so fucking perverted at the same time! Same with my 150 lb. cousin wearing my underpants, especially when I weigh over twice what you do!" I then felt my orgasm start, but tried to show no reaction and instead let Megan be surprised. I exploded with a 21 day load of come and her face lit up with amazement as she gasped. As the shots of come continued, she said "Fuck, have you jacked off since the last time we were together?!" "No!" I responded. "No wonder your fucking load is so fucking huge! It's the biggest fucking load I've ever gotten! Except for maybe when you gave me your virginity! That was the fullest my fucking nympho cunt has ever been!" "I bet it was our first fuck that got you pregnant!" "Yeah, probably!" At that, I stopped coming, and Megan set her come drenched feet on top of her flip flops, which were resting on the floor. Looking down at her feet, she said "Wow, even more than I realized!" "Yeah," I said, also looking down at her feet and filming them, "they're almost completely covered!" "So get down there and lick them clean, my lawfully wedded whore!" Fortunately, we were in a position where no one could see it, so I grinned, handed her my phone, and said "Film it!" Noticing that the video was already rolling, she asked "Did you film the foot job?!" "Of course, and now I want you to film the clean up!" "I'll be glad to!" She pointed the phone toward her feet, and then I licked them clean. During my licking, she asked me not to swallow, and I didn't. As soon as I finished, she said "Now open your mouth wide!" I did, revealing that it was filled with my come. She filmed it from close up for several seconds, then lightheartedly commanded "Now swallow every fucking drop, you fucking whore!" which I gladly did. So the first sexual encounter between my huge cousin and me as husband and wife was mind blowing. And it left me wondering how kinky things were going to be in our hotel room over the next two days. TO BE CONTINUED BONUS MATERIALS: As a supplement to this story, I'm including the first letters that Megan and I sent to each other while she was in prison, about 2.5 years before we got married. At the time, I was 15 and had just started my Summer vacation between 9th and 10th grade. Megan was 22 and close to finishing her college degree. Though at that time I was trying to hide my romantic and sexual interest in her, I think it comes through very strongly in retrospect. Furthermore, I think she clearly had similar feelings for me; she just wasn't aware of them yet, because we're cousins. I wrote this letter to Megan the day I got her prison address, which was a few days after she received a five year sentence. Dear Buddy: I'm so sorry and heartbroken that you're in prison. I'd give anything for you to be out. I feel terrible for you, and I'm going to miss you so much. You've always been my best friend in the whole world, and you always will be. That will never change no matter how long you're in prison. I want so much to come and visit you in prison, but my parents won't drive me. I begged them several times, but they say it's too far away. But please believe that I'd come if I could. And I promise I'll write you all the time. My parents told me that you can get out in 2 ½ years with good behavior, so please behave well every day, so you can get out and we can see each other again as soon as possible. I hope the time passes quickly for you, but even if it doesn't, I promise it'll be worth the wait when we're finally together again. I love you with all my heart forever, Buddy, because you're my best friend and the greatest person in the world, and when I see you again, I'm going to give you the biggest hug you've ever gotten. And for now, I send you a big hug through this letter. I'll write again soon and I'll see you again in about 2 ½ years. And until then, I'll be thinking about you every moment of every day. Your cousin and BFF, Buddy And here is Megan's response. Dear Buddy: I've been sitting in my cell for the last two hours trying to write back to you, but I haven't been able to, because I've been crying too hard to see the paper. I've finally calmed down enough to write, but I'm still overwhelmed. Ever since I got arrested, I've just been thinking about you constantly, and I was so afraid that you wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore. My fucking parents wouldn't get me a lawyer, even though they could've afforded it, because they told me I deserve to go to prison to teach me a lesson. So I just had some fucking worthless piece of shit public defender. They wrote me one letter and told me they're not going to send me another one, and they're not going to visit me, because they want me to just sit here and think about what I did, so I'll learn my lesson and not do it again when I get out. I just fucking hate them so fucking much. Grandma and Grandpa at least sent me a nice letter, but they don't understand me. Buddy, you're the only person who's ever understood me and ever accepted me just as I am. You always loved me unconditionally even though I'm huge, even after you found out about my previous arrest, even when everyone else in the family though I was disgracing the family by living with a guy I wasn't married to. So I should've known that my being in prison wouldn't change your feelings about me either. I'm so sorry I doubted you. You proved to me once again that you're the most wonderful person in the whole world, as I knew you were the first time I held you when you were a baby. Being locked up is the toughest thing I've ever been through. I fucking hate it so fucking much, and I'm so fucking depressed. I'm trapped in a fucking 8 X 10 cell by myself. The first day I was here, I got the fucking shit beaten out of me by a gang, so now I'm in solitary confinement for my protection. I could never get through this alone, but you and I can get through anything together, Buddy. So please keep writing me, as often as you can. And when you do write, please tell me about yourself. You didn't do that in your first letter. I know you feel sorry for me, but you're the person I love the most, and you always will be, so knowing what you're up to will always bring a big smile to my face, and I can use all the smiles I can get right now. And also, make sure you do your best in school and get good grades, and stay out of trouble. That'll make your future so much easier. I'll be anxiously awaiting your next letter, and I promise to respond to it right away. In fact, I'll respond to all your letters right away. I only leave my cell to take a shower, so I'll have plenty of time to write to you. In fact, all I'll be doing until I get out is writing to you and working on my degree. They're letting me take college classes from my cell, so I'll be able to get a good job when I get out. Sex with My Stoner BBW Cousin Ch. 08 And Buddy, when I do get out, we're going to make up for all the lost time, I promise. We're going to have lots of awesome times together. And since I doubt my parents will take me back, maybe we can be roommates together someday. There's no one who I'd rather share a home with, and besides, it would be so great to hang out with you every day instead of just a few times a year. We always have such a blast together. I'm getting the fuck out of here as soon as I can, Buddy, and when I see you again, I'm going to give you the biggest hug you've ever gotten. I just hope we don't squeeze so hard that we hurt each other! And until then, I'll be thinking about you every moment of every day also. Your cousin and BFF also, Buddy