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Redhead

By: quimmaster



I'd met Linda at a party and she really turned me on. My dates with her until now had been enjoyable but despite her foxy, little body, she had not allowed me any real contact whatsoever. She was really uptight and I decided to give her some space. That had not really worked either. 

After our fifth date, with nothing in a physical way to show for my efforts, except for a few cases of blue balls, I suggested that she really needed a way to relax. I offered to give her a massage but she declined. 

"How do you relax?" she asked. 

"Well, there are three ways," I explained. "One, I've suggested to you but you don't seem interested in making love. The second, I just suggested but you don't seem interested in a massage. I really think that you don't want me to touch you because you're afraid you just might end up enjoying it," I taunted her as I let her know that I was displeased with the status quo. "The third is hypnosis," I added. 

"Hypnosis?" she asked. "That relaxes you?" 

"Absolutely. It is one of the greatest relaxers ever invented," I said. 

"How long have you been into that?" she asked. 

"Oh, about 8 or 9 years. I'll hypnotize you if you like," I offered. Linda hesitated and I decided to press my luck. "Come on. It won't kill you. Just lie back on the sofa and kick off your shoes," I suggested. "I'll sit on the coffee table," I added, to reassure her that I wasn't going to lie down beside her. She gave me a suspecting look but then kicked off her shoes and lay back across the sofa. I moved to sit on the coffee table beside her. 

"I want you to relax and listen carefully to the sound of my voice," I explained as I softened the tone of my voice. I first took her on a guided fantasy and then talked her though a series of relaxation exercises before moving on to real hypnosis. It took a little while for her to relax but after about 15 minutes, she went into a trance. Before bringing her out of the trance, I decided to add a post-hypnotic suggestion.

"When you awake, you will feel very relaxed and refreshed. The feeling will remain with you all day. When you hear the words 'horny, little bitch' you will go out onto the back porch and find a backpack. You will bring it inside and follow the instructions inside exactly," I suggested. I then brought her out of the trance. Linda felt relaxed and refreshed. 

When I'd first met her, the thing that stood out to me was her beautiful, red hair. She had a slender body and wore a silk shirt unbuttoned to mid-chest, that allowed a glimpse of her cleavage. She did not have particularly large breasts but they fit her frame beautifully. She was sexy and seductive but scared shitless of getting involved. After several dates I could sense that she really wanted to get involved sexually but would not let herself. It had been a long time since she'd gotten laid but was too uptight to do anything about it. I'd decided that the only way she would loosen up was if she had no control of the situation. Since she would not give up control voluntarily, I put my little plan into effect. I did not want to hurt her or scare her too much. 

The next day, while Linda was at work, I stopped by her house and walking around the back, left a small backpack on her porch. I called Linda around seven at her house and we began to talk. She spoke about the hypnosis and how relaxed she'd felt for the rest of the day. 

"You know, I should have given you a suggestion to loosen you up a little bit about getting physical," I teased her. 

"Oh, that's all you think about," she chided me. 

"Listen, I've made no bones about the fact that I like you and would like to become your lover. I think you'd like that also but you won't let yourself. You know, you're just a 'horny little bitch' who won't let herself be touched," I teased her. I waited silently and Linda said good-bye and hung up the phone. She opened the back door and brought in the backpack. She opened it and read the instructions. 

First she went into her bedroom and took out a very sexy teddy. Then she put up a bubble bath and while it filled, she went through the other items I'd left for her. She drew all the drapes and opening the garage door, unlocked the entrance to the kitchen. After her bath, she brushed out her flaming, red hair and putting on her teddy, she admired herself in the mirror. She looked very good. She pulled the bed away from the wall, into the middle of the room. Then she assembled the items I'd left for her on the bed and then placed a large wedge-shaped pillow in the middle of the mattress. She set up the tripod and video camera and aiming it at the bed, turned it on.

Linda picked up the two leather cuffs I'd left for her and placed one around each of her ankles. They were thick and padded with sheep's wool on the inside. Next she picked up the metal telescoping rod and pulling it open to its full length, laid it across the pillows of her bed. She attached the short chain attached to the middle of the pole to the rungs of the bed's headboard. It would not move off of the pillows. Sitting on the bed, she inserted the gag in her mouth and stretched the elastic band around the back of her neck, pulling her flaming, red hair out from under the strap. She could feel the rubber ball slip between her teeth and hold her mouth open. She then turned to face the head of the bed and attached one ankle and then the other to the rings in the ends of the pole with the clips that hung from her cuffs. She looked down at her tapering legs as they were spread wide apart on the bed. She could really feel her inner thighs stretch and she bent her knees slightly to ease the strain on her muscles. She moved her ass to the middle of the large bed and then closed another set of handcuffs I'd left her around one of her wrists. She lay back over the wedge pillow and adjusted it to fit comfortably under the middle of her back. Her shoulders were raised and her back arched over the pillow as her head hung back. She stretched her arms over her head to see that they would reach the railed footboard. She then reached over for the blindfold and put it in place. Then once again she stretched her arms up over her head, slid the chain of the handcuffs around the railing of the footboard and then snapped the cuff around her other wrist. She was ready. 

I knew it would take me awhile to drive to her house and I wanted her ready when I arrived. Pulling into the garage, I closed the door and entered the house. Linda had been lying bound, by her own hands for almost twenty minutes and all kinds of fantasies had been running though her mind as she tried to imagine what was going to happen to her beautiful body. She heard me enter and her nipples began to harden as her sweet pussy began to moisten. 

Coming into the room, I gazed at her bound body and then rewound the video tape and watched the last few minutes of her binding her body to the bed. Picking up the camera, I began to photograph her as I let the camera explore the curves and crevices of her luscious body. I reset the camera on the tripod and focused it on Linda's bound body. I sat down on the bed beside her and brushed her soft cheek. Linda tried to speak but could not with the gag in her mouth. I was going to enjoy reintroducing this beautiful woman to the pleasures that her body could provide and receive and to the idea and pleasures of bondage. 

Leaning over her bound body, I kissed her cheek gently and her body began to tremble. I licked her cheek and then ran my tongue over her open lips. I kissed her again. Linda jumped slightly as I traced my fingers down her slender neck and teased her soft shoulders and upper arms. Then I traced my fingers across the tops of her firm breasts as they swelled gently below her silky teddy. Linda tried to protest but her voice was muffled by the gag. She tried to squirm away but the binding held her tightly and she could not move. There was nowhere for her to go. I cupped her warm breast in my hand and began to knead her firm mam. I watched as her nipple hardened and pressed against the soft silk of her teddy. Linda kept lifting her head as I continued to caress her breast. I shifted my hand to her other breast and then back and forth. Her nipples were hard as rocks and she continued to fight for a few moments. It did not take long for this beautiful woman to drop her head back and give up the fight. 

On the front of her teddy was a bow, just below her ample breasts. I picked up the end and slowly pulled as the bow opened. With a sweep of my hand, I brushed the front of her top away and gazed down at the creamy whiteness of her beautiful breasts. Her skin was very white with some freckles that contrasted with the ruby redness of her nipples. My fingers closed on her nipple and I pinched it gently. I then rolled it between my fingers as the bound beauty moaned with pleasure. I teased and pinched her breasts for several minutes and then lowering my mouth, kissed her hard nipple. Linda gasped. 

I began to suck on her tender nipples, licking them and nibbling on them. I thought they were hard when I'd begun but the only got harder as I teased them. I sucked hard on them and bit her gently a few times in my zeal to enjoy her magnificent breasts. Instead of squirming away from me, Linda seemed to be writhing in passion as I continued to enjoy her long neglected titflesh. 

After enjoying her creamy tits for several minutes, I began to work my way down the front of her arched body. As I got to the top of her sheer panties, I skipped down over her open thighs and began to lick and kiss the smooth skin of her open thighs, down near her knees. I could hear her moaning and screaming in pleasure as I teased her open thighs. It was time to find out if she was really a red head. 

Sitting up, I ran my palm across the inside of her thigh from her knee up to the joining of her legs. I cupped her mons in my hand and then rubbed her hard between her legs. I felt the heat and wetness that emanated from her long neglected pussy and sliding my fingers into her silk panties, pulled them up tightly between her swollen pussy lips. Linda's head bolted up as the material rubbed against her clit. She was a natural redhead. I stroked and teased her mons and tugged on the tight material buried between her pussy lips. Her panties were actually two small triangles connected over the hips by thin strips of material. I slid my fingers under one of the strips and pressing it firmly between my fingers I ripped it open. Linda gasped as she felt the material snap open. Sliding my fingers across her soft skin, I reached for the other strip and ripped it apart also. Then holding the end of the strip in my hand, I slowly pulled upwards as the bound beauty felt the soft material slide through her drenched pussylips and then from between her satiny thighs. Her last vestige of modesty was gone. Before me lay a seething quim - fully exposed and aching to be filled. 

Far be it from me to keep a beautiful woman waiting. Lowering my face between her open thighs, Linda could feel my warm breath on her naked flesh. Again I began to stroke Linda's thighs and then eased my finger between the moist folds of her swollen labia. I heard her gasp. Her body began to shake as my finger slipped into her tight love channel. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her and since she'd been aroused by anyone. Linda was sexually out of control and the bindings held her. She raised her knees and lifted her ass slightly as I probed her seething pussy. 

I slipped another finger into her body and began to fuck her gently with my fingers. She was very tight - I mean very tight. I pressed my thumb against her erect clit as my fingers slid gently in and out of her juicing pussy. Linda's body was shaking as her sweet flow coated my probing fingers.

Easing my fingers from her seething pussy, I moved to the head of the bed and then climbed between her open thighs. I kissed her just above her knee and then slowly worked my way closer and closer to her spread pussy. Her legs were in a constant state of motion as I drew closer to her seething quim. As I had done with my fingers earlier, I pointed my tongue and inserted it between the wet folds of her labia and pressed deep into her sweet flesh. 

Linda was screaming with pleasure as I licked her pussy. Finding her clit, I caressed it with the tip of my tongue and she shot even more cum into my mouth. My tongue slid deep into her body as I tried to lick all of her sweet nectar. I explored every inch of her pussy, probing deeply with my tongue and nibbling on her clit as my fingers pinched her firm ass. Linda was in ecstasy as her beautiful body continued to cream every few moments. My tongue was giving out and it was time to try something new. 

I began to kiss and lick my way up her beautiful body as I stretched out across her. Linda could feel my ramrod as it brushed up against her smooth, inner thighs. As I got closer to her breasts, my cock pressed firmly against the soft skin beside her swollen pussy lips. She moaned deeply as I began to suck on her taut nipples once again. Then when I began to nibble by way up to her neck, she felt the tip wedge between her swollen labia. I raised myself up and watched her as I slid my cock all the way into her beautiful, bound body. Once all the way in, I waited and then flexed my cock in her loins. Linda gasped as she felt my cock fill her tight pussy. It had been a long time since anyone had shoved a cock into her body. 

Slowly I withdrew my shaft from her tightness until only the tip remained embedded between her swollen labia. Then I pressed my cock back into her body and could feel her inner muscles close tightly around my invading shaft and massage my cock. Again I slid my cock out but then rammed it back in hard as her head bolted upwards as she screamed softly. I felt her insides flood and the warmth around my cock was exquisite. Again and again I rammed my cock deep into her tight quim as her tits began to heave and her ass began to gyrate. Linda braced her feet on the mattress and lifted her pussy slightly as she rolled her hips each time my cock invaded her tightness. I could feel my cum getting ready to explode as I shoved my cock into her writhing body. 

Leaning over her body, I bit her breast and her powerful love muscles clamped down around my invading shaft and my cock erupted deep inside her quivering pussy. Linda felt the powerful explosion in her body and her own orgasm overwhelmed her. 

I stretched out over her body as her head lay back and her chest continued to heave. I could feel the collective heat of our bodies as I lay in her warm saddle. I felt her inner muscles continue to milk my shaft as she tried to drain every last drop of cum and pleasure from my cock. I lay quietly as I began to nibble on her slender neck. 

It took some time for my cock to slip from her cum-filled quim and then I lifted myself off of her beautiful body. I focused the camera on her pussy and the cum that continually oozed out of it. I then repositioned the camera and put in a new cassette.

Coming around to the foot of the bed, I climbed on and looked down at her panting tits as they were pressed upwards by the wedge pillow below her back. Her head hung down and placing my knees on either side of Linda's head, brushed her soft cheeks with the tip of my spent cock. Linda could smell the powerful scent of cum on my cock and feel the moistness of our cum on her cheek as I pressed the tip against her lips. Reaching down, I pulled the ball gag from between her teeth and as she opened her mouth to say something, I slid my cock between her soft lips. She could taste the sweetness of our cum as my cock filled her mouth. I felt her tongue lick at the length of my shaft as my body began to slowly rock in and out of her mouth. My hands came down to her creamy breasts and I began to tease her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently as I pulled on them. Every time Linda moaned, she tickled my cock in her mouth. It only took moments for her to lick all of the cum from my cock and for her talented mouth to begin to bring my cock back to life. 

As she pleasured my cock and I teased her nipples, I thought to myself, 'what a shame that such a beautiful and talented woman should deny herself and others the pleasures that her body was capable of providing.' I did not pump into her mouth but waited as my cock began to grow in her mouth. 

I could feel the beginning of another erection as my cock pressed against the back of her throat. I felt her tongue on my shaft and then she tried to pull her head away but could not. As my shaft grew in her mouth, the tip pressed against her tonsils and Linda started to gag. I did not move and as my cock entered her throat, I could feel her spasms as the sensation pleasured my cock. Finally her muscles stopped their spasms and I could feel the length of my shaft buried deep in her throat. 

My cock continued to grow until it reached its full size. Leaning forward and bracing my hands on the bed, I slid out of Linda's throat until only the head of my cock remained in her sweet mouth. Slowly, I slid back in to the hilt and Linda felt her throat stretch open to accommodate my cock. I began to fuck her beautiful face as Linda tried to move her hands. She could not. I fucked her like this for several minutes as I watched her lips close around my invading shaft and felt her warm breath on my balls. I slid back until only the tip of my cock remained in her mouth and Linda went after it like a madwoman. I could feel her lick and suck on my cock as she tried to pleasure me. It was working and I shot my load deep into her throat as she gulped and swallowed to get it all. 

I slid my cock back into her mouth and again waited for my cock to soften in her talented mouth as she continued to suck on me. When I was totally satisfied, I slid my cock from between her lips and I climbed off of the bed. I picked up the video camera and began to take more pictures of my bound captive. I released the chain holding the pole to the headboard but Linda didn't know that. 

I left her bound on the bed as I walked over to the easy chair in the corner and sat down. I needed to rest for a while and I wanted to think about other ways to enjoy the beautiful woman bound before me. 

Returning to the bed, I placed my hand on Linda's thigh and felt her body quiver. I slid my hand up to her wet pussy and probed her body gently. Then easing my fingers from her quim, I ran my hand all the way down to her ankle. Taking hold of the pole holding her legs open, I pulled it up over her head, bending her body in half. Pulling further on the pole, I pulled her all the way over until her feet touched the floor. Her legs were still spread wide apart and her body was bent over the footboard as her wrists were still bound to the railing between her legs. Linda felt her upper arms frame her tits as they were mashed against the mattress. Her ass stood out beautifully. 

I stepped up behind her and let my cock graze over her firm asscheeks and dip between her firm thighs. She gasped as she felt my cock tease her quim. I slipped my cock between her moist lips and then slid all the way into her warm, wetness. As my shaft reached full penetration, Linda's body pressed forward and she grunted. I flexed my cock deep in her loins and then began to fuck her sweet body gently. 

Easing my cock from between her thighs, I inserted two fingers into her bubbling pussy. I coated them with her wet flow and then began to caress and prod her tight, little ass. I pressed my finger between her firm cheeks and pushed gently against her puckered asshole. Linda clenched her muscles tightly in an effort to prevent the invasion of her sweet ass. I was not about to be denied but I didn't want to hurt her either. I pressed my finger gently against her tight hole. 


Redhead



Author's Note: This is a true story and happened over 20 years ago. In a way, it laid the groundwork for future experiences. As this is my first attempt at writing a story, any feedback would be appreciated.

I was at my desk finishing up a few phone calls when Scott popped his head through my door. Seeing that I was on the phone, he made hand gestures for me to hang up and head out the door. I quickly ended my call, grabbed my duffel bag, and followed him out of the plant. This was going to be a great weekend. Scott, myself, and too other guys at work, Pat and Jim were headed to Atlanta to catch a Georgia Tech/Alabama football game. Scott was revved up, as he was recent alumni, as for me and the other guys, we just wanted to get drunk and hopefully score with some co-eds. The four of us could blend in as we all graduated from college within the past year.

The drive down to Atlanta was uneventful. We pulled into our hotel, checked in, and then hit all the local spots with Scott as our tour guide. It was great being back on a college campus; drinking and chatting up the girls. With our newfound job status, we were hoping that we could impress some of the co-eds and get laid. Who were we kidding, we were four engineers and we quickly found out that engineers scored with good looking co-eds as often as they did when they were engineering students, which is to say, not often. Still, that didn't prevent us from getting shit-faced drunk.

During the course of the evening, I got separated from the rest of the guys and decided to head back to the hotel. Being an Asian male, I didn't have nearly the alcohol capacity as my buddies and I needed to sleep. Somehow, I managed to find the correct hotel and correct room which was a major accomplishment considering how drunk I was. I opened the door and promptly passed out on my bed.

I was in the middle of a wet dream, a beautiful wet dream that seemed too real. I was dreaming that I was getting my cock sucked. It felt so real, I could feel the tongue swirl around my cockhead and feel the lips moving up and down my shaft. I must have known that it was not a dream as I woke up with a start.

"What the fuck!" I said, ready to take a swing at who ever was sucking my cock. My first thought was that one of my buddies had gone gay.

I calmed down when I looked at my crotch and saw was a mass of red hair, obviously belonging to a woman bob up and down my cock. It felt great as I lay back on the bed to enjoy my good fortune. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Scott sitting naked on an easy chair. Our eyes met and he toasted me with the beer in his hand.

Suddenly, the woman at my crotch let my cock fall out with a pop and said, "You lose, and I told you I could wake him up! Now you owe me $20!" She put her mouth back on my cock and resumed sucking.

Scott got up and fished through his wallet, pulled out a twenty, and threw it on the bed. He walked over to us and I noticed he had a raging hard on. He got right behind her, pulled her up by her hips so she was in the perfect position for doggy. He eased his cock into her and she let out a low moan. With her in this new position, I could see that this woman was older than us, about 40 years old, a little plump but I wasn't complaining.

Scott and I filled her front and back. I was really glad that I had a lot to drink, as I was able to hold back cumming for a while. Still, the redhead worked on my dick skillfully with her mouth and hands. Her blowjob was very different from the ones that I had received from women closer to my age. The redhead would bring me to the brink and then let me down again. You can't teach that technique, it is only gotten through experience.

Each time Scott rammed into her, it forced her head down on my cock further. Finally, I reached the point of no return and started to cum down her throat. The redhead kept sucking, swallowing every drop, and she still tried to suck some more out of me. I had to pull her off my cock as it got two sensitive.

With my cock out of her mouth, the redhead began to scream, "Fuck me, Fuck me harder" in an adorable Southern drawl. Scott was all concentration, the sweat poring off of him as he pounded into her cunt. I had to take a leak and when I returned from the bathroom, the redhead was now riding Scott. I could see her plump ass cheeks jiggling and went over and gave them a playful squeeze. I did the same for her plump tits before leaning over to suck her nipples. The redhead reached over and started to fondle my cock, trying to get it hard again. That's the beauty of youth, in no time; I had another raging boner and climbed on the bed. The redhead bent down a bit to give me some more head. Scott had a perfect view of my cock disappearing down her throat and this could have set him off as he shot his load up her pussy.

With Scott spent, the three of us rearranged ourselves. Scott flopped back on his bed and I positioned the redhead for some doggy fucking. Just as I was about to put my cock in her cunt, Scott said; "Whoa, dude, you wanna fuck that? I dropped two loads into her already."

I looked down at the redhead's cunt as she waved her ass in the air begging for more cock. I could see Scott's cum dripping out of her pussy. I just shrugged my shoulders and said, "What the fuck" and plunged into her pussy. Remember, this is 1984 when the concern for HIV and other STDs were not a huge concern.

I grabbed her wide hips and started working my cock in her. It was tough getting any friction as she was really wet from her own juices as well as the two loads that Scott had already deposited in her. I scooted up a bit more and found the best angle of attack that would negate some of the looseness and wetness. Throughout all of this, I kept wondering how this could possibly happen.

Scott later told me that after we got separated, he left the college bar area and headed to a seedy neighborhood bar he used to frequent. She was the only woman in there so Scott, ever the hound, talked her up. He must have said something that she liked because she attacked him at the bar.

She drove him back to the hotel to fuck. Scott had hoped that we were still out partying, as it was still fairly early. Seeing that I was passed out on the bed, Scott tried to get into Pat and Jim's room through the connecting door but those guys didn't unlock their door. The redhead told him that I was out cold and there was no way in the world that I would wake up so they proceed to fuck with me snoring on the next bed. After they finished, Scott couldn't believe that I didn't wake up and tried everything he could think about to wake me. He poured water on me, he turned up the TV, and he even jumped up and down on the bed much to the amusement of the redhead. Finally, she bet him $20 that she could wake me up.

He agreed and she said, "This is a sucker's bet!" The redhead pulled down my shorts and gave me head until I woke up. Fucking incredible!

Anyway, I was fucking the shit out of the redhead, all the while, she screamed, "Fuck me you fucking chink! Fuck me you yellow bastard!" Now, I didn't take offense to her racist comments at all, and screamed back at her, 'Take it you redneck slut!" which only caused her to moan and scream some more.

I was getting close to cumming when I heard the connecting door open wide. Pat and Jim had these dumbstruck looks on their faces.

The redhead just looked at them and said. "Which one of you fuckers, want to fuck me next?"

In a flash, both Jim and Pat had their pants off and moved toward the bed. Since I had her in the doggy position, both their cocks were aimed right at her head. In no time, the red head sucked Pat into her mouth and gave him the same excellent blowjob that I experienced earlier in the evening. Both guys grabbed a tit and tweaked her nipples. Jim was getting impatient so he grabbed her head and forced her mouth on him. Jim kept his hands on her head as he fucked her face. The redhead bit down on his cock causing Jim to let go.

"Play nice," she admonished him.

Seeing that he was sufficiently sorry, he took him back into her mouth. She sucked him for a couple of minutes before switching back to Pat. She did this a number of times before Pat screamed, "Shit! I'm cumming!"

The redhead was sucking Jim at the time and didn't move her mouth back to Pat fast enough. Two thick ropes of cum hit her on the side of her face and into her hair before she clamped her mouth on this cock to swallow the rest. I was amazed and seeing this, I finally dropped my load into her well-used pussy. Climbing off of her, Scott, handed me a beer with one hand and gave me a high five with the other.

We both looked at Pat who was grinning ear to ear, his cock still dripping. As for Jim, he turned the redhead over and plunged his cock right back into her overflowing pussy.

This went on for a few more hours. The four of us guys did her all night in combinations of two, three, and even four. At one point, the red head was on her back getting drilled by Pat while Jim, Scott, and I were arrayed around her head. She would suck one of us while jerking off the other two with her hands. Every so often, we would switch. What a nasty slut!

Eventually, all of us, including the redhead were fucked out. Being young, I must have come four times, thought the last couple, I was just shooting blanks as I suspect the other guys were.

At about 6:00am, the redhead got up, looked at the clock and said, "Shit, I've got to get home before my husband get home from work!"

She ran to the shower and cleaned up. The other three guys were fast asleep but I escorted her to the door. She gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Thanks, that was really great, it's been a long time since I did something like that!"

Turning around and seeing that the other three guys were asleep on the cum stained sheets, I walked into Pat and Jim's room and fell asleep on fresh sheets. 

Needless to say, we never caught the football game.



Redhead



Edit by Rex Brookdale

"My name is Erik Henriksson, I am eighteen, Swedish, and yesterday I had the best day of my whole life. That day I had sex with the most beautiful, gorgeous woman on this earth, Sandra Malmstrom. She is related to me; in fact, Sandra is my cousin. I fucked my hot cousin."

I wrote these words one day last year. I want to tell the story about how it all came to be, and what happened afterward.

........... 

There she went, a woman with whom I'd had far fewer opportunities to talk than I would have liked. I watched her walk by on long tanned legs, and noted her flat stomach and narrow waist. Today her hair was pulled loosely away from her face revealing her fine features, especially her lips. I had day-dreamed many times about kissing them. They were quite lush and across them often played a mysterious smile, like Mona Lisa's, but a thousand times more alluring. Overall, my judgment about Sandra was that she was very beautiful. She stood approximately six feet tall, with long red hair, and deep blue-green eyes around which she'd often apply a hint of color. She wore a completely white bikini today that made her breasts look a little bigger. Though they were not big, they were still beautiful, so beautiful. Her nipples showed pretty clearly through the top, but she did not seem to care. 

Sandra is my cousin, and I happened to know a few things about her. She was eighteen. At a very young age she'd had a small red rose tattooed below her navel. How she had gotten her mother to go along with it was a mystery to me. We communicated occasionally via MSN, and in the exchanges she had revealed a piece of intelligence: she had not yet slept with any man, although there had been some close calls.

It was summer, and I was spending it with my family. My mother, Inger, and Sandra's mother, Ingrid, were sisters, and for our vacation we had rented a three-bedroom cabin together, on an island. My parents slept in one bedroom, my aunt in the next, and the largest had child-sized bunk beds for my two younger sisters and brother, and her little sister and brother. What was then left for Sandra and me, you ask? Well, luckily -- if you can call it that -- there was the couch in the living room. It converted into a fold-out bed big enough for two people, which we had to share. Being the two oldest of the children, it had always fallen to our lot to put up with the worst accommodations during every summer vacation. I thought at first that it might be a little difficult to share, because after all, she was not ugly. But the first night went by without incident and gave me hope. 

The second day of vacation found us relaxing and playing on the beach. I was basking in the sun, wearing just my Speedos and sunglasses, checking out all of the girls as they walked by. There were actually some good looking ones, one in particular who appeared to be a few years older and had very large breasts. Next, I caught sight of a girl whose nice ass was completely visible around her skimpy thong, and the rest of her looked pretty cute too -- definitely someone who could be included in masturbation fantasy if I ever got lonely. But despite the eye candy, my eyes turned again and again to Sandra as she bathed and played with her siblings in the water. There was no one who even came close to being as beautiful as Sandra, I realized, and this revelation scared me.

After a while, she came out of the water, and I watched surreptitiously as she walked toward me and sat on a lounge chair next to mine. I pretended not to notice her at first, and kept my shaded gaze straight ahead, but under the sunglasses I had my eyes fixed on her as long as possible. "Hey," she said. I pretended not to hear her speak.

She suddenly stood up and shook out her long wet hair, spraying water all over me and at that point, of course, I could not ignore her any longer. Without taking off my shades I looked up at her. She smiled at me and said, "Serves you right."

"Damn blonde," I replied and winked at her.

She smiled and sat down in the chair next to mine again. "How hot it is," she said, looking out over the sea.

"Well, is the water warm, too?"

She did not answer, but just dipped her hand inside the bag resting between our loungers. From it she pulled out my camera and took a photograph of the view. "What did you say?" she finally said, and looked over at me.

"Is the water warm, or is it just you who's hot?"

She laughed before answering. "No, it's just the water that's hot." She smiled at me, and then closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair.

I closed my eyes and leaned back too.

***

That evening, the adults had promised the children they would play with them, so therefore the three 'non-children': Sandra, my fourteen-year-old brother Thomas, and I, took off to explore Mariehamn. We'd hoped to find that it was a big town with sights to see, but unfortunately, it was mostly dead everywhere we looked. Finally we found a pizzeria. Thomas was surprisingly quick to order; he stepped up to the counter to rattle off his choice, and then immediately ran off to the bathroom. I ordered, and then asked Sandra what she wanted. When she answered I repeated it to the guy behind the counter, adding, "And be sure to turn up with the best the house has, for this sweet girl." 

We found an open table for four. Sandra sat down opposite me and whispered, "Do you think I'm cute?"

"Yes I do," I replied, and looked at her. She seemed happy.

"You are also cute," she said, blushing a little.

"No ... I don't think so," I replied simply.

"You know, when Thomas is not with us, we can pretend to be together," she whispered.

"What do you mean?" I whispered back.

"Pretend we're together, nothing excessive, just holding hands kind of thing. It's anybody's guess what we are."

"You are a bit funny, aren't you?"

I trained my gaze on the guy who stood at the oven, about to bake the pizza, all the while watching Sandra out of the corner of my eye. Soon she looked up, too.

She leaned forward, and rested an arm on the table. That was when I struck. That is to say, cautiously I moved my hand and took her hand in mine, and held it. She looked at me, but my eyes did not deviate for a second from gazing in the direction of the pizza guy, who had just put the pizza in the oven.

A toilet flushed, followed by a short silence, and then out came Thomas. As if nothing had ever happened, our hands separated by a few inches.

"What took you so long?" I asked, staring at Thomas.

"Shut up," he replied quietly, then blushed and looked down at the table.

Soon the waiter came over and served us. After eating our pizzas, we sat for a while and talked, watching the customers as they came in. We noticed other people our age had arrived. Among these, I saw some of the guys looking at Sandra, wide-eyed. I understood; she was beautiful. I drank her in with my eyes, too. Thomas quietly excused himself to go to the toilet again. As soon as he was out of sight, Sandra took my hand in hers.

"Do you see how all the guys are staring at you?" I whispered to her.

"Yes, I might be pretty," she replied, blushing a little.

"I bet they're pretty jealous of me now."

"Do you want to make them jealous?" Before I could answer her, Sandra leaned over the table toward me and kissed me. I responded eagerly; she felt wonderful. When she sat back, she said, "Check if anyone looked."

I looked behind her, and indeed, all of the guys had their heads turned in our direction.

"Are they looking?" asked Sandra. I nodded in reply. She smirked and patted the seat next to her, "Sit here, next to me."

I got up and sat on the chair next to her. She took my hand and held it against her butt. "This feels a little weird," I said, and felt rather than saw the boys' burning gazes.

"It's hot," said Sandra. "It really turns me on."

"Me too ... in some weird way."

"Kiss me again."

Gently, I kissed her soft lips, and felt her tongue against mine. I held her left cheek and stroked her soft hair.

"You're beautiful," I said when the kiss was over. I gently stroked her hair and pushed aside a few strands that hung in front of her face.

Just then Thomas came back, and we had to stop what we were doing.

"Now, I've to go to the bathroom," said Sandra. We all watched as she got up and walked off.

"Erik," said Thomas, "can you help me with something?"

"Mmm. Yes, what is it?"

He got up and sat down in Sandra's place, and then whispered, "Is it normal if you...."

"... If you what?"

"If you love someone in your family?"

"What do you mean?"

"Sandra's kind of good looking, I usually ... think of her and masturbate...." Thomas blushed, and looked down at the table.

"No," I replied. "I think it's normal, if you are in puberty."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I have done it before too."

"Okay, it's not strange then?"

"No, I think not, she's fine."

"What are you talking about, boys?" Sandra stood behind us. Thomas and I froze; neither of us responded.

At that point, we decided to split and go to the back of the cottage. Outside the pizzeria, I took out my cell phone and noticed that the time was eleven, and that I had two missed calls from Mum. I called up the cabin and learned that they had all gone to bed, which meant we had to go back on foot.

Thomas pulled out his mp3 player and started playing his music, listening through his ear buds. He took the lead and started walking on ahead of us. His timing was perfect, because then Sandra and I could finally talk together undisturbed.

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes, I do."

Sandra blushed, and changed the subject. "It's so cold. I should have brought my jacket!"

"Here, take my sweater, I have a t-shirt." We stopped long enough for me to pull off my thick sweater and hand it to her. In response, she stretched out her arms and I pulled the shirt over them, and then over her head down over her body. When I pulled it down over her breasts, I could feel her nipples; they were quite erect, but maybe it was from the cold. I grabbed her waist and looked into her eyes. She blushed and looked away.

"Maybe we should go," she said, adding quickly, "Thomas is a bit ahead now."

"Yes, we should catch up to him." We hurried after him, but even so, by the time we got to the house he had already disappeared upstairs to bed. Sandra and I stayed up and helped ourselves to a bottle of cider from the fridge. We did not care if we were allowed to or not. Then we sat down in the dark living room, and put the TV on, with the volume muted. There were only a few channels, and luckily TV4 was one of them. A film played that we watched while we drank our cider.

"We are pretty crazy, right?" Sandra said, fingering the screw top of the cider bottle.

"Yes, we must be," I replied, and looked at her. "Maybe we should not hang out so much, it's like not normal."

"Mmm. But we're cousins."

"Well, then, we have not actually gone beyond messing with some guys who looked at you."

"But there are certain feelings I'm having...."

"Me too," I interjected, "and I still do not want to stop hanging out with you, even if it is not love. You are a great friend."

"I think you are too, and something inside me just wants to jump on you and...."

The air felt heavy with the tension of mutual desire and frustration. It had been a long day and there was much to think about. We sat together quietly, and watched the movie, until finally I heard Sandra lightly snoring. I felt very tired, myself. I stood up and gently took the empty cider bottle from her hand, then went to the kitchen with the bottles. I returned to the living room and unfolded the sofa bed, turned off the TV, and gently lifted Sandra up and helped her over to the bed. I laid her down on her side and pulled off her pants, uncovering a pair of white panties and those long, beautiful legs. I caressed up along one leg before returning to my task, tugging her shirt over her head along with her bra and stared at her exposed bare breasts. Quickly, I pulled off my pants, and lay down beside her.

"Is it true?" she whispered suddenly.

"Is what true?"

"That you have masturbated and thought about me?"

"Hmm. Yes it is."

"There are not many girls who would admit it, but that stuff actually makes a girl happy." Then she took my hand and placed it on her stomach, then leaned in closer to me, and we spooned for a while. She put my hand on her breast, and I stroked the underside gently. Cautiously I slipped my hand up and cupped it around her breasts.

"Erik...."

"Mmm...."

"I've thought about it for a while now, and I have to say it."

"Tell me."

"I want to feel you in me. I want to feel your cock everywhere in me, in every hole."

"Huh? But we ... we cannot ... we're cousins...."

She threw herself on me and tore at my top. "Fuck me like an animal," she said, and bit my ear as she pulled off my shirt and started licking around my nipples. "Fuck me now," she commanded.

Just as my surprise wore off and my hard-on sprang up, we heard footsteps creaking along the floorboards. Someone was walking out of one of the bedrooms upstairs. Quickly, Sandra rolled onto her side on the sofa bed, and lay with the blanket arranged over her shoulders, to hide the fact that she was topless. It was her father, who passed us on the way to the toilet. A few minutes later we heard him walk by again, returning to his bedroom and closing the door. Sandra turned to me again.

"Sorry," she said, "I don't know what happened. It's just that ... I do not know what it feels like to fuck, and I really want to know. You're like just a year older than me, and then you are very handsome, and so ... so I...."

"It does not matter, you know, I want to feel my cock in your pussy."

She looked at me. "You should not make fun of me," she said after a moment.

"I am not teasing you. I want it, too. You are my cousin, and I love you as such, but I also want to fuck you hard and wild. But now it's nearly half past four so we should sleep on it, and see how we feel about it tomorrow."

"Okay ... good night."

"Good night."

Then she kissed me, and soon was asleep. 

I, on the other hand, fell asleep much later.

Chapter 2

The next morning we all traveled by car to explore a completely different island a few hours' drive away. We went swimming, ate at a nice local restaurant, and shopped. Early on in the day, we discovered a nice hidden beach and from there we walked to the nearby village. After eating, we headed back to the main beach to relax. I spent that time in the sun, and checking out the local girls surreptitiously, while wearing my sunglasses. Sandra wasn't sun-bathing today. Instead of her bikini, she wore a white t-shirt with a short black skirt that showed off her legs.

As the sun started going down and the sky had turned pale orange, we returned to the restaurant. After we'd eaten, Sandra said, "I'm just going to the bathroom, be back in a second."

"I must go too," I interjected, and followed Sandra.

It was a unisex toilet, so Sandra disappeared into a booth and I was left outside, waiting for her. When I briefly heard her flush I slipped gently into the stall, which she had not locked. "Hey you," I said.

"What took you so long?" I was suddenly admonished, just before I felt Sandra's arms flung around my neck.

"Are you ready to --?"

"Yes," she interrupted me, "but lock the door first."

I turned around and locked the stall. Meanwhile, she also turned around and pulled up her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Sandra leaned forward and braced herself on the toilet. With one hand, I took hold of each buttock and spread them apart. Her asshole and pussy peeked out, and I stroked a finger over both of them. When I got to her pussy, I noticed that it was very wet, so I slipped my finger inside and finger-pumped her a few times. With my other hand, I began to spank her on the buttocks, and I heard her give a small moan of pleasure and pain. I leaned over her and said, "Are you ready?"

"Mmmm ..."

"I said, are you ready?"

"Mmmm ... yes I am."

"Say it then."

"I am ready."

"For what?"

"I am ready to be fucked!"

"Damn right." I smacked her across the buttocks a few more times, then unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my jeans and boxers. "Look, look what you've done," I said and made her turn her head, "see what you've done to me? Are you going to do anything about it?"

"Yes I will," said Sandra, and turned around and crouched down in front of me, face-to-face with my erection. She grasped it and jerked it back and forth a few times before gently licking the glans. She licked a few times more before she dared try to take it in your mouth. It was pretty big, so I was not really quite sure if she could fit it in. I had always won the cock measurement competitions in high school, and when measured in hard state, I had concluded that I was around 7 inches long.

She had the head of the penis in her mouth, and played with her tongue on it in circling movements. She was good, and it surprised me that she had not done it before. When we talked about it on MSN, she had told me she had never given head before, and I thought why would she lie to me about a thing like that?

She took in more and more of my cock in her mouth, and gradually devoured it to the root. She started sucking in and out, while one of her hands played with my balls, and the other explored my bum and back. It was more sensual than any other oral sex I had received, and I had been sucked several times before.

I looked down and saw her head moving back and forth along my shaft, and soon I felt I was not far from the end. When it got too close, I took hold of her head and signaled her to get up.

She did, and I said, "Turn around. Now you get cock."

She turned around, stood leaning over the toilet as before, and spread her legs. I smacked her across the buttocks a few times before I spread her and found her pussy with my dick. I slowly started pressing against her, gently sliding it in. It was very easy, because she was very wet. Her pink teen pussy enveloped my cock completely. I started to move it in and out of her, slowly moving faster and faster.

"You like that?" I asked and took her hair in my hand, gathered it into a ponytail, and pulled her head back gently.

"Mmm ... fuck me harder," she said.

I did as she demanded. She began to moan, and I fucked rougher and faster. I felt her tight young pussy squeeze my dick in a wonderful way that I never experienced before. My balls smacked loudly against her every time I pushed in my penis. We groaned loudly, as I fucked Sandra faster and even harder.

"Mmm.... fuck me hard," she moaned.

"Here you go, prime dick, straight into your pussy."

"Mmm ... ooh ... ooh ..."

Sandra's pussy squeezed hard on my dick as I sawed in and out of her. With each thrust, I got deeper into paradise. I soon found myself having to moan loudly, but controlled the urge before I got too noisy. It felt as if my cock would burst, but I wanted to see if I could give Sandra an orgasm, too. I asked her if she was close to coming, and she said no. Even so, we had to stop soon, or we'd risk suspicion. I told her that I was close. Quick as a flash, Sandra was down on her knees in front of me, jerking me off. It felt wonderful to be masturbated by her -- very different from doing it myself. Soon I came -- jet after jet of my cum hit her in the face. It splashed in her hair and over one closed eye, and lots in her mouth. She continued to jerk off my dick, then licked and sucked the head of my penis for a short time after the semen stopped flowing. She had collected much of my cum in her mouth. With a lewd smile, she opened, showed it to me, and then swallowed it all.




Redhead



I sat down on the toilet, breathless, and watched her get dressed. She unlocked the stall door and went out. Two or three seconds later, she came back, gave me a kiss, and said, "Here's something for dessert." With stall door open, she bent down over my almost limp cock and sucked it back to full hardness. After giving me another kiss she walked out again, leaving me alone with my erection.

Chapter 3

"My name is Erik Henriksson, I am eighteen, Swedish, and yesterday I had the best day of my whole life," I wrote on a piece of paper the following day. "That day I had sex with the most beautiful, gorgeous woman on this earth, Sandra Malmstrom. She is related to me; in fact, Sandra is my cousin. I fucked my hot cousin."

It felt good to write it down, and it made me happy. I folded the paper in half. On it in block letters, I wrote a few words:

'BEAUTIFUL' and down below it, 'MORE TONIGHT?'

I wrote this while sitting near the porch door, and it seemed as if each member of my family passed by at least once. Every time someone walked past me I pretended to be drawing, and leaned over so that no one would see the paper. Eventually Sandra came by, and as she passed I looked around to make sure no one else was in the room. They were all out on the porch. Sandra and I were just inside the open door, so we could not say anything in case they might hear. When she walked past, she caressed my back and leaned over me.

"What are you drawing?" she whispered.

I did not answer but instead pushed the paper so that she could see, then I looked at her. With one hand she covered over my eyes. I heard her draw, or write, something on the paper. Soon she stopped, and giving me a peck on the cheek she ran out the porch door. I looked after her, watching as she sat down in a chair just beyond my field of vision. Then I looked at the paper. Under my text she had written:

'Yes! Fuck tonight? Cunt Ass Sucking Cock Licking pussy! I want to try all these! HORNY!' It surprised me that she used such words and that she wanted me so much. Maybe she was a little kinky. I took back the pen to continue drawing. But I could not, because there it was, with beautiful style:

'Love you; do not forget it ... Sandra'. It amazed me that she had turned the page without my having heard her do so.

My first thought was to write a reply, but I changed my mind because I did not want to ruin her fine work. I left it untouched and stuffed the pad and pencil into my backpack, and went out on the porch.There, I was immediately accosted with a request to play soccer with Thomas and the younger children. I agreed. We made everyone else play, too. I grinned at Sandra, who responded by pretending to look crushed. I groaned when she chose to play on the opposing team.

Both my mother and Sandra's found an excuse not to play, saying that they had to cook. But it did not matter to me. Without their stern, watchful presence we played more roughly, something I definitely relished.

I scored one goal almost immediately, and soon followed it up with another, to make it 2-0. My lead was then reduced by Thomas. After his team added one more score, we were tied. Not long after that, dad scored another goal and it was 2-3. The game had turned exciting again. I raced toward my brother. He saw me coming and knew that I was going to tackle him, so he just smacked his fist against his chest, as if to say "Come on then!" Which was exactly what I did. He collapsed in a heap, and I lay over him. I stood up, and then helped him to sit up, to check and make sure that he was fine.

Sandra walked up to Thomas, looked at me and grinned, then helped Thomas up. She gave him a hug, and rubbed her body against his. After a while, the game ended, and the food had been served. I loved spaghetti with meat sauce but tonight we got instant macaroni and meatballs, which was a shame.

"Erik and Thomas," said my mother while we ate, "after the food is finished, get your sisters and take them to the beach, understood?"

"And take Charlie and Lotta with you, Sandra," added Sandra's mother.

Protests were coming from three directions while simultaneously the four younger children, aged six to eight years old, started screaming with happiness. We were thus forced to do as we were told.

We went down to the beach an hour after eating, with all the kids and three fold-up chairs. Just then Thomas told me that he had forgotten to bring the soda that we three would be drinking. I was furious. Sandra told me to go back for it.

When I arrived at the cottage the adults were sitting around drinking and playing cards. I thought, what else could you expect? I grabbed the soda and ran back to the beach again.

When I arrived, Thomas was bathing. I sat down on a sun lounger beside Sandra.

"What did you do with Thomas earlier today?" I asked.

"I retaliated, because you tackled my teammate," she replied.

"You did not seem very interested in me today," I said, looking at her. "You seemed more interested in Thomas, like when you said I had to get the soda."

She stroked my cheek and ran her fingers through my hair. Her gentle hand felt warm against my skin.

"Do you think Thomas and I would...." she started, and trailed off.

"Yes, why not? You've already had one cousin in you."

She smiled because of my choice of words, and said, "But I fuck you because I love you, and not just as a cousin."

"I love you too."

"It's hard to believe, right?"

"Yes, it's really sick."

"Hmmm. But we can never let anyone know."

We stood together and looked out over the water, where the kids were swimming with Thomas. I took her hand in mine, and held it tightly.

Chapter 4

As usual, Thomas, Sandra and I stayed awake the longest. It was Friday night, so there was a movie on every channel we could find. Finally, we chose to watch an 'American Pie' re-run. Sandra got ready for bed first, then fell asleep. Thomas and I continued watching quietly. When the film was over, Thomas left to go to bed.

I undressed, and when I lay down, I heard Sandra whisper, "It was about time, I've been waiting forever."

"For what?"

She did not answer at first, but just pulled off the covers. She was completely naked, and what a sight! She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. "Off with your underwear," she ordered, and I was quick to obey. She wriggled down under my blanket so that it covered the whole of her, and she began to suck my cock. I went from being flaccid to harder than titanium in a few seconds. Sandra's tongue wandered from the root up to the glans, where it swirled around. She took my whole 7-inches in her mouth and sucked it for a while. With her hand she began to jerk me off while licking and sucking on my scrotum with her mouth and tongue. I moaned quite loudly and begged her to stop, worried that I would wake everyone up. Sandra crawled up and lay down next to me. We kissed for a long time, then it was my turn to go down between her legs. She spread as I put her legs over my shoulders. Her cunt was wide open for me and completely shaved. I had given head once before. The girl had told me I was good, so I figured with Sandra I would do what I did then. I started to lick gently on her clitoris and made tiny circles with my tongue. I pressed gently against her with a finger that I had coated with my saliva, and slid it into her pussy. 

"Mmm.... Oooh...." I heard Sandra murmur. I licked over her pussy, pumped into her faster and soon increased to two fingers. My tongue played with her clitoris, then I worked my way down her slit. I was lingered briefly at the place between her pussy and ass, but not for long, moving down until I was licking around her asshole. I gently licked and tentatively stuck in my tongue. She moaned louder, seeming to like it, so I licked her asshole and buttocks thoroughly. I went back to licking her pussy, while I pushed my finger against her anus. Carefully, I pressed in the whole finger, then slowly pulled it out. I started sliding it in and out and then used two fingers. Sandra moaned loudly and I licked her pussy as I ass-pumped faster. She bucked and ground up and down against me. Pussy juice ran out and she moaned loudly, almost too loud. As I heard her start to orgasm I licked more intensely on the little nub of her clitoris, and after a few minutes she started gasping and fell down, puffing out her cheeks in a noisy gasp. I crawled up and lay down next to her, kissing her.

While she caught her breath, I leaned over her and licked her breasts, going from one nipple to the other. I nibbled and squeezed gently on her breasts, and kissed them. I worked my way up to her mouth, eagerly licking and kissing her lips, causing Sandra to giggle a little. I reached down with one hand and fondled her pussy again, but she interrupted me. She gently pushed me onto my back, straddled me, then kissed and licked my lips, face, and upper body. She sat up, and reached back around herself to grab my cock. As she leaned forward slightly on her knees, she guided my rock-hard cock into her pussy. Gently, she began to ride my big dick. My entire cock slipped into her wet pussy, filling her to the hilt. As her pussy adjusted to my cock, she squeezed and rode me harder. In short, my wonderful cousin was in full swing, riding me to the end of the world. I was in paradise. I took a firm grip on her hips and began to thrust back and forth, listening to her groan each time I thrust my length inside her.

"Aaah! Ooooh! Ooh!"

I moaned too, and fucked her harder. After a while, I felt Sandra buck hard, heard her let out a long groan, and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock tightly, as her pussy juices ran down onto me.

I pulled out to let her rest, but she urged, "Take me in the ass, fuck my ass."

I had no intention to argue with her, I helped her up on all fours, parted her buttocks and licked around her asshole. It tasted wonderfully of her pussy juices. I put my cock against her asshole, pushed forward and slid very easily inside with all her juices and my precum as lubricant. I slid, slowly and carefully, deeper and deeper into her ass. It felt so different to fuck her this way -- it was excruciatingly tight. When my big cock was completely inside her little asshole, I pulled out carefully, and then asked, "Does it feel good?"

"Mmmm.... yeah, fuck my ass...."

"Tell me if I should just stop."

"Mmmm.... it's okay, it's nice."

With that as a green light, I drove on. First, I continued cautiously, but as I felt my cock easily slip in and out of her ass, I fucked faster and harder. Sandra's moans, in response, came faster higher. Soon, it was as if we had never done anything but fucked like that, our whole world revolving around fucking each other. Had someone come by, we might not have even noticed them. Every time my cock slid into my cousin's tiny teenaged ass, my balls slapped against her pussy.

"I'll...." I moaned.

"Come inside me," said Sandra with a groan.

I took a firmer grip on her waist and shoved my dick in hard, pulled it out a little, and then pushed it in even harder. With that I began to send jet after jet of hot cum into Sandra, spraying a long hot river of cum, filling her bowels. It was the sweetest orgasm I'd ever had.

"Is that it?" I huffed as I lay down next to Sandra, who was panting just as hard.

"No, I want more cock."

"Good, because you're going to get it. Don't believe that I'm finished so easily." She lay down on me and I felt her breasts pressed against my chest, as I grabbed her around her hips. "Now?" I said.

"No, we'll wait a while to let your dick get hard again."

"It probably won't be difficult."

There was silence for a while, and we only stared into each other's eyes. She said, "I love you," and kissed me deeply, her tongue playing with mine. I felt my cock start to grow again.

"Will you be my girl?" I asked suddenly, blushing.

"Yes, I will," she replied and smiled, and kissed me again.

"But nobody must know anything," I said.

"No, but it does not matter, as long as we love each other, and have lots of beautiful fucking."

With those words, she began to make circular movements with her lower body so that her pussy stroked my cock.

"Now?" I asked.

"Now," she said. She stood up and I did likewise, She pulled me over to the wall. "Fuck me against the wall," she said.

I took hold of her ass, gently lifted her up, and with her help, slid my dick into her pussy. She leaned with her back against the wall as I held her gorgeous buttocks. I jerked a little in surprise, feeling warm fluid on my hands and realizing it was my semen flowing out of her ass. She started to moan. I fucked her hard and wild, like an animal, there against the wall. I grunted and groaned, and she groaned too. She grabbed my shoulders.

"Ooh.... ooh.... ooh.... mmm.... mm.... mmmm...." she gasped.

"Mmmmm ... you like cousin-cock, huh?"

"Mmmm.... fuck me now, with your beautiful cock, fill my horny pussy with it.... ooooh...."

I thrust harder, and she moaned louder. After a couple more thrusts, she bucked against me as she leaned into my arms and clawed my back. I watched her nipples stiffen even more, and kissed them. She closed her eyes,leaned her head back, and tightened her pussy around my cock. It felt heavenly, as she had her third orgasm of the night.

Even though it had been such a short a time since I had last cum, I was fully aroused and rock hard again. I could not stop, and fucked her until she had another orgasm. When it was over, I carried her, still fucking, over to the sofa bed and laid her down. "I'm going to cum all over you" I pulled myself out of her and prepared to spray cum all over her stomach, but she quickly waved me to cum on her face. I stood with my legs on either side of her, and aimed low. She jerked off my cock for a few seconds, until I moaned, and several thick beams of hot cum hit her right in the face. It quickly got really messy, as my semen continued to spurt out of me. She swallowed and licked for all she was worth, but lots overflowed out of her mouth. When I was exhausted, she kissed my cock, her face still covered with my sperm, and then relaxed.

I did the same, falling down beside her and breathing heavily. My cock began to slowly shrink. After a while, I bent over my cousin and stroked a finger across her face. I stuck it into her mouth. She eagerly sucked it and swallowed the sperm I'd collected. I kissed her on her face.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," she said, and took my hand in hers.

Finally, we slept.

My story took place last summer, and it is now July again. Sandra and I are still together in secret. Because we live so close to each other, we have fucked several times every month since summer vacation ended. At Christmas my family will be going away to visit relatives, but Thomas and I have successfully petitioned to be allowed to stay at home. And now, thanks to Thomas's ingenuity, he managed an invitation to go to a friend's, leaving me alone for Christmas. Except, I have a cousin who has promised to spend it with me!

THE END



Redhead



I tried really hard to have a relationship with Carrie. Well, I guess we had one, it just wasn't the one I wanted to have.

Carrie was about 5'5', maybe 110 lbs, strawberry blonde hair, red in the winter (real red, not magenta), with a spattering of freckles, a perfect ass, smallish but beautiful breasts. Her hair was cut in a pixie style. And it was stuck out everywhere, but that made it sexy.

I met her in community theatre into which I threw myself after my divorce. I was easily ten years older than she, but we became fast friends. I wanted more, but she was reticent. We were in shows together, so we spent quite a bit of time with one another. Between shows, we developed the habit of going out to dinner together every Friday night. Everyone thought we were a couple. She often stayed the night at my house, and we slept in the same bed. But all we did was sleep. 

Carrie made it very clear that she was off men for a while. She loved me as a friend and trusted me. I wanted so much more, and thought more would come in time. I spent holidays with her and her family. They thought we were a couple.

A sweet moment came one day when we were at the gas station filing up her Miata which she insisted I drive. It was summer, the top was down. And my ex-wife pulled up in her 20 year-old Thunderbird and her new alcoholic love interest. Seeing us, she spoke and asked who the girl was. Carrie was great. She said, "I'm Carrie. You must be Joyce. I've heard so much about you! Michael and I were just going out to the country for a picnic. Would you and your friend like to join us?" She grabbed my arm and pulled me down so my cheek was next to hers and smiled her biggest smile. It was perfect.

My ex-wife made an excuse and quit calling and bugging me.

But for over a year, we never quite got to the level of romance I was looking for. When she explained to my friends one weekend that men were only good for free dinners, I realized it would never be what I wanted it to be. I confronted Carrie about this. She seemed really taken aback. "I don't use you. You are my friend. You don't use dinner as a way to get into my pussy. I wasn't talking about you."

That's when I told her about my true feelings for her. I explained that I thought we were perfect together and should be a couple and think about a life together. She looked downcast. She explained that she was through with romance and only wanted friends. And she walked out of my life.

I stayed in contact and we went to dinner infrequently after that, but it was not the same. Then one night she told me she was converting to Temple of God, and we would not be friends anymore. Her job was to go on a mission trip and then to find a good Temple of God man to marry and have lots of babies. I left astounded.

Carrie had never shown any maternal instincts, and hated to have someone else telling her what to do. Where this came from, I had no idea. But that was the end of our friendship.

A couple of months later, Carrie called. "This Saturday, I'm going through the cleansing ceremony, and Monday I'm leaving on my mission trip. I'd like to see you before then."

I was surprised, but asked where she wanted to eat. It was our thing.

"Can I just come to your house Thursday or Friday night?" I said that Friday was better for me. "I'll get there about eight," she said and hung up.

When she arrived that Friday night, I hardly recognized her. She was without makeup, on which she had previously prided herself, and she was wearing a simple house dress, like my grandma used to wear. Carrie was always a fashion plate.

She walked in the door and kissed me deeply, rubbing her body up against mine. I could tell she had no lingerie under that simple frock.

When she finally released me from the embrace, she held my face in her hands and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Tomorrow, I am giving myself completely to God and my church. But I have one really big sin I must commit before that. I really need to fuck you. If I don't, I will regret it for the rest of my life. I need to fuck you really hard. I'll repent later. But for now, I need it. Michael, will you fuck me?"

How could I argue?

Her peasant dress was joined at the front by a ribbon that wound through eyelets and was topped by a bow. She undid the bow and pulled the ribbon through, releasing the sides which dropped away, revealing her beautiful breasts and her pubic mound.

"Will you have me?" she asked.

"I always wanted to make love to you, but if you want me to fuck you, I will."

"That's beautiful. Let's make love...all night long."

She stepped up to me, sitting on a stool, parted my legs and rubbed her bare pussy on my cock, still clad in jeans. She took my face into her hands and kissed me deeply. I reached inside her frock and stroked those beautiful breasts I had so admired for so long. I pulled on those hard nipples and made her breasts my own.

Carrie sighed. "Your touch is perfect, just like I always knew it would be."

"If you knew, why have we waited until now?"

"Shush. Just love me."

We kissed deeply and I stroked her breasts for a long while. She opened my jeans and began to stroke my hard cock. Eventually, she pulled down my jeans to free my dick and began to suck it. She treated my cock as if it were a special treat of which she could not get enough.

My cock went down her throat and she didn't hesitate. She licked and tickled the head. Then she sucked harder. She teased, then took me full into her mouth. In pretty short order, I said, "If you don't stop, I'm coming in your mouth." 

She released my cock long enough to say, "What do you think I'm trying to do here?" at which point she sucked my cock down the back of her throat and I came in spurts into her mouth. She sucked down every drop.

When I was sucked dry, she stood and took me by the hand and led me to my own room. She lay me down on my back and then lay down on my chest, on her back. As we lay there, I began to explore her. My arm came around her and began to massage her breast and play with her nipple. My other hand sought her sweet, now very wet sex. I ran my fingers through her pubic hair then eased a finger to part her lips. She was very wet.

My one hand continued to entice her breast while my other ventured deeper and deeper into her. My thumb discovered her small, but very erect clitoral object as I was exploring her digitally. I ventured a finger up inside her femininity, then two. My thumb found a home on her clitoris and my fingers beat a tattoo in and out of her very wet opening. In short order, she was writhing and pushing my fingers deeper into her pussy. She replaced my thumb with her own fingers and rubbed her hard clit mercilessly. And she came. I felt the throbbing climax in the hand that was titillating her. And the nipple I was pinching became rock hard.

When she uttered a muffled scream into my neck, I knew I had done well. And my cock had responded to all of this feminine heat. As Carrie's pulses faded away, my dick slowly grew and pushed its way up between her legs, touching her now dripping pussy.

Without a word, Carrie parted her legs a bit, and guided my now rock-hard cock into her wet, open pussy. I'm not hung like a porn star, so basically just the head entered her, just past her dripping lips.

"Aaaha," was all she said. She reached down and rubbed herself and me intermittantly. She played with my cock, slightly pulling it out and pushing it in. I was in her control completely. She played with us for a bit, but this position did not allow for much movement.

She got off of me, pushed my legs apart and knelt between them, facing away from me. She pushed her ass toward me, took my raging dick in her hand and poised it between her pussy lips. She then, slowly, eased her wet, tight pussy down on my waiting cock. Watching this in slow motion and feeling all my nerves firing was so powerful, I almost came into her then. But, I resolved to hold back and give her as much pleasure as she was giving me.

It was wonderful to admire her amazing ass and her beautiful bare back as she rode my cock, forcing it deeper and deeper into her with each thrust. I grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and massaged them. Then I moved my way up her back. I reached around and stroked her tits as she leaned back into me, all the while taking my cock deep inside her pussy.

I thought she was going to come, but she stopped, my dick firmly implanted in her pussy and straightened up. She didn't move for a few moments. Then she leaned forward, allowing my cock to slip out, and knelt on her hands and knees. As she eased down onto her elbows and pushed her ass up in the air, I recognized an invitation.

I knelt behind her and took my now dripping, very hard cock and poised at the lips of her wet pussy. I reached down with my fingers and parted those very lips. I slid my cock into her pussy, which now felt as if it were a velvet glove. I began to move in and out of her. In fairly short order, I was pounding my hip bones up against her ass cheeks as my cock pile-drove into her wet depths. She began to moan and squeal and make yipping noises. 

"Keep pumping me! I love how my tits move when you fuck me like that! Get as deep as you can!" I fucked her for all I was worth. I reached around and rubbed her clit as I pounded into her, but it was hard to hang onto the little nub.

It wasn't long and I began to feel her pussy begin to erupt in waves. Her breath became short, and little sounds came out of her mouth until she full-blown screamed, "Fuck, I'm coming! Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, oh..........." And she collapsed, pulling me down with my still hard dick in her pussy.

Once the pulsating subsided and her breathing returned to normal, she looked over her shoulder and said, "You are still hard. I can feel your hard cock inside me. You didn't come?"

"I was trying to hold on, to give you an additional flourish," I answered.

"Flourish away. What do you have in mind?"

"Just lay on your back. I want to see your face and feel your breasts when I come inside you."

"That sounds romantic. Touch me, feel me, look at me, but definitely fuck me more," was her response.

She lay back, spread her knees and welcomed me into her once more. She locked her legs around my waist as I began slowly to fuck her again. Slow didn't last long, and gentle caressing of breasts became hard squeezing of tits. From all appearances this was fine, as Carrie began the hard breathing again and met my thrusts with her own. 

I felt her pulses begin just as she felt mine. She screamed and dug her fingers into my back as I unloaded two years of myself deep into her. We made all kinds of animal sounds and collapsed together.

I pulled a blanket over our sweaty, musky-smelling bodies. We dozed off, bodies entwined.

Sometime later, I awoke from a dream of having my cock stroked. I opened my eyes to look directly into Carrie's green eyes. They were glowing. Her hands were touching my face. I slowly realized that she was above me and was rubbing her wet pussy up and down the length of my now hardening dick.

"Hey there, sleepy-head. Do you know what part of you wakes up first?"

"I'm thinking that part had some help." She giggled and bit my ear and pressed harder against my cock.

"I really want you again, but I thought it rude to just ride your cock while you were still asleep. May I continue?"

"By all means, continue." She raised up and impaled her pussy on my cock, hard.

And she stopped.

My cock deep in her, she stopped and breathed deeply. "This is just as amazing as I thought it would be."

"I've imagined this moment many times, and it is better than anything I thought of," I replied. And I was full of questions. If you thought it was going to be amazing, why weren't we doing this two years ago? If you are that into me, why are you going away? What the hell?

But I couldn't voice those questions because she began to move her hips, not up and down on my dick, but forward and backward. My cock was definitely moving inside her, just not in the usual up and down, in and out motion. It was kind of a back and forth motion. Our pubic bones were sliding between each other. It was incredible. My cock got harder and I felt her juices lubricating our movements. 

At that point, my questions became irrelevant. I reached up and began massaging her tits and pulling on her nipples intermittently. She sighed. I think she liked it.

"Your breasts are absolutely the sexiest in history," I said as her nipples hardened to nearly an inch.

She continued to slide back and forth. "No, they are too small, and they are kind of oval shaped." 

At this point, I had both of her breasts in my hands. "I'm a man who likes breasts, and I am telling you, yours are perfect. They fit perfectly in my hands as I suck on your nipples," I said as I pulled her toward me so that I could suck on them. One of the few advantages to being a short man is that you can suck on the woman's tits while you fuck.

She sighed and said, "Whatever you say."

That's when she switched to sliding her pussy up and down my dick. Each time she came down, it was hard and we made a wet splatting sound. It seemed to make her even more excited.

She kept that up for quite a while, and I continued to pay close attention to her breasts. I was getting close to orgasm, and I knew she was as well. But then she changed positions slightly.

Without letting my raging cock slip from her very wet pussy, she raised up and leaned back against my legs which were upraised and bent at the knee. They made a natural back rest for her. She began to slide her pussy up and down my cock once again, but this time she started rubbing her clit vigorously. She licked her fingers and attacked her clit while her pussy attacked my cock, deep in, deep out.

I was an engaged spectator at that point. I couldn't reach anything but her thighs, which I stroked. And her pussy sucked in my cock completely. Her fingers were very adroit on her clit, periodically dipping down for pussy juice for lubricant and to feel my dick plunging deeper and deeper into her.

I couldn't believe either of us held out so long, but once Carrie started to come, I was right with her. Her pulsing pussy and her screams pulled my dick into her as my load spilled in rapid pulses.

We collapsed in a heap and I held her close. We were sweaty and smelled again of musk, but I just covered us with a blanket. We slept again.

At some point in the night, I awoke. A pale moonlight was coming through the window. Carrie was lying on her back, covers at her waist. I feasted my eyes on her breasts. I've always been a small breast man. Something about the way they stand up no matter the woman's position is really exciting.

I couldn't resist. I reached out and began stroking Carrie's tits and started to suck on a nipple. Her body responded before her mind did. She pulled my mouth harder to her breast and began to rock her hips. I let a hand stray down to her pussy and a finger to part the lips. I was about to go for her clit when she awoke.

"That's a nice way to wake up. Keep doing what you are doing," she said.

I switched to the other breast and kept sucking and let my fingers do the walking on and in her pussy. She got harder and wetter. At some point, she reached over and grabbed my now hard cock and began stroking it, pumping up and down. When she reached over and scooped up some her own pussy juice to act as lubricant, I knew I was lost.

My fingers continued their deep exploration of Carrie's depths and she pumped my cock. Her breaths shortened and her hips rose up to meet my finger thrusts. Those exciting noises she made began again, and I came on her belly while she came on my hand.

"Sorry for the mess," I said a little embarrassed. "No," she said, "It's what I wanted. And I got you all wet," And she began to rub my jizz all over herself. "Now you're in me and on me. I like that."

We once again fell asleep in a lover knot. When next I awoke, sun was streaming through the windows. It was later than I imagined.

And Carrie was gone.

I wandered out to the kitchen. There was a doughnut and a flower on the table...and a note.

"Michael –

Thank you for being so wonderful. Being with you and making love with you was everything and more than I had ever imagined. You probably won't understand, but I'll try to explain. You were the sin I had to commit before I could give myself to God. To become part of the Temple of God, you have to rid yourself of any worldly desires.

I've never had desire for things, but since we've known each other, I've had a deep desire for you. I confessed this to the deacons. They decided that I should fulfill that desire in order to dispense with it. 

My problem is that, what we did last night has only increased my desire. So, I have to go away. I don't know what I will tell the deacons. But I will leave on my mission trip day after tomorrow. Please don't try to contact me or follow me. 

Just know that the time we have had together has been the highlight of my life, and what we experienced last night was beyond anything I could have imagined. But now I must go with God. He has called me.

Yours,

Carrie"

And that was it. I was without her again.