1 comments/ 28910 views/ 7 favorites Karina By: kingkull My work takes me to Washington where I see the sights. A firm in Washington DC had contracted my services and after a couple months of work I had yet to spend the weekend there despite the many attractions the city held for me. I had just broke up with my girlfriend about two months before my contract began, but I was still making the 4 hour drive back home each Friday, mostly to tend to my house and make preparations for the coming week. The good news is that I found the employees of the firm, like many people across our great country, to be warm, hospitable, and friendly and more than willing to try new approaches after their fears regarding job stability were assuaged. Too often companies betray their associates' trust by conducting 'experiments' that destroy careers, or co-opt changes that result in greater innovation and efficiency which translates into lay-offs rather than growth and prosperity for everyone. No one wants to be a participant in their own destruction. So when a colleague offered to host my stay in the city for the weekend whenever I felt inclined, I jumped at the chance. Mike was a generally helpful fellow and perfect for middle management; trustworthy, honest and empathetic, which more than made up for his unawareness of current management technique. His emotional stance was far more important than any IQ test or natural lack of curiosity, and his team members rewarded him by giving him their loyalty and best effort. His team members genuinely liked each other and seemed all to be good friends, and I ascribed a good portion of that camaraderie to the helpful culture Mike's generosity engendered. Mike was the kind of guy that made accepting offers easy. He was the perfect host untarnished by artifice or calculation. In a style true to his nature, Mike insisted on throwing a little get-together on my behalf the weekend I accepted his offer. As he said, there are few enough reasons to celebrate people's company, and so we might as well take advantage of every one that comes along. He lived with his girlfriend in a mid-sized condo on the outskirts of Georgetown, and he had a spare bedroom, and I felt comfortable as soon as I entered the main hallway. Mike told me he had invited the team members and also some other folks from work that were integral to my project, and that I shouldn't be surprised to find other guests as well, since people felt free to invite friends in these situations, and of course close neighbors often dropped by as well. I was excited by the prospect of meeting an eclectic group in a relaxed atmosphere and Mike set the mood by launching a long play-list mix of jazz, blues, reggae, and soft rock. The kitchen was set up for drinks and the dining table was covered with hors d'oeuvres, chips, cheeses, cold shrimp, cold cuts, dipping sauces, breads, and vegetables. Mike had thought of everything. The late spring weather provided for a warm and comfortable evening, with a slight breeze coming in off the Potomac. I felt I couldn't be luckier to begin a weekend in DC in such laid back surroundings. As the guests began to arrive, I found myself out on the patio enjoying the night air and the music wafting out through the open doorway. I was soon surrounded by some of Mike's team members and we enjoined a light hearted conversation regarding our work. Everyone was well into the project and there were no longer any recalcitrant emotion, and so the conversation was fun and born of a common dedication to excellence that for me, defines the exhilaration of working on a team. Bright attitudes in a relaxed setting are attractive elements, and I found myself appreciating the many open and appealing faces and bodies moving in and out of the patio. Several times I noticed a particularly attractive girl moving slowly from conversation to conversation. She was about 5'3" tall with an inviting smile and her hair back in a pony tail. We caught each other's glance a couple times, and I was surprised to see what I considered a look of recognition in her eyes, because I was sure I had never met her. Her top was a deep green which went well with her eyes, but she wore no make-up or jewelry other than a slim, no-nonsense functional watch. But as an ass man, it was her plump and beautiful bottom that really caught my attention. Its bounty hardly belonged on her otherwise slim body, and the way it was encased in a pair of rather tight white shorts which clung to her cheeks gave her a provocative pose even while they outlined her deep and inviting crack. Her legs were slim yet sturdy, and she wore expensive, comfortable sandals. At one point Suzie, one of my colleagues standing at my elbow, interrupted the conversation to say, "Oh Karl, you finally made it to talk to the guru." She then touched my arm and I turned to see who had joined the group. It was the delightful smiling face of the 'girl' I had been noticing. I smiled; inwardly embarrassed to have been ogling a boy, and Karl and I shook hands. He seemed even more delicate up close, and his hands were smooth and soft and slender. "Hello Jim," he said with a glint in his eyes, "I've been telling everyone how much I wanted to meet you for so long, and I'm so happy to finally be able to do so." "Karl works over in Tech Services, and so I'm sure you've talked to him on the phone a few times," Suzie explained. My brain quickly caught up. I had talked to someone in Tech Services quite often in fact, but the name had been 'Carly,' and from the feminine voice I had always assumed it was a woman. It also dawned on me that I was the 'guru.' Sometimes I can astound myself at the wayward meanderings of my seemingly unconscious assumptions. "Ah, Karly," I stumbled. "Your voice now rings a bell. It's a pleasure to meet you. You have been one of the most enthusiastic supporters of our project, and I am happy to finally offer my heart felt thank you in person." Karly looked at me with a combination of embarrassment and gratitude while Suzie remarked that she didn't realize we knew each other so well. "Karl has been gushing about your approach to teams for over a month now. I think he considers you a genius." This induced a blush from Karly, and it was my turn to smile. "Well, those are kind and undeserved words Suzie, and I feel uncomfortable with them, to tell you the truth. Teams get where they are going because they work together." "I just think your assimilation of psychology and science is absolutely creative. And the changes it is making to our approach is already giving us a huge pay-off, Jim," Karly told me in all earnestness. He was obviously as dedicated to my ideas as I was. "Karly has volunteered to be the first transfer to embed into the product team," Suzie volunteered, "and I believe given his track record that management feels he is perfect for the assignment." Karly was obviously pleased to hear this information and moved to Suzie to clasp her hands. "Oh Suzie, that is fantastic news. We need a quick win to accelerate our rates, and I'm sure I can find a way to do that." "Oh Karly, you're so smart and engaged that you inspire everyone around you. Management would be silly not to approve everything the team proposes, especially when you are concerned." Suzie and a number of other people were obviously impressed with this slender young boy. He couldn't have been more than 23, and at 40, anyone under 25 was beginning to look like a child to me. "Oh my God, that is fantastic news Suzie. What do you think Jim?" Karly asked. I had been unaware of exactly who was volunteering for the next stage, and so Karly's admission was new to me, as was Suzie's assertion that management was already moving. "I think it is perfect," I said. "Your grasp of the concepts is superb, and from our phone conversations I have no doubt about your willingness to work hard." That wasn't the only thing that was hard. When Karly moved to Suzie, his bottom had brushed across my thighs, and now we stood with our hips touching. My cock began to jump despite his gender. "I'm going to get a drink and celebrate. Can I freshen your drink Jim?" Karly looked up into my eyes with almost a puppy dog expression. My heart melted for this honest, open, and earnest, slender boy. What was I thinking? He was at least 23 years old! "I'll have a Crown on the rocks," I replied, and Suzie decided to go with him so she could locate her husband. I had some thinking to do. I had never been so startlingly attracted to someone of my own gender. And although he was incredibly delicate and feminine in his demeanor and approach, he just didn't fit any gay category that I had met before. All my gay friends were if anything, overly masculine. I had met a number of exasperatingly feminine gay men, what many consider 'flaming.' But I had never met a beautiful male that was obviously more feminine than masculine without an iota of artifice. While Karly and Suzie were fetching the drinks, George from Accounting told me that Karly (what his friends called him) was somewhat of a progeny at the firm. He was not only engaged, he had an innate combination of common sense and intellect, and he had made a huge impression not only in IT, but throughout the ranks of management staff. I quickly agreed that my experience with him in my phone conversations was the same. More than any other person at the firm, he had taken to my ideas immediately, and had obviously spent a considerable amount of time considering the implications of where I was attempting to lead the company in our first pilot. Karly returned with my drink looking up at me grinning from ear to ear. There was no other way to say it, but that his face was aglow and sparkling. "I am so happy to be able to talk to you," he said. "Your ideas are so fantastic. I never considered that business could be so, well, integrated. You've made me look at what a business does in a whole new way." He came close and handed me my drink. What could I say to such a compliment? Luckily I didn't have to respond. "Oh look, there's a shooting star!" George exclaimed, and Karly and I turned to look. Luckily there it was flashing across the whole skyline, and we caught a glimpse of it before it disappeared. Luckily Karly's shapely bottom brushed across my left thigh where it remained while the three of us considered the bright night sky. It was soft and plump, and Karly's deep cleft naturally separated to perch on my leg. My cock jumped again. "Just think," I observed, "today's generation will grow up seeing a totally man-made space station in the sky. I hope it will give them the confidence that with will and determination, anything is possible for them." At that, George turned from his star gazing and Karly moved slightly back to give him room, her crack separating even more firmly around my leg, while George intone, "I follow the space station whenever I can. It is an inspiration to me as well. Perhaps we can incorporate its symbolism into our project." "That's a great idea," Karly gushed. "I can put some pictures up on the project wiki and ask for new ideas for a motto for the next project stage." She pantomimed hanging pictures while she talked and arched her back, sliding her delicious bottom up and down my leg while she talked to George. My cock was becoming a snake, and it was attempting to fight through my pants leg to get up and over to her pretty bottom. "I love it," said George, "but why not get Advertising involved?" Jean has said she can give us a real CMS website using templates she already has, and Annette told me she'd love to spice up our project with a little design PR. I'll ask them what they think right now. They're both here at the party." And with that, he walked off with a purpose. That left Karly and I standing near the railing in the shadows of the patio. She turned to me and put her hand on my chest. "I was a little shocked when I first saw you. I didn't realize you were so big." Our bodies were touching from belly to knee. "6'4" isn't all that tall," I whispered. "And I'm not fat or anything." "I didn't mean fat. You're just huge everywhere; your arms and legs, and your chest is like a barrel." She moved her hand into the valley of my pecs, and then back again. I laughed. "I hope you're not intimidated." "Oh no. You're much better in person than on the phone. Even more impressive. And I didn't imagine your kind face." She looked into my eyes, searching for something or so it seemed. "Thank you. So are you." I put my left hand on her little waist, above her hip. The rest of the patio was to our right, and the shadows hid my indecent foreplay. "What brings you to DC for the weekend? The team tells me you always go home." "I decided to stay and take in some of the sights. I'm a sucker for the Smithsonian, where I could stay for days, and there's a couple museums I haven't been to." "Oh, I love the Smithsonian. When I first moved here, I spent every weekend there for 2 months. It's my favorite place in all of DC." "Really? I thought I was the only nerd here. Would you consider being my guide, so I don't just stumble around?" I moved my hand slowly up her ribs, and back down to her hip. "You mean Mike is leaving you all alone? I'd love to be your guide. Where are you staying? Are you here with Mike and his girlfriend?" Karly moved her hand down from my chest as more people crowded into the patio, and took hold of my side just under my armpit. "Yes. Mike said I could crash here at his condo whenever I wanted to stay for the weekend. It was easy to agree given his kindly nature." And while she looked up at me with those beautiful, adoring eyes, I kissed her forehead. "Well, if I'm going to show you around DC, why don't you stay with me? I live alone not far from here, and then we can leave in the morning right from my apartment?" She moved closer draping her slender body against mine, and my hand naturally slid up her back. "That's a great idea." And with that, in the shadows of Mike's patio, I leaned down and kissed her. It was just a short peck, our lips touching only briefly, but as I straightened a thrill went through my body as I stared down into her eyes. She was smiling, and turned just as George came bounding back into the patio through the sliding glass doors. "We are definitely on," he emoted. "They are excited to be involved. With those two, I'm sure our surprises will be good ones." He took a large gulp of his beer and Karly moved out of our embrace to face him. Her bottom moved across my thigh again and touched my straining cock as it made its journey to the other thigh. As she congratulated him on his foresight, she moved first away from me, and I noticed her bottoms were now much higher than before, clinging deeply and tightly into her luscious cleft, the bottoms of her cheeks now peeking out from under her shorts. And then she moved back against my thigh again, and as George recounted his conversation with Annette and Jean, her bottom swayed between my cock and my thigh a few times before settling squarely on my triumphant cock, moving deeply the last time to envelop it in her pretty ass. Fortunately I didn't need to say anything since the other two found the conversation easily without me. I had nothing to say, other than pulling slightly on Karly's pony tail. Her ass moved slowly against my cock, her cleft massaging and squeezing me with sensual slowness. Sensation was running up and down my spine, and the explicit naughtiness of wanting this pretty little girly-boy was driving me insane. I wanted to lick her pretty pussy ass and take her. I had a couple more Crowns, all delivered by Karly, and we chatted with party goers for another hour before explaining our plan to Mike and making our departure. When we got to her car, she opened the door, and as she turned I caught her and kissed her again. Again, the huge thrill went through my body. I bent and kissed her again, and this time it became passionate, our tongues entwined and our hands searching. Her arms found their way around my neck and one of my hands found its way into her cleft where it longed to be. "You beautiful boy," I whispered, as we finally parted. "You gorgeous big man," she whispered back. We left in her car, and her apartment was not far at all. I carried my bags into her apartment, and then I only had one thing on my mind. I wanted to ravish this little girly boy and take her over and over. She smelled like lilacs and I wanted to taste her everywhere. I picked her up and carried her down the hall until I found her bedroom. It was pink and pretty. I skinned my clothes and sat on the bed while she went to the washroom. When she returned, she had turned on some soft music and was wearing a little black half-shirt with black garters and fishnet stockings, and a little black g-string with black high heeled shoes. She was so sexy I just drank her in. Karly was a little bashful. Having dressed herself, she was unsure of my reaction. I responded by telling her she was beautiful. "Would you dance for me?" I asked. She smiled and relaxed, and then began a slow weaving of her spectacular body. She slowly undid her pony tail and shook her head, allowing her hair to fall loose, and I noticed she had put on lipstick and shadow to accentuate her feminine features. Her hands moved up and down her sides, and she slowly wriggled out of her half-shirt, revealing puffy, large plum sized nipples atop pooched out breasts that took my breath away. She moved slowly and rhythmically, turning and twisting to the music while my cock and my heart throbbed as one. As she came closer, her perfume drifted to me, a combination of lilacs and sensuous pheromones. And as she turned her bountiful bottom beckoned my hands and mouth like the moon to a bio-rhythm. I wanted her. She danced until her journey took me between my legs, then bent over and we kissed again. I cupped her chin and stroked her hair, and then, overcome with emotion, I grabbed her sides and rolled her onto the bed. Our bodies came eagerly together, our tongues lashing as her tiny hands found my big searching cock and I pulled her close while a hand went deep into her luscious cleft. She drank my saliva and explored and tugged on my maleness as I pulled gently on her big plum nipples with one hand and with the other pulled her cheeks apart only to run my fingers into her crack. "I'm going to take your pretty pussy sheath all night," I whispered as we briefly came up for air. "You can take me however you want me," she breathed back. "But can I drink your juice first? It's all I've thought about for weeks." We went back to kissing and licking and sucking tongues as she stroked my cock, drinking my saliva as it poured into her waiting mouth. I eventually moved back, pulling her little g-string down as I went, and shifted my big body on her little bed so my back had some support on the pillows. I spread my legs and guided her little body between them, her waist barely larger than my thigh. She collected herself into a kneeling position, both hands on my throbbing cock, and looked up into my eyes. "You big beautiful man," she said, and then began licking the head of my penis before taking it into her warm, tight mouth. Almost immediately she was the best cocksucker I ever had, and after hundreds of girls, I have some experience. Her little hands held just the right pressure, and her sucking, no nursing, mouth was so caring, so thoughtful, so adoring, that another thrill ran up my spine. Her tongue explored the under-cleft of my cock head while she sucked, and then she slowly began to bob just a little, and her mouth began a slow, sweet descent down my shaft, wetting it with her mouth juice and her tongue as she went down and then withdrew. My hands slowly stroked her head while I kept her hair away from her face. I felt no need to control her movements as with many other girls, but to return her sexuality with caring strokes as she made love to my cock. Karina She struggled to take the length of me, but with a slight pop my head went past her barrier and into her throat, and then she was deeply and full onto me, her little hands holding my ball sack as she nursed my big cock deep in her throat. I felt her adorable hum as her tongue lavished the vein on the under-side of my cock as she held it down her throat, and then pulled off it again, only to impale herself on my phallus again and again with loving slowness. At one point she stopped and looked up at me, jacking my slippery cock with her little hands as she whispered, "I was so hoping you'd like me. I've had a crush on you ever since a week after you came here and gave that presentation. You're making my dreams come true." And with that she kissed all over my purple cock head and then pushed herself onto my cock until I was buried deep in her body and her little tongue was licking my sac. I held her head as my spurts went down her pretty belly, and then let her come up until a third of my cock was in her mouth so she could breathe. She caught each spurt on her tongue by placing it in front of my piss slit so as not to gag, quickly swallowing between each spurt, her tongue always back in place just in time. She drank everything, and then cleaned me up with long, slow licks worthy of a mother washing her bear cub. I believe she would have happily stayed there all night sucking and laving my cock if I hadn't eventually pulled her up my body. We embraced in a tight hug and kissed and drank each other for many minutes. She was still thirsty and I fed her my mouth juice which she eagerly drank, moaning all the while I fingered her crack. Her mouth wet my fingers as I made trips between her pussy sheath and her tongue, taking first one finger, then two, then three, deep into her pretty ass and crack. Soon I couldn't take it any longer and I pushed her over onto the bed, her head deep in the pillows and her knees up until her glorious pussy ass was up and arched and open. By the glow of the night lamp her bottom was even more impressive. Her crack was deep and open and wide. Her skin was white and unblemished, and her ass pussy was pink and pouched and raised with wrinkles and rings, naturally fatty and juicy. Her bottom crack ran down into a little pink purse and uncut clit cock that was so sweet it made my mouth water. She was a perfect girl, with a pink clit head poking out of her sheath that any woman would be jealous to have, and a fat, pulsing pussy nestled in a beautiful, deep, open bottom crack. She lay there moaning and ready, a small dollop of ass juice seeping out of her pouty pussy ring ass. I didn't know if it was lube or natural ass juice. I didn't care. I gloried in her sexy body and I couldn't help myself but look just a little longer even though I knew it was frustrating for her not to feel my touch. I began by kissing her pretty cheeks, opening her cleft even farther with my big hands, and then making long, slow licks up and down her crack. I sucked her little clean shaven purse into my mouth, and then kissed and licked my way up her perineum to her luscious, excreting pussy sheath, burying my face into her beautiful bottom. And then we kissed. Really kissed. She pouched her pussy ass, and I pulled on her ass mouth with my lips as I slithered my tongue deep into her sheath. She smelled heavenly, and tasted so delightful, sweet and tangy at the same time. My hands worked her cheeks open and closed as my nose and lips and tongue explored her beautiful ass sheath and crack, always returning to that wonderful deep kiss, when she and I would both stop gyrating while we puckered for each other in the most intimate way. I was filled with lust and caring for this beautiful girly-boy. "I'm going to come, you beautiful man," she breathed, and I flipped her over and held her little legs up as I nipped her clit into my mouth and pulled back her glans as I sucked her pretty orgasm into my mouth and drank her down. At 3 inches, she was larger than any woman's clit and therefore oh, so sweet. She moaned and writhed sensually below me, holding her legs behind her head as I drank from her pretty clit-cock. Just as her spurts were slowing, I tasted something tangy and warm, and I realized she had spurted some pee. She tensed a little, having lost control in her abandon, but as I sucked her pretty pink clit she let herself go again and I tasted the rest of her sweet nutty orgasm before it became over shadowed with the tangy warm feminine piss that I, as her man, instinctively felt was mine. I drank her she-piss as well, and laved her clit-cock until she had nothing left. I licked her little purse and uncut candy stick until she began hardening again, her moans and soft sissy squeals bringing up my maleness and protective and dominant nature. I raised my head, and she pulled back her legs even further, revealing her ass pussy in the center of her open cleft, her ass mouth opening and closing while she wiggled her cheeks. My cock was rampant. I moved up into her arms, gathering her legs with my shoulders as I went, sliding my cock up and down her crack as we fell into a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I positioned my cock to the entrance of her ass mouth. She pooched out her ass lips as I wedged my big head between her sweet lips. As my head popped into her perfect ass, I paused just for a moment to feel the beautiful pressure around my cock head. Karly sucked on my tongue as we kissed deeply, and I moved her legs back even further as I gained leverage in her sheath. She moved her hands down and pulled her cheeks apart. I slowly moved within her; an inch in, pause, and then an inch out. Repeat. Then two inches in, pause, and an inch out. Repeat. She was ribbed and wet and tight and sensuous and perfect. My cock felt like nothing before. For the umpteenth time that night a thrill ran down my spine as Karly sucked on my tongue while her ass pussy sucked on my cock. We slowly established a rhythm. She relaxed as I moved into her, and squeezed her ass mouth around my cock as I pulled out. Relax, pause, squeeze. Push, pause, withdraw. Our pauses were growing into squeezes as well. She relaxed as I pushed, then squeezed as I paused fully in her, and squeezed even more as I withdrew. I felt as big as an elephant, and twice as strong. "God made your ass sheath for my cock," I breathed into her mouth. "You say the most beautiful things," she breathed back, and then sucked on my tongue as I pushed my cock into her to the bottom and brushed her prostate until she came all over our bellies. I fucked her sweet ass slow and steady. I fucked her with a building crescendo. I fucked her until I was barely pulling out before pushing again and again up into her sheath and she was squeezing my big cock with her ass sheath ribs and her juicy cheeks and I was as buried as I could possibly be. We fucked and fucked, and I couldn't stop. We would slow down for a time to catch our breath, languidly enjoying a slow in-pause-out motion until the passion would well again, and I would rut her beautiful bottom pulling her ass cheeks and grinding into her sheath again. Almost surprisingly, I began to come. Sensing it, she squeezed harder, trapping me deep within her as I spurted over and over into her upturned bowels. I gave her one last kiss and rolled over onto my back in exhaustion. Quickly she rolled over between my legs and began laving and kissing and gently sucking my cock, cleaning me up while she murmured sweet nothings. When she was done, she popped my cock into her mouth and refused to budge as we drifted off to sleep. Karina About six months shy of my 40th birthday, I felt like a guy with all the luck in the world. I had just received a promotion in a successful job, I had a loving and devoted wife, and I lived in a very prestigious area in Northern California. If I had to "complain" about anything at all it was that my job as a consultant, which paid well, required me to travel almost weekly. But even with this tedious duty I managed to take advantage of the situation when I could, because in traveling throughout the Western United States I often got to visit otherwise distant relatives and friends on the company dime. This week I was looking forward to seeing my dear cousin, Karina, also just shy of 40, who lived with her husband and two kids in the southern part of Washington State. Business was taking me to Karina's town for a couple of days, and when I called her to see if she'd be interested in getting together she not only agreed but also insisted that I stay in the guest room rather than a boring cookie-cutter corporate hotel. Karina and I had always been close, more like brother and sister than cousins, so I knew it would be a very nice mini-reunion with her and her family as well as a business trip. As cousins, Karina and I were particularly close due to how much time we spent together as youngsters. As the child of a single mom who had to work very hard all year long, I spent most of my elementary school summers with my aunt and uncle, and of course their daughter Karina. From about the time I was six or seven until around the middle of my high school years, I would live with my aunt and uncle for nearly three months each summer, and they very warmly welcomed me to their family and provided wonderful support so my mother could work to keep a roof over our heads back home without having to worry about me when not in school. I certainly missed my mom during these summers, and I know she missed me, but in modern life reality required this arrangement throughout my youth. Nevertheless, getting to escape like this in the summer was fun, because I grew up in a major metropolis, and Karina's family lived in a very tiny mountain town up north. Throughout the formative years of my youth, I got a nice balance between the life of a city slicker and a country bumpkin. And through those years, Karina and I grew remarkably close, each enjoying each other as a "summer sibling." It was the best of both worlds of having a temporary brother-sister relationship while still being only children to our own parents. Over the years, as college progressed into careers for each of us, I remained a citizen of the big city, and I found a wonderful woman to call my wife these past 10 years. And Karina had found a great husband, a doctor no less, who moved with her to a town in Washington that was remarkably similar to the small mountain town in which she'd grown up. While my wife and I did not have any kids, Karina and her husband had two wonderful boys, six and eight, who called me "Uncle Mike" even though I was technically their cousin. Although separated geographically, Karina and I regularly kept in touch and remained close in spirit if far by physical distance. When Karina opened the door to welcome me on her front porch it was the first time we'd seen each other in about a year. She looked as healthy and beautiful as always: short frame, blond-ish hair, big brown eyes and a beaming smile. I easily remembered her as being a skinny little tomboy, a rug rat like me, the two of us messing around on some imaginary adventure or another in the woods behind her parents' house. As she had matured into womanhood she'd developed curves in all the places a man would want, particularly in her chest. In seeing her after a spell, I suddenly recalled childhood memories of being quite fascinated with her breasts. Delivering and nursing two children had only caused them to grow... Karina looked up at my much taller six-foot frame and said, "Michael! You made it! Get in here!" I stepped in, dropped my overnight bag and briefcase to the hardwood floor and embraced her. She kissed me affectionately on the cheek, and I gave her a good squeeze. Like me, entering her late-30s had taken away the "skinny" in her, but also like me I knew she maintained a very active and energetic life, and neither one of us could be considered out-of-shape. As we loosened our embrace upon one another I noticed a distinct lack of human sounds from the house. Already guessing what I was going to ask, Karina said, "When we were on the phone the other day, I forgot to mention that Ron would be attending a medical seminar in Seattle this week. He took the boys with him to stay with his parents while up that way." "How wonderful for them," I said. Ron was originally from Seattle, and his folks were wonderful grandparents. Karina was currently taking a noble career hiatus to be a stay-at-home mom, so I realized this week would've been a nice break for her. "I'm sorry I intruded on your family detox week," I added with a grin. "Oh please, what better way for you and I to catch up without me having to police a pair of two hyper-active boys—three if you add Ron!" We laughed and headed deeper into the house. I threw my bags into the guest room then joined Karina in the kitchen where she was already at work setting out the makings for cocktails. "I don't know what it is about you, Michael," she said, "but you've always made the best martinis I've ever consumed, and it's been far too long...." An hour later we were into the second round: fruity Ketel One Cosmopolitans for her, classic Bombay Sapphire gin martinis for me. I teased her about being a terrible host and not providing food, and she quipped back that her orange wedge and my green olives made for the perfect "appetizers." But despite our lightened spirits from the drinks, Karina had managed to whip together a decent dinner of roasted chicken, potatoes and vegetables. During the meal we had switched to wine, and we were halfway through the second bottle of a nice oaky Frank Family Vineyards chardonnay by time the plates were cleared, and we were now lounging in a couple of comfortable all-weather recliners out on her back porch. Throughout the cocktails, the meal and the wine for "dessert," the conversation flowed nonstop. We caught up on life, talked politics, Ron's medical practice, you name it. Although we hadn't seen each other in a while, it was as if we'd never been apart, two peas in a pod. When we got to discussing her kids, catching up on what they'd been up to since "Uncle Mike" had last seen them, Karina asked about what family my wife and I would someday have...or try to have. She said, "Have you made no progress on that front?" I grinned at her, "Certainly not for lack of trying." "Silly," she giggled, "I mean, have you learned of any new medical options?" Karina was referring to the fact, which in our openness to each other she knew quite well, that my wife was unable to conceive. I said, "The three different doctors we consulted with pretty much confirmed the same thing. It just doesn't seem to be in the cards for us." I looked down at my wine. The evening was quite warm, but the topic we'd turned to gave me a brief chill. Although my wife, Melissa, was quite healthy in every other sense, there were some issues with her ovaries that put her ability to conceive at close to nil. I had actually hoped, at one point, that the problem had been with me, so as to at least take the stress off my wife, but more than one test had concluded that my sperm count was quite healthy. Suddenly sensing that she had killed the mood (and potentially our buzz) Karina blurted, "Oh Michael, I didn't mean to dredge that up. Forget what I asked. If it happens it happens. Let's change the subject." "Deal," I said, pouring her another glass of chardonnay. "Pick a topic." "Okay," she said, "Facebook." "What of it?" "The other day I got a friend request from Toby Keller. Can you believe that?" It took me a minute, then I remembered. "Toby Keller? Jesus, wasn't he a guy you dated for about five minutes in high school?" "That's the one! Sophomore year, let him take me to the spring formal, then a couple of dates after that." After a pause she added, "I didn't accept his friend request. That's ancient history." I chuckled and took a sip of wine, gazing up at the stars. I said, "What did you see in that guy anyway?" "He was tall and handsome, like you, Michael." I lowered my glass and looked at her. She said, "You impressed upon me the image of what a 'nice guy' should look like, and be like. He looked the part." Another pause, and she giggled, "But he was dumb as a box of rocks." I chuckled at her last comment, but I got to thinking about what she'd just said earlier. Strange, I didn't recall her ever saying anything like that before. Was she suddenly confessing something truly intimate here? Contemplating this, I hadn't realized I'd fallen into a bit of a reverie... "Mike...Michael." I blinked. "Yes." "Are you still obsessed with them?" I gave her a puzzled look. "I'm sorry?" "My boobs. You were staring at them." I blushed. "Oh Karina, I'm sorry. I was just zoning out." She chuckled, which of course caused her large milky breasts to jiggle a little. "And your subconscious conveniently sent your gaze to these melons." She gave one of her boobs a light poke with her thumb. I tried to shrug it off, taking a sip of wine. Then I asked, "And just what did you mean 'still' obsessed with them?" "Michael, from the time I started forming these goddamned heavy sweater puppies when we were teenagers, I think you forgot what color my eyes are." I blushed again. "God, was I that obvious?" She nodded, grinning, clearly enjoying my embarrassment. So I asked, "It's been all these years...why didn't you say anything before?" "Well, to tell you the truth," she said tentatively, her voice dropping a bit, "I've always found it cute." I grimaced. "Cute?" She nodded. "And flattering, of course." "Look, Karina..." She smiled at me. "Michael, it's okay, really. Growing up I really did find it cute. God only knows how strongly our hormones raged then. I'm sure you couldn't help yourself. And I certainly liked the attention." I blushed again. "Well, if I really was that obvious, you certainly played it cool." "Barely," she said softly, suddenly a bit nervous to look me in the eye. I suddenly looked at Cousin Karina in a new light. This conversation was going in a very interesting direction. What did she mean by that last statement, "barely?" I realized that I could no longer deny the fact that I'd always had a bit of a crush on my cousin, and of course I had always admired her large breasts. But was she hinting that the crush may have been somewhat mutual? I tried to think back at any possible hint that that had been the case when we'd been growing up together... "Michael?" "Huh?" I blinked. "Oh crap, I was doing it again, wasn't I?" "Just a bit." "Well, we seem to be focusing the conversation on your boobs, so I suppose I can't NOT look!" I paused, then added sheepishly, "Sorry." She shook her head in amusement. "You just never got it out of your system, I guess. Maybe you should just have yourself a good long stare." "I thought that's what I've been doing this whole time." "Hmm...you're right." Karina looked down into her wine glass, contemplating something. Then she grinned, took a long sip of her wine and set the glass aside. She shifted in her chair to face me more directly. "Give 'em a squeeze," she said. I almost dropped my glass. "Excuse me?" "You've been wanting to cop a feel of these babies since we entered puberty. So give 'em a squeeze and get it out of your system." I stared at her in shock, but I couldn't deny the sensation of the sudden longing to do just what she was asking. Surely it was the wine talking, though. I said, "Karina, you're drunk, and you don't know what you're saying." She giggled. "I am drunk, and so are you. But I know exactly what I'm saying. It's very funny to watch you squirm in your seat like that." I blushed profusely. "I couldn't." "You could, and it's no big deal. They're just boobs. Here." She scooted forward to the edge of her seat and actually thrust her chest out a little. She was wearing a simple white cotton V-neck t-shirt, and the top of her cleavage was quite pronounced. I had but to extend my arm and I could easily palm one of her glorious globes. But still I hesitated. I was suddenly a dorky gawky teenager again, completely unprepared with how to deal with the opposite sex. My throat went dry, my heart began to pound, and I felt a desperate erection forming in my pants. "Michael," my cousin said. "I'm having fun teasing you about this, but if you continue to resist my offer you're going to make it truly awkward, and I'm going to feel embarrassed. So...do it while I'm feeling brave!" I licked my lips. "My god, Karina, you really are serious." She nodded. "I can just reach out and grab them?" Nodded and winked. I raised a hand toward her. "I'll do it," I threatened. "If you've got the guts." We locked eyes. It was part staring contest, part daring each other. Did I have the guts to grab her boob, or if I reached out further would she lean back and embarrass me for having even tried to grab my own cousin's breast? This could either be a fun semi-drunken little stunt we were pulling with each other, something we could both laugh about later, or we could be crossing a line that could forever alter the course of our otherwise perfect relationship. This was suddenly more than just a little game. And I was suddenly frozen with indecision. Which Karina quickly unfroze. She said, "You're such a wimp." And with that, she took the wrist of the hand I was holding up and jerked my hand to her chest. Suddenly I was squeezing the most perfectly round, perfectly soft, perfectly firm, perfectly perfect breast I had ever felt in my entire life. Seconds went by...minutes, hours? Time simply stopped. What may have been a silly little PG-13-rated goof for her was absolutely invigorating and highly erotic for me. I was now holding on to one of the two most glorious objects I had ever coveted: my cousin Karina's breasts. And through a hazy mist my vision seemed to refocus from where my hand was and slowly back up to Karina's face. She was smiling. She wasn't in shock, she wasn't reeling. She was simply smiling. There was more to her smile, too. There was a kind of patient warmth to her look. Despite the almost childlike absurdity of me copping a feel of my cousin's boob, there was also an energy, an attraction, that I could only describe as...inevitable. There was an instinctive comfort about what we were doing, as if at any time in our lives I could have done this whenever I wanted. And now that I was finally doing it, touching my cousin in a blatantly sexual way it was as if we were both telepathically telling each other, "It's about time." Charged by this energy I decided to double-down in the most literal way: I reached up with my other hand and grabbed her other breast. Rather than recoil from this, Karina actually leaned forward further, quietly pushing her breasts harder into my hands, and this in turn encouraged me to fondle and caress her breasts, in addition to giving them a "teenage squeeze." Karina's breasts were so full, so heavy, so beautiful. She was beautiful. God was she beautiful. I wanted her. Badly. That thought must have transmitted directly through my eyes, because when I met Karina's gaze again, she nodded very subtly, but invitingly. So I leaned forward as she did, and as if on autopilot our lips met, very gently, very softly. A tentative kiss, both of us timid and nervous and excited at the same time. Years of unspoken sexual tension between us was being lubricated and freed up by too many martinis followed by much, much too much wine. The kiss was beautiful. It evolved into a deep, longing tongue-twisting connection between two beings who were suddenly realizing how much they'd always desired each other, despite the family connection, despite the— We both realized it at the same time, and we both pulled back. I lowered my hands, and Karina leaned back, a bit breathless. She said, "I'm sorry, Michael, I—" "No, Karina, it's my fault. It was stupid of me, taking advantage of you—both of us drank too much—silly of me—" "Michael, stop," she said, raising a hand. "We both did a silly thing and we're both responsible for it. Let's just laugh about it and move on." To symbolize the transition Karina got up and began clearing plates and utensils, making her way to the kitchen. Despite having just acted as immaturely as any man could, I tried to do the gentlemanly thing and help clean up. She was standing at the sink when I approached her with a stack of items in my hand, and as I reached around her to place them into the sink I noticed that she was simply standing there, hands on the rim of the sink, her eyes closed. There was a kind of pained look on her face, and I thought she was getting sick, the combination of too much alcohol and guilt from the kiss. "Karina," I said, putting a hand on her shoulder, "are you all right?" The mistake I'd just made was touching her again, but it was a mistake that would change our lives forever. At my touch Karina turned and pressed her face into my chest, her arms looping tightly around my waist. I let the dishes in my one hand crash loudly into the sink as I mirrored her gasp, pulling her tightly into my arms. Within seconds I felt warm moisture near my shoulder, her tears already pouring out. "I'm sorry, Michael," she said. "Am I disgusting?" "My god, Karina, of course not!" I put my hand up to her soft hair. "You are quite simply the most wonderful woman I have ever known, and I will always love you." Sniffling, she pulled back a little to look up at me, her eyes moist. "Love me?" "I have always loved you, Karina. I love you as my cousin, I love you as a woman. I would be a fool to deny that now. And I'm sorry that what we did tonight has possibly destroyed the wonderful relationship we have always had." "Oh Michael!" she exclaimed, pressing her face into my chest again. Her voice was muffled and quiet when she continued: "I...I love you too." "I know," I said, patting her head gently. "I appreciate it." She pulled back again, "No, Michael, you don't understand. I mean I love you, I have always loved you. And I have to admit it too: I love you not just as a cousin. But as a man." "But what can we do? What will we do? We're cousins...we're both married...your kids—" "I didn't say I could explain it, I didn't say I could justify it. I just had to say it." "As I just did." "Yes." I stared at my cousin Karina for several long moments. Arm in arm, we became silent as the night, our eyes locked, our hearts pounding through our chests. The right thing to do would have been to break away from her, run the hell out of this house, run as far as possible. But I did the opposite of the right thing: I pulled her to me even tighter, and I kissed her. I kissed my cousin. Again. And much more deeply this time, passionately. She kissed me back, equally as passionately. I could taste wine on her breath, the sweet tinge of alcohol, of warm saliva. Her lips were soft, her tongue eager, her breath warm. With the kiss came movement by our hands, all over each other, exploring in an almost desperate way. My hands, of course, went back to her breasts, which she once again eagerly pressed back into me, but also her sides, her ass, her thighs. In an equal frenzy her hands explored my body as well...my chest, my stomach...lower...my crotch. Karina Karina actually jumped when her hand moved over the front of my pants, over my protruding erection. Like she had with her breasts, I most eagerly pushed my hips forward, pressing against her gripping fingers as she massaged my shaft as best she could over layers of trousers and underwear. Part of me was somewhat surprised she'd gone to that area on me so quickly, but only a small part as the rest of me practically swooned in her embrace, desperately eager. I returned the "favor," letting my hand also fall between us, exploring the warmth between her thighs. When my wrist and thumb grazed over her pants covering her clitoris, Karina gasped and kissed me harder. Then feeling each other became pathetically inadequate, and clothing began to get pulled, tugged, unzipped and even torn...starting with her shirt. It was right there in the kitchen that I saw my cousin's full naked breasts for the first time, beginning with witnessing their perfection contained within a somewhat modest bra, then in their full fleshy glory as I quite literally tore that bra from her body. Her nipples were hugely pronounced, with perfectly symmetrical and proportioned areolas, and I instantly dropped to my knees, smashing my face into them. Karina held my head, moaning wantonly as my tongue washed over one nipple, then the other, accented by all-to-eager nibbling and sucking. But after only a few minutes of this Karina pulled me to my feet again, eager to lift my shirt off as well. The moment we were both topless it was an instinctual thing to embrace one another again, our flesh sealing together, heat and passion transferring. As our hot skin connected above, we ground aggressively against each other below. My hard cock was practically tearing itself out of my pants as I grinded like a undisciplined teenager into my cousin's thinly covered pussy. At the same time I slid a hand down past the small of her back and into her pants, my fingers momentarily tangling into her thong panties (and erotically surprised to note that this mom still wore sexy undies), and finally getting a solid handful of ass. We grinded, squeezed and groped each other for several moments, and then it became necessary to move from the kitchen to at least the living room, both of us sort of fumbling toward the big couch. But we didn't even make it that far. The large living room, with a nice expanse of plush carpet between furniture, was going to be the place. We allowed ourselves to sort of trip over each other, both of us giggling a bit at how obvious it was we both wanted to get horizontal as soon as possible. We got into a position with me on top, and while I was relishing the sweet taste of my cousin's lips and tongue, I was eager to get back to those beautiful breasts. For a brief moment I lifted myself up off of her so I could gaze down at this goddess. Neither of us was all that young anymore, and she'd had two kids, but despite this Karina's enormous breasts seemed to defy gravity. Though she was on her back, these perfect tits insisted on rising up proudly from her chest, her hardened nipples pointing directly to the sky. I smiled lovingly at Karina while I was up like this, and she smiled back. And then her slender fingers played with my hair as I moved my head down to her glorious mounds, and for what was most certainly an extraordinary amount of time I went to work on those mounds, making up for over 25 years of pent up lust and obsession over them. For 90% of that time Karina let me have my fun, and from the sounds she was making—I could swear she'd already orgasmed at least once—the attention her breasts were receiving was quite equally as enjoyable to her as the attention I was giving to them was for me. But suddenly she let out an almost desperate hiss, bucking her hips and forcefully flipping me over onto my back so that she could get on top and take a turn. I had no problem with this, and though I instinctively reached up to try and guide my cousin's face toward mine for another kiss, she had other plans, and she playfully slapped my hand away. For a few moments she sat straight up, grinding with a slow tortured rhythm on my erection while she reached up and felt her own breasts, hair, neck, face...simply luxuriating not only in the pure sexual pleasure of the moment, but also of an amazing feeling of contentment and happiness I instinctively knew was washing over both of us. Then she moved off of my hips, causing me to groan but then moan as I realized she was moving herself down lower so her hands could get access to that area. With clumsy eagerness Karina got my belt unbuckled and off, quickly followed by button and zipper getting undone. She gave a quick tug and I lifted my hips up and off went my trousers. The tip of my raging cock was poking out of my black briefs, and when Karina saw it she paused and smiled at it. But when she began to peel off my underwear, thus exposing my cock completely, she suddenly let the band of my briefs snap back, half-covering me again. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed, putting a hand to her mouth. A pang of panic smacked me. Had the reality of seeing my cock shocked a burst of reality into my cousin? Had we finally gone too far? I propped myself up on my elbows and tried to read her surprised expression. "What is it, Karina?" "Your cock," she said. "It's...Michael, it's HUGE!" I stammered, "I...I...well—" Karina managed to pull her eyes from my half-covered cock and look into my own eyes. "Michael, it's beautiful. YOU are beautiful!" I dropped back onto the floor, relieved, as Karina reached out again and finally worked my underwear down my legs, then off. I was now completely naked with my topless cousin straddling my knees, staring once again at my proud erection, her huge breasts swaying heavily between us. Tentatively, she reached out and tried to enclose her fingers around my shalt. She actually had to make an effort to get her middle finger to touch her thumb as she gripped its girth. "Jesus Christ, Michael, where did you get a penis like this?" I could only smile and enjoy her mesmerized, almost childlike fascination with my penis. Not to brag, but it wasn't the first time I'd impressed a girl with the much larger-than-average length and girth of my cock. But it wasn't like I went around to women saying, "Just so you know, if you ever see my penis, it's quite large." Karina caressed it, cuddled with it, stroked it, peppered it with kisses, and reveled in the taste of copious precum that had been leaking out of me for the past hour. Though I desperately wanted to make love to my cousin, I knew this was going to be a historic moment in both of our lives, so I was very content to let this beautiful woman take as much time as she wanted exploring every inch of my body. When my cousin's lips at last enclosed around the head of my cock the pleasurable sensation was like an electric shock. Her approach to the beginning of the blowjob she was giving me was extremely tender, soft and slow. Perhaps on some level she knew that if she sucked me too eagerly, too fast, I would cum quickly, and the epic moment of ecstasy would be over. As worked up as I was, I knew I was in danger of ejaculating from any sustained attention this woman gave me, so I was thankful for the light tenderness of her fellatio. Because of my size, there wasn't much more than the head and an inch or so of shaft that Karina could get into her mouth anyway. But she made up for it by using both hands to glide up and down my cock in perfect rhythm to her mouth. As her tongue swirled and tasted and played with the tip of my cock in her mouth, she allowed generous amounts of her saliva to dribble out, creating natural lubricant for her hands to work their magic. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be transported to a plane of such pure and exquisite sensuality it seemed like I was leaving the realm of reality. "Karina, my love," I heard myself moan. "That feels so good, my beautiful Karina." Hearing her name called out like that with such sweetness and affection, Karina began to moan with her own level of pleasure as she gently and lovingly sucked on my ramrod cock. Amazingly, just the act of her pleasuring me seemed to be causing the buildup of orgasmic pleasure for her too. For several undeniably wonderful moments I allowed my own orgasm to begin building. How I would so much love to ejaculate my essence into my cousin's sensuous mouth... But I wanted this to last. I wanted to consummate our love fully, completely...if she would let me. All I knew is that I had to make a move in this direction or I would most certainly climax quickly if I didn't. "Karina...baby..." I cooed, leaning up and gently lacing the fingers of one hand through her hair. I brushed it aside from where it had been softly caressing my hips as she sucked me. She seemed to understand what I wanted, but it was with almost pouty reluctance that she lifted her head from my cock, still clutching its wet thick length in her hands. "My God, Michael," she said, working her jaw a little after being stretched. "I wish I could do that all night for you." "And I would so thoroughly enjoy it, baby," I replied. But both of us knew what was coming next. What needed to come next. As I began to sit up, Karina reclined back, resting and waiting on the soft carpet as I kneeled over her and began unfastening her pants. Knowing what was expected of her, my cousin lifted her full hips, and I was able to work her pants and panties together lower and lower. I literally began to salivate as my eyes were rewarded by the close-up sight of my cousin's beautiful vagina. With just a momentary quark of surprise I noted that she was completely shaved, baby soft and bald, with perfectly symmetrical (and very moist) labia. I was looking at Utopia. Karina was watching me watch her. She said, "Ron...he likes when I keep myself nice and trim down there. While he was away I decided to completely shave and wax it, to...to surprise him when he got home." I glanced up at her, and for just a moment or two we exchanged an understanding look with one another. The mention of her husband's name reminded us that we were both married, both cheating, and both about to commit incest. On some technical level it was still not too late to turn back, and I decided that I would give Karina one final chance to chill things down. "Karina," I said softly. I swallowed and continued with my thought, "If you don't want to..." I trailed off, my desperate desire to consume this woman stripping my voice from my throat. But I'd said enough, and conveyed enough in my expression, that Karina understood. She stared at me, directly into my eyes, for a very long moment. And then her answer was with a gesture, not words. She opened her legs in invitation. I let out the relieved breath I'd been unconsciously holding, then buried my face into my cousin's naked pussy. Karina was climaxing in seconds, certainly more from the anticipation of the moment rather than my own brief ministrations with my tongue and mouth. The nectar from her vagina seemed to pour out, and I sucked and swallowed like a man who'd wandered for days in the desert. I gripped Karina's hips and held her steady as she wiggled and writhed in ecstasy. Without a cock to constrict her vocal chords, she reveled in the ability to cry out her passion. Occasionally her cries of pleasure formed words: "Michael...oh, my sweet Michael. You are so beautiful. You are so beautiful!" I could only moan my response, not wanting to disconnect from the most beautiful pussy I had ever consumed. But as I had been eager for more when she had been sucking me, Karina herself was becoming impatient for the final act of our carnal introduction. "Inside me, Michael," she cooed. "Please, my God, PLEASE get yourself inside me, baby!" I actually ignored her desperate pleas for just a few minutes longer, determined to bring her to yet another orgasm. In just a few minutes I felt and tasted her plateau again in climax. As she came down from this she actually began pulling meekly at my short hair, desperately wanting me to climb up and mount her. I finally pulled myself from her pulsating pussy and positioned myself on my knees between her legs. As I looked down at my sexy voluptuous cousin I had one last fleeting thought of responsibility: condom! But I had no condoms with me! Until now I had never so much as considered cheating on my wife. There was no need to have such things with me. "Michael, please." I heard her call to me. "Please, baby, make love to me!" This is how it was to be then: pure uncovered bonding with my cousin. I told myself that I would at least need to pull out at the end, or somehow find the courage to ask her about whatever kind of birth control she may be on. I leaned in, gripping my cock and aiming it toward the source of the nectar. As I got close and our hips and thighs connected, Karina reached down between us, swatted my hand away and took control herself, almost selfishly gripping my cock and guiding its fat head against her swollen lips. I gave a slight push, and the head penetrated her. I could already feel the heat of lust in her pussy. Another thrust, and another couple of inches. I looked up from the wonderful sight of my connection with her to gauge Karina's reaction. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was in the shape of an O. I was only halfway inside her, and I knew instinctively that poor old Ron must not be nearly as large as me. My cousin was going to have to get used to my considerable size. Thrusted, thrusted deep this time. I couldn't hold back, I had to have her, I had to fuck my cousin. Hard. And I did. Fortunately, all the foreplay had prepared her tight pussy as much as it could be prepared for the intense bombardment of my thick flesh inside her. And the intensity of my thrusts down into her were matched by her hips as they slammed backup against mine. The sounds of our voices, our grunts, our moans of pleasure, echoed out from our bodies, throughout the large living room, throughout the house. I could feel the very foundation vibrate to the power of our fucking. I had never felt more complete, more satisfied, more whole inside a woman before now, and between my own uncontrollable grunts of animal pleasure I tried to ply my cousin with kisses. She did her best to kiss me back, and our tongues occasionally found connection, but it was all we could do to hang on to each other and suck in desperately needed oxygen as we slammed our bodies together. Whenever my face lowered down next to hears, I could feel her tears wet my cheeks, tears of pure joy. Kept thrusting, kept pounding...didn't want it to stop, neither of us did, and as I fucked my pure sweet cousin for all I was worth, I got the sense of movement, and I realized that though we were on the carpet in the middle of her living room floor, I had been pushing her across it. The poor girl was going to have some serious rug burns on her back, but none of that mattered now. What mattered now was that my cousin was once again crying out in orgasm. "Jesus, Michael, Jesus!" she bellowed. "I keep cumming...cumming so hard!" The problem was, so was I, very soon. I could feel the pressure in my balls, could feel my already well-endowed penis swell even larger inside her. She felt it too, and I felt her pussy squeeze me even harder, even tighter. There could be no more holding off. "Baby," I grunted, "I'm gonna cum too...but we...I..." It was all I could get out, and I think there was a fleeting moment of rational thought that went through my cousin's mind as she realized what I was indicating. But that fleeting thought was just that, fleeting. Because her response was to wrap her legs even tighter around my hips and ass. "Inside me," she begged. "Just cum inside me, baby, I don't fucking care! Fill me up. I don't want you to leave me now, not now!" "Oh, baby!" I grunted, "I want to stay inside you forever!" "Do it, baby! Do it, my Michael. Let yourself go inside me. It's okay, baby." I lasted another few seconds, a few seconds of final thrusting, getting deeper, as deep inside my cousin as humanly possible. I felt her cervix smash the head of my cock, causing us both to wince in pain and pleasure. And once fully buried, fully engorged inside her, I felt the contractions from my balls begin, blasting forth my cum, my semen, my seed...and it blasted deep into the beautiful woman below me as she cried out in yet another incredible orgasm. Together we came, connected, joined, the pleasure washing over both of us as my sperm gushed in a hot torrent throughout her hot pussy and into what felt like her very womb. The amazing thing is that it just kept going. I could feel my orgasm continue to ejaculate several more times than what happened normally for me, and this only served to prolong my cousin's pleasure. It was as if my body was desperate to perform its biological duty to impregnate the woman I was with. Impregnate...oh god, I could only hope she was on something... But eventually things began to slow down, and we began to relax a little. I was still on top of Karina, still inside her. She kept her legs around my hips, her arms around my back, and we stared into each other's eyes. Hers were still quite moist with tears, tears of pleasure that still streaked down the sides of her eyes to the floor. The smile she gave me was pure, loving, and satisfied. I smiled back at her, then leaned down and kissed her. Our kiss was pure love, pure connection, pure perfection. It was slow and tender, our tongues gently loving each other as much as our hips did. Incredibly, I was still hard inside her. Minutes went by, but we stayed connected, and I stayed hard. This was beyond sex, beyond anything either of us had ever realized possible. When we came up for air after our long kiss, I looked down at her and said, "You are absolute perfection, Karina." "Look who's talking," she responded, punctuating her retort with a squeeze of her pussy, causing me to moan and thrust into her again. "Wait," she breathed. "If this is going to happen again—and I certainly hope it does, my darling—let's take this into the bedroom." "It will happen again," I assured her. "So let's go." The most torturous experience of the night was having to pull out of my cousin. We both groaned in agony as my long, still semi-hard penis slowly left her quivering vagina. I glanced down at my cousin's thoroughly fucked bald pussy and saw a trickle of my semen drooling out of her. Then I took her by the hands and helped her up. We stood there, naked together in the living room, and hugged each other. Despite having just had sex, it was a pleasurable and novel experience to hold her naked form against me. I towered over her with my height, and it felt wonderful to have her small form holding on to me. My penis was wet and sticky against her stomach, her breasts hot and flattened against my chest. After a few minutes Karina stepped back from our embrace and led me by the hand toward the hallway. After a few steps she giggled and reached down with one free hand to cup her naked vagina. "Jesus, Michael, you filled me to overflowing. I'm leaking like a sieve." "Sorry." "Oh, that's quite all right, baby. I'll just have to get used to having that much cum in me, I guess." Hearing her say she had to "get used to" having me cum in her caused my cock to twitch, and she noticed that and hurried us down the hallway. For a split second there was hesitation as to what bedroom to go into, but it seemed to make sense to eventually work our way into my room, the guest room. There was a queen bed in there, and a nice big king bed, I knew, in the master bedroom, but we obviously had to continue this not where Karina's husband slept. Karina We barely got the sheets turned back on my bed before we fell into it and tangled ourselves into a naked pretzel once again, kissing and moving and touching and licking...anything and everything we could do to explore the new pleasure of each other's bodies. When Karina rolled on top of me it took little effort to guide my erect cock back inside her. She was quite wet and lubed with the combined fluids of our last lovemaking, and with selfish pleasure I got to lay back and watch my beautiful cousin move and writhe above me, grinding down on me just the way she wanted, letting her revel in the pleasure of giving herself orgasm after orgasm on my massive cock. I proudly lasted longer this time, of course, but eventually I moaned out in my own orgasm as I blasted another hot burst of cum into Karina. And at least two more times after that we made love throughout the night. We even managed one more quick round in the shower together the next morning, both of us surprised I had any semen left to squirt! I had almost forgotten the fact that I actually had to go to work, and it was with tremendous reluctance that we parted company at last, with the kisses and promises that we'd pick right back up where we left it when I got back later that day. And we did. That night and the next, we made love in every position, every part of the house we could possibly think of. We were making up for all the years we could've been doing this as kids. But we were also doing what we could before reality set back in, before her husband and kids came home, and before I returned to my own wife. When that time came, we made an oath that there would be no regrets, no guilt. Our new level of love for each other would be contained within its own universe, its own dimension... *** A month later, as I was driving along the highway to yet another appointment in another city, my cell rang and I saw it was Karina on my caller ID. "Hey there," I said, feeling my heart flutter at just the very appearance of her name on the little screen. We had agreed to keep things quiet between us for a few weeks, to ensure that we could resume our regular lives without anyone catching on. This was the first I was hearing from her since then. "Hi, Michael," I heard her say. I got hard again just hearing her voice, my seatbelt suddenly getting tight. "What are you doing right now?" she asked. "Just driving, got another hour or so till my next appointment." "Can you pull over?" That was an odd thing to ask, and the tone of her voice was even odder. She sounded...scared. "Really?" I asked. "Yes," she said. "I want to...share something with you, and I prefer your complete attention." Again, very odd. But it was no big deal, I was on a quiet highway and it was easy to find a little side road to pull onto. About two minutes later I was parked with the engine off, and I was now very intently listening to her on the phone. "What is it, Karina?" I was suddenly worried. Had Ron found out? "I'm sorry to have to discuss this with you over the phone," she said, "but I knew I needed to tell you as soon as I found out." I swallowed. "Okay...what is it?" There was a long pause on the line. I heard her breathing. "Michael, I'm...I'm pregnant." Silence again. Both of us breathing. My heart was pounding. Finally she spoke up again, "It's yours." I felt a weight thud into the pit of my stomach. "I see...." "It's not your fault," she said quickly. "But Karina, I was the one who—" "No, I mean...I mean of course we both made it happen, but I was the one who let you...I mean I wanted you to cum inside me...I'm sorry." What the hell was wrong with me? Hearing my cousin say that she had knowingly let me impregnate her both scared the shit out of me but also caused an even harder erection in my pants. I finally said, "You shouldn't apologize, Karina. I needed to be responsible too. I should have..." "Listen," she spoke quickly again, "I wasn't on any birth control and I should have said something, but what we shared that night...it was so magical...I couldn't...I couldn't just interrupt it so...artificially that night. And once you'd already climaxed in me...well, I figured the rest of the time we were together wasn't going to make much difference." Jesus...I'd made my cousin pregnant. Here I couldn't get my own wife pregnant, and in just one two-day trip to my cousin's town I'd knocked her up. I mustered up my courage to ask, "Well...what would you like to do, Karina?" Another pause, and she said, "I want to keep it, Michael. But...well, there is a way to work this out." Puzzled, I asked, "How do you mean?" "I think I knew, Michael. After you left, I instinctively knew you'd made me pregnant. I mean, how could I not get pregnant after how powerful our lovemaking was? But I don't think either one of us is prepared to wreck what we have in our regular lives, so...." She had trailed off, so I had to prod her a little. "So?" I heard her swallow over the line. "So...when Ron got home later that week, I...I immediately made love to him." There was, admittedly, a pang of guilt gripping me, but he was her husband, after all. So I said, "I see." "I just confirmed today with the doctor that I'm pregnant, after I missed my period. Ron doesn't even know yet, but I'm going to tell him and the boys tonight at dinner." "I see," was all I could say again. Then a new thought occurred to me. But she seemed to sense what I was about to ask over the line. She said, "I know what you're thinking, Michael. Two men in a week, it could...it could be Ron's. But...I just know instinctively that it's yours, my darling." "So...what shall we do, Karina?" "I will have this baby. Ron will believe it is his, and we will raise it as his. But you and I will know that this beautiful baby is the product of the most incredible passion I have ever shared with another human being." What could I say to that? My heart went out for this woman. I knew now that I was desperately in love with her. Yet what could I do about that? "Michael...are you there?" "I'm here, baby. I'm just processing this, I guess." "Will you be able to handle this?" I let the line stay silent for another moment or two, but I finally said, "Yes. Yes, I think I can handle this." "Thank you, Michael. I really love you, you know." "I love you too, Karina." "Thank you," she said again. Another pause, then she spoke again, "Michael?" "Yes?" "I don't want it to end between us. I...want you again." "I want you too, baby," I heard myself say, knowing it was true. "When can you get back here?" "Maybe in a couple of weeks. I'll work something out." "I hope you do. I'll be waiting. I want the magic again." "I do too." And we had it. And our baby was born and was beautiful, as was our secret love.