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Little Cock

By: No Panty Girl



Michelle had been content with her husband's four and a half inch cock until she had gone to a Doe's party at the Foxes' Den, a male stripper club, for her friend who was about to be married.

It was at the Foxes' Den that Michelle saw her first black cock.

The male dancer was as black as the Ace of Spades, a giant of a man with the physic of a weight lifter. As he removed his loincloth Michelle beheld her first length of prime blacksnake!

His cock must have been at least ten inches long, and he was only semi-erect! Michelle had never suspected such monsters existed outside of folklore after having to have contented herself with her husband's meager four and a half inches all these years.

When the dancer had finished his routine he offered to allow ladies in the audience to come on stage and have a closer look at his weapon. 

Half-in-the-bag Michelle clamored up onto the stage with two other girls. After a brief scuffle Michelle had the prize in her hand.

All the attention had brought the cock to its full potential and Michelle marveled at the weight and size of it. Without regard for the audience she took it into her mouth.

Loud cheers rang through the room as she attempted to stuff as much cock into her mouth as she could.

God he was big, it was like putting the business end of a baseball bat into her mouth. Michelle knew she could not suck him off as much as she would like to, after all they were in public.

With her appetite whetted she returned home to her husband's pathetic wiener.

Michelle attempted to satisfy her awakened sexuality with her husband's little dick but it was useless. After having such a big cock in her mouth however briefly she knew her husband would never be able to satisfy her. 

The Foxes' Den was reluctant to give her the big black bull's number but when she convinced them she wanted to hire him for an event they give in. Tyrone had agreed to serve her friends' drinks at her party for a hundred dollars an hour.

Michelle invited the girls who had attended the Foxes' Den the night she had taken the black cock into her mouth as well as a few of her other friends who she believed were unaware of such monstrous cocks. She also made the bold move of asking her husband to attend so he could see what she was missing.

Forty-year-old Fred Elliot was surprised to see the gaggle of wives show up at his door on the night of the big event. He recognized a few of them as his neighbors' wives and a couple from their Bridge Club. He could see the women were all excited and looking forward to a night of fun.

Tyrone showed up on schedule, before any of the guests had arrived. Michelle had shown him through to their bedroom where he could prepare for his fans.

Fred had been impressed with Tyrone's stature, as he had never seen such a mountain of a black man up close. His muscular arms were well defined and his ebony skin glistened on his shaven head. Fred mused what woman could accommodate such a man?

The room was a din of chatter when Tyrone made his entrance. Fred sat inconspicuously in the corner observing the activities.

Tyrone was wearing only a scarlet loincloth, barely sufficient to conceal his manhood. As he walked Fred got glimpses of what lay beneath and could not believe his eyes.

Could the black man's cock possibly be as big as it appeared to be? Surely not, cocks that big were only attached to horses!

Tyrone was a hit and Fred saw hands slipping under his loincloth as he served the ladies their drinks. Gradually the loincloth began to rise as his tent pole grew in length.

At some point the loincloth vanished and Fred saw his wife holding Tyrone's huge erection in her small white hands. While Fred watched astonished Michelle took the enormous black bulbous head into her mouth. The huge black member passed over her lips and slid along her extended tongue. His wife was sucking the black bull's cock!

Michelle slurped on Tyrone's cock amidst the cheers of her fellow cougars. Soon she was joined by a clash of other females wanting some of the action.

Not to be outdone by the other cocksucking women Fred watched while his wife lowered her jeans and panties. With her back to Tyrone she bent over presenting her bare ass to him to use. Fred could not believe his eyes as ten-inches of black cock disappeared between his wife's legs.

Tyrone held his wife by her naked hips and slid her on and off his cock like he was fucking an old rubber boot.

Michelle was moaning in ecstasy and Fred saw a look in his wife's eyes he had never seen before. She was going to cum with the black cock in her!

Fred realized the joy he had been denying his wife of over all these years. Being a wise man her knew if he continued to deny her of her new found bliss he would loose her. That he did not want to happen so he decided to permit her to have large cock lovers hoping she would not become emotionally attached to these Mandingos. Fred could not imagine his wife falling in love with a black man but be satisfied with their cocks.

The thought of a black man filling his wife's pussy with black baby batter excited Fred, his wife being a white slut for well hung home boys.

Michelle was overjoyed that night as Fred dipped his dinky into her stretched pussy. Fred had told her how much he had enjoyed watching Tyrone fucking her and how he wanted her to take other black lovers. Michelle's husband was giving her a license to fuck black men!

Fred watched while the other women took their turn familiarizing themselves with what they considered a biological miracle. Tyrone's big black cock went from mouth to mouth, occasionally spurting a huge load of his jism over some lucky lady's face. His neighbors started baring their breasts in hopes of having the divine black cock touch them, boldly offering their nipples to be anointed. Fred had never imagined these normally conservative women could behave so shamelessly, they were wives and mothers, members of the Home and School and adherents of the church he attended.

After all had left Fred told his wife that he realized he had denied her of the joy of a large cock over the years and wanted to make it up to her. He explained he did not have the resources to pay for a black stud to fulfill her needs but was willing to help her find a source for black cocks willing to fuck her for their pleasure.

Michelle was overjoyed with her husband's acceptance of her fetish and okay to go outside their marriage to satisfy the need he could not.

Michelle had heard of a local club where white women looking to be picked up by black studs frequented. Fred was all in favor of her making an investigative outing to this possible supply of what she most wanted. 

Fred laid out the outfit for his wife to wear on her fishing trip. He did not want his wife to look like mutton dressed as lamb but he wanted her trashy enough to send an unmistakable signal she was there to get fucked.

Michelle went to Soul City unaccompanied knowing a single woman had a better chance of being hit on than one with a friend. She wore the black mini-skirt Fred had laid out for her with the knee-high black spike heel boots, sheer black thigh-high stockings and tight red cashmere pullover accenting her full bust.

The dimly light club was disappointingly empty when Michelle entered, a few regulars hanging out at the bars chatting up a solitary black female. All eyes turned to check out the new arrival as Michelle strolled over to a table on the darkest corner of the room.

The black bar tender came to her table and took her order returning to the bar. 

Michelle scanned the possibilities. The guys were all considerably younger than her, early twenties to possibly thirties. There were four of them, three light-skinned and one as dark as midnight. They were all concentrating their attention towards the slender black slut seated in their midst. Michelle thought she probably was a prostitute.

The bartender returned with Michelle's scotch on the rocks and asked if she would like company? He told her the lads at the bar would like to join her.

Her outfit had worked, Michelle smiled in their direction and raised her glass approvingly.

Hastily the four bucks joined Michelle at her table to find out if she was looking for black cock.

"What, all four of you?" she grinned in anticipation.

Fred was enthralled when he saw the taxi pull up and his wife get out with not one but four black bucks. He knew he was in for a good night watching his wife getting pounded into the mattress by not one but four bulls.

Fred eagerly greeted the strangers assuring them he was looking forward to seeing them servicing his wife's need for black cocks. Hurriedly he showed them through to their bedroom.

Michelle had drunk enough liquor to remove any inhibitions she may have had and began to put on an impromptu strip-show for her guests. First she pulled the red sweater off over her head revealing her well-filled red bra. As they watched she reached behind her back and released the clasp allowing the tension to pop loose and she pulled the bra forward letting her creamy white mounds to tumble out into view. Her delicate pink rosette nipples measured three-inches in diameter.

Her hands went to the waist of her short skirt and loosening the button she allowed it to fall to the floor around her ankles.

She now stood proudly before her lovers naked except for her garter-belt, stockings and high boots. She wore no panties and her freshly-shaven pussy was begging for black cock.

"Who wants to be first?" she challenged her partners who were standing watching her undress while stroking their cocks.

Fred's cock was as hard as any of them in anticipation of seeing his wife fucked by four horny black bastards.

Michelle threw herself across the bed, legs wide open, from her knees down hanging over the edge of the mattress.

From their vantage point Fred and the black guys could see the pink tissue peaking out from between her labia. A delicate curtain of flesh circled the tunnel into her womanhood. Fred knew it was about to be filled by a thick black monster.

One of the lighter skin guys approached her first holding his beautiful hard erection in his hand. Fred watched intently as the smooth mushroom head parted her open wormhole and begin to slither in. Michelle's eyes widened as she was stretched.

Michelle had never realized how good a cock could feel inside of her; her cunt was like a balloon expanding to accommodate whatever it was subjected to. She groaned a groan of elation as the monstrous black cock disappeared inside of her. 

Fred had never seen his wife in the throes of such ecstasy as she was with black cock in her. He was resolved that his wife would be blackcock fucked by as many black bulls as they could meet. Never again would be have to settle for his little wee-wee! 

Little Cock Junkie



We have had a number of group encounters but I specifically wanted a man with foreskin. I have a particular fetish for men with foreskin, so much in fact that I am researching ways to assist my hubby in restoring his. Western culture really has a thing for whacking up baby boys' penises. But anyway, we put an ad on Craigslist quite some time ago for an intact cock. We had dozens upon dozens of replies. I am not shallow but I have requirements if I am to be intimate with another person so there was a long process of weeding through the candidates. Some were too young or old. Some were simply too big! I am NOT a size queen. I like a nice average 6.5 - 8 incher and not too big around either. When they are too big it hurts and is harder to play with both at the same time. Some were too fat or too hairy. Okay so maybe I am particular but it is my pussy that I am offering up and I want it to be wet for the guy! Some of the guys were only interested in being a bull and doing some hubby humiliation crap (not my thing!). But there was one that had a very nice looking cock and he didn't seem like a bad guy. 

We met at a bar and played a couple rounds of pool and chatted. Life did not permit us to jump into the sack the first night but things started to switch gears when a couple months later we finalized the deal on our house. Our new friend, "Martin", is a locksmith and recommended we get the locks changed as it had been a foreclosure. Naturally we asked him to do the honor of re-keying our locks. This afforded us the perfect opportunity to get to spend some time together at our new home and because we have a Jacuzzi, we invited him over during the evening.

I was eager to jump in the hot tub and not even a little nervous to shed my clothes in front of our guest. Both my husband and Martin immediately followed me into the water. Nerves must have gotten the better of them because they spent a painfully long time talking about 'guy stuff'. My pussy was aching to have them turn their attention to me. I let one leg drift up from the floor and positioned by foot on the bench in front of Martin and began stroking his thigh with my toes. I inched my way around until I was resting just under his balls then carefully began massaging him with my toes. I wanted to just hurl myself across the tub and grab his cock but thought it best to ease into the situation. Martin took a couple more pulls on his beer and began to loosen up. What a relief!

It was clear he was being respectful and waiting for my husband to give some clear cues for proceeding. Gotta like a guy like that! Not too pushy is good but I was beginning to think I may have to float over and sit on his lap to get the attention I craved. Ah yes! Floating was exactly what I decided to do. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the cushion behind me. Taking a deep breath, I let my body slowly surface. My huge breasts began to rise above the water line and my large raspberry like nipples pierced the surface, jutting straight up and insisting "everybody, look at me!" My knees and toes bobbed at the surface and I let my body sway from my husband to Martin and back again like a pendulum. As I peeked out briefly to see if either of them was taking notice I realized there was no way for any man to not notice! The moon glow on my wet glistening skin was an incredible sight. My breasts were buoying and reflecting the changing colors of our Jacuzzi lights like a beacon to lost ships. Why on God's great earth were these two virile men still glued to their seats? In frustration, I let my legs spread apart. The lights gave a clear view of my pussy. There was no misreading my signals! I wanted these men to fuck me and the sooner the better!

Finally, my husband began running his hand along my leg and up my right thigh. He must have nodded to Martin because moments later I felt my left leg getting the same treatment. It was incredible having both their hands rubbing over my body and their fingers probing at my puss. I lowered my ass back to the seat so I could feel the jet blast my clit while they fondled me. Resting my head, I imagined it was a dozen men with their hands all over me. I felt lips against my neck and shoulders and fingers squeezing my breasts and ass. Truly I was in heaven; I reached for them so my hands could stroke their stiffening cocks under the water. 

It wasn't long until we decided to go inside to lay on the futon in front of the fire. I made haste to pull that delicious strange cock into my mouth, running my tongue over the loose foreskin as it pulled back over the head and continued to harden. I lay back with my head hanging off the bed so he could more easily slide his shaft down my throat. Meanwhile, my husband buried his face between my thighs and began eagerly lapping at the sweet juices that were flowing from my puss.

As I melted into ecstasy, I straddled a cock and shifted my ass into the air to allow the other to enter me from behind. I squealed with pleasure and a little bit from the sting as their swollen cocks stretched and tore at my tender puss. The sensation of their two beautiful cocks pummeling me in a piston like fashion was enough to send me into a rapturous climax. My cum poured from my puss, running down over their balls and as they continued to thrust I could feel my wetness splashing back onto my thighs and ass. In an effort to not cum themselves, they held off and pulled out to allow me to lick all my nectar from their shafts. While I was kneeling to suck on one cock, I felt the other man behind me, spreading my ass cheeks so he could watch as my pussy engulfed his cock. With each thrust into my puss, the other's cock was rammed down my throat nearing gagging me. Drool streamed from the corners of my mouth as I tried to keep up with the frenzied pace of their pumping and thrusting. Any time they would near climax, they would pull away, resisting the urge to empty the contents of their balls into me and trade places. I was over the top loving every minute of this little fuck fest. 

The night continued on like this for at least two hours with intermittent breaks. We would sprawl out and catch our breath and let our hands continue pleasuring each other. I had the men stand beside each other in front of me and stroked them back to semi hard. I then took them one at a time, into my mouth. I would suck one cock for a few bobs then switch to the other. Back and forth I turned my head to cram their dicks alternating into my mouth. Pulling them closer together, I was able to bring them both in at the same time. The corners of my mouth burned as I tried to stretch to accommodate both their cocks. I cupped their balls and did my best to keep at least their heads in but they were simply too much for me.

Now they were both exceedingly hard and ready to continue pounding into me so my husband pushed me back on the bed and knelt between my legs to demonstrate to our friend how easy it is to make me squirt. He placed two fingers on my g-spot and gave it a few good thumps. I could feel my button starting to swell as he rubbed it good and hard. He finger fucked me for a couple minutes while I sucked on Martin's cock some more (I really enjoyed having that strange cock in my mouth!). It didn't take long before I sprayed up his arm to his elbow and filled his cupped hand to over flowing. My juice was puddling under me as I screamed and groaned with pleasure. Our friend was amazed at the volume of cum that sprayed from me and that I could continue orgasming as long as pressure remained applied to my g-spot. He was even more amazed when I started a low guttural purr like a cougar as I began to cum again.

After a good hard cum like that, I love being drilled mercilessly. My husband sat nearby and watched while our friend plowed me long and hard. I reached for my husband and swallowed his cock. But he backed off right away not wanting to cum. I could feel our friend's cock swell inside of me and the tightening of his balls as they slapped against my ass. I knew it was not going to take but a few more strokes before his beautiful cock erupted with cum too. Unable to restrain any longer, he asked where he should cum and my husband told him to fill me up. It was immensely satisfying to feel the throbbing of his cock in my pussy as he unleashed his load and to know that I had brought him to that pleasure. 

I pulled my husband on top of me immediately and directed his raging cock into my cum drenched pussy. I knew he was loving this rare opportunity to get sloppy seconds on his wife's cunt and was more than ready when he dumped his cum in me a few moments later. 

I felt like a porn star and my adrenaline was pumping so hard I could have gone another round or two but the men, feeling quite spent; decided it was time to retire for the night. Martin fell asleep within minutes on the futon and we, the VERY happy couple, went upstairs to the master bedroom. My hubby tried to talk me into going back down and riding Martin's cock a little more. It turned him on seeing how much I enjoyed that lovely uncut cock pound into me. I declined to leave him but feeling a second wind, he began to make love passionately to me, our eyes locked together as we came again.



Little Consolation



You don't think it's weird?"

"No darling, of course I don't." Mimi smiled, kissing Sven's temple. "I love doing this."

Sven sighed and looked up at her. She giggled and he raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked, "What's so funny?"

"Don't look so worried." She chided him, "I was just thinking how pretty you looked like that, all pouty and puppy dog eyes."

Sven blushed and Mimi giggled again.

"Stop it." He whimpered, "I'm trying to be serious. I...I...I'm just so...I don't get it. I don't understand why I feel like this, why I want it." He rolled over and placed his head in his palm, laying against the pillow, "But I know that when I get it, when you're there, pushing against me and I'm trapped like that, I'm free and floating and it's so, so, beautiful." Sven sighed and Mimi put her hand on his shoulder.

"I know." She nodded, kissing his hair. "I know, and I love it. And it's beautiful and brave and you needn't be scared, not with me. Not ever. Don't feel like you can't ask me anything because I'll find it too weird or not weird enough or lacking in any way. I want you to be happy and comfortable and safe." she hesitated and lay down next to him, her fingers meeting his in the half light, "There's nothing more important than feeling safe." She ran her hand up over his chest, curling her fingers around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. "I want to take everything away and give you everything that you need. Never forget that." She said.

Sven breathed out heavily, his face stunned in the pale light, " You know I never thought I would find this. I thought that I'd end up alone, I really did. Who wants a guy like me?" He raised his hand to Mimi's arm and brushed it absent mindedly, "Mimi, I never thought...I'd find you. And it's so perfect." he leant over her and planted tiny kisses over her torso, through the thin fabric of her nightshirt. "Thank you. Thank you, thank you," he leant forward, littering kisses down her body, over her shoulders and down her arms. "Thank you, baby."

She smiled and pulled him onto her, her arms snaking around his neck, "I felt the same. I know what it's like to fear loneliness, true loneliness. And it breaks my heart to think of you like that."

He kissed her gently, brushing his lips against hers and pulling her into him. She rolled over, twisting, pushing her bottom against his thigh.

"Do you think I'm less of a man for wanting this?" He asked, "Do you think I'm weak?"

" Don't be stupid." Mimi slapped his thigh and turned in his arms again, writhing, hugging him close to her, "You're my man and every time I see you on your knees or lost in subspace, you become stronger and stronger. You become more of a man, Svenny. Tough and beautiful and mine" she snuggled into his arms and he gripped her tight.

"Whatever you want you only have to ask for, you know."

Sven nodded and carried on stroking her arm with his fingertips. "I know. And I'll try. But, you know..."

"I know." Mimi turned her face and he kissed her on the cheek. She laughed, her breath hot against his chest, her lips brushing against the hair there. "I know."



It took five days for Sven to work up the courage to actually ask Mimi for anything more. He was awestruck. He had spend too long thinking of it, needing it, coveting it, desperately. Oh so desperately, wanting it that now it had actually appeared he was scared to death. It was not a desire that he could hide and pack away and resign himself to not having anymore, but real and breathing and vital and arrived in the guise of a 5'2 redhead who was good with kids and softly spoken. A million miles away from the blonde bitch goddesses of his fantasies. And, he had to admit, a million times hotter. Because, to look at her, you never would have thought it. It was their secret, their thing away from the manly bullish joking and boisterous battling on tour and silliness with the band, it was a compartmentalized hidden separate part of him, which he had packed into a box and pushed aside. And now, he was opening it again, unsure of what the creature inside had become. Or even if he could control it once it was out. Sven was afraid of his own desire, afraid because he looked everything like the bitches and ho's frat boy that society said was acceptable, apart from this. This one, crucial thing, the fly in society's acceptable, macho, man's man ointment. And he fucking hated it. 

He rubbed his neck nervously and waited for the rings in the dark. Mimi answered, her voice bright and happy, filled with the joy of a Friday afternoon.

"Hello, sweetie." She said, "Everything okay?"

"Yes thanks." He answered. "Listen, you're not going home before you're coming back here are you?"

"Err, yeah probably," answered Mimi, "I need to pick up my stuff for this weekend. Then I'll get the takeaway and then I'll come over to you. Why?"

Sven took a breath and smiled, embarrassed despite being alone in his apartment. "Could you bring some stuff with you?" he asked, "You know, toys or something. Maybe the handcuffs. Whatever you have."

"Oh," Mimi smiled, ignoring the woman staring at her across the tube carriage, "Okay. Are you sure?"

"Completely." He smiled, "I want this tonight. Are you okay with that?"

"More than you will ever know." She answered, "You have no idea how long I've waited."

"Likewise." Sven said, "Likewise."

"I'll see you in about half an hour, then." Said Mimi, the tension twisting in her voice, desire creaking like taught rope.

"Maybe we should skip the food, Mimi. We can eat later." Sven rubbed his neck nervously and slumped against the sofa.

"Hmm." She teased, pulling a face at the woman opposite, "Someone's eager."

"Shh!" He blushed, "Don't tease me."

"Oh, no! Sweetie I'm ravenous. I've not eaten since this morning. And I was really looking forward to those epic little spring rolls."

He laughed and fiddled with a loose thread on his jeans as he spoke, "Okay. I'll see you later then. Love you."

"Yep. See you later. Love." Mimi pressed the red button on her phone and slid it back into her handbag. The tube juddered to a stop and she very nearly skipped home. The truth be told, she didn't feel like eating much either.

Thirty-nine minutes later there was a loud knock at the door and Sven strode down the hall to open it.

"Hey baby." Mimi stood in the doorway with her hair curled and her makeup on holding a white bag of takeaway in one hand and a large, black hold all in the other. She was also wearing some black vinyl heels that Sven had never seen before. 

"Whoa. You look..." his mouth fell open and she grinned coyly, "amazing."

"Why thank you!" she winked, "Can I come in?"

"For sure. Get in here!" He grabbed the food and her hold all from her and put them both on the kitchen table. "Err, I thought we were going to just watch some DVD's and-"

Mimi giggled and slapped her boyfriend's chest playfully, "You know damn well the last thing we were ever going to do tonight was watch movies."

Sven blushed and looked at his girlfriend coyly, "Well, I didn't like to get my hopes up..." he whined.

Mimi laughed and hugged him again. "After that phone call?"

Sven blushed again and kissed her, his tongue meeting hers, slow and calm and contented.

"No getting out of it that easily," Mimi whispered, "Not at all."

"Can I see what you've got?" Sven inquired, blushing again.

"All in good time, my dear, all in good time. But first, food. You sure you're not hungry – I got you that noodle thing you like." Mimi looked up from pulling the small silver cartons from the bag and at her boyfriend. His face said everything.

No, he was not hungry. All he cared about right now was the way that she was licking her fingers and bending over the table in that tight, red dress and fuck me shoes. Promising to make everything he'd ever longed for reality and acting like it wasn't even that much of a big deal. And, no, he did not want that noodle thing.

"You know," she grinned, "I'm going to put this in the oven for later. You don't look in a fit state to eat, right now. In fact," she whispered, rubbing his chest, her other hand on his arm, "You don't look in a fit state to be doing much at all. Which is just as well.."

Sven's eyes went wide, "What?" he gasped, "Tell me."

Mimi picked her bag off the table and skipped down the corridor to the bedroom. "Why don't you get in here and find out." She laughed, disappearing into the dark beyond.

Sven walked into the bedroom and found that Mimi had placed the bag on the bed. The chair from the corner of the room was now in the centre of the wide, square space.

"Don't walk any further." Mimi commanded, "Before you come any nearer, I want you to strip naked and place your clothes out of the way. Don't put them on the chair." She winked. Sven felt all of the blood drain out of his chest.

He unbuttoned his pale blue shirt and folded it neatly, placing it in the corner of the room, by the long, window that looked out onto the glittering city. His jeans and socks followed. He attempted to adjust himself in his boxers, but it was useless. Mimi turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow.

"What about those?" she asked, gesturing to the white fabric that was trying – and partially failing – to contain Sven's straining cock.

"Ugh. Sorry." Sven pulled off his boxers, his cock bouncing comically as he pulled them over his foot. Mimi stifled a giggle and looked away.

"There." He smiled. "Done."

She snickered at him and placed the bag on the floor. "Did you just say sorry?" She asked.

"Err, yeah," Sven mumbled, "I err-sorry. I mean – "

"No, no." she smiled, looking up at him, "It's hot. It's fine. Now come here." She demanded again, pulling his leaking cock forward. He jerked and hissed though his teeth, his eyes flying wide.

Mimi sat him down and walked back over to the bed, kicking off her shoes. "Phew." She smiled, "You know how hard it is trying to totter about and actually get stuff done in heels?" She asked, Sven shook his head and Mimi smiled at him ruefully, picking up a handful of buckles and straps in the process.

"Oh..." Sven looked down at his cock and then back up at Mimi. "Oh god." He whispered as she wrapped the first belt around him, buckling it tight against his torso, a thick black stripe across his pale flesh. She picked up another belt, pinning his right arm behind the wooden back of the chair, looping it through the woodwork and pulling it tight against his bicep, her breasts pushing against his cheek and her scent filling his head. He moaned softly and she rubbed the back of his neck tenderly. Wordless, she produced more thick black straps for his other arm and both his ankles, which were pushed hard into the wood beneath them.

She stood back and admired her handiwork, her lover's eyes glittering back at her, needy and expectant, his cock flat against his belly, shining in the lamp light.

Mimi grinned at him and bent backward slightly, catching the zip on the back of her dress, not breaking eye contact with her boyfriend. She pulled the zip and let the dress fall to the floor, her body naked beneath it.

Sven's eyes went wide and he breathed hard again, "Oh fuck, Mimi.."

"You like it?" she asked nonchalantly, twirling her hair between her fingers. Sven nodded, awestruck, and Mimi walked back over to the bed. She picked up some nipple clamps, joined by a fine chain and winked at him.

"You did say you were okay with a little pain didn't you?" she asked, raising one of her neatly drawn eyebrows. Sven nodded and responded with a breathy yes that was spiked with need and desperation.

"You know I want it." He whined, "I want it. So badly. He shut his eyes and leant backwards against the chair, his body glittering with desire and sweat, oozing sex.



Mimi curled the chain into her hand and sat across her boyfriend's lap. She looked down at him and smiled.

"You have no idea what you do to me," she whispered, brushing his face with her fingertips. "No idea."

He leant forward and grazed her shoulder with his lips, his tongue darting outward, making her shiver against him. Need shimmered white hot between them. 

"Watching you sit there makes my chest tighten and my stomach churn and my head spin." She tilted her head and brushed his face, pushing her fingers through his hair and pulling his jaw up sharply, jerking his head back so that he had to stare back into her eyes, pooling with love and hate and need for him.

"You make my heart dance against my ribs when you do this." She confessed, "I feel so weak, I almost can't bare it and for a moment I wonder who is really in control... If it is I or if it is really you...because one flick of your eyes, one well timed pull against those buckles and I'm helpless. " She ran her thumb over his mouth, looking deep into his eyes. He listened, silent and stunned.

Can she really want this? He thought, Can she?

"Your submission makes me weak at the knees and I am afraid I may become drunk with power. That I would drown you in a sea of need." She whispered, wrapping her arms around him. He wanted so badly to hold her, to cover her naked flesh in kisses but he was trapped, pinioned against the chair by the devilish straps, thick and unyielding against his body. Mimi rubbed his shoulder and kissed his temple. "I'm worried...that I would cause you pain beyond pleasure. That I would destroy you."

He gasped, stunned, and felt himself get harder. A shard of emotion splintered through him, erupting and rolling through his chest, as if at last - at long, long last - she had pressed the button and all of the hidden, unexplored emotion that he carried had detonated within him. Sven whined involuntarily, breathing heavily against her bent arm. She had called up his greatest fear and only desire and for the first time in his life Sven could not distinguish between the two. More importantly, He no longer cared, he no longer knew what to think and found himself suspended in a strange, swimmy state of unreality, as if time was dripping, viscous around him as in some strange dream from which he could not wake.

She kissed him and pushed him backwards into the chair, the thick straps cutting into the tops of his arms and he moaned under her as she slid onto his thigh, her wetness pressing against him. Mimi's hand found his dick and she rubbed him quickly, using her own juices as lubrication, dipping her fingers between her legs and slicking him with her juices. He ground against the thick straps and whined again. She kissed him hard and pushed her tongue into his mouth, running her fingers over his balls and clipping the first clamp to his right nipple. Sven moaned under her and she leant back, watching him as she attached the second, pulling at the chain teasingly.

"God damn, Svenny." She smirked, "Who'da thunk it?"

He blushed furiously and hung his head. She knew exactly which buttons to press, He thought, Exactly which ones.

"Oh, sweetie," she purred, pouting at him, "You going to let me play with you? Hmm?" She yanked at the chain and giggled as he flinched, "Are you going to let me play with you?"

Sven nodded and writhed against the belts, his flesh reddening, shivering under her. She stood up and put her hands on her hips, watching him silently, admiring his body work and spasm fruitlessly against the thick, dark bonds. He looked up at her, his eyes pure puppy dog and she shivered.

"Look how beautiful you look." She smiled and crawled forward, running her hands over his thighs and planting a kiss on his hip, working her way down, purring happily. Sven moaned with frustration and jerked against the straps.

Mimi curled her hand around the chain and yanked hard. Sven grunted, crying out.

"Now, now." Mimi chided, "Be good, for me baby." She licked the length of his cock and he shuddered, whining out, the air hissing through his teeth.

"FUCK." He shouted, "OH FUCKING FUCK FUCK." He struggled again and Mimi yanked the chain. He yelped and she lowered her mouth over his leaking member, her tongue working just how he liked it, slow and gentle and teasing. Rimming the head of his cock, flicking the tip with the edge of her tongue. He gasped as she worked, stock still for fear of what she might do to him.

He looked down and watched her head move, gently, perfect on him. He though about trying to move again, in an attempt to stop his balls from aching so badly but he knew that she'd just pull at his tits again. He sighed out and shut his eyes, sinking into the dark in front of him, his mind empty and clean. As if there was nothing else but he and she and this.

So this is subspace, He thought, this is how it's supposed to feel.

He gasped for air and shuddered against her tongue, which was now making its way towards his balls. He yelped and she rubbed his thigh gently, his nipples burning. If this was only the start he had no idea how much more he could take. He'd never ached for anything, for anyone so much in his life. And as he sat there, feeling all at once everything and nothing, his fantasies seemed a pale caricature of what this was. Because what this was, was unspeakably, perfectly good.

Sven felt his balls tighten and he moaned again. "Oh Mimi," he whined, "I think-" before he could finish – in any sense – she pulled away and stood up, her face an odd mix of desire and disinterest, as if he was an insect in some elaborate silence experiment. Once more, she kissed him and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting his own cock and her mouth crushed against his own. The emotion screaming through his body, Mimi began to undo all of the buckles. They dropped to the floor in a series of high, silvery clinks and Sven watched his reflection in the mirror opposite, alien and dreamlike. A man in the grip of desire. A man who was someone else.

Mimi pulled him to his feet, his arms aching from being in the same position for so long and kissed the red welts on his arms. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto the bed, rubbing her back gently. She pulled away and smiled coyly.

"You're getting handsy, sweetie." She purred, "Put your hands by your sides. Remember, you're my plaything tonight."

"Sorry." He whispered and sat upright on the bed, trying not to focus on how much he ached and shivered with desire. It was useless.

Mimi knelt down and pulled a roll of cling film from the hold all. Sven's brows furrowed and he tried to speak but Mimi shushed him, pulling the long plastic material around his torso. Wrapping him round until his entire upper body, from shoulders to waist were wrapped up, shiny and immovable.

They giggled and he tried to move comically. Mimi helped him up and bent him over the edge of the bed.

"Don't move," she commanded, "I'm going to give you what you really want."

Sven laid his face against the cool fabric of the bed and sighed happily. His eyes flew open again at the sound of something wet and tried to turn, attempting to see what was happening behind him. But it didn't take long before he knew exactly what Mimi had been doing.

Lubing up a dildo. That's what.

Sven knew it because said dildo was now being plunged quite enthusiastically against his sweet spot. He let out a long, loud whine and swore again, rubbing himself against the bed frustratedly, nearly crying with desperation.

"Crawl up onto the bed and lie on your back." Mimi commanded icily, "I want to fuck you."

Sven sighed again, and struggled awkwardly onto the bed, the toy pushing against his prostate.

Mimi grinned as he sank into the pillows and picked up a tiny white object. She flicked a switch and Sven bucked against the sheets, his legs flailing.

"Oh! YOU FUCKING BITCH!" he yelped, "How THE FUCK!" his cock moved wildly, brushing his stomach as the vibrator shuddered inside of him.

Mimi flicked the switch off and Sven blinked away tears.




Little Consolation



"Ohhhh." He whined, "Oh baby, let me come. Pleeeaaasee."

Mimi giggled again and tilted her head. "You look so pretty when you cry." She smiled, "Your eyes go this stunning shade of blue. It's almost cobalt."

"Fuck you," he whined, "Oh, baby, why are you doing this?" He sniffed and gasped as she climbed on top of him, kissing him hard, flicking the tiny switch again.

"Because," she whispered, "You wanted it." Mimi kissed him, cupping his face in her hands and pushing her tongue into his mouth greedily. He kissed her back, his face wet against hers, sobbing and sniffing quietly.

"Want you." He whispered, "Want you so badly. Want this." He gasped, "I fucking want this."

Mimi smiled and kissed him tenderly, "I know baby. And you'll get me eventually. But first you have to take this."

"You know," he sighed, "I'd go through anything for you. Anything."

"I know," she growled, sucking at his neck, swirling her tongue over his stubble, "I know you would sweetie."

The vibrator hummed inside of him and he jerked under her. She looked down at him imperiously and raised an eyebrow.

"Don't you dare come." She spat, "Don't you dare leak over me or there'll be no sex for a week."

Sven gasped frustratedly, desperately trying to hold back the burn in his gut. Mimi pulled out the vibrator and put it on the floor, switching it off.

Sven whined again and waited, shaking.

Mimi straddled him once more and rubbed her breasts, thinking. "Are you going to fuck me well, then?" she asked.

Sven nodded and a low yes escaped his shaking lips. "I'll make it so good for you, baby." He whined, "So good."

Mimi grinned and ripped open the cling film, throwing it to the floor and watching as Sven unfurled his arms, stretching across the sheets. Mimi leant down and ran her hands over the sweating contours of his arms her chest pressed against his. He leant up and kissed her again, moaning happily.

"Let me fuck you." He purred, "Let me fuck you so hard." He begged. "Please, baby. Please.

Mimi sighed and lay out on the sheets next to him, rubbing his chest gently. "Go on then." She whispered, "Hard and deep, just how I like it."

Sven kissed her neck and whined, "Yes, Ma'am" he giggled. "Just how you like it."

He positioned himself over her and teased her entrance knowingly, brushing her ear with his lips, "Who's teasing who now?" he purred.

Her eyes flew open and she twisted his nipple hard, "Watch it pretty. I'll make you twice as hard and twice as teary unless you don't do as your told." She smirked at him and pulled his bottom toward her, allowing him to slide into her aching slit. Mimi moaned happily and ground against him.

"Oh baby, " she purred, "just like that. Do me. Oh....oh....oh...yeah."

He thrust into her, slipping his whole length between her thighs trying hard not to come too quickly, aching with desire for her. He thrust as best he could, every movement torturing his aching dick as he did so. Sweating against the soft curves of her body.

"Harder," she breathed, "Svenny, do me harder."

He shifter over her and she pulled her legs around him, grinding upward to meet his thrusts, whining against his chest.

"Oh, baby, you're everything to me." She sighed, "You're fucking everything."

He kissed her again and sucked her lip hungrily, whining, sinking against her.

"I can't-" he breathed, "I-"

"Come." She said, nearly ordering him, "Fucking come in me, baby."

He gave a few more quick thrusts and shuddered against her, aching and sinking towards her, exploding into nothingness. There was nothing but this, nothing but perfection.

Sven grunted and kept thrusting until Mimi finally came, hot and violent, her nails digging into the delicate flesh of his ass as she spasmed wetly around him.

They kissed messily, panting and grinding happily against each other, hungry and desperate in their passion, all of the emotion that they had hidden from other lovers pooling and weeping about them.

They held each other and Mimi nuzzled against his chest. She kissed the purple bruise that had started to form and rubbed his bottom gently. "Are you okay?" she whispered, kissing his chest.

"Sven nodded and looked down at her. "Hmm." He smiled dozily and kissed her cheek, "I feel slightly like I'm drunk." He giggled, "Drunk on this."

Mimi smiled and kissed him again, ecstatic, speechless with joy. "Good." She whispered, "Good. But at least there'll be no hangover in the morning."

"No," Sven whispered, stroking her hair, "Just a few bruises."

"Well, I'm sure that's some consolation." She laughed, "Some relief." She whispered, rubbing his belly gently.

He leant against her touch, sighing happily. "You have no idea." He whispered, "You're more than I dared dream."

"Hmm." Mimi jabbed him in the ribs and bit his nipple playfully, "Tell me that when you've not go half a hard on, sweetie."

He smiled again, nodding, "I will." He answered, "every damn day for the rest of your life."

Sven kissed her and pulled the crumpled sheets over them. "You know," he whispered, stroking her face, "You're my consolation. My little consolation."

Three days later Sven stood in front of the bathroom mirror in a London hotel and brushed his fingers over the rectangular, grey bruise that streaked his right pectoral. He smiled knowingly, remembering the flood of emotions, shivering at the thought of Mimi stood over him. She wasn't just a little consolation he thought; she was the goddamned answer. 



Little Cotton Dress



Most people think that silk is the most erotic material but I think cotton is sexier, well at least as sexy, although it depends on what I'm wearing and where I'm wearing it. I love to go out wearing a little, cotton, summer dress with nothing underneath, something light and short that I can feel the breeze flirting with as I walk along the street. It's got to be loose so that I can feel my nakedness underneath and so that it falls away from my body and shows my breasts when I lean forward. Nothing too obvious though, but enough to leave anyone who looks twice just a suspicion that I might be naked underneath. My husband positively encourages me; he loves to watch the faces of other men when I show them just how little I have on.

It's something that has developed over the years and I suppose just happened naturally when we were on holiday abroad. We're not naturists, in fact organised naturism/nudity somewhat takes the fun out of being naked in public; well if everyone is naked it becomes 'normal' for want of a better word, but then I suppose that's the point of naturism. We do like to go nude when we're away somewhere hot though but it's a lot more fun if it's in a place where everyone else isn't naked as well. 

Pete, (my husband), is a keen amateur photographer and likes me to pose nude for him, especially outdoors, again where there's a chance we might be discovered by a potential voyeur. Like I said, it would be no fun posing nude on a naturist beach where everybody else is naked too. But getting back to the sexy little cotton dress, one of the biggest turn-ons, (and the most fun), is combining exhibitionism and photography and posing for what are supposedly ordinary tourist snap shots to the casual observer but revealing much more to anyone who takes a little more interest. So it was with this in mind that we decided to have an afternoon wandering around our local town of Bournemouth which, if you don't know it, is a holiday resort on the south coast of England. It was a lovely hot day early in the summer and the streets would be crowded with holiday makers shopping, wandering through the parks and along the beach and generally enjoying the summer sun. We parked the car in a town centre car park near The Royal Bath Hotel, surprisingly without too much trouble, and walked down the hill towards the sea front. I was wearing one of my favourite summer dresses; short and low cut with thin shoulder straps so that it was quite evident to anyone who cared to notice that I wasn't wearing a bra. This, combined with the white platform sandals I had on my feet and the dark sunglasses shading my eyes, amounted to my total apparel. The movement of my barely covered breasts beneath the thin cotton, the sensation of the light material fluttering around my thighs and the warmth of the sun penetrating through to my naked body was a wonderful, sensuous feeling,. To add to the effect, despite the heat, my nipples had hardened with the sheer sexual pleasure of the experience and I noticed more than a few glances from men as I passed them by, their eyes darting up and down my body, and I was enjoying the frequent glances being cast my way as I walked by.

"You're certainly turning some heads", Pete quietly laughed. "Having fun?"

"It makes me feel so sexy," I whispered into his ear as I reached up and kissed him lightly on his cheek. "Lets get out of the sun for a while though, I'm getting overheated. I wish we could find somewhere quiet where I could strip off and lie in the shade," and I took his hand as we walked away from the sea, through one of the many leafy parks in the town. 

But it wasn't to be; there were just too many other people enjoying the fine weather, so we wandered on into the centre of the town and the shopping streets, eventually coming across a shoe shop that inevitably caught my attention; well a girl can never have too many shoes. It was a random choice, although, it's true, I really don't take much persuading to try on shoes. While the street was busy with people obviously just window shopping while on holiday, I could see that this particular shop was almost empty which added to its appeal. There were a couple of young girls going through the sale stand at the front but otherwise there were only two assistants inside, a young woman and, more interestingly, a young man, who were standing talking to each other behind the counter where you paid for your purchases. 

I pushed my sunglasses up on into my hair, and casually wandered along the stands looking at the shoes before picking up a pair that caught my eye and turning them over to read the price on the sole, Pete in the meantime having gone across to the men's section on the other side of the shop.

I really was quite interested in the pair of strappy, high heeled shoes I'd picked up. I love shoes as I've already said, so I actually didn't notice the shop assistant as he walked over to me. 

"Can I help you at all?" he asked. He was probably about 30, coolly dressed for the summer season in a short sleeved white shirt and dark trousers; quite good looking although, don't get me wrong, my sexual tendencies are purely restricted to exhibitionism and not to swinging. Still it's nice if the audience is attractive and makes a change from the older men who are usually the most voracious voyeurs.

"Well, yes you can," I replied, "have you these in a size 4?"

"Yes I think so," he said looking at the code on the label. "I'll go and get a pair in your size from the store room if you'd like to take a seat for a moment," and he walked back to the counter and disappeared through a door at the rear of the shop. 

He hadn't given any sign that he'd noticed my flimsy clothing, and the girl he'd been talking to when we entered the shop had barely looked up as he walked past her. Pete in the meantime was still browsing elsewhere so I was left on my own awaiting the return of my attractive young sales person, which he duly did after a couple of minutes carrying a shoe box which presumably contained my selection.

I sat down on one of the stools provided for the purpose of trying on new shoes and he opened the box he'd been carrying and pulled out the sleek, white leather pair I'd selected. As he handed me the first one it gave me the opportunity to lean forward as I unbuckled the straps and took off the sandals I was wearing and, as I did so, the front of my dress fell away from my body completely exposing my breasts to the man standing in front of me. I put my sandals to one side and sat back up, looking up at him as I held out my hand for one of the shoes he was holding. His cheeks were flushed and he quickly looked away and fiddled with the other shoe while I leant back down to wriggle my toes in to the first one, an action which I fully took advantage of to make sure my dress came fully away from my tits again, the movement making them sway and tremble. I looked back up at him while still bending forward and caught his wide eyed stare, his eyes glued to my exposed breasts.

"What do you think? Do you like them?" I asked as I stared into his eyes. 

"Yes, they look great," he half whispered and then realised the implications of his words. "I mean the shoes really suit you. Do you want to try the other one on?"

I demurely pushed the front of my dress back into place with my hand as though suddenly realising that I'd accidentally revealed myself.

"Yes but I think I'll need a little help, I think the strap needs adjusting" and sat upright, leaning back on my hands.

The spell broken, my maybe not so innocent victim went to find something to sit on and came back with a small stool, the sort with an angled surface attached so that the customer can raise their foot off the floor to make the assistant's job of fitting the shoe easier as he sits astride it. He sat down in front of me, undid the strap on the other shoe and placed it on the angle of the stool like the handsome prince might have done for Cinderella. He'd somewhat recovered his composure by now and held the shoe firmly down while I slipped my foot into it, although I could see his eyes dart up to the front of my dress occasionally in the hope of catching sight of my erect nipples again.

"How's that feel madam?" he asked, leaning back away from me to allow me to bend forward and look at my foot. Of course this allowed the hem of my skirt to ride up as I bent my knee and also made me part my legs a little as I reached forward.

"Yes that's better, can you tighten the strap a bit? I can't do it from this angle," and I leant back again, but by this time my dress had slipped even further up my thighs

I swear he actually stopped breathing when he glanced up and realised he could see up my skirt and saw that I didn't have any pants on. He froze for what seemed d like minutes as he stared at my exposed pussy, only inches from his face. There wasn't even much of a bush to hide anything as Pete likes me to keep it smooth and bare except for a tiny little strip of blonde hair for decorative purposes only. 

I feigned ignorance of my exposure to him, leaning even further back on my hands to study the shoe I was trying on. My dress had now ridden well up and I opened my thighs as far as I dared without adopting a completely porn star pose. Even so I knew that the bare lips of my pussy must now be fully in view, maybe even parted to reveal the delicate inner lips within, and most certainly damp and glistening with my own sexual excitement, and I held the position for several long seconds to allow him time to absorb every detail. It was only the approach of another customer that made me sit back up again, but our mutual pleasure was complete, for him as the voyeur and for me as the exhibitionist. 

I stood up, brushing my skirt back in to place, and walked across the shop to try my new shoes out for comfort and to show them to Pete. They were ridiculously high but made me push my bum and tits out as I walked, which is, of course, the whole purpose of such footwear. 

"What do you think? Do you like them?" I asked

"Sensational," Pete said grinning, "which is what that young man must be thinking too after letting him look up your skirt. Don't think I didn't notice," he laughed as he slapped me playfully on the bum.

"There a bit expensive," I warned him.

"Doesn't matter," he reassured me, "just so long as you let me take a photograph of you wearing them and nothing else."

"It's a deal," I agreed and teetered back across to my assistant who had been studiously ignoring the new customer in order to watch my every move.

"I'll take them," I said smiling at him and sat down, leaning forward again to take them off and to give him one final glimpse of my breasts, which he took full advantage of, managing to undo the small, silver buckles while staring pointedly down the front of my dress at my exposed tits. I suppose though that he must have realised by now that I was letting him see me naked on purpose, or at least that I didn't really care if he did.

The last I saw of him was as he disappeared through the door behind the counter as we walked out of the front of the shop, presumably to find somewhere quiet to relieve the very evident pressure he was experiencing in his pants. 

We never did find anywhere quiet that day, so drove straight home. I could hardly wait to get back and out on to the deck in the back garden and strip off, but even then Pete made me pose naked wearing nothing but my new high heeled shoes before eventually giving me the shagging I so badly needed. 

There's a lot more to a little cotton dress than meets the eye.



Little Cousin



It all started after I got out of college and moved back home. I was twenty-four at the time and my cousin was eighteen years old. When ever my folks would go over to my aunt and uncles house my cousin Jeff would follow me around. At first I didn't think anything of it, but then I started to notice him looking at me or should I say my body. That’s when I realized he was getting a hard on when ever I was around. 

To think I was making him horny made me feel good knowing that I could turn him on. So I started wearing sexy clothes whenever we went over there, like hot pants or tight fitting jeans and low cut blouses. Every time he would get a boner. 

It became a game to me; acting sexy and watching the bulge grow in his pants. My parents and his had tickets to a concert and would going out of town for the weekend. My parents advised me that Jeff would be spending the weekend at our house while they were gone. 

Friday came and they left for the concert leaving Jeff and I at home alone. All day he followed me around the house so I figured I'd tease him a little. That evening around 9:00pm I told him he better take a shower and get ready for bed. While he was in the bathroom I got up to go to my room. 

As I passed by the bathroom the door was ajar and I could see his reflection in the mirror. I was shocked to see him sitting on the toilet beating his meat. I stood there and watched as he jerked his hand up and down on his long shaft. I couldn't believe how big his cock was for a boy his age and as I watched I felt myself getting wet.

I went back down the hall and yelled out "Jeff are you about done in there, I need to use the bathroom". I hated to spoil his fun but I didn't want him to cum, at least yet. It startled him and he hurried and pulled up his pajamas and came out.

I went in and pretended to use the toilet, when I came back out I told him, "Let me get ready for bed then we'll play a game or something." I decided to see just how horny I could get him so I went into my moms room and found her white lace teddy in her dresser draw. They had matching panties but I figured that No panties would be more exciting. I hurried and slipped the teddy on.

I looked in the mirror and I saw that her teddy didn't quite cover me. My mom is only 5'2" and I'm 5'6" tall so the teddy didn't hang down over my ass all the way. The lower cheeks of my ass were slightly showing and if I moved around a little the teddy would ride up allowing a full view of my ass.

Jeff was sitting at the kitchen table. I walked passed him and over to the cupboard to get a glass. I knew when I reached up for a glass that he would get an eye full. I took my time getting the glass and pouring myself something to drink. 

"So what would you like to do?" I asked; "I don't care" he answered. He had one hand under the table and I could tell he was playing with himself. "You want to go in my room and listen to some music,” I asked, "Sure" he replied. As he got up from the table I saw the bulge in his pajamas and I knew he had a hard on. 

I made sure that I walked in front of him down the hallway so that he could see my ass swaying in front of him. In the bedroom he sat down in the beanbag chair on the floor as I put on a CD and then sat down on the bed across from him. I was sitting there in front of him with my legs crossed.

"So how’s school going?" I asked

"Okay I guess"

"Got any girlfriends?"

"No"

"Why not?"

"I don't know, girls just don't seem to like me, they think I'm a nerd"

"Your not a nerd, in fact your not to bad looking" I said as I uncrossed my legs give him his glimpse of my pussy hair. 

"Thanks, I'm glad to see at least one person doesn't think so" he said in a hesitating voice as he saw my pussy.

I kept teasing him by crossing and uncrossing my legs giving him beaver shots. The bulge in his pajamas was huge by now and the thought of him sitting there with a boner made my pussy wet. It was now time to take it a little further.

"My neck hurts, I must have pulled a muscle,” I said as I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Could you do me a favor and rub the back of my neck?"

"I guess,” he said as he got up and came over to the bed.

He got up and knelt behind and started to massage my neck. The feel of his hands touching me sent chills down my spine and I could feel my love juices flowing from my pussy. I closed my eyes slightly and leaned my head back as he continued to rub my neck and shoulders. My eyes weren't totally closed and I could see he was peering down at my breasts.

"Let me lay down so you can rub my back" I said as I turned and laid down on my stomach.

I instructed him to sit on the back of my legs and rub my back. He got on top and sat down and started to lightly rub his hands over my shoulders and up and down my spine. Each time he ran his hands back up I could the teddy inching up letting him see my ass.

Then I told him to sit up and scoot down so he could rub my legs. He did and I spread my legs so he would be able to not only massage my inner thighs but also view my wet pussy. Slowly he ran his hands up my inner thighs lightly touching the hair that surrounded my outer lips.

The feel of his hands coming so close to touching me down there made me even wetter. I knew he could see the white creamy fluid running out of my pussy. I let out a low moan of delight hoping to excite him even more. I knew his cock had to be rock hard and throbbing by now. Now it was time for me to give him a good rub down.

"Wow that felt good, now let me give you a back rub." I said

"Okay" he replied as he got off of me and lay down.

I got on top of him and sat down on his firm ass and began to massage him. I rubbed his back for a few minutes then had him turn over. Slowly I ran my hands down over his chest then back up. Each time I'd run my hands down closer and closer to the bulge in his pajamas.

"I'd be able to rub your legs better if you took you pajama bottoms off" I told him

So he slid them off and lay back down. The bulge in his boxer shorts was even more visible now and all I could think about was how much I just wanted to grab his shorts and pull them down and expose that big cock of his. I could feel my pussy juices dripping down on his bare leg and I wondered if he could feel it also. 

He closed his eyes and I heard him moan as my hands came close to his cock. He was breathing heavy by now and I decide it was time to take him. I ran my hands up his legs but instead of stopping I slid them over his cock and took the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. 

Before he knew what was happening I leaned down and started licking up and down his long shaft. It startled him at first but when I slid the head of his cock into my mouth he relaxed and just laid there letting me suck him. I rolled my tongue over its head tickling it. 

"Thank you" I said as I got up and went to change the CD.

He was still kneeling on the bed as I turned back around. I was horny as hell by now and I want to Jeff to fuck me but I couldn't just come out and asked him after all he has never been with a girl. So I decided to seduce him slowly.

"Take your shirt off and lay down and I'll give you a back rub" I said

Jeff unbuttoned his top and removed it then turned and lay down on his stomach. I crawled up on the bed and sat down on his legs. I slowly started to massage the back of his neck and down the middle of his back to his ass. Each time I rubbed down his back I'd let my hands go further down over his ass. After a bit I told him to roll over so I could do his chest.

"You know it would be better if you took your pajama bottoms off" I said in a seductive voice.

I moved to the side and he shed them, he was now laying there in nothing but his boxer shorts. I got back up straddling him and began to massage his chest. He closed his eyes; this gave me the opportunity to look at the bulge in his boxer shorts. Seeing the bulge and knowing it was his hard cock made my pussy even hotter.

I rubbed down letting my hands lightly touch the bulge, I continued doing this hoping to make him horny as hell. Finally I couldn't take it any more so as my hands came down over his belly to the elastic waistband of his shorts I pulled them down revealing his large hard cock

I was like a bitch in heat when I saw how big and thick his cock was. My pussy was so wet and so were his legs from where I was sitting on them. Before he had a chance to say anything I leaned over and started licking his shaft. It startled him at first but then he closed his eyes again and began to moan.

"Oh Goddd that feels so goooodddd" he said

I then took the large head of his cock into my mouth and tickled it with my tongue. My pussy was throbbing so badly by now and it needed some action to. So I turned my body around so that we were in the 69 position and lowered my pussy down to his mouth.

He looked up and saw my creamy wet pussy and started to lick his tongue up and down its slit. It felt wonderful and I wanted his face buried in it so I spread my legs wide letting my pussy drop down smothering his face as I continued to suck his big thick cock. 

"I want your cock in me,” I said as I turned around and guided it into my waiting pussy.

"Uuuhhhhh" I heard him moan as he felt his cock sliding into its first pussy.

I started to slowly ride his thick massive cock. It was so deep inside of me that it felt as though it was in my throat. He reached up and slid the teddy up and over my head. He then leaned forward and licked the nipple of my breast then began sucking on it. 

"Oh yea that’s it, suck them Jeff, suck them all you want" I cried out.

I could feel my pussy contract each time his huge cock sunk deep into it. I started to ride him faster knowing it would be long till his virgin cock would explode. Then I felt his cock enlarging inside of me and I knew it was just a matter of time, so I reached back and fondled his balls hoping this would drive him over the edge. 

He began to buck his cock up into my pussy and I knew he was fixing to cum.

"Squirt it babe, squirt all your hot cum in my horny pussy" I yelled

With that I felt his cock explode inside of me sending his hot cum deep into my pussy. The feel of his hot cum took me over the edge and I myself started to squirt my cum all over his cock. Afterwards I collapsed on top of him out of breath. He wrapped his arms around me and we fell asleep.

Now I look forward to seeing my little cousin.



Little Cousin Jenny



It was going to be another lonnnnggg week, Ben thought to himself as he half-heartedly packed things into a suitcase. Visiting the family for the holidays was just something he had to do every year at the same time. They had been going up to the farm since he could remember, always in the three or four days surrounding Christmas and always right when he'd love to be at home re-watching all three seasons of Game of Thrones and going out partying with his friends on break from school.

But that didn't change the fact that he'd be in the backseat of the car for the 5-hour drive south to their grandparents' farm that very morning. He was still going to have to endure his sister's music choices or his dad on the cell phone for work - and all for an extra-long weekend with the ENTIRE family.

It wasn't all bad, in fact it would always turn out to be a blast; Ben was usually just irritable when he anticipated being unable to stretch his legs for that long. The family farm was actually full of great features and plenty of space for all twenty-some of his family coming in to stay. Their grandfather had done well for himself and had built guest cabins to house each of their children's families, all oriented around an impressive central building for he and their grandmother. The goal was to keep the family coming back each year, and so far it had worked like a charm.

So as Ben packed in the car and he and his younger brother and sister got in the car with their parents and headed for the farm, he tried to focus on all the good things that would come out of his trip. He was fond of spending time with his cousins with whom he'd so long been close, he'd get quite a bit of relaxation time, and he might even be able to blow off some steam in town with his cousins if they got to feeling rowdy. In particular, his cousin Jenny, closest to him in age was always fun to hang out with. If he weren't her cousin, he might be inclined to find her attractive, but he'd tried his best not to think of her that way.

When he arrived at their family's cabin, "Owl Perch," known for the large painting of an owl over the fireplace, he would have been hard pressed not to find Jenny attractive then. Dressed in a white golf shirt and jean shorts, she was positively adorable, and just as much so when she came bouncing over to the car before Ben could even step out. She said her hellos, saving the last one for her favorite cousin Ben. She threw her weight on him a bit more heavily than the rest, greeting him with:

"Ben, I'm willing to bet you need a beer after that drive-" she knew me to well, "you mind if I steal Ben from you and we go say hi to grandma and grandpa and maybe sneak a beer, Uncle Dan?"

"Sure Jenny," said Ben's father, "but Ben, you're carrying in your own suitcase, I'll leave It out here for you."

"Yes Pop!" Ben said with a drawl, heading off behind his bubbly little cousin. At 18 she hadn't yet graduated high school, in contrast to Ben already being a sophomore in college. He was willing to bet she was going to have an interesting time maintaining her innocence walking around any college campus with that figure. As do many girls Jenny's age, she had a perky pair of breasts, peeking out through the unbuttoned neck of her snug polo. They looked bigger than he remembered on her tiny frame. She was athletic from her cheerleading at her high school (yes, naturally, the little blonde was a cheerleader) but Ben liked to think she hadn't quite taken on the snootiness he was accustomed to like the cheerleaders he had gone to school with. Despite her looks, what he truly liked about her was her ability to have fun in any situation and be genuinely interesting to be around.

So while they walked in stride to the "big house," as they'd all taken to calling it, Ben and Jenny began to catch up while Ben recalled what he'd liked so much about his younger cousin. She updated him on all the things going on in her life, mostly typical of a cute, blonde, high school cheerleader, but Ben took in all her rambling on eagerly. Jenny did the same thing for Ben, grilling him about what college would be like and if he had a girlfriend or not. They eventually said hi to their grandma and grandpa and grabbed that much needed beer, opting to enjoy it on the massive front porch as they awaited the rest of their relatives. Jenny stretched out her long, thin legs and inadvertently displayed the tanned and toned nature of them in full to her admittedly affected cousin.

The rest of the family shuffled in little by little, and by early evening they were gathering in the big house for their kickoff dinner. Ben and Jennifer split up at one point in order to unpack their things and get situated for the week. When he next saw her it was amongst the hollering youngsters and warm droll of the entire family in the large foyer of the big house. It seemed like it went on forever, there were so many family members and so much to catch up on. Yet, after what could have been an hour their grandmother called for everyone to head to the dining. It wasn't until they were all being seated that Ben saw Jennifer in her slender, light dinner dress that hugged her frame just so.

As usual, Jennifer sat near Ben and the rest of the cousins their age. There was Ben's younger brother and sister, Jennifer's two older brothers and the three children of both families of his father's older brother and sister. It could get a little overwhelming at times, but once the commotion died down a bit, Ben shared a host of laughs and cajoling with his cousins and siblings. Jennifer was alluring to Ben; he couldn't help but take in her glowing nature and the way she sparkled when she smiled. His eyes moved involuntarily to Jenny's chest when she giggled and pushed her breasts together innocently. But it was more than just her handful-sized breasts and gorgeous smile that did it for her; it was simply a -- shine.

She touched his arm and he caught her eye once or twice as she'd been looking at him. If Ben hadn't been so caught up in her angelic aura, he might have said she was looking seductive, but It was lost to him and the meal came and went without any further thought about his growing affection for his cousin (save that it was she that caught his gawking eye when her shoulder strap slipped down and the dress revealed slightly more skin that it had before.)

So the two talked, and they mingled after the meal, and they helped with cleanup - stopping for the occasional exchange of a laugh or bump of the hip when Jenny passed Ben in the kitchen. When they were cleaning up the flour from the pasta-making, they got into it with each other, extending fingers swiped across a flour-coated cutting board toward each other defiantly. 

They swiped a cheek here and there and closed their eyes; Ben's hand felt something soft before quickly moving away and taking up a defensive stance. Doing the same, Jennifer began laughing adorably as she reveled in their battle. She looked down at her chest... so did Ben. A clear imprint of a finger in the white flour, or no.... it was four fingers. If he looked closely it became clear what his hand had grabbed at when they were horse-playing; 

Jennifer saw it too. But it was only a fraction of a second that Jennifer's brows raised and eyes met Ben's before she looked away and went back to her business. It made him feel strangely.... comfortable considering the potential embarrassment of the situation. He went on bustling about the kitchen with his cousin and the rest of the cousins, and certainly didn't fail to miss the fact that Jennifer had made no move to wipe his hand-print from her breast. Four fingers on the skin and the palm over the thin top of her dress. The eking thought lingered though, a prodding announcement going off in their heads that something was feeling differently. Something they hadn't seen coming. Something that made Jennifer continue her flirtatious interactions with her cousin despite the fact that they were among family.... they were family! But once again, the moment came and went. Jennifer going her separate way and Ben his before they reconvened for movie night in the big house's huge family room.

Everyone took their places, the parents pairing up near their favorite brother or sister and the cousins all sticking together across the room. Their cousins literally littered the floor, and Ben lay sideways on a comfy chair with Jennifer taking a seat in front of him on the rug leaning back on the huge cushion. 

Once again his eyes floundered at the sight of his petite blonde cousin, now in a taut black tank-top and gray cotton short-shorts. The drawstring of the tiny shorts dangled below just a sliver of Jenny's taut stomach. It revealed itself more when Jennifer stretched her arms above her head, and Ben couldn't be sure but he thought he saw the sparkle of a piercing there at her belly button. Even sitting there, trying as he might to ignore her when the movie started, as the younger ones started to settle, Ben began to sense her. She was wearing some kind of lotion, she must have, he thought as his eyes unintentionally inspected her slender leg looking for signs of it. He could feel her soft blonde hair against his legs sprawled out on the couch. He could hear her breathing and his eyes once again found the rising and falling of her bosom, seen just over her shoulder. 

So when Jennifer first turned to address him, he hadn't even realized...

"Earth to Old Ben!" Jennifer whispered, louder this time after her cousin hadn't answered the first time, "got any room left on that couch, or are you going to make me sit on the ground the WHOLE time?"

"Oh...Uh... I can get up," Ben said stuttering and leaning upward as if to give her his seat.

"No silly, just scooch back a bit. I'll lie in front of you," Jenny said smiling and ambling up toward him. He barely had time to move before she plopped down in front of him and was lying in front of him almost close enough to be spooning.

He wondered if anyone would find the new position of his cousin strange, but upon looking about the room he saw that most adults were slumbering or simply not looking toward them, and the cousins were all lain out on the floor in front of them. His worry subsided, if only until his little cousin turned her head a bit to ask:

"You mind sharing the blanket a bit, it seems I came a bit underdressed," she said, causing Ben to give her body a once-over with his eyes and smile in agreement.

He grabbed the edge of it and tossed it over the two of them, once again scanning the room to see if they'd attracted any attention. They seemed to be in the clear..... wait..... what was that? Upon throwing the blanket over his cousin, he hadn't noticed until it had settled atop them that Jennifer had scooted back and her soft little tush was snuggled directly into his lap so that he could feel the warmth of her through their clothing. What's worse was... oh no... he had, in all the commotion of his cousin laying so close and arousing him, become slightly erect. It was more than slightly erect though, there was simply no way that Jenny didn't feel his cock pushing against her.

But she didn't say anything, she didn't look back or move or even hint at her disapproval. Maybe she hadn't felt it... 

'Oh God,' Ben thought, feeling Jennifer's pert little ass move against his stiff cock. She wasn't ignoring his growing problem; that was for sure. He thought maybe she was just trying to preserve some of her dignity and move out of the way, but another flex of her bum and he was nestled snugly between her cheeks. If there had been any doubt, it was cleared when she wiggled her adorable bum rhythmically against him for a never-ending period of seconds.

This was too much for him... It was so sudden, so unexpected. But it wasn't unwanted; he had somehow figured that out in his mind right at about the time that Jennifer had started pressing her cheeks against his increasingly hard member. So when she started wiggling that way, his hands got the better of them and grabbed at his cousin greedily. They reached her hips and tugged at them, causing Jennifer to settle deeper against him, his shaft pressed firmly between her butt cheeks. They reached for her abdomen, one feeling a piercing where he'd first imagined it, the other testing whether she'd let him near her chest.

Neither of them had bothered to check, but still they remained undetected beneath their blanket. As Jennifer felt her cousin submit to her playful teasing, his hands landing daringly higher up her body, she had felt the same desire as Ben. Somewhere between watching the way he got along with her younger sisters, the way he'd picked her up so strongly when he'd first arrived, and the intoxicating presence of him as she sat beside him at dinner... she had felt this coming too. So when he came short of her breast and placed his hand upon her ribcage she unquestionably moved it the rest of the way to her chest, where it came to grasp at her tit and feel the erect nipple beneath her shirt.

Taking her acceptance as permission, he started to embolden the movements of his fingers. The fingers of the hand upon her breast began searching to pinch her nipple gently through the cotton. The other hand, flattening upon her belly, began sliding further southward. Upon his palm Ben could feel the scratch up the metal piercing, but her skin was unutterably smooth. Downward slid his palm, the tips of his fingers making contact with the scrunchy material of her elastic waistband. They hesitated there a moment, wondering if he should press on, with his eyes looking guiltily about the room to see if he'd been stopped.

But Jennifer was much to aroused to stop now, she thrust her butt defiantly into her cousin's lap and felt his shaft squeeze between her cheeks. And he knew what that meant, pressing his fingers into her soft skin to slide beneath the band. His fingers pressed on, expecting to find resistance but not finding it. She must have shaved recently, very recently. Her mound was smooth and soft, urging his fingers lower. Still they probed and found only the soft warmth of her young pussy. Slowing upon the first touch of her outer lips, they stopped there, waiting.

Jennifer moved her hips to urge him onward but to no avail. He just stayed there, one hand tucked down the front of Jenny's tight little shorts and the other firmly palming her tit. 'What was he waiting for,' she thought, 'surely now he hadn't lost his nerve.' She tried the juke of her hips once more but nothing. She was about to turn around and sort things out when she saw her older cousin Matthew looking their way. 

He'd always been fond of her, or perhaps it was more her looks. Maybe he was a bit too fond of looking at her at times, but they'd never gotten to know each other that well so she just found it harmless. But now he was looking their way and Jenny could only wonder whether he knew what she could feel -- that Ben's hands were anywhere but where a cousin's hands were supposed to be.

She had to test him, and she thought fast. She looked right at him and stuck her tongue out smiling. He hesitated for a second, keeping the composure of his stare before cracking and smiling her way. The embarrassment of being caught staring by his cousin and the adorableness of her look had prevented him from seeing anything more. 

Ben's hand had stopped though, and in the few seconds that followed Matthew looking away, they had returned to her belly and retreated from their much desired place at her quim. She gave him two quick squeezes of her bum as if in apology or out of encouragement for him to press on. He responded a little, thrusting back against her and beginning to move his hand about once again on her breast. When she had him confident once again to get more affectionate, she was practically ready to fuck him right there on that couch in front of the whole family. 

And Ben was nearing the same point, his naughty little cousin's antics and the way her petite frame felt against him was too much to bear. Only hours before he had been admiring the way she'd grown up and now he had her wrapped in his arms with her soft butt wrapped snugly around his cock. So as his hand pressed back beneath the final barrier of her shorts, they both held their breaths a little... God they wanted each other.

A loud sound came on the TV; both Ben and Jennifer's eyes shot to the television where the closing song and credits had begun to play. For the life of him, Ben could not remember what they had been watching, all this incestuous touching with Jenny had him.... WAIT, he still had his hands all over her!

He quickly removed himself from his precarious placement all over his cousin and Jenny slid forward on the couch. They separated and the blanket drooped between them just as the lights flipped on and their grandparents began saying their goodnights. Ben was lying there like a deer in the headlights, hoping not to attract any unwanted attention. They didn't receive any, and remained like frozen bodies until the children had all successfully pleaded to start another movie.

Some of the adults decided to leave, and among them were his aunt and uncle who insisted that their daughters, including Jenny, come to bed. So Jennifer got up, tossing a parting glance at her elder cousin who couldn't quite make heads or tails of it, though he was pretty sure his cousin wasn't finished with him yet from the looks of it. He stayed for probably a half of an hour more before becoming bored with his now regrettably alone situation on the couch.

He bid the family farewell and headed back toward his family's cabin. The whole walk he couldn't take his mind off what had happened between him and his cousin. On one hand it had all been so sudden, and this was his own cousin he had been spooning in there. He thought he should be feeling guilty but couldn't quite bring himself to do so. That was the other hand -- the part of him that knew that the gorgeous little blonde that he'd seen as he pulled up to the farm or sat next to admiringly at the dinner table was irresistible to him. He knew that if he could he'd have ravished her tiny body right there on that very couch. The thought that the whole family would have seen didn't seem to faze that side of him at all.

That side of Ben won out as his feet carried him toward his bedroom; heck, that side of him nearly diverted him to Jennifer's bedroom instead. But it was also that side of him that came upon what was waiting for him when he opened the door to his bedroom. His bedroom was situated below the rest of the house, the hill it was built on giving him his own walkout and a lot of privacy. But it wasn't the beautiful view over the moonlit pond.... he thought maybe he was seeing things. But there, laid out on the bed and sunk into his comforter, was the unmistakable body of Jennifer herself. What's more, she wasn't quite the way she was when she'd left him on the couch. Well, she was mostly the same, save the shorts that were pushed down and bunched around her ankles as she lie face-down on the bed. As he'd felt before, she wasn't wearing any panties, and her ass looked just as amazing as it had felt against his lap, arched slightly there on the bed - there was no way she was really sleeping like that.

He stood there in the doorway, stunned and unable to believe what he was now staring at. He once again cast his eyes from head to toe, his heart jumping at the full sight of the gorgeous blonde cheerleader. She wasn't looking at him, she looked to be asleep. What an odd way to fall asleep, he thought with a smile as he closed the door behind him.

"Jennifer," he whispered, taking a step towards her.

"Jenny," he called to her, louder now.

But still she didn't move, and as he came to her side she kept up the act, if it was an act. Ben didn't catch it in the dark, but Jennifer was smiling when he first called to her, unable to keep a straight face until just before he'd move close enough to see it.




Little Cousin Jenny



He was short of breath as he moved behind her. Her pussy was glistening even in the low light; she must have been touching herself recently or having a very enjoyable dream. Her white ankle-socks were stretched over her feet which were just barely at the edge of his bed. Her shirt was still on, but it was pushed up just below her breasts, leaving everything below naked and fully visible to her cousin's lustful eyes.

There was a reason she was here and not in her own bed, bottomless and not in the PJ's she'd brought along with her. And despite the part of Ben that had him hesitating to touch Jennifer earlier that night screaming that he couldn't, Ben was moving ahead without him. His hands moved to his athletic shorts and pushed them down, boxers and all, with Ben stepping out of them handily. His cock sprang to attention; it had been ready since the second he walked in the room. His mind -- set to its purpose. 

Ben moved forward and pressed his knee to the bed, his cousin didn't make a sound even as her body moved on the bed, even as he lifted his other leg and straddled her. 'There's no way she's asleep,' Ben thought, 'and this is what she's here for anyway,' he convinced himself. As he thought it, his hand pointed the head of his cock toward its target, the tiny opening he could see between the legs of his slumbering cousin.

He could feel his thighs against the naked lower half of his cousin and his hands took hold of her sweet young ass. He briefly debated checking for certain whether she was awake or not, but when he felt the heat of her opening against the head of his penis, all bets were off. Sleeping or not, he had to fuck her, he had to sink his cock at least once into the little blonde who had been torturing him all day. And so, he took a deep breath, and just before he could sink his rod into Jenny's amazing little pussy, she surprised him. He couldn't see it in the dim light of her bedroom, but with his hands grasping her soft cheeks he could feel her butt move in the direction of his penetrating head. 

'Or did it,' he questioned? But it didn't matter because there was nothing else in his head at the time he first felt himself enter Jennifer's forbidden tunnel. It was so warm and wet already; he couldn't believe the feeling - it consumed him. Sinking into her, feeling her insides wrap around him and surround him with wonderful heat, he could feel himself still holding his breath. He finally took a breath of fresh air when he heard his cousin Jenny take one herself. It was cute, a little gasp as he entered her and her fingers grasped at the pillow her head lay gently on. 

Ben leaned forward, pressing the final inch or two of his length into his cousin. As his hips met her cheeks and his hand left her ass to push back a lock of hair, he checked her face to see if she was still pretending to be asleep. She was, the corners of her mouth feigning a slumbering peacefulness still. She was helpless to him though as he withdrew, once again feeling her pussy walls sliding against the sensitive tip of his penis. Her mouth became an adorable grin then, finding herself unable to betray the delicious pleasure her cousin was delivering her.

Ben took another peak at the angel's face, this time finding her beautiful blue eyes peeking through barely-opened lids. Her teeth flashed white with a sexy smile and then she pursed her lips gently before saying,

"Bad boy, you can't put your big cock in your own little cousin..."

It was a whisper, sleepily spoken but it made Ben shiver with excitement. 

"Don't do it again, you can't fuck your naughty cousin's tiny..." she quivered as his tip lingered at her entrance, 

"tight..." she uttered as it left her clinging lips and then tapped down upon her pulsing and sensitive clit,

"wet............" he lined up, she was still whispering.

"ooooo.....ugghhhhh," she squealed as Ben plunged forth into her and took her needy pussy once more. 

It was a quicker plunge this time, her slutty and intentionally unconvincing words of refusal had assured that. Ben needed to be buried inside the little blonde immediately. He found her back arched again though, willing him deep into her womb as she met his thrust with her own.

Her back formed a sloped arch just north of her bubbly white butt -- a perfect place for his hands to brace himself to fuck her harder, if she wanted it, 'did she?'

"what if I just wandered into the wrong room cuz' I was so... ooouuuwhhh..." he penetrated Jenny again, finding himself balls deep before she could finish her sentence, "sleepy and a little drunk?.....uugggh fuck it's big....."

Ben tried to formulate a response to explain why he'd just decided to push his cock into the slumbering cheerleader he'd found bottomless on his bedspread. She beat him to the punch:

"or what if that sleepy and kinda drunk little girl wanted you to ........unnngggghhh...." she trembled as he unsheathed once more, "stop being so.....mmmnhh.... gentle," she directed her eyes toward him and spoke directly: "fuck her the way you wanted to when you saw her cheer a few weeks ago."

She was right; weeks before their trip he'd gone one weekend with his parents to see Jenny cheer for her high school's big game. In her short skirt and belly hugging uniform top, he remembered being forcibly immersed in a daydream of her rhythmically swinging hips moving not to the music but along the course of his cock, as it was now. And so, wanting her now and remembering how much he wanted her then, he took hold of her supple lower back and plunged his entire length into her in one strong movement.

She cooed, and she flexed at the hips into his depressed fingertips, but she didn't discourage him as he removed himself and hesitated only a fraction of a second before impaling her once more. He started to build a rhythm and so did the gentle smack of her cheeks against him as he poked at her naughty pussy entrance and then buried himself deep into her core easily in her soaked state.

He wanted to be deeper, to feel more of her tiny pussy sucking him in, but he couldn't. Instead, he slid out, leaving her empty and lonely, before filling her eagerly once more. Over and over he fucked her from behind, his weight depressing her lovely body into the pillow-top. She looked so intolerably sexy there - all he could do to appreciate it was fuck her more.

And she was beginning to show her appreciation more and in her own ways. Her back reached the peak of its arch, her butt thrust proudly into the air. Her moaning and fidgeting increased obviously, so much so that he could feel her beginning to get antsy so pinned down beneath him. Though he, admittedly, took a few more greedy strokes deep inside of her to savor the prone position he was fucking his sexy little cousin in, he eventually realized the potential benefits of releasing the squirming little minx to act out her naughty desires on him.

Pulling himself from her heated center he took hold of his rigid shaft and wiggled his tip about her entrance and to her ultra-delicate button. She hummed with pleasure before trying to wriggle her way free so she could fuck him the way she wanted. He let her free, but first caught her when she'd made it to her back and revealed more of her taut body to his wanting eyes. 

Jennifer's eyes found his, wondering why he'd stopped her when he saw what he wanted. She pecked him first, pursed lips against his unsuspecting ones. But when his hand found its way to the bottom of her already scrunched tee, she laid on him a kiss he'd not soon forget. Their tongues intertwined, their lips melded, their hands searched for the next place to touch.

And so they went on, making out like two teenagers, Jenny actually was a teen, and the softness of her body, the perkiness of her tits and the sweet youth in her moaning and cooing made her the most desirous one on earth at that moment. So he let her roll about him, straddling him now as she worked her hips just right to reinsert her cousin's member.

"Is this what you want Ben," she whispered again, "do you want me to put this monster back inside?" She took grasp of his head and shaft and rubbed it hastily against her moist lips.

"I've wanted to fuck you for so long, uggggghhhh," this time it was Jenny urging his cock into her, "I've even thought about you when my ex was fucking me a few times.....oooooohhhh.... but he was never so........uhhhh..... fucking...... big."

"Ohhh.....Ben.... it feels so good!" Jenny exclaimed as she came to rest atop her cousin with his cock lodged as deeply within her as possible. Ben wondered whether they could be heard, worrying more when Jenny started to gasp and move up and down. 

In and out his big cock went, stretching Jenny's pussy walls as it filled her, and feeling it release suction as his tip peered between her lips on withdrawal. Jenny placed her hands on his chest, only just able to appreciate the firmness of it and her cousin's physique. She braced herself there, her elbows close enough together that her perky teen titties squeezed between. With a beautifully arched lower back, Jenny bounced her hips off her cousin's as she impaled herself over and over.

"Oh my God Ben, fuck me right there," he took hold of her hips, helping her, "keep fucking me like that.....ooouuuhhh..." he clapped his hips against hers causing him to continuously bottom out inside her.

Ben rolled Jenny onto her side, spinning her about just so that he was spooning her in front of him, but her back lay flat against the bed. Sprawled out there in front of him was her beautiful body, ready to be filled with her cousin's incestuous cock and her tits ready to be held in his hands. Their hands touched as they both reached to guide Ben's cock home. Jenny smiled as her cousin closed his hand over hers and they both connected Ben's tip with the mini blonde's opening.

He lingered for what seemed like an eternity for both of them but was only actually a few seconds before burying himself to the hilt once again in her sprawled out body. Her tiny ass looked so cute curled in front of him, white and smooth and soft and all the better when seen with his cock sliding through into her pussy.

"Baby I'm getting close," Ben warned, her increased tightness in this position catching him off-guard. The feeling of her body so fuckable and bendable to his will, and the softness of her amazing breasts jiggling in his hands as he slammed into her suddenly had him unsure whether he'd be able to contain himself inside his cousin. 

"I'm not on birth control....ooooo... fuck.... You can't come inside me Ben...." She whispered, but loud enough that Ben could still hear, feeling a pang of disappointment strike him. "Daddy didn't want me getting any ideas so he wouldn't let me get it! Don't cum inside me..... ooooouaahhh...." She pleaded as his cock sank and retreated mid-sentence, "I could get pregnant.... You don't want...Uhhhhhghh..... to get your little cousin pregnant do you?"

Ben didn't have an answer for her, he was pretty much speechless at the words that had come out of her mouth. Hearing her say 'daddy,' and the talk about getting her pregnant had his cock pulsing out of control and it was all he could do to keep sending it in and out of Jenny's quim.

"But you can't come yet honey..... ugghhhhh...." She pleaded as he rammed her again,

"I'm so close.... just like that...... oooouwhhhhh..... don't stop!" she cried.

Ben was spreading her cheeks a bit to get a good angle with which to penetrate her, and he had found the perfect one. As he slid his thick rod into her repeatedly, she began to squirm, flexing and twisting involuntarily as his tip poked her just right inside.

"Riiiiiggghtt ttttttherrree..... RIGHT THERE..."

She was getting louder, and Ben had to move a hand to gently cover her mouth so they didn't attract an audience. Placing a few fingers over her lips she quieted, and surprised him by taking a finger in her mouth and sucking it, so only the sexy hum of her moans escaped around it. With one hand wrapped snugly around her to hold her close, and the other being licked at by her dexterous tongue, Ben was fucking his cousin harder than ever.

She was yelping and squealing at one point, still with her lips pursed around his finger to quiet her, she even nibbled a bit on it when the pleasure became too much. But it didn't hurt, the feeling of her warm pussy engulfing him was all he could feel. 

"Don't stop..... don't stop..... don't stop....." she was able to breathe out.

He couldn't stop, he wanted her to have the orgasm of the lifetime, and from the quaking of her body in his arms he figured she was having it. But what he didn't expect for, halfway through the little cheerleader's pleasure-fit, was for her taut, wet, little hole to clamp down on him as her insides spasmed in climax. He didn't expect them to suck at his invading member and send him over the edge unwillingly.

And though he immediately tried to pull his spurting cock from inside her, Jennifer had already locked a leg around his and dug her butt deep into his lap to fill herself as she came. He could do nothing, and you could scarcely blame him as he began to flood his cousin's womb with his own forbidden seed. She shook and she moaned, she could feel the warmth of his cum adding to the spreading heat of her orgasm, and it caused her eyes to roll backward in disbelief. 

She cooed and gasped for air as her cousin painted her insides with sperm. She felt so incredibly naughty then, come-to enough to know that it was her cousin that was filling her pussy up with his spunk so wonderfully, and feeling so naughty and sexy because of it.

She jammed her cheeks into his lap, taking his cock as deep as it would go; she felt the movement urge another pump from his tip, deeper into her than before. Ben trembled at the incredible sensitivity the blonde minx's fidgeting had brought to light.

He held her tight, her t-shirt bunched up over her chest and his arm and hand pressing her titties this way and that. He knew she had been serious when she'd asked him not to cum in her, but as he thrust one final time into Jennifer, his cock let out a defiant last stream of seed. He was indescribably pleased, balls-deep in his naughty cousin and feeling their combined fluids mixed together inside her.

They both looked down as his hand took the base of his immersed shaft and slid it from her glistening lips. The walls immediately closed behind his retreating cock, and when his head finally departed from between her clinging labia, it was followed by an obvious stream of his cum. They watched her freshly-fucked opening as more of his sperm bubbled out.

"Oh no," she said, "oh no..."

Ben didn't know what to say, and when he saw her a pulse of his own jism come from inside her he knew that they were probably in some trouble.

She looked too sexy though, naked and glistening with sweat, still smiling despite the predicament. She didn't look disappointed or even as worried as he. Therefore, he didn't feel as bad when he decided to go for it and point his softening, but not nearly soft cock back toward her opening and shove forward. He felt their fluids guiding him easily in, and she was still just as hot inside as seconds before. They both inhaled sharply and Jenny gave Ben a discerning look. But she couldn't look upset for more than a second when the very same sensitivity that Ben felt had Jenny's face revealing her pleasure, unable to be concealed.

"Bennnnn...." She whined. "You came so much.... It's all inside me...... what if I get..... you know...."

Ben slid back a bit and buried himself once last excruciating time, Jenny yelped too. "Pregnant?" Ben replied smartly.

"Yeaaahhh.... Oh God it feels so good...."

"You're right...." Ben said smiling, "that would be very bad..." he flexed his cock as much as he could inside of her.

"You know, you aren't supposed to fuck your naughty little cousin..." Jenny said, putting a hand against his face.

"Oh yeah?" Ben questioned, leaning into her.

"And you definitely aren't supposed to fill her naughty pussy with so much of your hot... sticky... cum."

Ben couldn't help himself kissing his cousins feverishly then. His tongue explored hers, which she offered willingly, and his hands began to frantically search her body once more. His fingers played at the piercing on her stretched tummy. His cock may have slipped from her for the moment but it didn't matter, because he was inside her teen pussy again not a few minutes later. In fact, the two cousin's fucked through most of the night.

The next day he and Jennifer took care of the (incest pregnancy) situation, taking advantage of it once behind one of the barns on the property, with Jennifer's hands pinned against the red siding as her cousin stuck himself straight up into her. They fucked in the shower and once in a changing room when they went into town. 

Ben knew he shouldn't be so excited to be banging a blonde cheerleader like Jennifer, since she was his cousin and all, but as he pumped into her on the floor of the pontoon boat their grandparents had let them take out together and then released his umpteenth jet of cum into her, he simply didn't care. And when Jenny missed her period a few weeks later, it was only after he'd filled her properly face down on the kitchen counter at his college apartment that she'd revealed her little secret.